#jonathanbyersxreader

A familiar voice faintly ran through your ears from behind you. You turned with your eyebrows raised before locking eyes with Jonathan. He was walking quickly, camera in hand, and stopped once he reached you.

"Y/N, hey, uh," He stuttered, panting slightly. He gulped before continuing, "I uh– I took some pretty cool photos," He paused. Your lack of response forced more words out of him as he tried to fill the void, "..If you maybe wanted to see them."

"Oh, yeah, sure." You replied, smiling back at the boy. He was clearly nervous. No matter how many times he spoke to you or how many times you two hung out, he was always nervous around you. The two of you moved aside, trying not to block the path for the other students as he showed you some of his photographs through the small screen on his camera. Jonathan's eyes stayed focused on you as he tried to read your face. He wanted to impress you.

"Wow, these are so cool." You complimented. His shoulders fell as the nervousness eased away, leaving him smiling back at you.

"You think?" He said, looking at the screen. You nodded, turning to face him with a smile. "Hey, um, did you maybe want to help me process these?" He asked. He knew you would say yes, you always did, but he still worried about your response every time. You bit your lip through your smile.

"Yeah, sure, of course." You replied, nodding once more.

"Cool." He added. The two of you stared at each other in silence for a moment, letting the distant sounds of the other students fill the empty space. Jonathan's lips parted as if to say something, but he quickly stopped himself. He looked down, clearing his throat with furrowed brows. "I gotta take Will home, but uh, maybe we could meet tomorrow morning?"

"Yeah, sure," You said. He quickly turned to head to his car. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as you watched him walk away. 

And now it was tomorrow. You woke up 1 hour before you usually did, giving you half an hour to get ready, 10 minutes for breakfast, and 20 minutes for the walk to school. You cursed Jonathan for choosing the early morning to do this. You grabbed your notebook from your desk, slipping it into your bag, as you hurried out of your room and headed for the front door. The 20 minutes it would take for you to walk to school every day wasn't very long but it gave you enough time to think. Every day as you walked, you'd think of your plan for the day ahead. You'd think about whatever classes you had and the people you'd have to interact with. You thought about which periods you got to sit with a friend and which periods you had to sit next to some sweaty basketball player or a role-playing freak that wasn't really a freak. But today, instead of thinking about the day ahead, you thought solely about Jonathan. 

self-deprecating thoughts intruded your mind, flooding it with the worse possible outcomes you could think of. What if he thinks I'm weird? What if he thinks I suck at photography? What if he thinks I smell?  You lifted your arm to spell yourself, just checking. Though you only ever spelt of freshly picked flowers and soap, you still doubted yourself. Why was what Jonathan thought tormenting you? Why did you care so much about his opinion? You had never stressed about hanging out with him before. Why did it suddenly feel so much different?

Before your brain could torment you further, you realised you had reached the school. You noticed Jonathan's parked car in the lot. He was already here. You quickly made your way toward the darkroom. As you reached the door, you looked up at the light. It wasn't red which meant you were allowed to come in. You gently turned the doorknob and pushed. 

The bright light coming from the door started Jonathan as he lifted his hands to cover his eyes. "Jeez, that's bright." He winced. 

"Sorry!" You replied, quickly shutting the door behind you. As you let your eyes adjust to the dark room, you noticed Jonathan had already started processing his photographs. "Hey." You smiled as you dropped your bag to the floor. 

"Hey," He responded, not moving his attention from the photograph he was working on. 

"Whatcha got there?" You asked, moving closer to take a look. He flung around and pushed his body back against the table, trying to shield your eyes from the photograph. "Woah, okay, jeez." 

"No, no, it's– I just–" He stuttered, he turned to look at the photo before moving aside. "It's not finished." You looked down into the tray as you stepped closer. A photograph of you sat inside the chemical-filled tray. You blinked, parting your lips and staring blankly at the photo of you. In the photo, you were casually taking a picture of something in the distance, and Jonathan used it as an opportunity to capture one of you. 

Jonathan looked at you, watching as your lips curled into a soft smile. You had always been the one to take the photos. No one had ever taken one of you. 

"It's good, isn't it?" He said, breaking the silence. You chuckled and turned to face him. 

"Oh, yeah, it's a great one," You said sarcastically, smiling. "A once in a lifetime."

"It's only good because you're in it." He said, moving to slide the picture from the tray. "It's my favourite one." Your sarcastic smile faded as you stared at him, your eyelashes blinking rapidly. "It just feels real."

