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Vanilla

AN: Rafael Barba x Reader. This is for @melsquared79 who suggested the following prompt: #11 - “Please, remind me again why we’re having sex behind a tree?”

CW: language, smut, some angst

Tags: @madpanda75 @southern-magnolia @ottosuricato @delia26 @dreila03 @sass-and-suspenders @glimmerglittergirl @niyashell @mommakat32. Anyone else, just ask!

“Not for nothing but that’s some vanilla sex bullshit right there,” your co-worker replied, her brow cocked in disbelief.

You had been dragged out to a happy hour with your coworkers. Lots of cocktails and shot were had; very little food was consumed. A buzz had settled over your body and you were at the point where you were spilling tea on everything and everyone. And this time it happened to be on your sex life.

You shrugged, unsure how to respond. Your cheeks were flushed but you weren’t sure if that was due to the alcohol or your embarrassment. You didn’t date in high school or very much in college. After college, you were basically celibate, working long hours, trying to climb the corporate ladder. It paid off, career wise but not in the romantic department.

It was by complete happenstance, due mostly to your klutziness one morning, that you (literally) ran into the man who would eventually become your boyfriend. Spilled coffee, an exchange of business cards and a promise to pay the dry cleaning bill led to dinner and drinks with Rafael Barba, better known to the public as the top prosecutor in the District Attorney’s office.

“We have sex a couple of times per week. He’s very busy; you know how busy I am. So we just do what works best for us,” you continued. “Not everyone has time for whips and chains,” you added with an eye roll.

“Oh honey,” another colleague piped up. “If your man, was my man, we would be doing things all sorts of ways. You can’t tell me he’s satisfied with plain old missionary.”

“He’s always happy,” you protested defensively. You glanced at your watch; it was getting late and the conversation had steered into uncomfortable territory.

“You need to kick it up a notch. Your man is fine as hell - he can get anyone he wants and he’s going to look elsewhere. No doubt,” another colleague added.

You sucked your breath at that comment and decided it was time to leave. “Well ladies, on that note, I am out.”

The women began to protest. “Oh come on, we’re just teasing!”

You shook your head and threw a couple of twenties on the table. “Nah, I’m good.

I’ll see you all on Monday. Behave. Would hate for my boyfriend to arraign you for indecent behavior.”

***

You took the subway home that night instead of your usual cab. The comments of your colleagues began to cloud your mind. You wondered if Rafael was indeed satisfied with the current arrangements. Sure, the two of you weren’t breaking out the Kama Sutra or engaging in fluorescent rope Shibari. You thought about the last time you had sex: you were exhausted from closing a deal and he was stressed from his latest trial. The two of you engaged in a quickie in the bathroom as you both got ready for bed. You both were collapsed in bed just as quickly as the sex was had.

You walked from your stop to your shared apartment. You looked up at the window to your apartment and a light was on. You smiled. Rafael was home early, despite it being close to 10:00 pm.

**

Tossing the keys onto the small bejeweled plate on the table besides the door, you greeted Rafael with a smile who was reading on his tablet. He gave you a lopsided grin. Your breath hitched once more; you were always taken aback by his handsomeness. His hair had started to really grey and somehow, he became even more handsome.

He put his tablet down and walked over to you and pressed a kiss to your lips. The kiss caused you to wobble in your heels and Rafael pulled back concerned. “Are you drunk?”

“No. Yes. Maybe. I went out with the girls, ‘member?” you replied. You pressed your hands onto his chest and stared into his green eyes. “Hmmm.” He felt warm and smelled like a mix of bergamot, cedar and spice. “Missed you.”

Rafael nodded. “I missed you too. Guess it’s safe to say you had fun.” He helped you out of your jacket and kept you steady as you removed your heels, kicking them to the side.

You shrugged once more. “I don’t know. Maybe. I just really want to go to bed.” Rafael could hear the barest hint of a crack in your voice but he didn’t want to push it with you.

“Then lets go to bed,” Rafael replied, taking you by the hand, and leading you to the bedroom. You half stripped, just down to a camisole and your panties. You crawled into bed, not bothering to wash your face or brush your teeth. Rafael climbed in after you and pulled you into his chest, holding you close. You were asleep quickly but the few tears you had shed didn’t go unnoticed by Rafael.

**

The next morning, you woke up with a dull pounding in your head. You looked over at Rafael’s spot which was empty - not surprising. Many times he went into the office on the weekends.

But instead you smelled coffee and could hear the padding of his footsteps. You groaned as you climbed out of bed and patted down your hair so that you didn’t exemplify zombie status when you saw Rafael.

“Buenos dias, chula,” Rafael greeted you with a quick peck. “How are you feeling?” He handed you a cup of coffee, and you took it, sitting at the breakfast bar.

You waved your hand. “I’ll be better with coffee,” you replied. Rafael nodded sympathetically and handed you a bottle of aspirin.

“That’ll help too.”

You nodded. “So you’re home today?”

Rafael nodded. “Yeah, I was thinking we could use some one on one time with each other. I know work has been awful for the two of us. I told Jack to have SVU bother another DA this weekend.”

“Any place you have in mind?” You questioned as you swallowed the aspirin.

“Central Park? The weather is supposed to be nice.” Rafael suggested. “We could grab a bite before or after.”

**

“Please, remind me again why we’re having sex behind a tree?” Rafael grunted as he thrusted into you. You braced your palms on the tree trunk, your dress flipped up, as you were bent over. Your head hung between your arms, your hair swayed with every thrust.

“Because,” you moaned as his cock hit the right spot. “I am trying to prove a point.”

“And that ... that point is what? Fuck!” Rafael groaned, balls deep inside of you.

“Fuck, papi. Don’t stop,” you moaned.

“Never,” Rafael promised, picking up the momentum. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and the sounds of your moans were drowned out by the waterfall in the North Woods of Central Park. Looking to get away from the hustle and bustle, you and Rafael walked along one of the lesser known parts of the park. Feeling auspicious and horny, you decided you wanted to prove your colleagues wrong. Rafael was surprised at your emboldened moves but he went with it.

For good measure, Rafael smacked your ass with each thrust. “You feel so good,” he crooned. “So wet, so tight.” You moaned in pleasure. He wrapped a hand in your hair and pulled gently.

“I am going to...” he warned, his thrusts becoming more frantic.

“Come for me,” you choked out. You took the opportunity to reach below to rub your clitoris.

“Rafael fuck, I am going to cum...” you babble incoherently. “Y/N!” Rafael grunted your name as he stiffened behind you, reaching his own climax. You both stayed there, basking in the moment. Finally, Rafael slipped out, tucking himself back into his pants. He looked around to make sure you were still all alone. The last thing he needed was for either one of you to get caught and land on the registry.

You reached down and pulled up your panties and fixed your dress, smoothing it over. “That was wonderful.”

“That was something,” Rafael chuckled. He picked up the blanket you had brought and took your hand, pulling you close to him. Rafael dipped his head to yours and kissed you. His tongue traced your bottom lip before he gently nipped your lip. You shuddered in his embrace.

