Watch Yourself
III. Sam Winchester .{SMUT}.
Content: Your way of long procrastination sends you to ask one of your classmates for help. You can't help but notice how shockingly hot he became as he sat in front you so you get the idea to mess with him. Which leads to a a heavier conversation in the bathroom.
{Smut, p in v, teasing with foot (fem), bathroom mirror sex, etc.)
5.4K Words
You officially run out of time and it was entirely your fault. For months, Professor Holden's class had been nothing but background noise, a painfully long boring blur of lectures that somehow entered one ear and disappeared straight out the other. It didn't matter how many times you told yourself you'd start paying attention to the "next class", because when the next class came nothing changed. And before you knew it, your exam was here. THE major exam, the one that was worth enough of your grade to destroy your semester if you failed it. It was all that was ever talked about. So naturally, you panicked when you saw your doom written on the board 'EXAM NEXT FRIDAY'. "Fuck my life right now." you mutter under your breath as your heart sank to what felt like your ass. Rolling your eyes you see the one person actually built for surviving this class at your side. Sam Winchester, the guy you'd somehow been sitting beside for the entire semester without ever planning to. He's tall, quiet, and freakishly smart. His hand was always in the air, answers always correct and whose grades were probably illegal. So basically, your best and ONLY option if you didn't want to retake the class again next year.
When the lecture ended and students started shuffling out the room, you turned to him with nerves buzzing in your chest. "Hey, you're Sam right?" He glances up from packing his notebooks and smiles wearily, "Uh yeah, I am." You give him your name and watch as his smile widened with an amused chuckle. "Yeah." He says, slinging the bag over his shoulder. "I got that from all the times the professor called you out for being late." You immediately drop your head in defeat. "Oh my god." Heat rushed to your face while Sam laughed warmly, the kind of laugh that made your embarrassment worse. "I just hate his class," You mumbled dramatically, lifting your head again with a miserable sigh. Sam's hazel eyes softened as you look into his, he's clearly entertained by this conversation. "Yeah, I noticed. It's not like we've been sitting next to year other all semester." You narrowed your eyes at him, though your desperation outweighed your pride. "So," you shift awkwardly, "I was uh, wondering if maybe you'd study with me? Just for today? Because if I fail this test, my grade will absolutely TANK."
Sam paused for a second, not dismissive but thoughtful like he was actually considering how to help instead of looking for an excuse. Which was honestly kind of sweet. He looks back at you and nods. "Yeah," he said rubbing the back of his neck in that adorably shy way that should've been illegal for someone that tall. "I uh, actually have tonight off if you wanna grab dinner first? Then we could head to the library after." Your entire face lights up, "Seriously?!" you say jumping up, "Oh my god, you're a lifesaver!" Watching you blurt out and beam up at him, his chuckle comes easier this time and for a second you swore, he looked just a little pleased by how excited you are. "It's really not a big deal." He states as you quickly start gathering your things into your bag. "No, no. It is, and I'm buying your dinner. And Snacks. And coffee. Whatever you want, seriously, you're saving. my. hide." Sam laughed again as you zipped your bag. "You really don't have to do that." You put your hand up in protest, "Too late, I'm already committed." He watched while a curious smile as you walked to the door with an extra pep in you step.
You both then headed out together, conversation easier now as you made your way to the cafeteria and it was surprisingly nice. You learned Sam wasn't just smart but actually fun to talk to. Funny in that dry understated way that caught you off guard, and patient enough to answer your increasingly panicked question without making you feel stupid. By the time you grabbed quick food and settled down, your test anxiety had eased. At least a little bit. Between bites Sam was already helping you sort though what you needed to focus on most. "Okay," he said, leaning back slightly as you both sat with your trays. "What do you actually know?" You stare at him blankly and Sam blinked, "That bad?" You groan and throw a small piece of food at him and dodges it easily. "I know some things but I can't just recall it on the spot and honestly, if the test asked for my name, I'd need a minute to think about it." He laughed hard throwing his head back. "Alright," he said, still smiling. "In that case, we're definitely starting with the basics." Hearing him say that so gently made you feel a whole lot less hopeless.
