Groan
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Synopsis: You wake up in Rhodes Hill with a splitting headache, dull limbs, and a blood covered room with two dead bodies piled up in the corner. Just as your transformation sinks in, a familiar face reappears. As a feverish blur of your first meeting floods your brain, the line between the past's reality and your doom begins to twist together.
paring: re4/re9 leon kennedy x infected fem reader
warnings: SMUT, ANGST. no use of y/n, body horror imagery described, mentions of illness, blood, past hookup, self slut shaming, road head, spit, oral and fingering f receiving, p in v, squirting, praise, slight choking.
wc: ~4.1k
What happened?
Where am I?
With all my might, I peeled open my burning eyes and blinked a few times. I could imagine that my eyes were beet red and the skin around it was swollen, because it sure did feel like it.
I grunted softly as I pushed myself off the cold, hard linoleum floor, steadying my weight on my right forearm. I looked around and instantly recognized where I was laying, but it looked different from before.
My IV no longer dripped, but spilled all over the floor. My bed was flipped over and looked like it was thrown across the room, and blood—hopefully not mine—coated the once white and light blue floor.
What the hell?
I shifted to sit up, and like on command, my head started to pound a throbbing pain I've never felt before. I let out a sound of agony as my hands subconsciously cupped my forehead. I rubbed my head, my eyes, but nothing seemed to alleviate the sharp, piercing pain.
What I didn't notice when I was scoping through room was two decaying—decayed?—bodies rotting in the left corner. I groaned and moved back.
I assumed they were nurses just by what was left of their uniforms, but they looked ill just like how I am. Clammy, sunken in, pale...purple?
I didn't want to, but I felt my body move in closer to examine the nurses. I grabbed the shoulder of one of them, and I flopped him on his back. I saw his sad face covered in blood and one of his eyes popped out of its socket. I yelped and pushed him back.
I scooted back and grabbed my bed's railings to lift myself up. Once I was up on my feet, I felt like a newborn learning to walk for the first time. I knew what it was like to be in a bed for a couple days at a time, but I was never like this once I got discharged.
I tried to lift my foot up off the ground, but it felt like it weighed 1,000 bricks. So, I just shuffled to the nearby sink and grabbed onto the tub. I huffed.
It was never this hard. Why is it this hard now?
I turned on the sink, the cold water felt like it could freeze my already weirdly cold hands. I splashed the water onto my face and hissed. It felt like it was burning my cheeks. I shut off the sink in frustration.
God, why is it so cold?
My eyes flicked up to the mirror above the sink. It was someone who I didn't recognize.
I was a monster. Something out of a cheesy horror movie.
The things that weren't out of the ordinary was my sunken features and the dark circles under my eyes, but my coloring was a mix of blue and purple.
I opened my mouth and my eyes widened. My teeth were yellow and looked to be decaying by the minute, with holes and chips decorating the tops and fronts.
I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream for help, but I physically couldn't. I felt like I couldn't even breathe.
What happened when I was out?
I've been in Rhodes Hill before. I was cursed with a rare genetic disease that was like sex and candy to scientists. I was addicting, I was fascinating, I was "going to help people" like me. I remember, very faintly, a couple days ago my test results were extremely positive across the board, and more importantly, I remember I looked like me.
In the end—if this is the end—I was nothing but a guinea pig for their experimental drugs and therapies, and look where it's got me: in a ruined room with blood smears and two dead people.
I wanted to grab this sink's tub and throw it at the person who was responsible for me, the nurses in the corner, my room, the blood. I wanted to wreak havoc on this godforsaken, bullshit—
CRACK! CRACK!
The sound of gunshots put my thinking on a pause. My head snapped to the open door of what was my room. I felt me flinch, or at least my consciousness told me to flinch.
I heard heavy footsteps down the hall that I remembered used to accentuate the sound of wheeling carts or other unfortunate patients. The footsteps moved more down the hall, and—CRACK!—another gunshot. I didn't feel my heart, but if I could it would probably be beating out of my chest right now.
