Heyy. First off all I love your blog :). Second can you maybe write something where readers is best friends with sam and colby and they celebrate christmas together. maybe do something with presents etc and then they decided to play a drinking game and they get absolutely wasted. sam whispers something to reader and she eagerly nods and just says „lets fucking do this“ so sam takes her hand and leads reader to his bedroom and colby is just „have fun guys but remember wrap the present“
thank you :)
Not such a silent night
Sam Golbach x bsf!reader
Summary: Sam gives Y/N a different kind of Christmas present this year.
Words: 8k
Warnings: SMUT 18+, Alcohol use, drunk people, swearing, use of petnames
A/N: Like I said in my previous post this got deleted half way through so please ignore mistakes and maybe show it some love. Thank you and Sorry :)
The soft hum of Christmas music filled your bedroom as you stood in front of your mirror, biting your lip in thought. Clothes were scattered across your room—a clear sign of indecision. Tonight was Sam and Colby’s annual Christmas party, and you wanted to strike the perfect balance between festive and comfortable.
You held up a pair of black tights in one hand and a black skirt in the other, tilting your head as you considered your options. “This should work, right?” you murmured to yourself, eyeing the combination critically.
The tights slid on effortlessly, their sleek material hugging your legs. You paired them with the skirt, zipping it up and smoothing the fabric. Then came the pièce de résistance: a red Christmas sweatshirt adorned with a goofy reindeer face and the words Oh, Deer! printed across the chest. You chuckled at your reflection, the bright red contrasting perfectly with the darker tones of your outfit.
“Festive, but not trying too hard,” you muttered, grabbing your black boots to complete the look. You pulled your hair into a loose half-up, half-down style and dabbed on a touch of makeup—just enough to make you feel like you’d made an effort.
Satisfied, you grabbed your coat and phone, double-checking your gift bag containing presents for Sam and Colby. Before heading out, you shot a quick text in the group chat:
You: On my way! Should be there in 15.
Sam: We’re ready for you!
Colby: Hurry up, you’re missing all the fun.
You: Colby, the party hasn’t even started yet.
A laugh escaped your lips as you ordered the Uber. Minutes later, a car pulled up outside, and you slid into the backseat, the faint scent of peppermint in the air reminding you of the season.
The ride to the boys’ house was uneventful, with the city twinkling in Christmas lights. You couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement as you neared their place. Every gathering at Sam and Colby’s always promised unforgettable memories—and likely some chaos.
When the car rolled to a stop, you stepped out, clutching the gift bag. Their house was already glowing with fairy lights strung along the roof, and you could hear faint music from inside. You barely made it to the front door before it swung open, revealing Sam with his signature grin.
“About time!” he exclaimed, pulling you into a warm hug.
“Hey, it’s not like I was late,” you teased, laughing as you hugged him back. His arms lingered around you for a beat longer than usual, but you brushed it off, assuming he was just in a festive mood.
“Don’t crush her, dude,” Colby interrupted, appearing in the doorway and pulling you into a more casual, one-armed hug. “You brought wine, right?”
“what even is this question,” you shot back with a grin, holding up the bag. “Fair enough,” Colby said, stepping aside to let you in.
The familiar warmth of their house enveloped you as you stepped inside, the scent of pine and cinnamon wafting through the air. Their living room was decked out with Christmas decorations: a tree bursting with ornaments, garlands draped over every surface, and even a Santa hat perched on the corner of the TV.
“Let’s get you a drink,” Sam said, leading the way into the kitchen.
The three of you crowded around the counter, where an array of bottles was already on display. Colby grabbed a bottle of wine and waggled it in your direction. “Red or white?”
“Red,” you answered immediately.
“Bold choice,” Colby said as he uncorked the bottle and poured three glasses.
Sam handed you one, his fingers brushing against yours briefly. “Cheers,” he said, raising his glass.
“To another chaotic Christmas party,” Colby added with a grin.
“To not be hungover tomorrow,” you chimed in, clinking your glass against theirs.
Sam chuckled. “You’re too optimistic for your own good.”
The doorbell chimed, and the three of you exchanged glances before Colby dramatically sighed. “Guess we have to be good hosts now.”
He pushed off the counter, but you followed behind him with Sam right on your heels. As Colby swung open the door, Jake, Johnnie, Tara, and the Sturniolo triplets filed in, bundled up in scarves and jackets, cheeks pink from the cold.
“Merry Christmas!” Jake announced, stepping forward to pull you into a quick hug.
“Merry Christmas!” you replied, squeezing him tightly.
Johnnie was next, offering his usual goofy grin as he hugged you. “Nice sweater,” he teased, tugging at the hem of your sweatshirt. “Very on brand.”
“Better than your sweater,” you shot back, eyeing his plain green pullover.
“I’m minimalistic,” he argued with mock indignation.
Tara pulled you into a warm hug, planting a kiss on each of your cheeks. “You look so cute, babe,” she said, her tone genuinely affectionate.
“You’re one to talk,” you said, admiring her glittery gold dress. “You look like a Christmas goddess.”
“Stop, you’ll make me cry before dinner,” she joked, wiping away fake tears as Matt, Chris, and Nick approached.
