Dirty Thoughts.
Steve has it bad for next door neighbor and best friend's little sister Emily Munson.
WARNINGS; SMUT, MINORS DNI. masturbation, perv!steve.
There were about a million and ten reasons why he should not be doing this. For starters, it was completely wrong morally, ethically, and most importantly legally. She had a boyfriend, one who treated her like shit and one that didn’t deserve her, but a boyfriend nonetheless. She was his best friend’s little sister, only by five minutes. But most importantly, Emily Munson hated him. She’d deck him if she ever caught him.
But fucks sake it felt as though she were teasing him.
He sat at his desk, bent over another college admissions essay. He was reapplying to state schools, not the Ivies his parents had demanded but it would be college nonetheless. It wasn’t like he was trying to look into her window. Steve was being a good guy, honest.
Emily stood with her back to the window, black hair tickling her shoulder blades. He tried not to think of how nice her thighs looked in her stupid fishnets. Tried not to imagine kneading the doughy flesh and making her whine.
He dropped his pencil when she slipped off her t-shirt.
She was teasing him.
She had to be.
Her head moved to the side, shoulders tensing. She shouted something. Probably her brother’s name.
He watched as she shrugged on her Hellfire shirt, cropped to just below her bra. His fingers twitched, imagining running his fingers up and down her sides, cupping every single inch of her body. He wondered if her breasts would be heavy in his palm, wondered if anyone had ever worshiped her the way he wanted to.
She walked out of her bedroom. Steve couldn’t focus on his essay. Not when Emily Munson had walked out of her bedroom and had walked right into his thoughts.
God, Eddie was going to murder him if he ever found out.
But Steve could handle hiding it for as long as it took. He could handle the fighting, the raging, the way she looked at him as though she daydreamed about skinning him alive. He could take it as long as she was looking at him.
He pushed himself away from his desk. He wouldn’t be able to concentrate on those essays anyway. Not when his mind was plagued with thoughts about Emily Munson and the way she smiled brighter than the sun. The way her plump red or black painted lips would look wrapped around him. The way she’d look bouncing on his cock, her perfect tits swinging and her head tilted back in pleasure. Steve knew he’d ruin her, knew she’d whine and cry and beg for more.
His cock swelled at the thought.
He knew it was so wrong, so so wrong to think of her.
But how could he not?
Emily Munson was the sun. She was the universe. She was the only thing that have ever mattered to him, and yet, she didn’t even realize just how much he wanted her. Didn’t realize how much he needed her. How much he craved her. If she did, she had never made a move to acknowledge it. Had never made a move to acknowledge him.
Steve sat on the edge of his bed, facing his window that faced into hers. Her lights were off. But the fairy lights gave a gentle glow on her bookshelves. Bookshelves that he had put together because Eddie couldn’t be trusted with a hammer. His handiwork in her room. His mark.
God, he was pathetic.
It didn’t take much effort to picture her lounging on her window seat, in that little pajama set that Steve loved so much. Black lace that clung to her curves, that showed off every inch of her body. Her thighs always looked so plush, so creamy and ready for him to bruise when she wore it.
A shudder went down his spine as he shifted further up his bed, his pants falling to the floor.
She’d be reading, a pen or a cigarette between her lips. She’d chew on the tip of whatever it was absentmindedly. His cock twitched at the thought of it. At the thought of how her eyelashes would flutter against her cheekbones. About how her lipstick would leave a stain on that cigarette.
He spit into his hand, regret already forming in his mind but he didn’t care.
He had tried so hard to be good. He had tried to ignore the way she looked at him like she was going to eat him alive. He tried to ignore the fact that he wanted her to. He tried to ignore the way he couldn’t stop picturing how her ass jiggled when she ran up the steps. He tried to ignore every racing thought, but he couldn’t.
Steve was going straight to hell.
“Em,” he groaned softly as his hand wrapped around the base of his cock. He tugged gently, his mind picturing her hand. The way she would struggle to wrap around him. The way she would blush and stutter upon first seeing him.
His eyes closed, head tilting back.
She was there, breasts spilling out of her shirt and waiting for him to paint in his cum. She’d beg for it. Beg for him.
The little brat would be tempered for him.
“You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you? Staring through my window huh? Just hoping you’d catch me doing something, weren’t you? Fuck,” his pace quickened, matching what she did in his head.
He knew Emily would be a wildcard. Knew that she would bite and scratch and make damn sure to mark him up throughout their time together. Damien was evidence enough of that. There had been so many days where Steve had to bite down on his jealousy, when Damien had worn Emily’s markings with pride. Possessing her.
Damien didn’t realize that Emily was not a creature to be possessed, was not a creature to own. She was perfect. Perfect and otherworldly. Steve would worship her, either from afar or to her face. Whatever she gave him, whatever she allowed.
She controlled him. Not the other way around.
“Such a good girl for me, Em.” If he did get to dominate her like he dreamed of, it would only be because she allowed it. Because she wanted it.
Steve needed her to want it. Steve needed her to need it.
His mind played with him, showing him the Emily he wanted to see. The one who was begging for him, the one who wanted to choke on him. The one who wanted him to fucking destroy her.
Steve cursed loudly at the image of Emily laying on his bed, thighs spread and looking so bashful before him.
Stevie please. I’ll be good, I promise.
He grunted as he came onto his hand. The thought of Emily begging sending him over the edge.
He had to stay like that for a moment. Just breathing, trying to figure out what was wrong with him mentally.
There had to be a lot considering what he had just done.
Steve opened his eyes, moving to sit up so he could clean up. However, he quickly froze.
Standing in the window, her knees on that window seat, was Emily Munson. Her mouth open and a shocked expression on her face. She looked away once she realized he was staring at her.
Oh yeah, Eddie was gonna fucking kill him.
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