So what's the wildest thing that's true in the Law and Order universe (and just actual L&O, not stuff like which detectives are also on Sesame Street)?
My favorite weird fact is that Detective Stabler punched an astronaut.
warning: minors dni, fingering, oral (f receiving), brat behaviour (if you squint), OC
Rafael Barba was devoted to his work. It was something Céline admired but hated at the same time. It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon, and most people were outside, enjoying themselves. But, here she was, at One Hogan Place, bored and frustrated (even though it was her choice to tag along).
His gaze bounced from file to file, digging for the slightest opening that would allow him to tear down the defense, and then there was Céline, pushing around his coffee cup to get his attention.
“Cariño, no.”
“But I’m bored, Rafi,” Céline whined with a pout, batting her eyelashes.
Her twinkling doe-like gaze made Rafael swallow hard. It was a tactic that usually worked so easily – the last time she made this face, he called in sick – but, this time, his focus remained unshakeable. “And, if I recall correctly, you promised to behave,” he hummed, shifting through the photos of the crime scene.
Céline huffed, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind. “Then I’d like to add one condition.”
“And that is?”
“I want you to touch me, that’s all I ask.”
“Querida, you know that’s a lie.” The look Rafael gave her made Céline grin, knowing how each time she innocently asked for something simple, it always led to Rafael ruining his suit and rescheduling whatever he had planned.
“Just your left hand, hermoso, and I'll let you work.”
The pet name made the corner of his lips twitch. “Fine,” he conceded, undoing the cuff of his left hand, rolling the sleeve up. Who was he to deny her, well, anything?
Excited, Céline quickly cleared a small portion of his desk and sat on it, hoisting her skirt up, her legs spreading so naturally. Rafael felt breathless when he saw that she was bare, her slit already glistening.
“You were never planning on behaving, were you?”
“This is me behaving,” she said, pecking his lips playfully.
A soft moan left her lips as she watched him coat his fingers with his spit before slowly plunging them into her cunt – he groaned at how easily they slipped inside her. She shuddered at the sensation, his fingers pumping in and out of her while his thumb circled her clit, bringing her tad bit closer to the high she seeked.
Eventually, Rafael’s focus completely shifted, zeroing in on the DD5 he was reading. His thumb no longer working, his fingers gradually slowing down. Howcer, his focus was back on Céline when he felt her hands on his wrist, trying to fuck herself with his hand. Nothing coherent came out of her mouth, just a string of whines and broken sobs, unshed tears in her eyes.
Rafael was entranced by the sight, his pen dropping from his grip, his cock twitching. He took his hand away, making Céline babble incoherently as she tried to put his fingers back inside, but he swallowed all of her sounds by kissing her, gently pushing her down. His hand caressed the curve of her neck before squeezing her tender breast, eliciting a loud moan from her.
A string of saliva connected them as he pulled away and her eyes were glassy, completely dark with arousal. She was far too gone to even form a thought. He gave her a crooked smile as his hands spread her legs further apart, his face inching towards her core. Her heart hammered against her ribcage with anticipation.
Rafael decided to punish her for a bit, peppering the insides of her thighs with fluttering kisses, nipping at the soft skin. Her hand found purchase on his hair, trying to bring his mouth to her cunt. When he felt her trembling, a string of cum dripping down to the desk, he finally gave her one long lick, lapping up her juices. Her choked cry echoed loudly in his office, her thighs squeezing his head. Pushing in his fingers at the same time he caught her clit between his teeth, tugging, her back arched as she pulled on his hair..
He sucked on her clit, curling his fingers, brushing against that spot. Céline saw stars, her ears ringing, as she began to beg. “O-Oh my god, R-Rafi. Pleasepleasepleaseplease.”
“Please what, cariño” Rafael asked, his warm breath fanning against her sensitive, swollen clit. “Use your words. Tell me what you want, querida.”
“Please, let me cum. I promise to behave. Please, let me cum. Please.”
“Good girl.”
Céline felt the knot in her stomach tightening at the wet suction of Rafael’s mouth and his fingers stretching her, bullying that spot again and again. She clenched around his fingers, hips rocking against his hand, and she felt him smile against her cunt, sliding a third finger, chasing the air out of her lungs.
At that moment, Rafael couldn’t bring himself to care that some of the files were ruined with her tears, drool and arousal. All he could hear was their erratic heartbeats, the sinful sounds her wet cunt made each time he moved his fingers, and all he could see was Céline, completely at his mercy.
When the knot in her stomach finally snapped, her eyes rolled back into her head. Another broken cry left her lips as she convulsed, tears streaming down her face and onto the pile of documents.
As he stared at her shaking form, her blond hair spread like a halo, her cheeks a soft shade of pink, she looked so devilishly angelic. There she laid on his desk, completely ruined, while he, too, was ruined, for his sharp mind could only think of the ways he could have her begging for more. But he contented himself with licking her clean, his hands forcing her legs open whenever she tried to close them.
“I love you, querida, but you’re banned from coming into the office with me from now on,” Rafael said as he carried her to the couch, gently laying her down.
A crooked smile spread on her face. “Fair enough.” She didn’t refute the ban knowing that she could have it revoked whenever she wanted. Before he could leave, she caught him by his tie and tugged him downwards, catching his bottom lip with her teeth before kissing him. Tasting herself on his lips made her insides coil, but she released him with a simple peck on the lips. “Have fun,” she whispered coyly, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
It was only when Céline fell asleep, a blanket draped over her, that Rafael was able to pick up his pen again. But as he stared at his legal pad, trying to read what he had jotted down, all he could think of was the taste of her cum on his tongue.
