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justlydiasworld · 2 years

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i know the 80s weren’t the most welcoming to gay ppl but can i pls request robin and reader getting dragged to a kissing booth, maybe their friends setting them up together. Like robin is hesitant to do anything cuz she doesn’t know if reader is straight or not (spoiler, she’s not) thank uuuuu!!

Just The Two Of Us

Pairing: F!Reader x Robin Buckley

Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x Johnathon Byer

Summary: Robin and a couple of friends head to mall to hang out. Poor baby didn’t know she would be dragged into a kissing booth with you. She’s hesitant since she doesn’t know if you’re straight or not.

Warning(s): None- that I know of.

Authors note: This will turn into a one shot for this fanfic. I love this idea and I can’t wait to write it out. Thank you for requesting,and again my inbox is open.

Summer heat was not the best at Hawkins. The sticky air and the ice cream turning into water. It was definitely not the best. But your group of friends had an idea, not original but it still works. “So we’re all heading to the mall?” You asked with confusion. They were planning on ice skating as a group or heading to a carnival tonight but they just stuck with something simple.

“Yeah we’re going to the mall at 4.” Nancy smirked a smile on her face, putting her arms on Jonathan. Eddie kicked some rocks on the ground and his hands were in his pockets,smiling. “We-Well I’m fine with it. How about you y/n?” The freckled girl asked you with such warmth. Not even the hot weather made that kind of warmth that Robin did to you.

You nodded slowly and she just smiled with all of her teeth. It was adorable. SHE was adorable. Maybe you can’t say it out loud but you wish you could. You haven’t told anyone but Nancy that you also liked girls and guys. She accepted you even though you told her you were bisexual. Something that eased your mind was when Robin came out to you and Steve after the whole incident. You felt almost relieved that somebody else in Hawkins also likes girls.

“Let’s goo! We’re hitting the road!” Eddie screamed on top of his lungs. He opened the door to his truck and sat down. The others just filling in from the back. “Hey, me and Nancy will be right behind you guys. We’re taking my car.” Johnathon said while he scrunches his brows because of the sun hitting his face. “Alright!” Steve yelled back even louder since Eddie started the truck.

So it was just you and Robin sitting extremely close to each other and Eddie and Steve singing to some random songs on the radio. You have no clue what to say to the brunette,rather your mouth did it for you. You saw how her face tilted towards the sun and how it made her glow. Her freckles becoming the most noticeable thing under the sun- truly she was breathtaking. “You’re so,breathtaking Robin.” You mouth dropped slightly and head tilted to get a better view of her face. You were dazed, caught up in a trance almost.

“I-uh- you mean that? As a friend way? Or?” Robin asked with flushed cheeks. She looked at you with her big blue eyes. “Ah,yeah. As friends..” you mumbled the last part, you head looking down on your lap with a frown. Yeah,as friends. Robin didn’t understand why you were so upset, she just genuinely wanted to know. I guess you did mean it in a friend way. Poor Robin wanted to hear something differently.

Eddie and Steve heard everything behind them and both of them only smirk. Mischievous grin that painted their faces, you didn’t know what they had in plan. But for now, you were dancing on the palms of their hands. As soon Eddie parked his truck in front of the mall, he took the keys out of it and got out.

All of you guys end up meeting up at the same place at the right time. The smell of different food mixing in the air and the laughter of kids made it seem so much better and livelier than the sticky heat outside. Steve and the others huddled up in a bunch excluding both you and Robin out of it. It was funny to look at but you were confused for the most part. So was the brunette. “Psst, you know what they’re up to?” Robin whispered near your ear. “No clue Rob. You know anything?” You whispered back with a soothing tone. “Nope,but I bet it’s something stupid. Especially if that dingus (Steve) is in charge of whatever’s going on.”

