Sam & Colby x Reader [smut]

Part 4

'4:17 am'

"Guys, i'm not tired, how about you?" Sam turned to look towards you and Colby. Colby was fighting to stay awake, the meal he had devoured was hitting home.

"I'm still awake," you replied with a smile, gesturing towards his room.

He nodded and got up, leaving Colby to drift off to sleep on the couch, cuddled up with a pillow. You grabbed the blanket next to you and covered him with it, moving the open drink to the other side of the table in case he moved and spilt it.

You made your way, sitting onto his bed as he closed the door behind hm, his fingers playing with the lock unbeknownst to you before joining you. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you against him.

"Wanna play a game, Sam?" You smiled as you shook the deck of cards. You pulled out a white claw from the box on the floor and cracked it open.

Sam raised a brow, intrigued on what you had in mind. He took the drink from you and took a sip, before turning it and placing it on your lips. He tipped the container, filling your mouth with the alcohol before pulling it away, watching you swallow. "What kind of game?" he purred.

You looked down at the deck of cards and pondered, "How about... Black Jack?" you giggled.

He nodded, "okay... how about a thrill factor?" He ran a hand through his hair, sitting cross legged on the edge of the bed.

"As in?" You turned and mirrored his actions, starting to shuffle the deck of cards.

"How about....you take a shot if you lose and we use this," he shook a bottle of Hennessy.

"Hmm... how about that and maybe like..." you shook your head and tried to backtrack, "nah, nevermind." You laughed and picked at one of your nails, trying to avoid the thought in your mind.

"What is it?" Sam grabbed your hand to get to you to stop, looking into to your eyes.

You bit your lip before taking another sip of your drink to avoid responding. Placing down the can, you flicked your eyes to meet his again and felt the heat rising to your face again, your ears starting to turn bright red. "How about we also have to take off a piece of clothing - like strip poker?"

Sam laughed, thinking you were joking. His eyes found their way back to yours and noticed your blush. "Oh, you're being real," he nodded and took the cards from you. "I think we could make that work."

You giggled and gestured to the cards, allowing him to start. After a few rounds, you both were equally naked. Sam only had his boxers left, whilst you had your panties and bra left. A matching set: deep, royal purple with mushrooms.

"How about..." you looked down at your cards, a visible ace of spades, and your face down card, is a 5 of hearts: 15, or 5. You smiled as you were pretty sure you wouldn't bust, "Hit me."

"Do you really wanna do that?" He looked at you, the red of his face matching yours. You both have had 4 shots to this point. Not completely obliterated, but damn well tipsy.

"Lay it on me, baby" you breathed, your fingers crossed as you were feeling lucky.

The card he placed down was a 7 of clubs, perfect. "Hit me again," you demanded. You could have stayed, but you felt really good about this deal- which was probably just the alcohol, idiot.

Without hesitation, he dropped the card onto the table, grinning that shit-eating grin: a king. How the hell? "You lose, Y/N" his eyes fell to your attire, his tongue wetting his lips as he prepared to tell you to finish stripping.

"How about one more, and..." you noticed his eyes on your body, your stomach doing that fluttering feeling, "if I lose, i'll do anything you want...."

"No contest," his eyes met yours, shuffling the cards. "But prepare to lose, baby" he chirped, dealing out the cards. He started with a king of spades, staying as he flipped over his other card. A 9 of hearts, total of: 19.