I looked around to find a hiding spot from the shooter. My bed was perfectly flipped that I could hide behind it.
My brain moved faster than my legs, and I tripped over myself.
What?
I looked down at my feet behind me and tried to lift myself up from the floor, but I couldn't. My hands splayed out in front of me.
Dammit.
I grabbed at the floor and pulled myself across the cold floor.
Come on! Come on!
I heard the footsteps stop and I looked back at the doorway. My eyes widened as I trailed up the figure standing at the front of the room.
Holy shit.
Standing in front of me was someone I haven't seen since my late 20s. I remember it like it was yesterday because frankly, it was the best I've ever had. And by the way he lowers his gun tells me that he remembers too.
Leon Kennedy.
God, I'm embarrassed. Twenty-something years of not seeing each other, and I am in this compromising position on a bloody floor, with my appearance looking an absolute mess.
I tried to yell for him to help me, but all that came out was a loud, embarrassing groan.
"Hey." Leon's voice echoed through the room. God, his voice was different from his younger self I know. It was deep, mature...rugged, but I still could recognize it if he yelled my name in a crowded room. Or in a crowded bar, like how we met back in that dive in 2005.
"Hey, nice to see you again! What would you like?" The bartender asked, as he placed his hands on top of the sticky bar.
I slid onto the barstool and sighed, handing over a $10. "Surprise me."
"Wow." The bartender raised his brow. "That bad, huh?"
I groaned and held my head in my hands. "Why do guys suck?"
The bartender let out a hearty laugh. "Wish I could tell ya." He grabbed a glass and started to make some mixed concoction. "What happened this time?"
"Well for one he didn't show up."
"Oof." The bartender huffed. "Is there a 'for two'?"
"And 'for two', when I called him he didn't pick up."
"How many times did you call him?"
"Three."
The bartender's brows furrowed. "Yikes. I'm sorry, hun." He slid over a pretty drink across the bar to me, as well as my $10. "It's on the house, because you're a loyal customer—"
"Oh god, don't say that. It makes me sound like an alcoholic." I grumbled.
"And," the bartender continues, "because you've had a shitty night."
"Thanks." I lifted the glass to my lips and the smell of pungent alcohol wafted into my nose. I took a sip, and felt the burn go down my throat. The bar wasn't rowdy yet, but the men were loud, the coupes were couple-ing, and I was sat here alone to go back home to my roommate and her flavor of the night.
I wish I could be as sexually confident as her. Maybe I wouldn't feel like such a loser to succumb to my vibrator every night. But, I've never met a guy that I felt an instant sexual attraction to, just to say goodbye in the morning like nothing happened.
I heard the creaky doors open and a gaggle of men, patting a man who was walking in front, on the back and ushering him to a table behind me. I overheard the sound of their annoying man garble about God knows what, probably about a "game" or whatever.
I sighed and took another swig of my drink, the burn was not as intense as the last couple sips. Maybe I was just a cynical bitch that was loveless. Yeah, that sounded about right.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the man who was leading the pack slide into a seat next to me. I looked over at him and he offered me a small, friendly nod.
I looked anywhere but him. He was cute, built, nice jawline...whatever.
"Hey." I heard him say.
"Hi." I replied curtly. I wasn't one to communicate with anyone here.
He pointed at my glass. "Could I...uh, buy you another?"
I looked down at my empty glass and raised my brows. I didn't even realized I finished my drink. Maybe I am an alcoholic.
I turned back to the man next to me. "Sure. A free drink is a free drink."
No, no no! That was NOT how it went!
My brows scrunched and my eyes squeezed shut.
"Thanks." I lifted the glass to my lips and the smell of pungent alcohol wafted into my nose. I took a sip, and felt the burn go down my throat. The bar wasn't rowdy yet, but the men were loud, the coupes were couple-ing, and I was sat here alone to go back home to my roommate and her flavor of the night.
My phone rang—my ringtone was probably a stupid song that was popular at the time. I flip open my phone and put it up to my ear. "Hello?"
