Word count: 3688

- Reader likes kids// wants kids// is loved by them.

- Abba being Abba, so kinda sulky in a way. ( poor thing needs love.)

Unplanned and Unexpected

The idea of a child to Leone had been unpalatable.

Perhaps the Younger version of himself that had been fresh off of the academy would have considered it.

Back then he had been young and stupid, so the idea of having a child, a wife...a family of his own.

- It had all been a possibility to him, maybe even an aspiration of his.

Fast forwarding, it had all changed, and the bright, inspiring colors of the world became bleak.

Once he was out and into the real world his views had changed drastically because he saw it for what it truly was, filthy and corrupt.

And even the sight of children made him recoil.

As unbothered as he'd been with them before, he now detested being near them.

Suddenly, the same children that would happily wave to him as he and his partner patrolled the neighborhood were the same ones that then made him curl his soft painted upper lip in disgust.

He couldn't help the grimace he made when kids came too close, or when they even had the nerve to get near and ask him stupid questions.

" - No! " he didn't want to see whatever stupid, little shit they had in their hand and wanted to offer him.

He didn't want to take what was in the sticky, grubby little thing, and he really didn't care how far along they could count.

How the hell was that even a feat when they could barely make it past 6?

" When I grow up... I want to be an officer too!" the little, dark haired boy said with a large smile, his grin stretching wide and at his side his mother smiled, cheering him on, all as Leone stared blankly at them.

Deadpan, he continued to stare down at the boy, because he had no idea what was ahead of him

'Good fucking luck,' Leone thought sourly as he watched them go, back to their blissful lives, while he, in turn had to go back to his meaningless title.

- the same one some dumb brat thought was worth dedicating his life to.

It was later that day, after that bitter musing that he remembered that when he was just a kid too, he'd had the same dream.

Leone Abbacchio had wanted to be a police officer since he'd been a child.

To protect.

To defend.

- To make the world a better place.

Just thinking about a filthy, little hand tugging at his hair now made him taste something sour.

'-Yuck.'

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So...how was it that he'd managed to end up with you?

Because it's like you'd been made to have kids.

Without a doubt if anyone was meant to be a mom, it was you.

The way you smiled at each one you passed was just frustrating. And the way they instantly brightened at your kindness was just as infuriating because it made him think about how much your own child would love you.

There was no doubt you'd be the parent that kid clings to, and the idea of you having a little kid cling to your leg, hugging you fiercely made him smile softly.

The world lacked kindness.

It liked compassion and a heart, but you didn't.

You had so much to give, and if anyone should spread more love, more of themselves out into the world, that was, bitter and ugly, it was you.

- to balance out all the ugliness.

After you, he thought about kids, briefly, he considered it before he remembered the distain he had for them, and much more how much of a shitty dad he'd be.

How could anyone look at him and think, 'Yeah, that guy would be a good father.

- The disgraced cop who was now some Mafioso really should procreate.'

the trip to the store had been one made to get some snacks, something to calm your sweet tooth, and his sudden desire for a beverage in the fruity category, and during that little adventure, you'd found a lost child.

He saw you occupy yourself with a little brat that had been crying at the store, left somewhere in between the candy isles that they'd more than likely gotten distracted with and migrated to while their parent's eyes looked elsewhere.

You were then knelt to the child, coming closer to their height while offering a gentle smile in response to the soft weeping, having all the patience in the world in spite of the stumbling words and hard sniffles of the little boy.

He watched you walk with them, kindly taking their hand and walking them to the registers where the young cashier responded with panic once he found out the child that had been presented to them was a lost one.

The teenager fretted, as a new employee, not knowing what to do, but certainly grateful you were there to sooth things over just a bit.

An announcement was made, and soon after their mother showed up.

It'd only taken three minutes before the kid's mom rushed through with a stroller being pushed, speeding across the store to retrieve her lost child.

Upon arrival, Leone could see the way your eyes widened at the sight of a baby, and he felt butterflies in his stomach, anxiousness settling in him.

- Maybe excitement too.

"Thank you so much!" the mother said with teary eyes as she embraced the found child, her arms wrapped tight around the boy. "I looked away for a second!" she huffed, obviously feeling guilty for the commotion, knowing she was more than likely being judged and trying to justify herself.

She seemed ashamed, but grateful none the less, and it was easy to forgive her given how genuinely worried she seemed.

She promptly thanked the couple as well as the store worker, and while you responded back graciously, waving it off as it was no big deal, Leone stood in silence.

He didn't think he needed any praise.

Why?

For what reason?

He hadn't done anything besides make the kid cry even more. In fact, things hadn't smoothed over until you leveled down to them, coaxing them to go with you to the front.

After, he looked away for a second, just one before he saw you rocking the baby, looking down at it with a pretty glow that made him feel inexplicably warm because even if he swore he didn't want one, he could wholeheartedly say that you looked damn good with one.

You then peeked over at him, and you had a pleading look that he noticed.

Maybe you didn't realize how obvious you were being, but he could tell you wanted one.

