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First Come, First Serve (Doctor Isshin Kurosaki x Reader Roleplay) 18+ NSFW‼️

AN: Voila! The title of the fic says it all and I finally finished it. This scenario was sitting in my drafts since JUNE. And like always, thinking of an idea for a dilf like isshin drives me nuts. I hope I executed this perfectly. Basically, imagine it as an ASMR experiment? I guess it’s a roleply scenario? Idk ! he’s a doctor and is happily married to reader! 💕plus, reader calls him “Isshi” cause it’s cute. Anyway,this was actually fun to write - I hope you enjoy it! 💕

THIS IS A CONSENSUAL ROLEPLAY SCENARIO.

Synopsis: Isshin randomly giving his lovely wife a “checkup” first thing in the morning but they have to be quiet. So they won’t wake up Yuzu.😅

WARNING: isshin being a goofball, ROLEPLAY, slow start to smut, foreplay, slight DOM, smut, DILF, NSFW‼️, GRAMMAR

THIS IS A CONSENSUAL ROLEPLAY SCENARIO. Gotta repeat myself cuz some ppl be dumb/blind af

Take your time reading due to pacing! Enjoy! ☺️❤️

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The sounds of clattering and boiling sounds gently echoed in the kitchen. There, you stood in front of the stove, in your silky night dress, Stirring the boiling eggs in the pot and the potatoes in the other. It was a bright and quiet Saturday morning in the Kurosaki household. You, like always, are the first to get up to prepare breakfast for your family (in-law). but, your husband, isshin, beat you to it this time.

You were preparing a light breakfast for yourself at almost 11am. Isshin had dropped off Karen to soccer practice and ichigo left to hang out with his friends in Tokyo, and Little yuzu was the only one that stayed home — Still asleep. Earlier, Yuzu mumbled that she didn’t want what you were making for breakfast and that she wanted cereal, you recalled while humming a favorite tune as you began peeling the egg shells and placed the eggs on the white plate next to your potatoes.

A few minutes passed while you ate your breakfast quietly. Soon, you heard a familiar sound from a car that sounded like it locked. Then, the sound of the front sliding door getting unlocked and then it sliding open. Finally, You heard a long sigh. One that sounded like it was a “relief” to hear. You noticed It was your husband, Isshin. A faint smile on your face, You got up and walked to the sink to clean up your mess. You guessed Karen got annoyed about something that she almost beat him to the ground. But you mentally discarded the thought as you heard his footsteps enter the kitchen.

“Ooh.” He sounded gruffly, standing in the doorway, happy to see that you’re awake now. You turned your head and smiled softly at the man in sight before turning back to clean your mess in the sink. “Well good morning to you too, my beautiful wife.” He continued, walking to his ray of sunshine. You. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and planted a light kiss on your temple. “Mmm.” He groaned, absorbing your presence while he hid his face in your neck.

“Good morning, honey.” You said softly, raising your hand to stroke your the back of the dark haired man’s head, gently. He gave another pleasing groan before he said, “I feel so much better now than I was sending Karen to practice. We were almost late. ” He ended with a chuckle. “You’re here now so that’s all that matters, love.” You assured him, turning off the faucet and quickly wiping away some of the water off the sink. Isshin hummed in agreement and tightened his hold around you a little more. Embracing your warmth. You caressed the top of his hand where it stayed on your tummy before turning to him. You both looked into each other’s eyes for a moment.

The white noise was filled the room comfortably while you both absorbed each other’s presence. “You have me head over heels, honey.” His eyes glinted, taking in your beautiful face. You giggled. Remembering the times he said that to you when you dated him — in the earlier stages of the relationship. “I know that, isshi’” you lightly snorted. “You said that over million times before.” Reminding him. “And I’ll say it a billion times more.” He replied, pulling your closer to him, chest to chest. “Like, during your check-up.” He pointed out, hiding his grin as he watched the way your dowey eyes slowly blinked in confusion.

“Eh?” You’re confused. Indeed. You looked up at him for answers but he didn’t speak more after that.

His clinic is open on Saturdays now? Is he allowing some of his patients to come in for a follow-up?

Your head was filling up with questions and isshin knew it was while he continued looking at your beautiful orbs. “N-no…I’m not due for a check-up, isshi.” You gave him a worried and knowing look. In fact, you were still having war flashbacks when you were having a checkup with your husband (slash doctor) and it led to passionate love-making in the patient room. Which of course, got interrupted by a patient that hollered at the front desk, if anyone was there for them to check-in for their (supposed) appointment. But, they were also also concerned about you. since you were a bit loud in the patient room — getting pleased by your husband.

