After a long day of playing the hero once again, all Leon S. Kennedy wants to do is go home. He’s tired, sore, and worst of all- pent up. He hasn’t seen his beautiful wife in weeks and there’s only so much a man can do with a picture and his free hand. So what’s the first thing he does after traveling a million miles and getting back home? Finds his wife and has a much needed round…. Or 3!
Warning(s): MDNI (18+ only), P in V, oral (m and f receiving), spanking, mild choking, nicknames (sweetheart, baby, love), unprotected P n V (wrap it before you tap it!), dirty talk, manhandling, hair pulling, yearning, jerking off, foul language, a bit of rough sex, Leon being down bad for his wife, praise, malewife era, aftercare, and clingy Leon
Leon has had enough of this bullshit.
It’s been weeks now and for the past few days all Leon has wanted to do was go home. Home to the comforts of his bed with the sheets his wife had specifically picked because she knew that they were his favorite color. To the large backyard where their dog had more than enough room to play. Home to the smell of his wife’s cooking that always had his mouth watering the second he stepped through the doors. To the smell of early morning coffee after a long night out. Home to the sound of the tv running some silly tv show that neither one of them had any interest in watching. He missed it all.
But most of all, Leon just missed his wife.
No doubt about it, Leon S. Kennedy was a man so deeply in love that it was almost nauseating to watch. On the outside he was a levelheaded, serious, no-nonsense kind of guy who takes his job seriously. Sure he would shoot off a one-liner or two, but no one doubted his ability to get the job done or doubted how he always manages to pull it off by the skin of his teeth. He had built his entire career on proving himself to the big leagues after the Hell he experienced back in Raccoon City. Showed he wasn’t to be trifled with when he successfully brought back Ashley Graham from Spain after years of training.
However, the moment anyone mentions his wife or asks who his “special someone” might be, that stoic man is gone. Flown out the window on a magical fucking rainbow that just so happens to take him to a pot of gold. That man is so whipped for his wife. If he wasn’t careful he’d talk about you for hours- days even if given the chance. That man is obsessed with you that it’s almost scary, but in a sweet, Leon-only kind of way.
He always calls you whenever he has the opportunity (whether in a hotel room or during an interrogation) and makes sure you’re okay. While away for long periods of time he pulls out the wedding picture of you in your gown that he took without you seeing that he has safely tucked away in his wallet. Or on the few occasions he was free he’d check his phone to see where you’re at with the tracking app he had you install for him. It was a way to keep in touch and to see if you were safe, or so he says. Whenever he’s back in the States and has to be in the office, Leon would ask you to come and have lunch with him because he missed you- even though you literally saw him less than a few hours ago. On the days he has off that man clings to you like a koala. We’re talking about clingy here! He’ll wrap his arms around you any chance he gets. Whether you’re cooking, cleaning, folding laundry, using the bathroom you name it that man has to have at least one hand on you at all times. You’ve never complained to him about it and Leon was so grateful to you for it.
And let’s not forget to mention the amazing sex either! This man has learned your tells by now. Knows what buttons to press and can tell how much you enjoy it just by the sounds you make. He’s mastered the art of pleasing you so well that he almost deserves a certificate for it. You even brought it up to him as a joke once. He of course laughed and said he only wanted to make you happy, but he didn’t deny the idea of it. Even joked about hanging it in his office, just to tease you. All in all Leon was a happy man with a beautiful wife that he always looked forward to seeing whenever he got home.
But life wasn’t perfect, it never was in this line of work. He was gone most of the time and rarely came home for more than a month or two before he was shipped off again. It kills him every time he had to walk out that door, to see your silhouette from his rear view mirror. That was why he was so determined to wrap this party up as quickly as possible. Leon was tired. So very, very, very tired. His body ached, his muscles were screaming at him from over exertion, he hadn’t eaten a decent meal in days, and worst of all- he was horny.
Extremely, painfully, knee jerking horny.
On the nights that he did sleep, the only thing Leon could see was you. You wearing his shirt and nothing else. The curve of your thighs as they straddled his hips. The smooth, creamy skin that he loved to bite and lick and suck. The way his clothes look so much better on you than they ever did on him. But you looked even better with nothing on.
In his dreams he would take his hands and run them up your hips, to your waist, then back up your spine until both are cupping the back of your head. His fingers would tangle in your hair before he would move one hand to your waist before jerking your head back with the other, just so he can trail his lips down the slope of your neck. In his dreams he’d hear your shaky exhale at the burn at your scalp as his fingers would tug just a little tighter just so you wouldn’t be able to escape him. Not like you wanted to. He’d take his tongue and drag it slow, torturously slow, before nipping at your ear with a chuckle. He’ll kiss at your jaw, each press of his lips teasing you with every inch of skin he touches before he’s hovering over your lips.
In his dreams he sees you, a desperate, pleading look in your eyes that has him groaning low in his throat. In his fantasies Leon takes what you offer him with eager, greedy hands and teeth and kisses. And when he wakes he can still hear your moans echoing in his ears. The painful erection an evident reminder that it was simply that- a dream.
Sure a quick shower and his hand getting well acquainted with his dick will do for a little bit, but Leon has had about enough of it. It’s not the same as having your hand wrapped around him, the feeling of your fingers gripping his length with the right amount of pressure was starting to become a distant memory now. Leon needed YOU and only you.