When you and Sam make it to the library the sky had already gone properly dark. It was late enough that most students had either given up or migrated somewhere louder, leaving the place wrapped in that hushed eerie quiet that only libraries seemed to have at night. Perfect, means that you actually have to pay attention to leave. You lead Sam through winding shelves and dim corners until your reached your favorite table, it was tucked in the back hidden by towering bookshelves on each either side. You enjoyed that it was secluded, quiet, and just far enough from everyone else to keep the distractions to a minimum."Wow," Sam said glancing around as he set his bag down. "You really do this seriously."You dropped into the chair across from him with a grin. "Please. If I'm going to panic, I'm going to panic efficiently." You earned a soft smile from him and it was slowly starting to become a problem for you. You unpacked your books, notebooks, pens, and highlighters. The whole chaotic mess of a student in academic distress, spreading everything out in front of you while he sat down. In a flash, Sam starts helping. Like really helping. Not in the rushed, half invested way some people did when they regretted saying yes, but actually explaining things patiently and clearly. Breaking down concepts in ways your professor never had and now you honestly weren't sure what was more distracting, the material or…him. Somewhere between his low, steady voice and the way he leaned over your notes to point something out, your focus started slipping. Terribly.
Maybe it was the rumble in voice and the way he tried not to feed you so much info that it overwhelms you. Maybe it was the way his large hands flexed absentmindedly when he turned a page, his long fingers brushing paper with careful precision, or maybe it was the way his hazel eyes kept locking onto yours whenever he asked, "You with me?" It was like he genuinely cared whether you understood or not which was unfairly attractive. You found yourself staring longer than you probably should've, noticing things you somehow hadn't before. Like how his hair fell messier this late at night, how broad he looked sitting across from you all limbs and worn flannel. How his brow furrowed when he concentrated, how his mouth- "Hey." Your eyes snapped up and he was watching you with one eyebrow raised with the smallest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "You still with me?" Heat rushed to your face, "Yep." You said a little too quickly. "Totally, sooo with you." He noticed the way you were staring at him and got the idea to mess with you a little. "Right, then tell what this means." He said tapping at the page so you look down at the incomprehensible wall of information you had not retained even a little.
"I think," you said slowly, buying yourself some time, "that those are definitely words." He laughs leaning back in his chair. "You weren't listening at all, were you?" The smug look on his face making you blush. "I was listening!" You try defending yourself but the grin on your face gave it away. "Uh huh." he said as he looked back down at the book and started his explanation again, making sure you were listening this time. But now, your heart was beating way too hard for someone supposedly just worried about a test. You bought him dinner, bought him snacks with drinks, and originally that had felt like enough. Sitting here now though, tucked away in the quiet with his voice wrapping around you and those stupidly pretty hazel eyes occasionally catching yours? You couldn't help but wonder if maybe Sam Winchester would let you thank him another way, in a way that might benefit you both.
Attempting to be subtle about, and probably failing, you slowly slipped your right foot free from your sandal beneath the table. Sam was mid sentence explaining some painfully complicated concept with the same calm patience he'd somehow maintained all night. Then your bare toes lightly brushed his shin over his jeans and you watch him to see him react. And he does, not dramatically but just enough. You noticed the slightest jolt, a hitch in his voice and the briefest stumble over a word before he caught himself. Keeping your face carefully neutral like you were still paying very serious attention to your notes, making your pulse race, you watched his expression and kept your foot where it was to allow him the control to stop you. And when he didn't, you slowly let your foot drift higher watching his face as he continued. ".which is why this theory connects back to.." And there you see it, a strain in his concentration, he's trying his best to keep himself composed. You move past the middle of his shin and toward his knee where his eyes flicked up briefly. He looked fine for the most part but you could still see the effect you had on him. You can see the twitch in his jaw, the way his Adams apple bobbed hard and the slight panic in his darkening hazel eyes. Seeing him like this only made it more tempting. Then slowly his gaze came back to yours causing the entire library to feel too quiet, he continued normally but you could see something different in the way he looked at you. Something sharper beneath the college boy sweetness said that you were playing with fire and god did you so want to see more of this side of him. Without breaking eye contact one of his hands finally left the table, your breath hitched as you felt his fingers wrap around your ankle, large, warm, steady, and firm. Goosebumps rise instantly all over you when you feel his thumb slowly drawing circles around the delicate bone, you nearly forgot how to breath. Sam on the other hand seemed more confident as his other hand pointed at the textbook keeping the image of a normal study session.
