This one is a Sammy Imagine. I hope you guys like it. 😄
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summary: sam's been unfaithful to y/n, she knows this. she hasn't found the heart to leave him, until now. quick warning that there is smut in this so if you are not comfy w/ that then please don't read thank you!! word count: 2889.
Y/N stands in the kitchen of her and Sam's shared apartment, absentmindedly cutting an apple. Her eyes glance over at the clock that hangs on their pastel coloured wall, and it reads 12:56 AM. A quiet sigh escapes her mouth upon realization that Sam still hasn't come home. She wasn't an idiot. She knew what was going on, she knew full well what he had been doing all of these past late nights and it was eating her from the inside out.
Perhaps she'd be scolded for feeling this way, but her heart belonged to Sam and only Sam; despite his heart not fully belonging to her. She knew that others would "tsk" at her for being so stupid and sticking around with him, but her heart was weighing heavy in her chest and she couldn't find the strength to walk out that door. Y/N knew that eventually she would need to gather up that strength and walk out because he was slowly breaking her to pieces; however, she just didn't have that strength right now.
As she continues to cut into the apple at a sluggish rate, she hears the door of their apartment push open quietly. She hears the door close behind him, and she hears his quiet footsteps trailing towards the kitchen. Sam immediately spots Y/N behind the kitchen counter, but she refuses to lift her gaze to meet him.
"Babe, you're still up," he says, slightly surprised. She nods in response, finishing cutting her apple and sliding the pieces onto a plate. Sam walks over to her, pulling her into him as he slides his arms around her waist. He places a tender kiss to her cheek, and her heart clenches. Y/N immediately stiffens when she smells the lasting perfume that lingers on Sam's shirt. In that moment, her mind blurs. She can think of nothing other than that smell; it's swirling around her and she feels as if she's ready to pass out.
Sam notices how tense she is and immediately lets go, glancing at her with a worried expression. "Are you alright Y/N?" he asks. It takes her a few moments to compose herself, but she responds, "yes, I'm fine. I just couldn't fall asleep so I thought I'd watch some TV and have a little late night snack."
He nods at her with a soft smile, and she can't help but smile back at him. Often times, she catches glimpses of the old Sam and she falls into memories of their once perfect relationship. She doesn't know where things went wrong, but she desperately wishes that they had stayed the same.
Y/N grabs the plate, walking herself out to their living room area, plopping herself on the couch and turning on the television. After changing, Sam joins her on the couch. He's clad in a fresh, loose t-shirt and sweats that hang loosely off of his hips. Truthfully, they hadn't been intimate in quite some time. But that had only been because Sam had been away on tour for so long, and when he came back, he came back smelling like another girl. She couldn't even give him a kiss without thinking about him with someone else. But she put on her brave face anyways.
The low buzz of the television sits in the silence between them. Y/N tilts her head to the side and glances at him. Her eyes trail over his face, his defined features. She watches as he tugs his lower lip between his pearly white teeth - a nervous habit of his. She watches as he taps his fingers on his thigh, and she can't help but feel as though she knows him so well. She knows him like the back of her hand, and he knows her just as well. The two of them had been in the most picturesque relationships possible, but that all came tumbling down when Sam's desires were enough to overpower that relationship.
Suddenly, Y/N's hit with an overwhelming wave of pain. She realizes how little their relationship must've meant to him if he was able to throw it all away for one night of pleasure.
She knows what she needs to do. She knows that she needs to leave him. But before she does that, she needs him. She needs him one last time to reassure her that their entire relationship wasn't a lie. She needs to feel him against her, and feel his love one final time. So Y/N pushes the thought that he was just with another girl to the farthest corner of her mind and crawls over to him, moving to straddle his lap. He immediately looks up at her with a surprised expression. She leans down, and places a kiss to his neck, in his absolute favourite spot and she relishes in the sound of his low groan.
"Y/N," her name comes out of his mouth in a shaky tone. "What are you doing?" he murmurs, his hands moving to grip her waist. She doesn't reply, instead, she continues to kiss his neck. She sucks, and licks over the now red spot, until she's left a mark. She wants to leave a mark on him, even if it is temporary. Y/N kisses back up his neck, stopping to pepper kisses along his jawline before finally urgently pressing her lips to his. The kiss is passionate, it's raw and it's real. She feels the purest connection when they're kissing, and it silently breaks her heart because she knows these will be her last few moments with him.