Fuck this place! Fuck this job and the people who run it. Fuck the psychotic mad scientists and their stupid BOWs and their stupid viruses. Fuck these red-eye flights that have him more drained than any mission he’s been forced to partake. Fuck it, he’s done. Once he’s back he’s putting in a well deserved vacation.
No more bloodshed and death and destruction.
And most of all, no more long distance relationships.
Leon is going home. Home to his beautiful, adoring, perfect wife where he’s not seen as the President’s most prized weapon. To the wife that loves him unconditionally, who loves him for the man that he is. To the woman that’s made him feel alive again, so much so that Leon has started to appreciate life just a little more. Leon is going home and he’s going to have her practically glued to their bed once he has his hands on her. He’s not going to waist one more day of his life away from the love of his life, not anymore.
He doesn’t hesitate when his feet touch home after exiting the plane. He’s not hesitating when he announces he’s going to be off the clock for the next couple of months (he’s saved up enough PTO) and quickly finishes his mandatory debrief and paperwork. By the time the clock strikes 5pm, Leon is practically running to the parking lot and throwing his legs over his bike. His fingers twitch as they grip the handle of his motorcycle as he revs the engine. He forgoes the helmet, choosing to let the wind cool his face as a fire burns through his veins. It’s soothing in a way as he accelerates down the streets leading to your shared home. The wind whistles in his ears like a siren but he doesn’t care. His body thrums with anticipation of seeing you again. The moment he turns down that familiar street and sees the house you live in Leon is practically vibrating.
He’s finally home. And he’s going to make every second count.
The late evening sun is warm and inviting as you stretch your arms high above your head, the golden light shining through the parted curtains of your living room windows.
Your hair was still wet after taking a shower only a few minutes ago. The heat from the hot water was still clinging to your skin even after you’ve dried off and slipped into your favorite pair of pajamas. It’s been yet another uneventful day since your husband has been gone. Work was the same as usual and you’ve been able to do a few basic chores around the house whenever you had the time to do it. You even managed to take your dog, Winston, to the groomers recently for a much needed Spa day.
But none of that helped distract you from missing your husband. Not for long any way. It’s been weeks, maybe more than a month, since you’ve last seen Leon. He had been called to handle something in the UK, something that he wasn’t allowed to say but you had your suspicions. You knew that he was a Federal agent. Knew that he was trained to fight, to kill, to seek out and either destroy or collect. Of course you didn’t know every single detail pertaining to your husband’s career. After dating for almost a decade and married for 3 years, you’ve learned to avoid the topic of his job unless it would somehow involve you. Leon wasn’t comfortable talking about his job, something you learned the hard way when you first got together.
You had a bad argument that night. It was around the 2nd year mark of your relationship when you asked him about his work. Leon, of course, had gotten a bit defensive about it which had you thinking that maybe it wasn’t what you were originally thinking. He had been so secretive back then- to afraid to open up to anyone, even you despite having been with this man for years and knowing him longer than that since you were a mutual friend with Claire Redfield. You had thought he was lying about his job and potentially seeing someone else. Leon was just scared you’d leave him if you knew what a monster he was because of his job.
Looking back on it now, it had been a rather stupid fight. One that taught you both that communication was a key point in a relationship. Nowadays you both would talk to each other about what the other person was feeling. That fight had been a true test to your relationship with your husband. But thankfully it had worked out because you’ve been in a blissful marriage ever since. You even had a furry child together, one that helped fight the loneliness whenever Leon wasn’t present.
Speaking of said furry child, the German Shepherd was currently soaking up the evening sun like a cat, his large paws sprawled out as far as they could go. You can’t help but smile fondly at the large lump of fur curled up by the floor-to-ceiling windows. Winston had been a gift from Claire a few years ago. She had rescued the poor dog during one of her work trips and knew that she couldn’t care for him like he needed. So you had eagerly taken the sweet boy in (much to Leon’s dismay) and have been a loving Mother to him since. Leon had been uncertain at first, but eventually gave up when you wouldn’t take no for an answer. That man was so whipped for you.
Watching his nose twitch in his sleep had you giggling just a bit, wondering what Winston could be dreaming about. You’re just about to head to the kitchen to make dinner when, suddenly, Winston jerks up with wide eyes and ears standing straight. You pause by the fridge as you watch your dog with a curious expression. Did he have a bad dream? Or was he woken up by the neighborhood squirrels again? You huff out a short laugh at the thought. Winston had a vendetta against them for some strange reason. It was cute until the large beast decides to tear down your fencing just to get to the bushy tailed creature. From the living room your dog barks once- just a short, low bark that has you peering around the door of your refrigerator with a raised brow.
Before you can tell him to calm down he’s up on four legs and makes a dash for the front door. His tail is wagging like a blade of a helicopter at an alarming speed, his nails scratching against the carpet as he races down to the front door and out of the living room. You freeze, too scared to believe what you’re seeing as Winston whines and barks at the entryway. He only ever does that when he knows that Leon is home. It was almost like clockwork every time your dog did that. Winston would bark and claw at the door and somehow, like some crazy magic trick, your husband would appear.
