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thatesqcrush · 2 years

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The Last Matinee

Rafael Barba x f! reader. NSFW for p in v sex, no protection use (established relationship), oral (male), language. For @melk917 celebration bingo: the back row at the movie. WC: 1.8K

Every year over the Fourth of July holiday, there is a mass exodus from Manhattan. The city was practically empty - people head to the east end of Long Island where The Hamptons are or down the Jersey shoreline. As a result, the city was near quiet. You loved this time of the month - it felt as if NYC was your private city and without all of the touristy nonsense. And it was the perfect time for Rafael to take a well deserved long weekend with you.

With nothing on the agenda, the two of you slept in. It was a rarity with both your lines of work. More often than not (and as much as you both tried to avoid it from happening), the work came home with you both.

When you woke, you found Rafael still asleep, his bare back facing you. The apartment you shared was cool and comfortable, and you enjoyed the feel of the sheets against your body. You snuggled up against him, enveloping an arm around and under his. You felt Rafael shift slightly before he spoke.

“Usually I’m the big spoon.”

You let out a small giggle and pressed a kiss onto his back. “Morning.”

Rafael turned over to face you. His hair was wildly unkempt, stubble, a mix of salt and pepper, decorated his face.

“G’morning querida,” Rafael greeted you, before pressing a kiss on your lips. You snuggled closer to him, letting out a little squeal as he rolled onto his back, taking you with him. You sat up and Rafael’s hands found your hips.

“Did you sleep well?” you asked, running your hands along his soft chest hair. His chest hair was a mix of salt and pepper. The muscles beneath twitched at your touch.

“I did,” Rafael replied, looking up at you with a soft smile. His fingers skimmed the straps of your underwear before sliding under the oversized t-shirt you wore. “How could I not after last night?”

“Are you saying I wore you out old man?” You teased. Pleasure started to slowly eek out, making you feel warm and tingly. You gently rolled your hips, knowing what it’d do to Rafael. You felt victorious at feeling Rafael begin to harden beneath you. You leaned down to kiss him once more.

As your lips tangled his, you felt Rafael grab your ass, squeezing before he brought down a stinging smack. You let out a small whine and ground against him harder in response.

“I need you,” Rafael groaned. He could tell you were already soaked, from the dampness of your underwear, as you rocked against him, desperate for friction.

You scooted back and reached into his boxers, releasing his aching cock, which felt heavy in your hand. With your other hand, you reached between your legs and gathered some of your own slick. You pumped Rafael’s cock a few times until he was a panting mess beneath you.

“Keep doing that and I’ll come all over that pretty little hand,” Rafael grunted, his eyes fluttering close.

You released him gently and then hovered over his lap. He held his cock straight up as you pushed your panties to the side and slid onto him.

“Yessss,” Rafael hissed, as he bucked into you, making sure you were fully seated. You closed your own eyes, relishing in the feel of him inside you, your pussy stretching and accommodating the girth of his thick length.

After a moment, you opened your eyes to gaze down at him. Rafael looked up at you with heavy lidded eyes. His hands grasped your hips and started guiding you as you rode him.

“God, you look so fucking good up there, taking my cock so well.” Rafael praised you, further spurring your arousal.

Rafael’s hands slid up and under your shirt, finding your breasts. As his fingers grazed your nipples, you slowed your movement so that you could tug your shirt off. Rafael sat up, holding you close as you continued to gyrate on his lap. His mouth dipped to a breast, licking and sucking while he used a hand to tug and tweak the other.

You moaned Rafael’s name repeatedly, continuing to rock against him. The sitting position afforded the two of you a closeness, which allowed you to reach between your bodies to your clit. You could feel your own release rapidly approaching, rushing like a pot about to spill over.

“That’s it, good girl, good girl,” Rafael murmured as your pussy clenched around his cock. Rafael kissed you hard, swallowing your cries as you came.

Rafael gave another few thrusts, and then he let out his own guttural groan as he came too.

Rafael threw himself back dramatically, bringing you along with him. He hugged you tightly, pressing kisses along your bare shoulder.

You let out a lazy hum, kissing the tip of his aquiline nose. “Now that’s the definition of good morning.”

“I’ll say,” Rafael laughed.

Eventually the two of you left the bed and found the shower, where Rafael spent the majority of the time on his knees bringing you to climax again and again.

All that time spent caused you and Rafael to be hungry. You and Rafael left the apartment in search of sustenance. What neither of you accounted for was how uncomfortably hot it was - the atmosphere was thick and swampy.

The sun was sweltering and sultry, beating down. The prospect of going out seemed like a poor choice, even if you were starving.

You were grateful for the sundress you decided to wear, but even that was sticking to you uncomfortably so. Rafael didn’t look much comfortable either, his cheeks red, with sweat on his brow.

You were about to wave a white flag and suggest retreating back home when it dawned on you what was nearby given the street you were on.

“Oh let’s catch a movie at The Angelika!”

Rafael wrinkled his nose, before relenting. “A movie? I don’t know - what is even playing?”

You took out your phone and quickly found the current shows and times. “Oh that French movie you like is playing - Le Jour Se Lève.”

Rafael’s eyes lit up. “That is such an underrated film.”

“It’s so hot - we can just sit and cool off,” you continued. “We can get popcorn.”

Rafael nodded. “When’s the next showing?”

You looked at your phone. “The last matinee is in 10 minutes - perfect timing.”

The two of you hurried across the street to the theatre. Despite being recently renovated, The Angelika gave off old-school movie house vibes, offering an intimate and charming movie experience.

After a stop at the concessions, the two of you made your way into the theatre.

Rafael started to head down to the middle, but you tugged on his hand, leading him to the back row. The theatre was completely empty except for the two of you.

You rested your head on Rafael’s shoulder as the film began. You reached for the popcorn, cupping a small amount before bringing it to your mouth to eat. As the amount of popcorn dwindled, your mind drifted to the earlier activities and you felt a bolt of pleasure shoot down to your cunt.

You sat straight up and pretended to reach into the bucket in Rafael’s lap but instead, reached for his lap.

Even though it was dark, you were able to catch a cocked brow from Rafael. “Naughty, naughty,” he tsked.

“Did you think I wanted to come to the movies to actually watch the movie?” you countered, making way to the front of his lap and getting on your knees.

“Do I need to remind you of penal code 245? Can’t have the Manhattan ADA getting arrested.”

“Then be quiet,” you replied as you continued to palm Rafael through his shorts.

You rose up briefly so you were more level to him and helped him quickly undo and lower his shorts,freeing his engorged cock. Even in the darkened theatre, you appreciated the beautiful sight that was his cock - jutting upwards, thick and veiny, with a bead of come that oozed from the tip. Your mouth filled with saliva and you wet your lips. You gripped his cock lightly and then lowered your mouth onto him. Your warm mouth on his cock caused Rafael to grunt.

Rafael’s hand immediately twisted into your hair, softly pressing down, so you could take more of him.

“That’s it. Suck my cock.” Rafael rumbled. You used your tongue to lick his thick shaft which earned a Dios mio from him. Rafael’s eyes were fixated on you, his brows furrowed as you continue to suck on his cock.

“Fuck, you’re such a good little cocksucker.” Rafael praised as his hips began to lift from the chair.

Rafael gripped your hair tightly and firmly removed your head off of him. You looked at him with wide eyes, your lips swollen and wet, with saliva dripping down your chin.

“You look so gorgeous like that,” Rafael whispered.

Rafael took his cock into his fist and ran the head of his cock back and forth on your lips. You opened your mouth slightly and he repeated the action, this time tapping it against your half open mouth. “Wider.” You do as he requested and he shoved his cock back inside your mouth.

One of his large hands was wound into the back of your hair, fingers twisting through your soft locks, forcing your head up and down the thick shaft of his cock. He pulled you back, allowing you the air you needed to stop your mind from going foggy and looked down at you, collecting the spit that soaked your chin and rubbing it over the rest of your mouth.

“You’re a fucking mess.” He grunted, forcing you back onto his cock. He was hitting the back of your throat over and over, your gag reflex threatening to kick in again. He felt the coil of his own orgasm tightened and once more, he pulled back.

“I’m close,” Rafael warned.

“Give it to me.” You begged, shamelessly. Rafael shoved his cock into your mouth. A few more sucks was it all took as his cock kicked and he shot his load, thick, hot and creamy, down your throat. You took it all, not leaving a drop behind. Rafael collapsed on the chair, watching you as you licked your mouth clean.

You moved back to your seat and Rafael fixed himself. Once adjusted, Rafael turned over to kiss you, tasting himself on your mouth.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Rafael teased.

“Glad I could be of service,” you teased in return.

“Now, how about you come sit here so I can repay you,” Rafael murmured, tapping his thigh. “Good girls get rewarded - let’s see how many more times I can make you come before the movie finishes.

FIN.

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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The Nanny With Benefits Ch 9

Rita Calhoun x reader. Rafael Barba x reader. Barhoun X reader warnings: language, smut, alcohol consumption.

