On the drive home, you rambled to him, gushing over the little one. How cute she was, how tiny her baby fingers were, how she looked at the new faces with such wonder – everything new.

Steve only added the odd ‘uh huh’ in response to what you were saying, his mind too preoccupied to really listen. He fixed his eyes on the road ahead as thoughts ran through his brain. Thoughts of you.

Of you and him.

Of him getting you pregnant.

Filling you with his seed.

God, what would it feel like to have it finally take.

“Oh my God! I know I keep saying it, but she is just the most adorable little thing, isn’t she,” your rambling continued as you walked through the front door, shaking off your jacket and shoes.

Steve, again, stayed silent, also removing his outer clothes in the hallway. He slowly approached you from behind. His hands wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as he whispered in your ear, “I want one.”

You chuckled, “I know you do, baby.”

It wasn’t unusual for Steve to express an interest in having kids with you someday.

“I want one – now.”

“Steve.” You turned in his grasp. “Kidnapping is wrong,” you joked.

“You know that’s not what I mean,” he said with a smirk, lowering his lips to yours.

The kiss was slow, Steve feeling your lips on his gently until you parted for him. Then he let himself give in to his most primal urges.

He grabbed your head with both his hands, holding your face close against his as his tongue explored the hollow of your mouth. A low groan vibrated out of Steve’s throat, down into yours, finally settling in the pit of your stomach. Your fists gripped the sides of his shirt at his waist and he pressed his body against yours, needing to feel more of you.

You were both breathless as Steve pulled away but kept his forehead resting on yours. “I wanna put a baby in you.”

“Steve–”

He cut off whatever you were going to say when he attached his lips to your neck. He sucked, licked, nibbled, at your exposed skin. Your hands drifted under his shirt, sighing into his touch.

With his lips still on you, he reached down to your ass, urging you to jump into his arms. You leaped up, wrapped your arms and legs around him as his mouth returned to yours. He slowly made his way upstairs to the bedroom through a messy haze of his tongue and your hands. Every so often he stopped to press you up against whatever surface was closest, grind his quickly hardening length against you and make you whine into his mouth like he was collecting the sounds for safe keeping.

He threw you to the bed like you weighed nothing, stripped himself of his shirt like it was burning his skin. He looked a mess already, lips swollen from kissing you, hair all over the place from your grabby hands. His eyes were hungry. Big, black pupils filling the voids, sucking you in.

He crawled on top of you, he felt so heavy as he pressed his body on to yours. His hands travelled up under your blouse, roughly kneading at your breasts through your bra like no clothes could stop him from feeling you.

“Steve, just–“ you cut yourself off with a gasp, “–take it off.”

As if he was waiting for your permission, he ripped open your top making you yell his name disapprovingly.

“No time for buttons,” he mumbled to himself.

He didn’t even reach around to unclasp your bra, he just pulled it down. His mouth was immediately at the peak of your nipple, flicking it with his tongue as he took it into his hot mouth. He moaned against your breast and you felt the vibrations right through you all the way to your core. You tilted your head back against the pillow, your hands tangling in his hair as he practically drooled over you. He circled his hips over your thigh, grinding his aching length on you.

“You’re so desperate Steve…” You weren’t even trying to tease him, you were just stating a fact, but even that seemed to make him hungrier.

His hands massaged at the flesh of your waist as he came back up to kiss you. A string of saliva connected his swollen lips to your nipple before it broke dripping to his chin. He looked wrecked already. You almost felt sorry for him.

“Need to be inside you,” he said breathlessly.

Wanting to help him out, you reached between you as you kissed and palmed the growing bulge in his jeans. He whimpered into your mouth at your touch, breaking his lips from yours. Both your pairs of hands scrambled to release him from his confines. The metal of his belt clanked desperately as he shoved down his jeans and underwear enough to feel the air on his dick. You pumped him with your fist, he was already so red, throbbing, leaking from the tip. His hands clawed at your panties, tugging them down to your knees where you kicked them off the rest of the way.

