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sub!steve , eddie, or jonathan you choose they’re all adorable, but PLS best friend!character thats also kinda pervy and obsessed but not overly? like maybe you wear a short skirt or something else revealing and you notice they’re kinda 😵💫 and help them?? change anything you want though ofc
I decided to write this for Jonathan since he's literally the perviest man alive
Heatwave (J.B.)
There's a heatwave in Hawkins so you decide to wear a skirt for a change. Little do you know it's going to drive Jonathan absolutely insane.
Word Count: 2,536
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Warnings: bestfriend!Jonathan, perv!sub!Jonathan, fem!dom!reader, smut, unprotected sex, outdoor sex, swearing
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Everyday I thank the Duffers for making this man a little perv
Your hair blew around your face as the cold wind beat in the open window of Jonathan’s car. It was the middle of a heatwave in Hawkins and you were feeling its effects. So much so that you had decided to wear a skirt to school that day. Your outfits were usually low effort and extremely casual, but that day you couldn’t bear to wear pants.
So, you decided, since you were wearing a skirt, that you’d make the effort to wear something nicer to school. After throwing clothes all over your room and trying on countless different tops, you’d finally gone with a red and black tennis skirt with fishnets, a black vest top, and a studded belt. Not exactly appropriate for school but you thought you’d get away with it since no one ever noticed you anyway.
But Jonathan noticed. He’d noticed the minute you came out of your house that morning and got into his car. He’d noticed the way the skirt rode up when you sat down. He’d noticed the fishnets clinging to your thighs and how your skin bulged out between each string. He’d noticed…
“Jonathan!” you shouted, practically punching him on the shoulder.
“What?” he said, snapping out of his daze.
“Are you kidding me? You just ran a red light,” you accused him.
“Oh shit, really?” He suddenly realised he’d been thinking about your thighs rather than looking at the road. “Sorry, I was just distracted.”
“Well, focus,” you said, your heart still pounding from Jonathan’s illegal driving. “I’d rather not die today.”
You eventually made it to school with no more near death experiences.
First period math in a boiling hot classroom was not an enjoyable start to your day. Even your teacher was struggling and had resorted to telling you all to do some equations while she fanned herself with a textbook.
“Miss Y/L/N, could you please open that window back there,” the teacher said before you began writing.
You nodded, glad of the suggestion and reached for the window latch. But, of course, it was one of those windows that is literally right at the top of the wall and almost impossible for any average human to reach. You stood on your tip-toes and somehow managed to grab onto the latch and pull it open.
Little did you know that, while you were reaching, your skirt had slid up the back of your leg, revealing most of your thighs. While, the rest of the class had their heads in their books, Jonathan’s eyes were fixed on you. His leg began to bounce rapidly as he started to feel the blood rush to his crotch.
He stared shamefully at your ass, imagining what your thighs would look like perched on top of him with his fingers digging into your skin and your hand around his…
He quickly buried his head in his book when he saw you turn around. He glanced up again, just for a second to find you looking back at him. You smiled at him but you were worried. There was something off about him that day. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but something was definitely bothering him.
“Are you ok?” you were finally able to ask Jonathan at lunch. You were sitting alone on a wall outside the school building. It was more peaceful than the bustling cafeteria. And there was less chance of getting picked on by the jocks.
“What do you mean?” Jonathan said, looking up from his sandwich. He had his schoolbag on his lap for some reason. You were confused as to why but didn’t question it.
“I mean, you’ve been acting really weird today,” you explained.
“I always act weird,” Jonathan mumbled.
“Ok then, weirder than normal,” you sighed exhaustedly. “J, I’m your best friend. Please tell me.”
You innocently placed your hand on Jonathan’s arm and noticed him grip the bag closer to his body. That made you a little suspicious.
“It’s nothing,” he said defensively.
You were about to question him further when the bell rang. Jonathan practically leapt up and said, “Sorry, I’ll talk to you later,” before speeding off.
You were itching to know what the hell was going on with Jonathan and last period couldn’t come fast enough. He was already sitting at his desk when you walked in. When he saw you enter his eyes immediately averted to look out the window. You sat at the desk in front of him and tried your best not to think about him. You’d give him a proper interrogation in the car.
Your last class was English and, unfortunately, the teacher wanted all the students to read out part of the homework you’d been working on. After hearing countless dull essays from tired students, the teacher finally said, “Y/N, please stand and read the first page of your assignment.”
You did as she commanded and began to recite the start of your essay. If you’d asked Jonathan what it was about, he would’ve been stumped. Because here he was, once again, stuck in class, staring at your ass. And this time, there was no way to hide it.
He cursed you for choosing to sit right in front of him. And he cursed the teacher for making you stand up. He tried to listen to your essay but the words blurred into one as an image formed in his mind. If he wasn’t resting his chin on his hand his mouth would’ve been agape as he pictured himself running his hands up and down the soft skin of your thighs as you rode him, softly mumbling his name.
But your weren’t mumbling anymore. You were shouting. “Jonathan!” And you didn’t sound like you. You sounded like an old woman.
“Mr Byers! Pay attention and stand up this instant!” the teacher demanded.
This time his jaw did drop as he realised it was now his turn to read his essay and he’d been zoned out for the past five minutes thinking of you.
You turned around to face him as he got up to speak. His face was bright red. He cleared his throat before beginning to read his essay. You looked up at him from your seat in an attempt to reassure him. While listening to his surprisingly well written essay your eyes dropped for a second. Just a second. But it was long enough to confirm your suspicions.
You lifted your eyes back up to Jonathan’s face, trying to ignore the bulge in his black pants. Thank God he was at the back of the class in a dark corner where hopefully no one else would see. When he sat back down you turned around in your seat again, suddenly unable to look him in the eye.
The class sprang out of their seats when, at last, the final bell rang. You and Jonathan left the classroom in silence. As you walked down the busy corridor your mind was racing. You had to address the situation, right? But how? By the time you reached Jonathan’s car you had a plan.
“Give me the keys,” you ordered him, standing in front of the driver side door.
“What? Why?” Jonathan replied, confused.
“We’re going somewhere,” you answered vaguely.
Jonathan gave you a sceptical look but slowly handed over the keys.
There was little conversation as you drove Jonathan where you wanted to go. The closer you got to your destination, the more confused he got.
“Are we going to my house?” he asked.
“Not quite,” you responded.
You parked the car at the edge of the forest that surrounded the Byers’ house and gave Jonathan the nod to get out of the car.
“Oh,” Jonathan sighed in relief when he realised where you were taking him. It was a place you’d discovered a long time ago and now used as a place to hang out. A misshapen tree that bent over to form a perfect little bench. The leaf covered branches of the tree hung down, creating a dome over the bench. It was like your own personal little haven where you and Jonathan would come when you wanted to get away from the bullies of Hawkins.
“Why are we here?” Jonathan questioned you when you reached the tree.
You didn’t say anything until you were both sat on its crusting bark.
“Because we need to talk,” you replied, your expression turning serious as you stared deep into Jonathan’s eyes. He shifted his legs nervously, the close proximity between your face and his causing his pants to swell for the fourth time that day.
“Don’t try to hide it,” you said.
“Hide what?”
“You know what,” you whispered, raising your eyebrow.
Jonathan swallowed hard. He didn’t know what to say.
“I assume this is why you’ve been acting weird all day,” you said.
He nodded. “I’m sorry. I can’t help it,” he said shakily. “I don’t know why this is happening.”
“I do.” You grabbed Jonathan’s hand and placed it on your thigh. “It’s because of this. It’s because you’ve never seen me wear anything other than jeans. It’s because you haven’t been able to stop staring at my ass all day.”
Jonathan let out a quivering breath.
“I didn’t know my best friend was a little pervert,” you smirked.
“I’m sorry,” Jonathan repeated.
“No, J, it’s ok,” you assured him. “I’m trying to tell you that I don’t mind. You’re a guy. These things happen.”
“It’s just, you’ve never worn something like that before. I’m s-,”
“If you apologise one more time I’m leaving,” you said, covering Jonathan’s mouth with your hand.
You were silent for a few seconds, staring into each other’s eyes. Then, you moved your hand down from Jonathan’s lips so you were holding his chin between your finger and thumb. You pulled his face forward, forcing your lips to connect. Jonathan didn’t even flinch when you kissed him. Immediately he melted into your body and begged your mouth to open with his tongue.
But you didn’t grant him access just yet. You pulled your lips away and rested your forehead on his.
“You want some help with this?” you mumbled, placing your hand on his inner thigh.
Jonathan nodded eagerly and started to pull you on top of him.
“Ok, slow down,” you chuckled. You got up from the tree branch and were about to pull off your fishnets when Jonathan stopped you.
“No,” he said quietly, grabbing your hand. “Can you keep them on please?”
“Shit, you really are a little creep, aren’t you?” you smirked.
Jonathan’s face flushed as he fumbled with his belt. He almost sobbed when his dick was finally released from his tight pants.
You got on his lap, knees on either side of his thighs, and hovered above his dick.
“You must be so desperate if you’ve been like this all day,” you said, running you hand through his hair. He let out a quiet whimper in response.
“You sure you want me to help you with this?”
“Yes, yes please,” Jonathan whispered, wrapping his hands around your waist.
You pulled your fishnets and underwear to the side. Jonathan let out a loud moan as you guided him inside you.
“Shh, J,” you hushed him. “We may be in the middle of nowhere but sound travels.”
“Sorry,” Jonathan mumbled.
“And what did I say about apologising?”
This time he stayed quiet.
Your thrusts were slow and deep. Jonathan’s fingers dug into your sides as he willed you to pick up your pace.
“Faster, please,” he begged.
So, instead, you stopped. You sat on his dick, taking all of it inside you. Jonathan whined at the lack of movement. You ignored him.
“You know, it’s really misogynistic of you to only find me attractive when you can look up my skirt,” you said, wanting to watch him squirm for just a bit longer.
“I find you attractive all the time,” Jonathan replied, his eyes shut in concentration.
“Well, you’re not getting a boner every day, so obviously you don’t.”
“Do you have any idea how difficult it is to look at you every fucking day and not get hard,” Jonathan explained. “The only thing that keeps me going is the fact that when I go home I can…”
Jonathan stopped, realising he had revealed too much.
“You can what?” you asked.
“Nothing,” he said quietly.
“Jonathan,” you said more sternly, staring daggers into his eyes. “You can what?”
Jonathan started to speak but he was too quiet.
“Speak up or I’m leaving you out here and you can sort out your little situation by yourself.”
That was one thing Jonathan didn’t want, so he raised his voice.
“I have photos of you,” he began. “And I, uh-,”
“Wait, photos? What photos?” you demanded.
“Nothing creepy, I swear.” You couldn’t tell if Jonathan’s face was red with embarrassment or the heat. “It’s photos that you let me take of you for art class last year.”
“Ok,” you said. You could feel him twitching. “And what do you do with these photos?” you asked, already knowing the answer.
He looked up at you with pleading eyes. You felt his breathing get faster.
“You don’t wanna know,” he finally said.
“Oh, I think I do,” you smiled, beginning to roll your hips back and forth again just thinking about it.
Just that slight movement set Jonathan off again. He couldn’t stop the grunts and whimpers escaping his lips. You thought if you couldn’t stop him from making noise, you could at least muffle it.
You pressed your lips against his again, this time allowing your tongues to intertwine.
“Y/N,” Jonathan groaned desperately into your open mouth.
He was practically ripping your shirt with his hands so you started to increase your speed. Now you were kissing him to hold back your own moans, as well as his.
You reached up to grab one of the tree branches behind Jonathan’s head as you started to feel your stomach tighten.
“Do you want to cum, J?” you asked, pulling away from his lips.
“Yes, so bad,” he whined. “Please, can I?”
You nodded and almost immediately you felt Jonathan spill out inside you. He threw his head back and moaned your name louder than before. But you were too tied up in your own high to tell him to be quiet.
When you eventually stopped your movements the two of you were out of breath and sweating. The sun was beating down on you through the trees, wiping any energy you had left.
You climbed off Jonathan’s lap, adjusted your underwear and sat back down on the tree branch. Jonathan’s hands shook violently as he attempted to do up his pants.
You both sat, staring up at the sky, neither one of your daring to speak. Until Jonathan broke the silence.
“Is this going to be really awkward now?” he asked timidly.
“I don’t see why it should be,” you responded, turning to face him.
A small smile spread across Jonathan’s face. “So we’re still good for movie night on Friday then,” he said.
“Uh-huh,” you replied, squeezing his leg. “I’ll even wear a skirt if you want.”
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jonathan anon again lol!!! I love him so much. how about him introducing shy!you to his mom <3 ur super nervous she won’t like you but she totally adores you
Jonathan's stepped up to slot his keys in the door, and you consider using the time he's not paying attention to you to make your escape. You could do it, beeline back to his car, hotwire it, drive off into the distance with no planned return. But then he might have to walk to school, and you don't want him to have to do that. Before you can decide to sprint anywhere, the lock clicks, and the door swings open at his push.
"Mom," He calls into the house, rather unceremoniously, which makes you nervous, "I'm home, and I brought Y/N!"
"Oh!" A voice comes from the kitchen, honey-sweet but slightly flustered, "Oh, I'll- I'll be right there!"
"Jon-!" You swat at Jonathan's shoulder, hissing at him in a panic, "You said she knew I was coming!"
"No, I said she said you could come over anytime," He corrects you, dropping his backpack on the couch, "So I brought you over today."
This is a disaster. You're now an unexpected, barely-invited guest in the Byers household, and only your boyfriend really wants you there. You've met Will a handful of times, during pick-up or drop-off or just out and about, and he seems to like you, but you're sure he doesn't want you popping up in his living room unannounced. You'd been invited for dinner by your boyfriend, but you're not sure his mother has made enough, so you're not only intruding on their life, but you're putting the extra stress of another mouth to feed on her plate, and she's going to hate you for the burden you're causing, and-
"Will you stop burning holes in the wall? That's a picture of me, you know," Jonathan scoffs, tramping over to where you'd been zoning out to panic and pulling the frame off of the wall, "You're supposed to think I'm cute."
"That's- That is cute," You wanted to respond with a lot more fire than that, due to the nature of your boyfriend's planning abilities, but admittedly, the baby photo of him in nothing but a diaper is adorable. You can see the chubby rolls of his arms and legs, and his stomach pudges out in a round shape you're sure his mother kissed a thousand times.
"-but this is not fair to your mom! She probably didn't make enough, and now I look rude for showing up unannounced, and-"
"She always makes more than enough," He assures you, setting the picture frame down on the table and taking your hands in his. He has a way of looking at you while he speaks that calms the frantic beating of your panicked heart, and you let yourself get lost in his comforting aura for a moment. "She makes one giant meal on Monday nights, then we eat the leftovers until Sunday. Your one portion will not destroy the fabric of the household, Y/N."
"But it'll be one less portion for someone else," You fret, and you know his resulting glare is meant kindly.
"Will has a bad habit of sneaking into the kitchen for midnight meals. You'll just be preventing me from waking up to hear the microwave at one in the morning, babe. You're doing everyone a favor, here. Plus, my mom really wants to meet you. She bugs me every day about bringing you here, just because you're unexpected doesn't mean you're unwanted. Okay?"
You hear frantic footsteps from the kitchen, and nod before she has a chance to catch you in a freak-out, "Okay, Jon, okay."
"Okay." He grins at you, turning in sync with you just in time to see Joyce round the corner out from the kitchen, stuffing an apron onto the counter that she's clearly just taken off.
Her face lights up when she sees you, especially when she notices that Jonathan still has one of your hands in his own. She rushes for a hug, gushing "Hello!", and you're happy to let her engulf you in her embrace.
"Hi," You return just as enthusiastically, if not a little nervous, "Hi, I- I hope I'm not intruding."
You ignore the way Jonathan huffs out a sigh at your near-apology.
"No! No," Joyce pulls back from the hug, keeping her hands on your shoulders and shaking her head, a deep frown over her features, "No honey, not at all! I mean," She brightens, eyes wide, "I was really starting to think he'd made you up, or something! I mean I've been asking for ages, I- I was starting to worry." She concludes, a little drearily. Jonathan had admitted that he was nervous to bring you over in case you were expecting something better, something nicer, something newer, but a newer house with newer contents wouldn't hold the memories you see so plainly here, and you look around to admire the photos displayed.
