#sub Jonathan Byers x reader

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25, 36 smut with sub Jonathan? If you write for him of course

I love Jonathan and I'd love to ruin him

“What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?”

“Touch yourself.”

Not proofread

Jonathan had this new friend, Argyle. He was a good guy and very funny. But he has the tendency to steal her boyfriend, get him high, and never give him back.

Y/N will admit she's a needy girlfriend. She wants her boyfriend. She misses him. They've been through hell together, sticking side by side with Will. And now that things seem to be going good, Jonathan wanted to feel good. Getting high didn't seem like a big deal. His brain in the clouds, having no idea he's been ignoring his girlfriend for weeks.

And she wasn't having it. People could sense the tension between the couple, just not Jonathan or Argyle. And it wasn't Argyle's fault, but she wanted to blame him.

She was used to Jonathan always being by her side. Now he's barely home, getting high at a pizza shop and not bothering to return her calls.

But she had a plan

She was going to make him beg for the slightest bit of attention.

~~

She used her best make up, styled her hair to perfection, and put on her best dress.

She smiled as she walked into Jonathan's room. Not surprised to see Argyle already in there, smoking a blunt.

"wow baby....you look gorgeous" Jonathan gasped. Coughing away the smoke in his lungs.

"damn girl" Argyle whistled.

She sent him a smile and walked over to Jonathan's closet.

"what are you doing?" Jonathan asked. Eyes watching her body closely. Tugging on his jeans lightly.

"I need a jacket. Supposed to be cold" she answered blankly. Digging through his hangers until she found the one she wanted. Smiling as she yanked the blue flannel.

"where are you going?" He piped up

"Jackie invited me out with her and Jackson" smirking as she said the name.

"JACKSON?" Jonathan piped up fast

"who's that?" Argyle

"he's a friend" Y/N said quickly, slipping on the jacket as she raced out of the door.

~~

"a friend my ass. He's been after her for months." Jonathan scoffed, standing up from his bed. "You're driving me to her, now!"

~~

"you see her?" Jonathan whispered, eyes searching the crowd at the carnival

"no" Argyle answered, also searching for the girl.

"WAIT THERE!" he exclaimed.

Jonathan followed Argyle's pointed finger.

Instantly heated as he saw Jackson's arm over her shoulder, leading her through the crowd.

"what's our plan dude?" Argyle asked.

"get him the fuck away from my girlfriend" Jonathan growled. Walking fast to the couple.

"BABE!" he screamed, acting shocked as he threw Jackson's arm off of her and hugging her.

"J?" She asked, definitely not expecting him to be here.

"hey! How funny we ran into you....at the carnival...on the same night"

"yeah that is... especially since I asked Jonathan to take me a week ago and he said no" her eyes glared over him. Not hiding just how pissed she was.

Jonathan flinched at her tone. Biting his lip as he swallowed. He slightly remembers that but he was so high that he didn't even know what she asked.

"shit man...you fucked up" Argyle muttered as he rocked on his feet.

Y/N scoffed and walked off. Leaving between all three boys behind her.

~~

Jonathan lost her in seconds. Guilt eating him alive as he drove back home.

He sat silently on his bed, twiddling his thumbs as he waited for her to come back.

Once he heard the front door open, here her say a soft hello to his mom and then his bedroom door opened.

"um hi" Jonathan whispered.

She ignored him, throwing off his jacket and shoving it to the floor. Changing into his shirt and climbing into bed.

He watched as she rolled on her side, ignoring him completely.

"I'm sorry" he said softly, pressing a kiss into her shoulder.

She shrugged him off, covering herself even more with the blanket.

"okay I know I fucked up. Can we talk about it?"

She groaned and rolled over. He sat next to her and she looked up with heated eyes.

"Talk about it? We haven't had a conversation in months. All you do is get high and ditch me. All I wanted was a date at a fucking carnival and you couldn't even take me to that. Forget it J" she sighed, going to turn back over but Jonathan's hand stopped her.

"no come on. I'm sorry. I've been a shitty and absent boyfriend. Let me make it up to you yeah?" He whispered in her ear. Kissing down her neck. Kissing up to her lips and kissing them softly.

When she didn't pull away, he took it as a yes. Rolling himself on top of her, yanking off his shirt. His hand crept up her shirt, fingers tracing her skin softly. Slowly twisting her nipples. Listening to her moan

She leaned up to his lips, whispering close

“What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?” she chuckled

His face dropped instantly.

"huh?" He squeaked out. Moaning slightly as she reached into his boxers, pulling out his cock

He looked down as she held it between them, dropping it. But he was so hard it stayed straight up

“Touch yourself.”

His eyes snapped to hers

"wait what?"

"touch your cock for me J" she whispered. Kissing his lips softly

He whined as he nodded

"okay baby"

He put his hand under her mouth, groaning as she spit on his palm.

He spit as well. Mixing their spit together and he lubed his cock. Moaning instantly as he pumped himself slowly.

He felt almost shy under her gaze. Her eyes watching his every movement. Following with every pump he made to his cock. Watching as the precum leaked down his tip. His tip was red.

"always so big" she complimented. Jonathan was definitely a grower. With every pump he always got bigger and bigger. Always having her test her own limits when he'd fuck her.

"fuck" he moaned. Eyes watching her as she sucked on her fingers. He pumped himself faster.

"you wish it was me huh?" She teased. Tracing her fingertips over his head. Smirking as he whined

Nodding fast as he began to rock into his hand.

"yes. Please?" He asked. His eyes looking up, pleading softly

"hell no. You ignore me, I'm ignoring you. Get yourself off and go to bed" she smirked

Laying herself down. Closing her eyes and humming softly.

She didn't care if he got so desperate he cried for her.

She wasn't touching a thing

'"are ..you going to bed?" He squeaked, hand stilling on his cock

"yes. Goodnight baby. Clean yourself off when you're done" still with her eyes closed

He pathetically whined. He couldn't be too loud with his mother and brother just doors down.

She was stubborn and she wasn't playing.

He had to accept that she wasn't giving him anything.

He pumped himself faster. He just wanted to get off now.

He clenched his eyes as he got closer. His free hand sneaking under her shirt, lifting the material up.

Moaning louder as he faced her bare tits. He leaned down and sucked on the skin softly. Still pumping himself as he got closer to his orgasm.

Sucking her nipples and switching between the two.

He pulled away with an idea

"can I use you baby?" He whispered

She didn't move a single muscle

He slid off his boxers, setting himself between her tits, pushing the skin together.

He moaned as her tits covered his cock, pushing himself in between her tits fast. All he wanted was to cum. He spit on his cock, smearing it from her left tit, to his cock, and to her right tit. Soaking his skin and hers. Thrusting himself faster, whining as he could feel his thighs clenching.

"that's it...I'm gonna cum for you" he moaned

Pushing her tits around his cock harder as he shot his load all over her tits and neck. Moaning as he emptied everything in him.

Once he felt his body relax, he threw on pants. Walking to the bathroom to get a warm towel, cleaning off her chest and neck. Kissing the skin softly as he pulled down her shirt.

He cuddled behind her, kissing her cheek.

"still not forgiven" she muttered

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sub!steve , eddie, or jonathan you choose they’re all adorable, but PLS best friend!character thats also kinda pervy and obsessed but not overly? like maybe you wear a short skirt or something else revealing and you notice they’re kinda 😵‍💫 and help them?? change anything you want though ofc

I decided to write this for Jonathan since he's literally the perviest man alive

Heatwave (J.B.)

There's a heatwave in Hawkins so you decide to wear a skirt for a change. Little do you know it's going to drive Jonathan absolutely insane.

Word Count: 2,536

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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all of kinktober, conveniently located in one place!

day one: praise kink - gilgamesh

day two: edging - sub!druig

day three: pegging - sub!ikaris

day four: overstimulation - jonathan byers

day five: bondage - sub!ikaris

day six: sensory deprivation - soft dom!druig

day seven: mutual masturbation - kingo

day eight: public sex - kingo

day nine: wax play - ikaris

day ten: roleplay - eddie munson

day eleven: oral - makkari

day twelve: face sitting - sersi

day thirteen: body worship - steve rogers

day fourteen: quickie - dane whitman

day fifteen: lingerie - eddie munson

day sixteen: degradation - steve harrington

day seventeen: dirty talk - nancy wheeler

day eighteen: biting / marking - jonathan byers

day nineteen: spanking - robin buckley

day twenty: sex toys - thena

day twenty one: breeding kink - soldier boy

day twenty two: multiple orgasms - billy hargrove

day twenty three: hate sex - billy hargrove

day twenty four: hair pulling - robin buckley

day twenty five: shower sex - sub!druig

day twenty six: masturbation - gilgamesh

day twenty seven: sixty-nine - jonathan byers

day twenty eight: cockwarming - diego hargreeves

day twenty nine: size kink - jim hopper

day thirty: thigh riding - gilgamesh

day thirty one: uniform - dealer's choice ( soldier boy )

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Ropes, Ribbons, and Rubber Bands: Stranger Things Edition

Getting tied up (Christmas special except...the only christmas related things are the ribbons)

Includes|Bottom: Jonathan Byers, Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington x Top Masc Reader

General CW: Dom/Sub | Part 1 (Genshin Impact)

Jonathan

♡ Jonathan loves being tied up, he looks gorgeous the way his breath hitches while you pretty up his body with silky red ribbon, or the way he looks at you so submissively as you decide what to do with him ♡

♡ He trusts you so much, he never feels scared when you tie him up. He loves submitting to you in all aspects of life. He even asked you to make most decisions for him. He wants you to have power over him ♡

♡ He'd be shaking as you take pictures of him, framing him in the most beautiful ways. Such a beautiful sight deserves to be documented ♡

"You look gorgeous tied up for me.." You sigh lovingly. He's on your bed jutting his ass out with his head turned to you, so clearly turned on. He whimpers at your compliment. "These are gonna come out so well." You move over to the side of the bed and stroke his hair, he stares at the boner in your boxers and almost drools. "Such a pretty boy."

