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ddejavvu · 9 months

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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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spideyswebhead · 6 months

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I haven't read Jonathan fics in a little while

So if anyone has any recs that are just fluffy instead of just smut (cause that's all I'm seeing in the tags rn, and that's not the vibe I want lol) pls send them my way 💙

#indie rambles #stranger things #jonathan byers #jonathan byers one-shot #jonathan byers fluff

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unamusing-s · 1 year

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I keep getting teary-eyed thinking about how season one Steve Harrington went to the Byers's house to apologize to Jonathan, not even knowing Nancy was there.

He literally ditched his friends and immediately started trying to fix the things that he actively did harm to. Starting with helping the man at the theater, then presumably, immediately after, went to Jonathan’s house to apologize. Steve actually wanted to make things right! He wanted to let Jonathan know that what he did–and said–wasn't okay, he knew he did something wrong.

That's why I loved him in season 1, and I was so fucking happy to see his character in the rest of the series evolve. Like he really is the babygirl, our redemption king, and I love that for him.

#im going to cry if anything happens to him in s5 #steddie #steve harrington #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #stranger things #this does have something to do with my steddie fic btw so like hint hint #a nice angsty p0rnwithplot abo steddie one shot

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theapangea · 8 months

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Missed You Too

Missed You Too

Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: You finally kiss Steve.

A/N: Ok this is one that I posted on AO3 after the end of the last season. Obviously I had to write something good for Steve because they do my boy so dirty!! HE IS NOT SOMEONES SECOND CHOICE!! Hope you enjoy my loves <3!!

The past week was a blur. You didn’t expect your first college spring break to end with you racing back to Hawkins to see the aftermath of what Venca…? One…? Henry…caused. You didn’t want to entirely believe that the Upside Down still existed, that the gate was still open after you all fought so hard to close it time and time again. That’s why you chose to leave Hawkins in the first place, moving across the country to get away from the horrors of that small town.

But when Jonathan, Will, and Mike show up at your door, pleading for your help to find Eleven, you couldn’t just turn your back on them, not then, not ever.

You didn’t even know that Joyce, Eleven, and the boys moved to California shortly after you did. No one bothering to stay in touch, mostly you didn’t bother to stay in touch. Almost like you intentionally separated yourself from the people you were closest to. You would never admit it, blaming the lack of communication on school.

The truth was, you didn’t want to be part of Hawkins anymore. You didn’t want to fear for your life. The scar that Hawkins left on your soul made you paranoid, made it hard for you to live a normal life. Always looking over your shoulder, always ready for a fight.

The drive back was like riding a bike, you could drive it blind folded if you had to. Everyone thought it would be best if you drove the last bit as Jonathan was barely able to stay awake at this point. The tall, full trees lined the only road in and out of Hawkins. Car after car rushing to escape the town as disaster stuck only nights before.

Passing shelters, destroyed homes, police and media, all lining the streets trying to make sense of the situation. If only they knew the truth.

The car swings around the curb, braking suddenly outside of the Wheeler house. You never thought you would be here again, at least not in this lifetime. Pausing, white knuckling the steering wheel as you hear the van door slide open. Mike, Eleven, Will, Argyle and Jonathan exiting the vehicle to be reunited with loved ones again. You take your time getting out of the pizza van, not sure if you wanted to see them, not sure if they wanted to see you .

Finding yourself staying by the van with Argyle. He was new, didn’t know about Hawkins and was thrown into this mess similar to how you all were. How could he continue to want to be part of this? Your gaze drifts down, your chest heaving rapidly. Your feet glued to the ground, unable to move from your spot.

Closing your eyes, trying to regain a sense of self. It shouldn’t matter that you left then, it should only matter that you are here now . Some relief washing over as you repeat that you are here now, you are here now, you are here now. The held breath releasing as you scan the scene in front of you, the warm breeze picking up making you draw the wild strands of hair behind your ears.

You watch as Mike hugs his mom, her eyes tender and soft, thanking the gods for him to be returned safely, stating how he is never allowed to leave home again. Her hands never leave his body, afraid that if she lets go then he will disappear without a trace again.

Jonathan approaches Nancy, both unsure of their relationship, both yearning for a solution - but still they hug, the sweet embrace almost made up for the long, angry phone calls and the absence spring break trip.

Jonathan told you all about his Nancy problems, hoping you would be able to help. He didn’t like your answer of honesty and communication, joking how you were never honest with your true feelings for a certain Hawkins boy. Quietly commenting that you should have made a move a long time ago to get him to move on from Nancy.

After all this time, you couldn’t believe he was still hung up on her. But maybe he was supposed to move on. Move on to someone who he spent all his time with, to the person he’d drop by at their house unannounced, to the girl who was so tired of the neverending nightmares that she did everything she could to move as far away as possible. Even if it meant breaking the heart of the person she was supposed to end up with.

