There was one girl in particular Travis was into from his fourth period Algebra class during Sophomore year. To the rest of Hawkins High, you were fairly unremarkable. Pretty, sure, with average grades and a handful of friends, but to "Teacake" (and shortly after, Eddie too) you were a dream. A total fantasy come to life. Sometimes when they were shooting the shit in the back of Travis' car they'd talk about how your gym shorts had given you a wedgie as you did your laps, or how sweet you sounded when they overheard you singing along to whatever was playing on your Walkman as you boarded the school bus. They'd get so worked up thinking about you that they'd have no choice but to take care of each other in those already-ruined leather seats.

As luck would have it, you were looking to start smoking pot, and the only lead you had to go off of for a dealer was Eddie. You showed up to his trailer one night while Travis was there, lazing on the couch in Eddie's Black Sabbath tee while the drug dealer wore his friend's grey sweatpants. If you were to ask them about that night, the boys would swear on their lives that they didn't have any other plans than to walk you through your first joint. But it was Eddie's place, and so naturally, one thing led to another until you were laid out between the two, getting serviced on both ends.

From then on, you three became an unofficial habit. Like, you'd go down to Lover's Lake for a dip, the two would already happen to be there sharing a 6-pack of beer while skipping rocks, and next thing you knew you were arching your back against a rock as they looked up at you reverently, each having a thick finger pressed inside your tight wet pussy to stretch you out. They'd pull up next to you as you pathetically trudged home in the rain on foot, Eddie offering you a ride with a concerned pout, only for that pout to become a slack-jawed 'O' as you and Travis took turns sucking his newly pierced cock in the back of his van.

You didn't mind that they were so..."close." It was pretty hot to see them play with each other, quite honestly. Travis usually ended up underneath Eddie or with his mouth around his friends' dick and fingers. Sometimes the brunette would tuck himself between your slick thighs and beckon the blonde over to suckle his sensitive head from the cramped position. Other times Travis would eat your pussy then get yanked away into a deep kiss with Eddie so that he could get a secondhand taste of your love juice. There was no chance for you to be on top of either of them, though, not unless it was to lock lips or bounce on one of their considerable lengths while the other guy eased a finger into your ass.

You noticed. You would stir and turn over and put a lazy hand on his chest and mumble something about going back to sleep. And every time, that gentle reassurance, as mindless and instinctive as it may be, let him relax enough to fall asleep.

Steve wouldn’t talk about what had happened, save a few vague references. You knew that he had been tortured and then there was the monster in the mall that he fought, but that was all. But, sometimes, he’d slip up when a nightmare has its claws in him, and you’d hear more.

Frantic pleading, begging for it to all just stop. Desperate thrashing as he tried to escape whatever memory he got trapped in.

In the morning, you’d be a little gentler with him. You’d bring him coffee and tread lightly, pretending that you hadn’t heard it all. Steve didn’t seem to know that he talked in his sleep sometimes, and you wouldn’t break the allusion that he was better at holding himself together than he actually was.

“The kids want to come over and swim,” he said at breakfast. His appetite wasn’t all there, so he absently used his toast to soak up runny yolk without any indication that he was interested in taking a bite. “Do a cookout, or something.”

“You want to host?” You questioned. “We don’t have anything to cook out, baby.”

“I’ll just run to Bradley’s and figure something out,” he said with a sideways smile, the kind that he put on when he wanted you to stop worrying about something. “We’ll do hot dogs, or burgers, or something. Or I can make a mean grilled cheese if all else fails.”

You acquiesced, because Steve wanted to pretend it wasn’t bothering him and you wanted Steve to be happy.

And it was all fine until night fell. Until that first whistle and pop of a firework in the sky beyond the trees. You could see the flash of color behind the canopy of trees, blue and white sparkling against the inky sky. After that, it became a cacophony of booms and pops, a war in the sky.