"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out." You order, freeing your length. Jonathan does as he's told and lets you rest the tip of your cock on his tongue, he looks up at you and actually starts salivating. You take a picture before letting him close his mouth and suck you off.

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Eddie

♡ If the handcuffs on his bed didn't tell you already, this man loves being restrained ♡

♡ Tie his wrists and ankles together and pound his sweet hole full of cum until he's bloated ♡

♡ Call him a dirty whore, spank him, and touch him everywhere but where it matters most. He can't touch himself thanks to the rope and he gets more and more desperate the longer you take ♡

You look down at Eddie kneeling beneath you, hands tied and tasked with the goal of getting your pants off. He bites the zipper on your fly, dragging it down and then biting the waist of your jeans, then underwear and doing the same. Your hard cock flops onto his face, causing a wide smile to grow on his face.

Eddie wraps his lips around it and gets to work. He keeps eye contact with you while he sucks your fat length, ears a bright red from your dark and aroused expression. Just from seeing that he knows how roughly you're going to treat him tonight and that makes him squeeze and rub his thighs together in attempt to get some sort of relief.

Steve

CW: Consensual Non Consent

♡ The first time, he's embarrassed. He doesn't feel any sort of self-consciousness when he's naked but when he's draped with rope? It's like he's on display, under a microscope. Having your eyes on him while he's looking like that, he can't help but feel embarrassed. And aroused ♡

♡ You could do anything to him while he's tied up. You have so much power over him while he has none. His body is practically yours for the taking ♡

♡ He soon discovered that he likes roleplay, pretending he's been kidnapped for information and you're some criminal who takes advantage of him ♡

"This is your last chance." You warn. Steve spits on your face. "I'm not going to tell you anything." He's confident in his defiance. His actions only make you smirk. You unbuckle your belt and unzip your fly, tugging your underwear down just enough to free your length. Steve looks at you in disgust and fear, how could your final resort be this? You walk over to him and grab his hair, shoving him onto your cock.

"If you bite me, I'll slit your throat." You hold a fake knife to his jugular. "Just take my cock like a good boy." You grip his hair and tug him back and forth. Steve's cheeks redden and he looks at you dreamily, slobbering over your length and getting an all too familiar yet untamable feeling downstairs. "You seem to be enjoying yourself." You say in an amused and mocking tone.

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*!*!* In The Backseat *!*!*

Pair: Jonathan Byers x Cis!Male Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Dom!Reader, Sub!Jonathan, Praise kink, Car sex, Slightly public sex, spit kink, nicknames, Oral, Hair pulling kink.

Jonathan was sitting in the drivings seat of his car with his boyfriend, the night was warm, a decently nice summer night in hawkins, Jonathan looked over to his boyfriend, biting his lip, looking back at the road, "Eyes on the road, Byers." Y/N said, smirking, "mm. sorry." Jonathan said, driving in to get away from the road, and somewhere more private, looking at his boyfriend with puppy eyes, whiny, "What do you want, hm?" Y/N looked at him, raising an eyebrow, "Needy-" Jonathan threw his head back, sighing, "Get in the backseat." Y/N said, his voice harsh & demanding, Jonathan quickly crawled to the backseat, Y/N climbed back with him, grinning, "Be a good boy for me, okay?" Y/N said, Jonathan nodded, "Take off your shirt, okay?" Y/N asked, eagerly, Jonathan took off his shirt, "So obedient, my little good boy." Y/N said, kissing down his neck, marking down hickeys, "Gonna make you feel so good, gonna fill you up. " Y/N said, humming lightly, Jonathan sighed, inhaling air, whining, Y/N pulled Jonathan's pants off, holding onto his thigh, kissing it, leaving bite marks, Jonathan gripped onto Y/N's hair, "Please-- Please-- touch me--" Jonathan whined, his dick erect, red & begging for attention, Y/N smirked, pulling his boxers off, "Such a needy boy, so needy for me." Y/N smiled, taking a hold of the base of Jonathan's cock, getting on his knees, licking down onto the shaft, wrapping his mouth around his cock, watching as Jonathan's back arched back, "Feels so good- nGh." Jonathan moaned out, Y/N started bobbing his head up and down, stroking Jonathan's cock in rhythm with his bobbing, Jonathan gripped his hair, pulling it, Y/N looked at him, making his pace harsher & faster, Jonathan being closer to his orgasm, "Shit- i'm-- close-" Jonathan moaned out, bucking his hips up, cumming inside Y/N's mouth, riding out his high, letting out a pornographic moan, Y/N moved his mouth away, "open up, pretty boy." Y/N said, Jonathan obeyed, opening his mouth, his tongue lolling out, Y/N spit into his mouth, smirking, Jonathan swallowed, blushing out of embarrassment, "Such a good obedient boy." Y/N said, humming, kissing Jonathan's cheek, "Let's finish this at the house, shall we?" Y/N asked, smiling, Jonathan nodded, "Yes, please-" he whined out, the two getting back into the front seat, remembering the moment in the backseat.

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[decadentworld]

hey dude! how about C O Y D for the ask game for jonathan?

18+ after the cut (intended for sub/bottom Jonathan Byers x Dom/Top Male reader)

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Jonathan is such a minx. He loves cum play of all types. He loves big amounts of cum on him, in him, in his mouth, all over his face. Likes how it makes him feel that he was the one who made you cum that hard. Loves it when you cum in him and it drips out.

For such a small guy he can cum pretty hard and substantially if his orgasm is strong enough. He’ll be embarrassed if it hits you or your face but you’ll just laugh and collect it on your fingers to feed it to him.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

In theory, he would love to give you head, but there’s just a problem. You might just be too big for his mouth💁 So he tries his best, even if you don’t fit in him. Poor boy is probably sad about this but you reassure him. All in all, he majorly prefers giving head rather than receiving, but he’ll never outright refuse to receive a blowjob, since it’s one of the easiest and fastest ways to make him cum hard enough to cry.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He didn’t use to be so horny. He and Nancy were pretty vanilla and even then, they weren’t that sexually active. Now that you and him are together it’s like his libido has gone up without him noticing. He’ll be constantly horny, nervous that he’ll get hard if he so much as thinks about all the things you do when you’re together. Sometimes, he even needs to rub one out before a date, so that he won’t run the risk of getting hard in the middle of it if you don’t both intend to have sex later.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Jonathan feels kind of guilty about this, but he’d like to have a threesome someday. The thought of being spitroasted has him muffling an obscene moan into his pillow. Something that gets him so hard to the point of hurting is thinking about being double penetrated (two in the same hole). It’s a very unrealistic fantasy, given that he can barely fit you in him, but sue him, he’s horny.

Oh and well, the safe box with toys I’ve talked about in my fic.

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[wettestnjaay]

”NO NEED TO BE JEALOUS SWEET BOY”

NEEDY!JEALOUS!SUB!JONATHAN BYERS x MEAN!BIMBO!DOM!BLACK!READER SMUT

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r is a little mean not really but yk, dom!r/sub!j, calling self dumb/stupid, racist/sexist talk?, face riding, babying r and j, praising/downgrading kink, marking kink, claiming kink kinda?, j is insecure, a whole lotta jealousy, different positions, bubbly!r (BIMBO BEHAVIOR) ma'am/mama kink,, r is a little bit bipolar and hot-headed, r is in control for the most part, little bit of yandere Jonathan, pleasing and pleasure, pet names such as; good boy, sweet boy, baby, my love and mines.

YOU WERE IN THE HALLWAY OF HAWKINS HIGH, TALKING TO A FRIEND, Barbara Holland; you guys were talking about the last grades you've gotten in Mr. Rollins History class.

"Honestly, I might just go jump off of Bellwood Quarry.." you mumbled looking in your locket,

"Y/N don't say stuff like that." Barbara called out which made you feel even more dumb, you rolled your eyes.

"Right, sorry." You whispered with a attitude a bit, "I just hate his class, I'm starting to think he just pick on me.., what if he is a racist?" you started going on, "He probably can't stand seeing a black women be successful, you know-he could be a racist and a sexist!"

"I don't know about all of that, but maybe?"

Just as you closed your locket, and turned around you were met with a couple of popular boys,

"Hey Y/N?" the one named Riley started, as he friends followed behind him.

You rolled your eyes before looking at him and giving off a bubbly smile, "What do you want, Riley.."

He smirked your way before reaching a hand out to touch the fat exiting from your fishnets, you squirmed away from his touch before Barbara slapped his hands away.

"Don't you dare touch a girl without her permission."

He looked at her with angry eyes before he spat at her, "Who do you think your talking to, who even are you-leave."

You could tell by his voice he wasn't playing, he was dead serious.. you hoped and prayed that Barbara would stay and she did.

"Bara.. just go."

Just as you seen the fire in his eyes and his mouth about to open again you quickly pushed Barbara away telling her you’d met her in the cafeteria, which she disliked but did it anyways.

“Thank you, Y/N, I just wanted to ask you to help me with the essay.. right like you said you will.” He said soft but seriously, you sighed and nodded as he winked at you and kissed your cheek.

And then started to walk ahead.

Just as you let out a breath you turned to see Jonathan looking at you, sorrow eyes but filled with anger and disgust.

"Jonathan!"

Just as you called out his name he turned and looked at you for another second before moving along and rushing into a empty classroom.

You head went empty as dropped your book into your locker slam the mini-door and ran towards the classroom, "Jonathan?"

As you got walked further into the classroom where were a breath on your back causes all of the hairs on your body to raise.

"Jesus.. J you scared me!"

Just as you were turning around you felt him grab ahold of your hand, tightly twisting you around as you were met by his forehead press against yours.

"Hi, Jon." you said calm and sweetly, he pulled you closer wrapping his arms around you.

Laying his head on your shoulder as you giggle at the open mouth kisses he was laying onto your neck.

"Can you stop playing and let me know what's wrong?" you giggle to him as he is nose brushed off of your skin.