Also i took some liberties… doee this count for the “table top” square of @melk917 bingo?👀

After lunch and splitting ways with Rafael and Lucia, Rita headed home, as she’d told her assistant, her plan was to work from there for the rest of the day, hopefully get ahead on paperwork for once. She stepped out of her heels, moving through the kitchen to set up at the island, tossing her blazer over the back of one of the chairs. She was surprised to find the house seemingly empty, but was thankful it was quiet, and it was more than clear that you’d gone overboard with your responsibilities, the place was spotless and impeccably clean. Before she settled into her work she swiped a hard seltzer from the fridge, it was Friday, the kids were obviously elsewhere, and after the conversations over lunch, she needed a bit of a breather. And perhaps a little liquid courage to try and figure out how to approach the subject that was you.

She was about halfway finished her work when she heard a noise from down the hall. It caught her attention and she looked up in the direction of your room, perhaps you were home after all? She was about to turn back to working when her ears picked up on another noise. Though this one intrigued her far more, she felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her, suddenly she was paying strict attention. A quiet moan came around the corner of the hall, followed by a small gasp. She felt the heat creeping up the back of her neck, finding herself shifting to try and get comfortable in her chair.

Attempting to finish her work, she tried to refocus back there as the noise subsided, but she couldn’t help the heat building within her. A short while later, she heard your bedroom door open, quiet footsteps on the hardwood as you padded out into the main area of the apartment. Your eyes were on your phone as you were typing out a reply to a text, the apartment was quiet, and when you rounded into the kitchen you jumped, letting out a gasp at the sight of Rita sitting at the island.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” You tried to recollect yourself after nearly dropping your phone, “I didn’t think anybody was home.”

“Didn’t mean to startle you.” She replied with a coy smile, her eyes darting over your frame. You were dressed in pyjama shorts and a form fitting tank, “is it nap time for everyone?”

“Oh…kids are at Amanda’s for a play date.” You moved through the room, opening the fridge and swiping one of the seltzer’s as you tried to avoid Rita’s gaze. “I’ll stay outta your hair, wouldn’t want to disturb your work.”

“This is done.” Rita let out a satisfied sigh, closing the binder and pushing it off to the side as she picked up her drink. “Figured I’d just get a heads start on the weekend. Are the kids sleeping over too?”

“No.” You cracked the can, taking a hefty sip, “Lucia’s picking them up after dinner. Guess I was getting an early start on the weekend too?”

“Well…” she smiled, extending her drink out, “cheers to that then.”

You clinked your can with hers before taking a sip, with how casual she was being you were beginning to wonder if she even realized she had kissed you that morning, or if she’d completely forgotten about the entire thing already. You certainly hadn’t, and there was no doubt it was going to stay in your memory for quite a while longer, and the fact that Rita was currently wearing your faved red suit wasn’t helping the situation.

“Rafael tells me you’re quite the pool player.” Her voice broke through your trance and you glanced up to her, trying not to blush as her gaze landed on you.

“Oh..” you laughed, “yeah. I definitely kicked his ass, shoulda put money on it before we played.”

“He also told me you have some beliefs that may be a little unconventional.”

“What’d’you mean?” Your brow furrowed, trying to think back to that night, suddenly wondering about your job.

“Well to put it bluntly he said you swing both ways and prefer poly or open relationships.” You choked on your drink, feeling your cheeks heat immensely, “he wasn’t completely sure on the details, so feel free to correct me if I’m wrong.”

“You’re…uh…not…” you managed to get at least that out through a couple more coughs, taking another sip to soothe your throat. “He mention anything else?”

“Only that you were quite the flirt.”

God. You were about to die. Either spontaneously combust never to be seen again, or Rita Calhoun was about to murder you. You weren’t sure which, and honestly, you were currently just wishing for a sinkhole to open up under the apartment so you wouldn’t have to deal with either.

“Rita I”-

“No need to explain or worry.” She replied with a grin, “I’m not concerned. Besides, I was the one that kissed you this morning.”

“So we are acknowledging that then. Okay.” You nodded, “you don’t need to explain anything, I’m sure it was just an accident.”

“And if it wasn’t?” She raised a brow, a wicked grin on lips as she took another sip.

“I…I’m confused.” You let out a little huff as your head tilted, “what about Rafael?”

“Well as it turns out, I’ve discovered that you have more in common with us than I originally thought. But that’s not what’s on my mind right now…” she slipped off the stool, placing her drink down on the island as she stepped towards you and you felt your heartbeat skyrocket. This close basically all you could do was stare at her lips, her perfume invading your senses, all common sense was out the window at this point and you were acting on instinct alone.

“What exactly is on your mind?” You breathed out, your eyes finally darting up to hers and she chuckled softly.

“A little reenactment of this morning….but with proper feeling…” she smiled gently, her fingers pushed back a stray strand of hair off your face and trailed down your jawline, “if that’s alright with you of course.”

“That…is very alright with me…” your eyes shot down to her lips again, catching the way her tongue darted out to wet them before she smirked. Your breath caught in your throat and you felt like you were about to explode as her hand moved to cup the back of your head, pulling you intoxicatingly close to her before your lips met.

This time you were ready, you were aware of exactly just what was happening and your eyes fluttered shut, lips moving with grace against hers, a small sigh escaping them into her lungs. Her tongue danced across your lips, begging for entrance and you complied immediately. A faint groan escaped your throat as your tongue moved with hers, finally tasting her and god you didn’t think you’d ever be able to get enough.

The hand she had tangled into your hair tightened at the roots, tugging lightly. When you let out a soft moan you could feel her lips smirk against yours before she nipped at your lip and you practically whimpered. Her other hand cupped around your waist, slowly moving upward until it rested under your chest and your skin prickled with need, whining into the kiss. The whine got louder as she pulled away, a dark chuckle escaping her kiss swollen lips.

“Someone certainly is eager….”

“What’s the saying?” You murmured, “the forbidden fruit always tastes sweeter?”

“Hmmm…” her thumb shifted, grazing over your nipple and you gasped, “is that what you were thinking about? While you were playing with yourself earlier?”

“Wh”—

Your confusion was quickly lost as her lips began to trail across your jaw, nipping your earlobe before they started their descent on your neck. Your eyes fluttered shut as your head rolled to the side, giving her easier access, you could feel the stickiness of her lipstick marking up your skin as she continued.

“Don’t lie to me darling.” She murmured into your skin, “I could hear those pretty little moans all the way out here. Were you thinking of me?” You let out a small whine as her teeth sunk into your neck, “thinking about that kiss this morning? About all the other wonderful places my mouth could be on your pretty little body?”

“Oh god…” you moaned, your hands grasping at her blouse as you tried to tug her impossibly close to you.

“Shame I couldn’t hear that pussy of yours too…I don’t suppose you’re still wet?” Her lips suddenly vanished from your skin and you whined, your eyes flying open as she raised a brow in your direction. The hand cupping your chest changed its direction, tracing back down your body and over your hip, only pausing to hover over your barely clothed cunt while she waited for your consent. “Maybe I should check?”

“Please do…” you whispered and she chuckled once more.

Her hand cupped at your cunt and you let out a sigh, your head dropping forward to rest against her shoulder, your eyes screwing shut once again. Your hands gripped at her arms, begging for more as she nearly massaged at you through your shorts. She suddenly spun you in her arms, pushing you up against the island as her hand moved again, this time slipping below the waistband of your shorts.

“Didn’t even bother with fresh panties? You really are begging for it.” Her free hand moved your hair to the side, exposing your neck as her mouth returned to its assault on your tender skin. The hand she had buried in your shorts began to rub at your clit, unsurprised as your gasped, your hips rocking back against hers at the sudden intimate touch.

One of your hands came to clutch at the arm that was toying with your still sensitive pussy, grasping her skin as she slipped lower over your cunt, the other braced itself against the island. Her fingers slid through your folds, collecting your juices as she pulled them back up to your throbbing clit, rubbing against it slowly but with more pressure this time.

“How hard did you come thinking of me? Hmm?” Her hand slipped lower, this time the tips of her fingers sinking into you, teasing you with just how good she could feel, “do you think you can squirt for me darling?”

“Jesus…” you swore under your breath as her fingers fully sunk into your cunt and you dropped over the island, resting on your forearms as she began to pump into you.

You had no idea something like this could feel so fucking phenomenal, it was clear that you’d been waiting in want for far too long. If Rita could make you feel this fucking good with just her fingers, what else could she do to you? What else would you beg her to do to you? Your pussy was fluttering around her as she continued to fuck you, you started to rock back towards her, sinking her fingers deeper within you.

“That’s it darling…” she cooed, leaning forward to press a kiss to your shoulder, “you’re so wet already, let me make you feel good.”

You let out a small whine in response, a moan leaving your lips as her fingers picked up the pace, the heel of her hand dragging over your clit.

“Oh fuck Rita..” you moaned out, your body began to let go to the pleasure, cunt clenching around her fingers as your clit throbbed against her hand, you were aching to come again, still so raw from your self session that you absolutely needed it.

