Jealousy
Re9!Leon Kennedy x reader
1.8k words — Summary: After a misunderstanding between you, Leon, and a handsy intern you caught climbing him like a tree, you decide to take this as an opportunity to re-train him.
Warnings: SMUT, fluff towards end, Sub!re9 Leon + passionate munch!re9 Leon idgaf, dom!reader, fem!reader with afab anatomy, oral sex (fem receiving), squirting, dry humping, coming in pants, old Leon down horrendous for his partner, mentions of leash and collaring, dirty talk, possible OOC Leon
Author’s note: I wrote this at 2 am then blacked out and had no memory of what I was writing. Upon rereading I’m literally clutching my pearls idk what kind of demon timing my tired self is on 😭😭😭😭 enjoy this overly freaked out fic
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Leon could come right now, just from fucking into the bed while your thighs squeezed his head mercilessly. Your sheets were sure to be ruined as his clothed cock—leaky as a faucet—rubbed against the fabric with every strained pass of his hips.
He wanted to do this every day. He wanted you every day. Shit, the more he thinks about it, the more he does feel like he’s about to come as he devours your pussy.
You took the lead tonight, pent up and particularly pissed after visiting Leon at work for lunch, only to find an intern all over him, hands clasping onto his shoulders suggestively. Despite his reassurances that she ‘surprised’ him and explanations of how he ‘tried to shut her down’ in the argument that followed later that evening, you were convinced he was losing focus. Now, you’re using this as an opportunity to re-train him.
As punishment for being “distracted,” (though eating your pussy is the last thing he considers punishment), you put Leon on his knees and ordered for him to ‘fix it,’ followed by: “You’re gonna make me come at least four times before you can even think about palming your cock.”
You promised to have him pussy whipped and aching. You’ve made good on your promise so far.
He’s made you come three times by spearing his tongue and fingers into you for the past hour, all while he’s been left high and dry. God, he wishes you’d let him finish—he’d spurt every rope of his cum into his boxers at your very command, then happily continue to drown himself in your soaking cunt. Every time his breathing gets just a bit too heavy—a telltale sign that he’s close—you pull him away from your pussy and slip your tongue into his mouth instead, only releasing the kiss when you know he’s not still at risk of blowing his load.
Leon is simultaneously in heaven and hell. Your slick pours steadily into his mouth like ambrosia, insatiably greedy with your cunt. Every taste he gets of you draws low, desperate moans from his throat that vibrate directly into you. His hands tighten their grip on your plush thighs and ass for more leverage, somehow pulling you even closer to him.
How can you think he doesn’t pay as much attention to you anymore? How could he possibly think about anyone else when he’s so completely at your mercy?
Picking up speed in time with the increase of your pornographic moans, he latches his lips around your clit and sucks harshly. Your back draws tight like a bow into an arch off the bed, hands exhaustedly gripping Leon’s graying locks of hair for stability—which only makes his cock throb and spurs him on further.
Through whines and pants, you manage to sigh out, “I’m gonna come.” You shamelessly grind up into Leon’s relentless mouth, falling apart as he continuously switches between thrusting into your pussy and licking stripes up your folds.
“‘M yours to use,” he slurs, muffled against you because he refuses to fully pull away from you. “Come alllllll over my face. Make a mess on me, sweet girl.”
Leon’s positively filthy words, paired with a particular swirl of his tongue on your clit, has you careening off the edge, blinding white pleasure pulsing throughout your veins. As you come down completely spent, you vaguely register the string of curses you let out as you tug strongly on Leon’s hair, followed by a louder, broken groan from Leon himself.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. The second you gush squirt onto his mouth and chin, Leon is coming in his boxers before he can even will himself to hold off. He continues to twitch against the bed with every rope of cum he shoots, releasing near pained whines into your pussy. He drops his forehead against your lower stomach while the shocks of both of your orgasms subside.
After the tension is fully loosened from your bodies, he lets himself rest more deeply on your stomach for a while, tilting his head slightly to press his cheek against you. Pure bliss settles into Leon’s chest—and recovering cock—as he softly kneads your sensitive thighs with his hands, the cold press of his wedding band making you shiver. Everything is peaceful for a moment, until he tenses against you in realization.
He disobeyed you. He came when you specifically told him not to—the stickiness of his boxers makes it apparent. In the calm of the room, your softening breaths, and the white noise of your bedside fan, he hopes you’re too dazed to notice anything. If you did, he was sure you wouldn’t let him come again for a week.
All is forgotten as you sink deeper into the bed, pulling Leon up to rest his head on your chest and running a gentle hand through his hair. The motion calms his worries, a contented, puppy-like sigh slipping out from his mouth. He buries his face in your tits like they’re his salvation.