Even if you hadn't intended it, you just begged him for one.

- For even the consideration.

He swore he didn't want kids, said it left and right on more than one occasion, and while every so often he'd caught the downhearted look you wore, making him regret the words.

he'd quieted down, not repeating the sayings any longer, but even then he made certain to be cautious.

- Well, mostly.

because one night, he'd slipped up.

Of all the precautions he took, and for so long, he'd messed up so royally that it was just perfect to him.

- He was the master of screw ups after all.

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It'd been a tame, chilly night, one where he insisted you wear a jacket, or at the very least something thin to protect yourself from the short gusts of breeze that had presented themselves, but of course, you'd refused.

And as he expected, later in the night you were draped by his, something he had, had no trouble in giving up when he saw you rub your hands together to gather some heat, much more when he'd seen how much your eyes sparkled at the act.

He hadn't even waited for you to complain about the weather before he did it, and accompanied by the caring action was a soft sigh of annoyance from him, a little, 'I told you so,' also in company because he'd told you more than once to bring one because he just knew you'd need one.

- Honestly (f/n).

As you snuggled into his coat that smelled just like him, somewhat woodsy yet faintly floral at the same time, you smiled, so smitten by him that you let a soft sigh of happiness leave you before you pressed yourself close to him,

"Thank you Leone..." you cooed, a hint of smugness in the tone because you just knew his face was glowing red, the color only you could force out of him.

- As much as he tried to play it off, he was defiantly sweet.

"Yeah, yeah," he huffed, trying to act cool, trying to gather himself.

He could be romantic.

- Could.

He could be sweet too, but it came with fluster, because he'd yet to come to terms that he could be so tender with someone, and that the big bad Abbacchio Leone, who was someone you could hardly look at without offending, had a big soft side so tender it was nearly laughable.

He gave cute butterfly kisses and even giggled when they were given to him, the sweet sound music to your ears.

Sometimes, he softly hums you to sleep as your head lay on his bicep, and it's not without his hand touching your hair, idly.

Those are your lazy days, the most domestic ones that are actually repeated reoccurrences.

- You love it, and so does he.

"Thank you Leone," you said again in a much sweeter tone, latching onto him by locking your arms around his neck, standing on the very tips of your toes as he does you a little favor and comes down slightly.

He rolled his eyes at you, "Well I'm not going to let you freeze," he says with a touch of warmth, and the way he looks down at you gives you butterflies, his look alone lets you know he sees nothing but you.

"no?" you say with a tiny voice, batting your eyes at him.

"No," he replies back in the same baby talk, and he peppers little kisses over your face, smiling, certainly entertained by the soft smudges of lilac that lay over your cheeks and nose.

"Mmm...'m gonna warm you up," he murmurs filling your body with even more heat, the tingly kind that leaves your legs wobbly as your stomach is still a fluttering mess.

And like the sweetheart he secretly is, he swoops you up in his arms, and he carries you to the bedroom where he hardly gives you room to separate as he falls with you beneath.

"Signorina," he breaths, "I think I've got a way to warm you up," he suggested, his voice low and thick as his hands run down your hips and over your legs, and even while fully clothed he continues to enjoy touching you.

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As your silky walls squeeze him, milking him of every last drop as though it were your only purpose, he continues to kiss you, his faltering breaths not convincing him to part yet.

Even the air falls beneath you in importance, because to him, you are everything.

During that night the way you looked up at him was wide-eyed and dazzling, the soft breath you released a barely audible gasp that he faintly recognized during the moment of quiet motion where his final moves were slow, dying thrusts.

And after all of the seemingly never-ending mewls that had dripped from your softly bruised lips, there was nothing left but the soft exhale, and he would have teased you about it had it not been for one key factor,

'Oh....fuck...' he inwardly thought to himself as he slowly fell down from his high and realization settled in.

Once he was actually able to catch a good breath and find calm, clarity came through the thickened fog that had suffocated his better judgement,

"Shit..." he mumbled, the word leaving him in a low pant as his body slouched, the tension in his muscles slowly evaporating, all in spite of the growing concern and utter frustration he felt at the moment.

His eyes fanned close as his forehead pressed against yours, the sweat sticky flesh coming together in a strangely comforting way as he slowly brought your legs down from his strong, flexing arms.

They slid down the glistening limbs in a slow descent before they tiredly fell onto the mattress with little to no sound.

"...shit...." he lowly sneered as he slowly pulled out, the warmth that surrounded him, and continued to try and pull him back, forcing him to bite his lower lip, the sensation almost overwhelming as he continued to empty himself within you with no form of protection to prevent it.

his golden eyes then traveled down to the sight of your used snatch, watching as it glistened in the mix of both your arousal and release, a sight he'd never taken in because of how careful he'd always been.

Protection had always been a must for him, and he couldn't help but feel stupid because figures the first time you guys fuck around without any would be the one time he gives you what felt like the biggest load he's ever given.