Nick greeted you with a bear hug, lifting you off the ground slightly. “Hey, superstar,” he said, setting you back down.
Matt waved before giving you a casual side hug. “Nice to see you not in sweats for once.”
“Wow, thanks for that,” you deadpanned, though you couldn’t help but laugh.
Chris was the last to step forward, his shy smile immediately softening you. “Hey,” he said simply, pulling you into a brief but firm hug.
“Hey,” you replied, giving him an extra squeeze before stepping back.
Once everyone had their coats hung up and glasses of wine in hand, you all moved to the dining table. The feast was already spread out: turkey, mashed potatoes, roasted vegetables, and enough side dishes to feed a small army.
“Damn, you guys went all out,” Jake said, eyeing the spread appreciatively as he took a seat.
“Colby was in charge of the decorations,” Sam said, pulling out a chair for you before sitting down beside you.
“And the food?” Tara asked.
Sam raised a hand. “That was all me.”
“I helped,” Colby interjected, pointing a fork in Sam’s direction.
“Boiling water doesn’t count,” Sam shot back with a grin, earning a round of laughter from the table.
The conversation flowed as everyone dug into their plates.
“This turkey is insane,” Matt said, his mouth half-full. “What’s the secret?”
“Hours of YouTube tutorials and one minor kitchen fire,” Sam admitted, making everyone laugh.
“Remember when he almost set the microwave on fire last year?” Johnnie chimed in, earning groans and giggles from the group.
“I was reheating gravy!” Sam defended himself, though even he was laughing now.
As plates were cleared and the last bits of dessert disappeared, everyone leaned back in their chairs, visibly satisfied.
“I think I’m gonna explode,” Nick groaned, patting his stomach.
“You say that every year,” Chris said, shaking his head.
“Because it’s true every year,” Nick retorted.
“Alright, living room,” Tara declared, standing up and clapping her hands. “I need to lie down before I go into a food coma, and we still have presents to open!”
You followed the group into the living room, wine glasses refilled and spirits high. The Christmas tree sparkled in the corner, and the stack of gifts beneath it looked almost too good to disturb. Almost.
“Who’s going first?” Colby asked, plopping onto the couch and stretching his legs out.
“I think we should make Nick go last,” Matt said, smirking. “Make him suffer a little.”
“Why me?” Nick demanded, throwing a pillow at Matt, who easily dodged it.
“Because you’re the most dramatic,” Chris said, shrugging.
The bickering continued as you settled onto the floor near Sam, your gift bag resting beside you. You sipped your wine, a warm buzz settling over you as laughter filled the room.
“Alright, let’s start this,” Tara said, grabbing a gift from under the tree. “Otherwise, we’ll be here until New Year’s.”
The first exchange began, and you watched as everyone’s faces lit up with excitement, their laughter and gratitude filling the room. The warmth of the night, the company, and the holiday cheer wrapped around you like a cozy blanket.
The group gathered around the large U-shaped couch, everyone settling into their spots with wine glasses in hand and cheeks flushed from the meal. Sam sat beside you, close enough that his knee brushed against yours every so often. You noticed how he leaned slightly toward you, his shoulder just barely grazing yours as he laughed at Colby’s commentary about Nick’s dessert plate still sitting abandoned on the table.
“Nick, are you seriously going to let that ice cream melt?” Colby teased.
“Maybe I’m saving it for later,” Nick shot back, slumping into his seat at the corner of the couch.
“You’re saving a puddle,” Chris said, smirking.
“Guys, focus,” Tara interrupted, tapping her wine glass with her nails. “It’s time for presents.”
Sam reached for his wine glass but kept his body angled toward you. “Excited for this?” he asked, his voice low.
“Always,” you replied, ignoring the way your heart fluttered when his smile lingered a bit too long.
Chris cleared his throat, standing up with a sheepish smile. “I guess I’ll go first.”
He reached under the tree, pulling out a small stack of neatly wrapped gifts.
“Chris, you wrapped these?” Tara asked, raising her eyebrows.
“Of course I did,” he said, handing her a gift bag. “I’m a man of many talents.”
“Or a man of many YouTube tutorials,” Matt quipped, earning a laugh from everyone.
Chris worked his way around the room, handing out gifts until he reached you. He gave you a small rectangular box, wrapped in silver paper.
“Open it,” Chris urged, sitting back down as everyone tore into their gifts.
Inside the box was a delicate bracelet with a tiny charm shaped like a star.
“Oh my God, Chris,” you said, holding it up to the light. “This is beautiful.”
“I figured you could wear it for good luck,” he said, smiling shyly.
“You’re the best,” you said, leaning over to give him a quick hug.
Chris had given Colby a new pair of wireless headphones. “Because you always steal mine,” Chris added, Matt a sleek black beanie that immediately went on his head, Jake a pair of ugly pajama pants, Johnnie a pack of rare trading cards, and Nick a hardcover book on photography.
Matt went next, handing out his gifts, which ranged from a bottle of whiskey for Colby “It’s your type of sophistication,” Matt had joked. A custom framed photo collage for Tara of their favorite group memories. For you, he’d picked out a soft plaid scarf in your favorite color.