"It's wonderful here," You promise, feeling Joyce's hands drop to your own and squeeze, "I've never seen baby pictures of Jonathan."
"Oh, I have a bunch." She grins, and Jonathan pales beside you.
"She's seen one!" He attempts to diffuse her excitement, "The- the one on the wall, mom. She's seen me in a diaper, isn't that enough?"
"No, she needs to see you in your Donald Duck Halloween costume," She insists, "After dinner- we're having spaghetti, honey, I hope that's okay." She cuts herself off to peer worriedly at you, and you nod vigorously.
"Oh, great! Okay, after dinner, I'll get the photo albums down, alright? And we can make fun of him," She looks far too eager to tease her son, "Does that sound good?"
"That sounds great," You laugh, at the same time Jonathan groans the opposite.
"Oh, stop," She swats at his chest, "You get to see her all the time, now let me take over."
"Not if you're gonna embarrass me!" Jonathan gripes, turning to you, "Y/N, don't hold my preschool drawings against me. I've gotten better with time, I swear."
"He hasn't," Joyce stage-whispers to you, then gushes to Jonathan, "Of course you have, sweetheart."
She's tugging you off to the dinner table without another word, and you glance back with a grin at Jonathan who looks half-mortified and half-fond.
"Now, sit," She pulls a chair out at the table for you, "And talk, I wanna know everything about you!"
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"In Your Dreams" ~ J. Byers
Summary: When Reader is having a hard time with her Halloween makeup, she uses Jonathan as her canvas to practice.
Pairing: Jonathan Byers x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 634
Content Warning: mild sexual humor, mild horror movie talk (Freddy Krueger is mentioned a couple times), lmk if i misses anything!
Extra Notes: this reads a lil bit like they're in high school but i promise that wasn't my intention lol! no established ages so Reader and Jonathan can be 18+ if you so wish, or not if you'd rather they be younger than 18 lol
Originally Written: 10/26/2023 through 10/27/2023
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"Hold still," you complained, eyeliner pencil in hand.
Jonathan grumbled, though a smile never ceased from his lips. "I am holding still!" he rebutted. "I'm just scared you're gonna take out my eye with that thing."
This started about twenty minutes prior, when you were telling him how nervous you were about your Halloween costume. The two of you had settled that you would go as Freddy Krueger and he'd go as Glen, but the prospect of all that makeup seemed a bit daunting to you after you'd agreed.
Thus, you found yourselves lying on the floor of your bedroom, eyeshadow palettes and lipstick tubes spread about as you practiced the makeup on Jonathan. He'd been ever the sweetheart about the ordeal, simply letting you paint his face however you'd like.
"You'd never make it as a woman," you argued, going back in with the eyeliner.
Jonathan ran a hand through his already messy hair. "I don't know why you're so stressed about this. I mean, isn't Halloween supposed to be fun? Isn't this stress taking the fun out of it for you?"
You countered his statement with a look of exasperation. "Of course you get to say that. All you do is have to throw on some sweatpants and an old tee shirt and call it a night. I have the hard job."
He sensed your frustration, a loving hand meeting your knee as he flashed you a sideways smile. "Sweetheart, it's just a Halloween costume. You don't have to freak out about the whole thing. I just want you to have fun."
Your heart swelled with adoration for the boy in front of you, a million butterflies fluttering around in your belly at his kind words. "I know, and I appreciate that. But it's our first Halloween as a couple, Jon. And I really want to see the look on Carol's face when we beat her and Tommy at the couples costume contest."
A light snicker tumbled out of him as he pulled you closer, his hands settling on either side of your face. "And you will. Because you have one thing that Carol doesn't."
"A brain?" you laughed. Your eyes met his, a thousand hidden emotions swirling around in those chocolate brown eyes you loved so much.
"Okay, two things," Jonathan chuckled. "A brain, and the fact that you're already gonna be the prettiest girl at the party, with or without makeup."
The butterflies somehow increased tenfold as your lips met his, chapped skin against chapped skin that was somehow your favorite feeling in the world. The bergamot scent of his cologne filled your senses as he pulled you close, tugging your body down with his as he fell back on the carpet. The action elicited a giggle from you, tumbling out of your mouth and into his.
Finally, you pulled away, looking down at him with slight confusion. "What are you up to, Byers?"
"Nothing. Can't a guy compliment his girl?" he asked, faking innocence.
Your eyes narrowed in on him. "You keep acting like this, and you'll be doing a lot more than complimenting me."
"Maybe," Jonathan pulled you down for a short peck, "that's the point."
Your bubble of bliss was popped by a knock on your door, followed by your mother insisting that it was time for bed. You scrambled up from the floor, pulling Jonathan with you and rushing him toward the window where he'd climbed in earlier.
"Good night, Freddy," he joked, leaning in for one last kiss.
"Oh, it will be. I'll see you later… in your dreams," you joked, wiggling your fingers at him to emphasize the spookiness of your words.
The boy simply snickered as he began to make his way out of your bedroom window. "I look forward to it, then."
taking this time to make a formal apology for posting so late in the day lol! it was never my intention to not post today (since it's now after midnight here lol) but the day got away from me and i never found time to edit and post until now lol! hope you guys are well and enjoying all the fics so far! 🫶🏻
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Your Love
Pairing: Jonathan Byers x Fem! Reader
Requested?: Yes
Summary: Playful moments with Jonathan Byers.
WC: 1.4k
Warning/s: none, just pure love and fluff
Note: this is a petition for jonathan byers to break my back love me
GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!
“What are you doing?” Jonathan asks from beside you as his arm started to strain from you holding onto it for a while now. The two of you were in his room, spending the afternoon together. The two of you were the only current people in the Byers household since Joyce had to go to work and Will was off and biking to get to Mike’s.
It felt odd having a relaxing day with all that’s been going on, it felt like all of you never really got over what happened the past couple of months, that’s when you decided to hang with Jonathan today, and knowing Jonathan, he wouldn’t say no to you.
“Hold on, I’m almost done.” You say, holding onto his arm firmer as you placed the last finishing touches of yet another drawing on his arm.
Jonathan stared at you watching as you remained focused on completing your task, your face contorted in determination as he felt the pen drag on his skin. He never realized when this started between the two of you, often the both of you would be together and then by the end of the day Jonathan would find little drawings and phrases of adoration littering his arm.
He never found it annoying, in fact, he has found comfort in this little act. The silence occasionally disrupted by your little hums of satisfaction, the way your hand held his arm, the way he’d notice how you’d absent-mindedly stroke his skin with your thumb as you drew. He almost forgot the numbing strain just by staring at you. Then his eyes shifted to the drawing on his arm.
“A flower?” He asked curiously in a whisper as he tilts his head to get a better view.
You look up at him and his eyes flickered to you. You smiled and went back to drawing. “Well, not just any flower,” you say, slightly frowning as you rubbed a little stray ink away. Jonathan raises his eyebrow. “It’s a honeysuckle.” You answered.
“Ah, it looks cool.” Jonathan noted. “Actually,” You swallowed, “Did you know that honeysuckles symbolize affection? Pure happiness even.” You finish.
Jonathan nods, processing the information. “No, I didn’t.”
“Done.” You say smiling up at him, finally letting go of his arm. Jonathan frowned at the loss of contact but it faded as you held his arm again and slowly inched it to his face so he could see the full drawing. It was amazing, it looked almost like a tattoo.
“Since they symbolize happiness and love, I thought it’d be nice to put it on you… since you make me happy and these vines,” You shy, taking your finger and carefully going over the vines you’ve drawn on him. “They say it also symbolizes the form of a lover’s embrace.”
Jonathan could notice how the vines almost clung and wrapped around each other, before looking at you.
“Since like I said, the symbol of love… I think it fits because…” You muttered, you’ve probably said the phrase probably a thousand times before but every time you felt yourself uttering it out loud your heart always skipped a beat, and Jonathan could feel the same.
“Because I love you.”
Jonathan had his hand acting on its own as it carefully held your neck, pulling you towards him to capture your lips in a sweet kiss.
“I love you too.”
Then there was a night where all the gang were gathered at Mike’s house for a little hang out in the basement or as Dustin dubbed it as “Movie Night with the Gang”
You and Jonathan were on the left side of the couch, while Nancy and Steve were arguing about the plot of the movies about to be watched, while Dustin and Mike were setting up the TV. Lucas and Max were too busy with each other, Will was reading the back of the case that held the tape for the movie and Eleven was curiously watching Dustin and Mike.
After everything had been set, including blankets and food being passed around, it was time to watch the movie.
You were halfway through when Jonathan nuzzled up next to you, his head resting on your shoulder as you comfortably wrapped an arm around him to nudge him closer to you whilst the two of you shared the blanket. Your hands started playing with the collar of his shirt, then it slowly travelled to his hair. It was soft and you found yourself twirling a strand before running your fingers through his scalp.
Jonathan let out a small hum which sounded more like a soft groan. Your eyes switched from the movie to him. “Something wrong?” You whispered in order not to distract the others.
“Mm, no. If you keep doing that, I’ll miss the movie and fall asleep.” He slightly chuckled which made you laugh.
“Hey lovebirds! We’ve still got a movie to watch!” Steve said which made all eyes turn to the pair of you.
“Shut it Harrington, we’re watching!” You replied. “You better be!” He retorted.
Few months passed and now you were in the forest.
You felt his gaze on you followed by the clicking and snapping of the camera. “You trying to spy on me, Byers?” You teased him, turning around to meet him face to face. He rolled his eyes, smiling as he set the camera down. “I don’t know, you make a pretty good candid.” He said.
“Try me.” You say with a laugh, trying to pose for the photo. Jonathan smiled wider and wasted no time bringing the camera up to take a picture of you.
It went on for about a while, Jonathan taking pictures of nature and you. Only you noticed he hasn’t taken any pictures of himself. “Hey, babe?” You ask as he takes another snap at the sky with the trees.
“Hm, yeah?” He replied.
“I just noticed; you take pictures of everything but yourself.” You said, stepping towards him. “And?” He looks at you. “Why don’t you take any?”
“Apart from I have only two hands, I don’t find a reason to.” He joked.
“Why not? And hey, you have me!” You gestured to yourself. “I can take a picture of you.”
“Nah, it’s fine, never really liked looking at myself in pictures anyways.” Jonathan responded.
“Jonathan, as much as I love seeing your pictures come to life, I would also love to see the creator of these beautiful portraits with them.” You walked closer towards him, placing your hands on his that held the camera.
“I know what you’re doing (Y/N), it’s not gonna work on me.” Jonathan said, trying to avoid you but the smile he was failing at hiding said otherwise.
You laughed and your hands made its way to his face, making him look at you. “Please? You never know how handsome you look.” You pleaded.
Jonathan closed his eyes and shakes his head. “Nope, not going to work.”
“Just one- or how about, every picture I take of you… you get a kiss?”
Jonathan’s eyes suddenly opened, looking at you. “Hm? Come again?”
“You heard me.” You pursed your lips teasingly.
Jonathan stares at you for a moment before sighing in defeat. “Alright, but- you do know how this works right?”
You gave him a mocked look of hurt. “Jonathan Byers, what am I? Born and raised yesterday? Of course, I know how to work a camera! Not to mention I have one hell of a photographer of a boyfriend.”
Jonathan blushes at your words with a shake of his head. “Just making sure.” Before he removes the sling off his shoulders, passing the camera to you.
“You won’t regret this, I promise!” You said, putting on the sling over your shoulder and handling the camera carefully.
You set it up, then pointed the camera at Jonathan. “So, uh, what am I just going to stand- or-?” He asks unsure. “How about you act like I’m not here and walk around okay? Feel everything that’s surrounding you.”
Jonathan did what he was told, and you couldn’t believe the number of pictures you took.
But your most favorite one was where he was looking straight at the camera with that smile of his.
“Alright that’s enough, missy.” He says laughing, going over to you, and covering the camera.
“I was just starting to have fun!” You jokingly complained. Jonathan shook his head. “We had a deal, remember?”
“What deal was it again?” You teased.
“One picture equals to a kiss if I heard that right?” Jonathan teased back.
You tilt your head as you start to walk back as a devious smile set on your face.
“That is if you can catch me, Jonathan Byers.” Was the last thing you said before you raced towards the car.
Jonathan shook his head, stepping to prepare for a run. “Oh, I will.”
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"Love Potion No. 9" ~ J. Byers
Summary: When you and Jonathan visit a witch on your hunt for something supernatural, you don't expect to leave with ever-growing arousal between your legs.
Pairing: Supernatural Hunter!Jonathan Byers x Supernatural Hunter!AFAB!Reader
Word Count: 2,106
Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) unprotected piv sex, cowgirl activities, car sex, love potion/aphrodisiac consumption, dry humping for a second, explicit language, lmk if i missed anything!
Extra Notes: does this read a little bit like a Supernatural fanfic? maybe. but i can't be blamed when Jonathan just feels so Winchester-coded.
Originally Written: 10/12/2023
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Neither of you were quite sure how it happened, but your latest hunt had led you into the home of a witch. Low-hanging ferns and wind chimes and twinkly lights filled the area, the scent of frankincense heavy in the small space.
"Don't mind the smell," she'd said, "Figured I should cast some sort of protection over my home with that thing running loose."
After talking with the woman for a while, you and Jonathan had both silently come to a mutual conclusion: that this thing was a werewolf, and a rabid one at that, and it wouldn't stop until it had consumed as much blood as possible.
"Would you mind if we grabbed a bottle of water?" you asked, standing up from your spot on the lumpy sofa.
The witch shook her head. "Not at all, dear. Kitchen's just through that doorway. I think I'm gonna go have a quick smoke out on the porch." Your brows furrowed at her statement, but she quickly rebutted, "I'll be fine. I keep a gun by the door and I'll use my frankincense spray to help ward him off."
And with that, she was headed out the front door, leaving you and Jonathan to yourselves.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Jon asked, leading the way into the kitchen.
"Werewolf?" you asked, arms folding in front of your chest.
He gave you a quick nod, opening the fridge and pulling out two water bottles. "Yeah, and a rabid one at that."
"Which means there's probably another one close by that gave it to him," you commented. You quickly grabbed one of the bottles from him and took a long drag of the liquid. It had been hours since you'd stopped for food or drink or gas, and the water was like nectar from the gods to your desperate and deprived taste buds.
Jonathan chuckled at your behavior, but took a long drink from his own bottle. After gulping down the liquid, he concurred, "That's what I'm thinking too."
"So, how do we find them?"
He shrugged. "Wait. The wolves around here only come out at night so we wait until sundown, then hope to God that we're right about where they're hunting."
After a few minutes had passed, the lady had joined you back in the house, leading the two of you back into the living room. As the conversation carried on, you started to feel a strange, warm tingle in your belly. You attempted to shake off the feeling, but your body heat picked up and the feeling grew stronger.
"Jon," you whispered into his ear, "can we please go? I'm not feeling well."
Jonathan had a sort of flushed look to his face, and you assumed he must've been experiencing a feeling similar to yours. As you stood, he quickly side-stepped behind you, almost strategically placing you in front of him.
You both managed a rushed goodbye before heading out to the car, the warmth in your stomach quickly turning into a feeling you could identify— arousal.
The ride was silent, save for the tape playing quietly on the radio. Your legs clenched together involuntarily as a familiar wetness formed between them. Curiosity got the better of you as you looked over at Jon, who was white-knuckling the steering wheel like his life depended on it.
You came to a stop at the end of the nearly abandoned road, no other cars in sight as Jonathan approached the stop sign. He shot you a quick look, trying to act as casual as he could. "You alright?"
You swallowed the hard lump in your throat, nodding much more enthusiastically than you should have. "Yeah, I'm totally fine." A heavy silence took over the air for a couple seconds before you awkwardly asked, "What about you?"
He quickly nodded as well, avoiding eye contact with you. "Yeah, I'm good."
Another round of heavy silence came over the small space, Jonathan opting to break it by clearing his throat. He mumbled something to himself as he started to take off again, the car gradually gliding toward a speed bump.
You tried your best to hold it in, but it was almost compulsory the way a moan flew out of you when the speed bump caused your jeans to hit your core in just the right spot.
Jonathan hit the brakes right there in the middle of the road, an erratic look coming across his face. "You too?!" he asked in surprise.
You knew it would do you no good to lie, not after the way your mouth had just betrayed you. "You think she put something in that water?"
