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arachine · 2 years

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— 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?: 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐬

+ 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝: multiple stranger things men

+ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: mature

+ 𝐜𝐰: explicit sexual content

+ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: me when i’m reposting this for the 5th time

+ part one can be found here !

+ 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: the small font is a stylistic choice that is only used for headcanons because they’re usually very short reads!

peter “the 001 for you” ballard

↻ length: crazy men have big dicks. this is a known—a fact. it cannot and will not be debated. why do some of you keep going back to your crazy exes? surely not because of their personalities…but i digress. peter doesn’t even know he’s got a dick of gold swinging in his pants. like he’s aware of its presence, but he never really sat down and thought ‘damn, i’ve gotta really big dick’—probably because he’s too distracted most of the time planning the demise of a bunch of little kids more than half of his age.

coming in at 6 inches flaccid, and roughly 7.4 inches erect, this definitely makes peter the second biggest on the list.

↻ width: he doesn’t really strike me as someone who’s gotta thick cock. i’d like to think it’s on the skinnier side, mostly because he’s very tall and lanky.

↻ color: peter is so pale, it’s literally just a pink stick.

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↻ groomed: hmmm… a part of me wants to say yes. i think he’d groom it down probably for comfort. i can imagine that it’d get very itchy in those white orderly jumpsuits, and so, i feel like he’d groom it down in that sense. he just strikes me as someone who’s very calculated and precise with everything that they do, so having an itch down there would be annoying and he hates to be annoyed.

↻ curved: unfortunately, no :(

↻ veins: yes, plenty. they start to branch down from his pelvic region, all the way to his dick. they wrap around so prettily and when he gets hard, it looks kinda mean and angry!

↻ how he uses it: peter likes to fuck you from the back, with the upper half of your body smooshed down into a hard surface, and your head forced down flat with the palm of his hand. it’s the only position he enjoys that doesn’t involve intimacy. but most of all, he likes it down your throat. because in this position, you’re on your knees, with your head tilted up at him, and tears streaming down your eyes like ribbons.

it gets him so unbelievably hard because he’s the one with all of the control. you sit there and take him—all of him—down your throat because you like it. and he knows you like it too. he knows that you get a rush when he pushes it so far down that you can’t breathe, and he knows you like it when he forces all of his load down your mouth. so, that’s why this is his favorite position. because from up here? he’s a god, and you’re just some bitch that prays to his dick like it’s sunday service.

dmitri “got you walking side to side” antonov or, better known as, enzo

↻ length: if i speak…

ok, listen. i’ve heard some things about those russian men, i’ve seen some things…and i’d like to bet that enzo is one of them. there’s just something in the atmosphere down there, something in the air…something that i think we (the people) should investigate because why and what is causing this big dick phenomenon? anyway, enzo is 6.7 inches flaccid and 8 inches hard. i don’t make the rules, i listen to the voices. and right now they’re telling me to relay the message and i am.

↻ width: baybeee, let me tell you something. his is thick. like, really thick. you just better hope he has the patience to stretch you open first, because if not…well, good luck soldier.

↻ color: i could say pink—but i won’t. i am standing on this hill when i say his cock is tanned and his tip is brown or brown adjacent. it’s somewhere in the brown family okay, just…just trust me on this one. i know russia is cold as fuck but he ain’t that damn pale, so i am not budging with my answer.

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↻ groomed: no. just full, unadulterated man bush over here. how we like it. the girls that get it, get. and the girls that don’t, don’t.

↻ curved: uhm, duh. he is a founding father of the captain hook club!

↻ veins: vein wonderland, just so many of ‘em.

↻ how he uses it: i don’t think it matters what position, you’re getting fucked and you’re getting fucked good. just know you’ll be directionally challenged by the end of it. suddenly, determining left from right, and up from down becomes a challenge tad too difficult.

argyle “let me smoke you out” [redacted] …because he wasn’t given a last name. them damn duffer brothers fucking up my list!

↻ length: i’d like to say his dick is as long as his gorgeous hair (which i’m very jealous of), but it isn’t. i’d like to sit here and tell you that the man who carried season four with jokes has a 12 incher, but i can’t (for i fear the masses will crucify me at the stake). but in all seriousness, argyle has the perfect cock. it’s not intimidatingly large like peter or enzo’s, but it’s not too small either.

argyle rests at a smooth 4.8 inches flaccid and a good 6 inches erect. and whatever he lacks in length—which isn’t much because 6 is perfect for some girlies—he makes up for in girth.

↻ width: i love me some stout men, and when i look at argyle, i just see a man with a fat cock and balls. big fat balls. big nuts. like i want the weight of his dick to be so powerful that it gives me a black eye…but, maybe that’s just me.

↻ color: he has such a pretty complexion, so i just know that it flows from a nice tanned color, into a pretty brown or mauve-y color at the tip.

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↻ groomed: no, he doesn’t have time for that. he only has enough time in the world to roll his blunts and get high. everything else be damned. the male-bush agenda is going strong and we can’t stop now!

↻ curved: to the left, and he really knows how to use it. i know i said before that he didn’t have much time for anything other than rolling blunts, but i lied. he’s definitely got the time to learn how to make a woman cum.

↻ veins: just one that stretches from the side of his cock to the underside of his shaft…

↻ how he uses it: oh, god. i just know he likes a good ol’ mating press. he likes squishing you down into the bed, or the back of his van and getting all deep in your cunt. he says it’s because he’s ‘so high’ and that ‘he’s tired’ every time he flops down on your like that, but you know it’s because he loves seeing you folded like a pretzel beneath him. nothing beats the expression you wear when he hits that spot you like. the one that gets your toes curling, and your legs shaking, and leaves your head all dizzy. he could fuck you like that forever and it still would always feel like the first time.

jonathan “i have a degree in stalking” byers

↻ length: i don’t care for jonathan but i feel like he’s got something a little lethal down there…like not crazy big but he’s definitely working with something, so maybe that’s why nance ignored all the stalking. what if…what if i said he’s got like something close to a 7 incher? like 6.5-6.7? i don’t know… i don’t know but them creepy guys be having good dick. exhibit a: joe goldberg. it must be some sort of requirement…

↻ width: hmm, he leans more on the skinnier side so i don’t think he’d be thick.

↻ color: scarily pink, like raw meat but progressively reddens when aroused.

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↻ groomed: jonathan doesn’t take that much pride in his appearance, and until nance, he probably didn’t do too much grooming. but now he keeps it fairly shaved down.

↻ curved: almost as straight as will, but in other words, yes. it’s got some curve too it but not enough to be a part of the captain hook committee, unfortunately.

↻ veins: two prominent ones that form a ‘y’ shape down his shaft

↻ how he uses it: the real question is how long can he use it? because i don’t think that boy’s got any self restraint. he probably finishes really quickly, but i kinda see him having a lot of stamina—but not in the way you think. i feel like he’d prefer having you ride him, because in this position, he gets to play with your tits and admire your body like the pathetic man he is, but as soon as he cums, his dick is ready to go again before he is. it’s just him lying there, totally overstimulated, and you riding him, milking him for all he’s worth. so, yeah, i’d say he’s not so much as using his own dick, but you using him.

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swtki · 2 years

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Swtki’s 2.5K follower celebration !

Aaaah thank you guys so much for 2.5 K !!!!!

18+ only content ahead - minors will be blocked as well as ageless blogs !

P Links :

Eddie Munson

Punishing sub! Eddie when he’s been bad

Giving virgin! Ed his first hand job

Eddie loves to be EDged

Boob man Eddie

Jock! Gf with Eddie

Steve Harrington

Riding Steve

Steve loves watching his cum drip out

Sub! Steve eating his girl out

Sub! Steve being edged

Steve painting her face

Missionary with Steve

Jonathan Byers

Ruining J’s fav shirt

Making out with needy! Jonathan

Boob man Jonathan

Amazon Position with sub! Jonathan

Riding J while wearing his shirt

TASM! Peter Parker

Making out with Peter

Shower sex with Sub! Peter

Peter has a breeding kink

Peter Teasing

Peter finger blasting

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friendsdxntlie · 2 years

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Third times a charm

Jonathan Byers X AFAB!Reader Smut

Do I currently have a request? Yes, yes I do. Did I write this instead? Also yes. Jokes aside, full fics are super draining apparently so I’ll probably do one every while and short blurbs/headcanons more regularly. By regularly I mean like maybe twice a month, I have no schedule. I’ll try to post more regularly but no promises.