But you haven’t heard from Leon since yesterday. The last thing he had said to you was that he was hoping to come home soon but he wasn’t certain when. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears as the sound of an engine roars in the distance. Was that really him? Winston is starting to pace by the door now, a desperate whine of a dog impatiently waiting for his master to return. Your dog has never lied to you and you can’t help but feel giddy at the prospect of your husband coming home.
By the time you hear a motor cut off and the sound of pounding footsteps rushing for your door, you leap from your spot by the fridge and fling the door wide open. Winston bolts outside with a bark of pure joy as he barrels down the porch steps. Leon is there, stopping mid jog, as he drops to his knees to welcome his furry best friend with open arms. Winston leaps, and for a brief moment your heart stops as Leon takes all 65 pounds directly to the chest. Both of your boys fall to the ground but, thankfully, Leon was wearing his backpack which helped soften the blow. From where you’re standing you can hear Leon let out an “omph” as both he and Winston fall, but beneath his painful groans was a low rumbling sound of laughter.
“I’ve missed you too, bud.” Leon says with a laugh as he ruffles the dog’s head affectionately. His blue eyes practically glowed thanks to the setting sun.
Just the sound of Leon’s voice has your legs trembling, causing you to grip the doorframe with a white knuckle grip. You stand there, admiring the artwork that is your husband as a fond, loving smile pulls at the corner of your lips. He’s obviously not been wearing a helmet (a thing you’ll have to scold him for later) since his hairs is clearly wind tossed and disheveled. You see the dark jeans clinging to his legs and showcasing the delectable curve of his ass as Leon jumps around the lawn to avoid yet another tackle from Winston. You almost wanted to reach out and bite it. He chose to wear one of the shirts you’ve picked out for him today; a dark blue shirt that clings to his upper torso like a second skin, showcasing the taught muscles of his back and forearms. It’s clear that he hasn’t bothered to shave since the last time you’ve seen your husband due to the faint five o’clock shadow he’s got hiding the sharp line of his jaw. Despite the tired eyes and taunt muscles, you clearly see the beauty of the man prancing around in your front yard. And you were so lucky to have him.
As you watch your furry child, yet again, lunge for Leon with an another bark, you can’t help but laugh at their little game. Hearing your laughter Leon turns to you with a bright smile of his own, but is quickly brought down again when Winston takes that brief moment to tackle him to the ground once more.
Another giggle escapes you, but you choose to take pity on your poor spouse by pulling off your dog as you say, “I think he’s had enough buddy. Let’s not over do it.”
Winston obeys but not before smothering Leon with more wet kisses as you help pull him off the ground. Leon wipes off the well intended slobber from his face while thanking his furry companion for the insane amount of love he received. The shepherd barks a shrill sounding cry in excitement, almost as if he understood what Leon said, before he trots back indoors.
Finally alone you look up at your husband with a wide grin, your hand wearing your wedding ring reaches out and tucks a stray hair away from his handsome face. A sigh leaves him as he takes that hand in one of his own before nuzzling it against his cheek. You take that moment to stroke the bruised skin beneath his eye, a hint of worry flashing in your eyes as you take him in. Leon was exhausted, clearly given by the dark rings forming beneath his pretty blue eye. You suspect that it must have been a rough mission this time, but you chose not to say nothing. If he wanted to talk about it he would, and you would never pressure him if he wasn’t ready.
You rise onto the tips of your toes to press a kiss to his lips while wrapping your arms around his slim waist. Leon hums a low, soft sound as he pulls you in closer; taking a moment to savor the taste of you on his tongue as he tries to deepen the kiss.
You pull back with a playful grin as you whisper, “Welcome home Leon.”
Leon answers you with a warm smile as he says, “It’s good to be back sweetheart.”
Something flutters in your chest, almost like an entire sea of butterflies has taken flight between your ribs. Even after being together for so many years this man still has your heart racing. You’re about to suggest he come inside for a shower and some food when all of a sudden Leon scoops you into his arms like a newly wed, his arms cradling your back and knees as if you were a bride. A startled shriek escapes you as you quickly throw your arms around his neck before you loose your balance.
“What the hell Leon!” You growl at him as you smack at his chest. The blow wasn’t hard enough to hurt him, but it was still enough to have him chuckling in amusement. He then begins to stride for the door all the while you’re grumbling your complaints while crossing the threshold. Inside Winston has returned to his spot by the windows like the good boy he is, allowing the loving couple to have this moment together.
Once inside Leon kicks the door closed and gently settles you down before shrugging off the weight of his backpack. You watch him through narrowed eyes as a slight pout pulls on your bottom lip. As always Leon still has a hand on you, this time being the small curve of your back with his large hand keeping you firmly in place. Even with your shirt on you can feel the heat radiating off of him, the pressure of his fingers touching your body has something stirring in your lower belly. It’s been weeks since you’ve felt his touch, felt the warmth of his body pressed against you, or how intoxicating the weight of his hand felt against your skin.
You’ve tried to keep your hands to yourself while he was away, but it was no use. Just like your husband you craved the intimacy that he shared with you. You missed the feeling of his lips trailing down your neck, the feeling of his warm breath that always had your skin breaking out in goosebumps. You had missed the way he would draw patterns on your hips as he took his time with you. Craved the heavy feeling of his cock buried deep inside you. Your fingers haven’t been enough to take the edge off while he was away. In fact it felt more like torture than anything since the only thing you really craved was your husband. But now he was home, for however long that may be, and all you could think about was climbing him like a tree and finally breaking that self induced dry spell you’ve had since his absence.