Sweat was cascading down both of your faces, each of your breathing already speeding up. "I don't know," he answered, his expression changing to one of shyness. "What are we gonna do?"
You thought for a moment, quickly going over your options. You could wait it out, but that might be miserable. You supposed you could pull over and one of you go into the woods, discreetly giving you both time to get yourselves off, but that would chance one of you getting taken by something in that clearly haunted forest. The third option was one you truly hated to think, but you supposed it might be your best bet.
"Quick, get me that dropper out of the trunk. It's in the case with my dagger."
He pulled off to the side of the road, giving you a questioning look. "Why-"
You all but pushed him out of the car, urging him to not ask questions. While he grabbed the dropper, you unscrewed the lid to both bottles of water. When he got back, you dropped a tiny dab of the liquid in the tube down into the bottles of water. You watched as the water turned a bright sapphire blue, knowing all too well what it meant.
"Fuck," you exclaimed exasperatedly, your hand meeting your temple.
Jonathan met you with a confused look, brows furrowed tight together. "What? What does that mean?"
"That bitch gave us a serum of desire."
"A what?"
You sighed, though you couldn't ignore the growing feeling of arousal as you looked into his eyes. "It's a potion to make us realize our deepest desires."
He went from confused to downright dumbfounded. "So, our deepest desire is… each other?" You nodded in reply. "Well, what do we do?"
"We have no choice but to confront our deepest desire. It's the only way it'll wear off."
The two of you sat in silence for a moment, shock and lust wafting through the air as heavily as the frankincense had earlier. You tried to think of any other way to make the potion wear off, but deep down, you knew there was only one way to get rid of this feeling.
"So…" he said, the word lingering.
"So…" you repeated.
Jonathan was the first to make a move, which surprised you, given his hatred of confrontation. "Can I… kiss you? I-In the backseat?"
He didn't have to ask twice. You were practically shoving him into the tiny backseat, climbing on top of him in record speed. The idea of doing this with him had you embarrassed, given your practically life-long crush on the man, but at the current moment, the serum was working hard to dilute all thoughts of rationality.
Your lips connected, heavy breaths flowing out of your mouth and into his as his hands landed on your waist. He pulled you down the expanse of his thigh, guiding your center along his denim-clad leg. Your hips were grinding all on their own, a moan slipping from your kiss-swollen lips as your jeans brushed your clit just right.
"Do you wanna," he started to say, being cut off by a needy kiss, "get off like this? Because this," another kiss, "is perfectly fine to me."
You shook your head, your tongue slipping between his parted lips as you continued humping his leg, your pleasure already nearing its peak. "Need more, please."
Your fingers slipped into his hair, tugging at the light brown strands and eliciting an absolutely beautiful noise from the man underneath you. You wanted to bottle that noise up and play it on repeat for hours, music to your ears.
He made quick work of his jeans, sliding them down just enough to release his cock. You moaned at the sight, torn between taking it in your mouth or putting it exactly where you needed it. The latter won as you made quick work of your own pants, Jonathan letting out another one of those gorgeous sounds at the sight of your wetness.
Without any resistance on your part, he was lowering you down his length, his head falling back against the car door. "Oh, holy fuck," he sighed, his eyes going glassy. Your hands moved to his bangs, moving the sweat-sticky hair away from his eyes to give you both an unobstructed view of each other.
You were the first to move, nearly cumming right then as the head of his cock brushed against that wonderful spot inside of you. Labored breaths filled the air as the two of you began to create the perfect rhythm between your bodies, his balls slapping against you every time you slid back down his length.
Your lips reconnected as you rocked up and down on him, tongues roaming freely inside one another's mouth. The car was undeniably rocking, anyone who drove past would know exactly what you were doing, but the slight movement had him bucking up into you even harder, and secretly you were thankful you'd decided to do this here.
Your hand roamed down to one of his, bringing his calloused fingers to your clit. "Touch me, right there, please," you all but begged, guiding his fingertips in the exact rhythm you craved them.
The pad of his thumb was rough, but only brought your orgasm closer. His opposite hand moved to grab the supple skin of your hip, guiding you along his cock and bringing him closer to the edge as well.
Your own hands gripped his shoulders for dear life as your climax washed over you, your cunt sucking him deeper inside you as your legs began to shake. "Shit, Jonathan," you whined, your hips speeding in hopes of bringing him to his own release.
"Fuck, where do you need it?" he groaned, his dick throbbing inside of you.
"What?" you breathed heavily, still working yourself through possibly the best orgasm you'd ever felt.
"Can I cum inside you?" he asked, somewhere between begging and demanding.
All words left your body as his finger continued to work at your swollen clit, so you simply opted for a nod of the head.
As if on cue, he was filling you up with every last drop of his seed, both of your bodies falling limp against each other. "Oh, my God," he sighed, his breath hot as it fanned around your ear.
The serum was already wearing off your body, realizing what you'd done. You wanted to enjoy this moment, to just be with him, but you couldn't deny the logical thoughts that had started to flood back into your mind. "Oh, my God," you repeated, nearly a whisper as you lay on his chest.
"We really just did that, didn't we?" he asked, a hand moving up to brush softly over your hair.
You let out a soft, amused huff as your eyes finally met his again. You swore you saw his eyes sparkling as he looked at you, an expression of adoration coming over his features. "I guess we did," you laughed lightly.
"Are you mad about it?" Jon asked, his tone seeming genuine.
This time, your brows furrowed. "Why would I be mad?"
He chuckled, leaning to kiss your cheek. "Just checking to see if you'll kill me the next time I ask to kiss you in the backseat of my car."
Another amused giggle fell from your lips. "I wouldn't dare. You're too valuable to kill, no matter if we enjoyed ourselves back here or not."
A playful pout flashed across his face. "Are you saying you didn't enjoy yourself? Because it seemed to me," he paused, moving to suck a harsh kiss on your collarbone, eliciting a gasp from you, "like you were really, really enjoying yourself."
"How long until sundown?" you asked, all breath escaping your lungs for what felt like the hundredth time that day.
Jonathan spared a quick glance at his watch. "Probably another half hour, maybe forty-five minutes if we're lucky."
"Better make it count, then."
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Jonathan Byers x amab reader Harrington? Maybe Steve has a twin brother who comes home from another state and sees Jonathan in the school one day and finds him attractive? So he starts hanging out with him more, and they get really close, way too close even, and they start going out in private, and then one day Jonathan just rails him in his car?
WORTH YOU. + JONATHAN BYERS
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synopsis. you'd spent a lot of time with Jonathan, and before you knew it, your feelings for him had surfaced. you tried to hide the uneasy feeling that surrounded you whenever you two hung out alone.
author's note. the kissing scene is inspired by my favorite book “Perks of being a Wallflower”. I was literally reading it before writing it and went….wait. also sorry that its kinda long i got so into the show that i'm watching and just mashed together ideas.
[ ❥ ] pairing. jonathan byers x reader
[ ❥ ] word count. 7.4k
[ ❥ ] genre & warnings. 18+, male reader, twin reader, black sheep, top!jonathan, bottom!reader, heavy angst at the start, mentions of mental illness, outcasts, internalized homophobia, messy confessions, pining, first kiss, first time, not show canon cause idc, oral (m), jonathan giving that gawk gawk 9000, kind of discrete sex, fuckin in a car, fingering, unprotected sex, biting, grammaly is my beta reader sorry for the mistakes
You never considered Hawkins, Indiana to be a fucked up place; moreover, you just thought the town was pretty washed up, lacking adventure and difference.
It seemed like there would always be people in your business, no matter the situation at hand, always judging you for some gossip that had slipped from your personal life.
That had been the main reason you had to move away for almost an entire year, resting in the guest room of your grandparent's barn house across the states.
Your father made up his mind that sending you away to live with your grandparents would be better than you continuing to stay with them and being rumored to be a "tainted" child in the Harrington family. You weren't tainted, or at least you didn't believe you were.
You found yourself to just be mentally ill in terms of your lack of happiness declining all because of your parent's lack of affection growing up.
Another trait that you had gained during your very confusing journey of rocky puberty was the weird gut feeling you would get for the other boys in your class. You knew it was odd to see boys the same way your brother would see girls.
So you suppressed the feelings all the way until you wouldn't feel anything. But of course, people in Hawkins would talk.
They would talk until it would lead to the solitude of your home, the one place that you had thought to feel safe. But that was a lie as long as your father lived there.
People took notice of the way you would hang back, how you would rather be alone in your head instead of being a social butterfly like your other half, Steve.
People could purely take you apart just from one glance. Steve cares a lot about his self-image as well as the public opinion of perfection screwed into his perfect little brain.
You, on the other hand, were more carefree, wearing clothes that just felt comfortable and speaking in the same flat tone to everyone only whenever you had something to say.
You truly were the Harrington family black sheep, which didn't fit your family's perfect image, so your father did what any parent would do with their mentally ill child in the 80s: send you away to be someone else's problem.
That someone else being your kind and caring grandparents out in the sticks, their farm becoming your home for a nice handful of years, all the way until your grandparents decided that they couldn't financially care for you anymore.
You didn't blame them as they sent you back home to Hawkins, having already returned to the years of grown trauma. You were less than happy to be back home.
Along with seeing how much your twin brother had changed dramatically appearance-wise. Steve having gotten more toned from being on the basketball team.
You were visibly more scrawny, your hair longer just chin-length, not even enough care to trim it, along with your lack of pale skin from spending most of your time on the farm outside with the animals.
Steve just seemed like the more sheltered version of you, like everything that could have gone right.
You tried blending in with everyone; you tried. It seemed like people would instantly recognize you from middle school.
The rumored "other brother." eyes would be on you everywhere the moment you stepped foot through the Hawkins school hallways with your head held high and music blaring from your headphones.
You were the mystery child that everyone wanted to know. You rejected the social cue, stomped on it, and kicked it out of your way. You didn't care for the social cliches or the weird "king Steve" title your brother had earned from being Mr. Popular.
Unknowingly, you had tipped the scale that had held your high school from tumbling apart. You were off the hinges, not following any of the "rules" that Steve passed on as advice. You saw it all as just silly things that silly people follow.
Which was why you had taken a liking towards Jonathan Byers.
You hadn't known the boy earlier in your childhood, not really recognizing him as any of the kids that you would play with down the street until you realized that when you were younger, your parents practically handpicked the children that you were allowed to be friends with.
You guessed that was the main reason you attached to Jonathan so quickly; his outcast and shy demeanor just clicked with your personality.
You just being polar opposites, him just wanting to keep his head down, although out of high school, you just wanted to stand up for yourself and have fun.
The more you hung with the dark brunette, the more you realized how angry Steve would become with you, almost throwing a tantrum, seeing you sneak out only to find the Byers boy waiting in your driveway waiting to pick you up.
You didn't understand why Steve had been so pissed about Jonathan, not really caring much to listen to the whole thing with his new fling, Nancy Wheeler.
You chose to stay out of any relationships he had in hopes that he would catch the idea and follow suit.
It seemed like you had spent a lot of your time hanging out with Jonathan. If you weren't at school, you were at his place, and if you weren't at his place, you were chilling behind the counter keeping him company at his part-time job.
You two had become attached at the hip, spending so much time together that even Joyce would be surprised if she hadn’t bumped into you during the afternoons that she had been returning home from her job.
And before you know it, something clicks. Your suppressed emotions are now finally coming to the surface like a shaken can of soda.
When you realized that the feelings you had towards Jonathan were more than just wanting to be friends, you found yourself thinking of more.
You were degrading yourself by thinking of your best friend in such inappropriate ways. But you were good at pretending, masking the uncomfortable feeling that shook around you every time you two would hang out alone.
Jonathan had to pretend like he hadn't noticed, pretend like he didn't notice you slipping away from him. Getting into a heated argument with Steve, your own brother, calls you a freak.
The one person that you had grown up with being the number one reason you felt so out of place in the world, you had to run to the only person that you knew would listen.
Jonathan woke at you climbing through his widow the moon outlining your stumbling figure as you asked him if he wanted to go somewhere to talk with tears brimming your eyes.
Jonathan tiredly agrees to drive you to the Quarry. There you two sat on the hood of his car and just talked. You vented until you couldn't anymore, telling Jonathan how out of sorts you felt with your family falling into shambles. It was nice to get things off your chest.
A peaceful moment of silence falls between you two. You can hear the sound of your heart lightly thumping against your chest just as you were about to call it a night. Before you know it, you turn your head and kiss the boy next to you.
You kiss Jonathan Byers, not on the cheek, not a peck, but a full-on kiss on the mouth.
A real kiss. The full-fledged kiss happens so quickly that Jonathan sort of freezes, his hands resting along your arm as he just lets your mouth attack.
His not being able to process that your lips were moving against his mouth, the kiss doesn't last that long. You lean away and just sort of sit there, processing what the hell just happened.
"I’m sorry." Your voice whispers as you look past Jonathan, your eyes unfocused as you try to make sense of all the sudden emotions washing over you.
"No, that's okay." Jonathan replies, his tone laced with sincerity.
"Really, Jonathan, I’m so sorry."
"No, really. It's okay Y/N." There was another beat of silence as you two just took it all in. You could feel your chest rising with every deep breath you took.
You hated it.
You hated feeling everything all at once. You didn't know what to do. You just wanted it all to stop. Before you know it, Jonathan is pulling you into a hug.
It's not a crappy side hug thing that you give your relatives when you're visiting them during the holidays; it's a real hug, one that feels like he was single-handedly trying to pull you down from that gray thundering cloud you had mounted yourself on.
When you pull away from the hug, Jothan doesn't say anything. You both don't speak much after following his lead as he ducks back into the car and starts the engine, his headlights beaming awake as Jonathan halts once more, his hands hovering over his steering wheel.
Before you could ask what's wrong, he moves in to kiss you again.
And you just let him. You don't know why it felt so good or why he had done it.
You don't do much but kiss for a while, at least until your lips feel like they are starting to swell.
It seemed like Jonathan had got the same idea. He pulled away with a sort of dazed look, shaking his head before returning his attention back to the wheel.
He drives in comforting silence, your head resting against the glass of the window as your fingers grace the skin of your lips, almost like you could still detect traces of him left on them.
When Jonathan pulls into your driveway, reality hits you like thrown bricks. You don't know what to say to him, so you don't say anything. You just unbuckle your seatbelt and exit his car without saying a word.
That night you sleep staring out your window, looking at the stars as you place a pillow over your head, muffling out the bed springs from Steve’s room. You fall asleep thinking about Jonathan and how he kissed you.
You don't say much to anyone during the morning, spending most of your day just focusing on your school work as the school day passes in the blink of an eye.
The only hard part was ignoring Jonathan during the lunch period you had together. Your stomach was turning and you had met eyes from across the cafeteria.
You spin on your heels and dunk your tray of untouched food into the trash, deciding to spend your lunch period in a back hallway with music blaring through your headphones, waiting for the hour to pass.
That was how you spent the rest of the day, hiding. It wasn't until the moon was up that you found your fingers ghosting over your lips, thinking about the kiss again.
You don't know what changed in your mind, but you decided that at that moment you needed to see Jonathan again, so you rushed down your stairs and passed the group of people that Steve had invited over.
Getting the old bike you haven't ridden since middle school out of the garage and onto the road, you biked the way to the main road that led to Jonathan's house.
Your lungs felt like they were going to burst at every pedal, leaving you breathless as you just realized you were in your pajamas and socks pedaling fast enough to keep you warm from the nipping late spring weather.
Finally, skidding into Jonathan's driveway, tossing the bike into the grass.
You don’t really have a plan on what to do once you have gotten to the porch of the home.
Your mind is racing as you sort of just scratch the back of your neck before turning around and tiptoeing to the side of the house.
You approached Jonathan's bedroom window, tapping slowly on the glass with your knuckle, flinching as the curtains parted. Jonathan glances down at you with a surprised look on his face. He was shirtless.
That was the second thing you noticed. You now knew that Jonathan had slept shirtless, along with the trail of hair that ran down his chest. You were gawking at him, eyeing him like meat.
You don't say anything as he yanks open his window. You can't keep your eyes away from his chest, "Y/N? Dude, do you know what time it is?"
"I'm sorry." You've got to stop apologizing. You need to learn other words than those two phrases, but it's all you can think of when Jonathan stands shirtless in front of you.
Your eyes glisten in their wide state, Jonathan gesturing for you to come in as you struggle to climb inside through the window.
