Greta Van Fleet Preferences (plus the occasional oneshot/imagine/smut)

smut n° 3.2 - ♡ sam

you greta van sluts wanted a part two so-

^this whole interview tho 😭😭😂
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The ride home from the cafe was quiet. Sam seemed tense, almost upset.
"Samuel." I calmy said, putting my hand on his knee. I felt him tense up as I did.
"What?" He asked, gripping the wheel hard so that the veins in his hands and arms were clearly visible.
I removed my hand from him and crossed my arms.
"What's the matter with you?" I huffed.
"With me?" He sarcastically responded, "There's nothing wrong with me, babe."
"You're upset, Sammy." I sighed in frustration, bringing my hands to my hair.
"I'm not upset!" He began to raise his voice. "Should I be?"
"What? No! Sam, please just relax." I softly asked, resting my hand on his shoulder. He shrugged it off.

It seemed like hours before we got home. The tension in Sam's old subaru was thick and I just wanted space.
It seemed Sam did as well, because as soon as we got home, he shot up to our room and shut the door loudly.
I rolled my eyes, and threw myself down on the sofa, bringing my hands to cover my face.
"How could I be so stupid? Did I think Sam wouldn't be jealous of my ex boyfriend?", I wondered outloud. I decided to go and make things right with him.
I knocked on the door.
"What?" He yelled.
"Can I please come in, Sammy?" I asked, trying not to sound desparate.
I heard some noises and then the door clicked open.
He sighed, standing in the doorway, shirtless.
My eyes wandered over him, taking in his every feature.
"Eyes are up here, doll." He joked, pointing to his face.
"Sam." I sheepishly began, "I'm really sorry."
"For?" He tilted his face upward, looking down his nose at me.
"What happened earlier. My ex boyfriend. All of it"
He brought his face close to mine.
"Prove it."
He pulled me into our room and against a wall, passionately kissing me. Sam was never usually one for rough sex, unless he was desparate. I, for one, loved it when he became dominant and rough. It was like I was his drug and he was addicted.
"Sammy." I managed to breathe out while he was still kissing me. My hands found themselves on his chest, slowly wandering towards his pants.
"What do you think you're doing?" He demanded, grasping my wrists and holding them above my head. "I'm in charge now."
His lips rammed into mine again before letting go of my hands.
I put them behind my back to try and withstand the temptation to touch all over him.
His lips traveled down until his head hovered over my breasts. He looked up at me and smiled.
"I bet you want me to play with these." He mused. He brought his hand over my left breast, still clothed. He squeezed it harshly and unexpectedly, making me whimper.
"Did I say you could make noise?" He asked, placing his middle and fore finger lightly over my lips. I shook my head no. As soon as I did, he pushed his fingers into my mouth as I swirled my tongue around them.
He quickly unbuttoned the top I was wearing, and grabbed my left breast, rolling his fingers over my sensitive bud, pinching it at random.
He removed his hand from my mouth.
"Are you going to listen this time?" He lowly asked, standing up and looking down at me.
"Yes." I replied.
He chuckled, and grabbed my waist, threw me onto the bed.
"Jesus Christ, I've been away too long." He whispered as he completely stripped me.
He sat up and smiled with satisfaction for a moment before spreading my legs apart roughly.
"So fucking wet, every single time."
He placed a finger over my clit, causing my breath to hitch.
"I guess you like that, huh?" He laughed as he continued to move his fingers in small circles. My moans gradually filled the room. My head was thrown back and my eyes were shut.
I felt a hand clasp over my mouth.
"No, you're not coming." He said, moving away from me. He took off his shirt and pants, leaving him just in his boxers.
He brought his head to hover over my core, blowing on it. I writhed a little.
"So fucking eager."
He kissed my thigh before making his way down to my clit. His tongue drew circles on it. My moans got louder, signaling I was close.
He moved away when I was close to lay on his back.
"It's my turn, babygirl." He smiled, pulling me over him.
To be honest, I was sick and tired of being dominated. Now it was his turn.
I looked up at him, kissed his hard-on slowly, and licked a stripe through his thin underwear.
He threw back his head.
"Fuck, do something." He moaned. I ever so slowly pulled down the elastic band to tease him.
It 'accidentally' slipped, slapping back down over him, right on his cock.
"JesUS FUCK." He cried out as it did. I chuckled and slipped the underwear down his legs.
I grasped his dick and squeezed it a little before pumping it slowly.
I spat on him, and began to pump even slower.
"Faster." He moaned.
"No." I responded, stopping entirely, "You don't get to come. I do what I want. You come when I let you."
I began pumping him again, holding it tighter and going a little faster.
I licked a stripe up him and took his tip in my mouth, swirling my tongue over it. I began to suck him off, bobbing my head up and down.
"Fuck, baby that's so good." He groaned, entangling his fingers in my hair. I came up, making a popping noise as I did.
I grasped his hands and pulled them off of me.
"Sit on em." I told him.
"What?" He moaned, annoyed that I had stopped.
"If I couldn't touch you, you can't touch me. Sit on your fucking hands." I hissed.
He complied. I returned back over him, sucking and swirling my tongue on him.
"Don't I do this so well?" I lustfully asked as I came up for air.
"Shit." He moaned, bucking his hips, hitting the back of my throat.
I gagged a little, but soon his cock started to twitch. I came up again.
"Are you gonna come? I never said you could come." I reminded
him, "Not until we do this."
I straddled him, and slowly inserted him into me. It took me a little to adjust, but I began to roll my hips over him.
"Fuuuuck." He moaned again.
I began to roll my hips faster and faster, until I felt him twitch in me. I pulled myself off of him, and began to pump him with my hand.
"Can I come for fucks sake?" He breathlessly asked.
"Do you want to?" I cheekily replied.
"Yes, God, please let me fucking come." He was almost screaming.
"Then come on me, Sam. Please."
He almost immediately did, squirting onto my stomach.
"Sh--shit." He breathed out.
"Y'know what?" He unexpectedly said, "Fuck it."
He grabbed me by the waist, and straddled me over his face. His tongue worked wonders on me, making me quiver. I felt like I was going to melt.
"Sam, I- I"
I was interupted by him slapping my ass, making me squeal.
"Fuckfuckfuckkk." I whimpered out.
"Holy fuckiNG HELL!" I shouted as I came on him. I could feel his
shit-eating grin against me as I did.
He threw me down next to him, as I was still fathoming what happened.
"I guess I can forgive you." He smiled, leaning in to kiss me.

fuck it - I'm sending this as my college admissions essay