And there he was…

Boy, was he a sight for sore eyes. The green-blue sweater with the rolled up sleeves to the washed out blue jeans hugging his hips in all the right places. The way his hair was so delicately placed, too messy to be considered neat, too neat to be considered messy. His eyes heartbroken, full of pain and anger. Full of every ounce of love that he is willing to give away in a heartbeat. Your soul aching for him.

His hand placed on the back of his neck, clearly hurt from the unfolding scene between Nancy and Jonathan. Robin’s hand pressing gently on his back, guiding him away.

You weren’t surprised that he still had feelings for her. A little annoyed, yes, but not surprised in any way. He would always talk about her, the way she laughed and talked and smiled. And it made you so angry back then. Realizing that the anger never left.

He hasn’t noticed you yet, his eyes fixated on the ground. Probably hoping to finally disappear. You feel the same. You were two passing ships in the night too afraid to let the other one know you were there, constantly turning off your lights, constantly dropping your sails.

The situation between you both was left pretty rocky. You could never decipher the tension between you both, was it love or indifference? Steve was always there for you and even supported your decision to leave Hawkins, even if that meant never seeing you ever again.

You promised to call each other once a week, which did happen until once a week turned into once a month and once a month turned into dozens of missed calls on both ends. Leaving you both hopeless and alone. Both trying to figure out adulthood without the comfort of a childhood friend.

Before pushing your body away from the car, you look over at Argyle for some sort of friendly relief. After hearing Jonathan complain about you never making a move on Steve, Argyle has been constantly encouraging you since. To not wait for any guy to make the first move, to create your own future. You were surprised at his wisdom.

His kind smile helps ease your nerves as your feet move one in front of the other, your heart beating so loud you can hear it in your ears. The drowning noise of your blood rushing through your body almost makes you want to turn around. Run away like the first time - but you were tired of running. Tired of the ‘what if situation’ that danced between you and Steve. This was your moment and there was no way you were going to turn back. Not this time.

Walking down the driveway, Mrs.Wheeler silently thanks you for helping bring Mike back home safely. Her hand lightly squeezes yours as you pass. Your lips curl, barely a smile forming as your mind is elsewhere.

Nancy watches as you walk by, her body still wrapped in Jonathan’s arms. Her mouth barely parted, maybe she wanted to say something but immediately regretted his decision to make any comment. The strong bond between you both broke when she started to date Steve…then Jonathan. You were civil with one another but you’ve barely spoken a sentence in the past three years. Neither of you wanting to resolve your years-long battle.

Robin’s and Steve’s gaze are on you. Stopping right in front of the pair, realizing you didn’t have a plan once you got to this point. Robin instantly beaming that bright smile that you missed so much. Her hug was intentional, like she was trying to squeeze all the events of this past week out of you. Cleansing you of all the horrors. Your arms wrap around his waist, pulling her deeper, knowing you needed her in that moment. Her comfort washing over you, giving you the strength you so desperately needed. She releases you, arm's length away, her smile inviting and safe.

Your eyes shifting to Steve. Swearing in that moment that he was smiling but immediately covering it with a cough and a snatch on the nose.

She squeezes your shoulders before walking away, giving you and Steve a little alone time. Even if that alone time was in front of half your friends.

“Hey.” You exhale, the tension growing between the two of you. The air suddenly still as his eyes studying your face, his fingers twitching every so slightly.

In one swift movement, grabbing your wrist, pulling you in for a hug. The instant smell of his cologne filling your head, making you dizzy with the smell of home. No words needed to be spoken between the two of you. He was just glad you were safe, finally in his arms.

You missed him.

Not just this past week, but for the past 8 months. He pulls you in closer, his body finally relaxing against yours. The breath of fresh air was everything you both needed, everything you have ever wanted, and everything you will ever need.

In this moment, you were his and he was yours. Everything was right with the world. All the trouble of this past week washes away, your minds clearing, seeing a future with only the two of you.

You both pull back, speaking in a silent conversation. Neither of you know how to respond in this situation. Both of you felt the buzz, the electricity, the love.

After all this time, it felt like you never left. The feelings for Steve came crumbling back down. You thought this was your chance, your only chance . Your body makes the decision for you, as your hand wraps around the back of his neck, pulling him down to meet your lips.

Your breath instantly intertwines with his, every inhale pulling him closer and closer. Your other hand balling up into the soft fabric of his sweater as he deepens into you. His hand catching your cheek, his lips soft and warm, gentle yet demanding. The craving of his touch on your skin sends heat waves throughout your body.

He takes his time, wanting to remember this moment. All the uncertain feelings, all the unfinished conversations, crashing down all around you both. Kissing him was the only way you could tell him everything you had kept in for all these years.

He pulls back, resting his forehead on yours, pure eyes as he whispers, “I missed you too.”

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I hope you enjoyed!! thank you for reading and supporting me

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dna-repo · 1 year

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“Hi.”

“… hi?”