Warnings : overstimulation, sub!Jonathan, dom!reader, pnv sex, AFAB!reader but no specific pronouns, crying kink, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!), Jon literally can’t shut up and now Joyce knows, Jon is an early finisher, praise kink, lmk if I missed any

Everything had started out normal, just basic vanilla sex. And as per usual, it didn’t take Jonathan very long to cum. He wasn’t exactly known for lasting, and you never minded because he always made up for it after (or before), but tonight you really, really wanted to cum on him, let him feel your gummy walls squeeze and clench around his cock.

So when he came the first time, no end for you in sight, you kept riding him. He was confused, grabbing your hips as he whined. “Baby — baby, I, fuck, came already.” He panted out, hair sticking to his forehead from sweat. You nodded. “I know, I know. Let me keep going, yeah? Wanna cum on your cock pretty boy.” You said, wiping his forehead. “You’ll be a good boy f’me? Let me keep fucking you?” And he was quick to nod, ‘yes’s and ‘yeah’s falling from his lips. How could he say no? He was still hard anyways, he could handle one more.

He thinks it’s gonna be just one more, and by the time he’s half way to his second orgasm he has tears in his eyes. It feels so good that he wouldn’t dare tell you to stop, but it’s also starting to hurt. The mix of pleasure and pain makes his mind swim, his head fuzzy. He doesn’t even realize he’s crying until you’re shushing him, telling him to be a good boy and let you use him. The fact that you wanna use him, the Hawkins resident weirdo, makes his dick twitch at the thought. Even as the closer he gets the more painful it is he lets you use him.

His second orgasm takes longer than the first, but is weaker too. He doesn’t cum as much as the first time around, but you love the feeling regardless. This time you don’t even slow down, especially since you’re so close already. You have been fighting your orgasm off just a bit, you wanna see how far you can push him. He’s practically sobbing now, whining as he grips your hips so hard you know you’ll bruise. He’s trying to get you to slow down, but you just grab his hands. “Here, rub my clit, c’mon be good f’me pretty boy.” And he’s quick to please. He’s so far gone that it’s almost too sloppy to do anything, and he keeps forgetting to actually move his thumb, but you don’t mind. It’s mainly to keep his hands from slowing you down, and so you lace your fingers with his free hand.

He’s openly crying, a steady pour of tears, and in some twisted way they push you closer to the edge. His dick feels like it’s about to fall off with how sensitive it is, and even as he’s trying to tell you he’s choking on his words and babbling incoherently. But honestly? He loves the pain. It’s a good kind of pain, kind that makes him twitch (both his cock and the rest of his body) and he’s starting to get sore from how long his muscles have been taut.

His third orgasm coincides with your first, and the feeling of you finally clenching around him makes all of this worth it. It took less time then his second, but it hits harder than his first and second combined. He’s so loud at this point you’re sure someone has heard, but you can’t bring yourself to quiet down his lovely whimpers and whines and moans. This time he truly fills you up, so much so you can feel it leaking out around his cock. He looks down at where you connect and it nearly sends him into a fourth orgasm. It’s downright filthy, his cum leaking out into him, strings of arousal that connect you to him being broken by your constant riding, your pretty puffy pussy that he loves.

The second you’ve ridden out your orgasm he tears you off of him, unable to stand any more stimulation. His cock is still twitching harshly, red and purple and painful looking. He’s coated in his own cum as well as yours and your arousal. He looks delicious like this, you decide.

He tries to cup himself, like that’ll help the pain, but it only makes it worse as his hand grazes his sensitive shaft. He tears his hand away so fast he nearly hits you, he doesn’t even babble out an apology because he’s too focused on his dick and how sensitive he is. “N’more, please, can’t take n-no more. Hurts s’bad.” He sobs, and you gently hold his head to your chest. “Hey hey, it’s ok. We’re done, no more baby. Promise.”

He seems to calm down at the promise of no more, and also your chest. It always help him calm down, no matter what got him riled up in the first place. You lay together for a while, give him time to stop crying and be able to talk. When his breathing is mostly normal you talk again. “Too much? Was that ok sweet boy?” His hand is quick to find yours, lacing your fingers together again. “It was good — great, even. Liked it. Felt like my dick was about to fall off though.” He mumbled, tired. You giggle at his crudeness, a staple of sleepy Jonathan. “You did so, so good for me Jon. Always do so good. I love you, Jon.” He cuddles up to you, close as he can. “Love y’too, s’much.”

“Let’s get cleaned up, ok? Then we’ll come and sleep.” He groans but nods. You help him slip some sweats and a shirt on, slipping your shorts and shirt on yourself. As you try and slip into the bathroom across the hallway you can hear Joyce call your names form the kitchen, and you exchange a glance. You both think one thing — fuck.

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p0isonyouth · 4 months

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masterlist <3

( ⋆ ) harry potter

( ⋆ ) stranger things

( ⋆ ) criminal minds

( ⋆ ) marvel

( ⋆ ) celebrities

( ⋆ ) misc.

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theravenclawlover · 2 years

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🎃Kinktober Day 25🎃

Day Prompt: Mirror sex/Collaring/Uniform

Word Count: 889

Warnings: +18 (MDNI), sexual content, sexy time but also angsty time, unprotected sex (wrap it up ladies, gents, and gays), mentions of Jancy (i love them but for the sake of the fic they're on a break and they can fuck whoever they want while at it because there's nothing wrong with that), and my shit writing because you lot can digest it <3

A/N: I had a whole different idea for this but it is almost six am, so I cannot be held responsible for this mess. For one, this is my first time writing Jonathan. so go easy. two, I know my boy is shy, but I know that this man fucks good. like even if he was shy at the beginning I just know that he's a freak in bed. Nancy too bro, I just know she's the boss, but Jonathan on his own is just a man seeking to control something in his life. and that is you babes.

Jonathan Byers x F!Reader

When you were in High School you couldn’t understand why Nancy Wheeler had chosen Jonathan Byers, breaking Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington’s heart in the process. To you, Jonathan Byers was the complete opposite of Nancy, the girl—by society’s norm—was to be with someone like Steve. She seemed like one of those girls that would follow the path carved out for her. But things change, strange experiences turned you upside down. So you stopped questioning their relationship because your curiosity had dwindled down when your life had been affected by the interdimensional world that hid under your hometown. Even after the Byers had moved away Nancy and Jonathan were a thing, but by the time you had gone off to college in California, you had found out Jonathan and Nancy had broken up. You and Jonathan went to the same school, a place close to his home. You two had quickly turned friends—his friend Argyle was also your favorite person to hang out with.

And as you and Jonathan turned friends, he began opening up to you thus the story between him and Nancy came out. And then you understood, and as you did, you began to feel more than friend-like love toward him. But he would never love you like you did him because he still loved Nancy.

And even as months went by, and your relationship changed, you knew he loved her still. But that didn’t mean you wouldn’t take what he gave you.

And if he wanted to have you as a fuckbuddy until he went back to Nancy when they were ready to talk about their relationship again, to build a future of their liking, you would let Jonathan Byers fuck you six ways into Sunday if he felt like it.

But right now you were letting him fuck you against your body mirror like the walls weren’t made out of cardboard. That’s dorm rooms for you. But it didn’t matter because Jonathan had you against it, your tits pressed against the cold material, back arched like a bitch in heat, your head pulled back by his grip as he whispered lewd words to you, the words that would always be replayed in your head when you weren’t with him.

“Look at you, taking my cock like a good slut,” he whispered, his soft voice husky and carnal. A contrast to his shy nature. He had been called a freak in High School because he was different, but now—if they knew—the word meant so much more. The number of things you had done with him, things you could only find in those weird dreams of yours. But with him, they turned to reality. You wondered if Nancy missed this…if she sometimes wondered if this was something she was depriving herself of. But she had put her education first before a dick. You weren’t that strong. And right now you didn’t care either.

“Fuck—aw fuck—so good,” you moaned nails scrapping the wood of the bathroom door where the mirror hung. You weren’t sure how you would explain those to your roommates.

“Yeah? You like being fucked like a slut?” he asked, a smile spreading into a full grin. “Don’t have to answer, I know you do. Letting me fuck you however and whenever I want to.”

You nodded in shame and lust, tears wanting to spill at the sheer pleasure your cunt was receiving from his deep thrust, from the sting of his balls slapping cruelly against your stiff clit, and the truth of his words.

Jonathan pulled you back, stepping away from the mirror slightly, now you could see his balls slapping your clit obscenely, the way his cock was thrusting in and out of you, your slick down your thighs, and how your tits bounced at the force of the whole spectacle.

“Look at that,” he panted against your ear as he let go of your head to grab your biceps, holding you there and fucking into you harshly. You were gasping for air with every thrust. “Such a pretty thing, taking my cock so well. You’re a very good girl, aren’t you?”

