omg...i saw ur kinktober thing and had to request 😇 there are not many fics of john bender (breakfast club) and i am DYING 4 some so....maybe a hand kink thing? like the reader really likes his hands and maybe praises/kisses/stares at them a lot and he catches on pretty quickly and gets all cocky abt it. that's. all 💖THANK YOU
thanks for the kinktober request! I'm obsessed with this prompt omg 🫣 and you're so right, there really isn't enough fics with him which is a shame because damn is he fine
Kinktober 2024 Day 3: John Bender with a gn reader who has a hand kink
Warnings: smut/nsfw content, hand kink, John is a cocky bastard, not really dom/sub dynamics but the reader does act a little desperate and pathetic here (sorry I couldn't resist), smoking (both cigarettes and weed), swearing, quickie/sexual activites done under the influence
It all started with a cigarette. Detention was dull as usual, and you were content to just sleep through the entire thing when Bender caught your attention.
"You're going to get into trouble if Vernon catches you smoking in here, you know," you pointed out as you watched him pull a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his coat pocket.
"Oh, please. I'm always in trouble, and you know it."
You opened your mouth to speak again, intending fully on giving a snarky retort meant to put him back in his place, but you found your words dying down in your throat the second your eyes locked onto his hands.
Swallowing thickly, you tried not to salivate at the mere sight of him lighting up a cigarette. Even after he put the lighter back down, your gaze stayed trained on his hands, silently observing the way he tapped the ash from the cigarette onto the floor.
"What's your problem?"
His voice quickly snapped you back into reality. You forced yourself to look away, trying to act casual and unbothered. "I don't have a problem, you have a problem," you muttered childishly under your breath in response.
Bender smirked as he watched you try to play it off. He didn't know what had you suddenly acting all flustered, but it amused him to no end. "Want a drag?" He questioned as he held out the cigarette in your direction.
"Oh, what the hell. Sure." You took the lit cigarette from him, your hand lingering in the air for a moment when your fingers brushed against his. Clearing your throat, you quickly looked away as you puffed on the cigarette.
You could tell that he was staring, but you were determined not to let it get to you. Once you were done with it, you handed the cigarette back to him, looking down while you did so. You tried to convince yourself that his hand brushing against yours for a second time was just an accident, but you both knew better.
While he obviously had his suspicions, he didn't know for sure what had turned you into such an adorable mess, and he didn't find out until much later, during one night when he decided to sneak in through your window.
"You're not smoking in here, John," you firmly stated when you saw him pull out a lighter after flopping down onto your bed.
"Relax, it's weed, not cigarettes." He chuckled at the way your eyes grew wide.
"That's worse! I don't want my parents to catch me getting high with some random delinquent."
"Aw, sweets, you're breaking my heart," he sighed in a sarcastic, overly dramatic tone as he started to roll a blunt. "Relax, it'll be fine. All you have to do is leave the window open for a couple of hours to air out the smell."
You wanted to chastise him, but you were much too enthralled in studying the way his hands moved.
Looking up, he gave you an arrogant smirk and asked, "See something you like?"
"Shut up," you mumbled as you gave him a slight pout. "I- I just like watching you do stuff with your hands, okay? They're really pretty."
"Mmhm." Bender let out a hum in acknowledgement at your words as he finished rolling the blunt. "There we go, all done. You can have the first hit if you're not too busy drooling over my hands to do it properly."
You gave him a light shove in response to his teasing. "I said shut up, John."
He merely snickered at your reaction, appearing unfazed when you shoved him. "What? It's the truth."
A blunt and a half later, the two of you were lounging on your bed. He was still puffing away while you sat curled up in his arms, admiring his hands again.
"They're just so pretty," you cooed in an affectionate tone of voice, the weed having fully kicked in by this point. He let out a slight chuckle while you took his free hand into yours, tracing your fingertips over the back of it as you stared in amazement.
"You know, I'd say someone has a little crush on me," he joked as he set the blunt down on your nightstand. "Or on my hands, at the very least."
You didn't say anything in reply, too busy pressing soft kisses to his fingers. "So pretty."