You were both so lost in one another and reaching your peak that neither of you heard the front door open or any of the other noise, it was only when he spoke that you realized you’d been caught by Rafael.

“The kitchen? Really?” He raised a brow, “Rita…come on…”

Your eyes shot open, a gasp leaving your mouth, and this one not from pleasure as you shot up to fully standing, worry etched across your features.

“And here I was thinking you liked fucking in the kitchen.” Rita teased, her fingers not stopping their movements while her lips moved to kiss at your neck again.

“Raf, I..” you couldn’t even get the full sentence out, your breath catching in your throat as Rita’s free hand cupped at your chest, pinching your nipple and he simply chuckled in return.

“She is such a pretty little thing, isn’t she?” Rita asked, watching the way Rafael began to saunter through the room.

“You really took the pouncing literally, didn’t you?” He asked in response and she full heartedly laughed.

“What can I say? I see something I want and I’m going to get it.”

“Oh I’m more than well aware of that.” Rafael cupped at her cheek gently, her fingers still buried within you, continuing to torment you, her lips pressed a gentle kiss to your neck again.

“You should hear the pretty noises she makes, they’re absolutely delectable.” Rita murmured, “and I just know her pussy’s going to feel incredible around your cock.” She curled her fingers right as she spoke, stroking your gspot, pulling a moan from you, “would you like that darling? Rafael’s cock buried deep within you?”

“Oh fuck…” your head rolled back onto Rita’s shoulder, your body beginning to tremble against hers as you drew nearer to your peak of pleasure.

“I think that’s a yes.” Rita smirked, nipping at your neck, her fingers now pulling filthy noises from your drenched cunt with each thrust. “Would you like to join us?” She raised a brow to Rafael who chuckled.

“As much as I would…” he stepped forward, his fingers tilting your head up from where it laid on Rita, your eyes shot open at the feeling, whimpering at his touch, “god you really are a needy little thing aren’t you?” He laughed and you nodded, “believe me, I want to fill you up until you can’t take it anymore…” he leant down, his lips meeting yours and you sighed happily.

Your lips moved easily against each other, his tongue sunk into your mouth in the same moment Rita’s fingers sunk back into your pussy and you let out a wanton moan into Rafael’s kiss, your orgasm shuddering though you as you were practically pinned between the two of them.

The arm Rita had wound around you held you steady while your body trembled, her mouth still sucking at the tender skin of your neck. Rafael’s hands rested on your waist, one daring to sneak up your body, cupping at your chest as your body trembled through the after shocks. He nipped at your lip before pulling away, his gaze meeting Rita’s once again.

“Well…” Rita chuckled, her fingers slipping out of you and your shorts, “it appears she is a squirter…”

Your eyes widened as her fingers raised into your eye line, and your breath caught in your throat as Rafael’s lips wrapped around them, a satisfied moan coming from him as he sucked your juices from her digits.

“And so fucking sweet.” He smirked down at you and you really weren’t sure if you were going to make it.

“I’ll ask again…would you like to join?” Rita asked before pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head.

“Take her upstairs.” Rafael replied with a nod toward the hallway, “you have your fun.”

“Why can’t I have my fun out here?” Rita pouted with a laugh, “you always did love a good show.”

“I do.” He laughed, pressing a kiss to your lips and one to hers, “but Mami will be back with the kids in twenty, so I suggest you take this upstairs.”

“Fine.” Rita shot him a glare, her hand grasping at yours as she tugged you away from the kitchen.

It was a flurry of movement once you were on the second level of the apartment, there was no hesitation from either of you at this point. While you were still confused about the dynamic of their marriage it was very clear that they were both in support of this happening. You eagerly let Rita undress you and herself, hands and mouths seeking out every inch of the other’s body that you’d been absolutely dying to explore. You whined as her weight suddenly left you alone on the bed, but as your eyes followed her through the room you weren’t about to complain at the sight of her strapping up, ready to fuck you so good you couldn’t even function.

“You alright darling?” She asked as she stepped toward the bed, spreading lube over the toy with her hand.

“Yes…” you breathed out.

“Would you like me to fuck you?”

“Oh god yes.” You practically moaned, aching for her cock buried within the pulsating walls of your cunt.

“Good.” She settled over you and your hands hit her hips.

“Wait..” you nudged at her to roll onto her back and she raised a brow, “I want to ride you.”

“Well I am not about to say no to that glorious image.” She chuckled, her hands staying on your hips as you lined yourself up.

You smeared the toy with the lube she had applied, moving some of it up to your cunt, letting out a soft moan at the touch as you lined up her cock with your entrance. Rita stayed sitting up, her free hand braced against the bed behind her as her other one wrapped tightly around your waist while you sunk down onto her cock.

You let out a heavy moan at the sensation, your eyes fluttering shut again as your lips sought out hers, chasing them in a breathless kiss as you began to ride her. Rita let out a soft moan at the feeling of the toy pressing against her clit, her hips thrusting up to meet yours. You lost yourself in the pleasure, her cock dragging against your walls with each thrust, you began to ride her with more power. Your hands left her body, coming to run up your body, pinching at your tits, tugging at your hair as you tossed your head back, hips meeting hers as your noises became louder.

Your hands found her waist, pushing her down into the bed as you began to ride her cock with more vigour. The sounds escaping your lips became louder and breathier as you chased your release, a yelp coming from you as Rita’s hand found your clit, rubbing at it once again.

“Oh god…” you moaned, “more…please more…”

Rita simply chuckled, her arm wrapping around your waist as she flipped you onto your back, her cock still buried deep within you. She pressed one of your legs up to your shoulder, finally able to sink herself deeper into you and you let out a loud moan, your pussy clenching around her cock.

“That’s my sweet girl.” She cooed, “tell me how much you like that. How good you feel, I just know that pretty little pussy feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock. Are you going to come for me darling? I want to see you tremble against me again.”

“Fuck!” You nearly yelled, “god Rita! Please don’t stop!”

You could feel the heat burning at your skin, you were nearly embarrassed with how fast you’d come in the kitchen earlier, and you were feeling the same now as Rita fucked you into the mattress. There was simply something about this woman, about this couple, that made you absolutely weak and before you knew it, between the feeling of her cock pressing on your gspot and her fingers rubbing at your clit, you were shaking in her arms once again. This time your juices dribbled out around the toy, your near cries finally morphing into soft pants as she softly fucked you through your orgasm.

“Jesus Christ…” you muttered as she slipped out of you, dropping down onto the bed beside you with a soft laugh.

“You alright darling?” She asked breathlessly, her hand pounced around in search for yours until she found it, interlinking your fingers.

“Oh…I’m fucking great.” You laughed in response, pulling another laugh from her. She leant over, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before she shifted, tossing the strap off to the side of the bed to be dealt with later.

The two of you caught your breath, laying in the afterglow for a brief moment, your hands toying at each other’s bodies, Rita encouraged you to curl into her, letting you snuggling into her chest. You let out a soft hum at the gesture, a smile breaking across your cheeks at the tender kiss she left upon your head. It was only after a moment that you finally spoke,

“Can…can I ask something?”

“Of course my dear.” She replied instantly, pressing another kiss to your head.

“What the fuck is going on with you and Rafael?” Rita let out a bark of a laugh at your question, her chest heaving under your chin as you shifted to gain her gaze.

“It is nothing for you to worry about my darling, I promise.” With a smile she caressed your cheek, pinching at your chin, “we do love each other, and we’ve had some history. Mainly back in college, but we knew it would never work long term.”

“But…you’re married?”

“We made a deal at Harvard we would get married if we were both single at forty five.”

“People actually do that?” You asked and she snorted.

“We did.” She kissed the top of your head again, “but we did so under the pretence that we were both able to have other relationships outside of our marriage if we both respected things, or if the intended person was an interest to both of us.”

“How many side pieces have you had?” You asked, murmuring against her skin as you pressed a kiss to it.

“Officially, you would be the first.” She chuckled, “Rollins and Carisi were our normal go to’s before we got married, but they have seemed to shy away since then.”

“You had a thing with them?”

“No darling. I had a soft spot for Amanda, Rafael has and does have a thing for Carisi. We’re trying to help that out as much as we can, he just needs a little bit of nudging.”

“Good to know.” You let out a little yawn, nuzzling deeper into her arms.

“There is plenty to discuss with you though.” She hugged you a little tighter, “you’re obviously aware of my affection, but Rafael feels the same about you. We are very interested if you would be in interested in continuing this further, making this more than just a sexual relationship.”

“Really?” You shifted your head up again to catch her gaze.

“Of course.” She laughed, pressing a kiss to your lips, “you’re already part of our family, why not make you part of us?”

“I guess I never thought of it that way.” You giggled softly, chasing her lips for another kiss.

Before either of you could speak again, there was a brief knock on the door pulling both of your attention before Rafael pushed it open.

“Not that I mean to interrupt but dinner is ready and the kids are asking for both of you.”