Rafael pulled you back towards the path, and you walked hand in hand. You didn’t want to destroy the moment but also you needed to ease your anxiety.

“Rafi, you’re happy with us right? Happy with our sex life?” You questioned so softly, Rafael barely heard you.

“Cariño we just had sex in the middle of the park, where anyone could have caught us. Should I be worried?” Rafael teased.

You didn’t reply and Rafael paused his steps. He cupped your chin, looking you square in the eye. “Is that what that was back there?” You didn’t respond. “Cariño is that why you cried last night? Please talk to me,” Rafael implored.

You sighed and lead Rafael to a grassy knoll, where you spread out the blanket before you both sat. You were delightfully sore from the hedonistic pounding you just took minutes earlier. Your heart began to race, as you began to speak.

“I don’t know. Yesterday when I was out, I drank too much - obviously - and I started to reveal stuff about us. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry for that. But then my coworkers started saying our sex is vanilla and that you’ll leave me because you’re unsatisfied.”

Raul let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He pulled his knees against his chest and wrapped his arms around them. “Okay. Give me a minute to process please.”

You nodded and waited. A minute seemed like forever and you wanted to throw up. Finally, Rafael began. “At the end of the day, I love you. And I’m not going to leave you because we aren’t recreating Twenty-five Acts.”

You chewed on your bottom lip as he continued. “Our sex life is wonderful. Truly, it is. With our schedules, we do the best we can. If you want to try new things, I am a willing participant.”

You smiled brightly at your boyfriend, feeling relieved. “Okay. I just got into my head after what they all said.”

Rafael pulled you so that you were practically in his lap. “You have nothing to be worried about.”

You pushed Rafael down so that he was laying on his side. You laid next to him, facing him and pulled the blanket over your bodies. “Want to give it another go?”

FIN

**

[thatesqcrush]

Señorita, Pt. 2

Rafael Barba x Reader. Set right after The Undiscovered Country. CW: NSFW! Smut galore, language.

Tags: @madpanda75 @ottosuricato @delia26 @dreila03 @sass-and-suspenders @glimmerglittergirl @melsquared79 @niyashell @mommakat32 - anyone else just ask.

***

The whir of the ceiling fan and the birds singing their morning song woke you up. You went to move, but found a large, tanned arm holding you in place. As you wiggled out of the embrace, you could feel the erection of your lover against the small of your back. Carefully, you lifted his arm up and over you. Your lover shifted, so that he was laying on his back.

Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes and tried to ignore the dull throb in your head. Your mouth felt cottony and you were incredibly thirsty.

There was a bottle of water on the nightstand and you opened it, chugging its contents. You wiped your mouth with the corner of your palm. You crept out of bed, slowly and judiciously, so as to not to disturb your sleeping partner. As you crept, you picked up your dress and underwear and made your way to the bathroom.

You looked back once more towards the bed; confident that the man was asleep, you made your way into the bathroom, and shut the door with a quiet click.

The bathroom had a huge mirror and you gave yourself a once-over. You felt delightfully sore in all the right places - your fingers traced the love bites that graced your neck and breasts. As you touched a marked globe, your mind went back to the events of the night prior.

***

“So, do you always buy women drinks at the bar?” you asked cheekily. “No disrespect, but that’s a bit cliché.”

Rafael laughed before downing the last of his drink and leaned forward. “Rafael Barba,” he introduced himself.

You smirked. “Y/F/N Y/L/N; encantado de conocerte. Here on business or pleasure?”

Rafael hummed, before motioning to the waiter to bring another drink over. On the table was a small bowl of Spanish olives. He popped one in his mouth and he chewed thoughtfully before answering. “Placer.”

The live band began to play again and you looked longingly at the small dance floor. “Do you dance Mr. Barba?” you asked.

Rafael nodded eagerly. “Yeah. Yeah I do.” Rafael popped another olive in his mouth and took your hand, leading you to the dance floor.

Rafael was an exceptional dancer. You allowed yourself to get lost in the rhythm of the music. At one point, Rafael grabbed your hips, swiveling his hips against yours before twirling you. Rafael’s hand landed on the small of your back, bringing you back to him. You held his hands as the two of you continued dancing. After a fourth straight song of which you two danced to, Rafael pulled you close to him. You were both hot, sweaty and out of breath.

Your hair, which had been pinned up, had fallen and stuck your the sweaty nape of your neck. You could smell the alcohol on his breath mixed with the scent of his cologne and the scent of the saltwater that was feet away. It was intoxicating. You never were one to be bold but you knew you wanted to more than dance with him.

You led him back to the table where you handed him his drink while simultaneously downing your drink. Rafael watched you, also immediately mesmerized by you. His eyes tracked a single bead of sweat as it dripped down your collarbone and down your chest, finally landing in between your breasts. He swallowed hard.

“Want to get out of here?” You asked Rafael, tracking his eye movements.

“I’d thought you would never ask “ Rafael smiled. He stood and reached into his wallet and threw some pesos on the table, covering the tab. “Vamonos.”

***

The two of you couldn’t keep your hands off each other and you both stumbled towards Rafael’s room. “How much further?” you panted.

“Right here,” Rafael replied, pointing to his room. You backed Rafael against the door, kissing him. Rafael picked you up by your thighs; you wrapped your legs around his waist instinctively.

Rafael’s lips crashed against yours - hard. You moaned into the kiss as you snaked your tongue into Rafael’s mouth. Rafael returned the open mouth kiss, his tongue entangling with yours. Reluctantly he broke the kiss and put you down so he could open the door with the key card.

Rafael led you in and turned on the light to the room. “Do you want anything to drink?” He made his way to the bar cart he had, and poured himself another drink.

You shook your head, and replied no. While Rafael’s back was to you, you grabbed the hem of your sundress and with one swift move, you were naked save your panties.

Rafael turned around, and he nearly dropped the glass he was holding. His eyes darkened as he took in your nude form.

“Dios mio,” Rafael replied. “Eres muy hermosa.”

You walked over to him and stood on your tiptoes to place a kiss on his lips. You then took the glass out of his hand and placed it back on the cart. You snaked an arm around him, and pressed against him, chest to chest. You looked into his eyes, fascinated by the color. “Take me.”

“Eres cochina,” Rafael growled in response and picked you up once more, causing you to squeal. Rafael placed you on the bed and you rested on your elbows to watch him undress. First his sandals went. You bit your lip watching him slip off his shirt, followed by his shorts. Rafael stepped out of his shorts, leaving him in just navy boxers, with a very sizable tent evident.

Rafael climbed into the bed and over you, kissing you once more. His kisses moved to your neck, sucking on a hollow point causing you to squirm and moan. Rafael moved down your body slowly, first placing wet kisses along the space between your breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth. You threw your head back as his tongue flicked the pebbled flesh. You cupped your free breast, to bring it to Rafael’s attention. Rafael moved his mouth to the other, before using his pointer and thumb to pinch and pull.

