#jonathan byers x fem reader

[pinkolve]

Jonathan Byers- Polaroids

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Summary: You save Jonathan from Steve��s torment, forcing some awkward secrets to arise. Alternative: What happens when you find out Jonathan’s dirtiest secret?

Genre: Fluff, smut, kind of angst if you squint

CW: Second person point of view, use of y/n, Plus size!Reader, fem!Reader, Carol calls reader a ‘fatass’, reader doesn’t consider Jon’s spying on Nancy to be ‘creepy’, reader is kind of a perv, dirty polaroids, mentions of masturbat!on, reader’s age is not specifically stated, but she is old enough to drive, swearing, lots of swearing, reader threatens Carol, Nancy plays zero part even though she does in this same scene in the show, reader is implied to be an artist, art form is not disclosed, awkwardness, cringy writing, smut, smut, smutty smut, reader may not resonate with a lot of people, keep this in mind when you read, poor descriptions of sex, reader doesn’t wear a bra, Jon calls reader ‘sweetheart’ like…once, unprotected sex, creamp!e, p in v, reader is Dustin’s sister, reader and Jonathan get interrupted by Dustin, inaccurate timeline events, reader and Jonathan are interrupted because of a loose demogorgon, I think that’s it!!!

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: Say hello to my longest fic yet!!! Please have mercy on me, this is only my second time writing smut. There isn’t nearly enough Jonathan fics, so I took it upon myself to write one. Enjoy, fellow Jonathan lovers!!

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You're walking from the school, towards the parking lot when you see five figures, standing near a car you also recognize. The closer you get, the clearer their faces get. Tommy, his bitchy girlfriend, Carol, and Steve fucking Harrington. You groan to yourself, forced to walk past them to get to your car. You watch Steve rip up some papers and throw them to the ground, you look to see whose they were and find…Jonathan? Steve reaches out and grabs his camera just as you get close enough. 

“Hey!” you yell, and run the rest of the way. You push yourself in front of him, next to Jonathan. “What’s going on?” You ask Steve.

“Nothing, just keep moving.” He responds simply, not daring to tear his eyes away from Jon. You scowl and look over at him, his eyes meet yours and they’re filled with nothing but terror. 

“Jon?” you ask softly. It’s a silent question, one he knows by heart. “Are you okay?” He widens his eyes slightly, a silent answer. “Help.” You turn back to Steve and take a step closer. “Give me the camera.” You demand, your voice steady and angry. He pulls his hand up out of your reach. 

“Why? Are you gonna give it back to him so he can take more pervy pictures?” Steve growls. Your eyebrows furrow as you turn to Jonathan. It’s written all over his face, the whole situation is a misunderstanding. You know Jon, and he isn’t a perv. 

“Just give me the fucking camera dickhead.” You growl back, looking at Steve again. 

“No. Why are you even trying to help this freak?!” Steve scoffs. 

“You better watch what the fuck you say next, Harrington.” You point at him. 

“Or what?” He seethes. You quickly grab his wrist and pull his hand down, then bring your knee up and shove it harshly into his crotch. He yelps and lets go of the camera. You snatch it into your grasp and pull away from Steve completely. He’s hunched over in pain, Tommy goes over to check on him. His girlfriend walks up to you and reaches for the camera, but you pull it back.

“Give us the fucking camera, fatass! You don’t even know what’s going on, so leave it alone.” Carol hisses.

“I suggest you back the fuck up,” you take a step closer, looming over her. “Before I bash your fucking head in with it.” You raise the camera up in your hand and wave it around. She backs up and over to Tommy, muttering something crude. 

You turn back to Jonathan and push the camera into his hands. You put your hand over his bicep and lead him towards your own car, since Steve’s entourage is surrounding his. 

“Come on, we’re taking my car.” You whisper. You glance behind yourself one more time, spotting Nancy. I hadn’t even noticed her before.

Jonathan gets in the passenger side, shutting his door. You start up the car and pull out of the parking lot, and onto the road. There’s a couple minutes of silence before he speaks. 

“They were pictures of Nancy.” He whispers.

“What?” You ask.

“The photos he ripped up, the reason he was angry…They were pictures of Nancy.” 

“Suggestive pictures?” Jonathan winces before responding.

“Yeah.” He turns to look out the car window. 

“He shouldn’t have assumed.” You mumble.

“Huh?” He turns back to face you. You look over at him before looking back at the road. 

“The pictures. He shouldn’t have assumed you were being gross. I mean…I understand why he did, most guys are like that. But he should have asked, or something before being a dick. If he had, based on your body language, and overall behavior, he would have known you didn’t take them for dirty reasons. He shouldn’t have just assumed.” 

“I guess.” Is all Jonathan responds with, turning to look out the window again. 

“Jonny.” You scold. “You need to start giving yourself more credit. You   aren’t that kind of guy, and if any of those fucking assholes even attempted to get to know you, they’d realize that.” You shake your head to yourself. “You take photos of all kinds of beautiful things, Nancy included.” You cringe a little, feeling jealousy bubble up. You shove it down. “The female body, or any human body, is beautiful. It’s fascinating, and you see that fascination. But since everyone sexualizes female anatomy, they assume any photo or artwork done of it, is for a gross reason. Especially assholes who wouldn’t understand true art even if it bit them in the dick.” Jonathan chuckles a little and looks down at his hands. 

“Thanks.” 

“Anytime.” You smile. 

“So…You don’t think I’m a perv? For taking those pictures?” He’s rubbing his fingers, he’s still anxious about something.

“No, not in the slightest. I actually understand your art, and your vision. Why do you ask?” You look over at him again, trying to meet his gaze. When he doesn’t look back, you stare at the road again. 

“Because…I’ve taken some other pictures.” His voice gets quieter. 

“Of who?” You ask, unsuspecting. 

“You.” You step on the breaks and the car screeches to a halt, pushing both of you forward. Jonathan finally looks at you with wide eyes. “Why’d you do tha-”

“You’ve taken pictures of me?” You cut him off. 

“Yeah.” 

“How many?” 

“I-I don’t know.” He looks away.

“Jonny.” You place your hand over his thigh, making him look back. “Answer the question.” 

“Hundreds.” He whispers. 

“I want to see them.” He looks in your eyes, seriously wondering if you're joking. You're not. 

“What?”

“I want to see them.” You say slower. He shakes his head to himself.

“Are you sure?”

“Jonathan, I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t.” He shakes his head again and slowly reaches into his messenger bag. He digs for a short while before pulling out a small velvet pouch. He wordlessly hands it to you. You take it and open it slowly, moving your body to face him more. You pull out a heavy stack of polaroids. “I thought you didn’t shoot polaroid?” He nods.

“I usually don’t.” 

“So why did you for these?” You hold up the stack, still not looking at any of the pictures. 

“I’d rather not…Answer that.” He swallows. You roll your eyes and finally look down at the pictures. There’s a large variety of them, different angles, different shots. There are a lot of you laughing, and smiling. Some of you studying, your teeth biting into your bottom lip, a close-up of your mouth gnawing into one of your pens. Then you flip to the next one…You're lying in bed, the blankets torn away from you. Your large t-shirt had ridden up, showing your tiny, heart patterned panties. It must have been from one of your many sleepovers. You keep flipping through, finding more pictures like that one, just from different angles and different nights. 

The last one in the pile is of you, in the middle of getting undressed. Your shirt is half pulled over your head, the picture taken before you had fully taken it off. You bite back a smile, and look back up at Jon. 

“Jonathan?” You ask, his eyes are shut tight. He flinches a little at the sudden sound of your voice. 

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure…”

“You have to be honest.” He sighs.

“Okay.” You go quiet for a second, looking back down at the photo. 

“Do you touch yourself to these?” You don’t look up, still staring at the pictures. You know what the answer probably is, but you're still afraid you've read the signs wrong. You hear his breath hitch, before he squeaks out a response. 

“Yeah.” You bite your bottom lip, rubbing over the picture with your fingers. “I’m really sorry…I didn’t want you to find out, I know it’s weird and I know I shouldn’t have taken them. You just looked so beautiful, and I didn’t-” 

“Jon.” You call out, making him stop his rambling. He looks over at you. You hand the stack back to him and turn to your backseat, pulling your own messenger bag from it. You open one of the pocket flaps and start digging through it. 

“Y/n?” He asks, obviously confused. 

“Hold on.” You say simply, finally finding what you needed and pulling it out. A small piece of fabric wrapped around your own stack of photos. You exhale softly before handing it to him. 

“What is this?”

“Just look.” He looks away from you and pulls away the fabric, finding your own collection of polaroids. They’re all of him. You hadn’t taken nearly as many, but you were never much of a photographer, you showed your art in different ways. 

He flips through them slowly. The first few are innocent, like his. Pictures of him hunched over a book, lying in your bed staring at the TV. One or two of him smiling, since it was such a rare occurrence lately. And then the dirtier ones…

There were several of him taken in summer, while you were at the pool. His bathing suit had ridden down, showing his v-line and light happy trail. The water dripping down from his hair. Another one, similar to that, but after he had turned around. The muscles of his back in full view. The next ones were the same as the ones he’d taken of you. The blankets had shifted, his smooth stomach and biceps shown perfectly. The moonlight hit him so deliciously. 

Jonathan was quiet for a moment as he stared at the last picture. 

“I touch myself to your pictures too.” You whisper. He looks up at you quickly. 

“Seriously?” His eyes are practically sparkling. 

“Yeah, seriously.” You huff out a laugh. He looks back at the pile of pictures. 

“What…Do we do now?” The question was ambiguous, but you knew exactly what he meant. You realize you don’t even have an answer. You grab your pictures from him, flipping the fabric over them and shoving them back in your bag. You throw it to the backseat again, and start up the car. “What are you   doing?” He asks, as he wraps up his own photos, and shoves them in his bag. You start driving without a word, making your way to your own house. “Y/n?”

“Just be quiet for the rest of the drive, please.” You beg, your breathing getting heavy. Jonathan only nods, looking back down at his hands in his lap. You think as you drive, think about this whole situation, about your feelings.

I’ve been in love with Jonathan Byers since I met him. I’ve wanted him since I met him. So what is there to even think about? He clearly wants me. But what if he doesn’t? What if somehow I’m still reading this all wrong? What if he likes the idea of being with me, but not of actually being with me? Your thoughts come to a halt as you pull up to your house. You stop the car near the edge of the curb, and shut it off. You snatch your bag back and pull it over your shoulder as you get out of the car, Jonathan follows you like a lost puppy. 

“Y/n? What are we doing here?” You both walk up to the house and you quickly unlock the door, pushing it open and letting Jon inside. You push it closed and lock it behind you, then turn to face him, locking eyes. “Y/n?” He asks softly. Fuck it. You throw your keys on the counter beside you and pull Jonathan’s face into yours, pushing your lips together. He kisses back but then pulls away. “What are we doing?”

“I’ve liked you since the first time I fucking saw you. I don’t know if you   have, or if you even like me at all. But if you want me just as much as I want you, then you’re gonna come to my bedroom and fuck me into the mattress.” You  don’t have time to say anything else, or even ask if that’s what he wants, because he kisses you again. He moves his lips against yours, like a dance. You  pull away from the front door and turn around, so you can back up towards your bedroom. You don’t dare break the kiss. 

He swipes his tongue across your bottom lip just as you reach your bedroom door. You push it open with your hip and shove your own tongue against his, twirling it around and mixing your saliva. It should be gross, how wet and slobbery it feels, but all you can think about is how you want more. Jonathan pushes the door shut with his foot, then pushes you onto your bed and pulls your lips apart. You whine at the loss and he crawls on top of you, caging you in with his tall frame. 

He pushes your lips together again as his hands push up your shirt, feeling your soft, plush skin. Jonathan reaches up and covers one of your breasts with his palm, moaning into your mouth at the realization that you're not wearing a bra. You whine, grabbing his wrist and arching into his touch. He pulls away quickly, tearing off his shoes and then his shirt. You copy his actions, and when he looks back down at you, your breasts are on full display. He groans, leaning down and wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. You moan softly, as he swipes his tongue across it. He switches to the other one while he starts to pull down your pants and underwear. He pauses but continues soon after, when you  make no protest to his actions. He throws them both on your floor and pulls away from your chest to pull down his own. 

You watch intently, forcing yourself to ignore how exposed you feel. His dick hits his stomach with a lewd smack when he pulls his underwear down. He throws his own clothes on the floor and leans down to kiss you again. You're so focused on his tongue in your mouth, you don’t even notice his hand moving down to touch you. You moan at the sudden feeling of his middle finger, running through your folds. You pull away from the kiss to whine. 

“You’re so wet.” He groans, looking down at his hand. 

“Not my fault You’re so…Fucking hot.” You squeal as he starts to push his finger inside of you. 

“I could say the same thing about you.” He sighs. You grip tightly onto his shoulder, digging your nails into his skin. 

“Jonathan.” You beg. 

“Hm?” He hums against your neck, licking a stripe up to your ear. 

“N-need you inside me.” He pulls away to look in your eyes, his hand stilling against you. 

“You sure?” 

“Never been so sure about anything in my life.” He nods and pecks your lips lightly, pulling his hand from you. You groan at the loss, and watch him as he licks his finger clean. “Shit.” You whimper. 

“Do you have…?” He trails off and you shake your head. 

“I’m clean, and on birth control…If you...?” You trail off too. His eyes widen at your words, processing what you’ve just said. 

“Yeah. Sure, yeah.” He responds, far too eagerly. You nod, insisting he continue. He looks down, grabbing hold of himself before looking back up. 

“Please, Jon.” You cry out. He shushes you softly.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to beg.” He pushes your hair from your face, looking back down as he guides himself to your entrance. You keep your gaze on his face, too nervous to watch as he slides himself inside of you. He moves his hand to your side as his tip pushes through your hole. You bite your lips, holding in any noises you want to make. He pushes in a little bit more before you stop him, pushing your palm against his stomach. 

“Just…Hold on, please.” Your voice cracks. 

“As long as you need.” He whispers, kissing your temple. He buries his head into your neck, inhaling lightly. You let yourself relax, opening yourself up for him. You move your hand to his shoulder, tapping it twice.

“You can move.” Your voice is quiet and nervous. He pecks your neck once before pulling away to look at where you both connect. He pushes in the rest of the way, not too quickly, but not slowly either. You cry out as he hits that one particular spot deep inside you. He tries to hold it back, but ends up letting out a low groan. 

“You feel so fucking good.” He sighs, pulling out of you halfway, before shoving himself back in. 

“You do too.” You hum, swallowing all of your noises. You don’t want to be loud, but Jonathan is determined to turn you into a screaming mess. After a few rolls of his hips, he starts moving faster. He pushes in and out of you with calculated thrusts. “Jonathan!” Your voice gets louder, whimpering more and more. He pushes your legs up into your chest, pinning them against you with his entire body. He thrusts into you deeper, and harder, making you cry out. 

“Fuck!” You scream.

“There you go.” He smirks, kissing down your neck. He continues his same pace, loving the sounds you’re making. 

“Jon! I’m s-so close…” You cut yourself off with another loud scream. 

“I’ve got you…Let go, sweetheart.” He lets out a moan of his own, nearing his own orgasm. You dig your nails into his arms, screaming like a wounded animal as you cum. You see nothing but white, stars dancing along the edges of your vision. Your body goes limp as you start to come down from your high, but still holding onto Jonathan’s arm like a lifeline. “Where…Where do you…” He lets out a low growl.

“Inside, please.” You cry, squeezing his arms. “Please, cum inside me.” He doesn’t have time to protest as he stills against you. Your words send him over the edge as he shoots his spend deep inside you. He heaves out heavy breaths as he comes down from his own high, pushing your foreheads together. You can feel his breath against your lips. His cum slowly leaks from you, falling onto the sheets and coating Jonathan’s cock. He leans in to kiss you, softer this time, saying all the things he can’t with words. 

“Y/n/n?! Are you home?! I saw your car outside!” Dustin’s voice rings out from the living room, his footsteps muffled against the carpet. You and Jonathan pull away from each other quickly, he jumps up from your bed to quickly lock the door. 

“Shit! He wasn’t supposed to be home for another two hours!” Jonathan turns to face you again, catching his clothes as you throw them to him. You pull your panties up, wincing at the wet feeling of Jonathan’s cum pushing against them. You ignore it and pull your pants on. 

“Y/n?” The door knob rattles, making Jonathan jump away from it. He stares at the door then at you. 

“Hold on, Dustin!” You yell, throwing your t-shirt over your head. You quickly walk towards the door, pushing Jonathan’s chest so he’s standing right beside it. You pull open the door and find a very disheveled Dustin. 

“You remember that thing I was telling you about yesterday?” He asks quickly. 

“The thing about the demogorgons?” Your eyes squint as you furrow your brows. “What about it?” 

“One’s kind of…On the loose, and we need all the help we can get. And since you’re so good with guns, I thought-” Jonathan quickly pushes you to the side, and pulls the door open more, looking at the curly-haired boy. 

“There’s a demogorgon out there?” He asks, panicked. “Where’s Will? Is he okay?” Dustin looks between you and Jonathan with a confused expression. You cover your eyes with one hand, thoroughly embarrassed. 

“What…What are you doing here?” Dustin asks. 

“Where is Will?” Jonathan asks again, but it sounds more like begging. 

“He’s back at his house with Mike and Lucus.” Dustin looks at you again and your red cheeks and his eyes widen with realization. “Were you two just-” Jonathan pushes past him and into the hallway, reaching his hand back to grab onto your arm and pull you with him. 

“We need to get over there right now.” He says. You pull your arm from his grasp and turn back towards your room. 

“Hold on.” You run back and grab your pistol from the drawer of your end table. “Come on, Dusty.” You pull on his wrist and he starts following you to the front door. Jonathan waves your car keys in his hand. 

“Are we going?” You snatch the keys from him and throw open the door. 

“Let’s go kill a fucking demogorgon.” The door slams shut behind the three of you. 

[trashmouth-richie]

jonathan byers, this pining, longing smut is for you @keeryhours i’ve never written for jonathan before so i hope this is what you were looking for!

It had been months, nearly a year, of being away from him. But today you were coming home. Home to Hawkins, Indiana. Home to your parents and the familiarity of the trees and the woods. Home to your friends and your silly summertime job at the post office. But most importantly, home to Jonathan Byers.

The two of you had gotten into different colleges, your dreams leading you out to the sandy beaches on the west coast and Jonathan’s… well he had dreams and ambitions, but he knew he could never fully leave his family, so trade school it was. 

What was left behind in the sweltering heat of August between the two of you went unsaid. There were promises to visit, plans to come home for Christmas but they all fell flat. Phone calls were getting more and more scarce, but it wasn’t as if you wanted it to happen this way, it just did. Now you were coming back for the summer time, freshman year under your belt and a heart beating way too fast for normal once your plane landed. 

Your parents were working when you landed so you dialed the familiar number you’ve known since you were a tween. Joyce answered promptly and told you she would be on her way, that your mom had already called to tell her that you needed a ride from the airport. 

But it wasn’t Joyce that pulled in. 

He was wearing coveralls that were stained with motor oil, a metallic burn radiated from him when he slid from the car and greeted you with a shy grin. The Jonathan Byers you left in Hawkins was not the same one standing in front of you. 

You’re engulfed before you can even say a word. Picking you up and squeezing you tight to his chest, you were at a loss of words and oxygen. God you missed him. 

“Thought my mom was joking when she said you were back!” he mumbled into your hair, “why didn’t you tell me?”

He sets you down and you finally get a good look at him. his hair was still a mess, his shoulders were a little more broad but the arms that held you were shaped with muscles you’d never seen before. 

“Honesty, I thought Joyce would have told you, I must have missed that it’sHalloween?”

“Huh?” he scoffs with an eyebrow raised.

You laugh and point to his outfit, to the grime under his nails, the sweat clinging to his neck, “I know I’ve been gone for a while but what happened to you?” 

Jonathan smiled bashfully, the cutest tinge of rose coloring his cheeks. “Trade school had an eight month accelerated program... I’m a mechanic now down at Munson’s.”

You felt so shitty that you didn’t know, your face pulling to confusion and then sadness. How could you two have drifted so far away from one another? How could last August seem like it was a different lifetime?

“Oh.” Was all you could manage before Jonathan grabbed your duffel bags and tossed them in the back seat. 

“Is this all you brought?” He questioned, eyeing your stuff and then you, “two bags?”

You nod and wipe at your nose, “didn’t bring a lot with me when I left, just clothes and the essentials, left the good stuff here at home.” 

The statement held more weight to it than the small words could, and you wondered if Jonathan understood what you were hinting at. Him. He was left here. 

“Alright,” he says, letting out a breath, “well let’s get you home.” 

Grabbing the door handle and yanking hard upwards so that the sticky latch would open, you laugh and slide into the leather passenger seat. “Can’t believe you’re working with Eddie Munson.” 

Jonathan starts his car and it purrs and idles like a kitten, no longer grinding gears and blowing smoke out of the hood like you remembered. 

“He’s a pretty alright guy… taught me a lot.” 

You’re not even sure you’re understanding what he’s saying at this point, you’re mostly just staring at the way his muscles are swelled beneath the tight fabric of his short sleeve coveralls. Did his hands get bigger? 

The shy Jonathan Byers you knew was now exuding a type of confidence you didn’t know he could possess. He drove with a single hand on the steering wheel, leaned back as if he was in a recliner. 

Jonathan had always been cute, he was never a pretty boy type. Girls never flung their panties at him while he sang on stage, and women didn’t cream their swimsuit bottoms when he took his position as the lifeguard on duty, and no girls were hoping to hook up with him after a high school basketball game. 

But now…. Jonathan was hot… sexy. The type of cool guy that wouldn’t be caught dead with you. When he cracked his window to light a cigarette you couldn’t handle it anymore. 

“You’re different,” you blurted swallowing dryly as he turned with a slow smirk on his lips, cigarette tucked between them.

“What? Good or bad?” 

“I mean just… I’ve never seen you dressed like this, I never took you for the mechanically inclined type.” 

“Mechanically inclined huh?” He says with a chuckle, “Trade school offered me some great opportunities, and it was actually kinda interesting. Things I should have learned from my dad, yknow? But I’m teaching Will some stuff too, it’s kinda cool. I like what I do.” 

“Well you must be good at it because,” you lean over the seat to look at the speedometer, “we’re going over sixty, and the car isn’t shaking.” 

You share a laugh and Jonathan tickles your sides, grinning like a fool when you squeal. His smile softens as he rests his hand close to your hip, but still in the safe zone of the leather seat. 

You drive in silence for a while. The Smiths playing low over the speakers, his cigarette burning bright with each inhale. 

“Well you look different too.” He finally says, rolling up the window and releasing the last plume of smoke through his nostrils. 

You feign offense and hide your warming cheeks behind your hand. “Different how?” you ask, putting him in the hot seat. 

“Your hair is longer… and you… I don’t know… you smell like the sun.” 

“The sun?” 

“Well like the beach I guess.” 

“And what does that smell like Jonathan?” 

“It…it smells like salt and suntan lotion, little bits of coconut… like when you lay out in the sun all day and fall asleep but you somehow don’t end up with a sunburn, and when you go inside your eyes can’t adjust right away.”

“Oh oka—”

“That’s just your skin,” he interrupts, “your hair has its own scent. Like warm vanilla but a sweet strawberry jam too… it’s… it's one of my favorite things, and I’ve missed it. Missed you.” 

Your heart was pumping fast and your cheeks were warm from his words. favorite thing… missed you.

“Jonathan… I—”

“This past year has been…rough. I keep playing our last talk over and over in my head the night before you left.” He stops at a stoplight the red light illuminating the now trackless windshield, “... what I didn’t say.” 

“It’s.. really we don’t have to do this.” The air between you is staticky, the sexual tension between you thick and warm.

Jonathan raises a finger to draw a lazy pattern on your thigh, and you both watch the heat from his skin electric may yours. He takes a deep breath before saying, “Hawkins doesn’t feel like home when you’re not here. I, I’ve never missed someone as much as I missed you.” 

The light turns green and Jonathan removes his hand from your thigh, cranking the wheel to turn on your street, but you grab his bicep to stop him.

“Don't bring me home yet.” You whisper, your voice nearly stuck in your throat, “Please.” 

Your eyes are heavy and so are his. And he forgets that his car is in drive, forgets that he’s in the middle of the road, because right here right now is what he’s been waiting for, nearly his whole life. 

Jonathan pulls you into him, his large hands holding your cheeks and mashing your mouth to his. A single gasp slips through as he mutters “oh shit,” before breaking away and easing the car into park on the street. 

Neither of you question where you are or whose around to see, let them for all you care. You try to slide onto Jonathan’s lap but he is climbing over the seats to get in the back, pulling you along with him in such a frenzied sort of way you will both have bruises from it. 

Jonathan claws his shirt off and then yours. And the new muscles he has don’t stop on his arms, his shoulders are rounded and his chest is solid, you have a hard time peeling your eyes away. 

 A guttural fuck falls from his lips and you smile as you strip off your bra. His fingers follow the intents from your bra on your ribs, feeling the soft skin and watching goosebumps rise by the stroke of his hands. His fingers work towards your collar bones, skidding along the thin gold necklace you were seldom seen without.

He lowers his mouth to your tits and you hold your breath as the warmth from his tongue glides along your nipples. You hum his name and he flicks his tongue, his eyes never leaving yours. “Like this, pretty girl?”

You toss your head back in satisfaction and Jonathan pulls you towards him, holding your lower back and your jaw in those impossibly big hands. His eyes searching yours desperately for what he knows to be true. 

“I’ve been waiting for you to come home to me, I don’t wanna spend another minute apart, there's no one else for me. It’s only you, it’s only ever been you.”

Tears well in your eyes as Jonathan wastes no time in laying you down on the back seat, kissing you slow and sweet, your fingers laced together above your heads and cramped against the door. 

