Sex Tape + Voyeurism - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader + Jonathan Byers
Day 8 of 31
Summary: Eddie asks to make a sex tape. Jonathan is the camera man.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Swearing, Oral (fem rcving), Fingering, P in V sex, Voyeurism, just filth tbh.
WC: 1.8K
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If there was one thing other than music and D&D that Eddie was into, it was porn. He had a filthy, perverted mind, but you couldn't get enough of it. He had stacks of nudie mags and porno tapes in his closet, but they weren't being hidden away. No, they were being kept safe from the disaster that his bedroom was. The most recent addition to his collection was a photo session you had done for his Christmas gift. You were dressed in different lingerie sets, posed in many, many suggestive positions. There was also the collection of home made pictures taken by Eddie himself.
When the topic of making your own porno came out of Eddie's mouth, you weren't surprised in the least. You'd expected it, anticipated for a while. "That's fine baby." You'd agreed so casually over your morning cereal he wasn't sure you'd actually heard him. He brought it up a couple days later, saying how he was going to get a camera from the Byers kid he'd been selling to.
"Okay, tonight? Or another day?" You glanced down at him from where you'd been reading over his head, which was resting on your stomach as he laid between your legs.
"Friday." He answered, rubbing your thigh gently.
You nodded in affirmation before going back to your book.
Friday came and you pulled up to Eddie's house, surprised to see another car there next to the van. You walked up to the front door and let yourself in, as usual. "Eds?" You called out, not seeing him and the mystery guest in the living room.
"In here babe!" He called back from his bedroom.
You walked down the hall and pushed the door open, seeing Eddie and Jonathan Byers standing there with a camera on a tripod. What was more surprising was the room was clean, spotless almost. "Hey." You met Eddie half way and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "What's this?"
"I was thinking, you know, if it's alright with you," he was leading you towards the bed as he spoke. "Maybe Jonathan could be the cameraman? He knows how to work the thing and he knows about angles. He wouldn't tell anyone." Eddie gently sat next to you on the bed, watching curiously as your eyes widened.
You glanced past him to the other boy, Jonathan. "And you want to?" His comfort was just as important as your own.
He went red and opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it one more time before finally speaking. "I don't- don't not want to... like if you- you're okay I'm okay." He stumbled over his words, nodding lightly as he spoke.
You nodded at him and looked back at Eddie.
"Only if you're comfortable, sweetheart." Eddie rested his hand on your thigh, circling the pad of his thumb over the material of your jeans.
You nodded and rested your hand on his neck, nodding at him. "Yeah, I'm okay. It's okay."
He leaned over, kissing you gently for a moment before pulling back. "You're a fucking angel." He sighed before running through the game plan, which started with you laying on the bed in the black lingerie set he'd gotten you for your birthday last month.
You ran your hands over the lace, looking into the eye of the camera as Jonathan ran it down your body, showing more and more of you.
Eddie walked over in only his ripped jeans, boxers poking out of the top. "So fucking pretty." He mumbled, lining your glossed lips with the tip of his finger before tapping the bottom one a couple times with his ring and middle fingers.
You opened your mouth, accepting both fingers and sucking them lightly. You moaned around them, a little dramatically just for effect. You ran your own hands up and down your body, pushing your boobs together. Just putting on a show for Eddie and Co.
You'd be lying if you said having Jonathan watch wasn't fun for you. You enjoyed the attention. You loved it. Craved it. Thrived on it. The feeling of the extra set of eyes was like none other.
Eddie removed his fingers, making sure Jonathan caught the string of saliva on camera before tapping the side of your face.
You opened wide and stuck your tongue out, waiting.
Eddie bent over you, grabbing your jaw and letting his spit drip into your mouth.
You swallowed and looked up at him with innocent, begging eyes.
"You're fucking filthy babe. Fuck." He leant his head down, licking from the base of your neck to your chin as you whined beneath him.
"Baby, please." You didn't know what you were asking for, but you needed it.
He smirked and reached down, skimming his finger along the seam where your thigh met your pussy, teasing you. "So needy for me huh? Tell me what you need baby." His finger trailed up the wet lace before he pushed his finger against your clit.
"Touch me." You gasped and whined as the feeling took you over. You ground against his finger, chasing the friction. You looked past the camera, which was trained on your core, taking in the look of pure lust plastered across Jonathan's face. Never had you thought that someone watching you have sex would turn you on, but here you were getting wetter and wetter.
Jonathan turned pink watching the scene play out, even more so when you locked eyes with him for a few seconds as Eddie pushed his finger inside of you.
You moaned and looked down at Eddie's smirking face. He bent down to whisper to you. "You like being watched, huh?" He nipped at your ear and chuckled.
Chills raced over you and you nodded. "Yeah." Your voice was coated in lust and need.
"Then let's put on a show, princess." He removed his finger from your pussy, make sure Jonathan caught the glimmer of your arousal.
Jonathan couldn't help the tent that was forming in his pants, but he tried his best to ignore it as he did what he was being paid to do.
Eddie made quick work of stripping you from the lace confines of the lingerie, making sure to press sloppy, wet open mouthed kisses against your skin as he did so. "Taste so good, sweetheart." He mumbled as he kissed down your body, settling between your legs.
You whines at the feeling of his warm breath against your dripping core. "Eddie, baby please. I need you."
Eddie kissed the insides of your thighs before looking at the camera, making sure it was on him, before going in on you with his tongue, licking and sucking loudly for that dramatic effect.
You moaned out, hips rolling against him on their own. You gasp when his tongue pushes into you leaving his nose to provide the friction you need to your clit. "Fuck, Eddie." Your eyes squeezed shut and you gripped the sheets with white knuckles.