“Y-yeah,” you moaned, tears now freely falling as your orgasm built, your legs quivering as you could only let him fuck you like a ragdoll.

“And all mine.” Those were the words that always made you come undone, words that were all true, you were his, maybe forever. You came with a whine of his name, your knees buckling as you did, trying to get away from his strong grip as he fucked into you still, his cock hitting your sensitive spot over and over again, making the feeling of your body all the more intense. But the clenching of your walls around him and your desperate whines was his undoing. He came with shallow thrusts, his cum spurting inside of you marking you once again as his, a feeling that did nothing but drive you insane.

Your tired eyes looked at the mirror, and there you watched as Jonathan gasped for air against your back, forehead resting on your shoulder as he watched—like you—his cum spill out of your stuffed cunt.

“Mine.”

Yes, you were. All his for the taking. But he wasn’t yours. Not even with his cum still hot inside of you.

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dearramiel · 1 year

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bestfriend!jonathan who whines when he stretches :(

Mmmmm .... my mind can think of many things with this...

sfw -

Genuinely thinking that his whine is cute, ignoring the way it makes your heart swell.

nsfw -

Trying to ignore the way his whine makes you feel, trying to suppress the idea that he could sound so much prettier if he let you try.

#stranger things smut #jonathan byers smut #Jonathan Byers x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things fluff #Jonathan Byers x Reader smut

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and-claudia · 2 years

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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 🖤

TAG LIST FOUND HERE

2022 Kinktober Masterlist

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.

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We All Go A Little Mad Sometimes Pt. 2 of 2

Incel!Perv!Jonathan Byers x Dark!Latina!Reader

Angst/Smut : Dark Fic : Enemies to Lovers : College AU

Summary: You ask for Jonathan’s to embark on a road trip with you to terrorize a girl you’re seeking revenge on. Meanwhile, Jonathan has plans to blackmail you to assert ‘his power’ over you via the advice of his incel community. Things go south in his plan, once he meets your enemy who happens to be a familiar someone.

A/N: Had fun writing this. It was camp, it was weird, it was unhinged and i love that for these characters. I love Nancy. This isn’t Nancy slander. Just want to play around with an evil side to these characters. Hope you all enjoy and thank you for reading.

Part 1 Here

Word Count: 6.6k+

Warnings: breaking into house, vandalism, some fluffy moments, loss of virginity (m), graphic language, yandere!reader, past nancy x reader, past jonathan x nancy, hint of ronance, past cheating (not by reader nor jonathan), hurt!reader, hurt!jonathan, mentions of child and domestic abuse, dark!nancy, everyone is insane, oral (m receiving), p in v (unprotected sex), if you squint mommy kink, male masturbation, mutual masturbation, slight degradation kink, hair pulling, choking, creampie, small anal play, cum eating, switch!jonathan, switch!reader, nipple play, passionate rough sex, overstimulation, squirting, fingering, finger sucking, biting, scratching, ‘papi’ kink, spit kink, corruption kink (even tho Jonathan and Reader are corrupt already)

You awoke before him, freshening up and dressing up in your cutest outfit so that when he awoke, he wouldn’t be able to take his hands off you. When you walked back into the room, Jonathan was still peacefully asleep. He looked so beautiful and innocent, you could watch him all day. So you attempt that very thought, climbing back in bed and staring at him.

He must’ve sense this because he tossed and turned a little before his eyes fluttered open.

Stretching and yawning, he blinks up at you. “Morning.” The sexy, raspiness of his voice upon waking up made you throb between your legs.

“Good morning, mi amor.” With your face hovering over his, you placed a kiss to his lips. His body jolts a little with surprise.

You pulled away, running your fingers through his hair.

“What’d you do that for?” He asks.

“Because I can. Now go freshen up. We’ll be hitting the road again soon.” You pecked his lips once more before releasing him.

Jonathan had a wonderful night’s sleep. After last night activities, he found himself sleeping like a baby after countless nights of restlessness. It felt good sharing the bed especially when he got to cuddle up against you. You were so warm and soft. He was beginning to genuinely like you and not for the company of your body or anything sexual but for all of you. As fucked up as you were.

He’s in the shower currently and his mind drifts off to the things you two had done. Your lips luscious and full. He couldn’t wait to feel them on his again. What he really anticipated, though, was finally getting to penetrate your tight cunt. The way you swallowed his fingers inside you last night convinced him that you would take his cock just as hungrily. You were absolutely drenched from his mouth tasting you and he’d only just gotten started. He already missed your sweet taste.

Blood rushes to his dick and he’s hard as a rock. His hand lowers to grope himself. He began to jack off at the thought of your hot pussy on his mouth again. Head thrown back, he tightens his fist around himself, imagining thrusting in and out of you. Biting his lips, he stifles the groans tumbling from them. Once he thought about the look on your face when you’d gush all over him, he came onto his hand, the other hand resting on the tile wall for support.

Then he’s breathing again. Unsteady, but breathing, nonetheless. He finishes up his shower and quickly dressed before you could decide to step in while he’s naked. Believing if that were to have happened, he knew he wouldn’t be leaving that bathroom a virgin.

He exits. You were on the bed, laying on your stomach. Your feet in the air, swinging alternatively back and forth. Head in his phone, you mindlessly scroll through his feed.

He sighs. “Why are you going through my phone? How’d you even get into it, anyway?”

“Easy. Your fingerprint was still smeared on the screen.” You say, nonchalantly, still scrolling through it.

“It’s an invasion of privacy.”

You laughed. “How ironic coming from the guy who took candid photos of me? Did you get to jerk off to them this morning?” You teased.

Crimson colors his cheeks. You take notice of this, smirking. “Ahhh. So, you did touch yourself,” You get on all fours, crawling over to him. There’s an innocence with a glint of danger in your eyes as you stare up at him. “What exactly did you jerk off to?”

“It’s just about enough of your business as what i do on my phone. I’d like it back. Please.” He’s stern. His hand extended out.

You rise up to kneel, handing him the phone with pouty look. “I have a right to know what you write about me, ya know. You don’t even depict me in the right light.”

“Well, good thing I’m the creative between the two of us. Because I think I’ve captured your essence to the T.” He begins to pack his things into his duffel bag.

“I am, too, creative. I got you to come with me, didn’t I? You’d never agreed to join me if I hadn’t asked my friend about popular manga in the 80s.”

“You mean to tell me you were lying? I should’ve known you weren’t a true fan. What poor sap did you flirt with to get that information?”

“It’s not fucking FBI levels of top secret. Anyone could Google that. And that ‘poor sap’ is my best friend, Robin. She knows manga.”

“She?”

“Yes, papi. This isn’t the stone ages. Women read, too.” You rolled your eyes then hopped off the bed, gathering your things into your bag, too.

“I’m sorry. You’re right. Girls can like anime and manga, too.”

“Now you’re learning.” You winked.

—————

Once you checked out, you were on the road again. Jonathan drove to the closest diner for breakfast. The place looked as if it were in the middle of nowhere.

When you were sat inside at a nice quiet booth in the back, your stomach began to rumble. “God, I’m so hungry. I can eat an entire cow. What are you ordering?

“Maybe the strawberry waffles. You?” Jonathan asks, eyes skimming through the menu.

“The french toast because it’s better than waffles.” You challenged.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“Yes, it is. Let’s settle this,” You say, noticing the waitress coming your way. “‘Scuse me, hermosa. Which do you prefer french toast or waffles?”

“Definitely the waffles.” The waitress says.

“Told ya.” Jonathan smiles teasingly at you.

“A fan of waffles I see.” The waitress turns her attention on Jonathan, smiling brightly. He smiles nervously at her.

You feel your impatience heightening as she continued her banter about goddamn waffles with Jonathan. Now all of a sudden, he’s some charismatic ladies’ man. It took everything in you not to lash out and crack their skulls.

You swallowed hard. “So…” You nearly growled before putting on your sweet voice. “About ordering…When will we get to do that? Or will we start a podcast about breakfast foods?”

The waitress’s smile falls. “How can I help you?”

After your orders were taken, you seethed in your seat, arms crossed and avoiding Jonathan’s stare.

He sighs. “What’d I do this time?”

“You’re not that nice to me.”

“Oh, come on. You know that’s not true.”

You scoffed, ignoring him and looking out the window.

“Don’t be mad at me. Please.” He pleads.

“Why not? You were fine being mad at me the other day.”

“You’re still on about that?”

“Um, yeah.”

“I wasn’t that angry.”

“You were and it was specifically directed at me. All I know is…it wasn’t because I flirted with the professor. So what was it?”

