#perv!jonathan byers
Note
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
Leave a request here
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.”
#jonathan byers#sub!jonathan byers#perv!jonathan byers#best friend!jonathan byers#dom!reader#jonathan byers smut#jonathan byers x reader#jonathan byers one shot#stranger things#stranger things smut#smut#smut oneshot#smut fic
465 notes
·
View notes
Text
Fables of Reconstruction
18+++ please!! minors dni.
pairing: perv!Jonathan Byers x fem!reader
summary: when you find out that Jonathan has been creeping around, you decide to give him what he wants.
word count: 2.5k
based off of this request
warnings: 18+!! smut. soft!dom reader?? tit fucking, m masturbating. both parties are consenting adults. jonathan is kind of pathetic. sub!jonathan. kinda no plot lol. half-proof read sorry. reader has female anatomy.
Jonathan Byers had a reputation, one that certainly did not skip your mind when you agreed to babysit for his younger brother, Will.
You'd heard about how he took pictures of Nancy Wheeler undressing, or how he'd been arrested for beating up Steve Harrington and then the police found an arsenal in the trunk of his car.
But being Will's babysitter didn't mean being around Jonathan. Because as soon as he was home from work, your job was over. Will didn't need the both of you at home watching him, his brother was plenty, but as of late, he'd been scheduled more at the Hawkins Post and Will ended up home alone for most of the day. That's when you came into the picture.
Now it was three months into being his babysitter, and you were as happy as ever.
One day, he'd gotten the new R.E.M album on cassette and was eager to share it with you, so he dragged you into Jonathan's room where the boombox was and quickly shoved it into the port before sitting on the bed, urging you to follow him.
"Are you sure we should be in here?" You asked cautiously as Feeling Gravity's Pull started playing in the background.
"Yeah!" Will insisted. "He lets me in here all the time. He loves it when I listen to music. It's like-- our thing or whatever."
"Right, but maybe he wouldn't like me in here," you said. It was the first time you'd been in his room, and you couldn't help but feel like you were intruding.
"No, Jonathan likes you, too. He's fine, come on, just listen!" He turned the volume up, effectively ending the conversation with a wide grin on his face. You scoffed, but complied, grabbing the chair from Jonathan's desk and taking a seat. On top of his desk, you noticed photographs of people's profiles.
There was one of Will posing with a Twizzler in his mouth, one of Joyce looking at him behind the camera with a glare on her face, and then there was you. You weren't looking at him in any of them, but there were tens of pictures with just you in them. Other pictures where other people had been obviously cut out.
There was you walking up their driveway. You talking to Will, who had been cut out of the shot. You laughing at something that Joyce had said. You watching TV waiting for one of them to get home. You cooking in their kitchen. You tearing up while opening the gift that Will made you for your birthday.
Your cleavage was visible in every single picture.
Why did he have all of these? How did he have them? Had he been home without you realizing? No, Joyce would've told you. Unless she didn't know either.
Your head was spinning, but you were trying to hide it from Will. He didn't even know what you were seeing. He was too busy closing his eyes and dramatically laying out on his brother's bed while he enjoyed the track.
But the photos you could see were just the ones on his desk. Maybe there were more somewhere else. No. No way.
Somehow, you were able to ignore the pestering in your brain. You continued listening to the album with Will until he fell asleep on Jonathan's bed. In the corner, the alarm clock read 2 a.m., and you sighed, bringing your knees up to your chest on the chair.
So many days had gone by like this-- the Byers working much later than they'd anticipated. You understood, but you also wished some nights that you'd be able to fall asleep in your own bed, instead of in the uncomfortable plastic of Jonathan's chair while the album replayed itself.
"Y/n." A hand shook you awake, and then grabbed your shoulder when you almost fell off of the chair.
"Jesus, thank you," you said to the person who helped you, but as you looked up and rubbed your sleepy eyes, you realized it was Jonathan. Your mind was screaming for you to leave. "Sorry. Sorry, shit. I'll see you tomorrow, Jon."
You had no idea where the nickname came from. It just slipped past your mouth. Will was no longer on his bed. Jonathan's grip stayed on your shoulder, only lighter now.
"You saw the pictures?" He asked quietly, not threatening. Maybe threatened.
"Yeah." Your breath hitched. "I just-- they were right there. I didn't touch them or anything."
"Yeah, it's fine." He let go and dropped onto his bed, defeated. "You don't have to come back tomorrow. I'll take off."
"Why?"
He didn't answer, just groaned and ran his hands over his face. You looked at his lap and saw the tent in his jeans. The sight of it broke your brain into two sides: One that was freaked the fuck out, and one that was entranced by his infatuation with you. That wanted to make it even worse, even more perverted. The illogical side won, and you moved to kneel in front of Jonathan. You grabbed his hands from his face and held them in your own.
"Talk to me. What's going on?" Your voice wasn't comforting or upset, just indifferent. Jonathan couldn't even look you in the eyes. His mouth opened and closed and nothing came out. "You a perv, Byers?" You asked. He shook his head.
"No," he finally spoke, voice rough.
"Then what are you?" You let go of his hands and moved to rest your palms on his thighs, watching him twitch.
"I'm nothing. It's not like that." His legs kept moving under your palms, and you didn't follow him. Not when he moved. But he always came back, shifting himself back under your touch.
"So you don't do anything with the pictures?" You asked, looking him up and down. "You don't want to take a picture right now? You've got the perfect view down my shirt, Jonathan."
He hissed as your hand moved in closer to his bulge, lightly brushing over his inner thigh. His hands grabbed your wrist and you stopped. You looked him in the eye and for the first time he returned the gesture, finally meeting your gaze. He still didn't answer the question.
"If you want to, you better take the picture fast. My knees are hurting," you complained. He kept making eye contact with you, reaching blindly for his bag and pulling out the camera. A smile rose to your lips. "You want me to pretend like I don't see you? Like all the other pictures you've got?"
"Fuck," he whispered, looking up at the ceiling. "Yeah. Do that."
You pretended not to see him, gazing at his lap instead, and pushing his hips down when he bucked them up. The picture snapped and you finally looked up at him, meeting his faltering stare. You pushed yourself off of your knees and lightly shoved his shoulders so that he was flat on his back. You kneeled over his legs bringing your hands to the zipper of his jeans. A sweet moan tumbled from his mouth, and he propped himself up on his elbows.
"Can I take these off?" You asked, pulling at your own shirt and shorts, much to his surprise. He still nodded rapidly, groaning as you pulled your shirt off and handed it to him before getting off of his thigh and laying next to him, completely ignoring his look as you took your shorts off and left them on his bed.
Then, you stood up and walked to the door, locking it securely before making your way back to him. This time, you straddled his waist, hands on his chest as you rolled your hips a few times, making him moan loudly. He reluctantly looked away from you and hit play on his radio, filling the room with the sound of R.E.M to drown out his sinful noises. He reached to grab your waist just as you began moving back to straddle just one of his thighs. An action that made him whine.
"Can I take your jeans off, Jonathan?" You questioned sweetly, hands paused over his tent. He nodded again, but you sat back, breath hitching as your clit brushed up against his thigh just right. You ignored the feeling, eager to continue teasing him. "Use your words."