His house is silent. You tumble onto the ground, falling flat on your ass when Jonathan sighs, leaning over you to close his curtains.
"I'm sorry." You apologize again, standing up when Jonathan glances at you. As you take a step forward, your legs move on their own, closing the gap between you and him and pressing another kiss onto his lips.
Your fingers tangle in his hair as you try to ground yourself to anything. When his hands trail around your waist, grabbing you closer to him as his head tilts to the side, deepening the kiss.
Jonathan is the first to pull away for the kiss. His brow resting on yours, his breath fanning against the skin of your cheek.
"Stop apologizing all the time." was all that he had said before kissing you again.
With him taking the lead, you were starting to feel light-headed just like how you felt the day you had kissed him on the hood of his car.
The neediness in the way he had wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him like he was afraid you would slip away again.
Your heart is hammering against your chest, feeling his tongue glide into your mouth.
A moan coaxes from your throat as your hand rests against the broad middle of his chest.
The feeling of his cool skin against yours almost sent you into an orbit. Let him guide you backward until you sit against his bed.
"My mom’s in the living room, but Will’s sleeping in the other room, so we can't be loud," Jonathan whispered just inches away from your mouth. You didn't dare to speak, only nodding your head in acknowledgment, your eyes glued onto his mouth as you had craved them.
It was strange feeling so suddenly needy for him, so open with your emotions.
Jonathan smiles, almost like he had known that power he had over you, pushing you down to lie with your back against his mattress, kissing a trail down your neck before crawling on top of you.
His hands adventuring alongside the exposed part of your shirt, getting rid of the cotton shirt as you both make quick work of your pants.
Removing each other's clothes at a very frantic pace, you were both horny teenagers undressing each other for the first time, hands lingering against hot skin and lips swollen from kissing.
You don't know how to feel when Jonathan slides his hands down your body, your hips twitching off of the mattress.
Feeling his wet lips softly drag along the skin just below your belly button, eyeing your boxers as his tongue darts out to lick his lips.
It was truly a sight to behold watching Jonathan eye the outline of your growing erection, staring at it like it was the most interesting thing he had ever seen.
"Do you want to?" He asked, glancing up at you through his lashes. You swore you had just remembered how to breathe.
How to open your mouth and exhale normally, while watching yourself twitch just from the question.
You knew Jonathan felt it too; his eyes pointed down at your groin. He glances at your throbbing issues before returning his attention to you.
"P—please." You were too preoccupied with the growing need you felt in the pit of your stomach to take notice of how needy your voice sounded.
You were desperate for his touch, as you felt dizzy watching Jonathan’s fingers duck under the elastic of your underwear. Your hips arched in response to his cold fingers against your hot length.
You know you have to be quiet, your arm slung over your mouth to muffle the lewd noises that have leaked from it. Your eyes close as your hips move independently, thrusting into his touch.
Jonathan begins to stroke your cock at an almost slow and agonizing pace, cursing under your breath as precum spilled from your tip and coated his hand.
The sounds of your labored breathing and his fingers slickly jerking off your girth ripple outward throughout the dark bedroom.
You couldn’t even look at him without feeling dizzy. The brunette averted his gaze shyly, his face flushed pink as his mouth parted.
"It makes me feel…weird when you watch." What the fuck, what the fuck? Your mind was an orbit of howling, intense hormones.
You were almost convinced you had died and this was your heaven, getting a handjob from the most adorable guy that you had laid your eyes on.
With no one around to see the sinful act that was unfolding, something about how flushed Jonathan looked with him holding your cock made you feel so...discombobulated.
Jonathan just focused on making quick work with his hands, feeling you finally relax against the mattress, your legs hanging off of the edge as he sat on top of your thighs.
The weight was driving your body insane. It hadn’t helped when Jonathan surged forward. His guiding your tip passed through his lips and sat flat against his tongue, rushing all the blood to your dick.
"H–holy fuck." You stifled a grunt, your hips bucking against his mouth, his hands resting down on your hips to stop you from fidgeting.
"Be quiet." Jonathan chuckled like your dick wasn’t in his mouth at the moment, the brunette wrapping his lips over the hilt of your cock.
His tongue poked out of his mouth, inexperienced on how to take your entire length inside without gagging.
You never expected getting sucked off to feel so…good.
Sure, you masturbated like any other old teenager your age, but it was always just you and your hand going at it to the poster on your wall of Arnold Schwarzenegger and his bare muscular chest as the Terminator.
You have the poster taped up just above your headboard along with a row of other movies that you considered to be the pinnacle of film history.
It was a nice cover-up from your family, having posters of male eye candy in the room for other pleasures.
You watched as his lips, glistening spit-covered lips, took you into his mouth deeper, allowing more of your length in his mouth until his nose tickled the bush of your pubic hair.
The feeling of his tongue swirling around the trace of your vein threatened your stability; the feeling of hitting the back of his throat made your toes curl against the carpet and your head leans back.
The sound of his little gag makes you want to live there, having your dick down his throat for the rest of your life.
Your thighs twitched under him, feeling Jonathan grab your balls with his other hand.
He twisted his fingers, unsure what to do with them, before simply fondling them in his hands. It was enough for you, more than enough. Honestly, you have never felt so turned on in your life.
His head bobbing up and down your cock, you didn't know how long you went last at the sight of his puffed-out cheeks and wet lips, just drinking in the sight as time went on, not wanting the moment to end from the overwhelming experience.
Your fingers were threading through his tough, short brunette hair, trying to ground yourself onto anything that you could reach, feeling the heat from your building orgasm creep towards your boiling point.
You haven’t been so turned on in your entire life. The pleasure of having your dick sucked for the first time almost tortures you.
You wondered if Jonathan had felt the same way, wondering if he too was hard under his briefs.
So turned on from sucking your dick that there would be a dark stain of precum along with the material of his underwear.
You weren't able to tell, but the thought alone did something to you, your fingers digging into his scalp, fisting around his hair tighter.
"F—fuck." you whimpered pathetically, Jonathan’s mouth parting from your cock with a string of spit connected to his mouth, your chest caving at the sudden loss of warmth.
"If you’re gonna…do it. Can you do it in my m—mouth?" You could only nod at the lewd request, your body settling once he had engulfed your cock once more, assuming that he just didn't get cum stains all over his bedsheets as he sucked at the head of your tip.
Your teeth sink into your arm to stop yourself from moaning at the top of your lungs as you cum down his throat.
Jonathan manages to swallow everything the second it hits his tongue. you were impressed and, honestly, just more turned on.
Wiping the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand. You sat up, realizing that he had been straddling the entire time.
Your hands were reaching for his hips, and you hesitated before deciding to lean in to kiss him.
"Jonathan?" It was a record-breaking time how fast Jonathan had shot up from your lap, crawling under his blankets as you leaned down to throw yourself to the floor, tumbling under his bed the moment your face had hit the carpet.
The door just opened minutes later as you watched the dim light from the hallway leak into the bedroom, only being able to see Joyce’s shoes as she stood stock still at the doorway.
Jonathan’s soft breathing coaxes his mother into believing that the boy is truly asleep. humming to herself before shutting the bedroom door, making you exhale a held breath.
As quickly as the door shut you and Jonathan had snuck out of the bedroom window, your feet pattering against the dirt as you run for your bike.
Your head turned towards the house, afraid that Joyce would catch you sneaking out of her home at an unruly hour.
Though your worries were settled, you got to the main road and back to your home in one piece.
You'd think you’d be able to cut the kid some slack after giving you the most jaw-dropping, sheet-clenching head that you’ve ever experienced in life, but nope.
It seemed like after the blowjob accident, you were becoming even more distant with Jonathan, continually dodging him in the halls and skipping lunch for a full week.
You didn't know how long you could keep the streak going, biking to and from school every day as an amazing form of exercise, but Hawkin's weather was unpredictable.
Like today, the mornings were high and dry, the sun beaming out enough that you swore you would melt the moment you had stepped foot outside, and then the gray clouds tumbled in, rain soaking your entire outfit as you hurled your bike up the road.
Huffing as your chain had popped the moment you had barreled over a deep puddle that had sent you flying from your bike. The injuries were minor, but your ego had taken a hit.
And it was like your day was planned to get worse. Jonathan spotted you stranded on the side of the road.
Just the sight of his car pulling in next to you made your blood run even colder than the freezing temperature it already was from your clothes being soaked.
You prayed that your face masked the obvious uncomfortableness you felt as your clothes stuck tightly against your skin, a shiver running down your spine as you watched Jonathan’s eyes trace down your figure.
"You wanna ride?" He smirked, his tone hinting at a playful reference to something more sexual.
You popped the trunk of his car, stuffing your bike into his trunk and sliding into the passenger's side, your face flushed as you buckled in.
The car ride continued in uncomfortable silence. Every time Jonathan would gesture, his mouth would open just to close, not really knowing how to break the ice.
A handful of minutes passed before you realized Jonathan was driving in the total opposite direction of your home. Turning into the woods, you recognized the road instantly. He was driving to the quarry.
The moment he had shifted the car into park, Jonathan gripped the wheel with both hands, his head leaning down, a low grunt erupting suddenly as you grimaced from the cold.
Your head turning, you noticed his head tilted, his gaze fixed on you.
"What?" you asked, your tone flat.
Jonathan smirked, not hiding the fact that he was gawking at your mouth. Maybe it was because your face had flushed, making you look so fucking…attractive to him.
"Huh?" he hummed, making a scene of tearing his eyes from the trance your mouth had seemed to put him in.
"You're staring." He didn't even seem to bother with an apology like he wanted you to know that he wanted to kiss you.
"I know, I can't help it." His hands reach out to comb through your wet hair, letting his fingers scrape through your scalp, involuntarily leaning farther into his touch.
It was the type of touch that made you realize how much of an asshole you were for ignoring the only person that seemed to care about your well-being in this shit town, the only person that you were too scared to care about.
The last couple of days, you felt empty, following some pointless routine, turning corners and taking the longer route just to avoid the obvious feelings you had for the boy.
You missed listening to his confusing music talk about bands that you didn't even know existed till then, or the small "concerts" of songs you would play air guitar to as Jonathan belted in his pitchy voice to Will as you drove the younger Byers kid to school.
If your feelings were obvious to you, it didn't take rocket science to know that Jonatan knew that you liked him.
Even when your dick was in his mouth, you were afraid that it was all just some stupid prank, like he was going to pull away at any moment and degrade you for having such feelings for another male.
You just wanted to go back in time and stay, stay in the infinite where you could just be together with Jonathan without all the emotional stuff involved.
You just wanted to be able to kiss him whenever you wanted, do the things you would see Steve do to the hopelessly romantic girls that had fallen for his suave charm. You wanted to be with Jonathan like Steve was with Nancy.
It was like Jonathan had known you were thinking too hard about something, tugging at the collar of your shirt and suddenly leaning you in closer to him.
Your lips parted by reflex as he locked eyes with you, his head slightly tilting like he was waiting for you to run away, waiting for any sign of hesitation.
You couldn't handle it anymore. Your heart was not built strong enough to handle the chase. You decided to make the first move, surging forward and finally breaking the distance between you two.
You never knew Jonathan could be so touchy. The feeling of his fingers combing through your hair and settling a fist into the nape of your neck. The feeling of his palm gliding against your cheek like his fingers were guiding your face into his lips.
It all just felt so good, deepening the kiss, feeling the wet front of your shirt press against his more dry, warm chest.
A low moan vibrated against your mouth as your tongue slid into his mouth.
As if you couldn't be any more turned on, the feeling of his hand wrapping around your neck made your adam's apple bob against his grasp.
You thought it was insane how quickly your body went from freezing cold to smoothing hot in minutes, how quickly Jonathan could turn you into a human heat torch with his simple touch.
Jonathan just knew how to make you feel so relaxed like he knew your body better than you knew yourself.
The way he would coax small whimpers from your mouth, how good his fingers felt trailing under your shirt, how desperate he made you feel leaning as close as you could get without the gear shift digging painfully into your ribs.
You couldn't recall how long you were making out with Jonathan, and honestly couldn't think about anything other than the feeling of his mouth against yours, so time yourself.
The moment he pulled away, there was a damp, wet stain every place you touched him.
He was nearly as wet in your sweater as you were, and his fingers were pruned from playing with your hair. Despite having an advantage in body heat, he was now shivering from the cold.
You were both panting like you had just learned how to breathe for the first time, the sound of his harsh breathing being washed out by the loud thumping drum of rain hitting against the small car.
He looked just like a mess as you were, lips red and swollen from your sloppy excuse for kissing, pupils dilated so wide he almost reminded you of a cat, the way his face was almost a perfect shade of pink, like all the heat from his body had rushed to his face.
"Okay so," He sighed, with a shy smile on his face, his tongue tracing over the bottom of his lip.
"So we’re on kissing terms again, but not talking. I like kissing you… a lot. But I think I would prefer you to actually talk to me a bit more."His hand was stretched out in confusion, yet his smile never flattened.
You felt stuck, your mind trying to regain enough sense to find words and scramble them around to form an actual response.
“I—I don’t, well I don't know what you like, want from me I guess? Like does this make us like…official or what?”
"official," you repeat the words like they had tasted funny? Did you want to be official with Jonathan? The title was so vague in meaning that you didn't even know what it meant.
Did it mean that Jonathan wanted to have a title for whatever you two were doing? Were you even gay?
"...Boyfriends?" You answered, watching him grin over at you while playing with the cuffs of his shirt, and an eyebrow was raised.
"Boyfriends?" Jonathan repeated with a questioning tone, as if he wanted to hear you say it again.
"I want you to be my boyfriend." You spoke softly, afraid that anything could go wrong—
"I kinda want to fuck you really badly right now." oh.
He seemed to enjoy watching you squirm as if he could hear the bolts and springs banging around in your head as your lashes fluttered, your gaze blank, and your mouth hung open agape.
It only took you a few seconds to follow him to the back seat and perch in his lap at an awkward slouching angle.
It was like Jonathan could read you like an open book, kissing you along your neck as you struggled to ruin your wet jeans.
The feeling of his thumbs gently rubbing against the bare skin of your hips as you sat up to straddle him was soothing.
"I don't really know what I'm doing, but I just want you to feel good, okay?" It was a comforting warning, before the pain of his two fingers thrust into your asshole, coating it in a thin layer of his own spit, the burning sensation leaving you whimpering into the curve of his neck.
His other hand helps you hold yourself in the air, lifting your thighs for enough room for his arm to slip under and touch you, his fingers thrusting inside of you at a slow pace, Jonathan listening to the hitch in your breath to control himself as his fingers twist gently fucking your hole.
Your whining and fidgeting made him chuckle. It was weird how quickly the pain had subsided. Your eyes were squeezing shut tight one moment, then you were rocking against his hand the next.
Just getting used to the feeling that was taken away, Jonathan removed his fingers and shifted his hips up to slide down his pants, his cock springing from his briefs, neglected and leaking.
Your forehead rested against his as you slowly lowered yourself onto his tip, not bothering to muffle the slutty whimpers that passed from your mouth and echoed in the car.
Jonathan felt his dick twitch, the ache in his thighs to thrust farther inside of you, the burning need to sink himself deeper inside of you.
But he was a gentleman and let you set your own pace, your arm hooked onto his shoulder, the other fisted against the leather of the backseats.
You slowly sank yourself down onto his erected cock, a content grunt shared between the two of you as your arms wrapped around his neck.
Your thighs shifted up before slamming down a shock of pleasure, leaving you whimpering and mumbling nonsense into his ear.
Jonathan grunted, letting you use his body wholeheartedly.
The position he sat in was comfortable enough for him to chase your thrusts with his hips, having to use most of his strength to help you squat into position.
His hips slammed against yours greedily, the car rocking from the moving weight taking him as far as you could handle inside of your body.
Jonathan fucks his hip into you hard and fast. The hot feeling of his thick girth spreading you open as he fucked into you.
While his fingers wrapped eagerly around your cock, his wrist twisting messily against your cock, struggling to find a rhythm with both things occupying his hands.
You felt everything all at once, your orgasm striking you over the edge. As you spilled all over his hand, your hand fisted into his hair as the other held you upright, gripping onto the back seat.
Your muscles clench around him, your climax rippling against his cock.
"That was really, really hot," Jonathan said with a smirk. You leaned up to place a kiss against your collarbone and another just on your chin.