You pull at the belt loop of his jeans with a sharp tug, the action startling him as Leon tumbles into you. His arms instinctively move to brace against the wall behind you as not to crush you, but you honestly couldn’t care less. Let him crush you. Let him drag you down and press all of his weight on you. You deserve it for being such a good wife after all.
“I’ve missed you, ya know?” Your voice sounding husky as you try to pull him closer.
A smirk ticks at the corner of his lips as he asks, “Is that so? How badly did you miss me (Y/N)?”
Your mouth parts into a devilish grin as you speak, “Let me show you.”
Before he can say anything else you’re dropping to your knees and reaching for the button to his jeans. A low, painful groan can be heard from above you but you pay it no mind as you loosen the button and slowly drag the zipper down, the teeth revealing the prominent bulge forming in his boxers. Your mouth waters at the sight of his growing erection. It’s felt like a millennium since you’ve last tasted him on your tongue. The only time you would have was in your dreams and even then it was nothing compared to the real thing. You dart your eyes up to meet his, a sweet, pleading look in your gaze as you wait for his permission.
Leon groans again, nodding as he growls, “Take what you want from me baby. I’m all yours.”
You flash him another devilish grin before you tug down his jeans along with his underwear with a sharp tug. Doing so allowed his cock to spring free, the familiar curve of it nearly hitting your cheek due to your eagerness. Leon was a beautiful man and it extended all the way down to his lower extremities. He had one of the prettiest cocks you’ve ever seen. He wasn’t overly massive as some men in your past liked to boast about. Roughly 6 and 1/2 inches long with just enough girth to have you salivating while also filling you up just right without too much of a burning sensation, Leon was the perfect example of a man well built. The tip was a pretty pink with a vein running down the underside of his shaft, a vein you knew would have him trembling every time you ran your tongue along it. Each time you saw it you knew that it was going to ruin you. And you absolutely loved it!
But right now the one who would be begging for mercy wasn’t you, but your sweet devoted husband.
Taking your hand and wrapping it around the length of him, you bring the crown to your lips and gently kiss it while you try to keep eye contact with him. Then, like the tease you were, you slowly lick him from base to tip, flattening your tongue along the way. A low groan is your reward as you continue to lick and kiss along the sides of his dick, causing Leon to toss his head back while he shakes from anticipation.
“As much as I love your little tricks love,” Leon moans again as you swirl your tongue over the the leaking head, “But I really would love it more if you wrapped those pretty lips around me right now. Don’t know how long I can last if you keep teasing me like this.”
You can’t help but laugh up at him as you feel a hand tangle in your hair near the crown of your head. His face is pure agony and desire as he looks down at you, his lips parted as he takes in a shaky breath. Not wanting to prolong this any further you wet your lips before you carefully swallow him down. Above you Leon throws his head back and moans a loud, broken sound as you take him as far as you can to the back of your throat. The salty tang of his precum coating your tastebuds has your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. You really, really missed that part of him- the flavor of his arousal had your thighs clenching as you try to take him deeper.
What you couldn’t fit was then covered by your fingers as you wrap a hand around his girth. Hollowing out your cheeks, you then begin to bob your head up and down as well as pumping him with your hand at the same time. Leon is a trembling mess as his grip on your hair grows tighter with each passing second as you take your time to please your husband. Each groan you hear, every gasp or whimper he makes has you feeling soaked as you pick up the pace. The occasional plea for mercy had you moaning around his length, causing him to curse at the sudden vibration. You can feel his dick twitch in your mouth; a telling sign that your husband was about to cum. A few more curse words are hissed through clenched teeth, but Leon doesn’t tell you to stop.
He’ll die if you do. Don’t you know how long it’s been since he’s last felt the warm, wet heat of your mouth? How much he loves you for knowing just how he likes it? Staring down at you with his body bent above your own, Leon can’t seem to tear his eyes off of you. God, you’re so beautiful like this. On your knees for him, worshiping his body like a work of art. When he feels your throat gagging around his length Leon nearly folds in half-instead bracing himself with his free hand against the wall behind you as he tries not to topple over. His fingers are still tangled in your hair as it’s the only thing that can keep him grounded. He’s not going to last much longer, and he doesn’t have to as one final squeeze of his balls in your nimble hands (when did you do that?) has him coating your entire throat with his white seed.
And, just like the good wife you were, you swallowed it all to the very last drop before you pull him out with a wet little pop. Both of you are breathing heavy; more so you as you take this moment to breathe. Leon has his eyes screwed shut while you are trying to inhale as much oxygen as possible. The back of your throat was still on fire due to how aggressive you had been during those final moments, but you could’ve cared less about that right now. The only thing you wanted most was to care for your darling spouse.
After another deep breath you shakily get on your feet again, gently cupping Leon’s sweaty face in your hands. He’s still panting, but the heat that burns in his eyes has yet to fade. In fact they looked dark; almost predatory-like as he stares at you with pupils devouring the sky blues of his irises. It startles you for a second; never have you seen such a hungry look in your lovers eyes before. A voice in the back of your head is screaming at you to run. But you can’t! You know that it would be futile when it’s you against your military trained spouse. Yet another part of you craved that feeling, thirsted for that crazed look on his handsome face. It only meant that you were about to be thoroughly consumed by him.