“This is perfect, Matt,” you said, wrapping it around your shoulders.
Jake’s turn brought practical but thoughtful gifts: A giant gummy bear dick for Johnnie, and a handmade scented candle for Tara. “I made this myself, okay?” he added, and for you, a new journal for your junk journal addiction.
“I thought you might like something personal,” Jake said as you opened it.
“Jake, this is so sweet,” you said.
Johnnie was next, handing out quirky, personalized gifts like a t-shirt for Sam and Colby that read Professional Ghost Hunter and a glittery phone case for Tara. When he handed you your gift, you opened it to find a small framed picture of you, him, and the rest of the group from last year’s Christmas party.
“I figured you’d want to remember how great we look,” Johnnie said, making you laugh.
“Thanks, Johnnie. It’s perfect.”
Tara’s gifts were chic and thoughtful. She gave you a makeup set you’d been eyeing for months. “I knew you wanted it but wouldn’t buy it for yourself,” Tara said, grinning.
“I love you,” you said dramatically, throwing your arms around her.
Finally, it was Sam’s turn. He picked up a neatly wrapped box and handed it to you first.
“For you,” he said, his voice a little softer than usual.
Inside was a soft, oversized hoodie you had been eyeing for months now.
“You’re always saying you want that hoodie so I got it for you,” Sam said, scratching the back of his neck. “And it’s your favorite color.”
“Sam, this is perfect,” you said, your heartwarming at how thoughtful he’d been.
“I knew I was winning gift-giving this year,” he said with a wink.
Colby’s turn was filled with playful energy, gifting you a pair of fuzzy socks with little snowflakes on them and a mug that read This is probably wine.
“Because you can never have enough fuzzy socks,” Colby said, grinning as you laughed.
When it was your turn, you handed out your gifts: a pair of engraved keychains for Jake, Johnnie, Sam, and Colby with little inside jokes on them, a signed copy of a book for Tara, a box full of different Pepsi flavors for Chris, a Necklace for Matt and hoodie for Nick.
Finally, Nick’s turn arrived, and he gave everyone hilarious gag gifts—a banana costume for Colby, a potato-shaped stress ball for Matt, and a shirt for you that said Holiday Chaos Coordinator.
“Very fitting,” Nick said with a smirk as everyone roared with laughter.
The room was filled with thank-yous, laughter, and a sense of togetherness that made you feel like you were exactly where you were meant to be. Sam nudged your arm gently, and you looked over at him, his gaze warm.
“Pretty good haul tonight,” he said softly, his smile making your heart flutter again.
“Yeah,” you replied, smiling back. “Best Christmas yet.”
The room buzzed with the lingering excitement of gifts as everyone settled back into their spots on the U-shaped couch, laughter and casual chatter filling the space. Colby was holding up the banana costume Nick had given him, inspecting it with an exaggeratedly serious expression.
“I’m just saying,” Colby began, “this might be the best gift I’ve ever received. You’re never going to top this, Nick.”
“You’re welcome,” Nick said, leaning back with a satisfied smirk.
Tara sipped her wine, her legs curled up beneath her as she glanced at the potato-shaped stress ball in Matt’s hand. “What’s the story behind that?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
Matt gave a dramatic sigh. “Nick thinks I’m stressed all the time, so naturally, his solution is a potato.”
“It’s a multi-functional potato,” Nick retorted. “You can squeeze it and pretend it’s your dinner companion.”
Jake burst out laughing. “Matt and his emotional support potato. Coming to a theater near you.”
“Don’t give him ideas,” Matt groaned, tossing the stress ball at Jake, who dodged it easily.
Meanwhile, Jake was fiddling with the engraved keychain you’d given him, turning it over in his hands with a small smile. “This was a really thoughtful gift,” he said quietly, nudging you with his elbow.
“I’m glad you like it,” you replied, smiling back.
Sam, sitting close enough that his arm brushed yours, leaned in slightly. “I can’t believe you actually found a signed copy of that book for Tara,” he said.
“Let’s just say I had to pull some strings,” you said with a wink.
“Impressive,” Sam said, his grin lingering a little too long before Tara interrupted.
“So,” Tara said, gesturing to the now-empty wine glasses scattered across the coffee table. “What’s next? We need to keep this party going.”
As if on cue, Colby suddenly stood up, stretching his arms overhead. “Don’t move,” he said, already heading toward the kitchen.
“What’s he up to?” Jake asked, leaning back against the couch.
“Knowing Colby?” Johnnie said, smirking. “Something ridiculous.”
You all continued chatting, speculating about Colby’s plans as you sipped your wine and lounged around. A few moments later, he reappeared in the doorway, grinning mischievously and holding up two bottles of Christmas-flavored vodka.
“Time for the real Christmas spirit?” he announced, waggling the bottles in the air.
The room erupted in cheers, everyone raising their glasses or fists in agreement.
“Hell yeah!” Jake exclaimed, already sliding off the couch to sit on the floor.
Colby sauntered into the room, setting the bottles on the coffee table with a flourish. “Let’s gather around, my festive degenerates.”