"Yes. Yes," he pleaded, hand resting on the inside of your thigh while you unzipped his pants slowly, pulling them down his waist and around his ankles before placing them right on top of your shorts on the comforter. He was only in boxers now, and you could see the imprint of his throbbing dick through the gray fabric. There was already a moist spot on them.
"What about your shirt?" You asked, going back to straddle him over his underwear. He moaned loudly, grabbing your hips and rutting himself against you. You moaned, too, gripping the fabric of his shirt and throwing your head forwards. No more questions were being asked. He sat up and let you tug his shirt off of him quickly, then laid back down and continued to drag your hips over his. You wondered if he'd ever had sex before. He was unable to control any noises pouring from his soft lips, not that you minded in the slightest.
You climbed off of him, pulling his boxers off and laying there next to him, face first into the bed. He was breathing heavy next to you, and you watched as his hand wrapped around his dick, pumping himself as he looked at your ass.
"Where'd you put my shirt?" You asked, turning to face him. His eyes immediately trailed down to your chest and he bucked roughly into his hand. You grabbed his wrists lightly, pulling them up to rest on your breasts as you straddled his waist, ass barely brushing against his tip. "My shirt."
He fumbled for your shirt, finding it on the ground next to him before handing it to you quickly. His entire body was writhing under you, needy and too worked up. You put the shirt back into his hands and got off of him, moving instead to sit behind him, pulling him into a seated position where his back was now pressed against your torso, still holding his hand in your shirt, confused.
"Use it. Jerk yourself off." Your hand wrapped around the back of his and slowly lead it down to his cock, gripping it lightly with the fabric of the shirt and jacking off. You removed your hand, letting him continue as you began to press hot kisses down his neck, leaving him desperately moving around in your arms, unable to control himself before he came into his hand quickly. You laughed lightly. It was kind of pathetic, but hell if it didn't turn you on to see him so needy. He threw his head back, slowly rubbing himself up and down with the dirtied shirt and letting you leave hickeys on his shoulder as he came for almost a full minute.
"Shit," he moaned, opening his eyes to look at you. You looked back.
"Was it good?" You asked, running a finger up his side. He shivered against you, pushing the both of you further back into the headboard.
"Yeah. Was really good," he answered breathlessly. You laughed at him again, rubbing your hand over his torso now.
"Do you want to do it to me?" Your eyes got softer, and you watched his mouth fall open.
"Y-yes. But--"
"You can do it. Look at you. Came for a minute and still hard. How about you start with my tits, yeah?" You spoke to him kindly. He nodded. "Words, baby."
"Baby," he stuttered, flustered by the pet name. "I-- yes. Let me fuck your tits, please."
"Do it good. Cum on my face, pretty boy."
"Fuck," he hissed, hips stuttering into the air. You watched more blood rush to his dick with a smile. Jonathan got out of your lap and you took your bra and panties off, handing them to him before laying yourself flat on your back. He held the garments like they were holy, setting them down on the bed with your cum shirt. "How do I do it?"
"Put your hands on the headboard, then straddle my chest and just fuck them like you did to your hand. I'll hold them together for you." You put a hand on his hip as he straddled you, just like you said. His shaky hands reached up to grab his headboard and he turned the volume of the music up as you grabbed his dick, guiding it between your breasts slowly.
"Oh, shit." He started moving himself, head dropping between his hands as he grew harder between you.
"Just like that, good boy, Jonathan," you praised, holding your tits together and watching his face contort with pleasure above you. His thrusts grew faster, pace quickening as he came on your face only a moment later. Holy shit was he gone for you.
You'd never seen a man cum so fast. And to have it twice in one day was unbelievable. Your name came out of his mouth as he grunted and groaned, hips continuing to move back and forth as he rode out his high.
A moment passed where he hovered above you awkwardly before clamoring back down onto the bed next to you. His pupils were blown wide and he was focused on watching your stomach breath in and out slowly. His own breathing was erratic, much faster.
"Are you okay?" You asked him, eyebrows raised. He'd come twice in the past ten minutes. He only nodded in response to your question. A quiet laugh escaped your lips, one that he could barely hear over the music blasting. He reached over you to turn it off, suddenly shy under your gaze.
You rose from the bed, grabbing your bra and panties and putting them back on with your shorts. The shirt you had was far gone, Jonathan's cum smothered all down the side. His face flushed as you picked it up and used it to wipe his cum from your face.
"You missed some," he said bashfully, pointing to the skin beside your mouth. A small smile graced your lips.
"Can you get it for me?" You sat back down on the bed, handing him the shirt and watching him carefully as he used it to smear his cum off of your face. When he was done, he moved to hand the shirt back to you, but you pushed it back to him. "You keep it. Put it to good use, and next time you wanna do this, just ask, pretty boy."
"What about you?" His voice was rough. Erotic. "Did you want to borrow one of my shirts?"
"No. I've got my hoodie on the couch. I'll see you tomorrow."
And you walked out, leaving him naked and messy on his bed with your soiled shirt in his hands. Will was asleep in his room and Joyce was still out, so you quickly made your way to the living room to grab your hoodie and sling it over your head before leaving.
#jonathan byers#jonathan byers x reader#perv!jonathan#perv!jonathan byers#jonathan byers x you#jonathan byers fanfic#perv!jonathan x reader#jonathan byers smut#jonathan byers imagine
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
You're mine
Prompt number: 15 "What are you doing?"
Fandom: Stranger Things
Paring: Perv!Jonathan Byers x naïve!reader
Rating: 18+
Word count: 2.4k+
Warnings: Swearing I think. Jonathan being a perv and hella inappropriate. Smutish/fingering technically.
A/N: Um, hello. How is it fictober again? I feel like last years just ended. I don't know what came over me when writing this, but I hope you guys enjoy it!
Jonathan’s obsession with you started at a very young age, it started the day you transferred to Hawkins elementary school in the middle of third grade. You approached him on your very first day of school, he was the quiet kid in the back of the class that was doodling whenever you glanced at him, and you approached him at recess and asked him to play on the playground with you. Jonathan was obsessed immediately, you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen, and you were the first person to talk to him without teasing him for his haircut, or his clothes, or his face. You were an angel sent down to and for him.
In the years since third grade there wasn’t a day you spent apart from each other, Jonathan made sure of that. From casual run ins downtown when you were shopping, to convincing Lonnie to take you on a camping trip with them the one time Lonnie actually fulfilled his duties of spending time with his sons. You had gotten so used to being around Jonathan every day that if you didn’t see him it felt like something was missing. The first time Jonathan didn’t seek you out was because he had the flu and was bedridden, it was nearly dinner time when you went to the Byers’ house because you wanted to see him- you needed to see him, it was as if you could not function without seeing him. Your best friend was pleased with your distressed reaction after not seeing him for less than a day, but he held off pushing you further for a while, not wanting to startle you away.
