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

♡ smut (danny) ♡

Requested by  Shinedownonme. And thank god because its been like seventeen hundred years since i've written anything about danny and i love some good old fashioned submissive smut.

"Danny, stop." You breathed as you writhed in your bed, moving your boyfriend's hand from travelling lower down your abdomen, only for him to move closer, spooning you.
"What?" He quietly laughed back, nudging your neck with his nose.
"I want to sleep. I have classes tomorrow." You explained, annoyed at his constant prodding.
"I know, and I'm trying to sleep too." He responded, a fake hint of innocence in his words.
You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking down at the man stretched out closely to you.
"No, you're trying to get laid. I'm trying to sleep, Daniel." 
His deep brown eyes met yours, and a smirk crept across his face, which was now blushing pink.
"I just need you, baby." He responded softly.

"No, Danny." You bluntly stated, your head returning back to your pillow.
"I was away from you for so long." He whined, pleading with you, his large hand sloping from the side of your waist to your hips.
You promptly removed it, and moved further away from Danny, who was needingly gazing at you.
"Yes," you replied, "and then you got back 5 weeks ago, and we had plenty of sex; so please, stop."

Danny sighed, raising his arm above his head.

You gazed down at him. He was so beautiful. His chistled physique, tanned skin, and thick long hair that framed his face perfectly.
And he was so needy for you. He was frustrated and tense for only you.
Groaning.
Writhing.
This angelic being needed you, his dark eyes caught on yours, begging.
How could you possibly tell him no?
Screw classes.

You ran your hand over his toned chest, feeling it rise and fall in rhythm.
"Well," you sighed, feeling his breathing become irregular, "maybe if you asked nicely."
Danny rolled on his side to face you.

"Please," he whispered.
"Mmmm." You responded, still tracing his body with your light fingertips. "I don't know. That's not very convincing, Daniel."

You began to lower your hands down his stomach toward his happy trail, brushing over it lightly with your fingertips.

"Please, baby." He asked, with a gasp as you traced the elastic of his boxers with your fingers.

"C'mon, Danny." You prodded, "Ask me."

You brought your hand over his boxers, under which his already hard cock was eagerly waiting to be set free. You dragged your hand over his clothed bulge, palming him.

"Fuck," he exhaled sharply, "Please!" He asked in a breathy moan as you palmed harder.

"Tsk tsk, Danny." You teased, your hand travelling under the waistline of his boxers.
"I said fucking beg," you commanded as you grabbed his shaft, lightly squeezing it. It was warm and full, every movement you made caused Danny to move into your hands, desiring nothing but release, groaning as you pumped him slowly and softly.

"Shittt," he moaned, "Please make me cum." 

You chuckled softly, "That's better, baby,"

You crawled on top him, straddling him between your thighs. You leaned down and began kiss his neck, leaving hickeys were you knew he was most sensitive.

"Baby, fuck-" he sighed as you began to rock back and forth over his cock, still kissing his neck.

"You're so... fucking... sensitive... Danny," you interjected between kisses, causing him to moan.

You trailed kisses down his neck, to his collarbones, to his chest, until you were hovering right over his hard member.

You hooked your hands around the elastic of his boxers and slowly pulled them down.
His pink member sprang up, already glistening with precum. You wrapped your hand around it, slowly moving your hand up and down around his thick cock and with the other you massaged his balls, making him throw his head back in pleasure.