Isshin, who had forgotten that he had one last patient before closing, brushed it off by telling the person that he was working on removing a really bad burn on your arm. Thankfully, the patient gave a convincing head nod and the rest was history. With this, you never wanted to have or plan an appointment whenever a patient visits his clinic on the same day. “Yeah…” you convinced yourself again. “I don’t need one, honey.” Your hand caressed his chest, reassuringly. “And it’s Saturday.” Your eyes looked into his, “the clinic is closed today.” You spoke softly, you kept on reminding him and yourself.

Isshin moved his hand up under his chin and brushed his bristly hair and said, “Hmm. That’s is indeed true.” He puckered his lips — giving his signature thinking face. You watched him expectantly, still stroking his covered chest. “Hmm…” he said, your eyes slowly widening for an answer.

“Well! The earlier the better!” He winked and gave a thumbs up before taking your hand with his, and walking you to the other side of the house — the Kurosaki Clinic.

“Eh?! W-wait isshiii~” you whined, holding on to his hand, anyway. He smiled widely as he skipped through the hallway, victoriously.

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You sighed. “Hun. You check on me every day.” You reminded him. again — feeling like it’s been 10 times. Isshin is smart. Yet, he’s so silly. You thought. But he’s your silly husband. Whom you love so much. Especially when it comes to alone time.

Like this one, probably.

You both made it to the office. Quietly and safely — while being mindful that little yuzu is sleeping upstairs. He grabbed his clipboard from the front door and Of course, he had to triple check to see if he actually had any patients today, before he opened the patient room door. This man…You shook your head in disbelief. Luckily, he didn’t see.

He walked you inside with his hand still holding onto yours and closed the door behind you. You were going to walk to the patient bed but isshin gently pulled you back and whispered, “Put this on, honey.” You raised an eyebrow. He turned around to get an item from the top cabinet and gave it to you. It was a pink patient gown. The only one he selected for you, of course. You didn’t really need it but you couldn’t protest. He’s doing his job, you mentally noted.

“Okay. I’m changed, isshi.” You softly spoke, standing in the middle of the room. waiting for further instructions from your husband doctor. He turned around to see you in the new outfit. “You look beautiful, lovely” a smirk crept up his face as puts on his white lab coat and his stethoscope around his neck. You rolled your eyes. “Let’s get started, shall we?” He wiggled his eyebrow and grabbed two rolling backless chairs for you and him.

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“Stop being silly!” You pointed, giggling at the man-child who was spinning around in his chair while he wrote down his notes. He asked you a few questions:

“ what do you eat?”

“how do you sleep?”

“what do you do each day?”

“what activities do you enjoy?”

And then, it led to the most self-answered questions like:

what your sex life is like?

And he looks up at you from his clipboard with a knowing grin on his face. Which you want to kick so bad.

He knows the answer. He’s great in bed — With you.

“It’s going great~ thank you for asking…Doctor” you emphasize the ladder, sarcastically. trying to not look annoyed; and not laugh at his antics. because he is your husband, in fact.

Afterwards, Isshin moved back to put his clipboard on the counter and rolled moved closer to you. “Alright. I’m going to listen to your pulses.” He puts on the stethoscope in his ears while you opened the robe a bit to reveal a bit of your chest. He placed the cool circular object on your chest for a few seconds and did the same on the other areas of your body: lungs and intestines. You watched his hand movements and then you looked at him. He looks so focused in his work that you blushed a little. He looks very handsome doing his work too, you thought. Then, he moved the object up to your heart. “Breathe in, slowly.” He said lowly and focused. You submitted. He Listened to your heartbeat. They were music to his ears.

“Now, Breathe out, slowly.” You followed. He groaned in satisfaction. It sounded throaty that you giggled softly, a faint smile on your face. “I can tell that you’re so in love with me, honey.” He chuckled, still listening to your heart beating in his ears. “Isshin!” You whispered, gently smacking his shoulder. He’s so cheesy. “Whaaat? I can’t compliment my wife?” He joked, leaning back to put the medical instrument around his neck. “Alright.” He clapped. “Next are your ears.” He took out the Otodcope from his pocket and leaned over to see your ear.