The both of you guys end up laughing, until a song plays in the mall. “Just The Two Of Us” by Grover Washington. This song was a song that almost everybody in Hawkins enjoyed,definitely a hit. Robin started doing a little dance while she lip syncs the song, moving her hips a bit and having her hands all over the place. “I wanna spend some time with you..” she lip synced while smiling at you. You joined in on the fun and dance along with her in front of everyone,” just the two of us.” You chuckled and stopped because the music stopped and played a different song instead,that was quick.

“Robin you dance? Didn’t know that.” Eddie raised a brow and crossed his arm towards his chest. Nancy pinched his arm a bit and nodded her head towards the,kissing booth? Steve had a sudden realization and cleared his throat. “Ahem, me and Eddie will go and buy some food and hang out for a second. You guys don’t mind right?” You shook your head for a second but you thought it was a group hangout day. “Save me some food dingus!” Robin yelled at him as they walk towards a cafe. “Ah, yeah me and Nancy are actually going to shop for Will and Mike. You know how boys are, growing out of their old clothes and needing new ones.” Johnathon smiled and looked at Nancy. “Ye-yeah, you guys should go into that booth right over there! We’ll meet back in 20 minutes. Promise.” Nancy turned around with Johnathon.

She winked at you before she left and now it was only you and Robin. You turned around and see how flushed her cheeks gotten. She had a day spent with you! All for herself! “I’m sorry you had to be stuck with me Rob. I-I know you probably wanted to hang out with ste-“ Robin cut you off and reassured you,” no!no! It’s,it’s fine. I like spending time with you. A lot actually.”

As Robin finished talking, you took a look at her lips. Plumped, smooth, maybe a bit sweet too. The brunette took that as a sign but she was shocked to see you glare at her lips. By the time Robin could say anything, you dragged her arm. You sat down on the cushioned seat. There was a huge red sign above you that said “KISS ME.” And a huge kiss beside the letters.

As you sat down, the tall freckled girl turned into a sweet red color. Her blue eyes widen. “You-you really wanna-“ She muttered out but of course you wanted to kiss then pretty girl. The way she smiled at you, the way she was there for you every time, this was your shot. Robin wanted confirmation that you also liked girls, and maybe this was the confirmation that she needed. Boy did she have the biggest smile ever.

Robin got nervous and rambled all over again. You aren’t mad at her for that but you were just too impatient at the moment. You wanted everyone to know that you liked this precious girl in fort f you. Even if it means to ruin your reputation. You were still in the mall and crowds of people were hanging around in different areas.

“So uh ye-“ Robin chuckled but as soon as she met your (e/c) eyes, you grabbed her chin with care. Pressing your soft lips with hers. You felt every part of her lips on yours and it felt like heaven. Her plumped lip felt like soft pillows but smelt just like the cherry cola lip balm you bought her at this exact store. You let go of Robin but all she does is whine. “I wanted more than just that..” she mumbled underneath her breath. You looked around, and met her blue eyes once again. “I mean it’s just the two of us.” You gave her a smirk and that made Robin go feral.

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usetheeauthor · 2 years

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We All Go A Little Mad Sometimes Pt. 1 of 2

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

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

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

Word Count: 4.8k+

A/N: I wrote this fic because I was inspired by a post in the Jonathan Byers smut tag and it gave me this idea that I thought could be fun. This will is a End of The Fucking World-esque Plotline. It’ll be somewhat modern with modern language. It’s a 2 parter and part 2 will be posted pretty quickly because I’ve written a bunch of fics that I’ve been pushing out. I intended the Reader to have a similar personality to Maddy Perez from Euphoria. This will have dark humor mixed in with some hot content. This has Jonathan’s POV (darkened/italic are his thoughts) throughout the story but it’s mostly in 2nd POV. Part 2 Here

Warnings: this is fucked up, perv!reader, yandere!reader, reader and Jonathan are both batshit insane, incel community and toxic language, bi!reader, pining, sexual tension, misogyny, gatekeeping, dark humor, cheerleader!reader, dom!reader, sub!jonathan, use of ‘papi’, handjob, oral sex (f receiving), bonded hands (via scrunchie), ass worship, anal play/sex, degradation kink, fingering, cumming in pants, minor praise kink, dry humping, kissing, all characters over 18, jonathan is a virgin until he isn’t 😉😉, reader is given the alias ‘Babydoll’ which is used throughout the fic instead of Y/N

