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[Note: if you don’t already know, Henny is a nickname for French Brandy “Hennessy Cognac,” in the context of this story.]
Sam laid shirtless on the couch in his living room, with a random talk show on with some host named “Mark Lee” talking about Canada. Sam wasn’t particularly “wealthy,” but he enjoyed life which was all that mattered, and his apartment explained it all. He had various artifacts and “treasures” he and his brother Nathan Drake had found on their adventures together displayed amongst almost every corner of his home, it was practically a museum. Books also littered almost every available surface and table except for the kitchen and dining room. He pulled out his steel lighter and lit a cigarette, tilting his head back on the cushions and puffing smoke towards the ceiling. Seconds later his phone lit up with a message from you.
{Sammm! I’m sorry but as much as I would like to go to the party with you, my parents are visiting so I can’t :( Love you lotsssss! Mwah}
Sam took another inhale before he put out his cigarette in the ashtray on the end table then grabbed his phone to answer you back with a sigh.
{Don’t be sorry babe. And tell ya parents I said hello.}
Your phone buzzed next to you on the couch, where you were sitting between Yeri and Elena.
“See, he’s not mad, and plus he’ll never find out unless you tell him,” Yeri nudged you.
“But I feel bad for lying to him, and going to a party without him…” you replied with a frown.
“You’re fine, he’s your boyfriend, the girls gotta have their own night out sometimes ya’know? No guys or anythin,” Yeri chuckled in response and squeezed your cheek as you inhaled hesitantly.
“You’re awful Yeri,” Elena shook her head and laughed, “I only told Nate I only wanted to have a girls night out at the party, so he’s going with the guys.”
The next three hours before the party spent helping each other choose your outfits and doing makeup went by fast for the three of you. Soon enough, all of you were in the taxi, heading to the party. Guilt still lingered in your chest as you guys got out of the car.
Yeri furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, “Who the hell throws a party in a basement.”
Elena chuckled, “The one and only Jackson Wang,” her arms exaggerating her words making the three of you laugh out loud together.
As you made it to the door you all followed the signs down a darkly lit hallways which led to a flight of stairs you guys took down before emerging to the basement. No one could have ever have guessed from the outside of the building that there was a party going on in the basement. The whole perimeter and area of the place was crowded with bodies dancing and getting drunk. In the middle of the place was a huge fountain of alcohol of some kind, with people hanging around it getting rounds of drinks from it. Yeri was already heading towards it. Before you could catch up to it, someone bumped into you and a group of people walked past in front of you, blocking your way and ultimately losing where Yeri went, and Elena was well… already with Nate making out near one of the walls. Ten came up behind you and put a hand over your eyes, whispering in your ear, “guess who,” with a smirk.
“Tennn,” you groaned in exaggeration.
He laughed and you turned around and hugged him.
“Not much of a party-animal myself you know me, but I have to say Jackson’s party is one hell of a party I gotta say so for myself,” he practically yelled over the loudness of people chattering and the booming music. His arm hung lazily around your shoulder. To the naked eye, you two didn’t look too alike when in reality you were siblings.
“Y’know…” he smirked deviously.
You pointed your finger at him and chortled, “Oh no no no, this is gonna be bad.”
“I was thinking of setting up Rafe with Yeri.”
“Rafe? Rafe Adler? You- You must be drunk Ten,” you guffawed.
“I’m serious. But I haven’t even finished my first drink yet, whatever Wang’s got in the fountain thinga ma jig over there is definitely strong though, here try my drink,” Ten handed you his plastic cup. You took a gulp of the alcohol.
“Henny,” You said nonchalantly.
“Party-animal.”
You nudged Ten in the ribs making him throw his hand over his rib pretending to be in pain.
“I need to get myself a cup of that,” you stated to Ten, “And you’re coming with me, cause NO WAY IN HELL am I walking through this by myself.”
He chuckled and let you drag him by the arm. As you came up to the “alcohol fountain” you grabbed a cup and put it under the waterfall-like flow of alcohol, Ten refilling his cup after you, then you both settled in the open enough spot. You immediately took a huge swig from the cup of Henny.
“Woah there cowgirl~” Ten hollered to you.
“Seems as though Yeri is already setting herself up with Rafe,” You pointed out.
