Vampire!Leon Kennedy x Fem Reader // NSFW
Leon is your partner, your comrade, your anchor.
When he went on his first mission without you in a long time, he didn’t return to the office right away. Something was off, and no one wanted to tell you what happened.
So you tried to find out on your own.
tags: blood, rough sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, vaginal fingering, clit play, mating press, couch sex, possessiveness, friends to lovers, love confession
A/N: Leon vampire agenda possessed me and instead of working on my current fics I just... wrote this. This is my first real explicit fic I post, I wanted to exercise a little, so please be kind lol. I don't know if this is a little OOC, but he's a vampire here so... whatever.
No reader's age specified. I wrote it thinking of RE9 Leon because older men are my downfall, but any Leon will work.
“I hope everything goes well.”
Your thumb was grazing the back of your hand, absentmindedly. You weren’t looking at him.
“About that,” Leon said, his tone melancholic. “It will be a difficult mission. If I don’t make it, I–”
“Why didn’t you let me go with you?”
“Don’t insist. I can’t let anything happen to you.”
Leon. Your partner, your comrade, your anchor. This is his first mission without you in a long time. It’s an open secret that your relationship was complicated, even if he had never touched you.
Outside your building, you looked at him, marveled. A beautiful, loyal, respectful, caring man. Kinda goofy, too.
He looked at your lips, longer than necessary.
“Goodbye. See you soon, if I make it alive.”
You huffed, and patted his shoulder, like you were a man.
“You’re the Leon Kennedy. You always make it alive.”
He smirked, turned around and left.
“He’ll be working from home for a while.”
“What? What do you mean by a while?” You looked at the (in)human resources woman, frowning.
Leon is alive, that’s all you know. Every single person you asked told you he’s having some rest.
You don’t feel ready for reaching out, either. You need to find out what’s happening first before doing something.
So you started observing more carefully. The few emails he sent always came through at the exact same times, so you figured they had been scheduled. He never attended meetings, and every time you asked where he was or how he was doing, everyone avoided the questions.
You sneaked into the lab when no one was around. One of the chemists had carelessly left his computer unlocked.
“Isolated. Antidote under development. Symptoms unstable.”
That's it. You needed to do something.
You went home. You sat on the couch and sent him a message:
“How are you doing? They told me you were working from home.”
You took a deep breath, and your intuition screamed that something was wrong. Really, really wrong. Worse than anything you had read at the lab. Your gut was practically begging you: "Don't call him."
His voice was raspier than usual.
“Leon. You didn’t reply to my message.”
You heard a low groan. He took a deep breath.
“Can’t look at screens too much,” he explained, deadpan.
You heard a soft gasp from the other end of the line.
“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. How are you doing?”
You did something that had worked before in these situations, something you both used to do: you started telling him, in a kind, careful tone, what had been happening at the office. Gossip, daily stuff, things you did outside of work. It helped you both take your minds off of whatever was happening.
He remained silent, and you assumed he was listening attentively. But you heard an uneven breath, low grunts, like he was desperately trying to suffocate them.
“Please don’t call me again,” his murmur was broken, hoarse. “Not until I’m back.”
Your heart skipped a beat.
“Leon, you don’t sound good at all. Please tell me what’s happening. No one will tell me," you said, deeply concerned.
You could hear him panting, struggling, huffing, to try to calm himself.
“No. Don’t call me again, please.”
This is not good at all. You grabbed your keys and your bag and rushed to Leon’s apartment. You thanked your past self for asking him for a spare key. As stubborn as he is, he won't open the door.
When you got to his apartment, everything was dark. You walked carefully and stealthily, without turning on the lights. Leon was there, sitting on his couch, his head tilted back, looking at the ceiling.
“You shouldn’t have come,” he murmured, already aware of your presence.
“After our phone call, I’m even more worried. Come on.”
He stood and strode toward you, moving faster than you expected. The moment he stopped in front of you, something felt off.
Leon was pale. Really pale. His irises were a pale, icy blue, intimidating even in the dark. His gaze had something wild, dark. It made you feel more like prey than a friend.
“Can I turn on the light?”
“No, no, please, don’t,” it was a desperate, rushed beg.
“I’m sorry,” you said, apologetic.
Yes. You agree. Your intuition agrees.
And you should leave now.
This situation was too weird. It’s him, yes, not like he wasn’t Leon anymore. He did the same thing he has always done with you: protect you when you’re in danger. Put your own safety before his.