“Fuck.”

“Right.”

You and Rita both scrambled from the bed, quickly finding the clothing you needed to make yourselves presentable and kid friendly as you moved through the bedroom.

“I take it things went well?” Rafael asked with a raise of his brow.

“Ask her.” Rita gestured toward you with a smirk.

“You sweet thing.” Rafael started, “would you like to be ours?” His hand came up to stroke at your cheek and you felt the heat build within you once again.

“Don’t fucking tease.” You replied just before he kissed you, his beard nearly scratching against your skin.

“Y/n!” A tiny voice called out from downstairs and you broke the kiss, your cheeks flushed as you nodded to both of them, darting from the room and hurrying downstairs. While you may hold new status with Rita and Rafael, you were still here to do a job, and if Damian or Isabelle needed you, that was your priority

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lannister-slings-and-arrows · 2 years

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A Dirty Trick

A story written in collaboration with @pascalispretty in the Rafael Barba x Rita Calhoun/Sonny Carisi x Reader Law School AU Keeping Young Talent Coming Our Way

Gif by @iheartcarisi Cross posted on ao3!

For @melk917 's bingo fulfilling the "In the public bathroom or in the back of the classroom" square.

Warnings: teasing, vaginal fingering, public teasing, semi-public sex, sass, bathroom sex, dirty talk, p. in v. sex, swearing, getting distracted from assignments that are basically half their grade, and meghan misses college especially history of the early american republic variety she is sorry she went off on a tangent about judicial review. Rating: E Word Count: 4533 Summary: You and Sonny take a short break to get reacquainted.

“I’m a little surprised we aren’t getting a defense for Marshall from you Sonny, isn’t he like your Con. Law super crush?”

You and Sonny both jump guiltily when you hear his name and Sonny quickly moves his hand back down your leg to the relatively tame area of your knee. He looks around at Brandon and Alice and clears his throat, the tips of his ears pinking up attractively.

“Sorry, what?” He coughs again and blinks between them. You fiddle with the papers and notebooks in front of you, shifting your laptop over exactly one inch to make it look like you’re busy and hard at work. Busy moving your laptop around. And definitely not trying not to squirm as Sonny’s long fingers tease you through your underwear.

Your two classmates share a knowing, and only slightly exasperated, glance before Alice sighs and props her head up on her chin, looking at Sonny and repeating,

“I said: I’m surprised that Brandon wasn’t getting any help defending Marshall from my brutal and ‘completely unfair’ criticism.”

Sonny listens politely, fingers still absently playing over your knee, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. Brandon glowers at Alice and holds up a long finger in protest.

“Listen, don’t give him the wrong idea–I didn’t say that Marshall was flawless, I just merely pointed out that if he had attempted to try and force Jackson into serving that commission Jackson would have just fucking ignored him. Then SCOTUS would have lost all power and influence completely and where would we be now as a nation? What about all the good the courts have been able to do since he instituted judicial review? He–”

“He was a coward who should have stood up to Jackson and told him that withholding judicial commissions is illegal and he had to deliver that stupid piece of paper to Marbury!” Alice interjects huffily, rolling her eyes to the ceiling, not bothering to look at Brandon. Sonny sighs next to you. His fingers trail up the inside of your thigh again, causing you to shiver and squirm. “Maybe if he had Trump wouldn’t have pulled the same shit on Obama and Garland!”

“Okay well first off, Congress refused to vote on Garland, that’s a little bit different–”

“Oh my God Bran, don’t you fucking mansplain to me.”

“How is it mansplaining if you’re actually wrong, Alice?!”

“It’s your tone, asshole.”

“Sorry, Your Majesty, next time you interrupt me to say something wrong and stupid I will make sure to couch my correction in the proper form of address.” Alice rolls her eyes. “Secondly, come on, you don’t think that Turtle Man and Company really would have paid any attention to a 200 year old judicial precedent do you? Seriously?”

Sonny’s fingers are gentle and warm on your thigh, softly stroking up and down, moving higher and higher with every pass. He continues to watch the argument between your friends, looking for all the world like he is completely invested in the discussion. You quickly lose the thread of what they’re saying–you aren’t even entirely sure what Marshall, judicial review, or Marbury v. Madison have to do with precedent coming into conflict with jury rulings–as Sonny continues to tease you.

You fiddle with your notes again, moving your laptop back the inch you had shifted it before, and try to stare interestedly at Brandon as he snaps something most likely cutting at Alice who heaves a sigh and throws her hands up, exasperated. You try to stifle a gasp and quickly cut your eyes over to your boyfriend as his fingers finally find your clit through your underwear again, teasing delicately, gently pressing against it. He nods at something someone says–God, who’s even speaking right now, was that Alice–and you shift in your seat, biting your lip and trying to squirm away from the pressure. The more you try to evade his fingers the harder Sonny presses and you grip your pen tightly, bending it slightly. You try to distract yourself with the way the clear plastic creaks, catches the light, flexes under your fingers. Anything to take your mind off of the jolt–the heat–that races up your body to settle low in your belly as Sonny taps and flicks and presses on the bundle of nerves.

“Okay, so he wasn’t perfect, he was still one of the most influential Chief Justices that has ever sat on that bench. And you can’t just call him a coward because he didn’t think he could win a fight against Andrew ‘I make all the rules and none of them apply to me because I’m a white alpha male dickhead’ Jackson,” Brandon snorts, cutting through the haze of pleasure that has descended over your brain.

Sonny flicks the tip of his index finger against your clit and you jump, only managing not to squeal by jamming the point of your pen into the meat of your palm. Alice glances over at you and frowns, considering, before going back to her argument. You take a shaky breath through your nose, looking down to see a tiny spot of blue ink on your skin surrounded by an irritated red circle and squirm again as Sonny rubs over your clit soothingly. It is taking every ounce of self control you have not to start panting right here in the middle of the library, to keep your mouth closed and your breathing tight and as close to even as you can manage, as every circle around your clit sends sparks of hot pleasure shooting all over your body. It’s like this bundle of nerves is directly connected to every other nerve cluster you have–you can feel your toes curl, your spine bend, your thighs quiver, your abs clench, your fingers tingle–and you want to curl up into a ball and moan as Sonny presses hard again and your knees turn to jelly.

Exhaling heavily, quietly, you flatten your palms on the table in front of you. You try to count the spines of the books on the shelf across the aisle from the nook the four of you had claimed earlier in the morning. It’s hard to concentrate when you can feel how wet your panties are, how sweat is starting to bead at the base of your spine and the backs of your knees, when every circle of Sonny’s stupidly long, stupidly clever, fingers feels like he’s directly massaging the bit of your brain that controls every muscle group in your body. When all you want to do is open your mouth and moan, unable to think of anything else at all that might release this pressure that’s building inside of you, sticking in the back of your throat, choking you and–

And suddenly it’s gone.

Sonny removes his fingers and settles them on your knee once again, still not looking at you, pretending for all the world that he’s just a sweet young man chastely resting his hand on his girlfriend and working on an end of semester project. Pretending that he didn’t almost make said girlfriend come at a table with two of their friends at 10:30 in the morning. On a fucking Thursday. In the middle of the library surrounded by God knows how many people. Didn’t just leave said girlfriend high and dry on the brink of an orgasm, making her feel itchy and wrong and like her skin isn’t fitting all of a sudden.

Oh, he is not allowed to just do that to you, the smug fucking bastard.

Deciding swift and decisive retaliation is best, you immediately drop one of your hands to your lap, wait approximately four seconds, and reach over to cup Sonny’s cock through his jeans, squeezing firmly.

Sonny jumps and tries to cover his surprised yelp with a cough, his ears and the tops of his cheeks flushing bright pink this time as he tries to avoid looking at you or at Alice and Brandon.

“Sorry, paper cut,” he manages, making a show of putting his index finger in his mouth and sucking on it. Under the table he pinches your thigh with his free hand. You’re both frustrated; even though you’d finally moved in together last month, it’s been almost two weeks since the two of you had sex. Every professor seemed to be loading you both up with papers and exams and projects, and the bar was always busier in the run-up to Christmas. More often than not Sonny was coming home from his shifts with barely enough energy to brush his teeth, let alone fuck you.

“Maybe we could take a break?” you suggest, suddenly, interrupting Bran and Alice’s bickering. “I could use some coffee, couldn’t you guys?”

“Coffee sounds excellent,” Sonny agrees, squeezing your thigh. “Meet back here in twenty minutes?” His finger brushes against the soaked fabric of your panties and you fight back another shudder.

“Sure. I might go grab a sandwich from around the corner.” Bran stretches his arms above his head, rolling his neck as though he’d been sitting at the desk all day, not just for two hours. Alice rolls her eyes but you can’t tell if it’s at you and Sonny or Brandon and his never ending appetite. The four of you leave your coats and scarves in place, reserving your seats, and make your way towards the exit.

Before you reach the door, you tug on Sonny’s hand. He stops, letting your friends walk on ahead of you, a smug smile plastered across his face.