The moans from your mouth are the prettiest sound he’s ever heard, as he works his tongue over your neck and cradles his hand behind your neck. The back of his car provides little room for what he really wants to do but you don’t mind. All you want is him. Here and now. 

The windows fog over all too quickly from your collection of moaning and his stuttering hips. His back is slicked with sweat and your hair is damp by your temples. 

It was better than you could have ever wanted it to be. Just the two of you surrounded by the wooded streets of Hawkins and the hideous pea colored seats. Jonathan smirks as he smokes a post sex cigarette and helps thread your panties up your legs. 

Munson was right. He thinks to himself, pulling you close to him and having you lay on his chest. This car wouldn’t have lasted a second without new suspension.

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[alwaysteveswife]

Hello can you do the prompt "you know we need to talk." "about?" "i don't know...last night, maybe?" With Jonathan Byers x Fem! Reader, in which Jonathan goes to Reader's house and asks her why she run away when they were kissing passionately at Steve's party and she just answers him that she doesn't want to make the same mistake because boys always use her and they don't want to have a relationship, so she quitted to falling in love and find a boyfriend.

a/n: Hi! Thanks for placing the request, I had a lot of fun doing it 😊. I made some modifications with the age (as the order indicated a past with couples, I thought it would be better to make the characters between 23-25) I hope that detail doesn't bother you 😣.

Ps.: I had some difficulties making it, the power went out and my computer was not available, anyway I tried to do the best I could, I hope you like it 🥲.

You knew that playing this stupid game was idiotic, but you never thought it would get to this level. You told yourself it would have been best to quit the game after Eddie almost knocked the wind out of his girlfriend, or when you had to watch Steve almost touch the crotch of your best friend -and his current girlfriend- in his turn.

Yeah, you definitely should have gone home after that, but here you were, taking that empty beer bottle and spinning it around, praying that you'd get anyone but Jonathan, you appreciated him too much to lose him over a stupid teenage game.

You crossed your fingers behind your back, watching the speed of its spinning slow down more and more, until it stopped completely, and shit, you could almost feel the bile coming back up your throat, would it be weird if you got up and ran away? Because you wanted to, no, you needed to get out of this one.

"Oh, this is going to get interesting" Eddie joked, clapping his hands animatedly.

"Shut the fuck up" snorted Jonathan. The alcohol had stained his cheeks pale pink, his hair was slightly messy and his shirt had the top buttons undone for a few minutes. He looked good, too good for your taste.

"Y/N, you don't need to if you don't want to" said your best friend, smiling suggestively at you. She knew very well your past and, much more importantly, how you were feeling lately together with Jonathan.

"She's right" You looked at Jonathan, who had softened his tone and his look after he had scolded Eddie.

An overly stupid idea struck you like a bolt of lightning, short but shocking. You rose from your post, ignoring the cheers of your old friends and settling into Jonathan's lap.

You preferred to ignore the fact that his hands rested shakily on your hips, that his cheeks-formerly pink-now glowed red. You pushed those nonsensical ideas out of your head, repeating to yourself that it would only be a kiss, one just like all the ones you've given before.

You cupped his cheeks and pulled him close to you, barely brushing his lips with yours. The kiss was sweet, at least it would seem so to someone who didn't know it was just a teenage game.

The rule - imposed, of course, by Eddie - was that the kiss had to last at least thirty seconds, to make the moment more fun, according to him. So, when you felt Jonathan relax a little under you, you gently rested the tip of your tongue on his lips, taking advantage of the moment when he gasped so you could go all the way in.

You weren't new at this, for God's sake, you were already 24, a kiss like this you'd had hundreds of times, but, for some reason, you felt it was different from the others. It didn't feel like those other times.

Even though it was a game, he took the trouble to caress your waist, to cup your face between his big hands and give you warmth and security and.... something more.

A pang in your chest accompanied by hundreds of memories of your past love made you pull away as fast as you could. The fear you hadn't felt for so long began to bloom, and he had noticed.

"Alright, who's next?" Robin said cheerfully, her words barely coming out of her mouth with coherence.

With your mind still fuzzy, you got up from the floor and shook out your hair, ignoring the trembling in your legs and hands. That kiss had left you feeling bad, too bad.

"Uhm, I... I think I'll go home, I don't feel so good" you said quietly, quickly stopping your friend when she tried to come after you. "Don't worry, I live nearby, I'll let you know when I get there."

You grabbed your bag and left the house as fast as your feet would allow, trying to stop the incessant pounding of your racing heart. You felt so silly.

When you opened your eyes the next day and realized the mess you had made the night before, you almost fell out of bed, almost. You ran to the bathroom and took the longest shower of your life. You needed to clear your mind and this was the best way for you.

You put on comfortable clothes and sat on the couch in your living room, you stared at a blank spot, hoping you could make an excuse for yesterday's kiss. Sticking your tongue in his mouth was not part of the game.

As you made your coffee - too much of it - a knock sounded at the door. You got up, grunting under your breath, and walked over to it. You peered through the peephole, almost screaming as you saw Jonathan's face on the other side.

"Shit, shit, shit" you groaned under your breath, rushing to close the curtains as quietly as possible. You spun around in circles, looking every 10 seconds at that door you had opened and closed so many times, the same door that, if you touched it now, would ruin your life next to one of your best friends.

"Y/N, I know you're in there, can you open it for me?" Jonathan said, raising his voice so you could hear him perfectly.

"God, shit" you growled, pulling open the curtains again and opening the door, "Jonathan, what are you doing here?" you said with an uncomfortable smile.

"May I come in? I don't think it's appropriate to talk in the middle of the hallway" he said quietly, trying to get you to look him in the face. You did everything you could to stop him from getting his point across.

"Okay, go ahead" you muttered, stepping aside to let him in. You closed your eyes as you smelled the scent of wet earth thanks to being surrounded by forest most of the time. It smelled really good. "Well, would you like something to eat? Or maybe something to drink? I recently bought some really good drinks and-".

"you know we need to talk." Jonathan said, looking at you seriously.

The urge to vomit immediately returned. You pressed your lips together tightly and tried to think of a topic, any topic, but your head was so fuzzy that you just couldn't think of anything.

"About?" you said in a low voice. You felt so miserable and stupid, this had been your fault, you accepted the challenge, you sat on it, you made that brush of lips something far beyond what it should be between two friends.

"i don't know...last night, maybe?" Jonathan moved closer to you, resting his hands on your arms and squeezing them gently, "you can't, no, we can't avoid the subject, it's useless to pretend nothing happened."

You tried to keep your tears from falling by blinking as fast as you could. The flashbacks were coming back, the times when all those idiots rejected you in the worst way, all those friends you lost for doing something similar; you were so scared of losing him now.

"Why not?" You said with a broken voice, looking at the wall next to you, you didn't want to see the disappointment and hate in his eyes, "I know it was wrong, that I went too far, but I don't want to talk about this, I don't want to lose you, you're my best friend and I-".

Jonathan's lips interrupted your spew of words. You gasped in surprise, having to grab his shoulders to keep your balance. It was short compared to yesterday, but the butterflies in your stomach, the nerves, the anxiety, the affection, it was all still there, even a little stronger.

"Y/N" he whispered against your lips, breathing shakily. His eyes, which you could barely make out because of his dilated pupils, looked into your eyes for the first time since yesterday. You felt so small next to him. "Believe me when I tell you I won't walk away from you because of that." He licked his lips, pressing his forehead to yours, "I know you felt the same way I did, I know it was the same reason you wanted to avoid me, but you should know that I would be unable to leave you."

"It scares me" you whispered, pulling away from him a little so you could think better, "I don't... I never had a normal relationship, you know that, all those guys always treated me badly, they cheated on me, I don't feel capable of being able to be in a relationship with someone, I don't want to lose you, not you".

His gaze softened, this time he let his hand fall on your head, leaving a soft caress on it.

"In that case, let me prove to you that I can be the first to be serious with you, to treat you the way you truly deserve" he smiled sweetly, making your cheeks warm and your heart race, "give me a chance to make you happy."

Masterlist.

[dorkszn]

𝓕𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓚𝓨 𝓞𝓝 𝓒𝓐𝓜𝓔𝓡𝓐

𝓋ℴ𝓁. six / 𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓊ℯ. steve harrington, billy hargrove, jonathan byers

twitter p links ! / male & female reader ! / vol. seven !

STEVE HARRINGTON

01. in the break room of family video ( male reader )

02. fucking one of the “freaks” in an empty classroom ( fem reader )

03. taking you in his car during lunch ( fem reader )

04. he wants to get as deep as possible ( male reader )

BILLY HARGROVE

01. he thinks you moaning and crying his name while your knees are pressed to your chest is the best thing ever ( male reader )

02. passenger princess ( fem reader )

03. him fucking you soft for a change ( male reader )

04. he wonders how many orgasm he can pull from you in one night ( fem reader )

bonus. this video is just billy vibes

JONATHAN BYERS

01. everybody assumes you’re the top and jonathan bottoms. but both of you know that isn’t right. ( male reader )

02. riding him right after you wake up ( male reader )

03. letting you use him ( fem reader )

04. he’s been thinking about you nonstop ( fem reader )

my first multi-character vers!! 😛 jason, eddie, and hopper next? do we want a girls vers? also i did this in like under an hour, motivation and energy were present 🙏🏽 can y’all tell im in my stranger things era again?

[harringtons-cupid]

After Dark

Pairing: Coworker! Steve Harrington x fem!reader:

Warnings: Smut, p in v, unprotected sex, nicknames, praising, semi-public sex, mentions of smoking, getting high. Swearing, touching. Cum eating, fingering, pussy eating. Making out. Minors do not!!!

W.C: [4k]

Summary: Your shift at the Family Video store with Steve Harrington, results in more than just a passing glance when your boss introduces a 24-hour trial.

Author's note: This is just horny posting, alot of smut or intentions of smut is mentioned in this! I want to thank @stevesxyellowxsweater for helping me write this.

Please reblog to support me! TYSM🤍

There has always been flirting between you and Steve, maybe a cheeky attempt at a pass. But you always got interrupted, whether it be in the break room or as you were opening up.

You and Steve had never really hung out after work, wanting to keep it a strictly work related relationship.

This proved to be difficult when it was clear that you both wanted each other.

It resulted in ass pinches as you served customers, his fingers grazing your clit in the stockroom. You always found each other in the hidden parts of the store, just on the blind spot of particular cameras. And the cameras weren’t programmed to load up until 8:50am. Giving you just enough time for a sneaky kiss or touch.

Your favourite thing that he had done, was begin to eat you out before you were rudely interrupted by a customer banging on the glass doors. You were both hidden behind large display cases of videos, Steve popped his head up with an annoyed look. Not able to continue for the next few days.

The summer holidays were the worst, you and Steve had worked together for 3 days and it was always the period where you spent less time together.

There was less physical interaction, more hand grazing and his semi erect cock pushing against your ass as he leant to help you with a customer.

The heat didn’t help either of you, it meant that you were always in a range of different skirts with your family video uniform on the top. The shortest ones were simply to tease Steve, you knew that he jerked off to the thought of you bending over the counter.

You always wore the smallest of underwear, your favourite dress was blue with thin white stockings and a white thong.

When you had a movement alone, you’d be pushed up against the wall with his hand around your throat. Until the sound of movement appeared outside, he’d transform into a fake smiley Steve.

Not one with a fat throbbing cock.

This summer it was different, it was the middle of June 1986 in Hawkins and you found yourself lusting over someone from outside of work.

Of course, Steve hated this.

“What about us? He hissed behind you as you added a new video onto the shelves.

“Steve, it’s not like I’m with him?” You rolled your eyes, turning to look at him.

“But, babe. We said there was no one else” he followed you like a lost puppy.

You shook your head, hiding your smile behind more videos. He was getting annoyed now, twisting your body around so your back was pushed against the display cage. All the video tapes in your hands dropped to the floor.

He was towering over you now, his hand pressed firmly above your head. The tension was heavy as he stared into your eyes, his lips wet and plump.

You had never slept with him, it was always just playful touches and many almosts. Everyone used to talk about how good in bed Steve was but you enjoyed the chase and the tease.

This jealous version of Steve was turning you on, you wanted him to take you there and then but unfortunately, your boss was in today.

The jingle of the bell startled you both, quickly bending down to pick up the videos. Steve traced his finger across your neck before walking to meet the boss.

You heard them chatting from a distance as you continued your job, your clit was throbbing between your legs.

He drove you crazy and he knew it, so lying about having someone else made him want you more.

You moved onto a different shelf when you looked up from the videos, watching as your boss walked into the back offices. Your eyes flicked onto Steve who shot you a wink before turning his attention onto the customer at the counter.

Shying, you ached to be near him so you attempted to finish your task as quickly as you could. Your boss never stayed long so you knew that you and Steve would have some alone time at least today.

Robin usually closed Family Video but she wasn’t on the schedule which you thought was odd. After finishing the tedious task of replacing videos on the shelves, you wander over to Steve.

“So, what was he talking about?” You said, referring to the boss.

“He is trialing the shop to be open 24 hours, starting tonight” Steve spoke with slight annoyance.

All the blood in your drained, this was something both you and Steve dreaded. Neither of you really enjoyed the shifts at this place, they were long and tedious. You only turned up because of Steve.

“So, what we gonna do?” You asked, pouting at him slightly.

“He’s going to come out with a bit more information later” he shrugged, turning to face the entrance.

Steve was really close to you, his hand was by your side. Brushing your skin as he smiled and spoke in an animated way.

Everything about this day felt off, all you wanted to be back with the usual day to day routine with Steve.

You both worked until 12pm before your boss dismissed you both for a few hours, “a break” he called it.

Both of you felt a bit lost, he invited you to sit in his car. It was awkward at first, neither of you knew what to say. You had never sat in his car before, you examined the interior as he rolled.

“I didn’t know you smoked?” You asked breaking the deafening silence.

“Oh baby, there is a lot about me you don’t know” he grinned, his eyes twinkling in the light .

Tonight would be the night that you were to find that out.

It was only small, you watched as he stuffed tobacco into the paper before rolling it up.

“So, is it just me and you all night?” You asked nervously.

You watched as a few customer entered and left the shop, it was getting later as you passed it between you two.

“Is there a different question under there?” He whispered seductively.

“No, I’m just stressed about this new shift idea.” You said firmly, looking at him sternly.

“It’s alright babe, I’ll get the boss to lay it all out for us” he grinned at you, leaning forward to kiss the top of your head.

You forced a smile on your face and exited the car behind him, you weren’t particularly nervous about doing a longer shift with him. You both often worked long into the evening but Steve had never seen you with your guard down and least of all, without makeup.

Steve seeing you naked made you nervous, you could easily put on a mask when you were at work but this was different.

You always ended a bit giggly and soft at night, the relationship you had both built was the opposite of that.

The boss stood in front of you both, overly perfumed from your “break”. You listened to his talk about his intentions, your nerves were overflowing as Steve’s hand found yours behind your back.

A few hours later, you and Steve were sat on the floor behind the counter. Playing strip poker hiding from the cameras, there had been no business for over an hour.

You were both bored, sneaking out for smoke breaks every 30 minutes. You were both giggling as you slipped your uniform off your shoulders.

The top of the shirt pressed against your breasts constricting it even more, Steve struggled to focus on his next playing hand.

You bit your lip, pretending to look down at your cards but in the corner of your eye. You noticed his cock moving between the fabric of his tight black trousers and his thin boxers.

The game continued until you were both as naked as you could be for on shift antics, cheeks flushed red as your winning cards were splayed face up.

You grinned, your fingers pressing on the small buttons of your chest. You were very close to exposing yourself to Steve before his sudden movements changed that.

He had pinned you into the floor, your heads pressed up to the wall as his body heavy against yours. His throbbing cock was hard on your pussy.

Time went slow as he lowered himself down to your lips, you were both glad that the camera just about missed you. The heat that was rising from your pressed bodies was insufferable.

Steve’s eyes darted from you towards the noise from outside, your eyes widened as you both jumped up to changed as quickly and inconspicuously.

Hiding your laughter through amused smiles and looks, your fingers slipped on the buttons from the adrenaline.

The customers were louder than most, which meant that you could follow their voices. Allowing you more time to tidy yourselves up, so that when they walked towards the counter.

Steve’s face drained at the sight of them, he knew them.

“Eyyy, the King himself!” One of them jeered, it was obvious they had been drinking.

You slipped away from the counter, pretending to busy yourself as his awkward interactions filled the space.

After a few painful back and forth comments, they disappeared into the dark of the night and you felt Steve relax.

Strip poker wasn’t continued after that interruption, he kept his distance. Collecting the loose videos and replacing the spaces, as you stood at the counter.

You were unsure what created the distance but it felt like you had been ripped apart. This was different than any other relationship, you were so in your head because you both had to hide the touches and steal the glances.

This trial had meant that you and Steve spend more time together than you did during a shift. Both of you were acting differently than usual, instead of soft touches. It was rough and daring interactions.

Needing a few moments of fresh air, you disappeared out the back. There was a cool breeze as you rested your back onto the brick, the stars twinkling in the sky when the door opened behind you.

His shoulders touched yours, his fingers pinched and twirled an old roll hidden in his pocket. The amber glow of him lighting the smoke, his head tipped and eyes tight shut.

You examined him in the glow, he was stupidly beautiful. The imperfections in his cheeks were nonexistent, as you pulled his face closer to yours.

Kissing him aggressively, the amber glow flickered as his hand dropped away his face. He let it go out between his fingers, drunk on your kiss.

His body sliding closer to yours as your hand cupped his face, practically eating him but you didn’t care. It was dark and you were both alone for the first time ever.

No customers, no condescending bosses, no cameras and no teasing coworkers.

It was another slow hour, meaning that you and Steve could slip into the storeroom to properly kiss until the sound of a customer broke you apart.

You were slightly enjoying it, stealing smoke breaks before he pushed against the wall and his hand slipped your the inside of your thigh.

“Let’s go to our spot” he breathed against your lips.

“In the store?” You pulled away alarmingly.

He shrugged with a wide grin on his face,

“I’ll put a sign up” he said, making out that he was compromising.

But you weren’t sure if you wanted to have sex in the middle of the store, you walked with him though.

There were two television broadcasting the latest films into the store, a new way of promoting films. It wasn’t as annoying as you thought, you picked the next film.

Steve rolled his eyes, a romantic film. Though secretly he loved it.

You were leaning against him as the film played, the store was empty for next couple of hours. Steve had placed a blanket underneath for you both to lie on, his body was on yours as you kissed.

His hand resumed its position from earlier, teasing your thigh but never edging further.

For some reason, he didn’t want to do anything more than kissing.

“Do you want to go further?” You asked panting against his lips.

Without saying a word, he lifted you up with the blanket and led you into the breakroom. You were only there together when your shift was starting or ending.

So when he led you onto the sofa that neither of you sat at, you felt more at ease. Relaxing into the leather as his hands pinched at your skin, it was desperate.

Within seconds, he was kissing down your body. Tugging at your skirt, shuddering as his lips kissed your inner thighs.

This was the most he had ever done, you were always distracted by your jobs.

But tonight, there was no one.

So he continued, pulling down your skirt and underwear. There was a deep lust in his kiss.

“Fuck, your pussy is so pretty baby” he breathing, simply staring at it.

Giving your clit one spank as he continued to look, his eyes clouded with mischief. His fingers began to play with your clit, teasing it.

Watching as you became worked up underneath him, his lips reached your nipples and sucked them hard.

“I have wanted you for so long Steve” you panted as his fingers rubbed your clit more aggressively.

“You have, haven’t you?” He cooed at you, his eyes boring into you as his nail grazed your clit.

You moaned loudly, your head fallen onto the cushion behind you. Your legs spreading, giving him more room to fit.

This is what you had wanted for so long, just his fingers and energy were making you so wet.

It was pooling in your lower stomach as his finger slipped inside you, hitting your soft spot. Making you dig into his skin at the pressure he was hitting.

Rocking your hips back and forth, practically begging him for more than one finger. So he slipped more than 2 inside you, completely stretching you out.

You loved it. Fucking yourself on his fingers as his tongue came into contact with your throbbing clit.

The sensation overwhelming, his moans vibrating against your pussy. The quiet sounds of the videos playing distantly in the background, just as you were on the cusp of cumming.

Steve pulled his fingers and mouth away from you, making you whine and buck your hips in desperation.

''Shush now baby, you'll get the attention back'' he cooed, you tried to reach for him but he pushed you back.

Watching helplessly as his cock fell out of his boxers, your jaw practically gaping open at the sight of it. You had heard the whispers from girls in the shop but you didn't believe it.

His fingers were tight around his shaft as he slowly warmed himself up, not that he needed it. You could see the precum glistening in the dim light, feeling mischeivious you began to touch yourself at the sight of him.

''Oh you really are in for it.'' he said huskily, the groan was caught in his throat as he lined his tip up with your entrance.

He didn't stop you from playing with yourself, rather encouraging it as he slid his cock deeper inside you. Filling up around your walls, the sound he made was heavenly.

Starting by bending his body forward, his pelivs against yours lifting your legs up in front of him and thrusting. It made you quiver as you grew wetter and wetter by the second.

He continued fucking you until you were a shaking mess underneath him, getting you to the same point before he stopped. Suddenly feeling worried about that, you opened your mouth to speak but he took his hand away from your legs to shut you up.

His muscles flexed as he held onto both of your ankles with one hand, as the other was firmly on your lips.

''That's it baby, you are taking it so well'' he groaned, quickening his pace as he slowly removed his hand.

Placing both hands on your ankles as he spread them, shuddering as your pelvic muscles strained at the sudden movement change.

He was struggling to talk to you as his eyes fluttered, mumbling the words 'fuck, fuck, fuck' under his breath as you began to fuck yourself on his cock.

''Please, Steve. I really need it'' you whined, choking on your own words now.

You loved that he had taken control, lying there like his toy to fuck. The desire for him pulsated through you as the familar bubble began to stir in your stomach.

Unable to say anything because of the sheer overstimulation, you rested your head further into the pillow and looked at him. Your eyes began to roll back as your body released your orgasm.

''That's it. Let it all out babygirl'' he groaned, his fingertips were pressing hard into your skin.

He fucked you in the same position as you came hard, feeling your cum drip down his cock. He waited a second before moving your legs onto his shoulders.

Thrusting his cock deeper into your pussy, you were shaking at this point. On the same sofa in your work breakroom, your hands were scratching at his back as the sensation was increased.

He was close, you could sense that with how his body and cock had begun twitching.

''Cum for me Steve. Be a good boy.'' you whispered, taunting him as you rocked back and forth.

Your words sent him over the edge, pushing your legs from around his body. His cock was forced out of you as his cum spurted out of you onto your stomach.

Wanting to tease him further, you stroked his shaft and tip. Making him groan and shudder at the touch of you. Finally deciding not to overstimulate him even more, he stopped. He reached for a piece of useless paper to his side and began trying to wipe the cum off.

Rolling your eyes in amusement, you pulled him forward onto your chest. Feeling the squelch of the cum between you both.

“I think, we only have five minutes left before Robin comes in” you said, grinning at him.

He kisses you, sweat beads cling to his hair as your fingers flow through it. You let him kiss you for a moment longer, wanting saviour it until you would both have to leave.

You quietly changed in the hot break room, his eyes constantly switching between you and the door.

It was as empty as you left it, combing your fingers through your hair as you walked towards the counter.

You hoped that it wasn’t the end of your relationship now he had fucked you. As he pulled two of the stools up to the counter, the closest television was facing you both.

His hands were resting on your thighs, squeezing them as you tried focus on the screen.

The bell tinkled above the door and a group of teenagers entered, they were talking amongst themselves when Steve leant closer,

“You know that we aren’t over right?” His breath was hot against your cheek.

Your eyes following the voices of the group, cheeks flushed red. Relief filled your body as telepathically he was thinking the same thing.

The group appeared in front of you both at the counter, Steve let go of your thigh to input the sale into the till and saying thank you.

“Coffee?” he said, kissing your cheek firmly.

You hmm’d in response and watched him disappear into the back of the store, listening for his movement. The faint sound of the coffee machine as he was obviously tidying the breakroom for Robins imminent shift start.

A few moments later, he came back out with two steaming hot mugs of coffee. Yours was filled with milk, just how you liked it.

This was how it was during those long winter months when you didn’t wear sundresses, the tease and chase was still there but it wasn’t as hot.

As he placed the mugs down on the counter, he scanned the store for any sign of life before pushing your lips onto his and kissing you.

You felt on fire as his mouth deepened onto yours, your cheeks flushed red at the boldness of his decision.

Pulling away from him, you looked at him. He was looking at you with a dazed expression, your heart was racing. You took a sip of your coffee to try and ground yourself but burning your tongue in the process.

“Jesus, Steve. Don’t do it in the middle of the store” you snapped at him after taking a scolding sip.

His eyes changed, suddenly appearing at your outburst. Taking a seat away next to you, he turned his attention to the tv. Ignoring you completely, realisation crept in and you tried to place a hand on his knee.

“I’m sorry—“ you leant forward with a smile—“I just like all the sneaking, it makes me so wet” you whispered in his ear.

A smirk appeared on his face, his hand slipped down to your skirt. Teasing you with his fingers on your underwear, as you both drank your coffees.

The heat was rising as his fingers reached your clit with your backs to the camera and the counter covering your lower bodies.

With very little view of each of you, he could very easily get you off and you could feel yourself growing wetter and wetter by the second.

Hiding your moans and any movement as his thumb moved quicker and quicker on your throbbing clit. As you rested your head on his shoulder, a soft gasp escaped your mouth.

A noise was heard from the staff entrance but he didn’t stop until you stifled a moan into his shoulder. Catching your breath as you came in your pants, the slick sound of his thumb was heard at the same time as footsteps.

