In the middle

when it's said and done

The one where you're pregnant and Steve is infatuated

Warnings: smut, dirty talk

Steve's P.O.V.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. It didn't even matter that I knew all of the men in the kingdom who got to see her like this, round with my child, could barely pry their eyes from her too.

She deserved it. There never was and there never would be anyone nearly as beautiful as her. And now that she was bearing the future of our people, it was like she shined.

My perfect little wife.

Ever since it became clear she was pregnant, it was like my need for her had tripled. I wanted to touch her all the time. I hated the sight of her in a dress, I loathed the fabric that hid her supple body from my eyes.

She was mine. It was my right to take her, anytime and anywhere. And I was going to take full advantage of it, right here and right now.

"Leave us," I ordered to no one in particular. Everyone in the throne room knew better than to stay behind. My darling queen, however, just looked shocked as she stared up at me with her mouth open.

"In here? In the middle of the day? Really?" It was impossible not to chuckle at how adorable she was. I'd had her countless times before, in much more open spaces than this one, even in front of the guards once, and she was still the shyest little thing. "Do you really think it's a good idea?"

Instead of immediately answering, I just pulled her onto my lap, capturing her lips with mine, my hand falling over her grown belly instinctively. "I think it's time you understand all of my ideas are great."

She didn't seem to want to argue anymore, so I bunched up the skirt of her dress until I was able to run my fingers over her lower lips, humming appreciatively at the wetness I found there.

"So ready for me already... I know you don't do it on purpose my love, but you tease me so much." My words were enough to reignite the spirit of disagreement inside of her, but I wasn't about to let her have her way. So I filled her with two of my fingers, immediately pumping them while keeping her legs open with my own.

"Oh, yes... Listen to these sounds, darling. Hear how well your little cunt takes me." I was enchanted by it, even after all this time. "I wish I could have my mouth on you, but for that, we'll have to wait until we're in bed, my queen."

Her answering mewl was all I could take before my resolve crumbled, and with one effective flick of my wrist, the scraps of her dress pooled on the floor as I turned her around to face me.

"Hmm... It seems I am insatiable when you're like this." Her hand covered my nape, and she pulled herself closer to me so she could kiss my lips, making me smile.

"Only when I'm like this?" She teased, and I could only chuckle. She had a point there. But of course, I wouldn't give it to her.

"You're the one at fault, my queen," I insisted, making quick work of my own clothes so I could rub my member directly at her entrance. "Your presence enamours me. I find myself unable to work or do anything other than sink myself into your delectable body. And you know what?"

"What?" Her question was breathless, almost pained as I shoved myself inside of her.

"You're the only one who gets me like this." Her laugh was like a balm to my overexcited body, calming me down so I could enjoy this moment more thoroughly, and focus on her own enjoyment too.

"I should hope so," she teased me back, making me join in on her laugh, but then I touched her nub and adjusted her position so I could drive us to desire, and there was no more laughter. Only moans could be heard in the giant and empty throne room.

"Yes..." I groaned, licking a stripe up her neck and watching as she shivered from it. "And you're the only one who takes care of it, huh?"

I knew other kings might have many women ready and willing to please them, but I only needed one. My queen.

I wanted to hear her cries of pleasure, wanted to delight myself in them, but she was holding herself back. And I knew exactly why...

"If you're so scared about them knowing what we're doing in here, I can always stop, my love..." That got me the response I wanted, and she stopped nibbling on her bottom lip and began crying out loud to the empty throne room.

"So sensitive..." I ran one hand down her body to touch her little button and once I did, she exploded around me, taking me into bliss with her.

"Only you can make me mad enough not to care what others will think," she whispered, and all I could do was snuggle her against me because I wasn't ready to pull out of her.