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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.

“No,” you lied, pretending to pay close attention to the vinyl spinning across from you, “Yes. What’s taking Murray so long?” 

Steve answered with a shrug, glancing around the booth the two of you were currently holed up in. “You’re just like Robin. So antsy.” 

“Well, Robin is currently having a fancy dinner with her girlfriend, while I'm stuck in a stuffy booth with my boyfriend waiting for a psychotic man to smuggle us in intel.” You huffed, body slumping in the chair. “We haven’t been on a date in ages.” 

Your boyfriend’s face softened, pushing himself off the shelf to stalk towards you. “Baby-“ 

“And I know it’s selfish of me to be saying that when the world is basically ending, but-ugh.” You cut yourself off with a groan, watching as he held his hand out for you to grab. You folded your hand in his, letting him spin you out of the chair, pulling your body taut to his. 

“It’s not selfish.” He swore, smiling as your hands wrapped around his neck. The gentle sound of Kim Carnes playing in the background. “Come on, dance with me. We can have our own date here.” 

You didn’t even have time to protest, Steve taking your body against his swaying messily to the music. 

“Okay, okay.” You giggled, doing your best to keep up with each time he tried to spin you in the tiny room. At one point, he kept you latched to his side, leaning over to push the volume control button up. A wide smirk on his face before he spun you around again. Both of your smiles were wide, lost in the joy that radiated off of each other. 

“She’s got Bette Davis eyes.” Steve sang off-key, pulling you back from a spin. His front pressed against your back, the two of you swaying along as the song ended. Both of you are out of breath, bodies wracked with giggles. A sweet reprieve of love, one that neither of you realized you needed. 

“I love you.” He whispered your name, his warm breath against your ear making your body shiver. His hands still gripping your jean-clad hips. 

“I love you. Missed this.” You whispered, feeling his lips trail down your ear, pressing open-mouthed kisses against the skin of your neck. This was something else the end of the world didn’t allocate time for; Steve and you rarely got a moment alone. You loved Robin, but if you weren’t so thankful, she and Vicki finally got together, so it meant you two had a night alone. 

His hands reached up your shirt, cupping your breasts through your bra roughly. You were so caught up in his hands, his lips sucking the skin of your neck, you didn’t even realize you were both still very much at the station. 

“Baby.” You whined, pushing pathetically against him. You didn’t want him to stop, but the two of you had to keep the music going. 

“Hmmm?” He hummed against your skin, one of his hands reaching down your stomach, cupping your clothed cunt. Your stomach turned with want, burning with desire. You repeated the pet name, warning him to stop.

“It’s just us in here. I’ll be fast.” He whispered, his hand popping open your jeans. Fingers pressing against the wet patch that had formed against your panties. He pushed his hips against your ass, his hardening cock pressing against you. You could feel your resolve crumbling with each gentle stroke of your clothed heat.

“You have to be fast.” 

“Fuck yes.” He sighed, speeding up the movement of his hands. You were ready to succumb to his ministrations before the silence of the music ending brought you back to reasonable thinking. 

“Wait, we can’t let the music go to dead air. They’ll panic.” You whimpered, trying to think as rationally as you could while Steve’s hands were all over you. The last thing you needed was the entire crawl squad busting in here while your pants were down, literally. 

“Fuck, fuck what’s the longest song we have?” He reluctantly took his hands off you, rushing to the crates in the back. All you could do was hum in thought, your mind running a thousand miles a minute while Steve threw around records, the bulge in his jeans prominent. If you weren’t so wound up, maybe you would’ve giggled at the sight. 

“Fuck uhh Iron Maiden three years ago? They had like a 10-minute song, right?” You offered up, his eyes shining. 

“God, baby, I’m gonna fuck the hell out of you.” He whistled, holding up the vinyl like a championship trophy. “13 minutes and 39 seconds to be exact.” 

Your cheeks flushed at his words, your underwear getting damper by the minute. “Do you think that’s enough time?” 

