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Synopsis: You decide to take a pottery class when the instructor catches your eye.
Pairing: pottery instructor!Benito x reader
After your last breakup, you promised to take time to find yourself before getting in another relationship. Thinking you found the one, you poured your heart and soul into everything with him. Soon all of his interests became your interests and everything you enjoyed, your plans and your dreams were on the backburner. Everything seemed perfect until it wasn’t. When he broke things off with you, you had no clue who you were anymore.
Slowly branching out makes you feel safer. Picking and choosing where you would direct your interests and trying new things felt like putting the right pieces of the puzzle together again. That’s how you ended up in a pottery class in the middle of October. It started off as a fun way to show your creativity, making something new every week.
The instructor was also hot.
The first class took you by surprise. Walking into the warm decorated space, made you feel at home. You noted the decorations covering the wall, most notably the giant Puerto Rico flag hanging above the desk. Music filled the room and as you stepped in, you saw a man gathering supplies while dancing. He hummed along with the music, at peace in the moment. When he spun on his heel, he noticed he had a visitor and nearly dropped everything.
“I’m sorry”, you rushed to help him recover the tray he knocked over
“No hay problema”, he responded gently, “It’s my fault”
“I should have made more noise when I came in”
“I wouldn’t have noticed”, he laughed, “I need to turn down the music”
“¿Hablas español?”, he grinned as he quirked his brow
“Yo también practico hablar español. Pero no es perfecto”, you grinned back, nervous that you sound a mess
“Your Spanish is good. If you want to practice or salsa, I’m available”, he offered, holding out his hand for yours
His smile told you he meant something different, but you welcomed the exchange. You put your hand in his as he shook it.
He smiled as you gave him yours, committing it to memory.
Every class, you all learned to make something new. Every class, regardless of how your creation turned out, Benito was always there to offer assistance and compliments. Something about him felt so inviting, you barely noticed that you were coming to class early and leaving later than everyone else.
When you arrived early, he would pull you onto the makeshift dancefloor in front of the class to dance with him. He always kept his distance with you physically, but always kept his eye on you. You could tell he was checking you out and you didn’t shy away from it.
“Me gusta bailar contigo mamí”, he professed as he spun you
The name made you blush every time, but you refused to read into it. At the end of class, he always checked in to see how you were enjoying class while he cleaned up. It always ended with you helping out. He would walk you to your car, open and close your door, then watch you leave.
“Get home safe”, he pleaded, “Porfi”
He really wanted to ask you to tell him when you got home safely, but wanted to keep it as professional as he could.
Which is why he was preparing for a private lesson with you on a Sunday morning when classes were only on Thursday evenings.
You walked in, looking for your instructor. Benito was preparing the clay for the session. He knew you were struggling with keeping your vase uniformed and he was racking his brain with ways to help.
“¿No hay música hoy?, you smiled as you put on your apron
Benito turned around with a smile, hands already covered in clay.
He spoke to Siri and music started to fill the silent space. You stood next to him as he finally finished cutting the clay. He figured there might be many do overs.
“Estoy…”, he kept thinking of the easiest way to answer your simple question as he piled the clay into the container, “confundido”
“Sí. That’s why I was thinking”
Benito didn’t give you space to ask follow up questions. Instructed you to grab your usual seat, so he would walk you through improving your base. You turned the machine on, trying to remember the steps he taught you during class. You would admit you missed most of the lesson that day. This particular session he wore his glasses and a sleeveless shirt. While everyone listened and learned the steps like good students, you were eye humping your instructor, thinking about his muscles and tattoos.
“I see the problem”, Benito smirked as your clay started to lose its shape
He walked behind the bench you were sitting on, placing one hand on your shoulder.
“You’re not focused. Starting off, you are good, then your mind starts to wonder”, his voice started to trail off as he noticed some of your hair at the nape of your neck had fallen out of your pony tail. He should have left it alone, but he opted to twirl the strands between his fingers. A chill ran down your spine at the contact. You could feel him gently tugging at the black scrunchie holding your hair up. Soon, your hair was free from its grasp.
“What’s on your mind bebecita?
By default, you need to change the subject. His directly in your eye was going to lead to a scenario you’ve only dreamed of, but wasn’t prepared for.
“My lesson”, you breathed, “I don’t remember the steps”
Benito smiled, he could walk you through the steps. He sat on the bench directly behind you, his chest pressed against your back with his mouth right above your ear.
Your brain started to short circuit as his cologne filled your personal space. Your body relaxed against his. He felt so warm and inviting, making it nearly impossible to move away. Your thighs were between his and the tightly pressed against yours as he adjusted his legs to reach the pedal. You could feel your core tightening around something that wasn’t even there.
“Necesitas respirar mamí”, he whispered in your ear
When you released the breath you didn’t know you were holding, he finally pressed down on the tiny pedal. The machine came to life as he instructed you through the first step. To your surprise, he placed his hand over yours to guide your hands through the steps.
Every time you complied he whispered words of encouragement in your ear. You tried your hardest to keep it together, but it was becoming too much. With one particular step, he smiled against your ear. Your body was struggling to keep still.
“Good girl”, he whispered in your ear
A soft moan escaped your lips before you could attempt to stop yourself. Benito’s lips trailed kisses down the side of your neck as you squeezed your thighs together. Your hands were left gripping the clay as his hands found their way to your waist. You leaned into his chest again as he stared down at you. There was a brief moment of silence before his lips were on yours. He gripped your hips tighter, attempting to pull you even closer. He was harder than he’s ever been and pressed it against you. You moaned into his mouth, feeling his hands trail up your waist and under your shirt.
You finally took your hands away from the clay, wiping the remains on the apron. You brought your hand to his cheek as his tongue slid past your lips, smearing some clay on his face.
The bell above the front door chimed, shocking you both. Benito jumped up to readjust himself before heading to the front. It was an elderly couple looking to sign up for classes. Benito scheduled them as quickly and politely as he could muster. Once they left, he made sure to lock the door.
When he walked to the back of the building, you were no longer in your seat. Benito found you sitting on his desk, no apron with your shirt unbuttoned. Any ounce of professionalism he held on to was long gone as he closed the space between the two of you to pull you into a kiss.
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