“Rafael,” you moaned. Rafael continued to place kisses down your body. You felt hot, but you shivered anyway. Rafael sat up, and sat back on his legs. Carefully, he pulled your legs apart before lowering his face to your most intimate area. Rafael’s breath hovered over your panties. He inhaled your scent before using his tongue to swipe your folds through the thin cotton material. You squirmed and Rafael laid a heavy forearm against your hips, stilling you. Using his free hand, Rafael pushed your panties to the side and dove into your folds, eating you as if he were a starved man.

“Oh God,” you groaned lacing your hands into his hair. Rafael alternated long swipes with flicks. He used the pad of his thumb to rub your clitoris. You pulled at his hair, tugging but firmly keeping him in place. Your hips bucked as he snaked two fingers from under to slip into you. His tongue swirled over your clitoris as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you.

Every so often, Rafael would pause and pull away, breathing into your thighs. He would leave marks on your thighs, before delving back into your folds. You gripped the sheets as Rafael continued to fuck you with his fingers.

Rafael pulled away once more to look up at you. Your eyes met and you felt an erotic charge through your body at the sight of Rafael’s chin coated with your arousal. Rafael dove back in, continuing his oral ministrations. His used his his free hand to play with a nipple, tweaking and tugging at it. You felt the familiar coil in your belly and before you knew it, you were falling apart, coming all over Rafael’s face - chanting his name and praising God all at once.

Rafael pulled away, panting while you yourself, returned to your body. He placed soft kisses up your body, before he reached your face. He moved to lay next to you, and turned your face to his. “Que rica,” he complimented and you kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips. You reached down and palmed his erection. Rafael groaned and you continued to jerk him with your hand. Some pre-cum had leaked and you smeared it with your thumb.

“I want you to fuck me,” you commanded, asserting your consent and Rafael pressed another kiss to your lips.

“Oh, I am going to fuck you alright. I am gonna make that pretty pink pussy come all over my cock,” Rafael growled. “Tu me vuelves loco.”

“Condom?” You questioned. Rafael nodded and hopped out of bed. He shed his boxers and made his way to the bathroom. He returned just as quickly; his erection now covered. Rafael climbed back into the bed, his body covering yours.

“You sure about this?” Rafael whispered, his muscled arms braced against your head. You nodded, asserting your consent once more. “Never more sure.”

You raised your hips as Rafael guided himself into you. The two of you groaned as your pussy gripped tightly around his cock. Rafael lowered his forehead so that it touched yours as he sunk further into you. He was now buried to the hilt; his balls rested against your cunt. You wrapped your legs around his waist, so that your heels rested on his butt. Slowly Rafael thrusted into to you, testing out a rhythm. “Harder! Ay, papi, mas por favor,” you moaned and that was all Rafael needed to hear. He pulled out nearly completely before thrusting back into you.

“Fuck, you feel so good around my cock,” Rafael groaned.

The sounds of skin on skin and moaning from the two of you filled the room. Beads of sweat dropped off Rafael and onto you.

“Need you,” you moaned, meeting his thrusts. “Don’t stop.”

“Never,” Rafael grunted, continuing to fuck you with every ounce of his being. He slowed briefly and slipped out. You cried at the feeling. Rafael moved so that he was sitting on his haunches, and pulled you by your legs so that your lap was on his. Rafael raised your legs, each one on a shoulder and slipped his cock back in. As his cock was already covered in your juices, he slipped in easily and began to fuck you earnestly and with gusto. Your breasts bounced with each thrust.

Rafael reached below and his fingers began circling your clit. It became your undoing and you cried out as your orgasm overcame you. “Rafael! Rafael! Rafa...” you trailed off.

“Fuck, Y/N, cum for me.” Rafael encouraged, his thrusting becoming faster. Soon after Rafael stiffened, emptying himself inside you, your name emanating from his lips in between groans.

The two of you stayed intimately connected for a few minutes before Rafael slipped out of you and removed the condom. You wrapped your arms around him and kissed him softly. Rafael returned the embrace and held you in his arms. Completely satiated, you both drifted to sleep quickly.

***

Rafael stirred. He felt around and realizing the spot beside him was empty, he sat up. He scanned the room and noticed your clothes were gone.

“Carajo,” Rafael muttered, missing his companion. He was hoping you’d still be around in the morning - at least for coffee or another round of the mind-blowing sex the two of you had shared.

Rafael rolled out of bed, and grabbed his boxers briefs, slipping them on, followed by his sandals. Grabbing his watch, he glanced at the time. The room was outfitted with a coffee press and he began to make some.

As the coffee began to brew, Rafael opened the glass doors to the outside. The sun was still rising, painting the sky yellow, pink, and orange. Nary was there a cloud in the sky. The beach was empty, and some seagulls were fighting over a fish.

Rafael heard a door click and some footsteps. He turned around and to his surprise, found himself face to face with you. You were dressed; your hair was tied up in a loose braid, and you look freshly faced.

“Buenos días, Rafael,” you greeted softly, your voice a bit hoarse from your activities.

“Buenos días amante,” Rafael greeted with a smile. “Slept well?”

You gave him a coy smile. “Well, if memory serves me correctly, we did very little actual sleeping.” To your surprise and delight, Rafael’s cheeks pinked.

You pressed your hands to his chest and pressed a soft kiss to his bare shoulder, and then to his lips. “I was thinking of going to the beach this morning,” you replied. “There is cove not too far down, that I would love to explore.

“That sounds wonderful,” Rafael replied. “But first, a cafecito?” he suggested, walking over to the press.

You grabbed Rafael’s hand as he began to walk away. “But first,” you replied and nodded towards the bed. You let go of Rafael’s hand and walked to the bed. You hadn’t bothered to slip on your underwear so all you had to do was slip up your sundress, baring your intimate parts once more. You scooted back to the pillows. Rafael took your hint and joined you.

***

TBC

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Torts

AN: It’s Galileo day and I am beyond excited. Couldn’t sleep so I put the muse to work. CW: language, sex, def NSFW. References: The Undiscovered Country, S.19,E.13

Reader x Rafael. CW: language, sex, you know the drill. It’s Barba’s first day as a professor of law. Reader pays a visit!

***

Rafael dusted the chalk off that rubbed onto his vest. Rolling back his sleeves, he took a step back and looked at his scribbles on the board. Today was a new day for him. After leaving the D.A.’s office after being acquitted from the Householder case, Rafael took much needed time off to reconvene and figure out his priorities.

But Rafael wasn’t meant to be a homebody. He was growing increasingly bored and irritated at home.

It was only at your prodding that he interviewed for the professor opening at New York University.

***

“Rafael,” you said your boyfriend’s name firmly. “I love you but wasting away here at home. You have got to get back out there.”

