Work Text:
Chris never paid much thought to his future since joining the BSAA. He had such a risky job, he learned quickly he had to just go day by day, careful, and hope to make it past another mission. That changed just a little bit when he met you. It was a cliché meeting—you were an analyst for the lab with the BSAA, and you ran into Chris on your way in for an early morning start to the day. You literally ran into him. You weren't paying attention as you flicked through a folder in your hands, only for it to be knocked out of your hands and for you to fall back. Only for the brick wall of a man in front of you to catch you by the wrist and pull you up so you didn't fall. He steadied you easily, eyes wide. He uttered apologies as he kneeled to pick up your papers, handing them back in a messy pile. Then on, he was obsessed. He knew. He finally had the feeling of an immediate click.
Anyways. Fast forward a few years, and you're fast approaching your third marriage anniversary after getting married two years into your relationship. Everything was perfect. You had gotten a different job that kept you busy, but less stressed, he moved you into his house when you two got engaged, and now, he had you and Buddy to come home to. His loyal rescue dog and his beautiful, loving, caring wife. His world was finally all together. That's what he thought until recently.
Recently, when seeing families in public, his heart aches. Not because he's unhappy. Not because he'd ever leave you for another. But because he wants a baby. He wants to truly, 110% complete his life. Maybe two babies. Twins? One girl, one boy. Just to even out the household. But he had yet to talk to you about it. The day he planned on discussing it with you, he was called short notice for a mission.
During breakfast on his day off.
He cursed the gods and the fates, pissed off that they couldn't even wait for tomorrow. But no. He had to leave. So he went and packed with a lack of energy, already prematurely exhausted. On his way out, you stopped him with a bag of food for him.
"Here. Take this. It's not much, definitely not anything great, but it'll get you some nutrients while you're gone." You insisted.
"I'll be gone for a day, two if things don't go right." He stared at you.
"Yeah. Take the damn bag." You grabbed his hand and made him take the little bag of fruit and granola bars that would help him.
"Honey—"
"Just because you can go days without eating doesn't mean you need to. You know this." You frowned deeply.
"I know." He sighed, setting the bag down and leaning in to wrap you in his arms. You accepted the hug, letting him squeeze you and lift you off the ground, holding tight.
"Come home to me." You murmured, inhaling the smell of his bodywash and cologne as you tucked your nose against his neck.
"I always will." He breathed, closing his eyes as he set you back down, pulling away just enough to kiss you, gentle and slow. He felt terrible as he pulled away.
"If things go wrong, have someone call me. You know the drill."
"Of course. But nothing is gonna go wrong. I'll be home in a day, and I'll be back to love on my pretty lady some more." He reassured, smiling softly as he made an effort to soothe you with his cheesy flirting skills.
"Go on. You'll be late." You sighed, leaning in for one more kiss before he retracted, lifting your hand to kiss your ring finger and middle finger—where the two most important rings he ever bought laid. Your wedding ring, and the promise ring he bought you for your first year anniversary.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
The parting was always bittersweet. You knew he'd come back. The shorter missions weren't as scary for either of you. You'd always fear, but he promised. He never breaks his promises, you reminded yourself.
Two days later, Chris trudged through the door of your shared house, exhausted and dirty. He dropped his bag, kicked off his boots that had been untied since he got into his car, and made his way to find you after Buddy had come to say hello. He circled the corner of the kitchen, looked into the dark bathroom, and finally, he found you in your shared bedroom, just getting home from work, he assumed.
You turned at the sound of him, smiling widely and meeting him halfway as he opened his arms and engulfed you. You had to bite back a groan because he always smelled a little gross after missions, but he knew not to linger too long when he did.
"I missed you, I love you, but I know I need a shower, so wait for me?" He asked softly.
"I need a shower, too."
"Care to join?" He grinned.
"If I ever say no to that, I want you to take me out back and shoot me, because that ain't me."
He chuckled at your words, watching you giggle at your own joke. "Then let's go." He urged, reaching out to pat your butt before he went to undress so he could drop his dirty clothes in the hamper, stepping into the bathroom that connected to the bedroom.
