SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN (The Breakfast Club x Teen Reader)

John Bender (The CriminalxReader)

...the switchblade came to a stop as it pointed directly at the one person you dreaded having to spend Seven Minutes in Heaven.

The criminal gave a smirk as he saw his knife was pointing at him. He shot up to his feet with extreme joy.

Oh LORD! you thought.

He had been an annoying pain in the ass since the game began with his sexual comments at everyone. You were starting to regret even suggesting this game since Bender got into it. Maybe TOO into it.

"Alright!" he said smiling with absolute delight. "You..." He pointed to you.

Then himself, "Me..."

Then at the room where you were going to spend Seven Minutes in Hell, "Room...seven minutes! Heaven!"

You get up from the floor with an exasperated sigh. He tucked his switchblade into his pocket and followed behind you. You hear the clink of his boots and wallet chain with each step.

"Nice ass, (your name)," he taunted, making a sexy growl.

You roll your eyes at this comment. Typical Bender. He opened the door to the room and let you in, gesturing it like a 'gentleman'.

"Ladies first," he quipped sarcastically.

You scoff. God! He was so annoying. He closed the door behind him. Your cheeks are blushing as the bad boy looked you over.

You look Bender over, seeing the ragged red plaid button up shirt over the long sleeved white shirt. His tattered faded pants with biker boots that were falling apart; a bandana on the left ankle. The biker gloves on his hands. His messy neck length dark hair hid the earrings in his left ear. The olive skin. His dark eyes that stared intensely at you like a predator observing its prey with a razor sharp smirk as he looked you over.

"Just so you know," he began. "I don't do that mushy, lovey dovey shit to warm you up. I go in head on whether you're ready or not."

You figured he'd say that. Given he liked challenges (which earned him seven...or was it eight, detentions in just one day), you decide to play this game by making it too easy for him. He'd probably turn it into a challenge one way or another.

"Go ahead," you said, crossing your arms.

The criminal stared dumbfounded when he heard your words. He blinked a few times as if he didn't hear you correctly.

"Wait...that's it?" he exclaimed in disbelief. "You're makin' it TOO easy for me, (your name)."

"Am I?" you challenged. "You're the one flapping your gums and not getting to work. Go ahead, you big stud. Dive in."

He scoffed. "Seriously?"

"Did I stutter?" you said with an arched eyebrow.

Another scoff from the delinquent as you press his buttons.

"God! You are so fuckin' annoying!" he retorted.

You laugh. "And you're still talking," you state. "Are you afraid?"

A derisive snort came from Bender as he heard those words. "Me? Afraid? No way." he said. "I've done this plenty of times."

"OK. So...what are you waiting for? You said you were going in head on. So go right ahead."

"Alright, (your name)," he said.

He approached you, standing about 5'10; his dark eyes are piercing yours with a wolfish expression, ready to pounce on you like a deer. He grabbed you roughly around the waist. You don't bother to resist. He pulls you into him, pressing his body into yours.