“No one will hire me. I was acquitted formally but everyone will just think I am a baby killer,” Rafael protested, irritated. He scratched his 5 o’clock shadow and took a large gulp of his scotch. He sat down at the table in the apartment you two shared. Smells of roast chicken and yellow plantains mixed in the air.

You began to slice some tomatoes for the salad you were preparing. You picked up the slivered fruit and tossed them in the bowl with rest of the vegetables and wiped your hands on your apron. You turned to Rafael and placed your hands on your hips.

“Rafael, you live in a place that the men who wrote the law don’t even think about. You’re not a class A felon. This is not your Achilles heel. Just go - go for the interview. Who knows what will happen,” you reasoned. Rafael looked at you intently. You met his stare and cocked your brow, your lips pursed.

Rafael gave an exasperated sigh and threw his hands up. “Fine cariño. I’ll apply.”

“You have to get back out there love. You can’t stay inside forever. It’s not you,” you replied bringing the salad over to the table. You bent down and kissed Rafael softly.

Rafael pulled you into his lap and nuzzled your neck, breathing in your scent. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

****

Rafael’s phone buzzed loudly against the wooden desk, shaking him out of his reverie and back to reality. He saw that it was you and he answered it eagerly.

“¿Chula, que tal?” Rafael greeted you. “Can’t wait to see you later. I made dinner reservations.”

You sighed on the other line, knowing you were about to disappoint him. “Rafi, bad news. The deposition took forever and I missed my flight. I won’t be home until tomorrow morning.”

Rafael sighed, disappointed. “Okay.”

“I just wanted to wish you good luck on your first day. You’re going to do great Professor Barba. Love you.”

“Love you too,” Rafael replied. “Be safe. Call me before you take off.”

You promised you would and you hung up. You looked at the building in front of you, and smiled entering. After speaking with security, you made your way to the lecture hall that Rafael was teaching at.

Through the glass partition, you saw Rafael’s back was to you, so you quietly opened the door and sat in the first empty seat you saw in the back row. Taking the baseball cap from your bag, you slid it on and lowered the brim so that he couldn’t see your face.

“Welcome to Torts. I’m Professor Barba. There are few ground rules...”

You smiled as Rafael went through the ins and outs of the class and his expectations.

“Tort law is the area of law that protects people from bad acts of others. When someone acts in an unreasonably dangerous way, it is called a tortious act. However, tort law is not criminal law. Tort law gives a victim a civil remedy in the courts. The four elements to every successful tort case are: duty, breach of duty, causation and injury,” Rafael continued, his voice booming, filling the hall.

You smiled and discreetly looked around, seeing all the students transfixed on Rafael. You knew he’d be perfect - he had an audience in the courtroom- and now he had one right here.

“The four conditions must be met, each are necessary. None in itself is sufficient. There must be a duty or an obligation. This duty must have been breached. The breach must have a caused...” Rafael continued.

Ninety minutes later, Rafael ended his class, giving instructions on what readings to complete prior to the next class and hinting about a possible quiz in the immediate future.

As the class slowly emptied out, Rafael noticed you in the back, your head still bent.

“Can I help you? I have office hours this afternoon, but another class will be here in about thirty minutes,” Rafael called out you, as he packed up his briefcase.

You looked up, and removed your cap, revealing yourself. “Oh, I think I will need so much help, Professor.”

Rafael was surprised and he gave you a toothy grin. “Y/N - what are you doing here? I thought you had missed a flight.”

“I’m a lawyer darling. I know how to lie,” you teased as you negotiated the stairs and approached him. You pressed your hands against his chest and kissed Rafael.

Rafael returned your kiss and cupped your chin, tilting your face more towards him. You broke the kiss and hopped onto his desk. “You know,” you began, running a finger down the neckline of your blouse, “I never had a professor who looked as good as you.”

Rafael eyed your cleavage and smirked. “No?”

You shook your head. “No... your students are very lucky. I bet your office hours will be packed with students who just cannot seem to focus. They’ll need extra time with their sexy professor.” You began unbuttoning your blouse. Rafael swallowed hard, and ran a hand through his dark hair.

“Cariño,” Rafael warned, his eyes darting to see if anyone was around.

“What?” You asked innocently, batting your lashes, letting your shirt hang open to reveal your lace encased breasts.

“Y/N! It’s my first day!” Rafael hissed. “We can play at home.”

You rolled your eyes and hopped off the desk, turning to show off your derrière. “Oh come on Professor Barba,” you continued to goat. “I bet all of your students will be fantasizing about getting under you. I know if you were mine, it would be all that I could think about.”

Rafael swallowed hard. He could feel his cock twitch as he took in your form. ‘It would be so easy,’ he thought - to just take you where you were. He would just flip up your skirt and unzip his fly... he just knew how wet you were and how easily your pussy would welcome his cock.

“Okay y/n, but we make it quick,” Rafael agreed. Before you could react, Rafael was on you, like a hyena capturing a wildebeest. Rafael spun you around and kissed you hard. Your tongue tangled with his. Rafael tasted like coffee, mint, and something that was uniquely him. You moaned softly as Rafael suckled on your sweet spot. He nipped your neck and you hissed in pleasure. His tongue snaked out to soothe the hickey he left and you groaned again. Your panties were soaking already - you were so turned on and the two of you had just started.

Reaching to your thighs, you shimmied your skirt up and then reached down to pull down your panties to mid-thigh. Rafael copped a feel and he growled at how wet you already were. You writhed against his hand, trying to increase pressure or get him to finger fuck you. Rafael took the hint and slipped one digit inside of you. Your hips bucked automatically to Rafael’s ministrations. You head fell forward, as Rafael thrusted his finger in and out of you in a languid pace. Rafael used his other large hand to undo the fly of his pants and released his aching, weeping cock. Rafael slipped his finger out and you whined at the lost sensation.

Your whines were replaced with moans as you felt the head of Rafael’s cock at your entrance. You lowered yourself further into the desk and braved yourself. Rafael spread your legs a bit further- or as further as they could go with your underwear still at your thighs. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured as he took in the sight of your naked ass. Teasingly he ran his cock up and down your slit before entering you. The two of you groaned at the sensation. “Remember, gotta be quick,” Rafael groaned. You nodded. “I...I know,” you choked out.

Rafael began thrusting in and out of you quickly. Each snap of his hip propelled you forward. You met his thrusts eagerly and the sounds of furious fucking filled the lecture hall, echoing off the empty room. Rafael reached down to rub your swollen clit and you choked back a sob as pleasure coursed your body.

“I am so close,” you panted. “Give it to me. I want it.”

“Take it y/n,” Rafael growled in response. “Take that cock.”

Rafael’s filthy words were your undoing and you came around his cock, his name on your lips. Rafael followed soon thereafter, his hips stiffening as he emptied his load into you. Rafael chanted your name as if it were a prayer.

The two of you stayed intimately connected for a minute before Rafael slipped out of you. As he tucked himself back into his pants, you reached down to pull up your panties and slip down your skirt. You could feel Rafael’s cum drip out of you and pool in your panties, and out the sides, to your thighs. You felt erotically charged.

