J. Byers - Girls On Film
Track #1 - 'Girls on Film' - Duran Duran
"Lipstick cherry all over the lens as she's falling,"
Summary: It's nearly Valentine's day, and you decide to surprise your boyfriend, Tommy, with a few sexy photos, and help someone down on their luck make a quick buck in the process.
Warnings: Very suggestive, no smut, takes palce during early seaosn two, perv!jonathan, established relationship, cheating, pornography
Credits: Banner made by me, dividers made by @sister-lucifer and @uzmacchiato!
Jonathan couldn't remember a time he hadn't felt outcasted. Though, in recent months, he'd grown a sense of optimism that was nearly cancerous in nature by the rate of which it grew. His life was rough, sure, but the previous winter had proven to him exactly how much worse things could be and, in spite of himself, he found that he tended to be thankful there was anything in his cup at all, rather than focus on how little it held.
And, yet-
There were still people like Nancy, like Steve, like...you. Beautiful people who it seemed only existed to remind him how much less he was than others. Less attractive, less outgoing, less popular. Worht less outright.
And yet still-
You out of all people seemed to carry yourself with a certain self respect that her pined for. One that allowed you to effortlessly tread the line between beloved and not without ever actually fully submerging yourself in either pool. God, how he wanted you- or maybe envied you. Likely both, and then some. That's why each of your sweet greetings and resolve melting gestures felt all the more venomous with Tommy H. of all people hanging around your shoulders.
It was the talk of the school, how Carol and Tommy had parted ways. And never the lonely one, he didn't stay on the market for long. Before Jonathan could detatch himself form Nancy long enough to slip a note into your locker, you were already strutting down the hall, with Tommy's hand in your back pocket.
Goddamnit.
Jonathan had long since lost hope for attention in general, let alone yours. Which made it all the more shocking when you slinked up to him during lunch a week before Valentine's Day. "Hey, Byers," You said as you found him leaning against his car, drinking a soda before flashing him with a friendly smile that made him queasy. "Got a sec?" He simply nodded, mouth too dry to answer verbally just yet. "So... Valentine's Day's coming up..." You trailed off, and for just a moment, he almost let himself fantasize about you asking him out. Almost. "And... I heard you were looking to make some money..."
There it was...
"So... I was wondering if I could pay you for some photos?" The request actually piqued his interest. He sometimes got offered small photography jobs like this, and yeah, it was still work, but he enjoyed doing it so much more than his day job.
"Y-Yeah, I can do that," He muttered, swallowing hard, damning himself for stuttering. "What were you thinking?"
"Well... have you ever done...boudoir?" You gave him the most adorable, sheepish grin, and he spat out his sip of Coke
"Excuse me?"
It wasn't until he was inside your girlish bedroom, watching you fuss over your duvet in a silky robe that Jonathan realized he was entirely out of his depth. He'd agreed to the first offer you'd spat out- two hundred dollars, to be exact- wanting to accept before you grew into a sense of value to money and learned to negotiate.
But this... was not worth two hundred dollars. No amount of money could've made taking risque photos of you while maintaining a professional demeanor worth it. Mostly because if you were to come onto him, he'd have no chance at convincing himself to turn you down. Then Tommy H. would make sure he had to eat through a straw until college.
Before he had the courage to back out, his eyes refocused at the sound of your soothing voice. "Jonathan...?" You were wearing a mischious, almost sultry smile when his eyes met yours. Oh, he was so screwed.
"Y-Yes, ma'am?" He stammered, breath hitching as he found you sitting on the bed elegantly, one smooth thigh exposed through the slit iny oru robe.
"Don't call me 'ma'am', I'm not old," You scold with a laugh. "Ready?"
"Uh-huh," He hummed despite himself, raising his camera to shoot. The took a few shots before shaking his head. "A-Are you gonna... like, change positions or...?"
"Pose me," You smiled patiently and he thought he'd fall through the floor.
"W-What?"
"Well, gosh, you're the professional," You laughed easily. "Tell me how to pose."