*Jonathan’s POV*

Morning, readers. This is Jonathan’s daily words. I just wanted start off by saying…When I graduated, I thought the days of social cliques, petty rumors, and caring for reputations were all over. I felt that all were left behind when I stepped into the ‘real world’ . I was so wrong. College was no different. It wasn’t only a place for the intelligent. You had your jocks and cheerleaders who were lucky enough to obtain sports scholarships, rich brats with parents that paid their way in, and then the worse of them all…attention whores. The ones that swear they’re intelligent and top of the class.

This girl at my university is the perfect example of all 3. Cheerleader, rich, and whore. I call her “Babydoll” because she’s just as plastic and fake as one. I hate her with my every brain cell. Girls like her were only trouble. They use people to get what they want. It works in her favor every fucking time because she’s “pretty”. She’s average at best. Yet, people always fall for her. The weak-minded ones, anyway.

Us, though, we see through the shit. That’s what makes us better than anyone in this godforsaken planet. That’s what’ll make us rule this earth someday. Before I go, I challenge you all today. Do something that you believe’ll make a difference. That way we’ll be one step closer to that future molded by us.

—————

Jonathan signs off, preparing to head to his first class of the day. The one he shared with you. Although, he despised you, he also found you quite fascinating. You were great writing material for his journals and his followers seemed to be a fan of you as well.

Jonathan enters the classroom, noticing a frat brother sat right in his seat. He stares at the burly man. The man staring back.

“That’s my seat.” Jonathan says. His voice so monotone it was hard to tell he was angry.

“There aren’t any assigned seats, dork. Find another.” The frat boy dismisses him.

Jonathan clenches his jaw, seething and staring at the man one last time before choosing another seat. He can hear his fellow peers whispering behind his back calling him ‘sociopathic’ and ‘psychotic’.

“Did you see his eyes? He looked like he was gonna kill you?” One peer says.

“Maybe he’s killed before.” The other would say.

He tunes them out. This is the kind of insufferable shit I’ve got to deal with every day. He growls to himself. Jonathan’s thoughts cease to exist the moment you finally walk into the classroom. His eyes following your every move. You sat in the row beside him, two seat up so that you were in front of the class. Attention whores loved to sit in the front to be teacher’s pet. Clearly, she’s teacher’s pet. Each day of class, the professor won’t keep his eyes off of her, staring down her shirt she wore to show off her body. I’m sure they’re fucking each others brains out. He was considered a ‘Chad’ and that’s exactly the type she’d prey after. Jonathan thoughts are once again interrupted when he sees you whip your head around in his direction. In fact, the entire class was looking directly at him.

“Jonathan Byers.” The professor calls out.

Jonathan recognizing that his name was being called for attendance but he’d been so distracted by you. The professor has already called his name twice by now. Redness creeped up on his cheeks. “Here.” He says.

The students stifled chuckles as they turned their attention back to the front of the room. His eyes shift back to you. You were still looking at him, smirking then turning away. It was as if you knew your effect on him.

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After class, Jonathan stopped by for some lunch at the food court area. He sat to himself, reading his manga and occasionally taking bites of his food. He didn’t have much friends or friends at all. The nerds in his photography club didn’t count as true friends. His friends were online. A community of them that shared his belief.

He found himself so immersed in the story, he hadn’t recognized you standing there for at least 10 seconds, looking down at him. His eyes dart up at you, lowering the manga.

You point at the single, empty chair at his table. “This seat taken?” You smile.

There was that sickeningly evil smile you loved to shoot others to get what you wanted. It was brain rotting. Jonathan worried if he stared at you any longer that he’s burst to ash.

Nonetheless, Jonathan shook his head as a ‘no’, giving you the permission to sit. You plopped your tray on the table and took a seat, eyes squinting at the book he held in his hand.