He remembers the first time he really felt like a perv, it was seventh grade. You had convinced him to go to the playground at your old elementary school to goof around after you both had a very big test in pre algebra. Jonathan was off to the side sitting on a park bench when you were running around the playground to let your stress out. When you went down the slide, the woosh of air forced the front of your skirt up, something you didn’t notice, but Jonathan did. The moment is forever ingrained in his memory, your baby blue skirt flaring up just enough that he caught a glimpse of the pale pink cotton panties you wore underneath.
And you remember the first time someone ever called him a perv. A very pissed off Steve approached you in the hallway berating you for being friends with a perv like Jonathan, someone who goes around taking photos of other peoples half naked girlfriends. You didn’t believe a word of it, because your sweet innocent and shy Jonathan would never do such a thing, you would know if he was like that, afterall you spend more time with him than anyone else. Jonathan swore up and down that Steve was lying and just wanted an excuse to bully him and break his camera. And you believed Jonathan, because he would never lie to you.
Sleepovers have become a staple of your friendship with Jonathan, whether it be he sleeps at your house or you sleep at his. Your parents along with Joyce let the two of you sleep in your beds together, all three of them assuming that if something were to happen between you two it would have happened by now, so they weren’t worried and they don’t have an open door policy. Something that Jonathan takes full advantage of, and you're oblivious to abuse of the rules, or lack thereof.
With every sleepover Jonathan would just grow bolder and bolder. It started off small, moving the sheets down a few inches to get a glace at the curvature of your ass as your nightgown rode up in your sleep. At the next sleepover, less than ten days later, he worked up enough courage to graze his fingers along your pantyline, pleased to see that the pair you were wearing that night was pale pink, just like the first ones he saw a few years prior. After that night it started to snowball, and he became borderline reckless.
You fell asleep watching a new episode of cheers- a show that you had begged Jonathan to watch? That was fine, he would cover the two of you with a blanket, and pull you into his side until you were curled around him- Joyce thought it was sweet whenever she saw it, but it was anything but. He would cautiously take your hand and slide it up his thighs and onto his growing bulge, and when the excitement from that alone wore off, he would then slowly, carefully, drag your hand back and forth over himself.
You brought over your well worn white cotton bra, starting to yellow from how old it was? It was perfect for Jonathan! You’d take it off to sleep- naturally- and when tiny little snores left your lips Jonathan would pull it out of your backpack you had stuffed it in after changing into your pajamas, and take it to the bathroom with him. There he would quickly rub one out and ejaculate into the cups of your bra. He always did it early enough in the night that his semen would be all dried up by the time you awoke and put it on in the morning. The insides of your bra would feel weird and crusty when you’d put it back on in the morning, but you always assumed that it was just dried sweat from the day before and that you’d need to wash it again when you got home- you didn’t know any better.
Jonathan had a series of pictures of you, he made sure he was alone when he developed them- your body is his, nobody else can see the parts of you he does- and then he tucks them in the middle of his copy of ‘where the sidewalk ends,’ before shoving the book deep in his closet for good measure. If Joyce or Will ever found those photos everything would be ruined, Jonathan just knew he’d never be allowed to see you again. And if you ever found them? He’s sure you’d call him a perv and a freak, just like everyone else.
The pictures varied in borderline innocent to utterly depraved. The first picture of you that got shoved into his book started out completely innocent. He had an assignment for class- to take candid photos of the people around him- simple enough. Jonathan could waste rolls of film taking candid's of you, everything you did was breathtaking and he wanted to capture it all, to get every little face you make. So he obviously chooses to take quite a few candid's of you for the assignment, he obviously takes some of Will and Joyce too so his teacher doesn’t think he’s an obsessed weirdo when it comes to you. But what he didn’t take into account was that you're wearing a shirt that is just slightly too big for you that day, and with the smallest movement it will slide off your shoulder and down your chest a bit. The photo is a complete accident, you’re leaning forward laughing at something he said- you always laugh harder at his jokes than he deserves, and because you’re leaning forward your shirt dips low. Low enough to get a glimpse of your bra, it’s the first time he’s seen a bra on you and not just in your bag. Although the photo is in black and white he can still vividly remember the cream color of your bra that’s on display.
Not long after that incident, he finds himself in the Nancy incident. Jonathan can’t work up the courage to take more risque photos of you, so he goes for a walk around the woods in order to walk off some of his frustration. On his walk he stumbles upon the Harrington house, and movement in the upstairs window catches his eye. The entire time he snaps the photos of Nancy in King Steve’s window, he’s wishing it’s you- not that you’re sleeping with Harrington, but that he could capture you in such a compromising position, one that he doesn’t have to set up himself. He’s angry and upset with the aftermath of the situation, how dare Steve break his camera, the thing that captured his photos of you. He was also worried that you’d leave him when Steve told you, but he didn’t. He went out of his way to befriend Nancy after that and conned a newer, better, camera out of her and Steve.
After he received his new camera was when he became more adventurous with it. Gone were the days of trying to capture compromising photos of you spontaneously, and here were the days of depravity. It still started off small, photos of your panties on display, the result of your nightgown shifting during sleep. A few up the skirt photos at his dining room table, playing his cassettes so loud that you can’t hear the cameras’ click over the music. No longer did he ejaculate into your bras in the bathroom, no, he did that in the same room as your sleeping form. That was no longer enough for him, and soon he decided to jerk himself off standing above you while you slept soundly, taking pictures to prove to himself that this wasn’t just another wet dream. And one night when he was feeling completely reckless, he stood next to your face while jerking off, leaning forward and resting the tip against your slightly parted lips. He nearly came at the feeling of your soft lips finally touching him there, so he quickly snapped many photos to look back on that day and jerk off to.
Today started out like any other day, Jonathan picking you up for school, you with your backpack and duffle bag since you’re spending the night at his house this weekend. School was boring as ever, and of course Jonathan, and you by extension, are made fun of. When the day comes to a close you pick up Will from AV club and drop him off at Mike’s because the party is having their own sleepover. When you finally get to the Byers’ house Joyce is already home from work and has you two watch a movie with her, much to Jonatha’s chagrin as he wanted to be alone with you.
You end up falling asleep on Jonathan’s shoulder some time during what you think is the third movie you three have watched. Jonathan wakes you when the movie ends, you stumble to his room and quickly change into your nightgown before flopping into his bed and immediately falling back to sleep. Or at least that’s what Jonathan thinks. Instead of falling back into a deep sleep- like you normally do- you merely doze off, and Jonathan doesn’t wait long enough to make sure you’re really asleep.
You wake up to the feeling of cold fingers running up the back of your thighs and towards your center. Your heart immediately starts to pound and you’re about to scream for Jonathan when you hear the familiar sound of his camera’s shutter. It’s Jonaathan who’s touching you like this in your sleep, he’s the one that’s slowly moving your underwear down your legs. You don’t know why you don’t react in that moment, maybe it’s shock, but Jonathan takes it as confirmation that you’re truly asleep.
The camera clicks in quick succession after that, and his fingers become more adventurous, running over your lips. You bite back a moan at the unfamiliar, but very pleasant, feeling. You feel yourself growing wet, a completely new sensation to you. Jonathan lets out a quiet moan behind you, snapping more pictures as he slides his fingers into your wet core. The new feeling forcing a moan out of you, Jonathan stills at the sound, but he doesn’t pull his finger out.
