⚠️ Warning: Smut Scene Ahead ⚠️This is my very first attempt at writing a smut scene, so I ended up creating three versions—though I'll only be sharing two of them here.
The first version (this one) is more vague and leans on implication rather than detail. The second one goes a bit further—more descriptive and explicit.
Feel free to let me know which version you prefer and would be more interested in seeing developed further! Your feedback means a lot
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As their lips parted just slightly, Sydney's breath ghosted over his, soft and warm, sending a shiver right down Ethan's spine. His phone hit the floor with a soft clatter—forgotten, irrelevant. For the first time in hours, his thoughts weren't racing. The series, the money, the bet, even the surreal nature of the win had all dissolved into the heat simmering between them.
Sydney's lips curved into a smile against his. "You dropped your phone," she whispered.
Ethan chuckled, his voice low and thick. "Worth it."
She laughed, the sound like silk and sunlight, and before he could reply, her mouth found his again—this time with purpose.
The kiss turned hotter, hungrier. Her fingers slipped beneath the hem of his hoodie, tracing the hard lines of his stomach. He sucked in a breath as her cool fingertips explored his skin, sending electric sparks straight to his chest—and lower. His own hands weren't idle either. He pulled her closer, guiding her onto his lap without breaking the kiss, her knees straddling him on the cushioned bench of the tour bus.
Sydney's weight settled against him perfectly, like this was where she was always meant to be. She tugged off his hoodie in one swift motion, tossing it somewhere behind her without looking. It landed on one of the bus guitars with a hollow twang.
They paused, looked at each other—and burst into laughter.
Their laughter died into another kiss, deeper this time—slow and dragging, like they had all night and no rush. Her hands raked through his hair as his fingers gripped her hips, guiding the rhythm as her body gently rocked against his. Every movement stoked the heat between them, their bodies syncing effortlessly.
Clothes vanished between kisses and teasing whispers. Her top was somewhere near the fridge, her bra draped over a throw pillow and there she was strangling him above him with nothing covering her top he looked up as his eyes fell instantly on her areola he couldn't take his eyes away sitting on the very pink and very sexy nipples which stayed upward from the very very large breast it rested on.
Seeing it he just said "Wow" Sydney looked at him a little shy and all as she said "What" her voice timid and Ethan who just heard that smiled huge as he said "Yeah totally worth it," he said as Sydney also stated laughing back then they continued this time Ethan had one hand rendered useless as it was one her right side it was on paradise a stupid grin on his face.
Ethan's sweatpants were halfway off his ankles when she gave him that look—one of those deep, smoldering glances that said everything and asked nothing.
"You're sure?" he asked, his voice low and rough, the question sitting in the warm, charged space between them.
Sydney nodded slowly. Her expression was soft, but her eyes were ablaze, full of want and something deeper. "You?"
Instead of answering, he reached up and pulled her into another kiss—this one slower, more deliberate. Like he was memorizing her lips. Like nothing else outside that tour bus existed anymore.
Just as the world seemed to disappear, Ethan suddenly paused, a breath catching in his throat. "Wait," he said, gently pulling back. "I… I don't have any condoms."
Sydney looked at him for a moment, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Then she leaned in, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "Don't worry. It's fine."
Before he could even think of a reply, she kissed him again—harder this time, more urgently, her hands threading into his hair. There was something wild in the way she moved against him, something soft in the way she held his face. And all at once, the air grew hotter, the bus quieter, like the night had paused just for them.
Their bodies met like waves—pressing, moving, responding. The windows fogged up as the cool night air outside clashed with the warmth inside. Soft moans mixed with the hum of the bus engine, the gentle sway of the vehicle making it feel like they were floating through their own private galaxy.
Ethan couldn't believe how good she felt. Every touch, every gasp from her lips, every movement was dizzying. She kissed the base of his throat, giggling when he shivered from it.
"You're ticklish there?" she teased.
"Not ticklish," he said, lips grazing her ear. "Just… sensitive."
She smirked. "Noted."
He guided her hips again, and when she slid fully down on him, they both gasped—like the world had tilted. There was nothing but fire and velvet and heat. His hands cradled her back as she began to move, their rhythm slow at first, built on instinct and desire.
Sydney's head fell to his shoulder as she whispered his name. Over and over again, like a song.
Outside, the city lights passed in a blur.
Inside, they were tangled together in the soft low light of the bus, in shared breaths and sticky skin and laughter between kisses.
They took their time. Explored. Rediscovered. There were moments of whispered confessions, of Ethan brushing her hair back to kiss her forehead, of Sydney dragging her nails gently down his back, just to hear him hiss through his teeth.
They moved like they'd done this a hundred times and also like it was the first—and only—time.
And when they reached the edge together, gasping and clinging to each other like the world might end, it was nothing short of magic.
Silence followed, heavy with satisfaction and something tender.
Sydney lay against him, chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. "Okay," she whispered with a little breathless laugh. "That should definitely be worth the dropped phone."
They both laughed again.
Ethan groaned his breath still shaken up as he just said his voice out of breath. "You're unbelievable."