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just-some-random-h0e · 1 year

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Luis' Lab Partner

Pairing: Reader X Luis Content Warning: 18+, minors DNI, slight humour, protected sex, AFAB reader, Reader x Luis Sera fic. Special thanks to Suri for reads and edits!

Summary: You'd been working many long nights at Umbrella, with only your work and your smooth-talking lab partner to keep you company. One night during a particularly lengthy experiment, the two of you take a break to read some 'online smut'. One thing leads to another and you find yourself undressed, thrown over the top of Luis' desk.

Fic under the cut!

“Senorita, I have to ask, what does it mean by ‘he thrust deep into me, his cock battering my cervix relentlessly’?”

“Luis, I’m gonna be completely honest, I have no fucking clue,” you stated, pinching the cigarette from Luis’ mouth and inhaling deeply.

“It’s rather abstract…” Luis scratched the back of his head in confusion. The two of you were currently hunched over Luis’ work computer. The only source of lighting in the room came from the painfully bright light of the CRT monitor, casting your faces in an ominous white glow.

Time always passed slowly in the lab whilst you were waiting for results. Today had been a particularly gruelling experiment and despite it very rapidly turning to the early hours of the morning, you both still had a long wait ahead of you.

“It’s just like porn but with words.”

Luis laughed and did his best to sound shocked. “A lady such as yourself watching porn?? How scandalous,” he remarked with a glint in his eye, or perhaps it was the light playing tricks.

You tapped the shared cigarette on the side of Luis’ mug, watching as the powdered ash dropped into the remainder of his coffee.

The pair of you had been working together for quite some time now, the pleasant small talk you exchanged towards the beginning had quickly grown stale given that neither of you really did anything outside of work. Whilst you were happy to sit in silence like you’d done previously with other colleagues, Luis wouldn’t allow it. He was by no means annoying or obtrusive but he always made an effort to engage with you, small things like, how did you sleep last night? Have you ever read Don Quixote? What food do you like? Would you like to read Don Quixote? By all rights you should have found him annoying but there was something quite charming about him.

“You know what we’re doing right now is basically the same as watching porn together.” You paid close attention to Luis’ expression, fully intending to get as much amusement out of his reaction as possible.

Luis choked on air. “Th-that’s not- it’s not the- I have to go check on some vials,” he announced, springing to the floor in a rigid stance. You suppressed a giggle, watching as he ran behind one of the desks and pretended to look for something.

Reading together in the dark lab had become a tradition for the two of you, it first began when Luis had brought along a heavily worn copy of Don Quixote to read. Unfortunately your busy work schedule didn’t leave much time for reading and so Luis had read it aloud for you while you worked. He managed several chapters a night depending on how late you were working and surprisingly he’d breezed through the entire novel in a matter of weeks. Luis had given it his all and you deeply appreciated how he brought the characters to life, giving each a distinctive voice, you enjoyed it so much in fact that once it was over you were unable to hide your sadness.

You’d both agreed to find more things to read, these came in the form of: every single magazine in the break room, the umbrella health and safety pamphlet and finally, each of Harold’s work diaries that he’d left scattered throughout the labs (that was when they found out he really didn’t like Luis.) You cursed yourselves for not bringing along more books. That was when you had an idea, why not go online for some ‘fine literature’. And that’s where you found yourselves tonight, sat in a darkened room reading online smut.

“You coming back or should I find another one?” you called out, mouse already skimming over various links in the forum.

“I’ll just be a second,” came the stammered response from across the room.

“We can read something else. I just thought it would be funny.” You stood up, making your way over to where Luis was. “Sorry if I made things awkward…” you trailed off, your eyes studying Luis carefully. “What are you doing?”

“I just needed a moment to… catch my breath.” His back was turned to you but the embarrassment in his voice was clear.

“You know,” you began, edging closer as you spoke. “It gets lonely being cooped up in a lab all day.” Luis’ head spun round and he flinched back slightly when he noticed you were standing directly in front of him.

“I’m always here to keep you company, senorita.”

“I know,” you replied, reaching out a hand towards his chest, Luis stopped you, clasping your hand gently in his.

“Perhaps we get to work, ey?”

“I don’t want to and clearly you don’t either,” you said pointing your gaze downwards.

Luis attempted to cover himself but it was too late, even in the dark of the room his growing lust was painfully obvious.

“Ah that’s not very gentlemanly of me,” Luis laughed nervously.

“I like your carefree side better.”

You stepped forward once again, closing the gap between you. Instinctively, Luis reached out his hands and put them either side of your hips, eliciting a gasp in response. Despite being the one to initiate you were still taken aback by the sudden contact. You’d spent many days and nights together but you’d rarely touched, there was the occasional brushing of fingertips when exchanging coffee, a pat on the shoulder followed by an earnest ‘well done,’ and of course, your most intimate act so far, a shared cigarette passed back and forth between your lips.

Your arms reached upwards, looping around Luis’ neck, you pulled his head down towards you and planted a long awaited kiss on his lips. It only lasted a second but you felt as though a current were running throughout your entire body even after pulling away. Luis stared at you momentarily, mouth agape, until it widened into one of his signature grins.

“Dios Mios,” he exclaimed softly. “It would be rude not to follow the lady’s example.” He brought his lips back down to yours and kissed you passionately, threading a hand through your hair as he did so.

Delighted, you leaned into his touch, lapping desperately at his tongue, only ever having tasted him through cigarettes you were desperate to get your fill. The kiss intensified and so did your grip on the back of Luis’ shirt. The two of you stumbled backwards with Luis steadying himself with one hand.

“Perhaps a change of position is in order,” he announced, picking you up by the waist and setting you down on one of the desks.

“Stuff’s in the way,” you said, swiping your hand across various notes and test tubes. Luis winced as the glass shattered on the floor. “It’s okay, Umbrella’ll pay for it.” You’d already discarded your lab coat and were halfway through undoing your blouse.

Luis looked conflicted for a moment, that was until his gaze landed on your now exposed cleavage.

“Mi amor.” He let out a breathy sigh before burying his head in the ripened fruits. His hands fumbled with the back of your bra. His mind was clouded in a lustful haze, impairing his ability to complete simple tasks. “Mierda,” he muttered impatiently, hands still grappling with the metal hook of your bra.

Both amused and agitated you began pulling off Luis’ lab coat and then quickly moved to his jeans. In the time it took you to remove both articles of clothing, he was still trying in vain to remove your bra.

“Can’t be good at everything,” you giggled. Luis laughed in return, unclipping your bra in an instant.

“You’ll pay for such hurtful remarks,” Luis threatened light-heartedly. He dragged down your trousers and underwear, dropping them to the floor along with his jeans. Without another word he nestled his tongue between your legs, eliciting a high pitched moan from his lab partner. He gave extra care and attention to your clit, lapping at it firmly and greedily. You wiggled your hips in pleasure, grasping fistfuls of Luis’ hair in your hands, as you pushed his head further into your throbbing clit.

The force of your fingers pulling on his hair caused Luis to let out a stifled groan, despite the pain he continued to lap at you until his mouth and stubble were fully wetted with your dripping contentment.

“Luis- fuck- just stick it in already,” you cried out between gasps.

Luis pulled away, dabbing at the side of his mouth with his thumb. “If you insist,” he smirked, pulling open one of the desk drawers and retrieving a condom from inside. Printed on the front of the pack was a stark red and white umbrella logo, along with the slogan ‘Our Business is Life Itself’, Luis couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony.

“Seriously, Luis? You keep those in your desk?”

“What?? They’re company issued,” Luis explained innocently.

“Oh, right, so they just hand out a condom with every beaker or something?”

“Err they do for me,” he gave a half shrug, half laugh as he tore open the packet and slid the condom over his awaiting dick. He turned to look at you, before shaking his head. “Ah, this won’t do, that looks a little uncomfortable.” He grabbed the clothing from the floor, bundling it into a makeshift pillow that he slid underneath your head. You smiled at his attentiveness, reaching up to peck him on the lips once more.

Luis positioned himself on top of you, sliding in with ease. You both moaned as he settled himself inside of you. “Are you feeling alright?” He cupped one side of your face in his hand as he waited for an answer.

“Doing just fine,” you grinned in response, bucking your hips against Luis.

Luis responded by matching your rhythm, pushing in and out, the room was filled with the sounds of your heavy panting along with the clatter of the remaining items left on the desk.

Luis fought hard to suppress his overflowing pleasure. He gripped the edge of the table with one hand and used the other to pull one of your legs up over his shoulder. The new position gave him a better angle to pound into your most sensitive parts.

“Ah, more,” you gasped. Your rising contentment threatened to boil over as you felt your head swim. “Luis,” you called out in desperation. You gripped onto his arms, your eyes watering and pleading.

He peppered kisses down your neck.

“It’s okay mi amor.” The gentle caress of his voice gave your aching body permission.

Like a flash of lightning your mind went blank, all thoughts emptied as you sought only satisfaction. An electrifying pulse coursed through you as your entire body trembled as you writhed against Luis.

“Ah, ah fuck,” you cried out as you collapsed in bliss.

Luis followed soon after, crumpling beside you. You both laid in silence besides the occasional panting of breath. Luis carefully slid out of you and grabbed his lab coat from the floor, throwing it over the two of you.

“Hey, Luis?”

“What is it,” he mumbled as he dug through his pockets searching for his lighter.

“Did you hit my cervix or not?”

“Hmm maybe, maybe not. Perhaps we can try again another time?” he quirked an eyebrow in sync with his cigarette lighting up.

You struggled to suppress the blush that burned across your cheeks, holding his hand closely in yours.

Umbrella was really going to have to start issuing more condoms.

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just-some-random-h0e · 1 year

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Imagine Luis trying to help you finish your work but you end up getting distracted by him instead.

Warning: suggestive themes and mild sexual content 😘 look away, minors.

The dull clunk of ceramic on a hard surface placed beside you nearly makes you jump from your seat. It was a hot drink, steam rises from within its liquid contents and a delicious aroma fills your senses invitingly. You look up to see the amused look of Luis Serra grinning knowingly at your mild surprise.

“Another late one, eh?” He had his own mug in his hand, taking short sips as he leaned against your table casually. His white lab coat was open, revealing a partially unbuttoned white collar shirt and dark blue jeans. The open coat flowed down the length of his form, accentuating his tall frame. His grey eyes ran down your hunched posture before rising to meet your exhausted gaze.