And you were ready for it.
Leon takes your hands and tugs you into his arms with a sharp pull. A gasp escapes you as you stumble across the floor before bracing your trembling hands against the muscular plane of his chest. You can feel his heart racing through your palms, the erratic thumping was an identical match of your own as his heart drummed violently against your hand. For a heartbeat neither one of you says anything, but you can feel it in the air.
He’s not done with you yet.
Carefully, you drag your hands up his chest and around his neck before cradling the back of his head with your hands. You tug at the loose strands near the base of his neck all the while chewing on your bottom lip. His gaze instantly drops to your mouth, a muscle ticks along his jaw as he grinds his teeth together.
Pulling his head down to rest his forehead against your own, your voice comes out like a silky purr as you whisper, “Now do you believe me? I’ve been dreaming about that since the moment you left. Missed you sooooo much baby.”
A guttural voice has your body trembling against him as he replies, “And you think I haven’t? Oh no, no, no sweetheart. I think out of the two of us, it’s me that’s been a total mess without you. Do you know how much you’ve haunted me since I’ve been gone? How you torture me even when we’re millions of miles apart? How you consume my every thought, day or night,” He’s growling now, a deep animalistic rumble as he adds, “I’ve been dying to taste you- to feel you wrapped around my cock. No matter how hard I tried, no matter what I did, it wasn’t enough. And now that I’m here…”
Like lightning, you’re back in his arms again yet this time he’s got you thrown over his shoulder. He sends a quick smack to your ass after he’s adjusted you to his liking- causing you to yelp at the sting of his hand meeting the curve of your cheek. From the corner of your eye you watch as Winston makes a beeline for the doggy door; clearly not wanting to be present for the this little “reunion” between his human parents. You hear the plastic door flapping somewhere in the background, but you pay little attention to it as you allow your partner to take you upstairs. Every so often he lands another smack to your ass, but you relish the pain of each blow- the heat pooling in your abdomen intensifies as lust beings to consume you.
Before you know it Leon is kicking down the bedroom doors and tossing you unceremoniously on to the bed. Your body bounces against the mattress for all of a second before Leon is pinning you down with his body. His lips are hovering by your ear now, the heat of his breath coating the shell of it as he mumbles,
“Now I’m making up for lost time. And you, my pretty little wife, are not leaving this bed until I’m completely satisfied.”
You can’t help it when a moan leaves your body as you arch up into him. His words had lit a fire inside you and you were so close to becoming an inferno if he didn’t do something about it. And soon! He chuckles into your ear, a dark, delicious sound that as you quaking beneath him as you whimper a few desperate pleas. He drags his lips down your neck, further down to lick a strip against your collarbone, before he finally brings his mouth back up and nips at the curve of your jaw. Thick calluses scratch at the skin of your waist as Leon drags his large fingers over your body and carefully pulling the bottom of your shirt over your head then tossing it aside somewhere.
His gaze zooms in on the flushed skin of your face and neck until it trails down to your chest, admiring the swell of your heaving breasts like a man who had been starved for years. Not wanting to look away, Leon then takes one of his hands and gently cups one of your breasts, kneading the flesh as if he was scared that he was still lost in a dream. But he wasn’t dreaming this time. No, not when he sees you arch into his touch with your head thrown back against the mattress. This was real. This was his chance to finally have you, just like he had wanted for weeks now. And Leon wasn’t a man who wasted chances like this. Not when it comes to his wife.
Feeling empowered by your presence, Leon then takes the other hand and begins to tweak at the nipple of your other breast, twisting and pulling at the bud like a man obsessed. As for you, you’re dripping wet by this point. With Leon hovering above you with one of his knees parting your thighs and both hands on your tits, you were a moaning, needy mess.
When a sharp tug on your other nipple has you gasping, you look up to your husband with pleading eyes as you whimper, “Baby… please?”
He trails his mouth down the curve of your throat, leaving open mouthed kisses along the way before biting at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You cry out in shock only to moan in pleasure as Leon drags his hot tongue to soothe the pain of the mark he left behind. Hands roam down your body without a destination in mind, as if he was taking a simple walk down his favorite hiking trail. Your man loved every inch of your body, his soul yearned to touch every part of you- to mark you as his so that no one else can ever make a claim on you.
Another nip to your chest as you squirming impatiently from his ministrations. You needed him- now! Taking the initiative, you trail your hands down his chest, clawing at his abs that you normally loved to lick, to the edge of his underwear. He must have pulled them back on while you were too busy ogling him earlier. However, before you can dip your fingers into the waistband, two large hands grip your wrist; subsequently pinning them above your head to prevent your hands from wondering further.
A tsk, tsk, tsk can be heard while you watch as your husband shakes his head in disapproval. His gaze is hooded, the black pupils of his eyes have completely devoured the blues now as he stares down at you with uncontainable lust. Any protest you had dies on your tongue as you gaze up at this man. A hint of fear mixed with arousal courses through you as you anticipate what might come next.