"Why does he always come and talk to you.. like sitting by you in class-aka my seat and kissing you cheek and winking at you??"

The questions sinked into your for a while, you started to realize his voice was breaking as he was till trying to stay calm but was getting angry and flustered at the thought of him with you.

"I don't know J.. I don't think it's that serious."

"No, no.. he can't-he's just trying to take you away from him." he said while looking down on the floor disgusted by you not noticing the little things..

"J?" you reached for his hand as he moved his away from yours.

You carried your hand towards his face cupping his cheeks as you forced him to look into your eyes.

"Jonathan.., baby?" his eyes were place all around the room as you were trying your best to get his attention, "Baby.. there is no need to be jealous sweet boy."

"No.. I want you to stay.. your mines?"

"I'm always yours, never still stop being yours." you said as he patted his cheek twice.

Just as the words came out your mouth you can see the more lovable and lust full up his eyes, he blinked once before pressing his forehead against yours once more.

His breathing increase as you wrapped your arm around his waist.

You always knew he loved to be babied and you were the only one to do that for me.

You breathed slowly watching him very closely almost forgetting how to breath as you caught a deep breath as his lips were finally touching yours.

You immediately respond to the kiss, pulling at his hair was he eyes shot back open just as his mouth did looking into your devil eyes.

Your fingers all attached to his scalp, as his hands gripped onto your shirt so closely wanting more of you and need it desperately.

Chuckling into the kiss even more as you gripped his shoulders and jump, lashing your legs around his waist as he quickly wrapped the arm around your hips holding you still.

Just as he was losing his balance to busy worked about you can craving more, he pushed desks together as you both fell on top of it, he stop caught his breath and crashed his lips against yours for the 2nd time, over and over on repeat,

Feeling him touch all upon your body you intended to giggle and laugh craving him just as much as he is craving you.

His kissed went from your lips to all over your neck, and on your collarbone, he pulled at your button-up shirt before looking up at you with his buried lips and a small smile.

You smiled and pulled him up to you kissing him lustfully on his lips before nodding, "Yes baby,, show me how much you want me to only be yours!"

He unbuttoned your shirt and gave you kiss on your chess and the middle of your breast before he asked you to lift up a little,

Just as you did what you were asked you felt his hands crawling on your body as he got your shirt fully off and unclipped your bra slowly before gripping onto your skirt and the liner of your fishnets.

You nodded once more before he kissed your belly button and your waistline dragging your skirt down your legs, making your squirm around at the exposer of your unclothed clit rubbing against the fishnets so closely which was most definitely leaving marks.

He backed away just as he admired your body for a minute or more, before taking off his shirt, and hovering over you as his belt was dropped to the floor.

Just as he gotten closer to you and kissed your stomach, you wrapped your legs around his shoulders.

"Mm..not that, you have to tell me what you want baby, okay?" you told him.

Jonathan just started to whine, as he tried to kiss the bottom half of your stomach once more but you trapped his hand.

All he could whimper and whine, he wanted to tell you so bad but no words were forming nor coming at.

"Jonathan." you called out to him just as his name but he just couldn't respond at all.

"Maybe, if I shove my pussy in your face you'll start speaking?" You questioned him just as he nodded a little, "Ain't that are J-baby?"

"You just a little pussy-drunk, sweet boy"

As the word came out of your mouth, you loosen up a bit, pushing Jonathan onto his knees and sliding your body to the edge to the table just as your legs were onto your shoulders.

His arms wrapped around my hips while licking your slit, looking up at you with pleasing eyes.

You moaned to him as you smiled and nodded as he sucked your clit, rocking your hips back and force on his face grinding that nub against his nose to add yourself more pleasure.

Back arching as his tongue entered you caused you both to moan as you pushed back against him.

Feeling yourself get closer and closer to your orgasm, your hands reach for his hair as you got him closer, pulling at his hair and all.

You were going to cum, and he knew you were as well.

"Im gonna cum.. honey oh goodness-where do you want it?" you asked in a whining whisper,

He moaned against your private before licking and sucking more wanting you to cum so badly.

“J-jonathan !” gripping onto his hair as you yelp, pulling him away.

“Stop being so naughty as answer me, okay..” you said harsh a bit as you seen him

He pouted looking up at you, as you slapped his face a little wanting him back to reality.

'Yes ma'am, sorry ma'am." he whimpered looking up at you as you smiled and move your hand from his red cheek to the top of his head.

He moaned at the patting of his head and the feeling of you messing and pulling at his hair, just for a moment staring at his glossy lips that were filled with you juices you had a idea.

"I'm gonna cum all over you face, okay baby?" you added as he nodded, "Maybe I'll even make you walk out this classroom with my juices upon your face, huh?"

He just moaned loudly at your words, trying to push himself back between you legs to hind his face, but you didn't let him at all.

"Please.. mama-sorry!" you smiled at his mistake and chuckle, before pulling him by his hair to face you.

"Say it again.." you whispered in his ear.

"Please?"

"No you know what I'm talking about, say it again or you won't cum." you demanded to him as he whimpered at the gripping of his hair.

"Im sorry mama.. Im sorry!"

You were in awe for a second, empty minded and do hungry for him now, "Get me to cum on your face right now, and then ill let you fuck me.. and maybe I'll cum in that mouth of your again after."

He slimed before kissing your shoulder and gripping you lower waist before pushing his darken dick against your unclothed cunt.

"Better get to work but you have blue balls."

Just as that was said you pushed him back down to his knees as he gripped your legs and thighs with one hand and the other he was palming himself, secretly but you didn't care.

You wanted to be mean and embarrass him with all of your cum on his face as he leaves out the room.

But then the other half of you wanted him to know he was yours and that you were only his and you loved him more then anything.

You mind could go empty and the only person that would still be in there is Jonathan he was your top idea, top accomplishment, he was your success, he was what you needed and what you want.

Your head fell back as you felt him rolling the fishnets around your clit as he sucked onto both, making you melt onto the desks.

"Close.. close!" You were closed to cumming and close to him bring the emptied minded bimbo out of you,

you just knew, and you could feel that this was going to be a mega orgasm.. you can tell by how he was eating you like a starving man.. you were going cum hard,, and mean it.

Just after your mind started going blink as you felt him slide two fingers inside of you curling them up repeatedly bring you closer to the climax.

"Please-Ahh! oh-oh Jonathan baby-oh my godddd! Aaaaghh~-" you grip his hair as you started to shake and grind onto his head, brushing his nose near your entrance and rolling off of the nub as he suck harsh and quickly onto your clit,

"Out.. Im gonna cum.. let me cum in on your face,, out-aaaaAh~~ please!" you moaned as your eyes gotten burry and you couldn't see nothing be Jonathan between your legs and the sounds of him lapping you up and down, quicker, faster and more and more.

He pulled his fingers out just as you told him, just as you came straight onto his face with a loud cry, with a mixture of a whimper and moan, so much pleasure just in a little amount of time.

You body fell back unto the table of the desk just as you groan from the pain, but moan at the pleasure as Jonathan was still lapping up all of your juice not leaving a single leak.

Just as you whined for him to give you a break you were in a different positive, 'mixed missionary',

As he kissed your neck, and upon your shoulder to your cheek, and then you lips you just wanted more and more.

"Please hurry.." and when that was said from you he pushed in cock into your warm wet and sloppy cunt.

Both of you feeling each others pulse, and moaning at the pleasure, one of your legs wrapped around his back, pushing him further inside of you,

While the other is wrapped up on his legs holding on tight as you hands are on his shoulders pulling him closer as they met once you get them around his upper chess.

Pressing his thin-harden nipped against your larger breast, adding more pleasure.

You kissed him as he quickly reposed by entering his tongue into your mouth, "Please.. mama-can I-ah~ mama please!"

He moaned into your mouth as you tap his tongue with yours, letting them both collide causes you both to moan and cling to each other more and more.

Jonathans placed his hand on the back of your head and make you tilt your head to the side a little, as you guys were full on French kissing, making out moaning back and forth into each others mouths.. pulling away closely as he held your head against his forehead,

needing to feel you breath, and see the pleasure in your eyes.

There were a few more peck here and there as he pull out, making you cling to nothing but a enough hole, just as he slams back into you making that moan come out very loudly as he laughed as your mouths brush against each other before doing it again.

You mind was going empty, you could think about anything, it was just the sound of skin slapping and the sight of Jonathan above you, pleasing you, and you letting him know you were all of his.

He didn't even bother going at a slow pace in the beginning he hit hard and fast thrusts, looking deeply into your eyes as he pressed another kiss upon your lips to make sure you were comfortable.

"God-Jonathan.., stop worrying about me-be a good boy and cum for your on good,, love ahh~!" you spoke soft to him as you kissed him once more, as he whimpered to you.

One last kiss before he place you head into his left hand and moved his right to add pleasure to your clit, you moaned and whined at the movement from under, and tried to push and run away.

"Please-ahh~ I don't think I can hold it... again.. again~ Aaaah~!" You babbled

You were going anything, your body started to twitch just as you called out for Jonathan he pushed back away from you just as you squirted onto your lower stomach and his dick and lower chess.

He moaned in surprise as he left you squeeze him inside of you pushing him deeper as the juices form you pussy leak and rushed onto him just as he thrusted more and you squirted more and more until you came onto his dick.

Jonathan head fell back as he pulled away, while pulling out and cumming onto your wet sweaty fishnets and belly.

"Did I do good mama?" he asked with sparkles in his eyes as you panted and nodded your head.

He sat your up, onto the edge of the desk once again as he gotten back onto his knees and kissed your thighs and biting wanting to mark you, and to hear you voice.

"I love you sweet boy.. okay?" you stated looking down at him, "Im yours and your mines,,"

He nodded his head as he opened his mouth waiting for you to do something, which you did.

You placed your fingers into your dripping hole, and took a scoop on before placing it into his place, letting him suck them clean.