It was just the two of you in the lab, everyone else had already gone home for the day. You were both in the same research department and were leading your own projects. When it came to biochemical and pharmaceutical research, Luis was a genius in the field, same as you. It was actually how you two grew close. Your line of work makes you both linger in the lab long after the sun has already set until it was only the two of you left. These frequent, private moments in the shared space would then be filled with meaningful conversations and playful banter. You learned quickly then that Luis was a serial flirt, but he possessed a gentlemanly charisma that did not deter you from engaging him further. In fact, you welcomed his attentions.

One day, he asked you out and you two have been officially dating since. The both of you were mindful to keep your personal lives out of the workplace, wanting to maintain a sense of professionalism between you in front of your peers. Thankfully, none of your fellow coworkers caught on to your affairs so you were able to carry on with your respective works as normal.

You reply to him with a groan, burying your tired face in the palm of your hand. “Have to file another report for Wesker, apparently there’s some big meeting tomorrow morning-” you turn your wrist to glance at your watch, completely crestfallen at the lateness of the hour. “This is going to take forever.”

The Spaniard frowns, a flash of genuine pity in his eyes before they alight with an idea. “How far are you along?”

“About three more pages to go.” It didn’t sound like a lot, but the amount of information that you needed to provide is not only lengthy in detail, but also time consuming as you must include multiple references from other reports as well. And since you were the last person in your team still in the building, it fell on you to make sure that it was concise and perfect. The pressure from that thought alone made your grimace deepen.

“Perhaps, I can offer my assistance,” Luis says, pulling you from your downtrodden thoughts.

You glance at him, visibly touched by his considerate intent but dubious, “Thanks, but you weren’t working on this project, Luis. You don’t have the necessary information to provide meaningful insight for my report.”

He nods, “Correcto. But that wasn’t what I was offering.”

This piqued your interest. “Oh? Then how exactly are you planning on helping me?”

“Dos palabras,” he lifts his hand and extends one finger in the air after another. “Positive. Reinforcement.”

Your intrigue only amplified at his words and still you couldn’t make heads or tails of what he actually means. “So basically a reward system,” you say slowly.

“¡Sí!” The man chimes with infectious enthusiasm. “Right now, you have no motivation to finish your work, yes? If there was, say, something to look forward to, then you would be more inclined to finish. And, ideally, at a faster rate. ¿Comprende?”

“I get you, but.. what would that even entail? What are you giving me?”

The Spaniard shrugs, his characteristic smirk gracing his handsome features. “Guess you’ll have to finish this current page to find out. Chop chop, my dear.”

With a swift clap on your back, Luis retreats from your side to return to his own desk on the other end of the laboratory. Your eyes followed his stride and lingered on his form long after he sat down with his back towards you. You wondered what sort of “positive reinforcement” he had in mind for you.

You shake your head, choosing not to linger on that tempting thought. You had a report blaring at you through your computer screen that needed your undeniable attention and you were only halfway done through the current page. With a determined roll of your stiff shoulders, you went back to work.

After nearly half an hour, you finally finished the hellish portion of the report. Much sooner than you had anticipated. “One down!” you said aloud with a triumphant smile.

Luis perks up at your declaration and rises from his work desk to return to your side. His eyes scan over the document. “Hey, this isn’t bad. Muy bien.”

“Thanks, Luis.” Your mood lifts ever so slightly at his warm praise. “Just two more to go. I can do this.”

The man beside you hums in agreement. “You most definitely can. And your efforts so far deserve a reward.”

You blink at him incredulously, “You were serious about that?”

“Why would I not be? Am I not a man of my word?” Before you can answer him, Luis turns your seated form to face him, your chair swiveling under his strength. He extends his hand to you with a warm smile, “Give me your hand, por favor.”

You couldn’t help but smile back, reaching for his hand and clasping it. He felt warm to the touch, a welcome contrast to the chilly air flowing in the laboratory. He squeezes your hand affectionately, “Now close your eyes.”

You tilt your head at his request, amused curiosity curving subtly upon your lips. He throws you a telling glance to follow his lead and you do as he says without any further resistance. For a moment, there was nothing and you wondered what he was doing until you felt the fan of his warm breath against your ear followed by a tender kiss upon your cheek.

It was only until you felt his breath leave you did you open your eyes, a look upon your face as if you were just waking from a trance. His face hovered by yours but was far enough where you can see him fully. His body hunched slightly over your seated form, his hand at the backrest of your chair, supporting his weight so that he doesn’t fall over you. The temperature of your body rises at his closeness.

He looks down at you through thick lashes. “A blessing of sorts,” he winks, explaining himself before you had the chance to inquire him on what he just did. “To lift your spirits and motivate you to keep going. Is it working?”

Now that he mentions it, the weariness that hung over you like a thick blanket felt lighter on your shoulders. There was no denying that his charismatic presence and comforting attention has put you at ease. The kiss certainly helps as well but you dare not admit that out loud. The man’s ego was big enough already, no need for you to stroke it. You had to mentally slap yourself from letting that line of thought drift to naughty waters.

Still in a distracted state from his tender affection, you merely nod in response. Your lover’s easygoing smile widens and he plants another chaste kiss. This time upon your lips. You felt you were in a daze before, now your mind went completely blank.

“Let me know when you’ve finished the next page,” you catch Luis say before he leaves you with your mouth slightly agape.

To say you were confounded was an understatement. The two of you have kissed plenty of times before in the past but never at work. You were not opposed to it, per se, and truthfully it stirred within you temptations begging to be explored. But you did not think that Luis would create openings for such temptations so casually. You wanted to confront him about it but can hear him typing away loudly at his own desk. Taking this as a sign to return to your own task, you go back to work as well.

This next part of your report should have been done faster. It was not as detail intensive as the last, yet there was no doubt that you lagged in completing it. You knew why too. You were completely and utterly distracted. Luis’ innocent gesture kept running to the forefront of your mind like a song on repeat. It was such a short instance too, you can hardly call it a meaningful interaction. But the memory of how his lips felt against yours lingered and it took a bit of extra mental effort to power through the next portion of your project. Eventually you succeeded.

With a huff, you lean back into your seat and announced your small success once more. “Alright! Another one down.”

“That’s great, mi corazon. Well done.”

Luis’ voice nearly makes you fall off your chair. When you look up, he was already leaning over your shoulder, glancing through your new entries with genuine intellectual interest. When did he walk back over to you? How long was he standing there?

“This is excellent stuff. I’m certain Wesker and the higher ups will be pleased with your research,” he smiles down at you in praise. “I believe another reward is in order.”

Without giving you a chance to recover let alone register his words, Luis grasps your chin between his fingers and turns your head towards him. Your dark-haired lover then adjusts his position to better angle himself as he leans down to capture your lips once more. This kiss started off gently before deepening gradually into something fiercer. His devilish tongue swipes along your bottom lip for invitation and snakes inside your responsive mouth to engage your wanting tongue in a slow, sensual dance.

Desire bubbled feverishly in the pit of your stomach and you nearly moan into his mouth, but the sound turns into a longing whimper when he pulls away from you. Again, much more quickly than you would have liked. His hypnotic grey eyes beholds your lustful expression appreciatively.

“Eres mi tesoro,” he says with a husky voice so low, the sound flows into your ears and soothes your senses into a tender lull. “Haces que yo quiera ser una mejor persona.”

You’ve heard Luis speak in his native tongue many times before. For him to use it to sing your praises with genuine adoration sent shivers across your body without fail, stimulating you from your exhausted state and sharpening your awareness until your only center of focus was him.

His hand shifts from your chin to your cheek, cradling your face lovingly, a warm gesture that reaches his eyes. “Last one. You got this.”

With that, he removes himself from your side a third time, returning to his own chair without a second glance. There was a hint of a smirk tugging at the end of his mouth that you had managed to catch before he turned from you completely. The loss of him making you pout longingly. Luis was right, though. You were almost at the finish line with your work. The sooner you complete this report, the sooner you can call it a day and see what the Spaniard had in store for you as the last installment of this reward system he erected for you. Just the thought of kissing him again filled you with eager determination. With a crack of your knuckles, you hover back to your keyboard once more.

You were screwed. Absolutely ruined. Ever since Luis left you wanting with that last mind-blowing kiss, you were unable to concentrate on your report at all. In fact, you haven’t typed a single new word. The last page has been completely blank for what seemed like an eternity, blaringly white in your screen. The blinking of the line waiting for your input taunts you along with the ticking of the overhead clock.

“Luis,” you call out to him in frustration.

“¿Sí, mi amor? What’s wrong?” You hear his voice echo back, noting your tone with mindful intrigue.

“I can’t do it,” you admit, a defeated groan escaping you. “I can’t finish this stupid report.”

His approaching footsteps pick up so rapidly that he’s next to you again in a matter of seconds, evident concern on his face.

“What happened?” Luis asked. “Did you discover contradictions in your variables?”

You shake your head, burying your face in both of your hands to hide the burning, shameful blush on your cheeks. Luis didn’t catch it right away, kneeling beside your hunched form and rubbing the tension from your back with a soothing hand.

“It’s all your fault,” you pout, glaring daggers at him. “Because of your and your damn positive reinforcement, I can’t focus!”

His look of worry quickly turned to confusion before realization sets in and his lips curve into a lecherous grin. “Oh, really?” he prods, looking so infuriatingly proud.

“Don’t you dare give me that look! Was this your intention all along?”

“To be perfectly honest, no. I really thought I came up with a good motivational tool to help you along,” he shrugs, his playful tone absent as he spoke, accentuating his genuity. “It appears, however, that my idea backfired.”

You shoot him a pointed look that practically shouted at him for his astonishing observation of the obvious. “Luis, I really do have to finish this report. But how can I do that when all I can think about is you.”

Luis wears an exaggerated expression of awe, his hand placed over his heart as if you just gave him a moving declaration of love. “¡Oh Dios mío! That is the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.” You nearly slapped him then and there but the Spaniard catches your wrist with a cheeky chuckle. “Sorry. Truly. Allow me to make it up to you.”

Still riding your mild frustration, you take his bait. “And how are you going to do that, huh?”

A playful glint in his eyes flash at your inquiry. “The way I see it, mi amor, I am the source of your distraction. There are two ways this can be resolved.”

Luis lifts one finger, “One. I can leave for the day and leave you to your own devices. Pero, I don’t think that will really help, in my humble opinion.” He lifts another. “Two. We get me out of your system.”

Already you knew where he was heading with that one but wanted clarification anyways. “You’re going to make me ask how you’re going to-”

He doesn’t wait for you to finish your sentence. He doesn’t wait for you to ask. Instead, he drags you from your chair to stand up before him and pulls you into his tight embrace before ensnaring you into another passionate kiss. Your body shudders from his talented mouth working wonders upon your senses, frustration dashed away for sensual need to take root. You are once again consumed with fervent desire, plunged into a pool of warmth. Luis had you under his mercy, but when he guided you both onto one of the medical chairs used for pharmaceutical testing, he was the one under you.