"But I'm not done." He was kind enough to take a moment for your orgasm to subside.
He allows you to relax once more before moving to lie down with your back against the seats, squeezing himself between your legs, giving you one more kind smile, resting his forehead against yours.
His hand hooked under the bend of your knee and pressed himself against your puckering hole. The moment he started moving inside of you again, you felt so sensitive everywhere, moaning his name like it was a prayer.
Jonathan's sucking hickeys into your neck didn't help one bit. You were moaning under his lips as you leaned your head back, accepting your fate.
Screwing your eyes and grabbing onto his shoulders, Jonathan could barely contain himself from the sight of your scrunched up, pleased face.
Thrusting in roughly, hitting the spot that made your body want to melt against him every time.
"Oh, fu—shit." With his legs trembling and fingers digging into the plush of your hairy thigh, you were suddenly aware of how hot it was in the car, sweat rolling from the hairline and making the skin on your back stick to the leather of the seats.
You had no choice but to ignore it at the moment, getting your guts literally arranged, biting your lip and curling against the cramp forming in your thigh.
The slight discomfort was just the price you were willing to pay. It was already forgotten the moment Jonathan had gripped your length that had been slapping against his chest.
stroking you through his thrust, your back arching up into him as his muscles tensed, his entire weight suddenly shifting to lie on top of you as he was quick with his hands, pulling out of you and climaxing loudly against your chest. You didn't know how much you had in you, or if it was humanly possible to cum so much.
Your orgasm is unrolling before you can even realize what's happening. Your second orgasm is already in full swing.
His long, slender fingers were trembling as he pressed soft kisses against your lips, the moment becoming more intimate as you wrapped your arms around him and held him close while you felt his cock softened and pressed against your stomach.
You rested in each other's arms for a calm moment, the sound of rain painting chorusing together with the sounds of each other breathing.
"Kinda disappointed I couldn't make you my personal twinkie." Jonathan teased, pressing his face into your chest, enjoying being wrapped around so close to you, even being covered in each other's sweat and cum. It was a loving moment that you too enjoyed.
Humming in agreement, not to the twinkie part, but to the fact that you two were content with the sex, closing your eyes and taking in the moment.
As much as you wished to fall asleep with Jonathan in your arms, you knew Joyce would freak out not seeing her son home after school without a word, warning to spare the single mother's heart attack of thinking her child went missing.
"Come on, we gotta get dressed." You whispered, your thighs wrapping around his torso and squeezing around him in a playful manner, which only made him whine and curl closer against your chest.
"No, I wanna die here, just like this."
"What if I told you we could go to my place and shower together if no one's home?" The bribe was enough for him to lift his head up and look at you. His face was still flushed as he smiled dreamily.
"Well, how am I supposed to say no to that?"
Bonus: Steve finds out.
It was a mistake to ever invite Jonathan over to your place. You had almost been dating the guy for a year and every single second he had alone with you left you sore in places that you couldn't even explain with your face flushing.
Being a gay couple during the 90s didn't help, and neither did living in a small rural town full of close-minded people afraid of change.
Any moment that was away from the public was a break away from everyone else's eyes. Being openly affectionate wasn't something you could do around Hawkins.
It was just the risk you two lovers took, and with your parents out of town most of the time, it wasn't a problem.
Being able to make out in the room in the house whenever Steve was away without being bothered.
It was all good, until the times that you wanted to hang out with Jonathan. Sometimes having to beat the boy away with a stick (metaphorically).
"I r—really have to finish, ah." You struggled against Jonathan's lips, his mouth latched onto your collarbones, nuzzling his head into your neck.
The brunette hummed against your skin, his fingers trailing up your thigh and squeezing your already growing erection.
It was like he had a bullseye target telling him the status of your dick at any given time.
"You're doing a lot of complaining for someone that's about to get their dick sucked." He mumbled, trailing soft kisses along your shoulder, a hiss escaping your mouth the second his teeth teasingly sank into your skin.
Jonathan apologized with his tongue dragging along the abused spot, sucking splotchy red marks into your skin until he was satisfied.
You knew it would be a mistake to invite your boyfriend over to study, with your household empty, your parents on a work trip, and Steve was gone hanging out with friends after school.
You were supposed to have your nose tucked away in the study packet you had for your science test, hoping that with the passing grade Jonathan had he would help you, but instead he was crawling into your lap, marking bruises all over your body.
You sighed, dropping your pencil when Jonathan took your face in his hands, tilting your chin up to peck you on the lips.
"Is this what it's like to have a boyfriend? I’m just your personal sex toy every day of the week until you suck me dry?" Your hands are grabbing at his loose hips, halting him from grinding against you but not putting much of a fight against the sudden display of neediness from your partner.
"Maybe!" Jonathan hummed, latching his mouth against the skin of your neck once more.
You exhaled a chuckle, your hands swirling alongside his hips, your thoughts starting to blank in the way Jonathan's hips rubbed against your own, the boy having so much control over you it was starting to be concerning.
"Jonathan," you moan, tilting your head back as one of his hands wraps around your neck. His hips grind down on you with even more pressure.
Just as you reached down to undo his belt, a shout of surprise broke your two apart. "What the fuck!" Steve screamed, his brows furrowed as he stood stock-still in the doorway of the family living room.
The room fell silent, only the sound of your heart hammering against your chest as Steve stared at the two of you with wide eyes.
"What are you doing here?" Jonathan asked, his tone careful as he peeled himself away from your touch, still sitting in your lap, feeling your erection pressing into his thigh. He knew that the last thing you wanted was for your brother to see your boner.
"What? What am I doing here? What are you doing here? On top of my brother?"
"Oh God, were you two about to have sex? What the fuck, what if dad came home early or if mom saw you?" You grimaced at the thought, your head leaning into Jonathan's chest to cover your face from the embarrassing situation, wanting nothing more than to crawl into a hole and stay there at least until your erection went away.
"I mean, what the hell, when did you two even start hooking up? When did you become…gay?" Steve asked, his voice just laced with confusion, raising an octave with every question.
Jonathan sighed, crawling out of your lap and replacing his presence with a couch pillow. While you lift your head, fingers interlaced with his, knowing that the tender look that Jonathan gave you was meant for comfort.
You struggled to find your voice, not even wanting to share this part of your life with your family. You never expected it to come out this way. "So, we've been dating—"
"Wait, you're dating? Like, this is a whole… thing?" gesturing towards you two, you flinched as Jonathan grunted in annoyance at his tempting already running thin, seeing how uncomfortable you were.
He knew that it had to happen one day, the day that your family, his family, his friends, and all of Hawkins knew about the relationship that you two had.
"Steve," Jonathan barged in, firmly squeezing your hand. "Yes, we’re dating. We've been dating for almost a year now, and honestly, it's been a pretty good fucking year. I'm sure Y/N was going to tell you at some point. It's just that we love each other and want to do anything to keep our relationship that way. "
"You’re in love?" Steve mumbled, staring at his twin brother with a tinge of jealousy passing through his emotions before he settled with just being happy for you.
"Well...then I'm happy for you."
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jonathan eating you out for his own pleasure 🫣🫣
CW: SMUT, 18+, NO MINORS
holy fuck i just picture this man as a whimpering mess most of the time anyway so this for me is canon.
the first time he goes down on you he’s literally drooling before he even makes contact with your pussy. you’re laying on your back with your knees up and he’s just laying between your legs fiending for the taste of you.
the first lick he takes is almost agonizingly slow; jonathan can’t believe how amazing you taste, he wants to take his time to savor it.
a guttural “mmmmm” comes from him when he firsts tastes you, too. the vibration that came from it make goosebumps stand up on your arms and legs.
he’s so sloppy with it, so much spit and drool. he CANNOT get enough. he loves wrapping his arms around your thighs to lock them in and then plunging his tongue deep inside you. it’s such a warm, nice feeling.
he spreads your lips with his fingers and kitten licks your clit; he loves seeing you twitch every time his tongue makes contact. and don’t even get him started on when he starts sucking on it.
you can feel the bed moving a lot more than you expected and when you look down past jonathan, you just see him rutting his clothed dick into the mattress over and over again. him getting you off, was getting him off.
jonathan can make you cum from his tongue alone (which is hard to do for a lot of ppl so good job johnny).
as his kitten licks speed up, his groans and vibrations get more intense. you see his hips moving at a rapid pace, which just turns you on so much more.
he continues licking you slowly as you come down from your orgasm, and after he sits up you see him shift uncomfortably.
he came in his pants.
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OoO someone who writes for Jonathan?? That's new
Okokokok would I be allowed to request reader making the first move and asking out Jonathan (or Eddie, or both, really whatever you want) on a date headcanons please :)
Ahhh hi hello, yes i just have such a soft spot for Jonathan I can’t help it!!! Also sorry it took so long to post this, life got hectic and I didn't have time to write :( I hope you enjoy it, I only wrote for Jonathan but if you want one for Eddie as well pls let me know!!
Please feel free to send in more requests, I can write blurbs, headcanons, really anything you guys want in any genre you know fluffy and sweet or angsty and all that!!!
Jonathan
The way I imagine this is that you guys have been long-time friends, both secretly crushing on each other but neither one of you had the guts to make a move
Steve and Nancy would definitely play a role in getting you guys together
Steve would be hyping up Jonathan trying to give him the confidence to ask you out
“Dude I promise you they’re going to say yes, there's no way they don’t have feelings for you”
“It doesn't hurt to try, the worst thing that could happen is that they say no”
Robin would 100% be chiming in to absolutely roast Steve
“Says you, didn’t you get rejected five times in the past week? And how have you been taking that?”
But Jonathan couldn’t imagine someone like you liking him in that way
Even at the beginning of your friendship Jonathan thought you were only friendly out of pity for him because his brother went missing
Nancy on the other hand would be giving you some tough love
“Listen if you don’t ask out Jonathan soon someone else might and there go your chances with him, so buck up and do it already I swear he likes you”
“Have you not noticed how he looks at you, god you’re infuriating”
“So what if he says no, Jonathan is not the type to end a friendship over something so minuscule like that”
“Look, I just want you to be happy, I can’t watch you longing over him anymore”
For the next week, all you heard were Nancy’s comments, and finally, you just wanted to get this over with, either you would end up with the guy of your dreams, or be forced to move on
So one night after having dinner with the Byers’, you and Jonathan head into his room to hang out and listen to the newest mixtape he made for Will
As he was fumbling with the cassette, loading it into the player you decided to just go for it
“Um, Jonathan?” your questioning tone would cause him to turn around so he could listen intently
“I was wondering if maybe you would want to go and see a movie sometime or something?
The way this dumbass still lacked the confidence in himself to believe that you were actually asking him on a date
“Oh yeah sure, did you already ask steve, nancy, and robin or do you want me to?”
This would cause your confidence to falter, breaking eye contact with him and fiddling with your thumbs
“Well, I was actually thinking, um, that maybe it could be just the two of us or something? You know, kind of like a date if you wanted to of course, but if you don’t I totally understand and we can act like I never asked…”
Jonathan would be absolutely speechless at first, you actually wanted to go on a date with him
“A date? With me? Are you sure?”
“Yeah, with you, I'm positive.”
Jonathan would make his way over to you, grab both of your hands and just look intently into your eyes
“Of course, I would love to go on a date with you”
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Dancing On My Own~ J.B
Anonymous asked:
Can I request a Jonathan fic thingy where the reader best friends with Argyle but doesn't really like Jonathan and can't put her finger on why she just doesn't. Argyle is sick of the bickering between the two because it's messing with his high so decides to do some investigating and finds out the reader secretly has a crush on Jonathan. Going to confront the reader with this information the reader confirms it by screaming "Well of course I do but I can't because he has a girlfriend" not realizing Jonathan was behind her
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His presence irked you as he sat across from you chewing on his food scraping the spoon against the bowl. He wasn't doing just for the giggles on his own but he was doing it to make you snap. The two of you despised each other, but you two had no reason to hate each other. You both never found one. It was just fun seeing each other reactions.
But it did bother, Argyle. He had to watch the two of you go back and forth acting children.
" Could you pass me that orange thing?" Jonathan says pointing across the table not bothering to even look at what he's pointing at.
" Orange thing? Man, that's not even orange or is it?" Argyle lifted it up with his hands as he squinted his eyes inspecting the thing he was holding. You on the other hand snickered watching him confuse himself with orange juice in his hands.
Jonathan wiggled his fingers around in hopes that Argyle would hand him what he wanted but instead Argyle tried to read what was on it. His eyes were wide while Jonathan dropped his spoon as he reached for something else from across the table, his hand brushed against yours since you were reaching for the same thing.
" Relax, would you?" Jonathan says. " I don't have any cooties" he rolls his eyes. " You look like you seen a ghost or something" he mumbles.
Your face was scrunched up but in reality your heart was beating against your rib cage feeling the goosebumps, hiding your hands underneath the table from both of them before they notice.
" Just eat your food, Byers" you grumbled standing up to take your plate to the sink. You turned on the water to wash the dishes, closing your eyes for a moment letting it heat up.
Jonathan Byers. He irked underneath your skin. He was loud around you and do everything he could to bother you. He knew what to say to get under your skin but yet you looked at him as if he could give you the world. He was the only guy that gave you the attention you wanted, except it was hate. You hated him.
Everything coming out of his mouth was only filing you up with anger. But you saw him in a different light, you wanted to grab his face and plant one on him to shut him up. But there was two problems, you hated him and he had a girlfriend.
Nancy Wheeler.
She was back in Hawkins, Indiana while he was here in California spending his time with Argyle and making sure to make your life miserable at the same time.
" Are you going to let the sink fill up or do you want to flood the kitchen?" a voice brought you out of your thoughts as you turn to reach to turn off the water when another hand stopped it. Your breath hitched knowing who's hand that was.
" You should pay more attention on what your doing instead of being distracted. God knows what might happen, you might burn the house down" Jonathan mumbles as he turns off the water. His breath fanned against your ear causing a shiver to go down your arms. He hadn't notched the way you froze in your spot.
He doesn't know how you feel and you wanted to keep it that way.
" You both have me stressed out, you two are something else I tell you, man" Argyle brings both of your attention to him as he rubs his forehead.
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You just came from a long day of work settling on the couch and kicking your feet on top of the table not really caring if Argyle was going to come in and smack your feet away any minute. Another body plopped down besides you as you flipped through the channels, not really bothering to look who it was.
You didn't even blink when the remote from your hands was snatched.
" Hey!" you turned your body to yell at the person, rolling your eyes as Jonathan was the one who took the remote. Figures. Who else could it be?
" I was using the remote" you gritted your teeth reaching over to take the remote away from him when he pulled it out of your reach. He had the biggest smirk on his face seeing you fail to reach for it.
" Not trying hard enough little girl" he teased wiggling in front of your face but pulled it away as soon as your hands reached for it. " Too slow" he chuckled, flipping through channels.
You huffed putting your arms across your chest.
" I hate you" you mumbled underneath your breathe. Jonathan turned his head with an eyebrow raised, " is that suppose to hurt me or something? I hate you too, little girl"
" I am not little!" you snatched the remote from him with ease, standing up dancing around with it that you won. You hadn't noticed the look on his face as he watched you, there was a small smile on his face but it was gone as he heard the door open.
He snatched the remote back from your hands as he plopped back down on the couch.
" Byers! Give me the damn remote" this time Jonathan stood up making his way around the couch. " You want it? Come get it" he says running off with it down the hall. You huffed chasing him, passing by Argyle as he watched in amusement.
He was getting tired of you and Jonathan doing this, it annoyed him. Why couldn't the two of just be civil for once? He just wants a moment for himself without hearing you call Jonathan's name or something else coming from Jonathan.
" Give it to me now!" he hears you yell, he pinches the bridge of his nose sighing, almost losing his balance as Jonathan runs past him this time almost knocking into him.
" My dudes, you almost knocked into me"
You and Jonathan apologized at the same time.
" Oh shut up!" you pointed at him.
" No, you shut up!" he pointed at you.
This was never going to end. Argyle opened the fridge only to be pushed against it.
" My dudes!"
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You passed by Jonathan's room hearing music behind the door, it happened to be one of your favorites playing. You leaned your ear against the door listening to the words when the door suddenly opens revealing Jonathan.
He gives you a look passing by you without saying anything to you. The room was messy with clothes on the floor and the bed unmade, the blinds were shut and there was only little light coming from the room.