Steve sat on the deck chair, his swimsuit more a decoration than something practical. Just like he had problems with the fourth, he had problems with the pool too. His spine was straight, like someone had pulled him taut on a string. And you watched his chest begin to heave with short, urgent breaths.

“Hey,” you said, settling in beside him. Your thighs slung over his lap, warm, comforting, heavy. “You wanna go inside?”

“No,” he insisted. “No, I’m fine.” But his hand shook where he had it wrapped around his Coke, making it slosh around in the glass. When you met his gaze again he frowned. “I’m fine, stop worrying.”

You nestled into his side and pressed your lips to his jaw. His pulse thrummed rapidly, too fast for anything like excitement. He didn’t want to admit it, you didn’t want to push.

When you weaved your fingers in with his, he squeezed your hand so hard it started to ache, but you swallowed it down and pushed through, just like he was.

After the kids were gone and you were nestled into bed, the fireworks kept on popping outside. He tossed and turned, until finally he just turned to watch you. His brown eyes scanning over your sleepy features until his brain started to feel normal again.

You blinked against the dark and stared right back. The scar on his lip, the one you would always kiss first… that was from the Russians. So was the bump on his nose where it had fractured and healed a little wrong. He didn’t have to tell you anything, you didn’t want him to have to relive it any more than his brain already forced him to.

You closed the gap of cold sheets between you and laid your head on his chest, where the rapid thump of his heartbeat thrummed, and slowed as you breathed with him.

Steve was in the kitchen being the perfect image of domestic bliss. Hunched over a boiling pot of something he’d cobbled together, dish cloth slung over his shoulder, hips swaying along to the radio.

You sauntered in to the kitchen with his Scoops shirt in one hand and the shorts in the other.

“Hey baby,” you caught his attention through the bloom of steam rising to his face, “look what I found.”

You dangled the fabric from your fingers. Steve’s face examined what you were holding and lit up. Putting down his ladle, he moved around the kitchen counter to you.

“Oh my god! I can’t believe you found it.” He beamed, taking the garments in his hands. “Wait,” he looked at you sceptically as the memory of what you said the other day came back to him. “Is this because of what you said about making another sex tape?”

You bit your lip and nodded, eye lashing fluttering up at him.

“Oh honey, I uh, I don’t know…” Steve trailed off as he made his way back to the pot, turning the temperature down on the stove.

“I thought you were up for it.” You sighed.

“I mean yeah, I’d like for us to make a film again but I thought you were joking about the uniform part.”

“I was but,” you moved to stand next to him, your arms wrapping around one of his as you pressed into his side. “Then I just couldn’t stop thinking about you wearing it.”

After some back and forth over dinner, you had at least managed to get Steve to just try on the uniform and then go from there.

Somehow, over the past couple years, Steve had gotten slightly self conscious about his body. You didn’t know why. You thought he was, and always had been, the hottest guy you’d ever seen. You tried to show him every moment you could, through every touch, every look, every word, that he was completely and utterly beautiful.

Steve walked into the bedroom, stoping just past the threshold to present himself to you. A huge toothy grin plastered your face and you let out an excited giggle.

“Don’t laugh.” Steve winced.

“I’m not laughing, I’m just so giddy. You look adorable.”

“I don’t want to be adorable, I want to be hot and sexy.” He clicked his fingers to emphasise the words.

“How about, adorably sexy.”

He rolled his eyes at you.

You stood up from the bed in order to examine him more closely. Steve felt shy under your gaze.

‘Adorably sexy’ would actually be the best way to describe the image in front of you. Of course Steve looked cute in his uniform, he always did. It was one of the first things that crossed your mind when you met him that day at the mall. Despite the feeling of hot coffee all over you, all you could feel was the way your heart swelled at the first sight of him.

But the way he wore it now, almost six years later, he made it look sexy. It fitted him a bit more snug. The fabric straining slightly over his chest, his hips, his arms, his thighs, god his thighs in those tiny shorts. They looked even more tiny now, the legs rising up as he shifted nervously on the carpet. He looked almost scandalous, like he was hiding something forbidden underneath the innocence of the outfit.