AU where Jonathan accidentally falls off his skateboard and it rolls away in the direction of an unsuspecting Steve Harrington who brings it back to him and also they become childhood friends

#stranger things #jonathan byers #steve harrington #stonathan #yes this was inspired by the s3 elmax shot #i have one more idea for skater jonathan but ill prob do something else first

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byersbootyshorts · 11 months

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hear me out

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

EXPLICIT CONTENT MINORS DNI!!

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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bigboysteveharrington · 1 year

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Jonathan Byers thinks that he and Argyle are just best friends that do everything together and tell each other everything and sometimes fall asleep in each other’s beds and that what they have is just what having a best friend is like since he’s never had friends, let alone a best friend before

But then one night they’re lying outside high and watching the stars and talking about dumb shit and then Argyle oh so casually rolls toward him and kisses him and Jonathan kisses him back automatically but it still takes him a moment to totally realize what’s happening and that he’s participating in it and enjoying it so when Argyle rolls back to where he was and goes back to pointing out his made up constellations with a slice of pizza, Jonathan’s just lying there on his back processing but Argyle just keeps talking away

It isn’t until Jonathan hasn’t pointed out any stars or made any comments for a few minutes that Argyle turns his head to look at Jonathan who is still staring up at the sky and asks, “You alright, man? You went all quiet on me” And Jonathan tells him “I’m fine. Just thinking”

Argyle points at the sky and asks “About how much the stars over there look like a bong?” and Jonathan laughs

Argyle leaves it at that for a minute, then asks “Are you freaked out? Because it’s totally my bad if I read into things the wrong way” And Jonathan tells him “You didn’t”

Because now that Argyle did kiss him and Jonathan enjoyed it and had his mind opened up to the possibility of there being something more going on with their dynamic, Jonathan’s realizing things haven’t really been as strictly platonic as he’d been thinking they were and that they’ve basically been dating without the kissing for a while so that was kind of a long time coming and Jonathan’s just glad Argyle was capable of reading into things enough to do anything about it

And in retrospect maybe the fact that his main example of what best friends are like is the Will and Mike situation where Will’s clearly in love with Mike and Mike’s seemingly oblivious to it didn’t help Jonathan with the whole not realizing that his feelings and the stuff they’d been up to wasn’t strictly platonic

Argyle asks, “So then what are you thinking about, dude?” And Jonathan says, “I was thinking I should go tell Will.”

Because Jonathan’s first thoughts were wait, am I dating Argyle? (which he’s still not 100% sure about but he’s thinking he basically is without the label) and then immediately after that thought came I should tell Will

Because he didn’t realize that he was interested in any guys at all until a few minutes ago, but he wants Will to know he’s not alone in it. And because he wants Will to know that even though it’s a lot harder for Will to find someone than it is for guys who like girls, there are still guys out there that like guys too and it’s still possible to find a guy that’ll be interested in you and willing to take a risk to show you

Jonathan tells Argyle that he was thinking about telling Will because it was what he was thinking about and so Argyle knows he’s going to say something and can stop him if he wants to. But he also tells him because he knows that Argyle picked up on the same things about Will and his feelings toward Mike that Jonathan did back when Mike visited. It’s not something they discussed at all, but he knows Argyle knows from the ways he reacted

And Argyle tells him “Go for it, bro”

When Will finds out he’s shocked at the news that Jonathan’s apparently into guys and girls and he’s relieved not to be alone and the family freak and he’s glad that they decided to tell him but he’s also bitter that Jonathan has known that he’s queer for like five minutes and he’s already with a guy (and to add extra salt in the wound, that guy is Jonathan’s best friends) while Will’s known that he was gay for practically his whole life but he still has no experience with any guys and no chance at ever having anything happen with his best friend

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dickmastersfruit · 1 month

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whimpery jonathan LOLOLOLOL. seriously

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I'm Hard

Pairing: Jonathan x F!reader

Warnings: sub jonathan, blow job, overstimulation, language

Wordcount: 527

note: this kinda sucks, jaden this is ur gift. theres no holiday this is just for you lol

The week prior you and Jonathan had been cooking dinner together. You guys were joking around and just pacing about the kitchen. While stirring the soup you were making some of it splattered and it hit his arm.

He let out a whimper as he scurried across the kitchen grabbing a towel. You wanted to ask if he was ok. However the only thing circling your mind was the fact that he just whimpered. Your mind replayed the sound over and over. You needed to hear that again.

So now every time you would start to get it on you wanted to hear that noise. He must've been shy of making any noise, because no matter how hard you tried he always quieted himself.

"Just let me take care of you" You whisper slowly crawling up him so you could straddle his waist. He was now laying under you only wearing boxers. He lifted himself up on his elbows so he could stare at you.

Your hands glided along his pale skin before reaching his boxers. You slowly palmed him through the thin layer of his boxers. You made sure to graze the tip through the fabric watching him slightly jolt under you.

You slightly smiled to yourself as you pulled his boxers down. His breath hitched as you reached to put his cock in your hand.

