Sammy Wilk Imagines

Control*

Things with Sam aren't usually awkward, in fact, I don't think anything has ever been awkward with Sam until this car ride. And it's purely because he pissed me off and maybe I overreacted a little given the fact we were in public and now we're sort of just not talking. It's awkward but only because neither of us wants to talk first and we're stubborn as hell. "You didn't have to act that way, y'know?" Sam mutters into the silence of the car and I roll my eyes, looking out of the window to avoid looking at him. "I mean I didn't really do anything wrong. I just-"

"Didn't do anything wrong?!" I question with a disbelieving laugh. "Sam, how many times do I have to tell you? You don't own me; you can't be like that whenever I talk to someone you don't want me to." We've been over this before but never to the point where it actually resulted in an argument, if this is even what you can call an argument. "I don't mind you like showing me off or whatever you like to do but it's so fucking irritating when you don't give me space to talk to people. They're not going to take me from you, I don't understand why you do it."

"Because you're my girlfriend and you're beautiful and I know what guys think when they see a beautiful woman like you. It drives me mad because I know what they're thinking when they look at you and they're not allowed to think of you that way, baby." It's sweet, his intentions are sweet, I know that. But it's still completely uncalled for when in public. I don't need to be looked after and I don't need him there constantly keeping an eye on what's going on. There's a difference between protective and possessive and it seems Sam is becoming more of the latter. I can't deny that it makes me feel good though, to know that he cares that much. And maybe I could use it against him some day, I think to myself.

----------------------------------------------------------------

"I'm sorry about earlier, baby." Sam mutters as he approaches behind me, his hands gripping my waist from behind as he places a soft kiss on my neck. I sigh happily, leaning back into his touch but I know what this is. This is Sam's way of making sure that I'm over it because he wants something from me, and usually that thing is sex. I know him more than he thinks I do. "We're good, yeah?" He asks softly, his hands still on me and he moves himself even closer so his body is pressed against me. I make a conscious effort to push my ass back into him almost as a way to tease him because I already know where this is heading and I feel that he's already hard when I press against his crotch. Typical. Sam always seems to think that I'll be there as soon as he's horny, like everything happens on his terms but not this time.

I smirk to myself as I finally turn myself around to face him, our bodies pressed close together and our faces close enough for me to feel the heat of his breath resonating against my skin. "We're always good." I tell him, my voice in a hushed tone because there's no need to talk any louder when we're this close to each other. As a way to show him I mean it, I push my lips against his only lightly but he responds instantly, his lips catching mine and continuing the kiss hungrily. Hands now moving from my waist to my ass, grabbing it and pulling me close, his breath hitching as he grinds himself forcefully against him and obviously in his state, even the smallest friction causes some kind of pleasure. I place my hand onto his chest and push him backwards so that he falls in to the chair in front of the dressing table and immediately I sit on his lap, straddling my legs either side of him.

His mouth begins to kiss at my neck, hands on my ass and gripping tightly once more as I grind my hips into his and he's trying his best not to make a sound but I can feel him getting harder beneath me and oh my god, I feel in control which is something that I haven't felt like in this situation before and I definitely like it. I grip at the end of his shirt, gradually pulling it up over his body and once it's pulled up over his head, I let it drop to the floor. Sam begins to reciprocate the action, moving to take off my shirt also but that's not my plan just yet and given the fact I'm quite clearly in charge tonight, I shake my head, pulling his hands off of me before stepping off of him. Sam's expression is one of confusion as he looks up at me but he remains seated, good. I make a 'one minute' motion before moving to my wardrobe because I've suddenly gotten an idea and if I manage to pull this off, it'll be so fucking hot. When I find my silk bath robe, I pull the silk ribbon that ties it together from the loop holes before turning around, shooting a sideways smirk at Sam.