“Shouldn’t have done that,” His voice is like gravel, all rough and broken as he speaks.
You want to apologize, afraid that he might leave you behind to suffer, but are shocked when Leon suddenly grips your pajama pants and rips them off your legs along with your underwear. The cool air hits you all at once, sending chills to travel up your spine before you feel the intense heat of your husband kneeling between your legs. His large body nestles between your thighs as if he belongs there. And to him, he does. This man has a claim on you- body, heart, and soul. And right now the one thing he desperately wants to claim is that sweet, sweet pussy that’s been calling his name the moment he stepped through that door.
His name is like honey on your lips as you watch Leon lean forward and press a delicate kiss against your sensitive clit. The feeling of him down there has you mewling as you feel him lick against the very center of your sex to the tight bundle of nerves before repeating the process all over again. Your body shakes and your thighs threaten to close around his head, but Leon stops you by wrapping his arms around your trembling thighs- locking you in place. Your hands instinctively grip at his dark hair as yet another loud wail escapes you. His ministrations against your pussy has stars blinding your vision and your lower belly clenching.
Despite the pain at his scalp from your fingers gripping him so tightly, Leon continues to enjoy his meal like a man who has never had anything in his entire life. His tongue delves into your body with loud, squelching sounds before he takes two of his fingers and crooks them inside. With an accuracy so precise that it has you screaming in seconds, Leon begins to press against that one special spot along your inner walls with those same fingers repeatedly. Your body jerks at the sensation, causing you to loosen your grip as you try and crawl away from the sheer intensity of the pleasure. Not liking that his meal is being taken away, Leon retracts his fingers and uses his hands to pull you back to his waiting mouth.
“Shouldn’t have done that either baby,” He nips at your inner thighs before adding, “Now you’re really going to get it.”
“Le-Leon! Too much!” You wail as you feel what must have been a third finger being slowly inserted inside you.
“Should have thought of that before you tried to deny me what’s mine. Looks like you’re just going to have to take what I give you. Now sit still… I’m not finished eating.”
He doesn’t wait for you to answer before he’s diving back in for more. His face is practically glued to you now as he uses that skilled tongue of his to tease your clit in a slow, deliberate fashion. His fingers go back to working your pussy as the sound of your arousal permeates the room. Every moan you make, every swipe of his sinful tongue, to the way his fingers pumps inside you had the whole bedroom sound like your own personal porno. You weren’t sure how much more of this you could take!
“Leon,” You hiccup, “I can’t- I think-”
“Let go for my sweetheart,” He groans as he sucks on your clit, “Let me have it. Give it to me. You owe me this. Such a good girl. Such a good wife. Thhaaatt’s it baby let it go. Such a beautiful girl, cumming for me like this.”
His words were what lit the fuse as you throw your head back and scream. White hot ecstasy consumes you as the overwhelming force of your climax racks through your body and soul. Below, Leon consumes your release with greedy lips and a hearty moan of his own- savoring the taste of you on his lips and tongue. Fuck, he loved you so much. He’d build cities in your name. Dedicate temples in your honor. He’d burn the world down for you if you asked him too. Just let him have this, have you, for the rest of his miserable existence. Once this was over he would do whatever you asked.
Dinner, movies, flowers, massages you name it! Just let him make love to you, let him burry himself so deep that you would never have to worry about forgetting the shape of him again.
Leon is a man obsessed after all, and it’s all your fault.
Pressing on last kiss to your thighs and shucking his boxers off, your husband crawls back onto the bed to hover above you. You’re still shaking from the aftershock of your orgasm, but to Leon you’ve never been more beautiful than in this moment. With your kiss-swollen lips parted on needy gasps and your eyes glazed over with lust as you look up at him, Leon knows that he isn’t done with you just yet. The painful ache of his cock needing to be inside you was evident enough.
Sensing the shift in him, you reach up and wrap your arms around his shoulders before pulling him down for a kiss. The tang of your release coats your tastebuds as you twine your tongue with Leon’s in a deep, passionate kiss. His lips fuse with your own as yet another moan rises from your throat as you pull him even closer. Your hands then leave his shoulders as they travel down his chest, to his abdomen, until they slip beneath his shirt before you tug at the offending fabric with trembling fingers. Leon lets go of your mouth long enough to pull his shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere in the room before he’s back on you once more. His teeth nip at your bottom lip while his hands roam up your waist and down your legs in a bid to buy time.
He didn’t want this to end, but knew that he couldn’t last much longer if he kept prolonging his need for you. Again, you seemed to have read his mind, because Leon then feels your legs spread wide for him; allowing his hips to grind against your center. He coats his length with your orgasm, allowing the slick to cover him as much as possible. With one final peck, you watch as your husband leans back to grip his cock in his hand before he lines it up to your entrance.
He pauses for a moment, his eyes meeting your quizzical ones as he asks, “You know that I love you, right?”
A smirk tilts his lips up as he says, “Good. Because it’s about to feel like I don’t.”
In one harsh thrust Leon sheaths himself inside you, your back bows at the sudden intrusion. You can’t breathe, it feels as if all of the air as been punched out of your lungs; meanwhile Leon pulls out just enough for the tip to remain in before he’s slamming back into you again. You can’t scream, can’t even think as Leon suddenly begins to pound into your needy pussy. His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips as he rocks his hips into you like a mad man.