“(Y/N)?” he whispers quietly, hoping that you’ve just moaned in your sleep.
“J-jonathan, what are you doing?” you clench around his finger as you look back at him. Jonathan can’t help but capture one more photo, your confused look and his finger buried deep in you.
“N-nothing,” Jonathan stutters, quickly pulling his finger out of you, and you whine at the empty feeling. Jonathan’s life is flashing before his eyes, what would he do if you decided to never talk to him again? He’d probably die.
“Jonathan, tell me what you were doing,” you flip onto your back before settling into a criss-cross position, unknowingly giving Jonathan a straight shot to your glistening vagina. The view and the fact that you weren’t running away screaming gave him courage and a confidence he never possessed, not when you were awake at least.
“I was taking more photos to add to my collection,” he holds your gaze, hands reaching forward to rub the tops of your thighs.
“You have a collection?” you ask intrigued, you know you should be scared, but it’s Jonathan. You have nothing to be scared about. “Can I see?”
Jonathan is all too excited to show you, springing off his bed and grabbing his book from the back of his closet. You gasp when he hands you a stack of photos, at least fifty of them. You’re shocked that you don’t come across any of Nancy, now that you figure Steve must have been telling you the truth, but there are only photos of you. You in compromising positions, even ones when you’ve showered in his bathroom, how did he slip in without you noticing? But the one your eyes linger on is the photo of his dick pressed to your lips, white hot heat runs through your body and straight to your core.
“When did you take this one?” you ask, not tearing your eyes away from the photo, it’s like your entranced.
“Two weeks ago, it’s my favorite too,” he smiles at you, sitting down beside you and leaning against the headboard.
“Jonathan,” you murmur, closing your legs tight and rubbing your thighs together in hopes of some friction.
“You’re mine, (Y/N),” you should feel scared at how possessive he’s being. You should fight him as his hand pries your thighs apart before finding your wet core again.
“Will you take more photos of me like this? Without me knowing?” your legs fall open on their own, giving his hand more freedom.
“I can’t lie to you, I will,” his finger slides up and starts flicking your bud.
“I’m yours,” you moan, practically orgasming at the thought of all the compromising positions you’ll put yourself in just for him.
#fictober#day 1#fictober22#jonathan byers x reader#jonathan byers x you#jonathan byers fic#jonathan byers imagine#jonathan byers smut#perv!jonathan#perv!jonathan x reader#perv!jonathan byers#perv!jonathan byers x reader#stranger things#stranger things imagine
470 notes
·
View notes
Note
I go so feral over perv Jonathan. Like Jonathan with a Joe Goldberg from the show YOU vibe. Like he’s following me around town photographing me, scaring off any man trying to talk to me, peeping in my window late at night, sneaking into my room to smell my pillows and perfume. And I of course, pretend I don’t see him but I’ll always leave my blinds open when I touch myself so he has a good view 😌
this is soooooooo wild. I kind of go back and forth on whether I like the perv trope, sometimes I’m like yes this is hot and other times I’m like… yikes no thanks 😬 but this works for Jonathan so well LMAO.
you have to leave the blinds open for the man, obviously. 🫣 give him a real nice show, really overdo it so he’s going feral while he watches you.
he buys a bottle of the perfume you use so his belongings can smell like you, and he definitely steals a pair of your panties for… you know… reasons…..
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
Mmmm perve!bf!Jonathan
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
Open your hips- Steve Harrington
summary: in your golf swing you're having a little trouble opening up your hips, coach harrington is more than happy to help.
cw: (kind of) dark!steve harrington, perv!steve harrington, breeding kink, steve takes advantage of reader's innocence , touching w/o permission, lying, sexual thoughts, coach lusting after player, (both parties are 18+), afab!reader
warning: don't read if you don't like this, if the warnings don't seem like your thing, move along <3
part two!
"coach! need help!"
he couldn't resist your little whine. he had been eyeing you hungrily the entirety of your session on the driving range. that little skort, the shorts tight around your creamy thighs. hugging and displaying the fat of your ass when the wind blew over.
in a strut, he moved closer to you, wetting his bottom lip and using all the willpower he had to concentrate on your eyes. those large eyes, eyelashes long and curling upward, the black shadow highlighting your perfect pupils.
he inched closer, eyes on your hips now, "take a swing for me."
he studied you, how you used the club to tap a ball out of the wired bucket. lining up and thrusting your hips inwards to perfect your spine angle. he watched your body coil as it turned back, the tight polo you wore stretching and flaunting your perky breasts that attempted to squeeze through the fabric. in brief gusts of cool wind, your nipples poked through the thin fabric, enchanting his eyes. they just begged to be sucked, to be twisted and circled with his tongue.
they begged to be full and heavy with milk, leaking sweet milk for him in his mouth. all because he could fill you up, swell your belly with his perfect harrington prodigy.
"hm, i see the problem," he leaned down, crouching next to your legs and holding onto your hips. his hands gripped tightly, earning a little- shocked- whimper from your lips.
"couch? whatcha gonna do?" your baby-like voice only made his pants tighten more than before. his cock was strained, fantasizing about shutting you up. ending that baby voice by shoving himself down your throat, making you choke on his fat cock, mouth drooling. spit dripping onto your little white polo.
"gonna hold these hips and make them fully turn, alright?"
you could only meekly nod, a rose tint flush on your cheeks once you felt the tight grip he held on your hips. he re-gripped his fingers, curling them around the fatty parts. with the new view he could see your folds, snugged by the tight cloth for the shorts under your skort. they seemed so pretty, so needy for him to smack.
there was a desperation he was facing, to bring two fingers up between those peeping folds of yours. to coat his fingers in your slick, hell he could see you weren't wearing any panties.. now he just wondered if you were soaked or not.
desperation had led to temptation, and steve harrington had no will power. he delivered a quick smack to your folds, legs shaking subtly at the sound of your little whimper.
"c-coach, what was that for?"
your innocence was just as sexy as your body. he could feel your slick on his fingers, licking each one, thankful for the net-like texture of the skort.
"saw a bug on your, kitten parts, can't let such a pretty pussy have a bug on it, can we?" he cocked an eyebrow, gulping in hopes to hide the smirk. the flesh of your folds was still imprinted on his touch, wanting to squeeze the plump parts of your pussy, but knowing he couldn't.
not yet.
"n-no coach, thank you." you tried to smile, heart racing a mile a minute. he was just looking out for you, you didn't know any better. you didn't know he was lying, or that he squeezed his cock to visions of your perky ass before.
"no need to thank me, you're the princess on the team, gotta make sure you're taken care of. now, take another swing for me, let me open up these hips."
#perv!steve#perv!steve harrington#steve harrington smut#dom!steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#stranger things smut#st4#coach!steve harrington#tw: innocence kink#eddie munson smut#eddie munson#jonathan byers#golf#sexy sports#dark!steve harrington
4K notes
·
View notes
Note
perv!jonathan who makes u sit on his lap in the back of argyle’s van. tells you (and argyle) that’s for drivers safety. “argyle drives too fast for you!” he claims, “you’ll be safe if i hood you down!” he claims.
secretly, he just wants to feel you bump on his lap whenever argyle runs into a speed bump or when he makes a crazy turn.
whenever you get too scared of argyle’s driving, don’t worry! your best friend jonathan is there to hold you tight against him so that you don’t fall! don’t mind that he’s grinding his lap into you, and don’t mind that he’s holding you down a little too tight.
he’s just trying to help you! don’t worry about it!
