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When Daniel tried to shove Mason inside of a laundry bin, that was your last straw. Or at least that’s what you kept telling yourself day by day, still wrangling three pre-schooler boys and a toddler girl while Leon wrangles bioterrors. Sometimes you even feel envious since he gets a change of scenery here and there.
Band-aids, diapers, Dino nuggets and Bluey as a background noise 24/7. Motherhood at its finest. God, you hate that Bluey bitch—a literal bitch. Like, female dog. You don’t ever cuss. Not after Cole yelled ‘motherfucker’ at the top of his lungs on the playground, at least.
You love your children, truly. Especially ever since you finally got your baby girl. But it’s not like you were trying for one specifically anyway, if that’s what one supposes after finding out that you have four kids.
It just… happened. Happens. When your husband is away half of the year and his balls are so blue it’s concerning. Now the thing is, there are contraceptives, right? A big variety of them. And if you don’t want basics like condoms or pills, one of you could go under the knife. Definitely not you—Leon says that knives are for close encounters, not for you to go under. So that leaves you with a vasectomy option. The first time Leon scheduled it, he got called in to work. The second time Leon scheduled it, he got called in to work. The third time Leon scheduled it, he got called in to work before he could step inside of the building. The fourth time you scheduled it, Leon got called in to work three days prior. The fifth time Leon scheduled it, he did it.
That’s how you had Daisy. His vasectomy just failed.
At some point, you two just stopped trying to prevent anything. You were having a breastfeeding marathon, and even if there possibly were any ways to get you on some kind of a birth control that wouldn’t mess with your lactation and stuff, you didn’t want to try it. With every one of your four kids, you try to delay weaning for as long as possible. You know that it’s silly and unreasonable but you keep trying to gaslight yourself and your ovaries into believing that breastfeeding makes you infertile for a little while. You would keep successfully believing that—if your period didn’t finally come a few months ago. So now it was like Russian roulette. Or creampie slash breeding roulette.
Well, the good thing is that you didn’t have to worry about that for a while. Leon was away for work yet again and it’s been very, very long. You have no idea when he’s gonna be back, if he’s even gonna warn you a few days beforehand. Yeah, you know he’s gonna be back. Safe and sound. No other options allowed. You never even think about a possibility. Just pray, pray and… pray.
Aside from that, you don’t feel too sad about him taking a little longer than intended. When he’s gonna be back, it’s gonna be wild. He always is like that after being away for a long time. Pent–up. Lowkey. You’re not sure if you’re ready for that just yet. You’ve healed plenty, you’ve already had intercourse after your most recent childbirth but nothing can come in comparison to what Leon's gonna be like once he’s home. It’s not just the way he needs to simply take the edge off, it’s definitely not just physical—it’s more about connection. About missing each other. You know all that.
Doesn't automatically make your cervix ready to get bruised and your uterus filled with an onslaught of sperm, though.
You’ve been with Leon for quite a long time, seen him finally take over his demons and decide that he has every right to be in charge of his own life, even if it’s not fully possible in his line of work. He once joked about maybe giving you a kid so you’d never grow bored during his missions. So you haven’t been bored in years, indeed.
“Enough,” you chide your boys, gently shoving them upstairs. “C’mon, go get ready. You wanted to go play with Jimmy after lunch, not me.”
With them out of sight, you exhale, peck Daisy’s head while she busies herself on her playmat, and move back to the laundry room just in time to hear the washing machine go off. Laundry is probably your most favourite chore. This room is so tiny yet it’s so peaceful. Fits no more than a single person (but Leon somehow still fucked you in there once a few years ago). Just peace and quiet. A spot to hide in. Honestly, Daisy in the infant stage was easier to handle than all your boys at their current age combined.
You sort the freshly-washed laundry. This whole load was your daughter’s clothes only. She’s just so adorable, you just can’t stop buying her stuff. So you meditate like that for a little while, moving this whole pile to the drier. Today can’t get even better. All your boys are supposed to have a playdate with one of your eldest son’s friends. His mother is such a sweetheart. She lets your sons come over to her place like almost every day since she has just one kid and divorced. As a mother of four, you can’t imagine an offer better than that. So as soon as your boys are gone, you plan to put Daisy to nap and… exist comfortably.