Jonathan filmed up your body as your back arched, giving new angles to be filmed until he got to your face, which was tinted pink with hazy eyes. It was one of the most beautiful things he's ever seen.
Your eyes focused on him, scanning him down to his dick, straining hard against his jeans. Your eyes rolled back in your head and you released an animalistic moan at both what you'd seen and the feeling of Eddie working you open with his fingers.
Jonathan bit back his own moan at the sight of your arousal basically dripping down Eddie's arm as his fingers pistoned in and out of you.
"Such a dirty little whore. Fuck, baby. Ready for my cock?" Eddie asked, not stopping the punishing pace of his fingers.
You nodded, moving your hands to your tits to squeeze them. "Fuck. Please. Please fuck me on your cock Eddie please." You whimpered, rolling your hips to meet his fingers until they stopped, leaving you nearly in tears.
Eddie stood, shoving his jeans and boxers down his legs. His hand wrapped around his base, giving himself a couple of pumps before he climbed onto the bed.
Jonathan angled the camera to get a good shot of Eddie pushing into you the first time, making you moan out. He wasn't sure if you were bring dramatic for the camera anymore or if you were actually this into it. He liked it either way.
Eddie set a quick pace, still managing to plunge deep into you. "You love my cock baby? Need it everyday, hm?" He reached down, slapping your cheek just enough to make your eyes widen.
"Yes, yes. Eddie fuck. Need your cock everyday. Need you to fuck me like this." You were nearly in tears as his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing sinfully well, like he'd been doing it his whole life.
"That's right baby, tell 'em who's fucking you this good." He demanded as Jonathan focused on your redding face.
"Eddie. Eddie feels so fucking good." You choked out, looking into the lense with that innocent, fucked out expression. The one that let Eddie know you were done for.
Jonathan had no idea what he had signed up for when he agreed to do this. He knew he would be filming you and Eddie, but he didn't know it was going to be like this. He would like to think he would have said no, that this was far too much. He knew deep down though that he liked this, so much so that as you began coming undone, orgasm wracking your body, his own cock was twitching in his pants.
A chant of Eddie's name mixed with multiple profanities left your lips like a prayer as you shook beneath him.
Jonathan couldn't stop himself from reaching down, palming himself through the rough fabric of his now uncomfortably tight jeans, which he all but regretted as he felt an orgasm of his own jolt though his body, leaving a wet spot in its wake.
Eddie let his own hot thick release shoot into you, coating your walls as his hips stuttered to a stop. Once he was still he smirked at the camera, pulling it and Jonathan closer to get a good shot of your pussy leaking his seed down onto his sheets. "Get a body shot of her like that, then you can go clean up." Eddie smirked, standing from the bed.
Jonathan did as instructed and filmed your body, twitching in a few places still as you came down. He didn't notice Eddie had walked out until he returned with a warm cloth.
"Bathroom's on the left. Thanks again for that." Eddie said, lifting and spreading your legs to clean you up a bit.
"Yeah, no problem, man. Tape's yours from here." Jonathan replied, ejecting the tape and sitting it on the nightstand.
Eddie nodded at him as he left the room, not caring where he went after. "You did so fucking good, Sweetheart." He smiled, looking down at you as you whimpered. His gentle cleaning almost too much for you.
"We could do it again." You replied, biting your lip as you looked down at him.
Eddie's smile went from tinder and caring to wide and entertained. "Dirty little minx. I can't believe you like being watched. I love you so fucking much." He lent slightly, pressing a kiss to your knee before helping you off of the bed and to the bathroom.
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10 TRUCS A RETENIR DE L`ENORME BAGARRE A LA TRANSVULCANIA.
• 1. La victoire de l’homme qui ne perd presque jamais, Jonathan Albon. En maîtrise, un peu comme toi si tu prenais part à une course réservée à des gamins de 4 ans. Et encore, tu serais moins relax.
• 2. Ruth Croft qui assomme la concurrence partout où elle passe. CCC, Templiers, Western States, Marathon du Mont Blanc, Tarawera au scratch, Transvulcania… À quand une course contre la présidente et l’impératrice ? Faudra éloigner les enfants avant.
• 3. Le cameraman qui urine à l’antenne. Notre sport est incroyable.
• 4. La 9ème place de Antoine Thiriat, 23 piges. Discret, bosseur, humble. On en raffole.
• 5. Dmitry Mityaev qui clairement attend Tom Evans pour le pousser sur les derniers kilomètres. On aurait adoré que Tom lui fasse à l’envers et joue le sprint dans la dernière ligne droite. En tout cas avec la prime de course Dmitry pourra aller chez le coiffeur.
• 6. Tom Evans qui boit dans sa godasse à l’arrivée. On dirait un mariage qui tourne mal. On ne préfère pas imaginer le goût du précipité.
• 7. L’apparente explosion de Thibaut Baronian (classé 13ème mais main dans la main avec l’homme le plus drôle de l’univers Luis Alberto Hernando) alors qu’en fait il s’est juste arrêté chez « Diminu’tif », un petit salon de coiffure très sympa à La Palma.
• 8. L’explosion de Dakota Jones (17ème), l’homme qui a battu Kilian Jornet deux fois dont une fois sur cette course. Cette course, c’est faire du free solo après avoir beurré un moule.
• 9. 9 nationalités différentes dans le top 10 féminin. On ne sait pas quoi faire de cette stat mais vous pourrez la placer lors de votre prochain dîner mondain.
• 10. Un niveau de l’espace après avoir quitté le circuit de la course de quartier. Comme quoi.
Vivement la prochaine joute : Zegama Aizkorri. Le boss du jeu Kilian Jornet sera là. On en salive tellement d’avance qu’on porte d’ores et déjà un bavoir.
Photo Ian Corless
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