“Is it contagious?” You asked, avoiding what he just said.
“I don’t know,” he said, in a bitter tone.
You didn’t even realize how: Leon was even closer to you. His gaze lingered on your lips, traveling along your jaw, until it finally locked onto your neck.
Now it was a whisper. He looked hypnotized, delighted. He was thinking of doing something, tempted, but he stood still, swallowing hard.
“You don’t want me to leave, don’t you?” You asked in a low voice, knowing you were walking on thin ice.
“No. That’s exactly why you should leave,” he murmured, a hoarse, severe voice that made your stomach hurt.
Why does he look more attractive than he already is?
You've been in love with him for a long time, and you'd be stupid to think he didn't feel the same way. More than once, the two of you had been on the verge of crossing the line between you. It was extremely dangerous, but tonight you wanted him more than you ever did. Why?
While you were lost in your thoughts, you felt his hands cupping your face, and you jolted.
“Leon, what the hell? You’re so cold.”
Instinctively, you grabbed his hands, still cupping your cheeks, and massaged them, trying to warm them up.
“Don’t. Don’t touch me,” he hissed.
“Sorry.” You let him go, looking down.
“No, no… I’m sorry. It’s not my intention. To hurt you.”
"Don't worry, I understand,” you responded, disheartened.
His cold fingers caressed your face, gently, and you looked back at him. While admiring you with deep devotion, he slid his fingers to your neck, brushing over your pulse. You shivered.
“Sorry,” he said, in an affectionate, low tone.
“It’s fine,” your tone was shy, but returning his intentions.
He remained silent for a while, his gaze shifted quickly through your torso, returning to your neck again.
“I like your neck,” he whispered, grazing your pulse with his thumb.
Leon’s voice was hoarse, sensual, intoxicating. Every single movement, every single touch, the look in his eyes, everything was too tempting to keep resisting.
This is a bad idea. Yes, a totally bad idea.
But you leaned in to give him a soft, still needy kiss. He grunted, with a heady fury, deepening the kiss, sliding his tongue inside of you, in an eerie rush. He took you in his arms, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, while he laid you on the couch faster than you expected, still gentle.
He got on top of you, wrapping one of his arms around your waist, and kissed you, brushing his tongue with yours, but never using his teeth, like he was holding himself back. His breath, lips, tongue and saliva were too cold. There was an urge and need that wasn't normal. You knew something wasn’t right, but you still captured his bottom lip, nibbling it gently.
Leon hissed and groaned, desperate, like you ignited an impulse inside him. He trailed off kisses, pressing harder, running his tongue through your lips, the corner of your mouth and your jaw, breathing heavily against your skin, until he reached your neck.
You could feel his breath over you, still cold. He was panting, grunting, kissing the spot where your pulse was with a rough excitement. Your chest hurts from the sensation, while you let out a whiny, needy mewl. He grunted and bit your neck, softly.
First, it was a gentle nibble that made you shiver and moan. When he heard your noises, he grunted again. It was a savage, loud growl, the sound of an animal more than a human.
After a few seconds, he bit down harder, piercing your flesh.
You let out a painful, vulnerable, loud moan, crying his name in desperation. But he didn’t listen. You felt your blood trickling down your skin, warm and thick, while he sucked your neck, anxious, completely out of his head.
Minutes later, the pain was tolerable, the dizziness curiously turning you on again. And like something snapped inside his mind, he let you go, his breath hitching.
He looked at you. His pupils were dilated, the icy blue still visible. His expression was unsettling: fury, excitement, greed, delirium, desire… and guilt.
“You should've left when I told you,” he growled, panting, gritting his teeth.
Leon opened his mouth slightly, showing you his teeth, involuntarily.
Your eyes widened in shock.
Fangs. Too long to be human.
He glared at your neck again, and now he looked proud of his work. His gaze felt like he was drunk in the savage bliss of a predator, finally able to hunt you.
“You saw them, huh?” he said in a raspy voice, giving you a lopsided grin to show you one of his fangs again.
His mouth was stained with your blood, and he wiped it away with the back of his hand, not wanting to waste any of it, sucking and licking his hand and his lips in a lewd gesture that would have grossed you out in another moment, but it looked dangerously tempting and hot. You wanted more, but you figured you'd already lost a good amount of blood, and you didn't know how much longer you'd be able to hold on if he kept going.
Why do you want something so twisted this much?
