#rafael barba x f!reader

[melk917]

We can do it in the pouring rain

Warnings: Making out, promises of future filth

Rating: M

Pairing: Rafael Barba x f!Reader

Summary: The heat finally breaks

Song Vibes: Gimme Shelter, The Rolling Stones

Notes: What? A fic? From me? Who am I?!

Honestly, this is the first time I've opened my personal computer since moving in May. This is rough, super under edited, and not my best work, but it is finished! And so here you go, only a few years gap between this and the last time I posted something from this series. Please let me know if there are any typos or errors!

Motivation and inspiration coming from a straight week of rain here in New York, peaking with the city flooding and all transport shutting down. It was charming here....

It had felt like New York was holding its breath for days—that sort of late August heat that lays heavy on the city. It was thick, swollen, and hot, the only relief coming from the rush of air as the subway charged past the platform. No matter what you did, sweat poured off of you. Going anywhere, moving at all really, was too much. It left you exhausted and irritable. You were ready to start sacrificing to the gods if the infernal heat would just break. Surely it was close? The air was so thick, you swore you could feel it pass over your skin as you walked, like the cling of a damp curtain in the shower, irritating but determined.

Even sitting inside at the bar at Forlini’s, you felt like you were melting, sweat making your thighs stick to the cracked leather of the stool. The A/C unit above the door groaned and wheezed, rattling away in vain as it struggled to cool the restaurant. Despite its best efforts, sweat trickled down the back of your neck, dampening the back of your shirt and leaving you utterly miserable. 

Rafael, on the other hand, seemed perfectly composed. His only concession to the heat was to abandon his jacket and roll his sleeves. He had pulled his tie loose, but had yet to remove it completely. He wasn’t flushed. He wasn’t even sweating. You hated him just a little bit for it. Even more for the amused twist of his lips when you shifted again, fanning yourself with the menu.

“You doing ok over there?” He raised his eyebrows at you, humor laced through the question as you pressed your glass to your neck, hoping the ice in your drink would cool you down.

You leveled a glare at him. “You know, the A/C actually works in the apartment. We can even mix our own drinks there. And the shower has endless cold water.”

He scooted closer as more people filed in and pressed up against the bar next to him. You grunted in displeasure as he invaded your personal space and you could feel the body heat radiating off him in waves. He huffed in amusement and ducked forward to press a kiss behind your ear as he took your glass from your hand and placed it back on the counter. He stroked his thumb along the line of your neck, tracing the path left behind by the condensation on the glass. You tried to squirm away, but the sudden influx of patrons had him now almost flush against you with nowhere to go.

“There room for two in that shower if I promise to get you home now?” His voice was low and the brush of his breath across your skin had you shivering despite the heat.

You snorted and shoved at him lightly so you could get out, wincing when you had to practically peel yourself off the leather. “Stop sharing your infernal body heat with me and we’ll see.”

He lifted his eyes to nod at the bartender before pulling you the rest of the way to your feet. The press of bodies had gotten tighter and the next chime of the bell over the door brought with it the yelps and shrieks of people ducking inside and the thick smell of petrichor.

“Oh shit.”

Your heart sank at the view out the windows.The heat had finally broken, and broken spectacularly. You could hardly see the street through the curtain of water. A cloud burst, dumping without warning.

“Fuck we should go. Call a car. We don’t want to get stuck on this side of the bridge.”

He was a step ahead of you, already scrolling through the apps on his phone. You peered through the glass, watching water rush down Baxter Street, eddies and rivers running through the gutters.The rain was coming down so fast the city struggled to drain effectively. 

Behind you Rafael cursed softly, and when you turned, his eyebrows were almost in his hairline.

“$180 to Brooklyn,” he explained, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Shit.” You breathed out hard and bounced on your toes one, twice, three times. “Fuck it. Canal is right around the corner.”

Rafael’s head jerked up in surprise. His gazed dropped, eyeing your silk blouse and flats skeptically. “You really want to run for it?” He ran a nervous hand over his silk tie.

“Last time a storm broke this fast, people were stranded in Manhattan overnight. I’m not sleeping in your office.”

His lips parted and he looked for half a second like he was going to object. But then he was breathing out hard, popping open his briefcase to shove his jacket and tie inside. “Fine. But you’re dealing with the dry cleaning.”

“Run fast, and maybe you won’t have to worry about that,” you taunted back with a smirk and tugged the door open, ducking out in the street, Rafael right behind you.

You were immediately dumped on, assaulted by sheets and sheets of rain. It hit you like a slap across the face, cool and sharp, soaking your hair and clothes. The sheer volume of water made you gasp and curse. You took off down the street in the direction of the subway, Rafael at your heels, swearing and holding his briefcase over his head as a makeshift umbrella.

The Canal Street stop really was just around the corner, but it made no difference. The rainfall was so heavy that it obscured critical information until you were right in front of it: the construction materials and tape that was strung up across the entrance, blocking the stairs. This particular subway entrance was closed.

“Fuck!” you shouted, shading your eyes from the rain and casting around for Rafael, unable to see him through the fall of water. 

You were utterly saturated, your blouse soaked through and clinging tight to your body like saran wrap. Rafael wasn’t faring much better as he pulled up next to you, splashing his way along. Rain water was pouring off him, cascading down the sides of his face, over his chest. His shirt was plastered to his skin, white fabric gone transparent and clinging to the muscles of his chest, his arms. In another time and place, you would have appreciated the view. As it was, there were more pressing matters.

“What now?” Rafael was squinting, wiping at the water in his eyes as he pitched his voice to be heard above the rain.

Before you could open your mouth to answer, a cab drove by, tearing down the street at a speed that was highly inadvisable in the low visibility and kicking up a wave of water from the gutter, sending it crashing over both of you.

You stood frozen, eyes and mouth wide in shock. You expected a shout or a curse from Rafael, at least. Some threat against the universe for ruining his suit. But instead there was a long pause and you turned slowly to face him. He met your eyes, resembling a drowned rat more than anything else. He looked just as shocked as you, mouth gaping, holding his arms away from his sides as though it might keep the water off of him. He paused, chest expanding as he took a deep breath (for the tirade of curses against the rain, you assumed). But instead he threw his head back, laughing. Full, loud, and bright as the crack of lightning that flashed across the city skyline. And when he finally straightened up to look at you, he shook his head, water flying everywhere.

“We’re fucked!” You threw your arms in the air.

“I know!” he shouted back, grinning.

Your annoyance flared hot, and you wiped at your eyes angrily, cursing when you pulled your fingers away to see them smeared with mascara, the water catching on your eyelashes and making it run. He was still laughing, mirth loud enough to be audible over the rain.

 “What the hell are you so happy about?”

He raised an eyebrow at you and smirked. Your silk shirt was completely saturated with the rain water and plastered to your breasts, your nipples hard and obvious through the thin fabric. He dragged his gaze down your body and back with a significant look. 

You crossed your arms, frowning, shoulders hunched to hide from his leering with a glare. It did little to hide anything, just pushing them up further for him to appreciate. 

And he was undeterred by the dirty looks you threw in his direction, advancing on you slowly, a predatory sway to his step. You took half a step back and then another in a futile attempt to put space between you as he crowded close, advancing until your back hit something hard, the nearest building pulling you up short. Your breath caught, the rough brick snagging on the thin silk of your shirt, scratching at your back and pulling at your hair. His eyes flashed, triumphant as he leaned close. He dipped his chin to slowly drag the point of his nose along your neck, nuzzling. His breath was hot, the contrast with the cool rain making you shiver against him, a tiny flare of want pulsing low in your belly against your better judgment.

“Rafael.” You injected as much steel as you could in your voice, a warning. The insolent smile he gave you in response did not indicate success.

“This was your idea,” he reminded you, breath warm on your skin as he pressed an open-mouth kiss behind your ear.

You managed to swallow the small, pathetic whimper that threatened to slip out in response, even as your fingers curled into the sodden fabric of his shirt. Not shoving him away, but not pulling him close either.

“Not this idea,” you managed, voice going breathy when he pressed another kiss to the same spot, scraping his teeth against the sensitive skin this time. “Get your mind out of the gutter.”

He pulled back just far enough to meet your eyes, a single suggestive eyebrow inching up. “I think we just got everything out of the gutter.” 

You snorted in spite of yourself and he winked. The rain was still coming down in sheets, but he was catching the brunt of it now as he leaned over you, beating down on his back and shoulders, catching on the ends of his hair, dripping off his nose to fall on your cheeks as he pressed close.

“We need to get home,” you pointed out, but he only hummed in response, ducking back low to brush his lips over the shell of your ear. 

“No cab is going to take us if we’re soaked through,” you tried again, breath mingling with his as he turned, lips just grazing yours in a tease that made your breath catch and your fingers clench in his shirt. 

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re already soaked through.” His voice was a low, amused rumble as he pressed light kisses along your jaw, licking lightly at the rainwater that continued to run down from your hair.

He was right of course. His shirt was plastered to his torso, white fabric gone translucent. You shoved lightly at him till he leaned back, and you couldn’t help but drop your gaze to take in the shape of him. How the shirt molded to all the curves and angles of him, his biceps and pecs obvious, every minute twitch and flex clear. Heat flared in you unbidden, licking up your spine as he slipped his one hand under your shirt to splay across your low back. His modesty was only preserved by his undershirt or you were certain you’d see his nipples, conspicuous and dark, through the fabric. It was honestly a shame about the undershirt you thought, flattening your hands on his chest, swallowing the soft noise that threatened to slip out at the feel of his muscles shifting as he stroked your skin.

He smirked down at you, clearly following the path your thoughts had taken. You tweaked a nipple through his shirt in retaliation, and he jerked, grunting.

You went to repeat the motion and he grabbed your wrist, pressing it to the wall up next to your head. Want flared bright in you like the burst of lightning that cut through the sky. 

“This was your idea,” he reminded you, an amused twitch to his lips as he leaned down again, his breath ghosting across your skin.

You shivered then gasped as he scraped his teeth down your throat. “My idea was to take the train. This is not taking the train.”

He hummed, kissing his way back up your neck. “No. No, it’s not.”

“We should do that.”

“In a minute.” He ducked low to brush another kiss across your lips. Your breath caught in your throat as those long, clever fingers dipped under the waistband of your skirt, stroking. “We’re stuck here now. Might as well make the best of it.”

“And what’s that?” You slid your hands up his sides, feeling the solid shape of him through the shirt, the heat of him, before curling them in the sodden fabric and tugging him forward before he could answer. 

The thud of his brief case hitting the pavement was lost over the roar of the rain and he had you boxed you in, one forearm pressed into the brick next to your head as he used the other to cradle your jaw in a firm grip, tilting your head as he dipped down to press his lips to yours.

The kiss was feather light, in contrast to your urgent tugging, warm rain running across your lips as he met yours with quick, barely there presses, teasing. You could feel the flex of his chest under your palms, the solid weight of him, and you tugged more insistently, chasing his mouth.

He laughed (the bastard), his breath brushing hot across your lips. “I thought you wanted to head to the train?” he murmured against your mouth in between kisses.

You pulled back enough to glare at him and slid both hands into his wet hair in retaliation, gripping tight and pulling him back down to you to kiss him hard. You felt the rumble of his answering groan where his chest was pressed firm against yours as he fought you for control of the kiss, working his tongue against the seam of your lips until you parted them, gasping, and he licked into your mouth, swallowing the soft, needy sound that bubbled up unbidden.

The kiss was hot, like the press of the August heat, and burned pleasantly as you chased the last of the whiskey he drank earlier. Moaning, you curled your hands over his biceps to haul him closer, opening up to him. Water was dripping down his face from his hair in rivulets, pooling in his collarbone under his shirt. 

His hands skated down your sides to grasp your hips, your thighs. He scraped his teeth down your neck and you gasped, arching to press into his hold and chase that urgent electricity that raced down your spine to pool in your stomach. He took advantage, licking lightly at the rainwater that was pooling in your collar bone before applying lips and tongue to the thin skin at the base of your throat, working until he could feel the heat of your blood rushing to the surface, leaving a mark, dark and obvious against your skin. The pain of bursting vessels had you gasping, fingers digging into his biceps as you rolled your hips forward, heat flaring between your legs as he marked you up.

He groaned as you rolled your hips again, firm against his, the hard line of his cock obvious through his soaked pants. It was impossible to differentiate where the heat was coming from now, his whole body throwing it off in waves like a furnace. With an urgent noise, he hauled you closer, tugging your leg up and wide until the two of you slotted together perfectly. He rocked against you, grinding his cock along the line of your hip, and dipped his head further, ducking down so he could pull the open collar of your shirt aside with his teeth and lick at the curve of your breasts, chasing the rain as it traced a stream in the valley between. The water made them glisten, and he couldn’t help it, applying lips and teeth and tongue to every inch of soft flesh he could reach.

Both of you had forgotten the rain at this point. Nothing registered other than the press of your bodies together and the fervor you’re stoking between the two of you. You were so caught up in him, his mouth on your breasts, his cock hard against your hip, loving how every tug on his hair made him lose focus and rut against you. In retaliation, or maybe just blind need, Rafa slid his hand down your thigh and back up under your sodden skirt, fingers brushing against your soaked panties, groaning at the slick heat of you.

A sharp wolf-whistle cut through the sound of the rain and your lust, a group of teenagers running past on the sidewalk, their shouts and encouragement breaking the spell you had spun between the two of you. 

Rafa pulled back so fast, you almost fell over, his face flushing bright red as he cast around for the voyeurs. You reached up to cup his face, turning him back to you and grinned as he used the hand he had just had up your skirt to push his soaked hair back from his face.

“Maybe now it’s time we headed to the train,” he suggested, more than a little abashed.

You dropped a significant look at his crotch, the soaked fabric of his pants clinging to his cock and making his arousal painfully obvious. “I think you might get arrested for indecent exposure with that, counselor.”

He followed your gaze and huffed a laugh, cheeks bright red. He shifted from foot to foot and tried to pull his slacks away, but to no avail. Finally, he picked his briefcase up off the ground and held it in front of the issue, giving you a small, triumphant grin. He held out his other hand and squeezed when you laced your fingers together.

“Come on." You grinned at him through the rain. "Let’s get home and you can fuck me in the shower. I’ll even keep my clothes on to keep the fantasy alive.”

Rafa snorted and used your joint hands to pull you close so he could lean in and kiss you, quick and full of promise. 

“Ok, but I’m taking mine off. I’d like to at least keep the illusion that this suit can be saved.”

You rolled your eyes at him, but laughed at the serious look on his face. “Whatever you want, dear.”

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Law & Order: SVU

Rafael Barba

Imagines

PSA: these writings ARE NOT MINE. This is a list of fanfiction I have read during august and sept. All credit goes to the original and rightful writers

* - smut ^ - angst • - fluff

Masterlist

*oral skills

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Law & Order: SVU Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rafael Barba/Reader, Rafael Barba/You, Rafael Barba/f!reader, Rafael Barba/Female Reader Characters: Rafael Barba, Reader, You, F!reader Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, except theres accidentally a little plot, Smut, Porn, Porn with Feelings, PWP, Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Getting Back Together, Daddy Kink, just a lil bit, Sex, its just smut folks Summary:

Much to your surprise, Rafael Barba is back in New York. Fuck, he still looked good.

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12 Steps to Love: Step 7 - Ask a Higher Power to Remove Your Shortcomings

Rafael Barba x Reader. CW: NSFW for smut, obscene language, addiction talk (alcoholism), minor physical altercation, and that bitch (IYKYK).

AN: HBD to me! So I am giving y'all a present instead. That present, is smut (under the cut).

The next morning you woke up to an empty bed. You scanned the room, the entire apartment quiet. You wrapped the bed sheet around you as you explored the apartment. “Rafael?” you called out to no response. Your hand trailed along the wall as you headed into the kitchen. There was a note on the counter from Rafael stating he went to pick up breakfast and his suits from the cleaners. You smiled to yourself, feeling perfectly content. 

After your shower, you decided to rifle through Rafael’s cabinet and sure enough you found a new unused toothbrush. You brushed your teeth as you then looked through his drawers to find something to wear. You crouched to the bottom drawer and to your surprise, you found a pair of jeans that you must have left behind. You grabbed one of Rafael’s many (albeit faded) Harvard t-shirts and brought it to your face, inhaling the scent deeply. You were in the middle of putting it over your head when there was banging at the door. You furrowed your brow and made your way over. Your hair left a trail of water droplets as your feet padded along the floor.

The banging continued and you huffed to yourself. “I’m coming, hold your horses!” You undid the lock and the chain on the door before swinging the door wide open.

You let out a gasp. It was Yelina. 

Yelina scoffed with an eye roll as she took in the sight of you. You took the sight of her in - she was dressed casually, no makeup. You could see the redness in her eyes and the dark under eye bags and you quickly deduced she had been crying.

You awkwardly turned towards the apartment. “Look, um, Rafi’s not here…” your voice trailed.

“It didn’t occur to me on my way over that you’d be here, but of course you’re here,” Yelina spat. Her voice is bitter, dripping with disdain. Her eyes narrowed. “Are those my jeans?”

You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. It didn’t occur to you that they would have been anyone else’s but yours. 

Yelina held up a hand. “Don’t answer that. Keep them. I wouldn’t want them back. Not after you stretched them out anyway.”

You were still too stunned to speak. 

“What Rafi and I had… I finally got a second chance with him,” Yelina continued, pushing past you and making her way into the apartment. You look around awkwardly and then decide to use the small ceramic bust of José Martí that Rafael had to keep the door propped open.

“I wondered what I did wrong to deserve this. Then I realized the only ones to blame are you two.”

You took a deep breath and prayed like hell, your voice wasn’t going to shake. “You know, Rafi told me all about you. And that when he was with you, he imagined it was me who was with him. Look, I get why you’re being such a bitch. You obviously love him and you think you’re gonna get him back. But the thing is, he outgrew you.”

“Bullshit. After he dumped your sorry ass, he came to me. I can’t pretend that I am over him, cuz I am not,” Yelina replied, her voice dripping with acerbity. “You think you’ve got him all figured out. Well, let me tell you something—“

You crossed your arms and jutted your chin. “I’ll worry about that the next time I fuck him.” 

What happened next came off as slo-mo - Yelina’s hand swung out and connected with your face. Your face felt hot from the impact of the slap. You immediately reached for your cheek. Your skin stung and you flexed your jaw. 

And without so much as a second thought, you clenched your fist and crooked your arm back before popping Yelina directly in the face. She let out a cry of pain and stumbled backwards. She brought her hand to her face and shrieked in horror. “I’m bleeding! Holy shit! Did you break my nose?”

It was that moment Rafael walked in, carrying flowers and a bag of food. “Yelina?” He looked at you and then her. “What is going on? What are you doing here?”

You and Yelina both turned towards Rafael.  Because she was standing next to you, some of her hair whipped you in the face. You sputtered and wiped your hands over your face repeatedly.

“Are you bleeding? Are you okay?” Rafael rushed to Yelina’s side. Rafael turned to you. “Did you hit her?”

Yelina moved her hand from her face, blood dripping down from her nose. “Rafi! The stupid pendeja punched me!”

“Hey! You slapped me first!” You yelled defensively.

Rafael looked at the two of you, completely stunned. He shook his head, recovering. “Yelina, don’t ever say that!” he scolded before continuing. “She’s not a pendeja. Did you slap her?”

“You asked me to bring you your stuff. And as much as that hurt, I did.” Yelina sniffled. She dropped the bag without care and some of the contents spilled out - mostly toiletries, but also some other items, like a few ties. But your eyes were immediately drawn to the gold strip of condoms. “Guapo, is there somewhere we could talk privately?”

Rafael let out a sigh; he didn’t miss how Yelina didn’t answer his question about hitting you. “Siéntate, por favor. Let me get some ice for your nose.”

Yelina turned to look at you, scoffed, and then made her way to the couch. Rafael approached you. He lifted your face with his finger and pushed away some hair, tucking it behind your ears. “Are you okay?”

You felt your cheeks grow hot and your eyes welled up. The skin where you were slapped was sore. “I am. But I am not gonna sugarcoat it. I could use a drink. Or ten.”

Rafael frowned. “I understand. Let’s talk about that once I deal with Yelina, okay? Go wait for me in the bedroom.”

You nodded. “Okay,” you replied quietly. Rafael pressed a kiss to your forehead. You watched as Rafael made his way to the kitchen. 

Your chest felt tight and panic bubbled under the surface. You took a deep breath and then walked over to pick up the bag Yelina dropped. You threw everything back haphazardly. When you got to the condoms, you stared at them. Your mind briefly imagined Rafael and Yelina together and you shuddered before shoving the condoms back in the bag. 

With a sigh of your own, you headed to the bedroom. You scrolled through your various social media apps waiting for Rafael to return. When he did, he himself looked agitated.

“Is everything okay?”

Rafael nodded, rubbing his chin. “I sent her home in a cab. She is not taking the breakup well. But I made it very clear that in no uncertain terms that she and I are not getting back together. And I managed to convince her to not press charges.”

You sat up straighter, your anger increasing. “Excuse me? She is the one who came here and hit me. I just reacted in response. Self defense if you will.”

Rafael gave you a pointed look. “It’s over. And I am glad I got here when I did. Are you okay? Do you want to file charges? I can call one of the detectives…”

You shook your head. “No you’re right. It’s done. It’s over. I don’t want to make it more messy than it needs to be. In working step 7, I need to be conscientious of avoiding sources of temptation that threaten my sobriety.”

Rafael gave you a look. “Temptation?”

You laughed. “You sir are a good kind of temptation. You give me orgasms and keep me humble. I mean more, just trash that threatens my sobriety… like her. I don’t want this to set me back.”

Rafael nodded. “Of course. Also glad to know I am a temptation.”

You climbed off the bed and approached Rafael, swatting him playfully. “You’re so full of shit. You know how fucking handsome you are.” You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Maybe a TRO won’t be so bad. I could have handled her, y’know.”

“I know,” Rafael murmured. “Let me take a look at your face sweetheart.” You lifted your cheek towards him. He crooked a finger under chin and tilted your face some more. “I don’t see any bruising or a mark.”

“It’s sore but mostly faded,” you responded. “Truth be told, I enjoy getting slapped - but on my ass. And by you.”

Rafael chuckled. He turned your face towards his. He bent his head down to press a kiss to your lips. You sagged against him, returning the kiss. His hands gripped you tightly, pressing your body close to his. 

“I know you brought food and all that, but maybe let’s just go back to bed?”

Rafael kissed you once more. “Yes.”

You undid the jeans and went to remove his t-shirt when Rafael stopped you. 

“Leave it on.”

You arched a brow. “Okay Mr. Harvard.” 

Rafael gave you a cheeky grin before he got undressed himself. The two of you made the way back to bed. 

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” Rafael asked in between kisses. “You can say no.”

You pulled back. “I know. And you’re so sweet and such a nice, decent guy for checking. But I enthusiastically consent to being fucked Rafael.”

Rafael’s eyes darken, blown by lust. “Okay cariño.”

You wrap one hand around his neck and pulled him to you. His lips crushed against yours, and you opened your mouth to allow him to deepen the kiss. His tongue exploded your mouth, licking hotly.  You wrapped your legs instinctively around his hips. Rafael rutted against your lace covered pussy, already so wet and ready for him. Your hips rose to meet his, and for a second as if the two of you were two teens dry humping one another.

