MORNING HAZE
[RE9!Leon / Wife!Reader]
(Watching your husband sleep so peacefully gives you an idea. Just how deeply is he really sleeping?)
Word Count: ~ 3k Rating: E - Domestic smut, oral sex (m receiving), slice of life Reader: Depicted as an agent in some lines Author's Note: This was supposed to be a drabble, but oh well. Still counts! I got inspired the other day to write a little indulgent something for us, the readers 🤭 I imagine Leon has a much better sleep being married, more settled down and having that place where he can have nice things. And we just know our husband likes to be taken care of once in a while 🫦 Hope you enjoy! 💕
Your husband slept deeper and better than ever before. It was a realization that had crept in over time. The longer you had been Mrs. Kennedy, the more relaxed he had become.
By now, you knew that if you reached for him in the middle of the night, he wouldn’t jolt awake at the touch of your hand and ask what was wrong.
If you snuggled up to him, he wouldn’t angle his body in a way that let him spring up at any moment. Instead, he would let out a content sound and pull you close enough that his strong squeeze would leave you just a little breathless.
If you woke up before him, he wouldn’t abandon the sleep he so desperately needed just because of your quiet, waking energy.
And if you got up before him, the sight of the empty side of the bed wouldn’t send a sinking feeling through his stomach or startle him awake.
That he had managed to bring this kind of peace into his life over the years didn’t just satisfy you – it made you deeply, profoundly happy.
Even on this Sunday morning, when you had woken before him for once, you found yourself simply enjoying the sight of him breathing steadily beside you.
Warm morning light trickled through the fine gaps in your heavy bedroom curtains, just enough to let you see him clearly.
Leon lay on his back, one arm bent with his hand tucked behind his head, the other resting on his bare chest. He looked so peaceful – his face slightly turned toward you, completely relaxed, hair falling softly over his closed eyes, his breathing calm and even. His hand rose and fell with his chest, the soft blanket only just beginning at his waist – he always ran warm at night, while you pulled yours up to your chin to soak in every bit of comfort.
Propped up on your hand, you smiled, quietly blissful as you took in your handsome sleeping beauty. That the two of you had made it here – sharing a bed, a home, a life – felt almost unreal. So much had spoken against it: your lifestyle, your jobs, the constant danger that one of you might not make it home.
But you had tied the knot anyway. And it had been the best decision of your lives. Not only had Leon found a sense of peace in coming home – you had, too. You had gained a reason to return, no matter where you were. You had caught each other in a fall you had both willingly leapt into.
Carefully, you pressed your lips to his large bicep, perfectly angled in this position – a beautiful curve that always looked especially good beneath tight tactical attire. Even more so when he’d flash you that subtle grin and flex the trained muscle on purpose, coaxing a reaction out of you – somewhere between a nervous giggle and an appreciative hum. A lightness he had come to carry now, gifting you moments you cherished deeply.
You scattered soft, featherlight kisses across his firm skin, even placing a gentle one against his stubbled cheek.
Leon didn’t stir. He remained lost in sleep.
Part of you considered simply getting up and letting him rest – but at the same time, you wanted to stay right here. Ideally, you wanted to climb onto his big, comfortable, made-for-you body and make yourself at home there.
But then, another idea slipped into your mind. Why not? You could see how long it would take for him to wake up to a good morning blowjob.
A spark of excitement rippled through your body as the thought took root. Not that the two of you weren’t already familiar with slow, sleepy morning sex. On those quiet mornings, he would wake you with lingering kisses – soft and sensual against your neck, your shoulder, the curve where they met – pressing himself against you, hands wandering until you were awake enough to respond, to turn toward him and melt into his touch.
This time, though, you’d be sneaky about it.
You let your lips drift lightly over his skin, the touch barely more than a whisper of air – over his jaw, his neck, his collarbone.
Slowly, carefully, your body moved downward – the blanket rustled traitorously, but Leon didn’t seem to notice. He stayed exactly as he was, only drawing in a slightly deeper breath through his nose.
Encouraged, you placed one last kiss against his wrist before slipping beneath the covers, immediately surrounded by warmth – and the trapped scent of Leon, that unique blend of something like leather, metal, and wood.
His defined muscles, as always, offered strong contours beneath your touch. Solid abs greeted you – a blessing that he always slept shirtless.
And even if you liked to think you weren’t shallow, the reality of your ridiculously attractive husband certainly didn’t hurt. It only made you want to touch him more – to feel that firm physique beneath your hands, to trace every line… and eventually, to feel the way he softened under your touch, yielding so perfectly to you.
Here, in the middle of sleep, Leon was already soft. Not tense – just sunk into the mattress, at rest.
At least, except for one thing.
While you couldn’t resist tracing the contours of his six-pack with your lips, your hand wandered to his boxers – the only sleep attire he ever needed.
His morning wood pressed firmly against the soft cotton, a clear outline beneath your hand, perfectly tangible as always – long, straight, like it had been made for you.
