“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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