“Fuck me,” you whined. “Please.”

“When you beg so prettily, how could I ever even dare to say no,” Rafael husked. You let out a moan as he rucked up his shirt, exposing your braless tits. His tongue traced your areola before taking your nipple into his mouth, sucking.  Your nipple hardened in response to the combination of the cool air and his warm wet mouth. His teeth gently scraped your sensitive bud and your back arched toward him, wanting more. Rafael repeated the actions to your other breast and you sighed contentedly. “Don’t stop, so good.”

Rafael obliged, alternating his attention, sucking, flicking, squeezing and pinching. You whined some more and Rafael took the opportunity to leave a dark mark on the slope of your breast. He then moved down your body, creating a path down your stomach with open mouthed kisses. 

Rafael used the tip of his tongue to trace along the seam of your panties. Your skin fluttered and you squirmed under his touch, and Rafael made a mental note to file away about this secret sensitive spot of yours.

Your hands ran through his dark hair, tugging. “Raf?”

Rafael looked up at you, his gaze downright sinful. “Yes amor?”

“Fuck me, please. I don’t want to wait anymore.”

Rafael nodded. “I need to get a condom.”

Your mind flashed to the strip of gold condoms that fell out. You shook your head inwardly gagging. “No, I trust you. I still have my IUD.”

Rafael swallowed hard. “Okay,” he managed to squeak out. The idea of going bare with you made his temperature soar and he felt dizzy. 

He climbed over you again, and you spread your legs wider. You used a finger to push your panties to the side. Rafael pushed his boxers down, but didn’t completely remove them. He sat on his haunches and pumped his cock, before he drew the tip through your folds, teasing you and coating his length in your wetness.

Finally, Rafael lined himself along your entrance and pushed in. Your wet warm cunt pulled him in, gripping tightly like a vice. You wrapped your legs around his hips and gripped his biceps tightly as Rafael began to fuck you. The rhythm was slow and measured at first, drawing half way out before snapping forward, pushing all the way to the hilt until he bottomed out.

Rafael watched as your eyes fluttered close and your face contorted in pleasure. His pace quickened, snapping his hips repeatedly, driving his thick cock in and out of you. The way you chanted his name as you surrendered yourself to him made him feel like a king.  You watched as sweat dripped off his brow and how his cross swayed with his thrusts. You weren’t religious but something about just the sight of that made you feel perverse. 

You’re gasping, clenching his sides, your nails digging into his sweaty, tanned skin as he rode you hard. He pushed one of your legs higher, changing the angle and you let out an actual sob at the feel of his cock dragging along your cunt, hitting that one spot that makes you feel boneless. You were close - so close, but you did not want it to end, so instead you tapped his bicep. Rafael locked eyes with you. “I want to be on top.”

Rafael lowered his body to yours and kissed you before rolling your bodies so that you were on top. You rucked up Rafael’s Harvard shirt so that he could knead your tits. One of your tits puffed through his fingers as you bounced on his cock, meeting his thrusts. You slowed your roll of your hips, throwing your head back as pleasure sparked through you before picking up the pace again. The room was filled with obscene sounds wetness, breathy moans and groans. There was something about all of this - how this extremely handsome man wanted you, and that he wanted you in spite of everything, that made you feel so incredibly vulnerable. Rafael slapped your ass quickly in succession. 

“Again,” you panted. Rafael is quick to oblige, smacking your ass some more.

“Is that what you like? Getting spanked.”

“Sí papí,” you purred.

You reached between your bodies to rub your clit, but Rafael shooed your hand away. The way you called him papí thrilled him. He pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing haphazard circles. 

“Gonna come for me?” Rafael grunted as he met the pace of your hips. You bit your lip and nodded frantically. Your toes curled as you began to teeter closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m close too,” Rafael panted as he continued the snap of his hips. He could already feel the tension in his belly, the heaviness in his balls, aching for sweet release. You cried out as you fell, coming hard on his cock. The wrecked look on your face, the way you whined his name so prettily, and the feel of your wet cunt rippling around his cock, soaking him with your slick is too much. You collapsed forward, and Rafael planted his feet firmly into the mattress and began snapping his hips into you even more quickly as he chased his release. Rafael’s hips stuttered and with a deep groan of your name, he spilled inside you, painting your walls with his release, white, hot, and sticky.

Rafael stayed there, buried deep inside you. You were both panting, waiting for your hearts to slow down. You enjoyed the feel of his sweaty body against yours. You felt his cock soften and his release began to drip out of you due to gravity. He kissed you softly, then peppered your jaw and cheeks with some more before a final kiss on your nose.

You hum contentedly. “Mmm that was wonderful.”

Rafael smirks. “You got one more in you sweetheart?”

“Wha—?” 

Your question is quickly answered as Rafael rolls you back onto your back, withdrawing from you as he did so. Your legs still feel boneless and Rafael spreads you easily, your body pliant to him. He uses his thumbs to spread your wet puffy lips, watching his release drip out. Then his mouth is on you, licking and cleaning the mess he made between your legs. You thread your hands through his damp dark locks.

You cried out and whined Rafael’s name, drawing out every syllable.  

Rafael lapped at your cunt as if he were a starving man with his last meal. He couldn’t get enough of the taste of your sweet juices mixed with his salty cum. He paused to climb back over you and kiss you, pushing the mix of yours and his release into your mouth. You moan as you take it in and swallow. Rafael settles back down between your legs and sucks at your clit while he slides two of his thick fingers inside. Your second orgasm quickly crested. Rafael could sense you were close with how your stomach tightened and your legs shook. 

“That’s it, come for me again. Show me how prettily you come for me.”

Rafael wrapped his mouth around your clit and shook his head. You arched off the bed, your words incoherent as you come once more. He licked you through your release, letting go of your clit with a wet squelch. 

Rafael’s face was smug, his chin and cheeks coated in your juices.

“Get up here,” you purred. Rafael climbed over you and the two of you lazily make out, you tasting yourself on him once more.  Rafael rolled so he was on his back and you snuggled in his embrace.

It would be easy to settle back to sleep, but your stomach growled loudly enough to remind you to eat. You climbed out of bed, legs unsteady. Rafael caught you and you thank him with a smile. Rafael pushed you back onto the bed by your shoulders. You give him a confused look. 

“Stay put, I’ll bring everything here.” Rafael explained. Your mouth formed an ‘oh’ and you climbed back into bed. 

And it was in the soft morning light that you both ate, committed to one another and this relationship more than ever. 

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[fatecantstopme]

Better Together

Pairing: Rafael Barba x reader

Summary: Barba acts like he hates you because it's the only way he can keep his cool in your presence. Things come to a head and you call him out on it...

Warnings: cursing, Rafael is a bit of a dick at first. Use of nicknames (baby, cariño, querida, etc.). SMUT, oral (M and F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V)

A/N: Spanish translations in brackets/italics after each sentence.

cariño/querida: sweetheart/dear/darling/baby/etc.

por favor: please

qué: what

hermosa: beautiful/gorgeous

"Right...and what makes you qualified to make that determination?"

You glared at him. "Eight years of education and ten years of practice."

"Fine, but how long did you actually talk to him?" he countered.

"Four hours."

"So now you're an expert in his mental health?"

You groaned. "He belongs in a psychiatric facility, Barba. Not a prison."

"I disagree. He raped and murdered five women."

"I'm not defending his actions, but I'm telling you he's incapable of understanding the consequences of his actions."

"She's right, counselor," Olivia Benson cut in. "I got the same feeling she did when I first talked to him."

Rafael Barba let out an annoyed huff. "Fine. What do you propose?"

"Offer him a deal," she suggested. "Send him where he can get the help he needs."

Barba nodded, expression still slightly annoyed. "Fine." With that, he walked out of the precinct, presumably to go write up a deal.

As soon as he was out of ear shot, you turned to your friend and colleague. "He argues with me for ten minutes straight, but you tell him the same damn thing and he immediately agrees?"

Olivia shrugged. "You know how he is."

"Pompous, arrogant, rude, and downright insulting?"

She laughed. "All of the above, but he's also a pretty damn good ADA."

You sighed. "I would absolutely love to disagree with you, but you're not wrong. Part of me hates that he's so good at his job. And I hate his smug face and his attitude and those damn three piece suits he looks so goddamn good in," you finished your ramble with a groan.

"Maybe if you told him you thought he was hot, he'd be nicer to you," Olivia said with a wink.

"I hate you."

She laughed. "No you don't."

"Fine, I don't, but I will do no such thing. He quite clearly despises me."

"Does he?"

"Does who what?" Nick Amaro asked as he entered the squad room.

"Does Barba hate (Y/N)?" Olivia asked.

Nick chuckled. "Without a doubt."

"See?!" you said smugly.

Olivia rolled her eyes. "One of these days you're going to have to talk to him. Tell him off for being such an ass to you all the time."

"Now that I agree with," Nick cut in.

"If he pushes the right buttons, I will."

**********

Little did you know that two days later, Barba would push the exact right button.

Olivia, Nick, Amanda, Fin, and yourself were gathered in the squad room discussing your latest case. You had two dead girls in two days and 1PP was already breathing down your necks.

You were going over the profile with the team when Barba walked in. "I know it sounds crazy, guys, but I believe the perp is a girl...probably the same age as the victims."

"Why?" Fin asked.

As you started to explain your reasoning, to include the lack of sexual assault, the relationship between the two girls, and the anger clearly present in the attacks, Barba cut you off with a harsh laugh.

"You think a 10 year old girl is capable of inflicting that kind of trauma?" he interjected. "There's no way."

You took a deep breath in through your nose and exhaled from your mouth before responding. You needed those ten seconds to calm yourself so you didn't murder him. "Were you ever a 10 year old girl?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Obviously not."

"Are you a forensic psychologist?"

"Again, no."

"Have you been working violent sex crimes for 10 years?"

"No..."

"Then be quiet and listen," you finished harshly.

You'd never snapped at him quite so intensely before and he was taken aback. He was also very aware that he may have taken it a little too far this time. He'd made it a point to keep you at arm's length (or farther) for the past 6 months, and he was belatedly realizing he may have been too cruel.

You finished your profile, answering the questions posed by the rest of the squad, before everyone went about their assigned duties.

Barba announced he was going back to his office to update the DA and you were thankful to be rid of him.

"Maybe you were right, (Y/N)," Olivia said softly. "He either hates you or he hates shrinks."

"Likely both."

"I'm proud of you for clapping back," Amanda said warmly. "Someone's gotta put that guy in his place every once in a while."

You smiled mirthlessly. "Once this case is over, I may have more to say to him, but for now, let's focus on finding the person who killed those girls."

**********

Three days later and you had your suspect in custody. You'd been right in your assessment of the perp...it turned out to be a 10 year old girl who had been relentlessly teased and bullied by the two victims for an entire year. The girl finally snapped and killed them both in a blind rage.

After hearing all of the terrible things that had been done to her, you felt sorry for the girl. You understood why she'd killed those girls, even if you didn't condone it.

"Hey, (Y/N/N)," Fin called. "We're going out for drinks. My treat."

"I think I'll take a rain check guys...I've got something I need to do."

"Awww no fun," Amanda teased.

Olivia gave you a look, but you smiled at her reassuringly. She took it to mean you were okay, so she followed the others out.

You'd decided to pay a very special visit to a certain ADA...

You arrived at his office 20 minutes later, and you belatedly realized you probably should have checked to see if he was even there still. It was already after 6pm, but you hoped since he was a workaholic, he would be unaware of the late hour.

When you reached his office door, you found yourself taking a deep breath. You started to question yourself and whether this was a good idea, but then you thought about the way he'd been treating you and you got a burst of courage.

You knocked on his door and waited. You heard a slightly annoyed "Come in", so you opened the door and stepped into his office.

Barba looked up from the paperwork he was buried in, a look of surprise ghosting over his face. "Dr. (Y/L/N)...to what do I owe the pleasure?"

You shut the door behind you and took a step towards his desk. "Do you have a problem with me?"

"Excuse me?" he asked in surprise.

"Do you have a problem with me, specifically, or is it psychologists in general?"

"I don't have a problem with psychologists."

"So it's me, got it. Do you mind telling me what the hell I did to you?"

He had the grace to look sheepish. "You didn't do anything to me."

"Then why do you treat me like I'm some sort of imbecile?"

"I...I never intended to make you feel that way," he said honestly.

"Really? How did you intend to make me feel? You belittle me, insult my abilities and my intelligence, you're unnecessarily rude to me in front of my colleagues..." you trailed off.

He rose from his seat and came around the front of his desk. His expression was unreadable, but his shoulders had slumped slightly. If you didn't know better, you'd think he actually felt bad for the way he'd been treating you.

"You're right," he admitted. "I have treated you entirely unfairly."

It was your turn to look surprised. Out of all the things you'd expected him to say, an admission of guilt was certainly not one of them.

"I don't want you to think, for even a moment, that I don't think you're brilliant. You are the sharpest woman I have ever had the pleasure of meeting and you're downright phenomenal at your job."

You opened your mouth and closed it a few times before you could formulate a coherent response. "How in the hell was I supposed to know that?"

He blushed and cast his gaze to the floor. "I suppose there was no way for you to know, given the way I've treated you."

"Why, then?" you asked softly.

He sighed deeply and ran his hand over his face. "It's--complicated."

"Enlighten me, Barba. I've got time."

His green eyes raised back up to meet yours and you found yourself nearly breathless--and not for the first time. His eyes were beautiful, typically sparkling with whit and mischief; but in this moment, they shone with emotions so complex you couldn't begin to comprehend them.

"I never intended to be cruel to you, only distant. But I found that being aloof wasn't enough to keep you at bay--I needed something stronger. So...I started treating you as if I hated you. It was just easier, and perhaps safer."

"Safer?"

He nodded, but neglected to clarify. "Keeping you out of my life has become a necessity, Dr. (Y/L/N)."

His formality annoyed you, but you didn't comment on it. "Then why didn't you just tell me you didn't like me?"

He groaned and turned back to his desk to pour himself a glass of scotch. "Because it's not true, and I'm many things, but a liar isn't one of them."

"Okay, but you want nothing to do with me?"

"Exactly."

"You do understand how contradictory that sounds, correct?"

He took a long drink from his glass and leaned back against his desk. "It sounds moronic, yes, I am aware."

You debated your next words with care. You knew if you said what was on your mind, you might regret it, but you also knew if you didn't say it, you would regret it.

"When I met you, I was instantly intrigued by you," you began. "It was obvious you were highly intelligent, but you were also funny, charming, and impeccably well-dressed. It's a rare combination."

You crossed your arms and sighed. "At first, you were friendly and I quite liked you, but things between us turned icy in an instant. I didn't understand it then and I don't understand it now, but what I can tell you is it hurt me. It hurt me deeply, Barba, and it still does."

If he'd felt like an ass before, he felt 1,000 times worse now. "I never intended to hurt you," he said quietly. "You're a kind and loving soul...and you don't deserve to be treated the way I've been treating you."

"You're right," you whispered. "I don't."

He winced slightly and downed the rest of his scotch. "I am truly sorry, (Y/N). More than you'll ever know."

His use of your first name was not lost on you. You could count on one hand the number of times he'd said it and you'd reacted the same way each time. Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment, your breath caught, and your heart began to speed up.

Rafael had never noticed before...had never really paid attention to you the very few times he'd said your name, but he saw your reaction this time. For the first time since he'd met you, he began to wonder if you shared his feelings...

You quickly recovered yourself--praying he hadn't noticed. "I appreciate your apology." Your voice was slightly off pitch and you wanted to kick yourself for letting any emotion show.

"May I ask you something?" he said suddenly.

You nodded, not trusting your voice in the moment.

"You said what you thought of me when we first met--what do you think of me now?"

"Do you really want to know?"

He nodded.

You swallowed thickly. "Everything I said is true. You're a brilliant man and an even better lawyer...and you can be funny and charming, when you want to be. But that's not the Rafael Barba I get. I get the one reserved for the criminals and defense attorneys you dislike. The ones that make your skin crawl. You're pompous, arrogant, and cruel."

He closed his eyes tightly. Hearing you say what you really thought of him was much more painful than he'd anticipated.

"But I don't believe that's who you really are," you said so softly he almost didn't hear.

He looked back up at you in surprise.

"I think it's a facade you put up--a mask you wear to hide behind."

"What makes you think that?"

"Call it intuition, or perhaps training," you said with a shrug. "Either way, I am certain you really are the man I met in the beginning--not the man you've been the past several months."

"How could you have that much faith in me? After the way I've treated you..."

"Perhaps it's foolish...or maybe I just want it to be true."

He stared at you with a strange look on his face. It was as if he was trying to decide if you were playing him or being sincere. His expression slowly morphed as he realized you'd meant every word you'd said.

"May I be honest with you?" he asked.

"I want nothing less."

"Truthfully, I'm terrified of you. Absolutely, 100%, completely terrified."

Your jaw dropped slightly. Once again, he’d caught you off guard.

"You got under my skin the moment I met you and I haven't been able to get rid of you since. I've never felt like this--like I can't control my own actions or my emotions--and it's petrifying. I thought pushing you away would change how I felt, but it only intensified it. I think that's why I became crueler over time--I was angry at myself and angry with you for making me feel this way. It's not fair to you, I know, but it's the truth."

You were once again shocked to the core. You almost couldn't believe what you were hearing...if you weren't so good at reading people, you'd be convinced he was lying, but as it stood, you knew it was the raw, painful truth.

"You can't control everything, you know," you said quietly.

He laughed harshly. "God, how I wish I could."

"What are you so afraid of?"

He took a moment to answer, but once he did, the words poured out of him. "I'm afraid the way I feel about you will ruin both of our careers. I'm afraid that once you see the man behind the mask, you'll run and leave me broken. I'm afraid that we'll fall apart...that we won't stand the test of time. I'm afraid of falling so deeply in love with you that I lose myself completely. But most of all, I'm afraid that I've already screwed this up beyond repair."

For all your education and all the eloquent words you've learned in your lifetime, you found yourself stunned into complete and utter silence. No words came to mind, no coherent thoughts emerged. You stared at him and he stared at you, as the silence dragged on.

After what had to be an eternity, Rafael spoke again. "Please say something. Anything. Tell me you hate me. Tell me you never want to see my face again. Tell me you'd rather jump off a building than be with me--"

"Stop!" The intensity of your demand silenced him. "Just stop talking…I…I can't find the words I want to say, but I do know one thing: I'm not afraid."

Out of all the things you could have said, all the beautiful sentences you could have strung together, those three words were the perfect response. Fueled with sudden courage, Rafael crossed the space between the two of you in three long strides, coming to a stop a few inches from you.

With a shaking hand, he gently stroked your cheek. "May I?" he asked quietly.

Your pretty (y/e/c) eyes met his and you softly begged, "Please."

He leaned into you, lips pressing against yours with soft insistence. The kiss ignited something within you--a desire so deep and powerful it almost frightened you. You grabbed ahold of his suspenders and tugged his body closer to yours as you deepened the kiss.

Rafael moaned softly against your lips, tongue pressing forward, requesting access. You obliged, lips parting to allow him entry. His hands traveled down your soft curves until they landed on your hips. He used his gentle strength to pull you flush against him, his own body backed up against his desk to support him.

You could feel his need for you in his kiss, in his touch...and in his pants. His growing erection was pressed against you, so close to where you wanted him, yet so far away.

Rafael broke the kiss for a moment. "Carmen left for the day."

"Mhmm," you hummed in response.

"But I don't want our first time together to be on the couch in my office."

"How 'bout the desk?" you teased lightly.

He groaned. "Don't think I haven't imagined it, but I'd like to take you home...do this properly--in a bed."

You stared at him for a moment. "If we stay here, it can be casual, unassuming. If I go home with you...that changes everything."

"I don't want casual. I don't want a fling. I want you--and everything that comes along with that."

You studied him closely before responding. You noted the sincerity in his voice and his expression and decided to--for once--allow your heart to lead your decision. "Take me home, Rafael," you whispered.

He breathed deeply, as if trying to control himself. It appeared that you had the same effect on him as he did on you when you called him by his first name.

He didn't say a word--you weren't even sure he could have if he'd wanted to. He simply grabbed his jacket, took your hand, and practically dragged you to the elevator. Once outside, he hailed a cab and helped you into the backseat before sliding in beside you.

As the cab began to move, you rested your hand on Rafael's thigh. He glanced at you, but didn't say anything. You were feeling bold, so you slid your hand slowly up his thigh, inching closer to his evident arousal.

When your fingertips brushed against his clothed cock, he hissed slightly. He leaned over to whisper into your ear so the cab driver wouldn't hear. "Careful, querida. O puedo perder el control [Or I may lose control]."

You inhaled sharply--something about his tone mixed with the hushed Spanish words, sent a jolt of pure arousal straight to your core.

Your reaction didn't go unnoticed by Rafael. He smirked as he discovered one of your kinks. He tucked the knowledge away for later use.

You managed to behave yourself for the rest of the short ride to his apartment, but once inside the building, all bets were off.

His lips were on yours the moment the elevator doors slid closed, pressing your body firmly against the wall. Your fingers tangled in his hair, messing up the perfect locks.

As the elevator dinged and the doors began to open, you reluctantly pulled away from each other. You saw the desperation in his beautiful green eyes and you knew the same look reflected in yours.

He wasted no time guiding you to his apartment and the moment you were both inside, he had you spun around and pressed up against the door.

“Querida,” he whispered hungrily against your lips, fingertips dancing under your shirt.

You moaned softly as you tugged harshly on his suspenders, pushing them out of the way so you could remove his shirt.

Within moments, your clothes and his were strewn across the house as he carried you to his bedroom, nothing left between you but underwear.

Rafael tossed you gently onto the bed before climbing on top of you. He eyed you hungrily—sprawled out beneath him, desire evident on your face.

“You are perfect, hermosa.”

You blushed. “Rafa…”

He groaned. “Fuck. Don’t do that.”

Confusion clouded your expression. You didn’t think you’d done anything wrong…

He’d closed his eyes and his face gave away the internal struggle he was experiencing.

Realization suddenly crossed your features and you grinned. You gently raked your nails down his chest as you murmured the nickname again, “Rafa.”

His eyes shot open and he rutted his hips against yours, mouth pressing wet kisses to your heated skin. His teeth nipped at your neck and collarbone, leaving love bites in his wake.

He was taking his time with you. Wanting to explore every part of you, taste every inch of your skin, catalogue every detail in his mind.

You whimpered softly, not used to such attention, nor such deliberate slowness. “Rafael, please.”

He looked up at you with his trademark smirk. “You ever been with a Hispanic man before, Cariño?”

You blushed and shook your head.

His smirk widened. “We like to take our time, make sure our lady is properly loved and appreciated. This is about your enjoyment, (Y/N/N), not mine.”

“I want you to enjoy yourself too…”

He kissed you gently. “You keep making those pretty sounds for me, querida, and I promise you, I’ll enjoy myself.”

You found yourself unable to respond as he continued his slow descent towards your core. Each gentle caress of his lips against your skin seemed to set your nerve endings on fire--the need within you growing exponentially.

