Sam Wilkinson Smut– Mac Miller concert
“Son of a bitch, you better not back out again.” My friend whined as I swallowed Xanax.
“I won’t; I promise. I’m just nervous, s’all.” I shakily smiled to her. I’m not a big fan of crowds– or people for that matter, but, I got my best friend Quinn tickets for her favorite rapper, Mac Miller, who happened to be performing in a few towns over. She squealed excitedly as we climbed into my Buick Enclave and hit the road.
“Who’s opening again?” She asked.
“His name is Sam or something. He’s pretty cute, I looked him up on twitter the other day.” I said, plopping a grape into my mouth. We pulled up to the venue sooner than expected, and if anything, my nerves have gotten worse. We got in line and in quite quickly, going into the personal box seats, being greeted with two leather love seats, a mini bar and a snack bar. She looked at me and squealed once more, before jumping on me and hugging me.
“I love you so much, thank you.” She said, before kissing me on the cheek and getting back into her seat. A cute and familiar looking guy came into our section, standing in-between our seats.
“You two ladies ready for an awesome show?” He said. Quinn looked at me confusedly before looking at him, smiling and nodding.
“Great, enjoy the show beautiful.” He said with a wide white smile, his hand lingering on my lower back.
“Whoa what the fuck was that?” She grinned, making me on my forearm.
“It’s starting, shh.” I said as my cheeks began glowing. The same guy that was in our section was now on stage with a microphone in his hand.
After his set, which was amazing, the crowd was buzzing. Mac came out, and i’ve never heard Quinn scream so loud in my entire life. Once the show was over, we were both covered in sweat and alcohol, which was sprayed across the crowd. Our hair held the scent of weed, considering the dude in the box seats next to us was rolling and smoking all night. We were basically out of breath from screaming all night as we walked out of the amphitheater.
“Want to get some drinks? I know a place not too far that doesn’t card.” Quinn asked, with a smile. I nodded excitedly and hugged her from the side. We bought some merch before going back to the car and heading to the bar. Wow, that rhymed. I’m a poet. The bar was only a few minutes away, a cute rustic vibe coming from it. We walked in to be immediately a kind ‘Hello.’ My eyes traveled around the bar and landed on the guy from earlier, the guy that opened for Mac Miller. Oh, and Mac Miller. Mac Miller?!
Quinn was frozen in her spot, and quite frankly, so was I.
“Okay,” I whispered, “Breathe. It’s just, you know, Mac fucking Miller; and the hot blonde guy. Let’s wait for them to approach.” I said breathily as we walked further into the bar. Several pairs of eyes followed us up to the bar where we sat, ordering drinks.
“I thought I recognized you.” The blonde guy whispered in my ear.
“Are you stalking me?” I gasped, jokingly, as I sipped my rum and coke.
“I should be saying that about you.” He smiled, sitting down next to you. He looked back to Mac and signaled him over.
“Sam, right?” I asked him. He nodded and smiled. “You are?”
“Y/N.” I smiled as he took my hand in his and brought it up to his lips.
“This is my buddy Mac, as you both know.” He smiled, patting Mac on the back. Quinn was all smiles, as she shook his hand, her entire body basically shaking.
“Come back to my booth, let me buy you another drink.” Mac insisted. Quinn obviously accepted and followed him back towards the booth they were sitting at.
“What about you? Wanna go back for some more drinks?” He asked, his hand moving hair out of my face. I nodded once and smiled feebly. We walked back to the booth, his hand on my lower back and quickly moving south.
“Cheeky.” I whispered to him as I climbed into the booth. Quinn was practically glowing, Mac’s arm around her shoulder and a drink in the other.
“Is it okay if I get a picture of you two?” I asked Mac. His smile grew wider as he saw the look on Quinn’s face.
“Of course.” He smiled, while taking a drink.
After several drinks and flirty touches from Sam, he announced quite obviously that he was heading toward the bathroom. Before he left, he leaned into my neck and mumbled “It’s an open invitation sweetheart.” He smiled, lightly biting the skin on my neck. My heart fluttered in my chest as he walked towards the bathroom.