FUCK.
He’d be so adamant about the fact you just HAD. to sit in his lap every car ride, “I just don’t want you to get a concussion” or “you’ll get bruised up” he explains while coining “I got flipped over my first few times riding in here” even though it wasn’t your first time riding with argyle—pulling you down at inappropriate times and “subtly”(it’s very noticeable but you don’t say shit.) grinding his lap into your ass where you can literally feel the girth of his dick because he’s so rushed and rough with the movements. Borderline cumming into his pants whenever argyle hits a curve or a speed bump because he has a side view of your body bouncing up and down so all he can imagine is how you’d look if you were bouncing on his exposed cock—breathing heavily into your neck telling you not to worry about it he just “got the wind knocked out of him” when he’s actually fighting not to cream his pants because y’all are about to reach where ever tf your going
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
based on an ask! nsfw but no sex (yet) 18+
warnings: smut, pervert jonathan, slight somnophilia, non-consensual pornography, implications of sex.
pairings: perv!bestfriend!jonathan x fem!reader
a/n: short but lmk if u want a part 2! also my first little story ever so sorry if it’s bad!
u and ur mini skirts ✧
after the longest and hardest days, jonathan byers was always there to listen to whatever you had to tell him. you never kept any secrets from him.
but boy did he keep them from you. he kept secrets of you. you’ll never know about the dozens of up-skirt photos he has of you hidden in his bookshelf. or even the gems he captured with his hand on your bare ass when you fell asleep in his bed. he kept those ones in his sock drawer… for a reason. he couldn’t help it. and what else could he possibly do when his best friend made him so hard?
either way, you would never find out about his little secret. so when he heard you knocking on his bedroom window, he quickly hid his little stach under his pillow.
“come in” he coughed out, trying to sound casual. when you threw your leg over his window your skirt rid up, giving him the perfect view of your ass beneath your tiny lace thong. he could already feel himself shifting in his jeans.
“i feel so stressed” you groaned, sitting down next to him on the bed you knew so well.
“why, what’s wrong?” he questioned. he loved listening to you. he loved to make you feel heard. he loved trying his best to make your problems go away.
“school has just been stressing me out so much. i’m taking way too many classes and i don’t even have a break for lunch. i just need some release. just something to make me feel less heavy.” you vented, flopping back onto his pillow.
you feel something hard hit your head. “ouch jonathan, what are you storing under this thing?
if only you knew.
you turn over and pick up the pillow, only to see an entire pile of photos jonathan has taken from up your skirt, of your ass when you were sleeping. “what the fuck. what the fuck are these?”
jonathan wanted nothing more than to disappear. “i’m sorry i- i can’t help it. you and your fucking mini skirts. you don’t know what it does to me.” at this point, he already had a boner. even your confrontation was turning him on.
“wow, what a pervert.” you say with fake disgust. “i mean i knew that much but this, this is disgusting. i came here so you could help me destress and this is what i get?” you add teasingly.
“i can still help you with that. why don’t you turn over for me, baby?”
#stranger things#jonathan byers#jonathan byers smut#jonathan x reader#perv!jonathan#jonathan byers x reader#stranger things smut
435 notes
·
View notes
Text
photos
pairing: perv!jonathan byers x cheerleader afab!reader
tw: Jonathan being a pervert, sub! jonathan if you squint
summery: Jonathan never meant to be in this position right now. I mean it's your fault for leaving pictures of yourself naked just there for everyone to see! he simply couldn't help it.
word count: 1210
a/n: honestly I struggled a bit with this fic and believe its kinda bad, but I did work too hard to not post so its here! also Jonathan’s a virgin so he doesn't last long in the smut part. I really hope y’all will enjoy this fic. also i might consider making a part two…
You were at school during lunch sitting with your friends from cheer. You were looking around the lunch area for Jonathan byers. You wanted help on developing pictures to give to your boyfriend. Of course they were shots of you in lingerie and naked in sensual positions, BUT you were really scared that if you developed them yourself, they'll get damaged and your hard work of taking those pictures goes down the drain. So even with the risk, you desperately wanted his help.
After some minutes of looking, you told your friends that you’re going outside for fresh air. Instead you really went to the school’s darkroom, wanting to check if Jonathan was there. And behold he was. He looked up, checking who entered, and noticed it was you. The expression he wore was shocked, with wide eyes, not expecting a cheerleader to be here. You wave at him, “hey!” you said with a friendly tone “um…hey.” he said softly, hesitantly waving back. You walk towards him and stop once you're close enough. “I was wondering if after school you can help me develop some pictures?” “uh…yeah sure,” he said with a quick nod. “Great! Thanks jonathan! We’ll meet here as soon as the bell rings.”
Later that day…
The bell rings and you start collecting your things and stuff them in your bag. You start making your way to the darkroom and once you're there, you enter. You see Jonathan looking at pictures hanging from the strings, still wet. He looked at the door and noticed it was you. “Hey.” he said softly. “Do you have those pictures?” “oh! I was hoping maybe instead you can talk me through the process…they're private.” you said, hoping he could still help. “oh…yeah sure i can try to do that.”
You take out the pictures from your backpack and go to your station where you can develop your pictures. He then moves to where you're out of his sight and starts explaining the process. In no time you developed the pictures, with a few bumps of course, but Jonathan quickly tried to help with the limit he has. You now have to hang them up on the string, which makes you immensely nervous, one, for the results, and two, Jonathan and anyone who enters might see the pictures. You felt the anxiety consume you and quickly felt desperate to get out of that room. “I'm going to the restroom. Can you please make sure no one sees my pictures?” “yeah sure.” jonathan said with a nod. “Thanks!” you said as you left.
Jonathan was curious as to why you desperately wanted no one to look at your photos. He debated for a minute about whether to check them or not and finally settled to check, expecting pictures of you with friends and family or maybe of your room, that you might have been embarrassed for him to see. He turned to where your pictures are, and stood in shock as he saw the contents of the pictures. He first saw one of you in a pretty lingerie set and quickly scanned to the others where you were completely naked, making an innocent face. He couldn't help but get hard. His boner getting harder and harder the more he kept looking.
He didn't want you to see his boner, you'll probably tell your cheer friends and they’ll start making fun of him more and call him a pervert. So, he thought if he quickly jerked off, he will avoid that situation. He started palming himself and let out soft moans. Then reached to his belt buckle and quickly loosened it so he could reach into his jeans. He unzipped his pants and continued palming his hard cock while looking at the picture of you wearing nothing but your cute cotton panties, legs spread, with a wet patch on them. He started letting out moans, hoping no one would walk in. Then the door opened.