Everyone scrambled to sit on the floor, forming a loose circle around the coffee table. You found yourself between Sam and Tara, the former sliding closer as he stretched his legs out in front of him.
“What are we playing?” Matt asked, already grabbing a shot glass.
Colby sat cross-legged at the head of the circle, uncapping one of the vodka bottles. “I was thinking we’d start with a classic. Truth or Drink.”
“Dangerous,” Tara said, grinning as she poured herself a small shot.
“Dangerously fun,” Colby corrected.
“Just don’t ask me anything too crazy,” Chris said, shaking his head.
“That’s not how this works,” Jake said with a laugh.
As everyone poured their drinks and settled in, the excitement in the room buzzed with anticipation. The vodka smelled faintly of cinnamon and nutmeg, filling the air with a festive warmth as the first round began.
The game started innocently enough. Everyone poured their first shots, laughter already bubbling in the air as Colby rubbed his hands together with a mischievous grin.
“Alright,” Colby began, looking around the circle. “Let’s ease into this. Jake, truth or drink?”
Jake raised an eyebrow, clearly unbothered. “Truth.”
Colby smirked. “What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve done this year?”
Jake leaned back, thinking for a moment. “Easy,” he said. “Remember that hike where I tripped over my own feet and slid down the trail on my ass? In front of that group of strangers?”
“Oh my God, that was amazing,” Tara said, laughing so hard she had to clutch her side. “You looked like a cartoon character.”
“You’re welcome for the entertainment,” Jake said, holding up his shot glass in mock pride.
The circle moved on, with everyone taking turns answering light-hearted questions or taking small sips of vodka. The cinnamon burn warmed your throat and stomach, the buzz creeping in slowly.
When it was your turn, Johnnie grinned devilishly. “Alright, truth or drink?”
“Truth,” you said confidently, leaning forward.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying himself. “If you had to swap lives with one person here for a week, who would it be?”
You laughed, glancing around the circle. “Easy—Tara. She’s got her life so put together, and I’d probably spend a week just trying on all her clothes.”
“Excellent choice,” Tara said, flipping her hair playfully.
As the rounds went on, the questions began to take on a more daring edge, fueled by the increasing buzz from the vodka.
“Sam,” Matt said, pointing at him. “Truth or drink?”
Sam hesitated before saying, “Truth.”
Matt smirked. “Have you ever had a crush on anyone in this room?”
The group collectively “oooh” -ed, leaning in eagerly. Sam flushed bright red and quickly reached for his shot glass, downing it in one go.
“Oh, come on!” Nick said, groaning. “You can’t leave us hanging like that.”
Sam just shook his head, his cheeks still pink. “Next question,” he muttered, earning a round of laughter.
The bottle made its way back to you, and this time, Colby’s gaze landed on you with a smirk.
“Your turn, Y/N,” he said. “Truth or drink?”
“Truth,” you said, feeling a little braver now.
Colby leaned forward, his grin widening. “What’s the worst date you’ve ever been on?”
You rolled your eyes, laughing. “Oh, that’s easy. This guy once took me to a drive-thru, ordered himself a meal, and then told me he ‘forgot his wallet.’ I ended up paying for his food and leaving before he finished his fries.”
The group erupted in laughter, with Nick practically wheezing. “No way that actually happened.”
“It did,” you said, shaking your head. “And I blocked his number before I even got home.”
“Legendary,” Sam said, clinking his glass against yours.
The game continued, the questions gradually becoming bolder.
“Matt,” Tara said, a mischievous gleam in her eye. “Truth or drink?”
Matt leaned back, a cocky smile on his face. “Truth.”
She tapped her chin dramatically. “What’s your biggest turn-on?”
The group erupted into laughter and whistles, and Matt raised his hands in mock surrender. “You’re evil for that,” he said, laughing.
“You answered truth!” Tara shot back, raising her glass. His grin faltered slightly as his gaze flicked around the room. “Uh...confidence, I guess?”
“Lame answer,” Nick said, shaking his head.
“I’m not gonna give you a whole list!” Matt retorted.
As the game progressed, your buzz deepened, the warmth of the vodka and the closeness of your friends making everything feel a little brighter, a little louder. You couldn’t help but notice how Sam’s arm rested against yours more often now, his laughter always seeming to linger just a bit longer when he looked your way.
When the bottle circled back to Colby, he leaned forward, holding the vodka in one hand and his shot glass in the other.
“Alright, group question,” he said, smirking. “What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done? If you don’t answer, you drink.”
The room burst into chaos, everyone groaning and laughing at once.
“No way,” Matt said, immediately reaching for his shot glass.
“You’re all cowards,” Tara said, though she quickly poured herself a shot as well.
Chris buried his face in his hands. “This game is getting dangerous.”
You exchanged a glance with Sam, who raised an eyebrow at you as if to say, Are you really going to answer that?
You laughed, the vodka making you bolder than usual. “I’m drinking,” you said, lifting your glass.
“Smart move,” Sam said, clinking his glass against yours again.
As the game continued, the questions got riskier, the laughter louder, and the group more uninhibited, the holiday cheer blending with the undeniable buzz of the vodka.
