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that’s why he was skimming through the newspaper you had folded up on your nightstand. he didn’t care for much inside of it, nothing more than the sports updates and the occasional graphics section. he’d even picked up a magazine sitting there, too, though that wasn’t as enticing. you could hear him push off your bed after a while, feet shuffling against your carpet as he begins to wander around your room.

steve’s been inside many times. he wasn’t unfamiliar with the room, however, he normally had his focus drawn to you. he made a promise today to let you study. he was never one to deny your puppy dog eyes and your little pout. your nightstand was where he went first, gently grabbing ahold of your jewelry box. his fingers were gentle with the way he held the necklace he’d gifted you just a few months before. a smile crept up at the sight, before closing it back up and carefully setting it back down. he noticed a poster on your wall he hadn’t seen before. he even thumbed through some of your records, recognizing a few that you’ve played for him.

you were so focused on your homework that you hadn’t realized he was approaching your nightstand again. he moved right past the magazines and went straight for your top drawer. sitting right there, freshly charged, was your vibrator. you didn’t even hear the way he sucked in a shaky breath. he cradled it in his hands, curiously looking at it until he found the power switch. it wasn’t until he turned it on, the gentle humming of the toy echoing through your room, that your head lifted from your desk. you spun your chair around in an instant, eyes wide as you stare over at him. all you words got caught in your throat then.

it wasn’t like you were hiding it, it’s always been sitting there in your drawer. you were simply just embarrassed, sinking into your chair like you been caught with something you shouldn’t have. he turned it off when he looked back up at you, suppressing a smile. he waved it around a little, as if he was taunting you. the look on his face was nothing but smug. he thought this was amusing.

“fancy,” steve says, breaking the silence. “when did ya get it?”

“um,” you sputter out. despite no judgment from him, you get the need to explain yourself. “a month ago, maybe two. i only really use it when you’re not around.”

“can you show me how you use it?” his question knocked all the air out of your lungs.

you weren’t sure if he was being purposely ignorant to tease you, or if he truly wanted you to show him. either way, you stared up at him with a slack jaw, attempting to think of how to respond. your head turned back to your unfinished work. you reckoned you could abandon it for a while, you only had a few questions left. still, the slight embarrassing stayed settled in your chest, and you found yourself trying to retreat.

“i dunno,” you mumble, eyes barely meeting his again. “i’ve still got some homework to do.”

“it’s not going anywhere, honey,” he tells you.

steve finally starts to walk over to you, bending at the waist so his face was level with yours. with the vibrator still in hand, he uses the other to find the side of your face, fingers gently tucking your hair behind your ear. this is the first good look at you he’s got in the past hour.

“it’ll be fun,” he insists.

that smug smirk of his found its way to his face when you reluctantly nodded. he helped you up off your chair, guiding you over to your bed where he was once silently seated. you ended up sat between his legs, back pressed against his chest, one of his thick arms wrapped around your waist securely. his lips brushed against your ear, warm breath fanning against your skin. he’d hardly done anything and you were already squirming against him.

“is this how you do it, honey?” he whispers, guiding your thighs apart, letting them rest on his. “spread open like this?”

“yeah, just like this,” you breath out.

steve let you hold the vibrator, his own fingers dancing against the now bare skin of your inner thigh. they never quite reach high enough to find your slick heat, though you figured they wouldn’t today. not with where his head was at. he tilted your hips up just a little, enough for him to get a better look at your pussy.

“go on and show me, honey, exactly how you do it when i’m not here.”

letting out a quiet whimper, you slip your fingers down to your pussy, feeling through your wetness. you slowly open your folds, exposing your clit just enough to the cool air. that’s when you turned your vibrator on to the lowest setting, before gently pressing it to your clit. despite doing this several times before, your body still reacts with a jolt, thighs tensing up under his touch.

you try and hold in a soft moan at the feeling, though your mouth betrays you. his arm was still firm around your body, though his fingers began dancing up your shirt to feel your bare skin. he watches the way you slowly circle your clit with the vibrator intently.

“do you ever set it higher?” he asks as he nudges your head to the side.

his lips find your neck in a warm, wet kiss that makes you lose your train of thought. your eyelashes flutter against your cheek as you rock against the vibrator a little. he notices, lips trailing up to kiss your jawline, teeth grazing your skin.

“not immediately,” you confirm shakily. “just when i need more.”

one of steve’s hands meets the vibrator, replacing yours in an instant. he circled your clit just like you had, just moments before he turns it up a setting. the choked moan you let out was enough to tell him that he was right, that you did need more. his lips, still kissing up towards your cheek, were now smiling against your skin. it was few and far between you reacted this way during sex, so geared up and twitchy. days you were particularly pent up and needy was when he saw it most, though he found this may be the exception.

he mirrored you again, rubbing the vibrator against your clit just how you like it. you brought a hand up behind you until it found the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair, grounding yourself in the moment. it didn’t take long for you to start rocking against the vibrator again.