He holds you firmly against him, using his long legs to spread yours so that they hung loosely around his hips and dangled off the chair, effectively caging you around him. The entire time, not once have your lips separated and when they did, it was only to take in much needed air before diving back into one another. You loved kissing Luis, being with him like this set off sparks on you that you couldn’t compare to anything else. He teases you like it is a game of push and pull, but holds you like you are the only thing in the world to him. It was mix of sensations that fills you both with excitement and contentment, leaving you guessing of what he’ll do next but giving you comfort in knowing that everything he does is with your satisfaction in mind. And right now, he sought that for you both.

The evidence of his desire for you presses enthusiastically against your inner thigh. You can feel his arousal throbbing beneath the layers of fabric that separated you two. Luis groans sinfully against your mouth when you reflexively ground your hips on his sensitive organ. In turn, he squeezes the flesh of your ass daringly, pulling you closer into him while purposefully thrusting upwards, creating delicious friction. The pace he sets is slow and full of promise, rubbing along your sensitive area like a match burning at your core but not vigorously enough to set your carnal needs aflame, torturously teasing you from your release. You wanted more of him, you needed more of him.

But you remember where you are. And even though every part of your body screamed for you to succumb to your baser desires and engage in uninhibited pleasure with your Spanish lover- this wasn’t the place or the time for it.

“Luis-” you began. The man cuts you off with a kiss once more and your voice slips into another traitorous moan.

“Lo sé, mi amor, lo sé.” Luis whispers before pulling away, already knowing what you were going to say, peppering your jaw and neck with loving nips. “I am perfectly content with just this. Having you in my arms.”

A comfortable air settles between you two, allowing yourselves to calm down from your sexual high. With a heavy sigh, he rests his head upon your shoulder, not meeting your eyes.

“I’m sorry, mi corazon. I really did want to help.” Although his voice was hoarse with desire still, guilt riddled on the surface. You kissed the top of his head then, already forgiven him.

“You know,” you began to say, “this is an egregious misuse of this medical chair.”

He arches his thick brow at you, spirits lifting at your playful tone. “We were at it for awhile. You choose now to have a guilty conscience?”

His endearing smile returns to his handsome face when he sees you laughing at his words. One of his hands squeezes at your thigh to call back your attention. “Suppose we should move, eh? You still have that report to finish.”

You look down thoughtfully, pondering his suggestion before relaxing your body atop his, head resting on his shoulder. “I’m okay with staying like this for a little longer if you are.”

Luis chest rumbles in light-hearted humor at your decision but evidently had no complaints as he adjusted you both on the chair to make himself more comfortable. His arms wrap around you, drawing soothing patterns on your lower back as he rests his cheek against your head. You can feel his lips tug into a content smile.

“I like having you on top of me, anyways.” Immediately you snort unattractively and his voices pitches in curiosity. “What? What did I say?”

“Nothing, sorry.” you apologize, failing beautifully in choking your laughter down. “Forget you heard that.”

“C’mon. Tell me. I want to know.”

You lift yourself slightly to look him straight in the eyes, a tinge of red on your cheeks in growing embarrassment. “Promise not to take it the wrong way?”

He observes your expression with unrestrained curiosity. “Lo prometo. Now, what is it?”

“I just…” you trail off for a moment, biting your lip. “The way you said how you liked our current position, it sounded like you admitted to being the submissive type.”

You watched his amused curiosity fall down to that of pure, unadulterated shock. For a moment, you thought you’ve gone too far with your honesty. However, as if driven by masculine pride, Luis lifts you both up from the chair with a strength that astonishes you and places you to take his spot against the now warmed cushion.

You were not sure if what came after was meant to be a sort of punishment or more positive reinforcement. But you did not have any complaints and were so blissfully exhausted the following morning, it was a miracle you ever managed to finish your report on time. Upon submitting it, Luis used his charm to ensure you time off so that you can enjoy some much deserved rest. To your surprise, he took the rest of the day off too and went home with you with some more rewards in mind.

A/N: This is a request for @luis-serras-little-slut. Hope you liked the twist ;) Thank you very much for the sweet ask.

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just-some-random-h0e · 1 year

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incipient.

Hi everyone! Welcome to my fic. I’ve been nervously working on this piece for the last couple of weeks, and it all stems from my motivation to give writing a try. I’ve always lurked on tumblr/ffnet/AO3, and I’ve always marvelled at how good everyone else writes.

Just as a heads up, this *is* my first piece of fic ever. I’m open to feedback and learning new things as I go along. <3

What I hope to accomplish with this muse – Luis Serra x Reader – is to work on as many requests/prompts that I’m comfortable with. This first prompt is pure smut, so please enjoy the nastiness that is this creation from my imagination.

I’m also open to taking requests! Shoot me msg in my dm’s and I’ll do my best to tackle it. :):)

I would like to dedicate this project to my favourite human beings on this planet. @leonrizzkennedy, @/gofuschia and @izabinz !! They were the driving force to push me out of my comfort zone to start this beautiful, challenging, yet fulfilling journey to writing fics. Hopefully the start of something wonderful! The lack of Luis Serra fics surprise me, it truly is such a loss to the ladies of the world… But please check out their works. They inspire me every day to be a better version of myself. I love you guys so much! :’)

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indulgence.

Breathing became an arduous task for you at this point. Somehow the very basic human function that keeps you alive— inhaling and exhaling oxygen— was way too much for you to handle.

Shit… try to keep it together.

As the sweat drips down your forehead, you find yourself repeating a mantra. You’re lying in a comfortable position with your head resting against the soft pillows behind you. Your grip on the silky sheets crumples them beneath your fingers. You make a mental note to apologize later for potentially ruining such beautiful bedding when you’re in a better state of mind.

You feel his hot breaths hit your soaking core, which causes you to suck in a deep breath. You licked your lips and swallowed nervously. Luis seemed to have sensed this, placing his hands on your thighs and squeezing them softly.

“I’ll be easy on you.” He says softly, giving you a wink. You bite your lip and nod. His eyes darted down again and he sighed.

“Hermosa,” he whispers, shaking his head and grinning.

Luis gently pushed your thighs further apart, hooking his arms under them so they wouldn’t close.

Your legs are spread open for the person beneath you, keeping you securely in place.

You hear him chuckle lightly and he keeps his eyes on you, loving the way your body responded to him. Embarrassed at how you may look, you screw your eyes shut and sink your head back further into the soft pillows. It was nerve-wracking having Luis’ mouth so close to such a sensitive part of your body, especially the fact that it was a first for you, and for you two being together like this. Another wave of sensation washes over you, not being able to help yourself arch your back and letting out a soft whimper.

“…Oye.”

You straighten your head, looking into his intense grey eyes. His gaze feels overpowering and you want to look away. He moves his hand to brush his long bangs aside, still holding your gaze with a self-satisfied grin.

“Los ojos en mí, carinõ.”   As he whispers your pet name in a hushed tone, meant only for you to hear, your heart flutters. You can’t help but admire the way he blends his Spanish words, as they dance sensually on his tongue, brewing an unknown feeling deep inside.

Whenever Luis Serra incorporated his native language into your conversations, it elicited a fluttering sensation within you. His playful nature was captivating, and you found yourself drawn to him. Luis carried himself with an undeniable charisma that made it impossible not to take notice.

As you got to know Luis better, you found it endearing how he spoke about his childhood hero, Don Quixote, and how it shaped his charismatic and gentlemanly personality that you love. His daily displays of chivalry towards you were admirable, despite his occasional silliness. Few men could match Luis Serra’s commanding presence and powerful masculinity, which he reserved solely for you with his warm-hearted nature. You feel fortunate to be the woman he chooses to shower with affection.

Although he flirted with other women, he never lost sight of you, your needs, and the fact that he only had eyes for you.

Luis was the type of man that your mother cautioned you against. He possessed a dangerous attribute in his charismatic charm, but he carried it with finesse. You were always cautious when dealing with men who seemed to only desire a fleeting and shallow encounter, but Luis was different. He patiently worked to earn your trust, wooed you in a respectful manner, and courted you while being mindful of your personal boundaries. He was like a chivalrous knight in shining armour.

Now, he is in between your legs, enjoying every moment without the need for words, and it seems that’s exactly where he wants to be.

Being in a new intimate setting like this, with just the two of you, it was only a matter of time until this new feeling inside of you comes full throttle, and poor you couldn’t have prepared for this.

He lowers himself back to your lower half. He glances back up to meet your eyes as if he was silently asking if it was okay for him to continue. You inhaled sharply and nodded, riddled with anticipation.

He places one of his hands on top of your thigh, giving it a light squeeze, only then does he drop his eyes as he lowers his mouth below you. He stuck his tongue out and licked a slow, flat stripe from the entrance to clit, so very slowly, and you quickly slapped your hand over your mouth to muffle the surprised squeak you made out loud.

Your hips involuntarily jerk, which causes him in between your legs to groan and grip your thighs tighter. The way your head snaps back upright causes a slight moment of confusion, and you swear you start to see stars.

The taste of you fills his mouth — directly savouring you. To him, you were warm and soft, with a pleasant smell he couldn’t get enough of, and Luis can’t contain his groans. He laps you up with his tongue with as much fervour to show you how captivated he is by you. The vibrations he triggers deep in you make you squirm, and he smiles and allows himself to grind his pelvis into the bed.

Luis feels the pressure of the mattress on his aching member, feeling the budding strain in his pants.  This will have to do, for now, Luis thinks pleasingly to himself.

He then slides the flat of his tongue along the folds of you below and pushes the tip of his tongue into you. You cry out, but it isn’t until he returns to focus his attention directly on your clit that you push against him, tilting your hips to allow him a better angle to work with.

He very carefully explores that sensitive spot, curling his tongue slowly around the bud. When he uses a little more pressure to capture it between his tongue and upper lip, you buck your hips and grab both sides of his head. Luis’ groan reverberates inside of you. You reached down and thread your fingers into his hair and he chuckled. You have a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in.

Your moans let up for just a moment, then, when he replaces his tongue with his lower lip and applies just the slightest amount of suction, a plaint wail bursts from you.

“Holy shit!” You gasped. Your heart was beating miles a minute.

Luis slips his hands under your ass, bringing your lower half closer to each other. He holds your legs steady and gives you a solid base, preventing you from breaking away from his ministrations.

When he makes eye contact with you, the pure desire in his eyes hurtled the intensity brewing beneath you.

“Oh, my god…” You whispered, unable to take your eyes off him as he devoured you.  He smirked and latched his lips around your core once more. When he sucked on your sensitive bud, you felt sparks shooting through your veins and muffled another cry with your hand.

