Imagines ✧ OGOC & Magcon | DISCONTINUED

S.W/N.M - Treat You Like A Princess/Part 2.

• Part two of I'll treat you like a princess.

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

Sam enters my room via the window, laughing as he almost falls due to catching his foot on the lock. I smile and pat the bed in front of me, I sit with my back resting on the headboard of my bed and my laptop to the side where I had been blogging on Tumblr.

"Wassup' baby girl? You miss me?" He asks, kicking off his shoes after closing the window.

"Yeah, everybody went to the movies, I said I was sick. You're lucky Samuel, Dad was going to stay behind to look after me." I giggle, he smiles and climbs up the bed, puckering his lips for a kiss.

I peck his awaiting lips quickly, teasingly, and laugh when he sighs. He cups the back of my head and pushes our lips together, sliding his tongue in as soon as he has the chance. I push him back by his chest and resume looking through Tumblr, a permanent blush on my face and a smile on my lips. He sits in front of me, watching me silently whilst stroking my exposed legs.

"You look really hot baby girl." He tells me, I peer up at him through my lashes and giggle.

"You look really hot too baby boy." I reply innocently, placing my laptop on my bedside table.

"Daddy to you, baby girl." He chuckles, biting his lip as his hands travel up to my thighs and massage them, gently.

"Sorry, Daddy." I wink, he groans and bites his lip.

He pulls my legs and spreads them so I lay on my back with my legs either side of his hips, he sits with his legs crossed and his hands on my hips. "I'm loving this sight right now." He smirks, leaning down to kiss me.

We've been together for 3 months, secretly of course. He asked me to be his girlfriend a week after he came for a movie night with me and Nate, I'm not sure how or when we're going to tell Nate.

I stare up at him when he pulls back and run my fingers through his hair. "I really want to but I'm just not ready." I whisper, he smiles and ducks down to kiss me again, as if to reassure me.

"Baby girl I'm not with you for sex, I really really like you, you're my first real girlfriend and I don't wanna fuck this up. I'm gonna wait, whether it takes weeks, months or even years," he whispers, biting my ear lobe. "That's why God gave us hands." He whispers, I gasp as my eyes widen and whack his arm.

"You can't say stuff like that Sammy." I giggle, he laughs.

"Why not baby girl? God gave you fingers too." He replies, my cheeks flush even redder to the point I cover my face with my hands.

"Because...you just can't." I tell him, my voice muffled from my hands.

"I can, I will and I have baby girl, all this is yours." He grins and grabs one of my hands to place it on his crotch. I gasp and try to pull away but he keeps it there and leans down to kiss my neck.

No, we have not had sex yet, not even seen each other naked - well, fully naked. Sammy is always walking around without a shirt in just his boxers after sleeping over.

I remain quiet, new to this relationship stuff, at least he has experience in the sex department. I have none.

But I'm 18, I need to start growing up. Mom and dad still treat me like a child.

"Let's play a game." He announces, pulling away, leaving me panting and wanting more, though I know we wouldn't get far. Yet.

"What game?" I ask, sitting up. He sits with his legs crossed and I sit on the back of my legs, smiling at him. There's space between us and I can tell by the way he's biting his lip and squeezing his hands together, he wants to get closer.

"For every question I get right, you take a piece of clothing off. For every question you get right, I take a piece of clothing off. Questions about each other like our favourite colour and shit," He grins, I bite my lip shyly. "You okay with that baby girl? I want to see you, we'll take it slow, I promise nothing will happen if you don't want it to." He says.

"Yeah, sure, you ask first." I tell him, squeezing my hands together nervously.

"Okay so, what's my favourite colour?" He chuckles.

"Red?" I ask, he nods. "Sammy I could say pink and you'd say yes just to take off clothes." I roll my eyes.

"No I wouldn't," he chuckles, grabbing the back of his shirt to lift it up over his head. It looked so effortless, it messed his hair up but he was sure to run his fingers through it once he was shirtless. I'd seen his toned chest and stomach many times before but seeing it now was in a new view, it felt intimate now he is my boyfriend. "Your turn baby girl."

"What's my favourite tv series?" I ask nervously, cursing myself mentally because I realised he knew it. We watch it every week.

"The Walking Dead, you're asking to undress aren't you?" He laughs, I blush and roll my eyes. Deciding not to follow his lead, I lay back and slide off my shorts first, I watch him bite his lip and watch me closely before placing my shorts to the side and sitting in my previous position.

He stares for a few seconds longer, lifting his hand up to bite his nails, I'm guessing to stop himself from touching me. "Sammy," I snap my fingers in front of his face, giggling. "Your turn."

"Wh-What's my favourite song?" He asks, slowly moving his eyes up to my eyes.

"Hmm, KK by Wiz Khalifa?" I question, unsure. It was at one point in the past but I don't know whether it had changed.

"I'll give you that, I haven't told you my new favourite song but I'll give you that," He chuckles, standing up off the bed to take off his sweats and sit back down.

I laugh at his Simpson's boxers. "Simpsons are cool." He defends, pouting as I laugh.

"Okay, what is my favourite song?" I ask, raising my eyebrow at him.

He thinks for a minute or two before snapping his fingers, a bright smile on his face as he thinks he remembers it. "ASAP Rocky and Lana Del Rey, Ridin'!" He tells me, confidently.

I groan and cover his face which makes him cheer. "Yes." I giggle, growing nervous, knowing I'm gonna be left in just my underwear in just a few seconds.

"I know you aren't comfortable yet so we'll leave it at underwear, you okay baby girl?" He asks, I nod and bite my lip as I cross my arms and reach for the hem of my t-shirt to pull it over my head. Whilst doing so, I feel both of his hands on my thighs, rubbing them with his thumb.

I push my t-shirt to the side with my shorts and sit there, flushed red in just my plain, blue panties and bra.

"Damn baby, you have the body of an angel." He mumbles, staring at my exposed body, I stare back at his.

"I don't know what to say to that, thanks I guess?" I giggle awkwardly, he laughs and clears the bed.

He pulls the corner of the comforter back and looks at me for signs of being uncomfortable with his actions whilst he slowly reaches to pick me up, bridal style.

He places me on the bed, lifts the comforter up so I can shuffle up before quickly locking my bedroom door and climbing in beside me, biting down a smile pulling at his lips.

"You're so beautiful baby girl." He whispers, twirling my hair around his index finger, his arm is trapped between my neck and the mattress, giving me better access to cuddle up to his side.

"Thank you Sammy," I blush. "You're uh, really handsome." I giggle.

"Oh trust me baby girl, I already know." He winks and kisses my temple.

"Cocky much?" I comment, he laughs.

"Sleep baby girl, I've locked the door so nobody is getting in here." He whispers, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

"Night Sam." I whisper, draping my arm over his stomach.

"Good night baby girl, sweet dreams."