“so beautiful,” steve mumbles into your hair. “doin so good baby.”

all you could do was whine, back arching off of his body, becoming a little restless. before you knew it, the setting was turned up another notch as steve angles the vibrator perfectly against you clit. you hissed out, your other hand reaching to claw at the forearm wrapped around you. you knew then you were a goner, the intensity hitting you like a train. your orgasm never creeps up on you like this, never when you were alone. the blame was solely on the man behind you, his broad chest holding you upright.

“oh god,” you moan, head falling back against his shoulder as you began to warn him. “gonna cum!”

“go ahead honey, show me how good ‘s makin’ you feel,” he urges. “takin’ it so well.”

your eyes screw shut the moment it hits you, having no choice but to take it as he holds you still against him. he could hardly focus on the way the fat of your ass was rubbing against his clothed cock when you were falling apart in front of him. your moans were particularly loud, punching its way out of your throat as you begin to shake.

“too much!” you squeal out in a weak voice, just as suddenly as the overstimulation started to hit. he pulled away in just enough time, switching off the vibrator and setting it to the side. your thighs fell together on instinct, rubbing against each other. steve couldn’t pull his eyes off of you, wide and ecstatic. he wasn’t sure he’s seen you come like that in a while.

you could hear his little praises whispered into your ear, eyes finally opening back up. you loosen the grip on his arm, though your fingers still stay at his head, smoothing down his hair into you reach the back of his neck to his little baby hairs. that’s when you noticed the goosebumps that formed on his skin, and you wondered if it was from watching you come undone like that.

“you feelin’ okay?” he whispers out, to which you nod quickly.

“perfect,” you tell him. he pauses briefly as he thinks.

“do you usually finish this fast?” he questions, pressing small kisses against the side of your head.

“no,” you admit. “but i never have you with me.”

steve let’s out a low chuckle at your words. his hand was rubbing up and down your side soothingly as you finally catch your breath against him. you tilted your head to the side just enough to kiss his neck, soft and appreciative.

“we’ll have to use it again, yeah?” he asked expectantly. now it was your turn to smirk.

what stole your attention from the feeling was a stroller that was sat at an occupied table. the baby girl was curiously looking at all of the people around her, her bright eyes found yours, her gummy smile making your chest tighten. steve looked over right as you smiled back, wiggling your fingers at her. you could faintly hear her giggles through the chattering of the building. her feet kicked out in excitement at your kindness. steve was dizzy.

he was always certain he wanted kids. having them with you was his dream. despite being married for around a year now, you two were waiting for the right time to start trying. you were waiting for that pin drop, that ache in the chest you couldn't quite shake. the stars seemed to align then for him, just like he knew they would. there wasn't a doubt in his mind that he was ready to have kids.

"you're always so good with kids," steve whispers into your ear. he tugs you closer as you take a few steps forward in line. when you turned your head to take a look at him, he had the same kind of pleading eyes you wore earlier. now it was your turn to become lightheaded. how could you not be when his fingers were dancing up your waist? your lips met his in a gentle kiss, just moments before stepping up to the counter to order.

you noticed, a few weeks after his comment at the coffee shop, that steve seemed to draw more attention torwards having kids. subtle was never a word you'd use to describe him, though this was next level obvious, even for him. you were searching a costume store for something to wear for halloween, something he always insisted on doing with you. every year, without fail, you've done a couples costume. and, as corny as you thought it was, you found it even more endearing.

out of the corner of your eye, you saw the way he slowed his footsteps, eyes falling on a section you'd never thought about stopping at. you rounded back to him, your own eyes falling on exactly what caught his eye. it was a pumpkin costume, sat right alongside a few other baby costumes. you saw that same twinkle in his eye as before. biting back a smile, you grab ahold of his bicep, giving his muscle a gentle squeeze.

“that might be a little too small for you, sweetheart,” you comment quietly. he let out a short, breathy laugh, somehow prying his eyes away so he could look at you. steve’s lips brush against your hairline, pressing a gentle kiss there. you could feel the faint outline of his smile.

“i could make it work.”

whether he realizes it or not, that yearn steve has to have kids shines through during sex. you could see it in the way his hot breath stuttered against your bare back, lips just grazing your shoulder blade. his fingertips dug into your hip to ground himself in the moment. his hips halted it’s slow drag against the swell of your ass, just to pull away and tug off his boxers. glancing past your shoulder, you could see the crease between his eyebrows deepening. his hands felt heavy reaching over to his nightstand to unwrap a condom.

part of you wanted to speak up, whisper that it was okay. that he didn’t need to wear one. that you were ready. he was back on top of you before you could form any coherent words, weight pressing against you, thick arms wrapping around your waist to keep you up and steady. he made sure you couldn’t get anything but his name out for the rest of the night.

the tipping point, for you, was in late november. you were sat on your knees, the hardwood floor digging into your bare skin. you were wrapping up a birthday gift for steve’s little cousin who was about to turn 5. it was a small lego set you knew the kid would love to build. steve found his way into the living room sometime while you were wrapping and decided to sit next to you on the floor. despite your focus being on the toy, his was on you. hazel eyes gazed at your concentrated expression, not caring if you noticed. he had a habit of doing this.

