Rafael Barba Imagine (Extra 3)
Warning: Mature content ahead.
“(Y/N).” your head lifted at Liv’s call. “Yes boss!” you answered. You cursed mentally. She probably caught you staring at Barba again. When she noticed where your eyes were trained previously she smiled. “I know it may be hard to focus now.” you just looked down bashfully.
A few months passed after his not so subtle announcement that the both of you were dating. Everything seemed easier now. Barba still got jealous sometimes, which was cute. He’d given a death glare to any man that stared at you too long. And he even formed a sort of bond with Nick, which was weird because it felt like the both of them were batting guys away from you left and right. You should have expected as much.
Liv handed you a file to look over, telling you to chase down a possible lead. You took it, following Nick to go and question a potential suspect.
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When you got back it was maybe around lunch. The lead fell through. It just led you to another dead end. You slumped in your seat, watching the box of Chinese on your desk. You separated the chopsticks, taking the box and opening it as you started to eat. Your feet twisted on the ground absentmindedly, eventually you were facing Barba’s office. His blinds were open and he was nibbling on a pen, eyes fixed on a document.
Of what you couldn’t really tell. You bit at the wooden chopsticks, wishing you could taste the sweetness that Barba’s tongue provided rather than the roughness of the wood presently in your mouth. Lately all you could think about was Barba. Which wasn’t exactly strange since you were in a relationship.
But your mind always drifted to something sexual, the familiar tinge between your legs appearing. A soft breath escaped as you tried to get rid of the feeling. This was the last place you wanted to get worked up in. You weren’t sure if he was a mind reader, but his eyes lifted and your breath hitched at the look in his eyes. If you didn’t know any better you would have sworn he was thinking the same exact thing. The intensity of his eyes, even from all the way across the room you could feel the electricity. It made your body shiver. You forced yourself to look away, crossing your legs to dull the sensation that rose.
You needed a distraction, just settling for eating the remainder of your noodles. You could still feel his eyes, it triggered something in your body. Something you tried your hardest to ignore.
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“Drinks tonight! On me.” Liv called. Amanda was the first to get out of her seat. Carisi wasn’t too far behind. Pretty soon everyone was piling to leave in the elevator. You joined them, squeezing in next to Amanda. She grinned at you. “Finally joining us, I thought you would bail out.” you shook your head.
“I could use a drink.” She didn’t question you, which was a surprise. She just seemed happy that you were coming. The doors started to close, but right before it could shut completely a hand stopped it. It reopened and Barba came into view.
“Room for one more?” Liv shifted to give him some room. “ Sure counselor.” He glanced at you momentarily, before turning his back and pressing a button. Even with everyone in the small space, you could feel the unspoken tension. Amanda and the others were chatting as usual, but you were more focused on a certain district attorney’s butt. You nibbled on your lower lip, unable to tear your eyes away. An onslaught of images appearing in your mind.
The elevator dinged and your shoulders tensed, hoping no one noticed what you’d shamelessly been gazing at. Everyone filed out and you followed. You didn’t mean to, but you really couldn’t talk to Barba with the thoughts running through your mind. So you striked up a conversation with Amanda, luckily Carisi was talking Barba’s ear off.
When you all arrived you took a seat to the back. All of you were mixed in together, chatting and updating each other on what’s new in each other’s personal lives. You made sure not to take a seat next to Barba, and you hoped he didn’t notice. He ended up sitting in the middle of Nick and Carisi. Both men kept him more than occupied. You didn’t drink that much, just one cup that you couldn’t even finish. Barba was on his first glass too. He just sipped at it slowly. You tried and failed not to stare at him. Every time he caught your eyes you’d avert your attention elsewhere.
A little after one, everyone started turning in. Each bidding goodbye as they left. Pretty soon it was just you and Barba. Now the atmosphere was tense. You didn’t know what to say and Barba didn’t say anything, just studied your silence. He was looking as if trying to figure out why you were suddenly uncomfortable. You couldn’t stand it so you did the next best thing.
“Well, I think I’ll turn in too.” you raised, faking a yawn. You were going to bail out of there quick.
“Let me drop you home. “ he offered. You were afraid he was going to say that. Damn him and his need to make sure you got home safe. You just accepted, if you denied he would surely know something was up. He slipped on his coat, helping you into yours as he guided you out the bar. You hailed a taxi, jumping in the back.
