happy fathers day
pairing: steve harrington x fem reader summary: in which you woke up on father’s day and decided it was time to make your husband a dad. word count: 2.7k warnings: explicit 18+ (minors dni), oral (f receiving), piv (unprotected), fingering, multiple orgasms, established relationship, dirty talk, praise, swearing, dry humping (if you squint), breeding, cock warming (if you squint) an: first post on tumblr!! i’m so excited ;)
You and Steve had been married for a year and a half, but had been together for the better part of three years before that.
You had celebrated father’s day with your own families countless times, but every time the annual holiday came around, you saw a special glint in Steve’s eyes, one that told you just how much he longed for a family.
It had started as fleeting moments, Steve’s lingering gaze at families at the store, his gentle way with your nieces and nephews, the way he’d squeeze your hand when someone’s baby gurgled nearby, a soft smile tugging at his lips.
You’d catch him on lazy Sunday afternoons, watching families stroll past your window, his expression wistful but hopeful. Conversations about the future slipped into your evenings, usually light-hearted, sometimes serious, always with that spark in Steve’s eyes.
He never pushed, never rushed, but you could tell being a dad was something he truly wished for.
So when you had finally found yourself in a stable position, working decent paying jobs, fewer nightmares, no more living on edge, and owned a house that practically begged to have little footsteps running around, you decided it was time, time to fulfill not only your own wish, but Steve’s too.
“Good morning baby.” You hummed as you padded barefoot into the kitchen, a shirtless Steve turned to you, setting down his newspaper and placing a warm hand on your waist.
“Happy Father’s Day.” You whispered against his lips as you pressed a sweet kiss against them.
“Huh?” Steve muttered, pulling back to see your face, you had to hold in your laughter at the confusion written all over his face. “But… you’re not? Wait… Are you?” He asked, eyes wide as his hands smoothed over your waist, glancing down to your stomach.
“No, I’m not pregnant.” You laughed, grabbing his wrists. “Yet.” You added, raising an eyebrow at Steve, who still looked confused. It’s like his brain short-circuited. His mouth opened, then closed again like a fish.
“Steve. I’m ready to have a baby.” You explained with another laugh.
He seemed to catch on then, you watched as about five different emotions flashed behind his eyes, shock, disbelief, awe, slight panic before settling on something close to unadulterated need.
Then suddenly, he kissed you. Hard.
One hand slid up into your hair while the other pressed firmly against your waist as he backed you against the kitchen counter, you gasped softly at the intensity, your hands instinctively finding their way around his neck, tugging at the soft curls that lay there.
The kiss was deep and hungry, Steve’s lips moving against yours with a desperate kind of desire, tongues fighting for dominance, his hands touching you wherever he could reach.
When he finally broke away for air, his forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing fast.
“Holy shit,” he breathed out in a laugh that shook through him. His hands came down to rest on your waist, rubbing soothing circles over the fabric of your shirt.
“Need you baby.” You breathed as your arched into him, and Steve didn’t hesitate in picking you up, his hands firmly on your hips.
You wrapped your legs around his waist and pressed opened mouth kisses against his jaw as he carried you upstairs.
He kicked the bedroom door shut behind him, his mouth crashing back onto yours as he gently laid you down on the bed. His hands were everywhere, your face, your hair, sliding under your shirt to trace warm fingertips along your skin, eventually pulling it over your head.
Steve hovered over you for a second, just drinking in the sight of your bare skin under morning sunlight filtering through the curtains. Then he kissed down your neck, soft at first, then with more pressure when you tilted your head to give him better access. His hands mapped every curve like he was memorizing it all over again.
“God, you’re perfect,” he murmured against your collarbone before dragging his teeth over the same spot. One hand slid up to cup your breast while the other traced slow circles on your hip, teasing, worshiping. “Gonna make you feel so good.” He hummed.
A low groan vibrated against your skin as you arched into his touch. His mouth circled your nipple, biting down just enough to make you gasp, then soothed it with a slow drag of his tongue.
“Steve…” Your voice came out breathy, your fingers tangling in his hair as he switched to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. His free hand slid down between you two, fingertips brushing over where you needed him most through the thin fabric of your shorts.
He chuckled darkly at your gasp, pressing his palm firmly against you before sliding his fingers under the waistband of your shorts, a shit eating grin spreading across his face as he felt how soaked you were already.
“So wet already, this all for me baby?” he teased in that stupid sexy voice of his, kissing back up your body while his fingers teased you through your underwear.
“Fuck, Steve.” Your hips jerked up into his touch as he rubbed slow circles over the damp fabric. He smirked against your skin when you whimpered his name again, dragging out the torture by pulling back just enough to watch you squirm.
“Say it,” he demanded in a low growl, pressing harder with two fingers now while his thumb worked tight little circles right where you needed it most.
