"I promise, he hasn't been out here in years. We'll be fine," Jonathan said, a boyish grin on his face as he led you through the woods. You had an idea where he was taking you, but you couldn't imagine that's how desperate the two of you were. You weren't going to deny the fact that you two were dying for alone time.
You squeezed his hand, reassuring him that you were on board with this little plan, as silly as it was. The trees opened up into a little clearing, where the trees thinned out and the grass was drier than other parts of the woods. In the middle of the clearing, standing proudly in the sunshine in all its glory was Castle Byers.
"See? All alone," he tugged you forward, and the two of you practically sprinted to the makeshift fort. Could the two of you have been teenagers in either of your houses? Sure. But, you had too many sisters, and Will and his friends were always in and out of the Byers' at the most random times, you two couldn't risk being caught.
Jonathan pulled back the makeshift door, the wind billowing it up dramatically. You giggled as it smacked him in the face lightly, tiptoeing in before him. "You've brought me to your brother's fort... to fuck?"
Jonathan ducked through the entrance, grinning as he spread his arms. "Oh but this isn't a fort, baby. It's Castle Byers. Do I not promise you the best?" He doesn't let you answer, though, because he's rushing you, wrapping his arms around your waist and peppering your neck with kisses. You melt into a giggly mess, trying not to knock anything over in the small space. You move to meet his lips, once, before you pull away long enough to settle down on the pillows and blankets below you.
"I'm going to get twigs in my hair," you pout, looking up at Jonathan. He gets down to your level, brushing your hair from your face. "We can worry about that after, yeah?" You smile at him gently.
Then it's like a switch goes off in both of you. You're throwing your arms around his neck, yanking him down on top of you. He throws his arms out to catch himself, but not once had he faltered from your lips. Your hands are tugging at his hair, the the collar of his shirt, the the bands of his jeans.
He throws your hands off, pinning them to your side, and you look up in surprise, smiling. The look in his eyes had to have matched yours: wild, frenzied, like two feral animals in heat. He bucked gently against you, and you instinctively went to reach out for him, forgetting your arms weren't in your control. You aim for the next best thing, hitching your legs around his waist, trapping you two crotch to crotch. You grin back at him, ball in your court.
He shakes his head and lets your wrists go, and it's back to hands everywhere. It's not even romantic; just clothes flying off and onto the ground. He's on his back, propped up with some pillows, watching you clumsily pull at your jeans.
Then you're on him. You take him gently in your hand, the pure adrenaline of just doing it getting the both of you going. You rub your thumb over the head of his dick, keeping your eyes on him, head tilted as you watched him carefully. He also keeps his eyes on you, inhaling deeply as he does. You sit up on your knees, lining yourself up with him. You smile down at him, teasingly, as you slowly lower yourself down to meet him. You smile widens into a grin as his breath quivers when he slips in, just a little. You go to pull back up, but before you can, his hands are gripping your waist, almost painfully.
"Don't," Jonathan groans as he forces himself into you, "don't you go anywhere." And you can't even defend your teasing because what he's done is enough to set you moving. "Oh, Jon..." you trail off, moving your hips against his, because he was fucking right back up into you.
You brace yourself on his chest, your fingernails digging in slightly- there's no doubts there'd be marks tomorrow. Jonathan moves his hand up, settling it at the nape of your neck and pulling you down for a kiss. You moan into his mouth, throwing your hips back. You could feel him in your tummy, feel him hit right where he'd have you unraveling in mere minutes.
You had to give it to Jonathan Byers, he definitely had caught you by surprise the first time you'd seen him naked. Here he was pleasing you just right. You lean back, angling yourself, his dick hitting further into you. "Fuck, just like that baby," he groans, a hand on your hip, gripping tightly, while the other moves up your naked torso, groping your breast, almost frantically.
You ride him enthusiastically, your own hands cupping your breasts, your left hand holding his. You're bucking faster now, because honestly, you never last long on top. He can feel you start to slowly contract against him, and it's egging him on like he needs. Jonathan gets restless, though, and he sits up, holding you tight against him, making it easier for you to bounce on him.
"Yes, baby, bounce just like that, please," he whines, hiding his face in your neck, his forehead sticking to your skin. You can only imagine what your shiny face looks like in the early summer sun. You claw his back, hands slick, when he sucks one of your nipples between his teeth. He's biting down gently when your vision starts to fade out, and you fold against your boyfriend.
Together, you cling to each other, and you can feel yourself getting right there. Selfishly, you pull back, tugging on Jonathan's hair as you arch away from him, begging to finish. "Please don't stop, baby, please. I'm right there, fuck. Just right there."
Jonathan listens obediently, thrusting himself into you, even though he can feel his dick tensing up and any second now it was going to be over. Your cunt tightens around him, and you're becoming undone, nails raking up his back. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," you whisper in between breaths, slowly riding down your high as you continue bucking, because Jonathan is right there.
"Yes, (Y/N), good girl. Aw, baby, I can feel you on my dick, such'a good girl," he groans, pumping once, twice, one final third time as he fills you up. You moan softly, pushing the hair from his face away. He pulls you in, giving you a soft kiss, before you roll off him.
You lay, staring at him through hooded eyes, your thighs slick with Jonathan. He's staring at you, fingers trailing up and down your arm, raising goosebumps. He leans forward once, kissing your forehead, nose, then finally your lips in a chaste kiss.
The both of you are exhausted, the pent up frustration having been released.
"There are going to be here for a couple days, you know?" He points at the crescent marks on his chest. You can only smile lazily as you roll onto your back, staring out at the forested sky above.
You reach for his hand, and laugh softly. "Can't believe we defiled your brother's sanctuary. Who knew we'd have such good sex in the forest? "
"Nah, nah, nah. Not the forest. A castle, princess." Jonathan squeezed your hand.
"Shut up, we are never doing this again," you laugh, smacking his chest lightly. "Come on, check. There's twigs in my hair, isn't there?" You complain, moving to sit up on your elbows to inspect. But Jonathan has you, face cradled in his hands and he's kissing you against the pillows again.
"It's just your tiara," he whispers. A roll of your eyes shuts him up.
"Fine... maybe, just maybe, we can come back." You say. Jonathan can only grin.
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