#well there's also the fact that he's ridiculously hot 🥵 i mean 😏😏😏

[strawhatboy]

I have something worth protecting, too. | happy birthday mica! @princesskazuya 🥹✨️

[erin-bo-berin]

ok, Erin! A couple of notes here. I haven’t seen you write too much explicitly kink stuff yet, so if you’re not into this then OFC no worries! I also realize this is a ridiculously long request, and everything might not fit well into one fic… I don’t want to push you into a many-hour ordeal loool so feel free to use whatever’s inspiring and cut the rest, or break it into parts, or ignore this req altogether. love youuu ☄️

Steve’s wanted kids forever, so when you finally agree to start your family, he’s over the moon. Steve knew it would be so special, but he didn’t know it would be such a massive turn on. Apparently you’re not the only one experiencing pregnancy cravings…

Seeing your boobs suddenly huge (you show him how they don’t even fit into your bra anymore) and so much more sensitive to his touch has him all hot and bothered. From the day your belly popped out and your stride developed a waddle, he’s been a handsy, horny mess. You’re wetter than ever, constantly groaning as you try to get comfortable or when the baby kicks, and HE’S ONLY HUMAN.

And it’s not just how you look, it’s how you act too. Usually your stubborn independence is one of his favorite things about you, but now you need his help getting around and doing things around the house a lot more often. He loves that you’re finally letting him take care of you and making him feel needed/in charge (including in the bedroom).

Unfortunately, Steve’s super self-conscious about this newfound kink, worried it will totally freak out reader. (Luckily for him, you’re into it.) If he only knew that once he came clean you’d have the kinkiest sex of his life, he wouldn’t have waited so long to tell you.

bonus pts if he calls her babygirl during sex 🥵🥵

I swear you’re gonna kill me (or Steve in this fic 😉). But I 100% believe Steve would get so hot and bothered by his pregnant girl. I mean after all he’d be proud he got her pregnant but then it’s just such a turn on for him. After all, he’s got a breeding kink, why not a pregnancy kink too? 😏

Can’t Keep His Hands To Himself

Steve x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Pregnancy, Sex While Pregnant (I’m sorry this is FILTHY)

Sex while pregnant isn’t exactly uncommon amongst couples.

You and Steve had done it a couple times since you’d fallen pregnant, but it wasn’t until your second trimester approached that things really changed.

Steve had been so excited to know he was going to be a father. It had been the best day of his life when you had agreed to start trying to expand your family—that had quickly been overshadowed by the day you found out you were expecting.

He knew it was something special, he wanted kids badly, anyway. He loved watching you navigating life in the tiniest different ways—learning how to sleep with a growing belly, how to position in if you wanted to wash dishes, realizing that it was slowly getting more difficult to bend down to retrieve something, even if you still were able to somewhat do it.

What he didn’t expect was for him to have cravings as often as you did.

No, he wasn’t craving food at all hours like you, he was just craving you.

Although he was touching you pretty regularly these days, often caressing your bump, he quite honestly couldn’t keep his hands to himself most of the time. In fact, why would he want to?

You breasts had ballooned practically overnight, your body, which he found perfect before pregnancy had suddenly developed even more curves that he wanted to take his time exploring. He tried to mask his true intentions with gentle touches here and there—a hand on your waist, maybe perhaps grazing your ass, a hand high on your belly, just inches from the new, bigger, amazing boobs. If you’d noticed his struggles, you didn’t comment on it.

His attraction to you and developing dream of having amazing sex with you while pregnant just kept deepening, especially one day when you’d complained about how sore your boobs were.

“Look how big they’ve gotten,” you’d said, pulling up your shirt, showing him your bare chest.

He felt like he’d swallowed a watermelon for a good minute there.

He offered, somewhat teasingly—although he had been dead serious—to massage them for you, hoping to help the tenderness. You didn’t expect him to actually take him up on it.

“Come here,” he said, letting you sit down in front of him.

He rested his chin on your shoulder, gently taking your bare breasts in his hands. Just feeling the heaviness of them from your pregnancy nearly made him groan. His palms and fingers massaged gently, hoping to alleviate any lingering pain the tenderness was causing.

When you groaned, his heart leapt in his throat while simultaneously his dick hardened in his pants. He stopped the movements instantly.

“Did I hurt you?!”

He worried he’d pressed too hard—he was also worried you’d soon discover his own hard problem.

“No, that feels good,” you grunted, “They’ve been sorry and heavy for a few days. That helped a lot.”