“Tell me who’s got you like this.”
“Y-you,” you gasped out, back arching off the bed as your hands fisted in the sheets beside your head, knuckles turning white from how badly you were gripping them.
“Only you…” You breathed, rolling your hips into his hand, desperate for more friction.
“Hmm… Good girl.” He groaned, finally pulling your shorts and underwear down your legs, throwing them somewhere across the room. His mouth was back on you in an instant, pressing hot kisses against the inside of your knee, thighs and hips.
“Please baby… stop teas- oh.” Your voice cracked with a moan as Steve finally dragged his tongue through you in one slow, filthy lick. His hands gripped your hips hard to keep you still as he took his sweet time tasting every inch of you like a man starved.
“Tastes so fucking good,” he muttered against you, Steve wasted no time after that, diving back in with hungry enthusiasm. His tongue circled your clit before sucking gently, one hand slipped up to pinch and roll your nipple while the other held you down against the mattress.
Your thighs trembled on either side of his head, toes curling as pleasure shot through you like lightning. Every flick of his tongue, every suck sent sparks behind your eyelids, you were seeing stars already.
“Steve!” You cried out when he added two fingers inside you suddenly, curling them just right while keeping that perfect pressure on your clit with his mouth. “Mm baby.” Your words dissolved into another moan as your face scrunched up in pleasure.
His mouth and hand working magic between your thighs while his fingers toyed with your breast, sent shockwaves of pleasure through you. You writhed beneath him, moaning louder than intended, your own hand flying up to cover your mouth in an attempt to muffle the sounds spilling out of you.
“Nuh uh.” Steve growled against you, prying your hand away from your mouth and pining it next to you on the mattress. “Wanna hear you. Fuck, gonna make me come just from those pretty sounds.” He explained never lifting his head.
“Don’t… I need your come.” You purred, sitting up on your elbow to watch Steve. You freed your pinned hand, raking it through his hair, curling your fingers just as his did inside you.
Steve groaned, the sound vibrating through you. His hips jerked forward involuntarily at your words, already hard and aching in his sweatpants.
“Don’t worry baby, this pretty pussy’s gonna be full of it when were done.” He pulled away to say, looking up at you through his unfairly long eyelashes before diving back in. You whined at his words, wrapping your legs around his shoulders as you leaned back, completely surrendering to the pleasure.
“That’s it, just like that.” You praised as your thighs started to shake. His fingers curled deeper as his tongue pressed harder against you, the room was filled with the sound of wet kisses, your moans and Steve’s occasional groan when you tugged his hair just right. The tension was building fast, the familiar heat pooling in your stomach.
Steve’s name spilled from your lips in a breathy cry as you came, his tongue never stopping, lapping up every drop like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. His fingers slowed through your orgasm while he pressed lazy kisses against your clit.
“Fuckin’ perfect.” He muttered when he finally came up for air, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes were dark and hooded as they raked over your spent body, watching you with that stupid smug grin of his.
Steve climbed up your body, capturing your lips in a deep kiss so you could taste yourself on him. His hard length pressed against your thigh through his sweats as he settled over you, your hand already working to undo the drawstring.
“Off.” You demanded before biting down on his bottom lip, swallowing the groan that tore from his throat. You pulled at the waistband of his sweatpants and Steve didn’t hesitate before he stood up.
“Yes ma’am.” Steve chuckled, shoving his sweatpants and boxers down in one motion. His cock sprang free, hard and leaking already. He kicked them off somewhere before moving to sit next to you, his back against the headboard. “C’mere.” He muttered, grabbing your hips and pulling you on top of him.
You straddled him, feeling his cock twitch against your bare core. Steve’s hands immediately found your ass. His mouth crashed onto yours again, kissing you messily while grinding up against your core. You lifted your hips, letting Steve guide himself right where both of you wanted it without breaking the kiss.
You hissed and Steve groaned into your mouth, his head falling back against the headboard as you took him inch by slow inch, his hands gripping the curve of your ass to hold you down onto him, letting you get used to the sheer size of him. No matter how many times you had been together, Steve still manages to stretch you open.
“Fuck, Baby” Steve gritted out between clenched teeth, his abs flexing as he fought the urge to buck up into you. His hands slid from your ass to your waist, thumbs brushing over the skin just under your breasts while he watched you with hooded eyes. “So goddamn tight for me.” He groaned when you bottomed out on him.
You rolled your hips experimentally, watching Steve’s jaw clench and his eyes flutter shut at the sensation. A shiver ran down your spine as he suddenly sat up, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth while one hand slid down to the small of your back, guiding you to grind against him again.