It shouldn't have been as sexy as it was, especially when he guided your foot higher onto his lap, your leg now stretched underneath the table. He let go, returned his hand back to the table along with his eyes back down to the page, it was the most unfair display of self control you'd ever witnessed. "You should really remember this part," he murmured, voice noticeably lower now. "It'll definitely be on the test." You swallowed hard because beneath the table, the tension between you had shifted completely. This wasn't innocent anymore and judging by the way Sam's fingers twitched against his pen and he knew it too. Carefully, teasingly, you let your foot rub over the hard bulge, slow enough to test him, light enough to leave room for him to stop this whenever he wanted. He didn't. Instead he sucked in a quiet breath through his nose, the sound so subtle most people would've missed it but not you. His shoulders stiffened slightly, composure straining and for the first time all night Sam had faltered completely. A low sound barely more than a restrained exhale escaped him before he caught it and you're heart practically leapt at it. Sam's pen stilled as his fingers flexed once again like he was grounding himself as he looks back up at you. The look in his face was different than any other way he looked at you, it was male and predatory, like an animal watching it's prey. "You," he said quietly, voice rougher than before, "are making it really hard to concentrate." And that was the most distracting thing of all.
You held his gaze through your lashes, your smirk deliberate and cocky knowing you're about to find yourself in the best kind of trouble. Sam's head tipped back slightly, his jaw tightened and eyes closed for one dangerous second like he was fighting for restraint. It was heaven watching the sweet, patient, good boy Sam Winchester struggle beneath your touch, this might just be your most favorite thing ever. "Well," you said softly, voice dipped in temptation, "I could be even more distracting…if you wanted me to." That did it for him, his eyes snapped open and all you could see in his eyes was hunger, straight predatory hunger. His once vibrant eyes were black, the size of his pupils had doubled in size. Your breath caught in your chest as you slowly tilted your head toward the hallway and toward the bathrooms. Sam followed your glance and for maybe half a second the college boy conscience of his seemed to flicker, then promptly disappears completely. He didn't hesitate to gently moved your foot aside, push back his chair and stand to his full height, his frame towering over you. Your eyes widen when you take in how truly big he was standing over you, you stared at his broad shoulders, his long frame and at the way he blocked everything else when he stepped around the table to lean over your chair. Your pulse skyrocketed as one of his large hands rested on the arm of the chair and the other grabbed your wrist, his touch warm, firm and decisive. "C'mon," he said, voice low and rough sending heat straight to your pussy.
You shift in the hard wooden chair, pressing your thighs together, trying to chase any kind of relief but it was only making it harder for you. Your thong so wet and sticky against your skin you wish you could take them off and have Sam clean you up, imagining the way he would flick his tongue against your hole and how hard he'd suck on your clit. He makes it impossible to ignore how easy it was for you to become unraveled for him that you can't stop imagining what it would feel like to close the distance between you, to give in completely and let him fuck you in a way you've never been fucked before. Sam notices the movement, of course he does. His eyes flickered downward then back up at yours, the dark look on his face nearly makes you cum right there. "Jesus." his mutters, his voice rough and low flipping your stomach this and that way. "You keep looking at me like that.." he doesn't finish his sentence, it's a warning that ignore and lean into. He then guides you out of your chair, bringing you to your feet,and starts dragging you down the empty hallway towards the bathroom. Your sandal abandoned under the table leaving the shock of the cold wood floor to send a shiver through your spine. You're breathless and startled as Sam pushes through the women's restroom door with surprising confidence. "You know," you whispered half thrilled and half shocked, "for a guy as smart as you are, this feels like a terrible decision." He checks under the stall doors quickly, clearly running on practiced instinct and adrenaline. "Yeah," he muttered as he came over and locked the door behind you, "you stopped making me care about good decisions a while ago." God, you didn't know how much wetter you could get, soon you'll start dripping down your legs if he keeps this up.
