sammy wilkinson imagine

Part 2
Y/n keeps doing whatever she feels like doing while the guys want to apologize

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so beautiful

In this shopping cart we have some blankets, sheets, towels, rug and OH a Johnson!

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DAMN BOI YOU FINE AF

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❤️ These boys helped so many people in so many ways it’s amazing they have such kind hearts and I’m so proud to support them and just being able to watch how much they grow as people I really do love them ❤️

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Dating Sammy Wilkinson Would Involve -

Dating Sammy Wilkinson Would Involve -

- playing pranks on each other

- “Y/N I AM GOING TO KILL YOU”

- being overly jealous and protective over each other

- using cheesy pick up lines over each other

- stealing his watches, clothes, snapbacks

- “babe have you seen my…. - nevermind”

- playing with his hair

- roasting each other

- him fidgeting when he’s around you

- getting along well with each other’s friends

- always defending each other when someone says something the other doesn’t like

- him spoiling you

- him acting like a big baby around you

- spoiling him when he’s sick and vice versa

- trying to make the other laugh and smile

- “I love your smile”

- singing along to his songs

- acting like big dorks around each other

- him giving you piggy back rides

- lots of movie nights

- cuddling with each other

- him always being there when you need something

- having deep conversations about anything and everything

- him trying to convince you to go out with him

- lots of well thought out fancy dates

- him smacking your ass constantly

- play fights

- him trying to calm you down when you’re mad and vice versa

- talking on the phone constantly

- giving him cute, silly nicknames

- being close with his family and vice versa

- embarrassing each other in public

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We’ve been caught guys …
Abort mission, I repeat, ABORT MISSION!! ‼️❌🚫🙅🏾

nudes feat. feelings

a/n: another shitty title. But the italics in this are a flashback. Hope you enjoy. feel free to request. they’re always open.

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Just another chill day with the guys. That’s how I spent most of my days, with the squad. We all became friends when I first moved to Omaha, in my sophomore year.

I had like 4 classes with Johnson and Gilinksy. So we immediately became friends. And then they introduced me to their friend Sammy and Nate, who were a year older.

Gilinsky had drug me to one of their games. Nate Sammy and Johnson starting varsity. It was a lot of fun. Me and G sat there and cheered for them. I mostly screamed for Johnson, since I didn’t know Nate and Sammy too well at that point. I had just been in school for like 3 months, and only knew Nate and Sammy for like a month, so I still felt a bit weird around them.

And then I started varsity for the girls team. Starting point guard. And you best believe every single game, G and Johnson were sitting in the front row screaming for me. After like the fourth game, Nate and Sammy started coming with them, and we had a tradition to go out to eat after the games. Always.

And I think that’s when I started to talk to Sammy more. It actually started after a game. We had just lost by 1 point. A buzzer beater in over time. I was so pissed, and it actually was my worst game I had all that year. But I was just so bummed about that game.

All dinner I was quiet. But that night, Sammy just happened to sit next to me in the booth and that’s when I think our friendship started.

“why so quiet?” he asked.

“I’m just annoyed.” I replied, playing with my straw in my water.

“why?” he asked. Looking at me, even though I wasn’t looking up.

“the game.” I mumbled.

“you serious?” he laughed, and that made me look at him.

“yeah I’m serious. I’ve never played so bad before.”

“you didn’t do that bad even. It was the rest of your teammates for not helping you out.”

“no, I should have been able to handle it.”

“(y/n) you didn’t do bad.”

“I had at least 14 turnovers.” I huffed, annoyed with how bad I played.

“they triple teamed you.”

“I shouldn’t have had 14 turnovers still. Regardless of the triple team and traps.”

“it was 6.” He said, no longer looking at me, instead taking a sip from his water and looking straight ahead.

“what?” I asked, looking at him. He turned and looked at me.

“you had 6 turnovers. 15 assists. 8 steals and 26 points.”

And that was the conversation that started me and Sammy’s friendship. Every game after that, we would sit next to each other at dinner and talk stats. And then at his games I would keep track of his stats.

Whenever he made a three, he would do the little 3 sign that looked like an okay symbol by his eye and then point at me. Every time.

It was in the middle of halftime at one of his games that he took the mic and asked me to prom. With balloons and flowers. I of course said yes. Why not. He was literally like my best friend by this point.