“what’s on your mind, hon?” you ask in a soft tone. even if you didn’t look over, you knew he was staring. you could feel his thoughts ready to burst out of his mouth.

“nothing,” he shrugs, voice just above a whisper. “just always liked the idea of helping kiddos build legos. it seems fun.”

“do you want a set for yourself for christmas?” you ask, lips quirking up into a smile. he lets out a scoff, though not mean.

“‘s not the same.”

it felt cruel dragging him along much longer, despite his refusal to just admit he was ready to have kids. later that week, after you attended the party and watched the excitement his cousin had at the sight of the gift, you found yourself in search of another lego set. it was simple, a starter pack, a few little lego people to go with it, but it was enough.

you promised each other you’d only buy five gifts this year, no more. steve always felt the need to shower you in gifts, and you, even after you thought you were done, would always find something extra you couldn’t resist giving him. it was beginning to be absurd. you reckoned, however, one small sixth gift wouldn’t hurt.

you wrapped it in simple red and green paper, a neat gold bow tied right around it. and, despite steve’s grumpiness when you handed it to him just a few short days before christmas, his eyes were round with adoration at your wrapping job. it was hard to stay upset with you, though, not when you were looking at him so excitedly. when he gave in and unwrapped the gift, his mind seemed to stall. his perfect lips parted as he stares, fingers grasping ahold of the box, tracing the length of it.

“sweetheart,” steve started cautiously. he was trying his hardest not to come off as ungrateful or harsh. “it’s nice, but i really did mean what i said.”

“i know,” you nodded, a smile creeping up on your face. when he turned his head to look at you, lips still parted, it still hadn’t quite hit him.

“it’s for when you do have someone to build it with,” you urged. “ya know, when the time comes.”

“are you pregnant?” his eyes grow wide, hand flying up to grab your elbow with care. you giggle at his suddenness, eyes staring at him through your eyelashes.

“no, i’m not pregnant,” you shake your head.

“oh.”

you could see the disappointment starting to settle in his face, despite him fighting it. there was no need to make you feel bad for something you couldn’t control. for something you both were actively preventing. when his eyes flickered between the lego set and you once more, it began to settle. his head found where yours had been this entire time. the look on your face as you waited patiently for him to catch on was now unmistakable.

“we’re doing this?” steve asked, eyes finding its light again.

“yeah, we’re doing this,” you confirm, smile widening.

that’s how you ended up beneath him, fingers desperately tugging at the hem of his old, loose shirt. he pried his lips off yours just to let you tug it off. heat radiated off of him and sunk into your skin, much like the grip his fingers had on you hip as he tilted it upwards just slightly. he slipped your little shorts off swiftly, like many times before, leaving you in the cutest pair of panties you knew he loved. as excited as he was, his touch didn’t feel rushed. he always found it in himself to slow down, even for just a second.

steve’s thumb pressed right against your core, feeling the stickiness of your arousal begin to form against the cotton. he pushed in just enough for you to feel the tip of his thumb prod against your opening. he engulfed your quiet gasp with his lips when he inevitably traveled up to your clit. he eased your eagerness by rubbing a small circle against it, welcoming the way your hips tilt to meet his touch. it was bordering teasing the way he was touching you. small circles, just the gentlest of pressure, lips slowing down to contrast how he was kissing you before.

he could tell by the way your nails dug into his freckled shoulder you were getting restless, needy. he gave in to your need, moving to tug off your shirt, thumb abandoning your desperate heat. it wasn’t long before your soaked panties we’re abandoned with the rest of your clothes, fluttering down to rest on top of his shirt. his large hands gently spread your thighs apart.

“so perfect,” he mumbled, settling himself between your legs.

steve’s lips met your clit in tender kiss, one that sent chills up your spine. he placed another kiss just below your clit. it was one after another through your folds until he met your dripping hole, placing a kiss there, too. his warm tongue began collecting your arousal, licking gently, before smoothing up until he met your clit again. his thick fingers were dancing against the bare skin of your thighs as he began working at your clit. careful kisses and small, precise swirls of his tongue were what drew out your whimpers.

your fingers moved down to dance against his forehead, pushing his perfect hair out of his eyes. he seemed concentrated regardless, that little line between his eyebrows visible. when you began scratching at his scalp, hips tilting up again to meet his mouth, his big brown eyes finally drew up to your face. his lips wrapped around your clit in an instant, sucking softly, just how you like it. it was enough for you to rest you hips back down against the bed now that you’d gotten what you were looking for.

you were coming quicker than you could process. his hand found its way to your lower back as it arches off the bed, hole fluttering around nothing. all you could focus on was how his lips felt on your clit, sucking gently, tongue swirling around with ease. your eyes were squeezed shut, fingers tugging tighter against his roots. you let out a desperate moan when he pulled away, though he found a way to sedate your neediness quickly. your eyes opened in enough time to realize his boxers were finally free, one of his large hands stroking his thick length slow and steady.