You whined prettily, hips shifting upwards, desperately seeking his lips where you needed them most. "Please," you begged.

You didn't know it yet, but Rafael would never deny you--not in the real world, nor the bedroom. The moment he heard your soft voice begging, he glanced up at your face. You already looked so far gone--your hair was a mess, your lips swollen, your cheeks flushed, and your breathing was ragged. He smiled to himself as he lowered his head, giving you no time to adjust as he dove into you with abandon.

You gasped as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm you. As skilled as the man between your legs was in the courtroom, he was even better suited with his mouth hungrily devouring you.

In the span of mere minutes, he'd turned you into a gasping, moaning mess--every one of your senses overwhelmed with feeling.

"Rafa--I--I'm close," you gasped.

He hummed against you, lips wrapping around your clit to increase his assault. His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, holding you in place as he sped up his ministrations.

Your jaw dropped as a flurry of sounds--some of which were intended to be his name--slipped from your lips. Your orgasm sent wave after wave of intense pleasure through your body, but that pleasure soon turned to sensitivity.

"Rafa, too much--" you whispered as you tried to pull away from him.

He laid his arm across your lower belly, effectively holding you in place as his mouth continued to work you. His eyes flicked up to yours to check if you really did want him to stop, but your head was already thrown back, chest rising and falling rapidly as the familiar knot tightened in your stomach.

The moment your cries turned to moans and pleas to continue, Rafael stopped and lifted his head. "Did you want me to stop, querida?"

"No!" you cried loudly, fingers grasping his hair in an attempt to guide him back where you wanted him.

He smirked as he complied with your direction, lips and tongue once again sending you into a spiral of pleasure you'd never experienced before.

As you came down from your second high, Rafael finally slowed his assault and allowed you to pull his head up when it became too much.

He placed soft kisses against your heated skin, gently soothing you as the aftershocks shuddered through your body. His lips traced the curves of your face with gentle affection until your breathing had begun to normalize.

Rafael kissed you deeply, desire evident in the action. In response, your hand slowly descended down his chest and abdomen, until you reached his throbbing cock. You lightly ran your nails across the still clothed member, enticing a groan from the man above you.

You teased him for a few more seconds before sliding your hand beneath his boxer briefs and palming his cock in your warm hand. He groaned loudly--hips rutting against your hand instantly.

"I wanna taste you," you murmured against the shell of his ear.

"You don't have to..." he said softly.

There was something in his voice that caused you to pull away so you could see his face properly. He looked worried and perhaps a little apprehensive.

"But I want to," you reassured him.

"You do?"

You nodded. "It's something I enjoy very much, Rafa, so if you're okay with it, I would really like to suck your cock."

His eyes closed briefly and he moaned softly, forehead dropping against yours. "Por favor," he begged in a broken voice.

You grinned ear to ear. "Stand up."

"Qué?" he asked in confusion.

You nudged him gently and tilted your head towards the edge of the bed. "Stand up, handsome."

He did as you asked and watched in surprise as you lowered yourself to your knees on the floor in front of him. He felt like he needed to remind you again that you didn't need to do this for him, but when he saw the hunger in your eyes, he fell silent.

You slowly dragged his underwear down, freeing his cock from its constraints. You were a little surprised by his size--he was longer than average and quite thick--but surprise quickly turned to hunger.

You looked up at him, a playful smirk dancing on your lips, and all his worries faded away. It was obvious you wanted this...perhaps just as much as he did.

You wasted no time in wrapping your mouth around his cock, taking as much of him into your mouth as you could, eyes never leaving his face.

You gagged slightly as he hit the back of your throat, but you pushed past it, determined to provide him with as much pleasure as you could muster.

As you began to move, his fingers intertwined in your hair and his hips stuttered forwards occasionally. You knew what he needed, but it was clear he wasn't going to do it without some prodding.

You pulled off of him with a *pop* and waited until his heavily lidded eyes met yours. "Rafael, I want you to enjoy this."

"I am, cariño," he said in confusion.

"Not as much as you could be." You licked the tip of his cock for emphasis and his hips jumped slightly. "I want you to use my mouth for your own pleasure, Rafa. That's what it's there for."

He shook his head rapidly. He'd been expressly told not to do that by several women before you.

You rubbed his thighs reassuringly. "I want this, baby. Please," you begged. "Please fuck my mouth."

The moment the words were out of your mouth, you sucked his cock back into the warmth of your lips, hoping he would take you seriously. You pressed yourself forward, pushing past the gag reflex to take his entire member into your mouth.

Without hesitation, you began to guide his hips, urging him to give in and take what he wanted--what he needed.

You flicked your gaze up to meet his and nodded your head as best you could, hands still encouraging him to move. He very tentatively began to move his hips and you smiled, fingers digging into his thighs.

When you didn't pull away, he started to put a little more force into the movements. When you still didn't pull away, he sped up, fingers wrapping in your hair to keep you still.

You let him take control, eyes still trained on his face. He slowly began to thrust in earnest, fucking your mouth like it was his favorite place to be. You watched his head fall back, moans of intense pleasure leaving his lips.

You held onto him and focused on breathing as you let him use you. A few minutes passed before his hips began to stutter and you knew he was close.

You prepared to swallow everything he had to give you, but he surprised you by pulling away, your mouth coming off of him with a *pop*.

His breathing was ragged and his eyes were wild--pupils blocking out the brilliant green. "I need you," he said, voice raw and husky.

You understood his meaning and quickly crawled back onto the bed. He was on top of you almost immediately, lips latching onto your neck, teeth nipping at your flesh.

His cock rubbed against the outside of your pussy and you both groaned.

"Fuck," he mumbled. "Do I need a condom?"

"Pill," you gasped as you shook your head. "Wanna feel you fill me up, Rafa."

He let out a low growl and his eyes turned even more feral. He gave you no warning as he plunged his cock deep inside of you, stretching you in ways you'd never been stretched before.

"Rafael!" you cried out at the sensation.

Normally he would have forced himself to give you time to adjust, but his mind was too far gone. He set a brutal pace almost instantly and you were simply along for the ride.

There were so many new sensations that you were having a hard time staying focused. Everything just felt so incredible.

Your pussy throbbed around him, pulling him in even deeper. "Te sienetes muy bien, querida." [You feel so good, sweetheart.]

You moaned loudly, nails digging into his back as you arched against him.

"Te gusta cuando te hablo español, ¿no?" he growled into your ear. [You like it when I speak Spanish to you, don't you?"]

"Yes!" you gasped.

"Chica sucia," he chuckled darkly. [Dirty girl.]

"Rafa, please--I'm so close."

He groaned. "Quiero que vengas conmigo, cariño," he mumbled. [I want you to cum with me, sweetheart.] "Can you do that for me?" he asked in English.

You nodded your head rapidly.

"Esa es mi buena chica," he praised. [That's my good girl.]

You moaned lowly, preening at his praise. He smiled and picked up his pace, not wanting to stop until he felt you fall apart. "So close," he mumbled.

"Don't--stop!"

He knew you were close--could tell by the way your pussy fluttered around him--so he whispered, "Cum for me, baby."

You cried out as your orgasm hit you with more force than either of the two you'd had earlier. Rafael groaned your name as he spilled his seed within you, filling you up as your walls milked him dry.

You both began to come down from your highs, the intensity of your orgasms taking the wind out of both of you. Rafael pulled out and collapsed beside you, completely spent and satiated.

"That was pretty decent," you said between breaths.

He snapped his head in your direction and started to laugh when he saw the mischief in your eyes.

You grinned and joined in on his laughter, allowing him to wrap his arms around you and pull you closer to him.

"Very decent," he muttered against your hair.

You laughed again. "'Fucking incredible' would be a more accurate description."

"I couldn't agree more." He sighed softly. "I don't wanna move."

"Who says we have to?"

"We probably should...we do have work in the morning after all."

Your body tensed slightly and he felt it, realizing how his previous statement may have sounded. "I want you to stay, querida. I'm just saying we should probably get up and shower before we fall asleep."

You relaxed. "You may have to carry me."

He chuckled and dragged himself out of bed, pulling you along with him. He scooped you up despite your protests and carried you to the bathroom, placing you on the counter while he started the shower.

"I was kidding, Rafa!"

He smiled. "If my girl can walk immediately after sex, then I did something wrong. I'm always happy to carry you."

You smiled back at him, realizing he was completely serious. You watched him quietly, completely lost in thought.

"Where's your mind, querida?" he asked softly.

You shook your head, clearing your thoughts. "I'm happy...that's all."

Rafael kissed you gently. "Me too, hermosa. Now come on, let's get you cleaned up."

Once you were both clean and dry, he carried you back to his bed and laid you down gently before crawling into the bed beside you. He tugged you in closely against his chest and you sighed contentedly.

"Go to sleep, cariño. I'll be here in the morning when you wake up."

Somehow he seemed to know exactly what you needed to hear. Knowing he wasn't going anywhere and feeling his strong arms wrapped around you, allowed you to feel a calm peace you'd not felt in years.

Within minutes, you'd drifted off to sleep in his arms. Just before he fell asleep too, Rafael kissed the top of your head and whispered, "Te adoro con locura." [I adore you madly.]

#rafael barba x reader smut #rafael barba x reader #barba x reader #rafael barba smut #law and order svu #law and order svu smut

[prentiss-theorem]

Writing Bingo Masterlist

prompts can be found here

@introverted-author

Sweater Weather ~ Jemily

Arla ~ Jemily

Gold Rush ~ Jemily

@iamnotoriginalphil

The 5 Times You Almost Kissed Alex + The 1 Time Alex Kissed You ~ Alex Blake x f!Reader

@storiesofsvu

Overtime ~ Rafael Barba x Reader

A Thin Line ~ Emily Prentiss x Reader

Not What It Looks Like ~ Poly!Barhoun x f!Reader

Whenever You’re Ready ~ Rita Calhoun x f!Reader

Plea Deals ~ Elana Barth x f!Reader

Fake It Till You Make It ~ Elizabeth Donnelly x f!Reader

@statelysapphic

Made for Me ~ Alex Blake x Reader

@virescent-v

School Yard Bully ~ Emily Prentiss x f!Reader

@drewcrew24

Cheetos ~ Jemily

@mickey-gomez

Gentle ~ Rita Calhoun x f!Reader

@gaelic-symphony

A Year in the Life: September ~ Temily

@prentiss-theorem

Courtroom Obsession ~ Olivia Benson x f!Reader

The Ex Factor ~ Melissa Schemmenti x f!Reader

Persuasion ~ Alex Blake x f!Reader

Thank you everyone for participating in my bingo! I loved all your fics so much, each time you tagged me in one of them it genuinely made my day 100 times better!

#raeswritingbingo

[pascalispretty]

Breathe Me In

Rafael Barba x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2510

Warnings: Oral Sex/Cunnilingus

Summary: You try to convince Rafael to be a little sweeter to you after bringing him lunch. He obliges.

Written for @lannister-slings-and-arrows, @melk917 and @pascalispretty's Wet Hot Summer Bingo, fulfilling the 'Watermelon Sugar' prompt. As always, an immense thank you to @lannister-slings-and-arrows for editing; any remaining Britishisms are my own. Also on AO3.

The cafe is only ten minutes from Rafael’s apartment but by the time you’ve walked there to pick up lunch and come back you’re so sweaty you look like you’ve just finished a 5k. Your tee shirt sticks to your back as you catch your breath just inside the door, steeling yourself for the trip up four flights of stairs. 

The city is in the middle of a heatwave, the humidity rendering the air thick and oppressive and still. While the AC was on the fritz at your own apartment, you had temporarily decamped to your boyfriend’s in an attempt to escape the record temperatures. 

When you finally let yourself in you notice that the front room is empty. Rafael’s desk, where you had left him working earlier, is no longer occupied and you frown. 

“Raf?” you call out, pausing to grab one of the napkins that had come with your takeout and dab at your forehead. 

“Back here,” he answers and you roll your eyes. The bedroom is the coolest room in the apartment thanks to the unit in the window–you’re surprised he hadn’t moved his work there earlier. Kicking off your sandals, you make your way back towards his hideout. 

You sigh in relief when the cooler air washes over you as you open the door. Rafael is sitting up against the headboard writing careful notes in the margins of the thick case file in his lap and he perks up noticeably when he sees the brown paper bag in your hand. He sets his pen down. 

“Oh, thank God,” he huffs, shoving his work aside and reaching eagerly for the bag. “Did you get me more coffee?” 

“Nope.” He looks comically crestfallen, as though you’d informed him of a national espresso shortage. “Man cannot live on caffeine alone, Rafael. Besides, it’s not like you don’t have coffee here.”

“I have to make that myself,” he grumbles, rifling through the bag and grabbing the sandwich he’d ordered. “What’s this?” He pulls one of the bottles free and holds it up. 

“Watermelon lemonade. I got myself a blood orange one.” Before you join him on the bed you unbutton your shorts and kick them off. “I don’t know how you can even think about drinking coffee when it’s this hot out.” Rafael pulls a sceptical face, eyeing his drink suspiciously. 

“Watermelon lemonade? They didn’t have regular lemonade?” 

“Nope, just flavoured,” you tell him as you sit cross-legged on the bed beside him. He mutters something under his breath and you think you catch the word ‘gentrification’ as he passes the bag back to you. 

“Hey,” you protest, knocking your knee into his thigh. “I walked forever in a heatwave to get you lunch and a cold drink. Just taste it.” You pull your own drink out and take a sip, pleasantly surprised at how well the flavours work together. Rafa is still looking doubtfully at the pink drink in his hand and you roll your eyes. 

"You're such a baby, would it kill you to just try it?" you laugh. "I did, after all, nearly die of heatstroke bringing it to you. I thought you might be a little sweeter to me after my valiant sacrifice." 

"Oh, is that what you're after? A little sweetness?" He gestures to your bare legs, arching a blond eyebrow at you and finally opening the bottle. "Is that why you're half naked? Trying to give me a hint?" He takes a sip and carefully maintains his neutral expression.

“I’m half naked because I’m sweaty and gross and as soon as I finish my sandwich I’m gonna hop in the shower.” You take a bite and cast your eye over the files scattered haphazardly on the bed.

“Maybe you should join me,” you tease. “You look like you could use a break.” He had been working all morning, already bent over a legal pad at the table when you had finally gotten out of bed. By the time you’d arrived at Rafael’s place last night, you’d been too tired to do much more than brush your teeth and fall into bed. Certainly too tired to have sex, despite how much you’ve missed him over the last week. He chuckles around a mouthful, shaking his head and swallowing so he can reply, 

“You know as well as I do that that shower is not built for two people. One of us will fall out and I don’t have time for a trip to the emergency room today.” You pout even though you know he’s right.

“You seem to be enjoying your drink just fine. What happened to being sweeter to me if you liked it?” you ask, prompting another laugh from your boyfriend. 

“It’s not terrible. Though it’s not caffeinated and it tastes more like strawberries than watermelon,” he informs you, holding the bottle out so you can try some. “And I don’t remember actually agreeing to that,” he teases. You make a face at him and he smiles. 

“Maybe they added strawberries to improve the colour?” you suggest. He takes a sip from your proffered bottle and shrugs.

“Not bad. For not being coffee.”

“At the rate you’re building a tolerance, someday drinking coffee won’t be enough,” you laugh. “If you don’t slow down I‘m worried I’ll come home to find you freebasing the stuff.” Rafa laughs with you, almost choking on his lunch. 

“If my coffee consumption bothers you you can go back to your own apartment with its broken AC.” He tries to sound threatening but the effect is slightly ruined by the fact that he has barely stopped eating long enough to speak. 

“Yeah, yeah, as if. Then who’d bring you lunch?” You wink, crumpling the paper your food had been wrapped in and throwing it back into the bag. “I’m gonna shower.” 

The bathroom is warmer than the bedroom was so you strip out of your remaining clothes as quickly as possible. You turn the water as cold as you can bear it and stand under the spray for a while, letting it cool you off. If you could, you would stay under for hours but you don’t want to rack up a huge water bill for Rafael. So you wash quickly using some of Rafa’s fancy shower gel and reluctantly turn the water off. 

Wrapping yourself in a towel, you briefly head into the living room to grab your book. You had thought about making yourself comfortable on the couch and reading so you don’t disturb Rafael while he works but it’s too hot in there for you to consider it. 

“Raf, it won’t bother you if I read in here with you will it?” you ask, as you make your way back to the bedroom, shivering a little as the cooler air hits your damp skin. “It’s too hot–” 

Instead of returning to his file, Rafael had stacked it carelessly onto the bedside table with his legal pad and pens. He’d also taken his tee shirt and shorts off, leaving him sitting on the bed in only a pair of black boxer briefs. 

“Why are you half naked now? Copying my cold shower idea?” you tease, throwing your book onto the dresser. He shakes his head. 

“Come here,” he demands, holding his arms out for you. Raising one of your eyebrows, you do as you’re told; dropping the towel and settling yourself on his lap. You twine your arms around his neck and your fingers find the short hair at the nape of Rafa’s neck.

“What’s made you decide to stop being such a grump?” you ask, eyelids fluttering closed as his large hands stroke down your back and knead absently at the base of your spine. He doesn’t seem to care that you're still damp from your shower as his hands roam further south. 

“Made an espresso while you were showering.” He says it jokingly but you’re pretty sure you can actually smell coffee on his breath. “And you did tell me I should be sweeter to you.” Rafael lowers his head to your neck, running his lips lightly over the delicate skin of your throat. 

“I did.” You gasp softly when you feel his teeth drag against your pulse point, your fingers digging a little tighter into the nape of his neck. 

“So…” Rafael murmurs, rolling the two of you until you’re pinned to the bed beneath him. “Let me be sweet to you.” You’re sure you’ll never tire of the feeling of him on top of you–his warm, broad body pressing you into the mattress. 

Yet, for all that you normally love his bulk covering you like this, it’s not the most comfortable in this heat. Seemingly conscious of this, Rafael presses a quick, filthy kiss to your lips that stops as suddenly as it starts and begins making his way down your body. 

You let yourself relax, sinking back against the sheets as Rafael sweeps his hands over you, sighing contentedly when one of his thumbs brushes against your nipple. Thoughts of your email that you’d wanted to check and the book you had wanted to finish leave your head within the space of a heartbeat as you concentrate on Rafa’s touch, his shoulders pressing against your thighs. 

He takes his time. He trails his fingers down your chest, his mouth following to press kisses and nips across your collarbones and breasts–never pausing for very long. You shift restlessly underneath him, all too aware of the heat rising in your core and the slick starting to smear down your thighs. 

“If this is your idea of being sweet to me, I might actually bring you coffee tomorrow,” you say softly, carding your fingers through his thick hair. 

“Beautiful,” Rafael sighs, his breath warm on your sternum as he traces a slow, meandering path down your body with his lips. You whine when his tongue darts out to lick one of your nipples, the flesh stiffening further as his spit cools on your skin. His lips close over the tight bud, and the warm pull of his mouth makes you moan quietly. Those broad hands of his spread out over your hips, holding you steady as he finally settles between your thighs. 

“You don’t look so bad down there yourself,” you manage, feeling more than a little breathless as he lazily presses kisses along the inside of your thighs. His hair tickles but his hand closes around your thigh when you involuntarily jerk away. 

“I love your thighs. God, they’re so wonderful and warm around my head when I eat you out.” Rafa’s voice is rough, a low rumble that you feel vibrating against your leg as he drags his tongue down the inside of your thigh and stops just short of your cunt. The sight of him worshipping them with more kisses and licks is downright heavenly–you want to burn it into your memory, to have it keep you company on the nights when he works late. 

“How mad would you be if I took a photo of you just like this?” Rafa doesn’t dignify your teasing question with a response, preferring instead to nip at your soft flesh until you’re sure you’ll have marks.

It seems to take an eternity for him to duck his head down and swipe his tongue between your folds, an obscene moan ripped from his throat. 

“Fuck, querida. You taste so sweet.” You’re barely listening, focused instead on the way he pushes his shoulders a little further under your thighs and the way his hands slide up to grab your ass. That one pass of his tongue is nowhere near enough. It’s a single drop of rain trying to contain a wildfire. 

“God, Rafael–” Your brief attempt at pleading is abruptly curtailed when Rafa closes his mouth around your clit, his tongue swirling lazy circles around the bundle of nerves. The noise that is ripped out of you sounds broken, high and needy and desperate and you wind your fingers into Rafa’s soft hair. 

Your nails scratch at his scalp as he groans against you and heat surges down your spine, lighting all of your nerve endings on fire as it goes. Your back arches and you tilt your hips, presenting yourself to Rafael’s mouth as best as you can with his hands still holding you in place. 

He adopts a slow, almost teasing, pace that you think is probably payback for attempting to deny him his coffee. Rafa’s tongue sweeps messily along the seam of your cunt and traces lazy shapes over your clit, ignoring your attempts to buck your hips up against him. Occasionally his lips close around it and suck, unfailingly making you moan sharply and send more electricity lancing through your body. 

When he pushes his tongue inside your cunt it rips a sound out of you that you can only describe as a wail. His eagerness to press as deeply inside of you as he can makes his nose bump against your clit, a twin assault that has you tugging harder at his hair in a desperate attempt to anchor yourself. It only encourages him, his hands gripping your ass tighter as he tries to pull you down impossibly further onto his tongue. 

Something about his fervour, his attempt to get even closer with no regard for his own ability to breathe, makes your hips lock and your heart hammer so fast that you can hear your blood roaring in your ears. You can feel the barest exhalations against your slick skin as he breathes you in. 

“Fuck, fuck Rafa—‘m gonna come, don’t stop,” you babble, your fingers twisting in his hair. Rafael groans against you, the vibrations sending you spiralling higher. The bed creaks beneath you as Rafa shuffles forward on his knees, trying to push his whole body closer. His fingertips sink into the flesh of your ass, his grip turning to iron as he pushes you over the edge. 

Every muscle in your body feels like it tenses and then lets go, your orgasm hitting you so hard that you can’t breathe. Heat floods out from your belly, familiar and primal, making your toes curl and your fingers twitch in Rafa’s hair as the warmth reaches them. You feel more slick flooding your cunt and you’re vaguely aware of the hungry moan it elicits from Rafael as it hits his tongue.

You come back to yourself slowly, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as Rafael carries on lazily stroking his tongue inside of you. When you manage to look down at him your eyes meet his, the pale green almost completely eclipsed by the black of his pupils. You finally loosen your grip on his hair and your fingers feel stiff as you uncurl them. 

A soft noise of protest escapes you when Rafa pulls away to press more kisses against your thighs. You catch a smug grin curling across his lips. 

“Imagine the orgasm you would have gotten if you’d brought me my coffee in the first place.” 

#wet hot summer bingo #law and order svu #rafael barba #rafael barba x reader #wethotsummerbingo

[theodoresgirl]

Welcome to my Master List Link 2 Pinned/Intro

What I Write - GirlxGuy sfw/NSFW

What I will try to Write for you - GuyxGuy sfw/NSFW GirlxGirl sfw

What i can't write - GirlxGirl NSFW

I tend to write from a female or gender neutral POV unless its stated otherwise. Below is a list and links to my already written story's, and below that is lists and or ideas of who I write for.