“Are you done?” Steve spoke, pulling you from your impure thoughts.

You lifted your hand up to make a twirling motion with your finger. Steve rolled his eyes at you again but obeyed, giving you a little twirl so you could get the full picture. Just as you thought, those shorts snug over his ass made your thighs clench.

When he returned to face you, you smiled at him again. You stepped close towards him, closing the gap between you. You snaked your hands around his waist and gazed up to him.

“Let me show you how sexy you are, Stevie.” You tiptoed up to kiss him softly. Steve sighed into your lips.

“You really think I look good in this?” He asked, your heart broke at the insecurity in his voice.

“Yes.” You said in a totally matter of fact tone, because it was a fact.

You led him over to the bed and pushed his shoulders to get him to sit down on the edge where you sat before. You stood in between his legs, his hands gripped the back of your thighs. You held his chin and tilted his mouth up to your’s as you leant over him and kissed him softly again. Steve was trying to pull you down on top of him but you stepped back. He whined.

“I’ll just get the camera.” You announced.

Steve groaned as he fell back dramatically on to the mattress.

“Baby, I’ll do the uniform but I don’t think I want the image committed to film.” He protested.

You had quickly found your video camera on top of the dresser, you had gotten it ready earlier in eager preparation. You returned back to your spot between Steve’s legs, this time bending down to meet his eye level.

“I don’t want to pressure you to do anything you don’t want to do, Steve.” You spoke softly. “But I wish you could see yourself like I see you. I just thought maybe with this tape I could do that.”

He relaxed a little, letting himself melt into the warmth of your eyes.

“Or if you don’t ever want to see it,” you continued, “that’s fine. Maybe I’ll just keep it for myself.” Your eyes now contained something darker. “For those days you get up and leave for practice early, and you’re gone all day.” You moaned lowly. “While I’m here just waiting for you, thinking about you. Would you do it for me?”

Your plush, pouty lips had the same effect on Steve as his big, round eyes had on you. They were his weakness.

“You know I’d do anything for you, princess.” He brushed your cheek with his thumb. “Just get my good side, yeah?” He smirked.

“Oh baby, you do not have a bad side.”

You stood back up straight and placed the camera back on top of the dresser that sat against the wall opposite the end of the bed. Learning from your past mistakes, while Steve was cooking earlier, you had played around with a couple positions to get the right angle for the camera. You even set the lighting up in the room so you and Steve would be perfectly illuminated by the bedside lamp. The lighting still soft to create a sultry atmosphere, but bright enough where it needed to be. Maybe now you were the one spending too much time with Johnathan.

Steve watched you as he sat back on his hands, feet firm on the carpet. He was happy you were happy. Happy that you wanted him. It made him a bit more comfortable in his own skin.

You pressed record and turned around to him, your body blocking the view of the camera.

“Ready?” You asked.

“Ready.” Steve consented.

You walked back over to him, your hips swaying as you commanded the room. Steve admired you as you approached. He loved to see how much more confident you had become since your last on camera role.

You stood between his legs and repeated your moves from before, tilting his chin up to you. Steve’s lips sought your’s and you two collided in a kiss that had much more heat than before. Steve’s hands found your hips, tugging your body down to him. You moved your legs over his so you could sink down on top of him and straddle his hips.

You were still dressed in your jeans and shirt from the day. The rough denim rubbed against the thin polyester of Steve’s shorts making him gasp against your mouth. As his lips opened for you, you took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, hungry for more. You tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled just a bit harder than you usually would. Steve moaned at the feeling, load and clear for the camera to hear.

Steve used his grip on your hips to grind you against his hardening length.

“Hmm, there he is.” You smiled as you hummed into him, feeling him stir beneath you.