“Well, safe to say you’re having a great first day,” you teased pressing a chaste kiss against his lips. Rafael wrapped his arms around you, and returned the kiss.

“That I am. But I have to return to my office and get ready for my next class. I’ll see you tonight, definitely dinner.”

You nodded, pulling away to grab your belongings. As you headed to the stairs, you looked back at Rafael. “Hey Professor Barba?”

Rafael looked at you, a flicker of lust in his eyes. “Yes?”

“I think I’ll drop by during office hours. Make sure your door lock works,” you winked.

“You’re incorrigible!” Rafael teased watching you bound up the stairs.

“But you love it,” you called back before exiting.

“That I do,” Rafael murmured as he gathered the rest of his stuff. “That I do.”

*FIN*

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Impudence, Ch. 1

Prompt: You shouldn’t tease daddy like that kitten. You know I will have to punish you. Rules are rules.

Reader x Rafael. CW: NSFW for language, explicit sex, including BDSM, daddy!kink. Tags: @imtherealriodallas @madpanda75 @barbabangme @sass-and-suspenders @glimmerglittergirl @southern-magnolia @dreila03 anyone else just ask - sorry if I forgot anyone.

*****

“Carmen, is Rafael in?” you asked as you poked your head in.

Carmen looked up from her computer and smiled. “Hi Detective Y/N,” she greeted brightly. Her smile faltered quickly. “He’s in a mood though,” she warned.

“Great. I need a warrant,” you sighed. “Good thing I stopped and brought the really good coffee.” You raised your hand showing off the large cup of coffee. “One is for you.”

Carmen chuckled. “He’s going to need it. Go on in. And thanks for the coffee,” she replied.

You nodded and continued your way to Rafael’s office. No one knew that the Manhattan ADA was secretly in a relationship with their most junior detective.

“Can I come in?” You questioned as you knocked on his door.

The Cuban ADA was on the phone. He looked up and motioned with his fingers for you to come in. His brows were furrowed as he listened intently to the caller on the other side.

“You better hope that the jury doesn’t buy into that sophomoric argument Buchanan,” Rafael snarled. “I’ll see you in court.”

Rafael slammed the phone down and you jumped slightly. “Asshole,” he grumbled.

“I come in peace,” you state, waving the coffee.

“Shut the door, would you?” Rafael replied, rubbing his face. He stood up and walked over, taking the coffee from you. “Thanks.”

You closed the door quietly. “I’m actually here on business,” you began. “Liv sent me down to get a warrant.”

Rafael nodded, taking a large gulp of the coffee you brought. “Oh, this is divine.”

“It’s the reserve blend from that new coffee shop by the precinct,” you began to explain but Rafael cut you off.

“I got something for you,” Rafael stated, pointing over to the couch. “In that bag there.”

“Rafa, you didn’t have to,” you began but he cut you off.

“Who said you could call me Rafa?” He asked, eyes narrowing. His fingers snapped and you immediately lowered your gaze.

“Sorry papi,” you replied.

Rafael’s hands were now on hips. “Okay kitten, go look and see.”

You looked up and smiled and scrambled to the couch, like a giddy child. You reached into the shopping bag and pulled out a large box. You moved to open it but hesitated and looked up. “May I papi?”

“Go ahead kitten,” Rafael replied with a small smile.

You opened the box and squealed at the contents. It was a blush pink corset. There was a delicate but tight weave throughout.

“Wear that tonight,” Rafael ordered you quietly, now standing in front of you. You nodded before dropping the corset onto the couch. You leaped to your feet and pressed a kiss on his lips. “Thank you papi,” you purred.

Rafael wrapped his arms around your waist and returned your kiss. Your phone buzzed and hesitantly you pulled away. You looked at your phone, and looked at Rafael with a frown. “Gotta go, it’s Liv. That warrant? I’ll call you and we will work out the details, okay?” You shoved the corset back into the bag and took it with you.

Rafael nodded, returning back to his desk.

“Will I see you at Forlini’s later?” you asked, turning to face him once more as you made your way to the door. “Carisi’s birthday?”

Rafael nodded. “I’ll see you there kitten.”

****

Rafael made his way into the bar. It was crowded more than usual. “... the fuck is going on?” he grumbled. He was exhausted from prepping for his case and he was not in the mood to really be at the bar but he vaguely remembered Liv mentioning “team building” and it was your partner’s birthday.

He saw the squad sitting in a booth towards the back. Fin waved him over and he pushed his way through the crowd. “Glad you could make it counselor,” Fin replied. “What’s your poison?”

“Scotch. And lots of it,” Rafael replied. He noted you weren’t there. “Where’s Y/N?” he asked nonchalantly.

“At the bar with Carisi,” Amanda replied, taking a swig of her beer. Rafael took off his suit jacket and folded it on to an empty seat. Rolling up his sleeves, he sighed and decided to make his way to the bar.

What he saw, made him stop in his tracks. There you were, in the pink corset he bought you, with a matching blush pink blazer over it and the tightest pair of black cigarette pants. You laughed hard at something Carisi said. Your head was thrown back, exposing your neckline. Your breasts strained against the corset. You reached up and patted Carisi on the arm, before looking over and spotting Rafael.

“Barba! You made it,” you cheered with a wink. You turned back to the bar, slightly sticking your butt out.

“Y/N,” Rafael coughed. “You look lovely tonight. Happy birthday Carisi,” He turned to your partner. “Drinks on me.”

“Thanks Barba,” Carisi replied. “In that case, I’ll have top shelf.”

Rafael rolled his eyes. “Y/N and I will bring a round over.”

As Carisi made his way back to the booth, Rafael turned to you, his eyes darkened. “What are you wearing kitten?”

“You said you couldn’t wait to see me wear it tonight,” you replied innocently, batting your eyes.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it, Rafael replied matter of factly, looking you up and down.

You opened your mouth to reply but the bartender came by and interrupted. “Can I get you something?”

“A round of beers please and a scotch for my dad,” you teased. Rafael’s mouth dropped. You took the opportunity to snatch the credit card in his hand and you ran it across your clavicle before handing it to the bartender. “It’s on him.”

The bartender nodded, taking the card from you. The expression on Rafael’s face turned stony. You inwardly giggled. You were horny and in the mood to be a brat. You knew Rafael was working hard and the most recent case was stressing him out.

You moved closer to him so that you were millimeters from his ear. You brushed a few of salt and pepper strands away. “Come on papi,” you whispered.

Rafael didn’t reply. The bartender came back with six beers and a scotch. Rafael took his drink and walked back to the booth leaving you with the beers. Taking three necks in each hand, you followed suit. You passed out the drinks. “Cheers to the birthday boy,” you cheered. You took a swig of your beer, eyeing Rafael. Rafael raised his glass and took his drink in one mouthful.

“I gotta go,” Rafael replied. “Gotta prep a witness in the morning.” Rafael grabbed his jacket.