You followed shortly after, joining him once he had the shower warmed well enough. Given the circumstances, Chris washed his body before anything, ensuring that he was fully clean and scrubbed before he finally moved to lather his hair with shampoo. While he did that, you went to wash your own hair. Chris didn't take very long to clean himself, so by the time you were letting your conditioner soak, he was pretty much done. So he waited patiently. He watched, admiring the way you moved like he wasn't even there. It used to get him a little hot and bothered, but now it just makes him all kinds of emotional when he thinks about the fact that you trust him so goddamn much that you can go about everything, even washing your body, like he wasn't even there. It used to be awkward for you, back when you two first started getting intimate, but not anymore.
Oh, Chris was doomed. By the end of the shared shower, Chris was plagued with all kinds of arguments in his head for why he needed to have a baby with you. Marriage, immense trust, love, etc. He had every argument in the book. Of course, if you said you didn't want to, or you weren't ready, or you'd rather adopt, he'd never force anything.
But fuck, it was getting really hard not to mention it. Later, you were preparing dinner. It was later than usual, so the sun was long gone behind the horizon, kitchen and living room curtains closed so people couldn't look in and see things. Lucky that was the routine because Chris came up behind you, hands grabbing at your hips, his own hips pressing into your backside from behind. You paid no mind, humming at the warmth as he leaned down to start mouthing softly at your neck, hands working their way under your shirt.
"Hey!" You giggled as his hands tickled your sides unintentionally, swatting his forearms.
"What? I told you I'd be back to love on my wife." He chuckled, pulling you back in—tighter this time.
"Yeah, but you don't usually.. feel so impatient." You observed, only half bothered by the behavior. "Most of the time, you'll wait til I'm not at a hot stove."
"Yeah.." he murmured. "I just couldn't wait tonight. I wanted to show you how much I missed you. Especially since our day off got interrupted." His hands squeezed, moving down to your thighs as his back pressed into you, his body bending slightly as he moved to gently nudge your legs apart. You gasped slightly, feeling him straighten up and press his hips into you from behind once more.
"Chris—" You turned your head to look up at him, but he hid his face in your neck. "What's gotten into you tonight?"
"I'm sorry." He murmured. "I know it's so sudden. I don't usually do this. I just really, really, really missed you. And I... may have recently wanted to propose an idea.." he barely mumbled, kissing against your neck as he slowly, shamelessly bucked his hips against you.
"What—mmh—what idea?" You murmured, reaching forward with a shaky hand to turn off the burner so you didn't burn the food.
"I wanna have a baby." He finally admitted.
"What?" You tensed slightly.
"I want a family. You are my family, I know, I just... I've been really wanting a kid. With you. And it's gotten really bad because that was all I could think about during my mission—coming home and making sure you'd give me a baby of our own. A kid to raise together." He soothed his hands down your back, kissing to the nape of your neck.
"Fuck, Chris, I—.." your words melted into a low moan as he sucked a faint bruise into your skin.
"Please tell me you'll give me a baby. Lemme make you a mama." He breathed.
"You just wanna have sex raw." You teased quietly.
"No. No. I want a baby. With you. I've wanted kids for so long now." Chris pulled back and flipped you around, making you look up at him. "Can we try?" He paused, watching your face. "Please?" He whispered.
"Fine. But only becau—" He cut you off with a deep kiss, making you squeal into his mouth as he hoisted you onto the counter beside the stove. You gasped when he pulled away, kissing down your neck and slowly kneeling down as he pushed your shirt up to kiss his way down, stopping to kiss at your lower belly.
"I promise you won't regret it." He muttered.
"At least take me to the bedroom, you dog." You pushed his head back to stop him from advancing. "There's food on the stove, dummy."
"Sorry." He frowned, a little embarrassed at his own lack of awareness, but listened within seconds. In the blink of an eye, you're in the bedroom, being laid delicately on the bed and Chris is already discarding your sweats, throwing them to the end of the bed as he settled his head between your legs to kiss softly at your thighs.
"Chris," you breathed, a hand reaching down to lay on his head as he worked his way up and stopped just short of your core. He looked up at you, ensuring you were still on board. You nodded, a little desperate given his proximity. He pulled your panties aside and kissed your clit, taking the little nub into his mouth, suckling softly.