“It was…because you got a higher grade on the final and it made me feel inferior.”

“Seriously?”

“Can you blame me, though? See my side of things for once. In my followers’ perspectives of you, you can’t be smarter than me.”

“Because I’m a girl?”

“Sorta. And maybe because I feel like you already have so much leverage over me. I just wanted some where I know I better at something than you. I get to be on top. Then, you come and take that shine from me. I’m sure you’ve seen the messages that I’d plan to blackmail you. Hell, you figured it out before you even read through my phone. You’ve ruined my every move against you.”

“We aren’t playing chess. I’m not your enemy here. I’m your lover,” You say the last part with a sultry tone. “My intentions are never to undermine you, papi. So, quit acting as if this is some dick measuring contest. If want your time to be on top, then fine—I can provide that for you. But you’re a bottom by nature. And me…Siempre estoy en la cima.”

He didn’t have to ask her what it meant based of her facial expression.

You continued. “Maybe to assert my dominance on you, I’ll make you cum right under this table. That way you can whimper and whine for the whole diner to hear including your darling waitress.”

“T-that won’t be necessary.” Jonathan says, taking a sip of his drink.

“You sure…papi.” You bring your boot up between his legs, pressing the heel lightly against his erection.

He stutters out a pained moan. “S-stop. Not here.”

The waitress comes in, serving up the food. You turn to her, “I’d like to apologize for my behavior earlier. I such a cunt.”

You didn’t really care to apologize. You were only doing so, so she’d be present to hear Jonathan’s whimpers as you continued to roll your boot-covered foot over his hard length.

“Oh, no. I totally understand. I hope you didn’t think I was trying to flirt your boyfriend. I am truly respectful honest to god. As a libra, people usually say I’m quite flirty.” The waitress explains.

“No way! I’m a Leo! Our signs are so compatible.”

Jonathan could feel himself slowly coming undone. It shouldn’t feel this good to have you run your foot over that spot but it did. The mix of pain and pleasure had begun to overwhelm him. His mouth flies open as he shuffles in his seat. He lets out a small, high-pitched cry and the waitress whips her head around to look at him.

Jonathan blushes, looking down shyly. The waitress leaves but not before shooting him a look of disgust. You smile at your lover boy and he looks back at you with an angered stare.

—————

*Jonathan’s POV*

Readers. We’ve finally reached our destination. Nothing about my hometown’s changed really. My mom and brother are anticipating my arrival. But I’m forced to put that all on pause to carry out Babydoll’s plan. All because of my stupidity and lust for pussy.

Fellas…this is a cautionary tale. Girls like Babydoll they lead with their looks and overwhelming sense of personality to get the things they want. I’ve humbled myself. I am a man. I’m not exempt from her temptations. Great men have fallen to the commands of a beautiful woman. Think of Adam and Eve. Eve tempted Adam to take a bite of the apple and it only led to shit for all of humanity.

I wonder what kind of shit I’ll end up in once I’ve taken a bite of the ‘forbidden fruit’.

—————

Jonathan was confused. Why had you given him the address to the Wheeler’s residence? He drove on autopilot, trying to figure out the situation before arrival. Maybe she’s an old friend of Nancy’s. Maybe she’s stopping by to say ‘hi’ and then we’ll go after her ex. But he was in denial, he knew exactly what these implications meant.

You both exit the parked car. You were nervous but it fueled your anger. Knocking on the door, you stood there with an angry pout. The door swings open and it’s Mrs. Wheeler. You quickly fixed your composure putting on your innocent act.

“Afternoon, Mrs. Wheeler.” You greeted with a smile.

“Y/N! Is that you? I haven’t seen you in over a year. Would you like to come in?”

“No, it’s fine. We don’t want to crowd you. Thank you for offering. Actually, I noticed Nancy’s car isn’t in the driveway. Is she not here?”

“She lives in her new home here. She moved down recently with her friend, Robin—”

“Robin?” Your eyes widened.

“Oh you’re familiar? Yeah, she…” Mrs. Wheeler’s voice trails off when she spots Jonathan standing on the bottom step behind you. “Oh my god. Jonathan? Good to see you. How are you? Nancy’ll be thrilled you’re in town.”

Jonathan cringes when he notices you stiffen at this fact. This was incredibly awkward.

“I can give the address to her home. She’s expressed to me about how much she misses the two of you. What are the odds you come here together in search for her?” She laughs, pulling out a paper and pen from her robe’s pocket and writing down the address. “There. She’s not too far from here.”

Oh, sweet Mrs. Wheeler, you hadn’t a clue what we have in store for your daughter.

Saying your goodbyes, you both head back to the car. Silence. Then, you two burst out a fumble of words at each other, simultaneously.

“You’ve dated Nancy Wheeler?!”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.”

“Well maybe if you told me her name we could’ve had this extremely awkward conversation earlier. Wait, didn’t you say you dated her a year ago?” Jonathan asked.

“Yes.”

“That would mean she dated you around the time she was still dating me. You’re the reason she broke up with me.”

“No, I wasn’t. I dated her way longer which means she dated you during our relationship. That puta.” You muttered.

“Hold on. You were definitely the other woman of my relationship because you two weren’t public about it. Me and Nance were exclusive.”

“We weren’t public about it because my abuelita’s Catholic. But then we—fuck this is the part where I open up—But then we planned to out ourselves to our family’s. I’d tell my abuela that I’m bi and she’d tell her family she’s bi. But she didn’t. I did. And my abuela was not very welcoming. She still loves me but our relationship is strained. Meanwhile, I knew Nancy had found someone. She started acting differently around me. She cheated but I stayed, anyway, because I need love. And when I’m in love, I do stupid shit like staying in toxic relationships. Then, she promised me she’d cut all ties with them which I’m guessing was you. Only for her to break up with me not even a month after,” You clenched your fist. “I want her to hurt the way she hurt me.”

“Well, shit.” Jonathan scoffs, eyes leaving the road for a moment to look at you.

“Yeah,” You nodded before adding in a threatening tone. “I’m not crazy if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m just hurt.”

“It’s okay to go a little mad, sometimes. We all do. I won’t judge.”

“So how did Nancy manage to fuck you up this bad? No way did her breaking up you lead you to a life of loserdom.”

“Gee, thanks.” Jonathan says, sarcastically.

“Sorry. I’d just like to know what went wrong. Is it because she didn’t give you any?”

“No. I just had my friends online who helped me see the truth about the nature of women. Women want men to dominate them. So that’s exactly what I tried to do. I said to her ‘I’ll give you an ultimatum it’s either remaining submissive to me or do whatever you want and remain single for life’.”

“Looks like she made the right choice. I can’t believe you let a couple of losers online scam you out of a girlfriend. And you question why I’m smarter than you.”

“I thought you weren’t going to undermine me.”

“Can’t help but to comment on something that unbelievably dumb.”

“You know what, let’s be silent for the rest of this trip. We’ll be there in 5 minutes.” He grumbles.

“I’m sorry. Okay? I’m only being a bitch right now because she’s fucking my best friend.”

“You mean, Robin?”

“Yes.” You cried out. “And now I know that she’s dated you, too, it makes me even angrier. It’s like she knew I’d love you.”

“You love me?”

“I thought we’ve discussed this already. I’m clearly obsessed with you because I love you.”

“Why? I’m just some loser.”

“I just do. I don’t think you’re a loser. You’re fucked up, for sure, but you can be sweet, funny, intelligent. I’ve seen it when I watched you from afar. You don’t really hate women. You just hate yourself. I hate myself, too.”

Jonathan is speechless. He’d never heard someone see through him that way. He’d always hated how passive he was. He was passive when his father used to abuse him and his brothers having to witness his mother take the abuse. He hated himself for never standing up to him to this day. He hated women indirectly for witnessing his mother’s abuse.

“That’s it. The house.” You say, pointing at the blue and white house on the right. “Looks like her car’s not here either.” You exit the car and Jonathan follows after you.

“Okay, shouldn’t we wait in the car?” He asks.

“Nope.” Taking a decently sized rock you found on the ground, you threw it through one of the small glass panels of the door.

“What the fuck?” Jonathan exclaims, looking around for any witnesses.

“We’re going inside.” You say over your shoulder, putting your hand through the space to unlock the door. You pull it open, gesturing him to walk in first.

“This is breaking and entering. A crime!”

“Mi amor, the hell did you think we came down here for? To sing campfire songs? This is just the beginning.”

Jonathan squeezes his eyes shut, rubbing at his temple. You were in too deep. He enters the home and you follow behind, closing the door.