"Hey, girl! Just wondering if you wanted to head to the club? Christopher No. Matthew No. Michael's working and I'm BORED!" I heard my roommate complain over the phone.
"Can't. Wallowing at the bar tonight. I think I'm going to drown myself in—" I can't remember what it was...
"Oh, come on! It'll be fun! Just meet me—"
"Alright, let me just fin—"
No. That can't be it. I wouldn't have met him.
"No, can't. Schedule's full." I took a sip of my drink.
I heard the creaky doors open and a gaggle of men, patting a man who was walking in front, on the back and ushering him to a table behind me. I overheard the sound of their annoying man garble about God knows what, probably about a "game" or whatever.
"Look," I continued, "I am perfectly happy here. Alone."
"We just...need to get you out there!" She insisted.
"We? You have a mouse in your pocket?"
I heard her huff. "We meaning Michael and I!"
I scoffed. "One, Michael isn't even there, and two, I don't give a shit what Michael wants for me."
"But wouldn't it be fun to go on double dates? Oh! Or maybe double weddings?!"
"I'm hanging up now."
"Wait!" My roommate yelped into the phone. "You are a great person and I think that every man on planet Earth should want to spend a night, a week, or his life with you. You just need to step out of your comfort zone and put yourself out there!"
I smiled and felt my cheeks burn up. It wasn't like I didn't get compliments from her, but it was always nice to hear some praise after a shitty not-date. "Bye, love ya."
I closed my phone and set it on the bar in front of me. I looked behind me at the men crowded at the table. A blonde, with a nice jawline and an amazing build...I felt my eyes trail along that man's shoulders and his arms, to his chest—geez, I've never done this before, at least not in the open like this. God, I'm such a slut.
Maybe she was right. I'm 27 now, I need to put myself out there.
I adjust my hair and my shirt. I looked back at the men all talking and laughing. I dug in my purse and retrieved my lip gloss, sliding the sticky substance across my lips. I was ready.
I sauntered over to the table, trying to come off as a sex symbol...like Britney Spears. But as I felt some of the men's eyes on me—I felt myself shrink back to my former self, and when I reached the table I was nothing more than a sad, pathetic loser who is definitely going to use her vibrator tonight. Alone.
"Hey." The blonde one greeted me. It was emotionless, but wasn't cold. His eyes studied my face.
"Hi." I said, as I greeted him with a small smile. "Um, how are you?"
"Fine." He shrugged. "And you?"
"Great, now that you're here—or I'm here in front of you..." I fumbled my words together, then decided that shutting my mouth was the best option at this moment.
The blonde man huffed and looked down at his hands. Dammit. I ruined it.
"Mind if I buy you a drink?" I blurted out, praying that this would save this train wreck of a conversation.
The blonde looked over at his friends, almost like he was getting permission, before looking back up at me. "Sure.
Wait.
Was that it? No. Ugh, why couldn't I remember!
I opened my eyes and saw Leon inching forward to me. I closed my eyes shut again.
It doesn't matter how we met. Names were exchanged—I faintly remember hands brushing against body parts that friends don't usually touch—just, let's skip to the good part.
Leon was unlocking his car as I pressed small kisses along his jaw and down his neck. He giggled softly and tried to wiggle out of my grasp. "Hold on, hold on, let me...let me get ya in here."
The car door unlocks and he guides me over to the passenger's seat. I release my lips from his neck and slide into the seat. I brushed my hair out of my face as I watched him walk to the driver's seat and slide in.
I wasted no time going back to the spot I was sucking and kissing on. I heard the engine rev to life and the car start to move.
"Do you have your seatbelt on?" Leon asked.
I popped my lips off his neck. I rolled my eyes in a playful manner and belted myself in. "Is that better?"
"Much."
I let my hand travel down his chest and to his inner thigh, cupping his already hard cock. He let out a soft groan and quickly looked down at my hand, before looking back up to the road.
"Leon?" My voice was soft and breathy. "Can I?" I rubbed up and down on his growing length. He grunted and thrusted his hips up Into my hand.