You can smell the weed coming from the room. Argyle always gave the best stuff to his friends.
" Are you going to oogle about my room or are you going to help with dinner?" Jonathan shouted from the kitchen. He had been smoking more weed than usual, missing Nancy talking to Argyle about her and how much he wanted to see her.
Every time he talked about her, it was like a knife dug into your heart. Why would Jonathan think anything else of you? He hated you as much as you hated him. But you were confused. You watched how he was with Will, embracing him in his arms telling he was there for Will.
You had met Will too, talking to him about his friends in Hawkins while El was here with him. You knew of his feelings for his friend Mike, and how much he was hurting.
Jonathan saw you talk to Will and Will mention to him how you made him feel safe and wanted. Jonathan took that to heart as he watched you interact with his brother. Something in his stuck when he catches you hanging out with his brother.
He knows you care but he doesn't understand why out of everyone, you hated him and argued with him.
" No, I'm coming. Hold onto your-" you were cut off with Argyle finishing the sentence for you" Hold on your butts, Brocachos" he was trying to light then mood between you and Jonathan but it didn't seem to work as you quietly worked around the kitchen.
One thing that Argyle made you both promised that in the kitchen you both helped out to make dinner. You did most of the cooking when Jonathan was too baked to help as he giggled and mispronounced the wrong items throwing them into the pans and on the table.
It was the only time you would giggle around him. The sound always made Jonathan stop and watch you for a moment. It's not something he is used to hearing from a girl.
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" This spaghetti and meatballs are shamakin’, my dude" Argyle pointed with his fork to the food you cooked up with the help of Jonathan.
" Thank you" you sent him a small smile as Jonathan continued to eat like you weren't there. Things were being less and less talkative around the two of you, things were off to Argyle liking. He had heard less of you two argue and it worried him.
After dinner was done, Argyle was helping you clean up when he decided to ask.
" Why do you hate him so much, my dude?" he pointed to the door where Jonathan was in. You shrugged putting the plates into the sink to wash.
" Come on, you're my friend, Y/N. I'm not going to tell him" you simply didn't answer him. You wouldn't date to tell Argyle how you felt about Jonathan.
You were scared that if you told Argyle that he would rush to tell Jonathan and you would have no where to go.
Argyle gave up after he helped you clean up watching you shut down in front of him and it worried him somewhere. He stepped back a couple steps to see if you would question where he was going. He eyed Jonathan's closed door and down the hall where your room was.
He was. going to figure it out through the things in your room. He knows it's not nice to snoop around in your room but this had to end. He ended to know why you were like this with Jonathan. What caused you to hate him?
Argyle tipped into your room, closing the door that if he knocked into anything you wouldn't come rushing to catch him. It didn't take long for him to find out what he needed, it was right there with the words " Dear Diary" on it.
He sat on the edge of your bed as he opened it, his fingers brushing over the pages until his eyes spotted his friends name. His eye grew wide as he came to realization why you were like that with Jonathan.
You didn't hate Jonathan. You liked Jonathan, more than a friend. But he frowned knowing you wouldn't be able to be with him because he was with Nancy.
He set the diary back into his place and headed out the door before you caught him. You were just rounding the corner wiping your hands on your jeans when you noticed him closing your door.
" Why were you in my room?" Argyle's eyes grew wide as he turned to face you, panic shown in his eyes.
" My dude, I was looking if you had that mix tape that I let you have" he scratched the top of his head, slapping himself in the head mentally for not thinking of a better excuse.
" Oh!" you fished it out of your pocket and handing it to him. " Next time don't go snooping, just ask. Okay?" he nods as he hurries to his room closing the door with his back to it.
That was a close one, he thinks.
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Argyle was having trouble how to approach on this matter about Jonathan. He had been too quiet all day and it bothered you and Jonathan. Jonathan had already asked him if something was going on or something was wrong. Argyle brushed him off saying he needed to smoke some good weed and he was out of it.
He wasn't really out of it, he needed some sort of excuse to brush off Jonathan as much as he didn't want to. It was really hard for him to keep himself quiet from finding out the information he knows.
He cleared his throat once you walked through the door over looking the mail in your hands, lifting your head up with your eyebrows knitted.
" What is it?" you asked him seeing the way he bounced on his foot, the way his eyebrows crinkled together and the way he kept opening and closing his mouth.
" Argyle? Spit it out" he swallowed the lump in his throat.
" When were you gong to tell me you liked him, my dude?" all the color flushed from your face as you blinked. How did he know this?
" Argyle.." you started to say as warning on how he knows. He threw his hands up in the air, " You wouldn't tell me what's been going on with you and I got worried, so I went to your room to find out.."
A frown appears on your lips eyeing him, sighing dropping the mail on the table and one hand rubbed your forehead.
" I was never going to tell anyone, I can't. He has a girlfriend, and he hates me. My feelings don't ever matter"
" What feelings?" you heard a familiar voice as he stepped out from the hall. Jonathan stood there with his hands in his pockets as he eyed you and then Argyle. " What's going on?"
Argyle sent you a look seeing if you were going to tell Jonathan, if this secret of your was ready to be out in the open. You sighed to yourself.
" Look you weren't suppose to find out this way or ever.." Jonathan nodded as you continued. " I like you, Jonathan" his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. " You hate me.." is all he says.
" I don't, you jus annoy me sometimes. I do know that I feel something for you, and it's not hate. But I can't because you have a girlfriend while I am some dumb girl living with you two" you motion towards him and Argyle.
" I am not special or anything" you felt the tears brim. your eyes. " I-I can't do this.." you brushed past Jonathan to your room, slamming the door shut as you slide down the door with your knees to your chest as you sobbed.
He was never suppose to find out.
Jonathan stood on his spot, it hadn't not fully register that you have feelings for him. You like him. You like him. You really like him. His mind raced thinking the possibilities would be if he ended things with Nancy and gave you a chance.
No, he couldn't do that to Nancy.
" What are you going to do, man?" Argyle asked him. He shrugged, " I don't know. I really don't know" he felt his own heart crack thinking about it.
What was he going to do? He looks at your closed door and to the front door of the house.
He had two options, to see Nancy or go to your door to talk to you. He couldn't decided feeling his heart in two. He enjoyed the moments he has with you, teasing you, poking at you causing all the reactions out of you. Your giggle and your laugher isn't like Nancy's.
It's new, he likes it a lot. But he loves Nancy.
What was he suppose to do?
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requested from: @dazelhazel-blog
tags: @byersloverboy @iloveonionbowie39
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, unprotected, public sex, smut, if i miss any let me know
“what if we get caught?” you whispered as jonathan led you down the hall of the movie theater, both of you practically running into the bathroom. you’d been together for a while now and hadn’t been able to keep your hands off each other ever since.
“we won’t as long as you’re quiet.” he smiled at you as the you both slipped into a stall, locking it behind you. as soon as you heard the lock click, your hands were on each other again. you tugged his jacket off, throwing it to hang over the stall door. his lips collided with yours and his hands dipped under your shirt, sliding up your chest. you hummed at the feeling of his cold hands on your hot skin. jonathan broke your kiss for a second to speak. “arms up.”
you obeyed and he slid your shirt over your head, stringing it up with his jacket. it was nice to see him like this. risky. desperate for you. his lips connected with your neck and a hand tangled itself in your hair. his hand tugged at your hair, giving him perfect access to your neck. your hand trailed down his chest, past his waist, and you could feel his member in his pants, already hard.
“need you,” he whispered in your ear, leaving a trail of kisses up your neck as he did. “right now.” before you knew it, your pants were at your ankles, and his hung just below his hips. with one last kiss, you turned your back to him and pressed yourself to the cool metal stall. jonathan lined himself up with your core, slowly pushing himself in. “f-fuuck.”
he stayed still inside you for a moment, taking in how good you felt around him, before he started rocking into you. his hand pulled your hair into a loose ponytail, pulling you gently back to his chest. your mind was already melting, the excitement of possibly getting caught and jonathan fucking you senseless in a bathroom stall. your mouth hung open, little noises falling out every so often. jonathans leaned into you more, kissing your shoulder blades.
“you sound so pretty, baby.” he muttered against your skin. you could feel a knot building in your stomach already, jonathan was hitting every spot perfectly inside of you. he could tell you were already close, too, by how you were clenching around him. “gonna cum soon, sweet girl?” you could only nod your head ‘yes’, no words could come to your mind. you were a mess, all for him, and he knew it. he could only chuckle at your loss for words before picking up his speed a little more.
“holy shit!” you cried out, your eyes screwing shut. jonathan’s hand quickly left your hair and came over your mouth. the only sounds in the bathroom now were your muffled moans and jonathan’s heavy breathing, as he approached his own climax. you felt his free hand glide down your stomach, to your core. his slender fingers reached your clit and moved in quick, small circles. your vision started to blur a bit. you wrapped your hand around jonathan’s wrist, pulling his hand away from your mouth. “i’m gonna cum.” you said breathlessly before letting his hand cover your mouth again. “me too, baby.”
jonathan buried his head into the crook of your neck, muffling his own sounds into your skin. his thrusts started to get sloppy, his moans more desperate. you both reached your peak, your legs almost going out from underneath you as the shook. he continued to fuck you through your high, and his own. you made a noise of disapproval as he slid out of you, feeling empty.
“you’re so pretty.” jonathan leaned in to kiss your shoulder one last time. you turned around to him as he knelt down, pulling your pants back up your legs for you. he stood back up, tugging your shirt back off the stall. just as you tugged it over your head, jonathan opened the stall door, and the bathroom door opened. “shit, just run.”
jonathan grabbed your hand and ran past the very confused and now horrified woman. you exited the bathroom and didn’t stop running until you got outside.
“oh god, did you see her face?” you cackled as jonathan pulled you into a hug. “she was mortified.” he laughed and shrugged.
“i’m sure she’s seen worse.”
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hey there! I'm litch obsessed with your writing, could I poss request some sub!jonathan? maybe like a slightly more experienced reader taking his virginity or smth
…Stays In The Darkroom
Read Part 1 first
Summary: After getting a taste of Jonathan you can't get enough. And this time you go all the way.
Pairing: Jonathan Byers x fem!reader
Warnings: sub!Jonathan, dom!reader, some really unholy smut
Word Count: 2.5k
A/N: If you haven’t read part 1 read it before you read this. I kind of combined this request and the request from part 1 because they’re pretty similar. Anyways, enjoy this you filthy animals.
You spent the entire weekend thinking about Jonathan and what happened the other day. His whimpering moans filled your dreams and your mind constantly wandered to what you might do to him next.
When Monday finally arrived you practically leapt out of bed. You could hardly wait until the final bell so you could head back to the darkroom and make all the fantasies you’d had in the last few days a reality.
By only third period you could hardly bare it. You still had hours until school ended and Mrs Click’s mindless droning wasn’t making the day go any faster. Suddenly you had an idea.
Lucky for you Jonathan sat in front of you this class. You quickly ripped a piece of paper from your notebook and wrote.
‘Meet me in the darkroom. Lunchtime.’
You tapped his shoulder, a smirk plastered on your face. He turned around with a confused expression and you handed him the note. He read it quickly and raised his eyebrows. He looked back up at you, nodded timidly and turned to face the front again. You could tell by the way his shoulders rose and fell at a faster pace that his breathing had quickened.
You struggled your way through your next lesson. Your leg bounced as you grew more and more impatient. Until finally the lunch bell rang. You told your friends to go on without you as you passed the darkroom.
‘I just need to check some photos I took last week,’ you lied.
So, they walked to the cafeteria without you, leaving you in front of the oh so familiar door.
When the hallway cleared you quickly composed yourself before turning the doorknob and entering the room. Jonathan was already there leaning lazily against the wall but the minute he saw you he straightened up. Neither of you said a word.
You slowly walked up to him until your lips were millimetres apart. You placed a hand on the wall behind him and stared deeply into his eyes.
‘Are you just gonna stand there like a little bitch or are you gonna kiss me, Byers?’ you said after Jonathan had gawked at you for a minute. He swallowed hard before leaning forward, closing the gap between your mouths. You sighed hungrily into the kiss. Jonathan took less time loosening up than he had previously, almost instantly turning to putty in your grasp.
You pressed your other hand on the wall on the other side of his head, trapping him between the concrete and your body. This time he was more confident with his hands, placing them around your waist with little hesitation.
He even kissed you better. His tongue moved in motion with yours as your mouths became familiar.
‘Good boy. You’re getting better at this,’ you told him as you pulled away.
You could feel the bulge already in his pants swell even more when you praised him.
You looked at his neck, the red marks you’d left on it last time were now tiny pink spots. That would never do. You gently traced along them with your tongue, replacing each one with another dark mark as you went. You let your hands play carelessly with his hair, earning low moans from Jonathan. When you reached the collar of his shirt you didn’t let that stop you.
‘Take your shirt off,’ you instructed. Jonathan still didn’t say anything. He had his usual look of shock for a moment before doing exactly as you asked. He ripped his shirt off to reveal a surprisingly toned body. While he had no abs his stomach was tight and defined.
With this obstacle out of the way you continued down his body, leaving a trail of bright red marks that led from his jaw, down his neck to his chest. You loved the way Jonathan writhed when you reached his lower stomach. Your hands, which were placed on his waist, made their way to the bugle in his jeans. You rubbed his cock over the material as you sucked his stomach. His needy whines made you rub harder.
His hands were shaking and eventually made their way to your hair. You stopped what you were doing, got up and grabbed Jonathan’s hands.
‘You don’t get to do that,’ you said. ‘Only I get to do that.’
‘Sorry,’ Jonathan whispered.
‘You better be.’ You took Jonathan’s hands and placed them above his head.
‘These stay here from now on. Understand?’ you asked.
Jonathan nodded his head violently.
‘I said, do you understand?’ you repeated.
‘Y- yes, I understand,’ he stuttered.
‘Good.’
You knelt back down, returning to where you were. As you kissed his stomach you quickly undid his belt. You could feel Jonathan’s excitement as you freed his hard cock from his tight jeans. When you pulled down his pants he sighed shakily at the relief.
You stroked the base of his dick, looking up to make sure his hands were still where you left them.
When you were satisfied he’d obeyed you you turned your attention back to his cock. It was level with your mouth. Exactly where you wanted it. You leaned in and licked where you had been stroking. Your hot breath made Jonathan to shudder and whimper.
Then, you took his cock in your mouth, carefully moving your head back and forth at a quickening pace. Jonathan swore and whined your name as became closer to cumming. You could feel his legs shaking so you grabbed his thighs. Your nails dug into his flesh, driving him crazy.
‘I, shit, I’m gonna, fuck, cum already,’ he moaned.
And that was your cue.
You pulled away from his twitching dick and got up off your knees.
‘W-what?’ was all Jonathan could say.
‘Remember I told you I wouldn’t be so forgiving next time?’ you said, wiping your mouth with your thumb. ‘That’s what you get when you cum before I tell you to.’
‘But-,’ Jonathan whined.
‘No buts, Byers. You did this to yourself.’
Jonathan’s head fell as he wondered how the hell he was going to get his pants back up when he was one stroke away from cumming.
‘Hey, chin up, sweetheart. I’ll be back later,’ you winked, throwing him his shirt as you dashed out of the room, back into the busy hallway.
You just about got through the rest of the day. Although you didn’t learn much; imagining Jonathan still pinned up against the wall occupied most of your thoughts. But, at last, the school day ended. You took your time saying goodbye to your friends. You wanted to leave Jonathan waiting for as long as you could bear. But eventually you made your way back to the darkroom.
When you walked in, once again, Jonathan was already there, except this time he wasn’t doing something as simple as leaning against the wall.
Jonathan sat on one of the tables, leaning back, head lulled backwards. One hand pressed against the table for support, the other was wrapped around his dick. And he didn’t stop when he saw you enter the room.
‘You little slut,’ you laughed, locking the door behind you and walking over to him. ‘You really couldn’t wait a couple of hours, could you?’
You grabbed the hand that was on his dick and pulled it away.
‘And what did I say about these hands?’ you asked.
Jonathan obediently raised his hands above his head.
‘Good boy.’
You could tell he was itching for you to touch him. You replaced where his hand had been on his dick with yours and asked.
‘Since you’re such a horny slut why don’t you tell me what you want me to do to you?’
Jonathan took a few deep breaths. Your dominance over him was enough to make him cum right then and there.