A sense of satisfaction spread through you at the thought that you could start from a very… ready position today – even though it wouldn’t have mattered otherwise.
There was something especially intoxicating about feeling him grow fully hard in your mouth whenever you dropped to your knees for him unprompted – whether Leon was sitting at his desk at home, relaxing on the couch, or when you joined him in the shower.
He welcomed you everywhere.
This morning, your playful little idea seemed perfectly aligned with his cock – maybe he had already read your intentions.
You smirked softly before hooking your finger beneath the elastic of his boxers and tugging them down.
Even beneath the heavy blanket, barely able to see, you knew exactly how his tip looked as it was freed from the confines of the fabric.
A thick, beautiful head that always stretched you so perfectly when he pushed into you – maybe already glistening with a bit of precum now that you had started to work your magic on your handsome husband.
At the thought, you quickly decided on a small taste test, closing your lips around him in a brief but delicious kiss.
A few salty drops met your tongue as you let it glide over him, all while watching Leon closely for any reaction – was he already awake, waiting to see what you would do next?
As your tongue circled his tip, softening his skin with saliva, your fingers pushed his boxers further down, revealing more of his length – more for you to explore.
More kisses followed along his shaft, accompanied by small licks over the prominent veins – and he twitched beneath your lips. Whether the man himself was awake or not, his cock definitely was by now.
A quiet, pleased laugh slipped from you as you continued, savoring his reactions, tasting the salt of his skin, lavishing attention on him – a slow lick along his entire length, around him, your cheek pressing softly against him, growing wetter from your own watering mouth – all while you had to keep his boxers down so they wouldn’t get in your way.
Above the blanket, Leon’s irises moved rapidly beneath his closed lids as he drifted through a dream wetter than anything he’d had since teenage years.
Disjointed images of you in the most tempting little outfits flashed through his mind – then the memory of your first time, which had turned out so different from what he had imagined, yet far better than anything he could have dreamed of.
Images of him taking you on every available surface, his favorite place still the bed, where he could take his time with you.
“Mhm.” A low sound slipped from him as his body vibrated with growing arousal.
Somewhere at the edges of his hazy awareness, Leon realized he could easily come like this – like some teenager losing control in his sleep.
Slowly, sleep and dreams began to give way to something more conscious, his thoughts forming more clearly – though still entirely focused on you, his wife. If that floating feeling didn’t fade, he might just reach for you and whisper those dreams against your skin.
He shifted from the position that had brought on those vivid dreams, his eyes fluttering open as he searched for you beside him, his hand already reaching toward your shoulder –
But you weren’t there.
Leon frowned slightly, his mind still sluggish, trying to catch up with what was happening while he remained inexplicably aroused.
He almost sat up, ready to shake his head and bring himself down from the high – when it hit him that the heat had a very real source.
And it was beneath the blanket.
He felt it before his mind could connect the dots. Warm, wet heat against his hips, against his cock. Lips – movements he knew far too well. Fingers that had touched him countless times before, sliding soft and slick along his shaft.
A tongue circling the head of his erection – before a warm, perfect cave, your mouth, took him in completely.
Leon couldn’t see you – your entire body hidden beneath the blanket. All he could make out were the subtle, rhythmic movements of the covers.
And just like that, his brief confusion melted into pure, heavy relaxation.
His gaze drifted from the blanket up to the ceiling as he let his head sink back into the soft, heavenly pillow with a quiet sigh.
Married life was the best.
In moments like these, Leon sometimes regretted how long he had taken to propose to you. It was one thing when his girlfriend made him feel this good – but something entirely different when it was his beautiful wife.
When Leon adjusted his body, you realized he had woken up – and wasn’t stopping you. He lifted his hips, giving you the opportunity to pull his shorts all the way down so you wouldn’t have to hold the waistband anymore.
Both of your hands settled on his now thoroughly soaked length, fingers gliding along before wrapping around him, angling. You let him slide back into your mouth, taking him deep and purposeful, your lips closing firmly around him as your head moved up and down his perfect hardness – only to slow again moments later, letting him slip free as you exhaled.
The sloppy, breathless part was always the most fun about a good blowjob. When you were chasing your breath, soft sounds spilling from your throat, your mouth open, your tongue working as you made a mess of your face and his pelvis.
Leon’s hand settled on your back, just like it always did during longer sessions, showing his appreciation with light, wandering touches and quiet, breathy words.
“Hey, baby,” he murmured, his voice threaded with a heavy exhale. “Keep going for me.”
The sudden stimulation had lit his body up completely.
“God, you’re amazing.”
You knew him so well – knew exactly what he liked. The way you hummed softly around him, licked, sucked – so wet, so soft – perfect rhythm, perfect pressure. And most importantly: indulgent. Not rushed, but exactly the way you enjoyed it, too.
Leon loved it when you played with him like that – when your tongue wandered, when you kissed him. He could picture your watery eyes when you pushed just a little further, letting him slip past the barrier of your throat, making him see stars.