“Oh lighten up a bit, you’re a pro,” Amanda replied. “Have another drink.”

Rafael scowled. “Not what I need right now.”

“What our dear counselor needs,” you began meeting Rafael’s eyes. “Is to get laid. He’s wound tighter than a coil,” you teased some more.

The squad chuckled and Carisi let out a whistle. “Thanks for the juvenile psychoanalysis detective. Good night,” Rafael snapped.

You blushed in embarrassment. You knew you had taken it too far. You moved to say something but no words came out. You watched as Rafael made his way back to the bar and cashed out.

“He does need to get some,” Amanda chuckled taking another swig of her beer.

You pretended to look at your watch. “Umm, I totally forgot I needed to feed my neighbors cat, I have to go,” you mumbled your crappy excuse. “Carisi - I’ll see you in the morning. Happy birthday again!” You pressed a chaste kiss on his cheek and said goodbye.

You made your way outside but Rafael was already gone. A cab hurtled down the street and you flagged it down. You gave the driver Rafael’s address. You texted Rafael.

[Y/N, 9:36 PM: Are you home or in the office?]

You saw three dots move, but then stop. You typed again.

[Y/N, 9:37 PM: I am sorry.]

No response came.

You gulped. You knew you were in for it. Exploring kinks had been fun with Rafael and you found you really enjoyed being a sub, more specifically, a brat. It wasn’t anything insidious and you didn’t have any real-life dad issues. Just with your line of work, it was nice to be cared for instead. You also discovered Rafael had a weakness for being called Papi and he enjoyed dominating in both the courtroom and bedroom.

The cab pulled up to Rafael’s apartment building. You paid the fare and buzzed his door. “It’s me,“ you spoke into the speaker. The door buzzed and you let yourself in.

You took the elevator up and when you got to Rafael’s apartment, the door was already cracked open.

“Rafa?” You questioned entering the darkened apartment.

“What did I say earlier kitten? Did I say you could call me Rafa?” a low voice replied. His fingers snapped. “Shut the door.”

You closed the door behind you. “Sit,” Rafael commanded. Relying on muscle memory, you made your way through his apartment to his couch.

You could sense Rafael was on the couch too. Your heart began to race in anticipation.

You felt Rafael move to be next to you. His hand ran up your back gently and then his hand was in your hair, tugging it hard.

“You shouldn’t tease daddy like that kitten. You know I will have to punish you. Rules are rules,” Rafael growled.

TBC

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Special Treatment

***

Reader x Barba. NSFW. S/O to anonymous for this prompt and special s/o to @barbabangme - this is for you home skillet. CW: language & lots of smutty goodness.

ETA Tag list: @sass-and-suspenders @dreila03 @glimmerglittergirl @madpanda75 @imtherealriodallas

anyone else just ask!

***

“Mother fucking cock sucker son of a bitch,” you swore, rubbing the side of your left leg, along your hip. You reached into the waistband of your running shorts, pulling out the key to enter the apartment. You limped in, wincing with every step.

“Hey,” you heard from the hall. You looked over to see your still very much half-asleep boyfriend rubbing his eyes. “What time is it?”

“4:30,” you replied looking at the clock. “Go back to sleep. I’m sorry I woke you,” you apologized.

“No, it’s fine. I was going to get up soon anyway. Have to get down to the office to prep a witness and file a motion to dismiss,” Rafael replied.

“I’ll get the carafe going,” you stated, hobbling over to the kitchen cabinet where the coffee was kept. A sharp pain shot up your leg and you swore again.

Rafael was suddenly at your side. “Cariño, what happened to your leg?”

You sighed. “Halfway through my planned 10 miles, my hip locked, then my knee buckled and every step afterward was just excruciating. I had to take a subway back.”

Rafael’s eyes narrowed. “Why didn’t you call me? I would have picked you up.” He tsked in disapproval.

“It’s fine, you were asleep,” you replied, grabbing two mugs from the shelf. Rafael took the mugs from you and placed them on the counter. “Maybe you should see someone.”

“I’ll foam roll and ice it,” you reassured Rafael. “I’ll be fine.” Rafael rolled his eyes, sighing. “Maybe I will take some ibuprofen,” you added for good measure.

You playfully shoved Rafael away. “Go shower. I’ll ice my leg while the coffee makes.”

Rafael grumbled in Spanish about you being stubborn as he walked away. “I heard that, and you’re one to talk,” you replied cheekily.

As Rafael showered, you limped to your shared bedroom with a bag of frozen peas. You shimmied your shorts off and took off your t-shirt. Laying on your side in just your sports bra and panties, you flipped through a magazine while the frozen peas laid precariously on your hip.

Rafael emerged from the shower, a towel draped around his hips. Water droplets fell from his hair. He let out a whistle. “Looking good detective. Is that your UC look?”

You chortled, looking up at him. “Oh yeah, counselor. This is how I get all the bad guys. Luring them in my sweaty sports bra and high ponytail. They can’t resist me.”

Rafael smirked and sat next to you, bending his head to give you a small kiss. “How’s your hip?” he questioned, placing a hand on the small of your back.

“Eh,” you replied. “I’ll see if I can just do paperwork today with Liv. I am a little backlogged, so perfect timing.”

Rafael’s hand began to move lower down your backside, to the top of your left cheek. He alternated with rubbing your cheek and running his hand under your underwear, giving you a squeeze.

“Mmmmm,” you moaned softly. “That feels nice.”

“Yeah?” Rafael asked rhetorically, his green eyes darkening. “How about this?” His hand moved up, moving the bag of peas off your hip. He massaged your aching hip, feeling the knot that had developed. You groaned, slightly in discomfort but Rafael kept massaging the knot. He alternated from deep hard rubs to light circles. Your hip pain began to alleviate and you smiled, looking up at him. “Thank you mi amor.”

Rafael dipped his lips to yours once more. His tongue traced the bottom of your lip, begging for entry. You opened your mouth to let him in. His tongue darted to explore your mouth. Rafael tasted like spearmint and he smelled of his aftershave, woody and spicy. You moved to sit up more, but Rafael kept you still.

“Let me take care of you,” Rafael replied breaking the kiss. Rafael rubbed your hip some more, his hand slipping under the fabric of your underwear.

“Oh yes,” you agreed, practically purring. “I ache everywhere.”

Rafael hummed in acknowledgement. His hand moved away from your underwear, and traced the length of your leg from mid-thigh to your hip.

Slowly his hand made its way back under your underwear, along your hip. Your breathing hitched as his hand moved closer to the apex of your thighs. You were already sopping in anticipation.

“You’re so wet,” Rafael noted, a single finger stroking you briefly, before slipping inside. You sighed at the feeling of his finger in you. Encouraging, you pushed your panties to the side allowing Rafael greater access.

Rafael slipped another finger inside of you, his tempo quickening. You began moving against his hand, mewling as he continued his ministrations. His fingers pumped in and out of you faster and faster. You were so wet, you could feel yourself dripping. You cried out in pleasure, “Oh Rafa.”