"So pretty" You murmur as you place kisses on the tip. His cock twitched under your touch as you gathered the pre-cum so you could glide your hands from the tip to the base of his cock.

His breaths got faster the minute your lips wrapped around the tip. You inched yourself down his cock making sure to watch his beautiful face.

"Fuck" He breathed out as your mouth hit the base. You stayed there for a few seconds before pulling up to stop yourself from gagging. He watched as you bobbed your head slowly.

You couldn't stop the ache that had started, leaving a wet patch on your light blue panties. You continued pleasuring him trying to distract yourself from the heat you were feeling between your legs.

Then it happened. As you carefully licked his slit as he was getting closer and closer, he whimpered. You continued doing what you had been as you carefully stroked his cock.

"Fuck" He moaned bucking his hips hard causing him to hit the back of your throat.

"Y- your mouth feels so good" He whimpered watching you intently as you bobbed your head up and down.

You could feel him beginning to twitch. You pulled your head up so that when he came you wouldn't choke. As he came in your throat you swallowed and kept going.

"What are you doing" He whimpered grabbing the sheets as you continued bobbing your head up. "Oh god. Please. please" He begged as you kept going.

Finally you weakened your paces and pulled your mouth off with a pop. Saliva dripped down your lips as you stared at him. He was laying back against the pillow breathing heavy.

You giggled as you crawled over toward him to wrap your arms around his thin body.

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honeysuckleharringtons · 6 months

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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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milkiangl · 2 years

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TAKE MY BREATH AWAY.

pairing : jonathan byers x gn!reader

summary : after traveling all the way to california to suprise your boyfriend, jonathan, he finds a way to show you how thankful he is to finally have you in his arms again.

warning : SMUT, afab!reader, unprotected sex, praise kink, heavy makeout, mentions of bodily fluids, extreme pussy drunk!jonathan system overload, innocence and humiliation kink if you squint, suggestive language, cockwarming, usage of weed, two idiots in love, established relationship, no season 4 spoilers !!

authors note : what better way to make my writing return than with a fic dedicated to my most criminally underrated boyfriend ?? seriously, the lack of jonathan appreciation on this app is entirely unexceptable, but … never fear !! i have arrived to provide the content we are being deprived of !! ( which may be my first smut writing and heavily inspired by the love making scene in the 1986 top gun, whoops! )

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JONATHAN’S LEGS intertwined with your own beneath the heavy comforter furnishing his unkept bed, the riveting fragrance of marijuana and his intense; earthy cologne invading your nebulous senses—your fingers ghosting over the skin along the back of his neck in a reposeful matter while your face remained burrowed against the cotton shirt concealing his broad chest.

Vibrations dispersing through your body from Jonathan’s soft; pleasant hum following “Take My Breath Away” by Berlin, which played faintly through his immense cassette player displayed by the foot of his window.

His musical drone dwindled away while the song continued, conducting you to lift your head to take in his current state. His heavy eyes already observing you tenderly as if you hung the moon in the sky, his gaze devouring your entire presence in a way that made your bodyheat rise exponentially and heartbeat sputter.

His arm enveloped around your torso, fingers drawing vague patterns along the bare skin of your lower back that became exposed when Jonathan’s shirt your figure was decorated in continued to gradually ride up. His other hand holding the blunt his delicate lips were wrapped around moments prior.

Your throat released a questioning murmur, wondering what had created the yearning warmth suddenly radiating from his aura and entire being.

“M’just missed you so much.” He sighed fondly, drinking in the way your pearly white teeth captured your bottom lip in attempt to cloak the wide grin threatening to reveal itself.

Jonathan’s body weight shifted to hover over your own that was positioned in a indescribably flawless way; head settled within his disorderly mound of pillows and your features embellished by the intricate rays of sunshine gleaming through the crevices of his curtains. Angelic. That’s what you were to him and everything you displayed—body, mind, and soul.

“Missed your lips.” He mumbled, immersing his face closer and capturing your bottom lip with a technique that made your head spin; adjoining yourselves in all the most magnificent ways possible. Captivated by the feeling you had been deprived of for a year, your fingers found comfort entangled in Jonathan’s jumbled hair, endeavoring to guide him closer into you than humanly possible.

“Missed your nose,” His now swollen; reddened lips parted from yours to leave a delicate peck at the tip of your scrunched nose, generating crinkles in the corner of your eyes to become prominent and a soft giggle to leave your throat when he plants a kiss on said skin by the edge of your left eye, “and your pretty eyes.”

Your own lips forming into a playful frown, “What about the other one?”

Jonathan grinned prior to placing a sloppy linger of kisses encircling the crinkles of your right one while your arms encompassed his body to yours; your chest rumbling with an array of gleeful squeals. “Especially missed that one.”

The frisky countenance inclosed in your irises dimmed away marginally to make room for a ravenous twinkle which hadn’t been present moments before.

