Pairing: Sam Holland x reader
Warnings: swearing, small make out, drunk brothers
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You couldn't stop yourself from watching Sam, your arms round his figure while your bodies swung to the rhythm of the music. You loved Sam's freckles kissing his cheeks and made him look sweeter than he truly was.
His sight was beyond you, laughing at the way Tom and Harry were dancing meters away from you two. He chuckled loudly, the vibration reached your body, making you feel a warm sensation running inside of you.
You rearranged your hands on the back of his neck, making Sam - without intention - look down at you, sending you a soft smile.
"What's going on inside that head of yours?" Sam asked you, squeeze your waist gently, "Nothing" you muttered quickly while looking down.
"Y/n..."
"Do you really think they believed it?" you interrupted him, a worried expression on your face.
"What?" "You know...this whole shit show" you said, still not looking at him directly. Your sight found Nikki's. The mother of the Holland's boys kept talking with someone else and watching the young couple with a big smile on her face.
"I do. I mean, it wasn't that hard....and- they kind of wanted to happen for so long-" this last statement made you look at Sam in awe.
"They...?" you were astonished, "You mean...that we're really a couple?" you asked, deeply surprised, but it came out of your mouth like you weren't very happy about it.
"It's not that bad Y/n. It's not like they think you're a murderer or something..." Sam explained feeling hurt by your supposedly disgusted tone of voice.
"I know, I know... I'm not saying it's bad" you commented, moving your hands anxiously over his shoulders. "You don't?" "No. I'm just surprised..."
"You aren't against it?" Sam asked, somewhat hoping the answer he wanted would come out of you mouth.
"Not really Sam" you admitted. The boy stared at you face for a couple of seconds, trying to find the slightest sign that would discard his ideas of you liking him back. He found nothing.
"What are you implying Y/n?" he asked, with his voice full of hope.
"I- I don't know" you became anxious under his attention.
"Let me get this straight... you wouldn't be against being my girlfriend for real?" he asked.
"I- Would you?" you asked. Sam knew the answer but he was scared to admit his feelings in front of you.
You took this silence as a bad sign and tried to come up with an excuse for what you had said, "It's okay Sam. We don't-" you started but Sam's lips interrupted you.
You eyes were wide open when it happened although the feelings of his plump and soft lips moving to the rhythm with yours obliged your eyes to close. Sam sighed contently, placing his hand on your neck.
You were in a slow synchronicity as Sam's hands slowly came down from your neck trying to reach your waist, caressing your soft skin that was exposed to the air. He stopped suddenly and moaned quietly when you found his locks.
You tugged at his auburn locks, bringing him closer to her body.
The warmth in your heart was overwhelming when he reached her waist. You had dreamt about this so many times but never in your wildest dreams would fantasy compete with reality, with the passion he ignited in you.
"Get a room!" a very drunk Harry shouted in Sam's ear, making you both pull away.
"Fuck you man" Sam answered, pissed off that his twin brother had interrupted you two. You laughed at their antics. Quickly, you acknowledged the stares of the rest of the guests in the room, partially thanks to Harry and a little because of the steamy kiss. Or what your embarrassed self made you believe.
"Hey" Sam caressed your rosy cheeks, "What if we find somewhere quiet and less crowded?" he proposed.
Without more words, you agreed with him and he didn't give a fuck dragging you out of the room with the attentive look of all his family.

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the hollands ; reader imagines
Fanfiction𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐻𝑂𝐿𝐿𝐴𝑁𝐷𝑆 ─ i'm a simp for all four of the holland brother so enjoy this collection of imagines of my favourite brothers. submitted in the category 'fanfiction' for the 2022 wattys!