Happy Wife, Happy Life
re9 Leon S. Kennedy x wife!reader
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, basically pwp, Leon calls himself daddy, so daddy kink? lol, fluff, teasing, dirty talk, barebacking, creampie
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It’s late when Leon comes home from work. Thankfully, he’s been tied to his desk lately, so you haven’t had to worry about receiving any late night phone calls full of bad news and heartache. He still puts in too many hours for a government employee, but that’s not a fight that you’ll ever win—not that Leon fights you on it. He knows. You know. But there isn’t anything either of you can do until he can finally get out.
He’s joked it’s basically like military service—only he doesn’t get any of the perks like taking leave or a retirement plan. But they’ll cover his medical and funeral expenses, and isn’t that enough in this economy?
Shaking yourself from past musings, you watch him perform his nightly routine—shower, floss, brush (teeth then hair), a quick rinse of mouthwash—before he crawls into bed with you. Leaning over, he brushes his mouth to the corner of your own. You turn and catch his lips in a quick kiss. He relaxes into the sheets, pulling you over onto his side of the bed. Your hand reaches out to pet across his abdomen, trailing down to ghost across the front of his boxers.
“Not tonight, sweetheart, ‘m pretty tired,” his yawn cracks his jaw and his sleepy blue eyes glaze over.
You pout, but don’t press the issue, tucking yourself into his side. “Okay.”
He sighs, forlorn, “I’m sorry, I know you didn’t sign up for some tired old man who can’t get it up.”
“Hush, Leon,” you chastise, patting his chest lightly. “You’ve been working your ass off and haven’t taken any time off in weeks. It’s just not a good time tonight is all.”
“You’re so sweet,” he kisses your temple and you smile to yourself.
”I know,” you tease, “now, go to sleep.”
Leon hums, but it’s more of a light buzz in his chest than an actual sound. Listening to his deep breathing, you feel your own eyes slipping shut and sleep pulling you under. At some point in the night, you shift away, rolling to the side and putting your back to Leon. You slowly wake, in the same position, only now you have a burly arm thrown over your waist and a stubbly jaw nuzzling into your neck. Breath hitching, you arch back into Leon.
”Mornin’,” his deep rasp lights up your brain, leading you to press yourself further into his body heat.
Humming in want of a reply, you reach over behind your head and ruffle his shaggy hair. He chuffs, the warm breath tickling your neck, and slides the hand on your waist down your body until he’s cupping your panty clad mound. Body languid and pliant, you part your thighs to let him softly rub along the gusset of your underwear. He teases your cunt through the thin material, petting across the hood of your clit—dragging his fingers down along your slit until he presses into your hole.
Repeating the same pattern, it isn’t long until your panties stick to the lips of your cunt, slick saturating the fabric and making it a smooth glide for Leon.
”Does my little wife need more than just petting?” He rumbles next to your ear and you clench your thighs shut, trapping his hand in place. It doesn’t deter him in the slightest; he uses his thumb to push your panties to the side, his fingers now teasing your naked cunt.
Whimpering, you rock your ass back into him, feeling his bulge grind against you. Chuckling, he continues the light teasing touches from before—lightly rubbing your pudgy clit, his fingers trailing down and ghosting across your hole. He lightly slaps your cunt and you whine.
“Poor pitiful thing,” he coos, “is daddy not paying enough attention to you?”
Digging your head into your pillow, you shy away from his teasing. He nudges his leg in between yours and presses fully against you, a hot brand on your skin. His fingers never stop touching you, his hand moving between the wet mess of your thighs—pleasure pooling in your core and winding your arousal tighter and tighter.
“Don’t worry, this little pussy won’t be crying too much longer,” he bites the shell of your ear, tongue quickly following to trace the same spot.
“Leon,” you gasp; heat suffuses your body, warming your blood and fanning the flames of arousal until you can’t think of anything but what Leon is doing to you, saying to you.
“Shh, shh, shh,” he whispers into your ear, lips brushing the sensitive skin. “I’ve gotcha.”
Slipping his fingers from your cunt, he smears a wet line across your skin when he gropes your thigh to lift it higher. He pulls your leg up to rest on his outer thigh, leaving you spread open to his advances. He hums, a pleased burr that has your eyelashes fluttering.
Catching movement from the corner of your eye, you watch his hand disappear before feeling something brush against your ass. Hand reappearing, he reaches around to grab his cock from between your thighs, slotting it up against your wet slit. He rocks his hips—making you both moan as the tip glides across your swollen clit.
When he notches the head at your drippy hole, you whine and roll your hips back, aching to feel him slip inside. He grunts, hand running along your tummy until he grasps at your hip.
”Want it that bad?” He kisses your neck. “Hmm?”
“Leon, please, don’t tease me,” you mewl, back arching—tempting him to do more.