“I love that manga. Great taste.” You complimented him but in Jonathan’s eyes you might as well have called him an idiot.

He scoffed. “You read manga?”

“Yep.”

“Name three.”

“Are you really gonna quiz me on this?” You’re the one to scoff now, crossing your arms.

Jonathan remains quiet but his expression lets you know that he meant it.

You sighed. “Banana Fish, Akira, Parasyte.”

Shit. All the ones I like, too. No way did she learn that on her own. Some nerd probably taught her that so she can pick up more nerds to do her homework. She only sat here to seduce me for just that reason.

You study Jonathan’s face noticing the inner conflict within himself, you smirked. “Are you realizing that you like the mangas that most manga readers already know? How does it feel being basic?”

“You came here to pick on me? Take a number.” Jonathan bites hard into the baby carrot, underlining his creeping anger.

“No,” Your voice soft and sweet. “I genuinely would like to get to know you. I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“I know.”

“How?”

Jonathan gazes at her, incredulously. “We have History together.”

“I know I’m just teasing, Jonathan.”

His body freezes at the sound of his name on your lips. It was the first time he’d heard you say it. It sent blood flowing to an area that he really wished wouldn’t awaken at this moment.

“I just wanted to formally introduce myself,” You continued. “We haven’t talked once and this semester’s almost over. I didn’t want it to end before we could speak since i don’t think anyone will be in town for winter break.”

“What could we possibly talk about that we’d have in common?”

You shot him a bored look, picking up his manga as an answer. “And I’m sure there is so much more. Hey, why don’t we study for that final together? It could be fun.”

“I’m fine. Thank you.”

You lean in, breath tickling his lips and eyes locked on one another’s. “Trust me. It’ll be fun.”

Jonathan swallowed hard. He should say no. He declined perfectly fine before but with your apple-scented shampoo wafting in the air, he couldn’t think clearly.

“O-okay, but we’re not doing anything.”

You threw your head back in laughter, leaning back in your chair. You cocked your head to the side. “What kind of girl do you take me for?” You hold a hand up as if held under oath. “Estaré en mi mejor conducta.”

He hoped that meant that you promising to leave him be. He couldn’t imagine you coming over to his place. You were clearly teasing.

“Tonight at 8. At your dorm?” You asked.

“Why not yours?”

“My roommate’s asked for some privacy for tonight. The ‘sock on the door’ thing, ya know. I walked in on her one time. Saw some really freaky ass shit. Never again. So I’m pretty much out of my door from 8-9. I figure maybe that would be my opportunity to study with a new buddy.” You nudged him with your elbow before checking the time on your watch. “Well, gotta go to my next class. I’ll see you tonight.”

Waving, you gathered your things and left him alone once again. He was surprised that you were comfortable enough to even approach him to behin with and now you two had a study date. Had she been replaced by an alien?

—————

Evening, fellas. So the Babydoll decided to approach me while I was peacefully reading my favorite manga and she’s all, “I’d like to come over to your place to… ‘study’.” And like a fucking simp I said “Yes.” You see that’s the thing with venomous women like Babydoll, you let ‘em too close and you’re suddenly not thinking straight. They’re like fucking witches. So, I come before you as humbled as can be. As a fellow member of this community. How should I stop this brainwashing from continuing any further? How do I give myself the strength to pry myself from her hex?

*comments*

Brosbeforehoes67 actually this could be good.

HeManWomanHaters yea maybe you can finally get some from that slut

Nice_guysfinishlast all in favor for Johnny to take the bitch by her reigns, say I 🙋‍♂️

Allwhoresarewitches just say yes to anything she says now maybe it’ll work in your favor

Jonathan smiles wickedly at the responses, amused by the suggestions. Most ranging from silly to outright violent. He hears a knock at his front door. That was weird. He wasn’t expecting a visitor so soon.