Every time he thought it couldn’t get any better, that you couldn’t possibly take him higher – you proved him wrong.
His eyes fluttered shut again, mind focused on nothing but you. Every single day with you felt like heaven – seventh, eighth, ninth, whatever – especially when you did things like this to him.
Without thinking, his hand moved from your back to your neck, gently massaging the soft skin there before his fingers tangled in your hair, searching for purchase, giving just the faintest nudge to keep going.
His lips parted for the heavy breaths his lungs struggled to keep up with, his heartbeat pounding hard in his chest.
You felt his fingers twitch against your scalp at the same moment his cock throbbed in your mouth, pressing against your slowly numbing lips. You knew he was enjoying this part the most, so you pushed through, keeping him firmly between your lips, your cheek hollowing, leaving no room for air.
Tears burned at the corners of your eyes, spilling freely down your already soaked face – mixed with spit from your messy, devoted attention – as you worked him with steady, purposeful movements, reading his cues, the pressure on your head telling you he was close.
God, how Leon wished he could see you right now – your perfect face, the way his cock disappeared into your mouth again and again. The thought alone sent heat crashing through his body, settling deep in his balls, ready to burst.
“That’s it,” he breathed. “Doing so good, baby. I’m gonna come.”
In his sleepy state, his orgasms always felt different, somehow better. Like his body moved without his mind, driven purely by instinct, desire, need.
Leon couldn’t help but grab a handful of your soft hair as he came hard, the force of it nearly stealing his breath entirely – if not for the deep, chest-shaking groan that tore from him as his body tensed, releasing his load into the depths of your mouth. His hips lifted just slightly, an instinctive movement he barely managed to catch.
You took him like a champ, even continuing to move your beautiful lips along him, letting him ride out his climax, focused on not choking as he spilled hotly into your throat.
Only when his small movements eased and his grip in your hair loosened did you allow yourself to slow, carefully licking him clean and swallowing what he’d given you.
You followed the gentle – so very gentle – pull of his hand in your hair back up, emerging from beneath the blanket. The air above felt almost cold, no longer thick and heavy with sex like the cocoon you had just left.
Leon’s eyes settled on your face instantly, reverence and so much love in them as he lifted both hands to cup your cheeks, wiping away the traces of your effort with his thumbs.
Your tears fell victim to his touch while you quickly wiped over your mouth and chin, clearing away the lingering wetness.
Already, your still slightly dazed, heavy-breathing husband pulled you closer – half guiding you onto his chest as his soft lips met your sore ones, offering immediate relief.
He kissed you deeply, intensely, with so much fire meant only for you – everything you deserved in worship and devotion. He tasted himself on your tongue as he licked into your mouth, finally having your face close to his again.
Strong arms wrapped around you, pressing you against his large, welcoming body, grounding you in safety and warmth, just like he always did. The perfect man, who treated time with you as something sacred.
A soft, loving hum slipped from your lips against his, a smile forming as you pulled back just enough to look at him – his post-orgasmic haze giving way to that deep, steady contentment you loved seeing on him. You were sure it mirrored your own expression perfectly.
“Hey, beautiful,” he said softly, a warm smile on his lips. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, my love.”
You leaned into his hand as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.
“You are –” Leon exhaled, granting your lips another soft kiss, “ – so, so amazing. I’m on cloud nine.”
Your chest swelled with quiet pride at his praise.
“Love when you have fun with him like that, too,” he added with a teasing smirk.
“Yeah,” you giggled. “I had fun. Wasn’t sure if you’d wake up right away.”
“Well, either way, it was a pretty nice surprise.” One of his large hands playfully slipped beneath your silky nightgown, caressing the soft skin at the small of your back. “Want me to return the favor?”
At a single word, he would have buried his head between your thighs and not come back up until his cock had recovered enough to take you again – slow, deep, filled with everything he felt for you. Another kind of heaven, as so many of them revolved around you.
“Actually – ” you drew some random patterns on his skin, “ – I was wondering if you could make me some chocolate chip pancakes. With orange juice? I feel like having a nice breakfast with you.”
There would be time for more intimacy later. Right now, you felt a little softer, a little more vulnerable, and wanted to be taken care of.
Leon understood instantly. His hand slipped from beneath your nightgown, instead tracing slow, comforting lines along your arm.
“Of course.”
With a sudden, playful motion, Leon rolled you onto your back and hovered above you, drawing out that light, carefree laughter he loved so much – so unguarded, so full of trust, knowing you were exactly where you wanted to be.
Your eyes told him the same, soft and full of affection as you looked up at him, one hand cupping his cheek, fingers brushing over his stubble.
One last time, he leaned down and kissed you, taking a few indulgent moments with your lips before finally pulling away.
“You stay here. I’ll get breakfast ready, and we’ll eat in bed, yeah?”
“That would be amazing,” you smiled.
“Anything for my girl.” His gaze softened even further – if that was even possible – his eyes completely free of the weight you always tried to help him carry. “My wife.”
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