“You’re doing so good for me, mi amor,” Luis cooed. He briefly pulled away, deciding to use his thumb to slowly rub your sensitive clit. You started panting as you tried to get a good look at him, noticing that his chin was glistening. He lapped up the wetness from his lips with his tongue. You held another breath in your throat, marvelling at how erotic the sight was. You were entranced.

“…Mi Luz,” He softly mumbled, seemingly distracted with licking his lips of any trace of your wetness. You felt a creeping blush spread over your cheeks, feeling the hotness in your ears. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” Luis gives you a warm smile.

Hearing the sincerity in his voice gave you goosebumps all over your body. You return the smile by giving his shoulder a firm squeeze, hoping he could see the pure adoration in your eyes.

“Just do me one, little thing. Hmm?” Luis grinned at you, raising one finger up, wagging it in the air in a slow circle. “I want you to let me know when the feeling becomes too much, okay?” He gently kisses your inner thigh, eyes never leaving yours.

Feeling a bit nervous, you nod in agreement as Luis positions himself next to you. You brace yourself as he uses his elbow to support his weight and holds your knee, lifting it above his shoulder. With his other hand, he gently touches your intimate area, causing you to gasp in surprise.

The cold sensation of his ring sends an electric shock within you. He withdraws his finger, even though you are wet, and bring his single digit into his mouth. You watch him suck and lick the digit with unashamed lust. He gives you the dirtiest grin you’ve ever seen.

Licking the taste of you off his finger clean, while immensely satisfied with the way you’re looking at him, he lightly coats his finger with saliva and drops his hand back to your core. Your hips arch to meet him, and Luis’ fingers dip back into the warm wetness.

Luis slowly guided his finger back into you, setting a slow pace. You keep your gaze on him at the way his eyebrows knit in concentration. Like working away at a delicate piece of art with trained hands, as gently as can be. He strokes and teases you. You respond with soft cries, arching your body, moaning his name breathlessly.

“Joder…” Luis grunts, biting his lower lip while lost in thought. He feels the beads of sweat form on his temples. He sneaks a few glances at you with every ministration and can’t help but wince at the growing arousal that painfully tugs in his trousers. The way you’re coming undone for him clouds his judgment in wanting to continue his slow pace with you, but this is your first time, and Luis wants to make it as exquisite as he can.

Luis tries not to move his hand much; aware that holding this position will bring you to your release. He thumbs your clit in slow circles and picks up the pace by pumping his skilled digit in and out of you. It will take a bit, he mused to himself, but it’ll be worth it. Watching you writhe and hearing you whimper louder against him, he shifts his focus on your panting increasing by the minute, and the intense expressions of pure pleasure on your face.

Luis dips his head below once more, eager to taste you again — love the taste of you. He groans at how your legs start clamping against the sides of his head, with your hands intertwining with his beautiful locks. Your cries hitch sharper, and your lower back arches with the pressure on your clit. Luis decides to introduce his second digit into your warm, wet folds all while keeping the steady pace he’s set.

You screamed his name, arching your back and allowing your head to sink further into the pillows behind you. The spasms in your thighs shake against Luis’ firm hold.

The sounds, god, the sounds… Luis thought in awe, completely smitten with the scene before him. Seeing you tremble, moaning his name with intense, lustful conviction nearly made him lose control right then and there.

He let his tongue glide between your folds, allowing his fingers to pump in and out of you with a pleasing rhythm. In response, you rocked your hips against his mouth as you silently cried out loud, savouring this newfound feeling.

Luis alternated between lapping up your wetness with his tongue and sucking on your clit to prolong the sensations of your orgasm. You babbled— no, chanted his name like a prayer and held onto him for dear life. Finally, you knew you couldn’t take it anymore. The burning desire below was starting to teeter into a brand new wave of pleasure you’ve never experienced quite like this.

Taking his chances, he was quick to speed up his pace, sucking your swollen clit and fingering you at a speed you didn’t even know was humanly possible. You continued to whisper praises to the ceiling, and his encouraging moans against your clit are telling that he could hear everything.

Your orgasm was sneaking up, and Luis was only getting faster with everything that he was doing so deliciously well.

And that would be at any moment.

“L-Luis!” You rasped out. “I… I can’t… I’m-I’m gonna—” You whimper, starting to feel tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. This feeling was crazy, you felt like you were going to snap in two. You release your hold on Luis’ hair and try to wiggle free from his hold.

“Come on,” Luis hisses lowly. “Cum for me, mi amor.” He steadies you in place, coaxing you to let go.

Right then, when Luis swaps out his fingers for his tongue, you were done for. His hands dug into your thighs, Luis soundly devouring you in a way that only had you helplessly whimpering under his sucking and licking. The plunging of his tongue and fingers in your entrance coupled with the quick flicks of your clit brought you into an earth-shattering orgasm. With a scream of his name, your back arched in response to the intense, overwhelming feeling of warm liquid gushing from your entrance.

Your body trembles and quakes with the overwhelming sensations coming in full force. You allow yourself to fully release your illustrious essence unto Luis beneath you. You hear his moans as he presses himself even closer than he’s been to your core; devouring your wetness as if it was the last thing he’d ever be blessed to taste for the last time in his life.

After coming down from your high, he unfurls his lips from your clit with a wet sound, and a satisfied sigh, gently releasing your legs from his grip. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and sits back to look at you. He allows his hand to stroke your leg soothingly, allowing you to take a moment. You’re staring up at the ceiling, your hand on your chest to steady your laboured breathing. At this moment, you feel a wave of desire burning through your body.

“Luis,” You beckon him towards you. He crawls up to the side of your body, propping himself up on his elbow and leans on his palm.

“I can’t believe you were capable of…that.” You remarked softly, absentmindedly playing with a strand of his hair. Luis takes hold of your hand and kisses the back of it tenderly. He meets your gaze with hooded eyes.

“Anything for you. Sólo tu.” Luis gingerly cups the side of your face. He keeps your gaze as he strokes your cheek with his thumb.

“Was that okay for you? Did it feel good?” Luis asks curiously. You always appreciated his gentleness towards you. Experiencing this in an intimate setting, however, you felt something desirable stirring up deep inside you once more.

“It definitely is a new feeling for me. Nobody’s ever made me feel that way. You made me feel so good.” You felt red in the face for being so brave with your choice of words. Despite that, you managed to keep your gaze steady with his, hoping to see the glint of arousal in your eyes that you so badly wanted him to see.

“I told you I would, didn’t I?” When you looked at him, he was grinning at you through half-lidded eyes. Though, you did notice a playful glint.

As you gazed into his eyes, a sudden wave of giggles overtook you. Your mind was consumed with intense desire for the man before you, yet you also struggled to process everything. You hoped that your laughter, which you often used to cope, wasn’t alarming him.

Surprisingly, Luis joined in on your laughter, reaching over and stroking the back of your head, while his other hand rested on your backside. You rested your head on the nook of his shoulder, taking in each other’s warmth. You both experienced a comforting sense of tranquility, almost like being at home. This feeling was something you were eager to explore further with Luis.

As the giggles finally subsided, you mumbled a soft ‘sorry’ into Luis’ shoulder and planted a chaste kiss there before straightening up again, both of you gazing into each other. With a newfound fire burning within you, you close the distance between the two of you. As you leaned in towards Luis, you whispered his name softly. “Luis,” He swallows slowly, the burning desire in his eyes are trained on yours. You wet your lower lip. “I want you to feel good too,” you said, hovering over his lips.

Luis grinned, clearly having no intention to stop you. He embraces you tightly, positioning you comfortably on his lap and starts a passionate kiss. Holding your face gently, Luis adjusts your angle to intensify the kiss, enabling both of you to explore each other’s tongues more fully. Then, it becomes a competition of lips nibbling, tugging, and tongues vying for control over each other.

Luis closes his eyes and his breathing becomes shallow. His hands stay on your hips as you lightly grind against him. You felt like the highest in the room. Your hands gently explored each other’s bodies, tracing every curve and dip with care. You caressed Luis’s toned torso and arms, taking in every detail that makes him unique.

As your fingers trailed over his smooth olive skin, you noticed a deep scar. Luis reacted with a low groan as you traced the path of the scar with gentle fingers. Leaning in, you pressed a soft kiss onto the mark. “Santa mierda,” Luis breathlessly curses, exposing his neck from the way he tilts his head back from the feeling. This gives you the chance to trail kisses along his jaw. The stubble grazes your lips and cheeks as you pepper him with soft kisses, eventually trailing down towards his neck. You nip at the corners of his neck, noting how sensitive it is for him from the way his breathing hitches. His strong, callous hands roam up and down your sides, as you continue your journey of light sucking and nibbling. You wonder how he felt about love bites littering his skin.

As if he read your mind, Luis craned his neck slightly for you to have a better angle of him. You hesitate, but lightly suck on a small area and apply pressure with your teeth. You feel him ground himself upwards to you, gripping your waist tightly, all while letting out a low

groan that sent sparks to your core. You couldn’t help but roll your hips at the sudden sensation, whining at the friction his clothed erection caused with your exposed base.

You both are panting heavily from that moment of excitement. You take a look at the small red mark forming on his neck, blushing profusely at the boldness of your actions. Luis seemed to have caught your embarrassment and gives you a sly grin.

“I can see your thinking,” He shifts slightly, placing one hand behind your back and the other grasping your waist.

“I don’t have a problem with you marking me,” Luis leans in close to your lips, just ghosting over your lips.

“In fact… Esto me entusiasma.” He gives you a wink and captures your lips once more.

You both feverishly kiss each other with so much passion, that you allow a moan to slip out in between your heated make-out, giving Luis another surge of want for you. You tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to you than humanely possible.

Luis is an honourable man who ensures that any woman he encounters is completely satisfied in multiple ways. The way he cherishes women and gives them gratification, and appreciation, and by no means does he short them of pleasure. If there are ways he can show how he worships feminine grace, it’s something he is happy to show and tell. Ladies first, is a saying that he vicariously lives by.

He takes both of your breasts in his large hands, skimming the supple skin as gently as he can. You feel the cool tinge of metal from the rings he wore, causing goosebumps to trail up your body. He massages the mounds in a circular motion, lightly squeezing with pressure, watching for your reaction. You let out a soft moan, the sensations tingling down your spine.

“God, look at these.” Luis sighs as he held your breasts together. He softly pushes them together, stuck in a revered trance. You can’t help but avert your gaze from the sight of this man fully engrossed in your body. It made your heart yearn for him even more.

