the hollands ; reader imagines

On said couch || S.H.

Pairing: Sam Holland x reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, making out

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Sam hums as your fingers thread through his hair and the movie is playing behind him, long forgotten. His nose nudges yours as he kisses you again, both of your lips numb. You purr low in your throat as one of Sam's hands creep up the back of your shirt, the other coming up to caress your cheek,

"So beautiful." He murmurs as he pulls back just softly. You giggle, leaning in to kiss him again,

"I don't think we've ever kissed that much. Like in our entire relationship." You tell him. He raises his eyebrows and shrugs,

"You're irresistible right now. I like when it's just us. It isn't sexual or anything, it's just... it's nice." He tells you. You smile up at him, resting your head over his chest. His fingers stroke through your hair as you nuzzle down into him,

"I like when it's just us too. You've been working so much and all, it's normally us, plus Harry, Tom, Harrison, and Tuwaine. Now I have you all to myself." You purr, climbing into Sam's lap. He giggles, tip of his tongue caught between his teeth as you lean in, continuing to kiss him. His arms cross behind your back, your own rested over his shoulders. He moans every once in a while as you grind down into his crotch with yours instinctively. You giggle as he smiles into your mouth,

"So perfect." He murmurs again. You giggle once more before the front door opens and Tom enters, dropping his duffel bag in the doorway,

"Yo, no sex on my couch. Take it to Sam's room."

"Ahh zip it, we're just kissin." Sam says, wrapping his arm back around you as you slide in beside him again, one arm thrown across his waist as you stare up at his older brother,

"Mhm, that's why you've got a tent in your sweats mate. Look, we all know Y/N's a lovely girl, but that's a communal couch. No seven on said couch."

"Disgusting." You grumble. Tom chuckles,

"You have no idea how many encounters I've had with Harrison and Harry and a number of their mystery women. Not... in the act, but damn near close. This is Sammy's first time and I see it being his only. But nevertheless, if sex is going to ensue, take it to his room, I'm gonna have a shower." Tom says with a snap of his fingers and a wink before he walks away. You look after him, humming to yourself,

"That boy is always interesting." Sam chuckles,

"He's special." You laugh now, rubbing across his chest. He sighs, tracing up your back as he focuses on the movie on TV, not that he really cares about it. You sigh, holding him close to you,

"'S not a bad idea actually." You murmur. He hums,

"What?" Sam sits up,

"Going to your room. That kinda sounds good to me." He stares down at you and then a smile crosses his face, another giggle leaving his lips and he starts to stand up,

"What are we waiting for then?"