Sam brings you over to the side slightly to push you against the counter, it was like the restraint that he'd been choking down at the library table finally snapped and he kissed you so intensely passionate it felt like he was a starving man slowly losing control with every second. Your hands flew up instinctively catching at his shoulders, sliding up to his jaw, tracing each sharp feature then finally threading your fingers into his hair. He kissed you deeper, the kiss had the same energy from when you were studying, he was so throughout and intense as he put his body and soul into you. Sam gives you a tap on your waist, "Jump." he says in between kisses and you hop up. Sam being so unfairly strong lifts you onto the cold counter without breaking away from you. He takes advantage of the way you gasp at the temperature and pushes his tongue into your mouth, exploring every ridge of your teeth and quickly dominating your tongue into place. He pulls away biting your lip, his voice wrecked and warm, "You're such a bad influence." You smile and slide your hands from his shoulder past his chest, and over his flannel covered abdomen to reach the waistband of his jeans.
"You like it." the seductive tone of your voice is like a siren call to him, he couldn't ignore you even if he wanted to. Underneath the Stanford normal there was something…no…someone else. Sam's a Winchester, he was raised to be a monster fighting machine since he was 6 months old, traveling with his dad and brother across the state lines and training to slaughter what hides in the night. You didn't know that side of him at all, I mean you barely started talking to the guy today and you were about to get a glimpse of who that Sam Winchester was. You move your fingers from the the side of his waistband meeting in the middle against the metal of his buckle, the jingle sounded sharp against the tiled room as you teasingly pulled the loop through. His forehead rests on your shoulder, breathing in your scent heavily as your delicate fingers enters his jeans and find themselves wrapped around his rock hard cock. The growl that rumbles out of his chest as you begin stroking from the base to his tip settles into you, the sound burying itself into the stem of your brain. You feel teeth on your shoulder as he bites down lightly, the pace of your pumping so painfully slow. "I can't wait any longer." Sam groans into you and before you could respond you feel his hand find their way in between your thighs, you gasp as his thick fingers grabs the crotch of your lazy day shorts and thong pulling them to the side. The cold air hits your wet cunt causing goosebumps to rise and spread across your body, the chill is quickly replaced by warm digits lazily circling around your clit. Your body immediately responds to the touch, chest arching into him automatically trying to get more of him onto you. Your nipples harden and painfully scratch against your lacy bra and Sam watches as you twitch underneath him listening to the mewls leaving your smaller frame, the sound feeding his ego. Then, without warning he stops the circles and raises his thumb to press directly onto the nub sending a cold electric jolt through your uterus, you squeal at the unexpected feeling and look at him with a mix of irritation and need.
You can see the cockiness in his face as he keeps a steady push on you and says,"Pull me out princess." Pride enters his chest as you moan at the name and he watches as you do as you're told, you pull away from his cock to shift his pants down his hips freeing him. Your eyes turn into saucers as you watch the tip smack against his pelvis and there's a sudden fear of not being able to fit the girth and length of him inside you, but there's also the conflicting ache to slide down to your knees to taste the milky precum leaking from him while you feel the thick veins slide against your tongue. He is such a true definition of a man that you can't decide on what you want to do with him, you have never felt so protected and feminine with anyone else, and never felt so turned on in your life. You whine when he stops playing with your clit to step in between your legs, his legs fitting so perfectly in between yours, it was like he was a puzzle piece that was always meant to fit there. Hazel eyes search yours in quiet desperation looking for permission to take his hard length and slide into you. You gulp slightly and nod, earning a smile as he grabs himself lining the thick tip with your soaking pussy. He pushes the swollen tip against your clit, slowly rubbing himself up and down to collect as much of your juices as he can. You're so ready for him you're leaking straight onto the granite underneath your ass, leaving a small puddle in between your legs. Once he spread a good amount all over you, he pushes forward causing your head to be thrown back and your mouth hanging open in an 'o' shape as you feel him slowly stretching your walls more and more with each inch. Painful whines escape you feeling yourself stretch past your limit, "Fuck." you hiss which causes Sam to stop immediately to ask if you're ok. You nod your head furiously without looking at him and beg for him not to stop, "Please Sam, I'm fine, just don't stop. You feel so fucking good." hearing you praise him, he decides to snap his hips forward shoving the rest into you, you cry out as he slams against your cervix making your eyes roll further back into your head. Your arms begin to shake behind you, you have to fight against yourself to stay upright.
