˚summary: both you and jonathan are at a college party until you make the realization that he may have had a little too much to drink. you take him back to your shared dorm but things get slightly heated..
˚cw: fem!reader, drunk jonathan, dubious consent, established friendship, ooc! jonathan, weirdly sober thoughts for drunk people, making out
˚a/n: this has been sitting in my notes for MONTHS,, i finally locked in and finished as much as i could.. however expect a part two in the future for obvious reasons
just by his breath alone, you know jonathan is wasted. and if that didn’t immediately alert you, his slumped body and slurring voice pointed directly to it. though to be fair, you weren’t too far off from his state, eyes glazed and posture relaxed with the help of a bottle of beer.
it was your first party. well, more specifically college party. was it even considered a college party? the semester hadn’t started yet, but the two of you were already in new york, deciding on coming early to better adjust to the city.
of course, the university wasn’t as lenient with you moving in early, pushing back slightly at the proposition before caving in. there were few others in a similar position as yours, and what wasn’t better than gathering and throwing a small dorm party?
sure, you and jonathan had dabbled in drinking back in hawkins with friends but it was never something that either of you did often.
jonathan stares down at you for a moment, swaying softly. in his right hand is a red solo cup, mystery liquid sloshing around as he moves to sit next to you. albeit clumsily, he eventually settles near you, thigh pressing against yours.
“heeey you.” he mumbles, leaning his head to hover over your shoulder.
you blink, eyeing his hazy form in the corner of your eye. jonathan breathes out slowly, eyes fixated towards a couple in the corner making out. moving slightly to accommodate his presence, you murmur a small greeting back to him before glancing back out at the party.
music thumps loudly in the space but it feels almost muffled in your ears. all you can focus on is jonathan’s head nestling in the crook of your neck. his breath hits your skin, damp, hot, almost bordering on uncomfortable. you feel a series of shivers run down your spine.
you were surprised you didn’t catch the smell of weed on him, something that was growing rare since your transition to the city. this was purely off of whatever he had been periodically downing from the solo cups strewn on the kitchen counter.
the first week had consisted of just the two of you everywhere, walking down the streets, in restaurants, holed up in the dorms. it wasn’t until the beginning of this week had jonathan finally decided to venture out, of course with some push from you. a handful of the people on your floor were also majoring in filmmaking, setting an easy common ground.
you had been less lucky, finding few people in your major and even less who wanted to actually converse. sure, there were people you were friendly with but it never moved past acquaintances. it was a miracle that jonathan was with you. imagining a college experience without knowing anybody wasn’t a pleasant thought process for you.
jonathan noses deeper into your neck, a steady hand coming up to tug at your sleeve. a foreign heat creeps up your nape at the action, lidded eyes flitting back to his slouched form.
jeez, just how drunk was he? he had been hanging around with you for the majority of the party, downing at least four cups before begrudgingly agreeing to spend some time with his new friends.
surely the mystery punch wasn’t that strong. right? you had been slightly anxious about it earlier, remarking to a sober jonathan that you were planning on drinking some beer from a cooler placed to the side. he had nodded, sharing a smaller percentage of your anxiety before eventually coming back with a cup of his own.
curious, you reach an arm over to gently prod at his free hand, nudging the cup. jonathan lifts his arm, hand bumping against yours to give you the cup in a dazed motion. his cheek is warm against neck, gaze still fixated on the couple making out.
“thanks,” you mumble, bringing the cup up to your lips.
immediately, your nose wrinkles at the pungent smell of everclear, hardly concealed by whatever cheap fruit punch had been added in. jesus christ. this was what he’d been drinking?
face still scrunched, you decide to finish off the remainder of the drink, debating on spitting it out once it was in your mouth. no wonder he was wasted out of his mind. taking a shot of this was like drinking three beers. did they even try to dilute anything?
you feel another tug on your sleeve, hand holding the cup coming down slightly. jonathan had lifted his head from your shoulder at some point and was now turned towards your face.
“can we go?” he mumbled, eyelids heavy and words slurred.
a good idea from him. in fact, a terrific one. with the growing warmth in your face from the mystery punch and his inebriated state it was a matter of minutes for your departure. you’d prefer not to pass out in some random persons dorm.
putting down the empty solo cup, you move your free arm to grab his waist. hopefully, there would be enough coordination between the two of you to even get back to the dorms.
“and uuup we go!” you huff, pulling yourself off of the couch with a drunk jonathan in tow.
he sways for a second, causing a delayed reaction of panic through your system before eventually straightening out. excellent. awesome. you had a chance of making it back.
you glance around the clearing with hazy eyes, trying to spot any of his friends that might want to bid jonathan a goodbye. after twenty seconds, you decide that you don’t recognize a single face, especially with the low lights. if they missed him then that was on them.
taking a step, you urge jonathan to do the same, mentally noting that albeit sluggishly, he was walking fine with your aid. his head lolled around, cheek pressing on the top of your head. blinking, you try and ignore the odd somersaults in your stomach, instead chalking it up to the everclear.
maybe finishing off jonathan’s drink wasn’t the best choice. especially since with each step you took towards the door, it felt like jonathan weighed an additional hundred pounds. the world wasn’t spinning yet, so giving up wasn’t an option. you would make it back to the dorms. on your own two feet.
when you finally pass the front door, trumpets play in your head. victory. only a hallway to go. you lift your head, staring at the dingy corridor with a hint of disdain. was it just you or was it getting longer? further. more challenging.
it feels like hours have passed by when you finally reach your dorm room. a sigh of relief leaves your lips, left hand reaching down towards your jean pocket to grab the keys.