The circle had dissolved into a chaotic mess of laughter, slurred words, and increasingly questionable decisions as the vodka bottles emptied. The once-civilized drinking game had spiraled into a parade of the most shameless questions imaginable, fueled by the holiday spirit and far too much alcohol.
Nick was sprawled on the floor near the couch, snoring softly, one arm flung over his face like he’d given up on keeping up with the group.
“Nick’s down for the count,” Chris said, waving his hand in front of Nick’s face. “I give him an hour before he’s asking for pizza.”
Tara was doubled over, tears streaming down her face as she clutched her stomach. “You guys,” she wheezed, struggling to catch her breath. “I can’t—it‘s so funny—oh my God!”
Jake, meanwhile, was leaning back against the couch, mumbling something incomprehensible. “Shss... s’like, ya know?” he slurred, gesturing vaguely with his hands.
“Exactly, Jake,” Matt said with mock seriousness. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.”
Colby was leaning back on his elbows, his cheeks flushed from both alcohol and laughter. “This game’s officially off the rails,” he said, shaking his head. “And I love it.”
You sat cross-legged on the floor, your back resting lightly against Sam’s chest. At some point, he’d shifted closer and closer, his thigh pressed against yours, his arm draped casually behind you. You were both laughing at something Matt had said, but your brain was starting to feel foggy from the vodka.
Sam leaned down, his voice low and close to your ear. “You’re way too good at this game, you know that?”
You turned your head slightly, meeting his gaze, which was laced with mischief. “Or maybe you’re just bad at it,” you teased, your words a little slower than usual.
He grinned, his face so close you could feel the warmth radiating off him. “Nah, I think you’re just trying to distract me.”
“Distract you from what?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
“From how ridiculously pretty you look right now,” he said, his tone playful but with a hint of sincerity that made your stomach flip.
You laughed, shaking your head. “Sam, you’re drunk.”
“Maybe,” he said, shrugging. “But I’m not lying.”
Tara, still cackling, pointed at the two of you. “Oh my God, Sam’s flirting, everyone. Someone write this down.”
“Shut up, Tara,” Sam said, but he was smiling, not even trying to deny it.
Chris groaned, throwing a pillow at Tara. “You’re gonna embarrass them.”
“Oh, please,” Colby chimed in, smirking. “I think Sam’s doing a good enough job on his own.”
Jake tried to say something, but it came out as an incomprehensible mumble, which only made Tara laugh harder.
“Jake, are you even speaking English anymore?” Matt asked, looking genuinely concerned.
Jake waved him off, his words slurred but his grin unbothered. “ M fine... jus’ talkin’... ‘bout... stuff.”
Sam ignored the chaos around you, his attention focused solely on you. “I’m just saying,” he continued, his voice softer now, “you’ve been looking at me like that all night.”
“Like what?” you asked, your heart racing despite your alcohol-fueled haze.
“Like I’m the only guy in this room,” he said, his voice teasing but his eyes serious.
You felt your face heat up, though you weren’t sure if it was from the vodka or the way Sam was looking at you. “Maybe you’re imagining things,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant.
He chuckled, leaning even closer. “Or maybe I’m not.”
Colby clapped his hands together suddenly, breaking the moment. “Alright, who’s next? Someone’s gotta keep this circus going.”
“I’ll go,” Tara said, still giggling as she picked up a bottle and pointed it at Matt. “Truth or drink?”
As Tara launched into her question, Sam didn’t move away, his shoulder brushing yours as he stayed close. His hand rested on the floor behind you, but his fingers toyed lightly with the edge of your skirt as if he couldn’t help himself.
“You’re trouble,” you murmured, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye.
He smirked, his gaze dropping briefly to your lips. “You have no idea.”
The group around you continued to spiral into drunken hilarity, but you could barely focus. The warmth of Sam’s closeness and his bold flirting had your heart pounding in a way that even the vodka couldn’t numb.
The game continued in the background, but you and Sam had completely checked out. The vodka had dulled the edges of your thoughts, and the warmth of his body so close to yours was all-consuming. Every little move he made seemed intentional—the way his fingers brushed against your knee, the way his voice dropped just a little lower when he leaned in to speak to you.
“You know,” Sam murmured, his lips barely an inch from your ear, “I can’t decide if you’re ignoring me on purpose or if you’re just trying to drive me insane.”
You turned your head slightly to meet his eyes, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “Why not both?”
He chuckled, his gaze dropping to your lips briefly before snapping back up to your eyes. “You’re trouble,” he quoted you, his voice thick with something that made your stomach flip.
“And you’re repeating yourself,” you teased, leaning just a little closer, your noses almost touching now.
Meanwhile, the game carried on without you, though Tara seemed to notice your zoning out. “Uh, Y/N,” she called, laughing as she nudged a shot glass in your direction. “It’s your turn, by the way.”
You blinked, glancing around the circle, but Sam’s hand rested lightly on your thigh, and your focus immediately snapped back to him. The room around you blurred into irrelevance as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours in the lightest, most teasing of kisses.
