Mr. Wilkinson-Sammy Wilkinson Imagine
A/N: Another insecure-centered imagine about an Omaha Squad boy. Please let me know if you want me to write about a specific person next time!
If you had told Y/N L/N that she would be dating a male slut a year ago, she would’ve laughed in your face. If you had told her that this male slut would be one of the most gorgeous beings God graced us with, she would have asked if you had any mental health issues. In simple terms, Y/N was a nineteen year-old virgin who had never done anything more than kiss a boy on the cheek and even that was forced from a dare. She never dated anyone either but it was by choice; all the boys in her private high school were either below average-looking or attractive jerks. So, Y/N focused all of her attention on her school work and all that hardwork earned her a full ride to UCLA as a communications major.
Little did Y/N know that attending UCLA was the first step in meeting her future boyfriend. It all started when her roommate-slash-bestfriend Y/B/F/N dragged her away from another four hour study session in order to go to a party in LA with their friends. After a lot of guilting and persuasion, Y/N agreed to attend. The party was held at some record producer’s mansion and the party was a celebration of his promising new artist’s album drop. So, the party was packed with perfect-looking people: the boys all wore Acne leather jackets, white v-necks, and jeans and had jawlines sharper than most knives while the girls all wore the newest Louboutins with nude or pink tight clothing and their hair was in big curls and their faces were beat. Y/N felt like she stuck out like a sore thumb even though Y/B/F/N had straightened her hair, their friend Tiana had beat Y/N’s face, and Jade, Tiana’s roommate, had given Y/N some party appropriate clothes.
Y/N kept tugging the black leather shorts farther down her thighs and pulled up on the long-sleeved olive green lace-up shirt so as not to fully expose the fact that she was hopelessly flat-chested. Y/B/F/N made her stop and handed her a tequila sunrise to help her calm down. After two of them, Y/N felt more relaxed and danced with her friends. During J-Kwon’s “Tipsy”, Jade informed Y/N that a certain gorgeous creature couldn’t stop checking her out. Y/N was shocked and turned around to see that a tall guy with platinum blonde hair was leaning against a wall. He wore a black v-neck, dark jeans, and a new pair of black Converse high-tops. He winked at Y/N when they made eye contact and the girl whirled away, feeling the tip of her nose burn. If that wasn’t enough, a few moments later, the handsome blond asked her to dance and Y/N’s friends had to answer for her since the poor girl had forgotten how to speak. After countless songs, the blond guy took her out on the back balcony so they could talk and they did, for four hours. During it, she found out that the blond’s name was Sammy and that he was trying to be a singer/rapper as was his friend Nate Maloley. Sammy was so passionate about his dream and working to make it come true. That was some thing that they had in common. Before Y/N left, Sammy gave her his number and that was the beginning of their beautiful relationship.
Throughout their relationship, Y/N realized two things: 1. Sammy put about ninety-five percent of his life on Snapchat and Instagram. 2. Sammy was very experienced when it came to girls. She should’ve known the latter one sooner the way he was always grabbing her and kissing her and finding an excuse to tease her. But lately Sammy had been getting very touchy lately and she knew that she would eventually have to tell him about her own situation.
Y/N was sitting on the couch at Sammy’s place, going over her notes for a speech she had to give the next morning when Sammy walked behind her and kissed her neck from behind. “Hi, Sam,” she said shyly.
“Look at my girl, being all smart and stuff,” he said as he jumped onto the couch and looked at her notes. “What’s the speech about?”
“Why we should let the Syrian refugees into America even though there will be an economic strain.”
“I love it when you talk smart to me.” Sammy smirked and kissed Y/N. It started off sweet and it got heated really quick. Sammy managed to put Y/N’s things on the table and push her onto her back without breaking the kiss. Y/N’s hands found their way to his neck as they made out fiercely. Suddenly, she felt Sammy grind into her and moaned into the kiss. “Let’s take a study break, huh?”
“Sam—” she was cut off by Sammy going straight for her weak spot on her neck. He was nibbling on it, kissing it, and sucking it.
Y/N closed her eyes as Sammy began slipping his hand underneath her shirt and reaching for her bra. That’s when her eyes snapped open and she was forced to come back to reality.
“Sammy, please, stop.” She pushed him off of her gently and he looked at her with a frown. “I’m sorry, it’s just, uh–”
“You need to get work done, I get it, it’s just that you’ve had to get work done for the last three months of our relationship. Do you not want to be with me or something because just tell me now so that we can stop pretending that everything’s okay,” Sammy hissed.
He looked angry and hurt. They had fooled around but Y/N wouldn’t let Sammy go any further than second base and even that made her uncomfortable. But Sammy was so sweet, funny, and loving. Plus, he never pressured her and she felt comfortable around him it’s just she wasn’t ready to go all the way and she never told him that.
“Sammy, I’m sorry—”
“Can you at least tell me why you won’t let me touch you?”
Y/N hesitated. “I just did.”
“You know what I mean.” Sammy moved closer to her. “You never let me touch you in a way that drives you crazy and won’t let you think straight. You never let me touch you in away that makes you scream my name and I want to do that and so much more with you, baby, but you keep pushing me away.”
This was it, she had to tell him even if it meant that he left her for some other girl who would give him everything he could ever want.
Y/N sighed and grabbed Sammy’s hands. “The reason I wont’ let you go any further is because I’mavirgin.”
“I said I’m a virgin and you’re my first boyfriend. You’re my first in a lot of things and I’m not going to be comfortable with sex for a while. I’m sorry but that’s how it is and I understand if you want to leave me for some other girl.”
Y/N couldn’t stand to even look at Sammy so she began packing up her bag with her school things. She would give him space, he would need space after what she just said. Y/N was well aware of Sammy’s reputation and she didn’t want to ruin his fun. Though, she did have extremely strong feelings for him, maybe even love. But she didn’t know if he felt the same so it was better for her to leave before she got hurt.
As she stood to leave, Sammy grabbed her hand. “Why would I want to leave you for someone else?”
Y/N shrugged. “For sex, I would suppose.”
Sammy stood, his hand still in hers. “Sex isn’t everything in a relationship, Y/N, I thought you were smart enough to know that. Don’t get me wrong, it can be really fun but I’m willing to wait for you.”
“Yeah, I love you, Y/N.”
Y/N’s eyes widened and she suddenly knew what it felt like to float. Sammy Wilkinson, the gorgeous boy she met at a party, loved her. For the moment, nothing else mattered: not her speech, not the weather, not even how bad she looked in her t-shirt and leggings combo. What mattered was that this was the first time they told each other the L-word since they became a couple.
“You do?” she couldn’t help the big smile that appeared on her face.
“Of course, I do. Why else would I stay up talking to you until three AM, help you study for every exam, take you out to the best places for our dates, and introduce you to the boys?”
“Because you want to get laid.” Y/N laughed while Sammy frowned. In order to make it go away, she pecked his lips sweetly before muttering, “I love you, too.”
“Good, and I think it’s sweet that you’ve never done anything with another guy.”
“Because that means that I taught you everything and when we do the dirty, I’ll be a very attentive teacher.” Sammy closed the little distance between him, eyeing her lips and then her eyes.
“I’m sure you will be, Mr. Wilkinson.”
Y/N dropped her bag on the floor and wrapped her arms around Sammy as they began making out again. Maybe having a boyfriend wasn’t so overrated after all.