"Open, my love.. open your pretty mouth for me." you said to him as he obeys, just as his mouth was fully open you spat into it smiling down at him as he melted into you thighs,

Just as you spat down your belly telling it travel to your wet cunt and placed two of your finger down to mix it in as you and Jonathan stared at each other the whole time.

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[swtki]

no thoughts just,,, Small dick Jonathan

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small dick! Jonathan trying his absolute hardest to make you feel good, but he knows you can’t feel him inside you that well. Hes trying to get you off by rubbing your clit and he’s even made it so your legs are on his shoulders, crossed to get the most stimulation you could. He read in a magazine that the more stimulation on your clit you have, the less having a small dick matters. You loved his cock. It was adorably small, an angry pink, and truth be told you could feel it just enough. You would never tell him any of that of course, because you knew he liked the humiliation of it all. He loved when you would say,

“Should I let you stick that tiny thing in me? Or should I just let you go down on me, one will get me there faster.” And he would always beg to be fucked. But you always wanted to be fucked more.

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[longlivefanfic-net]

I Wanna Dance With Somebody

Summary: Your boyfriend, Steve Harrington, has a party at your shared apartment and invites his ex, Nancy Wheeler. You get jealous and do your best to make Steve jealous too. Steve Harrington x reader

Content/Warnings: Marijuana use, drinking, also some light Eddie Munson x Reader

Word count: 5.7k

A/N: This fic does include mention of Steve, Eddie, Nancy, Robin, Jonathan, Dustin, and Argyle. The Duffer brothers may murder whomstsoever they wish on Friday but in my head they are all real and alive thanks! Also: this is just fluff. I wrote too much and had to break it up into two sections, so this can be a standalone fluff or you can wait a day for the next part (or read the first two parts) for some smut. PS if u want to tell me Steve wouldnt smoke weed, first of all its implied that he does in S3 and second of all argue with the wall babe this is my world ur just livin in it

When you first started dating Steve Harrington, you had no idea you would end up like this. You knew it would be different than your usual relationships, sure–you weren’t the type to date jocks or prom kings. You just hadn’t expected Steve to be so…normal once you got to know him. He had won you over with his charming smiles and goofy laugh (and the fact that you had nursed a sweet spot for him ever since he stopped in an empty hallway to help you pick up your books after your backpack ripped the first day of Freshman year didn’t hurt either), but the more you got to know him the more you saw past that layer of Harrington-ness that he would so expertly apply before going out into the world. Although, maybe it wasn’t so much that you could see past it as it was that he had started to relax, to lower that protective shield around you, the shield of charm and polite interest that made him the ideal boyfriend to bring home. 

The more time you spent around Steve’s friends, the more sure you felt you finally knew the real Steve. You saw the dorky references he would make when he picked Dustin up and brought him over for Atari marathons, and you also saw the care on his face while he contemplated whether Dustin had had “more of a Doritos week or a Lays potato chips week.” When he spent time with Jonathan and Eddie, he came home smelling of weed with at least two new cassettes with songs he wanted to show you; the first time he came home reeking, you had basically developed a contact high because you were just so excited to see Steve stoned. On the nights Robin came over to your shared apartment, Steve would bring out clean blankets and extra pillows to strew across the couch, making it look as if they were always there, so she wouldn’t have to ask for them before making herself cozy on the floor to watch whatever VHS she or Steve had picked out. He would then spend the rest of the night bullying her for sitting “like a weirdo,” cross-legged alone on the floor and complain about having to reach down to her every time he wanted food (Steve, famously, was not allowed to hold the snack bowl anymore after Robin had pinched his leg during Nightmare on Elm Street) (Steve objected to this rule, saying that the only fair decision would be to outlaw Robin’s scare tactics). With you, Steve was quiet and gentle, and, in his sleepy, heavy-lidded eyes first thing in the morning, you saw how sensitive and delicate he was. That’s how you fell in love with him: seeing these different pieces of him come together into one man. He was beautiful, funny, charming Steve Harrington; he was also nerdy, soft, caring, “just Steve.”

That’s why you didn’t hesitate to say yes anytime he asked about inviting his friends over. You loved seeing Steve with his friends–and you had become pretty close with most of them as well, although you had caught Dustin asking Steve if he was “allowed to start getting attached” to you the first time you had said you would stay the night before Steve drove him home (you still didn’t know the answer, but the kid had grown on you so you hoped it was a yes). When Steve mentioned having “the guys” over this weekend to check the crackling noises the stereo had started making, you had assumed it would be Jonathan and Eddie. Then, at the grocery store, Steve had thrown two packs of M&M’s and Nerds into the shopping cart, a sure sign Robin would be over at some point. You had started to question what, exactly, you had agreed to when he put four twelve packs of beer into the cart–Steve, Eddie, and Jonathan could finish off a twelve pack, sure, but four? That seemed excessive. It wasn’t until you watched him grab a bottle of white zinfandel and two packs of wine coolers that you really started to grow suspicious of what you had gotten yourself into. 

But Steve had taken care of everything–as he so often did, always loading the dishwasher and wiping down the bathroom counter before bed–and so you decided to let him go on with whatever he had planned. If you were going to see Byers and Munson get shit-faced on wine coolers this weekend, that was fine by you. When the two of you had gone to bed last night, you had turned on your side and curled against him, wrapping one arm over his broad chest and scratching your nails back and forth over his rib cage. “Baby,” you had asked, “Who’s coming over tomorrow?” “Just the guys and some dudes from work,” he said, fingers lightly pulling through your hair. “And the guys drink white wine and wine coolers now?” You had asked, tone light while your eyebrows scrunched together out of his line of sight. “Well, the girls will, yeah, I think,” Steve spluttered, “Or do girls not drink that stuff?” “Depends on the girl.” There had been a moment of silence as you listened to his heartbeat under his skin. “Steve. What girls are coming to our home?” You had sighed, mildly exasperated that you had to break this down for him. “Oh! Robin, duh, a few girls from work, and Nance,” he laughed. “Is that what you’re mad about? You didn’t know who was coming over?” “I wasn’t mad,” you said, instantly flushing at how easily he had seen through your fake cool. “It’s just a few people,” Steve had said, fingers dancing along the taut skin of your neck. You murmured something that you hoped sounded casual and buried your face in the warm skin of his side, hoping to bury your concerns about Nancy with it. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Nancy. Back in high school, you had wanted to be her–picture perfect, straight A’s, Head Editor of the newspaper, and when she suddenly ditched Steve (back when he was “King Steve”), she had shown up somehow looking older, more mature than all the rest of you. But you couldn’t let go of her past with Steve, as ridiculous as it was. She had been his first love. He still kept one of her bras in a shoe box, for God’s sake–admittedly, it wasn’t because of Nancy, as he had explained to you, but it still made you feel a little sensitive. If Nancy was going to be there tonight, you were going to spend the entire evening trying to prove yourself to her, to Steve, that you weren’t just the girl he was with but the girl he was supposed to be with. 

Battle armor, you thought, staring into the closet you and Steve shared. Your clean work uniforms were hung up beside jeans, t-shirts (many stolen from Steve), and a few blouses your mom had bought you to wear to your classes at the community college. You also had a few dresses tucked away in the back–mostly things you hadn’t worn since high school, things you weren’t even sure would fit you any more. What would Nancy wear? You thought, chewing on your bottom lip. Except that’s not right, is it? You need to prove that you’re not Nancy, not that you can be her. When the black pleats caught your eye, you couldn’t stop the smile from spreading over your face. Pulling the skirt from the back of the closet, you held it up against your body. It seemed like it would still fit, and the length came down just above your knees to show slightly more skin than Wheeler ever would. Flipping through the blouses your mom naively dreamed of you looking professional in, you grabbed a cropped black button down with a wide collar from where it was hidden between fluorescent tops. This–this would work. 

Emerging from the bedroom an hour later, you fidget nervously with your nails. You had painted them dark red as soon as you had picked your outfit, blowing on them to dry the shiny liquid before it could smudge. Steve had his back turned to you, digging in the refrigerator and making the glass bottles inside clink. “Hey babe,” he called loudly without turning around, “do you think I should go buy more ice? Will anyone want ice in their drinks?” “Yeah, probably,” you answered casually from behind him. Starting, Steve stood up hurriedly and whipped around. “Fuck,” he exclaimed, hand over his heart. “I didn’t realize you–whoa.” Steve’s eyes scanned down, then back up, then back down your body. “What’s with the outfit?” “You don’t like it?” You asked, tugging anxiously at the hemline of the skirt. You had paired the crop top and skirt with a pair of black shoes with a short heel, and you had finished the outfit with the chain necklaces Robin had given you and hoop earrings. The cherry on top, so to speak, was the red lipstick that perfectly matched the dark red satin of your nails. “Who the fuck said that?” Steve asked, eyes widening. “You look incredible.” You felt a light blush pulse its way into your cheeks and Steve fixed on the color as it spread. “You look good, too,” you said, returning the compliment. 

He was wearing the maroon sweater you had given him for Christmas last year, along with a pair of jeans that seemed almost too tight to be comfortable. You couldn’t help but notice that his bulge seemed tightly pressed against his pants, and you hoped he hadn’t chosen this pair of denim for anyone in particular tonight. “Hey,” Steve said, making your eyes meet his. The soft brown flickered for a moment, alight with wickedness. “What are you wearing under that outfit?” He asked, voice soft. You almost rolled your eyes–he was so predictable sometimes. When you had seen the outfit in the mirror, seen the slit of skin between the bottom of the shirt and the top of the skirt, you had known he would immediately begin thinking about getting you out of your clothes. You had changed from your everyday cotton briefs into something more…adventurous for this exact reason. A tiny smile hinted at the edge of your mouth. “How about,” you said, voice smoky, “you spend the rest of the night trying to find out? Without getting caught by your friends?” Steve’s eyebrows shot up nearly to his hairline. “Really? We’re going to play games tonight?” He seemed incredulous, leaving you with only one possible response: “I’m going to play a game tonight. You’re going to try to play it with me.”

