This is Omaha Boy imagines or prefrences. Requests are now closed.
I write for Nate, Gilinsky, Johnson, and Sam.
I recently added Derek Luh and Swazz (John Swift).
But I still do ships. So just ask for a ship and ill get it done very soon.
"Come on in," Sam opened the door and have me his puppy grin.
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"Hey," I came in. Sam turned around and walked into the kitchen.
I followed him and sat my purse in the counter. Sam grabbed a bowl and pulled out some popcorn from the microwave.
I had worked with Sam before. I got the chance to sing back up for him a few times. We were cool with each other. But I was still a little surprised when he asked for me to come chill with him.
"Hey, can you get some drinks out of the fridge?" Sam asked. I nodded even though his back was to me.
I opened the refrigerator and looked for something to drink. I saw a bunch of left over and stuff but nothing to drink other than sauces.
Then I felt his hands on my waist. I clenched my teeth together as he rubbed my curves. I held my breath and then he reached to the top shelf to grab some butter.
"I'm going to put a little extra butter on the popcorn. By the way, there are drinks on the bottom shelf in the back," Sam said. He was standing super close to my side where his arms were shoved against me. I looked up and stared at him. He smirked and went back to the counter. I bent over and grabbed the drinks from the shelf.
I turned back around and briefly caught his gaze that was staring at my butt. I bit my lip and went into the living room where the movie was already set up.
Sam soon joined me and sat on the couch with me. He put the popcorn between us and started the movie. I sipped on my drink and watched. The movie was really long and my legs were starting to hurt.
I was trying to stretch my legs on the coffee table but it was too far away. Then Sam grabbed both of my feet and put it on his lap. He moved the empty popcorn bowl to the floor. I moved my body where I was leaning against the arm of the couch with my feet in his lap.
He was gently massaging my calves in his hands. It felt really good. I couldn't really concentrate on the movie anymore.
"Why am I here?" I asked him. Sam studied me for a minute before shrugging.
"Because I wanted to ask you something," he said. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.
"Go out with me?" Sam asked. I was already shaking my head "no".
I wanted to keep everything professional and not jeopardize my starting career.
"Please, you only have to pnce. If you don't have a good time then we can forget it happened and stay friends. If you do then we can go out again and maybe progress into something more. Just try once," Sam said.