Just when you’re about to set the ironing board to finally take care of your own clothes that you neglected for two days, you hear screams and stomps by the front door. Your heart sinks right away as your brain imagines the worst. Loud. Too loud. Someone definitely broke in. Three out of four of your children are currently getting kidnapped.
Fucking shits, can never understand ‘don’t open the doors unless Mommy said so’. Where the fuck is Leon’s gun safe, even? You don’t even remember how to use them, for Christ’s sake. Leon should’ve known better than trying to teach you self–defense back when you had the pregnanciest pregnancy brain ever.
Not wasting any more time, you run out of the laundry room as you are, disheveled, in a nursing bra and with puree stains on your shorts. In your eyes, that’d be enough to scare any offender away.
You freeze halfway to the hall room.
Should’ve gotten used to your husband coming back at the most inconvenient times, but no. Should’ve gotten used to the sight of your husband’s sinewy, bulky arms hoisting your kids up one by one every time he makes it through the threshold, and in fact you did. Your cunt is the one that didn’t.
Leon locks eyes with yours across the room and his lips stretch out in a grin. He looks way too clean for someone who’s been through the clusterfuck this mission you suppose was, no holster or gear in sight. You know him, you know that he prefers keeping everything work–related away from home. During your first years, you felt offended. He was so adamant on you being as clueless and oblivious as possible, and all his weird questions about FBI and all those weird abbreviations he named that you can’t even remember he asked you in the beginning now made sense later into your relationship. Leon just wanted someone ordinary. As civilian as possible. To give him home, to keep it home, to let him pretend that at least something in his life is usual, normal, to play house with him. Of course he had no choice but to explain to you who he was and what he did.
And you agreed. Stayed. You have never regretted it ever since. You just wish he was a little bit more open about his work trips. Not because you have a FOMO or because you feel like he’s putting up too many walls, you just… want him to let his guard down for at least once. To reflect. He made amazing progress throughout those few years. You honestly wouldn’t even think that this man you see in front of you now had battled alcohol abuse. All you see is your husband, who’s about to wreck your pussy in 3, 2, 1…
“Your friend’s mother is here,” Leon rasps to the boys even though his eyes remain glued to you. “Go ahead, don’t keep her waiting. Danny, grab your sister with you too, while you’re at it.”
You bite your cheek but can’t bring yourself to feel sorry about making this poor woman look after not four but now five kids. Especially when apparently you’re gonna be the one with five kids soon.
“But Dad! She’s, like, so annoying. She’s a crybaby! And she poops. And she hasn’t seen any of the Spider Man movies,” Daniel huffs glaring in direction of Daisy’s playpen; his eyes softening at the sight of his baby sister no matter how much he complains.
“Then me and your Mommy are gonna visit the baby store while you’re away to get you a new brother,” Leon grunts, his duffel bag going to cover the front of his pants for some reason as his gaze zeroes on the way you’re biting your lip.
Meanwhile Danny eats it up. “Really?” he gasps. “Mommy, Mommy, can you make sure that baby brother doesn’t poop and likes Batman?”
You squeeze out a noncommittal sound yet it works and before you know it, Danny pats your leg then Leon’s, gathers all his siblings up—and off they go.
The door closes leaving you and Leon all alone, the tension physically palpable. You can practically feel your nipples starting to strain against your nursing bra until you really take Leon in.
Then you groan.
“For Christ’s sake, did you lose your jacket again? No way, Leon.”
“Way,” he deadpans and before you even realize it, he picks you up easily like he has always been despite your ever fluctuating weight. “Way too bricked up to give a fuck.”
You swear you just blink — and you already are pressed up against the wall, your arms and legs reflexively wrapping around Leon. He thrusts up into you through the layer of clothes, making you feel every inch — no pun intended — of his boner.
Then one of his hands that doesn’t support your body unceremoniously yanks his own pants down until they're crumpled pieces of fabric hanging around his ankles. Leon kicks them off urgently; the next moment his lips are already locked with yours. His tongue forces its entrance inside, while his hands don’t waste any time and grasp the fabric of your shorts.
Leon pulls away from your mouth momentarily, eyes darting downwards for a second and you see the way his arms strain, a few grunts coming off his dry lips. Before you can ask him what he is up to, you both feel and hear the way the crotch of your shorts get torn apart, the fabric ripping with a snapping sound as poor threads give away under the force of his arms.