Jonathan had shown up first with Argyle, gently knocking on the frame of your open front door. “Nancy will be here later,” he had said quietly, gently nodding his head in greeting. He, Argyle, and Steve had gathered around the stereo system, making the occasional grunt as they spoke quietly about the crackling sounds coming out of the speakers. Steve clapped his hands enthusiastically, patting Jonathan on the back over-zealously, when he pressed play and crystal-clean sound came through. Eddie and Robin showed up at the same time, though Robin’s first words as she walked through the door were “We did not come together, just at the same time,” which made Eddie snort and shoot you conspiratorial looks. “Oh, gross, Munson,” Robin growled. “I brought beer and tunes,” Eddie said, holding up a six pack and a cassette. “Eddie, we’re not listening to your music at my apartment,” Steve said, “I don’t want my neighbors to think we’re sacrificing virgins in here.” “Who said anything about virgins?” Eddie joked, elbow tickling your ribs as he passed you on his way into the kitchen. You followed behind him to put the six pack he had brought into the fridge.

“Here,” you said, handing Eddie a bottle out of the ice-and-drink-filled sink, “a cold one for you.” You jumped up to sit on top of the kitchen counter, pulling from a brown bottle yourself. Jonathan flipped through the mishmash collection of vinyls next to the stereo while Robin and Steve joked about something stupid one of their coworkers had said that day. “Who’s is this?” Jonathan asked, holding up a bright pink album adorned with the image of Dolly Parton. You giggled, and Steve held up his hands, shooting daggers at you. “I plead the fifth,” he said, mock seriousness in his voice. Jonathan laughed, hard and loud, before pulling a random cassette out of the box next to the stereo system. He loaded it into the cassette player, pressing play, and quiet music began to fill the apartment, floating out the open doorway to invite your neighbors by. Eddie reached behind you, long arms brushing against yours, as he pushed the window over the sink open part way before clambering clumsily up onto the counter next to you. He reached into his inner jacket pocket, pulling out a preroll and a lighter, and lit up. 

“So,” Eddie asked, turning his head towards the open window as he blew out a stream of smoke. “How’s life with the babysitter?” You tilt your head back to laugh, your grin stretching your face. “It’s good,” you answer, cocking your head to the side as you look at Eddie. “Living with a boy isn’t quite as disgusting as I thought it would be.” “Oh yeah?” Eddie questions, a look of pure delight crinkling the corner of his eyes. “Does Harrington clean every weekend? Maybe in a little maids uniform for you?” You splutter around the mouth of the beer bottle, choking on the cool malt beer at how close Eddie has come to guessing the truth. Steve doesn’t wear a maid’s outfit–not that you’d be opposed to seeing him in one, you think, making a mental note–but he does wear silk. And lace. And satin. Basically, if it’s women’s underwear in his size, Steve will wear it at least once for you. He’s gotten picky now, rejecting a few pieces here and there for being uncomfortable, but he wears everything you pick out together for at least one night. 

“Relax,” Eddie crows, slapping you on the back as you recover from the shot of malt up your nose, “I was kidding! Unless he does have a maid’s outfit, in which case I’ve got to see it.” You laugh as you regain your breath. “No, no maid’s outfits,” you giggle as Eddie pulls an over-the-top pout. He takes another pull from the joint in his fingers, holding it out to you. You take it from him, pulling the smoke down into your lungs where you hold it for a minute before turning to release it out the window. Munson looks borderline impressed, but he stops you when you go to take a second hit: “Strong shit. Maybe go slow for a minute,” he says, plucking the joint out of your fingers. “So,” you ask, forcing your tone to be light, “What has Steve said about living with me?” “Oh, he’s a big fan,” Eddie laughs. “Really?” You can’t help the slight blush that burns your face, and you hope the combination of makeup and low light will keep Eddie from seeing it. “Absolutely,” he says, “Every time I see him now, it’s ‘Did you know girls wash their towels’ and ‘Girls actually wash the sheets on their bed even when someone’s not coming over.’” “Ewwww,” you groan, shoving Munson’s shoulder, “That’s not true! Steve didn’t have to learn to wash his towels from me.” “Alright, maybe he was just trying to pass on some friendly advice,” Eddie laughs, rolling his eyes. 

Eddie leans towards you conspiratorially, placing his hand on your knee to steady him before he falls off the countertop. “Actually,” he half-whispers, “Steve’s made it pretty damn clear how he feels about you to me, Jonathan, and Argyle. We’re talking an Aragorn and Arwen level of crazy about you.” Your cheeks burn again, and you smile gently at Eddie, taking the joint he extends to you with a nod of approval. “Did Steve make that Lord of the Rings reference or did you have to teach it to him?” “The guy’s not dumb–maybe a little distracted, but not dumb.” You laugh again, smoke blowing out and lean closer to Eddie’s face, eyebrows raised. “Okay, okay,” Eddie laughs. “Maybe Steve would say it’s a Han and Leia type thing.” You start to lean back, laughing again. The friendship between Steve, Eddie, Argyle, and Jonathan never fails to surprise you; you wouldn’t have guessed Munson was a Tolkien fan, and his ability to recognize that Steve would prefer a Star Wars reference warms your heart. Suddenly, you’ve leaned too far–you almost lose your balance when Eddie reaches out, putting a hand on your waist to pull you closer to him and steady your balance. “You okay there?” He asks, eyebrows in his hairline and half a smile on his face. “I told you it was strong shit, didn’t I?” You blink slowly, the mixture of your second beer and Eddie’s weed making your brain feel smooth and slow. Eddie pulls his hand back from your waist, and you notice a familiar ring amidst the others on his fingers. “Hey!” You say, grabbing his hand with your own. “Steve has this same ring!” “Yeah,” Eddie says, “I got us guys all the same one last year. Brotherhood, blah blah blah,” he says, turning crimson. You peer up into his face, lips pressed together into a smile. “That’s actually very sweet, Eddie,” you say, placing his hand on your knee where you pat it gently. 

“Hey!” A voice jars across the kitchen. “What the fuck, Munson?” You turn your head slowly to see Steve standing in the kitchen, an empty beer bottle in his hand. Eddie barely even moves. “Calm down, Harrington,” he says, turning to him. “We were just sharing a joint and, you know, some feelings.” Steve’s face scrunches up in incredulous confusion. “You don’t have feelings,” he says, minutely shaking his head. “I know,” Eddie says, tapping the end of his nose, “We were talking about yours.” “Oh, fuck that,” Steve says. “Come on.” He pushes Eddie’s hand off your knee and grabs your hand, pulling you down off the counter where you sway slightly on your feet. Steve pulls another beer out of the ice pile in the sink and then turns, pulling you behind him to the living room. “Here. Sit,” he says, gently pushing your shoulders so you sit down on the couch. “Keep Robin entertained or something, you lightweight.” He’s joking, the little glint in his eye telling you how entertained he is by your inability to hold your substances, but the line of his mouth is hard. “Anything for you, my baby,” you say, doing your best to look like a soft, delicate version of yourself. “You need water,” Steve says, half laughing at your attempt to be fragile and disappearing from your line of vision. 

Robin is on the floor next to your legs, her usual place of honor, making quiet remarks about each person who comes through the doorway. “Oh, who the hell invited Tommy?” She mutters under her breath. Suddenly, a slender, petite frame appears in the doorway. “Wheeler!” Robin cries, jumping up a bit too quickly for you to track with your eyes. She darts to the door, throwing her arms around Nancy’s neck. Nancy hugs her back, tightly, and pulls back, smiling. “Buckley,” she says with affection. She drops her hands from Robin’s neck to her waist. “So,” she says, casting her eyes around the room. “This is Harrington’s infamous love den?” Her eyes alight on you, laying a bit too comfortably on the couch. You straighten up, trying to look more prim and proper than usual under Nancy’s eyes. Steve rounds the corner, glass of water and a napkin full of pretzels in hand. “Here you go, my lady love,” he says, simultaneously sarcastic and simpering, as he lowers himself to your height, placing the glass in your hands and the pretzels on the end table next to you. “Steve!” Nancy cries from the doorway. “Hey, Nance!” Steve crows. “My girl!” He moves swiftly to her side, pulling her out from under Robin’s hands to wrap her in a tight embrace. You try not to notice the sinking in your heart at the idea that anyone other than you might be “Steve’s girl.” 

People are milling around, creating small clumps of conversation throughout the apartment. Steve brought Nancy and Robin both back to the couch with him, where he sat in between you and Nancy while Robin took her spot on the floor, leaning up against Nancy’s legs. Jonathan, Argyle, and Eddie had eventually made their way over to your small group, all three reeking of Eddie’s weed, and crowded close. Eddie was on the floor, leaning his back against the coffee table so he could watch the conversation; Argyle had sprawled out next to him, long legs blocking the space from anyone else’s attempts to come closer; Jonathan had pulled one of the chairs out of the kitchen to straddle backwards, beer bottle tapping lightly against the back of it in time to the music playing. The conversation had been flowing pretty smoothly without much help from you so far, but as it lulled you felt peace in the quiet. Good friends, you thought to yourself, although, at least half of these people have fucked. You snort quietly at the thought, and Steve turns to you. “More water, baby?” He looks at your mostly-empty glass and grabs it, standing up. You tilt your head up to look at him. “I’ll be right back,” he says before disappearing back into the kitchen. You can hear him greeting other friends who have showed up, the sound of back slaps and light laughter following him. 

