Pairing: Luis Serra x slavicfem!reader
Wordcount: 2,1k
Note: First of.. I must apologize if I offend anyone! I'm not familiar with Slavic culture since I'm German and grew up in Germany. So.. If anything is wrong or stereotypical.. Please tell me! Also I've decided to make it more of a Russian reader than anything.
This was requested by @pyr0t3chn1cmp3
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Luis met you during his time at university. You were also studying biology, sitting a few rows away. He didn't notice you at first just as you didn't notice him.
The first time he noticed you was when some guy was harassing you. Luis was about to step in when you kicked the guy in the balls, cursing in some language he didn't understand.
Luis was madly in love ever since.
Every time you entered the room you had your lecture in, he was already imagining going over to you to introduce himself. Luis Serra was THE ladies man, so why was he nervous when it came to you?
From what he heard you weren't from around here, that accent making it obviously clear. You sounded like a Russian or even Polish gal, which he usually wasn't as attracted to. You were an exception.
The first time you both were forced to interact was when you were assigned to take apart a frog, which you didn't seem to mind as much as Luis. He's always been the gentle type, even if he wasn't raised to be a coward. So when you chop off the frogs head in a swift cut he lets out a gut wrenching sound of despair. He's got a long road to go.
“Stop whining.”
“Whining? I-I'm not! It's just..”
“Pusik.”
That lecture changed Luis's life forever. It changed his views on Slavic women as well. All he wanted was to be near you and have you call him whichever Russian pet name came to mind first.
Being partnered up with Luis actually proved to be useful. After that lecture both of you seemed to actually speak a little more, even if it wasn't everytime you met. If any one of you two missed a lecture? You'd sit together and look over whatever you missed.
Everyone around you thought you were using him for grades and he was using you for well.. sex. But it actually wasn't that at all! Yes, maybe at first you were only talking to him about biology and school stuff, but you actually grew to like him as someone more than a stranger.
The whole friendship thing developed slowly, meeting up for coffee or just for homework.
Luis was starting to see you more than just a simple crush. Both of you were opening up more and more to the other. To Luis, you were his first friend who he could tell almost everything. Not every detail, but more than he's ever shared before.
And of course you did as well. You told him about your childhood, past-relationships, and even details you always kept to yourself. Though things like this only get shared once you're comfortable with him and longer friends.
And if you're talking about childhood.. He can't believe how similar some things are about you that he's also experienced. You grew up in a village, more modern than his, and loved to play outside even in the worst kind of weather. When he heard that you were also a loner back at home and raised by your grandparents.. his heart skipped a beat. Maybe this was meant to be?
A moment that changed whatever it was between you two was when one time you both were out drinking at some bar near the dorms. You could always hold your liquor well and Luis reassured you that he wasn't some weakling that couldn't. Why was it that he was already half out after the fifth shot?
He was mumbling something about how funny he felt and even how beautiful you were. It was amusing, but when he suddenly found himself in a bar fight after some guy tried to flirt with you it was all over with the giggles. You went in between and got Luis out of there, his arm over your shoulders as he dragged himself after you.
The ride back was quiet, Luis passed out with his head on your shoulder, the Uber driver staring through the rearview mirror and that uncomfortable beating of your heart in your ear.
Since the men's dorms were further away you decide to drag Luis to yours. Your roommate was probably either asleep or out with her boyfriend anyway. You pay and try to heave him onto your back. The walk to your dorm takes more than half an hour and another twenty to get him tucked into bed. If Luis knew you'd be sleeping on the couch and he on your bed.. he'd feel ashamed. But.. you liked Luis and as many times as he helped with your studies.. he deserved rest.
Well.. He does wake up even before you get to fully fall asleep, gagging and close to vomiting. So the next hour you end up rubbing over his back as he pukes his soul out into your trashbin. Luckily it was a closed trashbin and not one of those with small holes.
After cleaning everything up and chugging the trashcan out the room, Luis gets sleepy again and nuzzles his face into your shoulder.
“You have cold hands..”
You've always had cold hands, not necessarily due to your ethnicity but it added to it. All your life while still living in your home country you got used to being in the cold. Your family wasn't as well off as others so the heating didn't always work. Luis's hands rest in yours, fingers intertwined unconsciously as he falls asleep again. This moment makes you realize how much you cared for this man.
You've fallen for him. Harder than he did somehow.
And how did you both end up confessing? It took both of you a while. Yes, Luis was flirting like crazy with you but you being your usual nonchalant self.. you just couldn't. You did smile at most of what he said, but never answered with your own flirtation.
You did steal some glances while smoking with him. Usually he used his lighter to light your cigarette, but one day you felt a little brave. Just as Luis was about to do what he always did you leaned in to light your cigarette with both your cheeks reddening as he watched you with half lidded eyes. This was far from a love confession, but those actions spoke more than words.