Rafael slowed his momentum before removing his fingers completely. You whimpered in protest and Rafael made a big show of sucking on his fingers. “Dulce,” he remarked. Pushing you onto your back. Leaning over, he grabbed a pillow and encouraged you to lift your hips, placing the pillow under you. You spread your legs wantonly and unabashedly. Nipping your thighs, Rafael nestled in between your legs, his tongue in your folds, licking you and swirling his tongue on your swollen clitoris. You groaned, and your hands lost themselves in his dark hair, trying to keep him in place.

“Oh yes,” you agreed, practically purring. “I ache everywhere.”

Rafael hummed in agreement and the vibrations sent shockwaves up your body. Rafael’s tongue flicked on your clitoris as he slipped two fingers back in, all the way deep to the knuckle. You hips rose to meet his thrusts. A third finger slipped inside, stretching you and you cried out in pleasure.

“That’s right, take it,” Rafael whispered. His thumb rubbed you clitoris haphazardly. You like getting fucked by my hand?” Rafael asked through heavy lidded eyes.

“Yes, oh yes,” you moaned. Your legs were shaking. “I am going to cum,” you groaned.

“Cum for me,” Rafael growled, his fingers pumping in and out of you faster. He dipped his head back between your legs and flicked his tongue against your clit. You came hard, shouting his name, grabbing the sheets haphazardly. Rafael continued to pump his fingers, while looking up at you. A smirk graced his face, and he removed his fingers. Moving back up to you, he pushed his fingers into your mouth. “Chupa,” he ordered. You sucked on his fingers, tasting yourself.

You nipped Rafael’s fingers playfully and he chuckled, removing them. He pressed a kiss on your lips. “Feeling better?”

“Mmmm much,” you replied grinning. You sat up and removed your sports bra. Pushing Rafael gently back onto the bed, you climbed onto him. “But I do think more TLC is in order,” you replied taking his hands and placing them on your breasts. “Up to the challenge, counselor?”

Rafael winked. “I think I like my odds.”

{FIN}

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Word of Your Body, Pt. 5

Reader x Rafael. The conclusion! CW: fluff, suggestive/implied sex, a smidge of angst, language. Tags: @madpanda75 @sass-and-suspenders @dreila03 @glimmerglittergirl - anyone else, just ask!

****

You sat against Rafael, your back to his chest. You traced lazy circles on Rafael’s arm. Rafael nuzzled your neck and you giggled at the feeling of his 5o’clock shadow on your skin.

“So,” you began, looking up at Rafael. “Did you mean what you said? That this is everything you have ever wanted?”

Rafael turned you, so you were facing him. “Of course; this weekend was unbelievably beautiful. I’ve wanted this for so long. But I...”

“You what?” you interrupted.

“I didn’t think you’d feel the same way. I am much older than you. I work all the time - you know how it is.”

You furrowed your brows. “First, you’re not that old,” you started. Rafael opened his mouth to protest but you placed a finger on his lips. “And second, yeah. I do know how it is. We can make this work.”

Rafael’s eyes twinkled. “I’d really like that,” he murmured before lowering his mouth to yours. The kiss was interrupted by your phone buzzing angrily against Rafael’s nightstand and you dove to answer it. “Rollins, what’s up?”

**

“So you guys went from hookup to relationship in a weekend?” Amanda questioned as you two entered the squad room.

“I think so? We basically told each other we liked each other and are going to try to make things work,” you replied, running your hands through your hair. “Thanks for covering for me with Liv. I had to shower and get new clothes.”

“No problem. Couldn’t have Liv seeing you in clothes from Friday,” Amanda snickered. “But the sex - it was that good?”

“Amanda!” You chastised, approaching your desk. You grabbed her arm and pulled her in to whisper. “Toe-curling, mind blowing, couldn’t get enough.”

“Well, didn’t think Mr. ADA had it in him,” she quipped with a smirk. Amanda greeted Carisi and Fin before settling into her own desk.

You barely managed to sit when Liv called your name, asking you to come to her office.

***

The rest of your day was a blur, getting sent to talk to a prisoner at the Taconic Correctional Facility, to see if she would give up her pimp.

Many hours later, (part of which you and Carisi were stuck in rush hour traffic heading back downstate) you were back at your desk, finishing up paperwork. You rubbed your eyes tiredly.

“Y/N, go home. Finish tomorrow. Get some rest.” You looked up at Fin, who was packing up himself. “Or well as much rest as you can with that Cubano ADA,” he winked.

Your face turned beet red. “I am gonna murder Amanda,” you muttered in embarrassment. “‘Night, Fin,” you deadpanned.

You walked over to the break room and as you waited for your soda to come out, you texted Rafael.

[To: Rafael, 9:30 PM] You busy?

[From: Rafael, 9:31 PM] That would be an understatement.

You sighed. Your phone buzzed again.

[From: Rafael, 9:32 PM] Meet me at my office?

***

It didn’t take you long to get to 1 Hogan Place. You flashed your badge and told security you were there to see the ADA, and you were let through. As you headed down the corridor, you saw the light peeking through from Rafael’s office. You rapped softly on the door before poking your head in. “Hey.”

Rafael smiled when he saw you. “You’re a sight for sore eyes detective.” He put down his pen, and stood. You took the sight of him in - jacket and vest off, tie undone and his sleeves rolled up. His perfectly coiffed hair was a bit tussled - probably from running his hands through it while working. You were a bit taken aback by his attractiveness.

Rafael approached you, wrapping an arm around your waist. He used his free hand to brush your hair out of your face. “Heard you were upstate.”

“You’ve got eyes and ears on me, counselor?” You teased. You ran your fingers under one of his suspenders. You pulled on it and snapped it.

“I was with Liv earlier,” Rafael clarified.

You pressed a small kiss against his lips. “I think the whole squad knows about us. Or well, about our weekend interlude.”

“Well,” Rafael sighed, leading you to the couch, “I might have also mentioned it to Liv.”

You stiffened. “What? Why?”

Rafael saw the invisible wall come up. “She’s my friend,” he reminded you gently. “She also might have been aware of how I felt about you,” he confessed.

You pursed your lips. “I wasn’t ready for that.”

“I didn’t want there to be anything - any roadblocks standing in our way. I want to make this work.” Seeing your crestfallen look, he took a deep breath. “I should have cleared with you. I’m sorry.”

You nodded, straddling Rafael’s lap. His intentions were well placed. You knew you’d have to tell Liv anyway. “What did she say?” you inquired.

“She wished us well. She said I deserve to be happy. Said it was about time that I made a move.”

“That’s rich,” you chuckled. “If only she knew...wait you didn’t tell her how?” Your face flushed, mortified.

“Cariño, please give me some credit,” Rafael replied.