Ten guffawed. He looked at your distracted face, he couldn’t help but love you, in a brotherly way. Your eyes seemed to hold the universe in them, and it made him happy to that you had found Sam, someone to take care of you, but Ten would always remain a steady and reliable shoulder to lean on whenever you needed him, as a brother should. The alcohol was already starting to get to you, your cheeks had a visible rosy pink to it. And you giggled a bit too much at everything said—which Ten wasn’t complaining about.
“So, how’s Sam?”
You stopped giggling and looked up into his eyes like a child.
Ten smiled and looked at you expectantly for an answer, “hm?”
“He’s fine, he’s just been really busy and couldn’t come along,” You tried to say casually, avoiding his eyes.
Ten exhaled, “hm.”
He took another sip of the Henny, before he searched for something in his pocket before pulling out a vape and taking a hit, letting the vapor slowly come down onto your face.
“I dunno how you use those Ten, Cigs are so much better.”
“Since when have you smoked sis?” He questioned.
“I only light a cigarette when I’m stressed or for special occasions such as…” you paused and coolly pulled out a pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and lighting it, blowing the smoke in his face jokingly, then completing your sentence “this.”
Ten laughed, “guess you are more grown up than I thought.”
His demeanor shifted as he took another hit of his vape, “but I do know when you lie.”
“What— I smoke— what makes you think-“
Ten cut you off, “no no, not about that, about Sam.”
You blinked in confusion, your head slightly tilted.
“I literally came to the party with him and Taeyong and Doyoung”
You turned your head away and muttered, “shit..” under your breath.
“Ten.” You pointed your finger at him, “you better not tell him I’m here. I’ll-I’ll hook you up with Wendy if you promise not to.”
“Hmm, tempting offer… I don’t know, should I do what my sister says or be a good friend?”
You hated when Ten did this, when he teased you. You groaned before stamping off away from him, leaving him there with a lazy smile.
You found yourself sitting on an open space on a couch, your arms crossed, and taking continuous sips of your drink. Soon enough, Elena came to sit next to you, she was clearly drunk and passed out seconds later. Nate following up after to find his drunk fiancé on the couch next to you, saying a quick “hi” to acknowledge you before he lifted her up to probably take her home.
Jackson Wang, the host of the party made an appearance on the couch you were sitting at. He put his feet up on the coffee table which was littered with cups, cigarette butts, and spilt alcohol and other substances. He flicked his head around, observing the surroundings of his party. He took a huff of his cigarette before he tossed it onto the table. It was easy to admit that he had a weird persona and style to him. He was wearing a black bathrobe with pants and a shirt underneath, which obviously wasn’t “typical” party attire. He sported black loafers and his hair appeared fried, probably from abusing his hair with hair dyes and other hair products. And if he couldn’t get even more strange, he had weird black eye makeup that was smeared— or maybe that was just the style.
“Heard you weren’t supposed to be here— well “theoretically,”” Jackson Wang said to you randomly putting air quotations around the word, “See with me, anyone can come to my parties, they’re just for a good time. Which everyone seems to agree come along the lines of alcohol, sex, music, and making out.”
You grinned awkwardly to appear like you weren’t clueless about what he was on about.
Jackson Wang then continued, “But my point is that you aren’t supposed to be here in means of that they don’t know you’re here, am I right?”
You hesitated before you slowly nodded.
“See, I think it’s best that you stop stressin’ and just enjoy yourself here, and if you run into em’, you got a whole ‘audience here’ that you’ll be alright,” he monologued with his arms spread wide.
“Now I think it’s best I go pump up this party, we’re only halfway through before I start kicking people out.”
He let out a scratchy maniacal laugh before getting up, but he turned on his heel and said, “oh, and don’t forget, there’s no party like a Jackson Wang Party” and disappeared into the crowd. You sat there and thought to yourself for a few minutes, before coming to the conclusion that you should enjoy yourself and so be it if your boyfriend sees you at the party.
You got up and made your way through the crowd to the makeshift bar counter which was near the wall. When you sat down at an empty seat, you realized you had sat next to Yeri.
“Well hello there Miss y/n.” Yeri said cheerfully.
You smiled and shouted over the loud music and partiers, “Why don’t we drink and dance our souls off?”