You held your breath for a moment. His face was so close to yours. You can see his chest hair peeking out his floral shirt. He smelled good too. He used your favorite cologne — the one you bought for his birthday. Sharp and musky with a bit of spice. You described. It fits him very well.

“Raise your hand if you can hear the beeping sounds.” He ordered, while observing the insides of your ear. You did. After a while, he cleaned the device and puts it back in his pocket. “Good to know that you can… hear me perfectly.” He grinned, looking at you with a deep meaning behind it. You blushed. “I-isshi, stop being childish and just do your job.” You pouted, failing to look serious. “But Where’s the fun in that?” His eyes glowered, still holding your gaze as he got up, then turning to his counter to write notes on his clipboard. “Plus, it’s Saturday.” He recycled your words from earlier. “Oh Shut up. I should be saying that, you know!” Crossing your arms, knowing that your goofy husband, the love of your life, just wants to make you feel good — even while he’s working.

“I know, I know.” He walked towards you, bending down to kiss your forehead gently, as an apology. “Aww. You’re too sweet.” You snorted, sounding sarcastic. “Hm. Well My lovely wife seems healthy so far. I gotta show some kind of appreciation for her.” He emphasized before giving you another forehead kiss. “Or else, I’m sleeping on the couch tonight.” He mumbled, pouting a bit.

Isshin turned back to his counter to take out a pair of gloves. You watched his broad back. Curious, you wondered what he meant by that statement. “What do you mean by appreciation?” Your check-up still isn’t done, you mentally noted. Isshin grunted while his fingers flexed to get inside the gloves. the sounds of the rubber coming from it rang in your ears from afar. “Maa…” he turned and walked towards you again. You looked at him and tilted your head. “You’ll see.” He said, his fingers tracing yours arms, signaling you to get up.

Suddenly, Isshin kicked the rolling chair away from the the two of you. Startling you. “Isshi -“ What -“ his hands slid under your patient gown and gripped your thighs from underneath. “Ah! Yelp!” You gasped, your legs automatically wrapped around his waist. “Wait - isshi -“ you grabbed onto his shirt, holding on to it tightly.

“We’re almost done!” He announced, closing the curtains from behind him and turned to walk to the patient bed. “Isshi! I’m not a baby!” You pointed, sitting on the bed. Also Trying to get a hold of what just happened. you frowned and looked up at the said man. Speechless. “What, I can’t help my lovely wife?” He muttered, chuckling as his covered hands stroked your thighs.

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“Stay still, honey.” He demanded, his voice came out low. He was checking for any signs of lumps. His hands caressed your body — hidden beneath the pink patient robe. His hands pressed against your body to feel any signs of it; making you feel a rush of anticipation. This is your husband that you’re talking about. His hands were distracting you from your thoughts. Your orbs followed his fingers as the fabric brushed against the gloves. The room was very quiet except for his throaty groans while he did his task. You quickly glanced up at his face and down to his hands. You’re not sure why you did that.

You gulped when he worked his hands up to your neck. You tucked your lips in - feeling his fingers brush your skin. He’s just doing his job. You reminded yourself. However, your eyes noticed that his brown ones were staring at your lips while his fingers checked for any bumps. You quivered when his fingers brushed against your favorite spot along you neck before he held your face up. Don’t speak. You told yourself. Anticipating what he might do next. Suddenly, he bent over and his soft lips met yours. It wrapped around yours with pent up desire. Slow yet deep. You didn’t protest. You accepted it. “Mm.” You closed your eyes while your lips followed his. His lips slowly smacked against yours — His tongue slipping into your mouth a few times to find yours until he did. The tip of his tongue circled yours for a moment before he broke the heated kiss. You bit your bottom lip and looked into his eyes while he held your face up.

“Rest assured, love.” He whispered, his thumbs stroking your cheeks, a glint in his eyes making you body feel fuzzy. Like he started the fire and he’s going to make sure he’ll get it all out. he peppered your lips with kisses as he was untying your gown from the front. You held his face — not wanting his lips to leave yours while you kissed him passionately. Soon after, he gently pulled the fabric off your shoulders while his lips were on yours and began kneading your globes. “Mm.” You quivered, his warm hands groping your flesh felt good. His palms grazed your nipples in circles before his fingertips stroked them softly — making them hard. You kept squirming under his touch due to your feather like touches.

He broke the kiss again and eyed your perky nipples. “They look healthy to me.” He chuckled, knowing that his ministrations always had a great effect on your body. You giggled softly, “you think so?” You whispered, looking down at him. He looked up at you for a moment and said, “Mm. perhaps, I need a second opinion.” He looked down at your pebbled nipples again.