It was a decent place. Big, comfortable, very warm and inviting. Nothing like her. You notice a picture frame on the side table in the hallway. A photo of Robin and Nancy on the beach with wide smiles on their faces. You throw the frame on the floor, shattering the glass.

“Seriously? You’re gonna break more shit.” He shoots a disappointed look.

“It felt…therapeutic,” You smile mischievously at him before running into the kitchen and he runs after you. You take a china cup from the cupboard. “Looks expensive. Wanna break it?”

“No.”

“You’re boring,” You groaned, throwing the cup over your shoulder and he reacts quickly, catching it. When you hadn’t heard the glass shattering to the ground, you looked back. “Nice catch, papi. You sure you weren’t an athlete in another life.”

“Babydoll…You’re acting like a child. Stop.”

“No. I don’t want to stop.” You say, ironically sounding even more childish. Just as you were about to pick up a plate, Jonathan pushes you up against the wall, pinning your hands above your head.

“I said, ‘stop’.” He growls.

You just blinked up at him with doe eyes. Then, your mouths collided. He releases your hands and you immediately grip the small of his back, forcing himself to grind into you. He lifts your leg, wrapping it around his waist allowing his hardness to sink deeper against your core. You both moan into the kiss at the added pressure, feeling his swollen tip prodding you though his jeans.

You were biting each other’s lips and kissing wildly, surprised that you hadn’t drawn blood. Maybe not yet at least.

Jonathan rips himself away as if you’d burned him. He lets out a shuddery breath. “We can’t do this. They’ll be here any minute.”

“So what? They’ll be entertained by the show,” You sauntered over to him, pressing up against him and whispering, “We could christened her bedroom. I could make you feel so good. We wouldn’t have to go all the way either. I know you’re still not ready. But I just really need to taste you.”

Jonathan was torn. He wanted you bad. Real bad. But of course, that would mean letting go of the lifestyle he was embraced by when others shunned him from their circles. And yet, you, somehow made that seem so meaningless. When’s another chance I’ll get to be inside a girl this pretty?

“Yes.”

“Really?” You actually surprised.

He nods. “I don’t think I can wait any longer. If I’m being honest, I was always ready for you especially when after last night. I just didn’t want to believe it.”

“Now what do you wanna do?”

“I wanna fuck you.” Jonathan says, almost out of breath.

You smirked. Not saying a word, you take his hand, leading him up the stairs.

—————

When you both made it up the stairs, you couldn’t keep your hands off one another. A second was a second too long. You’re making out and it’s feverish and sloppy. You enjoyed the taste of the strawberry flavoring in his mouth.

You’re first to make move to strip off his clothes. Pulling off his shirt, you throw it to the ground and examined his frame. He was quite thin, not muscular but pale. A slightly hairy chest. He suddenly grew insecure under your stare. Then, he was pleasantly surprised. You were practically drooling, eyes dark with lust. You peppered wet kisses along his shoulders and down his chest, wanting to let him know that he’s beautiful.

He pulls your shirt over your head then slowly unclasps your lacy pink bra that contrasted so beautifully against your skin. Your breasts bounce once their released. Jonathan gulps at the sight. He wanted to taste each pebbled nub and make you feel good but for now you were taking things slow. He kneads your breasts, feeling the soft flesh in his hands, eyes shimmering with excitement.

You have one hand palming him through his pants while the other undid his belt on the front button. He thrusts into the palm of your hand, moaning softy. You lower his pants letting gravity take its course and it falls to the ground. Your met with his hard erection poking through the cloth of his boxers, allowing your imagination to run wild. He looked big for sure. Huge. And the fact that he shied away as if he didn’t know he’s got a big one, turned you on even more.

You fall to your knees before him, kissing, licking, biting his tummy while pulling down his boxers agonizingly slow until his cock sprung out of them.

He feels his heart soar at your reaction. You stared at it as if it were perfect. He didn’t have any thick veins. But Jonathan definitely had the girth. He wasn’t too long but it was just enough to hit the points of you that you needed. And the curve of his dick, only confirmed this.

You suck hard on the tip and lets out a strained cry, knees buckling. You pressed him up against the nearest wall and began your worship. You were swallowing him down as if life itself depended on it. Jonathan’s convinced that you’ll be the death of him by the end of this session.

You pull him out of your throat, jacking him with one hand and drool dripping from your chin down to your chest. “You taste so good, papi. I’m so addicted. I want you to take my throat like the fucking whore I am.”

“I might cum soon.” He warns, laughing nervously.

“That’s okay. Cum down mommy’s throat.” You scratch you nails over the ‘V’ of his hips.

“Ah, fuck.” He moans, feeling your mouth around him once again. You take his hands, tangling them into your hair. You were sure he’d figure things out for himself. His hips begin to rock back and forth, gently. The sound of your gagging urged him on.

Your eyes don’t leave his, a devious glint in them. He knew what that meant. You’d won the little game you two were playing. Jonathan never stood a chance against you. He was wrapped around your finger the moment you’d spoken to him at the food court. But losing felt so sweet.

Jonathan can feel himself approaching and you picked up on this as he continuously hit the back of your throat over and over. The thrusts are short to keep himself from leaving your mouth fully. You tugged and squeezed his testicles in one hand and he shouts his orgasm. His cum shoots down your throat. You moan at his taste filling your mouth. It was intoxicating enough that you closed your eyes to commit it to memory. He whimpers and shudders as you began to pull away, sucking him on the way up to his tip.

He couldn’t think or talk again until your mouth had finally left him. “Holy shit. I think I almost died.” He puts a hand over his heart.

You circle your tongue around your lips, collecting the remnants of his taste. “I love the taste of you. I can’t wait to have more.”

“Give me some time. Need to catch my breath.”

You take in the sight of him before you. His brown hair is messy, some hanging over his eyes. He stood completely naked in your presence. He looked almost fragile. You take him by the shoulder, pushing him onto the bed. You removed your skirt then your underwear, giving him a show.

“You look so fucking good, papi. Like dessert served for me to partake and indulge,” You lick up his stomach. “So glad you’re all mine. Can show me how you touched yourself when you thought of me? I want to see you do it as if I’m not here. Don’t hold back.”

Jonathan reluctantly takes his semi-hard cock into his hands. He winces at the sensitivity from cumming only moments ago but he didn’t wish to disappoint you. He begins to stoke himself slowly his eyes on you. You climbed on the bed, sitting on back on your knees.

You stick two of your fingers inside you, grinding into your hand. They weren’t as nearly as filling as his fingers from last night. Jonathan notices your pining for his hands bring his free hand up to your mouth. You sucked on his index and middle finger, swirling your tongue around like you would to his cock.

Your eyes focused on the hand around his cock increasing in speed at your ministrations on his fingers. You match his speed, circling your clit to match his pumping.

“Can I please be inside you?”

“Sure, baby.”

You take you drenched fingers from inside you, replacing his hand with yours, coating him in your slick.

“You want to be top?” You ask him.

He doesn’t answer instead he pulls you down so you’re rested on your side, your ass pressed up against his erection.

“I wanna do it like this,” He whispers, softly in your ear. “I want full access to your body. It’s so beautiful. You’re so beautiful.”

You smiled. Sex from the side felt so intimate. You half expected this to go down rough and hard but Jonathan wanted it slow and his wishes were your command.

You bend your top leg at the knee, bringing it up so he can get a better view of your core. He takes himself in his hands, sliding it back and forth between your slick folds before pausing at the entrance.

“Look at me.” He demands.

You glanced over your shoulder, meeting his eyes. He pushes in torturously slow, your mouths falling open at the same time.

“Oh, fuck. You’re sooo big.” You whimpered.

Your tight walls made the process of sinking into you even slower and Jonathan had grown impatient, gripping your hips, he pulls you down hard against him. He bottoms out inside you and you let of a cry so loud it bounced off the walls.

He does this a couple more times. Pulling out slowly before slamming deep within you, his hands sliding up from your hips to grope your breasts. Then, he begins his toe-curling pace.

He’s hitting deep within you with long, deep strokes. His face nuzzled into your neck. You bring a hand back to tug at his hair.

Your ass ripples with every powerful thrust. Jonathan looks down between you to catch this. You bring a hand to spread your cheek a little, allowing him to see his cock plunging deep within you.

He groans. “You’re making my dick all creamy, babydoll. Is it that good?”

As if on cue, the noises of his length sloshing around inside you increased in volume.

“Yes, yes, yes.” You chant.

His hands are everywhere. One hand pinching and rubbing at your hardened peaks while the other wrapped around your neck gently squeezing. Then, he’d moved one between your legs to toy with your clit while the other one remained on your aroused nipples.

