Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
β Live Streamingβ Interactive Chatβ Private Showsβ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch β’ No registration required β’ HD streaming
Vampire Professor!Leon Kennedy x University Student!Reader Smut
β οΈDead Dove Do Not Eatβ οΈ β18+ MDNIβ
CW: Non-Con
Summary: Professor Kennedy has a secret. If only you could remember what it was.
[Heβs been trying to be good. He hasn't even fed on unwilling participants for at least six weeks. Heβs been good.
But itβs gotten harder and harder each day. Especially with temptations of pretty necks and lovely eyes constantly surrounding him.]
CW:* Dead dove, non-con, porn with plot, vampires, biting, blood play/drinking, age difference, teacher-student, memory alteration, first time, sadism.
*More warnings will be provided with new chapters as the story progresses.
Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, Epilogue
Smut starts the next chapter.
Your eyes glaze over from lack of sleep as more words appear on the board, the professor adding yet another term definition to the long list already present.
Youβre trying to listenβyou really areβbut your brain is not cooperating, too tired, too foggy, as distant thoughts of shitty luck plague your mind, all because of your asshole ex, Jonah.
God, men fucking suck.
Itβs always been like this for you. You care, you love, you give, and what do you get in return? Cheating. And this time? It was with one of your friends! Because apparently heβs the spawn of Satan.
But you won't wallow in your sadness for too long, or at least, you'll try not to. It is why you're going out all weekend long, getting shitfaced and partying. Because nothing screams post breakup recovery like even more bad decisions.
You just have to prepare for the weekend and cover your bases.
You already have a list of friends youβll go out with (only those who kicked that traitorous bitch, Amber, out of the friend group), the couple outfits you have planned, and the places youβll likely hit up. Apparently there's a new trendy bar that opened in town, and youβd love a new scene to visit for a much needed change.
Now you only have one more thing to do to ensure a worry free weekend.
When the lesson comes to an end and the professor dismisses the class, you quickly gather your things and make your way to his desk, nervous about the sin youβre about to commit: lying.
βUm, Professor Kennedy?β
The man in question looks up from the papers he was stacking to meet your eyes with his blue ones, a curious expression painting his face.
βYes?β
βI, uh, wanted to let you know I won't be able to make it to next classβ¦ I have a family event I have to go to, and my flight back here is on Monday afternoon. So, um, I won't be here to attend.β
You watch as he nods slowly, registering your words before he answers casually, βalright, just make sure to check class notes and the material Iβll send out to stay up to date.β
βWill do. Thank you, professor,β you smile politely.
He mirrors your smile, giving you a curt nod, and you can't help but be a bit mesmerized by just how attractive he is.
Itβs a known fact around the school: professor Leon S. Kennedy is a certified stunner. And though youβre not exactly close to him or anywhere near being one of his favorite students, you have to admit, itβs nice having a teacher that's so easy on the eyes.
With your white lie having gone undetected, you walk out of the lecture hall feeling a little bit better than you did entering it, knowing you won't have to deal with coming to class hungover on Monday.
This is going to be a fun weekend, and nothing is stopping you from making the most out of it.
After two nights of partying and drinking, you find yourself riding yet another uber on Sunday with three tipsy girlfriends, as you all continue your bar hopping of the night.
Itβs nearly midnight when you wobble on the sidewalk to enter that new bar youβve been wanting to check out, proudly flashing your ID at the bouncer.
Once inside, youβre immediately submerged in heat, noise, and movementβbass thudding through your chest, voices overlapping into a blur, the air thick with the smell of perfume and alcohol.
After shortly debating on where to sit, your group picks an empty booth and you make your way to it, readjusting your short skirt for the umpteenth time, aware of strangersβ eyes.
And before you know it, youβre already halfway down a cocktail and on your way to get more for the table. Your friend Maya accompanies you on your very important quest, but before you reach the crowded bar top, she says she needs to pee. So you do what any decent friend does and go with her to stand in the long bathroom line.
After what feels like forever, itβs finally her turn to go in, but it's too crowded and stuffy for you to wait for her by the sinks, so you choose to go and wait back out.
Youβve always felt a bit claustrophobic in crowds.
You stand in the dark little hallway that leads to the lavatories, leaning one shoulder on the wall as you scroll on your phone amidst the current of people coming and going, tapping your foot to the rhythm of the echoing music.
Youβre smiling at a funny TikTok when someone suddenly bumps into you, muttering a short βsβcuse meβ in a deep voice.
You barely lift your head to acknowledge them, but the sight of the absolute tree trunks they have for arms catches in your peripheral vision, prompting you to take a better look.
And⦠Fuck.
Right in front of you, standing in all his silver streaked, sandy haired glory, is none other than Professor Kennedy in a look youβd never seen or even imagined on him before. Black, long sleeved top, dark jeans, boots and a leather jacket folded over his forearm. He looks so fucking good you almost forget youβre supposed to hide and not ogle like an idiot.
But just as your drunken brain catches up with logic and you start to turn around, he notices youβof courseβand after half a second of what looks like surprise, his face settles into a more amused expression.
βSo, family event, huh?β he quirks an eyebrow.
You choke on your own breath as you try to think of a response, your heart feeling like itβll thump out of your chest.
βI-It, uh, it was cancelled! Yeah, cancelledβ¦ Thatβs why Iβm still in town,β you stammer out a half decent response.
