(Disclaimer: This imagine contains Sam pressuring the girl into sex, if you feel uncomfortable in any way, please skip this one.
I did not decide to write this, it was a request.)
"C'mon, babe. It's fun." Sam whispered as he continued kissing my neck. I didn't feel comfortable. But at the same time I did want to do it. "One time." His voice was husky and deep, which made me even more uncomfortable.
"Baby, do it for me. We've been together for so long now..."
"Five months is what you call long?" I asked him.
He nodded. "That's the longest time I've ever been a relationship in actually."
I harshly swallowed, feeling even more awkward now. "Baby, I promise you're going to have the time of your life if you just let me." Sam's hand was under my shirt now, as I felt him going up further I pushed his hand away.
"I don't think I'm ready..."
"C'mon, babe. Of course you are. You've been acting so fucking hot, I'm pretty sure you know what you do to me." He smirked while placing his hand back under my shirt.
I kept removing it, but he kept coming back. "I can prove that I'll give you the time of your life, baby. Just let me-"
"What the fuck don't you understand about 'I'm not ready'?" I said raising my voice a little.
"I don't want to do this. Why the hell do you keep pressuring me like this? I get that you're horny, but where is your respect?" I defended myself and I was happy I did.
No one was ever going to do this to me, no matter how much I loved him.
"I just wanted you to have a little fun! Since it's your first time, I wanted to make it special for you."
"Listen to yourself, you're bullshitting! My first time. You're going to be the first person I have sex with Sam, meanwhile you've been fucking like there's no damn tomorrow!"
"Baby, I just-"
"Save it. Can you please shut up for a second?"
"Listen, let me just fucking talk! I'm sorry okay? I didn't know you didn't want this-"
"I kept fucking saying that I'm not ready, is that so fucking hard to understand?" Our voices were competing in volume by now.
"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I was so caught up in the moment I didn't even notice that you said that." He suddenly said, a lot more softer now.
Sam continued. "I-I just thought you also wanted this since we've been teasing each other lately and I... I'm so sorry. I don't want you to be scared of me or something."
"I'm not... But please do understand the word 'stop'." He nodded and sighed. "That was really rude..."
"I know, I'm sorry." I harshly swallowed. "I'm really sorry for acting like such a horny dick. I don't want you to think I'm using you."
The thought didn't even come up in my mind. All I was thinking about was 'please don't go further'. "Next time we do this, can you please justask if I want this?" I was pretty bummed about this whole situation.
If I didn't stick up for myself, I practically would've been raped by my own fucking boyfriend...
He nodded quickly while intertwining our hands. "I don't want you to be scared or something like that. I'm so sorry."
"Stop apologizing. I get the message." I friendly smiled at him. "Can we just pretend like this never happened?"
Sam nodded once again. "So... Weather's nice today."
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