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Drunk ‘n Love - (SW)

Warning(s): sex, cursing, alcohol, Daddy kink Word Count: 1.531 Request? Yes

Your POV:

“Jack, I’m not really sure about this. You know how I get when I drink way too much,” you warned your childhood friend Jack Johnson. He has been pushing you to go to Nate’s party tonight, claiming that you ‘need to have more fun, and quit being a grandma’. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to go, the problem is that your long time crush Sammy Wilkinson is going to be there. You had met Sam three years ago while the Jack’s were filming the video for 'Like That’ in 2014. From the very first time you layed eyes on him, you immediately felt a ping in your heart. And here you are, three years, still crushing on the handsome man.

“Oh, Y/N! Just come on. This is about Sam, isn’t it?” Jack said smirking at the way you hid your face, ashamed.

“Okay, it might be— but only a little bit!” you tried to defend yourself as Jack continued to laugh. “You can shut up now, it’s not that funny.”

Jack’s body was sprawled out on your bed as his giggling continued, “I-I’m sorry, dude. It’s j-just so funny!”

“Just hush and help me find something to wear, JJ,” you said swinging your closet door open. Jack slowly began to calm down from his fit of laughter he got up to help.

“Jack, this is just a too bit revealing. Something else?” you asked, the shorts you have on had a large cutout on the sides that were lashed together loosely. The top was a cut bang tee with a plunging neck line, which reveals much more than you’d like. Jack had insisted that this whole outfit was perfectly fine.

“Quit worrying Y/N, you look pretty damn good,” he said handing you a pair of black lace up heels, “now put 'em on, bitch.”

“Uh-un. No way in hell I’m wearing those, my feet will fall off in pain,” you said pushing the heels into his chest.

“Do. It. Dammit.” he said shoving you onto your ass, placing the heels on you feet. “Now lets go!”

— (skip car ride) —

The music pumped loudly as you tried to weave through the large crowd of drunk idiots. You spotted your best friends Nate, Gilinsky, Dillon, Derek, and lastly Sammy standing in the kitchen with red solo cups pressed to their lips. Immediately the boys spotted you, you were handed shots upon shots.

“Hey, boys,” you shout above the loud music after downing the four shots.

“Surprised seeing you here. I thought you said you weren’t coming, Y/N?” Derek chuckled.

“I wasn’t going to, but JJ practically begged me to come,” you said looking at Sammy who was eyeing you up and down, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Damn, Ma. You look good, very very good,” a drunk Sammy said licking his lips seductively.

“Hey, Sammy wanna dance,” you asked shyly, looking at Sammy’s outfit. Holy shit, he looked good. He had on a loose fitting grey tee, which showed off his strong arms and the veins running up them. And a pair of ripped jeans, topped off with a pair of black vans. And his hair is perfectly styled as always.

“Of course, Ma. Ladies first,” he said as you led him to the packed dance floor. Your hips swayed against the beat of the music, his hands placed tightly onto your hips. “You are such an amazing dancer, baby girl,” he slurred into your ear.

“Is that so, baby,” you said grinding against his hardening shaft. He groaned lightly in your ear, the alcohol had definitely taken over your bodies as you guys sexily danced.

“Let’s take this upstairs to my room, baby girl,” he asked, grabbing ahold of you wrist. You followed closely behind him and up the stairway to his large bedroom. You stumbled forwards as your eyes scanned around Sammy’s large bedroom. You were brought out of your trance as strong arms snaked around your exposed waist.

“Y/N, lay down baby girl,” he whispered seductively in your ear, while kissing down your neck. You nodded your head and began to strip of your clothing, you were left in nothing but your panties as you placed your body against the cold white sheets

You were shocked when you felt both of your ankles being gripped and pulled down to the edge of the bed. Supporting yourself on your elbows, you looked at a shirtless Sammy. His body was nicely tanned and toned in a good way, as he was not too muscular and not lanky. “Sammy, please. I want y–” you got cut off by your own moan as Sammy kissed and sucked at the skin of your inner thighs.

“Shh, baby. Daddy’s got you baby girl,” he said as his he pulled your underwear down your legs with his teeth. He left sloppy kissing as he made his way back up to your soaking core, kissing everywhere but where you needed him most. You were about to complain when his tongue lightly flicked your swollen clit.