Answering the door, you stood right in his doorway wearing your skimpy cheer costume. Jonathan could feel the front of his pants begin to tighten, heart pounding at an alarmingly dangerous rate. He need to sit down soon or he could faint.

“What are you doing here?” He asks as unfazed as he could.

“I know I’m like an hour and a half early but I did try to change before I got here from practice. Roommate decided to start the fun early so no access to decent clothes. I had nowhere else to go and knowing you don’t take night classes on Thursdays so I came here.”

“How do you know my schedule?” He inquires.

“U-um…well, I saw your planner opened up on the table during lunch. I’m a little perceptive you could say. Let me in? Por favor.”

He shakes a hand through his hair, frizzing it up in frustration then reluctantly moves to the side and lets you in.

Your eyes surveyed up and down the room. “You have a dorm to yourself?”

“For now,” Jonathan answered. “They haven’t found me a roommate yet.”

“Lucky you.” You lead yourself to his bedroom much to his chagrin.

“Hey, that’s off limits. We could study out here in the living room.”

You ignore his protests, taking him by his hand and leading him into the bedroom. You have him sit on the edge of his bed along with you, throwing your backpack down between you.

“Shall we begin?” You say, rummaging through your bag.

“B-begin what?”

“Studying, mi amor.”

Did she just call me her ‘love’? This could just be another one of her temptress tactics.

“Right.”

He takes the textbook on the shelf beside him, opening it to the chapter you both were meant to study.

“First question is…Who was the first president of the United States?” You read.

“What? No way. That’s too easy. Is that really one of the questions?” Jonathan skims his notes.

You burst out laughing at his confusion. “Kidding. Boy, you really can’t pick up a joke.”

“It’s hard to do so when your a girl. I don’t understand girl humor.”

“The hell is ‘girl humor’? It’s just a joke.”

“That’s subjective.” He retorts.

“Maybe,” You shrug. Then all of a sudden, you began to violently cough into the long sleeve of your cheer crop top. “You think you could make me some tea. It could really help my throat. It’s sooo sore.”

Probably from blowing the teacher. Jonathan rolls his eyes. The quicker he follows your command, the faster he’d get through this study session and report back to the guys. “Fine. Wait here.” He grumbles, leaving the room.

Little did Jonathan know that this was all a ploy to buy you some time to look through his accessible computer. The tabs were still open. You knew this would be fun.

—————

Jonathan walks back into the room and he nearly dropped the hot tea cup onto the ground. He stood there paralyzed but he had to make a move or else you’d see too much.

“Look, I can explain.”

“Babydoll? That’s the best you could come up with,” Your sickeningly sweet voice now low and sultry. “By the way, this…” You gestures to your boobs and body. “Is all real. No plastic here, mi amor. And ‘average at best’? In your fucking dreams, maybe.”

“I-I…” Jonathan can barely form a sentence.

You stood up slowly from the computer chair, eye contact not breaking from his. Every step forward you took, he took backward until he ended up hitting a wall, a drop of hot tea splashing out its cup onto the carpet.

You looked down at it then up at him again with a wicked smile. “I’ll just take this from your hands. Wouldn’t want you making anymore of a mess?”

You placed the cup on the shelf beside you, pressing your body against his and he gasps. “Look at you. You’re trembling,” Her fingertips glide down his flannel shirt. “Haven’t had a touch from a woman before, have you? Such a shame. You are quite handsome.”

“You’re strange.” He says, trying to gain his confidence but his wavering tone couldn’t fool you.

“I’m strange? You’re the one who pretended like you hated me when you secretly want to fuck me,” You wrapped a hand around his throat. “You can’t stop thinking about me. It makes you so mad that I’m fucking the teacher and not taking your cock instead.”

“You’re wrong. I don’t want to fuck you. I know you’re just trying to use me and hurt me.”

“That’s exactly…” You cupped his erection for emphasis eliciting a small yelp from him. “…what I want to do to you.”

“I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Does it matter?” You rolled your eyes.

“What do you want from me? Why are you suddenly interested in me? Then, you invade my privacy and your touching me like this. We said nothing will happen.”