I unzipped his pants, whipped out his cock, and began to slowly stroke up and down rhythmically. He let out a shaky breath and gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white.
I let out a soft chuckle. I leaned down against the car's console and licked a long, wet strip from his balls all the way to his tip, savoring the way he shuddered underneath me. I circled his tip with my tongue and sucked gently.
He whimpered. "We shouldn't be doing this here..."
I groaned and let his cock slip out of my mouth. "It's fine, officer."
I saw Leon's head go back, before shooting back up to look at the road. He grabbed my head and guided me down onto his cock. Up and down, up and down.
"You feel...so good..." Leon muttered. I felt my hair tangle and knot in his fingers. "W-where am I going? Back to yours—"
I slide my mouth off him in an instant. "No!" I yelled a little too loud than I wanted.
"O-okay?" His eyes shifted to me, then back at the road. "Where?"
"I don't know...hm...maybe yours?" My voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"We can't. Hotel, then?"
I shrugged. "Fine with me." After I answered I went right back to his throbbing cock. He hissed at the now familiar sensation of my mouth. I swirled my tongue along his base, his tip.
"I'm gonna come if you keep doing that..." Leon murmured.
I replaced my mouth with my hands. "Maybe that is just my intention..." He let out a ragged moan, his Adam's apple bobbing.
"Keep going..." Leon begged. "Please keep going..."
I did what he wished and stroked faster. "Did you think I was going to stop." I saw him squeeze his eyes shut and groan. "Pay attention to the road..." I whispered in his ear and kissed down along his neck. That seemed to do him in, as I heard his loud groan and hot spend coat the back of my hand.
I opened my eyes again. Leon was still inching towards me. God, it felt like I've been lying here for hours, but it must've been just seconds. I can't bear looking up into his eyes, but I can tell all his attention is on me.
The door of the hotel room shut behind us. Leon pressed me against the door and sloppily kissed me. His hands dug into my hair, as well as mine in his, and he guided me to the bed in the middle of this shoddy hotel room.
He softly pushed me down to the bed, and I looked up at him with bright eyes. I slipped off my shirt and bra and tossed it to the side. Leon's eyes grazed over my exposed body and smiled. He lifted his shirt over his shoulders, and I decided to help pull it off him.
Leon leaned down and kissed my neck, then moved to my breasts, sucking on one and cupping the other. His teeth grazed my nipple and bite softly, earning a gasp from me.
His head shot up. "I'm sorry."
"No...no...I liked it." It was cute that he was so quick to apologize.
He nodded slightly and continued to what he was doing, then switched to the other. I dragged my fingers through my hair, letting my nails scratch his scalp. Leon moaned into my breast at the touch and bit down a tad harder. I gasped and moaned louder and looked down at him.
Leon kissed down my stomach to the waistband of my thong that was already showing and sopping wet, and my low-waisted jeans that were slipping down my ass. He pulled down my pants and thong, them finding their way to my shirt on the floor.
"I'm gonna to make you feel good..." Leon cooed. He took me in his mouth, licking every crevice, lapping up my wetness.
I moan out, my mouth agape as I gripped his hair and tugged. No one has eaten me out before. I could imagine it, but I was always under the assumption that men didn't particularly enjoy it. But Leon, it seemed like he was right where he was supposed to be.
"Hey."
I looked up at Leon towering above me. He kneeled down and looked into my eyes. "Is it really you?"
I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn't.
I moaned out, my head tilting back onto the stiff hotel pillows. He'd been going at this for minutes now, I was surprised he hadn't stopped.
"Leon...fuck..." I whimpered out, my hands still twisted in my hair.
He moaned into my cunt. I felt the vibrations move from my womb up into my brain. I let out a soft laugh and moaned some more.
"You...you like doing this?" I asked. It was a stupid question, considering the fact that he was eating me like he was a man starved.
"Mhm..." Leon said into my pussy. He takes two of his fingers and spreads me open, spitting in my cunt, and gracefully thrusts his fingers in as he sucks on my throbbing clit.