He takes your arm bringing it over his head and around his shoulders. “Need to taste.” He hastily says. Twisting your upper body enough, his mouth immediately latches onto your breasts. Flicking his fat tongue over that nipple while toying with your clit and fucking you silly. He looks up at you through his beautiful lashes, watching your face contort in pleasure.

“Jonathan…please.” You didn’t know what you were begging for but the pleasure was so overloaded that it made you delirious.

He feels you tightening around him. Not wanting this to end, he removes him fingers from your clit back to squeeze around your neck, biting down your nipple simultaneously.

“Oh god.” You mewled.

Jonathan grips your chin forcing your lips against his. Your tongues entangled in a dance as he slams into you. While the kiss grew grew in ferocity, his nails glide from your thighs up to your stomach, then he digs them into your sides.

When he breaks the kiss, a sting of saliva connecting mouths is present. You flick your tongue out teasingly, collecting into your mouth and breaking the connection.

“I want you on top.” You whined.

He wastes no time. Without pulling out of you, he lifts himself a little, rolling you onto your back. Your legs are bent over his own at first as he continues to pump into you from the side. Then, finally, he makes his way to be on top of you, moving one of your legs to the other side of him.

Now you were spread wide open, him kneeling and pumping deep. His hands gripped the back of your knees pulling you down against him. The sound of skin crashing into each other louder than ever. You propped yourself on you elbows to look up at him while also using the support to grind up to meet his thrusts. You were like a ragdoll in his hands. You’ve never seen him so in control before.

“I like this side of you, papi. Maybe you aren’t so vanilla.”

He hits hard against your cervix as retaliation, laughing when you cried out. “See? I can be top, too.”

You weren’t going to let him get away with it that easy. You were still the one in control. You jump him so that he’s now on his back. He’s surprised looking up at you like an innocent doe.

This new position allowed him to hit so deep within you that you felt him in your stomach. Your mission was to rock his world. So, the cheerleader in you kicks in, you’re in a split position now, grinding back against his cock hands on his chest as leverage.

Jonathan was right. You were everything he believed you were. A witch, a siren, a succubus… all the kinds of mythical creatures created to bring a man to his demise.

You bring yourself up, bending your knees and resting your feet against the mattress now. You’re bouncing hard and fast against him and he’s whimpering and moaning like a little slut and it makes you incredibly soaked.

He throws his head back. You pull him by his hair.

“I wanna see that pretty face, papi,” You tug his hair again, guiding his eyes between your bodies. You knew he loved the view. “Love how wet you’re making me.”

He’s hypnotized. His length glistening in the light from your tight heat’s coating, drooling when he grip around him like a vice.

“Unh, god. F-fuck.”

“Aww, pobrecito. Look at you. You’re all dumb and drunk off my pussy. Can barely form a sentence. Don’t worry. I’ve got you, papi.”

“You feel so good.” He sobs, tears streaming down his face. His big brown eyes are rolled to the back of his head.

Gathering the little strength he had left, he sits up wraps your legs around him and thrusts up into you. Your foreheads are pressed against each others, alternating between kissing and breathing in each other’s gasps.

You snake a hand between your bodies and began to rub faster and faster at your clit. The sweet high pitches of his moans making your end approach soon. His hand grips your ass, the other caressing your back.

“Gonna cum. Should I pull out?” He whispers.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

He growls at this bouncing you faster into his lap. He knew exactly what he was doing hitting repeatedly against your g-spot. His perfectly curved cock almost seemed like if was made for that very purpose. Sticking a middle finger in your rectum, he hit hard into you one good time and you’re spiraling.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” You screamed. Wetness spurting out of you. Jonathan continuing to thrust into you causing the waterfall to flow even more.

He falls back on top of you, stroking deep into you like a man who’s lost his senses. He’s reduced to grunts and groans as you milked him for all he’s worth. Your walls wringing every last drop of his hot cum, greedily absorbing the essence into your tight channel.

He wanted to collapse beside you but figured it would be better to clean up first. Heading to the nearest bathroom, he grabs a towel and wets it. Making his way over to you, he cleans between your legs and himself. He tosses the towel on the ground, finally getting to curl up to your warm body.

At first, you’re both panting up at the ceiling with giant smiles on your face. Then, you turned to your side and he does the same, staring at each other.

“How was your first time?” You asked.

“Do I really have to say it? I cried. It was fucking amazing,” He laughs then nervously adds, “I didn’t hurt you. Did I?”

“Not in a way I didn’t like. A little pain can be fun every now and then,” You winked. “You were the best I’ve ever had.”

“Really? Even compared to Nancy?”

You nod, “I know. That surprises me, too. Sex with girls is usually better but you’re definitely the exception. You’re very aware of a woman’s pleasure, papi. Makes me proud that the man I love is a fucking sex god. If I weren’t so tired, I’d go for another round.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty spent.” Jonathan exhausts.

“I would’ve loves to see the looks on Nancy and Robin’s faces if they’d caught us.”

“What if it isn’t worth it anymore? We could just leave. Maybe even forget about her.”

“But what about revenge?”

“Do you really care? We’ve got each other now. Whatever this is between us,” He laughs softly. “If I can give my world for you, I’m sure you can let go of this grudge.”

“You’re giving up that shitty incel community for me? Even though I gave you what you wanted?”

“Yeah. I don’t know what love is yet but I’d like to know. With you. I don’t want you to love someone who hurts you. So I will gladly be better for you. You don’t need to put yourself through that anymore.”

You felt tears well up in your eyes. You were so used to falling for people you knew were bad for you. Who couldn’t love you the way you loved them? You thought that’s what love meant for you. When you felt like Jonathan hated you, it fueled your love. When Nancy cheated on you, all you could do was stay.

“I don’t know if I can be normal or good. I don’t let go easily.”

“I’m not sure how to be good either. And you don’t have to let go just yet. We can take it a day at a time. We can leave before this gets too far. I think having sex in our ex’s bed is pretty devious,” He pokes at your side, playfully. “Let’s get out of here. You and me…we can start over. You can learn to love me for real and I, learn to love you. And we wouldn’t have to be perfect. We already know we’re both fucked up.”

You smiled, warmly at him and he does, too. “I’d like to start over.”

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The two of you dressed in content silence until that it was shattered by a high-pitched squeal. It looks like it was too late to bail now.

You and Jonathan walk hand and hand down the stairs, a smug look on your face. Nancy looking up at you with anger and Robin, a surprised look.

“Hey, Nance! Love what you did with the place. It’s so you. Trashy and broken in.” You say, sarcastically.

“What the fuck are you two doing here?”

“Well, me and Jonathan decided to spice up our sex life. So, I said ‘let’s fuck in our ex’s bedroom’. To my surprise, my best friend lives here, too. It couldn’t get any better than this. I came so hard thinking about it.”

“Y-you two are fucking?” She growls. “You’re fucking with me, right?”

“Nope. We definitely just fucked in your bed. It was mind-blowing. You really missed out on Johnny boy. He’s got great dick. Oh, well lucky me,” You shrugged then cocked your head to the side. “Hello, Robin.”

“Y/N…” She says, stunned.

“Didn’t think you’d see me here, huh,” You walked towards them, looking them up and down. “I actually came here to make you suffer but from the looks on your faces, I think you’ve suffered enough. I’m trying this new ‘being good’ thing so I’ll extend my mercy.“

Nancy scowl morphs into a smirk. “Oh, you. How long are we going to play this little game of yours?” She plays with a strand of your hair. “You should be thanking me. I make your life so much more exciting. You can’t get over me even after a year.”

“Because you always find a way to slither back in. You fuck up everyone you touch. You probably fucked up Robin.”

“Joke’s on you. I’m already fucked up.” Robin comments.

“I’m the ‘big bad’ bitch because I wanted to discover myself. I didn’t take you as someone so closed-minded, my love,” Nancy says to you then directs her attention to Jonathan. “Hey, long time no see, lover boy. You miss me, too.”

She reaches up a hand to touch his face, you quickly catch her hand, gripping it tightly. “Don’t touch my man.”

“Oh, he’s your man now. We’ll let him answer for himself. I know you still think about me, Jon—”

“I don’t,” He says cutting her down a notch. “In fact, I haven’t thought about you since we broke up actually. And you know what, I won’t credit you for how I turned out because that would only give you the satisfaction you don’t deserve.”

“Hear that, Nance. Jonathan just called you basic bitch.” You smirked.

“Get the fuck out of my house.” Nancy seethes, clearly this stuck a chord with her. She always pride herself for someone to shake the lives of everyone she encountered.