Luis lowers himself, his mouth encasing your breast in one swift motion. He sucks and nips, using his tongue to draw circles around your nipple. You let out a cry, and deftly grip his shoulders as a means to compose yourself. You hear him hum in response. He kneads the other breast with his palm, making sure it gets some attention while he works away with his mouth. With a wet pop, he releases your breast and latches his lips to the other. He pinches and rubs your nipple with his other hand, and that alone causes you to feel stir-crazy. You arch your back with a sharp gasp.

“Luis- Luis, I feel it again… I…I’m…!?” You can’t even form a coherent sentence at this point, and you babble words with a mixture of pleas and cries. Luis continues his ministrations on your breasts, allowing himself to ground up into your quivering form. He steadies himself with one arm holding you close. It was becoming too much.

“Use your words, baby… Tell me what you need.” Luis says huskily, to help push you over the edge. He teethes your nipple and alternates flicking his tongue in circles around it.

The pressure building beneath the two of you builds to a point where all sense of control could potentially be lost in an instant.

“I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum… Luis…!” You roll your hips and clench your core, grasping onto Luis for dear life. A sudden burst of pleasure breaks through, and you let out a shattered cry. You throw your head back and let the second ripple of reverberations send shockwaves within you. You bonelessly fall backwards, but Luis catches you from falling completely, and keeps you upright.

Luis releases your breast from his sinful mouth and groans into your shoulder, planting a kiss.

“Mi amor… You… You’re going to drive me crazy.” Luis chuckles darkly, you lift your head to look at him. Despite your desire to make sure he feels good, here he is giving you a second orgasm effortlessly. You want to return the favour so badly, and like brand new energy surging out of nowhere, you act on it.

His hands remain on your hips as you grind against him, chasing the remnants of your second orgasm. A whine grows from the back of your throat, and you catch the look of surprise on his face. You lean forward into him, parting your lips in order to entice his tongue to dance with yours. Throughout the entire connection at your lips, Luis becomes hotter and warmer. The feeling radiates from his heart. A moan spills from your mouth against his lips as you mutter the name of your lover. Luis can’t help but moan back, pulling you closer and closer to him.

You pull away from the heated kiss, and both of you breathe in tandem, shallow and laboured. You lean yourself into his shoulder, feeling both of your hearts beating rapidly.

“Luis, I-I need—“ you start breathlessly, unsure of the right words to say. “Please…” you manage to choke out.

Hearing what you needed, Luis takes you off his lap and stands off to the side of his bed. Without a word, Luis deftly unbuckles his belt and shimmies his pants down his legs. With a free hand, he rids himself of his boxers, allowing his length to spring freely. The contact with the air coupled with the release of his restraints, Luis hisses. He gingerly strokes himself and lets out a sigh of relief. You all but gawked at his mirth, your heart leaping in your throat. To you, it appeared to be on the thicker side, impressively long enough to match his ego. How becoming, you muse.

Luis stands by the edge of the bed, watching you closely. You tilt your head to the side with inquisition, allowing a bit of anxiety to seep through your body. This was supposed to fit inside of me…? You chew your bottom lip. Luis notices the apprehension on your face and brings himself to your eye level. He places a hand on top of yours.

“Mi amor, are you sure you’re ready? We don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable. I can wait.”

As Luis takes hold of your hand, he tenderly kisses each knuckle and uses his thumb to provide a soothing massage. Your heart flutters at the way he holds your hand with such care. Despite his efforts to make sure you achieve your own highs, the fact that he seeks your consent before proceeding sends an overwhelming sense of love into your chest, making your heart feel as though it might burst with joy.

As a tear trickles down your cheek, you take a shaky breath. You wish your smile could express the immense love you have for this man. You hold his hand against your cheek and snuggle into his warmth. The expression on his face is priceless.

“I’m ready, Luis.” You cooed.

Luis sat up, crawling his way back onto the bed. He rests his back against the headboard, crossing his legs in a sitting position. He reaches out a hand motioning for you to come hither. You crawl towards him and climb into his lap, scooting closer with your legs wrapping around his waist. You rest your hands on top of his shoulders, shuddering with the feeling of his hand trailing your back in patterns you found soothing.

You glance below and see his length resting against the dip of his pubic bone. You audibly swallow, and reach for him. The way your small hand grasped his thick length and slowly pumped causes Luis to curse under his breath. He tensed under your shallow grip, muttering to himself in Spanish. You maintained eye contact with him as you continued to stroke, making sure to cover the base and the tip. You feel a sticky bead forming at the top of his head, and you glide your thumb all over it, effectively spreading the sticky residue to his member. Luis shuddered and bit back a groan.

“Mierda…” Luis trembles.

Taking that as your cue to gradually increase the speed, you experiment with squeezing his length and going a little more deliberate with your strokes. Luis’ hips jerked and his panting becomes ragged. He grips the sheets beneath him and continues to move his hips in rhythm with your movement.

“Ay, mi amor, you’re so beautiful, just like an angel… How did I get so lucky?” Luis pants.

You watch with curious fervour watching Luis become less and less composed before you. You memorized the way his face contorted with strain, his breathing erratic, but the groans accompanying sent an illicit shock to your own core. Still stroking him, you allow one of your hands to ghost over your nether region. You slide one finger upwards and you gasp—You’re soaked. At your sudden revelation, your grip on Luis tightens and he cries out, his hand flying to your wrist.

“Shit! I-I can’t have you squeezing the life out of me like that. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out,” Luis pants and searches your eyes, for what exactly he doesn’t know. But the gaze you give him is strewn with pure, absolute conviction that you were ready for him. If looks could kill, Luis grinned to himself as he pulls you into his lap.

“I’ve got you, mi amor.“

Luis’ hands return to your hip, lifting you up effortlessly. With his other free hand, he holds his length beneath your entrance. Determined to make it easy for you, he gives you one last look and slowly lowers you down, the tip of his head entering the opening of your sex. He sucks in a sharp breath gritting his teeth, feeling the natural lubricant you’ve been able to produce encase his length with less resistance.

The initial shock it sends you deep inside is coupled with a sharp pain that made you cry out. You pawed at Luis, hoping that the stretching feeling would subside the lower you go. Luis steadies you, with one hand behind your head and the other wrapped around your waist. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear, reminding you to breathe. He takes a pause and tries to match his breathing with yours.

“You’re doing so good.”

“You’re taking me so well, my love.”

“I’m so proud of you, mi luz. Look at you.”

Luis praised you with each inch that you allow yourself to lower unto him completely. You whined and cooed into his ear about how good it feels, that despite the weening pains, you were going to do your best to make sure he also feels good. Luis felt a swell of pride hearing your determination to give him the same treatment. He nuzzles your neck and continues to whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

But it was the sound of Luis struggling to control himself that pushed you to finally take in those final inches.

Fully sat on his lap, with his member fully sheathed inside you, you let out a small whimper at the electricity coursing haphazardly through your veins.

“Oh… Joder!” Luis rasped.

Luis buries his face in the side of your neck, unable to contain the moans torn from his throat as he is unable to control the instinct to rock his hips in and out of you. You can hear he’s babbling gibberish, or profanities that blended like a hot mess. You were his undoing as much as he was yours.

“Oh dios, you feel so good around me, princesa.”

Luis’ hips move just barely enough to make the mattress squeak; surging immediate shock waves of bliss through you both. The pace you both set was agonizingly slow, still taking the time to adjust to his length. You raise yourself off of him and attempt to slide back down. Luis grunts and holds your hips so tight that you feel his fingers digging into your skin.

“B-Be careful,” Luis rasps and pants lowly with his mouth hanging open. “I don’t want to hurt you, mi luz.” His voice ushers sincerity and heeds in a warning. You smile and nod at him while allowing yourself to get comfortable with his girth, slowly letting yourself bounce in a soft, controlled rhythm. Luis holds you from under your ass to help, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, each breath a moan.

Luis sets a steady pace, supporting your weight and lifting you and bottoming out with comfortable ease. With each descent, Luis grunts and closes his eyes in concentration, the knot in his abdomen growing tighter and unbearably hotter. Each time he cracks his eyes open to look at you, arching yourself away from him, with your hair bouncing in place- the delicious sounds of your moans nearly made him come undone right then and there. He bites his lip, furrowing his brows to keep focus and help you draw out and prolong this beautiful moment.

“Luis, everything… Everything feels so!—“ You choke out a sob, unable to form a coherent sentence with the sensations ripping you apart. You feel the growing warmness building up all over again, yearning to chase that release with Luis.

“Lo sé, mi amor, lo sé.” Luis sucks on your neck, trailing wet kisses down. He ends up leaving a mark on your skin, you cry out at the sharp pain of the bite, but he laps his tongue around the affected area, keeping your mind off the dull pain.

His member throbs inside of you, and you involuntarily squeeze in response. Luis groans each time, letting your name fall on his lips intertwined with words of praise and love. You’re in a safe space with him, and he’d do everything in his power to make sure of that. He uses his body to connect with you in a way where the absence of words isn’t needed — his slow, deep thrusts into you with each accompanying sigh were his way of saying he adored you. He would ravage you, and only you for the rest of his life.

“El amor mi vida…” Luis murmurs against your lips, the feeling in your chest burns at the passion laced with his words.

“Te amo…” Luis’ pace picks up and he’s holding you against his frame as he pistons his hips up into you with unbridled mercy. The sounds of heavy breathing, skin making rhythmic contact, and your cries of pleasure were music to his ears.

As your internal muscles tighten and release his throbbing member through the impending ripples of your orgasm, Luis knows he can’t hold back any longer.

“Mi amor,” He tilts your chin up to his eyes, his mouth hanging open with each heavy breath he takes. “You feel so divine. I’m very close. Where do you want me to finish?”

You stare longingly back at him, you lay your head on his shoulder burying yourself into his neck and cry out. He tries to make out what you’re saying and asks once more. His heart hammers and he so desperately listens to your whisper barely heard above the sounds of lovemaking.

“In me, please. Luis, I want you to cum inside…” You barely manage to whimper.

That finally set him off. With a few last, deep thrusts, Luis cries out as he expels deep inside you. The exquisite thrusts coupled with the lust-blown look in his eyes trigger your own explosive orgasm for the third time. An incredible wave of pleasure washes over you, allowing yourself to moan Luis’ sweet name in rapture. Luis groans and continues with each deep thrust he gives, feeling himself pour ropes of his seed deep within you as you both come down from your high. His breathing is laboured, and his heart feels like it’ll burst out of his chest.

Luis rests his forehead against yours, capturing your lips with a messy kiss. He bites the bottom of your lip, and you giggle. The sound alone made his chest swell. Luis lifted you off and pulled out. He brings you to lay on top of him, letting your head rest on his chest. He drapes his arm across your back, listening to the way you catch your breaths in the aftermath.