You smiled, turning around to kiss his cheek.

“Thanks babe,” you called as you headed to the bathroom, pulling your shirt back down.

Steve flung himself backwards on the bed, arm covering his eyes.

The second you left the bathroom, he was taking a cold shower. Again.

•

By the time you reached the six month mark, you had already had a slight waddle to your walk and Steve was positive he’d run the water bill sky high from the amount of cold showers he’d been taking lately.

You’d had sex occasionally, but Steve was too worried to really share his desire, afraid you’d be too weirded out or worried for the baby. The last time you’d been intimate had been nearly a month ago and it was the typical missionary position. Of course, there was nothing wrong with that an it was a position Steve often loved but his lust and desire for you lately had him craving more. It didn’t help that with pregnancy, your body had had some pleasant changes that were quite the bonus in the bedroom.

You were wetter than ever, practically dripping after a few of his touches, an effect of you being more sensitive. Blood flow to all the right places—according to your gynecologist—was one reason why sex while pregnant felt so good.

Maybe that’s why he was craving it so badly.

You were normally independent and incredibly stubborn, which he loved, but as your pregnancy advanced, you had started asking him for help when you needed it. He was absolutely loving it. It was nice to dote on you and spoil you, like you deserved to be. Especially when you were growing his baby that was running out of room in there, a bit more each day.

He didn’t mind one bit if you asked him to help you sit down in a chair, help you reach something high that you could no longer climb to get or reach for a sock in the washing machine. If you needed help cleaning, he was there. Wanted something to eat and too tired to get it yourself? He’s all yours. Just wanted cuddles and a foot rub? He was happy to oblige.

But, you became more vocal now as you moved, if you were too stiff, or if the baby kicked too hard. He was starting to wonder if it was possible for a dick to fall off from being hard too often. He felt like he walked with a limp as often as you waddled nowadays.

Every moan and groan would send blood straight to his groin and he had to think of anything but how badly he wanted to hear those sounds from you as he fucked you. How those were so similar to your usual sounds of pleasure and how basically those sounds led to the baby in your belly.

One day, maybe out of his mind with desire, he snapped.

“Babe, you’ve got to stop doing that. You’re killing me.”

God, was that his pathetic whimper coming from his mouth? Oh well, he was already too far gone.

“Doing what?” you asked, coming to sit on the bed with a groan.

“That,” he grunted, squeezing his eyes closed as he felt the stirring in his pants, “It’s been driving me crazy for weeks and I’ve been trying to stay strong and not freak you out and—”

“Whoa, whoa, back up big boy,” you chuckled teasingly, “Why are you trying to stay strong? If you wanted to have sex, you could’ve just told me. You don’t have to go without.”

“I know. It’s just I thought it would freak you out since we haven’t done it that much since you got pregnant and I’ve been perpetually hard as a rock for the last two months watching your body change and how even more beautiful it’s become. Like, your boobs are huge and your belly is beautiful and the noises you make, fuck, Y/N. I’ve had to restrain myself from stripping you naked and having steamy, headboard banging the wall, nails down my chest, hot as fuck sex.”

You sat, gaping at him, his desires causing a dull throb to start between your thighs because that sounded amazing.

“So,” you swallowed thickly, “What you’re saying is, you’re even more turned on with me being pregnant and want to fuck me senseless?”

“Basically.”

His tongue swiped across his bottom lip and your eyes fell to the action, wanting it on other places on your body.

“So, why not just say something?”

“I didn’t think you’d want to because you wouldn’t want to hurt the baby or it would be too awkward,” he winced.

“Steve, I’ve been spending weeks just wanting to fuck your brains out.”

Now it was his turn to stare blankly at you. How had he missed that?

“Well, no time to waste then, huh?” he fell backwards on the bed, pulling at your arms for you to follow him.

“Just a moment,” you said, standing, pulling your night gown over your head, leaving you naked other than your panties.

“Goddamn,” he groaned, cock throbbing painfully now as he watched you crawl onto the bed, moving over him at a snail’s pace.

“Get over here,” he groaned, tugging you closer, hands grasping your hips roughly, situating you to sit on his stomach.

He leaned up, bringing his lips to yours in a hungry kiss as he’d been starved of you too long. It was heated, quick and extremely hot. His tongue danced with yours, licking into your mouth and twirling with yours, his hands running up towards your breasts, cupping them in his hands.

You moaned deeply into the kiss as he squeezed and massaged them. They were so sensitive these days and if anytime were possible for you to cum by him just touching them, it was definitely now. Especially as he flicked and pinched your nipples. Each movement sent another wave of molten lava to your underwear.