Flynn Rider / Eugene Fitzherbert

Secret Romance - Sleepy!Eugene x F!Reader Villagers AU / Secret Romance

Moon Light - Eugene x Fem!Reader Part 2 , Villagers AU / Secret Romance

Bucky Barnes

Love Triangle - You and Bucky have a 6 year old daughter, But your love didn’t really work out on both ends.

Killian Jones / Captain Hook

Tavern Waitress - Killian Jones x Fem!Tavern worker!Reader / Killian and his crew come into your fathers tavern.

Lady Edith - Killian Jones x Snows!Daughter!Reader + 3 year old daughter

Odd Cat - Killian Jones x Cheshire Cat!Reader / Killian meets the Cheshire cat and he's completely in love with her strange personality and creepy appearance.

Just Shut Up - Killian Jones x Cheshire Cat!Reader / Killian and Cheshire meet again in story-broke after kitty falls into a body of water.

Theodore Nott

Burn - Theodore Nott x Female!Reader Hamiliton au 🙏🏻 / Reader finds out about Theodores affair he made public.

WIP’s

Tangled

Flynn Rider/Eugene Fitzherbert Rapunzel Mother Gothel

The Little Mermaid

Ariel Eric ( 1989 & Live Action ) Possibly Ariel's Sisters

Frozen

Anna Elsa Kristoff Hans

Beauty and The Beast

Belle Beast Gaston

Once Upon a Time

Killian Jones

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Golden Trio era

Draco Malfoy Ron Weasley Fred & George Weasley Hermione Granger

*FAN CASTS* Matheo Riddle Theodore Nott

The Marauders era

Regulus Black

Marvel

Bucky Barnes Steve Rogers Natasha Romanoff Peter Parker/Tom Tony Stark Loki Laufeyson Thor Odinson

Scooby Doo

Shaggy Rogers Fred Jones Velma Dinkley Daphne Blake

Twilight

Jacob Black

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore Bonnie Bennett Jeremy Gilbert

NCIS

Jethero Gibbs

Law & Order: SVU

Elliot Stabler Dominick Carisi Rafael Barba Nick Amaro Odafin Tutuola

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid Derek Morgan Aaron Hotchner

My Hero Academia

Dabi Katsuki Bakugou

Dividers, repost divider By saradika

Word Dividers by CafeKitsune

#last updated: Jan 5th 2024 #disney x reader #fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x y/n #harrypotter x reader #marvel x reader #disney x yn #flynnriderfanfic #flynn rider x reader #flynn rider x yn #tvd #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries x reader #the vampire diaries x yn #tvd x reader #tvd x yn #beauty and the beast #frozen #frozen 2 #elsa #anna #hans #scooby doo #scooby doo x reader #scooby doo x yn

[halsteadssneakylink]

character list

everything is x f!reader unless specified otherwise

if you want gn! or m!reader be sure mention it when you ask

the age of the characters determine the age of the reader (i won’t write anything with an illegal age gap)

the boys

frenchie

mothers milk

billy butcher

starlight (annie january)

kimiko

bridgerton

simon basset

anthony bridgerton

benedict bridgerton

kathani sharma

chicago fire

kelly severide

stella kidd

matt casey

sylvie brett

brian “otis” zvonecek

leslie shay

peter mills

chicago med

connor rhodes

will halstead

ethan choi

maggie lockwood

april sexton

chicago pd

jay halstead

erin lindsay

hailey upton

kevin atwater

adam ruzek

antonio dawson

eternals

thena

ikarus

ajak

kingo

gilgamesh

full house

jesse katsopolis

greys anatomy

meredith grey

christina yang

jackson avery

derek shepherd

addison montgomery

mark sloane

lexi grey

callie torres

hawaii five-0

steve mcgarrett

danny williams

chin ho kelly

kono kalakaua

adam noshimuri

kickin it

jack brewer

jerry martinez

kim crawford

mcu

steve rogers

tony stark

natasha romanoff

bruce banner

bucky barnes

sam wilson

wanda maximoff

stephen strange

t’challa

loki

yelena belova

carol danvers (pre & post powers)

mission impossible

ethan hunt

ilsa faust

benji dunn

august walker

narnia

peter pevensie

susan pevensie

edmund pevensie

caspian

outer banks

john b

jj

pope

sarah cameron

topper

rafe

the punisher

frank castle

billy russo

dinah madani

scandal

olivia pope

fitzgerald grant

abby whelan

harrison wright

shadow and bone

alina starkov

aleksander morozova (general kirigan/the darkling)

kaz brekker

nina zenik

jesper fahey

inej gafa

matthias

genya

star trek (aos)

james tiberius “jim” kirk

leonard “bones” mccoy

s’chn t’gai spock

nyota uhura

montgomery scott

hikaru sulu

supernatural

dean winchester

sam winchester

castiel

dad!bobby singer x child!reader

demon!dean

soulless!sam

svu

olivia benson

rafael barba

nick amaro

dominick “sonny” carisi

to all the boys

lara jean

john ambrose

peter kavinsky

margot

christine

trevor

top gun

pete “maverick” mitchell

nick “goose” bradshaw

tom “iceman” kazansky

charlotte blackwood

penny benjamin

bradley “rooster” bradshaw

jake “hangman” seresin

javy “coyote” machado

natasha “phoenix” trace

robert “bob” floyd

the witcher

geralt of rivia

yennefer of vengerberg

jaskier

rpf

ben barnes

chris evans

glen powell

jared padalecki

jensen ackles

karl urban

leo howard

noah centineo

oscar issac

scarlett johansson

sebastian stan

sophia bush

#the boys #bridgerton #chicago fire #chicago med #chicago pd #eternals #full house #greys anatomy #hawaii five 0 #kickin it #mcu #avengers #marvel #mission impossible #narnia #outer banks #the punisher #scandal #shadow and bone #star trek aos #supernatural #svu #to all the boys #top gun #top gun maverick #the witcher #rpf #spn rpf #mcu rpf

[wxckedwxrld]

Law & Order : SVU

imagines

Rafael Barba

#spotify #law and order svu #law and order #law and order svu imagine #Rafael Barba imagine #law and order Rafael Barba #law and order svu fanfic #law and order svu fanfiction #law and order special victims unit #law and order Rafael Barba imagine #Rafael Barba x you #rafael barba x reader #Rafael Barba x f!reader

[storiesofsvu]

You Never Knew?

Warnings: language, slight annoyance?  Fills the “Fade into You” by Mazzy Star Square on thatesqcrush​‘s Vday bingo. I won’t lie…this was the one that stumped me the most. I finally just said f it and picked out a couple of lines, then it took another week to try and figure out wtf I was going to do with it, then halfway through writing it I changed my mind but kept the same original plot/story opener so…bear with me… Technically Sonny x Fem!Reader?

**

Being one of the Senior A.D.A’s for sex crimes in Manhattan, you thought you’d actually get to see the inside of a courtroom once in a while, but apparently that wasn’t as true as you’d thought. Transferring in from Queens you were thankful to get to work alongside Rafael Barba for a few cases, he had a wonderful reputation, and actually respected you and your opinions. Even when you were working separate cases he often bounced ideas off you before taking them to trial. You were the next in command and the office knew it, you were well educated, and had been doing the job for years now, even if you were relatively new to the borough.

When shit hit the fan with Barba you were sad to see him resign, but wished him all the best, he gave you the best of kind words that he could, knowing that at least Manhattan SVU was left in good hands. That was of course until McCoy had convinced Peter Stone to stay on. You were immediately bypassed for any promotion, Chicago’s golden boy slipping into the office that should have been yours. It was a rocky year and a half that he was there, the squad was unwelcoming to him (all things considered, not surprising) and he stayed so sheltered up in his big office you rarely heard from him. You started taking on homicide and white collar cases just to stay busy as he sucked in more than he could handle. It drove you insane, but you knew he wouldn’t be able to keep it up.

Sure enough, he resigned just over a year after he started. Once again, you sat down with the bureau chief and McCoy, gently reminding them that you’d been with Manhattan sex crimes for four years, and Queens for another four before that. You’d been picking up cases as much as you could and you were damn good at what you did, your close rate sitting at a whopping 76%. Finally, you were moved up a couple of floors to take over the office previously held by the two men, as if the painstakingly hard work over the last eight years was finally paying off.

It lasted roughly two months before Sonny Carisi got hired on at the DA’s office. You knew he passed the bar roughly three years ago, and his goal had to become a lawyer all along so you weren’t surprised. You were even at his going away/welcome party at Beekman with the rest of the squad and DA’s office. While he was friendly, and you could admit, had a bit of a charming side to him, he was just a new coworker to you and you were ready to get back to work, finally being the senior A.D.A for the department.

Or so you thought. You knew Carisi had the years experience working as a cop in sex crimes, but the fact that he was a brand new first year A.D.A and was getting literally every call from their squad, was starting to piss you off. Even on nights when there were suddenly four cases at once, your phone didn’t ring, you simply heard him complaining about being overworked the next day in the break room. Occasionally he’d pop into your office, asking questions about how things should or would play out, you’d give him the best advice you could, and remind him that you could take any extra weight off his shoulders, remind him that if he needed to take a bit of a break and sit second chair he was more than welcome to hand a case over.

But he was stubborn as they came and the ratio of cases continued to be one to five. And when you did show up at the 16th, you were greeted with eye rolls and sighs. It was as if they’d forgotten that you’d been there three years longer than Sonny, or that they’d forgotten that a woman could even do this job, considering there were at least eight long standing female A.D.A’s you hoped it wasn’t that. You still did your job, you kept your win rate up, and you did what you needed to do to throw the bastards into jail, even if it seemed like no one appreciated it.

Sonny would show up at your office with questions, seeking your advice more and more as the time went on. You were surprised when he seemed to get more nervous with each visit rather than more comfortable, you thought the new position would feel comfortable by now, but who knew what was going on in that head of is. Eventually, he started to pass some cases off to you while he was swamped, (despite the fact that it should’ve been going the opposite way, but, at this point as long as you hand something to do that wasn’t paperwork, you didn’t really give a shit).

When you’d shown up to the 16th to take a case and even Olivia rolled her eyes you couldn’t take it anymore, snapping at her in remembrance of how there was more than just Carisi to help the squad work. Naturally your bosses heard about it and finally there was more of a leeway when it came to evenly spreading out the cases, and you were to take the ones they felt needed to be handled by a senior attorney.

Carisi ended up in your office more often than not know that things were nearly being forced to be open, you held it to be the memory of when it had been Barba’s office. You thought he might be pissy about the situation but he kept his head down and did his work, surprising you ever so often with a coffee or danish. Once there was even a Tupperware of homemade cannolis after you’d lost a particularly gruelling case. You thought this meant he was warming up, but he still rarely talked to you unless he needed an opinion, and the day you figured you’d return the favour of a coffee and a danish he barely looked at you and fumbled over his words.

Your interactions basically continued like this through the new year, winter took over the city and you took to adding a portable heater to your office to combat the cold while you worked later hours than normal. Friday night rolled around, you were still in your office, perched working through questioning and opening arguments when there was a knock at the door.

“Yeah?” You called, glancing up when you caught movement out of the corner of your eye, “Carisi, what’d’you need?”

“I-uh…I’m glad I caught ya…” .

“This about the Gallagher case?” You cocked a brow, “Calhoun can be a lot to deal with but she’s a friend, I can talk to her if you want?” Turning back to your work you watched out of the corner of your eye as he rung his hands.

“You’re..not mad I got the case instead of you?” Sighing, you dropped your forearms onto the desk, turning your attention to him.

“Gallagher’s a prick. Female defence, female judge, female Captain? Throw a female A.D.A in there and he’d be claiming there was some kind of sexist conspiracy going on to incriminate him further.” He nodded and you picked your pen back up, “and honestly I’d rather not deal with the whole situation. So, what did you need?”

Sonny felt his heart start to pick up more than it had before he’d even knocked on your office door. He wasn’t here to talk about the case, hell, half the times he showed up at your office he wasn’t actually there to talk about a case. He’d felt bad when he’d first started in the office, knowing that you had a hell of a lot of seniority on him yet all the attention was on him instead. He was genuinely surprised when you didn’t take it out on him, rather going to through the appropriate channels (minus the one blow up with Benson, but hey, you all had your moments). He thought he’d been getting somewhere recently, and decided to ball up and do it.

“Did you wanna drink?” He managed out. You paused in your work, your brows furrowed and lips pursed as you slowly lifted your head to fully take him in.

“There’s scotch in that cupboard,” you gestured with your pen, “but you don’t strike me as a scotch guy, even with the law degree.” His eyes glanced to where you’d pointed but he didn’t move, “listen, don’t you have cop friends you can go bitch about work with over a beer?”

“Oh..uh..I meant would ya want to go get a drink…with me?”

“Like to shoot the shit about work or are you asking me out?”

“I guess I’m askin’ you out.” He finally got his footing, shooting you a grin as his confidence returned, “kinda thought you felt the same after all the coffee exchanges.”

“Oh…sweetheart.” You half grimaced with laugh nearly taking over your cheeks, “I look at you and I see nothing.” He winced slightly at your words and before you could explain he spoke again.

“But…didn’t ya leave a Valentines card with that breakfast this morning?”

“No…” your brow furrowed, “I dropped you a coffee that was it.” He frowned, his glance turned down as your words sunk in, wondering how he could have misread things.

“Nothing…really?” He risked a glance back up at you and you jumped in your seat.

“Hold on! Sonny, it’s not what you think.” You noticed the way he suddenly unfroze at the use of his first name, “I uh…I don’t date men…”

“Really?”

“It’s office wide knowledge, I think it’s strange you never knew…”

“Oh..” he pondered over it for a minute, “Uh…sorry, I guess. I didn’t mean to offend or anythin’.”

“You didn’t.” You smiled, “you’re wrapped up for the day?”

“Uh, yeah why?”

“Cause I think I have a feeling I know who left you that present.” You flipped your file closed, starting to gather your things, “so let’s go have a drink as friends and talk about how to flirt with pretty girls.”

“Really?” His head tilted and you playfully rolled your eyes, he was adorable, in a puppy like way.

“Yeah,” you clapped at his arm, “but you’re payin since you technically asked me out.”

“Sure thing.” He laughed.

You were thankful that somehow, a potentially very awkward Valentines drink opened everything up and cleared the air between the two of you. Sonny started standing up for you more when it came to the squad, and you were able to finally work freely together without any hesitation or weirdness.

You were particularly happy when he came bounding into your office ecstatic that Alice had said yes to a first date but now needed your help coming up with a million and a half ideas of what to do. You laughed, asking if you could meet him for a drink after work to talk it over, gesturing to your girlfriend that you were in the middle of something. His eyes darted between the two of you, the case files, plea agreement and takeout on the table and he began to apologize profusely, saying he’d meet you downstairs at the end of the day leaving the two of you in a small fit of laughter.

It was one way to start a friendship, that was for sure.

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[thatesqcrush]

Coming Soon: Beautiful Sinner - a taboo romance fic feat Priest! Rafael Barba x f reader

Lmk if you wanna be tagged.

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[fatecantstopme]

Still Perfect

Pairing: Rafael Barba x plus size!reader

Summary: You're feeling self-conscious about your body and Rafael reminds you how beautiful you are.

Warnings: body image issues. Cursing. SMUT, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (p in v)

A/N: Spanish translations in brackets/italics after each sentence.

mi amor: my love

cariño/querida: sweetheart/dear/darling/baby/etc.

por favor: please

mi corazón: my heart

hermosa: beautiful/gorgeous

“I don’t wanna go,” you complained with a huff as you dropped onto the bed. 

“What’s wrong, mi amor?” Rafael asked gently. 

“I have nothing to wear.”

He chuckled softly. “For a woman with a wardrobe as extensive as yours, that seems unlikely.”

You groaned and laid back onto the bed. “None of it fits.”

“Now I know that’s not true. You’re currently wearing clothing.”

You glared at him. “I look homeless, Rafi. None of my cute clothes fit.”

“Cariño, you look cute in everything.”

As sweet as the comment was, it didn’t make you feel better. “But it’s a vacation…on a beach…there’s gonna be hot model babes running around everywhere.”

He sat down beside you and took your hand, concern evident on his face. You were normally such a confident woman, but you’d gained a fair amount of weight recently and it was definitely bringing you down. Rafael still thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world, but he was having a hard time making you see that too. 

“Mi amor, you have nothing to be concerned about. There will be a plethora of hot model dudes running around too. I certainly won’t be hanging out with them.” 

His tone was teasing, but you were so stuck in your head that you interpreted his meaning differently. “So I’m not as attractive as those women?”

He gave you a harsh look. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, hermosa. Nothing has changed for me. Nothing.”

Tears stung your eyes. “I’m too fat to sit comfortably on a plane, Rafi. I don’t wanna go. I hate my body so much right now,” you whispered. 

“I know, cariño, but you’re not too fat to do anything. You’re perfect. I don’t care that you’ve gained a little weight. You’re sexy as hell and I can’t wait to lay beside you on that beach and show you off.”

You looked up at him and offered him a small smile. You’d never loved anyone the way you loved him and you could see that same love reflected in his sparkling green eyes. 

“I love you, Rafi.”

He smiled in return. “Te amo mucho, (Y/N).” [I love you very much.]

He laid down beside you on his side and gently caressed your skin. His touch warmed your heart and your body. He had a truly special way of making you feel beautiful and loved. 

“But you know what I’m looking forward to most?” He whispered into your ear. “I’m looking forward to making love to you every place we can possibly think of…every inch of that hotel room, the private patio, the beach, the ocean…everywhere.”

You inhaled deeply, breathing his scent into your nostrils. Your body reacted to his words instantly, desire pooling in your abdomen. “Rafi…” you whispered. 

He knew exactly what you were asking for and he was never one to deny you. His lips met yours hungrily, his growing need for you evident in his kiss. 

He rolled his body so he was hovering over you, his lips never leaving yours. His long fingers ran down your sides before slipping under your shirt and dancing across your skin. 

Your body tensed slightly as his hands touched your soft flesh, a surge of insecurity hitting you. 

“I’ve got you, cariño. Let me love you, por favor,” he murmured. 

You nodded and tried your best to relax. As usual, his touch and his kiss were enough to push the negative thoughts from your mind. 

You allowed him to remove your shirt and he let out a low growl when he noticed you weren’t wearing a bra. His mouth immediately latched on to your breast, a groan of enjoyment sounding from deep in his throat.

As much as he loved your breasts—and god help him, he loved them—he desperately needed to taste you.

He made quick work of removing your shorts and your underwear, but he forced himself to slow down and give your body the love it deserved.

His lips touched every inch of your skin he could reach, slowly, sensually moving down towards your core. He took his time, his touches reverent, his kisses adoring.

“Rafi, please,” you begged.

He looked up at you with a soft expression. “Do you feel beautiful?”

You shouldn’t have been surprised by his question. Rafael cared about your feelings more than anything. “I feel beautiful,” you whispered honestly.

He smiled warmly. “Do you feel loved?”

“I feel worshipped.”

“Oh cariño. You haven’t seen worship.”

You found yourself unable to respond as he licked his way between your folds and began his delicious assault on your pussy.

“Rafi!” You gasped, fingers entwining in his hair.

He tugged your hips closer to him, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. He needed you more than he needed to breathe—mouth never leaving your core.

You couldn’t keep still as he feasted. Every inch of your body was alight with desire, a desperate need to feel him everywhere.

As if he read your mind, his hands began to travel, caressing you and squeezing your flesh…gently digging his long fingers into your skin. He left a blaze of euphoria in his wake, a feeling only eclipsed by the tightening in your belly.

He knew you were close and he suddenly realized how badly he wanted to taste your release. He sped up his ministrations, his own hips digging into the mattress in search of some relief.

Within seconds, he sent you spiraling over the edge with a cry of his name. He worked you through the pleasure, not stopping until your last aftershock had passed.

“Can I make love to you, mi amor?” Rafael asked softly when he came up for air.

You were breathless and content, but when you saw the look in his eyes, you felt the fire within you begin to grow again. “Por favor.”

He smiled and pulled away from you, quickly ridding himself of his clothing. When his cock sprung free, you reached for it almost instinctively, but Rafael grabbed your hand.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why?” You pouted.

“If I feel those pretty little hands wrapped around me, I won’t last long enough to make you cum again.”

You sat up slightly, propping yourself up on your elbows. “But I wanna touch you, Rafi,” you purred.

“Querida…” he murmured hesitantly.

“Just for a moment…”

The hungry look on your face made him give in. “Alright, just for a moment—mierda.” [shit/fuck]

You stroked him slowly, paying special attention to the throbbing tip. You spread the precum leaking from his cock around the head, causing him to buck his hips against your hand.

His breathing was labored as he watched your hands—so small around his thick cock. “Cariño, por favor,” he begged.

In response, you dragged the head of his cock between your folds, causing both of you to moan at the sensation.

“Mi amor…”

You nodded your head in permission. “Make love to me, Rafael.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. In one fluid motion, he slid his cock into you all the way to the hilt. He paused before moving, forehead falling against yours, slightly breathless.

“You’re always so tight, hermosa,” he mumbled.

You moved your hips in response, silently begging him to move. You craved the friction he would provide and the inevitable release he would coax from you.

He picked up on your indication and began to slowly pull out of you, only to plunge back in with force. He repeated the motion a few times before speeding up, but his focus never left your face.

He watched your expressions, taking note of every reaction you made. Every time you closed your eyes, every moan that escaped your lips, every tilt of the head…

Every time your nails dug into his back or your pussy clenched him extra tight, moans of pleasure forced their way out of his mouth. Rafael could never be considered a quiet man, and the same was true in the bedroom.

You loved hearing the sounds he made, just as much as he loved hearing yours. Although you would never admit it to him, what you loved most was the way he talked to you in bed…especially when he was so far gone that the only words slipping out were in Spanish. You couldn’t explain why it turned you on, all you knew was that it did.

Rafael wouldn’t admit it to you, but he knew the effect his whispered Spanish had on you—and he never hesitated to use it to his advantage.

“Cariño, te sientas muy bien. Me encanta la forma en que me aprietas tan fuerte." [Sweetheart, you feel so good. I love the way you’re squeezing me so tight.]

Your nails raked down his back and a desperate moan left your lips. “Please,” you begged—though you weren’t sure exactly what you were begging for.

“Qué necesitas, mi amor? Digame." [What do you need, my love? Talk to me.]

“More. You.”

He smiled at your inability to form a coherent sentence. He leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Cualquier cosa por ti, Querida." [Anything for you, baby.]

He shifted his hips just enough so that he hit your g-spot with each thrust. Within seconds, he could feel you nearing the edge, but he wanted—needed—to feel you cum with him.

“Wait for me, cariño.”

“I—I can’t—“

“Yes you can. Just a little longer.”

You closed your eyes and focused on holding off your impending orgasm. Every sensation flooding through your body was pure pleasure and you could feel yourself losing control.

“Rafi, please,” you gasped.

A couple more thrusts and he whispered, “Ven conmigo." [Come with me.]

You cried out as you came, fingers gripping Rafael’s back like your life depended on it.