You froze for half a second before leaning into him, and suddenly, the light teasing kiss turned into something deeper, hotter. His hand slid up to cup the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled you closer. You barely registered the collective gasp from the room or the way the laughter faltered, giving way to a chorus of catcalls and cheers.
“Holy shit,” Matt finally said, breaking the spell as he waved a hand in front of him. “Get a room, OMG!”
The group burst into laughter, Tara clapping her hands together. “You go, girl!” she shouted, raising her glass in a mock toast.
Jake, still slumped against the couch, squinted at the two of you. “’M I seein’ things? Or are they…?”
“Nope, you’re seeing it,” Colby said, smirking. “It’s happening.”
You pulled back just slightly, your breath mingling with Sam’s as you both grinned at each other. His eyes were dark, full of heat and mischief, and he didn’t seem remotely fazed by the group’s reactions.
“You’re terrible,” you whispered, though the smile on your face betrayed your words.
“And you love it,” he shot back, his voice low enough that only you could hear.
Without saying another word, you stood up, grabbing his hand and tugging him to his feet. He followed you willingly, his grin wide and boyish as you led him toward the hallway.
“Where are they going?” Chris asked, though his voice was more amused than surprised.
“Where do you think?” Matt said, laughing as he leaned back on his hands.
Tara cupped her hands around her mouth like a megaphone. “Have fun, but don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”
“Oh, please,” Colby said, shaking his head with a grin. “Remember to wrap the present!”
The room erupted into more laughter, and you turned back just long enough to shoot them a playful glare. Sam, however, just smirked, giving a little salute before following you down the hall.
You barely made it into Sam’s bedroom before his lips crashed against yours again, this time with even more urgency. He pushed the door shut behind him without breaking the kiss, his hands gripping your waist as if he were afraid you might slip away.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he murmured against your lips, his voice breathless and husky.
“Then stop wasting time,” you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer.
He groaned softly, his hands sliding down to your thighs. Before you could react, he lifted you effortlessly, pressing you firmly against the wall. The cool surface contrasted with the heat radiating from his body as he pressed his hips against yours, the growing hardness between his legs impossible to ignore.
You gasped at the sensation, your head tilting back slightly, giving him access to trail kisses along your jaw and down your neck. Each touch of his lips sent sparks through you, and you couldn’t hold back the soft moan that escaped your lips.
“Fuck,” Sam whispered, pulling back just enough to look at you, his pupils blown wide. “You sound so beautiful.”
His words made your cheeks flush, but you didn’t have time to respond before his lips were on yours again, more demanding this time. His hands roamed over your body, exploring, while his hips rocked gently against yours, teasing you with just enough friction to make you want more.
“Sam,” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper.
He pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against yours as he caught his breath. “You’re driving me crazy,” he admitted, his voice low and rough.
“Good,” you said with a smirk, your fingers threading through his hair.
He let out a soft laugh before stepping back from the wall, still holding you securely. He carried you over to the bed, laying you down gently as his hands brushed over your sides. The weight of his body over yours made your heart race, the heat between you nearly overwhelming.
Sam propped himself up on one arm, his free hand trailing along your side as his eyes raked over you. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said, his voice filled with awe.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” you replied, your hands tugging at the hem of his shirt. “Now, are you going to let me see more or just keep talking?”
He chuckled, sitting up just enough to yank his shirt over his head before tossing it to the floor. “Better?” he asked, grinning.
You reached up, your fingers skimming over his chest. “Much.”
He leaned down again, his lips capturing yours as his hands began to explore more boldly. Your hands moved to the hem of your sweater, but before you could pull it off, Sam stopped you.
“Let me,” he said, his voice a mix of command and plea.
You nodded, lifting your arms as he slowly pulled the sweater over your head, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of you. He trailed kisses down your neck, his hands working their way to the waistband of your skirt.
“Tell me if you want to stop,” he said softly, his voice sincere even as his desire was clear.
“I won’t,” you assured him, your fingers already tugging at the button of his jeans.
He groaned softly, helping you push them down as his lips found yours again. The rest of your clothes quickly followed, each piece discarded in a growing pile on the floor. The air between you was electric, every touch, every kiss stoking the fire building between you.
The room was dimly lit, bathed in a soft, golden hue from a nearby lamp. You could hear faint chatter and laughter from your friends in the living room, but here, in this quiet moment, it felt like the world had shrunk to just the two of you. Sam’s gaze held yours, warm and intent, his lips curved into a mischievous smile.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he murmured, his voice low and steady. The sincerity in his tone made your cheeks flush, and you found yourself shyly looking away, though the fluttering in your chest told you how much you appreciated it.
“Sam you‘re...” you started, your voice trailing off, but he gently tipped your chin back to meet his eyes.
“I mean it,” he insisted, his thumb brushing softly over your cheek. “Every bit of you. Everything.”
Your heart swelled at his words, and before you could respond, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss so tender it left you breathless. The room seemed to tilt as his warmth enveloped you, the closeness of him erasing every stray thought. His hands slid to your waist, grounding you as his lips began a gentle exploration, tracing from the corner of your mouth to the sensitive spot just below your ear.