"Real?" You repeated softly, almost like a whisper. 

"Yeah," He continued, lifting the photograph and hanging it on the line above to dry. "It's one of those photos that makes you feel something." He didn't look at you, he continued to stare at the picture. "Like, when I look at this, I can feel it." Though his eyes fought to not meet yours, your gaze stayed focused on him. You gulped as you listened to him. "I can feel that day again, I can feel what I felt when I took it."

"What does it feel like?" You interrupted, your voice still soft and quiet. His lips parted as he turned to face you. You stood only inches apart, staring into each other's eyes. 

"Like home." He replied, his dark brown eyes flickering between yours and your lips. The silence that wrapped around the both of you filled the air with tension, neither of you daring to make a move. Jonathan fought the urge to break the distance between the two of you, afraid of what would happen if he did. 

A small sigh that escape his lips, pulled him back to reality but before he could step back or move away, you lifted yourself to your tiptoes and collided your lips with his. He froze, clearly in shock, before he began kissing back. The two of you kissed slowly as his hands found their way to your hips. He pulled you in closer, gripping at your waist and deepening the kiss. Your bodies pressed against one another heatedly, fuelling the passion and desire you both shared as your lips tangled with each other. 

The kiss grew faster and more passionate causing you to stumble backwards; the desk behind you catching you. Your hands moved to hold his face, trying to pull him closer to you as you fell from your tiptoes. His hands slid up and down your waist before reaching behind to hold your backside as he lifted you up. You gasped as he lifted you onto the desk, pulling away for a moment.

"Is this okay?" He panted. His pink lips were swollen and had clearly been touched by your lip gloss. You could only imagine what yours looked like. You nodded in response before attaching your lips back on his, grabbing a hold of his face once more. As your hands fell to grasp his shirt, his hands fell to pull on yours. He gently pulled it over your head, tossing it over his shoulder. He leaned in, wanting the taste of your lips again, but you moved back. You tugged at his shirt, signalling you wanted it off, and he obliged. He ripped it over his shoulders and threw it behind him before his hands found your waist again and his lips met with yours. 

As his hands roamed your body, you moaned into the kiss. He kissed down your chest, moving quickly towards the top of your pants before hooking his fingers inside of them and pulling them down slowly. Your fingers entwined in his hair as your head fell back, moaning. He grazed his fingertips up your bare thighs and towards your aching core. 

"Can I touch you?" He asked, looking down at your body. You nodded desperately.

"Please." You breathed. You watched as his hands slowly moved towards your heat, desperate for his touch, and you gasped once you felt him touch you gently through your panties. His hands glided over your pussy. His lips parted with a quiet moan as he felt your wetness. He kissed you gently as he slowly rubbed circles on your clit. You moaned and gasped, pulling away from the kiss to throw your head back in pleasure. His other hand gently moved to cup the back of your head, pulling your face back towards him and attaching both of your mouths again. His fingers slipped underneath your panties and circled your entrance. "Please." You gasped, begging for his touch. Your eyes fell shut as you moved your hips against his fingers. 

Suddenly, you felt his finger pushing against your entrance and you gasped once you felt him push them inside. Your hands gripped at his shoulders, trying to keep yourself stable as you moaned in pleasure. He began to slowly kiss down your neck, sucking on the spot that made you moan the most. 

"J-Jonathan, don't leave marks." You giggled softly, through your moans of pleasure. He didn't answer, he only chuckled in response before attaching his lips back onto the same spot and sucking. His fingers began to speed up as he thrust them inside of you, making you whine and moan. Your hips moved against his fingers, begging for more. "Jonathan," You whined, bucking your hips. 

"What? Are you okay?" He asked, pulling his mouth away from you with concern covering his face. 

"Please, I need you." You moaned, biting your lip to try and keep them quiet. His fingers got faster and you could feel the knot inside your stomach building. "Please! I need you inside of me!" You moaned, wrapping your hands in his hair. His mouth opened in pleasure as he watched your face contort. 

"Cum for me first." He whispered, not daring to take his eyes off of you. You whimpered at his words, not expecting the sudden confidence from him. His hand moved to rub your clit while his other thrusted his fingers in and out of you, making you squirm and gasp as the pleasure built. "Cum for me, Y/N, please," He begged, kissing down your neck once more.

With that, you felt the pressure build and build until you couldn't hold back anymore and you gasped as you came on his fingers. He kept thrusting through your orgasm, wrapping his other hand around your waist to keep you still as your hips wiggled trying to get away from the pleasure. 