He tilts his head slightly, looking even more amused. βSo then, I'll be seeing you in class tomorrow morning. Correct?β
βOh, of course! Thereβs no reason for me at all not to attend class!β
The professor nods slowly, icy eyes looking you up and down, and itβs only now that you notice heβs not wearing his glasses like usual.
βSo I take it youβve completed the assignment due?β
If you looked panicked before, you must look absolutely terrified now.
What fucking assignment?!
βR-right, the assignmentβ¦ Um, yes, Iβve finished it and Iβll bring it tomorrow. No worries!β you smile nervously, your tipsiness not doing you any favors to hide your nerves.
He smiles in response, but itβs more akin to a mischievous smirk than anything else. He crosses his arms, the veins on his skin peaking past his rolled up sleeves, making you do a double take before forcing yourself to focus on his face.
βWhatβs it about?β
βWhat?β
βThe assignment. Whatβs it about?β
Goddamn it.
You debate lying again, but making something up when he knows the right answer sounds incredibly stupid, even to your inhibited self.
βOkay, fineβ¦ I didn't do it,β you mutter under your breath, self consciously pulling down on the hem of your skirt.
The movement catches his eyes, and he doesn't make an effort to look away from your bare legs as he answers, βthatβs not very responsible.β He pauses for a moment, as if pondering, and then meets your eyes again. βI didn't take you to be the βparty all night and skip out on classesβ type.β
You can tell heβs feigning sternness, but you don't detect any true disappointment in his tone, which makes you wonder what he must be thinking.
βWell, I don't usually, but Iβm going through a breakup and I don't knowβ¦ I guess I needed a break.β
Heβs a bit taken aback by you answering so honestly, but be chalks up your candor to tipsiness.
βBad breakups can be nastyβ¦ But tell me, youβre not here alone at least, are you?β His voice is softer now, sweeter.
βIβm here with my girlfriends.β
βGood. Whoβs driving?β
βOh, we're taking Ubers home.β
βThis late at night?β
βUm, yesβ¦β
At that, Professor Kennedy leans in slightly, his voice dropping lower when he speaks.
βTell you what, Iβll give you an extension on that assignment, but I have a condition.β
βCondition?β you ask cautiously, his cologne filling your nostrils now that heβs standing closer.
βIβll drive you home.β He says casually, as if the entire situation isn't extremely weird in the first place.
You think his offer through: an extension on an assignment and a free ride by your model-looking teacher don't sound half as bad, as embarrassing as the situation may be.
He must've seen the acquiescence in your expression because he nods in satisfaction before you even say 'yes'.
βWe leave now. Itβs more than late enough. Call up your friends, will ya?β
βOh, right, o-okay! Just give me a minute.β
βIβll wait by the exit.β
βThank you!β
You scurry away, mind reeling as you go back inside the bathroom to find Maya.
Five minutes later, youβve gathered all your friends who are now teasing you for getting caught red handed by your professor. You all make your way to the rendezvous point and find him leaning against the wall, now wearing his jacket, chatting with a pretty, blonde haired woman.
You watch the interaction curiously as you approach, and it's clear from what you can tell that they're flirting because the woman keeps smiling playfully, clearly charmed by whatever heβs telling her.
It feels so bizarre witnessing your usually serious and professional teacher, now seducing a hot number while in a leather jacket. It makes you wonder what else you don't know about him.
When your group of four walk up to him expectantly, he smirks, pushing off the wall.
βSorry, babysitting duties,β he tells the unnamed woman and she chuckles, giving him a sly wink before she stalks off.
He gestures with a nod towards the exit, and your friends giggle, way too drunk to pretend they're not finding this incredibly exciting and amusing. Maya even announces in the loudest whisper possible that heβs βthe hottest DILFβ sheβd ever seen.
You hope he didn't hear.
You know he most definitely did hear.
Outside, you walk through the parking lot as he leads the way to his car until he stops in front of a black Porsche. Youβre not nearly car savvy enough to know what year or model it is, but you can guess it's a pricey car. Apparently teaching criminal justice makes you bank, what do you know?
Professor Kennedy unlocks the car and your friends usher you to sit in the front because they think it would be hilarious. Fantastic.
Once everyone is buckled in and the destination agreed upon, he gives one more glance your way, eyes dropping to your legs before he focuses on starting the engine.
The car ride is awkward as expected, or at least it is for you. Your three girlfriends are having a blast in the back, laughing drunkenly at anything and everything, while you stay silent, fidgeting with your fingers.
βSo you all live on campus.β He speaks softly when the car stops at a red light, despite the streets being empty this late at night.
βActually, they do. I live in a small shittyβsorryβcrappy studio, but Iβll just crash with Maya at the dorms since youβre driving us there.β
You internally facepalm at swearing but he chuckles, seemingly finding it entertaining.
βI don't mind driving you home after I drop them off.β
βOh, no, it's fine, really. Weβll just have a sleepover, we do it all the time.β
βHow are you getting to class tomorrow if you can't go home? Because I hope you're not planning on wearing that during lecture,β he gestures to your outfit with a twitch of an eyebrow.
You immediately feel even more embarrassed and subconsciously close your legs tighter, tugging at your skirt once again.
βIβll just borrow something fromββ
βIβll take you home.β
He cuts you off, and his tone is a mix of something confusing. His wording is to the point, his voice is stern, leaving no room for argument, but at the same time the slight curl of his lips that forms a small smile is paradoxical. He looks almost mocking.
βOkayβ¦ Thank you, professor,β you murmur quietly in response, submitting to his request.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
β Live Streamingβ Interactive Chatβ Private Showsβ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch β’ No registration required β’ HD streaming