Barba slipped in right next to you. You tried to make it less obvious that you were attempting to keep as much space between the both of you as possible. The ride was quiet, you kept your gaze out the window, watching the bright signs and huge buildings in hopes it would keep your hormones under control.
The taxi came to a stop and you paid the driver, stepping out after Barba. He walked you up the stairs, to your door. You took the keys out of your pocket, about to slide it in when you felt Barba’s hand pressed to the door. He leaned into you from behind and you shuddered. “So, are you going to tell me why you’ve been acting so strange all day, or do I have to coax it out of you..” he whispered into your ear. Your hands were shaking now, all the previous scenarios in your head rushing back to you. You willed yourself to open the door, stepping in. Barba followed in, locking the door behind him.
When you were inside you shifted on your feet, standing a good distance apart.
“(Y/N).” he called. Your eyes shot up. Now he was worried, you could tell.
“If I did something you aren’t comfortable with just tell me and I’ll-”
“That’s not it.” you interrupted. He was completely baffled now. You picked at your nails, wondering how to phrase this. How were you supposed to tell him that you’d been freaking horny for him for the past week but you were a virgin so you were terrified to make a move.
“(Y/N), just tell me. I’m sure it can’t be as bad as you’re making it seem.” He stepped closer and your willpower broke. You pitched forward, giving him an earth shattering kiss. Barba groaned at the back of his throat, hands moving to steady himself against you. When he regained his footing he was astonished at how demanding your kisses were. Your hands were on his cheeks, hips pressed flush against him. You pulled back after a few hot moments reluctantly. You were panting, and Barba’s breathing wasn’t any better.
“I..I have no idea what I did to deserve that.” he panted out. You giggled, your previous fear fading slightly. When you caught your breath again you could see the darken of his emerald eyes. You worked up every bit of courage you could.
“Barba I..I really want you..” you breathed. You said it, finally. You weren’t sure it was possible but his eyes got darker. “But I..” you pulled out of his arms, wrapping your arms around your form self consciously.
Say it, just say it! “I’m a virgin!” you practically yelled. His eyes opened a small fraction, clearly not expecting that. That’s what you were afraid of. You were scared he would reject you because you lacked experience, or solely cause he didn’t want to bed a virgin. All those thoughts started piling into your head.
Before you could get ahead of yourself Barba took your hands softly. You were startled at the loving look in his eyes. A look he never really showed to anyone. No one but you. “(Y/N), I don’t really care how many people you’ve been with. I won’t lie, I’m a bit surprised at your confession. If you don’t feel comfortable we can wait until you’re ready. I’d never rush you into any-”
“No I want to!” you exclaimed. You blushed when you realized you shouted.
“I thought you wouldn’t want to if you found out, s-so I’ve been trying to distract myself all day. I was keeping you at arms length because I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I wanted to touch you Rafael..” He took a deep breath.
“I see..”
“If you don’t want to, I understand, I-I just thought I should be honest about it.” you mumbled out. Now that everything was out in the open you felt relieved. Barba stepped closer, removing his jacket. He dropped his briefcase onto the floor and you looked up at the shine that returned into his eyes.
“I assure you that I want this as well. “ You gulped. This is what you wanted. You took his hand, guiding him into your room. When you walked in you turned back to Barba. “I have no idea what to do.” you admitted with a laugh. He smiled at you.
“It’s a good thing I’m here then.” He loosened his tie, pulling it skillfully out of the collar of his shirt. Piece by piece he started shedding his clothing. The less he had on the more heat rushed between your legs. It took you a while to realize that you should have been doing the same. You started striping a bit hurriedly and Barba laughed at your eagerness. You got out of your outfit easily, now just standing in your bra and panties.
Barba was just in his slacks, his shoes and socks long abandoned. You lowered unto the bed a bit nervously, head sinking into the pillow. Barba climbed unto the bed, towering over you.
“If you want to stop just tell me and we can immediately. “ his assurance was not needed but very much appreciated. You were glad that he was the type of person with so much understanding, you knew Barba would never force you into anything. Another thing you loved about him. “I won’t.” you muttered. He smirked at that, closing the distance between you.