He pants, raising his blue eyes to look up at you from under his eyebrows. You look down to see the way the rest of your shorts are still wrapped around your thighs with the front missing, exposing your worn–out, plain gray underwear still intact.
Leon notices that, too.
“My bad,” he apologizes right away. “‘Scuse me.”
Then he slides his fingers underneath the cotton fabric, his knuckles brushing against your pubis, making your inner walls clench reflexively. Leon grunts some more, veins in his arms protruding with exertion as his fingers busy themselves searching for the seam.
“Got ya,” he squeezes out, finally finding it. “Here goes nothing.”
You feel his forearms flex once again, his limbs shaking with both endeavor and arousal. The next moment the gusset finally comes loose, hanging off. Your glistening core gets exposed to the conditioned air of the room.
You want to joke about how you had no idea that he had tactical training on how to rip off just the crotch of the clothes perfectly, but as soon as you open your mouth you gasp, feeling your legs getting thrown over his shoulders. The position feels weird, your lower body situated higher than your upper part, yet you don’t have much time to think about how you feel about that.
Because Leon’s nose nudges the seam of your cunt, inhaling deeply, and that sure as hell feels good.
“Hi, gorgeous. Missed you tons,” he mutters somewhere to your vulva.
You clutch his forearms as his face nuzzles your cunt, lips pressing desperate kisses as his tongue flicks out to trace your labia. “Pussy smells like home. Or… home smells like pussy. Either way, that’s fucking divine.”
Leon then pulls away from your cunt, not paying any mind to the fact that both his nose and lips are all shiny with your arousal now, and his gaze travels over to your clad breasts. He sighs, as if it’s the hardest thing he has to say in a while, before dipping his head and pressing a kiss to each swollen globe of your tits.
“I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you two next time. Missed you too.”
One of his palms then slaps your asscheeks one by one as he supports you steadily with his free arm. “You too. Couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
Finally, his eyes lock with yours. “And you. Of course. It’s always you. Could be pussyless, assless and boobsless and I’d still want you and love you as much.”
Leon then tilts, hands gently grip your back, bending you forward a little closer to your face so your ankles cross around his neck, and even though you quite literally are folded in half, you can’t bring yourself to care because his lips meet yours and that’s all that matters. It’s tender, vanilla even since he keeps his tongue to himself but it’s so reassuring combined with the words he said a few seconds prior that you melt into it right away.
You part and Leon hauls your legs higher to align his face with your pussy again. This time he dives right in without any warning, flicking your clit in greeting before he feels for your fluttering entrance, plunging his wet hot tongue right in.
You moan unabashedly, ain’t used to feeling anything inside of you after all this time of forced abstinence. You try to regain your bearings so not to come just from oral alone. But Leon doesn’t really let you. He circles your opening with his tongue, licking into it to just make you as wet as possible. He feels the way you clench every time his tongue slides in, feels how you struggle to get used to it.
You feel frustrated and too pent–up to think rationally. You know that even when he’s not the longest, he definitely is the thickest and all that girth forcing itself balls–deep sure as hell will just rip your poor cunt apart. You’re wet, but at the end of the day, your pussy ain’t a goddamn lube factory.
And you’re ain’t a goddamn saint.
“Just… spit,” you groan. “I don’t care, just spit and stick it right in.”
Leon would definitely lecture you, a grown woman, about your shortsightedness on a better day. On a day where his cock doesn’t stain his own briefs with sticky precum, that is.
Instead, he just holds you tighter with one arm, using another to slide his underwear down enough to free his aching dick and swollen balls. His shaft bobs out like a whack–a–mole, eager, ready and most definitely filled with concrete instead of blood. You’re almost ready to cry at your inability to touch it in your current position.
Without any warning, Leon spits on your cunt generously, mesmerized by the way his saliva glistens on your opening and by the way your hole clenches.
Leon then pats your thigh urgently, his voice a hoarse rasp. “Let go. Cunt too high, need to wrap you ‘round the waist. C’mon, before it dries off.”
You don’t even think a second longer, trusting him utterly. He would never drop you, he’d rather shoot himself. You untangle your ankles from him, his grip steady and secure. You move your legs to encircle his torso, finding support on his hipbones as your crotches finally align.