“You,” you breathed between kisses, “Are way too dressed.”

You inched backwards so you could remove his shirt and you inadvertently rubbed against his bulge making him swear.

“You like that?” you teased, rubbing your clothed crotch over his aching cock, eliciting another moan from him.

You grabbed the hem of his shirt, but he sat up, pulling it off before you could push it up yourself.

You kept grinding against him tantalizingly, a fake pout on your lips.

“Is that what you wanted, big boy?”

Your hands traveled over his stomach and up over his chest, through the patch of dark hair there and kissed his chest.

“What I want,” he halfway growled, pulling you from your current position back towards his stomach, “Is to be buried to the hilt in you when I cum, not in my pants.”

His hands moved lovingly over your belly, giving it a kiss, thankful you didn’t have an issue with this, like he’d convinced himself you would.

You sat back, enough to rid of your underwear, tossing them to the side. You smiled, bending over to connect your lips once again, but didn’t quite get that far. You squealed a bit when he pulled you further up his body, hands and arms wrapped around your thighs. You were level with his chest when he spoke.

“You let me take care of you with other things, let me take care of you now.”

You hesitated.

“I’m carrying a whole ‘nother human being, I’m a bit heavier,” you grimaced, concerned you’d smother him.

“Then I will go out happily,” he grinned salaciously.

“Steve,” you huffed, more amused than annoyed and your body shook as the laughter in his chest answered you.

“I’ll be fine,” he promised, “Now come here, you deserve to be treated.”

He pulled you higher, your pussy now fully hovering over his face. Your hands held you steady as you held on the headboard and you lowered yourself just a bit, enough for him to reach.

A squeal turned into a moan as he pulled you all the way down on his face, tongue licking the length of your lips. He wasted no time, tongue darting into you, licking and exploring.

“Oh, yeah,” you moaned, eyes slipping shut.

His tongue worked wonders, twirling, licking and sucking, never in the same place twice. Your back arched, hips moving in time with his tongue as you ground shamelessly against his face.

It dipped in and out, back and forth driving you wild. You gripped the headboard with one hand, reaching down to tangle into his hair.

“Steve, oh yes baby, like that,” you whimpered, egging him on.

He was more than enjoying this, you could feel the smile against you.

Not that you weren’t enjoying the hell out of it, yourself.

He was so into it, you could feel his nose against your clit, a dangerous combination because every time it brushed against you, you shuddered in pleasure.

Your thighs were tightening around his head as he continued his job until you were coming hard, a cry leaving your mouth as the powerful waves of pleasure engulfed you. Your hand gripped his hair and he moaned into you, prolonging your high just that bit more.

Your chest rising and falling, he lifted you off his face and you were planning to move back to be level with him again when his grip on you tightened.

“I’m not through with you yet,” he smirked, face glistening with your slick and it was such an erotic sight, the arousal started all over again.

“Just wanted to check on how you’re doing,” he said.

“Amazing, great,” you panted with a smile, giving him a weak thumbs up.

With that, he yanked you back down.

“Steve what are you—fuck,” you cursed hotly as he dove back into you and you felt him chuckle against you.

His sole focus was on your clit now and he licked it teasingly, giving it a flick before sucking on it fully.

This son of a bitch was going to completely destroy you, you knew it. You hissed, still sensitive and he gripped you tightly as you tried to flinch away. Once again, you gripped the headboard but with both hands this time, the sensitivity of the first orgasm bleeding into a building second one.

His skilled tongue kept you on your toes—though they were quite literally curling in the moment—speeding up and slowing down so you didn’t reach your peak too quickly.

“Steve, please,” you whimpered, impatient with chasing the high that was just out of reach.

In response, his lips closed around your clit, sucking harder, finally ready to give you what you wanted.

Just like the first one, your second climax hit like a bolt of lightning to your body. He did not let you loose until he was sure he’d milked it for all it was worth.

You let go of the headboard, a bit wobbly, your thighs quaking from two back to back intense orgasms. He chuckled, quite proud of himself, helping you back down where straddled his waist.

“You doing okay up there, babe?”

“Fine,” you said, a bit dazed, “Perfectly fine.”

He sat up on his elbows, kissing you languidly, giving you a moment to recover. You knew he had to be painfully hard by now, being more than patient and treating, so you reached behind him, palming his bulge, rubbing your hand over it gently.

He moaned into your mouth and you grinned, continuing to treat him.