Steve didn’t remove his hand from your underwear until the creak from the break room moved away from the side door. Scooping parts of your cum between his finger, putting one finger into his own mouth before placing it in yours.

Forcing you to taste yourself on his fingers, kissing the top of your head and rubbing your shoulders before he slowly moved away from you.

“You both out there?” Robin’s voice echoed in the left of the store.

Your eyes studied Steve, finishing your coffee as you pretended to focus on the remainder of the film playing.

Robin finally entered the store, wearing her store uniform. Studying you both before walking closer,

“So, had a good shift?” She eyed you, appearing suspicious about something.

She got closer to you both, standing between you. Looking from you to Steve, you smiled at her before she stood back.

“It’s stinks of weed” she whispered with a grin on her face.

You relaxed, Steve met your eye as she turned her back for a second. He winked at you before turning to face Robin and finally speaking.

“Wanna share one before your shift?” He asked, leaning closer to you.

She nodded, walking ahead and leaving you both alone again.

His fingers twirled on your nipples, sending a shock through your body.

“Don’t worry, you won’t be forgotten about” he said with a smirk.

You watched him disappear out the back with a small pre rolled joint in his back pocket. Hiding your smile as you walked over to replace the tape in the television, not hearing Steve rush back in.

He had forgotten his lighter but like he always did, he didn’t want to leave you without a touch or a glance.

His hand found your ass and pinched it hard, making you jump before Steve pulled you closer.

“Careful baby, the camera might see” he smirked as you leant over to swap the tape.

At that moment, a few customers walked in through the door. You looked at Steve with his pleased expression and slipped from under.

“I’m going to serve the customers, see you later. Babe” you winked at him.

Knowing that he was watching you walk back to the counter, leaning over as the film began to play. Your eyes followed him as he left and you were excited for the next few hours.

Hiding from Robin was a different story, but you both enjoyed the rush. If anything, sleeping with Steve has made him want you more.

[keeryhours]

girls on film - jonathan byers

Jonathan Byers x shy! female! reader

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Summary:

When you get assigned a photography project with Jonathan, you end up trying something…experimental.

Warnings:

Smut (18+), unprotected p in v, oral (m receiving)

Word Count: 5.1k

A/N:

So excited for my first Jonathan fic! I’ve been working on this for weeks so I’m so happy it’s finally done 😅

You adjusted the settings on your Nikon F3. Attaching the 55mm lens, you held the camera up to your eye, focusing on your subject - your dog. You were grateful for the fast shutter speed on your new camera, because the Border Collie did not sit still.

“Lucy, stay!” You commanded, hoping you could just get this shot for your photography class. The long haired black and white dog looked at you with her tongue hanging out of her mouth. She listened, but you knew you had only moments before she took off, ready to run the 5 acres of land your family lived on, chasing after the livestock.

You snapped the photo just in time before she stood and ran. You hoped you got a good one, but there was no way to tell until you developed the film. You did not want to get an F on this project just because your dog wouldn’t cooperate.

You sighed as you removed the lens from the camera body, storing both back in their bag. You loved photography - it had become a passion of yours your freshman year of high school. It was your favorite form of art. And you could do it completely solo - you honestly hated interacting with your classmates. Not that there was anything wrong with them (well, not most of them, at least), you just preferred your own company.

You slung the camera bag over your shoulder and walked through the yard and back to your house. The smell of dinner wafted from the kitchen, but you headed up to your room instead. You carefully sat your camera bag on your desk and fell back onto your full size bed.

Your room felt childish. Nothing had changed since middle school. There weren’t photos with friends decorating your mirror, no gifts from your nonexistent relationships. Your bed was still covered with stuffed animals (though you’d never admit you still liked sleeping with them). The walls were painted a pale pink. The only recent decorations were the prints you made of your photography.

Lucy, the farm animals, your family, school events you were asked to photograph for the yearbook. Flowers, photos from finally trips, anything interesting you’d found with your camera on you - which it usually was.

You hoped these photos of Lucy turned out so you could add them to the collection. The left side of your room needed something new. Hell, your life needed something new. Something fresh. Something exciting.

The next day at school, you snuck into the dark room during lunch. You had the space to yourself, which you were grateful for.

Firstly, you mixed together your chemicals so they would be ready, pouring them into their respective trays. You then unloaded the roll of film from your camera. You looked over the negatives, finding some photos of Lucy that turned out great - thank god. You turned the negative around, placing it in the carrier before carefully removing any dust. You placed the carrier in the enlarger. You adjusted the size, using the focusing wheel to make sure it was completely in focus. You adjusted the lens aperture to F8, sliding a filter into the enlarger.

Next, you took a sheet of the photo paper and placed it into the easel. You exposed the photo onto the sheet of paper for about 5 seconds. You moved the sheet to your tray of developer, sliding it in quickly and carefully, then moved the tray gently, watching as the chemicals moved and your photo of Lucy developed in front of your eyes. After 60 seconds, you used the tongs to remove the photo and place it in the stop bath. You slid this tray around, too, using a separate pair of tongs to remove the print and place it into the fixer. After 30 seconds, you checked the thermometer in your tray of water, finding it perfectly at 68 degrees Fahrenheit. You removed the photo and placed it in the tray of water for 2 minutes, emptying and refilling the water a few times to make sure to wash away all the chemicals. When you were done, you hung the black and white photo to dry and continued with the others you wanted to print.

When you were done, you flipped the lights back on, gathering your prints. You checked the clock on the wall and were relieved to see there was still a decent chunk of lunch left - hopefully there would be some pizza left to grab. You pulled the door open and immediately smashed into something - or someone. You stumbled back, your photos falling from your hands.

“I’m so sorry! Here, let me help,” the guy said, crouching down to gather your stuff for you before you had the chance to. He stood, handing your stuff back, and you found yourself looking into the brown eyes of Jonathan Byers. He looked down at your photos as he handed them over. “Sorry, I didn’t know anyone was in here.”

“It’s okay,” you assured him, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. “I just finished up in here.” You brushed your hair behind your ear, feeling shy now that you were no longer in the safety of the darkroom alone.

Jonathan gave you a small kind smile, one that had your heart beating a little harder in your chest. “Your photos look great, by the way,” he added, gesturing to the prints clutched safely in your grasp.

“Oh, thanks,” you said, avoiding his gaze. You cursed yourself for the way you always got shy around other people. It was Jonathan, he was probably the nicest guy in your senior class.

Maybe it was the fact that you’d had a crush on him for forever, watching him in photography class, noticing the beautiful photographs he produced every single time. He was quiet, kind, kept to himself just like you. You had to admit you wanted to get to know him better, but you were scared.

“I’ll, uh, see you in class,” Jonathan said, that same friendly smile on his face. You nodded and slipped by him out of the door. You heard it close behind you as you quickly walked to the cafeteria, hoping there would be something left for you to eat.

You walked into 7th period Photography, taking your seat at your usual desk in the back. Mr. Howard was at the front of the room, talking with another student from last period as the rest of the class filed in. Jonathan gave you a small nod when he walked in, and you returned it before turning your head to hide the blush on your cheeks, again.

You turned in your work as class began, pleased with how the photographs of Lucy had turned out. About halfway through class, Mr. Howard clapped his hands together, commanding the attention of every student.

“Alright, class.” He drummed his hands on the desk like a drumroll, a mischievous smile on his face. “It’s time for your portrait partner project assignments!”

The whole class let out a chorus of groans. Mr. Howard only laughed. “Your partner assignments are posted on the bulletin board. Please check after class.”

Class went on as usual, but you couldn’t focus, too worried about who you would be paired with. You hated working with others, honestly. You preferred being alone whenever possible.

When class was over and most of your classmates had already left, you tentatively made your way over to the board. You scanned the list with your finger tracing down the list of names until you found your own, and the name beside it - Jonathan Byers.

It could definitely have been worse. Jonathan was nice, and he was talented. But he was also…really cute.

“Looks like we’re working together,” a voice came from behind you, and you turned to see Jonathan smiling politely with his bag over his shoulder.

“Looks like it,” you agreed, unable to make eye contact with him. “Do you…want to work at my place or yours?”

“Uh…” He thought for a moment. “My mom has work until late and my brother has his D&D campaign, if you want to come over?”

“Sounds good,” you said. You hadn’t exactly been thrilled at the idea of Jonathan in your middle school style bedroom.

“I can give you a ride, if you want?”

The thought of riding in Jonathan Byers’ car alone with him terrified and excited you. You’d never been alone with a boy before.

“Okay,” you agreed, looking down to hide the blush on your face. You were pretty sure he saw right through you, though - you weren’t exactly being subtle.

He nodded towards the hallway, indicating for you to follow him out of the classroom. You did, and the two of you walked out to the school parking lot together. No one paid you any mind.

He led the way to his rusted Ford LTD. After unlocking the doors for you both, you slid into your respective seats. It took him a few times to get the car started, but eventually it did.

The Byers lived a bit out of the way, a good distance from the main part of Hawkins. So did you, but you had never been out this way. He drove up the dirt driveway of the small house, parking off to the side to leave room for his mother’s car.

You had never been to any of your classmate’s houses before - not since middle school when you were best friends with Chrissy Cunningham, before you drifted apart. It was strange being here alone with him, and the fact that you liked it was even stranger.

Jonathan unlocked the front door and led you inside, walking down the hall towards what you assumed was his bedroom. His room was tidy, his bed made and no clothes strewn across the floor. He had a turntable with stereo on his dresser with a large collection of records and an Evil Dead poster on the wall, which you noticed immediately.

“That’s my favorite movie!” You said, suddenly excited. “I love Ash.”

Jonathan smiled, gently setting his bags on the bed. “It’s a great movie. One of my favorites, too. You like horror?”

“Yeah, of course,” you said. “My favorite genre.”

You started browsing through his records. He had a lot of great music. You picked out The Smiths’ debut album. “Can I?”

“Yeah, of course,” he said. He began pulling his camera out of its bag and getting it set up while you lifted the cover of the turntable and placed the record down gently. You turned it on and lowered the arm to the record, the music beginning to fill the room, quiet enough to just fill the background while you talked.

Jonathan turned to you with his camera in hand - a Pentax MX, you recognized. He fiddled with his settings a little, then smiled at you. “Ready to get started?”

“Yeah,” you said, suddenly shy again. “Where do you want me?”

“Um…” He thought for a second, looking around the space. “How about just against the wall here? Just a plain background. I’ll open the curtain.”

You moved to the wall, adjusting your hair as you walked. Jonathan held his camera up to his eye, making sure he was ready to shoot.

He directed you in a series of poses as he took photo after photo. It was extremely awkward - you were always the one behind the camera. You didn’t like being in front of it. But Jonathan was a complete professional, making you feel as comfortable as possible. You started having fun about the time the song switched to Pretty Girls Make Graves.

“Let’s take a little break, then we can switch,” he said after a good 30 minute session, lowering his camera. “You did great.”

As Jonathan put his equipment away, you wandered around his room. You spotted several books on photography on a shelf, and you reached for one, opening it up and flipping through it.

It was filled with black and white photographs, all of them beautiful portraits. You slowly looked through the book, admiring the stunning work, until you reached a section that made you stop, a blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“I don’t know how people have the confidence to do this,” you said, looking down at the tasteful nude photos. Women posing with their breasts fully exposed to the camera, each looking absolutely beautiful.

Jonathan looked over your shoulder. “It’s just art,” he said, a small smile on his face. “If you’re working with a photographer you’re comfortable with…I imagine it’s easy.”

You shook your head. “I can’t imagine.”

It was silent for a moment as you both gazed down at the photos. “Would you…ever want to try?”

Your head snapped around in his direction, your eyes wide. “What?”

“You- you could try it,” he said, suddenly very nervous. “We could try it. If you want to.”

You felt yourself blushing all over your entire body. You slowly closed the book, turning around to look at Jonathan. “You…want to take these kinds of photos…of me?”

“Yeah, why not?” Jonathan said with a shrug and that shy smile. “I’m a photographer. You’re modeling. And…you’re beautiful. You’d do amazing.”

You couldn’t believe what he was suggesting. Jonathan wanted to take nude photos, of you?? But you had to admit to yourself…you were intrigued. You hadn’t had any exciting experiences in your life. It was about time for something to happen.

And did he just call you beautiful?

“O…okay,” you said, trying to find your confidence. “How…do we do this?”

“Well,” Jonathan started. “You can, uh…undress, and I’ll get my camera ready?”

Your hands were shaking as you nodded slowly. “Okay,” you said. “Let’s do this.”

Jonathan turned around, giving you privacy as he fiddled with his camera. You lifted your shirt over your head and dropped it to the ground. Next you undid your jeans, pushing them down your legs and dropping them into a pile with your shirt. You took a deep breath before you reached behind your back and unhooked your bra, dropping it and then sliding your panties down your legs.

Completely naked, you finally fully realized what you had gotten yourself into. You were currently standing naked in Jonathan Byers’ bedroom. You felt your nipples hardening as they were exposed to the cold air. You held a hand across your breasts, as if you weren’t completely naked from the waist down too and about to have nude photos taken. “Okay…I’m ready.”

Jonathan turned around, his eyes going wide when he saw you. His gaze raked over your body before meeting your eyes again. “You- uh- you look- you look great,” he said, pink blush rising on his cheeks.

You couldn’t help but smile. It made you feel better that he was nervous, too. “Thanks,” you said shyly. “Um…I guess we should get started?”

“Oh yeah, yeah,” Jonathan said quickly, snapping out of whatever trance he was in. “Um, you can stand over there?” He pointed to the blank space on his wall.

You moved over there, dropping your hands from your breasts. Jonathan locked eyes with them for just a moment before he was looking at your face again. “Want me to put on some music?”

“Please,” you said, feeling like it would help you get in the zone and be more comfortable.

Jonathan walked to the record player, flipping through his records before pulling one out and placing it on the turntable. David Bowie’s voice carried through the room, and you smiled. “I love Bowie.”

“Me too,” Jonathan said, returning your smile. He moved back in front of you and lifted the camera to his eye. “Okay, just pose like…this?” He said, miming the placement of your arms.

You held your arms behind your head the way he showed you, kneeling down on the carpet. “Like this?”

“Perfect,” he said, snapping a bunch of photos. “You look beautiful.”

You blushed deeply. Having your naked body on full display was a new, terrifying experience, but it was also…exhilarating. You were kind of loving it.

Jonathan hadn’t felt so inspired in ages. Something about your body was perfect for photography, he thought you looked beautiful and you photographed like a real model. He could tell you were shy, but you were doing an amazing job. These photos were going to be some of the best he’d ever taken.

He instructed you through different poses, encouraging you the entire time. The longer the session lasted, the more comfortable you felt. By the time a few songs had passed, you were honestly having a great time.

“How about you sit on the bed for this one?” Jonathan said, gesturing to his bed. You sat down on the edge of it, looking to Jonathan for more instructions. “Just hold your arms like…this.”

You did your best to copy what Jonathan was trying to show you. “Like this?”

“No, kind of like…” He lowered his camera to hang around his neck and moved over towards you. “This.” He reached for your arms and began to pose you, but his fingers accidentally brushed over your hardened nipple. You gasped, jumping slightly at the sensation, and Jonathan looked up at you with wide eyes.

“I’m so sorry!” He said, dropping his hands. “I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s okay,” you said, giggling lightly. “I…didn’t mind.”

Jonathan looked into your eyes, like he was searching for something. His gaze lowered to your lips, then back to your eyes. The next thing you knew, he was leaning in, and you felt his lips press against yours.

Your heart pounded in your chest, your eyes falling closed as you kissed him back. His hand came up to cup the side of your head, his thumb caressing your cheek. He ran his tongue across your bottom lip and you opened, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth completely, dancing with your own.

You couldn’t believe what was happening. You were finally having your first kiss - at 18, but whatever - and it was with Jonathan Byers. While also naked.

Your hand slid beneath his shirt, feeling the skin of his stomach and chest. He pulled back and pulled it over his head before moving back to your lips, kissing you hungrily as his hands roamed your bare skin.

You pulled away, suddenly nervous. Jonathan looked as if you’d just yelled at him, like he felt bad for overstepping your boundaries, which he hadn’t done at all. “Have you…ever done this before?” You asked.

Jonathan looked back at you, this time a slight blush on his cheeks. “Uh, no. Never.”

“Me either,” you admitted, which made Jonathan smile a bit.

“I thought you’d think less of me,” he said. He reached for your hand and held it in his own. “Like I’m the Freak no one wants to go out with.”

“I don’t think that at all,” you assured him. It was your turn to place your hand on his cheek and turn him to look at you. “I think you’re really handsome. And the girls at school are missing out if they overlook you.”

Jonathan smiled again, his cheeks tinged red. “I think you’re the most beautiful girl in school.”

You blushed as well, your whole body heating. “That’s definitely not true.”

“Well, I think it is.” Jonathan caressed your face with the back of his hand, looking into your eyes. “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. The way I’ve always seen you.”

“You noticed me?” You were surprised, because no one noticed you. You were grateful you weren’t exactly picked on, but it would be nice for your classmates to know you’re there.

“Of course I did,” Jonathan said, like it was obvious. “You’re the best photographer in school. Your photos are always beautiful. You have so much talent, and you’re so pretty and kind.”

You couldn’t believe what he was saying. He had noticed you? And not only noticed you, but felt those things about you like you had about him?

“I think you’re the best photographer in school,” you said shyly, unable to meet his gaze now. “And you’re always kind, even when people are dicks to you. And you’re so handsome it makes my heart beat faster when I see you.”

Jonathan smiled, looking down at his hands. “I can’t believe you feel the same way about me.”

You thought for a moment. You could keep sitting here being all shy, or you could take what you wanted. You could stop sitting on the sidelines of life and do something you want for once. Something he wants, too.

You turned to him, and he turned to you. You moved in, and he did the same. Your lips pressed together again, and you kissed him eagerly this time, your hand resting on his face as he placed his hand on your hip. You gently pushed him down on the bed, and he obeyed. He watched wide eyed as you climbed onto his lap, grinding down on the growing bulge in his pants. He groaned and tightened his grip on your hips.

“God, you…you look so beautiful,” he said breathless, eyes roaming your body hungrily. You grabbed his hands and slowly trailed them up your body, rubbing over your ass and up your sides until you placed them over your tits. His eyes somehow went even wider, a rush of air leaving his lips. “J-Jesus Christ.”

“You can touch me,” you said, bolder than you felt. “You can touch me wherever you want.”

Jonathan let out a shuddering breath and you removed your hands, leaving him there to do as he pleased. He slowly began massaging your tits, thumbs running over your peaked nipples, making you shiver. You rotate your hips as you grinded against his lap, feeling him growing harder and harder beneath you. His expression looked totally fucked out already and you’d barely even touched him.

Your hands slid under his t-shirt again. “Why don’t you take this off?”

He sat up quickly, pulling his shirt off and over his head. You took in the sight of his bare chest, hands roaming the now exposed skin. Then you surprised him by moving farther down his body. He breathed in a gasp of air as your hands began undoing his jeans.

He watched with rapt attention as you got them undone, lifting his hips to help you pull them and his boxers off his body. His cock sprung free, long and hard and leaking precum already. He was bigger than you expected.

“H-oh shit,” he breathed out as you wrapped your hand around his cock, feeling it twitch in your hand. You moved forward and wrapped your lips around his tip, running your tongue around it experimentally. His hips bucked up- “Sorry! Shit, sorry-“ but you didn’t mind. You liked that he was so weak for you, so desperate for more of your touch.

You began bobbing your head up and down his cock, taking more of him every time you lowered your head. His hands were gripped in tight fists in his bed sheets, like he wasn’t sure what to do with them but needed to hold onto something.

You pulled off of him. “You can touch me,” you reminded him, a little giggle in your voice. “I want you to touch me.”

Jonathan just nodded, but when you went back to sucking his cock, he grabbed the back of your hair with one of his hands. He wasn’t shy about his moans - either that or he couldn’t help it - but you were loving it. You had never done this before, but the noises he was making let you know you were doing a good job. An amazing job, apparently.

“Baby,” he moaned, high and desperate. “Feels so good. Oh my god- it’s so good.”

You almost laughed, he was so cute, but you kept it together as you took him deeper and deeper with every pass, running your tongue around his tip every time you reached it.

“Fuck, fuck,” he moaned, his breaths coming in shorter bursts. “I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop right now. And I really…really wanna do more with you.”

You wouldn’t have minded making him cum with your mouth, but doing more sounded way too enticing. You pulled off of him and he watched as a string of saliva connected your lips to his cock, dropping his head back on the pillows with a groan.

Crawling up his body slowly, you placed kisses as you went, making him shudder. When you reached his lips you kissed him again, his hands sliding up your sides.

“God, you are…so hot,” he groaned, hands squeezing the plush skin of your ass before sliding back up your body, enjoying every inch of you.

“So are you,” you hummed, kissing his neck, biting and sucking when you found the spot that made him moan. Then, to your surprise, he grabbed you and flipped you both so he was on top.

He started kissing your neck, making you moan beneath him as he left purple hickies on your skin. You felt his hard cock pressed up against your core, and he pulled back, looking at you with pleading eyes that contradicted his next words.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked, his voice raspy. It was obvious he very much did. “We don’t have to. If you want to stop now, we can.”

“I don’t want to stop,” you said quickly. “I…want to keep going. Do you have a condom?”

“Shit,” he hissed. “No. This isn’t, uh, something I do often.”

You giggled. “It’s okay. We can still do it. Just, uh…pull out?”

Jonathan nodded vigorously. “I can do that.”

He reached down between your bodies, wrapping his hand around his cock as he dragged the head between your folds, gathering your slick on him. Then he was pressing at your entrance, gaze darting back up to look into your eyes.

“Let me know if you don’t like it, okay?” He said. “I can stop any time. We don’t have to do this.”

“Jonathan,” you said with a small laugh. “It’s okay. Just do it.”

He nodded, then looked back down to where you were connected as he slowly began pushing inside. It stung at first, the intrusion unfamiliar and painful the farther he filled you, but it eased into a kind of pleasure before long. You held onto his shoulders tightly.

Jonathan groaned when he bottomed out inside of you, body shuddering from the sheer pleasure of being buried inside your tight, wet walls. It felt amazing for him, better than his hand, better than what he dreamed sex would be like. You were perfect, like your body was made for him, made to take him.

“Oh my god, Jonathan,” you moaned. “Feels so good. You’re so big. Please move, need you to fuck me.”

He moaned, hand gripping tightly in the bed sheets again. “Fuck, if you say things like that I’m gonna cum faster than I want to.”

He pulled back out slowly before rolling his hips back into you. It felt even better that time, a high whine coming from your lips. Reassured seeing that you were enjoying it, he set a steady pace, thrusting into you quickly. He buried his face in your neck, moaning as he truly began to fuck you.

“God, this is…fuck, feels so good. You feel so fucking good. Shit, I can’t-“ He cut himself off with another moan, high and whiney and so fucking hot.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling lightly at his dark brown locks. You wrapped your legs around his waist, guiding him to fuck you faster, which had him moaning your name over and over again.

“Jonathan,” you moaned, back arching off the bed. “Please, I-“

Jonathan reached between your bodies, fingers beginning to rub at your clit. He had the idea, but didn’t exactly know what he was doing.

“Rub in circles,” you told him, although what he was doing didn’t feel bad. He did as you instructed, rubbing quick tight circles on the sensitive bud. “Fuck, yeah, just like that. Just like that.”

The combined feeling of his cock deep inside you and his fingers working against your clit had a coil tightening in your belly, your peak coming faster and faster. “Jon, I’m-“

Your orgasm crashed into you, having you seeing stars as your back arched off the bed, pussy clenching around him as you called his name again and again. “Jonathan! Oh my god, Jonathan-“

It sent Jon over the edge too, crying out loudly as he quickly pulled out and pumped his cock a couple times as he shot his load all over your chest, stomach and thighs. It was so much, and you had never seen a guy cum before. You watched him with wide eyes, the sight turning you on all over again.

You both caught your breath, trying to calm down after all that. Jonathan reached for a dirty shirt on the floor and cleaned you off, then laid down on his bed next to you.

“That was absolutely incredible,” he breathed, wrapping an arm around you. “You were incredible.”

“That was amazing,” you agreed. He leaned over and pulled you into a passionate kiss.

“Be my girlfriend,” he said, thumb rubbing circles on your hip.

You raised your eyebrows. “Really? You mean it?”

“Of course I do,” he laughed. “Haven’t you realized how into you I am? Especially after all this?”

You blushed, hiding your face in his chest. “Yes. Of course I’ll be your girlfriend.”

The two of you cuddled in bed for a while longer, until you looked over at his alarm clock and saw the time. “Oh god. I’m gonna be late for curfew.”

Jonathan looked over at the time, too. “Oh, wow. I didn’t realize it had gotten so late. Do you want me to give you a ride home?” He asked. “We can, uh, do your part of the project tomorrow,” he added, cheeks tinged red.

“Okay,” you agreed, smiling and giving him a kiss. “Sounds good to me.”

You both got dressed, trying to look as if you hadn’t done what you had just done. You left his room and headed down the hall - seeing Jonathan’s mom, Joyce, sitting in the living room.

She smiled at you awkwardly. “Hi, so nice to meet you.”

You took her hand in yours, blushing furiously as Jonathan avoided eye contact with his mother. “Nice to meet you, too,” you said, giving her your name.

As you and Jonathan walked out hand in hand, he turned to you. “She definitely knew what we did.”

“Oh yeah, definitely.”

