hi!! sorry u posted ur intro thing only like an hour ago but i am already here to request LOL. i am madly in love with john bender from the breakfast club and i need more fics of him or i'll die. perhaps smut if that'd be ok...🤭
“Being Bad Feels Pretty Good, Doesn’t It?”
John Bender x F! reader
Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Fingering, P in V sex, Praise mixed with Degradation, Vulgarity, profanity, and of course, John Bender.
A/N: Hi!! Thank you so much for sending this request ahh!! I’ve loved John bender since I first watched the movie. Never be sorry for sending a lovely request! Hope you enjoy, love!
Shermer High School, a average high school in Illinois. A school with your average groups, stereotypes, students, and teachers. An average principal, too.
You too, were average. Except for your grades.
You were known as Shermer High Schools’ very own ‘Good girl’ demographic. The goody two shoes type.
You always got good grades, got your assignments done on time and never used profanity or talked back to any teachers. You were the model student.
Well, except for that one time. What time? Well, the time where you fell asleep after studying all night during a very important test. Your teacher saw this, and instantly gave you a Saturday detention.
Of course, your parents were more than furious with you. All because of one stupid detention. It was just school, you though.
But what you would never understand, was how you somehow managed to get a detention with John Bender, the schools own criminal. Who you had actually been secretly admiring from the distance for a couple months.
But it wasn’t any ordinary detention. No, it was much more delinquent than that.
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You let out the filthiest moan known to man when you feel Bender’s thick fingers enter your already drenched slit, them entering slowly to give you time to adjust to them.
“Fuck, you’re dripping, Princess.” He hooks his fingers up, which has you instinctively reach up to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders.
“Don’t- fuck! Don’t you dare stop, Bender.” You let out small whimpers into the crook of his neck as his fingers make easy work of opening you up, preparing you for his hard, thick cock.
“I’m not dreaming of it, sweets.” He bites your ear, thrusting his fingers deeper into your warmth as your moans only increase in tempo. Though, he shuts you up with a hand over your mouth. Christ knows where Vernon was.
“Jesus, Shit, lower your voice you little slut. You want Vernon to hear you?”
You shake your head as his fingers begin to curl up once more, this time hitting a particularly pleasurable spot inside of you that has you seeing starts. You yelp, as quietly as you can.
“Yeah, that’s right. You’re always being a good girl, even during something so fuckin’ filthy.”
God, his voice, his face, his everything. It all had you losing your sanity.
“Bender.. please. Need to come, please?”
“Oh yeah? You wanna come?” He doesn’t stop the assault of his fingers inside of your walls, in fact, the thrusts somehow became inhumanely fast. You bite your lip, not wanting to let anymore loud moans escape your throat.
“Yes! Yes.. please, please. Need it-“ You lick his neck, feeling as his shivers into your own.
“Yeah? Too bad.”
“Wait, what??”
All of a sudden, his fingers disappear from between your legs. He brings said fingers up to his mouth, happily tasting the fluids left on them. He moans, as though he was having a delicious dinner.
“I’d rather you come on my cock, sweets.”
You want you give a snarky comeback, but your words disappear when you notice him pulling out a condom from his pocket, then removing the belt of his black jeans.
When he eagerly pulls the zipper down, along with his boxer briefs, your eyes widen at the sight.
He wasn’t too big, but he certainly wasn’t small. He had a raging boner, the tip red and already leaking precum.
“Don’t just stare at it,” He uses a hand to slick back his hair, making it somehow fluffier in the process. “Go on, bring it to where you need it.”
You gulp, hand shakily reaching down to grasp the base. He hums, enjoying the feeling of your hand wrapped around his girth. You bring the head right in front of your entrance. He grins like a maniac.
“That’s right.. good little slut. You really want me inside of you, yeah?”
You nod, making sure he is lined up with your entrance. He snickers, opening up the condom package with his teeth. He smoothly rolls the condom down his length, before tapping it against your folds once more.
“You? Using protection?” You giggle, but it’s cut off when he begins to push inside. Your legs shake as they wrap around his hips.
“Really? Fuck, I’m a asshole. Not a monster.”
The words are drowned out by how easily he sinks into your pussy. It made sense, considering he was fingering the life out of you right on the library table.
“Mmm, fuck, sweets. You’re tight. Feels amazing,” He slowly begins to thrust his hips in, and out. Enjoying the sounds your wetness makes around him.
“Bender, please-“
“Call me John, Princess.”
You lean in to kiss him, passionately as he begins to thrust deeper into you, the feeling intensifying with each pump.
“John, fuck me. Hard.”
He didn’t need anymore permission after you said that.
Without any words, John began to fuck himself into your wetness, the table creaking at the speed of his thrusts.
Your moans were the only award John cared about. Minus a orgasm.
“Yeah? You like that, you slut? Like Johnny’s cock fucking your insides?”
You don’t know whether it was his voice, his words, or his cock, but you felt the beginnings of a orgasm begin to approach. Maybe all three?
“John, don’t you dare stop. Fuck, I’m gonna- ah!” A particularly harsh thrust hits your g-spot as you try your best not to scream.
“Gonna come, huh? Fuck- do it, baby. Be the good girl you are and cream all over my-“
He didn’t even need to finish his sentence before you were already spasming around his girth, your orgasm coming out- along with your muttering of John’s name like a sinful prayer.
“Jesus- fuck, that was-“ John groans, his own release following right after your own blissful one.
You feel him twitch inside of you, as he pants into the crook of your neck. Your arms gripping his shoulders as he empties himself inside.
Once he finishes, he stands up straight, pulling out from you with a ‘pop’ sound. He lets out a shakey breath, removing the condom from his shaft and tossing it in a nearby trash bin.
There is a peaceful silence, before the familiar whistling of the principal is heard down the hallway.
Panicking, you begin to shuffle to get your underwear back up and your skirt fixed.
Whilst doing your hair, you look at John, who was now sitting peacefully in his own seat without a care in the world.
“You didn’t tell me Vernon would be right down the god forsaken hallway!” You say through gritted teeth.
“So?” He shrugs.
“He could’ve caught us!”
“Well, sweets, you enjoyed it.”
You don’t reply, instead, you sit in your seat as the footsteps become more clear.
“Being bad feels pretty good, doesn’t it?”
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