Now here we are, 3 years later. Out in LA. I lived by myself, and I did photography for the guys. They all did music and stuff and I went touring with them and took photos for them. They all did photoshoots for me too.

I lived in a little house like right down the block. I practically stayed over at the boys place though. Or they stayed over at mine.

We were currently at the boys’ place. They had a bunch of people over. Like Nash, Hayes, Jake, the usual gang. And then Emily and Madison were there too. We were all kinda just doing our own thing. I was laying out by the pool, drinking a beer. Emily and Madison were laying out with me too.

The three of us were all really good friends. I loved those two like sisters, and Emily practically was. She always hoped that me and Sammy would get together, but we were just such good friends. Best friends, anything more than that seemed so weird to even think about.

Yeah we complimented each other all the time and play flirted, never taking each other serious. Like when I came out in my bikini he said “mmmm you look good ma, the things I would do to you.” As he licked his lips and looked me up and down.

Everyone wanted us to get together. Half of them actually thought we were already hooking up behind their backs. But that’s just how we were with each other. Touchy, flirty, protective.

Like Sammy brought home this one girl one time and she was all over him at the club but the second we got home she literally clung onto Nate like the whole time. Nate didn’t pay much attention to it, to stoned to care, but I could tell Sammy was bummed, so I called her a hoe and told her to leave.

And then Sammy this one time nearly beat the shit out of this random guy out on the street. We were all going out to lunch and I was running late. He tried to get me to come home with him and when I wouldn’t he called me a bitch, which I didn’t mind, then he called me a hoe and slut once he saw me sit down with all the guys. Sammy got up and nearly beat the shit out of him right there and then but G and Nate held him back.

So yeah, everyone thought we were a thing, but the truth is we are just best friends. I mean, yeah, he’s hot. And sure, I might have a little bit of feelings for him. It’s hard not to feel something towards him when I spend so much time with him.

But we had our own hookups. He wasn’t the cuffing type, and me on the other hand. I normally would talk to a guy for a month or two before calling quits, simply cause things with him just didn’t seem right.

Like I was talking to this guy Matt. He was super sweet and hilarious. We’ve went out like 8 times. Dinner. Clubbing. Out to the beach. Just little things. And yeah, we’ve had sex, it happens.

I was currently texting him, or uh, sexting him I guess. We always did this shit. It seemed like we were both constantly horny, but we also always managed to joke around. Sammy’s met Matt once when we all went out, and he didn’t like him at all. I don’t know why, but idk, things with Matt feel so different than with all the other guys.

I was in the middle of texting him back, when someone blocked my sun. I looked up to see Sammy. Quickly sending my message to Matt and locking my phone I looked up at Sammy, folding my arms over my chest.

“can I help you?” I asked, with a bit of attitude, cause let’s be honest, I always have one.

“oh yeah, I’ve got a few things you can do for me.” He bites his lip.

“seriously Sam, can’t you keep it in your pants in front of your own sister.” Emily chimes in.

“sorry sis, she just turns me on so much.” He says, sliding in and sitting next to you, Emily and Madison looking at both of us.

“just admit you two are hooking up, for heavens sake.” Madison says, throwing up her arms.

“we’re not.” Me and Sammy said in sync.

“yeah, she’s got that one little fuck.” Sammy kept speaking.

“seriously Sammy.”

“I’m just saying. I don’t like him.” He spoke, us going off into our own conversation, everyone that was close paying attention.

“I know you don’t. you make it so fucking obvious.”

“well I’m not gonna act like I like him for your sake. He’s a shit and you know it.”

“he treats me nice, shouldn’t that be the only thing that matters? Shouldn’t you be happy for me?”

“I would be, if he wasn’t such a fucker.”

“whatever.” I rolled my eyes. He always did this. Every time I talked to a new guy he had some unknown reason as to why he’s ‘a fucker.’ It was so annoying.

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I went home that night. Matt was out of town, and I was just really sexually frustrated. Matt had been sending suggestive messages all day, and it definitely turned me on.

We decided we were gonna send pictures. It’s not like he hasn’t seen it before. And yeah. I was texting him and Sammy. Sammy texted me when I got home and apologized for earlier, and then we started talking since then.

I took the picture and just sent it. And then I went to read the message Sammy had just sent me, except my only unread message was from Matt. I clicked on our thread and saw that the last message was his picture, and then another very very explicit message.