“Sounds like a great idea!”
You gestured to the so-called bartender who you were surprised to see was Dr.Wilson, “two hennesy blacks!”
And while he was making the drinks you asked him, “does your wife know you’re here? And-and what about hospital duty, this is the last place I’d expect to see you.”
“House dragged me in here, and no, my wife does not know,” he sighed.
Wilson then set down the two drinks without a word and went off to make other drinks. Seconds later, Yeri and you were chugging your Henny’s and giggling.
In less than five minutes, the two of you were stumbling to the dance floor, holding hands and getting lost in the music and laughing together, drunk out of your mind. Drunk-Dazed started to play and you and Yeri danced even harder, spinning each other, and even drunkly slow-dancing amongst the dense crowd of other people. At one point, you noticed Ten and Wendy dancing together, then they disappeared. After hours went by, you found yourself needing to go to the bathroom. On your way back from the bathroom, you made your way through the crowd to Yeri, mumbling ‘sorries’ and “excuse me’s”. When you were just about six feet from Yeri, you bumped into someone’s chest, causing you to stumble back a couple inches, but their hand snaked around your waist to steady you. It was rock hard you thought to yourself and you grabbed your nose drunkly thinking it was broken. Towering over you, you looked up at the person’s face you had bumped into, preparing yourself to utter something along the lines of “my bad” or “excuse me,” but stopped when you realized who was looking back down at you, making you gasp out loud and all the noise around you wasn’t so loud anymore. It was Sam. Sam Drake, your boyfriend.
“Something on your mind, dear?” Sam asked with an insouciant voice.
Although he may have sounded normal, you knew you were in trouble. You stuttered badly trying to get something out or an excuse, but you know you were caught red-handed.
His facial expression then changed to one of dissatisfaction as he sternly commanded you, “Car. Now.”
You gulped, slowly walking in the direction of the door, his hand splayed across the back of your waist as you did so. Sam was silent as he guided you to his car; you wished he would at least say one word.
He opened the passenger door, in which you got in, the door slamming following soon after. He got in on the drivers side and started the engine. The leather was cold against your thighs. As he pulled out of the gravel parking area, his hand found purchase on your thigh, slowly traveling up your thigh to the edge of your panties.
“Just panties under this dinky little skirt? What a slut,” Sam grunted out, his eyes still on the road.
You didn’t respond, but heat pooled in your core at the name. Soon enough he was pulling your underwear to the side with a finger and sliding a single digit in your cunt which made you moan. The coldness of his metal rings against your skin caused you to gasp as he worked his fingers inside you, you felt it wasn’t fair that you were the only one being all worked up so easily you made an attempt to put your hand over his crotch.
“Ah, Ah,” he said in condescending tone, making your hand go back to just grab on the armrest.
Eventually he had two fingers harshly fucking you open, and making you a whimpering mess. You felt the coil-like feeling winding inside you wanting to be able to release already. Sam knew your body too well so of course he knew you were close without you even having to tell him. Your cunt clenched around his fingers as he began fucking them into you faster and faster. Right when you were about to come, he removed his fingers from you all together.
“no, no, no— why’d you do that-“ you whined.
He chuckled darkly as he made a turn, his hand filled with your arousal dipping in his mouth as he sucked them clean and returned his hand to the steering wheel. The rest of the ride home was quick and silent but felt like forever as you felt embarrassed and empty. You pushed your thighs together to try to get the smallest amount of friction on your clit for some relief.
As Sam pulled into the driveway and turned the car off, you both got out and walked up to his apartment, your arms crossed in disappointment about what had happened in the car. As he unlocked the door without a word, he stood aside to let you in first. When you both went in he closed the door and immediately trapped you with his arms against the door, making you feel small.
“Now why lie to me when you could of just told me?” Sam said into your ear as he tsked.
“Yer-Yeri had convinced me to lie to you because she wanted a girls-only n-night sir.” You said quietly, avoiding his eyes.
“Mmm, so you didn’t want your boyfriend around at a party with you? And you lied to me saying you’d be busy visiting with your parents, when in reality you were sneaking off to a party. Ohhh, you’re really in trouble.” Sam purred against your ear.