He exploded with a gasp of your name, hips finally beginning to falter.

He didn’t stop moving until you’d come down from your high. He lips met your heated skin and he whispered sweet nothings to you.

Finally, he collapsed beside you, taking a moment to catch his breath before dragging himself to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth.

He cleaned you up gently, as he always did, before crawling back into the bed beside you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He tugged you into him and placed soft kisses to your neck and shoulder.

“Anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?” he asked softly.

“Nope. No one. Ever,” you said in a teasing tone.

He laughed warmly. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world, mi corazon and I love you.”

You turned your head to look into his warm green eyes. “Te amo, Rafi, con todo mi corazon.” [I love you, Rafi, with all my heart.]

His lips met yours in a gentle kiss. “Te amo mucho, querida. Más que la vida." [I love you so much, baby. More than life.]

#rafael barba x reader #rafael barba x plus size!reader #rafael barba x reader smut #rafael barba smut #law and order svu #law and order svu smut #barba x reader #barba x reader smut

[thelemontree]

Muscle Memory (Rafael Barba x Reader)

Paring: Rafael Barba x f!Reader

Summary: You hadn't seen Rafael in nearly three years. When he left—and shattered your heart in the process—you didn't think you'd ever recover. But now, just as you finally starting to feel like you might be okay, he waltzes right back into the SVU precinct, into your life, and fucks everything up.

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: angst with a happy ending, explicit language, canon typical rape mention (off-screen, no details), breakups + makeups, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, p in v sex, praise + dirty talk, mentions of a sex toy

A/N: Rafael Barba my beloved <3 my first SVU fic after being a long time reader! I love this show and I love Barba. Takes place during the episode "Sightless in a Savage Land." (Rafael Barba + a beard = my untimely death.) I was listening to Muscle Memory by Lights when I got the idea for this, so it's very loosely based on that song. Anyways, enjoy, and be prepared for more SVU fics in the future bc I am deep in that rabbit hole hehe.

The last time you ever saw or spoke to Rafael Barba was nearly three years ago, when he decided to leave both the DA’s office and New York City. And, in turn, you.

He asked you to go with him—begged you, really. Told you he loved you and couldn’t see a life without you. After years of casual flirting and simmering tension, you both realized how badly you wanted—no, needed—each other. At that point, you had been together for almost a year and you were completely, head-over-heels in love with him. You wanted to go with him, but you couldn’t leave your job at SVU and your life behind. As much as it hurt, you told him no. An explosive fight ensued and you both said things you’d later come to regret, but in the moment you were both too hurt to care. He stormed out of your apartment and slammed your front door behind him, leaving you a sobbing mess in your living room.

It took time, a whole lot of effort, and a little bit of booze along the way, but now you felt like you were finally in a good place. You were back to cracking jokes with Carisi, going out for girls' nights with Liv and Amanda, and Kat, the SVU newbie, even got you to consider starting to date again. You still missed Rafael, but the hurt had dulled over time, and you found yourself wanting to move on, once and for all.

All of that came crashing down, though, when you walked into work one morning and came face-to-face with Rafael, exiting Olivia’s office. When you saw each other, you couldn’t help the pained gasp that you let out. Hot tears started to well in your eyes at the soft look he gave you. The whole precinct seemed to come to a standstill—Amanda looked at you from her desk, concern etched on her face; Olivia looked a little guilty; Fin looked like he was waiting for a bomb to go off; and Kat’s eyes moved between you and Rafael, her brows drawn together in confusion before she finally realized what was happening.

Rafael breathed your name out in a pained whisper, and that’s all it took to break you out of your reverie. Before he could say anything else, you squared your shoulders and walked straight past him to your desk. You didn’t say a word to anybody as you got to work, focused solely on not letting yourself cry in front of everybody—especially him. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you and it made you want to scream.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Olivia place a hand on Rafael’s shoulder. She said something to him, her voice too quiet for you to know what it was, and he nodded his head solemnly. He looked over at you for a moment before he went to the elevators. Olivia turned to her squad of detectives, who were all still stunned from the quiet scene that just unfolded. With a small sigh, Olivia clapped her hands together, bringing everyone to attention.

“Back to work, everybody. We’ve got lives to save and people to protect.”

Reluctantly, your fellow detectives turned back to their work, but you could still feel their occasional glances your way. As Olivia walked past your desk to her office, she stopped and put a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Want to come into my office for a minute, detective?”

You followed Olivia into her office, plopping down on her couch as she closed the door. You sighed, running your hands over your face. The tears were still threatening to fall from your eyes, and you did everything you could to will them back inside your tear ducts.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t expecting him to show up like that,” Olivia said, her voice apologetic. You looked at her and offered her a tired smile.

“It’s fine, Liv. I just… Was not prepared to see him again, not like this. Everything just came flooding back and hit me all at once,” you replied. “Why was he even here, anyway?”

Olivia sighed and shook her head. “When I heard he was in town, I asked him to meet up for coffee and may have suggested that he talk with Mickey Davis, just to hear his story and see if there was any way he could help him out. I didn’t think he’d take Mickey on as a client.”

You rolled your eyes at that. Rafael taking Mickey on as a client didn’t surprise you in the slightest. You didn’t blame the guy for killing his teenage daughter’s abuser—you probably would have done the same thing if you were in his position. And if you were in Rafael’s position, you would’ve been lined up to defend Mickey, too. But hearing Olivia say she didn’t expect him to take Mickey on did surprise you—she knew Rafael as well as you did and that he couldn’t just walk away from this once she brought him into it.

You weren’t mad at her, though. Just because you and Rafael had a rough break-up didn’t mean everyone else had to cut him out of their lives. You knew Olivia just wanted to help Mickey the best way she could, and you’d be damned if you didn’t agree that Rafael would be his best shot.

“Well, that makes sense, I guess. Can’t say I’m surprised,” you huffed. “At least I wasn’t on that case. Minimizes my interactions with him.”

Olivia chuckled. “Yeah, I guess there’s that bright side.”

You stood from her couch and gave her a small smile. You could tell she had more apologies in her, knowing how hard it must’ve been for you to see him so out-of-the-blue, but you waved her off before she could start. “Don’t worry about me, Liv. I’ll be fine. And I’m not mad. Honestly, if things were different, I probably would’ve gone to Rafael, too.”

You walked out of Olivia’s office and were relieved to find that everyone had returned to work as normal. Amanda looked up at you and gave you a reassuring smile, letting you know she was there for you if needed anything. Over the years, you and her had become two peas in a pod, and you were grateful to have a friend and a partner in her. You sat down at your desk and got to work going through your case files.

Your desk phone rang and you answered it, “Detective L/N, Manhattan Special Victims Unit.”

And now your work for the day has really begun.

***

You were dead on your feet by the time you got home. You and Amanda had picked up a new case—a rape victim found in Central Park—and spent a majority of the day working on that. Neither of you had gotten very far on it, which wasn’t unusual, but you always felt a little defeated when you went home at the end of the day with little to show.

When you stepped into your apartment, all you wanted was to take a hot shower, order take-out, and crash. After putting all your stuff away, you walked into your kitchen and pulled out the take-out menu for your favorite Chinese place. As you scanned the menu and thought about what you were going to order, there was a knock at your door. You looked up and scrunched your eyebrows together—you weren’t expecting company, and none of your friends were the type to just show up to your place unannounced, especially on a weeknight. With a sigh, you set the menu down on your counter and walked over to your front door. You looked through the peephole and took a surprised step back when you saw who was on the other side.

Rafael.

You stood there for a few moments, staring at your front door, too shocked that he was at your apartment to do anything. He knocked again, this time a little more insistently, and said, “I know you’re inside, Y/N. Please open the door.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. When you opened them, you lifted shaky hands to the locks on the door and undid them, slowly pulling it open. Without the hustle and bustle of the police precinct and the surprise of running into him at work, you could stand there and take him in. He looked different—a little bit older, a little bit grayer—but just as handsome as the last time you saw him. There was a pang of sadness in your chest. You were reminded then, standing in your doorway and just staring at each other, how much you still missed him.

“Hi,” he said lamely, breaking the silence. He looked just as nervous as you did, a hesitant smile visible behind his full beard. (You took note of his new feature a little ruefully—you had wanted him to grow out his facial hair, but he always told you, saying beards made him too itchy.) You stood there and stared at him for a second more before replying.

“Hi.”

Before, conversation always flowed so easily between the two of you. You hadn’t realized how much of a chatterbox Rafael was until you started dating, but you found it endearing. You liked hearing him talk about the things he was passionate about. Now, the uncomfortable silence felt so foreign, and it made you fidget.

“I, uh, I don’t know why I came here, to be honest,” Rafael said, clearing his throat. “After seeing you this morning, I just… I don’t know. I wanted to see you again.”

You felt your resolve start to crumble. You’d spent so much time trying to get over him, trying to move on with your life, and just when you felt like you were starting to get somewhere, he shows up out of the blue and wrecks it all. You wanted nothing more than to drag him into your apartment and pretend like the past three years hadn’t happened, that you were back to where you were before you broke each other’s heart.

Rafael must have taken your silence as disinterest rather than being at war with yourself internally. He sighed and shook his head, making to turn around and leave. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just shown up like this. I’m going to go.”

You felt panic rise up in you at the thought of him leaving again and before you could stop yourself, you said, “Wait! Don’t go. Come inside. Please.”

Rafael looked at you, surprise etched on your face. He hadn’t expected you to invite him in so suddenly, but he wasn’t about to let the opportunity to talk to you slip from his fingers. He nodded and stepped into your apartment. You closed the door and slipped the locks back into place before joining Rafael in the living room.

You cleared your throat and gestured to the couch. “You can, uh, sit down, if you want to.”

“Yeah, okay. Sure. Thanks.”

Rafael took a seat at the end of your couch and you moved to sit on the opposite end of it. Now that he was inside of your apartment, you didn’t know what to do, what to say. You hated how awkward and uncomfortable the air surrounding you two felt.

“I’m sorry,” Rafael blurted out after another few minutes of silence. He turned on the couch to face you, his eyes filled with tears and his face pulled into a grimace. “I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have left you the way that I did. I shouldn’t have stormed out of here and took off without another word. I was an idiot—such a fucking idiot—and I’m so sorry for hurting you. You were the best thing that ever happened to me, and I fucked it all up.”

You scooted closer to him on the couch, taking one of his trembling hands in yours. The tears you had successfully kept at bay all day had started to fall, and you tried to steady your breathing to avoid breaking out into a full on sob. You looked up at him and broke when you saw his tears falling, too.

“Rafael,” your voice broke and you could barely get another word out. Looking back on the fight that ended your relationship, you knew you were both to blame for it. You were both cruel to each other, saying things you didn’t mean but knew would cut the other deeply. You called him selfish and accused him of not truly loving you if he expected you to give up your career just because he gave up his. He said the only thing you were capable of loving was your job and that you were his biggest mistake. It was messy and awful and you wished that you could take that night back.

He lifted his other hand to push your hair behind your ear and cup your cheek. “I still love you, Y/N. I never stopped.”

You couldn’t find the words to express what you were feeling. Instead of trying to articulate everything going on in your brain, you leaned forward and kissed him. You figured that if your words were going to fail you, you could just show him.

Rafael was surprised at the first brush of your lips against his, but he quickly warmed up. He kissed you back with equal fervor, tracing his tongue against your bottom lip. You moaned quietly into his mouth when you opened up and felt the first touch of his tongue against yours. His hand slid into your hair, pulling you even closer against him. You pushed him into the back of the couch and moved to straddle his lap, not once breaking the kiss.

The hand that wasn’t tangled in your hair ghosted up your front, his fingers lightly tracing your skin over your shirt. He took one of your breasts in his hand and squeezed it, grinning into the kiss at the sound of your resulting groan. He wrapped his arm around you, planting his hand in between your shoulder blades so he could pull you flush against him. There was virtually no space between the two of you anymore, and you couldn’t shake just how right it felt to be back in his embrace.

When you finally pulled away to catch your breath, you leaned your forehead against his, your eyes still closed. You breathed in each other’s air, both panting heavily. When you finally opened your eyes, you saw Rafael staring up at you, his eyes a mixture of tenderness and wonder.

“Bedroom?” you asked him shakily. He nodded his agreement, and you reluctantly pulled yourself off of him. When he stood from the couch, he took your hand in his, pulling it up to his lips. He kissed each of your knuckles, looking at you through his lashes the whole time. The moment was both incredibly intimate and arousing. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest, your breaths were coming in short pants, and you were uncomfortably wet. He still knew how to get you riled up.

“Lead the way, cariño.”

You pulled him into your bedroom and once the door was shut behind you, you pulled him into another kiss. It was hot and desperate, all teeth and tongues. He gripped your hips tight enough that you know there’d be fingertip-shaped bruises in the morning. The thought sent a shiver through your body. He remembered how much you liked finding his marks on your body.

The next thing you knew, Rafael was gripping you even tighter as he lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he turned and took the few steps over to your bed. He laid you down gently, settling himself in between your thighs. He ground down into you, and you could feel his hard cock through his slacks, and you broke away to whimper.

Rafael took the opportunity to start peppering kisses over your cheek and jawline. He moved down to your throat, sucking and nipping at the base of it. You gasped at the sensation, your hips bucking up against his, and he groaned against your skin. Even though it’d been years since he last touched you like this, he still knew all the things you liked and all the ways he could unravel you underneath him.

He unbuttoned your shirt, trying to restrain himself from just ripping the damn thing off of you. Once it was gone, he sat up so he could rid himself of his own button-up and undershirt. While he took off his top two layers, you arched your back to reach behind you and unhook your bra, tossing it to the floor. He let out an appreciative groan at the sight of you.

“So fucking beautiful,” he said, his voice hoarse. You leaned down to kiss you again before moving his mouth down to your breasts. He took your left nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it while one of his hands tweaked your other nipple. He laid there for some time, lavishing your tits with attention, moving his mouth from one nipple to the other, his fingers following, while you squirmed and whined underneath him. The scratch of his beard against your skin burned in the best way possible, and you wanted nothing more than to feel it in between your legs.

Rafael must’ve read your mind, because he started to kiss down your stomach, occasionally sucking and biting at the soft skin there. He sat back on his heels to undo the button and pull down the zipper of your pants. You lifted your hips off of the mattress to help him pull them off of you. Once your jeans were gone, Rafael’s head was between your legs, nipping and sucking at the flesh of your thighs. You whimpered at the feeling of his beard scratching your sensitive skin and could feel him smirk against you as squirmed and tried to get closer to his face.

Ghosting his lips over your clothed pussy, he reached up and hooked his thumbs into your panties, slowly pulling them off of you. You could feel his breath against your slick folds and it made you shiver. Rafael looked up at you—his pupils blown wide, lips red and kiss swollen.

“It’s been too long since I’ve had my tongue in this pretty pussy” Rafael said, one of his thumbs running up your slit lightly, stopping just short of your clit. You gasped at the sensation. “Can I taste you, sweet girl? Please, let me taste you.”

“God, Rafa, yes,” you answered, nodding your head enthusiastically. Without missing a beat, Rafael ducked his head, flattening his tongue against you and licking a broad line up your pussy. You let out a broken moan, your hips bucking up, trying to chase his tongue, but he gripped your hips and pressed you down into the bed.

He moved to your clit, sucking it into his mouth as he brought one hand down to tease his fingers through your folds. Slowly, he pushed one finger inside of you and began pumping it in and out languidly. You gasped, throwing your head back into your pillows as your hands sought purchase in his hair. You tugged on the short strands, pulling his face closer to you. He groaned into your pussy, the sound reverberating through your body. He pulled off of your clit with a lewd pop, slipping another finger inside of you. He leaned his cheek against the inside of your thigh, his breath coming out in short pants.

“You feel so good wrapped around my fingers, baby. So tight and wet.” He started to speed up, crooking his fingers and finding your sweet spot right away. “I missed you so much, Y/N. I thought about you, about this, about being back in your arms, every day.”

His words and his fingers were too much. The coil in your belly started to tighten and you were gasping for breath. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t think—all you could do was let out tiny, broken moans and focus on how good Rafael was making you feel.

“You’re close, cariño, I can feel it. Can feel the way your pussy is tightening up. Come for me, Y/N. Come for me, let me feel it, let me see it.”

He took your clit into his mouth and sucked hard at the same time he hit your sweet spot again, and you were done for. You came with a gasp that turned into a long, drawn-out moan as your pussy spasmed around Rafael’s fingers.

Rafael worked you through your orgasm with his fingers, whispering praises into the skin of your thighs. “That’s it, baby, that’s it. Good girl. Such a good girl for me.”

When you finally came down and your breathing evened out, you slowly blinked open your eyes. You looked down to find Rafael staring up at you, his gaze a bit softer than before. His fingers were still inside of you, and as your eyes met his, he slowly pulled them out, smirking at the soft whimper you let out at the slow drag of his fingers.

Rafael kissed his way up the length of your body until he captured your lips with his. He kissed you slowly, taking his time to explore your mouth with his tongue. You wrapped your arms around his back and your legs around his waist, angling your hips upward to brush your bare pussy against his cock, hard and still trapped beneath his slacks. He pulled away from your mouth to hiss at the slight friction. You did it again, smirking as he dropped his face to the crook of your neck and groaned. He nipped at your pulse point, just hard enough to leave a mark that’d last for the rest of the night but be gone before you had to go to work in the morning.

“Rafa,” you breathed out, still softly grinding up against him. “Take your pants off. Want you to fuck me.”

He nodded, his face still buried in your neck and the feeling of his beard against your skin making you shiver. He pulled away and stood from the bed, eyes never leaving yours as he removed his pants and boxer briefs, leaving him bare before you. You took your bottom lip in between your teeth as you openly ogled him. Your pussy clenched at the sight of his cock, just as beautiful as you remembered it. He wasn’t overly long, about average length, but he was on the thicker side and filled you perfectly. When you finally dragged your eyes up back to Rafael’s face, he was looking at you with a smug smirk.

“Like what you see, cariño?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Always.”

Rafael opened the drawer of your bedside table to pull out a condom. He didn’t even ask if you’d moved them, moving on muscle memory. You knew he’d find them, though, because you hadn’t moved them since the last time he pulled one out. There was a new addition to your bedside drawer, though: a purple rabbit vibrator that you bought while drunk, sad, and horny. It was one of your best purchases of the last three years. Before grabbing a condom, Rafael pulled the vibrator out and inspected it with a smirk.

“Hmm, you’ll have to give me a demonstration of how this works one of these days.” Your heart fluttered at the idea of whatever you two had going on right now not being a one-time thing.

He set the vibrator back down in the drawer and pulled out a condom. He joined you back on the bed, giving his cock a couple of strokes before tearing open the little foil packet and rolling the condom onto himself. He leaned down to kiss you, putting some of his weight onto you and pressing you into the mattress. Feeling him on top of you like that was always one of your favorite things.

Rafael pulled away and smiled at you as he grabbed his cock in one hand and guided himself to your entrance. He teased you a little, barely pushing the tip in. He liked watching you squirm underneath him.

“Please, Rafa,” you whined, trying to get him to push into you more. “Please don’t tease me.”

“Shh, cariño,” he soothed, his other hand coming up to stroke the side of your face. You nuzzled your cheek into his hand, turning slightly to press kisses to his palm. “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry. Just be patient.”

Finally, Rafael started to push his cock into you more. He went slowly, relishing the feeling of your walls being wrapped around him again. You both groaned at the feeling. It didn’t just feel good—it felt right. Like you two were missing puzzle pieces, finally locked together. You knew then that you never wanted to let him go again.

When Rafael bottomed out, he crushed his forehead against yours, his eyes scrunched shut. He was breathing heavily, and as much as you wanted him to move, you knew he was trying to hold back. He wasn’t going to last long, but that was okay—neither were you.

“How long?” you asked breathlessly. He sat up a bit, blinking his eyes open. He looked at you, confusion etched on his face.

“Huh?”

You rolled your hips a little and gasped, hoping he got the message. He groaned, dropping onto one of his forearms as his hand gave out. He was panting into your ear, trying to gain a little bit of composure.

“Not since,” he panted, giving his hips an experimental thrust that had you both moaning. “Not since the last time I was with you.”

“Me neither, Rafael. Me neither. I couldn’t do it, not with anybody but you,” you said, grasping his face in your hands and pulling him down to kiss you. He moaned into your mouth, not really trying to kiss you back, but wanting to feel your mouth on his.

Finally, he started to move. At first, his pace was slow—he took his time pulling nearly all the way out before thrusting back in. He liked watching your face when he did this, how your eyebrows would scrunch together and your mouth would fall open in small moans. But soon enough, his resolve began to crack, and he started to pound into you harder, punching the breath from your gut. You ran your fingers through his hair at the back of his head, holding onto dear life.

“Yes, Rafa, just like that,” you moaned, trying to roll your hips to meet his thrusts. “Don’t stop.”

Rafael grunted in response. He dipped his head down to your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses all over your skin. One of his hands snaked down between your bodies, finding your clit with his thumb and rubbing it in small, tight circles. You let out a cry at the sensation, the coil in your belly beginning to wind once again.

“I’m so close, Y/N,” Rafael said into your neck. “Want to feel you come on cock. I need it, baby. Need you to come for me.”

You nodded your head, unable to form any words. There was too much happening—the feeling of Rafael’s cock dragging along your walls, his thumb on your clit, the dirty words he was whispering in your ear.

“Come on, Y/N, I know you’re close. Be a good girl and come on my cock, cariño.”

When one particularly hard thrust had him hitting you just right, you couldn’t hold it back any longer. You came with a loud, broken moan, your back arching off the bed as you nearly ripped Rafael’s hair out. Your pussy clenched Rafael’s cock in a vice as he kept fucking into you, chasing his own orgasm. After two, three more thrusts, he let out a deep, low groan as he came. His hips slowed as he worked you both through your highs.

When you came down, your legs were shaking and you could barely open your eyes. Rafael kissed his way up your neck and across the side of your face until he could capture your lips between his. It was slow and sweet, and you whined as he pulled away. Carefully, Rafael pulled his softening cock out of your pussy, making him hiss and you whimper at the feeling of being empty. Your eyes were still closed, so you didn’t see him get up from the bed and stand on wobbly legs.

You had started to doze off when you felt the cool washcloth start cleaning up in between your legs. It made you jerk awake, your eyes shooting open. Rafael was silent as he cleaned you up and you watched him work. Once he was done, he got up to put the cloth into your hamper and started to pick up his clothes.

Frowning at him, you asked, “what are you doing?”

He looked up at you, a bit of a solemn expression on his face. He looked like he was about to cry. “I was just, uh, getting my clothes together. I don’t know if you want me to stay, and I don’t want to be presumptuous.”

You sighed and used the rest of your energy to sit up. “Come sit with me,” you said softly.

Rafael set his clothes back down on the floor as he sat down next to you on the bed. His hands were fidgeting in his lap and he stared at them. You placed one of your hands on both of his and he looked up at you, eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

“Rafael, I still love you too, you know. I never stopped. When you left…” you huffed out a sigh and a dry chuckle. “I was in hell. I didn’t think I was ever gonna get over you. I never really did, if I’m being honest. Recently I thought I was in more of a better place, but I still missed you. I still wished that I was yours and you were mine. Not going with you has been one of my biggest regrets.”

