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Youâre inferior. You are meant to worship the bottom of my feet. Itâs not a ârelapse,â rather simply accepting your true self.
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Let Stevie Do all the Work..
Steve Harrington x Pregnant!reader
You were barely 13 weeks pregnant when it started. A small bump began to form on your belly, a beautiful life growing inside. Of course, Steve thought it was the most beautiful thing heâd ever seen. Not only did he have the knowledge that it was his baby growing inside of you, others could also see it.
Steve had always been a jealous man, so everyone knowing that he had put a baby in you was his favorite thing ever. Now he was on his knees, giving special little kisses to your belly, mumbling below his breath.
âyou look beautiful darlinââ
âstuffed with my baby, my little Harrington..â
âNow everybody knows your my woman..â
âMy womanâ
âMine.â
He practically growls, voice growing huskier as he rises to his feet, his hand finding its way to cup your cheek.
âCanât even look in the mirror without thinking of you Stevie..â
You mewled.
It was all he could do not to have his way with you right then and there, but he remembered how fragile you were in this state. Now almost 7 months pregnant, you couldnât move like you used to. Most of the time you just waddled around.
âDo you think you have enough energy to-?â
âI need you Steveâ
His eyes darkened as he leaned down to kiss your neck.
âJust lay back mama, let Stevie do all the work for ya..â
He muttered, laying you down on the bed slowly. Careful not to hurt you, he reached underneath your sleep shirt. None of your pants fit you anymore with the weight gain, so you rarely wore any. Then he hooked his finger under the waist band of your cotton panties.
âYouâre just soakinâ ainât ya mama?â You whined softly, nodding your head
âCâmon baby⊠I want the whole neighborhood to know just who put that baby in pretty little Mrs. Harrington..â