He scoffed, plopping himself down in the chair. “Look at you asking silly questions. Is 13 minutes enough time to make you come? I could do it in 5. Ridiculous.” He mumbled the last part under his breath, setting the vinyl up quickly. 

You rolled your eyes, still unbelieving that you agreed to this. He shushed you while the on-air light flickered on, the neon lights buzzing. 

“Alright, Hawkins,” Steve’s radio voice echoed through the microphone. “We are setting sail. This next one is on the longer side, but trust me. It’s gonna be worth every single second.” His eyes were on you, while you made a show of pulling the rough fabric of your pants down your hips. 

“Iron Maiden, Rime of the Ancient Mariner, hold on to your sea legs!” And he put the needle down, the on-air light flickering off. The guitar riffs bleeding through his headphones matched the thump of your heart. 

“Gotta make every second count.” You smiled, keeping your shirt on for the sake of emergencies. Steve wasted no time in pulling you to him, your lips meeting with a feverish passion. His tongue explored your mouth while his hands found your hips again. His fingers dancing along your waistline, dipping inside your panties. He swallowed your shocked gasps, his fingertips sinking into your soaked cunt at last. “Oh, baby. You really needed this.” 

All you could do was nod, your head feeling heavy as you leaned against him. He rubbed lazy circles around your clit before he slid two fingers inside you with little resistance. “S-steve.” You stuttered out, keeping an eye on the vinyl grooves. 

“Shhhhh. Don’t focus on that. Gotta get you ready.” He cooed, coaxing more beautiful moans from your lips. Stretching you out as much as he could, given the circumstances. His cock was aching in his jeans, his other hand abandoned your back, fumbling with his zipper. His jeans fell to his knees, his cock sitting large and pretty in his tighty whities you always teased him about. 

Your cunt was clenching around his fingers, desperately needing him. When his fingers pulled out tears almost sprang to your eyes, the emptiness made your head spin. “Turn round, baby.” His saccharine voice spoke. You listened, elbows finding the table, leaning against the control panel. His fingers hooked themselves in your underwear, pulling them to the floor. 

A strangled moan escaped his lips, “Fuck I wish I had time to taste you.” 

“Steve.” You were dripping for him, clenching around nothing while he pulled his cock out. He spat in his hand, rubbing the spit against your entrance. Not like you needed it, but the sensation had your eyes rolling into the back of your head regardless. 

“Don’t worry, baby. I got you. Good girl, just like that, take this cock.” The moment his cock slid in between your lips, you were a goner, your cunt sucking his tip in greedily. With every inch he pushed in, you suckled around him, the sound already obscene. 

When his hips met yours, he let out a pornographic moan. One that you’d keep in your memory for late nights alone. “So fucking tight. Basically squeezing me to death,” He breathed out, “I’m not going nowhere, baby.” He pulled his cock out halfway, admiring his length dripping in your wetness, before slamming back in. Keeping up a steady pace, hitting the deepest spots inside your cunt from this angle. 

“Feel so s’good. Fuck I needed this.” You whimpered out, the faint reflection of the two of you in the glass only spurring you on more. With one hand on your hip, the other cupped the back of your neck, just enough pressure to keep you still. One thing about Steve Harrington was that he knew how to fuck. He knew your body like the back of his hand, and he played it to his advantage every time. 

“I know you did. Letting me fuck you in here. Where anyone could walk in.” He growled, watching your ass ripple with each thrust. You clenched around him at his words, only making a deep laugh escape his chest. 

“Oh, you like that?” He mocked, your head nodding almost instantly. You couldn’t think, you couldn’t breathe. All you could feel was Steve’s cock splitting you apart. 

“Yeah, of course you do, my dirty little slut.” A harsh slap on your ass punctuated his words. This wasn’t making love; this was dirty. A primal fuck that the two of you needed so desperately. 

He wasn’t taking your moans for an answer, continuing as his dirty mind ran rampant with each squelch of your cunt around him. “Say it. Say it or I stop.” 

You could barely hold yourself up with your elbows, desperately trying to make sure you didn’t hit any buttons. “I’m your dirty little slut. Please don’t stop. Please.” 