You reluctantly left the wet warmth on Steve’s mouth and started to kiss along his jaw and down the front of his neck, teeth grazing his adam’s apple. You rocked harder into him, the seam of your jeans nudging at your most sensitive bundle as Steve’s cock pressed hard into you.

Steve was moaning like he was in pain from grinding himself roughly against you. He was getting embarrassingly hard just from dry humping. He thought how not much had really changed since the days he used to shove you into the back room at Scoops on his break. Have you moaning his name as you rutted your hips against one another during heavy make out sessions when you first started dated.

Now he’s here, with you still, in the bedroom you shared, his ring on your finger, and he’s still wearing that stupid uniform. He couldn’t quite believe he got so lucky.

He whimpered your name as he thought about the two of you, past and present.

“What is it, Stevie?” You asked innocently.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He whispered.

“So are you baby.”

You pressed a light peck to his lips before getting up from his lap. You stood in front of him, eyes locked on his, as you removed your stifling jeans. You tossed them to the side and Steve’s eyes dragged over you down to your little lacey undies. He reached out a hand to the waistband of your underwear but you lightly slapped it away.

“Not yet Steve,” you said sternly, he pouted. “Let me take care of you first.”

You sank down, knees pressing into the soft carpet between Steve’s feet. Your spread your palms up his thighs, his hair tickling you in between your fingers. Your finger tips breached the hem of his shorts which was very high up his leg as they had risen up from your movements. His cock pressed against the navy fabric and you could see the imprint of that one prominent vein through it.

“Jesus Steve, you’re not wearing underwear under these little things?” You asked as you shamelessly stared directly as his hardening length.

“No, I-“ His breath hitched as he felt you rub little circles under the hem of his shorts. “I thought I’d give myself a bit more room.”

“Hmm, you need all the room you can get for that big cock of your’s.” You teased slightly but it was also true.

You lent forward and pressed a kiss to where his tip poked at the fabric. Steve sat back on his hands as he sighed, watching you. You then lifted up his sailor top just enough to expose his tummy. You pressed another to the freckle below his belly button then experimentally traced the outline of his cock lightly with your finger.

“Fuck baby, just touch me for real.” Steve impatiently whined. Your seductive eyes looked up to meet his desperate ones as you continued your feathery work. He knew by the look on your face exactly what you needed from him. “Please.”

With that, you did as he asked, seeing as he asked so politely of course.

You grabbed him through the fabric.

“Yes baby, please, please more.” How did he become so desperate. One moment he’s reluctantly putting on this stupid outfit, the next you have him begging for the smallest touch.

“You look so good like this, Stevie. In your cute little sailor suit, all needy… Just like you’re eighteen again.” You reminisced. “But I love how you are now, all grown up, all…big.”

You finally moved your hands up to the waist band of his shorts and you saw his stomach draw itself in under your touch. You hooked your fingers under his shorts and pulled them down just enough to let out his leaking cock.

You wet your lips before giving his tip another gentle kiss. Without the barrier of the fabric, he felt so much more of you. He instinctively thrusted his cock up towards your mouth, it roughly bumping into your face. You let out a small giggle.

“Sorry.” Steve breathed apologetically.

“It’s okay, I know how much you love my mouth, don’t you baby.”

Steve nodded furiously. You licked his tip, tasting the desperation that seeped out of him.

“Yes, god, yes!” He panted.

“Do you remember the first time I sucked your cock.” You said as you lowered your head more, flattening your tongue along the underside.

“Yes,” Steve let out a deep breath, “yeah I do, fuck.”

“Tell me about it.”

You then took him in your mouth, just the first couple inches, swirling your tongue around it. Your eyes fluttered at the feeling of him heavy on your tongue. Then you looked back up to him.

“Shit honey, okay ugh.” Steve panted, the sounds going straight between your legs, a throbbing ache starting to grow.

You kept going as Steve tried to formulate a coherent thought.

“We uh–hm, we were in the parking lot,” he swallowed a whimper. “At the mall,” deep breath, “in my car.”

“Hmm…” You hummed around him urging him to continue.