You nodded, you knew there was no way out of this, and after all it was your fault.
He tilted your chin up with his big hand to look in your eyes before his raspy voice said, “if you wanna come tonight you’re gonna have to work for it.”
Sam’s lips crashed onto yours before you could even process what he said, but your lips moulded to his as you clung to his shirt with your hands. He slid your top over your head before tossing it somewhere in the hallway.
He lifted you up, his lips finding yours again as he carried you to the nearest surface which happened to be a countertop in his kitchen, you hissed when the cold marble came in contact with your bare skin. He flipped you over onto your stomach against the surface, his body against your back keeping you from moving. He grazed his teeth along your right shoulder, kissing his way to your neck, sucking and leaving a mark on your nape. He then traveled down your body, his warm breath fanning against your spine, then he undid your bra clasp with just his teeth. He took an agonizingly long amount of time nipping and kissing your upper body. His hands then came down to your hips, tapping them.
“I think these need to come off now baby,” he said.
Sam then ran his hand up the side of your skirt reaching the zipper and unzipping it and letting it fall on the tile. He pulled the elastic waistband of your panties letting it snap back onto your skin making it sting a tiny bit causing you to gasp eliciting chuckles from Sam. He tore them off of you unexpectedly, bring them to his nose and sniffing your panties.
You turned your head to the side slightly to get a glimpse of what he was doing before mumbling, “perv.”
He smacked your ass with his hand, making you bite down on your lip.
“Says the one who can’t stop ogling my arms,” Sam said in response.
“Oh shut up.”
He then smacked your left ass cheek. You knew that one would be red in the morning.
“Babygirl, I don’t think you’re in much of a position to be talking like that to me right now, don’t you think?” He smirked against your ear, nipping at the top of it.
Sam tore you off the counter with one arm and shoved you to your knees. Your bare cunt against the cold tile kitchen floor made you you flinch.
He walked behind you grabbing his belt and wrapping it around your wrists behind your back making you unable to move them. He pulled out a stool from the credenza and placed it in front of you then sat on it put his foot out to you, he was wearing black loafers which undeniably made him look even more sexy; leather accentuated his sexiness in general. Come here, you used your knees to inch closer to him. Sam then shoved his foot underneath your cunt making you squeak at the contact.
“Hump my shoe.”
Your jaw went slack in shock.
“S-Sam..”
“Was it a question?” He shouted.
You took a moment before you started to move slowly. You felt so humiliated already, and you wanted to cry, but it somehow turned you on in a way.
“Come on, faster. Like you’re desperate,” Sam commanded.
You obeyed, his shoe collecting your slick on the leather surface. As you moved faster against his shoe, you felt the pleasure begin to barely build up within you. He shoved you off, making you feel deprived the second time this night. He lifted you up with a grunt then walked to the bedroom dropping you onto the soft blankets on top of the bed.
“Dirty girl. Willing to do anything for a bit of pleasure,” He laughed mockingly at you, making your face red with embarrassment.
“Come on, ass up whore,” he said as he gestured with his hands.
You flipped over on your stomach trying your best to get on your knees without being able to use your hands which were still tied behind your back. Sam then plunged his finger into your asshole causing you to let out a high-pitch moan. He didn’t spare a single second as he continuously fucked your ass with his fingers at a mind-blowing pace. You squirmed uncontrollably, moans and whines falling from your lips, and tears started to brim your eyes.
“P-Please—it-it’s too much Sam.”
“Awww, my pretty girl is already so dumb from just a bit of fingering,” Sam mocked.
He removed his fingers and took his shirt off and slid his jeans off along with his shoes, leaving him in only his boxers. He reached into the drawer of his nightstand to grab a condom setting it down next to your head.
Sam flipped you over to where you could finally see him.
You whined out incoherently, “p-please wanna t-touch you S-Sam.”
“Pathetic,” Sam said under his breath, audible enough for you to hear and whimper. He knew how much you loved to touch his toned chest and abs and his shoulders— god, you couldn’t get enough of his shoulders, and you loved when he wrapped his bicep around your neck practically choking you.
He pretended to ponder about whether or not he should let you before saying, “I guess you’ve done a bit to be untied, but don’t get all cocky and think you deserve it now.”