The tip of Leon’s cock pecks your lower abdomen, leaving a wet patch of pre on your skin. He groans from the way his dick connects with at least any part of your body. You lean onto the wall to feel more stable as one of his hands shifts yet again, spreading your wetness and the spit over your entrance.
“Slamming right in. Your idea, not mine. So don’t you whine,” he croaks out.
You nod even though you know full well you won’t just whine—you will wail. Leon’s never an easy fit, especially after such a long pause in wrecking your cunt.
You lick your lips while Leon quickly fists his cock a few times, slicking it with all kinds of wetness. His crimson head peeks out when he pulls the foreskin off and you watch entranced how the slit of it beads with precum.
You love his cock. Not just because it’s his — he actually got the prettiest dick of them all. You know every vein and curve by heart. You love it when it’s limp, you love it when it’s sporting a morning wood, you love it when it’s a semi.
You’d also think about how much you love it when it’s fully hard for you even though all you did is just walk into the room, but you lose the ability to think as soon as you get impaled on it.
Leon doesn’t tease you with just the tip; doesn’t even tap your cunt a few times like he usually does, getting off at the view of your two most sacred, intimate body parts all close and personal with each other. He just grips your hips and plunges balls–deep with one harsh thrust.
You swear you see stars. “Fuck me!”
Leon’s moans get drowned in your own, his eyes squeezing shut. Still, he manages, “That’s what I’m about to do.”
You pant, your cunt feeling almost numb but you’d take this over ‘nice and slow’ any day. At least he’s fully inside of you now. Nothing more to endure. Still, you’re honestly not sure if you’re gonna be able to work afterwards, and that’s not even an exaggeration. You look down and honestly you wouldn’t even be surprised to see blood, but luckily there’s none.
Leon doesn’t move, needing this breather as much as you do. He breathes through his mouth, his eyelids still shut, fingers still digging into your hips as he attempts to get used to the feeling of a hot snug cavern around his engorged member. You take a moment to look down at where you two are connected, not seeing much aside from the sight of your hole stretching so wide around his thick length that it forms a full, round ‘o’. Your cunt grips his cock tightly, its wetness dripping down the shaft. His full balls hang low, a wild tuft of dirty blond pubic hair already went from your pussy.
“You good? Didn’t rip anything?” he asks distantly, still breathing heavily with closed eyes.
“It’s fine,” you rasp out. “No blood or tearings at least.”
Leon’s gaze finally zeroes out on you. You feel his dick twitch inside of you, and that’s all the warning you get before Leon straight up loses it.
He captures your mouth with his, wild and messy, and before you get to enjoy the kiss, he pulls out until just the head of his cock is nestled within you, then he slams right back in. You moan into his mouth, clutching his shoulders tight, and all it takes for him to get into the pace is no more than four thrusts.
Leon pounds into your cunt like he hates you with burning passion and completely disrespects you. The good thing is that you love it like that.
You just part your lips against his and let any sounds flow away freely within the soundproof walls of your house. Amidst all the roughness, Leon’s hands slide up to cup your back so it doesn’t bang against the wall so painfully. The remnants of your shorts and panties still flail around your thighs, soaking with your joined fluids.
His teeth nibble your bottom lip, his wet forehead pressing against yours as his dick works in and out of you tirelessly as he rasps into your mouth, “Should’ve started taking prenatals while I was gone. Gonna fuck a baby into you, anyway.”
Against any better judgement, your cunt squeezes his cock tight the same moment your brain registers his words. Isn’t he right, though.
Leon feels the way you clench, a moan slipping out of his mouth. “That load is gonna be big. Felt like I got goddamn kettlebells between my legs, gorgeous. Not a fucking plan B pill would help, you’d need a goddamn plan C and D and whatever else plans they make.”
You know that this man, as virile as ever, could knock you up at forty–nine just as easily as he did before. You honestly don’t care, you haven’t had a single planned pregnancy amongst all the four. All you know is that you feel so good your clit throbs.
“Gonna fill you up, yeah?” Leon pants, his lips licking a stripe up your jaw, his dick drilling into you again and again and again. “Then we’ll wait and see. No fair we got a spare room. Need to populate every goddamn corner of the house.”
“Yeah,” you echo mindlessly, too cock–drunk to function. “Love babies.”