I replied to his message, and then checked Sammy’s thread to see that he was currently in the middle of typing, according to the little bubble in the bottom. I looked to see what I said last and my jaw dropped.

There’s no way I just sent my best friend my fucking nudes. You’ve gotta be kidding me. And the message I sent with it. Oh god. I just sent my best friend my nudes and then told him I wanted him to bend me over the couch and pound into me while I call him daddy. Seriously fml.

I sat there, pacing in my kitchen actually, waiting for Sammy to reply. And a minute later I got a text notification. I sat there and stared at my phone, nervous to open it. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? I mean, I just text him and tell him it was an accident. I was drunk. Something. But he was my best friend. How awkward would things be now? I mean, he’s seen me naked, digitally. But it’s still the same.

I decided to just take a bottle of wine and head up to the Jacuzzi tub for a bubble bath. That should help clear my mind right? Just to relax. I took my phone and played some music. Avoiding my messages.

I got another text notification, and saw that it was Sammy again. I ignored it. Still not drunk enough to have the balls to look at the messages.

Then I got a phone call from Emily. I picked it up on the first ring, needing some sort of advice. And yeah sure it was her little brother, but she should be able to help. Hell she’s seen me naked before. Like when she comes over and we get ready and stuff. We just change in front of each other and shit, so she should be able to help me somehow.

“hey Em, I need help.” I spoke immediately.

“um yeah. What the hell.”

“look it was an accident. I meant to send it to Matt. I don’t know what the fuck to do.” I sighed.

“well uh, did you read his messages?”

“no, I’m trying to avoid this situation.”

“okay, well uh, I hope you know he’s on his way over.”

“are you seri-“ I started, but was cut off by my doorbell going off. “Emily, what the hell”

“good luck girl.” She said before hanging up.

The doorbell went off, but I just ignored it, turning my music up and drinking more out of my wine bottle. About half left.

About 5 minutes later, I thought he had left, but boy was I wrong. When the bathroom door barged open I almost peed myself. I screamed and looked at who it was and I just wanted to drown myself there as Sammy stood in front of me.

“what the fuck (y/n) do you not know how to answer your phone? Or the fucking door?” he asked, standing in the doorway, obviously angry.

“sorry, if you couldn’t tell I’m a little busy right now.” I said, motioning to the tub.

“you could still pick up your fucking phone.”

“whatever.” I said, rolling my eyes and leaning my head back.

“so are you just gonna act like that didn’t happen?” he asked.

“I’m trying to.”

“well I’d like to talk about this actually.”

“why Sammy. What the fuck is there to possibly talk about. I accidently sent you a nude and some explicit messages.” I rolled my eyes, even though I have yet to make eye contact with him.

“(y/n) look at me.” He said, and it was the desperation in his voice that made me look up at him. His eyes were soft as he leaned against the doorframe.

“do you remember when we first met? For the very first time?”

“yeah, when Johnson and G invited you and Nate over one time when I was there and you guys played fifa for like 3 hours.”

“yeah.” He smiled, moving over and sitting on the toilet seat, the lid down of course. He looked back up at me and had the same smile he had when he was high.

“I thought you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He confessed. This was news to me.

“yeah, you weren’t too bad yourself.” I kinda laughed, taking another sip of wine. He just looked up at me then dropped his head and shook it.

“you know, I still think you are.”

“are what? What are we thinking?” I asked.

“the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, after my momma of course.”

“oh come on, cut the shit. You have girls literally throwing themselves at you. The girls in your videos are like models. Way more prettier than me.”

“no you don’t get it. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on. All those other girls don’t even compete to your beauty (y/n).”

“what is all this Sammy?”

“listen. You know we always joked around. That’s how it all started. Ever since that dinner after the game you sucked ass in.”

“hey you said I didn’t even do that bad.” I defended.

“we weren’t that close then. I couldn’t be a dick to you then.” He laughed.

“whatever.”

“but then, after that dinner, we talked more and then prom. Prom you literally took my breath away. You looked so stunning. And I was such a punk back then. I wasn’t gonna come out and tell you all this sappy shit.” He took a deep breath and looked down at his feet again.

“so Prom, that’s when it all started. We started to joke around more. Then the accusations of us flirting. I mean, hell yeah, I definitely would have tapped that.” Both of us laughing now. “but as we got older, you definitely developed.” He raised his brows at me, knowingly as he nodded at my chest.