Sam stills completely, waiting for you adjust but you're too impatient. You haven't been fucked in month and the way he's filling you up right now reaching every single part of you is turning you into a cock drunk slut already. You whine as you try to move your hips against him, trying to relieve yourself even just a little but his large hands grabs onto your hips and holds you in place. "Shh, I don't want to hurt you. Just sit there for a second." Sam can feel your pussy pulse around him, he can feel a taut ring around his base and it makes him shiver in anticipation. Your mind is completely empty as you feel a fullness you never felt before, not with your fingers, not with any other partners, and definitely not with any of your toys.
After a minute, Sam decides you've had enough time and slowly pulls out you until only his tip his left inside of you, he watches as you moan and your back arches backwards mourning the loss of him before he slams himself back into you. You jolt forward when he does and throw your hips to meet him mid thrust. As he sets a steady brutal pace his tip brushes against your g-spot then bumps against your cervix seconds later, you don't hold back any of the sounds leaving your mouth. You had just begun and this was the best sex you have ever had. "Fuck baby," Sam groans holding onto your hips tighter as he begins to snap his hips quicker and hard into you, "you're so fucking tight." You shout as he pounds against you, not caring that if someone were to pass by they'd hear the lewd sounds of skin slapping and your slutty moans. Sam's consciounse comes back for a second as he hears the echo and grabs the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and shoving it into your mouth. It hardly does anything. He then grabs the black lace of your bra and shoves it above your tits, watching as they bounce violently with each shove. He can't help but stare at you in awe, from the fucked out look on your face to your bouncing tits and down to your clenching pussy being peirced by his cock. "You look so fucking hot right now, look so good being fucked right for the first time." You tilt your head forward and look at his for the first time, brows furrowed trying to keep your shirt in your mouth and trying not to let it fall with each shriek. You look at the shit eating grin on his face and almost cum at the sit of him. He's still earing his close but holy shit does he look good.
"Do you want to see what I do?" He asks huskily still pounding into you and you're so drunk on his cock you nod your head. He stops immediately and pulls out causing yout to sob at the empty feeling. He gently brings you off the counter and helps you steady your legs before turning you to face the large mirror. You look at yourself and barely recgonize who you see, your eyes are half lidded with pleasure, pupils blown, your cheeks are rosy, lips swollen around your shirt and your exposed chest moving up and down with each pant. You had never seen yourself so vulnerable, so fucked, so…desireble. You only look away when you Sam shift shift behind you, he makes eye contact through the mirror as he pushes you down onto the counter. You gasp at the cold and at the image of his large frame behind you, spreading your legs you push your back back into his pelvis. Grunting satisfyingly at the way you're so obediant for him, he beings to massage your ass with his palms while he lets the hottest thing anyone ever said to you out. "I want you to watch yourself. I want you to watch as I fuck into my proper slut. Can you do that for me?" You nod furiously and he smiles, "Good girl." He raises one of his hands and brings it down hard on your cheek ,making you shriek and jolt against the counter. Sam then slides himself back into your swollen folds and you move your gaze to watch your reflection. He gives you no time to adjust, pounding and abusing you, you watch through your eyelash at the woman in the mirror. Her tit bouncing against the white and gray granite, palms spread holding herself steady, and you watch as she takes one of those hands to slide down her stomach to her clit. You watch as your own face contorts in pleasure as you furiously rub your pussy.
