pairing: sam monroe x f!reader | word count: 939
warnings: making out, dry humping, love bites
a/n: crossposted from my ao3. happy reading! <3
“Sam, not here,” you groaned under your breath as Sam’s hands roamed all over your body, his fingers twisting your clothes in between. Class was about to kick off, the last thing you should’ve been doing was getting handsy in the corner of the hall. You could sense the judgemental stares you were receiving from fellow students miles away.
Your boyfriend knows exactly how to rile you up, where to touch you, what words to use when the tension gets heated. It was bewildering that he was a virgin— sexually and romantically, because he had the charisma and allure of a manwhore.
It’d be a lie if you said he didn’t know how to make you lose your mind.
Sam doesn’t say anything— instead, he slips his hand under the waistband of your jeans, and leaned in closer. His warm breath fanned your lips, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. He was so, so close. His fingers tease you, going deeper, tugging the waistband of your underwear.
“Yes, here.” He cuts you off before crashing his lips into yours, knowing what you were about to say. Your eyes widen, but instead of protesting you melt into the embrace. He whirls around so your back is pressed up against the wall. Your hands rove all over him, grabbing, trying not to lose your balance. The kisses are frantic, you’d let him do anything he’d desire at this moment.
You tilt your head back, giving him more access to your mouth. He gently nibbles on the bottom lip and you sigh in pleasure.
“God, I need you so badly,” Sam murmurs against your soft lips. His hand trails upward and grips your hip, eliciting a hiss from you.
“Sam,” you call his name, hoping he’ll listen and not try to cut you off this time.
He withdraws slightly from the embrace. “Yes, baby?” Your heavy breaths tangle, still reeling in from the adrenaline.
You gulp before continuing. “Class starts in two minutes.”
His expression remains unfaltered, only leaning closer to bump your nose with his. Then a near-devilish smile spreads across his face, your heart pounding at the view. “Then I will make sure these are the best two minutes of your life.” The tension hangs in the air before he reels in his lips back to yours, and they brush slightly before fully closing the distance. The sensation evokes a low groan from deep in your chest, and you grab onto his hair to steady yourself. You rub your core along the hardness of his bulge, the two of you’s moans synchronised.
You hadn’t even been making out for a plentiful amount of time, and he was already hard.
You tease at the entrance of his mouth with your tongue, searching for entry. He mewls and tugs you closer by your waist, pulling you completely flush against his chest. This, in turn, causes you to groan in his mouth with delight. He opens his mouth more, and you smile into the kiss.
Sam moans, mumbling a curse word into your mouth that you couldn’t quite make out. You feel his large hand move slightly up higher on your waist, his thumb sitting beneath your breasts. You arch your back slightly into his touch while he adjusts his hold on you.
“Oh, fuck,” you cry, your fingernails digging into his neck for support. Your breathing began to pick up as he rubbed his dick against your sensitive clit in a delicious manner.
Sam breaks the kiss and slides his lips down to your neck. He kisses you wetly there, barely containing his moans. His tongue trails toward your jawline and down to your neck and kisses you softly, sucking at your skin.
That was going to leave a mark.
“Oh fuck, Sam…” you moan softly.
“Does that feel nice, baby?” he asks with a smile as he peppers kisses all over your skin.
Your moans became more frantic, and your movements were getting erratic. God, you were getting close, so close—
Until the shrill, mechanical shriek brought you down from your high and back to reality.
Shit, you were going to be late for class.
You really didn’t want to drag yourself to that hellhole, but you have no other options. You retreat from Sam’s affection, much to his disdain when he cries out loud.
“Sam, the bell just rang for goodness sake.”
His eyes widen and he snatches his backpack off the floor before yanking your arm and rushing through the halls of the building. You nearly lost your balance in the flurry of the moment but you recomposed in just seconds. After about a minute of scurrying the lobby, you and Sam make it to class. Unfortunately, your delayed presence didn’t exclude unwanted attention from your fellow peers. Moreover the teacher.
The middle aged man sits up from the edge of his table and clears his throat. “Mr. Monroe, late. Again. I kindly request that next time, you don’t make out with your girlfriend a slither away before the tardy bell rings.” A few of your classmates try to stifle their giggles behind their hands at your teacher’s remarks.
Sam gives no verbal response, only rolling his eyes and taking his seat which already speaks volumes about how he feels at that moment. You take your seat on his right and pull a pencil and your notebook out of your backpack, preparing to take notes. A couple of your classmates were still holding their judgemental glares at the two of you.
All right, maybe the teacher had a point.
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