Instantly, Jonathan caught the imperceptible change in your manners; his already blown out pupils expanding in size as they followed the movements of your freshly manicured nails leisurely skimming down the canvas of your legs, proceeding until reaching the hem of your his shirt. Tugging at the fabric while your bare thighs closed around your hand obscurely, already glazed over; doe eyes blinking up at him in a pure and innocent like way that caused his boxers to strain. “And what about here?”

Jonathan’s calloused thumbs traveled to your knees, gently sketching circles along the skin while his pleading expression grew; silently begging to pull your thighs apart and drink in the very sight of what was beneath the item of clothing.

With a coaxing nod, Jonathan didn’t bother wasting any more time. His breathing patterns stuttering and mouth watering at the image displayed in front of him: delicate white lace shrouding your most intimate anatomy; apparent arousal staining the material.

His fingers disappeared beneath the fabric of the teeshirt, ghosting over the sensitive skin of your pelvis to curl around the flimsy laced undergarment; dragging the material down the extent of your body until discarding it somewhere along the carpet flooring surrounding Jonathan’s bed that neither of you had any desire leaving soon.

Your muscles twitched and throat released an abrupt; swift gasp when the foreign notion of Jonathan placing an open-mouthed kiss against your now exposed sex traveled entirely through your veins like a shot of electricity, leaving your brain hazy and imploring for more.

With Jonathan steadily lifting the clothing further, trails of open-mouthed kisses continued up the span of your stomach in an enticing manner that made your desires swirl with craving.

“Jesus Christ,” He whispered, his index and middle finger swiping down your slit gently; collecting your arousal prior to stuffing his drenched fingers in your awaiting mouth. “Barley touched you and you’re already dripping all over my sheets.”

Tongue traveling the surface of his digits, your whimpers becoming muffled. “Got something on your mind, baby? What’s got you all fuzzy?”

With Jonathan removing his—now clean—fingers, making sure to caress the pad of his thumb over your slick; pouty bottom lip, all he was met with was a meek: “Please.”

“Don’t worry,” He uttered softly, lifting his body weight off yours moderately to lower his now compressed boxers to his knees; freeing his aching erection. “I’ll give you what you want.”

The moment his cock aligned with your entrance and sensed your spongy walls welcome him when he inserted himself, his thigh trembled and buried himself further into your cunt.

“Fuck, fuck. Missed you so much. Taking me so well, always so good to me. S’like this pretty hole was made for my cock, hm?” Jonathan’s syllables and breathing began to stumble as he lost himself in you like he always did when you gripped him the way you currently were; his jaw falling open and eyes squeezing shut as his forehead fell to lean on yours.

“Johnny.” You sniffled, his eyes fluttering open once more to watch how you writhed in complete pleasure from the way he was rocking sensually inside of you; your hands reaching for his much larger one and drawing it to where you both were connected.

Jonathan’s raspy chuckle echoed through your ear as he began to draw tight circles on your clit; immediately feeling your walls flutter around him. “I got you, honey. Let go for me, yeah?”

His cooing tone and way he knew your body so marvelously allured you closer and closer to your high until you ultimately reached it; Jonathan following shortly behind you.

Once the constellations from your climax began to fade and you drifted back to Earth once more, you were greeted with Jonathan’s head tucked away and nuzzled into your neck, leaving passionate; lazy kisses down the sensitive skin and a trail of goosebumps and sweet praises in their wake.

His hips beginning to lift up and away from yours made you mewl disappointingly, your legs tightening around his waist to keep him and his seeping seed tucked in your warmth.

Jonathan hummed with approval, observing your fucked out state through heavy eyelids; marveling at how insanely lucky he is to fall asleep with your limbs wrapped around his and devour the sight of your bodies still connected when he awoke.

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ddejavvu · 5 months

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m.list - jonathan byers

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you meet jonathan's mom

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refiwrites · 2 years

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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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kitchen-spoon · 6 months

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Post S3 au:

Secret previous Steddie who fell in love over the summer and had a summer romance.

Starcourt happens but Steve doesn’t make it out. Robin insists he is still alive and wont let it go despite everyone trying to tell her he is gone. Her and Eddie become close bonding through their shared loss of Steve, and their shared determination to find him and refusal to believe he is dead. Robin doesn’t get why Eddie is so invested at first until eventually Eddie comes out to her and reveals he and Steve were dating in a weak moment of devastation where he truly believed Steve was gone and needed someone else to know about what they had.

Meanwhile Steve is still alive and in Hawkins. Well more like under Hawkins, being held captive in a bunker by the Russians as they were too compromised to try and sneak him back to Russia. He isn’t sure why they kept him, how long they are going to keep him, and what exactly they plan on doing with him but he doesn’t want to find out beyond the starvation and daily beatings he has gotten so far. Steve bides his time and eventually escapes causing the gossip mill of Hawkins to once again start spinning.