He couldn’t even get either of you fully undressed, just needed to reveal the most desperate parts of you. He bunched up your skirt above your waist where it joined your disheveled bra. You parted your legs but for Steve it wasn’t enough. He gripped the inside of your thighs and pushed them open wide, making more than enough room for his broad hips.

He looked down at your cunt so intently as he thrusted hard into you without warning.

“Steve!” His name rang out from your throat, wrapped in a strangled groan.

Usually, Steve would work his way up to plunging his cock into you. Get you wet on his fingers or his tongue, or both, until you were begging him to let you take him. But tonight was different, Steve didn’t have it in him to work you up when he was already about to burst.

“Sorry,” he tried to apologise sweetly but with the way you tightened around him it came out in a whine. “Couldn’t wait any longer.”

He sounded so pathetic – which was helping soften you up.

“It’s okay, just give me a sec to–“ a whimper caught in your throat as you felt Steve twitch inside you, he was trying really hard to hold still.

He bit down on his lip and hummed like he was trying not to think about it. You reached your hands up the back of his shoulders, dragging your nails up into his hair.

“Not helping,” he said through gritted teeth.

You quickly released your hands from him, dropping them to the pillows next to your head. His eyes were closed tight so he didn’t see the expression on your face as you looked at him like he was a lost puppy you desperately wanted to take home.

You shifted a little under him, getting yourself acquainted with his size. Every little move you made seemed to make Steve suck in the air around him.

“Baby…” he pleaded. “Let me move, I gotta–ugh–fuck your tight pussy, you feel so good. Please, I need to fill you so deep, so fucking deep in your warm cunt.”

His begging sent heat straight to the pit in your stomach. You weren’t quite ready, but at this point you didn’t really care. You wanted to give him everything.

“Stevie, look at me.” You cupped his jaw urging him to open his eyes to you, they were completely glazed over. “Do it.”

He almost came right there and then. Steve roughly pulled his hips back then collided them with yours, again and again in frantic thrusts. No real rhythm, just pure desperation.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he whined with each jab of his hips. “Such a good girl for me.”

It was rare Steve was this rough. The speed at which he drilled into you was excruciating. Your whole lower half felt like it was on fire, burning around him and under his palm where he pried open your legs. He propped himself up over you with one elbow next to your head. The other hand held up one of your thighs allowing him to fill you deeper with his thrusts.

He looked down at where your bodies met, mesmerised by the way you sucked him in like you wanted him to live inside you forever. He noticed the mixture of your juices gather around him, the wet noises coming from there too loud to ignore.

He started to slow down a little as he shifted his position. He knelt back, picked up your legs from under your knees and slung them over his shoulders. He leant back over you, pressing your thighs between the two of you, your knees either side of his head. He was slower now, more deliberate, grinding a bit as his hips met yours. He sunk deeper into you from the new angle.

“Fuck! Steve… you’re so deep,” your voice was barely there between your wet breaths. Your mouth was filled with saliva, Steve making you wet from every orifice.

“Christ, been wanting to get this deep in you since the ride home. Get your pussy so full of me and breed you, yeah–fuck.”

His tip nudged at that spot inside you that made your eyes roll back. You clenched hard around him and Steve let out another desperate whimper right into your mouth.

"Should’ve pulled over and just fucked you by the side of the road,” he continued, his hips speeding up again. “Where everyone could see how fucking good you take it–oh shit–” His voice got lower with each word he spoke, something darker coating his throat as he got closer to his climax. “They’ll see when you walk around all round, carrying my baby, yeah, part of me inside you. Fuck, baby! I want it so bad.”

“St–“

“You take me so good–so fuckin’ deep–gonna breed your pretty cunt like you deserve, yeah? Get you pregnant. You want me to fill you up, get you–ah–so full of my fucking cum?”

You could hardly respond. The way he rambled desperately dirty things across your face as he fucked into you hard, it made you completely unable to form words. You grabbed onto his hair, pulling on his luscious locks trying to tell him you wanted it.

