Marvel One Shots (Steve X Reader, Bucky x Reader, Stucky x Reader)

Barefoot and...

Summary:                           

Steve Rogers likes you one way...

Warning: Smut

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You stood in the kitchen, baby on  your hip, toddler tugging at your dress, juggling a sippy cup and plate  of diced fruit. You wrestled the infant into his high chair, making sure  to buckle him in after his last escape attempt after your back was  turned, and pushed some of the food onto his tray. Your toddler climbed  into her booster and waited for you to place the plate in front of her.

Grabbing the carton of eggs, you cracked a few into a bowl, whisking  them until they were a consistent creamy yellow, and poured them into  the heated pan.

"Good morning, beautiful," a deep voice said behind you.

You turned your attention away from the eggs you scrambled to watch  your husband kiss each of your children on their heads before making his  way to you. A smile spread across your face, and you felt a familiar  tug on your heartstrings. Who could have known Captain America would be  such a loving and tender father?

His arms wrapped around you. His hands resting on the already growing  curve of your stomach where your third child grew.  "Smells good,  sweetheart. You know, seeing you barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen is  one of my favorite sights."

You laughed, throwing an elbow into his ribs. "Well, enjoy it now because this won't last forever." Thank god, you thought.

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The first pregnancy was a surprise. You'd barely been dating a month  when you found out and had been scared to tell Steve. But he seemed so  happy when you did. He proposed a few days later and you accepted. Why  wouldn't you? He was one of the best men in the world, a literal hero.  It helped that he was gorgeous and as skilled in bed as he was on the  battlefield. He reveled in the changes in your body. Kissing every new  curve and taking care of your every craving.

The second pregnancy was a shock. You had gotten birth control pills  and had taken them religiously. You don't know how it happened. Steve  was elated. He lavished attention you and your daughter. He cried when  he found out it was a boy. Once your son was born you thought your  family was complete.

You thought wrong.

"I know," he said, "We'll just have to make another." His hands splayed across your belly as he nuzzled your neck.

"Now you're just being crazy." You laughed nervously. "Three is  plenty. We can barely manage the laundry from two." You scooped the eggs  onto two plates.

"I'll get us a housekeeper to help with the chores and cooking. We  can get a nanny so you can take naps whenever you get tired." His hands  squeezed your shoulders, kneading at the knots that never seemed to  leave. "You'll see. It'll be perfect."

You turned in his arms breaking his grip. "Exactly how many kids do you want to have, Steve?"

"As many as we can. I love the sight of you round, growing our child.  I'm going to keep you that way as long as I can." He leaned down  pressing an ardent kiss to your lips. "Go upstairs. I'll finish feeding  the kids and put them down for their naps then we can practice." He  winked, slapped your ass, and sent you on your way.

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He can't be serious? Can he? You paced around the bedroom, then  paused placing your hands on the mattress, relieving some weight off  your lower back.

Steve's hands materialized out of nowhere causing you to jump. "Shhh.  Let me take care of you." His fingers tugged at the hem of your dress,  pulling it over your head, both of you giggling as it got caught  momentarily on your bump. He made quick work of your bra and panties,  tossing both on the floor.

Laying on your back, you watched Steve undress. His body still every  bit the super solider it was when you met. He knelt on the floor,  pulling your hips to the edge of the bed. His beard tickled your thighs  as he laid kisses to the soft skin. His tongue delved between your sleek  and swollen lips, long strokes spreading your folds. Your fingers  clutched the bedding as he turned his attention to your sensitive bud,  sucking and flicking until you cried out.

He stood, pressing the head of his cock against your dripping pussy,  easing into it, watching as he stretched you to accommodate his girth.  His hands caressing your stomach, cupping your heavy breasts. "You're so  beautiful. Exactly as you should be. Filled with my child. Filled with  me."

Buried deep within you, he circled your clit with his thumb and began  a slow pace of shallow thrusts. "C'mon, sweetheart. I know you've got  another one in you. I want to feel you cum."

Your hand flew over your mouth, smothering your cries as your muscles tensed, currents of pleasure shooting up your spine.

Steve's pace quickened, prolonging your orgasm. His movements faltered as his cock began to pulse inside you.

Panting, your body glowed in the aftermath of Steve's attentions. He  laid next to you, his hand once more resting your belly, a sleepy smile  played at the corners of his mouth as he felt a kick. Tears prickled  your eyes as you considered how lucky you were to have a man as loving  as Steve. Was more children, really such a bad thing?