He is found by Lucas and Mike wandering the roads barefoot and beaten in the rain. This of course causes the whole party to assemble. Steve is happy to be home but its all too much, too many people too loud so he leaves. Sneaks out the bathroom window and wanders his way to Robin’s place. He sits on her front step giving her a wobbly smile when she eventually arrives. He stays with her for a few days but it isn’t a permanent solution trying to hide him from her parents.

So Steve moves into the trailer with Eddie and Wayne. Accept he isn’t really there not like he used to be. Wayne see’s the look in Steve’s eyes and knows it well himself from his time serving. So the Munsons slowly but surely acclimate Steve back into society after his months away.

Its not easy with many bumps in the road but it works.

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chr0llossexygf · 2 years

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I NEED HER

PAIRING steve harrington x fem reader

SUMMARY y/n gets possessed by vecna but steve still didn’t get the chance to confess his undying love for her and tries to save her with the help of dustin and lucas.

WARNINGS slight spoilers abt s4 ep 4 !!

“ for the love of god what’s taking her so long.” steve said opening his car door. “ give her some time steve.” dustin said looking down at the letter that had his name written on it from you. “ I don’t have all the time in the world Henderson.” steve said slamming the car door close.

“ okay chop chop l/n.” steve said looking at your figure sitting down on the grass. “ y/n.” steve said placing his hands on his hips. no response. “ y/n you can hear me come on.” he says again taking a deep breath in. still no response. He noticed how you didn’t move a single muscle, “ y/n..” he says again. “ y/n!” he yelled running to you. he crouched down shaking you, “ y/n wake up! wake up!” steve yelled shaking you roughly.

“ guys! dustin! lucas!” steve yelled. “ come on y/n please!” steve said his eyes filling up with tears. “ wake up!” he yelled shaking you non-stop. dustin and lucas came running to him. “ woah what the-” lucas said. “ y/n! y/n wake up!” lucas said slapping you a couple of times. “ h-hold on!” dustin said running back to the car.

“ y/n please! wake up!” steve said grabbing your hand gripping onto it tightly as if it was the last time he would feel your touch. “ can you hear us!” lucas said quickly sitting infront of you. steve kept shaking you from the side gripping onto your hand.

dustin came running back with a walkman and cassettes. “ guys! “ dustin yelled throwing them to the ground. “ what is this?” lucas yelled looking at the cassettes. “ what’s her favorite song?” dustin says. steve looks at dustin, “ why?” he says shakily as tears rolled down his cheeks. “ robin said if she listens- it’s too much to explain! what’s her favorite song!” dustin shouted, making direct eye contact with steve.

“ quick quick which one is it!” dustin says looking through the cassettes. steve looked down, each cassette held a special memory of you two. he looked down at the dancing queen cassette and smiled. memories rushed into his mind.

flashback

“your so stupid.” you laughed out as you watched your best friend steve run around your room in a wig and your ballerina shoes. “how do you wear these?” he says trying to balance with the shoes on almost tripping. “ careful harrington!” you laughed out covering your face. steve looked at you smiling admiring your beauty. your eyes made him feel special, he felt almost honoured to be able to witness how your eyes lit up whenever you laughed or smiled. and your smile, oh fuck your smile. your smile alone can him go batshit crazy, the way the corner of your lips would create the most heart stopping action would make blood rush to his face whenever you smiled. his heart was racing as he watched you cover your face due to laughing so much. “ no i’m being very serious right now? do your feet not break? i mean this is crazy.” steve said moving the pink fake hairs from the wig out of his face, with a bit too much force making the wig fall off. “oh no my hair.” steve said picking it up. you kept laughing turning around turning up your cd player. “ohh come on dance with me.” steve said dancing to the song playing. dancing by abba. “ no i’m not dancing with you steve!” you said giggling. “ come onnnn y/n.. you can dance. you can dance. having the time of your life oooh! come on lazy pants.” steve says grabbing your hands gently pulling you towards him. you connected your hands with his and started jumping and dancing around. steve smiled, he felt lucky.

he watched as the two young boys kept looking through cassettes trying to figure out which one was your favorite. his eyes looked at another cassette which brought back memories, angel eyes by abba.

flashback

“ steve come on i need your opinion!” you said twirling around in the light blue dress trying to get an opinion out of your best friend. “ y/n you look fine.” steve says looking at the magazine in his hands. “ your not even looking harrington.” you said walking up to him and snatching the magazine from him. “ hey come on y/on not cool-” he quickly cut himself off once he looked up at you. his eyes almost popped out of his skull, his hearts did flips and twirls in his chest, butterflies went crazy in his stomach, blood rushed to his face. “ y-you uhm.” he cleared his throat. “ you look great.” he said looking down at his shoes. you looked at him then back at yourself in the mirror, twirling a bit. “ i don’t know. do you think jonathan would like it?” you asked turning back to him. steve looked at you a bit taken back, “ j-jonathan? as in jonathan byers?” steve said tilting his head to the side. “ yeah jonathan byers. will’s brother.” you said smiling. steve looked down at his hands, ouch. “ i don’t know it’s up to him.” he said quietly. “ steve come on. okay look. if i were nancy would you like it?” you said looking back at steve throwing up jazz hands. nancy? oh right nancy. nancy wheeler. no. there was no way. you were the only one that made him feel that way. you are the most beautiful girl in the world in his opinion. “ sure.” he whispered quietly looking back at you. you looked back at the mirror checking the dress out, “ oh wait wait! it’s our song!” you said grabbing steve’s hands. “ y/nnnnn.” he whined giggling. “ harringtonnnn! “ you giggled. “ come on twirl princess.” you said trying to twirl him. steve giggled twirling. “ now you twirl.” he said, you twirled. you two looked at each other for a bit before you two before down laughing.