‘Touch me,’ he breathed.
‘Well, I’m doing that, aren’t I?’ you said, pulling slightly harder on his dick. ‘Come on, Jonathan. I know you can do better than that.’
He mumbled something you couldn’t quite make out.
‘Speak up, Byers. I can’t hear you.’
‘I want you to fuck me,’ he whined painfully. ‘I want you on top of me. I want you to make me cum.’
His sudden begging surprised you. His needy, whiney voice made your heart rate quicken and your underwear wet.
‘That’s my little whore. I knew you had it in you.’
You pulled off his shirt for the second time that day, admiring the handiwork you’d left earlier.
Jonathan’s pants were already at his ankles but you pulled them off entirely, leaving him completely naked in front of you.
You grabbed his neck and pushed him down onto the table. You straddled him, placing yourself at the bottom of his stomach. Your slick underwear dampened his skin.
Leaning down so your face was above his you whispered.
‘You ever been fucked before, Byers?’
Jonathan shook his head vigorously.
‘But you wanna be fucked?’
‘Yes, god, please,’ he whined.
You were thankful you’d worn a skirt that day as you easily slipped off your underwear. Then you pulled your shirt off. Jonathan’s breath hitched as he looked up at your body. His hands lightly rested on your thighs and you sighed in annoyance.
‘Seriously, how many times, Jonathan?’ you moved his hands back to where you loved them most- above his head- and jumped off of him. A high-pitched whine escaped his throat as you walked over to your bag.
‘Calm down,’ you said, riffling through your bag. ‘I’m just looking for- ah, here it is.’
You pulled the spare neck strap you had for your camera out from your bag and walked back over to Jonathan.
‘What’s that for?’ he asked, not daring to move.
‘Well, since you can’t keep your hands to yourself, I’m going to have to help you.’
You climbed back on top of him and shifted your weight forward so your covered breasts hung just above Jonathan’s face and used the strap to restrain his hands.
‘That’s better.’ You sat back again. Jonathan’s eyes were still locked on your tits.
When you noticed this, you quickly undid the clasp of your bra and removed it. Jonathan’s eyes looked like they might pop out of his skull and his mouth hung open.
‘Seriously, Jonathan, control yourself.’ You pulled his chin up until his eyes met yours. ‘I’m gonna fuck you like the dirty slut you are.’
You carefully positioned yourself above his aching dick. Jonathan gazed up at you, a pleading look on his face. Gradually, you lowered yourself down until you bottomed out, letting out a soft moan.
‘F-fuck,’ Jonathan groaned.
You sat there for a minute, staring down at Jonathan’s watering eyes as you adjusted.
‘Feels good, doesn’t it,’ you said. ‘It feels good having me sit on top of you with your hands tied up and your dick in me.’
‘Mmh, yes, feels good. Want more,’ Jonathan struggled to get the words out.
At his words you began riding him, your pussy tightening around him as you moved up and down.
Jonathan blurted out a string of swears as you found your rhythm. His hands twitched in their restraints, begging to touch you. When you found a steady rhythm you leaned down, placing a hand on either side of Jonathan’s head to steady yourself. He stared up into your eyes with furrowed brows. You could taste the coffee on his breath as his breathing changed from fast to ragged.
‘You’re so good just lying here and taking me,’ you praised. ‘Think you can take some more?’
He nodded. ‘Yes, fuck, yes please.’
You slowly started to quicken your pace, causing Jonathan’s hips to jut violently upwards.
‘Uh, uh.’ You placed a hand on his neck to keep him down. His face flushed. ‘You should be thankful I’m doing all the work.’
You continued moving up and down on his dick, each thrust got sloppier as you came close to finishing. Jonathan still laid beneath you, a tear now trickling down his cheek as you choked him harder.
‘I’m gonna-,’
‘No,’ you interrupted, pressing your finger against his lips. ‘No, you’re not.’ You gave him a stern look.
Jonathan closed his eyes in concentration as he tried to hold off. Another tear fell from his glazed over eyes and he made a noise that sounded like a mix between a moan and a sob. His screams echoed throughout the small, dimly-lit room. You should’ve told him to shut up- you were still in school after all- but the noises Jonathan was making were too beautiful to stop. You too allowed breathy moans to escape you as you rode him roughly.
The combination of you choking him and his overwhelming need for release made Jonathan almost black out. His eyes nearly rolled back so you loosened your grip around his neck.
‘Please, shit, please let me cum. I’ve done everything you asked. Please, I can’t-.’ Jonathan’s slim body shook intensely beneath you. His weak begging only brought you closer to your own climax.
‘I guess you’ve been a good little whore for me,’ you flicked a piece of his hair from his eye. ‘Go on then.’
You rolled your body as hard as you could as you felt Jonathan cum inside you. He whined your name needily between sobs of pleasure. The feeling of his cum filling you up made you moan as you too reached your climax. You planted your hands on his shoulders, making marks in his skin as you fucked him senseless.
‘Good boy, yes, that’s it,’ you panted.
Cum spilled out between your legs, pooling on Jonathan’s stomach. His chest moved up and down vigorously as you rode out your orgasm. Eventually, you slowed down until you came to a stop.
‘Well, shit, Byers,’ you said, still sitting on his dick. ‘Not bad for a first try.’
You carefully untied his restraints, freeing his hands. But he kept them there above his head. Too fucked out to move.
Your legs were shaking from exhaustion but you pulled yourself off him. You quickly pulled your shirt back on and packed the rest of your stuff in your bag. When you were finished Jonathan was still frozen in place, although the rise and fall of his chest was less rapid. You grabbed a tissue from your bag and wiped the cum from his stomach, placing a kiss on his chest as you did so.
Before you could straighten up again Jonathan grabbed your arm and pulled you in. He crashed his lips against yours briefly before pulling away, an askant look in his eyes.
‘Same time tomorrow?’ he asked. His voice was raspy from screaming, his eyes irresistibly wide. You chuckled grabbing his pants from the floor.
‘That’s my good little slut.’ You threw him the rest of his clothes and without saying another word you carefully unlocked the door and left.
All you could think about was what else you could do to him tomorrow.
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m.list - jonathan byers
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you meet jonathan's mom
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jonathan byers x fem!reader (fluff) where the reader is mentally burnt out and he reassures and comforts her with words of affirmation and cuddles/physical touch at the end? 💕
-💌 anon. <3
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Jonathan Byers x Reader
You sigh as you set down your textbook. College was kicking your ass. You couldn't barely remember your name, but thank God you know what Mitosis is.
"You need to take a break, babygirl," Jonathan says as he walks over to pick you up from your chair.
"I'm gonna fail if I don't study. And I have a paper due next week," you complain. All this work wasn't going to get done if you didn't keep studying.
"Babe, if that were true I would let you," he says setting you down and hugging you into his body, "You haven't wrote a single thing for hours," that was true.
You coudlnt think and your head hurt from all of the pressure. You sigh as you shrink into Jonathan's warmth. He really was the world's greatest boyfriend.
He places a kiss on your temple as he wraps another arm around your waist. Your head was on his shoulder and his chin rested on top of your head.
"You can't do this baby, we are a few weeks in," he reminds as he places another kiss on your temple. It was true. If you were getting this stressed over a paper, what would you do for Mid-Terms or Finals?
You him in response and he holds you in silence. Jonathan always knows what other people need before they do. The quiet other than his heartbeat, is soothing.
You did fine in everything. Everything but your World History class. Everything else went great, you had all the basics and a few extra curriculars. Your favorite was the Journalism, you and Jonathan had it together.
But the history teacher HATED you. He gave you the worst assignments, you didn't know how the other students always seemed so much more relaxed.
Jonathan squeezing your hand brings you out of you worry filled nightmare-daydream thing.
"It's going to be okay, baby. Don't forget I love you," he reminds as he kisses you again. His lips are soft and plushy against your own.
"It's going to be okay and I love you," you repeat. It would be okay, as long as the damn upside down diesnt open again. If that portal is opened one more time, you will drag those hell beasts back inside yourself.
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can i request a jonathan byers x reader where the reader is having a bad anxiety day and jonathan just helps to calm her down-so like supper fluffy type sh!t lmaoo🫶😭
just in luck as im also feeling pretty shitty rn but writing this fic made it better, hopefully it makes you feel better too!
One Of Those Days
Pairing: Jonathan Byers x Fem! Reader
WC: 1.1k
Warning/s: anxiety, sadness, hurt/comfort
GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!
It suddenly felt like the whole weight of the world was dropped on your shoulders, with your thoughts almost running a mile per hour. Your chest ached. You wanted to stop feeling like this, but you couldn’t. Then that’s where the overthinking began.
There it was, it was like an empty void in your stomach, slowly getting bigger as it consumed your thoughts, like a dark cloud looming before the storm.
You felt so alone. It felt like everyone in your life was moving forward, doing something new, meeting new people and making friends and memories, meanwhile, you were here moping in your bed.
You thought about how they were doing so well in their life that they couldn’t even give you a small call to say ‘Hello’ to you or even just ask how you were doing. You just felt like a small blip in their life they’ll eventually forget. It sucked.
Chest heaving as you breathe, you cursed at the tightness in your throat and the tears that threatened to come out.
There was a knock on your bedroom door. You certainly weren’t expecting any guests.
Thinking you just hallucinated it, you closed your eyes, delving deep into your blankets. There was it again.
“(Y/N)? Are you there? It’s me, Jonathan. Y-you probably didn’t hear me knocking on your front door, so I let myself in with the key you gave me…” The voice belonging to Jonathan became muffled through the door.
You let out a breath of relief as you felt your chest swell with emotions again. “In here… Door’s open…” You managed to speak out even though you weren’t in the mood to talk. The handle clicks, Jonathan slowly walks in, once he saw you huddled up on the bed, his smile faded, slowly approaching you.
“Hey, baby… what’s wrong? Something happened?” He asked, you shake your head, making some space for Jonathan to lay beside you on the bed. He sits down, before leaning his back against the headboard while looking at you worriedly, wanting to do what he can to make you feel better.
“…Another one of those bad days?” He whispered enough for you to hear. You hesitated before nodding. Jonathan already knew what he had to do.
Jonathan adjusts himself, so he was laying down but his back was slightly propped up. “Come here, come on.” He talked to you in a soft voice as you moved towards him, resting your head on his chest. You felt yourself wanting to cry again, God, why were you such a baby?
His hand made its way on your back, slowly starting to rub small circles to it. Your eyes closed as you focused on Jonathan’s breathing and heartbeat. It had the best effect of calming you down instantly.
“You want to talk about it?” He asks. You didn’t want to, often times you did, and Jonathan listened very well and talked you through it which you heavily loved and appreciated about him. He always took his time with you, making sure that bit by bit you felt better than before.
No matter how much you didn’t want to talk, it felt like your mouth had a mind of its own.
“Do you still like me?”
You feel Jonathan’s hand stop, simply taken aback by your question. “What?”
“Do you still like me? Do you still like hanging out with me? Why do you hang out with me when you can do so many more things that are much cooler than here? I’m just a burden, my friends won’t even take a second to talk to me and now- you- you should hang out with someone better than me… I’m only holding you down.” Total word vomit.
Jonathan blinks back, not knowing how to answer those things at once. He looks up at your ceiling in thought. He absolutely hated when you would feel like this, you sounded so upset.
“Look at me.” Jonathan says. You pause, not following him.
“Please? Hey...” Jonathan calls to you again, his other hand reaching up to touch your face, to turn your head towards him. You look up at him, adjusting your position so you were sat closely next to him, faces inches apart.
You look down, feeling heavy. Jonathan sighs, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek, stroking with his thumb as his other hand held yours, intertwining his fingers with yours as he gave it a soft squeeze.
“(Y/N), I don’t like you; I love you, with all my heart. I love every second I get to hang out with you, even now, I love to remind you how much you mean to me, to us. Trust me, I’d choose you over anything- and anyone for that matter,” Jonathan started, you could feel the warmth of your cheeks as you tried to prevent yourself from crying.
Jonathan could see through it anyways. “Come on, let it out, you’ll feel better. I promise.” He continued; your lip quivered as your tears finally rolled down your cheeks. Letting out a choked sob, you shake your head, nuzzling your face on Jonathan’s chest as he embraces you in a tight hug, rubbing your back.
“That’s it… I’m here, you’re going to be okay.”
Sobs racked your body as you cried out, wrapping your arms around Jonathan.
He rubs your back even more.
“Let it out… and y’know… maybe those you call friends aren’t worthy of your friendship- or they could just be busy, sure- but you, don’t you ever doubt yourself because you are one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met.” Jonathan said, he smiles a bit at how your breathing started to calm down, he keeps rubbing circles on your back.
“I’m sorry…” You sobbed out.
“Don’t be sorry, you have nothing to apologize for feeling that way, okay?” He says, softly pulling away and taking your face in his hands, making you look at him with puffy eyes.
He leaves a kiss on your forehead, making you close your eyes. He also kisses your closed eyes before moving onto leave a peck on your lips. “Do you want to go somewhere or stay here, hmm?”
“Stay here…” You mumbled, suddenly feeling tired from crying your heart out. Jonathan nods “Okay, hold on.” You open your eyes to see him positioning himself to lay down, patting the space beside him.
You notice the wet patch on his shirt. “I ruined your shirt…” You say, Jonathan looks down at it before letting out a chuckle.
“You didn’t ruin anything, babe. Come here, let me hold you.”
Laying down beside him, you offer him a share of the blanket which he gladly takes. His arm automatically move to wrap around you, pulling you close, rubbing on your clothed skin.
“You need to rest, okay?” You nod at his words, nuzzling closer to him. Soon you felt your eyelids start fo feel heavy as you slowly drifted to sleep.
Jonathan looks at you, softly smiling and kissing the side of your head. “I love you so much.” He says before trying to catch some sleep as well.
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Overflow | Jonathan Byers
Summary: Jonathan's frustrated, tired and over it. And when he takes it out on you, you just can't let it pass. So you help him relax, on the side of the road, like he never has before. Gender-neutral reader with no mention of anatomy!
Warnings: Smut, 18 + only! Oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, sub! Jonathan, dom! Reader, pet names, risky setting, creampie, angst! No mention of reader anatomy!
Word Count: 2.3k
A/N: This is quite angsty, and it takes like 700 words to get to the NSFW part, but I really like this piece, defs an angle I've not taken before!
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Jonathan was always kind, always sweet and always shy. Sure, he had some moments of rage, boldness, and sass when he got lost in his emotions, but he was always the shy and quiet boy you loved.
But not tonight. Tonight he was annoyed, short-tempered and harsh to those he would usually treat with kindness. Tonight he was moody, and not what you expected when you met him for your fortnightly date. He didn’t mean to be like this tonight, didn’t mean to snap when you asked a simple question, but his new school was tiring him out, his mum was stressed and things at home between El and Will hadn’t been going smoothly, so Jonathan had hit his limit.
He could hardly focus on the movie the two of you were watching on the hood of his car at the drive-in, you in between his spread legs and nestled under a soft blanket he kept in his trunk. He could hear your small bouts of laughter at some of the jokes, the gentle sighs you let out as you relaxed against him, and the faint sounds of other people watching the movie. But he still couldn’t relax, even though this should have been a perfect night.
“Hey, are you okay? You want some of the popcorn?” You were looking up at him, the screens glowing image on your face as you offered him the bag of popcorn that sat on his lap, and he just shook his head, brown hair falling over his eyes.
“No, I’m fine. I don’t need any popcorn.” He didn’t mean to be short with you, and he certainly didn’t notice the frown that formed on your face when you heard his tone, but you let it go, thinking maybe he just was tired. His body was still tense behind yours, and even as you pressed some small and delicate kisses to the places you could reach like his hands and forearms, Jonathan still couldn’t get that irritated look off his face.
It was late when the two of you were heading home, the car ride silent as he drove down the desert roads. Normally Jonathan would have some music going, or he’d be talking about the movie or some new book he’d read, but instead, he just stared straight ahead.
“So…you want to talk about why you’re so moody tonight?” Your question took him by surprise, and for a small moment he looks over at you, hands shifting on the steering wheel. You’re looking right at him, watching him as he tries to respond, lying through his teeth.
“There’s nothing wrong. I don’t know why you think that.” He’s still short with you, tone frustrated and cold. He doesn’t look over to see if you believe or not, because he knows you probably don’t, but he does wince slightly when you throw his response back in his face.