“That was a dirty, dirty trick, Dominick Antonio Carisi.”

“Oh, my full name? I must be in trouble.” His smile doesn’t budge in the slightest; if anything, he seems more amused by your annoyance.

“You are. I think you should make it up to me,” you say, raising an eyebrow at him. Sonny glances around, making sure that nobody is watching the two of you, and takes a step closer.

“And how should I do that?” he whispers, his body now almost flush against yours. Standing on your toes, you nip his earlobe before whispering back,

“I think you should take me into one of the bathrooms and fuck me so hard I can’t walk straight.” Your cheeks feel warm and you hear Sonny’s sharp intake of breath.

“Sounds fair to me,” he agrees, resting one of his hands on your waist. “The bathrooms on this floor or the ones upstairs?”

“This floor. Alice and Bran’ll be buying coffee in the cafe upstairs and I’d rather our classmates didn’t know we snuck off for a quickie.” You take a step back from Sonny and look around, weighing your options. “I’ll meet you in the bathroom at the back of the stacks?”

“Yeah, yep, smart idea,” he agrees quickly. You’re turning away from him when he suddenly grabs your wrist to hold you back.

“Wait,” he licks his lips, looking around furtively. “Which ones, exactly?” You blink at him slowly.

“The gender neutral ones,” you elaborate. Sonny looks a little sheepish as you point out, “It’d look pretty weird otherwise.”

“That’s an excellent point, carry on,” he waves you away, attempting to look more calm about this than he clearly is. Rolling your eyes you extricate yourself from his grip.

“By your leave, then.”

“I’ll give you a two minute head start,” Sonny chuckles, ignoring your sarcasm and shoving his hands in his pockets, pretending to be very interested in the contents of the bookshelf beside him. The library is busy but the bathrooms you have in mind are tucked out of the way near the stairwell. As you predicted it’s empty when you walk in, and you shut yourself in the stall by the far wall to wait for Sonny.

While you wait you slip your underwear off, grateful for whatever had prompted you to throw on stockings today instead of tights. Wadding the soaked cotton in your hand, you tap your foot impatiently.

“Baby? You in here?” you hear Sonny ask, and you unlock the stall door so you can let him in. He’s on you as soon as he’s inside, pulling you in for a deep kiss, his tongue sliding past your lips as he closes the door behind him. You hear the click of the lock and you shove your panties into his pocket, freeing up your hands to start working his belt open.

“Fuck,” Sonny mutters, pulling away so he can yank his gray hoodie over his head and hang it on the hook on the back of the stall door. He moves his phone into the pocket for safekeeping–the two of you learned your lesson the time the screen smashed against the floor of a nightclub bathroom falling out of the back pocket of his pants.

He pushes you hard against the cold metal of the stall and moves into your space, leaning down to capture your gasp, flicking his tongue against your lips and into your mouth. His hands are hot and feel like they’re everywhere at once, starting at your shoulders and moving up your neck to hold your face in just the right position for him to kiss you. His nose is pressed against your cheek, his breath is hot and damp against your cheek, and his tongue is slick and heavy against yours. Everything is fast and hard and sloppy and you love it–the only person who kisses better is Rafa and he’s had decades more practice in taking someone apart completely with just his mouth.

His knee finds its way between your legs and he presses up, lifting his leg high and close enough that you can grind your bare cunt against his thigh, and he trails his hands quickly and mercilessly down your body to your hips. He grasps them hard and encourages you to move against the denim still covering his leg and you hiss, struggling in his arms–it burns a little, stings a little, feels so fucking wonderful, but–

“Sonny, wait–” you finally manage to pant, shaking your head loose from the kiss. “Sonny stop, there’s gonna be a huge fucking wet spot on your pants.”

Sonny groans, his forehead dropping onto your shoulder, and moves his thigh out from between yours, breathing hard but holding still as you go back to work on his belt. Your shaking hands attempt to pull the leather through the buckle while you mouth at his neck.

“Fuck, why are you wearing this–why are you wearing these–why couldn’t you have just worn sweats Sonny, fuck, fuck, fuck…” you complain softly, biting down on his shoulder, tasting his tee shirt, when he gets impatient and slides his hand back under your skirt, fingers unerringly finding your clit again.

“My ass looks fucking great in these jeans, that’s why,” he snarks at you, long middle finger dipping just barely inside of you.

“Your co–ah!--ck looks fucking great in sweatpants and I know which one I’d prefer to look at right this second,” you snap back, his belt buckle jingling as you finally manage to undo it and attack his zipper. “How long do we have?” you demand, your hand diving into his pants and brushing against his cock through thin, soft cotton. Sonny groans, the hand not occupied in trying to drive you crazy leaving your hip to punch the wall next to your head.

Both of you freeze at the loud bang, hands in each other’s clothes, staring at each other wide eyed and guiltily.

Waiting for a full minute to see if anyone will come to investigate the noise, you sigh, relieved, and slip your hand out of his jeans. Deciding it’s safe, you grab both his pants and his underwear and shove them quickly down his hips and over his ass just enough to free his cock. He hisses at the sudden shock of cool air, hips jerking sharply and away and he glares down at you, thrusting two fingers into you in retaliation.

Shuddering and whining, your knees going a little weak, you bite your bottom lip against another sharper noise when one of his fingers brushes that soft spot that makes you wonder about the existence of a higher power. You look up at him from under your lashes and spread your legs a little wider, hips moving almost involuntarily, breathing hard at the look in his eyes and how much darker the blue always looks when he’s this aroused.

“Not long,” he grunts, finally answering your question, continuing to finger you as you struggle to keep yourself upright, free hand curled into a fist next to your head and his knuckles white. “Fuck, baby, Jesus Christ, you’re so wet, God, gonna make you come so fucking hard then gonna fuck you till you can’t remember your fucking name…”

His fingers speed up and you have to wrap your arms around his neck to hold yourself upright. Your legs, suddenly two appendages under only your nominal control and that you can barely feel attached to your body anymore, are weak and your thighs are quivering and you lift one up to hook around his skinny hips–the both of you choke at the abrupt and unlooked for way his fingers slide deeper inside of you.

“Sonny, Sonny, Sonny, Sonny, ohgodohgodohgod–” Every joint in your body is on fire, you aren’t sure you even have knees any longer, and that building tension in your stomach, that anticipation, that need for something finally crests–a wave breaking over you. You dig your nails into the back of Sonny’s neck as you come and you feel a moan punched out of your lungs, taking all of the air in them with it and leaving you gasping for breath as his fingers continue their assault. They don’t let up in the slightest until you start to wiggle against him, squirming and mewling for mercy.

“Fuuuuck,” you moan softly, resting the back of your head against the stall and staring, unseeing, at the ceiling above you. Sonny’s fingers are still inside of you and that sensation is all you can pay attention to as you gulp for air and your brain attempts to restart. You can see Sonny’s forearm out of the corner of your eye, the muscles taught, and he shifts closer, unclenching his fist and spreading his long fingers on the wall instead.

“Gonna fuck you now,” he informs you bluntly, voice gruff and hoarse. “Want me to come in you or no?”

“God yes, inside me,” you pant breathlessly, biting your lip to choke back a whine as he pulls his fingers out of you. He crowds somehow even closer into your space, pressing you harder against the wall behind you.

“How do you want it, doll? This way? Or you want me to turn you around?” Sonny nuzzles against your temple and you sag against him, letting him hold you up.

“Fast, fuck. Want it hard–I want you to turn me around and fuck me against this wall fast and hard and rough, God Sonny, please–” Before you’ve even finished choking out your sentence Sonny has his hands on your waist and is turning you around, pressing you against the wall as he yanks your skirt up around your hips. Spreading your legs a little wider, you whine at the first brush of his cock against the bare skin of your ass.

“Shhh, baby,” he whispers, resting his chin on your shoulder as one of his hands disappears from your waist. You swallow down a moan as he guides his cock to your cunt and drives in with one firm stroke, your inner muscles burning a little at the stretch. “God, you feel so fucking tight.”

“Missed you.” It comes out louder and breathier than you intended and Sonny claps one of his large hands over your mouth. You can taste yourself on his fingers, still a little tacky from the slick of your first orgasm, and you shudder, eyes rolling back a little. Moaning, you pull one of them into your mouth, wrapping your tongue around it and starting to suck, enjoying the weightless swooping feeling in your belly when Sonny curses loudly and twitches.

Just as you’d asked, Sonny braces his free hand against the stall wall by your head for balance and sets a fast pace. If anyone walked in they would doubtless be able to hear the slap of skin against skin but you’re too caught up in the way Sonny feels to care. Every snap of his hips pushes him deep, brushing up against that spot inside of you just enough to make you melt in his arms.

