Sam Woolf Imagines

Imagine 1

*Note: This is probably the most detailed I will go on an imagine. Also note that "I", "my", or "me" is whoever is reading this.*

I kiss Sam on the lips. The sheets of our bed are tangled around us as we kiss slowly. My whole body is pushed against his and one hand is at his chest, while the other is clutching his shirt on his back, that same arm draped around his side. His arms are wrapped around me, his hands resting on my back as he pushes me against him.

At first he kissed me ever so slightly, his lips brushing mine. Then, agonizingly slow, but sure, he puts more into the kiss. This is what he almost always did, just to annoy me I'm sure. Sometimes I just wanted to go right into the kiss, but slow was always nice, too.

Sam parted his lips and slowly brushed his tongue against mine, sending shivers down my spine. We continued for a little bit, then Sam started kissing along my jaw and down my neck. That's when Sam whispered, "Y/N, are you obsessed with my chest or something? Cause you've been holding onto it pretty much this whole time."

I laugh, and say, "I've always wanted to lick it, actually."

This time Sam laughs, and moves his head to look into my eyes as he says, "Ok...well, then go ahead."

And so I start. I kiss his jawline as I push my hands up his back, pushing his shirt with it. I pause to take it off, then start kissing down his neck. I plant soft kisses on him, as I go down to his chest.

Then, instead of a kiss, I put my tongue on his chest. He gasps, and I smile but continue. I run my tongue around his chest, tasting the sweet yet salty and soft skin. I realized that he had abs, too, and so I kissed down to his abs, and put my tongue on those, too. He takes a deep breath in, and I smile even wider, knowing what this does to him. "Too much?" I ask, teasing him.

His voice is weak as he replies, "Nope, just a little ticklish. I like it, though."

"Me too." And so I continue, tasting his damn amazing abs which were very addicting. Like REALLY addicting. I'd be doing this again soon.

"Are you done yet? I'm getting bored up here all by myself. I need some time to taste you, too!"

I laugh at that, and mumble, "Fine," against his stomach. I kiss him all the way up to his jaw, then stop. It was his turn, anyway.

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