“Nothing will happen. But if you wish for me to let you go. I can, papi.”

You were trying to kill him. That was it.

“Ask me to let you go and I will.” You rephrased.

“I c-can’t.”

“Why?” Your voice returns to its saccharine state.

“Because I…I—”

“Like it?” You suggested.

“I don’t know.” He whimpers as you begin to palm him through his pants. He stares up at the ceiling, relishing in the feeling of you pressed against him taking up his oxygen with your intoxicating scent.

“You’re smart,” You yank yourself away. Hands no longer wrapped around his throat and his hardness. “Figure it out. Until then, I won’t touch you any further. But I did have a method to my madness.”

Jonathan lowers his eyes, back to reality. “What?”

“You have all this hatred towards women, right? Maybe I can give you your first victim to practice this out.”

“What do you mean?”

You exhaled deeply, dropping yourself on his bed again. “There’s this girl. We used to be…close. But then she fucking left me high and dry and betrayed me. I hadn’t seen her on a year. We went to different universities but, winter break, I’ll be able to see her again. She’s lives in Hawkins. I once lived there, too. And you as well, right?”

“Yeah?” He says in a confused tone.

“You’re wondering how I know that. Well, I guess I should come clean about myself, too. That way we have no more secrets between us. I’ve been watching you reeeaal close.”

“So, in other words, you’ve been stalking me.” Jonathan teases only to be surprised by your answer.

“Yes. I have.”

“Well, let’s just say that I get kind of intense when there’s someone I really like.”

“Y-you like me?”

“I do. I thought fucking the teacher would get you jealous enough to do something but I guess I must accept that you just aren’t the assertive type. That’s okay. I can be that for the both of us.”

Jonathan’s world felt like it was spiraling. This felt like a fever dream. No way could this be real.

“Anyway, I’m going to Hawkins for the break and I want us to travel together. We’re going to break into that puta’s house and we’re going to fuck with her mind.”

“And why would I help you?”

“Because I know you want to,” Her voice becomes menacing. “Also, I may like you, but I will take you down. I have pictures of your disgusting posts. I will share them with the entire college population and end you.”

Jonathan is speechless.

“Shall we resume our studies?”

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Hey, readers. Let me tell you a story. Stop me if this sounds familiar. Ice Queen reveals herself to be infatuated with an invisible misfit. Then, she asks you to join her on a trip to attack her lesbian lover as retaliation for breaking her heart. There’s a possible chance of violence maybe even…murder.

*comments*

redchevy1972 all girls are either sluts or lesbians

mangaover_comics is that the plot to jennifer’s body? never seen it but that megan fox is surely a 10

incelsarelaw86 *mangaover_comics she’s about an 8. too hairy for me. if this is about Babydoll, Johnny boy, you’ve gotta make her your personal sex slave

luigiisunderrated *incelsarelaw86 yea or he could expose her for the crazy whore she is maybe blackmail her into doing sexual favors for you

Maybe there was some way he could turn the situation around so that he’s have the power over you. This winter break trip was just what Jonathan needed. This would be his big break. In his eyes, he’ll go down in the history books of man.

—————

Finals had come and gone. Jonathan found out you’d passed with a grade higher than his. That pissed him off so badly that he knew that he had to control his power on you soon or he just might focus his rage in more harmful outlets.

His rage was silent but you’d caught onto it, glancing at him as he drove. It was finally winter break now so your plans for Hawkins was in full motion. You wanted to enjoy the trip with your new love but you were getting irritated at his behavior towards you.

“Qué pasa? What’s got your knots in twists?”

“Nothing. I’d like to have a peaceful drive to Hawkins. It’s going to be a long one and I don’t wish to argue.”

“You’re such a child,” You groaned. “Is it because you caught me speaking with the teacher today? I promise it was innocent.”

“No. For the last time, I don’t care if you sleep with the teacher. You and I are not even friends.” Jonathan feels as if the air has been sucked out of the car. You grow quiet in a bubbling rage.