Over the course of your time at the university, which was ending soon, you grew closer. The fear of never seeing him again after graduation was tugging at your heartstrings. You had to tell him. Somehow.
Every time you were with Luis he was trying to get something out of you. You weren't very talkative, but whenever he was trying to get you to say something you couldn't hold it in. You even felt comfortable enough to show him some pictures and videos from your old life. The uncanny feeling of your life being almost the same as his was crazy.
“Who’s that?”
“My grandma. I remember her always smelling of..”
“..animalhide? Yeah.. My grandfather always did too.”
You were so comfortable with him that your legs always ended up on his lap, smoking or just talking.
Your confession came last second,with Luis not daring to make the first move as well. Both of you are too cowardly to do it. It all happens while you attend one of your classmates' graduation parties. You decided to go as friends, which ends up with Luis dancing with some other girl, because your stupid self reassured him that you were too bad at dancing and that he could ask someone else.
You were jealous and you didn't know what to do. When you suddenly see the girl kissing him you see red and instead of going between them like your hot headed personality was used to.. you run. In the bathroom you end up crying. He never loved you, which is something that voice in the back of your head tried to make you understand. How pathetic of you to believe he'd ever feel anything past friends.
Unbeknownst to you, Luis pushed off that woman and immediately noticed you storming off. He was calling for you and looking for you in the crowds. It took him ten minutes to find the bathroom and get a sound out of it by knocking against it.
“Cariño.. Hey.. Open up..”
You stayed quiet and just buried your face into your knees.
After another five minutes of nothing he was starting to get worried.
“Open this door, Zaika.”
The Russian pet name made your resolve falter and you open the door for him, your mascara smeared over your cheeks. Luis immediately pulls you into him, locking the door for some privacy. His soft words of comfort makes you melt into him, arms wrapped around his waist as he held you.
After some pricking around and making it known that he didn't want to kiss that other woman, you can't keep the words from spilling. You confess everything, from the day you met to now.
You told him that you loved everything about him. To him trying to teach you proper Spanish, to him wanting to learn everything about your culture and language. You ramble and ramble, probably making him confused because of your accent ruining everything. When you stop and stand in silence you think that that's it. You scared him off and now he's gonna rip open that door and leave you forever.
He didn't. Luis just pulls you back into his arms and confesses to you as well. The night ends with both you kissing, making out and all.
The few months until graduation are the best you've ever had. Luis is all sweet and the best boyfriend you could wish for. He gets you flowers and even buys you your favorite drink at the bar.
After graduation you decide to move in together, Luis finding work at some company while you stay at the university to do part-time in the labs.
Living together is fun. You both cook together when there is time or one cooks for the other if either of you come home later. He makes you Empanadas and you your favorite dish from childhood. He loves anything you make, from Borscht to Shashlik.
Sadly on some days you don't see each other and when you do only to cuddle in bed.
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Now that we're talking about bed. He's a real champion in bed. Many might think he's the dominant typa guy, but he's more of a switch. Usually you're on top, Luis grinning up at you while you do what you do.
He loves calling you pet names in the three different languages surrounding your relationship.
In English? Sweetheart, Love, Baby
En español? Hermosa, Mi Vida, Cariño, even more considering it's his mother tounge
In Russian? (The few he knows) - Printsessa, Rodnaya, Saldkaya
He loves speaking Spanish in bed, the dirtiest words mixed with both English and Russian making you even more turned on.
Whenever he's the bottom, Luis is a moaning mess. He loves being dominated by you. Of course the flirty jokes never stop, but they're more limited. Usually he's not for overstimulation, but ever since he's been with you he doesn't mind it as much.
Whenever he's the top, you bet he's doing it in the most unserious and funny way, gently moving inside of you while making jokes.
Favorite position? Definitely reverse cowgirl. It's so ridiculously fun that he can't help loving it. Other than that he's all for the basics of missionary or riding. Eye contact is important for him even if his favorite position contradicts that. Your eyes are all he wants to see alongside your pleasure stricken expressions.
His favorite part of your body? Eyes. He lives for your eyes, they show much more expression than anything. Other than that he's an ass guy, slapping it every time he walks past you and even in bed.
Luis also loves eating you out, no matter in which position. His sucking is the loudest besides your moans and his groans, legs spread by his arms as he takes you. While doing so he mocks you (not the degrading type, because he hates stuff like that if it's him doing it) and uses Russian petnames. He's always so pussy drunk.
After a rough round it's mostly his body marked. He wears the scratches on his back and hickeys on his neck like a grand prize.
Aftercare is always the best with Luis. Either it's him carrying you to shower with him, where the next round takes place, or he's just holding you. Something he loves to do is smoke a cigarette with you, sharing one if he doesn't have more. He's the first to fall asleep, because you're the first person he trusts in this modern world.