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pairing: farmhand!jonathan x farmer’s daughter!fem!reader

jonathan works on your father’s farm, and you’re strictly forbidden to mess around with him. but on a sweltering summer day one thing leads to the next, and i guess what your father doesn’t know won’t hurt him… (5.5k)

cw: 18+ ONLY - SMUT. oral (m + f receiving), unprotected piv, creampie, use of petnames, jonathan’s nickname for reader is ‘birdie’, this is filthyyyy so pls let me know if i forgot anything lol

a/n: farmhand!jonathan was born during a conversation with @onegirlmanytales, so this one is for you gia. our beautiful beautiful boy <3 as always, reblogs are so incredibly appreciated! love u guys xoxo

The heat is already unbearable, and the sun is barely even up. The kind of dry, suffocating warmth that steals your breath and makes you feel sluggish.

A golden morning glow is cast across the fields as Jonathan stomps towards the barn, the rubbery soles of his boots crunching against dry grass. He heaves open the heavy metal latch to the thick wooden door, inhaling the stale, overwhelming scent of the animals. He’s mostly used to the smells by now, though they’re amplified on the brutally hot days like this one.

He starts his path from one stall to the next. His favorite horse, Nimbus, presses her hoof into the dusty dirt of the barn floor, chortling at him. A smile graces his features as he reaches a hand out to stroke her long snout, palm flat against the bristly softness of her coat.

“Hey, girl. Good morning,” he speaks softly to her, and she nuzzles into his hand. He gives her a few extra scratches for good measure before he continues to walk through and greet the rest of the bunch.

There's three other horses in this barn, along with the cows. The rabbits have their own coop outside, as do the chickens and ducks. He knows the morning routine like the back of his hand, and he floats through his tasks as if on autopilot. The animals get kisses and pats from him, snacks and fresh water. Even as he sweats through his clothes, he feels at peace caring for them all.

All of the animals seem to like him; even the ones with the wildest tempers turn mild when he's around. He tries to be modest about this, but his mom and brother definitely hear him gush about it when he comes home from a long day. He can’t help it, he’s a little bit proud of himself.

He's collecting eggs from the hens when he spots you. Beautiful, bright, perfect you flouncing down the porch steps in your pretty sundress, the fabric adorned with what he assumes are tiny flowers but can't quite discern from this distance. The yellow metal watering can sways in your hand, clanking against the concrete slab beneath the water spout as you set it down.

He doesn’t realize how hard he’s been staring until you turn to him with a cheery wave.

“Mornin’ Jonathan!” you call, and he feels his cheeks flush with warmth at the realization of being caught.

He waves, a half smile gracing his lips. “Morning, Birdie.”

The nickname is one he’d given you after he caught you awake early one morning, feeding the birds and taking notes about each type that visited your porch. He’d approached as quietly as he could so as not to disturb them, and he let you show him the feathers you’d collected and the sketches you’d done of the creatures. He marveled at it all, really, and unbeknownst to you it only made him more smitten for you.

If he's honest with himself, the best moments of his days working the ranch are when he sees you. He thinks about you constantly, and he has - on more than one occasion - come home smiling giddily about an interaction he'd had with you only to blush profusely when his brother would tease him.

The problem here, is your father. He’s the owner of the ranch and thus is Jonathan's employer, an under-the-table type of situation, and the man is protective as all hell of you. The last thing he needs to do is breach your father’s trust and risk his job. He thinks maybe he'd also be risking his life.

But the way the sunlight makes your complexion shine, bouncing off your skin radiantly makes his knees buckle. Your smile when you look at him makes his palms sweat. The soft sound of your humming floating towards him makes his heart soar.

You make him forget all of his inhibitions. And it's equal parts exciting and terrifying.

The water trickles from the can’s spout, sparkling in the sunlight as it falls over the beautiful flowers surrounding your porch. You’re careful to give each plant more than enough water, and he watches you intently as if this is some incredibly riveting task.

When you go to refill the can a second time, he realizes that he hasn't moved in far too long. He promptly forces himself to turn on his heel, heading back to let the animals out of their pens to graze. His footsteps feel mechanical, like he has a tinier version of himself controlling his body from a panel inside of his brain.

Don't be a moron, he thinks to himself. Be fucking cool.

He busies himself by cleaning out each of the pens within the barn, sweeping the old ruddy broom along the brown dirt floors, watching as its dry bristles occasionally fall off in its trail. He doesn't even flinch as he shovels waste from each stable, his once squeamish demeanor having been tampered with time and experience. He brings the back of his hand up to wipe the sweat from his forehead, his stringy bangs soaked beneath the wide brim of his hat. He can feel the fabric of his soft cotton shirt already clinging to his back, a sensation that’s entirely too much in this kind of heat.

He turns around, peeking out of the barn doors. There’s no sign of you anymore, and he doesn’t see your father or anyone else either. He supposes it’s alright to take his shirt off, given there’s no one near to offend.

Little does he know, as he reaches an arm around to his back and hoists the fabric up and off, you’re watching shyly from your kitchen window. Peering through the patterned curtains, chewing on your lip. Your fingers absentmindedly twirl a straw around your glass of lemonade, lost in a trance.

Jonathan has more muscle on him than you expected, though you aren’t sure why this is a surprise to you given the hard work he does. You can see the distinct lines on his arms where his tan doesn’t reach, the result of too many days working in the sun with t-shirts on. He stretches, his shoulder blades protruding like wings, and you nearly feel yourself start to drool as his muscles flex and pull. He bends down to retrieve his hat, the unmarked surface of his back on display.

You long to feel his skin beneath your palms, to reach out and touch his back, trace a finger from one freckle to the next until you’ve created a constellation only you can see. You want to leave marks, dig your nails in until you’ve left evidence that you’ve been there.

The longer you stare, watching him as he continues tidying up, the warmer you become. You can feel a searing desire forming between your legs, bare thighs squeezing hard together beneath your tiny dress.

You aren’t sure where your father went, but you know you haven’t seen him around the barn at all this morning. How bad could it be to go out there with Jonathan, really?

The skin of your lip grows raw as your teeth wear at it further, debating your next move or rather, hyping yourself up to make it. Your body buzzes with nerves, clenching your hands into fists before opening your palms once more.

Screw it. Screw it, you're going out there.

Before you can convince yourself to stay inside and hide away from the man, you're pouring another glass of lemonade to take out to him. Slipping on your shoes and swinging open the screen door that spits you out onto your porch. Bees buzz at your sides when you pass the flowering bushes, sun searing your skin the second you're exposed to its harsh rays.

It's sweltering, that's for certain, and coming out here under the guise of bringing Jonathan something to drink is innocent enough.

He doesn't hear you approaching, your footsteps barely making a sound as you trod across the grass. He's hunched over slightly, rinsing dirt from his hands with the garden hose and a bar of soap he keeps in the barn.

“Hey,” is all that comes out of your mouth at first. He spins to face you, visibly startled by your presence. Water runs from the hose that's now soaking the parched grass where it lays, before he hastily shuts off the water supply. “Sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up on you. Just thought you might be thirsty,” you hold the glass out to him, twisting your lips.

“Oh, t-thanks,” he stammers, accepting the offering. The glass is cold in his hand, already sweating from the heat. Droplets of water fall from the bottom of the cup and onto the ground by his boots, unable to cling to the warming surface any longer. His mouth suddenly feels dry, whether from the heat or your proximity he can't decipher, but he suspects it's the latter.

You don't move from your spot in front of him, your pretty eyes nearly sparkling as you watch him take a sip of the drink. You look like you want to pounce on him.

You watch intently as his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he takes a few greedy swallows, your cheeks hot and feverish at all of the thoughts that swirl through your head.

“Mm,” he hums, pulling the glass rim from his lips. His eyes can't help but rake over your frame, focusing too hard on the way your dress flatters your body. “It's real sweet,” he says, gaze zoning in on your lips. How the soft layer of shiny gloss makes them look enticing, like ripe fruit ready to be picked.

Your teeth sink into the plump skin of your bottom lip, batting your lashes at him. You're toeing a dangerous line, but both of you want nothing more than to cross it.

A small noise dies in his throat, like he was going to speak but can’t bring himself to. He sets his glass down, his hands trembling slightly. You step closer to him, the heat unbearable, but you’re no longer sure if it’s the sun or your own desire warming the atmosphere. You feel two-hundred degrees, and you can guess Jonathan feels the same.

“Do you want to… take a break? You work so hard, and you must be so hot,” you say, saccharine and faux-innocent, your index finger trailing featherlight down his chest. You know what you’re doing, and he knows it, too.

“Birdie...” he warns. “Your dad—”

“Don't worry about my dad. He's not around, no one has to know,” you gaze at him, watching as he rubs a hand down his face. “I won't let anything bad happen, even if he finds out,” you add, taking his hand in yours.

You flip his palm up, running your thumb along the rough skin. He's quiet, but breathing too heavily for someone who's standing still.

God, he might regret this. But he can't bring himself to care quite enough to do anything to stop it. He knows what your next move is before it happens.

And then, in one swift motion you're pressing your lips to his, closing the gap between your bodies. His bare chest pressed to your clothed one, his breath catching in his throat. He feels himself melt into you just as you pull away.

You blink at him, having stepped just slightly backward. Instantly he's wishing you'd come back. Like now that he’s had one taste of you, he can’t fathom going another second without it. Your gaze stays focused on his lips and it makes him feel like jelly, you look like you could devour him and he wants to let you. His eyes search your face rather frantically before he makes a decision.

His hands reach up to cup your face, pulling your lips back to his. He pushes you back easily until you're pressed against the outer wall of the barn, mouthing hungrily at one another beneath the scorching sun. One hand glides up your thigh, rucking up the fabric of your dress as you expose your neck to him, letting him kiss and bite at the tender skin. Tasting the sweat that beads, lapping it away with his tongue like he'd dreamt of doing for weeks.

Then, as if suddenly remembering where he is, he draws back, looking around behind him to ensure no one's there. That typical skittish demeanor creeping back in. One of his hands remains at your hip, his eyes searching yours. His nervousness makes your heart flutter.

“Should we… could we… take this into the barn?” he asks softly, making your lips twist into a small smile.

Wordlessly, you hook two fingers into his belt loops. You walk backwards, pulling him along with you until you’re sheltered inside the building. Instantly, you’re coaxing his face to yours again, pressing your lips to his in an urgent, pleading kiss.

“No one’s gonna catch us,” you murmur against soft lips. “I promise.”

And there’s no way you can be sure of that, he knows it too, but your voice sounds so soothing that he nods in agreement.

He shuts one of the rickety barn doors just to be even safer, leaving the other open for airflow before he lets his lips attach to yours once more. You kiss each other like you’re starving, affection-deprived, and before you know it he's walking you backwards and coaxing you onto the hay bales that rest in the corner. They're stacked in neat, cut rectangles, and you perch your bottom on the top one, letting Jonathan's frame slip between your legs.

The hay is scratchy against the plush backs of your thighs, but it's only a minor annoyance in your current state. A well worth it trade-off for the way Jonathan's hands caress your knees, sliding up your legs until they're pushing up the fabric of your dress. His fingertips are searing against your skin, branding you. Now that you've felt his touch, you can never go back.

Your head spins when he drops to his knees before you, your brain lagging in its attempt to catch up with what's happening. Palms splayed on your thighs, his soft brown eyes gaze up at you, pupils wide with lust. He continues to hike up your dress until it's bunched up at your hips, your pretty cotton panties staring him in the face. An index finger reaches out to flick the tiny pink bow that rests on the waistband, a soft smirk spreading across his kissable mouth.

He leans his face forward, breath fanning out over your clothed core. You flinch, eagerly anticipating his mouth on you. He sticks his tongue out, tentatively allowing it to lick a flat stripe over your panties. Gasping, your hands haphazardly push his hat off of his head, fingers tangling in his damp mop of hair. A strangled whimper clambers from his throat, his lips mouthing at your clothed cunt. The cotton fabric grows more and more moist by the second, his tongue pressing tantalizingly against it, making your back arch.

“Jonny, please—”

His fingers loop beneath the waistband of your underwear at either hip, beginning to tug them down as if to quiet you.

“Shh, angel. Don't have to beg,” he murmurs softly, shifting to bring your legs together momentarily, pulling the small bit of clothing completely off.

Back between your thighs, he eyes your bare pussy hungrily before shifting his gaze up to meet your eyes. “Gonna take such good care of you, like you deserve.”

His mouth presses a soft kiss to your mound, tongue poking out to test the waters; to get its bearings. He licks and sucks experimentally, repeating actions when you moan or whine in favor of one in particular. Perspiration prickles on every inch of your skin, the heat of the growing afternoon coupled with the fiery blaze he's set across your nerve endings making you swelter.

He grows more confident with every second, letting his tongue lick inside of you, collecting the sweetness that pools just for him. He lets out a satisfied grunt, lapping at you ravenously, your fingers pulling roughly on his hair. He seems emboldened by this, spurred on by each tug to his soft locks. Your head tips back, moaning his name at the vaulted ceiling of the barn while he teases your clit with his greedy mouth.

He pauses to take a good look at you, his cheeks beautifully flushed, his body heaving slightly as he catches his breath. The look in his eyes makes it seem like he's trying to commit your every feature to permanent memory.

“Jonathan...” you mewl, letting your hands fall loose from his hair and cradle his face instead.

Your core throbs for him, a deep incessant ache that commands to be quelled. He reads your mind, his desperation matching yours. He rises just enough for his lips to meet yours, letting his tongue slip into your mouth. The sweet tang of your arousal has you moaning into the kiss, your hand reaching down to paw at his crotch through his jeans. You gasp at the bulge that awaits you, his impatient cock pressing against its confines.

He hisses in a pleased sort of agony, the friction so glorious yet not nearly enough. Your fingers work to undo his belt, the clunky metallic buckle falling to the side. He watches you, lips parted, as you unbutton and unzip the dust-covered jeans, pushing them down his thighs. His thin boxers do very little to conceal the shape of his cock, the size catching you off guard. Your delicate palm squeezes it, reveling in the pleased noise that escapes him in response.

“Shit,” you murmur, letting the pad of your thumb roll over the head, precum leaking through the checked fabric.

His body jerks against his will, hips bucking pitifully into your hand. Your hand slips beneath the boxers, mercifully, fingers wrapping around the base of him once his cock is fully free.

You give it a few slow strokes, watching the way his eyes flutter closed. Encouraged, you pump his length faster, the corner of your mouth kicking up when he groans.

“I've - ah - I've wanted this for so long. You have no idea,” he says. “You’re so beautiful. I swear I think about you every day.” His cheeks are rosy, shy with his confession.

“I bet I’ve wanted this just as long as you have,” you reply softly, letting the pad of your thumb swipe over the leaking head of his cock, pearlescent arousal making the motion slick.

He lets out a shuddering breath, his fingers digging hard into your thighs as you tease. You’re entranced by him, your eyes focused in on the deep blush pink of his erection. You can feel saliva collecting in your mouth, your nerve endings vibrating with a desire to taste him.

“Why don’t we switch spots? Come sit here, so I can take care of you,” you murmur, batting your lashes up at him as your fingers gently squeeze his shaft.

His eyelids flutter, the warm brown of his irises rolling back at the touch and at your words. He rises on shaky legs and you follow suit, guiding him to sit on the stacked bales. The perfect makeshift throne for him to sit upon, the perfect spot for you to kneel before him and worship him the way you so badly need to. Your knees touch the dusty ground, the rough barn floor uncomfortable against them. You pay it little mind, however, simply itching to get your lips on the prize that lay before you.

Jonathan looks down at you with his lip tugged slightly between his teeth. His hand brushes hair out of your face, cupping your head gently as you gaze starry-eyed up at him.

His cock twitches as if in a plea, and it draws you to him. You grip the base in one hand, sticking your tongue out flat to collect the pearly white beads of precum that drip from the slit. You make direct eye contact as you lick at him, his body jolting with pleasure at the first touch of your tongue to his most sensitive part. His hands grip at the earthy yellow straw beneath him before finding their way to your hair, conscious of keeping it out of your face.

“Oh, fuck,” he exhales, your soft lips wrapping around him, engulfing him in the warm, wet cavern of your mouth.

You hum, pleased, before beginning to bob your head. Your tongue glides along his shaft, coating him in your saliva. You take him as deep as you can, until there's a pressure at the back of your throat and your eyes water in warning. He groans in spite of himself when you gag, catching himself instantly to ask if you're okay.

You nod wordlessly, cheeks flushing at his sweetness. You want to pull more noises from him, and you continue to take him into your throat so that you gag again. His head is thrown back, cock twitching in your mouth. Your saliva drips down it, pooling at the corners of your mouth and dribbling down your chin. He notices this, wiping at the wetness on your chin with his thumb.

“God damn, Birdie. M-making such a mess,” he stammers, looking down at you with those glorious lust-blown eyes.

You hum around him once more, hollowing your cheeks and sucking. He whines at this, the tendons in his neck straining, putting all of his effort into not spilling down your throat.

“Please,” he pants. “Please let me be inside you.”

Pulling off of his cock, a string of spit connects your bottom lip to his red tip for only a moment before you swipe it away. He's bending down in an instant, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. He grips your face with both hands, a strained noise clawing at his throat when your tongues dance around one another.

He pulls back after a moment, but he does so in a way that makes it seem like it physically pains him to do it. His hands paw at your waist, encouraging you up. You stand, moving between his spread knees. Climbing atop his lap, you can feel yourself throb with anticipation, your body begging to have him fill it.

His rosy cheeks, flushed from both heat and exertion, dimple slightly when he smiles at you. His eyes are flecked with gold from the sunlight that trickles through the slits in the walls, looking at you like you're the most ethereal being he's ever laid eyes on.

His hands hold your hips, bunching up your dress so it pools at the juncture between hip and thigh. You grind yourself on him, your wet heat teasing his cock.

“Oh fuck, you're so perfect,” he murmurs, lips pressed to your hair, his face burying itself at the side of your neck.

A tiny content moan escapes you, your skin ablaze where his lips press to your neck.

“Please, Jonathan,” you whine, rolling your hips again.

“Didn't I say you don't have to beg, sweet girl? I'm right here, do what you want with me,” he says, and this time he's the one who sounds like he might be begging.

Do what you want with me.

Your breaths come out heavy as you raise up just enough to line him up with your entrance, beads of precum dripping down his cock and making your palm slick. He twitches at the contact, his blunt nails digging in to the meat of your ass.

A long, low grumble of a moan slowly leaves his lips the second you guide his tip past your entrance. Your lips part, head thrown back as he slowly pushes deeper inside. The stretch is euphoric, your walls expanding to accommodate him with little resistance.

“Oh, fuck—” Jonathan hisses, tilting his chin to kiss at your jawline.

Outside, you hear the hens clucking contentedly, mourning doves cooing softly from trees. For a fleeting moment you remember the possibility of getting caught, hoping you maintain your privacy at least long enough to finish what you’ve started here.

Your skin is sticky where it touches his, sweat collecting in every crease and crevice. He’s bigger than you had anticipated, and just when you think he can’t possibly have more to give you, he’s pushing in the rest of the way. He grips you tightly as he bottoms out, pressed to the hilt inside of you. You both moan in unison, your hands holding loosely to his shoulders.

He’s still for a moment, eyes pinched shut as his chest heaves with his panting.

“Just— just need a second. Sorry, you feel so fucking good,” he says, willing himself not to finish right here right now. “God dammit, you’re squeezin’ me so tight.”

“Take your time,” you purr softly, simply enjoying the feeling of being so full. You let your hands travel to his neck, thumbs tracing down the column of his throat before reaching his chest. Perspiration beads on his soft skin, pink flush reaching down his neck to his chest.

Slowly, he starts to encourage the movement of your hips. Gripping them firmly, he aids you in finding a good rhythm. You let yourself rock lightly on top of him, his strong arms helping you along and making your head spin. The soft head of his cock presses so deeply inside of you you practically start drooling, unable to stop yourself from bouncing faster.

He doesn’t discourage your increasing pace; instead his head falls back in ecstasy, curses tumbling from his kiss-bitten lips. The quicker you move the tighter his hands seem to grip your hips, fingers digging into the plush skin, sure to leave a sore spot.

You’re drenching him, easing the movements with your arousal, and each slick glide feels better than you could’ve imagined.

“Jonathan, oh my god—” you cry, hands pawing desperately at his bare chest. Your nails drag marks down the soft skin, and he groans in response.

Your body grows fatigued, thighs burning, and he notices the steady slowing of your bouncing. He takes over with ease, wrapping his arms around you and rising to a standing position. You gasp at the different angle, his cock seemingly pressing deeper still, and then you feel your back hit the wall.

He cages you in tight against the wooden slabs, your legs wrapped firmly around his thin waist. Your stomach flips in a new wave of excitement, taking him at this brand new angle. You surrender any control you had, letting him take the reins. He so desperately needs to, to get out all of that pent up frustration from day after day of watching you from afar. Wondering what you’d feel like, sound like, taste like.

Now that he has you like this, pliant and eager, he wants to give every ounce of himself to you.

He doesn’t start slow, doesn’t need to ease into it in this new position like he did at first. His thrusts come hard and fast, sending you reeling. You watch the way the tendons in his neck flex and pull, straining with exertion. He grunts with his effort, little noises escaping in time with each thrust.

He leans in to bite at the lobe of your ear, his face twisting in a sort of growl; a snarl. He’s primal in the way he fills you, claiming you as his in a surge of power he doesn’t typically possess. It’s like a switch has flipped, his shyness and hesitation disappearing. You wonder where this side of him has been hiding, and you can only hope you’ll get to experience it again.

“You feel,” he grunts, gritting his teeth for a fleeting moment as he delivers a particularly harsh thrust. “So fucking good.”

All you can do is moan in response, a high-pitched little sound that spurs him on further. Your nails sink into his back, clawing down the surface, sure to leave marks in their wake. He bites at your bottom lip, tugging on it until you whine.

The sounds your bodies make together are obscene, slippery wet squelching coupled with the slap of skin on skin. If anyone were to walk by, there’d be no doubt about what’s going on.

Every single thrust has you crying out for him, the way he hits that perfect spot inside of you each time making you tremble in his grasp. The pleasure is white-hot, lapping at every inch of your body. You can feel yourself inching closer and closer to your release, and you’re so desperate to have it.

“Jon, ‘m so close,” you whine, barely clinging on to him while he fucks you senseless.

“Ah fuck, yeah? Y’gonna cum for me?” he asks, near breathless as he continues to pound into you. He looks so fucked out and perfect; bangs stuck to his forehead and his eyes heavy-lidded in bliss, watching you carefully.

And the way he asks the question, it sounds like he’s dying for you to finish. Like he’s begging you to clench around his length, squeeze him so tight, drench him with your arousal. Like he can’t possibly believe you’re about to cum for him.

But you are, and with a few more quick and sloppy thrusts of his hips you’re crying out his name; screaming so loud you can hear the birds in the tree outside flutter away in a frenzy.

“Fuck, oh god, oh god,” Jonathan pants, and you’re certain he’s about to lose it as your walls tighten around him in a rhythmic pulsation. “Where can I cum? Where do you want it?”

“Inside, has to be inside,” you whine. “Please.”

You barely get the final word out before you can feel him hurtling to an abrupt halt, hips stilling as he twitches inside of your warm wet cunt. He paints your insides, giving you every possible drop that he has.

“Shit, Birdie,” he says, nearly gasping for air. “You’re unreal. You know that? You’re absolutely incredible.”

You stay panting like that for a while, joined together, your sticky skin against his. He noses at your cheek, pressing soft kisses to it as you try to regain a normal breathing pattern.

He pulls out slowly then, a slippery mess formed where your bodies met. Your legs fall from around his waist, standing up on wobbly limbs that barely contain the strength to support you. His hands reach up to cradle your cheeks, his eyes wild with delight as they search your face.

Your heartbeat still hasn’t quite settled, fluttering rapidly with the way he’s looking at you. Before you can say anything he’s smashing his lips against yours, a slow and passionate kiss that rivals all the others that came before.

It lasts for a while, but you don’t feel like it’s been nearly long enough when he pulls away.

“I don’t want this to be over. I don’t want to act like this never happened,” he says, an almost frantic look in his eyes.

“Jonathan—”

“I want you. And I don’t care what your dad thinks. I want to take you on nice dates, and watch the birds with you, and kiss you like this every single day.”

You feel like your heart may explode, like it’s swelling larger and larger with each of his words.

“I want that, too. We’ll figure this out, okay? I swear,” you reassure him, kissing him again. Pouring all of your affection into him and hoping he feels it.

“Promise me.”

“I promise you. I couldn’t stay away if I wanted to,” you say, smiling lightly. He laughs, pressing his forehead to yours, slick with sweat.

You know it’s time to let him get back to work, but you’re reluctant to end the moment.

“I should really get back to it,” he says bashfully, as if reading your mind and feeling sorry he had to.

“Yeah, you should,” you agree, kissing the backs of both of his hands before letting him pull away.

He redresses while you watch in silent awe, studying the way his body moves. He catches you staring, his cheeks reddening adorably.

Both of you step out of the barn, back into the unforgiving sunlight. You’re about to head inside when you stop yourself, turning on your heel.

“I know you usually go home around four. Could you be back and freshened up around five-thirty?” you ask him.

“Uh, sure. Why?”

“Because, we have a date to go on.”

“Are you sure you—”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life,” you say earnestly, and the grin that breaks out on his face is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. You don’t know what exactly you’re going to say to your dad, but you’ll figure it out.

“Okay. Five-thirty. See you then, Birdie.”

With a little wave, you’re heading back inside. He doesn’t miss the slight wobble in your legs, or the trail of his release that runs down your thigh. And when he hears your dad’s car pull up the drive, he gives him a smug little wave.

What a way to start the day.

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That’s My Girl Pt.2

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**SUMMARY - After rescuing Billy from the Mind Flayer and relocating to Hawkins to be with him, you embrace life with your new family. El showcases her abilities and spies on Billy. Assuming his words of affection were for another girl, you grow distant. Seeking solace, you attend Tommy H's party and drink uncontrollably, only to confront a disturbing figure from your past, Oliver Miller, your recently released from jail, abusive ex boyfriend, prompting Billy to intervene and protect you. Angry Billy, Protective Billy.