Both of his index fingers flicked your nipples, gently. He gave a satisfied groan. Your nipples looked like they needed to be sucked on, badly. He contemplated it too while flicked them slowly. You put your hand on the back of his head and giggled. Reading his mind. He giggled too. “Isshi?” You called him softly. He looked up at you and leaned closer to one of your nipples and whispered, “sit up straight for me, honey.” He mumbled. You did. Soon after, your eyes widened when his long and thick tongue came out and licked around your nipple. “A-ah.” You breathe out, quivering from the sensation. You tucked in your lips and whimpered as the thick appendage licked it just right — on the center of it. Your shaky breathes goes unoticed. Isshin held on to your lower arms and brushed his thumbs on your soft skin as he did so. To keep you still.

“Mmm.” He moaned, His lips wrapped around your nipples and gently sucked it before flicking it. A long breathless moan left your lips. The light sounds from his wet tongue sounded in your ears. “Feels so good isshi.” You whispered, moaning softly as he circled his tongue on your nipples. His other hand moved to knead your free globe. Giving you the chance to brush your fingers in his hair. “Mmm.” He groaned, his eyes closed while he sucked your erect nipples with a deep and slow desire. He’s in heaven.

You rubbed your legs together as he moved to the other nipple— you were definitely getting wet as time went by. “Unh.” You breathed out, circling your fingers in his dark hair as his tongue circled your nipple. A few moments later, he removed his lips from your hardened nipples with a wet pop.

The cool air brushed your nipples making you twitch a bit. He looked at his hard work with a grin. You watched him while you panted. “They’re even healthier looking now.” He praised, groping both flesh. He moved up to pepper your lips with kisses in the very quiet room.

“Lay down, honey.”

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“Ngh…” you squirmed, laying on our elbows as you watched him steadily rub the wet fold of your pussy. He took a closer look at his fingers getting covered with your arousal. “So wet.” He muttered, hearing the light wet sounds while he rubbed it against his covered finger and thumb. He dipped his finger into his mouth and licked his finger. Your pussy kept throbbing as your eyes traced his tongue slowly licking it clean.

“Mmm.” He licked his lips and spread your legs further apart. “U-uuunh.” You moaned, circling your hips as his fingers explored your pussy — feeling his calloused fingers rub your sensitive clit side to side. He chuckled and moved up to kiss your lips, softly. Slowly, his lips smacked against yours as he did so — stroking your clit with his middle finger in circles. You moaned softly in the slow kisses and moved your hand down to his hand and pushed it down against your clit — circling your hips up to stroke your clit against it. A rush of pleasure fluttering through your body. “You’re pretty good at keeping track of your own…needs.” He praised, breaking away from the kiss softly and sliding his finger up and down your pussy, making you moan as you squirmed beneath him.

He leaned back and pushed you up against the pillows on the patient bed. “Isshi.” You whined, automatically holding your legs from underneath when you felt his big covered fingers spread your pussy open. “Ah!” You gasped, feeling his lips slowly leave open mouthed kisses on your clit. A satisfied groan left your throat and your head fell back on the pillow. You’re being mindful to not wake up little yuzu in her sleep. Your heavy pants echoed in the quiet patient room. His soft lips nibbled your folds as his tongue gently sucked on your clit while he gently peppered it with kisses. “O-oh.” You whispered, your pussy kept pulsating against his lips. “Ahh Isshi.” You breathed out, lowly. Your hips twitching under him.

The thick and slow smacking of his lips on your pussy is the only nosie that filled the room. And it rang in your ears as you watched him. “Ungh. Isshi…Feels so good.” You whispered , stroking his dark hair synchronously as he circled your clit. “Oh fuck.” You breathed out, his girthy tongue flicked your sobbing cunt passionately. After a while, you pushed his head down and lifted your legs up as you’re getting close to your orgasm. Your toes started cramping . “O-ooh.” You whispered roughly, having difficulty trying to control your breathes and your hips until you reached your first orgasm, abruptly.

You’re squirmed under his tongue which expertly explored your pussy. “Oh my god, isshi.” You praised breathlessly, in full bliss — your hand still on top of his head, the other in a small fist next your mouth while your eyes were closed. His head tilted to the side to lick your cunt and up to your clit. Licking it up and down, paninfully slow. You took a deep breath and grounded your hips deeply on the bed — seeking for sheer friction against his warm and savory muscle. It felt so good. Your chest heaved that it hurt.