The feeling of that once loose floating coil has now snapped tautly inside of your lower belly, your cunt is buzzing and shooting electricity into every nerve with every hit of your cervix. You move your hand faster and raise your eyes to look at Sam through the mirror, he's in awe at someone could look so used and soft at the same time. He couldn't believe that he was allowed to see you in this way, with your hair a mess, your eyes glazed over and hazy, your perfect plump lips biting into your shirt and your tits jumping with each thrust makes his balls begin to pull into him. He was about to cum and from the look of the way you were violently rubbing your clit and they way you clenched around him, you were about to cum too. "You wanna cum pretty girl?" he asks and you nod your head frantically, "Yeah? Then slam back against me and take it, milk my cock bitch."You mewl and start throwing your ass back against him, the force pushing him even further inside you some how. And with the third push the coil finally snaps and wave of fire comes crashing over your entire body. Sam watches as your arms give up on you as you convulse against the counter, your nipples meeting the freezing material, your screams of pleasure no longer muffled and music to his ears. Your heaven sent pussy chokes his cock bringing him so dangerously close to the edge. "Fuck! Can I cum in you?" He asks quickly earning a loud, "Yes! Please!" His grip tightens on your hips as he fucks his orgasm into you, his balls empty straight into your tight pussy, his cum spurts in every crevice of you and spills out around him when there's no where else for it to go. His head is thrown back as he growls deep from his chest, lazily pumping a few times more into you.
You both stay frozen for a second, catching each other's eyes in the mirror before the tension finally breaks. Laughter spills out between you, breathless and a little embarrassed but warm and comfortable. Sam ducks his head with that familiar shy grin, exhaling hard as he steps back, his hands immediately finding the sinks on either side of you like he's grounding himself. "Hold on," he says softly, voice low and a little rough around the edges. His palm slides gently over your lower back, careful and steady. "Just stay there for a sec, let me help." It's so Sam, so practical, attentive and sweet in that way that catches you off guard. Even now, flushed and disheveled his first focus is taking care of you first. He grabs some paper towels moving with quiet efficiency, his touch gentle enough to make you smile. There's a light pinkness in his cheeks, his ears burning red at how close is to your pussy. He was just inside of you but being here and intently staring at her, taking every detail while he wiped up your mixed cum was different. It was more intimate. Once he's sure everything's handled, he quickly cleans up the floor too and mutters something under his breath about "definitely never seeing the library the same again."
You can't help but laugh at the statement and so does Sam sounding so full and free. Your cheeks hurt from how much you've smiled and laughed with him today, at how genuine it feels to be with him. He the gives your hip a light pat, "Okay," he says almost bashful, "you're good." You straighten up and turn to him, sliding your arms around his shoulders and he automatically leans down to your height. Welcoming a soft kiss on his lips, he smiles against yours with affection and lingering nerves. "Some study session, huh?" Sam lets out a quiet chuckle and shakes his head. "Yeah," he murmurs, his hazel eyes bright with amusement. "Think we probably covered a good bit of biology there." You both stay standing there for a moment, wrapped up in that comfortable silence Sam's surprisingly good at. Then his expression shifts, not by much but just enough for that subtle confidence to peek through. "You know," he starts, rubbing the small of your back with a playful smirk tugging at his lips "I do have my own place and we could continue 'studying' there." your grin widens and you wonder how much more perfect he could get, "I mean I really could use the extra lessons." you say teasingly.
Sam laughs under his breath, lacing his hand with yours before leading you carefully to the door. He cracks it open, peeking his head out into the hall like he's on some covert mission, and you have to bite back another laugh. "Clear." He whispers dramatically. He takes you back to your table, back for your sandal and books, gathering everything with that absent-minded responsibility that somehow makes him even more endearing. With your hand in his and that crooked smile still on his face, Sam Winchester leads you into the night towards his home. His strides a little longer than normal to get there as quick as he can.