Bringing one of your hands up you cling to Sonny’s wrist while he covers your mouth, holding onto him as best you can. He’s practically forcing you up onto your toes–you’re unable to move as he gives you exactly what you’d asked for.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Sonny breathes into your ear. “This what you wanted? A fast, dirty fuck in the bathroom?” Your whine is muffled by Sonny’s palm, his words and the drag of his cock pushing you closer towards another orgasm. “Missed you too, you know. Missed your perfect cunt, missed being with you.” He buries his face in the crook of your neck, muffling a groan of his own. It feels like he’s fucking the breath right out of your body, your abdominal muscles tightening as you ratchet closer to the edge.

The rough denim of his jeans rubs hard against the backs of your thighs, you can feel the heat of him through your clothes and his, and your breath hitches as you rush closer and closer, higher and higher, pushed harder and faster by the increasing pace of Sonny’s thrusts.

“Shit, baby, been too long… God, not gonna fucking last, fuck I love you and I love your cunt and I love fucking you…” Sonny groans, laboring for breath as hard as you are with every flick of his hips. His cock feels so hard and full and amazing inside you–you can’t believe the two of you managed to go this long without this–and your free fingers scrabble on the smooth cold wall he has you pressed against before reaching behind you to cling desperately to his shirt.

You twitch and thrash in the cage of his arms, panting against the hand he has over your mouth, unable to hold still as he fucks you. You feel another orgasm building inside of you but it stalls, it feels like something just out of your reach. Whimpering and whining you tug desperately on his shirt, balling the material in your fist and shaking your head.

“What? Whaddya need baby? Huh?” Sonny asks, huffing, hips not slowing in the slightest. “Wanna come again? Need my fingers?” You nod frantically, letting your head fall forward, the cold metal a shock on your warm face. Sonny takes his hand from over your mouth and warns,

“Gotta keep quiet sweetheart, don’t want anyone walking in and seeing you like this.” His fingers find their way under your skirt again and he pinches your clit roughly, smiling against the soft skin behind your ear when you jump and writhe in his arms. “Yeah? This what you need?” You groan an affirmative as he starts to circle the tip of his index finger against your clit, pressing hard in time with the push of his cock. “Go on baby, take it, fuck, go on, come on, I got you baby, come on you can do it one more for me…”

Time seems to stop as you finally come on Sonny’s cock, clenching around him and pulling hard enough on his shirt that you have the fleeting thought you might have ripped it. Your vision goes white, the heavy sharp slap of his skin against yours sounds a little further away than before, and you aren’t sure that you’re not going to pass out. You feel like your entire body has tried to fit through a live electrical socket and the only reason you’re still standing is how tight he’s pressing you to the wall. He continues to fuck you through your orgasm, mercilessly and fast, getting closer and closer to his own if how his chest is heaving against your back is anything to go by.

“Jesus fuck, baby, you’re so tight… You’re squeezing my cock so fucking good, fuck, never gonna go so long without fucking you again, missed you, missed you, missed you–”

Sonny comes will a strangled noise that he quickly muffles against your shoulder, cock jerking hard inside of you as he tries to fuck himself even deeper. It’s warm–he’s warm–it feels so fucking good, and the feeling of his whole body hot and pressed solidly against you from the tops of your shoulders to your thighs is something you’ve really missed..

He stands there holding the two of you up, both your legs and his trembling, for a minute after he comes, catching his breath against you and pressing gentle kisses against the side of your neck.

“You’re so beautiful, and I love you, and you’re so distracting,” he murmurs sweetly to you, nipping your ear before returning to his previous softer administration of affection. You smile at the wall and let go of his shirt, patting his side absently and trying to figure out if you can finally stand on your own.

You snort quietly and knock your forehead against the stall.

“What? You are and I do and you are,” he insists, winding both of his long arms around your stomach and hugging you tightly.

“No, just,” you sigh, laughing quietly and bringing your hands up to hang onto his bare arms. “Never thought I’d be begging the cute guy I met in the library to raw me in the bathroom.” Sonny huffs a sharp laugh in your ear. “This was a little unexpected.”

“Never would have guessed the girl I spent an hour trying to work up the nerve to kiss would have my come dripping down her leg while we’re trying to do a project that’s worth nearly our entire grade either but hey, world works in mysterious ways huh?”

“Oh God, that’s gross, if you think I’m not taking an extra few minutes to clean up so I don’t have your come running down my thigh you’re a fucking idiot Sonny,” you tell him, scrunching your nose up and shaking your head. He chuckles, placing one last kiss on your neck before carefully pulling out of you.

“This idiot had the good sense to suggest we work together that first night. Just think of all of the incredible sex we’d have missed out on if the library had more than one copy of that book left.” He hands you a wad of toilet paper and graciously turns his back so you can clean yourself up.

“Speaking of incredible sex; I think we should go to my parent's place in the Hamptons while we’re on winter break. Nobody’ll be there–it’d be like a mini-vacation.”

“Sounds perfect. For now though, let’s just worry about finishing this project without Bran and Alice killing each other.”

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pascalispretty · 2 years

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Late Night Study Session

Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2310

Warnings: Student/teacher relationship (everyone is consenting and of age), age gap romance, established relationship, sneaking around, oral sex/blowjobs, dirty talk, praise kink, public sex.

Summary: A smutty snippet from an upcoming Barisi Law School AU. Sonny is working late, and Rafael stops by the library to distract him. Written for the "How 'bout in the library on top of books // But you can't be too loud" square for @melk917's bingo. Thanks as always to @lannister-slings-and-arrows for beta'ing and just generally being awesome. (ao3).

Rafael is hunched over his desk, still working his way through a dense DNA report, when his phone buzzes. He’s been here for hours and he hears something crack in protest when he finally looks up and rolls his neck. As a reward for making it to the end of the page he glances at his phone to see who is texting him so late.

He moves a little quicker when he sees Sonny’s name at the top of the notification, hurrying to unlock his phone so he can see what the younger man wants.

You up?

Rafael nearly snorts. He sets his pen down on the desk, tapping the fingers of his free hand as he tries to compose a reply. He hasn’t been able to see Sonny as much as he’d like recently, the younger man’s days increasingly preoccupied with studying for finals.

I’m up. Though I think I’m a little old to be getting booty calls via text.

Old or not, I miss you. Can you come here?

Aren’t you supposed to be studying? Sleeping with one of your teachers can only get you so far.

I am studying but I need a break. Come find me in the library ;)

A long sigh escapes Rafael as he pictures the look on Sonny’s face; those beautiful blue eyes looking so innocent while his mouth twists into a teasing smile. Sonny is hard to resist and he knows it. Rafael weighs his options. He can’t afford to have someone see him sneaking around with Sonny, especially not in the school’s library. On the other hand, it’s almost midnight. Most people will have already gone home by now, reducing the chances of anyone even seeing him there, let alone seeing him with Sonny.

You’re going to be the death of me. I’ll be there in about an hour.

Before he can change his mind and just ask Sonny to meet him at his apartment later, Rafael puts his phone face down on the desk beside him. He’s halfway through a discussion of DNA deterioration over time when his phone buzzes again.

Can’t wait. You know I’ll make it worth your while.

Rafael can imagine all too well how Sonny will make the trip uptown worth his while. His blood starts to rush south as he thinks about Sonny’s hands slipping down beneath his waistband, or his full lips stretched out around Rafael’s cock. Suppressing a shiver, Rafael picks up his phone again.

Fuck it. Leaving now.

******

Everything is quiet as Rafael makes his way up to the Maloney Library. It’s mostly deserted at this time of night–it closes in half an hour or so. Sonny had admitted once that he only stayed so late because he had more room to spread out rather than trying to study in his tiny bedroom while his roommate entertained his girlfriend in the living room.

Sonny is easy to spot when Rafael comes out of the elevator. He’s the only person in sight, seated at a long table and surrounded by a stack of books and papers as he types furiously on his laptop. His dark hair looks as though he’s been running his hands through it, a telltale sign of anxiety, and he looks so adorably rumpled that Rafael has a sudden urge to take him home and feed him something instead of staying here for a quickie.

The sound of his footsteps makes Sonny look up from his work and the sweet, tired smile that Sonny gives him only increases Rafael’s desire to tuck the younger man into bed and take care of him.

“You look worn out,” Rafael says softly as soon as he’s close enough. He’s tempted to lean down and kiss Sonny but he doesn’t dare–he doesn’t know whether they’re alone yet.

“They weren’t kidding when they called the class Complex Litigation,” Sonny laughs, saving his work and closing his laptop. “You don’t need to whisper; I’m pretty sure I’m the only one left on this floor. The place closes in fifteen minutes.” Sonny tilts his head towards the stacks and raises an eyebrow at Rafael.

“You sure you’re not about to fall asleep on me?” Rafael teases as Sonny stands up and stretches. The younger man chuckles, a mischievous look in his eyes.

“Not quite yet. I wouldn’t complain if you let me fall asleep on you later though.” Sonny plucks one of the thick books off the desk and strolls towards the shelves, glancing back to make sure Rafael is following him.

“Inviting yourself back to my place for the night?” Rafael asks, glancing around the library just to double check that the place is as empty as Sonny says it is. It looks like he’s right; there seems to be absolutely nobody around. Even the staff have gone home. As soon as they’re far enough back into the bookshelves, Sonny abandons the heavy tome on a random shelf and grabs the lapels of Rafael’s coat.