You pulled him down to kiss him again. You felt the metallic, salty taste of your blood lingering on his lips and tongue. His breath now felt like a cold iron that melted into your warm breath. Like he was in a hurry, he took off your clothes quickly, trying to not break the kiss, until you were bare naked beneath him.
Leon pulled away to admire your figure. His expression was thirsty, mesmerized, his lips tightened as his nose wrinkled, like he didn’t know what to do with you. He took off his tshirt, exposing his torso, not something you haven’t seen before due to years of missions and wounds, but now, in this context, it felt unbearably different.
He ran his cold hands though your body, in a devoted, still dark pace. He cupped your breasts, squeezed your flesh in every place he could. It gave goosebumps, it made you whine, and he grinned again, delighted by your reaction.
He found your lips again, and now the kiss was intense and passionate, softer than before. Leon was holding himself from something, but you felt that the friction of your bodies calmed him down a little. The sensation made him gasp and moan, earning soft whines from you too, while you felt his hands again caressing your body, until they were between your legs. He grazed your thighs softly with his fingers, until he cupped your pussy.
“I wanna eat you,” he whispered, heady, still moving his body to stimulate himself against you, his tone with a glimpse of guilt, “I wanna devour you so fucking much. I wanna kiss you and bite you everywhere. But not like this. I’m sure I’m gonna hurt you.”
Leon opened your legs enough to glide through your folds, testing every part of your pussy with the rough pads of his index and middle fingers, slowly. You squirmed to the sensation, gasping.
You could feel that the effect that your body had on him started fading. When he started rubbing circles over your clit, you moaned, and his fingers tensed. He cupped your pussy again, with enough care to not hurt you, but still enraged.
“Draining your neck got you so fucking wet? Shit… You’re driving me insane,” he gritted his teeth, and crashed his mouth into yours again.
You kissed again, aggressively, and you extended your hand toward his crotch, taking off his sweatpants. He wasn’t hard enough. It was a semi, but it was curious, since he looks horny as you right now. You tried to help jerking him off, but nothing happened.
“I’ve tried these days. But I can’t. I’ve been so damn horny, and I want to fuck you stupid so damn much, but I can’t. Fuck,” he snarled, panting, your pussy aching with his gravel, enraged, still aroused tone.
There was something curious about this whole situation, no doubt about it: even if his whole body was cold as ice, his cock was, actually, slightly warmer. That’s when you had an idea. An extremely risky, stupid idea.
You tilted your head to the side, exposing your neck.
“What if this is the solution?”
Leon gritted his teeth, biting his lips, looking at your neck. Your proposal triggered a frenzy in him again, his thirst for your blood making his breath hitch.
“I trust you. I know you’ll stop if something happens,” you reassured him, panting, caressing his face.
He swallowed hard, leaning down to reach your neck, while you kept your right hand on his cock. He buried his face there, sniffing deeply to feel the smell of your blood, still fresh. He squirmed involuntarily in exasperating anticipation. He nibbed gently, first, testing and licking, and you whined softly to the sensation. Now, with slightly more care than the first time, he bit you, growling as he sank his teeth into your neck.
While he was drinking your blood like a thirsty man who spent weeks in the desert, you squeezed his shaft gently, pumping and stroking it, quickening the pace little by little. He grunted, sucking and biting harder, and you gritted your teeth, trying to endure the pain. You continued jerking him off, and he let out muffled moans that vibrated on your neck, giving you blissful goosebumps.
After a few seconds, he let go of your neck and grabbed your right hand, leaving it resting on his shoulder. A pleased hum escaped him as he swallowed the remaining blood in his mouth.
Now he finally was rock hard. He slid one finger inside your cunt, moving it slowly, and you mewled, with your thighs trembling. He let a few seconds pass before sliding a second finger in, curving his finger to reach your g-spot and rubbing your clit with his thumb. You moaned loud, whimpering his name, helpless.
He placed his tip in your entrance, stroking himself, and chuckled, completely entranced. He approached your ear, in a dangerous, calculated movement, licking his lips.
“You shouldn't have come,” he groaned, in a delirious, animal heat. “Now you’re mine. You’re mine. All mine. Mine. Mine.”
Leon kept repeating the same words, over and over again, possessively, still jerking off, until he spread you open, burying himself inside you at a torturing, slow pace. He was big and thick enough to make you feel overwhelmingly full. When he finally bottomed out, you gasped, squirming, wrapping your legs around his waist and placing your hands on his back, your nails already scratching him.