You thought that hearing how much you still loved him would’ve made Rafael feel better, but you weren’t anticipating the opposite reaction. You didn’t think it was possible for his face to fall even more than it already had.

“Please don’t say that, Y/N. I shouldn’t have asked you to come with me. I shouldn’t have put you in that position. I knew how much you loved your job—how much you still do—and I shouldn’t have asked you to give that all up for me. I don’t want you to regret not coming with me, because I regret not staying here and rebuilding my life with you.”

You leaned into Rafael for a kiss, leaning your forehead against his when you pulled away. The two of you sat like that for a while, content to just be near each other. You had missed this more than anything—just being able to be with him.

“How long are you in New York for?” you asked as you pulled away. Rafael sighed and lifted one of his arms to put around your shoulders. You cuddled into his side, wrapping your arm around him and resting your head on his chest.

“For good. I took a job with the Innocence Project in their New York offices.”

You sat back up to look at him, scanning his face for any indication that he was lying. He wasn’t. Your heart felt like it was going to burst from your chest.

“Are you serious? You’re back for good?”

He nodded, a soft smile on his face. “I am, cariño. And I promise you, I’m not going anywhere this time.”

You knew you both still had a lot to work out and things to settle from the last time you saw each other, but in that moment none of that mattered to you. All you cared about was that the love of your life was back home, back with you, and you felt whole again.

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A Wonderful, Awful Idea

A Story in the Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi x Frederick Chilton x Reader Mafia AU

Written with @pascalispretty who also did our moodboard which is why it looks so lovely. We took so much longer on this than we thought we would lol. Cross posted on ao3!

This is a fill for @storiesofsvu 's bingo that must not be named anymore. Thanks Tumblr. Fulfilling the Grinch Square.

Warnings: dogs wearing sweaters, Sonny is nearly defeated by a dog and his toys, mentions of violence (entirely justified and understandable for anyone who has ever had to sit through taking a family picture), Fred is irritated, Fred is upset, Fred is snarky, Fred is a Grinch. Family pictures, Rafa is a little drunk, Sonny plots, Christmas themed lingerie, Fred makes a lot of empty threats, and sex. Dirty talk, Rafa is a tease, kissing, groping (m. and f. receiving), Christmas-light bondage, oral sex (m. and f. receiving), vaginal fingering, hair pulling, breast fucking, vaginal sex, teasing Fred, praise kink, multiple orgasms, anal fingering (m. receiving), anal sex (m. receiving), hand jobs, a little bit of cuddling, and Fred is an asshole. Rating: E Word Count: 12218 Summary: Sonny is determined to get a family photo--Fred has other ideas. And that old Grinch was so smart and so slick.

“Boliche--Boli, please just, will you hold still?!” You hide your smile and do your best not to laugh. You don’t want to encourage the big pit bull, but the sight of the tall lanky man holding a sweater in front of him chasing after the dog proves too much for you. Sonny turns when he hears you snort and glares at you. He opens his mouth, likely about to inform you for the fourth time that you aren’t helping, but steps on a Wubba and falls on his ass instead, his surprised “oh!” barely louder than the shrieky squeak from the bright purple toy.

Boli trots over to investigate his fallen comrade, sniffing his face before head butting him in the neck and barking when Sonny chokes and tries to shove him off. The dog drops his head to the ground, butt in the air and stumpy tail wriggling as fast as it can, clearly assuming that this is a new facet of the fun game they had just been playing.

“How’s dressing the dog coming, sweetie?” you tease, leaning against the wall next to the Christmas tree. Sonny glares at you over his shoulder and turns back to the dog, casually hiding his hands behind his back and calling,

“Come here bubba, who’s a good boy? Huh? Are you my perfect baby? Oh, come here handsome man!” Boliche inches closer to him, getting about an arm’s length away, before barking in his face again and running off. He does two laps around the room, big feet scrabbling on the polished wood floors the entire time, coming back around to jump directly onto Sonny’s back.

“Dominick, are you done yet?” Rafa asks, ambling into the room. He takes in the scene in front of him, Sonny nearly folded in half at the waist with Boliche nipping and licking at his ears and his hair, and shakes his head. “I’ll take that as a no. Have you tried the hot dogs yet?”

“I was gonna--oof! Jesus, boy, watch your fucking teeth--try that next boss, I figured I’d just, you know--” Boliche kicks him in the kidney as he tries to climb onto his shoulders and Sonny groans in pain, grabbing at the dog’s legs. Rafa wrinkles his nose and winces sympathetically before turning to you and smiling.

“Would you...?” You nod before leaning into his space and kissing his cheek. Rafa smacks your ass as you turn to walk away and calls after you, “An ice pack would be a good idea too!”

You pass Fred’s office on your way to the kitchen, sticking your head in to see that he hasn’t moved from the same spot he had been in a half an hour ago when you and Sonny had passed by on your way to wrangle the dog. He doesn’t acknowledge you when you slip inside and jumps in his seat when you card your fingers in his fluffy hair.

“Hey, it’s just me,” you soothe, smiling down at him and tugging gently. He flicks a brief glare up at you and shrugs, pulling his head out of reach and continuing to stare intently at his laptop.

“What do you want?” he asks sourly, shoulders stiff and perfectly manicured nails tapping irritably on the aluminum. You clearly see his eyes not moving from the center of his screen and sigh, dropping your hand to the back of his chair.

“You can stop pretending to read whatever that is Fred, you aren’t fooling anyone.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he sniffs, chin inching higher. “I’ve read an entire paragraph since you startled me.”

“Scared the crap out of you, you mean,” you correct with a grin.

“Interrupted very important work,” he argues, lips thinning, eyes narrowing, and left knee starting to bounce. “Which I would like to get back to, so if you wouldn’t mind telling me what you came in here for…?”

You smile softly at him and at the irritation that was pouring off of him in waves and shake your head, sliding your hand gently back into his hair briefly before retreating to the doorway.

“Just wanted to let you know we’ll be all ready to go in a few minutes, so you should wrap up that page that you’re definitely still reading and come out and join us. Family picture means the whole family, hon.”

“This is absolutely ludicrous,” he complains. “It’s not like we’re sending out Christmas cards to the other criminals in our organization--what do we need a ‘Christmas picture’ for?”

“Sonny wants one for just us, and Rafa and I think it’s a nice idea. You were out voted Fred, get your butt in gear and come out,” you reply over your shoulder as you make your way back through the door.

“Family fucking picture my gorgeous behind. Just another excuse to play into the monetization of this stupid Hallmark holiday, decorating the entire fucking house like some sort of department store Santa set…Probably going to go out and buy some ridiculous “Christmas” themed frame to put this in--I swear to God, capitalism has ruined this whole damn country; forcing a man to participate in this antiquated ritual…” You hear him muttering angrily to himself as you walk down the hall to the kitchen and smile, rolling your eyes.

Grabbing one of the dozens of ice packs that Rafa insists–with good reason–on keeping in the freezer and wrapping it in a dishtowel, you open the fridge and rifle through the contents for a minute before landing on the package of all beef kosher hot dogs. You pull it out and huff a quiet laugh at the message written on the front in Sonny’s sloppy handwriting: “IF YOUR NAME ISN’T BOLICHE GET YOUR HANDS OFF THESE HOT DOGS. (IF IT IS BOLICHE GET OUT OF THE FRIDGE YOU BAD DOG.)” The thick black Sharpie only accentuates the chicken scratch.

“Sonny, I swear…” you mumble, pulling one out and making a face at the feeling of uncooked hot dog against your skin. “Fuck, these things are so disgusting why do they taste so good…”

You toss the pack back in the meat drawer and let the door close behind you, humming along with the Christmas carol that Rafa has playing as you make your way back to the war zone.

Sonny is still trying to coax Boliche into the green sweater, alternately pleading with the dog and trying his most firm “I am a feared capo in a powerful gang” voice to equal amounts of success. Which, as far as you can see, is none. No success at all. Rafa has planted himself in his favorite chair and is watching the proceedings with a smirk on his face and that glazed pleased with the universe look that you normally only associate with--

“Rafa, are you drunk?” you ask incredulously, stopping in the middle of the room.

You immediately have the attention of Sonny and the dog, both of whom see the hot dog in your hand and come running over. It takes Rafa a slow second to turn his attention to you, just in time to laugh as Boliche crashes into your legs and pushes you against Sonny’s chest.

“Boliche! Down!” Sonny orders, snatching the treat from between your fingers and sidestepping around you. You wobble for a second before getting your balance again, dodging the dog’s attempt to stay directly in front of Sonny on the off chance that he drops the sacred prize. You back away from the two of them to sit on the arm of Rafa’s chair, watching as Sonny stares down your canine companion, holding the meat in one hand and the sweater in the other.

“Five dollars he still doesn’t get him into that sweater,” you whisper to Rafa. The mob boss chortles and pulls you off the arm of his chair and onto his lap, hugging you close and sliding his big hands under your sweater.

“Mmm…. I’ll take that bet. In fact, five dollars and a blowjob that he does it in less than five minutes.” You pull one of his hands out from its place against your skin and shake it.

“You’re gonna need to convince Fred to come out either way, he’s being stubborn again,” you inform him, settling against his chest with a happy hum and switching the ice pack to your other hand. Rafa grumbles against the side of your neck and kisses you softly, his hand going back under your shirt once more.

“Antiquated ritual or Hallmark led commercialism?” he asks, resting his chin on your shoulder so you both can watch Sonny trying to distract Boli with the hot dog.

“Both,” you laugh, rubbing his knee with your free hand. Sonny rips it in half and lets one piece fall to the ground at his feet. When Boliche dives for it the capo drops to the ground behind the dog and catches him around his big chest, producing the sweater and tugging it over his head and around his heavily muscled shoulders. Boliche looks at you and Rafa and whines piteously, clearly feeling betrayed and begging for assistance.

“Oh Boli, what’s he doing to you?” you ask, tilting your head to watch as Sonny lifts one of Boli’s front paws to ease it through an arm hole.

“You’re gonna look so handsome, such a good boy. Stay still, there’s my bestest boy,” Sonny coos soothingly, giving Boli the last half of the treat as he slips his other paw through the remaining arm hole. The dog barely pauses to chew the hot dog as Sonny arranges the sweater to his satisfaction.

“There, don’t you just look so cute?” Sonny scratches Boliche’s ears, his tail wagging as he sits still, clearly hoping for another hot dog to be produced from somewhere. The sweater that Sonny has finally wrangled him into is mostly green and white, with a darker green stripe in the middle depicting frolicking deer and a pair of little antlers attached to the fur trimmed hood.

Boliche looks utterly adorable in it and you’re about to tell him so when Rafa pinches your side.

“I’ll take that five dollars and a blowjob now,” he murmurs, his hand sliding higher beneath your cream cable knit sweater to squeeze your breast.

“Not now you won’t, we’re not taking the picture if she’s all red faced and teary from you fucking her throat,” Sonny interrupts dryly. “Will he, Boli? Your papi is just gonna have to restrain himself till we’re done taking photos.”

“You’d better go and drag the Grinch out of his office before Sonny gets him to pose for this photo at gunpoint,” you say, pulling yourself off Rafa’s lap to sit on the floor and passing the ice pack to Sonny. You take over making a fuss of Boliche so Sonny can ice the spot the dog had kicked earlier. Rafa heaves a dramatic sigh as he gets up and moves in the direction of Fred’s office with all the enthusiasm of someone walking to the gallows.

“Who’s our good boy? You look so handsome! Your daddy has good taste in sweaters, doesn’t he?” Boli’s tongue lolls out of his mouth as he pants, his stubby tail wagging furiously. Before the dog can scamper away, you pull the hood up over his big head as best as you can until the little brown felt antlers stick up. “Oh my god, you’re too fucking cute.”

“Don’t swear in front of the kid,” Sonny teases, nudging your shoulder with his leg.

“Where do you want to take the picture? In front of the tree?” In honor of your first Christmas together as a foursome, Rafa had arranged for a beautiful–and probably slightly too big–tree to be delivered to the apartment, and you and Sonny had spent a merry afternoon drinking mulled wine and decorating. The whole living room smelled like fresh pine, and Boli had taken to napping underneath it–once he had given it a thorough sniff and determined it to be beyond suspicion.

“I think so. If Rafa ever manages to get Fred out of his office. If he doesn’t, can I have the blowjob you promised Raf?”

“Now who’s being inappropriate in front of the kid,” you say with exaggerated shock, covering Boliche’s ragged ears. The former fighting dog just nuzzles into your space, inching closer until he’s practically on your lap.

“Such a little lovebug, aren’t you buddy? A big softie under all those muscles,” Sonny croons, squatting beside you. Boli licks Sonny’s fingers, chasing whatever hints of hot dog he can still smell on them.

“Next year we should dress him up as the Baby Jesus. I’ll be Mary, you can be the Angel Gabriel.”

“Who’s Rafa playing, God?” Sonny says with a laugh. “At this rate, Fred can be Satan.”

Rafa is absent for so long that you can see Sonny starting to get antsy, fidgeting with the cuff of his green sweater that you can't help but notice looks pretty similar to the pattern on Boli’s. He’s starting to get his “I’m about to visit some unpleasant consequences on someone” look on his face and you frown, not actually wanting him to try and get Fred to come out of his Cave of Grinchdom. That probably wouldn’t end well for anyone–Christmas is a time of love and good cheer, not violence and name calling. You sigh with relief when Rafa finally reappears, a grumpy looking Fred in tow.

“This is ridiculous, Dominick. Nobody is ever going to see it,” he grumbles, folding his arms as Rafa helps himself to a glass of scotch from the decanter sitting on the sideboard.

“We’ll see it. You’re telling me you won’t want photos to look at and remember me fondly by when Rafa inevitably ends up getting me killed?”

“I’ll commission a beautiful oil painting of you as a memorial. Possibly without your clothes on,” Rafa promises, almost dreamily.

“We take plenty of pictures, Dominick. With and without our clothes on. I don’t see the point in making us all get dressed up to–what on earth have you done to the dog?” Fred asks sharply, having finally spotted Boliche in his Christmas finery.

“Doesn’t he look sweet?”

“He looks absurd! He’s an animal, not a stuffed toy. He doesn’t need outfits.” Fred laces the word with as much scorn as he’s capable of, but it does nothing to deter Sonny.

“He likes it!” The truth be told, the dog seems entirely unfazed by his new getup, now that Sonny has wrestled him into it, but since he’s not actively trying to squirm out of it you suppose it’s a point in Sonny’s favor. “C’mon, Fred, you don’t have to be such a Grinch all the damned time.”

“Just because I don’t buy into this corporate, Hallmarked, movie version of Christmas which starts in November and makes me want to put a hit out on Mariah Carey–and don’t think I haven’t contemplated it, we have those resources–does not make me a Grinch,” Fred sniffs, resting his hands on the back of the couch and trying to look imperious. You roll your eyes, already annoyed at his attitude.

“If you don’t like commercialized holidays, does that mean you want to be left at home when we go on vacation for Valentine’s Day? Rafa was thinking about a private villa in Mustique.” Fred glares sourly at you and huffs while Rafa laughs and shrugs at him.

“I do need someone to look after the shop for a few days,” he offers with a casual grin, dropping his glass back onto the wood with a thunk. Fred winces and looks over at the set of crystal glasses and bottles with a pained grimace before grunting and folding his arms.

“Well, a family vacation that happens to coincide with another made up holiday…” he hedges before being drowned out by both Rafa and Sonny hooting in derision.

“Oh come on!” Sonny exclaims, stretching out his side before throwing the ice pack at Fred’s chest. “I call bull, Fred.”

Fred fumbles with the cold square of plastic covered goop and is then propelled against the back of the couch as Rafa slaps his shoulder on his way past.

“That does sound like some serious hair splitting there, Frederick,” he agrees.

Fred drops the ice pack onto the couch and grunts.

“If this holiday really was about family and spending time with the people you love and goodwill towards man--an ironic concept seeing as though I know for a fact that the two of you beat up at least two people last week alone,” Rafa waves his hand as though that is a trivial matter not worth mentioning and Sonny rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath,

“Deflection.”

“Then why have you all devoted so much time and effort into buying useless crap to hang on every thinkable surface in this house and shove under the noses of every single person you have ever met in the expectation that they also have spent hard earned money to get you something equally as useless that you will probably put away and forget about until spring cleaning three years from now where you will find it, say ‘huh I forgot about that’, and then promptly throw out? Don’t we have enough of a garbage problem on this planet without an entire holiday adding to it?!” He throws up his hands angrily, breathing hard, before shoving them in the pockets of his absurdly expensive and very skinny khakis.

You blink at him while he continues to glare murderously at the couch cushions.

“Does this mean you didn’t get me anything?”

All of you turn to look at Rafa incredulously who has the nerve to look between the four of you, wide eyed and innocent. Boliche has turned his head curiously to follow the gazes of three of his people in the hopes of seeing something exciting and groans in doggie disappointment when he realizes that he won’t before flopping dramatically onto the floor.

“What? It’s a fair question!”

You stare at the ceiling and pray for patience as Sonny asks him,

“Have you been drinking the whole morning?”

Rafa shrugs.

“Well I only actually woke up about three hours ago…”

Sonny holds up a hand to stop him before turning back to Fred.

“I just want a nice picture of all of us together. Because I love all of you and would like something nice with all of us dressed up.”

“Why? We aren’t exactly going to be sending out Christmas cards to everyone in our ‘big book of criminal contacts’,” Fred snarks, shoulders drawing up practically to his ears. You ball your fists up at your side and shift your weight to your other foot.

“Frederick…” you start through gritted teeth.

“Okay, enough,” Rafa declares, slicing his hand through the air decisively. “Fred, I order you to get over here and smile like you actually like us for this picture. There, settled, right?” He turns to smile at the two of you before looking back at Fred, eyebrows raised expectantly.

Fred stares murderously at Rafa and for a few seconds you watch him visibly consider refusing the direct command. Finally he walks over to the rest of you with careful precision, every movement reeking of offended dignity and barely controlled fury.

“I ate the last of your chocolate covered pretzels this morning and will not be replacing them,” he tells Rafa snippily, and smiles with vicious pleasure at Rafa’s offended gasp. “I even put the empty bag back in their hiding place,” he continues to needle the crime boss triumphantly.

“Okay, shut up all of you, we are doing this right now before I strangle everyone in this room including myself,” Sonny declares before Rafa has a chance to no doubt order the immediate death of his associate. He leaves your side to cross the room and fiddle with the digital camera he had set up earlier. “Baby, step over Boli, that's--no, just keep him sitting between your legs. Rafa and Fred get on either side of her.” He stares at the tiny screen. “Leave a space for me between you, I feel like separating the two of you is probably a good idea right now.” You snort and bend down to scratch Boli, encouraging him to sit up. “Right there, good. If any of you move, I swear to God….”

Sonny presses a button and hurries back to the four of you, standing directly behind you and wrapping his arms around both Fred’s and Rafa’s waists. They shuffle closer as you lean back, and you smile just before the camera flashes and leaves you blinking and blinded.

“There. Happy now?” Fred asks, folding his arms belligerently again. Sonny clears his throat and shuffles his feet and you turn your head just in time to see a patented Fred “Oh dear God, what now” look thrown at the tall capo.

“Well actually…” Sonny starts, reaching to run his fingers over the back of his head with an awkward shrug, looking everywhere humanly possible except Fred’s face. You kneel down and kiss Boliche’s nose, accepting his sloppy kiss in return before pulling a brand new antler from the back pocket of your jeans.

“What actually?” Fred asks, voice dripping with disdain and barely contained fury.

Boliche starts dancing around your three lovers’ feet excitedly, jumping in circles and panting, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. You laugh and rub the toy vigorously between your hands asking quietly,

“You want this? Huh? Huh? Does my sweet little bullfrog face want this?! Sit!” Boliche instantly complies and snuffles, licking his chops and staring at the toy in your hands. “Is Boliche a good pupper-wupper-pupper-pants?”

Boli barks and you extend the toy to him, ordering him to take it slowly and laughing as he tentatively takes it gently in his front teeth before backing away quickly to start gnawing on it under the tree.

You stand up, thinking how you should probably be uncomfortable that your dog who definitely has the jaw strength to tear your throat out, and the means and opportunity to do so, likes to disembowel toys after you make them smell like you. You look over at the men just in time for Sonny to glance at you significantly and break it to Fred gently,

“Well that was only part one of the photoshoot?”

Fred looks like he is contemplating the untimely and most likely messy demise of Rafa’s head capo and you hope that the boys don’t have any weapons hidden in this room. Fred clears his throat and kicks a foot against the floor, his fingers tapping against his leg and then twitching like he wants to wrap them around Sonny’s neck.

“And what exactly do you mean by that, Dominick?” he asks quietly, voice remarkably even for the very obvious murderous intent flashing over his pinched face and thin lips. Sonny drops his hands to his sides and looks at you again. You lift a shoulder as surreptitiously as you can, not having any idea what he wants you to do.

“Um, well, we need to make a quick costume change,” he explains, reaching forward to grab your wrist, tugging you after him to the doorway. “Rafa, don’t let him leave. Fred, I promise this’ll be over soon!” he calls, pulling you down the hall to the master bedroom.

“Sonny, what are you talking about? Costume changes?” He drops your hand and shuts the door, turning back to you with a wide grin stretching his pretty red lips.

“You know that red babydoll Rafa was teasing you about the other day?”

“Oh, Sonny, you didn’t.” Rafa had found a silly lingerie set while shopping for a few new pieces for you the other day and had dragged you and Sonny over to see it. The top of the bra was trimmed in white faux-fur and the little chiffon skirt that started from the bottom of the bra was slit open down the middle, showing off the little red lacy thong that the model was wearing underneath it.

Sonny flushes and kneels down to fish a box from under the bed.

“Don’t worry, I got something for me too.” He pulls the lid off the box one-handed as he unbuckles his belt with the other. Rolling your eyes, you pull your sweater over your head.

“Stop looking like that! You know how easy Fred gives in to sexual bribery. Tell him he can only eat your pussy if he promises to stop being such a Grinch, he’ll give right in,” Sonny huffs, and you have to admit that he has a point. Threatening not to let Fred eat you out has turned out to be a very effective form of bribery since you’d started seeing the three of them.

Sonny strips naked quickly and pulls a pair of bright red boxer briefs from the box. The waistband is black, mimicking a belt, and the hems are both trimmed in fluffy white.

“I hate that you’re making me go along with this. ‘Sexy Mr. and Mrs. Claus’ is not something I ever wanted to experiment with,” you mutter, reaching for the scrap of red lace that serves as the thong.

“Well, me either. But it’s festive, and your tits’ll look great, so stop complaining.” You’re pleasantly surprised to discover that he’s right; the red lacy bra hugs you in just the right places and makes your cleavage look spectacular despite the stupid white fur trim that accentuates it.

“Are we done? Or do you wanna tie me up with some tinsel before we let them in?” you tease, shoving the box back under the bed and tossing all of your discarded clothes in the general direction of the laundry basket.

“We’ll keep that idea in our back pockets just in case,” Sonny says with a laugh as he opens the door wide enough to stick his head out. “Can you two come here for a second please? Don’t let the dog in!”

