Steddie Oneshots

Hanky code (3) 🤍

~ 1200 Words

TW: smut, s&m, baby, top Eddie, bottom Steve

Steve's POV
"It's Eddie."

Robin doesn't seem surprised at this, so I guess that he was her suspicion. "How did you know it was him?" Am I being obvious? Do the others know as well? DOES EDDIE KNOW?

"Calm down, dingus! You look like you just saw Vecna coming back." I guess my panic was pretty obvious, "I knew, because I know you! We literally work together for eight hours every day, you think you can hide stuff like this from me?"

"I was trying to hide it from everyone, I think." "Yeah, that might have worked with the kids, but I have seen the way you look at him. And I have also seen you get flustered every time he calls you one of these weird pet names and how nervous you get, when anyone talks to you about him."

Okay, that sounds like it might be true. But I need to make sure of one thing: "Do you think, that Eddie knows?" Robin scoffs: "I would say, that he is about as oblivious as you are. So no, I don't think he knows,.at least bit for sure."

That is a huge relief! I know, I said that him figuring out, that I like him is kind of the point of this, but it would be embarrassing, if he knew for a longer time and didn't say anything. Because that would mean, that he definitely doesn't like me.

I snap back into reality. We have been in the kitchen for quite some time now. "Come on Robin, let's join the others in the living room, before someone comes looking for us." She agrees and we walk out of the kitchen, taking the snacks, I had prepared before with us.

The kids are sitting around the coffee table, playing some card game. Johnathan and Nancy are sitting on the couch next to them, looking up when they notice us. "Took you guys long enough", Johnathan smiles.

"Yeah, yeah, you can clean up next time, if we're taking to long for your liking", Robin teases back. I look around the room: "Where is Eddie?" "Here", comes from a armchair, a few feet away. Why is he sitting so far away from everyone?

The kids turn towards us: "Can we watch a movie? Please?" We all agree, because what better do we have to do? Robin and I sit down on the couch next to Nancy and Jonathan. Eddie comes over and sits in the armchair beside me. The kids jump up on to the couches, pushing Robin and me to opposite sides of the couch.

I hand out the snacks to everyone, and then we decide on a horror movie. I know, seems like a weird choice for a group with so much trauma, but it's strangely soothing to see other people, that you know are not real, get attacked or killed and not yourself.

Two movies later it is dark outside. "Okay, little shits, it is time to go home. Does everybody still have a ride?", I ask, mainly looking at Dustin and Lucas. "It's fine, Johnathan said that they can take us home." I look at Johnathan: "You sure?" "It's fine, you know it's not that far off of our usual way."

After everyone left my house, not before half of the kids yelled 'Bye dad' which got me a teasing look from Robin, I relax into couch that I was sitting on before again. There is not much of a mess to clean up, because even the little shits understand not to get food on the couches or the floor, so I only have to clean up the bowls. And that seems like the perfect task for tomorrow.

Now that I am alone I can let all the thoughts I blocked of earlier flood my mind. All the fantasies of Eddie that I have to shove to the back of my head or I will get lost in them. But now I can, now I can loose myself without having to be too embarrassed by it.

I never used to even imagine myself on the receiving side, until my relationship with Billy. But Eddie is on a whole new level. Constantly fantasizing about someone dominating me is not something I'm used to. But I can't help it with Eddie.

So that is exactly what I do. My mind is immediately consumed by him. His hands, his face, his body, his voice, his ez, his lips, just about everything about him. I let my thoughts wander further. To how amazing his hand would feel all over my body, wrapping around my neck.

How his lips would feel on my jaw, my neck, my collarbone, my chest. Sucking on my skin, leaving hickeys, biting, leaving bruises. At the thought of him marking me all over I feel myself getting hard.

I imagine him in front of me, wanting me. I imagine myself falling to my knees, not caring that it would hurt. Or rather enjoying that very fact. I imagine him shoving his dick onto my mouth, face fucking me. And I know, that if he would ever to that, I would let him.

I would let him do to me whatever he wanted. I would let him hurt me, I want him to hurt me. To fuck mouth until my throat hurts and I can't talk anymore. To fuck me against the wall until my back is one big bruise. To fuck me until I can't walk for a week. To mark me up, so that everyone knows I'm his.

At that though I reach into my pants. I know I shouldn't do this in my living room. Someone could see me through the windows or come knocking on the door. But I can't get myself to care right now.

I wrap my hand around my hard dick, stoking it slowly. Trying my best to torture myself. I imagine Eddie ordering me to go slow, whispering into my ear. I moan at that, desperately trying not to speed up. He would want me to go slow, to edge myself as many times as possible.

I try to do exactly that, going in a pace that slowly brings me closer and closer to the edge. Imagining that it is his hand. That his other hand roams my body, feeling every bit of it. I barely catch myself, before my orgasm, continuing as soon as it gets far enough away.

But after the second time I can't stop myself, I need to cum. I imagine Eddie choking me with his hands, pushing me down and making it hard to breathe. I throw my head back and cum into my pants.

I lay on the couch for a few minutes, catching my breath, before I go upstairs to change. I strip out of my clothes and hop underneath the shower. I quickly clean myself and get out, wrapping a towel around myself.

I go back to my room and put on sweatpants and a t-shirt. I might as well sleep early if I'm already in me room. I have some sleep to catch up on, since the anxiety and anticipation kept me up last night.