“so what are you even saying sammy?”

“I’m getting there dammit.” He laughed “anyway, I don’t know, after we all moved out here, I guess I got caught up in it. The money. Fame. Girls. All of it. But then you started going out. Guys. Clubbing every weekend, in those outfits that I always wanted to rip right off.” He laughed.

“okay, what’s your point Sammy?” I asked. I was all so confused by this.

“I’m just saying. I don’t know. I guess, getting those messages you meant for Matt just really set me off. And I just, couldn’t help but imagine you and me like that.”

“Sammy.” I gasped.

“come on (y/n) tell me you haven’t thought of it before.”

I stayed quiet. Truth be told I have. I’ve had dreams before that involved him. Never would I have told him that.

“okay tell me. Tell me you don’t feel anything, and I’ll leave right now.”

Again I stayed quiet. I looked away from him. I couldn’t look at him. Of course I felt something for him. I couldn’t tell you what, but it was a feeling I’ve never had before.

“can we order a pizza and talk about us?” Sammy asked.

“yeah.” I smiled.

“alright, let’s go order the pizza.” He said getting up then stopping at the doorframe. “you coming?”

“yeah, once you leave. In case you haven’t noticed I’m naked.”

“yeah. Your point?”

“I’m just waiting till you leave so I can get out of the tub.”

“why?” he asked, and I just looked at him like ‘duhhhh’

“because I’m naked.”

“it’s not like I haven’t already seen it.” He smirked, shaking his phone in his hand and leaving me there with my jaw open and eyes wide.

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I don’t know which ones cuter 🤔

Jack Johnson killing me. Again.

im proud (Derek Luh blurb)

not requested. just really wanted to make this. -e

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y/n’s pov

“Derek, baby..wake up. I can’t sleep,” I softly whispered to my boyfriend, trying to get him to wake up. However, I just felt his arms move around my waist and pull me closer to him and his sleepy voice making out, “did you have another one of those bad dreams..?”

I shook my head and whispered back to him a no since I didn’t want to be too loud. “I just wanna talk,” I whined to him.

After I spoke up, I was expecting him to wake up like he usually does whenever I can’t fall asleep but this time, he just laid his head on my chest and snuggled close to me. Running my fingers through his hair, I tried to find some sleep myself but it just wasn’t in my system and I really wanted to talk. “Derek, pleasee..” I whined again and this time, he turned his head so he was looking at me and even though his eyes were closed and he was still laying his head on my boobs, he responded with, “I’m listening, baby. Just talk.”

He lifted his hand to caress my cheek but ended up with his thumb on my lip which I quickly kissed and began talking. “Baby, I’m really proud of you. I hope you know that. I know that I don’t always tell you but I am so proud of you. You’ve overcome so much in your life and I couldn’t be prouder to have you in my life. Even as just a person I know, not even a friend or a boyfriend,” I kept whispering to him, looking down at his sleepy face and his lips slowly forming into a smile as he listened to my every word.

“I love you, Derek. I really really love you. You’re my inspiration, my hope and my muse.” I kissed his thumb again before moving his hand away gently and leaning down my head to where I could press my lips against his, giving him a soft kiss. He kissed back tenderly and mumbled against my lips, “you’re my angel. I love you, y/n.”

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I was currently in the kitchen, making dinner for my boyfriend, Nate. I met Nate 3 and a half years ago at a Future concert. I could barely see anything over the guy that towered in front of me, and someone behind me drunkenly ran into me, shoving me into him.

He turned around with this angry look on his face, but it softened when he saw me. Despite his change in attitude I was still freaking out, blame it on my generous, caring nature, so I immediately started to apologize.

We started talking a bit, and he let me stand in front of him so I could see. After the concert we went out for drinks, and we just really hit it off. 6 months later he asked me to be his girlfriend, and here we are. 3 years later, happy as can be.

Nate and Swazz were currently at the studio. Nate’s been spending a lot of time there lately. Leaving as soon as he wakes up, and getting home at like 3 in the morning. I was pretty worried, despite being together for 3 years, there was always these gorgeous girls throwing themselves at him, and I couldn’t help but feel like he would dump me for them, cause well, I’m just plain ordinary me. Nothing special, and definitely don’t look like those girls.

But, Nate promised to come home for dinner tonight at 8, so here I was, getting things ready at 7:30.