Your whispered praises echoed in the room. “Oh. Yeah.” You placed both of your hands on his head and turned your head to the side and rolled your hips up to his mouth— relishing the heat of his tongue gilding your folds. Up and down. “Ughh.” You pulled his hair. He grunted and slurped your sobbing pussy. Your mouth widened and your back arched when he flicked your clit — making your hips stutter. “U-unh…” you panted heavily, circling your hips in tandem with his tongue swiping your clit. “Oh baby.” You whined, twitching underneath him.

“Mmm.” He groaned in satisfaction as he heard you suck in a long breath like a snake. Wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking it, gently. “Unh! ~ don’t stop.” You encouraged him, your hands brushing his hair messily. Eventually, he his thick tongue dipped into your cunt and you saw stars.

“Ngh.” You croaked, the heavy wet sounds echoed in the room. “Ahh. Lick it, lick it.” You whispered, you pushed his head deeper as he glided his tongue up to your clit and flicked it. Your pussy pulsated uncontrollably. “Unh!” you began rolling your his on his tongue, roughly. “Ooh fuck~ isshi…so good.~” he moaned while he bobbed his head leaving messy open mouthed kisses on your your sobbing pussy.

“Unh~” your breath hitched, your hands started trembling as you moved them down to his shoulders. “Isshi’…ah.” you stuttered, your stomach tightened as you got closer to your next release. “I-I’m g-gonna cum.” You whispered, your trembling fingers move up your mouth- trying to cover your whimpers and the callings of his name as your orgasm approached rapidly. Soon after, a fierce and violent rush of pleasure fluttered through your body - your mouth wide open as your head pushed back deeply into pillow — cumming.

“Good.” He licked his lips and rose up, watching you breathe heavily below him. His brown orbs trailed down to your throbbing pussy. “You’re completely fine there.”

Your eyes fluttered open while your pussy was still pulsating. He leaned forward. Closer to your face. Your fingers held his face and kissed him, deeply. His thick tongue wrapped around yours — endlessly tasting yourself. Deep kisses echoed in the room and behind the curtains. Your still want more.

“I want it.” You whispered against his lips. He was a little taken aback. but you’re his wife. So, without hesitation, he pulled you down to the end of the bed. Closer to his hips. He pushed his hips against yours. You felt his hard cock hidden underneath his black pants. He circled his hips — creating a mess on his pants from your arousal. “You want it, huh.” He said. You listened as you watched him unbuckle his belt and unzipped his pants. You sat up on your elbows and watched him pull out his hardened cock. You nodded as you watched him stroke its length. The thick dark hairs surrounding his cock and a few veins on made you clench on nothing.

“Isshi.”you called softly, pulling him closer by his waist with small your hand. Your Breath hitches when he rubbed the warm light brownish tip around your sobbing pussy and pushing it up against your clit. “Unh.” You moaned, spreading your legs as much as you could — your feet in the air before he pushed it in slowly. “Ooh.” You moaned softly, biting your lips as your watched his length enter your core. His soft throaty groan escaped him as he felt your plush walls pull him in. You leaned back on your hands when he held your legs from underneath and pushed it back a bit — spreading you open more.

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The legs under the bed creaked in the room. Your pants mixed with hisses echoed filled the room along with his throaty groans. Your arousal squelched every time he entered your sobbing core — your head nodding in pleasure of his pace. “Ahh.” You moaned, the tip poking your g-spot everytime he pushed in deeply — your walls spasming around his cock. You closed your eyes to focus on the pleasure between your legs. “Look at me.” He said, rolling his hips up each time he entered your sobbing pussy. You opened your eyes. They’re hazy while you’re trying to see his face clearly. “Don’t look away.” He ordered again, pulling you closer to him — your ass on the very end of the bed. “Oh baby.” You breathed out, his cock kept stroking your walls, lovingly.

To reward you, a long thick line of spit fell on your clit. Warm and fuzzy. “Unh.” You moaned, feeling the warmth slowly drip drip down your pussy. “Unh..yeah.” You praised, feeling his thumb smother it on your clit in circles. You whimpered and rolled your hips up. “Like that, isshi.” You encouraged him, raising your hips off the bed and pushed it forward to meet his thrusts. His thumb felt so good rubbing your clit — making you clench around his cock, lovingly.

