♡ Steve Harrington can't concentrate when you wear that dress ♡
Summary: After the downfall of Hawkins, everything had gone back to normal. Or, whatever normal is. Steve is a baseball coach, teaching the kids how to do a good hit when he catches you wearing a dress so fitting for the summer weather, but so revealing. He can't concentrate with you around.
Steve Harrington X F!Reader
Warnings: Husband & Wife, Smut (18+, unprotected sex, breeding, dom!Steve, sort of public sex) Scars, loving, obsessed with you as he should be.
Steve was heavily focused on the kids, practising their swings, even though half of them almost hit him in the face. He doesn't care, though, as he loves the kids so dearly, like they're his own.
You saw it. It made you weak in the knees.
The recurring thought of him being so fatherly to his students made you want to have some of your own kids. The pair of you hadn't had that talk yet, but you both knew it was something you wanted in the future.
When you used to dream about your future together back in high school, he would always tell you he wanted six. You used to laugh, thinking he was ridiculous, but six little Steves running around wouldn't be such a bad idea after all. They'd have his hair and sweet smile, and if there were any boys you knew, he'd teach you his King Steve ways, even if it was stupid.
Steve wiped his forehead as he took off his cap; the sweat was dripping down his face. It was hot today. You had the day off work, giving you the chance to watch him teach and play baseball with the kids, which was one of your favourite things to do when you had no plans.
You couldn't handle the heat, though. You like to cover up due to your scars from the last battle of Hawkins, the ones the demodogs gave you when trying to help fight them off. They made you feel weak, but Steve saw it as beautiful. A treasure. He hated that you hid them, but understood your reasoning.
Steve would always kiss your scars in the shower, during sex. Even if you were just getting changed. He worshipped you no matter what.
It was too hot to cover up today. You decided to fight the anxiety building up in your mind and choose a summer dress. It was cute. Steve would like it. The floral flowers; all colourful and bright with the low-cut neck, showing off the scars.
Modest, but cute.
You sat amongst a small crowd on the bleachers. Your hands tugged under your thighs as you watched all the kids line up for a try at batting. Steve clapped his hands as he stood ahead of them, throwing the ball to each of them and giving them some feedback.
It was mainly the moms of the kids sitting around you, some dads too, as they conversed, talking about how good their kids have gotten with Steve's help. They had a big game next week, and Steve was buzzing about it.
A couple of moms cheered as their sons hit the ball hard, earning applause from Steve himself. You clapped with them, mainly at Steve for doing such a good job.
His head turned towards you.
His smile was so bright at the kids' achievements, but he didn't recognise you for a second. His eyes lit up as he clapped, turning his head back.
You sensed the change in his motion as soon as he stopped clapping, slowly turning his head back towards you with his mouth gaping. He lingered— his eyes roaming your face as he traced the outline of the dress you decided on wearing for the first time in a while, stopping directly on your chest.
Your cheeks warmed, burning up from his stares. His hands were in the air, hanging loose from clapping. He was stunned.
You lifted your hand, giving him a subtle wave as you smiled.
His cheeks lifted, smirking at the sight ahead of him. You had no clue what was going on in his head, but he was battling thoughts that circled his mind.
Dirty.
Sweet.
Proudness.
As soon as he saw you, the thought of baseball left his mind, and he was focused on you. All of you. Those scars were a symbol of you fighting a war so heavy, and how you won, how you both won. He was so proud of you, and even more so that you were showing them off in a dress that was driving him insane.
The kids wined, trying to catch his attention. He gulped and looked back at the kids, apologising as he gave you a couple of looks before continuing to throw the ball.
Your eyebrows creased, confused as the change of Steves motion but didn't think much of it.
He wasn't very focused for the remainder of the session. His throws were slack; he kept craning his neck to look at you, and his body was rigid. Something was bothering him. He was sweating more, deciding to take the cap off entirely and throw it aside, pushing his hair back with his hand.
As soon as the session ended, you made your way down the steps and across the field to help him pack away. He waved the kids goodbye, greeting their parents as he noticed you make your way over.
Your hands clamped together below your waist, smiling so brightly as he returned the gesture.
"Hello my love," He rested his hands on his hips, eyeing you.