“Sure, Jonathan, and I’m growing a third head right now. C’mon, baby, why are you lying to me?” You’re pouting, and he knows you’re upset at his behaviour.
“Look, it’s none of your business. You don’t need to know and I’m not going to tell you. So can you just butt out of my life for a minute?” He knows instantly that he’s crossed a line when he looks over at you, a picture of shock that quickly turns to anger and hurt.
You don’t say anything back to him, just turn to stare out the window as he drives. Jonathan wants to reach out, take your hand and apologise, but he doesn’t think it’ll fix it. So he just drives, the lights of the car glowing against the asphalt.
“Stop the car, Jon.” Jonathan doesn’t question your order, simply pulls the car over to the side of the road behind some trees. You get out, shutting the door behind you and he follows you, anticipation rising. It’s not a cold night, but goosebumps rise on the skin of his arms, and he watches you make your way to the front of the car.
“You know, normally I’d just think you’re having a bad week, a bad month maybe. But that doesn’t justify you speaking to me like that. I’m your partner, Jon. Now, either you accept that or I can’t help you.” You’re waiting for him to answer, and he just nods, looking at you with wide eyes.
“I’m sorry, I…I didn’t mean to yell at you. I’ve just been so stressed recently with college letters and my family. I haven’t had a break in ages.” You’re moving closer to him, hands on his shoulders as he finishes speaking. He lowers his head, pressing his forehead against yours and sucking in a breath. “I guess I just need to relax a bit.”
“I think, if you want to and if you’ll let me, I can help with that, baby. You want that?” He’s nodding, hands coming to rest on your waist as you smile slightly. “Words, Jon, I need you to be sure. Remember, it’s fine to say no.”
“Yes, please. I want you to help.” You have him like putty in your hands now, and you nod in acceptance. Then you’re kissing him, soft and sweet at first, hands gentle against his neck and in his hair, and he nearly loses his breath, senses taking a moment to process the smell of your perfume and the way your fingers curl in his hair. He deepens the kiss, the tip of his tongue running along the seam of your lips, and you let him take control for a few moments. The kiss is delicious, like everything you’ve wanted that evening. He’s so firm, so strong and needy against you that you let out a small giggle when he goes to put his lips on your neck.
“Woah, baby boy. This is about you. Now hands on the hood please.” He looks at you, some wariness in his eyes but he complies anyway, hands flat against the metal of the car. You kiss his neck, being gentle at first then nipping at the skin in the way he adores. Your hands are under his shirt, gliding over warm skin and a lean chest, feeling him shiver against your touch. His eyelids flutter when you move to kiss over his collarbone, and even though he wants to put his hands on you, hold you against him, he knows he can’t, knows he has to be good to get what he wants.
You’re making your way down his body then, fingers reaching for his belt buckle and zipper so you can undo his pants. He doesn’t help you, you don’t tell you he can, so instead he just watches, already so needy that you can see a small wet patch on his briefs.
“I was thinking, maybe the reason you’re so pent up and frustrated, is because you haven’t had a release in a while.” You kiss against his hip, and he lets out a shaky sigh. “We haven’t seen each other recently, definitely have had any alone time together. But don’t worry, pretty boy, you let me just make you feel better, okay?” He nods his head, at a loss for words as you’re stroking him through his briefs, but you didn’t expect anything else.
Jonathan lets out a whimper when you finally take him out of his briefs, pumping him slowly while you look up at him. You’re on your knees in front of him, lips pressed to his thighs and then to his hips and stomach, giving all the love to his pale skin as he watches, teeth clenched in pleasure.
You take him in your mouth then, and Jonathan can’t help but moan, bending over slightly as you swallow around him. His hands never leave the hood, just like he promised, and you’re so proud of him. Even though you’ve given him a blow job dozens of times before tonight, he never gets over them, never gets over the feel of your hand on his hot skin, the wetness of your mouth and the way you gaze up at him while you suck down his dick. It’s nearly overwhelming, and he’s aching to do something.
“Fuck, sweetheart, please!” Unsurprisingly, Jonathan is already close to coming, but you won’t let him. You pull off then, leaving him leaking and just on the edge of orgasm. He wants to scream, to curse and to beg you to finish, but you’re moving before he can.
“Now, you have a decision to make, Jon. Either, you can come in my mouth, or I can ride you until we’re both coming. Make your choice, sweet boy.” He whines, but the look you give him makes him quiet quickly. He doesn’t have to think hard about the decision either, because as much as he loves your mouth, he’s much more in love with the idea of being inside you, of feeling your wet heat and watching as you move on top of him.
“Inside you, please.” You nod, kissing him fiercely and letting him take control again as he furiously removes your pants and underwear. You’re already ready for him, wet and open and so warm when he touches you right where you want him. But you’re not ready to give him all the control, and you push him down to sit against the hood, straddling his lap and wrapping your arms around your neck.
“Remember, Jon. You touch when you’re not supposed to, and neither of us will be getting to come tonight.” He nods, and places his hands back on the hood, cold metal against warm palms. He’s so close, and when you slip him inside, he nearly let's go right then. But he keeps his composure and lets his head fall back so you can kiss his neck while you adjust yourself.
And then you’re taking what you need, bouncing on him and letting your walls squeeze him tight, hands against his chest to help you balance. He’s watching you, eyes glazed over and so in love and so high on the pleasure he can’t help but watch where you connect, where his pre-cum leaves trails on your legs. He’s whimpering, whining, making the prettiest sounds for you as you continue to bounce on him. It’s the most delicious thing he’s ever seen, and even though there are car drivings past and the two of you are only protected by a row of bushy trees, neither of you care at the moment. You just want to get to the edge, to tumble into that abyss that’ll leave each of you content and high flying.
“That’s it, baby boy, you nearly there? Nearly at the edge for me?” Jon ducks his head into the crook of your neck, and you let your hand tangle into his hair, angling his face so you can kiss him, draw the breath out of him and have him hanging off that edge for you. His hands leave the hood of the car, but you can’t care anymore, because he grips your hips and pulls you down onto him.
He’s rough, but it’s exactly what you need to get what you want, and once he lets out a loud moan against the skin of your neck, you know he’s right where you need him.
“There we go, pretty boy, come for me, let me make you feel better.” You’re coming with him, the grip of his fingers on your ass biting and so nice against the pleasure that suddenly engulfs the two of you. You can feel him spilling into you, pumping hot cum right where you need him, and he watches as you come against him, shaking slightly in his arms as the night air nips at your skin and amplifies the feeling of pleasure racing through your veins. You collapse against him then, out of breath but thoroughly satisfied.
Sure, you’re both sticky and sweaty and it’s not the most comfortable position to be lying in on the hood of an old car, but you could care less. Jonathan’s laughing then, smiling widely and holding you tight.
“You know, honestly didn’t think just having some sex would make me feel better.” You let out a chuckle, and look up at the smiling man. “Remind me never to take you for granted again, even if I’m being an asshole.”
“Oh, I can do that, Jon. Now, a slight issue, I don’t really wanna drive home covered in come and dirt.” He laughs again at this, but nods his head and gently slips out of you and gets up off the car.
“I’ve got some tissues in the glove box, just stay there for a minute.” Jonathan grabs the tissues and cleans himself up before putting his briefs and jeans back on, and then moves back over to clean you up, wiping the tissue over your thighs. “You want to stay at mine tonight? Hopper and mum are out on a date, and I don’t think they’d care about having an extra person for breakfast.” He extends a hand, helping you from the hood and helping you redo your pants, then walks you over to the passenger side of the car.
“Sure, you know how much I love Hopper’s pancakes. Now come on, Byers, you might get lucky when we get back to yours if you hurry up.” He can’t stop grinning, and before he starts the car, he steals a final kiss, with all the love and adoration poured into it that he can manage.
Neither of you are perfect, no one knows how to handle their emotions for every moment of the day, but he knows now that you’re the perfect cure, that you’ll always want to help him, especially when he’s overflowing with emotion. And it’s okay if you sometimes have to remind him of that, because you honestly wouldn’t mind more moments like that night, up against the car hood with his whines in your ear and his hands gripping your hips. Anything to help your pretty boy out.
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{Jonathan Byers X Reader} Should I Stay Or Should I Go?
A/N: why do i even do summaries they are always so bad😭😭 but anyway😂 no ssn 4 spoilers hope you guys enjoy <3 (gender neutral reader)
Warnings: none :)
Summary: While your singing and dancing around Will’s room, trying to cheer him up, Jonathan comes home. He can’t stop himself from asking you a question he’s wanted to ask you for a long time.
Words: 1764
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Your mom worked at Melvald's General Store, and you were always hanging around there when you were bored. You didn't have many friends, and you graduated early, so you often didn't have much to do. You had complained to your mom about wanting a babysitting job, but not knowing how to find parents who needed a babysitter.
"What am I gonna do? Post a flyer on the message board in here? No offense mom, but you guys don't exactly get a lot of customers" you sat on the pharmacy counter, swinging your legs back and forth. "It's a start! Now get off the counter!" she pushed you lightly and you jumped off with a huff. You stuck your tongue out at her before leaning on the counter. "I just don't know who would really need a babysitter anyway. Most parents let their kids run wild these days"
"Uh, you're talking about babysitting?" you turned to see Joyce Byers. You knew her pretty well. You were in the store often, and you always spoke to her if your mom was busy. You also were kind of friends with her son Jonathan. "Yeah. I don't want to get an actual job yet. I'd rather just babysit for a while" her eyes lit up. "I need a babysitter!" your eyes lit up the same as hers. "Really?" she nodded. "Yes, for my son Will. I don't like him being home by himself" Joyce admitted.
"You're too hard on the boy, Joyce. He's almost 14" your mom said. "I know, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind a babysitter" you smiled and nodded. "I'd love to Ms. Byers" you told her. "Please, call me Joyce, sweetheart"
That was the beginning of your babysitting job. You picked up Will from school and babysat him at his house until Joyce or Jonathan came home. He was a little awkward at first, but as you continued to babysit him, he started to open up to you more. You would watch TV and talk about anything that crossed your minds. He always asked you for advice, which you were happy to give him.
One day you picked him up from school, and he had a noticeable frown on his face. "You okay, Will?" you asked him as he hopped into the passenger seat. "Yeah, I'm fine" he mumbled in response. You didn't want to pry, so you just drove out of the parking lot and toward the Byers's residence.
You parked out front and Will immediately got out, throwing his backpack over his shoulder and walking quickly up to the front door. He unlocked it and went inside, not waiting for you. You furrowed your brows at his behavior. You had been babysitting him for a few months and he had never acted like this before.
You got out of your car and followed him inside. "Will?" you called out, closing the door behind you. "Will? Are you okay?" you called out again as you headed to his room. You opened the door and saw him laying on his bed, a pillow over his face. "Leave me alone" he said, his voice muffled. "What's up, kiddo? Bad day at school?" you asked as you sat on the corner of his bed. He didn't respond.
"You get a bad grade on a test?" when he didn't respond again, you simply shrugged and stood up. "Well, if you won't tell me, the only thing I can do is try to cheer you up" you walked over to the boombox sitting on his dresser. You knew the tape in it was that of his favorite song. There were countless days that the two of you had danced around his bedroom to the song.
~start playing Should I Stay or Should I Go by The Clash now for full immersion :)~
You clicked play and the song started to come through the speakers. Even though he couldn't see you, you still pretended to play the guitar. You began to sing along to the song, continuing to play the air guitar. "Darling, you've got to let me know. Should I stay or should I go?" you noticed Will starting to peek out from under the pillow, and you pretended to not notice him so he'd come out further. "If you say that you are mine, I'll be here 'till the end of time" He sat up, setting the pillow down next to him. "So you got to let me know. Should I stay or should I go?"
You grabbed a flashlight off his desk, using it as a faux microphone. "It's always tease, tease, tease!" you sang as you walked over to the edge of Will's bed. "You're happy when I'm on my knees" you plopped down onto your knees, leaning your arms onto his bed. "One day it's fine and next it's black! So if you want me off your back," Will started to smile at the exaggerated faces and gestures you were making. You were over exaggerating your singing voice too in an attempt to make him laugh.
"Will come on and let me know" he shook his head with a small smile at you putting his name in the song. You sat on the edge of Will's bed next to him. "Should I stay or should I go?" he smiled wider as he watched you perform the song for him. You smiled back, knowing that your efforts were working. You really just wanted to hear him laugh, but you knew that you had at least achieved your goal of cheering him up a little bit. "Should I stay or should I go now?" you stood up and continued to dance around to the music. "Should I stay or should I go now? If I go there will be trouble!" you gestured to the door, your eyes wide. "And if I stay it will be double" you looked back at Will. "So come on and let me know!"
You sat back onto Will's bed, moving the fake microphone towards him. "This indecision's buggin' me" he sang. "Esta indecisión me molesta" you sang the Spanish line before moving the 'microphone' back to him.
"If you don't want me, set me free"
"Si no me quieres, librarme"
"Exactly whom I'm sposed to be!"
"Dígame que tengo ser”
"Don't you know which clothes even fit me?"
"¿Sabes que ropa me quedra?"
"Come on and let me know"
"Me tienes que decir"
"Should I cool it or should I blow?"
"¿Me debo ir o quedarme?”
You stood up and danced a bit. "Split!" you finally heard Will laugh, and that's when you stopped singing. You turned to him with a smile. You noticed he was looking at something behind you. You turned around to see a familiar face. Your stomach started to do summersaults as you saw Jonathan standing in the doorway. Will stood up and walked to your side, continuing to laugh when he saw your surprised expression.
"Hi Jonathan" you said, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly. The song continued to play as the three of you stood there. "Hi Y/N" he said with a small smile. You leaned to your left slightly toward Will. "How much of that did he see?" you whispered to him. "Um, I'm not so sure you want to know" you nodded slowly before standing back up straight.
"Well, now that your brother is here Will... should I stay or should I go?" you both laughed before his eyes lit up. "Can you stay for dinner?" you shook your head slightly, but he ignored that and quickly looked to his brother. "Y/N could stay for dinner, right?" he asked him. "I'm sure mom wouldn't mind" you chuckled. "No really, it's fine" Will pouted slightly at you. "I gotta get home, kiddo. Taco Tuesday at my house" you patted his shoulder. "Can we come over for dinner?" you laughed. "Oh, you hush. Your mom is a great cook!" his shoulders slumped slightly and he pouted again. You chuckled and reached a hand out to ruffle his hair.
"I'll see you tomorrow after school, yeah?" he nodded. You held out for fist for a fist bump, that he happily gave you. You both made an explosion sound with your mouth as you pulled your hands away. "Bye Y/N!" he waved as you walked toward his bedroom door. "Bye Will" you waved back with a smile. "Bye Jonathan. Good seeing you" you said to him as you passed by. "Bye Y/N" he said quietly.
You walked toward the front door, grabbing your jacket and keys before heading out to your car. As you went out the door, you could hear Will and Jonathan talking, and you swore you heard your name. You shrugged it off and headed outside, closing the door behind you.
You were rummaging through the keys on your key ring when you heard the front door open. You saw Jonathan walk down the steps toward you. "Hey Jonathan" you said as he walked up. "Did I forget something? Oh, wait, let me guess... Will forgot to tell me something? I swear that kid sometimes..." you chuckled. He shook his head and your smile fell as your brows furrowed. "I, uh... I know that we didn't talk much in school, but I've always liked you" you felt the butterflies in your stomach again as he spoke. "I was just wondering if maybe you'd want to go out on a date this Saturday?"
You smiled and nodded. "I'd love to" he smiled too. "I'll pick you up around 7?" you nodded again.
"Just kiss ‘em already!" you heard Will's muffled voice come from the window. You both turned to look at him, and his eyes widened before he quickly ducked down and out of view. You both laughed.
Jonathan turned back to face you. You smiled at the slight blush forming on his cheeks. Screw it. You thought before leaning in. Your lips met his in a quick, soft, and sweet kiss. "See you Saturday" you said once you pulled away. You got into your car, waving at him before backing out of their driveway.
Jonathan watched your car go, as he slowly brought his fingers up to touch his lips, still not believing that just happened. His lips tingled slightly. "Took you long enough!" Will yelled out the window. Jonathan jumped slightly as his brothers voice pulled him back into reality. He only shook his head at him through the window as he walked back up to the door.
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