I snorted and so did he.
"I didn't see you come in, it's normally just me here..."
"Oh I know," he states too confidently, I'm taken aback.
"You know?" I challenge, gaining his confidence and copying his lean by popping the side of my hips which I swear looked way better than it sounds.
He smirks, drinking me in like rain after 4 days of drought. I was doing the same, noticing how his forearms are somehow a way bigger deal than what they should be and how his lips are so pigmented that his smirk looks devilish.
Just standing there my legs started to shake a little and my heart tripled its pace.
He walked forwards, the door closing as he releases his weight on it. The slam makes me shift in my hysterical state, I began to panic but on the outside, I still analysed his every step until he was so close that my back grazed the shelving behind me.
'What are you doing?" I spoke through his hot breaths hitting my face, making my cheeks turn even redder if possible.
His arm gripped the shelf above me, closing me into something I walked into and wanted as much. No strings attached, no reward, no cache, just a kiss from John Bender.
"Anything you want," he plays with the curls in my hair, taking in my scent as he whispers in my ear.
A shudder trails through me making his chest expand and hit against mine.
"Anything?" I finally face him again, the light hitting his face just to show how much he was actually starving, this was a side I never saw.
Then suddenly it all turns dark, the lights turn off and I no longer have a worry.
He whispers in my ear, free hand brushing against my side out of the thickness of the black.
"Anything."
Suddenly he is kissing me, mouth tangling with mine in a fight for dominance he didn't even need to start. I was submitting from the moment he grabbed the paint. My back slams against the shelving, hurting so good I groan into his mouth that attacks mine with suffocatingly good kisses. His shirt crumples in my fist as he grips one of my thighs placing it against his side to instantly move in and I got to feel just how eager he was.
The kisses get hotter smoothing out my cheeks and going lower until he switches between biting and full-on making out with my neck. My head is thrown back by something I could not explain, moaning in ways I didn't even think I could do. I didn't think I was capable of all these reactions in places I never knew could feel this good.
The kisses trail back up and I secure my hand in his locks and tug, this seemed to be his trigger as every time did this, he pushed me harder, grinding against me and growling into my aching mouth. Everything of his was solid and everything of mine was completely soaked.
Eventually, I ripped open his shirt throwing it to the side and his undershirt too, admiring his physique although it was too dark to see anything. I had imagined this too many times this week to not know at this point.
I kept touching his chest as he heaved beneath me, growing addicted to the way it felt under my palms. I wanted more, growing more desperate to the point where I was throwing myself at him and back against the shelf.
His fingers glided along the first few buttons of my blouse, opening the first few so that he had just enough access to my chest.
"Oops."
He cupped one of my breasts, massaging it while grazing his lips against my neck. That other hand of his slid smoothly down my stomach to the button of my pants and then slipping into my underwear and massaging my clit.
"Oh."
Inserting a finger. Watching my reactions. Massaging my chest. Kissing me passionately. He put all the professional multi-taskers to shame.
He moaned with me too, getting off on feeling me getting wetter and wetter as he pounded into me with only his fingers. He saw the same bursts of colour despite me only palming him through his trousers slightly.
I was too close already and yet swiftly he coils my legs around his waist so that his devilish eyes were even to mine. Somehow that look he gave me had more power than any of the moves he made.
"Can I?"
"Just do it already."
He smirks finally sliding in with his pants pooling around his ankles. He reached behind grabbing a condom and slipping it on and in. It didn't surprise me that he carried one or was as unbelievably good as his reputation claims. Nobody dares lie about Bender.
"Oh shit," he groans heavenly, sounding better than the sensation itself.
The shelf creaked and cried with both of us being thrown into it. I had no idea how no one heard us but I knew that he didn't care and I was too enchanted at this point to care either. It was still pitch black and yet somehow I could see clearly, maybe even clearer than I'd ever seen before.
I knew that any moment I'd reach my limit and come down from an ultimate high. He sped up to accommodate this, feeling how my thighs began to tremble with sensitivity. He must've been close too, burying his face into my now exposed chest and releasing the softened grunts he'd been trying to repress. My hands threaded themselves back into his hair and he reacted in the way I expected. He went harder and faster.
He was now wild against me and I met this as my hips slaved away at his own in the process. The pace was so unreal and ethereal that things were beginning to slump off of the shelves including paint that decorated us like splashes of shame. Still, we continued, laughing and moaning at each other's bodies.
And, then we both finished in unison and suddenly like wasn't funny anymore.
The knot building up inside of me and the tension building between us had vanished but in the best way possible. What was left were tiny pricks of sensitivity and satisfaction with a little sweat behind gon our foreheads.
But, that sweat could also be paint.
"Y/N you in here?"
In the dark we shared a look, reacting to the fear in our eyes by dressing as quickly as possible. It was like we snoozed too many times and had to get ready in 5 minutes or we'd miss the bus. I left a few buttons open, which Bender happily fixed for me after capturing me in yet another torturing kiss.
I grabbed the white paint, embracing it and left to face the music or the death metal in this situation.
I felt nothing but shame and embarrassment in front of my grinning teacher. How was I meant to look at either of these people again? What if I accidentally touch him one time? Would I have war flashbacks?
"Mr Bender pleasant surprise. What were you guys doing in there?"
I looked to Bender for guidance, knowing he had a reputation for not only his sexual encounters but also his smart and quick mouth.
"She dropped some paint so I helped her...clean up," he turned to look down at me, grinning so wide I wanted to smack him silly.
My teacher knowingly grinned but shrugged it off.
"No worries. Are you okay Y/N? You look a little flushed," the teacher eyes me up and down but with a smirk as though she sees through all of your lies entirely as if it were cling film.
"Yeah I'm just hot," I pull my blouse away from me allowing air to travel down.
Bender winked at me while biting his lip before finally turning away and walking out of the class without a goodbye.
"Yeah you are," he mouths through the gap in the door, looking at me as if it wasn't the last time ever even though I maybe knew it was.
It took me a while but I finally managed to sit down in my seat with only a slight wince, unable to face the white paint until the next week.
John Bender- art cupboard
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