After some time, you both manage to regulate your breathing. The rise and fall of his chest was a comfort to you, and at this moment, he was everything. You feel yourself tear up, and your body shakes softly.

Luis, coming down from his own high had draped an arm over his face, completely engrossed in the afterglow of the lovemaking you two shared. His eyes are closed but wills himself not to fall asleep. He feels the way your body trembles and a faint sob comes from you. Luis immediately sits up, bringing you with him. He murmurs a “Hey,” softly to get your attention.

He places his hands on each side of your face, as lovingly as he could, in hopes of searching your eyes for an answer. When you don’t respond to the way he whispers your name as if his voice could add more potential damage he’s inadvertently caused unto you, the panic sets in. What did he do?

“Mi amor, Did I hurt you? Mierda, lo siento mucho… Was I being careless?” Luis says, guilt laced in his voice. He has a look of pure remorse, the inner turmoil in his cloudy grey eyes shone beautifully, but in a heart-wrenching way. It pulled at your heartstrings.

You touched and placed your hand against the one that rested on the side of your face. You sniff and smile at him. You see the panic in his eyes subside slightly.

“Luis,” You breathe out, and you softly laugh. “You didn’t do anything wrong, don’t worry. I… I’m just feeling floored by what just happened. I promise you.” Luis lets out a tense breath he’d been holding in while waiting for you to speak. You nuzzle yourself into the palm of his hand and dreamily sigh.

“You could never hurt me. I know you wouldn’t, and for that I love you.”

The worried look on his face finally melted, and he pulls you in for an embrace. He rubs his hand up and down your back while murmuring something endearing in Spanish onto the top of your head. He plants soft kisses on your forehead, your shoulders, above your heart, pretty much lacing you with kisses all around your body- making sure you know you’re loved by him.

“I’m glad to hear that, corazón. You did so good, had me going absolutely loco for you.” Luis smirks at you, noticing the blush forming on your face. You avert your eyes from meeting his, and bashfully cough. He rubs the sides of your arms up and down, as a sign of comfort. He leans in to plant a peck on your lips. When he pulls away, you exhale and smile ardently at him.

Luis scoops you into his arms and clambers off the bed, with a ‘hup’. He carries you into the washroom and has you sit on the edge of the tub, drawing warm water into the tub. Once filled, he hums at himself and gives you a loving look.

“Now, let’s get you cleaned up and comfortable. As a reward for all your hard work today, the aftercare is the most important part.” Luis says playfully. He motions for you to stand, and places one hand on his hip, jutting in an exaggerated manner with his palm open-faced towards the drawn bath. “After you, I insist.” He insists with a subtle, coy touch only Luis Serra was capable of.

You beam with delight and let out a chuckle as you gently grasp his hand.

“Such a gentleman.”

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the stuff i’d let luis do to me, carlos as well…gotta be exorcised from the dirty thoughts

Literally me too. When I catch myself zoning out while I’m doing anything and I’m thinking about all the things I’d let Luis do to me. It’s kinda concerning. 💀💀

I mean, can you even blame me? Look at how fucking hot he is.

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just-some-random-h0e · 1 year

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Chapter 8 : Make Amends

As promised, chapter 8! :p Much shorter than the others I know, but I particularly enjoyed writing it. Sorry for any possible errors, and hoping that you enjoy following this fiction :) ¡Pero joder, me vas a escuchar, ¿sí? : But damn, are you going to listen to me or not?

The young duo had finally found refuge in a small abandoned building after trekking through meters of devastated land. The rain beat against the tin roof, creating a soothing sound as the young woman tended to her companion's superficial wounds before they resumed their journey.

"What happened?" murmured (Y/N) softly after tending to her partner's injuries. "So many things, so many things... Well, I was found by a special agent, Leon, the harsh guy you just met. He was sent to save Ashley, the young girl that was with him, who is infected with the virus. Then I promised to help them...but unfortunately, both of them are at a more advanced stage of the infection than you were when I treated you…and that’s the end of the summary," he replied, standing up to stretch.

"We have to get out of here, Lui-

The young man took a deep breath before looking his companion straight in the eyes. He gently placed his hands on her cheeks and kissed her lips. Although it was not the ideal moment for a kiss, the young soldier allowed herself to be carried away by this sweet moment, helping her to escape the surrounding chaos.

This kiss was much more intense this time, and despite the horrors unfolding outside and the urgency of the situation, the young couple could not resist the opportunity to forget themselves for a few moments. (Y/N) gently placed her hand on her partner's cheek, caressing his soft skin. Luis wrapped his arm around her waist, slowly bringing them closer to each other. Their breaths mingled in a sensual dance, their lips pressing against each other with passion and desire. They kissed each other fiercely, their tongues exploring every corner of their mouths. Time seemed to stand still around them, their fiery passion enveloping them in a cocoon of desire. They finally separated, panting, their eyes locked onto each other.

"Lo siento, I know it's not the time, but I needed it," Luis said, laughing lightly. "And your eyes seemed to be asking for it too."

(Y/N) felt the heat rise to her cheeks, revealing a rosy hue as she timidly looked away.

"No need to apologize, I needed it too. I was afraid I would never see you again," she replied softly.

"Never would a prince charming leave his princesa behind."

The young woman chuckled softly, but her smile quickly faded as she adopted a serious expression to address the man still standing before her. "I'm sure they're nice and all, Luis...but Leon seems like a capable adult who can handle himself. I'm sure he can manage on his own." The former Umbrella scientist suddenly approached and grabbed (Y/N)'s shoulders, digging his fingers into her skin. She could feel the urgency and concern in her friend's gaze. "They're infected, they need me." he replied, looking worried about the situation.

He seemed really determined to save Leon and Ashley, and although (Y/N) was touched by his determination, she was only thinking about their safety now. She could understand Luis's anxiety, but she knew that their own survival had to be their top priority. She had already witnessed the devastating effects of the virus up close and didn't want to risk her own life, or Luis's. "I know you want to help them, but we need to escape while we still can-"

"In that case, you go ahead of me. You're strong, and healed, you can do it...I can't leave them behind." Those were his last words before he turned to the partially open door of the building, peering out at the path he intended to take, the rain still coming down heavily.

What was wrong with him? It was the first time she had seen him like this. "You barely know them-"

" ¡Pero joder, me vas a escuchar, ¿sí?"

It was the second time he had interrupted her, and this time his voice had become much more aggressive. Was he angry with her? For the first time in months?

After noticing (Y/N)'s slightly scared look after raising his voice, Luis approached her again and placed his hand on her as if to reassure her. "Sorry for raising my voice like that..." He then sat down next to her again before continuing his speech. "I've led a pretty shitty life..." he sighed.

Now it was sadness that could be seen in her partner's eyes, his gaze directed towards the ground, while his fingers nervously played with his favorite lighter. A few seconds of silence now replaced the sadness of his previous words, accentuated by the sound of rain crashing against the ground. "I know it will never change my past actions, but I need this to feel better. People can change, right (Y/N)?" His heart beat nervously as he finished with his last words before looking at the young woman with anxiety.

Moved by his words, (Y/N) gently took his hand, placing it on her chest, just above her heart beating calmly. She felt the tension dissipate from his body as he leaned against her. His hand trembled slightly, but she held it firmly in hers, like an anchor. She knew that words alone would not be enough to calm the sadness and anxiety that were overwhelming him, so she acted on instinct, hoping that the warmth of her body and the soothing rhythm of her heart would bring him some comfort.

"You're a good man, Luis," she murmured softly, continuing to hold his hand, squeezing it gently. Her chest was warm under the man's hand, a good man who made bad decisions, that's all."

Luis felt a surge of gratitude towards the woman's words and actions. She was his only comforting presence in his world of chaos and regrets.

"We'll save them, I promise you."

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Chapter 7 : Trust In Desperate Times

the chapter 7 is finally here!! And chapter 8 is coming shortly after!! Sorry for the delay, and sorry as usual for any mistakes. Hoping that you'll enjoy this chapter :) Feel free to share your thoughts with me.

¡Un forastero! : A stranger ! ¡Te voy a matar! : I'm going to kill you ! Me has echado de menos, mi querida : I've missed you, my dear.

Y/n was exhausted.

She had been walking for hours, traversing winding and dangerous paths infested with monstrous creatures in search of her missing friend. Her heart was filled with worry and apprehension, and her mind was muddled with a multitude of unanswered questions. Where had he been taken? And most importantly, was he still alive?

The night was dark and eerie, illuminated only by the pale glow of the moon and flickering stars. Y/n was beginning to lose hope when she spotted an old, dilapidated mansion on the horizon. She approached it cautiously, scanning the surroundings with suspicion. Suddenly, she spotted a dim light emanating from inside the house.

Her heart began to race. What if Luis was being held captive inside? Y/n crept closer and closer, moving with extreme caution to avoid being detected by any potential enemies. But as she approached the house, she saw a horde of zombie-like villagers gathered in front of the entrance, trying to force their way in.

Unexpectedly, a familiar voice emerged from within the walls of the old building.

"A little help upstairs, cowboy!" it yelled out.

It was him, she was sure of it.

Without hesitation, Y/n gripped her pistol and fought her way through the Ganados that seemed to be multiplying before her eyes. They were coming from all sides, in increasingly larger groups and with ever more terrifying weapons: dynamite, Molotov cocktails, and others.

Oh god, I hope he's not hurt, she thought, feeling her heart pounding in her chest. Adrenaline was coursing through her veins, and she knew she had to find Luis at all costs. She couldn't leave this hellhole without him.

As she approached her goal, she felt a hand grab her shoulder and hold her back. "¡Un forastero!" exclaimed a villager as she approached, brandishing a menacing shovel. "¡Te voy a matar!"

(Y/n) fought desperately, trying to break free.

In a quick movement, she finally grabbed her attacker's shoulder and violently threw him to the ground. She was determined not to give up on Luis, even if it meant fighting with a fervor she didn't know she had. She struck left and right, sending the Ganados to the ground one by one.

"Hey, over here!"

She suddenly turned to see a young woman waving at her near the house.

Without questioning the identity of the blonde woman in front of her, (Y/n) rushed breathlessly towards her, narrowly escaping the remaining Ganados. She needed help, and this stranger was her only chance of survival.

"Hey Leon!! Come over here!" The young woman shouted again, creating an opening in the now infested house.

"Ashley!" exclaimed a deep voice from inside. It wasn't Luis's voice, and (Y/n) turned her worried gaze inside to see a muscular young man holding a rifle in his right hand rushing towards them, followed now, by a familiar figure.

"Luis! You're safe!" exclaimed (Y/n) with relief as she finally saw her companion alive and free.