You mewled, brows furrowing as your thighs twitched. Two fingers prodded at your entrance, inserting slowly as he worked you up with his mouth. His tongue lapped at your clit, forming a point and flicking back and forth before sucking harshly. He pumped two fingers back and forth, curling upward to press deliciously into your g-spot. You moaned louder, back arching. Your hips ground upward into his touch, body already shaking. He looked up at you, eyes glassy from not blinking. Your head fell back, a longer, louder moan leaving you.
"Chris, fuck—fuck!" You gasped, grasping at his short hair as he worked desperately to get you as close as possible, while also working you open with his fingers so you could take his cock. Soon, he added a third finger, just barely stretching you enough.
"Chris, please, don't stop," you panted, brows knitting tighter together.
He stopped. Well, came to a gradual stop. His fingers eased, his mouth became gentle. You gave a low whine when his fingers pulled back, and he lifted his head. "Don't worry, I'll give you more than enough tonight." He mumbled, kissing his way back up to you, pushing your shirt up to let your breasts free. He was so glad you never wore a bra at home. Made it much easier to grab and squeeze, like he was doing now. He palmed both breasts roughly, kneading the flesh as his lips found yours, slow and rough.
He shuffled himself around slightly before his hips pressed against yours, making you squeak slightly as his clothed length pressed against your sopping pussy. His hands came down to spread your legs wider, pushing them upward to where your knees pressed to either side of your chest. You felt so exposed—he had never put you in such a vulnerable position in bed. You looked up at him as he pulled back to breath, huffing softly as he pressed his forehead to yours.
Once your legs remained in position for the time being, he reached down, undoing his pants and pushing them down with his boxers. He shifted until he could kick the fabric away, pressing in closer. He was practically suffocating you in the best, most attractive way you'd ever thought of. He lined himself up and brought both hands back to the underside of your knees, keeping you in place as his tip nudged its way in, eliciting a soft whimper from you and a shaky moan from him.
"Fuck. God, you feel so good." He hissed slightly, letting your walls relax before he pressed in further. A choked sound left you, back arching slightly.
"S-slow, Chris.." you whined. "'S too big." You looked up at him, and he chuckled softly.
"It's okay. I know, sweetheart, but it gets really hard to control myself when I know I'm about to fuck you full 'til I can't anymore." His dirty words made your walls flutter, and he relished in the sensation, head falling forward. You relaxed once more, and he pressed firmly into you, bottoming out deliciously with a deep, guttural growl, mingling nicely with your cry of pleasure.
"Oh, god," your voice shook, eyes closing as your walls fluttered around his girth.
"You're already taking me so perfectly." He purred, head dipping to nudge against your neck, kissing softly at your shoulder. "Made for me, to take my cock." His lips trailed down, finding your collarbone. "You ready, sweetheart?" He nipped at your skin, making you groan faintly.
"Uh-huh." You exhaled, eyes blinking at him as he pushed himself up a little, only to drop more weight into you from his upper body. His hips lifted, heavy cock dragging out until it was just his tip, the weight of his hips dropping back in. A loud moan fell from your lips, head falling back as your hands came to clutch tightly at Chris' shoulders.
He started slow, his heavy breathing and groans muffled by your neck as he nipped and kissed and kept his noises as minimal as possible so he could hear you and the messy sounds of his balls slapping against your ass, the lewd squlech of his cock bottoming out inside of you with every thrust. Your moans only got louder as his thrusts more insistent—insistent in the way that he felt desperate to make himself finish. Selfishly, he knew it, but he just had to give you enough. He had to make sure it took the first time, knowing how impossibly impatient he is.
Gradually, he increased the roughness first, giving slow, impossibly deep thrusts, each kiss of his tip to your cervix eliciting a squeak from you as you bit your lip, clinging onto him with your nails digging into his back over the fabric of his shirt. His own eyes rolled back, visible to no one thanks to his position of his head tucked away. Chris halted only momentarily, his knees pushing upward to hold a position so you, nor him, could shift away or squirm. Once his knees were set, he resumed, faster.
"Oh—hoo-oh fuck!" You cried out, eyes rolling back and chest heaving with heavy breaths as you felt him bring one hand down, hovering between your thighs before his thumb found your clit. You twitched, body stuck between choosing melting and tensing, just a little overwhelmed by the intense fucking combined with the precise, rough circles of his thumb massaging your clit.