Your back instinctively arching up from the bed, “Uh, Sammy,” I moaned. His grip on your hips tightening harshly, “fuck, daddy! Just like that,” you whisper as he continued to suck your bundle of nerves. Suddenly, he thrusts two fingers inside you, causing you to scream out in pleasure. “Uh, fuck. I-I’m going to c-cum,” you moan as Sammy’s movements became faster. You reach down to grip onto his brown locks as your back arched up.

“C'mon, baby girl, cum for Daddy,” he moaned against your heat. Your hand gripped his wrist that was holding down your hips as euphoria took over your entire body. “How was that, Y/N,” he chuckled as he wiped off the juices from his mouth and chin. You couldn’t even form words as your body felt completely drained.

“You certainly do know how to please a woman, that is for sure,” you slurred. Sitting up, you tug down his jeans and underwear, flipping your bodies over so you could straddle his waist.

You ground your heat against his hard dick as he tilts his head back groaning in pleasure. “F-fuck, just like that, baby girl,” he moans, gripping your hips to move faster. Quickly, he rolled you onto your back so he could be on top again.

“Don’t tease, baby. It’ll only make daddy angry,” he said slapping your ass hard. You yelped as he flipped you onto your stomach. “Face down, ass up, Y/N,” he said slapping your ass again. Sitting up on your knees, you shoved your upper body into the pillows as Sammy thrusted into you from behind.

“Oh, god! Fuck!” you shouted as he deeply thrusted at a slow pace, hitting your g-spot. “You like that, Ma?” Sammy smirked as he groaned.

“Mhmm, ah! Right there Daddy,” you moaned as his thrusts became faster. At this moment you were both moaning in pleasure. He grabbed your hair pulling your body up, your back pressing flush against his chest.

“You like being fucked like this don’t you?” He grunted as his pace quickened. A hard slap echoed in the room as he smacked your ass, “Y/N, answer me, baby,” he whispers into your ear.

“Yes! Yes, Sammy! Fuck, I’m going to-” you were cut off by Sammy, “Me too, Y/N, me too,” he moaned as his thrusts became sloppy. You screamed out as the coil in your stomach tightened, your body went limp as you moan Sammy’s name repeatedly. He moaned your name with a few profanities as his own release spills inside you.

His whole body collapsed as he tried to regain his normal breathing pace. He slowly pulled out as he peppered your neck with kisses. “That was a-fucking-mazing, damn,” he said kissing your forehead.

Your breathing came to a steady pace as did Sammy’s. You placed your head on his chest, his fingers traced shapes onto your exposed back.

“Sammy, I think– I, um, I should leave,” you said lifting your body from his, you had completely sobered up. Standing up, you began to look for your discarded clothing.

“W-what? I don’t want you to leave,” he said stopping your movement by grabbing your face with both his hands. “I-I like you, Y/N! Please tell me this was more than a drunk fuck to you,” he asked nervously.

You were so shocked you didn’t even know how to respond. “I, um, I guess not,” Sammy said dropping his hands from your face. You quickly registered what he said, and you pushed yourself flush against him.

“Of course Sammy. I’ve liked you for quite some time actually,” you said placing your arms around his neck.

“Oh thank god,” he mumbled, all upset erasing from his perfect face, “okay, please come back to bed?”

“Gladly, my body is worn out,” you giggled, laying back down your head in his chest again. He pressed quick kisses to your forehead as his hand traced invisible figures onto your back again.Eventually, his movements came to a halt as light snores left his lips. Your body slowly drifted to sleep as you listened to his steady heartbeat.

Warning(s): mentions of sex, cursing, fighting, guns, drugs, booze, blood

This is the first chapter of the mini-series I’m writing about Sammy. Let me know if you guys like it, if so, I’ll continue it!

(My edit, feel free to use, just give creds)

Your POV:

“Where is it Nate?” you asked, screaming at the man in front of you. He was supposed to pick up the shipment of 100 kilos of Benzoylmethylecgonine, which is pure Cocaine. It was valued at $4 million USD, but here Nate was in your office empty handed.

“Y/N, I looked everywhere. I tried to find Gilinsky, but he didn’t have the package,” Nate said running his hands through his messy hair. You slammed your fists onto the desk, Nate following in suit.