"What's gotten into your game today?" You asked, swinging on your heels as you watched trickles of sweat run down his neck.
Steve lifted a hand, scratching the back of his head. "I wasn't entirely with it. Something was distracting me," He said, reaching down to grab a towel and wipe his face and neck, catching those driplets before they reached his polo shirt.
You let out small laugh. "I could tell, your throws were terrible."
He smirked. "Oh yeah? You're the one to blame."
"Am I now?"
Steve nodded, stepping closer to you. "Damn right," he said, his eyes dropping to my chest. "You're wearing a dress."
You bit your lip, crossing your arms against your chest, forgetting that you had decided to step out of your comfort zone for once. "It was really hot today."
"You look gorgeous. You should wear them more often," Steve stood in front of you now, reaching his arms around your body to embrace you, even though he was drenched in sweat.
You didn't mind. It kind of turned you on.
His hand wrapped against your hair, inhaling your shampoo scent that drove him crazy. "You don't understand how much you got into my head, sweetheart. I couldn't stop staring at you the whole session," He whispered into your ear.
Your knees buckled slightly at his hot breath, knowing it was one of your weaknesses. His hands tightened around your body, keeping you steady.
"Your skin is so beautiful. This dress—," He paused, groaning slightly. "This dress is so sexy."
"Steve—." You whimpered.
You were lucky that everyone had left, and it was just the two of you left on the playing field. He let out a low chuckle, pulling back to stare at you, completely mesmerised that you were his wife.
He stepped back. "Come help me put these away in the gym." He indicated towards the bats and balls. You gulped, nodding your head, knowing he had got you flustered from a few simple words.
If he carried on, he could have made you cum right there on the spot, and he knows it.
You both carried the equipment into the school and placed it in its designated spots in the gym closet.
"What do you fancy for—."
Steve cut you off with a pure, hungry kiss. His lips tasting the sweet cherry lip balm you always used, groaning with satisfaction.
He pressed you back against the shelves, the equipment rattling at the impact. Your hands rested on his shoulders as he pressed his tongue to your lips, asking for permission.
"Steve," You managed to sneak out in between kisses. "We can't do it here. What if someone sees us?"
He pulled back, hunger filling his eyes. "Everyone's gone. It's just us."
His lips trailed down to your neck. Your eyes shut as you let out small pants at the tingling feeling it left you. The thought of doing it in his workplace did, in fact, turn you on more, but you couldn't help but have that fear of someone catching you.
You pushed against him slightly. "Are you sure?" Your eyes pleading.
He licked his lips, his eyes travelling all over you as his chest rose in heavy breaths. He stepped back towards the closet door and pulled it shut. Steve knew that no one else was here at this time.
Only he was.
And all he wanted to do was devour you in that fucking dress.
"Sweetheart," He soothed. "It's just me and you, I promise." He affirmed as he reached you again, his hands softly travelling across the material of your dress.
You bit your lip, scanning his eyes. He was so goddamn beautiful, and all you wanted to do was jump on him.
"Now, are you going to let me taste you? I deserve it after you tortured me in front of everyone," His thumb caressed your bare leg, lifting the hem of your dress just slightly.
You smiled helplessly. "I didn't mean to."
"Are you sure?" He began to lift the dress more. "You sure you didn't purposely put this dress on to throw me off and not expect me to want to fuck you instantly? Baby, please." He whimpered.
You sucked in a breath.
He dropped to his knees almost instantly, lifting the hem of your dress so it balled at your stomach, his hand keeping it in place.
His eyes stayed put on your underwear, practically drooling at the sight.
"Steve—." You moaned at the sight.
"Yes?" He whispered looking up at you.
You nodded, biting your lip. "Please."
He couldn't help but smirk at your pleas. Your eyes drooping like a puppy as you gave him the go-ahead to eat you out in the school gym closet. Somewhere you never expected.
Steve swiped a finger from his free hand across your underwear, earning an arch from you. You needed him. He chuckled lightly as he wrapped his fingers around the material, slowly dragging it down your legs; his eyes never straying from your soaked pussy.
"Goddamn, sweetheart."
You lifted your legs to slip out of your underwear. He balled them and slipped them into his pocket.
His finger swiped through your folds, just gently, but the gasp you let out excited him. "You're drenched. I can tell you're loving this."