His hand moved, thumb sliding over your slit, the pad gently moving over the moistened folds with interest glimmering in his eyes, and as he did so, your legs parted more.

In all your tiredness and worn-out bliss, your legs opened for him, and you let him eye you as he'd left you.

- Messy, dripping, and used, but ready for more of him.

You hummed softly, your (e/c) colored eyes still closed as you released a soft breath that carried his name out in a way he's never heard before.

The little purr turned into an even softer moan as he continued to tease you before slowly, his thick cream seeped from the little entrance.

He seemed transfixed on the scene even as he moved, the tiredness of before gone, even the anxiousness that had settled in suddenly gone as he crawled over you again, surprising you for a moment before you were lured into a needy kiss that was full of a devious tongue.

He felt feral, almost uncontrolled, and during the long, wet press his right hand traveled down to where you continued to seep, and his two fingers slowly teased your slick before slipping into your begging entrance, immediately being surrounded by the silken warmth that yearned for more of his favors.

The first returning thrust nearly stole your breath away, and you made a little choked sound as he started off with new found energy, not expecting it at all.

You then threw your head back into the softness of the pillows beneath you, your gasping mouth glistening with a a little trail of drool peering out.

"Enjoying yourself?" he teased, his every thrust deep and lasting, letting you enjoy each stretch and long press.

Again, your legs were spread apart, lifted by the crooks of his elbows and you let out a long whine as you struggle to hold still in his grasp as he moves himself into you like a starved man.

"Leone...!" you huff, your voice caught in your throat for a second, your hands that have been squeezing his strong shoulders moving, palms grazing over his flesh to land behind his neck where you pull your upper body up more and he dips his head down lower, letting you rest your nose within a river of long, sweet periwinkle.

"c-cum..." you manage to murmur, begging after having held on too long. "I want to...you...." you add on incoherently, the repeated spasms of your warmth making him shiver, your words sounding muddied to him as he listens on through his own failing sounds.

"- Please cum in me, please!" you repeat, the second time oozing with desperation, getting your point across and having no shame.

He growled, the thick, rumbly sound felt right at your lips as you pressed them to the base of his neck, right at his little, sweet spot now hued a soft tint of bruised red.

"In..."you breathed as your eyes fluttered close, wiggling your hips to somehow make him do so right then and there.

- you needed it.

His eyebrows furrowed and the straining muscles in his arms fully tensed as he continued to pump into you with a notable falter in between after you voice your desires.

you could feel his eyes on you, even while shutting yours you just knew the intensity of his glares.

- You knew how it felt to have them pierce you.

"Leone..." you moaned as your body continued to move with his thrusts, rocked by each one that had become unkind and rough.

"Please... inside..." you begged desperately yet again.

He'd done it once already...

"Cum inside," you reiterated, knowing he was almost close, the tell of it being how little he cared to mask his moans, and much more how harshly he thrust.

"Cum..." he breathed, "...inside you?" he added with a dark glare his words low, and snide.

'Do you have any idea what that means?' he thought to himself, his earlier suspicions of how you wanted a baby coming into mind.

'Stupid girl...wanting a brat with me...' he thought while continuing.

You made him think about it more and more, and in between his bliss a soft pang of something bitter sweet hit him as he mused over a thought he'd never dared to even ask himself,

'Do you think I'd be a good enough for one?

Is that why you stay?

....'Cause you think this will last that long?'

His arms felt as though they were withdrawing, but just his hand reached your ankles they held on,

"I'm gonna fill you up..." he promised you as he gripped each one and pushed them forward towards your body.

Your eyebrows rose high as they were suddenly forced up to a level over your shoulders, the little peep you released morphing into a sudden moan as he continued to dive into you in a new angle after he shifted himself.

You could then hear the repeated squelching your overused and overflowing wetness made as he continued to fuck you, the obscene sound accompanied by equally filthy mewls you couldn't control, and praises of his own that left you at that messy state.

Repeated plea's were accompanied by little, escaping tears as you were pummeled into at the new angle that's only purpose seemed to dig deep, setting aim for the perfect spot he'd need to coat in white.

"You've been wanting this..." he responded back while grinning, not asking, but just telling, knowing the answer by your expressions.

At that you squirmed and squeaked, your voice unable to push past a syllable before you cried out, holding onto his long hair and tugging.

"Yes! Yes!" you said while nodding your head fastly, and after a few more strokes he does.

And you hold onto him dearly , needing his warmth, wanting his big body to meet yours fully, because so much of him on you feels overwhelming.

It feels like too much, and not enough all at the same time.

"I love you, " you breath, your voice shaky, and your body is in the same feeble state to where you quiver weakly, having only enough in you to cling onto him dearly.

He's breathing hard, and he seems tired as all of the sudden adrenalin that had spiked in him and had you folded down fades off.

Slowly, he lets go of the strong grip he has on you, and your legs fall back down, staying pressed to the mattress with the same fatigue your entire body is weighed down with.

Leone smiles at you, the soft, nude peach of his natural lips making you smile back sweetly.