“We’ll gladly leave,” You bumped passed her shoulder on the way to the door. You turned to look back at them and using your innocence persona. “Oh and one thing, Robin…I’m really glad you found someone who’ll hide you from the world just like she did with all the girls she’s liked. Home wreckers usually lurk in the shadows so I guess you’ll be right at home. Have a great day.”

You smiled your infamously sweet smile, grabbing Jonathan’s hand and left without looking back. For the first time, you felt like maybe you could actually move on from your obsessions.

You hear a scream from the house and Jonathan turned to look at you, seeing a smirk on your face.

“What’d you do?”

“I may have broken a few things in her room while you were busy getting dressed.”

He shakes his head, smiling. “I think I love you already.”

Siempre estoy en la cima = I’m always top.

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spicysix · 9 months

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once again being haunted by an idea for a fic that would interest to no one but myself.....

#jonathan byers x reader smut #< just gonna leave that here......for no reason at all.....#lui rambles

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thursdaygxrls · 9 months

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masterlists!

ꕥ harry potter

ꕥ stranger things

ꕥ marvel

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vampaiaz · 2 years

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jonathan being the very first person you get high with and his fingers grip your cheek, turning you to his lips and he blows the smoke into your own.

“is it good?” he cooes, looking at your dazed out face, his fingers still holding onto you.

“yeah…” you softly say and he laughs, you lick your lips and remove his hand from your face, “do it again, actually, do more.. please.” you desperately beg as you crawl over to sit on his lap.

“yeah? just say what you want me to do and i’ll gladly give it to you, baby.”

SHOTGUN KISSES WITH JONATHANNEHYDHWHR got me giggling and kicking my feet

#stranger things #stranger things smut #jonathan byers #jonathan byers smut #jonathan byers x reader smut

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swtki · 2 years

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no thoughts just,,, Small dick Jonathan

pls reblog if you like !!

NSFW Below

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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hellfirexclub · 2 years

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Steve, Billy, Eddie and Jonathan's reaction to accidentally seeing you naked

a/n: This is a little blurb of how each boy would react to accidentally walking in on you naked, all of them are smutty scenarios ofc

Steve:

Steve hums to himself as he arrives at your house, pushing the door open since he knows you always leave it unlocked for him.

“Yo, y/n, I’m here” he calls out, throwing his work vest down like he owns the place and strolling into your kitchen. He waits for your response but doesn’t hear anything back, shrugging as he opens your cupboards to raid some snacks to munch. Steve grabs a bag crisps, patting them joyfully before opening them up. He strolls over to your room with the crisps in arms, assuming you had your headphones on or something and hadn’t heard him. Mouth full of crisps, Steve opens your door with a smile, before his face drops and a crisp falls out of his mouth as he sees you standing fully naked before him.

“Woah.” He says breathlessly, before remembering himself and screwing his eyes shut, waving his hands in the air as he turns around. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry” he says frantically, biting his lip and bringing his fist to his mouth as he prays you don’t shout at him for his initial reaction. You were blushing profusely as your hands still hovered over your intimates, brain running wild at his reaction.

“It’s okay Steve” you assure him with a soft laugh, chewing on your lip as you look on his back and consider saying something risky. The tension in the room was palpable and you both felt like you were choking in it, breathing heavily as the silence settles.

“I’ll uh, I’ll let you get changed” Steve says slowly, beginning to shuffle out of your room. This was it, the perfect moment to end years of mutual pining.

“Steve” You call out to him, voice wavering from your nerves. He stops dead in his tracks, foot pointed in front of him as he turns his head slightly to the side to acknowledge he was listening. “Don’t leave” You whisper breathlessly, biting your lip hard as you wait to see his response. Steve stayed completely still for a couple more moments, only the sound of his heavy breathing letting you know he was still with you. Slowly Steve turns on his feet to look at you, and you see his wide eyes and pink cheeks, completely taken back by your words. He parts his gorgeous lips to say something, but he can’t form any words while you’re standing there naked, looking like the hottest girl he’s ever seen. Steve tries to keep his eyes trained on your face and not drift down to your body, feeling himself grow hard at the longing look on your features.

“You… want me to stay?” He asks slowly, gulping as you pout at him and nod your head with big eyes. Steve couldn’t believe this was happening considering the amount of nights he spent thinking about being like this with you. Literally this exact scenario is straight out of one of the fantasies he gets himself off to when you’re not there. Steve walks towards you slowly, curiously, before he stops in front of you and looks into your eyes for permission to continue. You reach out to him, grabbing his hands and placing them on your bare hips, to which Steve lets out a breathy ‘oh’, eyes clouding over. You look so beautiful staring up at him, your eyes drifting to his lips, letting Steve know you want this as bad as he does. He crashes his lips against yours, heart fluttering as you kiss him back gently. His fingers squeeze your hips as his kisses get more desperate, and he groans into your mouth when you wrap your hands around his neck. His hands slip down your hips to your ass, breathing sharply through his nose and he squeezes the soft flesh. Steve walks you to the edge of the bed, letting your knees hit the back of it and falling on top of you as you gasp and pull away from his lips. He cages you beneath him, hunger in his eyes as he looks at you writhing beneath him.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen” He breathes, sincerity in his eyes as he tucks a stray hair behind your head. His hand comes to rest on your cheek as you turn away from his shyly, cheeks pink. “I mean it” he says gently, smiling at you warmly. You grab him by the shirt and crash your lips back on his, wrapping your legs around the brunettes hips and pulling him flush against you. Steve moans into your mouth as his straining erection presses against your core, losing his last tether to stay sane and beginning to grind against you frantically. You mewl into his mouth, tightening your grip on him as he pulls away to kiss down your neck.

“Please don’t tease me Steve, I need you to fuck me” you whine out desperately, hips bucking up into his. Yeah, Steve wasn’t going to make it through the night.

Billy:

Billy had always had habit of walking in at the wrong time. But he more so thought of it, particularly right now, as the exact right time. He’d been partnered with you for some stupid assignment that he didn’t want to do, but you gave him enough incentive to pretend to be interested. You were the quiet girl, someone Billy hadn’t even spoken to. But he’d noticed you, he’d been watching you for a while in fact. Sure he was fucking cheerleaders left and right, but he always still found himself drawn back to your beauty when he was sat in class with you. He loved a girl who didn’t seem to know just how fucking hot she is, made them much more fun to break. Billy had strolled into your apartment after finding the door ajar, smirking to himself at how such an innocent girl would just keep her door wide open. Very telling, he mused to himself as he strode towards what he assumed would be your room. He could’ve knocked, but Billy almost wanted to catch you in a precarious situation, get to give you a little scare. He was late anyways so it wasn’t like you weren’t expecting him. Billy swings your door open and leans against your doorframe, toothpick swirling along his lips. Through his smoulder he notices you weren’t actually in the room, pulling the shades off his eyes to get a better look. And that’s when the door to your ensuite opened and you walked out fully naked, jumping back with a shriek when you notice Billy standing there against your doorframe. Billy lets out quiet groan at the sight of you, his lips twisting into a smirk as he licks his lips while you frantically grab the nearest item of clothing to you.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you there princess” Billy coos, very indiscreetly looking you up and down as though he was going to eat you alive.

“Billy turn around!” You squeak as you hold the tiny top against your form, blushing up to your ears at his flirting, the way he had looked at you with those damn eyes. Your heart was about to beat out of your chest as he held up his hands and laughs coyly, slowly turning away from you.

“Nothing to be shy about baby, you’ve got a perfect little body” He grunts lowly, clearly very amused with himself at how you fell apart from his words. You bite your lip at his turned back, already turned on from his teasing. Billy was really hot, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t want to fuck him. You feel a surge of confidence, a desire to tease this man back in a way he probably hadn’t been, drive him crazy and see just how rough he could be. You bite your lip as you put down the top and sit down seductively at the edge of your bed, leaning back on your elbows to spread your legs slightly.

“Okay, you can look now” You say breathlessly, heart thumping wildly as Billy laughs and turns back around to you.

Now Billy didn’t often find himself speechless, but when he turned back around to see you sitting there on the edge of your bed, still naked and looking up at him with doe eyes, he was actually shocked into silence for a moment. He quickly gathered himself, chuckling darkly as he slowly shuts and locks your door behind him, stalking over to you on the bed.

“Well isn’t this just perfect, the good girl turns out to be a whore” He coos down at you, venom dripping from his words.

His lidded eyes fall on your tits, and then your cunt and he hums darkly in satisfaction, licking his lips at you once again. He reaches out to take your chin in his hand and forces you to look up at him, panting as you meet his strong gaze. God you were looking at him so fucking submissively, those baby eyes and your lips pouted like a slut, almost asking him to ruin you. Billy was sure you were going to kill him before this night was over, and his cock strained in his tight jeans as his mind hazed over at the thought of pounding you into your mattress.