you pressed your fingers against the denim, feeling the rough bump through the weathered fabric. it was a miracle that sober you had a rational thought process. usually, you and jonathan hid it underneath the doormat, both too anxious to carry it along in fear of losing it. bringing it with you earlier was a last minute choice.
after stumbling with it for a few moments, and almost dropping it at one point, the door finally opens and the comfort of your dorm envelops the both of you. the room was dark, barely lit up by light in the distance passing through the window.
you bring jonathan with you to his bed, letting out a noise of protest when he takes you down with him. cheek pressing against his chest, you break part of your fall with your forearms, finding yourself on top of him.
unnoticed by you, jonathan freezes for a moment, the air knocked out of his lungs. his eyes flit down to you, mentally cataloguing how you looked above him. unfortunately, the moment didn’t last long when you finally came to.
groaning, you roll off him and onto your side, head coming to rest on his upper arm. ouch. regardless of your less than graceful fall, you take the opportunity to cuddle up next to him, drawn in by his natural warmth.
“hey,” you mumble quietly, eyes fluttering shut when he pulls you closer, “feeling okay?”
jonathan swallows nervously, head still swimming with the copious amounts of alcohol he had swallowed from earlier. all that was on his mind was the couple from before, lips slotted together as they made out without a care in the world.
his arm twitches underneath the weight of your head and jonathan fights off the urge to curl it in, pulling you impossibly closer. close. god, you were so close to him. he could feel your breath on his neck and it only made him feel warmer.
“uh—“ he attempts to speak, choked up for a moment before continuing, “d’you like kissing?”
shit. that wasn’t what he was trying to say. sure, he was thinking about kissing but he hadn’t meant to admit anything out loud.
you blink, processing the sentence slowly.
well sure, who didn’t like it. with the right person and the right mood it felt like heaven. or at least that’s what people had told you. you were yet to experience a decent make-out session, either having kissed a human wall or suffocated close to death by slobber alone.
hell, maybe it was you that was the bad kisser.
“s’okay.. i mean i haven’t done it in a while.” the words come out hushed, akin to a confession one might make in a confessional.
jonathan says nothing, eliciting a slight worry on your side. it was taboo for the both of you to talk about anything intimate, instead glazing over the topic or changing it for something else. late nights like these were usually spent playing board games or reminiscing about your time in hawkins.
it felt strange to talk about something like this with him, not in a bad way but in a sense you couldn’t describe. it felt natural. safe. like you could tell him anything about it and he would understand.
jonathan licks his lips, eyes moving to stare at the wall.
“d’you want to try? see if you remember how to do it?” he says it breathily, attempting to soothe the absolute blow to your mental state by laughing at the end.
you attempt to answer him, probably something to deflect his statement but the words only die on your tongue. because you do. you want to kiss him. you’d be lying if you said the thought hadn’t ever crossed your mind.
tentatively, jonathan decides to look at you after a beat of silence from your end.
because you’re not holding eye contact with him, not even close. instead, you’re staring directly at his lips, eyebrows strewn and lips parted. mind still not fully functional, he acts before he can stop himself.
his free arm moves, hand coming to rest on your jaw. you blink, about to ask him what he was doing until his fingers tilt your jaw up to meet his mouth.
you lips press together chastely, breaking apart after a few moments before you crash into him. jonathan hesitates for only a moment before pushing back with the same intensity, moving the arm underneath your head to your shoulders.
he curls you closer to him, lips moving in tandem with your own. your mind shifts between empty and every possible thought running at the speed of light.
you were kissing him. he was kissing you. the both of you were kissing each other. you move your hands feverishly over him, one holding the side of his face and the other resting against his chest.
you could hear your heart pounding in your ears, could feel it stuttering a beat when he parted for a second to whimper against your lips. seizing the opportunity, you open your mouth with the next kiss, tongue swiping against his lips.
in return, jonathan drops his hand from your jaw, slowly moving it down the expanse of your body before lingering in the sliver of skin in between your shirt and jeans. you shiver at the feeling, feeling his fingertips move over the light dusting of hair near your navel.
slightly overwhelmed, you pull away for a second, head leaning forwards to press against his forehead. his breath comes out in short pants, grip faltering as his eyes lock onto yours.
“are we really doing this?” you manage after a moment, unable to pull your eyes away from his shining lips.
jonathan only breathes out, a dopey smile growing on his face as he shifts his body to hover over yours.
“yep,” is all he says with a cheeky look, dipping down to capture your lips in his.
you stifle a laugh against his lips, eyes fluttering shut as you’re drawn in yet again. one of his arms rests above yours, bracing his weight while the other moves back to your stomach, lingering between the gap.
jonathan pulls away for a moment, glancing at you nervously. sure, he wasn’t a stranger to making out but it felt different with you. he wanted to be perfect.
you make a small noise of disappointment at the sudden distance, eyes opening slightly to glance at his position. wordlessly, you move your hand to his, fingers trembling as you direct it underneath your shirt.
jonathan takes the hint, tracing your skin and leaning back down to kiss you. however, both of your movements grow sloppy when his tongue makes its way into your mouth. you exhale through your nose, a heat growing between your legs. he tastes like everclear with a hint of strawberry, probably the other factor in the mystery liquid from before.
you almost wanted to moan at the sensation, instead moving a hand up to curl in jonathan’s hair. his hand trails up further, dancing over the lace of your bra. you almost want him to rip it off, desperate to get as close as you possibly can to him.
what you didn’t expect was for him to pull away, yet again, and ask you a question.