“Fuck I was so scared.” Steve groaned.

You began bobbing your head up and down his length, taking a little bit more of him each time you sucked him into your mouth.

“Scared someone was gonna see–uuuuhhh–us.”

You drew your head back off of him, Steve petulantly whined at the loss.

“Did you want someone to?” You questioned, bringing your hand back up to stoke him to fill the void of your mouth.

“Wa–“

“Like being watched, do you Steve?”

Steve turned his head to the side, facing the camera as he suddenly remembered its existence. Before he could respond, you took him fully into your mouth again, making him open wide in a moan while he looked stright into the camera. His hands shot into your hair and his hip trusted into your face. You gagged a little at the surprise, but quickly adjusted as you held his hip down.

“God princess, you’re mouth, fuck, so fucking good.” Here came the rambling as Steve felt his approaching orgasm. You smiled up at him, smiled with his cock deep in your moth. If ever there was a moment Steve would like to immortalise forever on film, it would be this one.

“Can I- can I cum in your mouth, please baby, please let me cum in that pretty, pretty mouth.”

You mumbled a noise of agreement around him as you continued to drag him through your mouth. You closed your eyes as you prepared for the feeling of his release.

You didn’t mind just feeling him, you’d be able to watch his writhing back on the tape.

“Yes, yes, yes, uuuggh.” Steve panted, releasing a squeaky moan as he came down your throat. You swallowed around him, taking as much of his release as you could, before pulling yourself off for air and letting the remainder of his cum spirt onto the carpet.

You both took a moment to catch your breath. Steve looked positively ethereal. His hair flopping in to his eyes, the tips curling at the nape of his neck from his damp sweat. His cheeks are flushed, eyes dark where his irises had been taken over by his pupils. Chest heaving, his hair there sticking out of the neckline of his sailor suit. His cock still hung heavy out from his shorts, slightly less red looking but still equally hard.

“I was wearing this as well you know?” Steve was the first to break the loaded silence. You looked at him confused. “That first time you gave me a blow job, I was wearing this stupid outfit.” He laughed gesturing towards the uniform, you smiled at the memory. “What is it about this uniform that makes you wanna suck me off?” He half teased, half was genuinely asking. He leaned back on his hands looking down to you where you still sat kneeling between his legs.

You let out a giddy chuckle as you stood, slightly sore from kneeling and the ache between your thighs.

You settled on one of his knees, Steve’s hands quickly coming back to hold your hips. You raked your hands up his shoulder and around to the back of his neck.

“It just makes you look like such a good boy.” You said, brushing the hair out of his face gently.

Steve pulled you in to a messy kiss. His tongue wasted no time breaching your lips, moaning into the kiss as he tasted the traces of him on your tongue.

“And what would you like your good boy to do next?” He said breaking the kiss, his nose rubbing against your cheek. You pulled back, making a mock thinking face as if you didn’t already know exactly what you wanted.

“Hmm,” you tapped your finger to your temple, “I would like him to let me ride his beautiful cock.”

“Take it a way baby.” He gestured vaguely to his lap as he sat back on his hands again.

You got up, removed your drenched panties and threw them at Steve’s face. With his quick reflexes, he caught them in his hand, feeling how wet they were. He kept them in his grasp as he watched you climb on top of him. He didn’t dare touch you yet.

You looked like you were in your own little world as you positioned yourself, taking his cock in your hand and dragging the tip though your folds as you hovered above him.

Your breath hitched at finally getting to feel him down there. Steve’s breathing picked up but he was strangely silent, too mesmerised by you to make a sound.

You spread your thighs wider over him as you sunk down slowly, taking him.

“Ugh Stevie.” You sighed.

Steve’s head fell back at the feeling of you sucking him into your wet cunt.

Much like how you used you mouth, you bounced yourself up and down his length, taking a bit more of him each time until your swollen clit brushed his corse hair at the base.

By then, Steve had fallen flat on to his back. His hands reached out to grab your thighs.