”I’m the tease?” He laughs, gentle and warm, sending a fizzy carbonation of love to bubble in your chest.
Angling his hips, he slowly presses his cock into your slick hole, hissing between his teeth when you clench and pulse around him. “God, you needed daddy’s cock, didn’t you?”
”Yes, yes, please, Leon, fuck,” you choke out, hands gripping the sheets so hard your knuckles twinge.
”I gotcha,” he repeats himself from earlier as he bottoms out inside your snug cunt with a low groan. “Goddamn, so good.”
You can’t articulate anything legible, pussy split open by Leon’s fat cock, so you babble nonsense and clench down on his thick length. The blood rushing through your head mutes whatever words he’s speaking to you. His hand cups your pussy, palm pressing down on your clit. The pressure on your sensitive bud has your walls fluttering and pulsing around Leon’s dick, sucking him in deeper until he has nowhere else to go.
“My wife’s greedy little pussy just won’t let up,” he groans, humping your ass harder. The rougher pace keeps his tip grinding into your g-spot—the perfect pressure making your pussy gush slick from your stuffed cunt.
Moaning, you reach your hand back to tangle your fingers in his hair. “Please, right there, it’s so good.”
Leon dips his hand back between your legs, softly rubbing your clit. Using his first and middle finger, he drags them down your pussy lips to frame his cock between the V of his fingers as it slides in and out of your slick heat.
“You gonna cum for me? Squeeze daddy’s cock until he creams your silky pussy? That’s it, fuck, can feel how close you are,” he rasps, breath hot against your neck.
You cry out, clit throbbing in time with every pump of his hips. The sound of skin slapping gets louder as Leon fucks into your squelching pussy faster and harder—pushing you closer to the edge as he chases after his own. Getting his fingertips wet with your slick, he circles them around your puffy clit. Quickly flicking the stiff bud until your hips writhe—too much too much but god not enough—he growls, biting down on your throat.
“Give it to me, c’mon, you can do it,” he cajoles, his rapid thrusts now nearly jostling your body across the bed. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Cum on my cock so I can fill up that pretty pussy.”
Burying his cock to the hilt, he rubs the head into the spongy spot at the front of your cunt. Toes curling, you squeal, that tight band of arousal ready to snap at any moment. Leon nuzzles your hairline, kissing a sensitive spot on your neck.
“C’mon, let your husband feel that perfect pussy squeeze his dick,” his smoky voice thrums in your ear, fingers pinching your clit.
That little bite of pain is the catalyst you needed. Your thighs shake as your orgasm washes over you, pussy pulsing and fluttering around his cock. While your cunt milks his dick, your clit throbs under his palm, the puffy bud overly sensitive.
“Fuck, you’re so—goddamn,” he blurts out, surprised as his own climax hits so soon after yours. He groans—a punched out gasp—as he bottoms out in your pussy.
Weakly, you arch into his body, tugging his hair gently as he spills hot and sticky inside your clenching hole. Rope after rope of his hot cum paint your inner walls white, leaving you feeling full and content.
Breathing harshly, he moves his arm up to wrap around your waist—hugging you to him as your heart rates both slow from their rapid beats.
“Love you so much,” he kisses your ear, then your neck. “Don’t know how I got so lucky.”
You hum—lazy, but more importantly, happy. “S’all that world saving you do. Karma’s got to balance out in some way.”
“Oh yeah?” His amusement brings a silly smile to your own face. “You’re my karma, huh?”
“Yeah,” you giggle, endorphins running rampant. “I like the sound of that.”
“I’ll bet you do,” he teases, hissing when his softening cock slips from your drippy cunt. “Sorry ‘bout the mess.”
“Mmm, don’t be. I like it.” You wiggle in his hold and he laughs.
“I do, too.” He nips your earlobe. “I have the next couple of days off. We can stay in bed all day if you want.”
“Tempting,” you sing song. “Maybe just for a little while at least.”
Leon snorts but doesn’t say anything for once. A few minutes of peaceful silence steals by before you interrupt it.
“I love you too, Leon,” you mumble, sleepy satiation tugging you down into a mid morning nap.
His arm tightens its grip around your middle, squeezing as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away. “In this together. Forever and a day.”
“Forever and a day,” you echo, placing your own hand on top of his—both of your rings glinting in the morning light. “Wake me up when you do.”
His rumbling laugh vibrates your back. “I’ll do no such thing. You’re mean when you’re grouchy.”
“Am not,” you argue, eyes struggling to stay open. “Don’t let me sleep in, Leon. I mean it.”
“Yes ma’am,” he mutters, “now, hush and take your nap.”
You think of a reply; it’s just unclear if you actually answer him while you actively fall asleep in his arms—safe and warm and loved.