"(Y/n)! I've been looking for you," exclaimed Luis with a smile on his face. «Me has echado de menos, mi querida, I would love to continue what we started a few hours ago, but we need to run for now."

Without hesitation, he grabbed his partner's arm before jumping out of the window and running in the opposite direction of the enemies who were following them, shouting all sorts of insults in Spanish.

The four survivors were out of breath as they ran for their lives, their faces marked by fear, panic, and determination as they ran at full speed, their legs tangling as they avoided obstacles in their path.

The situation was terrifying, with screams, growls, and gunfire echoing in the air. They didn't know how long they could hold on, but they knew they had to do everything they could to stay alive. The tension was palpable, and each of them could feel the adrenaline flowing through their veins.

Finally, they managed to lose their pursuers by taking a steeper path and closing a giant wooden gate behind them. Exhausted and out of breath, they stopped to catch their breath.

Suddenly, the young blonde woman started coughing violently, then looked down at her hand.

A shiver of worry ran through her body as she discovered blood in the palm of her hand. The other man, Leon, who was with them had barely enough time to approach her when a deep shout rang out behind them, announcing the imminent arrival of a villager who was stronger than average, ready to grab the sick young woman.

Quick and agile, (Y/n) took the lead, sending a quick and precise kick to the enemy's head before shooting him between the eyes once he was down. As she headed towards the woman named Ashley, a noise interrupted her.

"Get away from her! Who the fuck are you ? » shouted the young man who seemed to know Ashley, pointing his gun at (Y/N).

"What's your problem, are you fucking dumb? I just clearly saved her life!" she retorted, exasperated.

The woman stood still, shocked and unsure of what to do. She opened her mouth to intervene, but before she could say a word, Luis grabbed his handgun and pointed it at Leon.

"Oye Sancho! Put down your weapon before I shoot you. She's with me." he said in a serious and unusual tone.

The young man, didn't seem convinced, still pointing his gun at (Y/N). Ashley then approached him, delicately placing her hand on his shoulder.

"Leon, please, they helped us," she pleaded.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally lowered his weapon as a sign of submission. A smile of relief appeared on Ashley's face.

Luis finally walked slowly towards the young lady, gently grasping her hand. "Ashley, is this the first time you've coughed up blood like this?" he asked, his worry clearly visible in his eyes. Leon, on the other hand, scrutinized Luis in search of an answer to his unspoken questions.

Luis understood Leon's gaze and replied, "Coughing and blood are the first signs of the virus called Plaga. It's what drove the villagers who attacked us insane. I can help you get rid of it, but you have to trust me."

Ashley nodded, indicating to her companion that she was ready to trust Luis. They both seemed to be in a desperate situation.

"Okay then, Mi amor, follow me," he said again, gesturing for (Y/N) to follow him. "You two, stay in touch and we'll meet later."

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just-some-random-h0e · 1 year

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Ahhhhh thank you so much for writing for luis!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ There’s not a lot of people that write for him unfortunately;;; You are by far one of the best! I love your writing and you always make the cutest scenarios 🤩💕 thanks for making this amazing blog~ 🫶

Aww thank you so much, love! I’m sad not many people write for Luis but that’s exactly why I love to put out content for him 💖 Thank you to everyone for the support, I’ve always wanted to write fanfics so I’m glad you guys are supporting me! Tysm for the kind words and as always, never be scared to request as many times as you’d like!

Now enjoy this picture I made.

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Hello everybody! I was thinking about some angst ideas with Luis since my blog doesn't have any yet, so here's a little something I came up with! I hope you enjoy it, and don't worry, there is some fluff at the end! :)

Warnings: Angst

Luis Serra x Reader | An Empty Space

You were mad. It was a dumb reason, really. Your boyfriend had being doing too many things this past week that has been getting on your nerves. Not putting his dirty clothes away, leaving a mess in the kitchen when he's done making food, leaving his work things sprawled across the dining room table. They were only small things, but after it happening so much lately and asking him for what feels like the 50th time this week to, "please clean up after yourself," or, "put your dirty clothes in the basket when you're done," it had piled up into one big thing. Just another thing to clean on your already long list of chores.

You and Luis had a deal since you didn't have a job that you would be doing most of the cooking and cleaning. It was your idea since you couldn't seem to find a good paying job at the moment, but it was starting to feel like the wrong idea.

After he got home Friday night, you decided to talk to him about it. He didn't have any work left to do, so it's not like you would be piling more stress ontop of his heavy work load. Once you were both done eating dishes and he didn't put his dishes into he dish washer like you always ask him to, you took it as his chance to speak to him.

"Luis, you didn't put your plate in the dish washer." You started running the sink to rinse your own plate off, not paying too much attention to if he heard you or not.

"Alright, just give me a second." His response sounded a little dry since he was watching something on his phone.

When you were done putting your dishes away you turned off the water and went to go sit next to him on the couch.

"Luis, honey, can we talk?" You stared at him and watched as he turned his phone off and put it down.

"Is everything okay, mi amor?" He stared at you with a kind and a little bit worried expression.

"Actually, not really, no. I've asked you so many times this week to please pick up after yourself and you still aren't. Why?" Your voice was stern but it was obvious you weren't angry.

"Well I just didn't think it was that big of a deal. You're supposed to be the one doing the cleaning, remember?" His face changed from kind and worried to just a little annoyed.

"I know that, but you should also still clean up after yourself when you can. It helps me out a lot when you do." Your voice was still calm, but it was obvious you were getting the slightest bit annoyed now too.

"Why should I? You don't come into my work and help me so why would I be helping you?"

You scoffed at his argument, Luis was normally a reasonable man, so it was weird for him to be acting like this.

"I'm sorry, but that makes absolutely no sense. All I'm asking is to be the grown man that you are and clean up a mess after you make it, that's all." You were starting to get ticked off now too, the calmness in your voice that was present before was now gone.

"i don't have time for this, (Y/n). I had a long day at work today, it's late, and the last thing I need to hear right now is my girlfriend nagging." Luis got up from the couch and went to your shared bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

He left you sitting there in shock. 'Nagging? I was just trying to ask him to clean up after himself!'

It was so weird for Luis to act like this. Normally when you have a disagreement he stays calm and tries to understand where you're coming from. They always end in you two coming to a compramise so that you're both happy. This was far different than what you were used to.

Shortly after Luis had left you on the couch, you laid your head down on the arm rest. You were a bit chilly since you don't have a blanket in the living room, but your pride was keeping you from going to ask Luis for one. You laid there for a while replaying the argument over in your head, and then you fell asleep.

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A few hours later and Luis was still up, staring at the cieling. After doing nothing but think about what you had said to each other, he was well aware nowof how unreasonable he was being. He felt bad, and he figured you were mad at him since you haven't come into the bedroom yet.

He turned over onto his side and stared at the empty space on the side of the bed where you usually sleep. He was internally beating himself up about it. All he wanted was to pull you into his arms and tell you nothing except how sorry he was. Luis let a few minutes pass before he decided to go to the kitchen to get himself some water.

When he walked to the kitchen, he noticed you in the living room sleeping on the couch. You were curled up in a way that made his heart hurt. You looked lonley, sad and cold. He frowned at you and walked over to the couch you were sleeping on. Luis gently brushed a few stray strands of hair from out of your face and bent down to kiss you on the forehead. His little kiss was enough to wake you up, since you had been so on edge before you fell asleep.

As you got up, Luis backed away a little startled. You rubbed your eyes and noticed Luis was standing in front of you.

"Luis, what are you doing?" You sounded tired and confused as you spoke, and if not for the situation he was in he would've laughed at it.

"(Y/n), I'm so sorry," it was Luis' turn to take a seat next to you as he spoke, "what I said earlier was..pretty shitty."

He took your silence as a cue to keep going.

"I was being unreasonable. I've just been so stressed lately, I know it doesn't excuse or make up for the way I acted but..I don't know, I guess it just made me say some things that I normally wouldn't have said. I hope you can forgive me, and I do promise to clean up after myself. I love you, mi amor, please forgive me." Luis looked at you and watched as you processed what he said.

You could only look at him and smile for a few moments at his kind words and apology before you spoke.

"It's okay, my love. I understand you've been stressed lately, so I'm not mad. I never was, as long as you keep your promise to clean up after yourself then I forgive you." Luis smiled at you and took you in his arms, pressing kisses all over you face.

"Te amo mucho, mi amor. Thank you." You giggled as he kept pressing kisses all over your face.

"I love you too, honey. Now can we go to the bedroom and sleep? This couch is really uncomfortable."

"Of course, darling. Would you like me to carry you?"

"Uh, is that even a question? Of course!" You erupted into giggles as soon as he picked you up and spun you around a few times.

"How is this? Are you comfortable?" Luis looked down at you as he carried you bridal style to your bedroom.

"How could I not be? You're so warm." He bent down and kissed you at your words and walked into the bedroom.

He gently placed you on the bed and cuddled up with you, wrapping you in the covers. As he laid there with you, he took in your scent and placed light kisses on the top of your heads.

"Goodnight, mi amor. I love you."

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Imagine the reason why you failed to meet up with Leon and Ashley was because Luis kept leading you both into trouble.

You should have left this man in the sack.

You knew the moment he opened his mouth that you should have slapped the tape back on and turned around. Because he looked like trouble, more trouble than he was worth. And so far for however long you’ve been stuck with him, he hasn’t proven you wrong. Luis Serra is unequivocally the most insufferable man you have ever met.

“Remind me again how we got ourselves in this situation,” you huffed, the weight of your back pressed firmly against the door. The Spaniard is beside you, also using his weight to help keep the door closed. More accurately, to keep the monsters outside from forcing their way in and tearing you two to pieces. You can practically feel the wood splintering under each aggressive push and you both were struggling to keep hold.

The man’s face contorts to a slight wince, grey eyes cast down to the ground in mild guilt. “You know, my friend, everything happened so quickly. To recall every causal detail would be-”

“It was a rhetorical question!” you snap at him with an exasperated glare, your patience completely run thin. A violent jolt of the door nearly splits the wood off its hinges, raising the tension. “We can’t stay here forever, we got to do something.”

“De acuerdo.” Luis nods, quickly scanning the room for an exit. The dimly lit space was enclosed with no other obvious doors leading to another area but his eyes fall upon a tall wardrobe that looked hardly big enough for two people. He makes eye contact with you with a telling glint in his gaze and you immediately catch onto his plan. An unenthusiastic groan reverberates from your throat before you throw him a committed nod.

He adjusts his stance and waits for you to follow suit while you both were still supporting the door on its weakening frame. “On my count… ¡Uno-!”