Sam darts his tongue out and licks a line along her lower lip, begging her for entrance. She immediately grants it to him, and their tongues dance with each other in a passionate, focused routine. Y/N grinds her hips down onto Sam, and he groans into her mouth, his hands tightening their grip around her waist. She continues to grind down onto him until she feels him harden beneath her. Y/N pulls away from the kiss, breathless, gasping for air, and Sam immediately takes this opportunity to gently push her back down onto the couch.
Y/N's back hits the couch, and she tilts her head up to stare at Sam's now lust-filled eyes. His usual hazel, green tinted eyes are now dark, filled with pure lust and passion. She finds herself getting aroused at the pure sight of this. Sam hovers over her body, his hands trailing up her thigh, leaving goosebumps. The continue to trail up her body, before stopping at the hem of her shirt. He fists the soft material in his hands, before yanking it upwards. Y/N pulls the rest of it off of her body, tossing it to the side. Her chest heaves with anticipation as Sam leans down to press a trail of kisses along her collarbone.
His hands move up and down the sides of her torso as he tenderly presses kisses to every inch of her upper body. He's passionate with his kisses, and he takes every chance to stare up into her eyes. Y/N's breathing becomes heavy as he moves one hand to her breast, squeezing gently whereas his kisses have trailed lower, stopping at the waistband of her shorts.
"Sam," Y/N moans out. Sam savors the sound of his name coming from her mouth in a moan. He loves the way that she says his name, and the way it comes out in a heavy pant. Sam loves everything about this girl; he can't even begin to fathom hurting her, but he knows he's done wrong. He pushes those thoughts away as he moves his hands to skillfully unbutton her jean shorts, sliding them off of her legs. Y/N immediately lunges forward, pulling him up towards her by his shirt. She presses her lips to his once more, one hand moving to lace into his hair while the other clenches itself around the material of his shirt.
The kiss becomes heated within seconds, and she finds herself reaching down to the hem of his shirt, pulling it upwards in a desperate attempt to get the fabric off of his body. Sam takes the hint quickly, pulling the shirt off of his body. Sam then quickly slides his hand underneath her back, unclasping her bra and pulling it from her body. He takes a few moments to admire her body; he's in awe of her heaving chest, moving and dropping with every pant that comes out of Y/N's mouth. Y/N, though flattered at Sam's actions, is in desperate need for him. So she reaches forward, pulling at the waistband of his sweatpants. Sam kicks them off of his legs in a hurry, along with his boxers. He then moves to run a sole finger along the hem of her underwear, causing a shiver to run down her spine. He hooks his fingers into her underwear, slowly pulling them down her legs. Sam inwardly groans at the sight of her glistening core.
Sam reaches towards their coffee table, his hand searching around for his wallet that the tossed onto the table upon arrival. He grabs his wallet in a hurry, pulling out a condom from the inside of it. Y/N feels her heart drop into her stomach at this sight. He's been keeping condoms in his wallet, at his disposal, and that thought alone is able to bring tears to Y/N's eyes; however, she holds it in. She tries to ignore this fact, and she hides her immediate sadness as he rolls the condom over his hard length.
Sam moves to hover over her once more, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her slightly swollen lips before moving to press a kiss to her neck.
"Are you ready babe?" he murmurs against her soft skin. Y/N simply nods, and within moments feels his length slowly fill her. A loud moan escapes her lips as she tosses her head backwards onto the throw pillow of their couch. Her hand immediately moves up to grab onto the bulging bicep of the arm that's placed by her head. Sam groans at the feel of her around him, relishing in the moment. It's been so long, and he wants nothing but to feel as close to her as possible.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he hisses, his thrusts gradually become faster. Sam moves one hand to grip onto her waist, keeping his other hand rested near her head in order to support himself. His grip on her waist tightens in the slightest, and groans fall from his lips continuously, notifying Y/N that Sam was already close.
Sam slams into her relentlessly; there's a raw sort of passion to this, and Y/N savors every moment of it. She savors the sight of his eyes screwed tight in pleasure, and how his mouth is hanging open, his breathing heavy. She savors every sound of a groan and curse word that comes out of his mouth, and savors the feel of him. She knows this will be the last time, and she wants to simply savor it all.