“Shit-” Your voice broke as you moved, placing your hands on Steve’s chest, you threw your head back in pleasure, arching your chest into his face. “Love how you feel in me. So big.” You panted, nails digging into his shoulders. Steve’s hands dropped your hips, guiding you as he pressed hot kisses onto the column of your throat.
“Need you to go faster baby.” Steve muttered against your throat as his hands found the back of your thighs, lifting you up and then dropping you back on him with a breathy whine, guiding you to bounce on him. You moaned out at the new sensation, mirroring his movements.
Steve’s grip tightened on your waist, helping you ride him harder and faster. Every time you came down on him, his breath hitched and the bed creaked beneath you both. The slap of skin filled the room, mixed with your combined moans and gasps.
“Fuck that’s it baby, good fucking girl.” he panted against your skin before capturing your lips again in a sloppy kiss full of teeth and tongue. You moaned into his mouth as one of his hands came down to rub tight circles on your clit while the other held onto your waist for dear life.
“Steve I-” You were cut off by another moan against his lips as his fingers worked magic on your clit, the dual sensation of being stuffed full and stimulated making you see stars. Your hips stuttered, thighs trembling around him as pleasure coiled tight in your stomach again.
“C’mon baby, let go for me.” He coaxed in a rough whisper against your ear, his fingers never slowing on your clit even as he felt you tightening around him. “Wanna feel you come all over my cock.” The filthy words sent another shockwave of pleasure through you and with one final roll of his hips upwards you shattered.
Your back arched violently as waves of ecstasy ripped through every nerve ending, your thighs pressed tightly against Steve’s hips as your nails dug into his shoulders, your thighs ached as you leant your head on Steve’s shoulder, still panting through the aftershocks.
Steve held you through your orgasm slowing his pace to give you some mercy and pressing soft kisses along your shoulder as he waited for the tremors to subside. Once they did, his lips found yours again in a slow kiss while his hands rubbed soothing circles on your back.
“I love you so much,” Steve murmured against your lips between kisses, his voice thick with emotion. He still moved inside you gently, not chasing his own release yet. His thumb brushed away a strand of hair stuck to your sweaty forehead. “Want me to take over pretty girl?” He hummed, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“Mm, yeah.” You whimpered, your voice still shaky as you nodded. Steve flipped you both effortlessly so that he was on top now, his body covering yours completely. His hips began to move in thrusts that had your toes curling all over again.
Steve’s movements were slow and deep, each thrust dragging his cock against that sweet spot inside you. He kept one hand tangled in your hair while the other braced beside your head, his forehead resting against yours as he watched every little expression on your face.
“That’s it baby, take me so good.” He groaned out between gritted teeth before picking up the pace just slightly to hear those pretty sounds from you again. Your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him even closer; Steve’s lips crashed back onto yours as he started fucking into you with more urgency.
The slap of skin grew louder, and your moans mingled between messy kisses, the headboard knocking against the wall in rhythm with your movements. Steve’s head dropped to your shoulder as he thrusted into you.
“God, Steve…” Your voice cracked as you dug your nails into his back. The slow drag of him was maddening in the best way possible, each thrust sending little sparks of pleasure through you all over again. “So good.” You moaned out when he hit that spot just right.
“Gotta third for me?” He lifted his head to watch your face twist with pleasure. You nodded frantically, your hands tightening on Steve’s shoulders. He could feel himself getting closer, but he wanted you there with him. “Come for me again baby,” he begged against the shell of your ear before biting down gently on it.
The bite sent a jolt through you and with Steve still pounding into that perfect spot, you came again. Hard. Your whole body tensed as pleasure overtook every sense.
Steve groaned as he felt you clench around him again, his hips stuttering when your walls milked him so perfectly. He cried out your name like a prayer as he came hard inside you, holding his hips against your tightly as he spilled every last drop into you.
For a few blissful moments, Steve just collapsed on top of you, panting heavily against your neck. His body was warm and heavy but comfortable as he pressed lazy kisses wherever his lips could reach without moving much. When he tried to pull out and roll over, you tightened your grip on him, keeping him buried inside you.
“Stay for a minute.” You hummed, pressing soft lazy kisses to the top of his head. Steve chuckled breathlessly against your skin, his spent cock twitching weakly inside you as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.
“Filthy girl.” He teased in that fond way of his, not complaining one bit about staying buried inside you. His arms wrapped around you tighter as he pressed another kiss to the corner of your mouth.
“Oh please.” You chuckled, though made no effort to tease him back, still too blissed out. “Same time tomorrow?” You giggled, raking your hands through his hair, smiling at him fondly.
“After that, I think I’ll be hard again by lunch time.” Steve barked out a laugh, his body shaking against yours. He kissed you deeply before rolling onto his back and taking you with him so that he was still inside you. His hands rubbed slow circles on your lower back as he stared up at the ceiling in awe.