He Increased his pace and added more of his spit on your pussy. The filthy squelching sounds mixed with your arousal echoed in the thick atmosphere. You looked down and saw white rings on his length. Especially, the mess you and him made — Smothering the two of you. It kissed each other loudly each time his hips met yours roughly — slapping one another, making it extremely lewd.

“Unghh.” He grunted lowly, leaning closer to your face. “You feel so good, honey. Taking me so well.” He praised, his pupils were dark and wide. You gazed at them for a moment before he kissed you deeply. “Mm.” You whimpered, your assets quickly responding to his deep thrusts. The thick wet slapping sounds had gotten louder and filthier. His kisses moved down to your jawline and under your neck — hiding his face there. You felt his warm exhales on your skin making your wallls tighten around his girth.

Soon after, his hips slammed against yours quickly. “U-ungh!” You breathed out, your head had fallen back. “Shit.” He groaned roughly, gripping your ass and pulling you roughly towards him while he pounded into your core. You whined and stared at the ceiling, panting. your hand held onto the back of his neck. Your legs were dangling in the air in his hold — as they’ve been putty for a long period of time.

“Isshi!” You whispered loudly, his tip hitting your g-spot. Suddenly, a long groan left his throat when he felt your walls trembling uncontrollably around his cock. Your nails digged into his neck while your pussy was pulsating until you released — squirting on him. You panted quickly — getting overstimulated by his quick thrusts until he slammed his hips once more and froze. the bed creaking stopped; a rush of warm liquid covered your spongy walls.

You both remained unmoved. Letting out heavy pants. His cock twitched in your core making you quiver in his hold. He peppered your neck with kisses and moved up to your lips. Your lips wrapped around his lazily. He broke the kiss and looked at the mess in between you two. “Heh. This proves that you are in a very healthy state.” He chuckled, giving a few slow thrusts before he pulled out. His cum dripping down his length. “This concludes your check-up, honey.” He grinned stupidly with a sweaty smile on his face.

You scoffed. Youre cool down was taking a while to fade. “you’re insufferable!” You managed to say and smacked his shoulder. He massaged your legs with his a pout. “enough, I’m going to take a shower. And Don’t follow me!” You told him, tying your gown in annoyance and then struggling to get off the bed while he zipped up his pants.

“Oh? I will. You’re crippled!” He chuckled again, watching you struggle before throwing his gloves in the nearest bin and then picking you up bridal style. “Isshi!” You warned him, having enough of his antics.

I know you enjoyed it. He mentally noted.

“That’s, Doctor Isshin, for you, honey.” He laughed while you tried to get out of his hold.

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#i tried i really did #but I know I ate this up #at least it’s done 😮‍💨#isshin kurosaki #isshin shiba #isshin kurosaki x reader #bleach #bleach imagines #bleach x reader #bleach smut #bleach headcanons

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zer0pm · 1 year

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Luis Serra x GN!Reader

A/N: Here it is. A one-shot to this imagine prompt I posted. Wanted to see if I could pull off a serious Luis and… may have gone overboard lol, but hope you enjoy nonetheless.

Warnings: character death (maybe ¯\_(ツ)_/¯), cursing/swearing

“Run, Luis!” you plead. “Run before I shoot you!”

The man chuckles under his breath, “Think you can get rid of me that easily?”

How did it come to this?

One moment, you and the team are making your way to Luis Serra’s laboratory to remove the parasites inside of you, your partner Leon S. Kennedy, and the US President’s daughter Ashley Graham, and the next, well…

“Condor Two, put down the gun! That’s an order.”

“I’m fucking trying!”

It happened so quickly. Luis’ suppressants wore off much sooner than any of you had anticipated and you keeled over suddenly, overwhelmed by scalding pain so intense that you were certain you were going to pass out. Luis was the first to rush to your side, he asked a series of questions with a tone uncharacteristic from his usual easy-going demeanor. However, his concerned inquiries were nothing but muffled noise as a deafening ring gnawed at every corner of your brain and your body grew so intensely hot it was as if you were being burned from the inside out.

It felt like torture.

It felt like you were dying.

Give in.

The moment you regained your senses, the situation only got worse. And here you are now…

Ashley is cowering behind Leon.

Luis is a ways in front of you with both of his hands up in the air.

Leon has his gun pointed towards you.

You have your gun aimed at Luis.