"Sam I'm so close," her voice comes out shaky, and he immediately picks up his pace, causing her to almost cry out in complete pleasure. She feels her orgasm building within her, and at the sight of Sam's eyes shut tight and his death grip on her waist, she knows he's close too. Y/N's fingernails dug into the arm that her petite hand was wrapped around, and Sam leans down to press sloppy kisses to her neck, sucking and licking away at the soft skin exposed to him.
Her moans become louder and her nails dig deeper into him as she feels her orgasm washing over her body. Her head has fallen back onto the throw pillow completely, and her eyes shut at the pleasure. Y/N's breathing comes out in pants, that cause her chest to heave up and down and the most seductive moans fall from her lips. Sam comes undone at the sight of Y/N falling into her orgasm. His thrusts slow down and become sloppy as he reaches his climax, letting a final groan fall from his lips before collapsing on top of Y/N. But he immediately rolls to the side, though their couch is small, he's able to pull her body into his. They lie there perfectly still, catching their breaths and coming down from their highs.
Sam stares into Y/N's eyes, and a small smile falls over his lips. She bites down on her lower lip, and fights the urge to break into sobs. It's over. That was it. That was the one last time that she'd have with Sam and that thought was breaking her heart.
"I love you so much," Sam murmurs quietly, before slowly fluttering his eyes closed. She can't find the strength to say it back to him. Despite loving him with every ounce in her, she can't say it. She knows that if she lets those three little words fall from her mouth, then she won't have the strength to leave. So she stays quiet, her fingers drawing mindless patterns on his chest as Sam's breathing slows and steadies out. Y/N waits until she knows he's completely asleep, before pulling his arm off of her waist and crawling out from his embrace. Y/N searches around for her articles of clothing that had been strewn across the room, throwing them on carelessly before rushing towards their shared bedroom.
The next few moments are a complete blur to her. The world becomes blurred as tears prick at her eyes. She kneels down and reaches under the bed, pulling out her suitcase and rushes to the closet. Y/N grabs everything that she can see is hers and shoves it carelessly into her suitcase. She knows that she can't possibly pick up all of her items, seeing as her entire life is here, but she needs most of her things. Y/N will eventually find the courage to come back and collect the rest, but for now, she settles on the few things that her shaking hands can grab.
Once finished, she exits the bedroom, and she silently curses the fact that the suitcase rolling against the hardwood floor is so loud. She prays that Sam won't wake up but when she enters the living room, he's slowly sitting up, rubbing his eyes. Sam quickly pulls on his sweatpants, and glances towards Y/N. His eyes land on her suitcase, and his expression immediately drops.
"What are you doing?" he asks bewildered as he slowly stands up. Y/N walks slowly towards him, stopping near the couch.
"I'm leaving," she murmurs quietly, wiping away at a few stray tears that fall from her eyes. The other few that escape her eyes, stain her rosy cheeks and Sam feels pain prick at his chest. He can't stand seeing her like this, the mere sight of her crying makes his chest cave forwards.
He can't process his words properly. Everything's starting to spin around him, and he feels his breathing become quick. "Why?"
"You know why," Y/N answers. Sam moves forward to her, placing his hand on her cheek and wipes away a few tears with his thumb. But she immediately pushes his hand away, taking a step backwards.
"I'm so sorry. Please stay," he begs, trying to take a step closer towards her; however, she holds up a hand to stop him. She shakes her head, tears continuing to fall from her eyes.
"I can't stay and you know that," her voice is shaky and her words come out rushed. She's a mess, and she knows it but she can't bring herself to care anymore.
"I can't lose you Y/N. I just can't," Sam says, his eyes beginning to water as well. Y/N looks away from him, dropping her gaze to the floor. She knows that if she catches sight of him breaking down, that she'll cave in and stay. But she can't stay. He's broken her heart time and time again, and she needs to leave. Staying would only leave her vulnerable to get hurt again, and at this point, she can't afford to get hurt once more.
"You should've loved me properly when you had the chance Sam," Y/N whispers, shaking her head once and wiping away at a few more tears before turning on her heel and walking towards the door. She hears Sam call from behind her, but she refuses to listen. Y/N blocks him out as she walks out on the love of her life. She had promised herself that that would be the last time, and she intended on keeping that promise.