It was you and you quickly closed the door, thinking of the photos. you looked at Jonathan, noticing the noises he was making and the expression on his face, and then you looked down, noticing Jonathan touching himself. “Shit!” Jonathan said while turning away from you and fixing his jeans. You stood there, processing what you just saw. Jonathan with his hand on his crotch, rubbing up and down, letting out the softest of moans and whines, with his eyes looking at a specific picture of you. You couldn't help but get hot and bothered by what you saw. Jonathan getting so worked up by your pictures that he started jerking off in the school’s darkroom.
“Wait, jonathan…” Jonathan quickly cut you off. “I’m so sorry y/n. Honestly. I shouldn't have-” you quickly walked over to him and started palming him over his jeans, belt still unbuckled. “It's ok…i found it.. hot.” you said softly, while staring into his eyes. Then you started kissing his neck, finding a sensitive spot and sucking on it. Jonathan lets out a whine. Then you kiss down his body to his crotch. You start unzipping his pants and pull them down enough so they won't get in the way. You pull down his boxers and his cock pops up, slapping his stomach. It was so hard and red, desperate to be touched. You pumped it a few times quickly and gave it a quick kitten lick, Jonathan immediately moans. You then sucked the side of cock, starting down to up to his tip, then devouring him whole. He quickly reached his hands to your head, holding it. You bop your head up and down in a steady pace, trying to fit all of him into your mouth. “F-fuck…” jonathan moaned. “It feels so..so good..” Jonathan said softly. This encourages you to go faster. “Mmhhh…aahh” Jonathan feels more pleasure than he can take. “…mmh.. I'm gonna cum y/n..” you quickly move your mouth to his tip, awaiting for his cum. With a few licks around his tip, he came, letting out loud moans. You kept sucking around him, making sure it's completely clean with no drops left behind. This pulls the whines from his mouth. You then release him with a pop! You swallowed his cum while staring into his eyes. Jonathan sucked a quick, deep breath from the sight. You then helped put his cock away in their confinements. You stood up. ‘ya know, I didn't believe my friends when they said you're a pervert who probably takes pictures of girls without them knowing.” you looked at jonathan, who was wearing a face of guilt. “I guess they were kinda right, It's ok though…i have to admit it was so hot seeing you jerk off to pictures that weren't for you to see in the first place.” You moved to where your pictures hung and took one off, the one Jonathan was staring at when you caught him. “Here keep it, I saw the most desperate look in your eyes while you were staring at it. I know you'll appreciate it more than my boyfriend.” you then take the rest of your pictures and stuff them in a pocket inside your backpack. “I’ll see you around jonathan.” you said with a kind smile.
The last thing you saw before you left the room was Jonathan, mouth agape, holding the picture you gifted him, with a growing boner.
#jonathan byers x reader#jonathan byers#jonathan byers smut#jonathan byers x you#stranger things x reader#stranger things x you#perv!jonathan
631 notes
·
View notes
Text
thinking about perv!jonathan and the amount of headcanons i could write about him tbh!
#him canonally being a bit of a perv is what i live for#i just KNOW he’s such a filthy disgusting man and i love that#i wrote a little short pieces about perv!jonathan AGES AGO when i first opened this account and deleted it when i revamped it#i’m in such deep regret about it#jonathan byers#jonathan byers smut#stranger things#stranger things smut#jonathan byers headcanon#stranger things headcanon
11 notes
·
View notes
Text
u know what, fuck u *un-innocents ur angelface*
(cw: stalking, drugging, somnophilia)
perv!angel who steals steve's sweaty gym clothes out of his bag and sniffs them, sleeps with them, puts them over your pillow so you can pretend you're cuddled up next to your crush and humping it when your fantasies and fingers don't do you enough justice. listening closely when you're at school the next day to see if he noticed, and when he does, you get blessed with the image of steve playing on the skins team in some old, tight pair of shorts he must've had stashed away in his locker, completely shirtless and sweaty. and while you just wish you could take a picture of him, part of you wonders what would happen if you stole his clothes and towels while he's showering after class....and just how much you'd get to see then.
perv!angel who stalks eddie so much you know when he's most likely to smoke enough to completely pass out, when he's clearly had a bad day or he's just more tired than normal, that curly hair a mess and big dark circles under his sunken eyes. and when that happens, and he snores deeply enough that you're sure he's knocked right out (maybe even with help from some crushed up sleeping pills in his food/drink/joints) you pull his boxers off his hips and push your tongue up against his warm, musky cock, nuzzling your nose into it until it perks up and you can really get some use out of it. and you'll even clean it all up with your tongue when you're done for your eddie to wake up like nothing ever happened.
perv!angel who breaks into the byers' house to paw through jonathan's things, pocketing random items like crumpled papers and reject photos and a pair of his underwear, all squirreled away in your little bag that you're gonna take home and add to your shrine. thinking for a moment that that's all you're gonna take for now, but then your eyes flicker over to his bed--sheets all messed up and blanket thrown over the side, like he'd slept restlessly this morning and jumped out of bed in a rush. with a touch against his mattress, you can tell it's still soaked in his sweat. maybe from a nightmare, or....maybe from some other hotter, wetter dreams that made him sleep in. you throw your bag down and kick your bottoms off, so you can sit yourself on his bed with nothing between you and the sheets--and the little spot you're gonna leave from touching yourself won't even be noticeable when he comes back, although the underwear you "accidentally" leave under his bed probably will.
#perv!angelface#eddie munson#steve harrington#jonathan byers#spicy writing#eddie's angelface#eddie munson x reader#steve harrington x reader#jonathan byers x reader#st 4#stranger things#ellie writes
184 notes
·
View notes
Text
overstaying your welcome.
summary: perv!Jonathan Byers x fem!reader who’s currently staying with the byers while her family is out of state.
♡ warnings: loser/pervert jonathan, smut, male masturbation mentioned, pantayy sniffa!!
m.list | navi
Your parents decided to have a nice affordable vacay amidst the tragedies befalling hawkins indiana, even if that meant leaving you behind to go live with the Byers. Joyce, Jonathan and Will Byers to be particular. “honey, breakfast is ready,” you heard joyce chirp from the hallway. You groaned and stretched as you readied your self for another day in the Byers household. You and Jonathan were the closest in age but he found himself rather caught up in photography to even notice your presence and even sometimes being cold to you. Maybe he also felt animosity towards you for having to share a bed with you. Not like someone else was going to take the spot, so what should he care. “hey uh- mom said food is ready— come eat already,” jonathan says, his scrawny figure leering over your sleepy form. “okay okay i’m coming,” you groan shielding your eyes from the sunlight that dared to creep through jonathans drapes and from the lamp jonathan turned on.
You slid to the bathroom to put on a bra, only taking it off before heading to bed. It was for comfort reasons.. right? As you walked out of his room you were hit with strong whiff of syrup, “did you make waffles joyce, smells delicious,” you say, pulling up a chair to the table. “Thanks honey, glad to know someone likes my cooking,” Joyce said while shooting a glance at her two boys, earning you a quick glare from jonathan. you shot up your arms in defeat, not trying to make him seemingly hate you more.
But little did you know, he didn’t hate you. He fancied you. You were the perfect girl for him, or so he thought. Thoughts often clouded his mind while he was in the shower finding his hand on his dick working his hand up and down his length, his closed eyes giving him a chance to remind himself of the view of your chest rising and falling as you lay deep in slumber next to him.