He studied you for a moment before steeling himself. This money was gonna buy his family groceries and himself a new cassette, he just had to power through. Lowering his camera and letting it dangle around his neck, he appraoched you, gently pushing you back on the bed.
You let him fuss over you, adjusting your robe with trembling fingers, playing with your hair until it fanned out nicely. You looked up at him curiously as he pressed a knee beside yours, looming over you for a shot from above. He looked... really good, actually. If you didn't have a boyfriend, you wouldn't have minded seeing this veiw again, maybe without the tshirt, sweater, flannel, and sheepskin obscuring it. "C-Can you like... pout for me?" He asked, hating how the words sounded coming form his lips.
But to his surpise, you obeyed without question, peering up at him with a previously hidden shyness that made his heart skip a beat. The amount of times he'd imagined you giving him that look while he split your thighs were countless. He'd definately be remembering this sight tonight. He needed to get this over with or he was going to let into a puddle right there on top of you. "Good," He muttered under his breath.
The next hour saw him gently shifting you into different positions, shaky hands guiding you on your back, your tummy, your knees, your side- praising you under his breath all the while. You'd long since sheded your robe, giving way to the cutest little bra and panty set, simple sink with a little bow on your pelvis and one between your breasts in daffodil yellow. God, he loved the color yellow (now, at least).
When he was sure his weekly allowance of fill was used, he paused, deciding that was enough. "I-I think we got more than enough," He stammered, stepping back and shuffling sheepishly against the salmon shag carpet.
"Actually..." You gave an innocent smile that raised the hair on the back of his neck. You were going to get him into so much trouble. "Could we do a few more? I had an idea..."
"Yeah, of course," He'd already said before his lips for form a refusal. "What'd you have in mind?"
It all happened so fast, he swears it didn't even progress to this point, he just blinked and it came to be. Before he could even question your motives, you sat him down on your bed and sat on your knees in front of him. "It's a little...different.." You murmured softly.
"I'm all yours," He bit back a whimper. How pathetic, you hadn;t even touched him but he was already shy under your gaze.
You were charmed by his bashfulness in all honesty and you couldn't deny that that worshiful look he gave you made you feel near godlike. You slowly reached behind yourself and unhooked your bra, letting it fall off your shoulders naturally. You gently lifted his camera in his hands. "Shoot..."
He gulped as his finger clicked the button in rapid succession, caturing your bra's decent into your lap. Holy shit, he was so gone. Dead and buried, gone to heaven. "F-Fuck..." He whispered, eyes bugging slightly, unable to stifle his full reaction. You giggled softly and he visibly melted. "Y-You're so pretty, oh my God..."
"Awe, you're too sweet..." You cooed, settling between his knees. "Can I touch you a little?"
Was it too hot in here? Was he delerious? Asleep and dreaming perhaps? Or where you really in nothing but little yellow panties, on your knews for him, asking to touch him? The subtle pinch to his leg he managed to administer told him it was as real as the heartattack he was moments away from having. "G-God, yes, touch me..."
You felt a bit bad for him, having to remind him it was for a photo as you unbuckled his belt. "I wanna get a shot of me like I'm gonna,,, ya know..." You smile sweetly. "I won't really touch you, I just wanna make it look like I am. Is that okay?"
To say his disappointment was immeasurable would be an understatement, but he wasn't about to let the hottest girl he knew touching his crotch go to waste, no matter how fake it was. He frantically shot your delecate hands unbuckling his belt, unzipping and unbuttoning his jeans, and finally oyur fingertips dipping into the front of his boxers. But that was as far as you ventured. Whatever, that's still...some kind of base, he's sure.
It was startling how quickly you could turn off that seductive charm and return to the saccharine girl he cherished. Before you knew it, you were getting dressed in real clothes this time, and handing him a wad of cash out of your coinpurse like you hadn't just hand your hand down his pants. He counted the cash and paused.
Three hundred dollars.