"Come on, sweetheart, 'm right there with you." He huffed, lifting his head just enough to find your lips in a messy, hardly coordinated kiss. "Cum on my cock for me. Give it to me." He barely mumbled, holding onto your thigh with his other hand tightly before he felt your body lock up momentarily, mouth falling open in a silent scream of pleasure. The silence from you fell into a series of squeaks and moans as he fucked you through your high, chasing his own easily. He truly was right there because just as yours eased, his was already filling you, thick spurts of his load spilling right up against your cervix as he stayed buried balls deep inside of you. Much to your surprise, he pushed through his own oversensitivity, and he was already moving to start up another round.
You gasped, hands coming to his front. One hand pressed to his chest, the other falling downward to grab his wrist as he resumed the movement of his thumb. You stifled a cry, brows furrowing as he strummed roughly against the puffy bundle of nerves.
"Ha-aah! God, wait, l-let me—"
"Mm-mm." He shook his head, looking down at you. "'M not done. Gotta make sure it takes tonight."
"Can't you—ah! Chris!" Your back arched, nails digging in at his wrist and chest where your hands clutched tightly, eyes rolling back as his hips rolled into you, your thighs trembling.
"'S okay," he leaned down to mouth at your jawline. "You can take it. You know you want to. I can—mmh—I can feel you, sweetheart. Feel you squeezin' my cock like you'll die without it." He mumbled roughly against your skin, thrusts adjusting to where his hips lifted fully out, slamming all the way back in. You cried out with every thrust, his fingers still working tirelessly at your clit.
Your thoughts turned to mush, ears filled with the filthy sounds of skin slapping, grunts and groans, moans and mewls, lewd squelching, and sounds of wetness from your mixing fluids. "Chris," you whimpered, eyes rolling and then falling shut, moans being pushed out of you with every smack of his pelvis against yours.
"You're so good for me." He panted, breath hot against your neck and collarbone as he lazily kissed and licked all along your exposed skin like it would help the cause. "So sweet. So willing. So fuckin perfect." His groan melted into a whimper, a vulnerable sound that made you melt. Your pussy squeezed, and he gasped slightly. "Fuck, you gonna cum again? You like it when I say that stuff?" He gave a raspy chuckle, looking down at you as you nodded, lips squeezing shut to try and muffle your own sounds. "Say it, sweetheart. Tell me what you like."
"Fuck, you kn-know I like it." You stammered, breath catching as he pinched your clit lightly, just a tease for you to spill what he wanted to hear. "Yes, yes! Yes, I love i-it, Chris. Love it when you praise me." You whimpered, hands coming up again to find his shoulders, tugging him down so you could hold onto him. With his arms hooking under your knees, he wrapped his arms around you from above, lifted your hips a little, and doubled his pace.
"Good God, how'd I get so fucking lucky?" He panted, arms squeezing around you. You cried out, head falling back. "Cum for me. Please. Just one more time. 'S all I need, baby." He pleaded softly, hips angling a touch lower so he could properly hit your g-spot every time his hips thrusted back and forth.
"C-cumm—inngh!"
You fell apart within seconds, body locking and twitching in his hold as his own load spilled into you again, weaker than the last, but lasting longer as he worked desperately to get every last drop out. He didn't stop until your walls stopped their quivering, until he felt your breathing become more even.
When he finally did pull out, his body pulling away and letting yours fall limp on the mattress, he pulled all the way back and watched the cum seep out. The sight alone could've triggered a third round, but he settled for now. He could see you were too tired, too sensitive. He reached out, two finger scooping the cum upward and pushing it back in with a lewd squelching sound, making you stifle a cry of embarrassment as you moved to hide your face and close your legs. You felt him use his fingers to try and push it all as high as possible. He knew it wasn't necessary—he wasn't stupid—but the sight and sensation of his cum, finally, being deep inside his gorgeous wife, it just made him feel a new kind of satisfaction. When you reached down to push his hand away, he listened, using his mouth to clean his fingers before he pulled you to sit up in his lap. He held you gently, playing with your hair and rubbing your hips as he kissed your neck and shoulders.
"Mmh," he exhaled slowly. "Can't wait to make you a mama." He squeezed tighter, inhaling your scent and relaxing.
You gave a sleepy giggle, leaning all the way into him, eyes closed. "I think we'll make good parents."
"Long as you stay, it'll be okay." He whispered. "I just need you."