**TRIGGER WARNINGS - Heavy Violence, mentions of trauma and abuse, flashbacks of abuse, abusive ex boyfriend, controlling behaviour, swearing, kissing, mentions of drowning, heavy, uncontrollable alcohol use. This fic is not for the faint heart, please proceed with caution. I do not take responsibility if this triggers you, it is your responsibility to read the trigger warnings, they are there for a reason.

WORD COUNT - 8k

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The morning sun filtered through the curtains, painting soft stripes across the rumpled sheets. Last night felt like a dream, a reunion so tender it still tugged at the edges of your heart. You were cocooned against Billy, his arm was a heavy, comforting weight around your waist and the other was propped gently under your head. The air around you was thick with the lingering scent of his unique, almost musky warmth of his skin, a scent you had missed more than words could say.

Billy, on the other hand, seemed to of barely slept. Dark circles smudged above the creases of his under eyes, but they sparkled with an intensity that made your stomach flutter.

As you shifted slightly, his grip tightened almost immediately. You were wearing his white, lifeguard sweater, the faded print barely visible, but the soft cotton was like a second skin. It had ridden up in the night, exposing the curve of your hip and the pale expanse of your back.

Billy's fingers traced a lazy pattern along your spine, each touch sending shivers down your skin. He chuckled softly, a low rumble that vibrated against your ear and you got the feeling that he was teasing you about the sweater. You snuggled closer, burying your face in the crook of his neck, legs wrapped tightly around his torso and arms swung lazily over his broad, muscular shoulders, while you breathed in the familiar scent that had haunted your dreams for so long.

Opening your eyes felt like surfacing from a deep sleep, your eyelids heavy and your mind still hazy with the remnants of dreams. The first thing you saw was Billy's face, his gaze already fixed on you with an adoring expression. There was a tenderness in his eyes that made your heart ache, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken words that hung between you. A slow smile spread across your face, mirroring his own and you knew, in that moment, you’d never leave his side again.

"Good morning, Princess.” Billy said through a warm smile.

“What time is it?” (Y/N) yawned.

Usually, you woke up before Billy, so you were surprised to see him already awake.

"Ten thirty. How’d you sleep?" Billy asked.

Your confused expression melted into a smile.

“So good!” (Y/N) said through a full bodied stretch.

“How did you sleep?” She whispered, while returning the question.

"Perfect.” Billy replied, through a delicate smile that sat softly on his face.

You knew he was lying, his eyes were bloodshot red and his hair was neatly in place. He'd been watching over you for the entire night.

“Mhm.” (Y/N) teased.

“I need to get you to Hopper's today, so you can get settled in. I'll give him the rundown on everything. It's his day off, but he could get called in for work at any point. You can stay here a few more nights after we’ve worked everything out, just until my dad comes home.” Billy explained.

“H- Hopper?" (Y/N) asked with a puzzled look on her face.

"Oh, shit, sorry, uh- El, you remember the girl, from last night with the uh- the- the powers? Hopper's her dad, well, kinda.” Billy clarified.

(Y/N) tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly.

“Kinda?" She questioned.

"It's a long story. He took her in and adopted her, that's all you need to know for now, I’ll explain the rest when you’re settled in.” Billy promised.

The sound of approaching footsteps flooded your ears and just a short second later, Max swung Billy's door open without so much as a courtesy knock.

“(Y/N)” She called, voice low and soft.

“Jesus... What now!" Billy snapped.

(Y/N) playfully pinched Billy's bare chest, silently telling him to be nice to Maxine and turned back to her with a warm smile painted across her face.

“Yeah?” (Y/N) responded.

"Uh- I was wondering if you could help me... I'm having girl problems." She whispered behind the palm of her hand, gesturing for (Y/N) to follow her.

“Yeah, of course! I’ll be right out.” (Y/N) said, voice riddled with concern.

You turned to face Billy, a sudden impulse drawing you closer and gripped his chin between the soft tips of your index and thumb, feeling the slightly rough stubble beneath them. You brought his face forward and kissed him on the cheek a handful of times, each press of your lips a small, deliberate act of affection. Billy lowered his lashes until they eventually fluttered shut as he received them. He felt your palm cradling his face, the soft pressure grounding him in the moment. Feeling your touch, your presence, made him fill with a love that was both overwhelming and indescribable.

“I’m gonna go and help Max and then I’ll get ready, go take a shower, I’ll be done by the time you get out.” (Y/N) said, convincingly.

You unfolded the bedsheets, the crisp cotton rustling softly in the quiet room. Pushing yourself up from Billy’s bed, you felt the slight dip from where you had been laying, the warmth lingering faintly beneath your hand. You stood, the wooden floorboards a sharp, icy cold, shock beneath your bare feet and reached up, you gathered your hair, the strands cool against the back of your neck and quickly tied it into a messy bun, a quick tug and tuck and you were done. You slowly made your way to the door, each footstep echoed faintly in the otherwise silent house and left Billy to his own devices.

You headed for Max’s room. The door was slightly ajar, a slither of light spilling into the hallway. Inside, Max was sat at the edge of her bed, her leg bouncing nervously.

"Hey, Max.” (Y/N) said, her voice soft in the doorway.

“Oh, hey, uh- so here’s the thing, I don’t do all of the thoughts and feelings crap and I know you already know that, but I missed your stupid ass and I wondered if you wanted to hang out with me and El today, just the three of us?" Max asked, her words tumbling out in a rush.

"Thought you were having girl problems, huh?" (Y/N) said with a smile, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“Yeah well, I didn’t wanna ask in front of Billy, he’d of tried to keep you to himself, he’s like a rash, a smelly, annoying rash." Max said, wrinkling her nose in disgust.

“Okay, okay, fine… Let’s do it.” (Y/N) said through a slight chuckle.

“I’ll go and throw some clothes on and then we’ll get outta here, sound good?” (Y/N) questioned.

“Sure.” Max replied, a smile painted across her face.

You rushed back to Billy’s bedroom, a sense of urgency driving your steps. But as you glanced around, reality hit hard, you had no extra clothes with you, nothing, other than the ones you wore last night. And those clothes… they reeked of a smell you couldn’t quite describe, a mix of damp and something vaguely otherworldly, a lingering souvenir from the Mind Flayer, they looked like costume from a bad dream, they had definitely seen better days.

Panic began to settle in. You pivoted sharply, your bare feet sticking and peeling against the wooden floor, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. Every second felt like an eternity as you charged down the hallway, desperate to escape the smell of evil. Reaching Max’s door, you paused, catching your breath before cautiously poking your head inside.

“Uhhh- sooo, I have no clothes.” (Y/N) blurted out, a nervous laugh escaping her lips.

You needed to borrow something, anything, and fast.

Maxine returned your giggles with a playful smile of her own, understanding the urgency in your situation. She scurried over to her wardrobe, a vibrant collection of colors and patterns and began rifling through the hangers. After a moment, she turned heel and greeted you with a pair of well worn denim shorts and a bright yellow t-shirt, the fabric soft and inviting.

"Here, these should work.” Maxine said, handing them to you with a reassuring smile.

"Thank you, thank you, you’re a life saver!" (Y/N) exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine gratitude.

With the borrowed clothes in hand, you darted back to Billy’s room, trying to be as quick as possible against the clock.

Reaching the room, you wasted no time in pulling the t-shirt over your head, the soft cotton a welcome relief against your skin and started tugging the shorts up, the denim clinging to your waist, you felt a sudden presence behind you. Your heart skipped a beat as you snapped back, eyes widening in surprise.

Leaning against the door frame, Billy stood there, a captivating figure against the well lit room. His body was still glistening from the shower, water droplets tracing paths down his perfectly toned muscles, highlighting the sculpted contours of his chest and arms. His hair, usually a wild mane of unruly waves and a riot of volume, was now a look of defined spirals that clung close to his head, almost dry from the rough towelling.

A soft, white towel was draped casually around his neck, adding to the effortless allure of his presence. He was wearing his signature black shorts, the ones he always wore to work out in, the dark fabric complimenting him perfectly against his sun kissed skin.

A moment of silence hung in the air, broken only by the sound of your own ragged breathing. His gaze was intense, unwavering and filled with an undeniable admiration. A subtle smile played on his lips as he spoke, his voice a low, husky murmur that sent shivers down your spine.

"You're beautiful.” He stated simply, the words carrying a weight that resonated deep within you.

You offered Billy a shy smile and a quiet ‘thank you’ before crossing the space between you. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you looked up as he framed your face with his large, warm palms.

“So, I uh- I’m going to spend the day with Max and El. That okay?" (Y/N) questioned.

Billy scoffed playfully.

“Jesus, that little shit's obsessed with you. You’ve barely been here two minutes and she's already trying to take you from me.” He said, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Soooo… That a yes?" (Y/N) pressed.

"Sure, whatever. I'll hang with Tommy while I wait. Just call me when you're ready. Max knows the number, you'll be fine." He reassured.

"Okay, yeah." (Y/N) replied, unable to suppress an excited grin.

"But we’re talking to Hopper first. I need to make sure you have a place to stay when my dad gets back." Billy's tone brooked no argument.

"Okay, Billy.” (Y/N) agreed easily.

Moving to Hawkins hadn't been on your radar. Back in California, you had a solid group of friends, nights blurring into mornings with parties and laughter, a deliberate escape from the fractured reality of your life. You'd lived with your friend, Tiffany Anderson, for years, ever since your parents got divorced and had left you adrift. The move wouldn't raise any eyebrows or cause concern. You were used to relying only on yourself, Billy knew that.

He dressed quickly, sticking to his signature denim on denim look, his commitment to it almost consistent. A denim jacket with equally favoured denim jeans, the texture of both pieces slightly worn but undeniably stylish. He paired the look with his black boots, that clearly showed signs of age but still looked great and grounded the outfit, while the black belt, its buckle understated, cinched at his waist and finally, beneath the layers of denim, a crisp white tank top completed the look.

Seeing Billy in his usual attire sparked an idea. You remembered that you couldn't wear his denim jacket from the night before because it needed a good, long wash… Either that or it needed to be tossed in the trash.

"Can I borrow another jacket? Mine, well… Yours, still smells like shit, it’s bad. From last night, I mean.” (Y/N) joked, hoping he wouldn't mind.

“Yeah, sure, don't need to ask me, baby. Help yourself next time.” Billy said casually.

He grabbed another denim jacket from his wardrobe, one he hadn't worn in a while since he'd outgrown it and slipped it over your shoulders.

Looking up at him after thanking him, you blurted out a very quick, "I love you, Billy."

Billy met your gaze directly and then latched hungrily onto your lips, his tongue swirled against yours for a good few seconds, followed by a playful nibble at your bottom lip. He pulled away gently, a wide smile lighting up his face along with your own.

“I love you too, baby.” He responded softly. "Come on, let's go before we miss Hop, you can keep the jacket.” He finished.

You quickly pulled over and laced up your white Converse shoes and hurried down the hallways and into Max's room.

“You ready?" (Y/N) asked, after knocking lightly on the door.

"I was born ready.” Max replied, a phrase she used quite frequently before opening the door and stepping out to meet you.

The three of you made your way towards the front door, you and Maxine sharing giggles that echoed slightly in the confined space of the thin hallway. Billy trailed behind, a soft scoff escaping his lips, not because he was angry at your enjoyment, but from a yearning to reclaim the time lost during your year apart. Today, your first day back with him, felt as though Maxine had unknowingly stolen the time he could’ve had with you.

Billy held the door open, gesturing for you and Maxine to pass him. As you did, a sharp, playful slap landed on your rear, eliciting a quick turn of your head in surprise. Your jaw hit the floor and your eyes pierced through his. Billy's smirk was full of mischief as he shut the door behind him. The three of you hurried down the weathered steps and settled into the plush leather seats of Billy’s car.

“Ready?" Billy asked, tucking a cigarette between his lips.

A chorus of approvals followed.

“Yeah.” (Y/N) replied, with Maxine adding an impatient, "Yes, go!"

With a flick of his lighter, the cigarette was lit, Billy turned the key in the ignition and the engine roared to life, filling the air with its powerful vibrations. Shifting the car into gear, Billy navigated the streets at a reckless speed and headed for Hopper’s place.

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“It’s nicer inside, I promise.” You heard Max say as the three of you fixed your gaze onto Hoppers cabin.

Billy looked over at you in the passenger seat.

“It’s temporary, I promise.” He reassured.

The car crunched to a halt on the gravel. You climbed out, leaves rustling below you and headed for the front door, Billy guiding you and Max trailing behind. The old wooden steps of Hopper's cabin groaned and creaked with every footstep. Before Billy could even raise his hand to knock, the door swung inward, revealing Hopper's imposing figure.

“Hargrove.” He greeted, his voice a low rumble, "what brings you here?" He finished.

A flicker of excitement lit up El's face as she peered from behind him, her eyes locked onto you.

“(Y/N)!" She exclaimed, waving with excitement.

You returned her smile, a sense of nervous anticipation swirling inside you.

“Got a minute?" Billy asked Hopper, a hint of urgency in his voice.

“Sure, but make it quick. I'm on a tight schedule, it’s supposed to be my day off.” Hopper replied with a slight huff, his gaze shifting between Billy, you and Maxine.

After a hurried explanation from Billy and El, Hopper's stern expression softened. He relented, agreeing to let you stay with them and take you in as one of his own. Questions about your parents and previous living situations hung in the air, but upon understanding your circumstances, a sense of protectiveness washed over him. He saw someone in need of a home, just like El.

El, meanwhile, was overjoyed at the thought of having a sister, a normal, sister, someone new to share her life with, someone she could trust.

A visible weight lifted off of Billy's shoulders as he gave you a reassuring nod, a silent promise of safety.

El, bubbling with excitement, grabbed yours and Maxine’s hands, pulling you towards her room. As you stepped inside, a wave of nervousness hung over you, but a shout from Billy stopped you in your tracks.

“Hey, call me when you're ready to leave, okay?" He said firmly.

“Yeah, sure, see ya later.” (Y/N) replied, offering a small smile.

A fleeting pang of disappointment crossed Billy's face as he realized he wouldn't receive a proper goodbye, your usual kiss on his cheek and a tight hug, but he masked it with a nod, understanding your eagerness to bond with your new sister.

Hopper, after a few more passing words with Billy, announced that he had to leave for work. Promising to be on your best behavior, you watched him disappear into the woods, heading for his truck, leaving you alone with El and Max.

An hour passed in a flurry of conversation, as you delved into the depths of El's life in Hawkins. But El's attention soon drifted, her thoughts consumed by Mike, her now ex boyfriend. Max, too, was grappling with a recent breakup with Lucas, the aftermath of a petty argument.

“Oh, don't worry about it.” Max said, trying to lighten the mood. "He'll come crawling back to you in no time, begging for forgiveness. I guarantee you, he and Lucas are probably wallowing in self pity, going, 'Ohhh, I hope they take us back.'" She giggled. “God, what I'd give to see their stupid faces.” Maxine added.

Max's attempt at humor fell flat as El's eyes widened, an idea forming in her mind. You and Maxine exchanged a silent, questioning look before turning back to El.

Seizing the opportunity, El grabbed the old radio, its static filling the room and blindfolded herself. With a deep breath, she focused her powers, attempting to tap into the world of Lucas and Mike.

“Is this really going to work?" Max asked, skepticism lacing her voice.

"Holy shit, this is insane!" She exclaimed, but El quickly silenced her.

“Max!” She hissed.

“Right yeah, got it, quiet.” Max replied.

For a few minutes, the room was filled with nothing but the crackling of the radio and El's focused concentration, but soon after, giggles erupted as she relayed snippets of Mike and Lucas’s conversation, followed by their gross, typical, boy behaviour.

“Oh, wait, spy on Billy!" Max exclaimed, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she looked in your direction.

Eleven nodded her head in silence and focused for the second time and a thin, trickle of blood escaped from her nostril.

“What’s he doing?” Maxine asked followed by uncontrollable giggles that escaped your lips.

“He’s… Talking. To a- a boy.” El said, her brow furrowed in concentration under the soft fabric of the blindfold.

You knew it was Tommy H. Billy had already told you he’d be spending his time with him until he picked you up. But a strange pang of… something… resonated in your chest.

“What’s he saying?” (Y/N) asked, trying to sound casual.

“He wanted, to spend, the day with her… but. It. Is. Not. Fair on (Y/N).” El said, parroting Billy’s words, her eyes darting around under her eyelids as if the words themselves were moving objects.

“What, who? Me?” (Y/N) asked, glancing over at Max in confusion.

Max shrugged, the same confused look on your face, now on hers.

“I think so, I don’t know.” She said.

“He says, he did. Not. Think. That he was ca- capable of feeling like this again. She. Changed. Everything.” Eleven continued, her voice strained.

El lowered the blindfold and looked straight at you, her expression unreadable.

“What. Is. Capable?” El asked.

“It means power, like he didn’t know he had the power to feel like this again.” Max blurted out, a little too quickly. “What was that about?” She asked you, her eyes searching your face for an answer.

“I don’t know.” (Y/N) responded, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them.

Another half hour passed. You all made Eggo’s and started to watch a movie. Billy's words echoed in your mind, stirring a confusing mix of emotions and Max, kept glancing over at you with a knowing look in her eyes.

“Hey, why don’t we uh… Why don’t we go to the mall? Get you some new clothes? Anddd, I heard Tommy H is having a party at his place tonight. You should go, get to know everyone, make friends.” She stated, a little too brightly.

“We- are, her friends.” El said, her voice laced with a hint of anger and jealousy. She didn’t like the idea of sharing you with anyone else.

“Yes, we are, but we’re practically sisters too. She needs to meet people her own age.” Max said, her tone softening.

Hopper knew Maxine was coming over and had already put a sum of money in the cupboard under the sink, just in case her and El decided to go somewhere. You had your own money too, the money you entered Hawkins with. It wasn’t much but it was enough to get you from A to B. You’d taken it from your old denim jacket and stuffed it into your new one before you left his house. So, you were more than prepared to go to the mall.

The journey began with a dash to catch the departing bus. A flurry of laughter and shared excitement filled the brief ride until finally, Star Court Mall emerged into view, signaling the start of an exciting outing.

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The hours you spent at the mall evaporated in a flurry of fabric and laughter. You'd managed to score a couple of new outfits and something perfect for Tommy H's party tonight. Max and El, on the other hand, had stocked up on snacks and sweets, but they hadn't neglected their own wardrobes, each selecting a stylish outfit for the both of them.

The three of you pooled the last of your funds for a bus journey back home, where Hopper, having left work early, greeted you with a warm smile as you entered. You were the last to be welcomed and as you stepped inside, Hopper turned to you.

“Hey kid, settling in okay?" He asked, his eyes filled with genuine concern.

A warmth bloomed within you, a sensation unfamiliar and comforting. You'd never known a father figure before and the feeling was both new and welcome.

“Yes, thankyou.” (Y/N) responded, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

“Is it okay if I call my friend? Just to let her know I'm okay?" (Y/N) inquired, gesturing towards the wall mounted telephone.

“Sure kid, it’s right there.” He replied, pointing towards the wall and turning back to the tv.

You picked up the receiver and punched in the familiar digits. Your friend, Tiffany, answered almost immediately and the next five minutes dissolved in a burst of excited chatter. You gave her your new home's phone number and she promised to stay in touch. Tiffany's hatred towards Billy was more than clear and she strongly disapproved of your decision to leave her and your friendship behind for him. The call ended abruptly and you turned back to Hopper, a knot of anxiety tightening in your stomach.

“Everything okay?" He asked, his brow furrowed slightly.

“Yeah, uh, could I maybe get a ride, back to Billy's place?" (Y/N) asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I thought he was picking you up?" He replied, his gaze questioning.

“Yeah, uh, plans kinda changed.” (Y/N) said, avoiding his eyes.

“Yeah, sure kid, come on.” He agreed, his tone softening.

He rose from his seat, finished the last of his beer and grabbed the keys to his truck, opening the door and waiting for you to pass him.

“See ya later, wish me luck!" (Y/N) called out to El and Maxine, a nervous energy bubbling within her.

“I'll be back soon, you won't even notice I'm gone. Max, I'll take you home in an hour.” Hopper added, his voice firm but reassuring.

And with that, the two of you were gone and the rumble of the truck engine faded into the distance.

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Back at Billy's, the dress you'd chosen along with heels, for Tommy H's party were sprawled across Billy’s bed, the other options left behind at home. You'd let yourself in through his window, a familiar act he wouldn't mind, though you knew you should have probably given him a heads up first.

You began shedding your old clothes and slipping into the new ones, the tight, black mini dress that molded to your figure almost perfectly. Suddenly, you heard the distinct growl of Billy's Camaro rushing down the street and pulling up outside.

You were stood in front of Billy's mirror, putting the final touches on your hair, when you heard him enter the house. His boots echoed down the hallway, a loud, thud that grew louder with each step until he stepped into his room.

“Jesus, (Y/N)! What are you doing here? Why didn't you call me? I've been waiting for hours.” Billy exclaimed, his voice laced with confusion and annoyance.

Assuming his words that El had repeated back to you were meant for someone else, you ignored him, focusing on your reflection. You decided on a half up half down hairstyle, with two strands left to fall that framed your face.

“Hey, do you hear me? I said-" Billy reached out, palm up and hand open as he gently aimed for your arm, only to be cut off swiftly.

You brushed past him before he could make contact and grabbed the little black heels from his bed, slipping them on and buckling them up at a quick pace.

Billy’s eyes shifted to his bed, noticing the bag that you put Max’s clothes back into.

“Did you go to the mall?" He asked, his tone switching to curiosity.

Again, you ignored him and his frustration grew.

“At least tell me what you're getting all dressed up for.” He pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation.

"I'm going out, Billy. Give it a rest.” (Y/N) spat, her voice sharp.

He sighed and ran his palm that was now covered in sweat, over his face.

“Where? Wit- With Who?” He pressed, his questions tumbling out in a rush.

You scoffed and pushed yourself off of Billy’s bed, straightening your posture as you did it.

“Billy, stop.” (Y/N) demanded, her voice firm.

You snapped around and headed out of the bedroom, your heels clicking against the creaky, wooden floorboards and Billy trailing close behind.

"What the fuck is going on with you, Huh?" He demanded an answer, his voice rising in anger.

Remembering Max's directions, you knew Tommy H's house was within walking distance, even in the heels you were wearing. You opened the front door, the hinges groaning slightly and stepped out into the evening air.

"Jesus, are you at least going to call me when you need a ride this time?" Billy called out, his voice laced with sarcasm and worry.

"I'm not coming back here, Billy. I'm going back home. I'll see you when I see you, I guess.” (Y/N) replied, her words dismissive.

You started walking away from Billy's house, the sound of your heels crunching against the sidewalk echoed in the quiet street. Anger at your boyfriend lingered, but his number, memorised from your California days, was the only number in Hawkins that you knew, you’d have to call him for a ride at some point, you knew that, but Billy didn’t, he assumed your new father, would pick you up and take you home.

"When will I see you again?" He shouted after you, his voice filled with uncertainty.

Again, you offered no response and continued your walk, leaving Billy standing in the doorway alone, his expression a mix of confusion and hurt until finally, he snarled and slammed the door shut. He wanted to rush after you, to stop you in your tracks and demand answers, but he also wanted to give you the space, not only that, he had to wait in for Maxine to get home.

The walk to Tommy H's stretched on for what felt like an eternity, clocking in at a solid twelve minutes. As you neared the house, the thrumming bass of the music intensified, a strong vibration that spilled out onto the street. You paused, a flicker of doubt crossing your mind , the attraction of retreating home was strong. But you plucked up the courage, straightened your shoulders and headed for the front door.

Upon entering, an unfamiliar face greeted you.

"Hey, (Y/N), you're Billy's girlfriend, right? The new girl in Hawkins? I'm Nancy, Nancy Wheeler, Mike's sister.” She said softly, her tone warm and welcoming.

“Oh, yeah, hey! It's so nice to finally meet you, I've heard so much about you!" (Y/N) replied, genuinely pleased.

"All good things, I hope.” Nancy said with a smile, her eyes briefly scanning your outfit. "You look amazing. Let's get you something to drink." She added.

Nancy smoothly guided you through the crowded living room, introducing you to a few of her friends. Among them was Steve Harrington, recently single after his breakup with Nancy in favor of Jonathan Byers. Steve's eyes lingered on you, a moment longer than necessary, a spark of interest flickering within them. As the night progressed, you found yourself drawn to Steve's easygoing charm and quick wit. Laughter flowed freely between you, and you discovered a shared sense of humor that felt instantly comfortable. A connection sparked and a bond was instantly formed. In that moment, amidst the pulsating music and swirling bodies, you and Steve silently acknowledged that you had found a new best friend in each other. Although Steve had a crush on you the second he laid his eyes on you.

You tossed back the last of your oddly sweet drink and allowed Steve to lead you back onto the makeshift dance floor.

Steve was aware of your relationship with Billy. Infact, everyone in Hawkins knew. During your time in California, Billy had made it clear to anyone who dared show interest that he was still devoted to you, that no one could ever replace you in his heart, but it didn’t stop Steve from spending more time with you, it was a connection he couldn’t ignore, even if he couldn’t ever, address it.

Just as you were about to flag Nancy down for a refill, a voice cut through the music, calling your name.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N), it's for you." A slightly sweaty individual thrust the cordless phone into your hand.

Your face tightened and scrunched with annoyance as you snatched the receiver, holding it to your ear.

“Billy, I told you-“ (Y/N) began, but a voice on the other end swiftly cut her off.

"Heyyyy, pretty lady."

A cold dread washed over you, constricting your throat. A knot of fear twisted in your stomach, mirroring the one that tightened in your chest.