He remembers all the nights he pulled your covers up, to make sure you were comfortable, not so he could have his hands closer to your boobs. why would he do that? only perverts act that way. He notices the way you act when you’re feeling a certain way. Even notices your demeanor change at school after certain classes. He only acted cold towards you because let’s face it, the fucking loser had to compose himself one way, and shutting you out would do it.
Joyce have never seen her son so chipper to do chores but why would she complain when jonathan offered to do laundry, even getting mad when she tried to. Using the excuse “mom, you already do enough let me have this, okay?” she couldn’t help but smile not even the slightest aware of her sons’ ill intent.
He found himself locked in the laundry room, your underwear in hand, his dick in the other having the most lewd time of his life, even using your panties as a gag to muffle his own moans, fore the stimulation starting to be too much. It was days like this when he started to get more bold, eventually one day even palming himself while you lay sleep next to him, or so he thought you were sleep. Maybe you were, maybe you weren’t.
“jonathan wanna go to the drive-in?” you ask jonathan. “uh- what about w-” before he could finish, “will is going over his friend mikes’ house for the night, cmon it’ll be fun.” you say back. Jonathan agrees and gets ready, he throws on a brown button up and some jeans and gets in the car, taking the duty of driving you two.
About five scenes later into the movie Jonathan decides to make his move, he subtly moves his ragged hand to your thigh, making small circles with his thumb. You notice but you don’t mind, attention still on the movie. He gets more bold and connects your hand with his and plants a kiss to it. He gets even more bold and kisses you, resting his hand on the back of your head, feeling complete when you kiss and embrace him back. fuck this felt like heaven. The light of the projecter being the only illuminater and it allowed you and jonathan to do just about anything on that dark night.
You climbed over to the drivers seat and pushed back the chair, straddling his thighs. You grabbed his face and kissed him and started to get more sloppy and erratic with your kisses, even going as low as his collar bone. “jonathan are you-” before you can finish your sentence, he’s leaning in, chasing the softness of your lips and the way they move perfectly in sync with his. He pulls away but only for a second, “yes i’m sure,” then he returns to kissing you. His fingers running up your back under your shirt, grazing your bra. You lean into his touch, feeling euphoric in the moment.
He pulls at your shirt and you lift your arms allowing him to do so. once your shirt is no longer in the picture he looks at your cleavage admiring them for a moment, then he reaches in the back seat for his camera, “you mind?” you say you don’t care and he snaps a quick photo of you and puts his camera to the passenger seat. he then removes his own shirt, and you both move to the backseat, you lay atop him and you make out even more, he then flips you to your back, and you scoot up to the window. With your back now against the window you help and aid him in taking of your jeans. He removes his pants, only wearing boxers at this point. He moves to your cunt, his face leering over it as he slid your panties to the side. He starts lapping up and down your cunt getting more confident as the moments pass. He gets more bold and rubs his two fingers against the wetness of your cunt and begins to work his way inside of you.
“fu-fuck jonathan im close,” you whine out, moving your hands to his messy hair guiding his head to all the right places. He hums against your cunt letting you know he heard you and he starts pumping you with even more vigor. It’s not long before his fingers start to get messier with your cum. You let out a content sign and pull him up for a kiss. He pulls away and cleans off his fingers with his tongue. “do you want me to do you now?” you ask willing you give this man the world after how hard he made you cum. “no let’s make this about you,” he replies and then he flips you over to your stomach and lifts your hips up to his and your face down to the leather seats. He spits on his hand and start stroking up and down his dick, and then slides his tip between your lips before pushing himself inside. you hear him grunt as he gets through the first few thrusts and he finds shelter in your hips as he grabs them, pulling you back into his thrusts but momentarily before slowing down. “if i keep going at this rate im gonna fucking cum,” he says. He stays idle for a minute then he continues thrusting into you until you both hit your climax on each other.
“that was.. good,” you say now laying on his chest. he grabs a blanket that he previously stored for you movie watching, “yea,” he replies rubbing your back with his hand, you both unpurposely nod off and you are awoken to a knock on the window of the car. “Yo, you can’t still be here,” you hear a gruff voice say. You wake up jonathan and he leans up to the front to roll down the window. “Jonathan? what are you- oh,” he says shaking his head. “you two get out of here the movies been over, and uh- tell joyce i said hi,” said hopper, walking away to get back into his cruiser. You and jonathan get back into your respective seats and laugh. You both drive home in a comfortable silence. “I enjoyed myself,” you say while getting out of the car.
“yea, me too.”
have y’all seen that one edit of him omg he’s so fine
likes, feedback and reblogs are appreciated heh
#i need dick from a fucking loser#jonathan byers#perv!jonathan#jonathan x reader#lulawrites#jonathan please give me a chance bae#jonathan byers x reader
157 notes
·
View notes
Note
Ooooo can we do peeping Tom for Jonathan 👀👀
Ooooo! Thank you for requesting!
You've caught peeping tom: Jonathan
warning: somnophilia
You would consider Jonathan a highly respectable boyfriend. He was kind, shy, and polite. When he would come visit he would bring some flowers for your mom and was respectful to your father.
But he had a secret. A secret that if discovered he would probably die from the shame. He thought you were picturesque but taking a photo was never good enough in some moments. Like when you were asleep. When he would sleep over he would watch sleep. The moon's glow on your skin was breathtaking. He didn't have time to get out his camera and snap a photo of you sleeping. He also thought it was rude, what if you woke up? He would just bask in the moment. You were wearing a beautiful slip dress. a strap slid down your shoulder, revealing more of your cleavage.
Jonathan's mouth goes dry. He looks at your serene face, nice and relaxed, you were out like a light. He could indulge himself this time why not. Slowly, he slides his hand over his boxers and begins to palm himself. He leans back against the headboard and lets out a shaky breath. He continues to grind against his hand trying not to make too many quick movements. His eyes move over your body. You never liked to sleep under the covers completely. Your bare legs were out and your dress as risen up to reveal your pretty pink underwear. He bites his lip as he feels himself get hard at the sight. He needed to deal with this now.
He slips out of the bed quietly and kneels on the floor next to your sleeping body. He takes his cock out and begins to masturbate at the sight of you. His hand is quick, his grip tightens over the head, he didn't want to disturb you. He needed to hurry up and finish. He was starting to get red in the face and lightheaded, he didn't want to make any noise.
He was close he was almost there when you stir, "Jonathan? Is that you?" He counts his blessings when he sees your eyes are still closed. He keeps moving at a slower pace, trying to get back to the blood-rushing moment, "yeah baby it's me."
You whimper, "The bed's all cold. Come back to bed." You turn over showing off your ass to him. He lets out a strained moan. "In a bit, I'm putting on my socks. I need to go to the bathroom." Quickly, he tucks himself away and rushes to your bathroom. He hunches over the counter and finishes himself off, pathetically. Cum dribbles into his hand and onto the floor. He looks up and sees how pitiful he looked not being able to finish the way he wanted to. Over top of you, staining your sheets, your clothes. and you.
200 follower celebration!!
