Three’s A Crowd – Liam x MC

A/N: This started as a fluffy father’s day fic… but the kinky king is involved so some smut snuck it’s way in. Liam comes home to his girls after a month away. NSFW

Liam closes the door to his room with a soft thud, tiptoeing around the floorboard that creaks. He should have slept in a guest room and surprised her in the morning, but he couldn’t wait another moment to see her beautiful face. A month is too long to be away. It’s only 5 o’clock and the sun is just starting to rise, peaking through the thin curtains and illuminating her soft features. Five blissful years of marriage and she still takes his breath away.

He slinks into the bed, careful not to jostle her. She’s wearing one of his old hoodies from his alma mater, her hand resting on her swelling tummy. He’s not sure how he got so lucky to win her heart, but he thanks the universe every damn day for her and the three beautiful girls she has given him – well, four soon. He wants to reach out and smooth the furrow from her brow, but he stops himself, not wanting to wake her. He knows how tired she has been: shouldering extra duties as monarch in his absence, taking care of three rambunctious 4 year olds, managing Valtoria, all while 6 months pregnant with another bundle of joy.

“Shhh! Uncle Bastin said not to wake momma!” The unmistakable sound of little feet pitter pattering on the ground can be heard across the room. They all step on the creaky floorboard, shushing each other, and Liam has to hold his hand over his mouth to contain his laughter. God he missed this.

Mila crawls across the floor signalling for her sisters to follow her lead. She’s every bit her mother: stubborn as hell, bossy and a little spitfire. Ella is softer: shy, affectionate and sensitive. She’s an old soul, and so perceptive Liam often forgets she’s just 4 years old. Lili is most like Liam. She’s outgoing, very charming, curious and smart as a whip. It never ceases to amaze him how different they all are despite being born just minutes apart and spending every hour of their short lives together.

He sees the tip of their little heads at the foot of the bed, whispering (arguing) about who gets to check to see if momma left room for them to climb in next to her. Sophia always sprawls out on the bed, filling every inch of their king size bed she can with her tiny frame. It’s Lili who wins the argument, and when her head pops up she shrieks in delight, “Look! Daddy’s home! Daddy’s home!”

They all hop on the bed, forgetting that their mother is fast asleep, and jump into Liam’s arms, squealing in excitement, “We missed you, daddy! We missed you!” They pepper him in kisses and he can’t help but get lost in the moment until he feels Sophia stir beside him.

“Girls, go back to sleep mommy is tired,” she whines, eyes still closed, and Liam bends down to kiss her softly on the lips.

“Good morning my love.”

“Mmm, I must be dreaming. My wonderful husband isn’t due to be home until tomorrow afternoon.” Her eyes stay shut, but she is smiling wide, her hands reaching for him. He grasps them in his own and threads her fingers with hers, squeezing gently. Lili (he thinks – they’re identical in the dark it’s hard to tell) climbs between their joint arms and snuggles up to her mom, whispering in her ear, “Momma, s’not a dream. Daddy’s here.”

Sophia opens one eye and takes in the sight of her triplets now all sitting in their father’s lap. She pretends to scowl for being woken up, but her heart is bursting at the sight, deciding right then Liam is never leaving for a whole month again. “Did you let these little monsters in here?”

Liam throws his hands up and the girls giggle. “Uncle Bastin —”

“Ella! He said not to tell!” Mila puts her hand over her sister’s mouth.

Lili yawns, wrapping her arms around Liam’s chest. It’s contagious, as Mila, Ella and Sophia all yawn along with her. “Daddy, can we stay and sleep a little longer?”

Liam puts one hand on Sophia’s belly and the bends the other above his head to hold her hand. The triplets fill in the gaps so they’re all huddled close, and they drift off to sleep while the sun rises high in the sky. When he wakes, it must be close to mid morning. The triplets have gone, likely run off to start their day keeping the nanny on her toes. They are much like their Uncle Leo in that right. Liam is eager to take advantage of the rare moment alone.

He presses himself against his sleeping wife, twisting her hair with his fingers. He’s missed the fresh smell of her grapefruit shampoo, the way she wrinkles her nose when she’s dreaming, the feel of her silky skin against his own. He’s tracing circles on her tummy when she finally stirs.

“Hi baby,” he whispers, low and husky in her ear, rubbing his stiffening length against her. “I love you. I missed you so much.” Liam slides his hand under her – his – sweater, between her legs and gently strokes her folds through the fabric of her drenched panties. “I see you missed me too.”

Sophia moans softly, grinding her hips and feeling her husband’s cock straining through his pants. She parts her legs for him and bucks against his hand, begging for more friction. Liam slips his hand into her underwear, grazing his thumb over her clit, pushing two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out at a languid pace as he leans in to capture her mouth in a bruising kiss. She is panting when they break apart, rolling her hips against his thrusting fingers. He presses against her walls, curling his fingers, circling her clit until he feels a flush of wet warmth on his hand.

“Fuck me, Liam,” she cries, “Fuck me hard, baby. I need you. I need to feel you.” She rides out the high of her orgasm, writhing against his throbbing length until he can’t take it anymore. He fumbles with his belt and doesn’t bother to kick his pants off completely, needing to feel every bit of her around him right now. He sinks into her tight heat little by little, stretching her, and she clenches hard around his cock while he nibbles on the sweet spot behind her ear.

His movements are slow and measured, the sound of her wanton cries more beautiful than any symphony. “Fuck I missed being inside you, my queen” he growls, slowing his pace to a near stop, losing himself in the feel of her muscles contracting around him. She bounces up and down on his cock, urging him to move.

“Come on, baby, fuck me hard. Give it to me Liam.”

That’s all the encouragement he needs to start driving into her, his thrusts fast and deep. Their sweaty bodies slap together, and he roughly moves his hand under her sweater to grasp her breast, her nipple hardening under the pinch of his fingers.

“Oh my god, Liam. That’s so good,” Sophia bites down on her lip, shoving her face in her pillow to stifle her moans.

“Good girl, say my name. I want you to say your king’s name when you come.” Liam maintains his intense pace, playing with her fluttering clit, her juices slick on his fingers.

“Uugh baby please. I can’t… mmm,” she keens, her legs shaking between his.

Sophia,” he grunts, losing control himself. “I’m so close, so fucking–”

“Stop! Stop! Shh,” she jerks away from him and slaps a hand over his mouth, the other adjusting her clothes. “Listen… Do you hear them?”

There is a small knock on their door, and he can faintly hear the nanny arguing with their 4 year olds, trying to coax the girls away and stop them from barging in. “Daddy, Mila stepped on my toe, the one that ate roast beef,” Ella sniffles through the door. “Will you come out and kiss it better?”

“I didn’t step on it you put your foot under mine!”

Sophia giggles at their banter and Liam groans, laying back on the bed. “You can’t seriously leave me like this,” he motions to his cock still at full mast. “This is why we have a nanny.”

“You forget those three have security wrapped around their little fingers and they’ll be bursting in here in about 1 minute despite the best efforts of our nanny, so I suggest you run to the bathroom and take care of yourself if you don’t want to scar our children for life.”

“Three cock blockers and another on the way… Remind me again why we have so many children.”

“Because you’re a classic over achiever and couldn’t just put one baby in your wife at a time,” she jokes, slipping on a pair of sweat pants.

“How is it that I spend a whole month away and I’m still stuck jacking off when I’m finally home,” he grumbles, his wife killing herself laughing while he slinks off to the bathroom.

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