Wanted everything he was saying.

Wanted to feel him release his hot cum.

Wanted to feel his baby live inside you.

“C’mon baby,” he panted, “tell me. Let me hear how much you want it too, I know you do, know you’re fucking desperate for me to fuck a baby into you.”

Tears brimmed in your eyes, air caught in your throat – he wouldn’t do it until you said the words, encouragement was always the thing that pushed him over the edge.

“St–ah–ummmf.” You were really trying.

It was Steve’s turn to give you that look you gave him earlier, the one like he felt sorry for you for how wrecked you were. As if it wasn’t all his fault.

You pulled harder on his hair with one hand, the other dug into the back of his neck, it hurt him, you knew it did, you didn’t care, neither did he.

With your tight grip, you pressed his face right against yours. Your sweaty foreheads colliding hard, his nose jabbing into your eye, his hot mouth against yours.

You finally spoke, “yes–ugh–I want it. C–um in me, breed me–ah Steve–just do it.”

His lips latched to your top lip as your mouth hung open, drooling over his chin as he gave you a few more thrusts hard and deep.

“Atta girl.”

His cock throbbed inside you and you were clenching so hard every time he hit that spot. It all made him feel so much bigger than normal, you were so damn full.

You felt his warmth pulse through you as Steve came.

“Take it, yeah just like that.” His pace never stopped as he worked his cum into you.

The feeling of him made your orgasm so close, you were fluttering around him, aching thighs shaking even as he held them pressed between you.

“Fuckin’ milk me baby, want you to take it all.”

You hiccuped pathetically, “yes!”

“Gonna be such a pretty mommy. Gonna get this belly so fucking full.”

Steve was clearly spent, breathing hard, face red and slick with sweat – but he didn’t let up.

“I got you baby.” He reached between your bodies to find your swollen clit with the roughness of his finger. You cried out in pleasure as he circled over it with speed.

“Steve… please–ah uugh.”

Steve felt the way to started fluttering around him again, it was almost enough to make him cum again. “Squeeze me so good baby, cum for me, wanna feel it – please.” There was a slight uptick in the pitch of Steve’s voice at the end of his words that pierced in your ear and ricocheted down to your core.

You grabbed another mean fist full of his hair as you came around him.

“That’s it–fuck–” he groaned, feeling your wetness mix with his.

The pressure felt almost too much, his cock stuffed inside you, his finger still working your throbbing clit, his chest hard on top of you, his mouth gaping over yours. Completely surrounded, invaded, by him.

He slowly came to a stop. Both of you still pulsing against each other wherever you connected. Your hard grip on his hair morphed into gentle scratches in his scalp. Steve's hands stroked your thighs as a dull ache started to spread through them.

You stayed like that for an unmeasurable amount of time just listening to each other's breathing return to normal. Well, as normal as it could be when he still felt so thick inside your cunt.

Steve’s lips finally closed together, pecking yours in the most chaste way, like he hadn’t just fucked your soul out your body. He gave you a bit of space, enough so that you could flop your limp legs to the mattress with a thud.

He slowly pulled out of you, the mixture of your releases spilling out with him. As if trying to patch a hole in the hull of a sinking ship, Steve’s hands immediately covered your leaking pussy. You gasped at the shock of it, you were so sensitive.

“Gotta make sure it takes,” Steve said almost clinically.

He gathered up the wetness around you and stuffed it into your hole with two of his thick fingers. Your back arched instantly off the mattress.

“Steve…too much.”

“You can take it baby, keep it all in that pretty pussy. Do it for me? You’re so good to me, such a good girl.” He dipped down to place a comforting kiss to your hip.

Steve was working almost scientifically between your legs in an attempt to keep as much of his cum inside you as he could. You were writhing beneath him. His fingers dipped in and out, collecting, stuffing. You were so sensitive, twitching at every movement.

Fresh arousal was building within Steve from the sights, the feel, the sounds, the smell, of in between your legs.