The babydoll is barely long enough to cover your ass and you fuss with the hem as you wait for Fred and Rafa to join the two of you. Sonny takes your hand, twining your fingers with his, and leans over to press a kiss to the top of your head.

“You look cute, stop fidgeting.”

“I thought the goal was sexy. If I wanted cute, I’d wear one of their Harvard tees.” Sonny’s retort is interrupted by Rafa barging into the bedroom, towing Fred behind him by his sleeve.

“What do you–god, your tits look fantastic in that,” Rafa starts, changing tack mid-sentence as he stops to leer at you. Fred has even ceased grumbling for long enough to stare, the door falling closed behind him with a soft click.

“Don’t they just,” Sonny murmurs, shifting to stand behind you and wrapping a long arm around your middle. You lean back against him and grab his other hand, guiding it towards one of your breasts. Sonny takes the hint and squeezes, bending his head to nip at your neck.

“I’m surprised that the two men who prefer my ass have commented on how nice my breasts look, while Fred is suspiciously silent,” you tease, the corner of your mouth pulling into a smirk. “I thought you loved my tits, Fred. You fall asleep on them often enough. Or holding them.” As if to emphasize your point, Sonny brings the hand on your waist up to cup your other breast, trying to find your nipple through the lace and faux-fur.

Fred blinks rapidly up at you, his gaze having drifted down to watch Sonny’s hands playing with your breasts.

“I do. They’d look even better out of that ridiculous outfit,” he sneers, though you notice his eyes slip downwards again. You sigh exaggeratedly, arching your back a little to press harder into Sonny’s touch.

“Such a shame. I was planning on giving you such a nice gift if you dropped the irascible, grumpy attitude. Don’t you think Fred would have loved pulling this down and fucking my tits, Sonny?” Sonny nods against your neck, his cock starting to harden against you as he absently rocks his hips against your ass. “And then he could have given me a pearl necklace–I know how much he loves that.”

“I–why can’t I?” Fred asks, not even bothering to look you in the eye this time.

“I don’t let Grinch-y, grumpy men stick their dicks between my tits and come all over my face. That’s for people who aren’t such utter spoilsports. And who don’t insist on trying to ruin everybody’s good mood.”

“You said it, doll. I wanted to worship his ass until he got hard again and then ride him like a show pony. I was even gonna let him edge me while I did it.” Sonny hooks his chin over your shoulder to stare at Fred and heaves his own dramatic sigh. “But you’re right; I’m not putting all that work in for someone who’s just gonna keep making my Christmas miserable.”

You can see the torn expression on Fred’s face–he pouts, his bottom lip adorably just sticking out, and looks between Sonny’s face and Sonny’s hands on your breasts.

“But–but… We could still do those things…” he tries, finally turning his head away to look pleadingly at Rafa. Rafa shrugs, trying, and mostly failing, to hide his smile. He tugs Fred closer to him by his sleeve and wraps an arm around his waist, dragging him against his body and staring intensely into his eyes. Their noses are brushing and he whispers, hand sliding from Fred’s waist to his ass,

“We could… And I could fuck you until you cry, Frederick. Fuck you just the way you like–slow and deep–while the two of them watch as I take you apart.” Fred swallows audibly and licks his lips, staring wide eyed back at Rafa. He nods.

“Yeah… Yeah we could, Rafa, please…”

Rafa presses his forehead against Fred’s and sighs, leaning close enough to share breath with the other man, their lips barely a centimeter apart.

“Why should I stick my dick in someone who hates Christmas, Fred?”

Fred groans and closes his eyes, slumping against Rafa’s arm. You watch the two of them closely, happy that Rafa, drunk as he is, seems on board with playing the game you and Sonny dragged him into with no warning. Your breath hitches a little when you watch Rafa brush his lips ever so slightly against Fred’s before pulling his head back–a move you are intimately familiar with due to Rafa’s penchant for teasing all of you. Sonny’s hands tighten on your breasts as he watches the two men in front of you.

“Come on Fred,” Rafa encourages, squeezing a handful of Fred’s ass. He lets his lips whisper over Fred’s again as he tells him, “All you need to do is accept the Christmas spirit into your heart–” Sonny’s hands tighten on your breasts as he watches the two men in front of you.

“Come on Fred,” Rafa encourages, squeezing a handful of Fred’s ass. He lets his lips whisper over Fred’s again as he tells him, “All you need to do is accept the Christmas spirit into your heart–” Rafa groans and kisses Fred, pulling him in close and licking into his mouth. Fred gasps, and whimpers, fingers clutching reflexively at Rafa’s arm.

Sonny’s grip slackens as you watch them, both of you mesmerized at the sight of Rafa’s tongue sliding over Fred’s, at the noises the both of them are making, at the abandon with which Rafa throws himself at the task of breaking Fred apart. Eventually Sonny shakes his head and clears his throat.

“Wha–What Rafa was attempting to say is that you just have to promise to be more Christmas-y, Fred. To get into the true spirit of the holiday,” he says a little breathlessly, dazed and slightly distracted but determined to get this back on track.

You reach behind you to squeeze Sonny’s ass and pull him closer, grinding your ass against his cock and sighing happily. You can feel the pleased groan that rumbles up from the capo’s chest and his hands tighten around your breasts again, kneading rhythmically, and he shifts his hips impatiently.

“Come on Fred,” he groans, one hand leaving your chest to brace against your stomach so he can hold you in just the right place as he presses his cock against your ass. “We want to fuck you and we can’t until you stop being such a Grinch and just enjoy Christmas with us.”

You watch through half lidded eyes as Rafa finally pulls himself away from Fred’s lips, leaving the doctor blinking stupidly up at him. Rafa smirks and runs his hand from Fred’s ass, across his hip, and over the front of his pants–pants tight enough that they don’t do any job at all of hiding just how interested in the proceedings Fred is becoming. Rafa leans into Fred’s space again and whispers against his ear,

“Let us, Fred. Come on, I can feel how much you want us to.” He presses his hand more firmly over Fred’s cock and licks the side of his neck, breathing softly against the wet skin and watching with a smirk as Fred shivers and sways almost imperceptibly closer to the mob boss. “I wanna feel you tight and warm around my cock, Frederick, I want to hear you as you eat her out; all those noises you make and the noises her pussy makes when you finger her.” Rafa sucks on his ear before biting it gently. “I wanna see Sonny on top of you, his cock bobbing as you fuck up into him…” They both groan and sway towards each other.

“Just say it Fred, come on, please. Say it, say it, say it…” Rafael practically moans into Fred’s ear, hand playing over Fred’s cock a little faster.

You honestly have no idea how Fred has resisted this long. You aren’t even the subject of Rafa’s attention and you can feel your face heating up and your cunt clenching around nothing. In this scrap of nothing underwear it’s going to be incredibly obvious in about two seconds just how hot you find this.

You and Sonny watch raptly as Fred clearly considers it before groaning and shaking his head.

“No, no, no, no, Rafa, please, we can do those things no matter what,” he tries to bargain and Rafa sighs heavily, removing his hand and taking a step back. “I can’t, this is such a ridiculous holiday! People eat too much, and give too many ridiculous presents, and say such ridiculous things, and there’s such a pressure to be happy and jolly all of the time! And spend so much money on fake plastic trash and–no, come back, please!” Rafa backs away from him, shaking his head sadly and stops just to your right. He reaches over to tweak one of your nipples, smirking briefly in your direction at your gasp.

“I’m afraid you leave us no choice then,” Sonny tells Fred seriously, stepping out from behind you. Rafa grabs his arm before he can move further away and brings the capo in for a long, filthy kiss. You can hear it from where you’re standing and enjoy Sonny’s full body shudder when Rafa reaches down to fondle his very obvious erection.

Rafa pushes Sonny away and turns his attention to you.

“What’s Fred’s punishment for being an unapologetic Grinch?” he asks Sonny, still watching you closely. You stare right back at him as he takes a step closer, his hands ghosting over the curves of your body. You can feel the heat from them on your skin before he actually decides to grasp your hips and pull you against his broad bulk, and you hear Sonny promise Fred,

“We’re going to make you wish you had given up your Grinchy ways, Fred.” Rafa kisses the corner of your mouth quickly and he looks up in time to meet Sonny’s eyes. “Rafa, hold him here please.” Rafa kisses you again and catches Fred’s wrist just as the man tries to bolt for the door.

Rafa reels him in and wraps both arms around his waist, trapping him against the mob boss while Sonny ducks out to one of the hall closets. Fred struggles against Rafa, whining piteously that he doesn’t think he should be punished for being honest–doesn’t Rafa always tell him never to sugar coat the truth from him? Sex can still very much be on the table, no punishments are necessary. And anyways, he isn’t going to change his mind.

You snort at that. One of the many things that Sonny and Rafa excel at is cooperating when it comes to punishing people. They know just how to make it hurt in just the perfect way and seem to get off on playing off each other. If they want someone to change their mind about something, chances are they’re going to get their way. You almost feel sorry for Fred. Before you remember how terrible he’s been all month. Glowering at every Christmas decoration, complaining loud enough to nearly drown out Alexa whenever any of you try to play Christmas music, grouchily reminding everyone of the capitalistic plot to make people spend more money on useless junk they don’t need by just slapping a “fucking penguin or god damned polar bear” on it.

He has taken a sadistic amount of pleasure in working hard to actively ruin the holiday cheer the three of you had been attempting to invest the house with. You shrug and circle the two struggling men, noticing with an eye roll that for all his complaining Fred’s erection has not flagged in the slightest.

Sonny comes back into the room carrying a rolled up string of 150 colored mini lights and you raise your eyebrows at him, slightly–and justifiably, when you consider the line of work he’s in–concerned that he might be considering a foray into some sort of electrical torture or something. He drops the bundle next to the chair you keep in the corner, grabbing the back of it and dragging it directly in front of the bed before walking back to retrieve one end of the string of lights.

“Let’s get him settled comfortably, Rafa.” Fred sputters indignantly, still squirming against the grip Rafa has on him, as Rafa drags him down into the chair. Sonny is alarmingly quick at tying Fred up with the lights until he has barely any wiggle room, reminding you rather jarringly that Sonny has definitely done this before in far less pleasant contexts.

“There, you look perfect. Just one more thing.” Sonny smirks and turns the chair around so that Fred has his back to the bed. “We’ll miss you, sourpuss.” Sonny pats the top of Fred’s head condescendingly and you know that if his hands were free Fred would have shoved Sonny away from him.

“You lanky bastard. You think I’m sewing you up properly the next time Rafa gets you stabbed? You can go to that vet Rafa pays when his other men get hurt–see how you like that!” Fred threatens, twisting around in the chair to try and find some slack in the string of lights around him as the capo walks back to the corner of the room and plugs the lights in. The room is lit with the soft, festive glow of tiny colored lights, and you have to admit the way they look twined around Fred and the chair is more than a little alluring.

Sonny ignores his blustering in favor of pulling Rafa in for another kiss, standing just out of view of Fred as he ruts up against Rafa’s thigh.

Sonny gasps when Rafa suddenly pushes him back onto the bed, his long body looking gorgeous sprawled out on the sheets.

“Why don’t you two play nicely together while I get my clothes off?” Rafa suggests, already kicking off his shoes. You don’t need any encouragement; you climb onto the bed and into Sonny’s lap, dragging him up for a kiss. His hands slip under the hem of your babydoll to palm at your ass, pulling you down harder against his cock.

“Fuck, baby,” Sonny gasps into your mouth, grinding his cock against you. “You look so hot. You gonna let me eat that pretty pussy? You’ve been so good to me today.” There’s an outraged noise from Fred in his chair–he is evidently annoyed that Sonny has appropriated his favorite thing to do in bed and, to add insult to injury, Fred can’t even enjoy watching it. You would put money on Sonny partially wanting to eat you out just to piss off Fred further but you’re so worked up that you don’t really care what his motives are.

“God, yes, please,” you whine, already thinking of how good those soft, pretty lips of his will feel wrapped around your clit. With a quick, fluid motion Sonny rolls the two of you over and once you’re on your back he presses desperate, open mouthed kisses down your neck and over the tops of your breasts.

“It’s a shame you can’t see how pretty she looks, all spread out underneath Sonny, Fred.” Rafa, finally naked, sits beside your head and looks down the length of your body. “Hi, querida,” he adds almost as an afterthought, tugging a strand of your hair affectionately.

“Hey,” you gasp out, arching your back as Sonny hooks his fingers into the thin waistband of your underwear and starts to slide them down your legs.

“You’re so wet already; maybe we should play dress up more often,” Sonny groans, throwing the lacy scrap of fabric deliberately over his shoulder, aiming it so it’ll land in front of Fred. “What do you think, boss?” He slides between your legs, hooking your knees over his shoulders as he nips and kisses at the skin of your inner thighs.

“Oh, I think that could be arranged.” Rafa wraps his hand around his cock and gives a few lazy strokes. “You two do look delectable. And it’s so nice to watch someone else eat her out, now that Fred isn’t hogging her cunt.” Rafa and Sonny are certainly no slouches when it comes to the task, but you have to admit that neither of them love it in quite the way Fred does or with the same level of studied dedication. Sometimes you think he enjoys making you come on his tongue even more than you do.

Your train of thought is abruptly derailed at the first long swipe of Sonny’s tongue through your folds. You moan sharply and he rests his hands on your hips when he finds your clit and strokes firm lines across it with the tip of his tongue.

“Your pussy tastes so fucking good,” he groans, his fingertips digging a little harder into your hips as he tries to pull you impossibly closer, his hips rocking as he grinds against the mattress. Fred makes another affronted noise–very reminiscent of a wet cat–but you barely hear him. You’re too focused on the way Sonny is lapping messily at your cunt, the obscene noises he’s making only sending more heat racing through your veins.

“Oh, fuck–” you choke out. You look down the length of your body and any further exclamation is cut off with a loud moan at the sight of Sonny’s head moving languidly and without care between your spread and raised legs. You desperately fling a hand out to clutch at Rafa’s thigh next to your head, needing something to steady you–to anchor you in place.

“God, you should see him, Fred. Slick all over his face already–such a filthy boy! He looks so pretty.” The praise from Rafa only eggs Sonny on, and he dips his tongue into you as far as he can reach, moaning against your cunt when you flick your hips up against his face. The vibrations of the noise make you shudder, your nails sinking into Rafa’s thigh as Sonny pushes you closer.

“That’s it, you like it when he fucks you with his tongue?” Rafa reaches down to squeeze one of your breasts and then gives it a light slap. “Fuck, I love watching my sweet, precious things play together. If I could, I’d always have the two of you in my office to put on a show for me whenever I want one.” The idea of being used by Rafa like that should be humiliating but it only makes you wetter.

You whimper when, without warning, Sonny presses two fingers inside of you, the stretch and sharp burn quickly soothed by his lips as they wrap around your clit and suck hard.

“Fuck, Sonny…” you moan, trying to twist your hips around to get him to rub over that spot inside you that makes you scream. You feel him smile against your cunt and he snaps his free fingers quickly, pointing at your hips. Rafa huffs and reaches over to hold you still, clearly only pretending to be annoyed if the speed at which he complies is anything to go by. “God, Sonny, please–” you whine, fingers going into his hair and tugging.

“Such an eager girl, aren’t you?” Rafa smirks and licks his lips. “He’ll get there, be patient.” Fred grunts, and you catch a brief sight of the chair wobbling as he futilely tries to fight his way out of the lights Sonny tied around him. You spare a fleeting thought for how many times Fred has seen Sonny tie someone up before and wonder why he’s even bothering.

“Fuck, Fred, if you’re quiet you can hear her moan,” Rafa groans. “That might be kind of like getting to eat her out,” he teases, hovering over you, his hands holding your hips to the bed. Fred growls and mutters something incomprehensible and the sounds of struggling become a little louder.

“Sorry, handsome, I missed that. The sound of Sonny's face and Sonny’s fingers in her pussy drowned you out for a second,” Rafa continues, lowering his face till it’s right over yours, his long nose brushing your cheek as he slots his lips over yours and rests them there.

“Fuck you, Rafael Barba, it is nothing like eating her out!” Fred complains more clearly. “Let me out of these right now or I swear to God I’ll make you regret it you–you… you criminal!”

Rafa glances a few kisses over your lips and then your cheeks.

“Strong words from someone who convinced me just last night to expand my less than legal enterprises.” He moves his lips to your ear as Sonny continues to fuck you with his tongue and, ignoring Fred’s angry scoff, whispers,

“How many times can you come before Fred gives in, sweetheart?” Your cunt clenches around Sonny’s fingers and you whimper. Sonny groans quietly against you and you shiver, the muscles in your legs starting to shake at the sensation. “Think you can give us a couple before he even starts to consider giving up?” He nips your ear before kissing across your chest and down to your breasts, kissing and then licking at your nipples through the bright red material before biting them just enough that you really feel it. You gasp, one hand moving to Rafa’s thick dark hair to keep his head there.

Sonny lifts his head away from your cunt, swearing, and stares wide eyed up at Rafa nibbling at your chest.

“God, do that again Rafa, her pussy feels so fucking good around my fingers when you do that,” he practically begs, mouth quickly returning to your cunt, his tongue licking a few more long stripes. He goes back eating you out with abandon, moaning loud enough around you to drown out your own soft whines and whimpers, and rutting harder against the mattress. You can feel your orgasm building as he keeps licking and sucking and finally it washes over you when he curls his fingers and rubs just so against your walls.

“Wouldn’t you like to be cleaning her up right now Fred?” Rafa asks, face still buried against your breasts. “Getting to taste her? To feel her twitch under you when you brush against her clit?”

Sonny pulls his fingers out of you and extends them to his boss. Rafa sits back up and takes Sonny’s wrist in his hand, bringing the capo’s long wet fingers up to his mouth to suck on them. All three of you groan and Fred scoffs angrily, annoyed beyond words.

“Jesus, she tastes good–can’t say I don’t understand why you like eating her out so much, Freddy.”

Sonny hums happily as Rafa finishes licking his fingers clean and then Rafa immediately turns back to you, dropping the other man’s hand as he orders you to sit up and take the babydoll off.

“I think it’s time I fucked those tits, don’t you?” he asks, turning to look over his shoulder and smirk at the back of Fred’s head. You do as you’re told, watching as Rafa strokes his cock a few times before looking down at it contemplatively.

“Dry sure as hell won’t do. Sonny. Come over here and suck my cock,” he orders, staring at Fred’s head once more as Sonny immediately complies, sliding off the bed to kneel at the side as Rafa turns to sit on the edge and grabs his capo’s hair to pull him to his cock. You watch as Sonny eagerly swallows him down, bracing himself on Rafa’s thick thighs and moaning around him.

“He’s getting pretty good at this, Fred,” Rafa observes casually, fingers playing with Sonny’s hair. “You might be able to just sit there for the rest of the night, clearly he’s got the market on oral cornered in this bedroom tonight.”

Fred sounds personally offended as he struggles and wordlessly protests–like Rafa had insulted his mother, grandmother, and his skills as a doctor all at the same time before he practically shrieks,

“You take that back Rafael Barba–let me out of this fucking chair right now and I’ll show you who gives the best oral in this relationship!” Rafa doesn’t deign to acknowledge him, just continues to make small pleased sounds as Sonny worships his cock, admiring the way Sonny’s pretty red lips look wrapped around it. Sonny licks up the underside, slowly sucking on his head after briefly mouthing around it, taking as much of his whole cock into his mouth as he can again. Rafa’s so pleased at the sight that he doesn’t even protest when Sonny wraps his fingers around his own and starts jerking himself off.

“Get it nice and wet for me, pretty boy. I want my cock sliding nice and easy between those tits.” Sonny groans around Rafa’s cock, a lewd muffled noise that goes straight to your core. Rafa combs his fingers through Sonny’s greying hair, dragging his blunt nails against his scalp to try and elicit more of those delicious sounds.

“Oh, good boy, just like that. Such a pretty mouth–it looks so nice around my cock,” Rafa murmurs, his eyes fluttering closed and his head tipping back as he enjoys himself. At the first little flick of his hips that drives his cock down Sonny’s throat, he finally drags the capo away by his hair.

“Raf–” Sonny whines, trying to fight against the older man’s grip as he pulls Sonny away.

“Sorry, Dominick. Don’t want to end all this fun prematurely.” Rafa smirks, petting Sonny’s soft hair as he shifts away from him. “Why don’t you take those very festive boxers off and ask our sweet girl if she wants you to fuck her?” Rafa turns to you before Sonny can either answer or obey, straddling your chest so his cock rests between your breasts.

“My pretty, sweet girl,” he murmurs, cupping your breasts in his large, warm hands and circling your nipples lightly with his thumbs, quickly teasing them into stiff hard peaks. You whimper, the motion sending steady consistent waves of hot pleasure straight to your cunt. Rafa groans loudly when you lean forwards to swipe your tongue over the head of his cock in return. “Fuck, you’re so perfect. Perfect and filthy and mine,” he huffs, most likely for Fred’s benefit. You feel so debauched with Rafa straddling you and using your breasts and your mouth like this and you moan, absolutely loving it, when he squeezes your breasts a little more tightly around his cock.

“Fuck, I can see why you like this so much, Frederick,” he groans, rocking his hips forward so the tip of his cock hits your tongue again. “Such a shame you can’t see the way she’s lapping at my dick right now while I fuck her tits.” There’s a strangled noise from the foot of the bed and you’d laugh if you weren’t so preoccupied; Rafa���s words are making you whine and press your legs together a little tighter, trying to alleviate some of the tension building inside of you again.

Rafa gives another testing thrust, a little harder this time, and you bring your hands up to clutch at his thighs. You jump when Sonny touches the side of your thigh, spreading your legs open a little wider as he presses a soft kiss to one of your hips and making you shiver under Rafa.

“Can I fuck you, baby?” Sonny asks in a soft murmur. “You look so hot doing that for Rafa,” he praises, kissing a line across your abdomen and over towards your other hip. You tilt your head away from Rafa’s cock just enough to choke out an answer.

“God, yes, please Sonny,” you groan, too overwhelmed to worry about sounding needy or desperate. Rafa grunts and tangles his hand in your hair, pulling you forwards so you can carry on licking the head of his cock with every thrust, and Sonny wraps your thighs around his hips. You moan when you finally feel his cock brush against your clit.

“Fuck, more of those noises, sweetheart,” Rafa grunts, continuing to thrust his cock between your breasts, his hand tightening in your hair. Sonny buries his cock inside of you with a tight groan and you can’t help but oblige Rafa–another moan comes out of you just as your tongue hits the red, leaking head of the crime boss’s cock when Sonny brushes against the spot inside of you.

“Doll, Christ, you feel so fucking amazing,” Sonny groans, pulling out and spreading your legs as far as he can before thrusting back into your cunt.

“Damn Fred, it’s just such a shame you can’t fucking see this,” Rafa pants, grinning widely and clearly delighting in teasing the bound man. You can barely hear Fred grumbling something–probably insulting to one or all of you–over the sound of Sonny grunting as he fucks you faster and faster, his cock brushing against your clit with every pass and sending sparks of pleasure through you that cause you to twitch and whine.