“You…” You say through clenched. Jonathan awaits an explosion of fury instead there’s an explosion of tears. “You are such a dickhead.”

Jonathan darts his eyes between the road and you in a panic. “Hey, wait, don’t cry. I’m sorry, okay.”

You continued to sob in your hands, your words muffled by them but Jonathan can hear things like ‘why won’t you love me’ and ‘asshole’.

“I’ll seriously give you anything you want if you please stop crying.”

“Anything?” Her head pops up.

It was all an act! The fuck is wrong with this girl?

“Yes. Anything reasonable.” He adds.

“Well, we have been driving for nearly 3 whole hours. We’ve got to get some rest.” You advised.

“We agree on rest stops on every 6th hour.”

“6 hours is kind outrageous, dude. We need a break,” You point. “There’s motel right there. We can check in.”

“Fine.” He enters the parking lot of the motel and positions his car in a space. You both made your way to the front counter.

“How can I help you?” The man asks.

“Two—”

“One room please. The one with a king bed.”

“What?”

“Anything, remember?”

Jonathan crosses his arms. She was obviously not letting him live that down for the remainder of the trip.

When you got to your room, you immediately dropped your bag and dropped your whole body on the bed, shoes kicked off. You pretended to make snow angels, sinking deeper into the soft mattress.

“Ahhh, this will be nice.”

Just as Jonathan began to remove his jacket, you pull him by the hand and yanked him up onto the mattress, too.

“Jump with me.” You jumps and circles around Jonathan.

“So, I’m the child, was it?” He asks, referring to your comment earlier.

“Will you stop having a stick up your ass and join me?” You continued to bounce taking his hands to urge him with you. Soon, he found himself jumping forcefully and then involuntarily.

It felt lighthearted and fun, spinning, bouncing, and laughing with one another. You’d almost forgotten that you were here for anything but wholesome actions. Then, some damning evidence falls out of his pockets and your mind is back on its goal.

You scrambled for the items that fell onto the mattress, hearing him stammering above you. It was candid polaroid photos of you in comprising positions. You look up at him, seeing his adam’s apple bobbing.

“You little pervert.”

“I’m sorry.” He says, head lowered as he sat himself next to you.

“What were you gonna do with these? Sell them off to your incel fuckers?”

“It’s not like that.” He shakes his head, looking defiantly into your eyes.

“You’re trying to make a power move over me. Are you? You think leaking little photos of me slipping into my cheer uniform is going to make me submit to you,” You chuckled. “Mi amor, I used to get paid for shit like that. That’s nothing.”

“It’s not what these are for?”

“So you’re just carrying these in your pocket to jack off to or something?”

“M-maybe. Is that so wrong? You’ve always known that I’ve wanted you for so long. What’s so surprising about me carrying them? You’re just trying to humiliate me at this point. It’s all you women do.”

You stood up from the bed, standing in front him. “Kneel before me.”

Jonathan wanted to stand his ground but the look on your face told him to do as you said. He sinks to his knees in front you, watching you with a glint of wonder in his eyes.

You take the scrunchie from your hair letting your hair flow down from it’s ponytail. You asked for his hands and he releases them to you, stretching the scrunchie over his wrists then letting his hands drop to the front of his lap.

“You better not break it or I’ll break you.”

Psychotic witch.

Pulling your underwear off, his face was in level with your glistening core. His mouth suddenly began to salivate. You run your fingers through his hair.

“You’re virgin. Aren’t you, papi?”

You tug his hair when he doesn’t answer, he groans. “Yes. I am.”

“I can tell. You get sensitive from every little touch. I bet you’ll cum before I have you in my mouth tonight.”

He shivers at your words.

“See? Look at you. Trembling the way you did the night I touched you in your room,” Your fingers began to rub at you clit. You close your thick thighs around your hand. He can hardly see you touching the nub. He needed you to spread your legs. “I wanted to fuck you so badly that night. I didn’t because I wanted to make sure you liked me. You have a hard time showing a girl you care, ya know?”