The sound of skin slapping against skin is the only thing you can hear aside from the occasional grunt of your husband as he fucks you into the mattress. Your hands desperately grip onto something, whether it’s the sheets or Leon’s biceps, it didn’t matter. You just needed something to keep you grounded as your once sweet, gentle spouse fucks you like he hates you.
Each thrust feels like a punishment but in the most sinful, yet delicious way possible. Every press of his cock along your inner walls has you seeing galaxies- fuck stars at this point because your man is fucking you so good that you’ve sailed past that point and on to bigger heights. It isn’t long before he’s manhandling you by flipping you on your stomach and hiking your ass up in the air.
Leon is breathing heavy now as he trails a hand down your spine, causing you to arch your back against the bed until he has a fistful of your hair wrapped around his fingers. You finally let out a heady moan as you feel the head of his cock meet your entrance, your hips wiggling against his hips in anticipation.
A sharp smack echoes into the air as you yelp at the sudden sting across your ass cheek. He spanked you! Again!
“What did I say about staying still?” He growls into your ear, the heat of his upper body pressing against you has you shaking with need.
“I thought that was only when you were eating?” You whine as you feel his teeth dig into your shoulder.
“When I say don’t move, I mean don’t move. Period. Do I have to teach you a lesson, love? Would you want that? Huh?”
You keen at the pressure of Leon’s fat cock sinking back into the wet heat of your pussy, your body clenching at the thought of Leon punishing you for your disobedience. A dark chuckle from him has you clenching again as Leon pulls back, but not before landing another smack to your already sore butt.
“Seems like my good little wife likes it. Maybe I should.. just for the fun of it. You would like that wouldn’t you baby? Make it so you wouldn’t forgot who owns this? Owns you,” He grunts as he begins to grind his pelvis against your ass as he continues, “Fuck! I’ve missed this. Such a sweet girl you are. Such a perfect wife. Taking my cock so well. S’was made for me, ya know? Yeah ya do…”
He picks up the pace, sending new waves of pleasure through your veins. You’re moaning incoherent words now. Each letter coming out in a garbled mess- unsure of what you were even saying. It feels so good. Too good! Out of all the years you’ve been with this man it’s never felt this intense before. He’s going to break you, you’re sure of it!
Suddenly you feel a large hand wrap around your throat as Leon pulls you up to his chest, never breaking his stride as the new angle hits even deeper than the last. Your lips part on a quiet scream as you continue to take what your husband is giving you. The pressure of his fingers gripping your throat has you flailing in his hold, but that doesn’t seem to stop Leon from fucking you like crazy.
“That’s it baby,” He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head, the only hint of the sweet doting husband that you know since this whole thing started, “You’re doing so good for me. Such a good girl. I need you to come for me. Let me feel you break. Can you do that for me?”
“Don’t fight it (Y/N). Let it happen,” He drops his hold on your neck to rub sharp circles against your clit, “Give me what I’m owed baby. You can do it.”
Another shout of his name and your cumming for the second time. Leon moans into your ear as he jackhammers into your pussy before he too lets go; ropes and ropes of his cum fill you all the while your husband has a death grip around your waist. Eons must have passed by but the two of you were so lost in one another that neither of you cared. Sweat coats your hairline as you try to take in the oxygen your lungs craved.
As the after effects of your combined orgasms begins to fade, you feel Leon gently lower you on to the bed before he slips off for the bathroom. You are unsure for how long he is gone, but it must have been only a few minutes because he’s back by your side and lifting you into his arms.
You whimper, feeling how sore your body is after such an intense workout, but Leon soothes your pain by pressing a lingering kiss to the crown of your head. He mumbles a few apologies for how rough he was with you, but you brush it off with a laugh as Leon lowers you into the bathtub. He’s filled it with your favorite things like your favorite soaps and scents while lighting that one candle you bought for yourself whenever you wanted to relax. He even managed to fill it up with the perfect temperature that you liked.
Once you’re safely inside Leon is quick to jump in, pulling you into his arms as he settles you between his parted legs. The heat of the water and the relaxing smell of the soap has you melting into him with a blissful sigh. You can feel Leon chuckle against your skin, but you pay him no mind- only allowing yourself to soak in his presence. You’ve missed him so much while he was away.
Sure the sex had been amazing, some of the best you’ve had together so far, but what really came down to it was this. The closeness, the feel of him against you as you held him in your arms. It hurts to know that this was only temporary. That it was only a matter of time before the DSO was shipping him off to who-knows-where again and you’ll be left all alone with only the ghost of him to keep you company. The thought of it was almost physically painful.
Leon must have sensed your distress because he’s tilting your chin up so that your face is towards him. He must see the sadness clouding your eyes because he’s then turning you around and wrapping you up in his embrace. You must be shaking by this point since you can feel his hands comb through your hair, wet again due to the fact you’re taking yet another bath today.
“Hey, hey baby… shhhhh. What’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” you mumble into his neck, too afraid to show him your face right now.
