𝑴𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔

What You Want | Jonathan B.

Summary: After finding Jonathan's stash of pictures of him, Y/n decides to teach him a lesson
Warnings: EXPLICIT SMUT: choking, humiliation; degrading, bondage. JONATHAN'S A SLUT, unsafe binding.
A/n: the way I literally gagged writing the summary, also if any of my irl friends read this, girlypop, you need to leave. Get off my account put your phone down and rethink your life choices
Reader: TRANS!FTM! he/him pronouns used! READER IS PRE-SURGERY!!

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It was late at night after the Halloween party Nancy dragged them too, and Y/n and Jonathan had just dropped Nancy off at her house.

They drove in long comfortable silence as Girls on Film by Duran Duran played. As soon as they got to the Byers' house, Jonathan had gone to take a shower, leaving Y/n alone in his room.

He looked around at the posters up on the walls, read through the magazines Jonathan had, and eventually got up to look through his music collection.

Y/n POV:

Right as I was about to pick up another one of Jonathan's CD's he had, his open desk drawer caught my eye.

I opened the drawer fully, and was surprised as to what I saw. Photos taken of me, from various places. At school, at my house, but there was a particular photo that caused a smirk to spread across my face.

In the picture, I was nude, and it was clear what had just happened, judging from the marks all over my neck, and the fact that there were bruises on my hips. I'm guessing he took that picture after we had sex and "fell asleep."

I put the photo back in the drawer, smiling to myself as I sat down in his bed, waiting for him to walk in.

Eventually, after a couple more minutes, Jonathan walked out, his towel the only thing on him.

"Hey Jonathan, you got something you want to confess?" I asked, standing up and walking over to him.

"What? What are you talking about?" He asked innocently.

'How cute.' I thought.

"I saw you're little.." I ran my hands up his chest, resting my hands on his shoulders, "stash you have."

"W-what? How'd you-"

"You're terrible at hiding stuff Jonathan, don't pretend like you didn't purposely leave that one drawer open."

"What? I-I wouldn't do that, I didn't want you to see them."

"Right? We both know how much of a pathetic bitch you are," I leaned down to his neck, biting down on his neck as I talked, "you wanted me to find them, you wanted me to do something about this."

He shivered, leaning to my touch as his cock became hard, pressing into my side.

It didn't matter if I was right or not, he just wanted me to touch him.

I pulled him into a kiss, hot and messy as I led him to the bed, sitting down first, causing his legs bend.

I pulled him on top of me, his towel still on his waist shockingly, and his hips rutting against my own.

He whined, his dick getting harder as he grinded on my crotch.

"Fuck-you look like such a slut when you do that" I groaned, one of my hands in his hair, yanking it up so he was looking at me, and another on his shoulder.

He let out a moan, his hips still grinding messily onto my own.

"Please- please, I want to feel you"