“Sonny making you feel good, baby? Making you quiver? I can feel it every time you take those little swipes at my cock with your tongue. Fuuuuck, I should film you doing this, watching you lick at it is almost hotter than actually fucking these tits.”

You dig your nails into Rafa’s strong thighs a little harder with every filthy word that comes tumbling out of his mouth, losing your control to lick at his cock every time that you see it and instead just holding your mouth open and tongue out for him to aim for on his own. Your own panting breath is starting to match Sonny’s harsh grunts and heavy breathing and you can tell by the way he’s gripping your legs like his life depends on it that he isn’t going to last much longer.

“Rafa, fuck, boss, ‘m gonna come, please can I–” Sonny pants behind Rafa, one of his hands coming into your line of sight as he grabs the shorter man’s hip to hang onto. Rafa nods quickly, focussed on aiming for your open mouth with every thrust.

“Do it Sonny, you’ve been such a good boy after all.” He groans and slows his own movements. “Unlike some people I could mention.”

Fred protests the jab just as Sonny comes inside of you with a soft cry. You feel his cock jerk and feel his come flooding your cunt. He keeps fucking you, riding out every second of his orgasm, and you see his fingers tighten around Rafa’s hip. Rafa lets go of your breast to cover his capo’s hand with his own, fingers twisting with the younger man’s.

“There’s a good boy…My sweet boy deserves a reward after planning such a nice Christmas picture,” he praises softly.

Fred harrumphs and Rafa winks down at you, smirking cheekily. You manage to roll your eyes, still panting, and finally Sonny stops. He leans against Rafa and the boss’s cock slides between your breasts again as he’s pushed forward with the weight of the capo on his back.

“Thanks doll,” Sonny pants. “Needed that.”

“Oh, no problem,” you whine, cunt still fluttering around his cock, too close to an orgasm to really be in the mood for any of his normal post coital chit chat. Sonny grunts and pulls out and you shiver at the sensation. And then can’t help but shudder again as you feel his come start to drip out of you.

“Fuck,” you and Sonny breathe together.

Rafa, still kneeling over you, turns to look over his shoulder at the younger man.

“Fred, I can’t believe you aren’t going to get to clean her up after this. Her pussy looks so pretty with my come dripping out of her. She’s a mess,” Sonny marvels, gaping, his thumb pressing it back inside of you before retreating again. He heaves an exaggerated sigh and you feel the bed shift as he moves around. “Guess I’ll have to do it myself. Can’t just leave her like this, after all.”

“Wait!” Fred finally shouts. Rafa smiles triumphantly and swings his leg over you to sit at your side. He gives your nipple a friendly tweak and you see Sonny sit back up and turn to face the foot of the bed as well.

“Yes, Frederick darling?” Rafa asks sweetly.

Fred clears his throat and hangs his head, admitting quietly,

“Maybe I was wrong about Christmas. Maybe it’s what you make of it and if you don’t want it to be the disgusting display of waste, greed, and capitalism that big retailers want you to make it, you don’t have to.” He sighs and shrugs in his colorful bonds. “Maybe we could make it about family. Our family.”

“And?” Rafa asks, a hand on your stomach holding you in place.

“And I’m sorry, Sonny, for being an asshole about your Christmas picture. It really is a sweet idea and I hope it turned out well. I can’t wait to see it.”

Rafael hums thoughtfully and looks over at Sonny.

“What do you think, Dominick? Are you satisfied with that apology?” Sonny shrugs.

“I think so.”

“How about you, sweet girl? Think he’s sincere?”

You sigh and shift your legs around, shuddering at the feeling of Sonny’s come dripping out of your cunt again.

“Are you sorry for being a Grinch? Do you promise not to do it again?” you ask the back of Fred’s head. His fluffy hair bounces as he nods vigorously. “Then say it.”

“I’m sorry for being a Grinch and I absolutely swear never to do it again.”

“Well, I’m satisfied. Go untie him Sonny, and help him out of his clothes,” Rafa orders with an imperious wave of his free hand before turning back to you and capturing your lips in a quick kiss. You lean up on your elbows just enough to watch Sonny get off the bed and make his way to the other side of the room to unplug the mini lights. The room gets slightly less bright as they flicker off and Sonny playfully tugs on the green cord as he follows it back to the impatient and irritated man. He makes quick work of untying Fred–quicker than you thought would be possible after seeing how complicated some of those knots were–and holds a hand out for Fred to take. Fred stands and wraps a hand around the back of the capo’s neck to drag him down into a long, eager kiss.

Sonny grins as he finally pulls away from him, lips a little swollen and even redder than normal, and helps Fred out of his clothes, kissing every newly bared part of the shorter man. You alternate between watching the two men in front of you and exchanging increasingly heated kisses with Rafa and the next thing you know Fred is hovering over you and growling,

“Now it’s time for you to get eaten out by an actual expert, you little tease, not these amateurs.” He kisses you hard and ducks down to position himself between your legs, throwing them over his shoulders and sighing happily.

Fred buries his face between them like a starving man being presented with a feast, his fingers digging into your thighs as he dips his tongue as deeply into your cunt as he can manage.

“Oh fuck, Fred–” you gasp out, your fingers twisting into his soft hair as he fucks you with his tongue. He moans against your cunt, the vibrations making you thrash under him as the sensation goes straight to your core. Rafa kneels behind Fred, running his hands over the doctor’s sides and squeezing his ass lightly.

“Can I fuck you, Fred? Since I didn’t get to come on our sweet girl’s face?” Fred mumbles a reply, barely moving his face away from your cunt as he nods and agrees. Rafa chuckles, a throaty laugh that is sexier than it has any right to be, and gets off the bed to get some lube after pressing a kiss to the top of Fred’s fluffy head. You close your eyes rather than trying to watch him, allowing yourself to let go and just feel everything as Fred pushes you closer to your second orgasm of the night.

He tries to press his tongue even deeper inside of you, chasing whatever might be left of Sonny’s come. His nose presses against your clit and the direct pressure makes you sob and tug at his hair, trying to get him even closer to you, trying to chase that sudden jolt, to feel it all the way up your spine again.

You come suddenly and with a sharp cry, your legs trembling around Fred’s head as you wail and try to rock your hips hard up against his face. The liquid heat that had been pooling in your core races out to your fingertips and toes, pulling all of your muscles taut as Fred moans brokenly at the taste of you. Sonny lies beside you, one arm resting over your hips as he helps Fred to keep you still.

“Good girl,” he praises. “How many orgasms do you think Fred’ll get out of you before he gets tired? I’m betting at least two more.” Sonny’s lips brush against your shoulder as he whispers to you and you can’t manage to formulate a coherent sentence; you’re only able to whine in reply.

You can tell when Rafa first pushes a finger inside of Fred from the way he moans even louder than before against your cunt. You bite your lip against a squeal as you feel the noise against your sensitive clit and struggle against the hold both he and Sonny have on you while Fred continues to pant and moan against you.

“Hurry up, Raf,” Fred mumbles against your cunt, licking long, messy lines up the length of your folds. Your fingers tighten in his hair and Sonny sighs dreamily beside you as he watches the three of you. You manage to open your eyes enough to watch Rafa for a little while, his fingers moving quickly and the tendons in his strong forearms even more noticeable as he tries to open Fred up as swiftly as he can without hurting him.

Your eyes snap shut again when Fred decides to wrap his soft lips around your clit and flick teasingly against it with his tongue. The bastard knows all of your weaknesses and he has no qualms about exploiting them relentlessly when he wants to prove a point. A whimper is the only sound that manages to make its way out of you–every nerve ending in your body suddenly seemingly connected to the ones in your clit as Fred toys with it. An even more pathetic sound, a desperate little mewl, is all that escapes you when Fred finally presses two of his long, talented fingers inside of you.

“Fuck, you ready Fred?” Rafa pants, sounding a little desperate himself as Fred nods and shifts on the bed, opening his legs a little wider. Rafa groans appreciatively at the sight and slaps a big hand against Fred’s ass. The sound that escapes Fred when Rafa starts to push his cock into him feels exquisite against you; you’d swear that you can feel it in your bones. He pulls briefly away from your cunt, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he rests his head against your thigh and fucks himself back against Rafa.

“God, you feel amazing,” he nearly whines, eyes squeezed shut and sweat beading at his temples, and you can practically hear Rafa smirking.

“So do you–so fucking tight,” Rafa hisses through his teeth, and Fred nuzzles against your thigh, his fingers moving lazily inside of you. Rafa’s first proper thrust into Fred pushes Fred’s fingers deeper inside of you, making you gasp as the pads of his fingers just barely brush against that spot on your inner walls.

Fred uses the momentum of Rafa’s punishing thrusts to fuck you with his fingers, making you wail when he adds a third. He laps at your clit–gasping with you while Rafa fucks him–with none of the devastating accuracy he’d had before, but the sensations elicited by the noises that spill out of him threaten to drag you over the edge for a third time. Sonny kisses your shoulder again, his hand moving from your hips to pinch one of your nipples.

“Do those noises feel as amazing as they sound, baby?” Sonny asks, pinching a little harder when you don’t answer him immediately.

“Yesyesyes, so fucking good,” you sob, your nails digging into Fred’s scalp as that familiar tension coils a little tighter in your core again with every sound and press of Fred’s fingers. Your third orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave and you sob and squirm as that burning heat washes over you.

It’s too much and you wriggle away from Fred as best as you can. You can’t take any more of those moans and soft groans right against your clit, oversensitized as you are. Instead, he rests his head on your thigh again, eyes still squeezed shut as Rafa fucks him hard.

“Fuck, Fred, ‘m close. Want me to…?” Rafa offers, his fingers curling around Fred’s cock.

“God, please,” Fred whines, kneeling up so he can press his back against Rafa’s chest. They look gorgeous together; Rafa’s arm wrapped around Fred’s waist, and Fred’s head tipped back onto Rafa’s shoulder as Rafa jerks him off, the long line of his neck looking deliciously tempting. You want to bite him but you’re not so sure your legs will support you moving right now.

Instead, you watch with Sonny as the two men move together, enjoying the sheen of sweat covering Fred’s body and the way Rafa slides his other hand over to clutch urgently at his hip. Fred bites his bottom lip, desperately trying to hold in the needy little whines that Rafa is seemingly effortlessly coaxing out of him, but when Rafa bends his head forward to suck a bright red mark into the side of his neck Fred practically wails, reaching back to clutch Rafa’s hair and keep his head tight to his neck.

His thighs are trembling and you can tell he isn’t going to last very long. So can Rafa, apparently, grunting sharply and lifting his head up just enough to hiss in Fred’s ear,

“Fuck, Fred, you getting close? Yeah? I can feel you so fucking tight around my cock–you gonna come soon?” When Fred nods shakily Rafa lifts his eyes up to you, his hips still moving hard, and orders,

“Get up, sweet girl. One of us should get to come all over those gorgeous tits tonight.”

Sonny leans over to kiss your cheek before you get up on your knees and run your fingers through the damp, sweaty hair at Fred’s temples.

“I’m so glad you changed your mind Fred,” you tell him, brushing your thumb over his bitten red lips. “I love watching you come.” You sit back on your heels as Fred squeezes his eyes shut and whines desperately, his free hand grabbing your arm for balance as he starts fucking Rafa’s fist in earnest.

You look down when you feel the first hot splash of Fred’s come hit your chest so you can watch his cock twitch in Rafa’s big hand. You lick your lips as you watch–his cock jerking and soft stomach shuddering–until his thighs start to shake and he lets go of your arm to bat ineffectually at the boss’s still stroking fingers. You look up and see him, sweaty, red, and gasping for air as Rafa starts to push him past pleasure and into overstimulation. Your eyes flick to Rafa’s face over Fred’s shoulder and see that he isn’t going to last much longer either.

“God, you feel fucking amazing around my cock. Fuck, I love being inside you Fred, love coming inside you guapo, shit, shit, shit–” Both of his hands go to Fred’s hips and he holds him as tight to his body as he can when he comes with a loud groan, burying his face against the side of Fred’s hair and breathing hard.

Fred hangs his sweaty head and grips Rafa’s hands, panting. Sonny sits up next to you and licks some of Fred’s come off of one of your nipples, but makes a face and sits back. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“What?” he asks defensively, cheeks heating up. “”S cold and it’s kinda gross.”

Rafa snorts against Fred’s neck before pulling out of him with a satisfied sigh. He flops onto the bed, and drags Fred down with him, curling his arms around the man and tugging him close for a cuddle. You roll your eyes and shove at Sonny’s shoulder, settling down next to the doctor with a tired groan. “Go get me a washcloth then,” you tell him with a smile. Sonny presses a kiss to your cheek before smiling and slipping off the bed. “And plug the lights back in–I liked how festive the room looked with them on.” Sonny salutes and saunters over to the other side of the room, plugging the lights back in and turning the lamp off on his way past and into the en suite.

The room is lit with the same soft glow that you love about the tree in the living room and you hum happily, staring at the shadows on the ceiling.

“I think this is nice, we should keep the bedroom lit like this all season,” you suggest. Rafa grunts agreeably, more focussed on catching his breath and playing with Fred’s hair than paying attention to any questions about interior decorating. You hear the tap run for a few seconds and Sonny is just stepping back into the room when Fred scoffs and remarks,

“I’d rather keep one room sacrosanct from ridiculous Christmas ‘festivities’, if the rest of you wouldn’t mind. There is only so much of that nonsense that I can tolerate.”

You turn your head to stare at him incredulously and see Rafa do the same, his eyebrows drawing down and together as he frowns ferociously at the man between you and his fingers stopping their gentle carding through the doctor’s hair.

“I hope you all realize that coercing a confession out of someone hardly ever works and I didn’t mean a thing I said earlier.” He looks disgustingly pleased with himself. “I believe the kids these days say ‘psyche’?”

The washcloth that Sonny had gotten for you to clean up with lands on Fred’s face with a wet ‘splat’ and he sputters furiously, while Rafa tells him matter of factly,

“You’re not getting at that shower until all three of us have taken our sweet fucking time with it. Also, congratulations Grinch, I am not turning my Christmas playlist off until New Years. That shriveled heart of yours is going to grow three fucking sizes by the 25th or I will die trying.”

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[cornishkat]

Mistletoe

Rafael Barba x F!Reader

Warnings:  Just Christmas dancing fluff with Barba.

Summary: Olivia Benson drags you and Barba into a Christmas charity gala, but  you get more than you ever imagined dancing with him.

“You have to be kidding Olivia, can we not just donate money!”

“Carisi this the Christmas charity gala, not much of a gala if we don’t have entertainment”

“Well if you need someone to dance, I’m sure Kat told us she used to dance”

“Sonny how about you don’t volunteer me for things.  Anyway I would need a partner, are you volunteering”

“No, never have been much good at dancing, I’m sure the Sarge here can get you a partner”

“Well unless you are going to put your money where your mouth is, keep out of it”

“What is Carisi interfering with now?”

Turning around you saw Barba walking across the office.

“We are talking about the Christmas charity gala and Carisi trying to volunteer me councellor”

“And what exactly is he volunteering you for?”

“The ballroom dancing, but it has seems to escaped him that it takes two to tango, so to speak”

“I didn’t realise you were a dancer Kat”

“I’m not really, just did a little bit here and there.  But not sure I want to dance in a room fully of my collegues even if it is for charity”

“Well if you want a partner, I am more than willing to offer my services”

“Excuse me, you councellor?”

“Excellent, so that is settled, Kat and Barba for the dancing.  Now Carisi lets talk about what you are going to do”

With that Olliva walked off and left you and Barba standing there in silence.  How had you managed to get yourself into this.  Not only were you going to have to dance with Rafael Barba but you were going to have to do it in front of a room full of people.

“So I will leave the choice of dance up to you, shall we meet this evening we have only a week to ensure we don’t make complete fools of ourselves”

And with that Barba headed out of the office and left you standing there.  You spent the rest of the day trying to think which dance would be the best and also thinking about the fact you could be spending the next week in the arms of Rafael Barba.  That man had an effect on you like no one else but until today you had barely got a whole conversation out of him.  He was always polite but he kept his distance, so the offer of being your dance partner had almost floored you.  By the the time you had finished work you had decided the best dance would be an American Smooth, ok it was mostly in hold but a lot less dangerous than a rhumba or a tango.  Also he was an ADA and this gala was going to be attended by all of your colleagues and bosses, best to play it safe.  

As you finished up your last report you looked up to see Barba standing by your desk.

“So are you reading to start practicing?”

“Keen counsellor, so keen”

“Well if we are going to do this we need to make sure we don’t end up tripping over each other”

“And exactly were do you propose that we practice, don’t tell me your apartment has a ballroom”

“Funny, but no.  But I do have somewhere we can use.  Have you decided on a dance?”

“I thought we could play it safe with an American Smooth”

“Really that is your idea of playing it safe”

“What do you suggest, a nice waltz maybe old man!”

“Enough of the old man, I just wasn’t aware I was partnering a professional”

“Funny, I don’t know about you councellor but I am not auditioning for Strictly Ballroom anytime soon”

“Shall we get on with this”

“Lead the way”

Barba took you to a small dance studio not far from where he lived.  You could feel the nerves as you played with the music system.  The thought about being in his arms was again playing on your mind, as he carefully took of his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves.  You looked over at his muscular fore arms and his broad chest framed in his signature suspenders.

“So do I get to know what song we are going to try and dance too”

You looked shying across at him, feeling a blush heat your cheeks.

“Kat I don’t think I have ever see you blush before, what gives?”

“I couldn’t help myself, when I thought of an American Smooth I just could get this one out of my mind”

Pressing play you slowly walk across the room to Barba as the opening bars of “Singing in the Rain” played out across the speakers.  Looking up at him you saw a smile spreading across his face.

“Good choice, just as long as you don’t expect me to dance like Gene Kelly”

“One of my favourite films, you always feel happy at the end of it”

Barba stepped forward offering you his hand, as you took it he pulled you into hold and you felt your breath catch in your chest.  To your surprise he began to lead you gracefully around the room, starting with a couple of slow waltz steps before springing lightly into a fast quickstep.  The surprise must have been evident on your face as you spun around the room.

“You ok there Kat?”

“Well, you are full of surprises councillor”

“I think as we are going to be spending the next week together, Rafael is more suited rather than you keep calling me councillor”

After you had spent the next night practicing your routine, you had caught Barba looking across at you as you both took a break.

“I have an idea if you are up for it Kat”

“I’m listening”

“I think we can maybe add a little more to this dance”

“What are you thinking”

“Maybe a couple of lifts….”

“Are you serious, you’re going to try and lift me?”

“There is not much of you to lift, but you have to trust me”

“Of course, I trust you”

Gently taking your hand you both span out from each other, as he pulled you back into him you placed your arm on his shoulders and he put his arm round waist and lifted you up as he kept spinning around.  You felt your heart soar as you brought your legs up and he effortlessly held you in the lift.  As he gently lowered you back down your face was so close to his you could feel his breath on your skin and was so close you could have kissed his soft lips.  

The more you practiced the lifts the closer you became to Barba, it felt magical everytime he lifted you and held you in his arms, spinning you across the room, his face so close to yours and the feel of his strong arms around you.  Before you had liked him but now you could feel yourself falling for him.  Sometimes quite literally as you had miss timed a couple of the lifts and the pair of you had ended up on the floor, you think it was the first him you had ever heard him laugh.

The more time you spent together the more you could feel your feelings towards him growing, you even started to think that maybe he was starting to feel the same way about you.  But neither of you seemed brave enough to make that first move, or maybe he didn’t feel the same, dancing like this meant you and to be so close to someone but maybe you were reading too much into it.

By the time the night of the gala came along your nerves where jangling, Barba turning up to collect you in a black tux that did nothing to calm your nerves.  He stood in your doorway just staring at you.

“Whats wrong, Rafael your staring”

“Nothing you look stunning”

“Thank you, scrubbed up well yourself”

“Are you ready to do this”

“No but if we were to run, Oliva would hunt us down”

The ballroom looked amazing as you entered your arm linked with Rafael, beautiful Christmas trees, shimmering tinsel and twinkling fairy lights filled the room.  

“Is it me or does that dance floor look very big”

“Look by the time we get up there everyone will have had a few eggnogs and will not even notice us”

“I have a feeling Rollins will be recording this to hold against me forever”

“I know a very good attorney if you need her sued”

“Lets just get a drink, steady the nerves”

You hadn’t even gotten half way through your glass of champagne before you heard the compare announce your dance.

“Have we still got time to run?”

“Kat we have not do all of this work for nothing and also it is for charity.  Come on we got this, you trust me”

“Always”

Taking your hand Rafael lead you across to the dance floor you could hear the team clapping and calling as you took a deep breath.  As Rafael took you in his arms you glazed into his eyes and as the music began it was only you and him in the room.  You felt like you where floating on air across the dance floor with the quickstep and foxtrot sections of the routine.  You literally were floating as you placed your hands on Rafael’s hips and he lifted you off the floor into a spin.  It was just you , him and the music you found yourself not even having to think but just letting the routine flow, even as he picked you up for the last lift you didn’t think you just trusted him.  Your face now inches from his as he span you faster and faster, his eyes never left your as he slowly stopped turning and brought you gently back down to the floor.

You could feel his breath on your face, but before either of you could do anything else the sound of clapping and cheering burst your bubble.  As both of you looked around you could see the team jumping up and down at the side of the dancefloor.  Taking a quick bow you headed over to them.

‘My god you two, that was amazing how on earth did you pull that off”

“It was like proper dancing”

“Thank you Sonny, as eliquant as ever”

“Well you have kept that talent well hidden Barba”

“I had an amazing partner, she made me look good”

“Well how about you get your amazing partner a drink”

You watched as Rafael headed off to the bar, Oliva came and stood next to and watched him too.

“So Kat, you and Barba then”

“There is nothing going on, it was just a dance and one that you dragged me into”

“You both looked totally lost in each other out there”

“Again it was just a dance”

“You keep telling yourself that”

You managed to avoid anymore conversation from the team about you and Barba, now the dance was done you could relax and just enjoy the evening.  Rafael walked over and stood next to you, god almighty his bow tie now hung untied around his neck and the top couple of buttons of his shirt where open.

“I don’t suppose I can have another dance with you”

“Thought you might have had enough of me by now”

“Never Kat, I have really enjoyed dancing with you, spending time with you”

“Of course I will dance with you, I can’t believe we don’t get to dance each day”

As you both stepped back onto the dancefloor the first bars of “White Christmas” started playing.  You gently swayed together, this time just slowly dancing, no lifts, no glamour, just you and Rafael.

“Kat, we could still dance if you want too”

Looking up into his green eyes, you could feel your heart almost skip a beat. But you had no idea how to reply to him, you just couldn’t form the words.

“I suppose what I’m trying to say is that I have really enjoyed spending time with you”

“I have loved our evenings together Rafael but I’m not sure what your asking”

Stopping he looked around him and them lead you over to the other side of he dancefloor, you looked at him quizzically.  He raised his eyes and you saw the mistletoe above your heads, pulling you closer he pressed his lips to yours.  

“Mi amour, I want to dance with you everyday”

“I think I could mange that with you”

#rafael barba x reader #suv fanfic