"J-Jonathan!" You screamed, pulling at his hair. Your eyes rolled back as your head fell and your mouth gaped open silently. Your legs shook as you squirmed. He slowed his fingers as you calmed down, allowing you to catch your breath through your moans. "Oh my god." You breathed, looking back at him. He bit his lip as he looked at you before removing his fingers from you. 

"Do you still- uh-" He stammered,

"Yes, Jonathan, please." You whimpered, moving your hands down to wrap around his neck. You pulled him in and attached your lips, moaning into the kiss. His face flushed red at your words. He never expected you to want him, let alone be underneath him right now. He pulled away from you as he quickly pulled his jeans down, tripping over himself slightly. You giggled softly as you watched him struggle. He looked up at you with a smile. 

"What's so funny?" He laughed, pulling his jeans fully off. He moved towards you, standing between your legs again and holding your waist.

"Nothing," You said softly, placing your hands on his face and pulling his lips onto yours. He moaned into the kiss as his hands grazed over your body before slowly making their way to your panties. He pulled them down, throwing them to the floor, before doing the same with his boxers. Suddenly, he jerked himself back.

"Oh shit," He breathed. He tapped your waist gently before rushing to his bag. 

"What are you–" You started, but before you could answer, you noticed the gold square packaging he pulled from his backpack. "You just carry those around with you?"

"All guys do." He panted, hurrying back to you. You laughed softly.

"I don't think all guys do." You replied, brushing the hair away from his face and cupping the back of his head. He chuckled and looked at you before gently pecking your lips. 

"You know, I really like you, Y/N." He spoke softly. His smile faded into a concerned look as he waited anxiously for a reply. You stared back at him, wishing for words to come out of your mouth but they didn't. He sighed, "I mean, I don't just do this stuff with just anybody," Your lips curled into a soft smile as you titled your head slightly, looking at him in lovingly.

"I really like you too, Jonathan," You cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck. His worried expression quickly began to fade as you continued, "Maybe we uh– should've said that out loud before– you know," You bit your lip, holding back your laugh. Jonathan shook his head with a big smile forming on his face. 

"Eh, maybe." He whispered before attaching his lips to yours. He reached one of his hands to cup your face gently, pulling your mouth closer to him and deepening the kiss. Without pulling away, he aligned himself with your entrance. When you felt him push against your core, you gasped and pulled away, looking down. He lifted your chin gently, forcing you to look at him.

"You sure?" He asked, looking into your eyes. You nodded, pulling at his neck to bring him closer to you. He held his ground. "I need words, baby."

"Yes! Yes, Jonathan! Please!" You whined. He slowly began to push himself forward, sliding into you and you gasped. One of your hands grasped at his chest as you moaned. He paused, looking up at you with concern. Your eyes fell shut as your face contorted in pleasure and pain. "It's okay, it's okay, please just go." You winced. He began moving again, sliding deeper into you without taking his eyes off of your face. He groaned as he placed himself fully inside of you, snaking one of his arms around your waist, holding your bodies close. You took a second to catch your breath before allowing him to move. He obliged, slowly beginning to thrust in and out of you. You gasped at the movement, tightening your grip on his hair. 

"Fuck." He groaned, looking at your pleasure-filled face. His arm stayed wrapped around your body tightly, making sure you didn't fall back. He began to pick up the pace which forced a loud moan out of you. He quickly placed his hand over your mouth as he continued to thrust into you, moving the other hand to hold onto your hips. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you grasped onto Jonathan's shoulders. You felt your orgasm building and building once more. Jonathan knew you were close by the way you were clenching around him. "So close, baby, just hold it a little longer," He whispered while he continued to slam into you. Your mouth gaped open behind Jonathan's hand as he muffled your moans. "Gotta be quiet for me, okay?" You felt your orgasm approaching at a rapid pace. You reached your hand out to press against his chest. He shut his eyes as his head fell back with a quiet moan, while continuing to move inside out you faster. He moved his hand that covered your mouth down to hold your hips as he went harder, chasing his own high. 

"J–Jonathan," You whimpered through your moans, trying to stay quiet. The knot in your stomach was burning and needed to be released, you could barely hold it back anymore. He rocked his hips back and forth rapidly as his orgasm approached. 