Leon growls, and you feel his cockhead so deep, just a bit shy of kissing the neck of your womb. “Oh, I know you do. Ain’t that perfect, baby? You love raising ‘em, I love making them. Who would’ve thought, huh?”
You cry out, nodding and digging your nails into his shoulders. “Perfect. You’re perfect, honey.”
His face softens and he presses a kiss to your cheekbone, never able to manage through his whole hard—fucker act without any slip–ups. “That’s it. We’ll have it any way you want it.”
You swerve your hips, grinding against his crotch and Leon groans, lightly spanking your ass. “Fucking tease.”
He works his cock deeper into you, further and further until it finally reaches your cervix.
“Right there,” Leon grunts, nudging the spot with the tip of his dick. “That’s where I’m gonna come.”
“Please do,” you moan out without even thinking. But it’s like Leon doesn’t need any more encouragement.
He speeds up, and at this point he’s just trying to make you both finish as soon as possible. Your throat feels too sore to even moan, so you just breathe through your mouth as your pussy swallows him whole.
You think to ask Leon if he’s close because with the way his face flushes and sweat beads at his temples, it can be any minute now. Once again, he beats you to it.
Leon’s left hand slips between your thighs, blindly finding your perky nub making you squeak and making him grin, “Ladies first.”
You feel too overwhelmed to focus on two things at once so you just narrow your world to the sensation of his fingers working your clit. He flicks it with his thumb expertly, rubbing in rough circles and enjoying the occasional throbs.
“You haven’t even touched yourself while I was gone?” You shake your head. “Poor baby. Should’ve told me earlier, we’d hire a nanny a long time ago. Mommy deserves a little me–time to flick the bean here and there.”
All those years of marriage rewarded you with an ability to get off his dirty talk no matter how fucking cheesy it sounds. Apparently, the bar is in hell because that single sentence basically does it for you.
Your pussy spasms around him, gushing and then clasping and unclasping repetitively. Leon growls low in his throat as if it’s him coming and not you. That only adds up to your orgasm.
You squeak out his name, the climax feeling so intense after a long break it feels just as overstimulating as it’s good. You weakly swat at his hand as your clit becomes way too sensitive to endure any more of his ministrations. Leon erases it immediately, his eyes filling with concern as he looks down at you.
“Are you okay? I could just jerk off—”
You shake your head limply yet defiantly. “Come in me.”
And who Leon is to decline. Moreover, for the first time in his life, he erupts before he can even control it. He couldn’t help it, not when his wife willingly, consensually asks him to flood her womb with his spunk. Probably his age finally catches up to him — Leon honestly doesn’t give a fuck.
He just feels his whole body shudder as he empties his swollen balls inside of you, ropes of cum landing exactly where he wanted them. Leon pants, feeling you go limp in his arms and he supports your sluggish body.
Still supporting you gently, he grips the base of his cock, locking eyes on where you two are connected, and starts moving his dick away from you only to see his jizz already oozing from your worn–out hole. He doesn’t think twice before he makes a few shallow thrusts, fucking his seed back into you.
Just to make sure, maybe he shouldn’t pull off at all.
Leon looks up at you to ask if you’re on board with that idea only to find out that you pretty much passed out right away. He can’t help but snort under his nose, expecting anything but this. He had no idea that sex could be so exerting. It must be the kids. He surely does need to get you all a nanny.
Sighing at the inability to get your consent, he gently pulls off, looking down at your battered cunt. The fabric hanging around your thighs looked like a saturated mess, making Leon wince. Clearly, he’s cleaning up for two today.
Anything to make sure you’ll be eating for two in a few months.
Leon tries to not let his eyes wander back to your pussy as he carries you upstairs, because he knows that as soon as he sees his cum leaking out of you, he’ll go fucking nuts — no pun intended — and he won’t be able to do much about it given your sleeping state.
His poor overworked baby momma.
After placing you on the bed tenderly, he takes in his surroundings properly for the first time as if not fully believing after all these years, that this is where he ended up. Having mouths that need to be fed, a body in his bed that he needs to keep warm, a house that needs to be paid for, a car that fits his whole family.
What most men run away from, he never thought he would not only want but get.
Leon catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror — and he likes what he sees.
A wedding ring and a birthday suit is a very good look on a man, most definitely.
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