it was that one. that was your favourite song. ever since it played in the winter ball when you two were younger it became your favourite song. steve zoned out from the two boys that were arguing, he grabbed the cassette. “ this one! it’s this one.” he said opening the case. dustin immediately grabbed it out of his hands and put the cassette in the walkman. “ hurry!” lucas said. dustin grabbed the headphones putting them on you.

“ let me go!” you yelled at vecna. both of your hands were tied near your head. you were pinned against a tree vecna trapping you. “ stop running from me y/n.” vecna said. “ your not really here.” you shouted. “ oh but i am.” vecna said choking you. “ go away.” you choked out. vecna brought his hand up to your face, “ join me y/n.” vecna said tightening his grip on your neck.

last night i was taking a walk along the river

you looked up confused and shocked. “ y/n! y/n!” you heard people yelling from afar. you recognised their voices. steve,dustin, and lucas. you looked back at vecna with tears forming in your eyes. “ let me go.” you cried out trying to break free to your hands. “ y/n please wake up!” steve cried out shaking you. you clenched your fists tears rolling down your face. this was it. this is the end you thought.

and i saw him together with a young girl.

“ y/n! please wake up i love you!” steve shouted out. your eyes shot wide open. memories of you and steve started playing in your head. “ y/n you can hear us!” dustin cried out. memories of you and the kids started playing in your head. this can’t be the end. this couldn’t be the end. you have so much to live for. you have so much left to accomplish. you have your whole life ahead of you. you have a whole life with steve ahead of you.

and that look he gave her made me shiver

you quickly punched vecna making him stumble back. you this opportunity and started running, “ wake up l/n!” lucas yelled. you kept running and running. the floor started shaking and falling apart. nothing was stopping you and nothing ever will, the desperate cries of your friends made you realize you have so much to live for. tears rolled down your face as you kept running. dodging dirt and rocks erupting from the floor as quick as you can. the gate seemed to be getting closer and closed. you turned your head around to look at vecna who seemed to be frozen in his spot. you turned back around and jumped into the gate.

you woke up looking around, you looked back at steve and broke down crying jumping on him. steve immediately grabbed you hugging you tightly suffocating you. you grabbed his hand holding onto it tightly crying. “ i’m here i’m here.” you cried out holding onto him tightly. his grip around you tighten as he let out a sobs, “ shit i thought i was gonna lose you.” he cried.

dustin jumped on you two hugging you tightly. “ holy fuck.” dustin whispered. lucas quickly joining in on the hug. “ i love you guys so much. i love you guys so fucking much i thought i was gonna die and i didn’t wanna die without you guys knowing how much you mean to me and i know i never say it but i mean it i love you guys so much you mean the whole world to me and i would rather die then live in a world without you.” you mumbled running out of breath between sobs and hiccups. the two boys let go of you, you tried sitting up but steve held you down. “ no no stay. i can’t let go of you right now.” steve whispered hiding his face in your hair. you meant the world to him. you were the biggest comfort in his life. he can’t live in a world without you. “ you love me?” you whispered looking up at him. steve moved his head away from your hair and looked down at you. he raised his hand wiping the tears from your eyes. “ y-yeah…” he whispered as tears kept rolling down his face. “ i’m sorry..” he said. “ i love you too steve.” you whispered.

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bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove · 5 months

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Unconventional Traditions - S.Harrington

Summary - Steve, his girlfriend and their friends have some very unconventional traditions which lead to some holiday shenanigans.

Word Count - 1164

Warnings - drug use(weed), profanity, mentions of sex, female reader, use of Y/N, not proofread

Author's Note - Day 11!! I'm back to posting at my usual time for now, it probably won't last but I will try! I hope you enjoy!

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Their traditions started in the morning on Christmas Eve. They would all gather at Steve’s house since his parents were never home and have breakfast together. The breakfast was always the same options, pancakes, eggs, toast, bacon, fruit salad and french toast. Y/N usually spends the night before getting everything prepared and waking up extra early to get to cooking. Steve was pretty good in the kitchen but she was better at multitasking so the cooking was left up to her as Steve cut up fruit.