"Wh-who is this?" (Y/N) asked, her voice barely a whisper.

"Come onnn, you know who I am…" The voice was laced with a chilling familiarity. "Thought you could get away from me, huh? Lock me up and throw away the key?" The words hung in the air, heavy with menace and the party atmosphere seemed to fade away, leaving you standing alone in a spotlight of terror.

Oliver Miller.

He was your first boyfriend, before there was Billy, there was Oliver.

Oliver had been in jail for the past three years due to his abusive behavior towards you, his sister, and his own mother. His animosity towards women was evident throughout his many relationships.

After a six month period, his relationship with you ended when he was taken into custody, marking the final instance of physical violence against you. Billy, aware of Oliver's actions, harbored a desire for retribution but was unable to act due to Oliver's imprisonment. Billy vowed severe consequences should Oliver ever be released.

“What do you want, Oliver, how did you get this number, how’d you know where I am.” (Y/N) questioned, voice laced with fear.

Until suddenly, everything clicked into place.

Tiffany's betrayal cut deep. Spitefully, she revealed your new location in Hawkins to Oliver, choosing to inflict pain for your choice of Billy over her. Tiffany's call to your home was answered by El, whom she manipulated with a false urgency, extracting your whereabouts at Tommy's place. Max's unwitting shout of the number and address sealed your fate.

"See you soon, pretty girl.” Oliver's voice lingered in your mind, a chilling promise.

Uncertain if he was truly nearby, you initially dismissed the threat. The distance to Hawkins seemed impossible, a full day and night's journey. Besides, you reasoned, your new father was the chief of police and Billy, despite your unresolved doubts, would undoubtedly defend you.

Seeking solace, you retreated to the kitchen, each step triggering a fresh wave of painful flashbacks. You poured one drink after another, the alcohol numbing the edges of your fear. Half an hour blurred by and you stumbled, losing your balance against the counter. You were way over your limit, but just as you braced for a fall, strong arms encircled you. You tilted your head to face the person who just helped you and there he was…

Oliver.

Disbelief clashed with terror. How could he be here so soon? Where was he staying? From where had he called? How did he find you? Panic seized you, your heart hammering against your ribs, your breath catching in ragged gasps. Tears streamed down your face as he lifted you into his arms, carrying you out into the garden in an attempt to get you to catch your breath, before explaining his presence.

After a few frozen moments outside, you managed to steady your breathing enough to understand his words, though each inhale still hitched with suppressed panic.

“So, where’s Billy, huh? Your little boyfriend not here to protect you?” He chuckled, the sinister sound grating against your raw nerves.

“You know he’d beat your ass if he was, Oliver.” (Y/N) stated, trying to project a confidence she didn't feel. It was a desperate attempt to regain control, to remind him and herself of her strength.

“Hey!” He shouted, his grip tightening on your arm, the sudden force pulling you uncomfortably close. The pressure was a sharp, painful reminder of his physical dominance.

The flashbacks crashed over you again, a tidal wave of traumatic memories. Each detail, each sensation, flooded your senses and your eyes welled up for the second time, blurring your vision. A cruel smirk played on Oliver’s lips as he witnessed your distress.

“Oh, I’m sorry, am I scaring you?” He said sarcastically, his tone dripping with false concern. It was a calculated move, designed to undermine your resolve and increase your fear.

“Let go, Oliver, please.” (Y/N) pleaded, the words barely a whisper. Her voice trembled, betraying the depth of her vulnerability.

Oliver’s grip remained tight, his gaze locked onto yours, his eyes like cold, predatory stones. He got off on your fear and drew power from your helplessness.

“You didn’t think I’d find you, huh?” He questioned, his voice a low, menacing rumble.

“Why are you so bothered about me? Why not someone else?” (Y/N) asked, the words tumbling out in a desperate rush.

You sought any explanation, any reason to break through his obsession.

“Because you, belong, to me.” He hissed, each word a possessive claim, a brand burned into your soul.

“No. I, belong, to Billy.” (Y/N) retorted through gritted teeth, the defiance a fragile shield against his increasing control. It was a declaration of independence, a refusal to surrender yourself to his twisted desires.

The comment made Oliver’s blood boil to an extreme temperature, he shoved you against the brick wall of Tommy H’s house with a force that felt like a battering ram and seized a fistful of your hair, sending you crashing down to the ground. Your face slammed against the floor, the impact so violent that a sharp, sickening pop resonated from your nose. Agony erupted as blood flooded your senses, swirling your vision and choking your gasps. A scream, born of sheer terror, clawed its way out of your throat, a desperate plea in the face of unimaginable horror.

“Nancy, Steve!” You cried out, voice cracking as you did.

Oliver loomed over you, his shadow swallowing you whole as his hands clamped onto your face. His grip was tight, unescapable, enough to leave a burning, florid imprint on your skin. You were trapped, a helpless puppet in his cruel game.

“Now you listen to me and you listen to me good, you bitch-“ Oliver, foaming at the mouth with anger, was abruptly cut off as Steve, with a surge of adrenaline, yanked him away from you and slammed him against the floor.

Before Oliver could react, Tommy H was there, adding his weight to Steve's, making sure Oliver stayed pinned in place.

The screams tore from your throat as Nancy wrapped her arms tightly around you.

“Oh my God, (Y/N), are you okay? Someone, please, call Billy, NOW!" She urged, her voice laced with panic.

"Get off me!" Oliver yelled, his voice muffled.

Steve, fueled by anger, silenced Oliver with a sharp punch to the jaw. He and Tommy H dragged him well away from you and across the other end of the garden, the sound of his clothes scraped against the concrete along with his groans that filled the sudden silence, they created a safe distance between you and your attacker.

Moments later, the roar of Billy's Camaro echoed through the entire house and garden. He burst in, slamming the door against the wall on entry, unsure of the situation, only knowing that you were hurt. Billy moved through the house as quickly as he could, his breaths heavy and uneven.

“(Y/N)!" He called out, his voice filled with urgency.

“Over here.” Nancy responded.

Billy snapped his head to the sound and burst through the towering glass doors, his haste evident. He scanned the frost kissed garden, the manicured hedges and empty flowerbeds, bare under the night sky. His eyes darted around until he spotted you, nestled in Nancy's arms on the unforgivingly cold ground. A wave of relief washed over his face, quickly followed by a surge of concern. He rushed towards you, his footsteps quickening as he closed the distance.

Reaching your side, he knelt, his breath misting in the bitter air. He reached out, his hand hovering for a moment before gently touching your arm. His gaze flicked between you and Nancy, seeking answers. The air was thick with unspoken tension, the stillness broken only by Billy's ragged breaths and the distant gusts of wind. The weight of the situation hung heavy.

Billy’s eyes fell to the pool of blood that spread across the floor. He looked down at you, your face streaked with tears and fear, your hands clutching your nose, blood seeping through your fingers. Your new dress was ruined, your skin stained and your hair matted. You finally looked up to meet Billy’s gaze and lunged forward into his arms, seeking safety in his embrace. Confusion clouded Billy's eyes. You sobbed, gasping for air against his chest and he held you close, while cradling your head.

“Baby… Who, the fuck, did this to you? Huh, Tell me.” He demanded, gently pulling your head back.

You coughed and took in a shaky breath.

“O-Oliver, he's here, Billy, he's here.” (Y/N) cried, fear gripping her voice.

“Who? A guy hurt you? A guy, did this to you?” Billy's said, his voice edged with fury.

“Oliver Miller, my ex, he's out of jail and he's here.” (Y/N) managed to say.

Billy released you instantly and turned, ready to hunt down and confront Oliver, only to see him right there in front of him, laid on the ground, pinned down by Tommy H and Steve Harrington. There he was, the man he had fantasised about unleashing his darkest thoughts onto, for countless nights.

Billy stormed over, fuelled by pure, uncontrollable anger radiating off of him like heat from a furnace. His eyes, usually a vibrant blue, were now dark pools of fury, that reflected the rage within.

“Motherfucker!" He roared, the word tearing through the air like a jagged shard of glass.

Without hesitation, Billy's boot connected with Oliver's stomach, the force of the blow causing Oliver to double over instantly, a strangled cough escaping his lips. Steve and Tommy, sensing the volatile situation, wisely retreated, creating a buffer of space around the unfolding violence. Billy, relentless, continued his assault, each kick a brutal punctuation mark in his furious rant. Finally, he knelt, seizing Oliver by the scruff of his neck.

“You think you can lay your hands on my fucking girl?" He hissed, his voice a venomous whisper that promised unspeakable pain.

Billy unleashed a series of hard blows, each one a hammer strike against Oliver's face. Over and over, the punches landed with sickening thuds, an unstoppable barrage of torture. No one dared to intervene, paralyzed by the sheer intensity of Billy's rage. Even you, usually the voice of reason, found yourself rooted to the spot, unable to break through the fiery, red haze of his fury. He kept punching Oliver, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing in the tense silence, until he suddenly stopped and stood up. He bent down, grabbing Oliver by the collar and dragged him towards the shimmering surface of the pool. With a grunt, he rolled Oliver onto his front and plunged his head into the cool water.

“You like abusing women, huh? Makes you feel tough?" Billy spat, holding Oliver's head just above the surface for a torturous moment before dunking it back under.

Bubbles erupted from the depths as Oliver desperately fought for air, his limbs flailing weakly. Billy yanked him out, rolling him onto his back, Oliver coughing up water as it spilled from the corners of his mouth.

“I get it, I. I. I get it, man, just- just stop, okay.” Oliver pleaded, his voice trembling with fear and pain.

“Stop? You want me to stop? Did you stop when my girl asked you to? Huh?" Billy roared, punctuating his words with several more brutal punches to Oliver's face.

A quick glance, a silent exchange that passed between Steve and Tommy, a mutual understanding dawning in their eyes. They knew that if they didn't act fast, Oliver might not survive, and Billy, would face the grim consequences of his actions. The duo rushed forward, grabbing Billy and dragging him away from Oliver's battered body.

“No! Let go!” He screamed, his body writhing against their hold.

“Billy!" (Y/N) called out, her voice laced with desperation.

He snapped his head towards you, his eyes momentarily clearing, replaced by a flicker of recognition.

“Please stop, that's enough now.” (Y/N) pleaded, her voice soft but firm.

The fight seemed to drain out of Billy as he rushed towards you, scooping you into his arms as if you were a lifeline. He turned to Tommy, his face hardening once more.

“Deal with him.” He ordered, before carrying you away through the gate at the back.

And with that, Tommy had Oliver pinned and Steve, ever the responsible one, had already contacted the authorities. The wail of sirens grew louder, piercing the night as police cars arrived on the scene. You were now safely nestled in Billy's lap, the soft blanket a small comfort against the lingering fear. Billy's Camaro seemed like a haven as he held you tightly.

Hopper arrived with the urgency of a man who loved you. He crouched at the car door, his eyes searching yours for any sign of lasting harm.

"What the hell happened here, (Y/N)? Hey, kid, look at me. I’m here, okay? Tell me what happened." His voice, though laced with anger, was grounded in a deep well of concern.

For the next fifteen minutes, you recounted the events, each word a painful reminder of the terror you had just experienced. Hopper listened very closely, his pen scratching furiously against his notepad. With each detail, his expression darkened, his protective instincts rising to the surface.

Finally, after quite some time, Oliver was led away in handcuffs. Hopper, his face grim, turned back to you.

“I’m going to put him in jail for as long as I possibly can.” He vowed, his voice low and dangerous. "I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure he’s in the worst place imaginable."

A glimmer of hope flickered within you.

“Can you really do that?" (Y/N) asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Hopper's eyes hardened with determination.

“I can do anything I want, kid. I’m chief of police… Take her away from here, Billy, far away. Get her cleaned up. Bring her home in the morning when I’m back. I’m going to make sure this little..." He paused, struggling to contain his rage. "I’m going to make sure he gets what’s coming to him. Go.” He finished, his voice softening slightly as he looked at you.

Billy, his jaw tight with suppressed anger, gave Hopper a thankful nod. He carefully settled you into the passenger seat, his bloody and bruised hand lingering on yours for a moment before starting the engine.

As he drove away, Billy held your hand tightly, his silent presence a reassuring anchor in the storm of emotions swirling within you. The rhythmic hum of the Camaro and the steady pressure of his hand were the only things that were keeping the darkness at bay.

——————————————————————————-

Arriving at Billy’s, he carried you through the front door, down the hallway, and into his bedroom, cradled in his arms. The scent of his familiar cologne mixed with the metallic tang of blood filled your senses. He sat you upright on the edge of his bed, the worn fabric of his blanket soft against your legs. Billy rushed to the bathroom, his footsteps echoing in the sudden silence, and returned with Susan’s first aid kit. He tried to be as quiet as possible with Max being asleep in her bedroom. Kneeling at your feet, his eyes were filled with a concern that warmed you despite the throbbing pain in your face.

“This is going to sting a little, alright sweetheart?” He said, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it.

He took out an alcohol wipe, the sterile smell sharp in the air, and began gently wiping away the blood from your nose. Each touch sent a fresh wave of pain through you, and you winced, tears streaming down your face.

“Do you still love me?” (Y/N) blurted out, the question laced with insecurity.

Billy paused, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“What, why wouldn’t I, baby?” He questioned, his voice thick with a hint of hurt.

“We spied on you, Mike and Lucas too, but Eleven heard you say that you wanted to spend the day with someone else and that it wasn’t fair on me, that you didn’t think you were capable of feeling like this again an-“ Billy cut you off, his hands gently framing your face.

“No, no, baby, no! I was saying that about you! I wanted to spend the day with you, but I knew it wouldn’t be fair to keep you to myself when I knew you wanted to hang out with Max and Eleven. And I told Tommy I didn’t think I’d feel like this again because I never thought I would. Then you came back and changed it all, all of it was about you, baby, every word, you. No one else, never anyone else.” He reassured, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt.

Tears welled in your eyes, relief washing over you in a tidal wave.

“I thought tha-“ (Y/N) started, but he wouldn’t let her finish.

“No, don’t ever think that again. I love you, only you, do you understand me?” He asked, his voice firm but tender.

You nodded, unable to speak past the lump in your throat. Billy leaned in, landing a soft kiss on your lips, careful to avoid contact with your nose. The kiss was a silent promise, a reassurance that cut through all the noise and doubt.

He continued to clean up the blood from your face and neck, his touch gentle and soothing until finally, he guided you to the bathroom, the cool tile a sudden shock to the warmth you felt under the bridges of your feet. The water turned a shocking red, a miniature whirlpool carrying away the last remnants of the fight down the drain. He dried you off with a soft towel, his eyes never leaving yours, and then carried you back to his bedroom.

The room was lit by the lamp that stood tall next to the bedside table, along with the overhead light, casting long shadows that danced on the walls. He helped you undress, his fingers brushing against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. He gently guided you into one of his oversized shirts, the fabric soft and familiar against your skin as it swallowed your frame.

Billy pivoted and started to undress himself, his movements slow and deliberate, until he was stripped down to only his shorts. He turned off the overhead light, leaving only the warm glow of the lamp, knowing you wouldn’t want to sleep in complete darkness tonight and settled beside you, pulling you close until you were pressed tightly against his chest.

“You’re okay, baby, I’m here, okay, I got you.” He reassured.

Billy played with your hair, his fingers tracing patterns on your scalp until your eyes fell heavy.

“I love you, baby, I love you so much.” He whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

“I love you too, Billy.” (Y/N) responded, her voice barely audible.

Shortly after, you fell into a deep sleep, safe and secure against Billy’s chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a peaceful slumber. Billy stayed awake for most of the night, his eyes scanning the room, his mind racing, going over and over the same part of the night, but staying alert to any sign that you might need him. He was your protector, your safety blanket, and he would do anything he could to keep you safe, Infact, there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do, to make that happen.

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nice to each other - steve harrington.

it was summer, and it was casual, wasn't it?

steve harrington x fem | 3k words | inspired by nice to each other by olivia dean

A friend of a friend of someone she had known in high school, that was all Steve Harrington was to her. They weren’t friends, they had maybe spoken in history class once or twice when Steve had spun around and asked to borrow a pen but nothing more than that. And after high school, she had forgotten he had ever existed, and as had he done with her. 

It wasn’t out of malice or any heated feelings between the two but rather the fact they were each only just another classmate, someone they went to school with. They didn’t know each other but that didn’t really matter, not in the grand scheme of their lives.

Hawkins wasn’t where she wanted to spend her life, never mind her summer break at that. But college was fleeting, and sure Chicago was starting to feel like home but she would always have to return back home, to Hawkins, between semesters despite how she yearned to stay in the city. Although, with her back pressed against Steve Harrington’s kitchen counter and his hands gripping her waist, pulled flush against his body, the dread she had felt about coming home had suddenly vanished.

The barren town of Hawkins she had worked so hard to escape from didn’t seem so bad when Steve Harrington, King of Hawkins High, had changed. He was softer around the edges now, hair mussed with less hairspray and less effort; he let her hands pull through it, twirling around her fingertips, in any way she wanted. He wouldn’t have dared let anyone near him in high school, but he was different. 

He spoke to her now, he wanted to spend time with her, but he knew his high school hadn’t paid more than two thoughts to her. 

And so, when she was home for summer and a friend of a friend had mentioned Steve Harrington was hosting a party with the reason being lost in translation, she found herself with nothing better to do that night. She lingered between the rooms, floating in and out of conversations with different people she knew from growing up together, until she stumbled upon Eddie Munson in the kitchen.

Unlike her lack of a friendship with Steve, she had been somewhat familiar with Eddie; very loosely friends in high school. At least he thought so, she would’ve argued differently, when he wrapped his arms tightly around her in a hug as he spouted how much he missed her.

“Chicago, huh? Always knew you’d be the one to get the fuck outta here.” He had pushed himself to sit atop of the kitchen counter, head lulled back against the counters as the beers had finally started catching up with him. His cheeks were flushed, the red crawling across his face, and she wasn’t sure if it was the heat of the summer or the mystery punch in his hand.

“Well, I couldn’t get that far,” She shrugged her shoulders, rather deflated that she had to return back to Hawkins. She had wanted to turn away from the town and never glance over her shoulder ever again, but she had quickly realised that wasn’t realistic. “I’m back here, aren’t I?”

“Summer’s not that long, sweetheart, you’ll be back before you know it.” Eddie nudged his knee into her side, trying to push some more optimism into her. 

The heat of the night began to fizzle away with every hour that passed, with every person that trickled out of Steve’s home, but she and Eddie remained in the kitchen. They were pushed against the small window above the sink, a joint pressed into their fingers as they tried to exhale out of the window rather than into Steve’s home. But as the hours passed, their critical thinking skills seemed to run away from them and Eddie couldn’t argue with the girl when she pleaded they stayed inside for it was too cold outside.

She was right, after all, and sure Steve had specifically stated he didn’t want anyone smoking in his house but through some technicalities, they weren’t really smoking inside. Eddie couldn’t argue with her logic so they stayed propped against the small window, their giggles filling the kitchen as the sound of conversation dimmed around them as time marched on, the night running away from them.

“Eddie, man, ‘the fuck did I say to you about smoking in here?” Steve stormed into the kitchen, garbage bag in hand as he had started his cleaning up duties for the night. 

Their heads whipped around at his harsh voice, and had she not been so intoxicated, feeling so light, she maybe would’ve been frightened by Steve’s stern words. But all she could do was laugh, concealed by her hand and under her breath, as Eddie sat up straighter when Steve made his way over to them.

“C’mon, it’s freezing out there,” Eddie sighed as Steve plucked the joint out of his fingers, huffing as he watched the boy stub it into their red solo cup that had turned into a makeshift ash tray. “I’m not gonna make the pretty lady sit out in the cold, and I don’t think you wanna either.”

She simply smiled back at Steve, trying to play into Eddie’s innocent act that he painted for her. As much as Steve admired his close friendship with Eddie, he hated how much they know of each other for he was exactly right in saying Steve wouldn’t her outside in the cold. For her previously straightened hair had started to curl around her face which blushed under the heat and Steve’s gaze, her eyes catching his and he wouldn’t dare to look away.

“You gotta meet my friend Steve, I think you two’ll get along really well.” Eddie beckoned Steve closer, catching the glint in his eyes as he looked at her, something Eddie recognised a mile off that he wouldn’t dream of standing in the way of. 

“We, um, we know each other from high school,” Steve started, his voice almost shaking as he dared to put himself out there; fear crept up the back of his throat, almost nervous that she would say she didn’t remember him. Her life had taken off since being in high school, there was no chance in hell she remembered him for doing nothing more than climbing the career ladder of retail jobs. “Had a few classes together, history I think? You ended up in Chicago, yeah? Must be a relief to get away from here.”

“Didn’t think you’d remember me, Steve, too busy with your hair and your girlfriend,” She hummed, feeling almost complimented at his remembrance. “Chicago’s nice but I’m yet to find a boy there that’ll let me smoke in his kitchen, thought that was a Hawkins specialty.” 

“I’m not drunk enough anymore for that, if you’d have caught me earlier I wouldn’t have bothered.” It was a lie, clear as day, but Eddie chose to bite his tongue on correcting Steve for he always praised himself on being able to read a room so he wasn’t going to insert himself into the conversation to disturb the flow of whatever was happening between her and Steve.

And so, Steve took it upon himself to move closer as Eddie moved away, the long haired boy scattering out of the kitchen in search of someone else to talk the ear off of. Steve, however, took a step closer into her space, his hands daring to settle on the counter beside her thighs, the heat of their bodies radiating between them yet edging closer to the touch but not there quite yet.

The conversation ebbed on, ranging from her time in Chicago to what exactly was in the punch and the many jobs Steve had taken on since they had left school. Another cup of the red punch had made its way into her hands, courtesy of Steve, as he clarified its mixture of vodka, rum, and something else she hadn’t listened to. How could she even be asked to pay attention when Steve stood so close she could feel his breath bouncing off of her skin. 

“A little blue hat too,” Steve grinned as he watched her amusement grow with every detail of his uniform from Scoops Ahoy. He had swore to himself he would never utter the atrocities that were his uniform from that time, but he couldn’t help it when she seemed so genuinely joyous to hear what he had subjected himself too. “Totally ruined my hair, I hated it, but girls fucking loved it.”

“I don’t believe that for a second.” She shook her head, picturing Steve in a small sailor hat trying to sell ice cream to her. Maybe in her current state, lightweight and relaxed, she would’ve swooned for his sailor alter-ego but she couldn’t imagine she would if she had been stone cold sober in the middle of the day.

“Better believe it, honey, it’s true.” He pushed into her space again, his fingertips skirting over the bare skin of her thighs just below the hem of her denim shorts. His touch danced across her skin as he revelled in the way goosebumps rose across her skin with his every movement.

The space between them closed with every minute that passed as they leaned into each other’s touch, feeding off of the warmth from the other. It was merely inevitable that the gap between them would close; Steve’s lips closed over hers, settling into the taste of punch and the faint lingering of a joint in her mouth. 

His hand cupped her cheek, thumb brushing across her skin as his other hand moved from her thigh, settling onto her waist. It moved from sweet, innocent, and somewhat chaste as Steve pulled away to take a quick look at her flushed face, grinning when he caught the smile on her face,  and soon his lips slotted back between hers. There was a practiced ease that came with the kiss, something sweet and simple that came naturally.

Her hands finally caught up to the movements between the two, moving from sitting stationary on the countertop to gripping the collar of Steve’s shirt and pulling him infinitely closer. They moved together, in sync, heads tilting and chins lifting like there was a language between them that only they could understand. 

Maybe five minutes had passed, maybe it had been an hour, neither of them were particularly bothered about the passage of time nor the outside world around them. Reluctantly, though, Steve pulled away to take a quick swipe of who was still in his home but he let out a sigh of relief when it seemed everyone had emptied out.

“You wanna go upstairs? Can’t be too comfy sitting up there.” Steve’s hands found her waist again, pulling her down and off of his kitchen countertop. His arm wrapped around her body, keeping her as close as he could as they left the kitchen.

That very party seemed to be indicative of how her summer would go; revelling in Steve Harrington and everything he had to offer her. She spent more time wrapped in his bedsheets, his touch, than she did her own bedroom. The summer slipped through their fingertips, slow and sticky, daring to run away from them but not quite yet.

Time seemed to cease to exist under Steve’s touch, his fingertips lighting little fires across her skin that he would promise to put out by the end of the night. And he lived up to his promises, every time. Weeks flew by the two, with the only proof of their time together being some love bites sucked into her chest, his collarbone, her thighs alongside some receipts from late night gas station snack runs.

It was light, and it was fun, and it held no promise of what was to come after summer; exactly as she had wanted. But Steve stuck around despite the ticking time bomb that loomed, counting down everyday as one day closer until she would return to Chicago - never to look back, as she had wanted.

But that was no match for Steve, he was determined enough to push past their label - or lack thereof - of it just being ‘fun’. 

“Let me take you to dinner,” He pushed his nose into her neck, soaking in her scent mixed with his own. “Get you all pretty, eat somethin’ good, and come back and do this all again.” His bare legs were intertwined with hers, beneath his bed covers - he always liked to have her close enough to touch.

“I dunno, Stevie,” She shrugged, knowing what his words were implying and trying to avoid the conversation that loomed near the door, daring to barge into the peaceful state they had created. “I like this.”

“I like this, honey, I do,” His lips pressed against her bare collarbones, trying to distract her from what he was trying to say. “But, we could try somethin’ else, y’know? Doesn’t have to be dinner, we could do fucking bowling if you’d wanna - whatever you want.” He would let her pick whatever she wanted if it meant they could exist outside of his bedroom.

“I don’t wanna go bowling with you.” She sat up on her elbows, hoping he could read between the lines of what she was saying for she wasn’t sure she would be able to take the hurt that would soon flash between his eyes.

