Imagines ✧ OGOC & Magcon | DISCONTINUED

S.W - I Don't Have Balls.

• Can I get an imagine where yn walks in on Sammy and his gf arguing and it's getting really heated and The girl leaves him and he goes through a rough time and yn helps him and after a few months they end up together?

-- (Sam's POV) --

"Who is she?" R/G/N screams, throwing Y/N's small collection of clothes across the room. Y/N is my best friend, she stays 5/7 nights of the week so she keeps some spare clothes at my apartment for when she does stay and needs fresh clothes.

R/G/N raises her eyebrows as she holds up Y/N's lace panties, and fuck were they hot.

"I swear to you, she's my best friend!" I defend, catching the clothes she throws at me.

"Bullshit, is she your side slut huh?" She asks, walking past me to collect her own clothes and belongings.

"Don't speak about her like that and no! She's just a friend, come on, we've knew each other since the sandbox!" I yell, following her in just my boxers.

You see, R/G/N and I were about to fuck before she spotted Y/N's jeans hanging out of my closet. She got up to investigate and seen all of Y/N's spare clothes.

"Stop lying Sam! Nate and the Jacks are your friends, you haven't introduced me to any other friends!" She yells, throwing one of my shoes at me.

"She's shy alright? She doesn't do good with meeting new people!" I argue, following her out of the room and to the front door.

"You know what? Fuck you Sam, we're over if you can't be honest with me!" She screams and slams the door shut behind her.

I crumble to the floor, tugging on my hair in frustration. I crawl back to the bedroom, tears in my eyes, to pick up my phone and call Y/N.

"Sam what the fuck it's 1am!" Y/N groans, I sniffle; feeling bad.

"I-I'm sorry,-"

"Are you crying? Sammy what's up?" She asks, sounding more awake.

"N-Nothing, I'll let y-you sleep-"

"Bullshit Sam, open the door for me." She says before hanging up.

--

Y/N strolls into my room, frowning when she sees me sitting on the floor looking a mess in just my boxers. "Sammy what happened?" She asks, noticing the mess around the room. She gulps and lowers her eyes when she sees her clothes scattered across the room. "Sam, I'm so-"

"Don't be, it's not your fault," I shrug, wiping my nose with the back of my hand. She sits down beside me and wraps her arms around me, I sigh and rest my head on her shoulder. "She thinks we've been sleeping together, that I've been cheating on her." I state quietly, she begins stroking her fingers through my hair; calming me down.

-- (Y/N's POV) --

I feel so guilty, I'd hate to find a pile of girl's clothes in my boyfriend's closet. Not that I have one but if I did..

"Did you tell her? I can go speak to her, explain that they're mi-"

"I've tried, it's no use," he shrugs, snivelling. "We were gonna' fuck and she saw your jeans." He scoffs.

I close my eyes and sigh. "Sam I'm sorry."

"Stop saying sorry, it's not your fault." He snaps, I roll my eyes.

"It obviously is, you're fighting with your girlfriend over my clothes-"

"Ex." He mutters, I groan.

"You'll work it out with her." I assure, kissing his head.

--

It's been a month since they broke up, Sam and I have grown closer since he's been upset and needed company to vent to and keep him sober. He's been drinking and smoking at any point he can, when I'm in the shower or shopping, she's ruined him.

"Sam we've been through this." I groan, snatching the beer bottle out of his hand. He blows smoke in my face, laughing.

"You know, I kinda' wanna' fuck your right now." He admits confidently, staring at me as I clean up his mess.

I gasp and slap the back of his head. "Sam you can't say that, asshole." I scold, not missing how his eyes travelled up and down my body and his teeth captured his bottom lip.

"I can say what I want, sit with me." He smirks, patting his lap.

I shake my head but obviously I never had a choice because he pulled my hand and made me sit on his lap. "Sam stop, you're high and most probably drunk too, go to sleep-"

His lips land on mine, roughly. My eyes widen but his soft lips convince me to close them and kiss back, he cups my face with both hands and I move to straddle his lap. It's wrong to kiss your best friend and take advantage of him whilst he's high but I can't encourage myself enough to pull away.

His hands travel and that's where we have to stop. "No, Sam, stop." I sigh, pulling his hands away from my shorts.

"Why baby? I know you want this." He pouts, leaning up to kiss my neck but I push him back.

"No, you don't know that," I say as I climb off his lap. "You're high and won't remember this, that would be wrong."

"Get high with me then." He says, reaching to pick up a joint and hand it to me.

After many minutes he successfully convinces me to get high with him. I inhale the smoke and sit back beside him.

--

"Y/N, wake up." I hear Sam say, I open my eyes and wince from the harsh sunlight.

He laughs at me and pulls the covers over our heads to block the sunlight. I open my eyes and see us both fully naked laying in his bed. "S-Sam." I gasp, instantly shielding my naked body from him

He bites his lip and pulls my arms away from my body, kissing my cheek. "Don't hide yourself baby, I seen it all last night." He snickers, kissing my neck.

"Sammy what the hell happened last night?" I ask, almost moaning as he sucks on my neck to leave a mark.

"We had the best fucking high sex ever, damn baby girl." He laughs, laying his arm over my stomach.

"Oh so you remember but I don't." I frown at him, he grins.

"It'll come back to you throughout the day, you don't get high as often as I do so my memory will be better," He smirks, I roll my eyes. "Call me crazy but I really want to do it again, but for it to mean something." He admits.

"Sam this is all too quick-"

"No it's not, it'll work I promise, please baby." He pleads, batting his long lashes at me.

"No-"

"I'm not taking no for an answer, maybe I can win you over with another round of high sex." He smirks and reaches over to his bedside table to collect a ready made joint and a lighter.

He lights it, inhales and exhales the smoke into my mouth before handing the joint to me. "You're corrupting me Samuel." I scold, placing it between my lips.

"Blame me all you like, if it wins you over I'm perfectly fine with it." He chuckles.

--

"Sam." I groan, squeezing his hand as we walk around in the local mall.

"What baby?" He asks, I nod my head over to his ex girlfriend walking in our direction. He smirks and cups my face before kissing me, not caring about the people surrounding us and passing by.

I hear somebody clear their throat, we pull away and see R/G/N standing there with a red face. "So you've moved on huh?"

"R/G/N it's been six months, you'd be surprised if I never." He chuckles, hanging his arm around my shoulders.

She narrows her eyes at me, biting the inside of her cheek. "Well I'm happy you finally grew a pair of balls and done something about your undying love for him. Have a good day." She snarls before brushing past us.

"I don't have balls, I'm a female." I call after her, making Sam burst out laughing and pull me along to the next store.