"Cum, baby, cum for me." He groaned. And with his words, you felt your body reach its climax and release with a loud moan. He continued thrusting through your orgasm, allowing the feeling of your body spasming to guide him to his peak. You felt your body shudder and squirm as your orgasm hit you. Your arms moved around aimlessly, begging for something to grasp on to. You decided on his neck, wrapping your arms around him once more and pulling him closer. Your loud moans filled his ears.  

"Oh fuck!" You gasped. He filled the space between the two of you, colliding your mouths together as you kissed passionately. His brows furrowed as you both moaned into the kiss. You had never felt so good in your life. You both pulled away from the kiss, allowing air back into your lungs as Jonathan tucked his head in the crook of your neck. He continued rocking back and forth, slowing his movements as you both began to calm down. 

Now, you were both panting as small moans and whimpers escape both of your lips. He lifted his head and looked down at where your bodies connected before you felt him move again. As he pulled out of your sensitive core, your body shuddered and you gasped. You quickly bit your lip to stop yourself from becoming louder than you already were. You stared at each other, the only sound in the room being your slowing pants as you both attempted to catch your breaths. 

"Holy shit." He added quietly through his breath. You licked your lips before letting your head fall down with a small giggle. After hearing your quiet laugh, he lifted your face to meet his eyes. "What?" He chuckled back, tilting his head at you.

"I can't believe we just had sex in the darkroom." You said, laughing, before sliding off of the table and picking up your clothes from the floor. 

"I can't believe we just had sex." He mumbled under his breath, also picking up his clothes and putting them back on. Your ears didn't catch the last sentence. You fixed up your hair and re-applied some lip gloss. 

"Shit, the time," He gasped, picking up his satchel and throwing the strap over his shoulder. You hurried to pick up your bag up from the floor. Just as you reached to grab the door knob, you felt Jonathan's hand quickly grab your wrist and spin you back around. "Hey, uh, um–" He stuttered. "We should probably talk about–"

"Yeah, um, right," You replied. He looked down at his hand that held onto your wrist and quickly pulled it back.

"Uh– yeah, um, so," He started, waiting for you to jump in and finish his sentence for him so he wouldn't have to say the words. When you didn't, he sighed. "This is hard." You let out a breath.

"Yeah, it is." You replied, fiddling with your fingers. "I mean, words are hard, right?"

"Right, yeah." He agreed awkwardly, looking away from your eyes. "Maybe we uh– don't need words." 

"Yeah, words are stupid." You said, nodding quickly.

"Yeah."

"Yeah." You both stared awkwardly at each other for a moment, neither knowing what to do. Suddenly, the tension was interrupted by you. "Okay, I got to go," You said quickly, rushing to open the door and escape from the awkwardness you were drowning in. The bright light that came from the sun blinded you as you lifted your arm to cover your eyes. 

"Wait, Y/N!" Jonathan called over your shoulder, following you through the door. You shut your eyes and sighed before turning back to Jonathan with a smile. "Look, I don't want things to be weird, I–"

"Weird? No, not at all." You interrupted, swatting his shoulder playfully. It was a lie. Obviously, things were weird. "I mean, it's not like we just had sex or anything."

"Y/N–" He sighed, his brows raising. 

"No, I know, I'm sorry," You continued, rushing to try and save yourself. "It just feels weird, ya know?" He nodded and looked to the ground. "I mean, I do like you, I just–" You paused, looking around at the people that passed through the school. Your distraction gave Jonathan an opportunity to cut in.

"We both get uncomfortable during these types of situations and I don't want to this time." He said firmly, looking up at you. "I know I'm an awkward person, okay?" You stared back at him, unsure of what to say. "But I really want this to work so I'm gonna try." His eyes followed your lips as they curved into a smile.

"I really want this to work too," You said softly. You looked into his eyes and then down at his lips for a moment, wishing they were on yours again. You quickly pulled yourself out of your daydream and cleared your throat. "Communication. That's what we need." He nodded. "Yup, just good old-fashioned communication." You both smiled back at each other. He wrapped his arm around your neck as the two of you began walking towards your first class.

"Yeah, right, so–" His voice trailed, "How do we do that?" You bit your lip and squinted your eyes as you turned to him. 

"Talking?" You faltered, forcing out a smile.

"Great, perfect, we're both so good at talking," He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes at you. You laughed as the two of you walked arm in arm toward the entrance of the school. "Maybe we should just stick to kissing?" He joked, turning to you and leaning down to kiss your lips. You kissed him gently before playfully pushing at his chest.

"Wow, at least take a girl out to dinner." You said, your smile only growing. The two of you smiled and laughed with each other as you walked through the school doors and down the halls.