“Anything, baby, we can do anything,” He sat up with her, quickly grasping the direction that their conversation would be heading in. “I just wanna make sure we do something, y’know something real, before you gotta leave.”

“We never said anything about doing something real.” Her words were hardly above a whisper, almost ashamed of what she had to say.

“I dunno- I just thought- I mean, you leave next week.” His words failed him, his heart picking up a beat at the realisation of what she was saying.

“I know, Steve, and you’re gone have to stay here,” Suddenly, she felt flush under his gaze as she sat bare before him, leaning off of his bed to grab the shirt he had flung off of the side and pulling it over her body. “You knew this, you knew I was going back. This was just summer, it was something fun, you know that, right?”

“You can’t really expect me to know that when you didn’t say that?” Steve was never one to assume and he regretted that he had assume everything about their time together; that it had actually meant something more than the nights spent in his bed. 

“I thought you knew,” She stood up and started gathering her belongings that were littered around his room, starting to get dressed once again which only spiked the anxiety blooming in Steve’s chest. “It’s not gonna work when I go back to college, c’mon, be realistic.”

“Baby, don’t say that, there’s planes and trains and I can drive- would you stop getting ready to leave, please?” His voice was exasperated, tired as he watched her slowly pack up to leave his home and what he now knew to be his life too. “There’s nothing stopping us if we wanna make this work.”

“You’ll get tired of airports and you’ll grow sick of the driving, there’s no point - it won’t end well.” Her words were final, decided in her own mind without communicating that with Steve.

“You’re not even giving this a chance, you’re just gonna leave?” He couldn’t believe how quickly it had seemed to unravel in front of his very eyes, trying to pinch his skin enough in hopes that he would wake up from the awful dream he was sure he was experiencing.

“I don’t want a boyfriend, Steve, there’s no point in staying around any longer if we’re both in this for different reasons.” She edged out of his bedroom as he followed her, though he could feel the losing battle.

“You can’t just leave, not like this.” His voice started to break, unable to fathom how she seemed so unaffected by something that was weighing so heavily on him.

“I’ll be back for Christmas, and there’s always next summer.” She shrugged her shoulders and turned on her heel, out of his front door and seemingly his life, as he stood in his hallway, defeated. 

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Long Works (>25,000 words)

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Medium Works (10,000-24,999 words)

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[alwaysteveswife]

Hello, can you write about the prompt of "Can I play with your hair?" With husband! Jonathan Byers x Wife!Fem reader in which Jonathan comes back from a job trip, and at night when the lights are off and they are in bed and he hugs his wife, fills her with lots of kisses and asks her the question that is in the prompt. Reader says yes and when he is playing with her hair, he tells her how much he misses her, that he couldn't stop thinking of her while he was out and how he wants to spend more time with her and enjoy the happy moments with her.

Here is the request! I hope you like it. It was a little bit angsty, but I swear it ends well 🫡.

Exactly one month ago Jonathan arrived with the best news they could have received, he had been offered to do a photo shoot for a very important star. This was a big step, it's not every day you get an opportunity like this, so he accepted almost immediately after he told you about it. Now, two weeks after that, you both started to question how good an idea it was to do this.

Jonathan was excited, yes, but he felt... empty, he felt that something was missing when it came to arriving at the hotel and not seeing your beautiful smile greeting him, that a morning greeting accompanied by affection and kisses and love was missing. He felt lonely, something he had stopped feeling a long time ago.

You were not much better. The first few days were fun. You could watch your favorite shows without your husband's photo critiques, enjoy junk food, do only half the housework; it was fine, at least until you began to miss the warmth of his body resting on your left side of the bed, his delicious food, his proud comments about his younger brother, the casual pictures he took of the two of you every day. You missed him, and everything that came in the package, and it amazed you how you had only just realized something like that.

Those emotions were never told to each other, at least not over the phone, neither felt it was appropriate to do so, not considering that it was something so... deep. So the both of you decided to wait until you met again so you could tell everything you wanted to.

The first one to say it was you. You did it almost immediately when you met at the airport. You threw yourself into his arms and kissed him like you had never kissed anyone before, you savored every moment and, after they parted, you confessed the deep love you felt for him, how much you missed him and how much you felt you needed him. You almost wiped the smile off your face when you saw that he only nodded enthusiastically.

You were depressed the rest of the trip, but you tried to hide it. You knew Jonathan wasn't an extremely enthusiastic person, so you understood if he didn't say it like you had, but you felt so silly to be the only one who missed him. Yes, communication was not your strong suit.

Jonathan noticed something was up only when you politely refused to eat dinner. It was your favorite food, you would never say no to him. Despite that, he didn't say anything, he thought you would open up in a few minutes, minutes that turned into hours and hours of worry covered by poorly made jokes, awkward hugs and kisses on the cheeks.

It was three in the morning and he just decided to do something. You were both night people, so he knew you would be awake. He waited patiently for you to turn to him and, as soon as you did, he brought his hand to your face, caressing your cheeks. You just let yourself go, closing your eyes and enjoying his hands caressing the soft skin of your cheeks, feeling his lips, brushing softly against yours, his hands caressing your waist and pulling you closer to him, showing you how much you had missed this.

"Can I touch your hair?" he asked in a soft voice, brushing his nose against your neck, breathing in your soft lavender perfume.

"Yes" you whispered, bringing your hand to his shoulder and resting your nose against his.

"There's something I need to tell you" he said staring at you, his eyes dilated and his shy smile made you wonder what the news could be as to make him this shy. "I guess, in a way, I missed seeing you; hearing you laugh, seeing your tangled hair in the morning, hearing your goodnight before bed, watching you make breakfast, trying to drink that cup that you never manage to drink on your own because the shelf is too high. I missed living with you, realizing how much you made me miss being myself, because we've been together for time that without you I am no longer me, do you understand?"

And, with that alone, all the sadness and anxiety you were accumulating left your body. Your eyes copied the beautiful shape of a crescent, and your smile was so big that your cheeks ached. You wanted to kiss him until you wore out his lips and that the taste of your lipstick would remain impregnated in his lips until the next morning, where you would kiss him again to keep that taste in them.

"Of course I do, I feel the same way. I feel that, in every couple it is always necessary to have this, you know? Some time apart from each other to see how much you love each other. I'm glad to know that this only brought us closer together even more" you snuggled up to him, kissing his chin, his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, until you reached his lips, where you left a chaste but sweet kiss.

"Yeah, well, I think I love you even more" Jonathan laughed against your lips, taking your cheeks and kissing you again, deeper this time.

You sighed happily, wishing that this night would last forever, that every night would be like this, together with him, loving each other as you both knew you did. Yes, this was definitely your favorite part of your travels.

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[oneforthemunny]

what we do in the shadows |familiar!eddie munson x vampire!reader|

prompt: eddie is your familiar, but sometimes, he can be more than just your supernatural servant.

based off the fx show, what we do in the shadows. a little au version with eddie and the gang from hawkins :)

contains: au. familiar!eddie, vampire!reader. mentions of murder. vampire things. blood. types of vampires (energy vampire lol). mean! bitchy! reader. alludes to smut?? sorta smut but not really but slight dom!reader x sub!eddie. language. minors dni.

“Eddie!” 

The muffled screech jolted Eddie from his mundane dusting, the feathered duster falling with a heavy thud onto the dark carpet, dust flying in a cloud at his feet. “Son of a bitch,” Eddie huffed, chains of his belt rattling when he bent, snatching the duster off the rug. 

“Eddie! Can you not hear me?” The piercing scream echoed through the hallway, echoing off the dark, wallpapered walls. Eddie knew he needed to hurry, that the banging on the coffin’s lid would come next, your fury following for the rest of the day. 

“I’m coming, Mistress!” Eddie’s teeth gritted, sliding down the dim, candlelit halls. How this place had managed to not burn down yet, Eddie wasn’t sure. The three of you were careless enough with the candles, always leaving them burning without a care. He supposed it was his job. 

“Eddie! Where the fuck is he?” Your muffled tone came from the coffin, black and dramatic in the middle of the room. 

“I’m here, I’m here.” Eddie huffed, pushing his bangs back out of his eyes. He needed a haircut, desperately, but with his new career, he supposed that wouldn’t happen anytime soon. 

“Finally,” You growled. Eddie was met with your glowing amber eyes narrowing in predatory rage when he lifted the coffin’s heavy lid. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting?” You snapped. 

“I’m sorry.” Eddie nodded, swallowing back a snapping comment. “I was dusting down the hall, and I lost track of-” 

“-Nevermind.” You snapped, rising quickly into a standing position. “Help me down. I have much to do today.” 

“Yes, Mistress.” Eddie stood to the side, offering his hand for you to take as you climbed down. He always wondered why you insisted on being helped out, as if you couldn’t fly out, snap your fingers and be wherever you wanted to be. It was symbolic, he decided, a way to ensure that he knew his place. 

Your hand slid into his. His skin tickled when you brushed your long, claw-like nails that were freshly painted every Tuesday. He’d gotten very good at it, Eddie thought. A hiss fell through the room, your hand pulled back with a sizzling burn, teeth bared towards him in threat. 

“What- Eddie! What have I told you about those rings?” You pointed accusingly at his rings- silver. It was a habit, to slip them on in the morning, one he hadn’t broken yet. “Are you trying to hurt me?” 

“No, no.” Eddie shook his head frantically, tugging the rings off, shoving them in his pocket. “I’m sorry. I-I forgot-” 

“-I’m sure you did.” You rolled your eyes, lips pursed in displeasure. “Don’t let it happen again. I burn myself again on those cursed things, and you’ll not have a hand to put them on anymore. Understand?” You clipped, nose in the air as you climbed down, nails digging into his skin just enough to solidify the threat. 

“Yes, Mistress.” Eddie swallowed, following the commanding sway of your hips. “I won’t let it happen again.” 

“Good.” You chirped. There it was. The whirlwind that was your emotions. Mood swings, Eddie never understood why they called them that until he met you. How you would go from raging to sweet in the bat of an eye. Maybe it came with being a vampire. 

“Get my dress.” You waved your hand, the heavy mahogany closet door flinging open with ease. 

“Which one were you wanting today?” Eddie swallowed his agitated sigh. 

It had been a rough couple of days, the three- fuck, four, of his new found ‘roommates’ had been on a bender of sorts. A bender that would put the rockstars he idolized in high school to shame, much more metal than them. It was fun, Eddie would admit, but it was tiresome. Especially when he was still very much human, and so very exhausted. 

“The black one.” You hummed, looking into a mirror you couldn’t see yourself in. Habit, of course, even after all these years. 

“They’re all black, Mistress.” Eddie gritted, eyes pinching closed. 

“The one with the long sleeves.” You waved him off. “You know the one I like.” 

And he did. Eddie knew most everything about you at this point. Which dress you liked, your preference of food source, how many candles you liked lit at a time. 

Eddie pushed through the racks, stopping when he saw the velvet garment. It was what you were wearing when he first met you. At the Hideout, where he was still bussing tables, hoping to finally get a weekend gig. You strolled in, magnetic from the moment his eyes laid eyes on you. So… intriguing in your tight velvet dress, fastened with a corset that held you up and in beautifully. Initially, he’d went to try and ask you out, and you’d humored his attempts because you were hungry. Then, after a few hours of conversation, you both decided he’d be a better Familiar than a meal.

“Eddie,” You hissed, breath whistling through your fangs. The sound never failed to make Eddie’s spine tingle, hair raising on the back of his neck in fear. “Have you hit your head? Is that it?” 

“No,” Eddie grumbled, pushing the wooden hangers. 

“Then what is it? Hm? Why are you dragging your feet today?” You snapped, hands curling around your hips. 

“My apologies, Mistress.” Eddie huffed. “I’m just- nevermind. Here. I found it.” Eddie pulled the lacy material, hanging sleeves and bouts of black fabric out of the closet, hanging it on the door for you. 

“No, finish what you were going to say.” Your eyes narrowed into his, commanding, but lacking the usual tone of challenge and threat. “You’re what?” 

“It’s nothing. I’m fine. Do you need help zipping up this one-” 

“-No, answer me, Eddie.” You lifted a finger towards him. “Do not make me use compulsion. I know how groggy and moody you get after it, and I have many plans for today. I’d rather not, but if you’re not going to comply, then I will be forced to-” 

“-You don’t have to- Fuck, I’m just tired.” Eddie’s shoulders slumped in defeat, running a hand over his face. “I didn’t sleep much last night.” 

“Why?” Your head tilted, lips pursed in curiosity, reaching for the dress before sliding behind the dressing curtain. 

“Because,” Eddie tried to focus on the carpet, on the candle wax that dripped off the table, anywhere but the curtain you were behind though he ached for even a silhouetted sliver of your frame. “I just couldn’t sleep.” 

“Maybe you should get a coffee?” You peaked over the bamboo wood, a brow lifting in… playfulness? 

“I think Robin has the lock box in her room. Ask her for it and go get yourself one.” As if draining a victim of their blood wasn’t enough, Eddie’s career consisted of stealing from them too. It always left him feeling a little uneasy, guilty, robbing the deceased. 

“I’m alright. I just need a second to wake up.” Eddie muttered, heel of his palm pressing to his eyes, rubbing so hard he saw stars. 

“Fine, but I better not hear one yawn during the house meeting.” You glared, stepping out from behind the dressing curtain. “You know how that irks me. Zip me.” 

Eddie stood, one hand holding the top together, pulling the zipper slowly up your spine, finger brushing over your spine. Your skin was cold, like ice, a chilling reminder of what you truly were. 

“Last chance.” You turned, swiping your shoes from the floor, discarded from the night before. “Before I go and wake the others.” 

“I’m fine.” Eddie nodded softly, lips curling with the hinting of a smile. “Thank you.” 

Your lips pursed, shifting at the sudden gratitude. He knew you were about to say something mean, put him down to establish your own dominance, you were predictable that way. “Don’t thank me,” You scoffed. “It’s not for you. I don’t want to hear your yawning.” You scoffed, eyes rolling hard towards him, before you were stomping down the creaking wooden planks of the hall. 

The Creel Mansion was still standing strong, despite its abandoned looking exterior. It had been your refuge for years, decades even, since Victor had first brought you there. It was his house before, but now all that remained of him was a portrait at the end of the hall, half covered by a black veil you refused to let Eddie move. 

“Robin!” Your shrill tone made Eddie wince, ears ringing at the pitch. “Nancy!” 

“What?” Robin groaned, her voice muffled with sleep from the door of her coffin, which you pulled open, uncaring of disrupting her slumber. “What- Why?” 

“House meeting. Hurry, before he gets home.” You muttered, turning over your shoulder towards Eddie. “Eddie, go check downstairs. Make sure he didn’t slip in early.” 

Eddie nodded, grabbing a small handheld lantern- a gift from you. He kept burning himself with the candle opera you’d gifted him, and when he wasn’t searing his skin off with the flame, he was turning to quickly and extinguishing all the flames. You told him it was because he’d wake you up with his fumbling in the dark. When you’d included the batteries with the small lantern, Eddie was convinced it was because you were growing a soft spot for him. 

A creaking of a door had Eddie jumping, looking through the flickering flames with his bright plastic lantern. “Uh, hey,” Eddie stepped closer. “Anyone there?” 

The silence was an eerie answer, Eddie swinging the lantern around. It was times like this, he really wished that the electricity still worked, that he could flick a light on, and see what was lurking in the shadows. The dining room appeared empty, a few spider webs and lots of dust, but lack of any danger Eddie could see. 

“Looking for something?” 

“Jesus Christ! What the fuck-” Eddie jumped, nearly dropping his lantern, tripping over his own feet to scatter away from the figure in front of him. 

“Did I scare ya?” Jonathan’s lips curled in a half smile, standing rigidly in the doorway. “You know, they say if you get scared easily, you’re not living right. That’s a saying that’s been repeated and found all throughout history. In Christianity, oddly enough, is where they-” 

“-Alright, Jonathan. I got it.” Eddie lifted a hand, his heart still hammering. He could feel his lids beginning to droop, eyes starting to gloss over the way they always did when Jonathan ‘fed’. A shitty excuse for a vampire, Eddie thought, What the fuck even is a psychic vampire? 

“Oh,” Your face fell, contorting into a grimace when you came down the steps. “Jonathan, you are home early today.” 

“Yes, I decided to come home early today.” Jonathan droned in a painful monotone that had your shoulders tensing. “I didn’t want to miss the house meeting.” 

“Wonderful.” You grimaced, looking at Eddie with an annoyed sneer. He fought back a snicker, turning to the bat down a cobweb that he missed. You could be funny at times, when you wanted. 

“I know you three tried to hide it from me, but you always talk too loud. You forget the walls are thin. Which reminds me, did you know that back in the early nineteen-hundreds when this house was first built, that architects of that time used-” 

“-Yes, Jonathan. Please, shut the fuck up.” Robin groaned, falling into the leather armchair. 

“Jonathan, I really can’t humor you today.” Nancy glared at him lightly. “You know the rules, if you’re going to be in a house meeting with us, you can’t feed off of us.” 

“I know.” Jonathan lifted his hands. “Sorry, I can’t help myself.” He turned to Eddie with a grin. “Guess it’s just you I’ll be feeding from.” 

“Not from my Familiar either, Jonathan.” You snapped, teeth baring in territorial threat. “Eddie is off limits.” Eddie’s chest swelled with pride, chin tipping towards the floor, hoping it would hide his blush. 

“Why are we even having a house meeting?” Robin rolled her eyes, the bags under her eyes especially prominent from lack of slumber. 

“Because,” You hissed, shoulders tight with annoyance. “You three need to get your own familiar.” 

Robin scoffed, Nancy rolling her eyes in agreement. “What?” 

“You three always call for Eddie to do everything, and it distracts him from me.” You jabbed a sharp nail into your chest. “I need him to be attentive to my needs, not yours. Go get your own familiar.” 

“Oh, please-” 

“-We only ask him to do a few things that should already be done-” 

“-I have to agree with Rob and Nance on this one.” Jonathan lifted a finger. 

“Do not call me that.” Nancy hissed, her teeth baring in the dull light of the room. 

“Nan?” Jonathan turned, eyes lighting up though his expression stayed neutral, the way it always did when he was feeding. 

“Ok,” You lifted your hands, stopping the attack Nancy was about to launch. “Find your own familiar. Eddie is my familiar, and is to attend to me exclusively.” 

“I’m sure he does.” Robin muttered, Nancy’s snicker making your ears burn- well, it would, if they still could. Eddie’s cheeks did burn a bright red, shifting at the innuendo. 

Your eyes narrowed, a threatening glare that neither of your roommates seemed phased by, only furthering your irritation. A sharp snap of your fingers, heavy soled steps clicking down the hall, and Eddie was following you.  

“Idiots,” You hissed, flinging the door open. “All of them. I should’ve told them no, that they’d have to find their own nest, but oh no. I had to feel fucking generous and kind that day.” 

Eddie stood in your doorway, hands rubbing down the material of his jeans, unsure of what to say, what to do. His eyes on you, waiting for your next command, for you to tell him what you were wanting, what you were thinking. 

“Are you just going to stand there?” You huffed, a lashing tone that had Eddie jumping. 

“No, wha-what do you need me to do?” Eddie stammered, uneasy with the glare you were giving him, so menacing. He knew better, or at least he thought he did, that you wouldn’t hurt him. You’d chosen him to be your Familiar for a reason… right?

“I don’t know, something?” You scoffed, eyes rolling back over his frame. “Maybe start with changing your clothes. We’re going out tonight and I’m not being seen with you in that.” 

Eddie’s lips pursed, jaw grinding tight. He’d blame the lack of sleep on his agitation. “What do you want me to wear then, Mistress?” Eddie’s tone was bitter, toying on the edge of annoyance. 

“Who are you speaking to-” 

“-You.” Eddie snapped, shocking both of you. There was a pause, realization washing over the two of you. “I just- I like what I have on, ok?” Eddie’s tone was softer, looking down at his ripped jeans and holey band tee. “It’s what people from this century wear.” 

Your lips rolled, flattening into a furious line. For a moment, Eddie thought you might pounce- fully preparing himself for the hiss, the baring of teeth, to feel his throat being ripped from his neck. Instead, you simply huffed, turning on your foot. 

“Fine.” A quipping, positively moody huff of a reply came. In that moment, you sounded petulant, human. 

“If you insist on wearing mauled clothing, then so be it.” You shrugged, a snarl still pulling on the edge of your lips. 

“Thank you.” Eddie nodded, swallowing down the tremble in his throat. “And, uh, thank you for before, too.” You turned, brow lifted in intrigue. “For- During the meeting.” 

“I didn’t do that for you.” Your reply was quick, teetering on defensive. “I did that for myself. I can’t wait for you because they’re too lazy to go out and compel their own Familiar.” 

“Right.” Eddie’s shoulders slumped in defeat. He gave up, ready to throw the towel in. Clearly, you were set on your mood and there would be no changing it. No swaying it with charming kindness today. 

“I’m going to go.” Eddie stepped towards the door. “I’ll go dust or something. Just let me know when you’re ready to go-” 

“-No.” Your voice echoed through the halls, bouncing off the walls, a sense of urgency that had Eddie freezing. 

You wrung your hands in front of you, anxiously. “No, just- stay in here.” 

Eddie frowned. “You just told me to go do something.” 

“I know,” You huffed. “But, just stay in here with me. Robin and Nancy won’t be ready for hours, and… and if you go down there Jonathan will try to feed and drain you, and-” 

Eddie recognized the ramble in your tone, a sliver of humanity breaking through the cracks of your cold, monstrous exterior. It was rare, you to turn soft like this- needy, but Eddie knew why you did it. He knew what you wanted. 

“Fine.” Eddie nodded, stepping into your bedroom, shutting the door carefully so the candles didn’t blow out. 

A lingering pause fell between the two of you, thick with an uncomfortable but familiar tension. Routine but an oddity all the same. 

“What do you want me to do in here, hm?” Eddie’s voice dropped, slow steps across the hardwood towards you. “Just sit here and stare at you.” 

“No,” Your chest tightened. It had been years since your heart had beat, but you swore Eddie could make it skip. “Surely, there’s something better that we could do to pass the time.” You declared, voice a little shaky with desperation to regain your control. 

“Yeah? What do you have in mind?” Eddie’s lips curled in a smirk, his face near inches from yours. “I’m at your service, Mistress.” 

Your body tingled with heat, the only warmth you craved, the only warmth you needed. You were shocked, when you first transitioned to your undead state, that this feeling didn’t go away. If anything, it grew stronger. 

“I think you know what I have in mind.” You glared at him, half heartedly. “Don’t make me beg, or I’ll make you beg later.” 

“I would never, Mistress.” Your thighs twitched, Eddie’s hands sliding over the lacy material of your dress, the swell of your hips. “I’m your faithful servant. You just tell me what you want- whatever you need.” 

“Hm,” You breathed slowly, your body closing in with him, chest to chest. Your nails raked over the etched skin of his forearms, dragging a sharp nail up his neck, to his jaw. Eddie shuddered, fingers sinking into your waist 

Your lip grazed over his, mouth parting just barely, your fangs hovering over his bottom lip teasingly. Eddie swallowed back a moan that you didn’t miss. Your eyes met his, darker now- nearly black, the way they always darkened when you got like this. Aroused and needy, entirely hungry for something. 

“You’ve got to be quiet this time.” You gave him a pointed look. “They heard last time. They’re starting to catch on.” 

“Sorry.” Eddie swallowed, nose brushing over yours. He wanted to press his hand to the back of your head, kiss you with an urgency, but he knew better. That wasn’t how you liked it. Oh no, you liked the anticipation, the adrenaline filled excitement that came with teasing. 

“Who cares if they know anyways?” Eddie muttered brainlessly, eyes glossing when they met yours. “What’s so wrong with it?” 

“It’s unnatural.” You whispered. “Complicated.” 

“What’s so complicated about it?” Eddie scoffed lightly, hand sliding up your spine, towards your zipper. “You’re turning me into a vampire anyways, right? Why’s it matter?” 

You hesitated, breath hitching and ghosting over his lip, chilling him. “It’s just- it makes things difficult now.” You stammered, fingers sliding through his hair. “I don’t want to talk about that now.” Your thumbs pressed lightly to his temples, his eyes meeting yours. 

“For now,” You purred, lips curling in a small grin. “I think you should thank me again, but this time,” Your nose brushed over his. “By letting me sit on your face. That seems fair, right? You thank me, I keep you quiet- a win-win.” 

Eddie blushed, lips spreading in a wide grin. “Yes, Mistress.”

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Polaroid Evidence pt.1 - Eddie Munson

Summary: Your brother Jonathan doesn't approve of your boyfriend even when he's always over, but your mom and younger brother love him. 0.8k wc Read pt.2 -> Here!

The first thing Joyce said when you admitted to dating Eddie was "Bring him around for dinner!" While Jonathan sulked quietly in the corner, definitely not expecting this reaction from your mum after having blackmailed you into telling her.

He'd been in the car with Will after school waiting for you to finish working on your english project when he got bored, eyes distractedly trailing to your bag sat in the passenger seat, completely zoned out of the story Will was recalling. Deciding to do what an older brother does, he dragged the bag over the controls and into his laps, snooping around for something good. Something secret. "Jonathan? What are you doing?" Noted Will, well aware of his sister's violated privacy. Fortunately, Jonathan found something better than a secret. He found evidence.

When his fingers grazed the familiar plastic of a polaroid image, he immediately pulled it out to see what it was, hiding it away from the sun's reflection in his palm. His eyes widened at the sight: Your arms wrapped around Eddie's neck, pulling him into a deep kiss, and Eddie's hands definitely too close to your ass, pressing your hips against his tightly. The date was marked in black sharpie underneath as '14.09.1986'. Last Friday.

