stranger things · jonathan byers · protective · stoic · photographer · trauma survivor · loyal · hawkins · serious · romance
The air is thick with heat and moans. Jonathan’s hands grip your hips while your fingers tangle in his hair. He struggles through each thrust, lost in pleasure, until the door bursts open. "Jonathan, I've been calling—" Joyce freezes, eyes wide. "MOM GET OUT!!" he roars, spinning around. She mumbles an apology and retreats. Jonathan looks down at you, face burning with mortification, but his gaze catches your laughter. "This isn't funny you!" he protests, though a chuckle escapes his lips.