“Okay but seriously,” Mac started, “If you don’t go join him, I’m going to have to hear him whining and vigorously masturbating.” Mac said while laughing, pulling Quinn closer to himself as she laughed.
I rolled my eyes and climbed out of the booth and pondered off towards the bathroom, going through the same door Sam did.
“Sammy?” I whispered, walking into the dimly lit and surprisingly nice bathroom. He sat on the arm chair in the corner, leaned back with his hands on his thighs.
“Come here, baby.” He whispered lustfully, his lip between his teeth and his eyes hooded. I walked over to him and straddled his lap, his hands going to my hips, then my butt, pulling me into his chest.
“Give me a kiss, baby.” He smiled. I leaned up and pecked him.
“Is that what you wanted?” I smirked. He grabbed me by my neck and pulled me back down to him, our lips immediately connecting. My hand rested on the back of the chair for leverage. He pulled me down so my chest was against his, his lip grinding into mine as he bit my lip. He unzipped my shorts and slid his hand into my underwear before whispering, “Do you want me to?”
“Yes, please.” I whined raspily, my voice still hoarse from the concert. His cool fingers rubbed my clit before sliding his index and middle fingers into me. I rested my hand on his chest as I threw my head back from the euphoria.
“You’re so fuckin sexy, baby.” He said, his lips trailing around my neck and landing on my collarbone. I reached my hand down to the growing bulge in his pants, but he brought my hand back up to his chest.
“We don’t have time. Is the door locked?” He asked. I shook my head ‘no’. He patted my butt twice before I hopped off of him and locked it, him coming up behind me and reaching his hand back down my shorts. I leaned my head back on his shoulder, his lips gently grazing my hair as his fingers curled inside of me. He removed his fingers before placing them in his mouth, his tongue swirling around his fingers, his eyes closed.
“Mm, so sweet.” He moaned in my ear. My legs went weak, thank god he was holding me. He pulled my shorts off leaving me in my cute cream white polka dot lace trim thong. His fingers hooked underneath the band and let it snap gently against my skin.
“S’cute.” He smiled. I observed his actions from the bathroom mirror, his eyes meeting mine in the reflective surface.
“Bend over.” He said, gently moving me towards the counter. I leant over the cool clean granite, the fumbling of his belt making me anxious and excited at the same time. He slid my thong to the side and rubbed his tip between my folds, the sensation making me rest my heated cheek on the cool counter.
“Fuck baby.” I moaned as he inched in.
“That’s just the tip, princess.” He smiled, taking my hair into his hand and making a fist, pulling my head back. He pushed all the way in, until his stubbly pelvic bone was touching my butt. He slowly moved his hips back, before forcefully slamming back into me, my hips turning red from knocking against the smooth rock. I moved back as he moved forward, his rips rolling with every movement.
“You’re so tight baby, I don’t know how long I’m going to last.” He rasped out. Once he was fully in, I clenched around him, seizing his actions momentarily. He pulled my hair back, and slammed into me, his fingertips leaving imprints on my skin.
“Are you close baby? Hmm?” He said, his hand moving down to rub my clit, but missing by an inch. I grabbed his hands and moved his fingers to the correct spot before resting my hand on top of his on the counter. With every circle he made with his fingers, he applied more and more pressure, causing me to tip over the edge and release. He pulled out of me and flipped me around in record time, before helping me to my knees.
I brought him to my mouth, tasting myself on him. I jerked the part I couldn’t fit into my mouth and flicked my tongue against the part that I could, his release shooting down my throat. I immediately swallowed it and ignored the taste before cleaning up his length. It was quiet for a moment as I put my shorts back on, standing up and meeting his eye. He giggled and lifted me up onto the sink and kissed me; really really kissed me. His phone beeped, signaling he had a text. He pulled it out of his back pockets and read it before chuckling.
“Everyone want’s to know if we fucked on the bathroom sink.” He smiled.
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