"Yeah? You think that they're pretty?" He was purposely trying to rile you up at this point, trying to see just how far you'd go in praising them when you were under the influence and not held back by your better judgement.
"Mmhm, I think that they're really pretty." You moved your lips from his fingers down to the center of his palm, gently nuzzling against the area as you placed kisses there.
It was hard for Bender not to act out on the sudden onslaught of unholy thoughts that emerged in his mind upon watching you worship his hands right before him. He shifted some in his spot on the bed, trying to ignore the shiver that went all the way down his spine and ended up in his pants.
"If you think they're pretty now, you should see what they can do under the covers." The words escaped from his mouth before he could stop them, but he couldn't exactly say he regretted it.
You merely giggled, seemingly amused by his suggestion, which he was pretty sure had something to do with the weed in your system. "I bet they'd be even prettier in action," you purred out in turn, nuzzling your face into his palm again before giving it another soft kiss.
He let out a low groan, moving his free hand to rest on your thigh as he pulled you closer onto his lap. "Careful, sweets. You keep that up, you might make me do something I'll regret," he muttered as he watched you.
"I think you know neither one of us would regret something like that happening," you replied with a cheeky grin as you looked up at him, shifting in his lap some.
All of the blood is his body seemed to rush downwards at that one simple action. His grip on your thigh tightened, causing you to moan.
"You know how hot you are, John. It's just not fair." The pout on your face as you spoke caused him to let out a laugh.
"Oh, yeah?" He pressed his chest to your back as he leaned in, tilting his head to leave a few teasing kisses on your neck.
"Yeah." It was hard for you to focus on speaking when he kissed you, but you were paying more attention to the way his hand was resting on your thigh anyway.
"Maybe I do. Maybe I think that it's cute just how worked up you get by a few brief touches alone." He moved his hand a little bit lower, brushing the tips of his fingers over the front of your pants. "Maybe I should make you beg for it."
The moan you let out brought a cocky smirk to his face. "You're doing this on purpose," you lightly complained while tilting your head back to rest on his shoulder, exposing more of your neck to him. He took the opportunity to drag his lips along your throat, softly kissing the area.
"Tell me how badly you want it," he demanded in a low whisper, his mouth right next to your ear as he spoke. You could feel how hard he was, the evidence of his own growing arousal currently being pressed against your ass.
"So badly," you breathed out in a hushed voice, your hand moving to rest on top of his as you tried to coax his fingers to touch you some more. "I- I need you, John. You know that."
Satisfied with your response, he allowed you to direct his hand further downwards, his fingers lightly dragging over your clothed sex. There was an unmistakable heat currently pooling between your thighs, one that let him know that his teasing was working.
You bit your lip to hold back a moan, acutely aware that your parents' room was just down the hall. The more he touched you, the more you shifted in his lap, which did nothing but rile him up even further.
"I'll make sure to be quick about it so you won't have to worry about your parents catching you in bed with a delinquent like me," he muttered next to your ear, his voice low and raspy.
It was a good thing your house didn't have thin walls, otherwise you had no doubt they'd be able to hear the creaking of your bed mixed in with the lewd noises the two of you were making.
"J- John, I- I think I'm getting close-" You warned, gripping onto his arm as a method to help keep you grounded as your hips repeatedly jolted forward into his hand.
"Shit, me too-" He used his free hand to turn your face so he could kiss you, both of your sounds of ecstacy getting swallowed by each others mouths so they wouldn't be overheard.
The room fell silent shortly after, your combined panting being the only thing that cut through the blissful aftermath of your orgasms. Your underwear felt sticky and wet, and you were certain his did, too, but you were still too high to worry about changing at the moment.
"We have to do that again some time," you mumbled in a tired voice as you moved around in his lap, curling up next to him. If you hadn't been so exhausted, the feeling of his hand holding onto your waist as he wrapped his arms around you would've been enough to get you ready for a second round.
"Of course we're going to do it again. We both know you can't resist me and my pretty hands," Bender replied in a proud tone, a cocky smirk on his face.
For once, you didn't protest. He was right, of course. You never could resist those pretty hands of his.
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