You try to lower your weapon, but your muscles wouldn’t relax. You try to step back, face away from everyone- from him, but your feet refuse to move an inch. The grip of the pistol in your hand tightens and you had to summon everything you had not to squeeze the trigger even though your fingers were violently twitching to do just so. Everything was hurting so much.

Give in, little lamb.

Leon barks at you to put down your firearm and you spit back that you were trying. You are trying, trying so hard. And you are failing. Something, or rather, someone else was hijacking you.

Do not resist, child.

“Shut up!” You snap. “Get the fuck out of my head!”

A flash of understanding appears across Luis’ face who has been carefully watching you this entire time. “It’s Saddler,” he says out loud. “He’s using the plaga to gain control.”

Your ears pick up Ashley’s frantic sobs and you remember that she experienced the same thing, she knows all too well what was happening to you at this moment. Saddler is trying to turn you against your companions. More specifically, he wants you to-

Kill Luis Serra.

At just the thought alone, your fingers threaten to take the shot. You manage to wrestle control back to your other hand, swiftly bringing your free hand over your disobedient one and slotting your finger behind the pin without a second thought. The pin pushes against the skin of your digit so hard that it was beginning to break skin, but you endure. Your whole body is shaking.

Poor child. You are only prolonging the inevitable.

“Run, Luis!” you warn through gritted teeth, grateful that you still have your voice. “Run before I shoot you!”

At your words, the Spaniard grimaces, his lips turn into a thin line, his grey eyes darken. Never before have you seen such an expression on him. Then, he chuckles under his breath, “Think you can get rid of me that easily?”

The nerve of this guy, you swear…. Thankfully, Leon became the voice of reason.

“Move out of the line of fire, Luis,” he ordered. But the other man didn’t budge and you can feel the palpable urgency in Leon’s voice. “Come on! We gotta get out of here.”

“I’m not leaving,” Luis spoke up, his eyes directed towards you. “I’m not leaving you.”

Any other time this would have been touching. You and him have been stuck together throughout this entire horrifying adventure so of course you would forge a bond. While there were countless times where you wanted to punch him in the face, there were more times where the man’s ever present smile and unparalleled flair stopped you from doing so. You became fond of Luis and his antics, especially of all the times that he tried to charm you with that Spanish bravado unique only to him (not that you would ever admit any of this to him nor admit that he had affected you in any way). And it was because of your fondness that you knew you had to throw all sentimentality away the moment you were losing yourself to the voice in your head.

“This is no time to act all chivalrous, Luis Serra!” You shout desperately. “Saddler is going to make me kill you if you don’t beat it.”

“No. You haven’t lost. Saddler hasn’t taken over completely. Otherwise, we would be hearing him speak right now. Pero no,” the Spaniard counters, his stubbornness matching yours. “You can fight this.”

His bull-headed faith stirred something within you. A desire to do as he says and resist the virus consuming you. He was giving you hope. Spreading it from himself to you. Like an infection.

Kill him.

You snap back to reality. “We’re not doing this. You have to run. You have to get away!”

Leon interjects once again on your behalf, “Ashley needs to get to the lab fast, Luis. If your equipment can cure us both, I can come back and fix this. But we have to move. Now.” Despite his rationality even you can tell that the blond agent was threatening to go over the edge off the tension between you all in his attempts to sway your mutual ally with reason. “We still have a chance.”

Unfortunately, Luis being Luis, a man of honor and integrity, he refuses. “No,” he says firmly. “I won’t take that risk. If we don’t beat this now, it’s over.”

Before you can fully register the weight of his words, his actions portray his intentions clearly. The dark-haired man began closing the gap between you two. Panic pours over you like a bucket of ice water and you are practically screaming inside for your body to listen to you. To lower the damn gun and get away from him. To keep him away from you. To keep him safe. It was no use.

Like cattle up for the slaughter. Kill him now. Take the Amber.

“Stay back!” To your terror, your hands involuntarily lift the gun so that it was pointing straight at his face. The stubborn man didn’t flinch and he did not heed your warning.

“The last time someone sent me away,” he speaks calmly, “I lost them forever.”

He continues walking straight until he was well within the sights of your pistol. If you shoot now, no matter how fast you moved your hand away, it wouldn’t matter. It would be fatal.

And yet, there still isn’t an ounce of fear in Luis’ eyes.

What the hell is he doing? Is he actually trying to get himself killed?

Yes. Kill him.

You squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head wildly in the futile hopes that whatever gripped its hold over you would finally relent and disappear. Luis must have sensed the agonizing conflict within you as you hear him gently call you out, effectively pulling your focus back to the surface. Your name upon your lips felt like a soothing caress upon your raging mind. When you open your eyes, he had a smile across his lips. It was different from the coy, teasing ones he usually wears around you. It felt sincere and comforting, like he was silently assuring you that everything will be okay. His grey eyes captures you, the look in his gaze is intense and unwavering. The way he’s staring at you now makes it feel like you are the only thing in the room to him.

“Otra vez no. Not again.”

He grabs the barrel of your pistol and you thanked whatever gods there were that you still had the strength to stop yourself from firing your gun. But when you thought the man would help you move the gun off his person, he shocks you even further. With a slow push, he lowers your aim until the gun was positioned right over his chest where his heart beats.

This guy really wants to die!?

Leon shouts out before you, “Are you out of your fucking mind?!”

The man looks over his shoulder slightly, he seems to ponder over Leon’s words and after a moment, he sighs with a somber nod.

“Puede que tengas razón. I must be.” He smiles sadly. “The most insane man on this whole island.”

Luis returns his attention to you, his expression relaxes ever so slightly at the sight of you despite the terrified, confused look upon your face.

“Escúchame,” he began, his voice low in an almost intimate whisper. “When I took the plaga out of my body, I did it out of a sense of duty. Not out of a desire for self-preservation. I’ve already led a pretty shitty life, you know? The world would be better off without me in it. Pero, I first wanted to correct my mistakes. Set things right. That way, uh, when I finally died, I’d have left doing some real good for once.”

His words were shaky and you come to the conclusion then that he was nervous. Yet amidst his evident anxiousness, Luis seemed like he was genuinely speaking from the chest for once with none of the dodgy, playful attitude he usually wears like a tattoo upon his skin. He was a completely different person before your eyes. Knowing this, knowing he is showing this side of himself to you, made each word out of his mouth weigh heavily on your heart.

“But then we met. Chained together by some sick twist of fate. And from that moment on, we’ve been stuck together, fighting alongside each other, protecting one another. Sure, I may have abused my charm to get you to accept my services and I’m fairly certain that you despise me now for being the cause of all of this suffering but….” he pauses, it was first time you’ve ever seen the man like this. As if his life depended on every word he was giving you and he needed to get it down right.

After another moment passes, Luis chuckles lowly like he just remembered a sad joke before catching your gaze again. “Being by your side, it felt like I was finally breathing for the first time in years. Breathing like a man who wants to live for something worthwhile. And it’s all because of you.”

Your eyes widen at his raw confession.

Luis continues, not waiting for you to respond, “You are the light that pulled me from the darkness. My light. Mi luz. And if it makes me crazy to want to stay with you to fight this virus when I’m just a trigger pull away from death, then so be it. I’m crazy. But I’m not leaving your side. No hay manera.”

No way. He’s being completely real right now and you swear your heart bursted out of your chest. Again, he doesn’t wait for you to speak.

“¿Comprende?”, he moves his free hand to your neck, not to wrap around your throat, rather to cradle your cheek in his palm. His touch felt warm and his eyes reflect his burning resolve. “I’m not going anywhere without you. So you have to fight. Fight against the darkness, mi luz. Fight, and let’s get out of here together.”

When he finished, you were crying. You don’t know when the tears started flowing but you know you must be quite a sight with the heavy wet streaks down your face. Luis didn’t seem to mind though, nothing but pure adoration on his dashing face.

“You are the worst, you know that?” you finally say after what seemed like an eternity, reigning in your sobs, deeply moved by Luis’ heartfelt declaration and faith in you. He laughs at your half-hearted snark. “For the record, I don’t despise you. Not even a little.”

Soft smiles and lingering looks exchange between you two. In his eyes, you saw deep longing and hopeful promises that needn’t be said aloud. You returned them with a silent nod, acknowledgment that his affection was not one-sided and the man graces you with that radiant smile you have grown to adore.

Luis really does have a beautiful smile.

It almost made you forget for a moment that the infection was taking over you.

Do it.

“Leon,” you croaked, straining to get your words out, but remained firm in your conviction. Your fellow agent meets your eyes and a mutually understanding was made. “Do it.”

Confusion furrows Luis’ brow and the sound of Leon cocking his gun made the man tense.

Poor little lamb.

“I’m sorry, Luis.”

“¡NO!”

Shot fired.

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