“Good,” you quipped before lowering your head to kiss Rafael. Rafael’s lips met your yours, his tongue begging for permission to enter. You moaned softly, allowing his tongue to sweep against yours. Rafael ran his hands over your parted thighs before settling on your behind. Rafael gave your ass a squeeze.

“Oh God,” you moaned against his lips.

“I know,” Rafael teased.

“Cocky bastard,” you teased back.

Rafael ground you against his lap, and you could feel his erection through his pants. “What’s that about cocky detective?” He murmured, nibbling your neck.

You giggled, and pushed Rafael onto the couch. Moving to stand, you looked at the door. “Does the door lock?”

[FIN]

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The Word of Your Body, Pt. 4

Reader x Rafael. Dangerously smutty - like smut galore. Totally NSFW. But y’all already knew that, right?

**

Tagging: @madpanda75 @dreila03 @sass-and-suspenders @glimmerglittergirl @imtherealriodallas - anyone else, just ask!

**

Inspired prompt from @nobodys-baby-now: “It’s always: ‘I need this warrant, Barba’, ‘I need that subpoena, Barba’. Never ‘How are you, Barba?’, ‘Have a nice day, Barba’. Carajos malagradecidos.”

***

Your limbs were tangled with Rafael’s. Sweat glistened off your bodies. You laid your head on his chest, stroking his chest hair absentmindedly.

“That was a lot fun counselor,” you murmured sleepily, placing a chaste kiss by his nipple. After you had both confessed your feelings to each other, Rafael took you back to bed where you spent the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon exploring each other’s bodies.

“Have I worn you out detective? Hmmm, I was just getting started.” Rafael replied cheekily.

You sat up slightly to look at Rafael, an eyebrow raised. “Oh, really now?” You opened your mouth but your stomach interrupted by growling loudly.

“I don’t think we’ve eaten at all today,” you realized, sitting up. You placed your hands on your stomach.

“Au contraire, mi amor,” Rafael winked. “I have. Plenty.”

You turned bright pink and burrowed your face in your hands. “You’re incorrigible, Raf.”

Rafael guffawed, climbing out of bed, reaching for his boxers. You took in his full body, trying to burn it to memory. You climbed out of bed, also slipping your underwear back on. One of Rafael’s shirts was hanging over a chair. You took and threw it on, only buttoning a few.

Rafael looked at you and smiled. He offered his hand, “Ven,” he motioned with his head towards the kitchen.

***

You were laughing so hard, you were nearly doubled over, tears in your eyes. You gripped the coffee mug tightly as to not drop it.

“It’s always: ‘I need this warrant, Barba’, ‘I need that subpoena, Barba’. Never ‘How are you, Barba?’, ‘Have a nice day, Barba’. Carajos malagradecidos,” Rafael stated, half joking, half serious.

“Surely you can’t mean me,” you replied in mock horror, before taking the final bite of your bagel. “I was always nice to you,” you chewed thoughtfully.

“Nice,” Rafael air quoted, teasing.

“I am very nice,” you replied. “I didn’t hear any complaints earlier. I thought I was extremely nice.” Standing you put your dish and mug in the sink before walking over to Rafael, sitting on his lap. You wrapped your one arm around him, using the other to stroke his hair.

Rafael dipped his face and pulled you into a kiss. You sighed in content, returning the kiss. You gently sucked on his bottom lip, giving it a quick nip. You could feel his erection against your belly, and instantly a fire built in your belly, your loins aching. You shifted your seat, and reached down into his boxers freeing his erection. A bead of pre-cum oozed from the tip. Enclosing him in your hand, you ran your thumb over the head of his cock, smearing his cum onto your finger. Breaking the kiss, you looked into Rafael’s eyes and sucked on your thumb.

Rafael’s eyes darkened. “And you said I was incorrigible?”

You batted your eyes, giving him a playful doe-eyed look. “Yum.” Before Rafael could open his mouth, you leaped off his lap, and facing him, undid two buttons of the dress shirt you were wearing.

“Maybe, just maybe, you’re right, guapo. No puedo conseguir bastante de ti,” you replied lustfully.

“You speak Spanish?” Rafael asked incredulously.

“That’s what you took away from that?” you replied exasperatedly, throwing your arms in the air.

Rafael let out a small chuckle, now standing. He stripped his boxers, walking towards you, his erection free, unashamedly. “Or perhaps this?”

You smirked and began walking backwards towards Rafael’s bedroom, unbuttoning the rest of the shirt slowly. Another button undone. And then another. And another. Rafael caught up with you and pinched a cheek causing you to yelp.

The two of you made it back to his bedroom. You both landed in a heap on his bed. The sheets and room smelled of sex and a mix of your perfume and Rafael’s cologne.

You let yourself get lost in the sensation of Rafael’s body on yours. Your stomach fluttered as he made his way down your body, to the apex of your thighs. You spread your legs wantonly and without abandon. You were sopping wet in pleasure. Rafael hummed as he began lapping and licking in between your folds. The vibration caused you to groan, and you cupped your breasts, your fingers tugging on your nipples. “Oh Rafaaaeeel,” you moaned stretching out his name.

You propped yourself up on your elbows so you could get a better look of him in between your legs. Rafael looked up, meeting your eyes. “Don’t stop,” you half whispered/half moaned. Rafael shook his head, causing you to writhe against his face.

One finger slipped in. Then another. Rafael placed kisses along your thigh, as his fingers pumped in and out of you. You grasped at the sheets haphazardly as your orgasm built. Rafael curled his fingers, finding your sweet spot. “Fuck!” you cried out as your orgasm spilled over you.

Rafael slowed his ministrations as you came down from your high. “Wow,” you sighed contentedly. Rafael smirked, standing, and made a big show of sucking on his fingers.

“All fours,” he ordered and you quickly complied. “Don’t you want me to —“ you asked before moaning, feeling Rafael enter you. “Yes,” Rafael hissed, his hips snapping, burying into you. He began to thrust into you, the rhythmic sound of skin on skin filled the room.

“Oh God, Rafael, fuck you feel so good,” you crooned.

Barba thrusted harder, smacking your ass with each thrust. “You feel so good,” he crooned. You moaned in pleasure. He wrapped a hand in your hair and tugged, hard.

“Harder, papi,” you encouraged lasciviously. Rafael thrusted harder into you. Your legs quivered and you collapsed onto your front. It felt as if Rafael’s thrusts were driving you into the bed.

“I am going to...” Rafael warned, his thrusts becoming more frantic.

You bite your lip, trying to keep yourself from screaming. Rafael pulled you back up, so your back was fully against his chest. Rafael was on his sitting back on his heels while you bounced on his cock. Rafael reached down rubbed you to your second climax.

“Rafael fuck, I am going to cum...” you babble incoherently. “Cum cariño,” Rafael ordered. You wailed Rafael’s name.

Y/N!” shouted Rafael soon after, stiffening behind you as he reached his own climax.

Rafael placed kisses along your neck, before brushing his lips against yours. It wasn’t long after that you were both asleep in each others arms once more.

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