Tears were pricking your eyes at how fast and deep his movements were, the sound of skin hitting skin drowning out the still-spinning Iron Maiden song in the background. “Not gonna stop. Not until you’re cumming around my cock.” 

A particularly deep thrust hit a spot that had your legs shaking, your body almost falling into the control board. Only stopped by Steve’s arm pulling you up to his chest, the position making him deeper inside you if that was even possible. 

“You don’t want all of Hawkins hearing you cum around me, do you?” He laughed, pressing sloppy kisses to your shoulder. “Or do you?” 

All you could do was nod mindlessly, your high approaching like a freight train. “I bet you’d love that, huh? Do you want me to turn the mic on? Let everyone hear how good I fuck you?” 

All you could do was wail, “Steve, Steve, I’m gonna cum.” 

“Yeah, you are.” He grunted, his hand reaching down to rub lazy circles on your swollen clit. “Should we let everyone hear how I make this pussy cream? How only I can make you feel this good?” 

That was all it took for you to fall pliant in his arms, your cunt spasming around him. Your vision went dark, legs shaking as the euphoria washed over every nerve in your body. 

When you came to Steve’s hips were stuttering, his own high approaching. He was whispering small praises into your ears, hands holding your body close to his. “That’s my girl. Did so well for me. Gonna make me come, huh? Love you.” 

“Want it so bad.” You sobbed, your nails digging into his forearms while he stilled, cock twitching, his release deep inside you. Steve’s head shoved deep into the crook of your neck, grunting your name over and over. 

The booth was hot, the air humid and sticky with sex. The vinyl crackling next to you two, the song almost over. 

“And you thought 13 minutes wasn’t enough.” Steve laughed, sweat dripping off his brow and onto your own slicked skin. The two of you were a mess. The booth's glass is foggy at the bottom. 

He pressed a soft kiss to your head before slipping his length out of you, hissing at the friction. His cum dribbled out of you, dripping down your inner thighs, making his over-sensitive cock twitch. “Stop ogling me and get me a towel.” You whined, snapping him out of his boyish haze. 

He rifled through your bag using a wet wipe to clean you up, pulling your underwear and pants up for you while you were on shaky legs. You left your pants unbuttoned, content to plop down in the chair. Watching as Steve fumbled around for his own pants. A record scratch brought you out of your own ogling, switching over to another song. Unbothered with an intro this time. 

“I’ll get us some water. Are you okay? I wasn’t too rough, was I?” Steve was still out of breath, leaning down to press soft kisses to your lips. You shook your head, a wicked grin on your lips.

“Not at all, baby. Though I didn’t know you were so into the idea of Hawkins hearing you split me open.” 

His cheeks flushed, opening the door to the booth. “Shut up. You loved it.” 

Your giggles wafted through the building as he walked into the kitchenette to retrieve cold water for the two of you. The moment Steve tossed the chilled bottle to you, you were chugging it down. 

“I love you, sweet girl.” He smiled, smoothing down your frizzy hair for you. “Maybe if we get a break from sudden death, I’ll take you to a nice dinner. How’s that?” 

Nodding, you leaned into his touch, kissing his hand. “Sounds like a plan, Harrington.” 

Your eyes were booting into his; there was no one else you’d rather face death with than him. These last few years have brought the two of you closer with every obstacle. 

“Yoo hoo!” A loud voice yelled, the front door of the station banging open with a thud. The two of you jumped up, both still disheveled. “I’ve been waiting outside for like five minutes.” Murray was standing there, eyes already narrowing in on you two. If it wasn’t your appearance, or the sheer smell alone, then your completely unbuttoned pants would have given light to what the two of you had been doing while he waited outside. 

Steve was about to speak, getting cut off by Murray’s pointed laugh. “Oh my god. You disgusting kids.” He spoke, nothing but humor in his words. “Meet me outside in a few, and I'll hand over everything. Wash your hands.” He pointed at Steve while you turned around to button your pants back up. Steve was red in the face, holding his hands out like they were poisoned. 

“He has a point.” You broke the awkward silence that had been hanging since the door closed.