“I love your touch,” he whimpered, “So fucking much.”

He gave you another quick kiss, moving your hand as he refused to cum that fast and in his fucking pants. He had waited too long to enjoy this and enjoy this is what he planned to do.

You helped him shed his pants and boxers and as he kicked them away, he lifted you over him, enough for you to lower yourself slowly down onto his aching cock.

You gave an appreciative hum, both your sounds mixing as you both enjoyed the feeling of the first contact.

You may have had a larger, growing bump, but you weren’t going to let that stop you. You planted your hands on his chest, moving hard and fast now that you were properly seated on him.

Steve’s eyes were practically glazed over, nearly drooling as he watched you, his beautiful baby girl, bouncing on his cock, breasts bouncing along with them. The sight made him twitch within you, which you felt well as you were so tight around him.

God bless pregnancy hormones and all the swelling sensitivity because fuck’s sake the way he rubbed against you was so good it was actually giving you chills, even though your blood was boiling and body was warm.

“So good to me baby girl, you’re so good to me,” he mumbled, reaching up and pulling your face down to his to devour you with his mouth again.

He sat up, still buried in you and the shift created a new angle releasing an X-Rated moan from you.

Steve was very pleased to know that another nice change now was how you’d completely let go, being as loud as possible without even meaning to. Your moans and whines and whimpers of his name were such a turn on.

He knew he didn’t have long before he was done for, but he wanted to enjoy this as long as possible. He thrust up into you, hitting deep and hard. He kissed your chest, kissed your neck and up your throat as your head fell back, completely drunk on him.

He absolutely loved it when you were cock drunk.

His lips reached your chin, then your mouth, hands kneading your chest. It was rough, it was sweaty and it was hot.

You reached behind him, gripping the headboard again for support so you could bounce harder on him.

“Fuck, look at that,” he groaned, looking down at where he disappeared in and out of you, his cock slick with your arousal.

He wasn’t done with you yet. He moved enough to pull out of you and you about cried in desperation. Your third—and most likely last as you would be completely done in after that—orgasm had been building steadily. Even though you would happily have him deep in you, filling you so thoroughly that the ache of it was almost too much, you wanted to cum without abandon.

“Can I try something else, baby?” he asked, voice much softer than the nature of his body’s current activities.

You nodded eagerly, anything to get him to slide back into you quicker.

“On your knees, darling.”

You obeyed him as he moved behind you, wrapping an arm around your torso to support your bump, he slid back into you with one, quick, rough thrust and a garbled moan spilled out of you.

You grabbed the headboard with one hand, holding onto his arm with your other one as you bounced back into him, your bodies meeting with such force it was sending you both spiraling much quicker. You felt the gentle scrape of his chest hair against your back as he moved against you, making your skin prickle. Everything about him seem to be ten times more sexier now.

His deep voice was guttural in your ear as he moaned with each thrust. It was only driving you even more crazy and he knew it. You wanted him to be vocal and he always delivered.

“You’re mine,” he groaned, thrusts wild and becoming sporadic, signaling his impending climax, “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you whimpered, “Steve, fuck, I’m all fucking yours.”

It was the first time you both came in succession, your moans drowning out his and vice versa. You clenched hard around him and spilled within you, no need to worry about already getting pregnant. Although you were should this moment in time would’ve done it if you hadn’t already conceived.

Your thighs slowly dirtied as his release dripped down out of you, even more so when he pulled his softening cock out of you.

You didn’t think you could physically move for a moment and you stayed frozen in place, trying to even your breathing and calm your pounding heart, exhausted from the exertion.

“Babe? You okay?” Steve asked, worried and you reassured him you were fine.

“I think you just split me in half though,” you groaned, core sensitive and thighs sore as you moved to lay down.

“That was better than I imagined it would be,” you admitted.

“So much fucking better,” he laughed, agreeing, running a hand through his strands, coming to lay next to you.

You spent a moment in silence, tracing a finger over his beauty marks and moles. It was like tracing a maze starting at his neck, heading up his jaw and over his cheeks, even heading out as far as by his ear and onto his temple. He smiled, not letting anyone else do this but you.

“Still doing okay?” he asked, using an abundance of caution after the rough sex they’d just had.

He grabbed your hand and kissed it and you smiled sweetly up at him.

But oh no, this wasn’t one of your normal sweet smiles. This was your devilish, innocent sweet smile and he knew something was coming.

“Oh I’m just resting up for round 2,” you smirked.

There it was. He knew what was going to be coming.

It would be him. Again.

He could live with that.