At 8, I had everything finished, and I was dressed in some black ripped jeans and a white pocket tee. I busied yourself until Nate got home, throwing in a load of his laundry, cleaning up a bit in the living room. I laid down on the couch, watching tv, waiting for Nate to come home.

I woke up at 9:30, and Nate still wasn’t home. I was so over it at this point. I put the food away and went up to our room and changed into some leggings and a big tee shirt.

I threw my hair up in a messy bun, took off my make up. I was just lounging around, waiting for Nate to get home. I was constantly checking my phone, and saw that Nate was tweeting, posting pictures on insta, liking pictures on insta and his snapchat was full of pics and videos of him and the boys and then some with him and Stass, and Emily.

I finally decided to just go to bed, giving up on waiting for him to come home. By now it was 3 in the morning, so I figured he wasn’t coming home.

I woke up the next morning at like 7 am to a loud crashing noise downstairs. All to familiar with the sound I walked down to see Nate stumbling in. I stood on the stairs as Nate closed the door and went over and sat on the couch.

“another late night?” I asked from the stairs, Nate not even turning to look at me.

“don’t start with this shit right now (y/n).” he groaned.

“start with what Nate? I was just asking.” I said, with obvious sarcasm.

“I don’t wanna talk about this right now. Please get me some asprin.”

“If we don’t talk about this now Nate, when are we going to?” and finally he turned and looked at me. He looked like hell.

“(y/n) what do you possibly have to say that I haven’t already heard? Now get me some damn asprin.” He said, turning back around.

“get your own damn asprin Nate. I’m sick and tired of this. I never see you, and when we do see each other all we do is fight.” I threw my hands up. He got up off the couch and turned to look at me, clearly feeling hungover as he swayed a bit.

“have you thought maybe I spend all my time at the studio or out with the guys to avoid you? Your constant bitching and complaining. 90% of our fights are because of you. Your fucking insecurities drive me up a fucking wall. I can’t hang out with the boys without you freaking out about a girl that’s there? Like you don’t fucking trust me? Well I don’t wanna be with someone who doesn’t fucking trust me.” He yelled.

Taken aback by his response I was left shocked, but quickly spoke my mind.

“damn straight I don’t trust you” I lied, just so pissed at his accusation, and the fact he wouldn’t wanna be with me over some petty shit like that. “You think I wanna be with someone who’s constantly out fucking around? Do you even do anything besides smoke weed and drink with the guys? When was the last time you even released a new song? Or even recorded one? I don’t wanna be with someone who clearly doesn’t even wanna be in a relationship.” I screamed.

“well you know where the fucking door is.” He yelled, shocking both of us I think. I know I was shocked, and when his eyes went wide with the realization of what he said, I think he was just as shocked as I was. I bit my lip and started shaking my head as I ran upstairs into our room, ignoring Nate calling my name.

I grabbed a backpack and just started throwing random shit in it. A bra and like two extra pairs of panties. Like 3 shirts, 2 pair of leggings, socks, a pair of shorts. I tossed my charger in the bag and grabbed my purse with my keys and money and opened the bedroom door and headed downstairs.

Nate was walking out of the kitchen, tossing some asprin in his mouth as I reached the bottom step. I started heading towards the door but he called out, making me stop and turn around.

“what are you doing?” he asked.

“clearly this isn’t working anymore Nate, so I’m doing both of us a favor and leaving.” I spoke, turning back around and pulling open the door. “bye Nate.” I said, as I closed the door behind me.

I got in my car and started it, and saw Nate pull open the front door, looking at me as I backed out of the driveway. I immediately called Swazz, knowing he would help me. On the phone I explained what happened and he immediately offered me his guest bedroom. I told him I’d be over soon and hung up.

Swazz and I had been friends for as long as I had known Nate. We became so close that the first 6 months of my relationship with Nate, whenever everyone would go out, everyone would assume Swazz and I were dating. And Nate did have his suspicions of us having a thing, but he was just too much of an older brother.

Swazz let me in and it was when I saw him and he asked what happened that I finally broke down. I started bawling my eyes out, and Swazz let me cry all over his tee. He was always so helpful in my relationship with Nate, always offering advice when something was bothering me.

I eventually fell asleep, needing some rest. I woke up at around 4 pm, and walked down the hall. I heard Swazz on the phone.

Yeah man, she’s here.