“It’s not ‘nothing’ if it’s got you shaking like this. Did I hurt you? Was it too rough? I’m so sorry if I-”
You stop him by pulling him into a kiss, his worries melting away as you thread your fingers in his hair. After a couple of seconds of making out, you reluctantly pull back to stare into those baby blues. The irises were like a fathomless sea, holding so much depth that they threatened to swallow you whole. But you loved that about him. How easy it was that he can pull you into his orbit without even trying. It was also why it was so painful for him to leave each and every time.
You gently cup his jaw as you offer him a sweet smile as you say, “You did nothing wrong Leon. In fact I really enjoyed it. It’s just that….”
“Just what love?” He’s starting to draw patterns on your skin again. A comforting expression he’s learned over the years of being with you. He knew that you sometimes struggled to express yourself and knew that he just had to be patient with you. It’s one of the first things he learned from being with you for so long.
“Do you know how long you have? Until you leave again?” Your voice is so faint that if Leon hadn’t been holding you so close he might have missed it.
Despair and hurt seizes his chest like the claws of a beast as he stares at your heartbroken face. You were afraid that he was going to leave again. That he was only home for a quick hit before disappearing back onto the road again. Leon hated himself in that moment, hated his job even more for making you feel this way. His sweet, loving wife was so strong, so brave for having to deal with a sorry bastard like Leon S. Kennedy. There was nothing more in this world that he adored more than Mrs. Kennedy. The absolute love of his life.
“Hey. Can you look at me, please?” He asks as he softly pinches your chin between his fingers.
You look up at him, eyes welling with unshed tears, but you don’t turn away. Instead you meet his stare with your own, his brave spouse mentally preparing for her downfall as she waits with bated breath.
“I was going to tell you this once I got home,” He tucks a wet curl behind your ear as he adds, “but I got a little distracted by some pretty woman who just so happens to live in my house.”
Your lips form into a pout as you mumble, “Was she prettier than me?”
A bark of laughter sends his head falling back against the rim of the tub before Leon is pressing kisses across every inch of your face. The scruff of his facial hair has you giggling like a child before he presses on final kiss to your forehead.
“No one is prettier than you sweetheart. Trust me. Now back to what I was saying.”
“You were saying that you might have a surprise for me,” You raise a brow in question.
“Very presumptuous of you. What if it was something else?”
“If it’s anything else that isn’t good news, I swear to God Leon, you are sleeping with Winston outside!”
He shudders at the thought. He’d do anything to avoid sleeping in the literal doghouse tonight. Not when he’s finally got some time off to be home with you.
He pulls you closer before nuzzling into the crook of your neck, “Nuh uh, baby. Not unless you don’t want to have another round with me.”
You gasp in outrage, “You wouldn’t!”
He nips at your skin, “Try me.”
Groaning in exasperation, you placate your husband with another kiss as you say, “You may continue.”
“Thank you,” He smiles, “As I was saying, I was going to tell you that I might have taken some time off work. Had enough PTO saved up for let’s say…. Oh, I don’t know? The next couple of months?”
You jerk back to stare at your husband. Slack jawed, you try and find the lie behind his eyes, yet all you see the uncontrollable joy swimming in the blue oceans of his gaze. Not a lick of dishonesty can be found as you watch as Leon’s smile turns into a full on grin. The tears come freely now, but for an entirely different reason. Pulling him into a hug, you let the sob that you’ve been holding onto go; the sudden urge to crawl into his skin had you clawing at his back and neck.
Leon takes it all in stride, engulfing you in his embrace as he allows you to vent your feelings out through your tears. He knew he wasn’t the only one who needed this. You might have been understanding of his need to complete his work, but at the end of the day you were still his wife. You needed him just as much as he needed you. After minutes passed of you crying your eyes out, Leon gently tugs you free before he cups your face in his callused hands as he wipes away the tears that stain your cheeks.
“I promise that as long as I’m here you will never have to worry for anything. No matter what it is or what you might want, I will provide. Do you understand me?”
You nod, a meek little gesture, as you reply, “I know Leon. You’ve always been there for me. I just got a little excited… that’s all,”
“No more tears, okay? Unless they’re from me fucking your brains out, I don’t want to see them.”
“Hey! You pervert!” The moment was instantly ruined by your husband’s provocative remarks. That didn’t seem to deter him, however, as he simply wiggles his eyebrows at you before scooping you up into his arms and out of the tub.
“You better not Leon,” You scowl at him with no real heat behind it.
“Not what?” He ask before he begins to dry the both of you off.
“Do that thing you always do after we have sex,” Your hands rest on your hips as you patiently wait for him to finish. He tosses the towels into the clothes hamper before he intertwines his fingers with yours.
“I have no clue what you mean (Y/N).”
“You know exactly what I mean! You’re going to want one more round before you go and buy waaayy to much take out that’s more than enough to feed an army.”
“Sounds like the perfect start to my vacation,” He smirks at you all the while he’s slowly backing you up to have you falling back onto the mattress.
You roll your eyes, but can’t help the smile that rises on your lips. Allowing the man of your dreams to make love to you once again, basking in the warmth that is your heart, your home, your forever.
You can’t wait to spend the rest of eternity with him.
Can you tell that this my first time writing smut??? Not gonna lie, I was a bit nervous. Not because I haven’t thought about writing smut before because I enjoy reading books and fanfics that occasionally have spice, but because I wasn’t sure if I could pull it off. But here it is! I hope you guys enjoyed it! Thank you for reading!
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