“Who would have guessed Harrington was such a softie?” Eddie asked. Robin laughs. “He’s not a softie, he’s pussy-whipped,” she says, reaching over to pinch your legs. You blush a little, but this has become Robin’s favorite joke and you don’t pay it much mind. A quiet scoff makes you turn to Nancy. “Something to share with the group, Wheeler?” Eddie asks, a look of delight on his face. She blushes, and you hate that the crimson only makes her look prettier. “No!” She says, motions jerky as she recoils. “It’s just, well, Steve has always been a sweetheart.” Jonathan’s eye roll can be physically felt, and Nancy hurries to say “When he’s screwed up.” Robin cocks her head at Nancy. “I mean,” she says, starting to gesture with her petite hands, “He was a great boyfriend when we dated. But he was his best when he had pissed me off and was trying to get back on my good side. He’d bring flowers, help me study, whatever I wanted, if he thought he would get back into my good graces.” “And,” Argyle’s voice looms up from his position on the floor, “is Harrington out of your good graces?” He rolls his head to the side to look at you, and everyone else turns to look at you too. “No,” you say. “Definitely not.” You shake your head lightly and then giggle quietly at the sensation of your eyes shifting. “See,” says Argyle patiently, “She’s just wasted. Steve is taking care of her, like a true gentleman.” The sound of his voice makes it clear that Argyle approves of Steve’s actions–but the moment is ruined when Jonathan starts to laugh and everyone follows, including you. 

“What’s the joke?” Steve asks, returning with your water and more snacks. “You are,” Robin says, grinning at him from the floor. Steve groans, as he puts your water down and sits down next to you again. He swings his arm over your shoulders, casually, and you try not to pay attention as his warm fingertips begin to sweep, slowly, back and forth over the cool skin of your exposed arms. “Why am I the joke this time? Robin,” he says, eyes steely, “I did not have rabies, for the last time–” Steve is cut off by her laugh. He looks around in confusion. “We were talking about how particularly gentlemanly you’re being tonight,” Jonathan says, answering his searching look. “Oh,” Steve says. “Why is that funny?” “Well,” Robin says breathlessly, “Nance said that you’re only nice when you mess up, but she–” Robin points to you “ –said you didn’t do anything wrong, and then Argyle decided you’re a gentleman, but I mean, Argyle is never not high so it’s just hard to take him seriously, you know–” Robin is cut off by Steve’s shocked look. “I didn’t ‘mess up’ –I think,” he says, glancing back at you, and you nod empathetically. “I just love my girlfriend.” 

There’s a moment’s pause. Steve had never said this to you before–months of dating, living together for most of them, and he’s exposed even his most delicate and sensitive secrets to you, but he never said he loved you. You’ve known you loved him since about your second week of dating, but you’ve kept it to yourself; you’re not the type to say it first, even though you feel it, because you can’t handle the possibility of a stilted, awkward conversation instead of reciprocation. Before you can say anything back, Argyle’s voice comes from the floor again. “See? Gentleman shit,” and everyone dissolves into a fit of laughter again. You lean forward amidst your giggles, wrapping your hand around the nape of Steve’s neck, and press a soft kiss to his shoulder, holding his eyes with your own. Suddenly, the music changes and Robin screeches. 

“Oh, my God!” She yowls, jumping to her feet. “It’s our song!” She grabs Nancy’s hand, pulling her by the wrist to standing and pulls her out to the middle of the living room that has been avoided by all the other clumps of people. “Poor old Johnnie Ray,” Robin croons, grabbing Eddie’s hand and pulling him to standing despite his grumblings. She pushes him to the center of the room, turning back for Jonathan and Argyle, who is already wiggling his hips casually. “That’s the spirit,” Robin says, pointing to Argyle. She comes back for you and Steve now. “No one’s sitting this out,” she orders, pulling you to your feet. You’re much steadier than you were earlier, and the rush of blood to your legs provides you with more clarity. “Come on Eileen,” you sing, slightly behind Dexy’s Midnight Runners on the tape, as you turn and hold your hand out for Steve expectantly. The rest of your group has started dancing, Robin trying to force Jonathan to loosen up, Eddie shuffling his feet with Argyle, and Nancy, eyes closed, in a world of her own. Steve takes your hand, his rough palm sliding against yours, and stands up. You lead him to the impromptu dance floor, and he presses his broad chest and stomach against your back, wrapping his fingers around your hips as you sway. Other guests have started to join the dance as well, and Robin takes Nancy’s hands in hers as Tommy reaches out for her. You can feel Steve’s breath as he leans his head on your shoulder, the warm puffs blowing your free-floating strands of hair. Together, the two of you watch your friends drop the hardnesses they have wrapped around themselves, around their hearts, and simply laugh and dance together. Robin brings Eddie into her and Nancy’s dance circle, and he drags Jonathan with him. Argyle joins in quickly too, and you watch the four of them let go of whatever hurt and sadness they have carried with them and melt into radiance, into joy. 

The song switches over to rhythmic clapping as Whitney Houston “Whoos!” into the laughter and scattered voices in your apartment. Eddie and Jonathan beg out quickly, saying they’ve done their required dancing for Robin, but Argyle, Nancy, and Robin continue to dance among other people. “Hey,” Steve says, turning you around to face him. “Want to dance with me?” “Obviously,” you say. He wraps his arms around you, bringing your hips to press against his. “Steve,” you laugh, “this isn’t exactly a slow dance song.” “Whitney asked if we want to dance, and this is how I want to dance,” he replies, shaking his head at you like it’s obvious. You slide your hands up around his neck, interlocking your fingers at the base of his spine, and he leans down, pressing his forehead against yours. Steve closes his eyes and sighs quietly, contently. You keep your eyes open, watching the soft glow of the lights in the room sway and dance over his sweater, catching in his hair, looming around his form so he looks like a painting of a fairy tale character, a brave hunter come to rescue the woman who’s been locked in a tower, alone for too long. He did save me, you think, the thought cutting through the rest of brain fog sharply, he rescued me from myself. Your fingers tighten slightly, digging your nails into his neck, and his eyes pop open. 

“You okay?” Steve asks. “Yeah,” you say, “Fine.” He looks searchingly at you for another second. “If it’s about earlier—what I said—it’s not like you have to say it back or anything. I didn’t say I love you to make you say it too; I said it because, well, I love you. That’s all.” He’s not looking at you now, eyes on the floor as his hips continue to sway pressed against yours. Something about this feels so middle school, so simple and innocent and exciting, that you feel bubbles bounce against your heart as you reply, “Okay.” He looks up at you, a small smile on his lips. “Okay,” he says, nodding his head in relief. “I do love you, though,” you say, completely casually. You’re not nervous to tell him this; it feels like answering the question “what’s your birthdate?” or “where did you grow up?” You don’t have to think about it at all. It just is the answer, simple and true. You love Steve Harrington, and, apparently, he loves you too. “You, um, you what?” He asks, blinking at you quickly. “I love you,” you say, head mocking his own surprised shake. “You’re stoned,” Steve says, eyebrows raised. “A little,” you answer, “but that’s not why I love you.” 

“Oh yeah?” Steve says, a glimmer in his eyes. He leans in close to you, lips brushing your ear as he whispers “and why do you love me, baby girl?” One of your hands traces down his shoulder to his chest, pushing him lightly back so you can look in his eyes. “Because you’re kind. And you’re funny. And you think about others all the time, but you still tell me what you need so I can take care of you. And you ask to take a walk with me when I really piss you off and we just walk in silence. Also, you make me coffee every morning and you remembered exactly what I like in my coffee after the first night I spent here. And, you know, you’re actually kind of smart, Harrington, because you’ve chosen some really great people to surround yourself with.” Steve stares at you, unblinking, and you notice that his eyes have started to water gently. He cradles your face in his palm, tilting his head slightly to the side. “I haven’t found a single reason not to love you, Steve, so why wouldn’t I?” At these words, Steve leans down, brushing his lips gently over yours. “Thank you,” he murmurs over your skin. “I love you.” 

The song is still playing and the two of you continue to sway, revolving in the center of the room amidst your friends. You press your face to the side of Steve’s neck, breathing in his scent. “Steve?” “Yes, baby?” “Why do you love me?” He scoffs, the quick flex of his diaphragm echoing through your body. “I don’t have to outdo what you said, right?” He asks. “No,” you laugh. “Just say whatever you think.” “Okay, I love you because you made friends with my friends and you bought me panties to wear with you. And also you don’t think I’m Steve Harrington in the way other people do but you know me better than anyone else in the world. Also, you’re…kind of a badass and not in a scary way but in a cool way where you tell me what I’m going to do in, uh, certain moments.” He blushes, and you can feel the heat snaking up his neck where your face is pressed against it. “You’re kind of like…the Leia to my Han.” 

You burst out laughing. “What?” He asks, “What the hell's funny?” “Nothing,” you choke out in between giggles. “Something Munson said.” “I’m going to kill him,” Steve says, whipping his head around behind him to look for Eddie. “Don’t,” you say, bracing a hand against his chest. “Will you walk me to the bathroom?” “You’re still that out of it?” Steve asks, laughing. “Just need some guidance, I think.” You smile up at him, willing him to believe the faux innocence you’ve plastered over your face. “Alright, baby girl, to the bathroom we go.” He wraps one arm around your waist, the other around your shoulders. You stumble a few times as you walk down the hallway, trying to sell the “drunk girl at a party” bit to any of your friends who might wonder where the two of you have gone in a few minutes. Outside the bathroom, he leans you against the door frame. “You okay, babe?” He asks, concern over his face. “I’m okay,” you say, stretching up on to your toes. You press your lips against his cheek, and he anticipates you, turning his head to try to meet your mouth. You end up pressing your lips against the corner of his mouth, which is turned up in a slight smile. “Let’s try that again,” he whispers, leaning down to your face where his lips meet yours. 

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Sloppy Head After Work

**NSFW minors DNI**

Jonathan Byers X Reader

Blowjobs, Y/N has a vagina

Coming home from a long day at work just to find Jonathan patiently waiting for you in your shared bed, stroking his cock. He’s covered only by a thin, white bedsheet.

He stares at you, shyly “I’ve been missing you a lot today baby.”

You smile and crawl your way onto the bed, mounting yourself on top of him.

“I dont mind coming home to this one bit.”

You begin kissing his soft, tender lips. His tongue laps over your lips, begging for entrance. Your tongues slowly snake together, you love feeling the warmth of his mouth even when he tastes like coffee and smells like weed.