You sank deeper into the bed at his added weight. The feel of his chest pressed firmly to your own was so amazing. The kiss was slow, sensual. Your legs hooked themselves around his waist and you gasped when he grinded into you. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips. Your legs shifted, accidentally nudging Barba between his legs. He pulled back with a sharp hiss and you visibly panicked.
“C-Crap did I do something wrong!” He shook his head with a deep laugh. He leaned back in and you were shocked at his member that was now poking you. “W-We were just kissing..” you said in disbelief. You didn’t think he’d be that turned on just from a kiss. His mouth kept leaving small wet kisses on your neck, going up to your ear. You were so preoccupied with his kisses that you didn’t see his hand moving south. You jerked when you felt his hand slip into your underwear. He pulled them off your hips, sliding them down your legs.
You wanted to free yourself of your bra, so you lifted, unhooking the clasp and flinging it across the room. Barba started laughing again and you returned to your previous spot. He admired your bust. One hand cupped your right breast and the other went back between your legs.
“Shit..” you muttered. His fingers stroked you, admiring the wetness that coated your thighs. When his finger slid in you almost came right there and then. You couldn’t believe you starved yourself of such pleasure all these years. Although, in the back of your mind you were glad Barba turned out to be your first.
He added another finger, pumping in and out of you. You bucked, trying to match his pace, desperate for release. Barba’s fingers were working magic, hitting your spot every time. It wasn’t long before your walls were clenching around his fingers. Your body tensed for a second, before you released with a cry of pleasure. You were gripping into his arms, breathing coming in quickly. Barba removed his fingers, tongue darting out to lick his wet digits clean. You watched him lustfully, biting down so hard on your lip you were shocked it didn’t bleed.
He kicked off his pants easily, his boxers following not far behind. You held back a giggle at the way he seemed eager now. His eyes reconnected with yours and you smiled. He mirrored your expression. “If you want to stop we can a-” you bucked into him, effectively silencing him. He growled lowly.
“I want this Rafael, I want you.” That was all the consent he needed. He lined himself up, giving you one last look before he started pushing in. You weren’t gonna lie, it hurt like a bitch. The fact that he was considerably well endowed probably didn’t help. You held unto his biceps, trying to distract yourself from the pain. Against your will tears pricked at the corner of your eyes. Barba leaned down, pressing kisses on your cheek. “I know…” his voice sounded strained. After a few more seconds Barba was completely sheathed inside you. He was breathing a bit heavily. Your head turned, adjusting to his size.
“A-Are you okay?” you whispered. His breathing was starting to concern you. He forced out a chuckle. “I-I’m fine..y-you’re just really..” he paused for a second. “Tight.” he concluded. You flushed.
“M-Maybe it’s because you're so big.” you hummed. He twitched inside of you at the compliment and you gasped slightly. Barba smirked. “Sorry.” he blew into your ear. You had a feeling he wasn’t really sorry. Barba was still for a while, giving you sometime to get comfortable. He wanted you to enjoy this just as much as he would. You gave him a small kiss, nodding your head, and he started moving slowly. In and out. At first it felt so foreign, but after a while moans started slipping out. You were alarmed at the dirty sounds escaping your mouth. His pace picked up slightly when you started moving with him, begging for more. Your hands wrapped around his torso as he found a steady rhythm.
“R-Rafa..” you couldn’t even say his full name. He was grunting, breathing into your ear, whispering less than virtuous things to you. With every thrust of his hip you felt yourself getting closer to becoming undone. The sounds of both of your moans echoed, bouncing off the walls. You were pretty sure you were being obnoxiously loud, your neighbors could probably hear. You didn’t really care. With one strong thrust you came, body spasming like it did before. This time you actually screamed out your release as Barba’s seed spilled inside you. He gasped, mumbling something in Spanish.
You weren’t certain but it could have been a swear. He slumped against you and you felt the weight to be pleasant. He took a while, trying to recover and even out his breathing. You were doing the same. When he did he pulled out and you sighed. He fell down right beside you, pulling you into his side. You rested your head on his chest that was now slicked with sweat.
“That was...wow..” He stroked your hair, pleased that you were satisfied.
“That’s good,” he said, pressing a kiss into your hair. “Maybe we can explore some more positions in the future?” you urged. His hold tightened on your waist.
“Absolutely.”