𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

Number One Fan| Smut

Leon's POV:

I open the front door to be immediately greeted by the comforting sounds of my wife cooking something. The clattering of pots and pans echoes around our home as I feel my lips rise at the additional sound of her humming a song. I let my shoulders begin to droop as I toe off my shoes, letting my feet finally stretch after being cooped up for hours on end. Next I begin to unbutton and slip off my suit jacket, legs already carrying me towards the love of my life as I toss the navy jacket onto a chair hazardly. It's been a long but slow day at the office, paperwork is great for taking it easy, but is Hell for my boredom.

My wife turns to me as she stirs something in a pot on the stove, the scents of garlic and herbs begin to fill the room as I breathe in, stomach growling at the prospect of eating a long overdue homecooked meal. "Leon, you're home early!" My wife smiles, putting down the spoon to rush to me. I open my arms, unable to hold back from touching her as she steps into my orbit, embracing me tightly just how I like it. I hum, letting my eyes close as I press a kiss to the top of her head.

"I missed you, but now we've got the whole weekend to ourselves." I sigh happily. Y/N's eyes twinkle mischievously as she pulls away, then she gasps, pressing a hand to her chest as I arch a brow in confusion. By now I know she's cheeky and occasionally up to no good in the best of ways, but right now I've got no fucking idea what my wife's going to throw at me.

"No way! I've got the whole weekend with the Leon Kennedy? You mean I get to sit on the sofa and watch trash TV with the greatest agent of all time? I get the pleasure of witnessing his bedhead and outfits that aren't suits!" She playfully teases me, cheeks flushing from her fake excitement. I chuckle, rolling my eyes and running a hand through my hair until she shakes her head and darts forwards, hands wrapping around my bicep as she moans.

I stiffen in more than once place.

"My God," She whispers, grinning as she pretends to fan herself, "You're so handsome and dashing," she giggles between words but tries to keep up the act, "I can't believe you're real! Just look at these muscles, you're so strong! Wow, how do you even lift anything without snapping it in two?" She bites her lip to hold back laughter, and already my mood is lifting from her weird theatrics.

I let out a small laugh, gently stepping back as I hold out my arms and give myself some space. "What's all this about? You're being ridiculous, Mrs Kennedy." I fight back a grin as she bats her eyelashes at me, clasping her hands together sweetly that makes me think of not so sweet things. Such as pinning those hands above her head as I show her just how strong I am with her screaming my name. I shove the ideas away. For now.

"Just being ridiculously in love with you, hubby." She counters, barely suppressing the giggles now as she lifts a hand to her head, pretending to faint. "It's all too much, I can't take it anymore!" She dramatically tips back, almost falling over like some heroine in a movie. I curse under my breath, reacting straight away to wrap an arm around her and catch her before she actually does fall over. I keep her there in a dip, mouths inches apart from each other as I huff out a fake annoyed sigh.

"You're lucky that your husband's got record reaction times, otherwise you'd be on the floor right now, honey." I murmur, pecking her lips as she shrugs up a shoulder as if it was nothing. I shake my head ruefully, setting her back on her feet as she pats my shoulder in thanks before passing me and going back to stirring the food. I follow like a moth to a flame, arms wrapping around her from behind as I lean down and rest my chin on her shoulder, nose nuzzling at her neck where I can smell her perfume and natural, comforting scent.

Home.

"So, was there a reason for all that, or will you be needing my card later on?" I playfully joke, knowing that her sweet demeanour sometimes means she wants something. Not that I'd ever argue or say no, I'd give her the moon if it meant seeing the stars in her eyes. My wife frowns, giving me a not so amused look as she waves the cooking spoon at me.

"I didn't marry you just because of your money," she mumbles defensively, but then seeing that I'm only teasing she lightens up and adds "I just think you deserve to be appreciated and admired more. A little fangirling every now and then is good for you, as long as it's me doing it." She smiles, stirring the food as it sizzles. Somehow the funny and borderline comedic mood from earlier shifts into something softer and more caring. I stare at my beautiful woman, utterly in awe of her for a few seconds until she glances away shyly.

I blink, heart swelling and breath gone from my lungs. Y/N never fails to amaze me, and more and more each day I'm reminded of why I'm still alive; because I'm supposed to be with her. That's my reason for living. I kiss my wife's neck, then trail some more up her cheek and temple before turning her gently and pressing a long, lingering kiss to her lips. She sighs against me as I cup her chin, raising her gaze to my own.

"I always feel appreciated with you. You don't have to roll out the red carpet for me, honey, just being with you is enough to have me feeling like the luckiest man in the world." I murmur. The smile she gives me is better than any comfy blanket as she nods and returns to that teasing woman I married.

"I'm glad, but it's still fun to see you blush from time to time." She shrugs. I scoff, pulling back as I argue, but she just gives me that knowing look that has me backing down immediately. "I feel like I could've gone further, like really hammered the point in, you know?" Her eyes widen as her grin grows, she puts the spoon down, cupping her hands over her mouth as if to shout, and then she pretends to shout like a crazed fan "I want to have your babies!"

I choke on my own spit. My eyes widen as she doubles over laughing, whereas I'm fighting for my life. I back away, patting my chest as I point my thumb towards the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower before this gets weirder." I chuckle breathlessly as she nods and wipes at her eyes. I linger in the doorway, hoping that the statement wasn't all that much of a joke. One day, maybe.

I take a quick shower, then head out again in some comfier clothes to help my wife dish up the meal. We chat and laugh over good food and dessert before I pull her onto my lap, wanting a few minutes of holding her before cleaning up. I savour her warmth, letting my mouth glide across the sensitive spot behind her ear as she shivers and shifts on me. "So, about those babies..." I lead off.

Y/N snorts, shaking her head. "That's what got you fired up the most? You're really something else, you know that?" She softy says, not objecting the idea as she adjusts herself until she's straddling me. I nod, tilting my head back as she cups my face in her delicate palms.

"Yeah, and you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." I whisper in reply.

Not ten minutes later do we abandon the dishes, opting for Y/N to be sprawled out underneath me with a pillow under her hips and her legs wrapped around my waist as I thrust into her, finding myself going as deep as I can as she chants my name like a prayer. Her nails claw at my back as I kiss her skin, worshipping every inch until she's crying out, clenching around me as I rock my hips and spill every drop of my release into her womb. Even after, I flip her onto her stomach, bending her in half as I pound my come back into her at a rapid rate, deciding it's better for it all to be spilling out than to not be enough.

She might have been joking about the fangirling thing, but I wasn't joking when I asked about those kids she's going to give me.