Thank God his badass coworkers can’t see him now.
His coworkers. Leon’s mind flits to the new intern whose name he can’t remember that he’ll definitely be reporting to HR. He eventually breaks the comfortable silence with the topic you both were avoiding, lifting his head to see you. “I really wasn’t doing anything with that intern.”
He can see you visibly deflate under him at his millionth reassurance. “Never had eyes for anyone but you, I promise,” he grabs your left hand to press a kiss to your ring, “you’re it for me.”
You blow out a breath through your teeth, eyebrows furrowing in exhaustion rather than irritation. “I think I’ve known that all day. I just…you’ve been gone so much on these ‘missions’ you ‘can’t talk about,’ and seeing you with someone else scared me, even if I knew you weren’t interested in her,” you glance away from Leon, “I wanted something to be angry about. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. You’re it for me,” he repeats, tilting his head to keep eye contact with you. He only relents when he gets a smile to crack onto your face, dropping his head back to your chest.
Though he reverts back into an empty-headed state at first, he suddenly grows more embarrassed of himself as his post-orgasm brain fog clears. Leon is a very serious, very official pushing-50 DSO agent, and you made him come in his pants like he was an inexperienced 21-year-old again, then coddled him afterwards.
The worst part, he thinks, is how much he likes it. You, in all your angelic glory, are the only one he trusts enough to act like this with—he’d let you have your way with him any time you want. He can feel himself flush at the thought of coming to your workplace and being kept under your desk. Nearly the entire top half of his body heats up as he pictures you, hard at work but slipping in composure while he fervently laps at your clit.
Much to his chagrin, you notice the pink tint dusting Leon’s ears that are illuminated by moonlight coming from the bedroom window. Confused, you’re about to sit up and question him when your naked thigh accidentally brushes across the damp spot on his crotch. Another tense moment passes before he can tell that knowing, smug look you wear every time you know you’ve worked him up is spreading across your perfect features. He feels the vibrations of laughter rumbling from your chest before he hears it. “Leon.”
Unsure of what to do, Leon moves to dive into your neck, letting out a hum in response that he hopes sounds casual as he plants kisses along the column of your throat. He’s hoping you’ll drop whatever you’re about to start, but he knows with absolute certainty that you won’t.
“Did you come just from going down on me?” you do your best to stifle another snicker, but it bubbles up from your throat anyways.
“If I say yes, will you hold that against me?” He rumbles against you, clearly sheepish.
You ponder for a moment before shrugging noncommittally, “I technically should…but you know I’m bad at holding grudges.”
“You’re an everyday saint, baby,” Leon muses as his hand finds your chin, pulling you gently into a chaste kiss. “Y’just taste so goddamn sweet,” he mumbles against your lips in between continued pecks, “Can’t blame a man for being attracted to his wife.”
“Guess not,” you grin as you loop your arms around his neck, “It’s sexy, anyway. I like you a little pathetic.”
Leon, very lamely, tries to feign nonchalance over your words with a corny quip, “Next thing I know, you’ll have me in a collar with a matching leash.”
“Don’t give me any ideas,” is all you say, sounding as serious as ever aside the teasing lilt Leon had in his voice.
“You are a perverted freak, you know that?” He lets out a breath of amusement, brushing his nose against yours. Even as he makes fun of you, heat crawls up his neck at the visuals his head is suddenly filled with. A leash would look good in your hands…
He leans in, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he speaks lowly, “You can restrain me however you want. Pretty sure it comes with the whole marriage deal.”
“Of course, I remember that in the vows. In between the sickness and health part, right?” You quip, before realizing that you just made a stupid quip. “Oh god…I’m turning into you. I’m corny and old.”
Leon can’t help but fully laugh into your ear, giving your ass a taunting squeeze. He doesn’t miss the nearly imperceptible moan that escapes from you at the action. “This corny old man just made you squirt on his face, and he’s gearing up to do it again.”
Your legs slide up his to lock around his waist, pressing your palms against his hard chest, “right, you owe me one more orgasm, plus an extra for coming early,” a sly smile stretches across your features again. “I’ll be sweet enough to let it slide for now, but if you do it again I’ll make sure to keep you so pent up this week that you’ll come just from looking at my pussy.”
He can’t get enough of you, cock already stiffening against you once more. With his renewed ELPIS anecdote energy, he hasn’t been able to control himself. You invade his thoughts and senses to an overstimulating degree. “Well,” he begins as he grabs your ankles to delicately remove your legs from around him, before making his descent back to where you’re dripping for him. “you are the boss.”