“C’mon honey, can’t you go a bit faster.” He whined.

As if to punish him, you stopped dead.

“You already came once, don’t get greedy.” You tutted at him.

He groaned in annoyance, not pleasure. Although the way you agonisingly moved up and down his cock was pleasurable, he just wanted to flip you and pound into you like someone put batteries in him.

Then he laughed. A dark chuckle that made his body shake, the vibrations filtering through his dick into you.

“You put me through all this,” Steve gestured towards his shirt. “The least you could do is let me fuck you how I want.” He was more composed now.

“What happened to being my good boy, Stevie.” You pouted as you leant down over him bracing yourself on your hands.

“The thing about good boys is…” He grabbed your head between his large palms. “They don’t like mean girls.”

You immediately clenched around him at his words, his darkness faltering as his eyes rolled back in his head.

“You think you can fuck me hard when you can’t even handle my pussy tightening around you?” You accused.

“Well you can’t handle a little dirty talk, you like it when I call you ‘mean’ don’t ya?” Steve retaliated.

“I’ll show you mean.”

Without a second thought, you lifted yourself off him, the feeling of him slipping out of you made you stumble a little as you got to your feet and stood at the side of the bed, looking down at him, your arms crossed over your chest.

“Wa-baby, what, why would you do that?” Steve’s momentary dominance was now completely gone as he whined at the loss of you surrounding him. You looked him over, cock sprung up, red, throbbing, glistening as your arousal coating it caught the lamp light. He was so desperate.

He looked you over too, eyes drawn to where you dripped for him.

“C’mon honey,” he tried to reason, lifting one of his legs up to stroke his foot along the inside of your ankle. “I know you want it as bad as I do.”

He sat up and scooched to the edge of the mattress. He reached his hand out to grab one of yours, the one with the ring, tugging you closer to him. He lifted your hand to his lips and placed an apologetic kiss to your fingers.

“I’ll be your good boy again, I promise.” He said, lips still touching the skin of your hand.

You let the air out your nose, pulling your hand away. Steve was worried he’d taken things too far, that he should have just done whatever you asked him, without question. Then you held your hand up again, this time with just your pinky sticking out to him.

“Pinky promise?”

Instead of linking his pinky with yours, Steve leant forward and sucked your little finger into his mouth. It looked so tiny poking into his plush, red lips. His teeth nibbled on it slightly before he released it, your hand fell to your side as your arm went limp.

You had to take a breather to process the gorgeous image in front of you. Steve looked up at you with hopeful and hungry eyes.

“Lay back.” You ordered, he complied.

You yanked off his shorts completely from his body and crawled on top of him. You removed your top, exposing your breasts and peaked nipples to him. You bunched up his shirt all the way to his armpits, wanting full view of his torso while keeping the sweetness of his little sailor collar around his neck. You took him inside you quickly this time, leaning your palms on his chest and rocking back and forth.

“Yes that’s my girl, fuck ugh.” Steve moaned. He covered your hands with his.

“Steve… so good for me.”

Steve thrusted into you from below, a little hesitantly at first incase you scolded him, but you didn’t.

“Let me make you feel good, princess, please let me make you cum, you’re so fucking pretty when you cum for me.” He panted through the words. He knew you wouldn’t let him finish before you this time but he was already so close. He needed you to unravel around him, fast.

You changed your position, using a strong grip on Steve’s knees to lean back as you fucked yourself on his cock. You gave him a full view of his hard length disappearing into your warmth and he whimpered.

“You want me to cum so bad? Touch my clit like a good boy and make me.” You were really trying to keep a steady voice as you ordered him, but honestly it was not working. Your words came out more like pleading begs than stern orders, but either way, Steve would do as he was told.

With his head foggy with pleasure, he pushed himself to sit up. You stayed leaned back on his knees, now grinding down on his cock as you hit the base, taking him deeper to the spot inside of you that you craved for him to touch.