Your whole body surges forward as you’re suddenly ripped away from the door by a strong hand around your wrist and practically dragged to the wardrobe. Luis pulls you into a tight embrace before hurriedly backing you both inside the enclosed space, using his free hand to seal the opening behind you shut.

You were about to yell at him asking what the hell happened to “two” and “three” but thought better of it at the terrifying sound of wood thunderously breaking from outside.

Booming footsteps stomp by your hiding spot and ominous mutterings in Luis’ native tongue fills the room. Judging by the varying noises, you deduce that there were at least a handful of plaga hunting you. To take them on in such tight quarters would be suicide so the best that either of you can hope for is that they eventually leave with the impression that you and Luis miraculously disappeared into another part of this godforsaken castle.

As you wait anxiously for your pursuers to give up their search here, you finally realize your close proximity to Luis. The space within the wardrobe was so tight, every inch of the front of your body pressed his. His spicy musk fills your nostrils, making you go dizzy. His breath fans against your lips and you subconsciously breathe it in, tasting his air upon your tongue. His body heat wraps around you with a warmth so inviting that you felt yourself tempted to lean into him. Being so close to this man was dangerous, he is standing still and yet already he’s overwhelming your senses effortlessly, ensnaring you in a mesmeric daze.

Luis feels you shudder and instinctively snakes the hand that was on your back to your shoulder, squeezing gently in a considerate attempt to ease your tensions. The comforting gesture makes you relax and you unwittingly fall into his hold. In the darkness, your noses bump. You immediately feel the muscles of his body stiffen, realization also clicking in his mind of your shared closeness.

For what felt like an eternity, neither of you moved. The sudden stillness causes your heart to pound in your chest harder than the looming dangers just a few feet away, survival becoming a mere afterthought and discarded in the back of your mind. Then finally, as if you are in a trance, you make the first move.

Your hands on his shoulders glide to his thick neck, thumbs curiously caress along the quickening pulse throbbing beneath the skin. The Adam’s apple in his throat bobs heavily under your soft touch. His warm breathing falls shallow, mingling with yours and turning the air between you two hot, thick, and heavy. You wished then that you can see his eyes, know what he was thinking. But the darkness obscured your vision and it was imperative that you two remained quiet while enemies lingered nearby, so every mood and intent that you can possibly think of can only be speculated by physical cues. But there were none. Aside from the hand on your shoulder, Luis remains completely stagnant.

Another expectant moment and still he does nothing. Disappointment slowly creeps into your heart and you began to remove your hands from his neck. The sound of rough scratching along the floorboard makes you twist your head in attention.

And that is when you felt it. The unmistakable softness of lips pressed upon the lobe of your ear. If you didn’t turn your head to the side-

Shivers tingle down your spine, sparks set off across your entire body. A sharp intake of breath escapes you and you thought for certain that you have forsaken you both. However, the steps and voices outside the wardrobe have receded, followed by the familiar scratching on the ground. Then all fell into silence.

Is it safe?

“Hueles bien,” his husky voice whispers absentmindedly, but you didn’t catch it over the sound of your blood pumping.

You whisper back, “What?”

Luis stutters, “I-I said that I think we’re good now.”

You’re fairly certain he wasn’t being truthful but didn’t press the matter. As carefully as you could, you place your hand behind you against the wardrobe opening, pushing slightly to peak outside, grateful that it did not creak. You don’t see anything in your immediate field of vision and no suspicious shuffling can be heard. Deciding to press your luck, you open the door further and was met with relief to find that the plaga are completely gone from the room. You leave the tight space first and newfound anxiety washes over you when you turn to meet Luis who also steps out of the wardrobe and is now meeting your eyes.

A lit torch that hung on the stone wall beside you illuminated his handsome face, giving his skin a nice warm glow. But his expression was neither warm or cold. In fact, it was unreadable, just like his eyes right now which are focused solely on you. The memory of his lips on your skin comes back burning to the forefront of your mind and you couldn’t help but reach up to touch the spot with your fingertips. His grey eyes follow your movements, lingering on the spot, and they seemed to glint anew under the flame’s light. The cracks in his stony expression giving way to emotions that you recognized immediately. They were familiar to you, because you wore them as well.

Anticipation and desire.

They still ran through you now and pumped your burning hearts with deep want. But again, you both do nothing. Simply locked in a perpetual state of longing.

Luis clears his throat, effectively breaking the spell. “I should, uh-”

“-check if the coast is clear.” you finish for him.

He nods, “Sí, sí.” And with that, he steps away from you, almost regretfully so, striding over to the shattered doorframe and ducking his head out in search of any further potential dangers. As soon as his back was turned, you sigh out all of the tension that you were holding inside your lungs.

A million thoughts ran in your head and they are all about Luis. Yes, the Spaniard had a way of getting on your nerves. The man was practically an expert in raising your blood pressure. But at the same time, there was no denying that you are helplessly charmed by him. And from how Luis was acting just now, it seems you affect him the same way as if you both are drawn to each other like magnets. This growing attraction makes things very complicated. And now is not the time for complications. You have to reunite with Leon Kennedy and Ashley Graham.

Mentally, you slap yourself back to focus on the task at hand. While Luis was still keeping a lookout, you took the time to observe your surroundings and notice scratches along the floor. Your eyes follow the marks all the way to the stone wall across from you. Driven by curiosity, you approach the wall and feel alongside the cracks, catching a distinctive line that runs around, making a large shape. In the middle of the shape is the torch that serves as the only source of light in the room, burning brightly in its sconce. The holder hangs awkwardly on the stone, angled in a way as if it has been disturbed. Your eyes flash wide in understanding. So this is where your infected hunters disappeared to. Ingenius. You wondered if they were still on the other side searching for you and Luis but decided not to even entertain the idea by touching the torch. Luis’ voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

“Okay, no plaga around. We’re good to go,” he says assuringly, returning to your side. “It’s dark out there, though. So we’re going to need a light.”

His grey eyes follow your gaze and perk up at the sight of the torch. “Esto. This will do nicely,” his hand reaches for it.

Alarms go off in your head. “No, wait-!”

But it was too late. The moment he grabbed the sconce with one hand in order to pull the torch out of it with the other, the support shifts under his weight and somewhere within the wall, foreboding clicks of a mechanism triggering fills the air.

Oh no.

The wall gives way. You and the dark-haired man quickly jump away from it and behind the space it once occupied, more torches came into view, illuminating the darkness- all held by a pack of familiar infected cultists. All who now had eyes dead set on you both. For the umpteenth time in this room, palpable tensions run high. And once again, your companion tries to breaks it.

“Uh, hehe. Hola, mis amigos,” Luis greets nervously, donning a charming yet shaky grin before pretending to look around in bewildered embarrassment. “¡Esto no es el baño!”

You didn’t even have time to reproach him, flight instinct immediately kicking in. “Run!” you yell and the two of you sprint out of the room through the broken exit, murderous growls and vehement shouts trailing close behind.

Running frantically through a series of corridors, dodging hatchets and crossbow bolts, the both of you shove through a set of double doors and found yourselves in what looks to be the remains of a grand ballroom. Luis throws the torch down one of the large holes on the floor and ducks inside an inconspicuous pile of rubble with an evidently spacious interior, dragging you down along with him. Sweat poured down your faces as you sat in the small space in fearful anticipation. Your relentless hunters enter the ballroom, running past the both of you and lingering around in pursuit. There were small openings in the rubble that allowed you to observe their movements with bated breaths. Thankfully after a few minutes, they were all far away.

You whisper to Luis, “We’re going to need some help.”

Wholeheartedly agreeing with your statement, the man grabs the communication device from his person and presses a series of buttons. He muffles the rings from the comm in his hands and after a few seconds, the other line picks up.

“Luis, where are you two?” It was Leon’s voice that came through the static, his face lit up on the small screen. He did not seem happy. Makes sense as you were supposed to meet him and Ashley with their suppressants ages ago.

“Sorry,” Luis frowns. “We, uh, we screwed up-”

“We?!” you hiss under your breath.

“Come to our rescue, Prince Charming.”

“Give me that!” you snap at him through gritted teeth, ripping the comm from the Spaniard’s hand. “Leon, we’re trapped in the ballroom past the courtyard. Place is crawling with monsters.”

Upon seeing the genuine distress on your face, Leon’s expression changed to that of determination, “Standby. We’re heading your way now.”

“Don’t be late to the dance.” Luis chimes in, leaning over your shoulder to look at the blonde in the comm.

You narrowly catch the annoyed glare in Leon’s eyes before the man pressed to your side ends the call with a push of a button. Too exhausted to express your frustration for his behavior, you opted to make yourself comfortable in the new hiding spot. It was hardly better than the wardrobe as you were forced to be seated, but at least you weren’t packed against each other like sardines, touching only by the shoulders this time around. And you were able to move your arms and legs freely too.

Still, you found yourself missing Luis’ enveloping warmth, missing his protective arm around your body, missing his soft lips upon your skin. You felt the temperature in your cheeks rise again.

“This one is on me,” you hear him say lowly, his tone apologetic.

You shake your head, willing your desire in check in favor of attempting to alleviate his guilt, “At least this spot is a little more spacious.”

The man hums thoughtfully. “Sí. Pero… I’ll be honest, my friend,” he muses aloud, “I preferred the wardrobe.”

You turn your head towards him when he said this. He didn’t meet your curious gaze, seemingly intent on keeping watch for the plaga through the openings of your shared hiding place. It gave you a moment to look him over, attentive eyes wandering from the thick locks of his dark hair, to the butterfly lashes of his eyes, to the attractive shape of his nose and cheekbones until they stopped at his thick neck and broad jawline. The sight brings you back to when you touched him, your hands itching to reach up to him again but your seated position didn’t allow you to do so. Instead, you brush the back of your hand against his. He reflexively twitches upon your subtle caress. Luis still isn’t looking at you, but you can hear his breath hitch. These are the signs you were looking for.

“Well, as long as we’re both being honest,” you sigh, putting your head on his shoulder, secretly relishing in your closeness to him. “Me too.”

For a moment, you thought he would say and do nothing again. But then his hand lifts to intertwine his fingers with yours, clasping your palms together. A new kind of warmth washes over you as the pad of his thumb softly strokes across your skin. Another hand grasps your chin gently, guiding you to look up at him.

You expected anticipation and desire to return to his eyes, but something much deeper, much fiercer, and much more intimate burns within those magnetic grey irises. His head dips down towards you, your noses bumping into one another again, and his mouth lingers over yours. This time, you won’t turn away.

“¿Es cierto?” His low voice is barely above a whisper, dripping huskily with tender yearning.

Luis Serra is trouble. He makes things complicated. But right now as you two close the distance between your wanting lips- complications be damned.

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