"Steve, please!" You whimpered, arching your back. You needed some release before you went insane.
He licked his lips, grabbing your left thigh and hooking it over your shoulder. He was a starving man. He didn't even need dinner cooked when his meal was served right here.
His tongue lapped your entrance, making you squirm. Your hands flew to his hair, tugging to help you stay upright. He held your legs tight so you didn't fall.
The feel of his tongue against your slick folds was enough to drive you insane. You let out whimpering moans, trying to hold back in case someone was around, but you couldn't help it.
Steve was an eater.
He sucked on your clit, lifting his hand to enter two fingers into your hole. You were done for.
"Steve—Fuck!" You moaned.
"Come on, baby," He breathed out against your core before licking a few more trails. "Come for me, baby. Let me taste you."
You were edging closer and closer, and his words wrecked you. He knew how to drive you crazy, and that tongue — you were seeing stars.
He curled his fingers inside you, enough to send you over the edge. He knew you were coming as your leg shook across his shoulder, and he captured that taste with his tongue as soon as he felt it.
"Good girl. That's my good girl," He murmured against your core as you came down from your high. Your chest rose rapidly in breaths, trying to steady yourself.
Steve planted a kiss on both your thighs before gently dropping your leg back down to the ground to stand you up. His lips instantly caught yours as he fiddled with the zipper to his trousers, shrugging them down.
His tongue lapped yours, eagerly wanting you to taste yourself on his tongue. He was so desperate for you. He needed to be inside you, and he couldn't take the pressure anymore.
Once his trousers were down, he shrugged his pants down along with them, your eyes bulging at his cock springing against his stomach.
You'd never get used to how big Steve Harrington was. Ever.
You felt some drool fall from the corner of your lips, Steve catching it in a soft kiss.
"I need to be inside you, Y/N. I want to fill you up so badly," He whispered as he lifted your body so your core was directly against his cock. He lined himself up, wetting himself in your slick cum and his spit.
You held on tight to his shoulders as ur back leaned against the shelves, feeling some sort of sports gear behind you, but you didn't care.
He entered you slowly, just enough to get started. "I want to breed you so bad." He groaned out in agony.
Steve pushed in harder, your eyes squinting as you felt his hard length fill your core so much that your second orgasm was already around the corner. He increased his pace; the sports gear rattled behind you.
"Fuck!" He groaned, gripping your thighs tight enough to leave marks.
You moaned out loud. "Steve, I'm close."
"Not yet. I want us to cum together, sweetheart. Hold on for me," He whimpered as he fucked you, hard, in the gym closet. "Let me put a baby in you."
You threw your head forward, panting. Your eyes found his, searching them. "Are you sure?"
He breathed heavily through his nose, nodding as he fucked you senseless. "I'm so sure, sweetheart. I want to start the next chapter with you."
You pulled his neck forward, pressing a harsh but passionate kiss against his plump lips, swollen from previous kisses. It was what you needed to hear.
Steve Harrington wanted to have your baby.
"Please," He whimpered. Your body shook, reaching closer to your release.
You nodded as you rested your forehead against his. Steve picked up the pace, chasing his own release. You cried out in moans; his name rolling off your tongue with every thrust.
"You going to cum for me now, yeah?" He whispered between heavy pants. "Like a good girl."
You nodded with desperation, throwing your head back in moans as you released around Steve's cock. The hot liquid of his own pressed your walls, painting them. He slowed down his movements, letting you ride your own out as heavy pants and hot breath filled the small room.
Steve was so desperate for you. "I love you," He whispered as he kissed your cheek so sweetly. You stayed there for a few minutes just trying to catch your breath.
"I love you Steve," You replied.
He smiled.
Once you both caught your breath, he let you down to the floor, holding you steady in case you would fall. Your legs were wobbly, but you wouldn't want it any other way.
Steve sorted his clothes back to normal, pushing his hair back as he watched you shrug your dress down, knowing full well you were bare and filled with his cum.
"You're going to be such a good mother."
The blush crept on your cheeks, smiling so purely at your loving husband. "And you're going to such a good daddy." You pressed a slow kiss to the corner of his lips.
He shook his head, knowing that name was going to drive him insane, again.
This is my first smut fanfiction on here so play nice please ♡
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