One of his hands snuck around to the dip in your back to hold you, stabilising your increasingly sloppy movements. The other reached between you. You expected him to work you slowly, that’s what he would usually do. Not this time. He swirled your throbbing nub like it was a race, and to him it was.

“Ugh, right there, yes Steve, so good.”

His laser focus on getting you off somewhat calmed his own apex. Although, watching how you moved on top of him, desperate, even though you were trying to hide it, could be enough to make him cum untouched just at the sight. He could see you, feel you, fluttering around him. Your stomach sucking inwards, your chest heavy, the familiar signs that you were almost completely, totally, gone.

“Are you close baby?” Steve asked, already knowing the answer.

You nodded, eyes shut tight, lip between your teeth.

“Yeah ya are, look at you, fuck, cum on me I need it, please ugh.”

It was your turn to obey. Your pushed yourself off Steve’s knees, launching your body into his torso as you needed to feel him against you as you came. You shook as he wrapped his arms around you, the two of you falling back against the mattress. You raked your fingers through his hair and moaned over his mouth. Steve took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, breathing you in.

“So, so good to me Stevie, you make me feel so good, such a good boy.”

“Fuck, i’m gonna cum,”

He tried you lift you off him but you held firm.

“Cum inside me, please, I wanna feel you fill me, baby.”

That was all he really needed to hear.

Steve held you down, you felt his cock twitch and the warmth of him coating your insides as he whimpered shallow breaths into your ear.

Your chests rubbed against each others as your breathing gradually slowed.

You captured Steve in a firm, open mouthed kiss before placing the same all over the rest of his face.

“Ah!” He laughed as you continued your assault.

You returned to his lips for the final kiss smiling wide over his mouth. When you pulled back he held you back against his lips as he mumbled.

“My god baby, you are…” He paused to look at you, really look at you. There were no words that could properly encapsulate the feelings he wanted to convey. So instead he just looked into your eyes, seeing the feelings reflect back at him.

“You too.” You said softly.

Steve rolled you over, removing himself from inside you, you instantly missed the feeling of him just being there.

He moved to get up but you grabbed his shoulders.

“Where are you going?” You whined.

“To turn the camera off, silly.” He booped your nose.

“No don’t, leave it,” your pouty mouth irresistible to him again. “This is my favorite part.”

“Oh honey, I don’t know if i’ve got another in me–“

“That’s not what I mean.” You laughed. “I mean just us laying here after, that’s my favorite.”

You shimmied around on the bed to lay with your head on the pillows next to each other. You entangled your naked limbs as you looked at the blinking red light across the room. You lay with your head on Steve’s chest, fiddling with the name tag on his crumpled shirt he still had on. Steve’s hand absentmindedly played with your hair.

After a good minute or two of you just silently enjoying each other’s company. Steve took in a deep breath like he was readying himself to say something.

“What if we just made a baby.” It was more of a statement than a question. You felt his body tense against you.

You looked up at him, soft eyes looking over his profile as he stared at the ceiling.

“I wouldn’t be mad about it.” You said, then pressed a soft kiss to his clothed chest.

He looked down to you, all the worry drained from his face as his eyes met your sincere gaze.

“Really?” He smiled.

“Really.” You repeated, sure of yourself.

He rolled on top of you as he kissed you, smiling against you. You mirrored him, kissing him back.

Steve then suddenly groaned, annoyed, as he flopped back on his back.

“I swear if we just conceived a child and I was wearing this stupid fucking outfit!”

You laughed at him, he could be so dramatic sometimes.

“Well, this ‘stupid fucking outfit’,” you mocked his bitchy tone, “has been through a lot with us.” You leaned over him. “It feels kind of right.”

“Yeah,” he relaxed, “I guess it does.”

“Just be glad I couldn’t find the hat.”

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A/N: Thanks for all the love for this series!! I’ve so enjoyed writing it!! I have so many more fic ideas I can’t wait to share with you guys! <3