"Fuck!" I hissed and clenched my thighs around his head. "Fuck yes!" I breathed out.
"Yeah, you're gonna come for me, huh?. All over my face?" Leon groaned against my clit.
"Yes, all over your face." I panted out. I grabbed the sheets besides me and felt my legs subconsciously clench together. I felt a familiar sensation pool in my belly, but it was different.
"Come on..." Leon growled like an animal. "Come for me."
My legs began to shake as I felt the restraints on my release lift. I felt hot liquid dribble out of me, and it knocked me out of my pleasure. "Oh my God..." I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Bury me in my Juicy.
"I'm so so sorry..." I looked down at Leon's glistening face.
He let out a rough laugh. "What do you mean? You've never done that before?"
"I...I peed." I confessed. And this is why I don't do one-night stands.
"You didn't pee." Leon chuckled and wiped his jaw as he looked up at me. "God, who have you been sleeping with?"
"No one." I said like I was being accused of something.
"What?"
"I mean...pshhh a bunch..." I avoided eye contact with him until I heard him huff.
"It's you." Leon examined my face, took in all my recent ugliness. I was a mess.
My eyes hurt so much, but I still kept them open to stare at Leon's mature face. He aged really well. I'm happy for him.
A sharp pain behind my eyes made me squeeze them shut. I groaned out. I was in pain and I couldn't even tell him.
"Hey, it's okay." Leon reached out and placed a comforting hand over mine.
Leon laced his fingers through mine as he forcefully thrust his thick cock in and out of me. The creaking of the bed tangled with our beautiful noises.
"Fuck, you feel so good..." Leon growled. "I love this pussy...I love your pussy..." He let out a string of moans and tilted his head back.
I closed my eyes and took in the feeling of being full with him, stretching just for him. I whimpered and writhed beneath him. How am I going to go back to my vibrator after this?
I moaned out and moaned out. Leon was making me feel so good.
"You're doing so good for me...taking me like this..." Leon's hand traveled up to my neck and softly squeezed.
The moans spilled out of me over and over, each one louder than the last.
I moaned out loudly, grabbing my head. I was now sitting up, but I had no recollection of moving.
"Shh...it's okay. Look at me, alright." Leon's hand was on my shoulder, steadying me. He examined me, gently grabbing my chin and turning my face to see my decaying skin.
"No." His voice was barely a whisper.
"Yes..." Leon drawled out. "Fuck yes..." He watched his cock move into me.
He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster and desperate. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him as close as physically possible, needing to absorb every ounce of him.
"Leon...Leon, I'm—"
"Come for me." He growled against my neck, his breath hitching as his fingers dug into my hips. "Do it. I'll come too. Come on."
The friction was too much, my pleasure coiling so tight in my core that it snapped once again. A loud, shameless cry tore out of my throat as I tightly clamped around his cock, waves of my intense release washing over me.
Leon let out a deep, guttural moan, burying himself all the way inside me, as his own body shuddered. I felt the white-hot sensation of his spend spilling deep inside me, pulsing against my walls as he collapsed against my chest, both of us panting, sweaty...
This was...
It was...
"P-perfect..." I groaned out and finally met Leon's eyes. It felt like I was staring into his soul, like I could see every ounce of humanity that was in him.
His brows furrowed in confusion, but he didn't speak. "It's me, Leon..." He softly said. "Leon Kennedy."
It was silly of him to think he would have to reintroduce himself to me. I could never forget him, and what he gave me that night.
I nodded with all the strength I had. His eyes were so sad. I didn't even imagine I would ever see him like this.
"L..." I tried to mutter his name.
Leon gave me a small smile. "It's fine...I know you're in there. You know—"
I blinked.
I found myself pinning a man up against the wall, my decayed hands clamped tightly around his neck.
In a blind reflex, the man pressed the cold, heavy barrel of the gun hard against my temple. He took a few frantic, gasping breaths, before—
I opened my eyes and shot up. I looked around at the questionable wallpaper and the hard pillows and bed in that shoddy hotel room. I turned around and saw—him sleeping soundly next to me.