His thrusts were erratic, rocking his hips as if he couldn’t find a way to feel completely comfortable inside you. It was greedy, but understandable in his situation.
You were desperately horny to not be sure if the dizziness was due to the arousal or the blood you lost. But you won’t lie: everything felt insanely delightful. Enough to clench him, to roll your hips trying to follow his rhythm and find more friction. His lips found yours in an anxious, sloppy kiss. You moaned in his mouth, and he growled in yours in response, gripping your hips with enough strength that you’re for sure waking up with bruises tomorrow.
That’s when he finally could find the trigger he needed to keep going. In the few seconds of sanity he had, he pushed in trying to reach your g-spot, and you slid your fingers to your clit, rubbing it anxiously.
When Leon saw you touching yourself, he looked at you with a dark, almost frightening expression. He growled again, rolling his eyes and biting his lip with an intoxicating, savage gaze. He slammed fast into you, ruthlessly, his dick throbbing in your walls while you squeezed it, your mind totally cockdrunk, on the edge of your climax.
A part of your brain shut down as you started trembling, the feeling of his thrusts more intense, you clit aching from the arousal. You only needed to hear him growl again to turn your moans into an incoherent mumbling that finally ended you.
You arched your back shuddering as your orgasm bursted. It felt like shockwaves, an electricity that disheveled you while you whimpered and cried Leon’s name, contracting your thighs, your whole body convulsing and spasming, while your fingers were still trying to find new spots on your pussy to sparkle more feelings.
He was observing you carefully, fucking you through your orgasm, feasting his eyes with your gestures, still like a hunter, a predator who was calculating his next move. He switched his position to a mating press, eyes on you, a wild stance, thrusting roughly, until his movements turned erratic again. He was blissed out, heady, about to reach his release.
Leon gritted his teeth, frowning, looking down and squeezing his eyes shut, cursing under his breath incoherently. His cock throbbed violently as he came inside you, and he growled loud again, grabbing your ass with fury, his body with shocking spasms while his cum filled your pussy. A final vulnerable moan came from his throat while he sighed deep.
You looked at him, your body already limp, boneless. You tried to catch your breath again, the dizziness worsening as the adrenaline faded. His grip loosened, his chest still heaving, but he looked in trance, almost lost. You took his hand, brushing it gently, and his eyes met yours, bringing him back to earth.
Leon took a deep breath and avoided your gaze again.
“That was insane,” he whispered, still confused, his voice broken trying to catch his breath too.
“Are you feeling better?” You asked softly, concerned.
“I feel… really good. What about you?”
His tone felt like he was starting to feel embarrassed. You didn’t say anything for a while.
“I feel… really good too,” you said, shyly.
“Good,” he said, nodding, awkwardly. “Let me–”
He let you go, hissing to the sensation. He sat beside you while you were still lying on the couch.
“We just had unprotected sex,” he said, worried.
“I’m on the pill, don’t worry about that.”
Leon paused, obviously conflicted.
“I wanted this to happen someday. But not like this. I wanted to treat you right,” he added, swallowing hard, until he took a deep breath.
You remained silent for a while, and reached his hair, caressing it softly.
“I love you too. It was amazing anyway. A good memory of our first time.”
Leon smiled at you, amused, taking your hand and interlacing his fingers with yours. Your eyes widened in surprise.
“I just confessed. What are you expecting?” He smirked, embarrassed.
You let go of his hand and touched his cheek. His skin was warm again.
He did as you told. The fangs were gone.
“Looks like this was indeed the solution,” you grinned, content.
“Looks like it. But now, we need to give you a blood transfusion before you pass out.”
He put his sweatpants on and went to the kitchen, returning with a blood bag.
“Are you expecting me to drink it, Mr. Vampire?” You asked, teasing him.
“Of course not. They brought me a few so I could control myself a little. Didn’t work of course. Come here.”
It’s not the first time you and Leon have to do something like this. Giving each other blood transfusions was practically something you could do on the go during missions.
“Will I make it, doctor?” You pouted, ironically.
“We’re not joking about this one, okay?”
The next day, Leon reported that the symptoms had disappeared, without giving any details. After a few exams, he was able to return to the office and resume his missions as usual.
When you moved in together, there were some nights when he felt a little colder and more agitated. But the warmth of your body was enough to calm him down.
And if it's not enough, well…
He wouldn't say no to a little help. Right?
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