“gonna take me so good, aren’t you, honey?” he whispers out to you, crawling up your body, face hovering right above yours.

you let out a weak ‘uh-huh’, hands resting against his cheeks, before pulling him into a kiss. your legs parted further to welcome his body, soft thighs pressed against his hips. steve’s tender kisses and his soothing touches were never enough to prepare you for how thick his cock is. it was always a big stretch, dizzying you even in the slowest of movements. he cradled your hip, thumb swiping against your skin, grounding you in the moment as he finally pushes himself all the way in.

his thrusts were slow at first, pulling out only halfway before his cock settled deep inside of you again. it was the only way you could truly get used to the feeling of him inside of you. still, he was coaxing moans out of you, swallowing them up with every kiss he gave to your lips. once it became easier for you to take him, you knew you were a goner. his lips moved to your jawline, hands adjusting your thighs just slightly to give himself better access. his rhythm steadily got faster, beginning to press a little harder inside of you.

“so beautiful,” he mumbles against your hot skin, lips pressing wet kisses to your neck. “can’t even imagine how beautiful you’ll be as a mom.”

his words took your breath away, though the way his cock was pushing inside of you wasn’t helping you all too much. you hadn’t quite realized how ready you were to have kids until now. steve’s hand found its way back to your clit, rubbing in tandem with his thrusts. his eyes fell down your body, flickering between the way your round tits bounced and the slick connection further below it. the coarse hair on his tummy was covered in your arousal.

you were close, and he could feel it. he could feel it in the way you clenched down on his cock and how you held onto him tighter. your eyes were falling closed, too, hardly able to look up at him when his eyes finally found yours. already so sensitive from your first orgasm, it was no surprise your second came barreling towards you.

“cum for me honey,” steve nods. “can feel her begging for it.”

a broken moan left your mouth at his words. with your tear brimmed eyes still on his, you came around his cock. it hit you harder than expected, thighs shaking around his body, letting it all wash over you. you were savoring every last moment of tonight. steve kept going through your orgasm, cock piercing you at a pace you couldn’t keep steady even if you tried. thankfully, he had ahold of you, letting you take everything he had to give without having to move a muscle.

“tell me you want my cum,” he breathes out. “please, need to hear it.”

“wan’you to cum inside me,” you moan, embarrassment creeping up on you at how dirty it sounded coming out of your mouth. “wanna have your kids more than anything.”

his hips were snapping into yours, chasing a release he knew would hit him soon, especially with how beautiful you looked underneath him. he swore there was something different with how you looked tonight. the dim lights were hitting the thin layer of sweat on you just right, perhaps, or he was simply awestruck that you were finally doing this.

“you’re gonna be such a good daddy,” you praise between whines.

steve’s orgasm was instantaneous. his face fell to the crook of your neck, a few high pitched moans slipping from his mouth you’ve only heard from him a few times before. something once stemming from overstimulation seemed to release from him at your words. he was rutting into you now as he fills you to the brim with his cum, punching it into you deeper with each movement. he slowed to a stop when his brain finally caught up, feeling the way one of your hands was stroking the back of his head, the other clinging to him for dear life.

he knew you were sensitive, he could see it in the way your eyebrows knitted together when he finally pried his head out of you neck, your forehead creasing as you try to even your breathing. your nails were digging right into his arm as he pulled out, chests moving against each other, hot air mixing together. you could feel the way his thick cum began pooling out of your pussy. before it dribbled down too far, two of steve’s fingers scooped it right up, gently pushing it right back inside of you. you sucked in a deep breath as his fingers dove deep inside you. his forehead fell to yours, eyes never leaving each other. you could still see, however, the deep blush that was permanently settled on his face.

“i know,” he whispered shakily. “i know sweetheart, just gotta take it, okay? gotta make sure it sticks.”

you nodded, sharp whines falling from your lips with every short stroke of his fingers, eyes pleading up at him. what you were pleading for, you weren’t too sure. a break, a kiss, more of his cum, just something to ease the electricity under your skin. you found yourself rocking against his fingers regardless. an airy chuckle fell from his lips.

“needy girl,” he mumbled, giving in and letting you lazily chase your third high. he gave you the sweetest of praises even after you came again.