No I wouldn’t do that. You two both need some time to calm down and just think about things.

Okay, you know I will.

And then he hung up. Judging by the conversation, it was no doubt Nate. Swazz and I sat around and watched some movies, but at around 8 he let me take a shower, knowing that always calms me down, and he let me borrow one of his shirts, knowing I was so used to wearing Nate’s big ones. Once I was done, despite taking a nap, I went to bed right afterwards.

The next morning I woke up and decided to check my phone to see if Nate had tried to contact me. The second I unlocked my phone, my notifications were blowing up. Twitter was going crazy, so I checked to see a bunch of screenshots of Nate out again last night. Pictures of him and Stass everywhere.

Then there was a video, from snapchat, so obviously it was on is story if fans were able to save it and tweet it. It was him and Stass out at a club. Yeah, her giving him a lap dance hurt like a bitch. But what killed was the next part, where they’re literally sitting there making out.

That was when my world shattered. 3 years and the same day we break up he’s already out with another girl. So aggravated I screamed and threw my phone at the wall. Swazz came in and his face softened when he saw me. I looked up at him and broke down.

“why” I broke down, but Swazz came and sat on bed with me, holding me in his arms as I had another break down. Again Swazz stopped me from having another panic attack, and just let me lay in bed for the day. Around 7 I decided, if he was out living up the single life, then I would too.

I don’t pay hundreds of dollars to be wasting it with my tears over some fucker. No, I deserved to go out and have the time of my life, like any other single girl would do. So I said fuck it and decided I was going out tonight.

I dressed in black ripped skinny jeans and a plain white vneck, throwing on a leather jacket and finishing the outfit with a pair of black bootie wedges. I also curled my hair, and did my make up really nice. When Swazz saw me he kinda smiled.

“feeling better?” he asked.

“yeah, I’m just gonna go out for a bit.”

“alright, you have your key?”

“yeah, I’ll see ya”

And with that I was out the door. I found an uber and found myself at a little club. Immediately walking up to the bar and ordering 2 shots, downing them both almost immediately. I got a mixed drink and turned and looked at the dancefloor.

Some like 40 year old guy came up to me and started to hit on me. He asked me to dance with him, but I kindly declined. But he didn’t give up. He reached out and grabbed my wrist, trying to pull me out, but I fought a bit. Suddenly another hand was around my waist and my thoughts were ‘I’m going to die, they’re going to rape me and kill me.’ But I was wrong.

“hey bud, mind letting go of my girl?” the guy next to me spoke, his voice low and smooth. I turned and looked at him. He was tall and hot as hell, looked my age, maybe a year or two older. Kinda long shaggy hair, but it was quiffed up a bit. And his smile, god his smile.

“oh this is your girl?” the 40 year old asked.

“yeah, and I’d appreciate if you would get your hands off her and leave her alone.”

“she’s a prude anyway.” The older guy scoffed and walked away.

I turned and looked up at the guy with his arm still around me, resting on my waist, a little lower and closer to my butt.

“thank you.” I smiled.

“hey anything for a pretty girl.” He smiled. “I’m Derek.”

“(y/n)”

And the rest of the night, we hung out. We sat at the bar, and got drink after drink. He had his hand constantly on me, somehow, someway, and always very sensual. Like, he would rub up and down my thigh, or take my hand. We were very very flirty all night, sexual tension obvious between us.

“hey, uh don’t look now, but that creep from earlier is looking over here.” Derek whispered in my ear, pulling back slightly and looking at me. I bit my lip and smiled.

“let’s give him something to look at then.”

And Derek, reading my mind, caressed my cheek with one hand, the other resting on my thigh, as my hand held onto his arm, and the other resting on his shoulder as our lips met.

What started as a sweet innocent kiss, turned heated fast and suddenly our tongues were fighting for dominance. I pulled back to catch my breath and Derek smiled at me.

“you wanna get outta here?”

And in that moment I thought about Nate. I still cared about him, but he no doubt fucked Stass after that video, and they say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.

“yes.” I said breathlessly.

Next thing I know, me and Derek are walking out of the club hand in hand. He called an uber and the second we were in and he told them his address, we were both all over each other.

We stumbled into his place, sloppily making out, neither of us caring how many pieces of furniture we ran into. First it was the side table, then the back of the couch, then the tv, then the speakers, and after that the armrest of the couch, causing us both to fall back onto the couch, Derek landing on top of me.

