An imagine for scorpiabaddie
"Sam, you home?"
"Yeah, I'm here. Come on up." I make my way up to his room, and open the door to find Sam standing there, shirtless, and checking himself out in the mirror.
"What are you doing?" I stand in the doorway, checking him out, and biting my lip.
"Waiting for you. Where were you all day?"
"Having to hangout with my brother's friends." I drift off and he walks towards me, lust clouding his vision.
"Are you ready to go?" He asks, eyeing you as you were dressed in something very attractive to him; a Santa Carla crop top, short shorts, and combat boots.
"Yeah." And just like his older brother, the chivalry had obviously rubbed off on him, as he effortlessly lifted you onto the back of his motorcycle.
Boardwalk
You and Sam walk into the entrance and you catch a glance from David. Hopefully Sam didn't see the look he gave you.
"What's wrong?" He asks, his gaze darting behind you two.
"My brother and his friends are here, watching you."
"That guy is your brother?" He starts crumbling and you lean in to kiss him. He doesn't right away, but soon relaxes, and you two end up making out on the boardwalk. His hands grope your ass, making you moan out in pleasure and surprise.
"He's my friend's brother. Sorry for spooking you."
"Is that your brother?" He points to a small guy walking towards us, wearing a bomber jacket with patches.
"Yes, that'd be him."
"What are you doing, Sienna?"
"None of your business, little brother."
"Sienna..." he says in a warning tone.
"Fine. I'm out with my boyfriend, Sam. Please go away."
"Ooh, Sienna's got a boyfriend!" Paul laughs. I shoot him a look that could kill.
"Come on, I told you they'd be complete assholes about it." I drag Sam away and into an alleyway. He slams me up against the wall and demands me to show him what I am.
I vamp-out completely, and he tries to get away. I hold him tightly so he doesn't escape.
I tell him that I'd never hurt him in any way, and that sex will be more pleasurable for me.
He accepts me for who I am❤️❤️❤️❤️
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The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Requests open)
Fanfic"They're only noodles Michael. Tell me, how could a million Chinese people be wrong." Just a typical Imagines book. Requests are open, just pm me or comment. Can write smut.
