Crush/boyfriend imagines

Detention

          Detention. Infamous for bringing teenagers who have each had their own run in with trouble. Whether that be getting into fights; Kamil. Or getting your fifth tardy because your deteriorating car can't get enough of seeing you stranded in the middle of the road; me.
          Nevertheless, here I am. Stapling packets that the copier has recently not been able to do, as a matter of fact, neither can Kamil.
          "Better get to it, the faster you finish the earlier we get to leave," he had the balls to say.
          1, 2, 3, 4, 5, staple, repeat. However, I can't help but acknowledge this cute, blue-eyed boy that sits beside me watching as I continue what we should be doing together.
          Hi, sorry to bother but you are in detention too, so, if you would help we'd finish a lot quicker dumbass. Oh wait. Sorry about that...of course you're not going to help.
          What a dick. Yes, but you gotta admit he's pretty cute. Pretty cute? Who am I kidding, he's hot. I don't even care anymore, I'm stuck in detention for at least another hour so might as well make the best of it. I mean how could you not notice his bright ocean blue eyes anyway, they literally glow. Annnnd he's wearing a jersey...soccer maybe? Soccer pants...soccer definitely. Okay, okay, so he plays soccer that's cute.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
          "Could you please stop and maybe help? We'd finish a lot quicker if you would just put one staple in each packet." The frustration just blurts through my lips before I can even think them through, But I leave the words in the air because their already out for one, but they've also got a point. That doesn't mean I'm willing to make eye contact though.
          From the corner of my eye I see him stand from his desk (damn he's tall) and walk toward me silently. He stands close enough for our elbows to touch and takes the stack of paper from in front of me in his hands. His fingers lift five sheets of paper from the upper right hand corner of each and passes the packet to me as I hold the stapler. I punch the staple through the paper and he hands me another loose packet. We go on for a couple minutes and we only have about 3 more packets to staple. I was grateful that he was willing to help, even if that meant simply passing the packets to me to staple.
          "Thanks for helping, I honestly didn't think you would." This time, the words finally came out after minutes of considering to speak at all.
          "I'm just trying to leave as soon as I can honesty, wasn't too much about helping you."  Okay. A "no problem" would've worked but you know, considering i'm mainly the one that'll be getting you out of here, that sounds keen too. Dick.
          "Oh, fine by me. Help yourself." I lay down the stapler in front of him and walk over to the few lockers on the other wall, waiting for him to finish. Again, my emotion spews from my lips before I can think it through. But it's rational, I mean seriously. He watches me from the moment I spoke to the moment I leaned against the few lockers that make up the wall. It's kind of intimidating, his eyes are so soft in color but the way they look at me in this moment is the exact opposite. Is it bad that I like how they tell me two different things? He turns his back to the table facing me head  on, putting down the stapler, and slightly leaning back on the table on his hands. He stares at me as if he's thinking, tilting his head slightly as his eyes travel down my curves. I like it but I also feel so naked, bare. His lips curve into a slight smile, barely noticeable if you weren't paying attention. But I was. I'd prefer him staring straight into my eyes rather than the way they follow every curve from my shoulders to my chest, my waist, my hips, my legs. Why do I like this?
          It felt less than a second before it was his hands on every one of my curves rather than his eyes. The way he walked towards me was so full of intensity, he radiated enough to excite me. I couldn't even tell him to stop, the attraction between us was so noticeable you could see it emitting from our bodies. He was trying to detain himself, his hands travelled down my back and my hips slowing, as if warning himself. His touch felt like fire and ice, I couldn't distinguish between the two. Instead I closed my eyes, to feel his touch and his rapid heart beating, his no longer rhythmic breath. I think he needed me to say yes, to encourage him, urge him. So I kissed him. A peck, asking him if he wanted more. I got my answer as his lips reattached to mine hungrily. He was so passionate I replicated it, running my hands through his soft hair as our lips moved in sync. His lips are so soft. He pushes me against the lockers harder with his weight and I can quickly feel the room become hotter. Our lips stay glued together: I start to pant, he does too and I love that I'm causing it. My right hand lowers from his neck down to his chiseled chest, god he's so hot. His arms now on either side of my head holding him up from the lockers. I run my fingers along the outside of his biceps, flexing as he controls himself. Further along his arms I reach his wrists and pull them down so that his hands lay on my hips. He instantly grips them and pulls me even closer to his heated body. I smile through our messy kiss as he has complete control over me and I don't think he knows it. My arms find their way back on his shoulders and my hands in his hair while our tongues fight for dominance.
          Out of no where he bends down slightly breaking our kiss, his hands somewhat above my ass and lifts my feet off the ground to sit me on the table beside us. He stands between my open legs but our faces our now eye level. Our eyes still closed, but his lips now connect to my neck and I can't help but shiver. With one hand he holds my neck to one side for the other is for his tongue and lips, the other hand slides the fabric on my shoulder down to reveal it completely. It's such little amount of skin but he makes me feel utterly bare. His hands quickly fall to my hips to pull my open legs closer to himself. I'm just as excited as he is, I can feel it between both of us. But we are so not doing this at school right now.
          "Wait" I blurt our as I gently push his chest away. He looks confused so I explain my reason for stopping such an intense moment of passion.
          "We can't do this at school" I whisper as if anyone else were in the room, it was simply embarrassing for myself. I didn't want to hear it.
          "Sure we can" he grins and his lips approach mine once more. We connect our red, pulsating lips for a few seconds until I gain the strength to stop it again.
          "No, I won't. That's embarrassing. I've never done anything remotely like this before" I explain.
          "Okay, lets go to your house then. I seriously need you, like now." He urges.
          The simple fact that he said the only one that could help his needs is me, turned me on. Forget the stapling, I need him too.