“Wilkinson,” you both shouted simultaneously.

“That son of a bitch! He’s got the Coke, again. I don’t get it, he’s always one step ahead of us, Maloley,” you said, slamming down into your chair. Running your hands through your hair, you let out a frustrated sigh slouching over.

“Lil mama, look at me. We’ve got this under control, we’ll find him and get the coke and the money. Okay?” Nate said rubbing my back. You didn’t say anything, just hugged your body close to Nate’s. You guys have been friends since diapers, he was the big you never had. He started this business back in Omaha, and soon things got better, money came fast. So, when he had finally enough money to buy the house he wanted, he asked you to move to LA with him to continue his business. And here you are 4 years later, some the richest people in the country.

“Hello,” you said pulling away from Nate, and answering your phone. “What? Really? We’re on our way Swazz,” you said, standing up pacing back and forth, “Okay, see you there,” you hung up, smiling at Nate.

“Well, what is it?” he said the anticipation getting to him.

“Get dressed, we’re going to the club. Swazz and Derek just saw Sammy there, he’s gotta have the stuff,” you smiled and ran to your room to find an outfit. You decided on a skirt and a tube top with your favorite black heels. You finished off with a bit of make up and decided to leave your hair with it’s natural curls. (outfit, makeup, & hair)

Stepping out of your car, you handed the keys over to valet. Immediately walking into the club, you were met with the familiar smell of sweat, booze, and weed. Gyalchester by Drake was blaring out from the speakers as bodies scattered the dance floor. You scanned your eyes around the room, until they landed on the boy with brown hair and tattoos covering his arms with some blonde sitting on his lap. You made your way over to the bar smiling at the charming bartender, “Hey, handsome. Three Coronas, please,” you asked beaming at the man.

“Here ya go, Miss. Anything else?” he asked.

“No thanks, see you around, handsome,” you replied, winking at him before turning around.

“I’ll be taking that,” Nate laughed taking a beer from your hands and disappearing into the crowd with a gorgeous brunette.

Taking one last look around you spotted Sammy in the VIP section with the same chick from earlier. As you were walking up to the guards you checked to make sure your gun was in place on your thigh underneath the skirt you have on. “Excuse me Miss, but you can’t come in,” a body guard says, his hands blocking the entryway.

“It’s me Y/N Y/L/N,” you said showing him your ID.

“Sorry for the inconvenience Miss. Y/L/N. Enjoy your time tonight,” he spoke, moving out of the way to let you in.

You made your way over to the couch Sammy and the blonde were sitting on, “Hey doll, out now,” you spoke tapping the girls’ shoulder.

“Excuse me, bu-,”

“I will not say it again, doll,” you cut her off, “this is business, the kind you have no interest in,” you said snapping as guards came in pulling her out of the room. “Now, Wilkinson. We have some important business to discuss,” you said handing him a Corona.

“Ah, and what would that be, ma,” he said mocking your tone of voice.

“Let’s see, hmm? Oh, that’s it! You have 100 kilos of Coke that I’m afraid to say, belongs to me,” you said sarcastically.

“Is that so?” Sammy chuckles, his eyes raking down your semi covered body,

“Don’t play stupid with me, Wilkinson,’ you roll your eyes annoyed with him. “Hand it over and there’s no problems.”

“Now why would I do that, Y/L/N?” he questions, “you want it back you’ll have to earn it.”

“I said, hand. It. The fuck. Over.” your gun, pointing at Sammy’s head, him doing the same with his.

“Earn it,” he simply replied.

“Enough with the games, Wilkinson,” you yelled, a bunch of your guys coming into the room. They lifted their guns to shoot, but Sammy’s team had already beat them to it. You noticed the same blonde girl and more of her friends in ski masks, I mean who could forget that greasy matted blonde mess. “Give it, I’ll give you the four mil, if you just hand over the coke.”

“I don’t want the money, Y/N. I just want you,” he chuckled.

Your face twisted in confusion, not understanding what he meant.

Take a Break - (d.r.)

asking to take a break with Dillon because you feel stressed about the distance and age gap between you two. But, Dillon reassures that you are the only girl he wants to be with. And after you talk through everything, you fall asleep on FaceTime with Dillon.