“Sam,” you whimpered, a mixture of anticipation and disbelief in your voice.
He hummed softly in response, his breath hot against your skin as he pressed a kiss just beneath your jawline. His touch was slow, deliberate, as though he was savoring every second. His lips moved lower, tracing a path down your neck, pausing every so often to leave the softest kisses that sent shivers racing along your spine.
“You okay?” he asked softly, his voice cutting through the haze. He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his brow furrowed in concern. “Tell me if this is too much.”
The tenderness in his expression nearly undid you. You nodded, your breath hitching. “I’m more than okay,” you managed, your voice barely above a whisper.
He smiled at your reassurance, his confidence returning as he resumed his journey. Each kiss felt like a silent conversation, his care evident in every touch. When he reached the edge of your collarbone, he paused to look up at you again, as if seeking permission.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice laced with an earnest vulnerability that made your chest tighten.
You didn’t hesitate. “Always.”
That one word seemed to light something in him. He pressed his lips to your shoulder, then continued downward, his hands steadying you as you leaned back against the cushions. Time felt suspended as he traced the curve of your arms and sides with the same careful attention, his gaze flicking up to meet yours now and then, as if to ensure you were still with him.
The warmth of his presence, and the way he handled you with reverence, made it impossible to focus on anything but the moment. You couldn’t hold back the soft moans that escaped your lips, each one making his smile grow.
“I think I like this,” he teased lightly, his voice breaking the stillness. “Hearing you like this.”
You laughed softly, though the sound was shaky. “Don’t get too cocky.”
He chuckled, the vibration of it resonating against your skin as he placed another kiss over your sternum. “Too late.”
The sound of your friends’ laughter drifted through the door again, and you froze for a moment, suddenly aware of how thin the walls were. Sam noticed immediately, his lips pausing as he looked up with a grin.
“Worried they’ll hear?” he asked, his tone teasing but kind.
You shrugged, feeling self-conscious, your drunkness wore off as soon as Sam kissed you. “Maybe…”
He leaned in close, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Let them. They’ll just be jealous.”
You swatted his arm, laughing, and he grinned, the playful glint in his eyes making your heart race.
His breath was warm against your skin, and when he chuckled softly, it was as though the sound itself ignited something deep within you.
“You’re so sensitive here, Y/N,” he teased, his voice low and filled with affection. His lips pressed against the delicate curve of your neck again, and this time you couldn’t hold back the soft sigh that escaped your lips.
His hands traced down your arms before resting at your waist, grounding you as he continued his slow exploration. He didn’t rush, letting each kiss speak volumes as he moved lower, his lips brushing over the line of your collarbone.
“Sam...” you whimpered, unsure if it was a plea for him to slow down or to never stop.
He looked up at you, his eyes dark with a mix of playfulness and intent. “What’s that, sweetheart?”
The nickname sent a rush of warmth through you, pooling low in your core. You shook your head, unable to form coherent words, and he grinned as if he knew exactly what you were feeling.
“Nothing? Alright,” he teased, his lips curling into a smirk. “I’ll just keep going, then.”
He shifted slightly, his hands moving up to your sides as his lips made their way to your chest. The first kiss he placed there was slow and deliberate, his lips soft against your skin. He took his time, letting his hands trace gentle patterns over your back as he moved lower. Your breath hitched as he kissed along the curve of your tits and sucked on your nipples, each touch deliberate, like he was savoring every moment. His hands joined in, brushing over your sides before settling, strong and steady, as he leaned in closer.
“Sam...” you moaned again, your voice trembling.
“Still with me?” he asked, pausing to meet your gaze. His expression was soft, full of affection and care.
You nodded, unable to do much else. “Always.”
That was all he needed. He leaned back down, letting his lips travel further, pressing kisses along your stomach. Every touch sent shivers through you, each kiss slower than the last as if he was committing every inch of you to memory.
When he reached your thighs, he paused, his hands steadying you as he looked up once more. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with sincerity.
And then he continued, his lips tracing down the length of your thigh before moving to the other. You felt your breath falter, your heart racing as he inched closer, his movements purposeful but never rushed.
“Sam...” you whimpered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own heartbeat.
“Hmm?” He glanced up at you with a grin, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.
“That feels... so good,” you admitted, your words tumbling out unguarded.
“Good,” he said, his grin widening.
When he finally closed the distance, his touch was like nothing you’d ever felt before. Every movement was deliberate, every moment focused entirely on you. You couldn’t hold back the soft moans that escaped you as he sucked and licked on your clit. You were sure he spelled the lyrics of jingle bells with his tongue.
“You sound so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice full of admiration.
His words made your chest tighten with emotion, and you reached down, your fingers brushing against his hair as if to anchor yourself. He worked with a focus that left you breathless, his touch and his presence leaving you completely undone.
Your mind was a haze of warmth and light, and you could feel that familiar pressure building in your core, coiling tighter with each passing second.
“Sam,” you gasped, your voice trembling. “I’m so close... don’t stop.”
He didn’t. He gave his best performance, his movements unrelenting yet tender, and when the knot finally unraveled, the wave of release left you trembling beneath him, your breath coming in loud moans.