“are you sure you want to?” he pulled up and asked.

“yes, please.” I said breathlessly, and next thing I know our lips are attached.

Clothes started flying off and next thing I know Derek is inside of me, no foreplay needed. It felt so good. He felt so good. I was a moaning mess within minutes. The sound of skin slapping and both our moans filled the room, and when we both finally released, Derek collapsed on top of me.

He grabbed a sheet and covered us and within minutes we were both asleep.

The next morning I woke up to the sound of a doorbell. I turned and nudged a still sleepy Derek.

“Derek, someone’s at the door.” I groaned, still tired.

“can you get it babygirl?” he groaned, eyes still closed.

“what the fuck am I supposed to do?”

“just ask what they want, if they explain why they’re here, don’t let them in, if they say they gotta see me, let em in.” He spoke, running his hand down his face, slowly waking up.

I got off the couch and threw on Derek’s shirt, not knowing where mine was. I also threw on his boxers, my panties lost. I started heading towards the door and turned to see Derek finally sitting up, but before I opened the door I yelled at him.

“if you’re about to have company you might wanna put some pants on.”

“babygirl, if you wanted to see me in the morning, all you had to do was ask.” He smirked, standing up and letting the sheet fall, his manhood standing at full attention. Morning wood. I laughed and turned to open the door, looking down still.

“can I help y-“ I stopped short, looking up to see Nate. My eyes wide, his just filled with confusion. He then looked me up and down and suddenly his jaw clenched. He didn’t say anything, just pushed open the door and brushed past me.

“LUH, THE FUCK YOU AT?” Nate screamed, I followed after him, stopping right behind him as he saw Derek in the living room, fixing his shorts.

“hey wassup Skate?”

“YOU FUCKED MY GIRL?” Nate hissed, his hands in fists, ready to throw punches.

“didn’t know yall were together.” Derek spoke, calm as hell.

“well, we were, but, fuck it man, it doesn’t matter, You still fucked my girl.” Nate spoke.

Derek was about to speak again, but Nate had ran up and punched him. The two guys breaking out into a fist fight.

“guys.” I tried, but they didn’t respond.

“Guys!” I yelled louder, yet no response again.

“GUYS” I tried again, but they paid no attention.

“NATE” I yelled, grabbing his arm, and he stopped, holding Derek by the collar, and Nate’s angry look disappeared and his face filled with sorrow. Nate let go of Derek, throwing him down onto the floor.

I made sure Derek was okay, and once I got him off the ground and onto the couch, I turned and looked at Nate.

“what the fuck was that.”

“what the fuck was that? What the fuck is my girlfriend doing at my best friends house in his fucking clothes?” Nate growled, looking between me and Derek. My eyes went wide.

“wait, y-you know each other?” I stuttered.

“yeah, Nate’s family. He got me on his label.” Derek said from the couch.

“wait what?”

“why do you think I’ve been at the studio so much ma? I’ve been working with Derek. Yeah, sometimes we all get a little sidetracked and start fucking around, but other than that it’s been late nights with Derek.” Nate explained. “look, can we talk?”

“uh, yeah.” I said, and Nate took my hand and dragged me into Derek’s kitchen. I leaned against the counter, and Nate stood across from me.

“look, I’m sorry okay. I was an idiot. I shouldn’t have said the shit I did, and I definitely should have stopped you from leaving. I was an ass.” Nate spoke out.

“No Nate, you were right. I should have just trusted you.”

“no (y/n) you were right. I should be spending more time with you, it’s not right for me to spend all my time at the studio or out with the boys, when I could be spending it with my girl.”

“Nate, I didn’t mean what I said. I understand you’re at the studio a lot and working really hard. I just got upset because I thought you would rather go out with the guys then be with me. I- I thought you didn’t love me anymore.” I admitted, looking shyly up at Nate.

His mouth dropped, and in the blink of an eye Nate was in front of me, my face in his hands and his lips on mine. After he pulled back, he looked at me, hands still holding my face.

“babygirl, of course I love you. I’m always gonna love you, don’t you ever doubt that. I never knew what love was until I met you, so you best believe I ain’t ever gonna throw what we got away.” He smiled. “I love you way too much ma.”

“I love you too Nate.”

“so does that mean you’re gonna come back home?” he smiled.

“yeah, I’m coming back home.”

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