“Yes. I’ve missed you,” Sonny replies, before pulling Rafael in for a kiss. Rafael brings one of his hands up to cup the nape of Sonny’s neck, holding the younger man close as he dips his tongue into his mouth. He tastes sweet and Rafael wonders if he has any snacks hidden away in his bag that he can steal later.

The fingers of his free hand slip under the soft fabric of Sonny’s gray Henley, holding onto Sonny’s waist as Rafael takes a step backwards and pushes him against the bookshelves. Sonny makes a soft, startled noise against Rafael’s mouth, his long arms looping around Rafael’s body and pulling him closer.

Some small part of Rafael’s brain screams at him to stop. That this is irresponsible and stupid and anyone could walk in here and see him with his tongue down the throat of one of his students. On the other hand he’s missed Sonny. He’s been so busy lately with papers and projects and tests in the run-up to winter break that he’s barely had time to see Rafael. Rafael understands, he remembers how hectic law school was, but his feelings about Sonny’s sudden absence from his life had been…unexpected.

Rafael hadn’t quite known how much he’d miss Sonny until he wasn’t around as much. After so many years of bachelorhood he had gotten used to the lanky bastard clinging to Rafael like a stuffed animal while he slept, or being woken to the sound of him clattering around in the kitchen making breakfast. The possibility of getting caught is far outweighed by his need to be close to Sonny right now, to make up for the time they had lost.

His train of thought is abruptly derailed when Sonny’s hands slide between their bodies to unbutton Rafael’s pants. The movement makes Rafael break the kiss, leaning back just enough to look at his lover.

“What’re you doing?” Rafael attempt to sound stern is ruined somewhat by the smile that curls around his lips at the mischievous look on Sonny’s face. Undeterred by the question he slides one of his hands beneath Rafael’s waistband, palming his cock through his underwear.

“I seem to recall promising I’d make the trip uptown worth your while,” Sonny whispers, smirking when Rafael’s cock starts to harden under his warm hand. “Does a blowjob in the library get me extra credit?”

“It gets you an A. For ‘Annoying Bastard’.” Sonny laughs, moving his hand beneath the soft cotton of Rafael’s underwear to wrap his long fingers around his cock. Rafael shifts one of his hands to hold onto the shelf behind Sonny’s head, steadying himself as the younger man gives his cock a few slow strokes.

“Are you sure that it shouldn't be A for ‘Amazing in Bed’?” Sonny mouths along Rafael’s jaw and he swears he can feel Sonny smiling against his skin when his hips stutter and push his cock back into Sonny’s hand.

“Stop talking,” Rafael rasps, conscious that they don’t have much time before the building has to close. He imagines that means security guards making sure the place is clear, and the thought of being caught with his cock stuffed down Sonny’s throat makes his stomach twist unpleasantly. To his surprise there’s no retort. Sonny just sinks smoothly down to his knees and pulls at Rafael’s clothes until he can free his cock.

Sonny wraps his fingers around the base of Rafael’s shaft, steadying it as he darts his tongue out to lick away the precome already beaded at the tip. Even the barest brush of Sonny’s tongue has Rafael choking back a groan; it’s been too long. The younger man notices and flashes Rafael an impish look before sucking the head of his cock into his mouth. The grip Rafael has on the bookshelf tightens and he grabs a fistful of Sonny’s dark hair with his free hand.

He makes the fatal mistake of looking down at Sonny while he works more of Rafael’s cock into his mouth. Those lovely full lips are stretched tight around his shaft and his eyes are screwed shut as he concentrates on his task. He knows he won’t last long, not with the warm wet pull of Sonny’s mouth and such a sight before him.

“Fuck, good boy,” Rafael whispers hoarsely, his hips giving a testing thrust that pushes his cock a little deeper. Sonny moans around him, the vibrations making Rafael’s eyes roll back in his head. He watches intently as Sonny bobs his head, sinking down further on Rafael’s cock, and Rafael can’t resist giving another flick of his hips. Sonny groans again, his free hand pulling at Rafael’s hip to encourage him to do it again.

Biting his lip to stop any moans escaping him, Rafael slowly starts to fuck Sonny’s mouth. He knows from experience that Sonny must be achingly hard right now. The memory of Sonny squirming and blushingly confessing how much he enjoys it when Rafael fucks his face will be etched on his brain until the end of time.

“God, Dominick. The mouth on you,” he groans, his fingers tightening in Sonny’s hair. He should feel like a dirty old man for enjoying the sight of Sonny–almost two decades his junior, and his student–on his knees, with Rafael’s dick in his mouth. Yet he can’t think past the soft sounds Sonny is making or the way he gags as he tries to take even more of his cock. His abdominal muscles are tightening as the tension in his core builds and he nearly chokes on his own spit when Sonny manages to take him so deeply that his nose nuzzles at the trail of hair leading to Rafael’s groin.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Rafael pants, a shudder racing down his spine as Sonny moans around his cock again. “My good boy loves getting his throat fucked, doesn’t he?” He tugs a little harder with the hand tangled in Sonny’s hair and he has to bite back a groan when Sonny sucks more urgently, hollowing his cheeks.

“Oh–come on baby, keep sucking like that. You feel amazing–if you keep being so good I’ll take you home with me and fuck you stupid before I put you to bed.” The praise elicits another delicious noise from Sonny and Rafael has to sink his teeth into his lower lip to stop himself from groaning loudly. He’s not going to last; it’s been too long since he’s last seen Sonny, since they’ve done this.

“You going to let me come in your mouth, Dominick? Show me how good you are and swallow for me?” Rafael demands through gritted teeth. He assumes the answer is ‘yes’ given the way Sonny seems to redouble his efforts. He tries to time his thrusts to how Sonny is bobbing his head, tugging on his handful of Sonny’s hair when he bumps against the back of Sonny’s throat.

Teetering on the brink of coming, Rafael chances another look down. This time his lover is looking up at him. He looks thoroughly fucked; his eyes glassy and his chin slick with spit, those pretty lips pink and swollen and stretched so enticingly around Rafael’s cock.

Rafael comes hard, his hips stuttering and his breath coming in hard pants as he tries not to let any moans escape. Sonny swallows eagerly around him, only stopping when Rafael tugs him away by his hair. Instead he helps Sonny to his feet and presses him back against the bookshelves, kissing him softly–an abrupt contrast to the way he’d just been using Sonny’s mouth.

“I changed my mind,” Rafael tells him as he pulls away, smoothing Sonny’s hair down. “You get an F. For ‘Fucking Perfect’.” It makes Sonny smile bashfully, a smile that reminds Rafael just how much trouble he’s in. He'd do anything to keep Sonny smiling at him like that.

Trying not to think how in over his head he is, Rafael tucks himself back into his pants and does them back up.

“Can I still stay with you?” Sonny asks, using the back of his hand to wipe away the spit on his chin. The two of them start to walk back to where Sonny was studying and Rafael has to resist the urge to reach for Sonny’s hand as they move into the more open space. There’s no sense in continuing to push their luck, even if he’d very much like to tangle his fingers with Sonny’s and walk hand in hand with him.

“Of course you can. I’ll even help you study in the morning if you want. But only after you’ve had a good night’s sleep. And eaten an actual meal,” Rafael answers, watching as Sonny starts to gather his things. The younger man grins, that mischievous look reappearing in his eyes.

“You know I always sleep so much better after I’ve come.”

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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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#i can’t even tell you how i will never recover from the knowledge that i could have seen this in person… almost saw this in person

My Top Posts in 2022:

For HCs - the moment your libido skyrockets during your pregnancy with the boy of your choice (or all if the inspiration hits!) and how he reacts?

Ohhhh so this is a HC/plot point (?) that happens in the Full Ratchet when she gets pregnant. So gleefully doing this for Rafa.

So, short answer? He is surprised, but loves it.

So there are two big surprises for him along these lines: one, he was certainly not expecting the hormone shift in the second trimester that leads to you jumping him at every opportunity; and two, he wasn't expecting just how much he is actually into how your body is changing. It's not that he assumed he'd wouldn't be attracted to you. It that he's surprised by just how much he's into it.

So, honestly, it's a surprise, but it works out?

And really, it does start to feel like it's everywhere, all the time. He's not working full time at this point (having just left the DA's office a few months before), so he's easier access.

You're waking him up in the morning with soft kisses down his neck, a hand slipping over his hip to tease him to full hardness. Whispering in his ear, begging him to let you blow him, to ride him.

You'll back him up against the counter when he's making breakfast, pulling him close and licking into his mouth.

Sliding into his lap when he's working or just watching TV.

Pulling him close when you're out to dinner, slipping your hand up his thigh under the table, teasing him, whispering in his ear, begging him to take you home and fuck you. Telling him how wet you are. Taking his hand and pulling it up your skirt or down you pants to show him.

Slipping into the shower with him in the morning or at night.