#pervert!jonathan#perv!jonathan#jonathan byers blurb#jonathan byers x reader#jonathan byers x black!reader#jonathan byers fanfic#cami's 200 celebration
33 notes
·
View notes
Text
Somebody tell me no before I write some perv!Jonathan
17 notes
·
View notes
Text
yall should send me some asks abt Eddie (especially perv eddie, or ghostface eddie😵💫) im so bored 😔 Ooh or jonathan, my bb 💕
ill write a lil something abt any asks im sent to the best of my ability
13 notes
·
View notes
Text
Open Your Mouth- Steve Harrington
summary: after running your mouth, coach harrington decides to fix that filthy mouth.
Coach!steve harrington x golfing fem reader (pt 2 of open your hips)
cw: dark!steve harrington, this is DARK, i promise. don’t read further if these warnings worry you. perv!steve harrington. coach!steve harrington. dumbification, heavy & borderline mean degradation w/o consent, dub con (imo), coach using a player for sex, coach lusting after a player, impact play, innocence kink (faint), oral (m receiving), rough manhandling, treating like an animal but not pet play.. steve makes reader lick cum off the floor, afab! reader
part one!
"come in,"
you walked in, hands in your lap while your eyes scattered across his body, his expression. unlike most times he didn't look pleased, smile lines rested and drooped into a disappointed frown- almost even a line.
you knew what you did wrong, you let your mouth run wild after a match once an opponent accused you of cheating. which you never did- well, didn't mean to. okay maybe you did mean to, but it was just to move a lie.
standing in the corner was all you could do, heart racing and palms sweltered. coach steve never was the angry type, until now. seething and huffing, he blew a gust of cold air out from his lips in the hopes of calming himself down.
steve would swivel to meet your lamb-like gaze, his hands tight around the ledge of the desk with his veins pulsing in agitation, "i'm fucking pissed off, y/n. can you tell? can you tell i'm fucking pissed off? beyond fucking pissed!"
a harsh gulp bumped down your throat followed by a timid nod, "y-yes coach."
his anger didn't halt purely at the scandal from the game, but at the attire you wore. a polo with the buttons halfway undone? exposing your cleavage? no one should be seeing those tits, he told himself that over and over. he should be seeing them, biting them, marking them. visions of you helpless for him were quite the reoccurrence, but with someone so innocent he had to tread lightly.
but he was at the point of blowing a fuse.
in a quick motion he stood up, his shoes pounding against the floor with each angry step he took towards you. there was the urge to clutch onto your cheeks, press the pads of his thumbs into either side and make you beg for forgiveness. yet, even someone so incredibly horny like coach steve harrington knew better.
"and you think a fucking slutty outfit is appropriate for a fucking match? always thought you were a smart girl but damn, you are turning into one dim fucking bimbo. y'know that? the fuck you gonna do in life as a dumbass whore-dressing bimbo? ain't no tour gonna want that you little-" and he stopped when he caught sight of your waterline greeted with arriving droplets of tears.
at the sight of such tears he could feel his cock strain, the jeans he wore fasten tighter around him, "you should be on your knees fucking begging for me to keep you on this team."
without a second thought you did as told, sniffling as you dropped down to your knees. the wood flooring felt like a punch to your kneecaps but you couldn't care now. sorrowful mumbles pass through your lips, all of which are apologetic and begging for his mercy, "please don't- don't kick me off the team coach. please don't, please-"
your mouth stops moving when your cheeks feel a sharp clutch on them, and your chin is lifted further upwards, bottom lip tugged down gently.
"i should put that dirty fucking mouth to work."
and he did as he said. the buttons of his jeans drew away from the slits with the hem of the denim crunched eventually down near his ankles. his fingers curled tightly around the waistband of his boxers, the outline of his cock bulging through the thin fabric. you couldn't process completely what was going on and you were only able to look up into his eyes, and see a sort of darkness you've never seen in him before.
steve snickers grimly, patting your cheek with his fingers, "bet that mouth can work, huh. always try to act innocent but i bet you're a damn good cocksucker. and i wanna make sure."
you have no control, but you only nod. you can feel your mouth water once his cock springs from the barriers of the cotton. tip swelled and dripping with precum, bright red as the rest of his length pulses. coach is no patient man, which is way he yanks down your jaw and rams himself between your lips.
once soft skin is stiff with veins protruding against the walls in your mouth. you gagged at the abruptness but he only cackled, tilting his head back and beginning to pound himself into you. his balls reach closer to slapping against your chin with each extra inch he shoves down your throat.
"that's it, suck it like a dirty slut, suck it for your spot on the team," he can't pull his eyes away from you, enticed by the sight of you gasping for air while jammed with almost all of him. gags spill from your mouth, echoing off the walls before he slapped your cheek, "take it all, take all of coaches cock, you little slut."
air is something you forget about, your passage ways stuffed with the fat cock of your lustful couch. beads of saliva start to bubble around your lips until you just begin to drool like an animal. steve can't stop chuckling, lowly and mockingly as you try to breathe in deep but only choke as you do so.
mascara clogs your view with stained tears once he yanks your hair back suddenly, thrusting all of his cock into your mouth. leaving you jam-packed and vulnerable. you can feel him stiffen, the precum on your tastebuds. for a second or so he twitches, "got me fucking close, you like that? making coach cum to keep your spot?"
you don't acknowledge.
"fucking nod that damn head-" and you do. you nod repeatedly before your mouth becomes overflown with cum. you spurt and couch, swallowing the best you could but letting droplets fall from your lips and onto the floor. but steve is groaning like a mess, head rigid from intensely watching your every move with a dropped jaw. trickling sweat raced down his forehead the more he followed your actions, "fucking shit, my perfect little whore, oh fuck, take every drop, every fucking drop." you only want to oblige, so you obeyed him, swallowing. you didn't expect to be greeted with a salty yet almost addictive taste- yet you could've never expected this to ever occur.
it took a second for a once throbbing cock to soften, still lined with excess droplets of cum which are seen once he pulled out, "hm," is the only word that he spoke. steve's eyes study the ground before returning back to you, a malicious smirk present on his face.
"told you to take every last drop, so do it."
it felt beastly to even imagine licking a floor, but with hooded eyes covering dark pupils you have to do as told. eagerly, you crouch down further and drag your tongue across the single drop of cum on the floor. coach laughed, mockingly once again before moved a hand to brush through the locks of your hair.
"good girl, what a fucking good girl." you pop your swollen lips, tinted with a faint color of an almost transparent red.
"thank you, coach."
you smiled, but paused when he spoke again, "been wanting to do that for so fucking long. however, i've got some other plans in mind now."
yet you're eager with a heart that raced while awaiting for whatever was next.
still of course, a little confused.
#perv!steve harrington#Perv!Steve#steve harrington smut#dom!steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#stranger things smut#st4#tw: innocence kink#eddie munson smut#jonathan byers#billy hargrove#sexy sport#dark!steve harrington#stranger things#steve harrington fanfic
2K notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
bounceproinflatables
Bounce Pro Inflatables
teahatts
clown coming in through
tired-in-nimbasa
Tired In Nimbasa
shadowqueen64
Shadow queen
filthbear
terror abounds, in PISS HELL