"Is that Eddie Munson?" Jonathan felt Will's eyes widen from behind him, now gripping the car seat in front of him to help pull himself forward, observing the image in his brother's hands. "Y/N's dating him? Cool!" Jonathan grunted, tearing the photo out of Will's ray of vision. "No Will, not cool." Just as Will opened his mouth to ask why, the passenger's door slammed open, your voice filling up the small space almost immediately. "Hey... Jonathan." Will pushed himself back to sit flat against the car seat, preparing himself for another loud argument.

"What is that?" You seethed, lunging forward to snatch the photo out of Jonathan's hand, which he stuck out the window, away from your reach. "Why are you going through my things, you fucking asshole!" You yelled, grabbing your bag from your older brother's laps. "I told you I don't want you around him." He replied calmly, turning on the car's ignition. Since he was driving, he was safe from any more of your attacks. "What difference does that make? You think I'm gonna stop seeing someone because you don't like him?"

The hum that came out of Jonathan almost had you disregarding everyone in the car's safety, but you stayed put, taking a deep breath. "Well you know what? Will loves him." Jonathan scoffed, taking the polaroid out of his pocket. "Will doesn't know him. He just thinks he's cool." Turning the wheel, Jonathan pulled into the drive way, finally removing the key from the car, cutting its engine. "Well since you think he's the best person you could be dating and that your judgement is so great, how come mum doesn't know?" You tried for the printed image again, but gasped as the seatbelt locked you into place, pulling you back into the leather seat.

"You tell mum," he started, turning the picture in his hands with a wicked smirk. "Or I will." You groaned loudly, gathering your things before slamming the car door behind you as you exited, your younger brother following you instantly. "Y/N?" "I'm sorry you had to see that Will, but some times Jonathan just makes me want to rip my hair out." You stated, turning to face him.

"Why don't you want mum to know that you're with Eddie? And can I meet him?" You laughed at the end of his sentence, crouching down to meet his height. "Well I care a lot about mum's opinions, and if she doesn't like Eddie, it'll completely change my relationship with him. So I'm kind of scared to tell her about him because she only hears things about him. Things that might not be true." Will nodded seriously at your words, a grin immediately forming on his face when you added "And of course you can meet him."

When you trudged into the living room, Jonathan was being coddled by Joyce, the polaroid threateningly sticking out of his back pocket. You stealthily walked by him, trying to slip the image out of his pocket, but apparently you'd been too loud, and the older boy turned to face you just in time. "Hey mum." You greeted, accepting the hug she gave you, mentally preparing yourself to tell her about your scary boyfriend.

To your surprise, her first words had been "Eddie Munson? Well bring him around for dinner." When Jonathan's eyes shot wide open, exclaiming "What!?", she added "Anyone good enough for my daughter is good enough for me. I'd love to meet him." Your shoulders dropped in relief and you sighed in relief. However when Jonathan added "Well let's invite Hopper for dinner too then! He's pretty much part of the family." It was your turn for your eyes to widen as your mum agreed, the knowledge of your drug dealing boyfriend around the chief of police at Hawkins sending a chill down your spine.

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“You ever get tired of listening to Talking Heads and reading Vonnegut?”

Jonathan put his book down, giving you a playfully displeased look. “It’s a nice life.”

“And how’s your love life going?”

Jonathan threw the small paperback at you, which you dodged quickly. “I’ve got a better idea of what we can do tonight while your mom and Will are gone anyway.”

“Oh yeah?” Jonathan sat up. “What’s that?”

You reached into your bag and pulled out a baggie of weed, waving it. “Courtesy of my brother.”

Jonathan took the baggie from your hands, examining it. “Does he know you took this?”

“No,” you shrugged, “but he owes me anyway.”

“I don’t even want to know what for.”

The smell from the baggie was pungent, spreading throughout the room already. He wasn’t sure how he didn’t know you had it the second you walked in. “My mom will kill me.”

“She won’t know.” You opened the baggie and began spreading it out on Jonathan’s desk. “Have you ever smoked before?”

“You know the answer to that,” Jonathan mumbled. You knew he hadn’t done much living at all.

“Do you want to try it?”

Jonathan paused. “I don’t know.”

“Are you scared?” You smirked. “You know my brother does it all the time and he’s fine. Mostly. He even taught me how to roll.”

Jonathan straightened some of his photographs on his desk. “I don’t know that I would call Eddie-“

“Don’t even finish that thought,” you said. Despite how much you and Eddie could bicker, you loved each other fiercely and would defend each other to your last breath.

You took a paper out of the little box and spread the weed out over it. Jonathan watched you closely as you began to roll the joint. “I guess I’ll try it.”

You nearly squealed. “Really?”

“Yeah, I mean, why not?” He sat down on his bed again, watching you work. He was a little nervous, but he wouldn’t admit that to you. He was sure you’d done this before, plenty of times.

When you were done rolling, you held up the joint proudly. It was perfect, as far as Jonathan could tell. “You got a lighter?”

“Oh, yeah.” Jonathan grabbed a lighter from his bedside drawer. He had bought it when he decided to try cigarettes, but he didn’t like them much. He hoped he’d like the weed better. You and Eddie both smoked cigarettes - the two of you were eerily alike. Same wild brown curls, too. Jonathan dreamed of running his fingers through yours.

You sparked up the joint and took the first hit. Jonathan watched, then did just as you had when you passed it to him. He was able to inhale the smoke and blow it out without coughing his head off, and you gave him an impressed nod that sent his heart soaring.

He did like the way the weed made him feel. He felt relaxed, calm, happy. Everything was entertaining, everything was hilarious. And you were even more beautiful than you were every other day. Jonathan couldn’t believe his luck, having such a beautiful best friend, currently sitting in his bed - now, if only you felt the same way about him.

He couldn’t stop looking at you. You made him feel…everything. You made him feel alive. He wanted to kiss you more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life.

“You’re beautiful.”

The words were out of his mouth before he even realized. He didn’t even notice he had interrupted you mid-story. Your big brown eyes went wide.

“What?”

Jonathan didn’t know what to do. He was panicking internally, not sure how to get himself out of this one. “I- I mean-“

“You think I’m beautiful?”

Jonathan’s eyes searched your face for any sign of anger, or that you were about to laugh in his face. “Yeah. I…I think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my life.”

You smiled, and for a horrible second he thought you really were about to laugh at him. “Jon…”

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same,” he said quickly. “I just…you needed to hear it. I had to tell you. I couldn’t keep it inside anymore. I love-“

Your eyes widened even further, and Jonathan’s cheeks turned bright pink. “Love?”

“I didn’t mean to say that.”

“Sure,” you giggled. Your faces were so close together, mere inches apart. You could feel his shaking breath slightly on your face. You lifted your hand and rested it on his cheek. His eyes darted down to your lips then back to your eyes.

“You don’t have to-“

You interrupted his thought by kissing him. Jonathan whimpered when he felt your lips on his for the first time, and it made you giggle into the kiss. Your lips worked together easily - you took the lead, showing him what to do. You definitely were the more experienced here.

He was so eager to kiss you back, fingers finally running through your beautiful hair the way they’d been itching to do. His tongue traced the seam of your lips and you happily let him in. Once you had parted your lips, Jonathan realized he didn’t exactly know what to do, so you took the lead again, licking against his tongue and making him moan.

His hand slid up your front, groping at your tits over your faded Hellfire t-shirt. You moaned into the kiss and it gave him the confidence to pull your shirt completely over your head.

His eyes locked on your tits once your shirt was out of the way. He had never seen a girl naked before in real life - and still hadn’t, but seeing you shirtless was a step in the right direction. He’d fantasized about it - about you - for years.

“You can touch me,” you said softly. “I want you to touch me.”

“You sure?” Jonathan asked. His hands hovered over your body, like he was scared or worried he’d scare you away.

“Jon,” you giggled and climbed into his lap, straddling him. “Touch me.”

He placed his hands on your bare waist. Your skin was so smooth beneath his palms, he just rubbed up and down, feeling you. You smelled so good, too, like some kind of fruity soap or perfume. It made his cock harder in his jeans, the femininity of it.

He moved his hands up, cupping over your tits. He groaned, feeling them up, before he boldly moved around and unclasped your bra. His eyes were locked on your tits as the material fell away, then  finally, finally they were fully exposed.

Jonathan pulled your body into him, wrapping his mouth around your nipple. You gasped, arms wrapping loosely around his neck as he swirled his tongue around it, sucking on your nipple and making you moan.

“Jon-!” you moaned, arching your back further into him. His hands felt you up, sliding up and down your back as he sucked on your nipples, giving both plenty of attention. You could feel him already incredibly hard beneath your lap.

“You taste so good,” he groaned as he finally pulled back and looked up at you with wonder. “So good.”

“Yeah?” You had a smirk on your face as you leaned over, closer and closer to him, while he watched your next move with his eyes wide. When you kissed him again it’s like he came alive with it, hands moving all over your body again as you made out.

Jonathan’s mind was swimming. He’d dreamed of having you in this position for years, dreamed of touching you, of being inside you - which seemed like the direction this was maybe heading, sending butterflies flying in his stomach. Was he seriously about to lose his virginity? To you?”

You rolled your hips down against him and his fingers tightened on your skin. “Fuck,” he hissed. “What are you doing to me?”

“Going to make you feel good, I hope.” You trailed kisses along his jaw and to his neck, where he breathed in a quick gasp of air. He was trembling, simply along for the ride for anything you’d do to him.

Your hands trailed down his chest, reaching for the hem of his shirt. You pulled it up and over his head, then kissed him again, your bare chest pressed against his. He let out a choked moan at the feeling of your bare tits against his chest, but tried to gather his bearings quickly.

He gripped your ass, rocking your hips against his hard-on faster. “Baby,” he whimpered.

“Baby?” you giggled - he’d never called you the pet name before. “That’s cute.”

Jonathan blushed, but his attention was quickly diverted when he felt your hands undoing his belt and jeans. He watched you work them open, then start to pull them down. “Woah, a-are you serious?”

You looked up at him, pure innocence on your face. “Why not?”

He didn’t really have an answer for that. And he wanted this more than anything. You smirked when he didn’t protest and went back to pulling his pants and boxers down. His needy cock sprung free, twitching now from the cool air and attention. You watched the precum bead on his tip, then wrapped your hand around his shaft.

Jonathan inhaled sharply, his head falling back against the headboard. His shaking hands were balled into fists in his comforter. He was watching the ceiling.

You paused your movements. “What are you doing? You don’t want to look?”

“No, I-I want to look,” he said. “I’m just…I’m scared if I do, I’ll…” He motions with his hand.

You giggled. “Just relax and enjoy yourself. You’ll be fine. If you finish early, well, that’s just flattering, at least.”

He looked down to meet your eyes, still avoiding the sight of your hand on his cock. “You’re sure?”

“Of course. I want you to have fun.” You held his eye contact as you slowly began working your hand up and down his cock, and you could see his resolve waning immediately. His eyebrows drew together, his lips parting and breath growing heavier, his cheeks turning pink.

“Fuck,” he hissed again. Finally his gaze dropped to where you were pleasuring him, and he whined. “H-holy shit.”

“Feels good?” you teased, although you really did want to make him feel the best he’d ever felt. He nodded quickly, and you knew you were doing a good job.

You let go of him and he watched you curiously. He was suddenly very interested again when you began undoing your own jeans, eyes still locked on his face. You sat up on your knees and began sliding them down, slowly, tantalizingly. Jonathan was hooked.

You removed your jeans, leaving you in nothing but your black lace panties. He very much was enjoying the view, wanting to touch you everywhere.

You lowered yourself between his legs, sticking your tongue out and tapping his cock against it. He let out a shaking breath with a little “o-oh shit.”

You watched his reactions as you wrapped your lips around his tip, flicking your tongue over it to taste the precum. He whimpered, hand coming to rest on the back of your head but not pushing.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned as you set a rhythm bobbing on him, taking him deeper with every pass. “Oh my god, I can’t believe- I can’t believe you’re- oh-“

You wanted to laugh at his reaction, but his cock was keeping your mouth stuffed full. Your back was arched as you sucked him, keeping your ass on display for him. He let his hands rub every inch of your skin he could reach.

You took him until he was hitting the back of your throat, making you gag. Jonathan let out a loud moan, his hips involuntarily bucking up into your mouth. “Shit! Sorry, sorry.”

“‘s okay,” you said as you came up for air. Your eyes were red and watering, tears streaking your mascara down your face. Jonathan was losing his goddamn mind. “I liked it.” You took him back down your throat again.

Jonathan set a gentle rhythm of thrusting up into your mouth every time you’d sink down, nothing overwhelming but it’s like he couldn’t sit still. He had to have more of you. His eyes were half lidded, yet watching your every move.

“B-baby,” he stuttered, tugging on your hair as you took him real deep again. “If you don’t stop, I’m g-gonna-“

You slowly pulled off of him, meeting his eyes with a mixture of your spit and his precum shining on your lips. That almost undid him right there.

“Why did you want me to stop?” you asked, all big Munson brown eyes and innocence. “Was there something else you wanted to do?”

Jonathan froze, because what if you hadn’t wanted to have sex? What if this was all you’d planned and now he’d just made an ass out of himself? “I-I mean, this is good, we don’t have to do anything else-“

You laughed, kissing him to shut him up. “I’m just fucking with you.”

You slowly guided his hands down to your waist, where he got the hint and slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties. Slowly, carefully, as if you’d tell him to stop at any moment (you’d never), he slid your panties down your legs and off your body.

You rolled off of him and he took the chance to take in your whole naked form before he pushed his pants and boxers the rest of the way off and climbed on top of you. He kissed all over your body, like he was worshipping you.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” he said between kisses. “I’ve never seen a girl as beautiful as you in my life. I can’t believe you’re naked in my bed right now.”

You laughed, eyes closed as you enjoyed the feeling of his mouth all over you. “You’re not so bad yourself, Byers.”

You could feel his smile against your skin. Admittedly, Jonathan didn’t receive a lot of tender words. Mostly he was just called a freak - not unlike your brother. Maybe that’s why you saw the real him so quickly, so easily. Why you were drawn to one another.

Jonathan’s hand trailed up and down your side as he kissed your lips again. He was so unbelievably hard against your thigh. You just wanted to make him feel good so badly.

“Do you have a condom?” you asked him - and he froze.

“Shit,” he cursed. He wanted to slap himself - sure, he knew he wasn’t getting any, but now he had the chance and he wasn’t prepared? “No. I don’t.” He didn’t think he’d ever been so disappointed in his life.

“It’s okay,” you said. “I’m on birth control.”

His eyes lit up. “Yeah? You still want to?”

“Of course I do,” you giggled. “I don’t want to stop now.”

Jonathan crashed his lips back into yours, kissing you more passionately than anyone ever had before. His hand came to rest against your neck, fingers slid into your curls, holding you close as your lips moved together like they knew one another intimately.

Then he was hiking your leg up, sliding it around his waist. His cock was prodding at your entrance, insistent, so ready. “Please,” he gasped. “Can I?” Always such a gentleman.

“Yes,” you said. “Please. I want you to.”

He lined himself up with your entrance, rubbing his cock through your folds a few times just to feel you, to see how wet you were, to coat himself in it. Then he was finally, finally pushing inside of you.

You gasped, watching his face twist in pleasure as he sunk into you inch by inch. His eyes squeezed shut, mouth dropping open in a loud moan. He couldn’t believe this was happening, couldn’t believe you were letting him do this - that you wanted him to do this to you.

He thrusted into you slowly at first. It took him a minute to find his rhythm, at first just thrusting into you wildly, however felt good to him. But with some guidance from your hands on his hips, he found a good pace, thrusting into you slow yet hard.

He buried his face in your neck, hiding his desperate moans. Every push into you felt like absolute heaven to him, better than he ever imagined sex would feel. You were so tight, so wet, and he was so deep-

“Feels so good, Jon,” you moaned, and hearing you moan his name like that almost made him lose his mind. 

“Y-yeah?” he stuttered. “You l-like that? Like when I fuck you?”

You almost giggled at his attempt at dirty talk, but it was also working. “Uh huh,” you moaned. “Please don’t stop. Feels so good.”

“Not gonna stop,” he promised you, because that was the absolute last thing he ever wanted to do. He wanted to stay buried inside of you for the rest of his life. “You feel too good, baby.”

You pulled on his hair, making him whine. It was like every new thing you tried got the best reaction out of him. It was driving you crazy - you loved every second of this.

“Shit, I-I’m not gonna last,” he said shakily, his thrusts turning harder yet sloppier. “Feels too fucking good. I can’t- I-I’m gonna-“

“Not yet,” you said quickly. “Please, Jon, if you can hold on just a little bit longer, I wanna cum too-“

“Fuck,” he gasped. “I’m so- so fucking close-“

You reached a hand down between you and began rubbing your clit in quick circles. That was too much for Jonathan because he pitched forward, biting onto your shoulder as he cried out, ropes of his cum shooting inside of you.

Your own orgasm hit just as he started groaning your name, the feeling of him throbbing inside you pushing you over the edge. You came around him, pussy clenching around his cock and milking him for every drop he had. He was trembling on top of you, holding you close, not wanting this to end.

The spell was broken when you realized what time it was. “Shit,” you cursed. “It’s 7:50.”

Jonathan groaned but lifted himself up, pulling out of you. He kissed you softly. “That was incredible.”

“Yeah?” you smiled. “Good first time?”

“Perfect first time,” he agreed. He kissed you one more time. “Fuck, I never want to stop doing that.”

“Who says you have to?” you smiled and kissed his elated face again.

“Jonathan?” you heard from the front door as it slammed closed.

“Oh shit.” He jumped up at the sound of his mom coming home, reaching for his clothes in record time. You joined, grabbing whatever you could find and throwing it on.

There was a knock at the door just as you pulled the t-shirt over your head. It opened and Joyce peeked in, looking like she was bracing herself for what she’d almost walked in on. Instead she found you and Jonathan, smiling like you’d definitely been up to something.

“Hey, mom,” he said. Will peeked from around her, like he wasn’t sure he wanted to know what was going on in this room, either.

Joyce looked between the two of you. “Well, we’re about to have dinner if you’d like to stay,” she said to you.

“Oh, thank you, but that’s okay. Eddie’s supposed to be here any minute now.”

Joyce nodded and the two of them left the room. You and Jonathan exchanged a look, and he breathed out a relieved laugh. “Do you think she knew?”

“Probably not,” you smiled. “Maybe. She was a teenager once, too.”

Jonathan blushed bright red. “Please. I don’t want to think about what my mom got up to as a teenager. Or about her knowing what we just did.”

You laughed, then leaned in to kiss him again. He smiled into the kiss, feeling like he’d never been happier. He didn’t even care that his mom had left his door open, which she never did.

You kissed, and kissed, and kissed. When you heard the horn of the familiar van blaring outside you reluctantly pulled away from him, kiss-swollen lips glistening in the low light of his bedroom.

“I don’t want you to go,” Jonathan muttered, looking at you as if he was in a trance. He could have sat here kissing you for the rest of his life, he thought.

“I know. Me either.” You kissed him one more time, then jumped up. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” he said dreamily, watching you go.

You walked through the Byers house, yelling a distracted goodbye to Joyce and Will. You felt like you were floating on cloud 9, like nothing could ruin your mood.

You climbed into the passenger seat of the van and slammed the door closed, stupid smile still on your face.

Eddie took one look at you and scrunched his nose up. “You had sex.”

Your jaw dropped. “Eddie! What the fuck?”

“You had sex,” he said again, starting the van and shaking his head. “With Jonathan?”

“How would you even know that?”

“For one thing, I know you better than anybody,” he reminded you. “Second, I don’t remember you leaving the house in that shirt. Or even owning it.”

Your eyes went wide. You opened the mirror, looking at your appearance for the first time since you’d redressed - and seeing Jonathan’s The Smiths shirt on your body.

“Fuck,” you whispered.

Eddie threw his head back and laughed. “Yeah. Fuck.”

No wonder Joyce had left the door open.

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Baby's First Christmas

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Ficmas Day 5

Summary: You and Steve take the time to prepare for your daughter's first Christmas. Along the way, you take the time to talk about what the future might look like.

Words: 1.3k

A/N: Amazing borders from @saradika-graphics

The days until Christmas were counting down at a rapid rate. It was getting closer to your daughter’s first Christmas and you wanted to make sure it was special. You and Steve had decided that you would go shopping together so you could make sure you both agreed on everything you got for her. 

Strapping Josie into her car seat you slip into the seat next to her as Steve climbs into the driver’s seat. Looking in the rearview mirror at you Steve asks, “And we’re sure that Jonathan and Nancy can watch her the whole time?” 

“Yeah I called Nance earlier to double check, she said they are free all day and would love to spend time with her.” Steve shoots you a smile before pulling out of your driveway and making his way towards your friend’s house. 

By the time you pull into their driveway Josie’s eyes are heavy with sleep. Grabbing her diaper bag you step out of the car and head around to grab her out of her car seat. Steve meets you by the car door and takes the bag from your shoulder as you reach in to pick up your almost one year old. 

She clings to you as you wrap her blanket around her tiny body. You carry her up the front stairs with Steve at your side. The door swings open before you even get the chance to knock. Nancy’s beaming face greets you as you step into the warm house. Josie wiggles in your arms and you set her on the ground. As you do Nancy takes her bag and blanket from you and places them in the living room for her and Jonathan to use later. 

Josie crawls after her and you and Steve follow. You watch as Jonathan's eyes light up when they land on your daughter and he scoops her up in his arms. 

“Hi, little miss JoJo,” he coos and she waves at him. 

Steve wraps his arm around your shoulder as you watch Nancy and Jonathan fuss over your daughter. The overwhelming love for your friends washes over you. Breaking free from Steve you rush over to Nancy, pulling her into a crushing hug. “Thank you for being the best,” you whisper into her hair. 

“I’d do anything for you,” she whispers back. 

Finally letting go you curl back into Steve’s side. Sharing a look you decide it’s probably time to head out or you will never get all your shopping done in time. You and Steve both give Josie a kiss before heading toward the door. Glancing over your shoulder you look at your daughter and remind her, “Be good for Aunt Nancy and Uncle Jonathan.” 

“Bye bye,” she calls after you as you open the door. 

Once in the car you slump into the passenger seat. Steve slips into the driver seat and rests his hand on your leg. Rubbing soothing circles with his thumb as he starts the car. 

“Do you think it ever gets easier leaving her?” you ask once you’ve made it on the main road. 

“Probably not, but at least we know we have the best babysitters in the world.” 

Smiling at him you add, “Yeah, they’ve had a lot of practice.” This pulls a snort from him as he makes a turn. 

You pull into the mall parking lot with a vague idea of what you want to buy and a lot of faith that someone will have what you need. The next few hours are spent meticulously looking over all the toy and clothes options the stores have to offer. By the time the two of you make it home the car is filled with gifts for an undoubtedly spoiled little girl. 

As Steve brings the last of the bags in from the car you settle in front of the Christmas tree with wrapping paper and scissors in hand. He takes a seat next to you and begins to pull items out of various bags. 

As you wrap another toy in the bright red paper Steve asks, “What do you think this will be like when she’s older?” 

“Well, there will probably be more presents to wrap,” you joke. His eyes light up at your words. 

“Like more presents because we will have more kids?” His tone is hopeful and you begin to realize that you never really discussed having more kids. Josie had been such a surprise that you had jumped into parenting and never looked back. Never taking the time to talk about if you would have more kids since you were so focused on the present. 

You chew on your bottom lip thinking about the possibility. When you think about the last year with your baby girl you can’t help but smile. Sure there were rough days, weeks, and even months but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. 

Finally after mulling it over you tell him, “I think I’d love to have more kids with you.” 

“You know I’ve always imagined having four kids, but even if you told me right now you didn’t want any more I would still be the happiest man alive because I have you and Josie in my life.” 

You smile at him as his overwhelming love for you washes over the room. Reaching over you squeeze his hand in a subtle show of affection. 

“I don’t know about four, how about we see how two goes first.” 

The wrapping paper drops from his hands and he crawls across the carpet to close the distance. His lips land on yours in a deep kiss and your arms snake around his neck. When he finally pulls back you can’t help but to laugh. 

“I didn’t mean right now,” you joke. 

He pouts at you before pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Well you know practice makes perfect.” 

This time it's your turn to drop what you're holding and climb into his lap. You pepper kisses over his face as his hands come to rest on your hips. His hands slip into the back pockets of your jeans as he pulls you in for another kiss. 

It doesn’t take long before you find yourself calling Nancy and Jonathan asking if they can watch Josie for another hour. It takes even less time for Steve to drag you into your bedroom after they agree. The presents left half wrapped in the living room as you spend the rest of your time alone together in bed. 

Two years later: 

Christmas time was coming up quickly once again. This time you sat on the couch with your new baby in your arms as Steve held the other. When you had told Steve you wanted to see how two kids went first the universe had taken it literally and blessed you with twins.  

Josie sat on the floor by the Christmas tree playing with various toys that Dustin had gotten for her. As the sound of the doorbell rings she pushes up and chases after Steve as he goes to open the door. Baby in arm and toddler at his feet he opens the door to greet Jonathan and Nancy. 

“Are you sure you guys are up for this? It seems like a lot to deal with,” Nancy asks as she sets her son on the floor to play with Josie. 

“Don’t worry Robin is coming over later to help out, besides Joshua keeps Josie busy and he’s an angel so if anything it makes our life easier,” you reassure your friend. 

“We won’t be out long, we are just grabbing a couple presents and then we will be right back to pick him up,��� Jonathan adds. 

Steve smiles at you before turning back to his friend, “That’s what we said before too, it’s okay if you need some extra time.” He emphasises his words with a quick wink that causes you to shake your head. 

“Go have fun,” you shout as you push them towards the door. 

“Not too much fun though,” Steve adds. 

“Or do, we could use some buddies for the twins,” you tease, causing Jonahtan to turn bright red.