#sammy wilk imagines

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“Sammy.” I panicked, rubbing my sweaty palms along my thighs. “I’m nervous. What if they think I’m not good enough for you.”

Sammy chuckled walking towards me, placing his hands on my cheeks,kissing my forehead. “Baby, they’ll love you just breathe.”

I huffed, and looked up at him, “What should I wear?” I asked walking over to our shared closet, rummaging through my dresses.

Sammy walked towards me wrapping his arms around my waist. “Whatever, you wear is fine. Don’t worry.” He spun me around and took the bundle of clothes out of my arms and dropped them on the floor. He leaned in,placing his lips on mine. We continued for a while when I felt Sammy’s hand go up my shirt.

I pushed him back smiling, “Sorry babe, but we have to meet your parents in 30 minutes. Maybe later.” I winked grabbing a white summer dress before walking into the washroom.

Soon we were in the car, riding to the restaurant to meet his parents. As we pull into a parking spot, my heart starts beating faster. Sammy notices my sudden increase of anxiety and leans over from the drivers seat to place a long kiss on my lips. I smile into the lip lock before he pulls back smirking. He gets out of the car and opens my door before taking my hand into his. He holds open the door as we walked in, bombarded by pleasant scents of expensive foods.

“Samuel.” I heard a deep voice call from a well lit booth. I see Sam smile and look down at me before leading me over to the table. This is it. “Dad.” Sam greets with a hug following.

“Good to see you, son.” His father said, patting his shoulder.

“Mommy.” Sammy squealed like a little boy causing all of us to laugh before engulfing his mother with a hug. I awkwardly stood behind Sam before he glanced back and walked over to me, guiding me to his parents.

“Mom, Dad. I’d like you to meet Y/N. My girlfriend.” He said, resting his hand on the small of my back.

“Hello dear. How are you?” His mother said before hugging me lightly.

“Hi. To be quite honest, I’m a little nervous.” I chuckled.

“Aweeh.” She cooed, rubbing my arm, “Honey, you have nothing to worry about. You’re family now.” I smiled at her.

“Hey Y/N.” Sammy’s father smiled, putting his hand out. I smile and shake it. “I’m Dave.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Let’s sit. I’m starving and Mama wants some ribs.” His mom says, patting her stomach as Sammy and I sit across from them.

As the dinner progressed my nerves started to ease. His mom insisted on me calling her Mama Wilk. I didnt mind that because it basically welcomed me into the family with loving arms. Dave and Sammy were talking about his music.

“So Y/N. Is Sammy a pain to live with?” Lori, his mother joked.

I laughed, “He is messy, that’s for sure! Especially when he has all the guys over, the apartment will be a pig pen for days.”

She smiled and I took a sip of my water when I felt a hand slowly rising up the thigh. I Choked on my water almost spitting it out. “Y/N, dear. Are you alright?” Dave asked.

Sammy chuckled keeping his hand cockily close to my area. “Yeah, just forgot how to swallow I guess.”

“So Sammy, are you treating this lovely lady well?” His father asked. Sammy smiled widely, beginning to to rub his thumb on my thigh. Fuck. Why does he have to do this in front of his parents that I just met.

“Oh believe me. She gets treated like a princess. I even let her fill our fridge with healthy ass foods and you both know I like my junk food.” He chuckles.

He gets into a conversation about his family back in Omaha. I smirked, I’m going to get a little pay back. I pretend to be intersted in the conversation, but I sneakily placed my hand on Sammys “friend”. His eyes go wide and he coughs, but goes on pretending like he isnt phased. I unzip Sammy’s pants and place my hand over top of his boxers.

He leans over and whispers “What are you doing, Y/N?”

I smirk, “Just getting a little payback.”

This little game goes on for a while until Sammy fingers trace over my underwear. I take this oportunity to reach my hand into Sam’s boxers and squeeze his package. He tenses up as I lean in, “Whats wrong?…daddy” As soon as that word left my mouth, Sammy was quick to zip up his pants and reach into his pocket and pull out his phone. This is his classic trick, he pretends to get a text about something important so we can leave early because he gets to ‘excited’.

“Me and Y/N actually have to go. I just got a text from Nate and he told me he got us some extra studio time.

“Alright. You kids go, have fun. We’ll stop by your apartment tomorrow.” His mom said

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p>“Oh and make sure you guys use protection, I don’t want any grandbabies yet from you two.” She winked. We both shot her a puzzled look.

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p>She chuckled, “Trust me kids, I know the fake text trick….plus you’re holding you’re phone upside down, Samuel.“ His father laughs almost spitting out his drink following his mother shaking her head.

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"Now go on. But I expect there will be no used condoms and clothes scattered throughout the apartment tomorrow when we show up.”

My face turned beet red, “I’m so sorry, I-” I was interrupted by Sammy standing up and dragging me out of the booth.

“Thanks Guys, See you tomorrow!” He said pulling me away from the table and out of the restaurant.

We got in the car and Sammy was not hesitant to start the car and speed down the road. “SAMMY! I can’t believe that just happened. Oh My Lord.”

“Y/N. I really don’t care about that right now the only thing I can think about is ripping that dress off your body.” He moaned impatiently, increasing his speed down the highway.

THE END. SORRY LOVES FOR THE WORST ENDING EVER.