Your hand slowly slips down his chest and rests on top of his heat, stroking him over the sheet. His breath hitches as precum coats the white fabric ever so slightly.

“Have you been edging this cock for me all day?” You cooed, licking your lips.

Jonathan nods and bites his lower lip, a red blush spreading across his pale face.

You let out a little chuckle, tightening your hand around his length before stroking it, painfully slow.

You kissed the crook of his neck, whispering in a sultry tone, “Does someone want more?”

He nodded feverishly, only quiet moans escaping his mouth.

“I can’t hear you Johnny, what do you need?”

“P-please… put your mouth on it..,” he practically begged.

“You’re being so lewd for me today,” you smiled, pulling the flat sheet down, down, down until you could see all of his torso. You left the sheet right on top of his now standing erection.

Jonathan Byers might’ve been the weirdo at Hawkins High, but damn, his body was something to behold. A tight stomach with defined abs, toned arms, and his uncut cock was massive (he never even realized this before you came in the picture). He deserved to have his body worshipped and you were just the person to do that.

Trailing your way from his neck leaving little kisses all over, you began to stimulate one of his nipples with your mouth.

Jonathan loved feeling your lips and tongue teasing him there. He had a thing for having his chest touched, and feeling your mouth on that bundle of nerves always went straight to his cock. You could feel his dick twitching with every move you made there.

“(Y/N)…,” he moaned quietly as he petted your hair, attempted to guide you to continue going even lower.

You licked and nipped at his stomach before finally reaching his hidden erection.

“You want me to continue baby?”

“Please, god, I’ll do whatever you want, I just need to use your mouth now more than anything”

Positioning yourself between his legs, you bent down until you could feel the heat radiating off of his sex. Planting a small kiss on his still covered penis made him whine.

God he was too precious. He was staring down at you like you were the most beautiful creature on earth, his amber eyes filled with adoration for you. He was hanging on every move you made and you ate it up.

“I think it’s time I took care of my good boy”

You took the sheet in between your teeth, pulling it down far enough with your mouth to reveal his red, swollen dick. You could never get over how big he was. Jonathan never really saw too much porn before meeting you (mostly just jerking off to the Sears magazine lingerie pictures, which you teased him about a bit) so he had no clue 7 1/2 inches was pretty above average. It’s always the shy one, right?

Not wanting to keep your boyfriend waiting any longer, you took his shaft in your hand. You licked one broad stripe from his balls to his head before taking his tip into your mouth.

“Oh f-fuck (Y/N).. you feel so good.. you’re so good to me baby..,” he said as his started to hump up into the wet heat.

You pulled his cock out of your mouth, a string of spit hanging from your lips to his dick.

“Are you gonna be a bad boy and try to face fuck me first thing?”

He stammered, shocked by the loss of contact, “I-I’m sorry..”

You chuckle, “Well if you’re gonna fuck my face, at least do it right”. You get up, positioning yourself on your back, your head hanging off of the bed.

“Get over here and take what you fuckin’ want, Byers.”

Jonathan looked a little taken back, but he quickly got up. He positioned himself right in front of your greedy mouth, smacking your face with his cock.

“Goddamn, you look fucking beautiful like this. If anything feels uncomfortable just.. tap my thigh or something.”

You giggled, “I think I’ll be alright, I’ve gotten pretty talented at sucking this dick.”

Jonathan bit his lip, smiling. He slowly pushed the tip of his sex into your mouth, which you accepted hungrily. Tracing circles around his uncut cock was driving your pussy insane. He loved to feel your tongue slip underneath his foreskin. He tasted just a bit salty, and his precum coated your tongue.

“C-can I go deeper?,” he muttered. You nodded and he slowly sunk in a bit more.

God, he really was a lot to take, but you’d gotten better at it. Jonathan secretly loved hearing you gag on him, though. He began pumping his heat down your throat, slowly but surely. You loved being treated like his little cock sleeve.

Jonathan loved watching you, beginning to struggle to take him to the base. His mouth was agape, moans escaping him. He was slurring between your name and swears as he was getting drunk off the pleasure of your mouth around him.

His pace started to increase, the sound of him burying himself inside you getting louder and louder. You started to gag just a bit as his head hit the back of your throat again and again, causing your neck to bulge a bit. The sight was driving him insane.

“Just a little longer baby, please. I wanna cum right down your tight throat,” he managed to say. It was getting harder to keep up, your jaw aching. The feeling was turning you on though, knowing that pain was giving him nothing but pleasure. You started thumbing over your clit, quickly tracing little circles as you could feel your climax getting closer and closer.

You began to furiously finger yourself, pushing into that spongy spot that always made you cum.

“I-I’m about to cum for you.”

You started to hollow out your cheeks, getting tighter for him as you started to reach your climax as well.

Pushing into your walls caused you to squirt, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your moans vibrated on Jonathan’s dick, causing him to double over.

He came buried all the way in your open throat, his thighs locking around your head as ropes of cum coated your insides.

“I love you so fucking much,” he moaned loudly, you’re sure the neighbors probably heard.

Jonathan slowly pulled his softening cock out of your mouth, strings of spit and cum still connecting them.

You licked your lips and greedily swallowed his massive load.

“Damn Jonathan, you taste sweet today. Have you been eating pineapples?”

He blushed and you giggled as you settled back into your bed with him. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and laid your head on his chest.

“Give me 10 minutes, we can go for round two,” he said, giggling and kissing your head.

#jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers #jonathan byers smut #stranger things #stranger things smut #Jonathan Byers x you #sub Jonathan Byers #tw weed #stranger things season four #jonathanbyersslut

[ashwhowrites]

i love the way you write for Jonathan oh my gosh, perhaps maybe a jonathan x nonchalant reader fluff? he's not used to affection towards him because he's always been the one who's giving hugs and affirmations, so when he starts dating reader he gets really flustered (in a good way!) when she calls him sweetheart or grabs his waist in public, stuff like that :) ah i love him so much

I love him too

I want to be in a Nancy and Jonathan sandwich, let me tell ya

Reader is described to be shorter than Jonathan

Suggestive ending- not proofread

Jonathan has had girlfriends in the past. He also showed affection in many ways but he never seemed to get it back. The only woman in his life that went out of her way to hug him was his own mother. His last girlfriend didn't have an issue with affection, she just only did it when he did. Jonathan never got to feel the surprise butterflies in his stomach when a girl reached for his hand first, kissed him first and generally got him flustered.

But when he met Y/N, he learned she was exactly what he's been desiring for. On their first date she had no problem sliding in the booth next to him, knee to knee. He didn't even have time to think about leaning in to kiss her before she already was cupping his jaw and moving in close.

Now he's been in this amazing relationship with her for three months....and he still gets flustered.

He gets flustered with everything she does but there are three main things:

First- The nicknames

"sweetheart can you grab the cereal, it's too high"

Jonathan heard her but his body reacted as if he didn't. His face burned as he looked around the aisle. They were alone, not that it mattered. He secretly wished someone else heard her soft voice call him sweetheart.

"um yeah" he coughed out, reaching to grab the box.

~~

"Honey, Will wants us to play a game with him" she said, dragging his tall slim body off of the couch. Easily dragging him to the kitchen, because why would he ever resist?

Blushing hard as she squealed and pulled him by his belt into a hug

"you won baby!"

"yeah baby" Will mocked as Jonathan sent him a glare. But his body was still heating up and heart racing as her delicate fingers still rested on his belt buckle as she used her other arm to hug him.

~~

His favorite was handsome. She said it every day and no matter where.

"handsome can you hand me the salt"

He'd blush and pass it over, making sure he feels her fingers before he pulls away.

"handsome your mom wants you"

He'd nod and walk with his head to the floor, smiling

"handsome the waiter is waiting" she said nicely, giving him a kick under the table

Whatever Jonathan rehearsed to say went out the window. Blushing as she said it in front of the waiter, in a pretty outfit and adoring smile

"handsome you make me feel good"

It's even better when she moans it

~~

Second- her touch

The way she stands behind him in line, wrapping her arms around his waist. Her fingers laced together over his belt buckle.

He'd shiver against her. An action so innocent and warming. He loved when it was time to move up, she didn't let go. Just keeps holding on and walking in sync with him.

~~

When they make dinner together and he's in the way.

She'll say excuse me quietly, placing her hands on his hips to brush past him.

Never noticing the way he whimpered as her touch left

~~

He almost died when she did it at Steve's party.

Talking in the corner and ignoring everyone around them. Her hands were holding on to his small waist, ranting his ear off about something. He doesn't remember. All he remembered was the look in her eyes, the smile on her face, and her hands tracing patterns into his hips

~~

She loved to slow dance, but she liked to lead. She liked placing her hands on his hips and having his arms over her neck, even though their height made it look awkward.

But she didn't care. Jonathan questioned what it was about his hips that she loved and she didn't have an answer. She just did.

~~

And third - when she put them together

Jonathan couldn't count the times he has screamed silently into the air when she holds on to his hips as she rides him. Calling him every nickname in the book.

He doesn't know if she knows what it does to him. She might know, and hair is evil for it.

"oh fuck handsome. Gonna hold on to your slutty waist while I fuck myself on you"

"right there sweetheart, that's good"

"baby yes"

His brain feels like it's going to explode every damn time.

If this is what he gets for being patient and waiting for the one, he would have waited a long time ago

#sub jonathan byers #jonathan byers fluff #jonathan byers #Jonathan Byers x reader #jonathan byers x fem!reader #Jonathan Byers fluff x reader #Jonathan Byers x female reader

[byersbootyshorts]

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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[muns0nslov3r]

haven’t done anything with our sweet jonathan in a bit so let’s do that ;)

18+ warning!

warnings : edging, sub jonathan 🫶🏻, and use of mommy, bondage, and a slight bit of overstimulation!<3

minors go tf away or i’ll shmack you with a broom.

