🎸Band Imagines [Requests On Hold]🤟🏻(Fluff, Smut, Etc.)

🍋Sex, Drugs and Rock n Roll-Sid Vicious x Reader x Johnny Rotten (lemon)

A/N: Warning!! This entire chapter is a smut more specifically a *coughs* threesome. It is the second time I write something like this and needed some Sex Pistols content since there arent many and I'm currentlt listening to their stuff again.

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The pub was filled to the brim once more to the sound of heavy punk music. It is 1977 and the punk scene and community has gotten even bigger, every person wanted to show off their own style and go to as many concerts as they could to enjoy the music and get drunk.

I was lucky enough to have met everyone from The Clash and from there on I met the Sex Pistols about a year ago. We didn't talk much since everyone would mostly get themselves high, drunk or have sex with every girl they met after their performance.

Some guys around began throwing bottle of beers against the wall, or throwimg them close to the band making a huge mess around and making the band members even angrier. Soon the place became a mess and everyone was fighting. I huffed out annoyed and rolled my eyes.

Great. Today I wanted to have fun and now some asshole has ruined the fun for me. I decided to leave the place cause if I stayed I know i'd get punched. All these men ever do is fight.

I fixed my clothes and made it out. From the inside I could hear glass shatter and cussing. "And stay out! You're all making a fucking mess!" An older man shouted pushing someone out.

"Fuck off." A man with bright red hairsaid flipping him the finger. I noticed the man and recognized him. The lead singer of the Pistols. Johnny Rotten. The man had a few cuts on his face but he paid no mind to them.

"You alright?" I mutter a bit uninterested and stayed a few steps away from him. He is known to flip out on anyone. The man glared down at me.

"The fuck do you care? Mind your own fucking business." Johnny responded and lit up a cigarette. The doors opened once more and out came the rest of the band.

"Can you believe that twat? That old geezer will pay for kicking our arses out." Steve uttered glaring back at the man inside the pub. Glen and Paul kept things to themselves and I glanced over and looked up at the tall skinny man who minded his own business not caring what others said.

"Whatever let's just head out and get high." Sid muttered with a cigar in his mouth and noticed me staring at him. "What's it to you love? Want to hang out at my apartment and fuck?" He said with a smirk making me blush.

Johnny began to laugh at Sid's comment. "Seriously mate you fuck anything that has two legs. Seems like you won't be getting much out of it." He said pointing at my body since I don't exactly have curves like other girls or anything to capture a guys attention.

I was wearing my white doc martins, black knee high socks, black shortsand black tshirt with a leather jacket. "What would Nancy say about her?" He teased Sid who kept his eyes on me.

"She doesn't have to know. You coming then?" Sid ignored his friend and looked at me again. "I have nothing else to do so why not." I shrugged my shoulder making Sid smirk so he came over and wrapped his arms around me.

"Glen and I will head over to eat. We're starving." Paul said so they both left the three of us alone. Johnny looked annoyed that Sid was bringing me over to their place so I stayed silent and we went to their place.

It wasn't the most cleanest place to say the least, there was just enough food for the both of them, some instrumenys laying around with newspapers and clothes scattered around the floor with two matresses near a window. The curtains were even slightly torn and not to mention there were many empty bottles too.