"Y-You gave me too much," He mumbled quietly, averting his eyes as you pulled a sweatshirt over your head.
"Consider it a tip," You replied sweetly. "I went off beat, but you were super chill and respectful about it. I appreciate that."
"N-No problem," He shrugged, his Chuck Taylors digging into the carpet as he nervously shifted. "Uhm... thanks." With that, you walked him out. That was that. Transaction complete.
"Wider, baby, smile and you've made a million."
That week, he stayed after school to develope the photos in the dark room without the risk of somone walking in. He wanted them to be perfect and... he didn't want a repeat of last year's fiasco with the photos he took of Nancy.
He delivered the photos to you in a dsicreet manilla envelope the day before Valentine's Day, having refrained from thating any momentos off the top. He heavily considered it, but the genuine gratitude he felt for the oppertunity outweighted his carnal need, though only by a hair.
On the speical date itself, he felt...heavy, in a sense. Maybe he was just jealous that there was nobody to go out of their way for him like you had for Tommy. He knew there'd be no nervous girl presenting him with Valentine's or sweets or a love letter from a secret admirer waiting in his locker. What he did find in his locker, however, took him by surprise.
Sitting on his stack of books was a firmiliar looking envelope, albeit now with lace trim glued on and hearts and cute messages written in glitter gel pen. The notes were addressed to Tommy but they felt no less meant for him. A sticky note sate on the front of the package that simply read: "Turns out Tommy didn't deserve these. I want you to have them instead."
Jonathan knew what was inside, he didn't need to look, though he did anyways. Though, he was surprised to see the photos in a new order with the raunchiest one on top. Heat rose up his neck and he frantically shouved the photo back into the envelope before shoving the whole thing into his bag with a grin like a kid on Christmas morning.
Today was full of surprises, or so he discovered, when you were leaning against his car when he came out of the school building at the endof the day. He paused, for a second wondering if he could escape you if you hadn't seen him yet. But you had, he knew you had.
He stood beside you silently, both staring out at the same direction, but never strawing toward one another. "Did you get it?" You suddenly asked softly.
"Yeah, I did," He admitted, tone just as gentle. "Thanks..." You nodded in acknowledgement before he starts again. "So... why?" He suddenly asked.
"I found out this morning that Tommy and Carol never stopped screwing around after they broke up." You confessed, not smiling anymore, but not looking bitter either. You just looked nuetral, he appreciated that. He wasn't sure if he could've comforted you well if you were to cry. "He got us the same shit for Valentine's Day and he gaze me the wrong one." You huffed, somewhat annoyed, showing him a gold, chain from your pocket with the inital 'C' dangling from it. 'C' as in Carol, he assumed.
"I-I uhm...I'm really sorry," He mutters softly, hesitently laying a hand on your shoulder. "Uhm... for what it's worth, I think it's crazy he went back to her."
"You do?" You glanced up at him curiously.
His cheeks flushed deeply and he rubbed the back of his neck with is other hand. "W-Well, yeah... Carol's nice and all but...but you're kind off a stunner."
"You really think so?" You managed to crack a smile and he felt the hugest wave of relief, knowing you were one step further away form crying, because he seriously couldn't have handled that.
"Of course, have you see yourself?" He let himself chuckle despite his nerves. "God, if you were my girlfriend, I think I'd forget other girls exist entirely."
For the first time since he'd seen, you blushed. There it was, that sweet, shy look you gave him the week before. But this time he caused it directly and, had he had any semblence of a backbone, he might have tease you for it. "You mean that?"
"Yeah, I do," He said with a warm smile, choosing not to let his pride ruin anything for him. "Like, what's the point of downgrading like that?"
You tilted your head up at him before finally giving back that sweet smile that attracted him to you in the first place. "Well, Jonathan, consider yourself upgraded to the max then," You leaned up on your toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Pick me up at seven. Enzo's. My treat."
"W-Wait, what?"
P.S. : This might be bad, I wrote this entirely in one sitting, drunk on a buzz ball at midnight, and did not proof read it.