You giggled with joy pathetically when he undid the belt around your hands. Your hands immediately rubbing up the expanse of his chest and abs.
He ripped the condom packet open with his teeth and slid it up his length. He then spread your legs wider with his hands and teased his tip up and down your slit collecting your arousal against his length. He then slid into your cunt making you moan.
“Such a sweet pussy for me huh?” Sam spoke.
You could only whine and nod in response, desperate to please him. He began to thrust inside of you, his pace unforgiving.
You closed your eyes, the pleasure taking over you. Sam loved to see you like this, you were in your own euphoria. Although he loved this sight in front of him, he wanted your eyes on him.
“Baby…” he purred, his eyes dark, “look at how deep I am in you.”
You steadied yourself on your elbows and looked down to the lower part of your belly that held a visible bulge of his cock moving inside you, making you moan at the sight. You could tell he was getting close do to the loss of pace and you yourself were beginning to also.
“You wanna come now baby?” He asked.
You nodded vigorously in response.
“Words baby, Words,” he cooed.
“Yes sir.”
“Then beg for it if you really want to,” Sam said before pulling completely out, leaving you empty.
“Sam— please, please, please, I wanna come so bad, wanna come on your cock, please I’ll b-be so so g-good for you s-sir,” you cried out and begged, tears streaming down your cheeks and your pretty, puffy lips. Oh how Sam loved seeing you like this.
“How can I deny when you ask so nicely?”
He slammed back into your drenched pussy, thrusting hard, and before you knew it Sam said, “Come for me baby.” Which made you release, your orgasm flooding your whole entire body and shaking as you came down, Sam releasing inside the condom shortly after you. He held you close to him as you both came down. There was one thing that was different that usual, you felt a bit more soaked than usual.
Sam Chuckled amused, “look at this y/n, you squirted.”
You blushed embarrassed and covered your face.
“Hey, nuh-uh, there’s no hiding from me, I wanna see all of you. You don’t have to be embarrassed baby, I find it incredibly sexy that you squirted all over me,” Sam said sweetly as he pried your hands away from your face with ease and littered kisses all over your face and eventually kissing your lips slowly with passion.
“Now how about I get a nice bath running for the two of us?” Sam suggested.
You nodded with a soft smile. Sam kissed your forehead then left to go start the bath.
The two of you settled in the warm water of the bath, your head against his chest as he settled against the side of the tub his, arm rested past the edge and holding a cigarette in between his fingers. His other hand caressed your damp hair. No words were needed in a moment like this.
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Ten’s phone buzzed on the floor next to the bed. He groaned as he blindly reached for it. Looking to see who was calling him at this time in the morning. He swiped the button to answer.
“What is it sis..” he said half asleep, massaging his temples to ease his foggy brain.
“Jus’ calling to check on you making sure you got home from the party y’know,” you said in a somewhat joyful, calm tone.
Ten raised his eyebrow, “somethings up, because normally you don’t do this. What’s got you in such a good mood huh?”
“W-What??? Nah I’m just chilling,” you stood in the kitchen and squeaked in surprise when a pair of big arms wrapped around you from behind you.
“What was that? Are you with Sam?” Ten asked, flipping over in bed to find Wendy still sleeping peacefully.
“No, I’m-“
You were interrupted by Sam saying into the phone, “yes, she is as a matter of fact with me, in my house, and she had some game-changing sex last night, so also another yes to your probable next question of ‘is he taking good care of you’.”
Ten chuckled into the phone, “seems like we all had some sex last night.”
Sam replied with a, “well, a win is a win.”
“Aight well, I’d like to continue talking to my sis man.”
“Ten hello?” You said when you received your phone back.
“My god sis… you aren’t gonna believe who I’m in bed with right now…”
“Oh my god Ten, who?” you rolled your eyes.
“Wendy!”
“Now how in the world did you manage that?” You questioned.
“Well, House kind of accidentally locked us in this pantry-like space behind the bar, so we both kind of drunk a bunch of the alcohol back there and talked until someone would find us but then we eventually got drunk and I confessed my long-time feelings for her, then we made out and stuff until Jackson Wang budged into the pantry and scared us out so me and Wendy went to this nice hotel and well you know the rest sis..” Ten went on.
Maybe it was the Henny…