“Such a pretty pussy, even prettier when it’s full of my cum.” You couldn’t quite tell if he was talking to you or to himself.

You screwed your eyes shut, listening to the wet sounds of Steve’s fingers dragging inside you and his heavy breaths. He then started moaning louder, more wet sounds joined the obscene symphony.

You just about managed to lift your head and look down the bed at Steve to see him jerking himself off with one hand, while the other worked on you. You gasped at the sight. He looked so engrossed in his own world, where all that mattered was keeping his cum inside you.

“Steve,” you drew his attention up to your face.

He whimpered as your eyes connected.

“Baby…” he sighed. “I’m gonna–shit–I’m gonna fucking cum again, you look to fucking good full of my cum.”

His hand on you had stilled, resting his wet fingers on the inside of your thigh. His other hand sped up as he fucked his fist, desperately close to another release.

You involuntarily spread your legs. Sitting up on your elbows, you spoke to him in a sweet and encouraging voice that was scratchy around the edges. “Give it to me Steve.”

Your breathing picked up again, the ache between your legs being replaced with a different kind as arousal flooded your body once again. You reached your hand between your legs and rubbed at your clit. You and Steve watched each other build up that glorious tension in your bodies again.

“Get my cum on your fingers, yeah, yeah, just like that, and fuck your fingers baby–fuck–you’re so sexy. Fuck my cum into your–ugh–needy pussy, get it all full.”

You did everything Steve said, your eyes fixed on how his body reacted to the sight of you. He started thrusting his hips into his hand.

“Oh Steve!” You gasped. “Your cum–ummm–feels so good inside me–ugh.”

“You want more?”

“Always, wanna feel you in there for days, fuck a baby into me–ah–please.”

Steve was already cumming over his hand when he pushed his fat tip into you. You carried on playing with your sensitive clit. You followed his lead and came over his pulsing head. Steve fucked into your tired hole with just his tip, knowing you were sensitive. What he couldn’t fit inside you, he continued to stroke with his hand as he spilled into you again. Your hand dropped to the mattress, your body completely limp.

With a final, firm push, Steve buried his entire thick length into you to force his cum in further. He held it there for a moment as you cried out a yelp in a mixture of pleasure and pain. A single tear spilled from your eye, rolling down your cheek to the pillow.

Steve pulled out and collapsed back towards the end of the bed, the opposite way from you.

“Holy shit,” you heard him mumble through the ringing in your ears. He sounded so far away.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Come up here.”

It took him a while to gain the energy, but Steve made his way up the bed to lay next to you. On his way, he gently reached behind you to unhook your bra, and pulled your crumpled skirt off your body. He placed a warm and wet kiss to your temple, tasting the sweat on your skin.

“I love you,” he whispered against it.

You melted into his warm words. “I love you too.”

He scooped you into his chest, your head resting on his patch of matted hair. Your legs entwined together. Steve rubbed comforting circles on your back as you did the same over his pecks.

“Are you okay?” He asked softly after a few minutes of silence.

You tilted your head up to look at him, he had a slightly worried look on his face, like he was scared he'd taken it too far.

“More than okay,” you smiled. “I’ve never felt better.”

A wide grin grew on his face. “Me too.”

“I mean, I’m sore and tired, and maybe a little hungry but–“

Steve kissed your forehead. “Hm hungry? That’s a good sign.”

You looked at him confused.

“You know, isn’t that like, a pregnant thing?”

“Steve,” you laughed. “It doesn’t work that quick.”

“I don’t know… the way we were doing it, I think it’s possible.” He shrugged. “And maybe I have like, super sperm that works really fast, you know.”

You scoffed at him in a laugh that turned into an embarrassing snort that Steve found oh so cute. “Of course you–” you poked his chest, “–would think you had the most powerful cum in the world.”

“Well, you seem to really like it.” He wiggled his brow at you.

“Yeah.” You lifted your hand up to cup his pretty cheek. “I do.”

AN: I’m also having so much fun getting into making little collages for fics! Tehe