~ you sat across from jonathan staring at the boy, he was strapped up with his arms behind his back while his eyes were looking straight up at the ceiling. his cheeks were stained with tears as his body twitched waiting for you to make your move on him.

he whimpered as your hand softly stroked his balls making his thighs twitch. poor boy was being edged for so long, his dick looked red on the tip. your hand moved to the base as you teased jonathan’s tip, slowly letting his foreskin uncover his tip.

his eyes were heavily staring at your hands, some points they would drift off to your cunt. then to your stomach, all the way up to your tits. taking a mental picture because you looked so god damn sexy.

jonathan groaned out as you landed a soft smack to his balls, making you giggle at his adorable reaction.

you stroked his dick painfully slowly “mommy please-“ he whined hips bucking up as you moved your hand away from his twitching cock. “ nuh uh, what did i say? no moving pretty boy” you teased rubbing your clit slowly just to torture him.

tears rising in his pretty eyes, frustrated because he can’t get to cum without you moving your hand away.

he pouted his bottom lip as it shivered. “ oh baby..poor thing, you really wanna cum huh?” you kissed his chest staring up at his eyes as he nodded.

“ welp. that’s to bad hm?” when jonathan heard you say that he whimpered. desperate to cum for you. your hand found it’s way back to his tip stroking fast “ oh fuck! mommy s’too fast!” he cried out squirming.

“ stop moving baby your fine” you sighed grabbing his base as you stroked the tip faster, his groans filled the room as his slit leaked pre-cum making it easier to stroke him, jonathan felt his balls tighten. “ m’gonna cum! shit shitttt- no!! please no no!” he sobbed as you had moved your hand away.

big hot tears falling down his cheeks as he tilted his head back biting his bottom lip hard. little whimpers left his mouth. “ tsk tsk.. needy boy” you got up as you opened the drawer grabbing a vibrator.

going back to him. you looked at him tilting your head to the side like a dog. giggling softly as you rubbed the tip with your pointer finger seeing his eyes flutter. hearing little mommys leaving his mouth.

you slid the vibrator up to his tip rubbing softly as you heard him gasp. looking down at your hand and the vibrator “ oh fuck mommy.”

you turned on the toy watching as jonathan was falling apart under you. he moaned loudly making your cunt clench around nothing. watching as tears fell down his cheeks from the pleasure.

“ mommy i’m gonna cum.. p-please s’to much.. wanna cum for you.” he muttered brain slowly turning to mush.

“ i know baby, and you’re gonna cum for mommy. cum for me baby” you whispered in his ear pressing soft kisses near his ear lobe. he listened to you letting go as he came on his stomach groaning. little whimpers cracking through, you helped him ride out his orgasm as his dick slowly went soft.

kissing the tip sliding your tongue around the little bits of cum on his tip. making him squirm and whimper “ mommy- oh shit s’to much..” he moaned, you licked up his cum from his stomach pulling him into a deep kiss. letting him taste himself on your lips.

moaning against his mouth as you smirked “ you’re such a good boy for mommy..you did so good for me” you kissed his cheek helping him out of the cuffs you put him in.

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[gothcdoll]

Jonathan just looks like a bottom. His face. No but seriously, he is. Lazy high sex I DONT MAKE THE RULES I mean like, please just look at him. He needs to be taken care of, he’s the one taking care of shit all his life. But he’s also such a pleaser, he wants to please you constantly, doesn’t matter how or when. Anyways but in conclusion, he’s a bottom and a crier

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[and-claudia]

Kinktober Day 5: Gags (Jonathan Byers x Fem! reader)

Warnings: dom! Reader, sun! Jonathan, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), NSFW, MINORS DNI, 18+ only, gags (not uses on reader), praise and degrading, teasing. (Let me know if I missed anything)

🔞MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 🔞

I’m posting this on mobile so it’s not 100% proof read 🖤

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I had caught him. His eyes were wide with fear. His right hand vaulted it’s movements up and down his leaking cock, his left held a photo. Not just any photo though. Oh no. It was a picture of me, naked, playing with myself.

“Move your hand, Jonathan. Get it off your cock, now.” I instructed.

He instantly released it and brought it up in surrender.

I walked forward and snatched the photo from his other hand, “I’ll take that.” I said before walking over to his dresser.

The top drawer held his socks and underwear, and tucked in the far back right corner a collection of naughty photos I allowed him to take of me. Carefully I tucked the photo away with the others before walking back to where he was sitting in the chair at his desk, his cock still hard. I gently sat up on the desk and used my foot to push him back a little bit.

“What were you doing, Jonathan?” I asked gently.

He said nothing and refused to look me in the eyes. But I waited patiently for a few moments.

“Jonathan.” I called trying to get him to look at me.

Still nothing.

“Jonathan. I asked you a question.” I said a bit harsher and he finally looked up at me.

“You want to tell me what you were doing, baby boy?” I asked sweetly.

“I didn’t cum.” He said quickly.

I sighed and shook my head.

“I asked what you were doing.” I reminded him.

“I just… I missed you an- and-“

He stopped upon seeing me shaking my head again.

“Try again. What were you doing?”

“I promise I didn’t mean to, just I’ve been busy with work, haven’t seen you and needed it… I’m sorry.” He rambled.

I sighed dramatically and stood up.

“You know what, I don’t want to hear excuses.” I paused as I got to his closest and dug around for the box hidden in the back.

Once I found what I was looking for I turned back to him, “And I’m not going to.”

Hanging from my finger by its strap was a ball gag. Jonathan’s voice got caught in his throat.

“You broke two rules. You touched yourself without permission. And you didn’t answer me. You know what happens when you break rules…” he nodded, “You get punished.”

I walked towards him until I was right in front of him and bent down to look him in the eyes.

“Do you understand, baby?” I asked.

“Yes ma’am.” He said quietly with a small nod.

“Good, boy.” I said bring my hand up to his cheek gently.

I leaned in and pressed a slow, soft kiss to his lips. When I pulled away I straightened up and stepped behind him to put the gag on him. While adjusting the straps I was careful to catch any of his hair in it.

“Does that feel okay?” I asked.

He nodded.

“It’s not too tight?” I asked to confirm.

He shook his head. I stepped back in front of him and squatted down. He could tell by my demeanor I was about to get serious.

“Since you have the gag on, we’re going to use a physical safe word, okay?”

He nodded.

“Good. If you need to stop, you’re either going to tap my thigh twice like this,” I demonstrated against his bare thigh two quick taps, “Or snap at me. Okay?” He nodded again.

“Good, boy.” I praised him and smiled at the way he squirmed slightly.

I stood and turned his chair around so he could see himself in the mirror.

“Oh look at my pretty boy, all gagged and needy for me to fuck him.” I teased.

He let out a small whimper around the gag before I stood him up and led him over to the bed. He settled, leaned back against the headboard. I reached my hand out and stroked his cock a couple times.

“Because you couldn’t wait, you took away one of my favorite parts…” I sighed sadly.

He bucked his hips up trying to get some more friction. I laughed at his desperation.

“My poor, poor boy. So needy. You’re already gagged, isn’t that humiliating enough without you desperately trying to fuck your self on my hand?”

He whined again.

“Quit whining or I’ll leave you here like this.” I threatened.

He settled down and once I was satisfied with his actions I stood up and began to slowly undress myself. I made sure to put on a show for him. When my breasts were released from my bra I took one in each hand and gently groped at them. Jonathan let out a muffled groan. Once I was naked I climbed on top of him.

“I’m going to ride you and you’re not going to cum until I say you can. Understand?” I said.

He nodded and I slowly sunk down onto his cock. Seeing him like this had already gotten me so wet that I was able to easily slide all the way down. While I let out a loud moan, he released a strangled groan of his own.

I began to ride him gently, knowing it would drive him nuts. His hands slowly reached up towards my hips. Once they made contact I halted my movements and slapped his hands. Immediately he removed his hands. I shook my head in disappointment at him.

“Come on, you know better. You have to ask for permission to touch me… oh wait, you can’t.” I pouted at him mockingly, “So sad, I guess you have to keep your hands to yourself then.”

Once his hands were back to the sheets, gripping them tightly I picked up where I left off. I brought one of my hands to rub my clit, bringing more pleasure for myself. Jonathan’s hips began bucking to help meet my actions, causing him to go even deeper inside of me. His rhythm was a bit all over the place. Between him trying to get himself off before and now everything I had been doing I knew he wasn’t going to last long.

“Are you close?” I asked, still trying to sound condescending but I was getting closer too and it was getting harder to keep up the act.

He nodded.

“You wanna cum?”

Again he nodded vigorously.

“Do you think you deserve to?”

He hesitated this time but again nodded.

“Are you going to be my good boy the rest of the night?” I asked.

No hesitation this time.

“Good. You may cum.” I said, speeding up the circles on my clit, chasing my release.

As my walls clenched with my orgasm, Jonathan went rigid under me as he came inside me. I continued to gently bounce up and down on his cock helping us ride out our orgasms.

Then slowly, I lifted myself up off of him, both of us groaning slightly. The mixture of our releases leaked out of my entrance and down his softening cock. I laid down beside him as we both caught our breath. After a few moments, I sat up some motioning for him to do the same. I carefully undid the gag and took off before pressing a kiss to his cheek and then his lips, both of which were still wet with his drool that had leaked out of the sides of his mouth.

“Come on pretty boy, let’s go get cleaned up.” I said.

We both got up and made our way to the bathroom to shower together.

“You did so good, pretty boy, you know that?” I asked gently as I moved some of his hair off of his sweaty forehead.

He blushed at the compliment.

“Could we maybe use the gag more often? Like not just for a punishment?” He asked timidly.

“Oh, my sweet, sweet boy, of course we can.” I said before giving him one last kiss as we got in the shower.

Day 5 Taglist:

@dannyramirezwife

@alexxavicry

@km-ffluv

@neo-chan

@myfriendthinksyourcute

@potayaa

@sparklydreamercheesecake

@linzibarnes

@mssaddiemay

@randodummy

@graysonmunson

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[decadentworld]

What’s a little sharing between bros?😌

Full view on AO3 (suggestive). CW for choking and snowballing.

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