As you came down from your high, your breathing still uneven, you reached for Sam, pulling him up to meet you. His lips found yours instantly, soft and warm, grounding you as the aftershocks still coursed through your body.
“You’re the best,” he whispered between kisses, his voice thick with awe.
A playful grin tugged at your lips as you broke the kiss, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “Now,” you said, your voice teasing, “let’s wrap this present, shall we?”
Sam froze for a moment, then let out a laugh that rumbled through his chest. “Quoting Colby? Now? Really?”
You smirked. “Seemed fitting.”
His laughter softened into a grin, but there was no mistaking the intensity in his gaze as his hand trailed over your side. “Alright then.”
Without wasting a second, he leaned over to the nightstand, pulling it open to retrieve a condom. He glanced at you as if asking for silent permission, holding it up with a raised brow. You took it from him with a confidence that surprised even you, tearing the foil carefully. Sam’s breath hitched as your hands brushed against his cock, his lips parting slightly when you began to roll it down his length.
“You’re going to kill me,” he murmured, his voice unsteady, a low groan escaping his lips as your touch lingered.
You smiled, leaning forward to kiss him again, slow and deliberate. “You’re being dramatic,” you teased, though your own heart was racing at the intensity of the moment.
When you pulled back, Sam cupped your face, his expression softening. “You sure about this?” he asked, his voice quiet but steady. It wasn’t the first time he’d asked tonight, but you could see how much it mattered to him to hear your answer again.
“Yeah,” you said, your voice steady and clear. “Absolutely.”
His smile was gentle, almost reverent, as he kissed you again, his hands steadying you as he moved closer. The anticipation was electric, every touch heightened as you felt him align himself with you.
And then, with infinite care, he pressed forward, his eyes never leaving yours as he slid his cock in, his movements slow and deliberate. The tension between you and Sam was electric, both of you moving in sync, the shared rhythm of your body a language of its own. Each thrust, each moan seemed to draw you closer, until you could feel the heat of his skin, the weight of his presence in ways that made everything else fade into the background. Sam moaned softly, his grip on you tightening, his movements slow but intense. “You feel so good,” he murmured, his voice low and rough.
You gasped, your own body responding with a heat that only deepened with every touch. “Sam, you fill me up so well,” you whispered, your words breathless but filled with awe.
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through your chest. “You’re killing me, Y/N,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours. “You’re so perfect.”
The connection between you both felt like it was building to something beyond words. You felt it in every kiss, every touch, and every movement that seemed to echo the urgency and intensity of the moment. Without any warning, something in you shifted. A quiet challenge passed between your eyes as you changed positions, now hovering above him. The change in power felt electric, and you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at the shift in dynamics.
Sam’s hands gripped your hips, his eyes dark with admiration and something deeper. “Fuck Y/N,” he groaned, his voice thick with need. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
You smiled down at him, your breath coming in shallow gasps. “Not yet,” you teased, your own heart racing as you took control, moving with a rhythm that made everything else blur.
The room was filled with the sounds of both your breaths—labored and urgent—and the shared moments of quiet connection, where every glance and every touch said more than words could express. As the two of you moved together, the world outside seemed to fade away. The room was filled only with the sounds of your breaths and moans. Your heartbeats echo in time with each movement. The tension between you both was palpable, a steady rhythm that drew you closer with every touch.
You leaned down, pressing your lips to Sam’s. The kiss was slow and deep, a reflection of everything you felt in that moment. Your body trembled, the connection between you both growing stronger with every passing second.
“I’m so fucking close, Sam,” you whispered, your voice breathless, the words escaping without thought.
Sam’s eyes locked with yours, a faint grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “Me too, baby. Cum for me” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. You let yourself go with loud moans
Sam groaned beneath you, his grip tightening slightly as he followed you with his release. You collapsed against his chest, your body still shaking with the remnants of your shared moment.
For a few seconds, there was nothing but the steady beat of your heart and the sound of your heavy breath filling the quiet room. You rested there, feeling the weight of the moment settle between you, a peaceful warmth wrapping around you both.
“That was…” you started, your voice trailing off as you tried to find the words.
“Incredible,” Sam finished for you, his voice warm, full of sincerity. He gently stroked your hair, the movement tender as he held you close.
You could hear the laughter from your friends in the other room, a soft reminder that life continued outside this moment.
But then, unexpectedly, a loud voice cut through the air.
“OMG, finally! I can enjoy my pizza! Well, that wasn’t such a silent night for you two!” Nick’s voice boomed from the living room, his words a little slurred, but unmistakable.
You and Sam both froze for a moment, exchanging a glance before you both bursted out in laughs “Seems like we woke Nick up from his drunk slumber,” you said, still laughing.
Sam grinned, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his hair. “Looks like it,” he chuckled. “At least he’s got his priorities straight.”
The two of you laughed together, the awkwardness fading into something lighthearted, a shared moment that somehow made everything feel more real.
As the sounds of your friends’ laughter mixed with the muffled sounds of Nick's pizza indulgence from the living room, you settled into the quiet, peaceful feeling of the moment, knowing that things had shifted, but in the best way.