“Can I taste?” He pants, cock hard against his jeans.

“You wanna taste me? You wanna know what I feel like riding your thick tongue.”

“Mhm. But I want you to ride my face from behind.” He’d seen it in a porn before. The guy would have access to the girl’s anus as well as her pussy so he can lick both with no issue. He’d always imagined eating your ass especially since it was so beautiful shaped and ample.

You turned around bending over in a 90 degree and back yourself against his mouth, grabbing the front of his hair for support. He laps away at your core finding himself lost in the globes of your ass whenever he’d lick there. All you could do was moan and writhe against him.

He was a man starved. He’d never tasted anything like it but he was addicted. He was sure the members of his community would freak out and possibly turn on him if they knew how well he worship you.

He needed his hands free if he was going to make you cum super hard for him. Expertly slipping his hands from the scrunchie one hand at a time, his large hands grip your hips and you’re caught by surprise.

He makes it so that you are bent over the bed, him still on his knees. You laid out on your stomach gave him the support he needed to thoroughly taste you. He dives back in sucking your labia into his mouth hard, collecting all your juices on your tongue. He groans, the vibrations going straight to your core. You rock back and forth against his tongue before he dips it back to tease the anal hole.

You were crying out like you were in pain. In a way you were because the pleasure felt so good it was borderline painful. He pulls his mouth away from you and just about when you were going to protest, he sinks two thick finger into you.

“Oohhh fuck yes.” You mewled, thrusting back against his fingers. Kneeling onto the bed next to you, his fingers never leave your core. You’re on all fours now, riding back against his fingers, and he presses his hardened cock against the side of your thigh. He’s humping your leg and the delicious feeling of him throbbing warm against you makes you feral.

You push his back against the mattress, climbing on top of him. Rubbing your slick core back and forth right of his clothed cock. He can feel your wet heat staining and pulsating against his jeans. He kisses you first and you moan into it. You were happy to feel his lips and tongue on you for the first time. Getting so greedy that you could practically swallow his tongue.

You rut feverishly against him, him thrusting up into your core.

“I’m gonna cum.” You whispered against his mouth.

“Me too.”

He says, digging his fingertips into the flesh of your ass.

“Cum with me, papi. Let me feel it.”

That was all the permission he needed. He releases in his pants spurts of hot cum seeping through his black jeans. You can hardly tell the difference between the patch of your wetness and his but the thought of your mixed juices turned you on and soon you’d follow right after him, mouth on his once again to ground you while you went through that earth shattering experience.

When you’d both come down, you slid of his lap lying by his side and panting. Your breaths matching each other’s.

“I can’t believe I did that.”

“Me neither. Where did you learn to do oral like that?” You say in complete disbelief at how well he did. “You were fucking incredible.”

Jonathan felt a pride in his chest at your praise. “Porn.”

“No way. Porn is terrible at teaching people how to fuck. Must’ve been one hell of a video.” You joked.

“Are we going to have sex?” Part of Jonathan was excited the other was worried about what that meant for his reputation in his community.

You must’ve sensed this because you say, “Nah. That’ll be when your ready to let go of those losers you call your community.”

“They’re really not so bad.”

“They are terrible to women.”

“And you’re not?” Jonathan says raising his head to face you.

“No. I’m going after my ex only and that’s because she knows what she did to me.”

“What is it?”

“Not ready to talk about it now. Okay. Maybe in due time.”

“So I’m not ready to give up my virginity and you’re not ready to open up.”

You nod. “Who knows? Maybe we’ll come to our decisions at the same time. That’d be romantic.” You curled up to his side.

In the back of his mind, Jonathan worried that this was all just a plan to further corrupt him until you’d eventually get bored and toss him aside. Maybe he wanted you but he’ll definitely keep an eye out for anything suspicious.

Estaré en mi mejor conducta = I’ll be on my best behavior

Qué pasa = what’s wrong

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