After breakfast, they usually will start a few different holiday themed puzzles. They usually had about three going at once, making it a competition to see which team finished first. Every year it was Y/N, Steve and Robin finishing first which may seem surprising but their three brains equal about two depending on how tired they were. They had a system down, Y/N would get all of the edge pieces done, then work on the bottle, Robin working in the middle and Steve working at the top. The system had yet to fail them.

The puzzles usually took them about 3 hours so by the time they were done, they would go to start their movie marathon. Because Robing and Steve worked at the video store, they were able to snag the last copies of A Christmas Story, Gremlins and A Christmas Carol so they usually started with Gremlins. As the movie began, most of the older teens, and by most that really just meant Eddie, Steve, Y/N and Gareth going outside to light up a joint to pass between the four of them. As they got a slight high going, they would head back inside to the warmth, start up a fire and Y/N would go back to the kitchen to start making some hot chocolate.

Nobody dared to make hot chocolate because they all knew hers was the best, spiking the hot chocolate for the older teens and leaving a normal hot chocolate for the younger ones. They would all cram into the living room, around the tv and watch their movies and drink their hot chocolate. As the movies came to an end, they would move to their next task, ordering a disgusting amount of pizza, by now the four stoners in the group were about four joints in, so the munchies had set in. Y/N used to make homemade pizza but they gave that up the year before because she tried to make pizza while she was baked and she nearly set the house on fire.

As they waited for the pizza to arrive, Nancy, Jonathan, Will, Mike, El and Argyle all walked in so they exchanged their gifts. Every year they did secret santa but not really, everyone knew who they had and there was a $20 limit. Their big rule was no significant others and no siblings. This year Y/N had the pleasure of buying for Eddie so she had gifted him some new guitar strings, picks and some joints rolled by her as an apology for always stealing his.

Robin had gotten Y/N, gifting the girl a new sketchbook, some sketching pencils and more crochet hooks since she lost hers like crazy. By the time the gift exchange was over, the pizza had arrived, everyone pitching in to pay before digging in. Y/N and Steve taking over the lazy boy. Golden Girls was playing on the tv quietly as the room was filled with chatter of the friends.

“I love doing this every year,” Steve admitted quietly to his girlfriend.

“I do too. This is our big dysfunctional family. I’d rather be here than spending time anywhere else,” She replied back, looking her boyfriend in the eye and admiring them. Steve took this chance to kiss his girlfriend gently, almost shy. “I love you Steve Harrington.”

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

As the rest of the group finished up the pizza and cleaned the living room a bit. It was time for some games, they usually prank called their families so this year they started with the Wheelers. Eddie held the phone and everyone in the room dead silent to hear what was happening. “Hello?”

“Yeah, hi, this is Paul’s pizza just notifying you that your order of 12 pizzas is out for delivery. Will you be paying cash or card ma’am?” Eddie responded in a lower voice than his usual speaking voice.

“12 pizzas! I never ordered 12 pizzas! This must be a mistake!”

“Are you Karen Wheeler?”

“Well, yeah but-”

“Then the pizzas are for you, so cash or card lady?”

With that, she had hung up, the whole room bursting out in laughter. Y/N wiping a tear from her eye as Gareth dialed her parents house. This went on for another hour or so until everyone had started to yawn. The younger teens had already set up camp in the living room, the older ones were able to set up in the guest room, Steve’s parents’ room and his room as well.

The stoner group had multiplied, so the 6 of them had gone outside for one last pass around before calling it a night. After the joint had died out, they all went upstairs, going into the respective rooms. Eddie crashes on the floor in Steve’s room, Gareth and Argyle getting the guest room and Jonathan, Nancy and Robin getting Steve’s parents’ room. This had been their typical arrangement for the last couple years, nobody really daring to change it up.

“I swear if I hear you two fucking, I will vomit all over the both of you and then the carpet,” Eddie threatened.

“When have we ever had sex with you in the room?” Y/N asked him incredulously.

“Last year, you thought I was asleep but I wasn’t. You guys aren’t as quiet as you think, granted it was a little hot but I still wanted to vomit.” Steve chucked a pillow at Eddie’s head before collapsing on the bed.

“Don’t worry dude, I think we are far too high to have sex tonight,” Steve assured their friend.

“Whatever you say Steve,” Eddie replied unconvinced. She had finally gotten onto the bed, immediately making her way into Steve’s side and snuggling close.

“Goodnight baby,” Steve said to his girlfriend, kissing the top of her head.

“Aww, goodnight Harrington!” Eddie teased with a chuckle, earning a groan from the couple.

“Goodnight Eddie. Night Stevie,” Y/N giggled lightly before relaxing herself. She was the first one to fall asleep, drifting off not even 5 minutes after laying down.

“Night Munson.”

“Night Harrington.”

With that, all was quiet in the house, the only thing that was heard was gentle breathing and snoring. Snow gently falling as the night progressed, coating the house in a blanket of white and adding a chill in the air. Making their perfect and unconventional Christmas just that much cozier.

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byersbootyshorts · 2 years

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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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