“Do you know what you’re asking for baby girl?” He snarls at you in warning, fingers digging into your cheeks as he looks down at you dangerously. You look up at him innocently and nod your head, making Billy chuckle darkly again, removing his hand from your chin only to pick you up and throw you further up the bed onto your back, already working his shirt off as you gasp and squirm where you landed. He looks at you like a man starved, and this is when you know that you’re in trouble.

“Good” he says lowly, throwing his pants onto the floor before crawling on top of you and pinning your hands above your head with one of his big hands. “You asked for it princess.”

Eddie:

Eddie bops his head as he walks up to your apartment, airguitaring along to the song he was blaring through his walkman. He raps on your door, rings catching the wood melodically, putting his headphones around his neck as he listens out for you. When you don’t answer, he knocks again harder, making the door swing open under the weight of his hand. He strolls on in, calling out your name and looking around for you in the immediate area. He can hear some music coming from your room and a smirk plays on his lips as he decides to go scare you. He creeps up to your room, trying to hold in his laughs as he slams the door open with a shout. You shriek back, hands flying to cover your modesty as Eddie stands with his jaw hanging open in your doorway. His eyes were wide as saucers as he looks you up and down, processing the fact that you were literally standing naked before him. He goes red up to his ears and quickly turns around, shielding his eyes with his shaky hands.

“Holy shit, I didn’t mean to-I’m so sorry” He manages to croak out, suddenly feeling very hot in his vest and jacket. Eddie’s heart was hammering in his chest, in complete awe of what he’d just seen.

“Don’t worry about it Eds” you tell him reassuringly, placing a hand gently on his back and making his chest tighten at the contact. You were naked… and touching him. Eddie’s brain can’t compute and now he’s a stuttering mess, apologising again and fidgeting with his fingers while you assure him it’s all good. His mind replays those few moments he got to look at you properly, biting his lips to suppress his laboured breathing. God you had the most perfect tits he’d ever seen. Eddie swallows, trying to push these thoughts to the back of his mind and ignore his cock hardening in his pants. Silence settles over the room, safe for Eddie’s panting, and you clench your fists as you stare at his gorgeous back, willing yourself to be brave and just fucking flirt with him. He’d seen you naked now, there wasn’t a more opportune moment than that.

“Eddie” you say quietly, chewing your lip as he hums in response, not daring to turn around until you told him he could. “You can turn around now” You breathe out, heart beating wildly in your chest. Eddie sighs in relief and turns around to face you, but is left shell shocked when he sees you’re still naked. And that you’re looking at him with the most sexy eyes, biting your lip as you slowly move your hands from covering your breasts and you cunt. Eddie’s eyes roll to the back of his head and he almost cums then and there in his pants, groaning loudly at you exposing yourself to him.

“Holy fucking shit. Oh my god” Eddie mutters breathlessly to himself, unable to form a proper sentence as his eyes rake over your body. He looks up at you with doe eyes, desperation and hunger mixed on his features. You bite your lip and sit on the edge of your bed, motioning with your finger for him to come closer to you. “Fuck, how is this happening” he asks himself in disbelief, shakily walking over to tower over you. Eddie gasps when you grab his hellfire t shirt, pulling him so that his face was mere inches away from yours, knees going weak as he feels your breath fanning his lips.

“Please kiss me” you beg softly, and Eddie wastes no time in crashing his lips onto yours, making you melt into his touch. He moans into your mouth as you deepen the kiss and pull him down on top of you, his hands shakily finding your waist and holding you tightly. Eddie is painfully hard in his pants now and you can feel it against your thigh, pressing your leg harder against him to give him some friction. Eddie throws his head back with a choked groan at the contact, grinding himself against your leg as his hands find and squeeze your breasts.

“You’re beautiful. You’re so beautiful” He murmurs as he kisses along your neck and collarbones, fingers digging into your soft hips as he continues dry humping you as though his life depended on it. You wrap your legs around him to pull him against your bare cunt, groaning low as he hears your slickness. He brings a finger between your legs, flicking your clit teasingly before trailing down your soaked slit.

“Jesus fuck, you’re so wet” He breathes, licking his dry lips as his fingers slip up and down your core.

“It’s all because of you, big boy” You coo, looking up at him through your eyelashes. Your teasing officially makes Eddie snap, and he growls as crashes his lips back onto yours desperately and starts to undo his pants, throwing them off to the side. His clothed cock presses back up against you and your eyes roll back as you feel how big he is, Eddie caging your head between his arms.

“Let me show you my appreciation than baby.”

Jonathan:

Poor Jonathan had just come over to show you the new pictures he’d just developed. Jonathan had adored you from a comfortable distance for years, never letting on to his feelings because in his eyes you would never like him back. An affinity he got once he started getting into photography, was taking pictures of you. Naturally, you became his muse and you loved and supported his hobby, always thrilled to see the lovely candids he has of you, oblivious to their meaning. He let out a breath as he knocked on your door. only to have it swing open, peeking in to see if you were there. He noticed you weren’t in sight, so he coughed he stepped through the door.

“I’m coming in” he says loudly, wary of accidentally scaring you. As he walks in he can hear some music coming from your room, your cute voice singing along to the words. Jonathan smiles to himself as he walks down the hall towards your room, ready to bust in and start singing along with you. What he doesn’t expect is to open the door and see you completely naked before him, dancing around your room for a moment more until you notice his presence. Jonathans cheeks were scarlet, his mouth opening and closing like a fish as he looks over you, before remembering himself and turning around abruptly.

“I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise you were-” Jonathan squeaks out, his hand running through his hair nervously as he stammers more apologies. He wanted to actually feel sorry, but his mind had already burned the image of you into his head. You were a literal goddess, how could he help himself now? He only wished he could get a picture of this. His cock strained in his pants as he heard your twinkly laugh behind him, unable to keep the image from his mind.

“Don’t worry Jonathan, you couldn’t have known” you coo out to him, sensing his tension and laughing softly again to try and ease him, “It’ll only brings us closer, huh?” You joke to calm him down. Jonathans hands clasp by his sides, fists clenched as he mutters an affirmative hum in response, his mind absolutely reeling. What the fuck was he going to do, he couldn’t very well turn around and have his erection blatantly showing through his trousers from his best friends fucking body. Jonathan tries to discretely hold the photos over his bulge, praying it covers it up well enough. “Okay I’ve got some clothes on now” you call out to him, and Jonathan lets out the breath he has been holding as he turns back around. He squeaks quietly when he sees the ‘clothes’ are just your bra and panties, looking away to the side quickly before his wide eyes drift back to you as you hum and walk about your room casually. Were you trying to kill him? Jonathans knees felt weak and he was embarrassed by how heavily he was breathing, praying in his head that you didn’t notice it. When you look over at him and smirk, he smiles back nervously and quickly averts his eyes to the ground to try and be respectful to you. You sigh in amusement at how gentlemanly he was, shaking your head that he’s literally just seen you naked and still won’t make a move. You were happy to take that step for him.

“Do you like what you see Jonny?” You coo to him, the smirk still playing on your lips while you bite them and look at him. The blood drains from Jonathans face, and he shuffles in place, looking up at you wide eyed. He stammers, unsure of what to say, of if you knew he was hard and were going to call him a sick pervert for getting a boner because of his best friend. But instead you walk closer to him, and his heart races as you tilt his face to look at you, gaining some comfort from your warm, loving eyes staring back at him. He nods gently, chewing his lip nervously at his admission, worried he was about to ruin things with you.

“Do you want to touch me?” You ask him breathlessly. Jonathan can’t help the whimper that slips past his lips at your words, breathing sharply out of his nose. He’d dreamt of this countless times, and he could not believe he was actually hearing you ask it. His face burns as he nods his head again, looking at you desperately as you take one of his hands and place it on your breast, Jonathan’s knees buckling as you let out a moan from the contact. He looks like he’s about to faint as he gently squeezes them, unsure of himself. You moan and that makes his heart skip a beat, wanting to drown in your pretty sounds. Then you’re reaching your hands around your back and unclipping your bra, and Jonathan whimpers as you let the fabric fall from your body, hands hovering over your naked breasts. You bite your lips and urge him to touch you, and he obliges with a broken whisper of your name, cock throbbing in his pants as he touches you. Jonathan is in pure bliss, mind numb to anything but you as you gently press your lips against his and kiss him slowly. He follows your lead, gasping into your mouth when your hands come to rest over his on your breasts and make him squeeze them harder. God you’re gunna be the end of him.

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