You can't get through a full movie anymore. You're pulling his arm around you, arching against him, pulling his hand up to cup your breasts, or down between your legs.

At night, you're coming to bed in lingerie you'd never sleep in, slipping into his lap. Or some nights you'll be waiting for him, naked between the sheets (sometimes even playing with yourself before gets there because the two minutes he spends brushing his teeth are just too long to wait.)

There's weekends the two of you hardly get out of bed, ordering in, and just going for round after round.

And honestly, he's just as crazy for you. The curve of your belly, how full your breasts are getting, the curve of your hips, your thighs, your ass. He didn't expect it, how crazy it makes him, how he can't keep his hands off you. And you're teasing him, telling him it's because he's unconsciously recognizing that he's the one that's done that to you, that it's his child. (He doesn't need to fully understand why, as long as he can get his hands on you.)

You two go away when you're about 5 or 6 months pregnant. A last trip while you can travel. Some place warm and relaxing. And he's utterly floored the day you go to the beach and you've got that tiny black bikini on. It's pure torture for him, the way you fill out the top, the curve of your belly. And when you hold out the bottle of sunscreen and ask him to help you apply it, a knowing smirk on your face, he thinks he's going to combust if he can't have you right then. He's tugging the curtains closed on the cabana and stripping you out of that so he can get his mouth on you. (There was no way he could wait till you got back to the hotel room.)

It eventually tapers off, and you get way too uncomfortable and sensitive to be up to that level of passion and need. But he's just as happy to curl up behind you, rubbing your back, your feet, and sharing snacks. Whatever helps.

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Table Top or Just Give Me a Lap Dance

Warnings: Some dirty dancing, a hint of language (including light Daddy kink) and suggested nudity

Rating: M

Pairing: Rafael Barba x f!Reader

Summary: A little grinding to seduce (Tell me how we do it, if you want me, and I want you too)

Song Vibes: Envolver

The flash of lights from the street outside shifts across his face, highlighting the flush on his cheeks. He’s a bit drunk, loose limbed and rumpled, a pleased little smile tugging at his mouth as the two of you are finally left alone, all your guests gone.

He watches with bright eyes, tongue darting out to wet his lips as you make your approach, fingers playing at the edges of the sheer slip you’re wearing, hips rolling with the beat of the music, bass turned up to shiver through the air.

You know the picture you present, backlit, curves of your body just shaded through the fabric, suggesting just enough to tease, to hint at what awaits.

“You didn’t want to go with your friends?”

He drags his gaze from your thighs up the length of your body to your face, his pupils blown wide. He shakes his head, slow and deliberate, as he reaches out, long fingers tracing warm from your knee to your hip. They steal under the edge of your slip to stroke your skin.

“Well then. It looks like it’s just us here.” Your voice is shaded with amusement as he nods absently, his chin tilted up to hold your gaze, his palm curving over your hip.

You lean down, lips against his ear, voice low. “Shouldn’t we play by the rules if we’re going to play this game?”

He makes a soft sound of protest as you pull back to smirk at him, tugging his hands from your skin. You push lightly on his chest until he’s sprawled back on the couch, legs spread, collar open, tie loose. He’s watching you through hooded eyes, lips parted around heavy breaths, fingers curling against the cushions so he doesn’t reach for you. He’s wrecked and you’re just starting.

The bass throbs, seductive, and you let it flow through you, winding your hips, dragging your palms up your sides to cup your breasts, fabric bunching, teasing over your nipples as you sway to the beat. He lets out a sigh and shifts against the cushions, gaze rapt, burning with a smoldering heat.

A smirk tugs at the corner of your lips as you slide into his lap, working your hips against him in a slow drag that twists his sigh into a low groan, pulled from deep in his chest. The guttural rumble vibrates through you, making your cunt clench and you shiver against him.

“That’s it,” you murmur as you slide your hands up his chest. One tangles in his hair, drawing a pleasured gasp from him with a sharp tug, while you arch your back, teasing your hard nipples across his chest, and grind down harder against him. A moan catches in your throat at the feel of his cock, hard and hot against the curve of your ass, even through the fabric of his trousers.

“Let me do all the work here, Daddy.” Your voice is low and dark in his ear, breath ghosting warm across his skin. He groans helplessly, cock jumping against you at your words, and your smirk turns smug. “You just sit back and enjoy the show.”

89 notes - Posted February 2, 2022

A Change of Plans

Warnings: Teasing & innuendo, nudity, mentions of sex

Rating: T

Pairings: Rafael Barba x Reader

WC: 2,510

A/N: A shameless, tooth-rotting bit of NYE fluff. A few days late but hopefully not a dollar short. Inspired by an anon request. (Don’t worry, anon, I will get to answering all of it, but I needed this bit of soft NYE fluff with Barba in full first. I hope you enjoy this in the meantime!)

Also, for some background, if anyone else is a nerd like me, you'll notice that the 2nd William Lewis trial starts on Jan 2nd, and was only scheduled for that as of the end of Dec. So 100% a valid reason for canceling your NYE plans to work, I think.

Edit: Adding this as a fill for @storiesofsvu's Holiday Bingo for the 'New Year's Eve' square! Wasn't planned, but a happy coincidence.

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108 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

Can i ask for a hc about edging the hell outta Barba?

Oh fuck, yes, anon. Let’s do it.

See below the cut for what turn into something longer than intended.

He’s been incredibly difficult for the last week: short tempered, frustrated… more than a little bitchy, to be honest. Things are just not lining up on his current case, and he’s tearing his hair out at each new hurdle (and facing a smug Buchanan in court is just killing him).

He’s been taking it out on you, too. Not in big ways, but he’s short with you, purposefully misinterpreting things you say so he can snap back. He’s brusque and snide and just a little cruel.

Sure, you know where it’s coming from. But that doesn’t mean you’re going to let it slide.

You wait until Friday, when you know that if his work schedule for that night is thrown off, he’s still got time to make it up.

He gets home that night and, like usual, makes his first stop in the bedroom to change out of his suit. Except instead of an empty, dark room, he finds you, leaning back on the bed, done up in a corset and garter belt combo, thigh high stockings showing off your legs, a length of rope in your hands.

He pulls up short, eyebrows raised, as you get up slowly, backing him up until he hit the doorway.

You tell him he’s been very ill behaved this week. Bad tempered. Bitchy.

He scoffs.

But there’s a bright flash in his eyes, something close to relief. Like you're giving him a way out.

You tell him he owes you an apology. Doesn’t he agree? All he has to do is apologize and he can have you however he wants you. You hold the length of rope out in offer.

He rolls his eyes instead and shrugs. Says you’re just sensitive.

And oh that was not the way to go. You have his wrists up behind his back before he can blink. You ask him if is sure. Sure that he has nothing to say.

He tells you to do your worst, because you can’t possibly think he’ll ever say he’s sorry.

You bite the back of his neck in warning and step back before you can feel him shudder against you.

You tell him to strip and lay back. And you’ll see just which one of you will break first.

And god, he’s still so smug, even as he strips, lets you tie him to the bed.

And you start slow. Taking his abandoned tie and running it up his legs, over his hips. You scrape your teeth lightly over his nipples, then blow cool air over the sensitive flesh.

You go out of your way to tease, his cock filling, twitching. He’ll let a soft noise or two slip out, but he’s doing his best to resist. When you look up to meet him in the eye, when you ask if he’s ready to apologize, he stares back, challenging, a smirk twisting his lips. He’s daring you to do your worst.

So you do.

You work him over with lips and tongue and fingers. You tug his balls, rub his perineum, working his prostate from the outside.

He starts to slip a bit when you do that, hips flexing against the sheets. His cock is fully hard now, flagging heavily, resting in the crease of his thigh. But you ignore it.

You ask again and he just gives you a defiant tilt of his jaw.

So you grab the lube, slicking your fingers to tease gently at his hole while you scrape your teeth over his hips. Suck marks into his inner thighs.

This is where he slips.

You rub a finger over his prostate, just as you lick a seam up his balls and he cracks, letting a moan slip out. He is painfully hard, cock flushed a deep red, precum dripping and smearing across his hip. He twitches hard with each press against his prostate.

He starts to bargain. Offering himself, offering sexual favors in return. If you just touch him.

You say you’re happy to give him what he wants… he just has to apologize. He groans and shakes his head, taking deep breaths through his nose to try and pull back from the edge.

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My #1 post of 2022

Soft hc for Rafael watching you get ready for date night?

He is almost done getting ready himself, doing up his cuffs, straightening his shirt, when he catches you out of the corner of his eye.

You're not dressed yet, just in your bra and panties as you do your make up. He's not even leering, he's not lingering on your curves (though it's not like he's missed them either). Instead he's just captivated by how you move, the grace in your gestures, the economy of movement. How you sway to the music you have playing the background, half singing along under your breath. You look up to catch his eye in the mirror and wink, and he's grinning back, not at all embarrassed that he's been caught watching.

He sits back to track your movements as you pull your clothes on, nimble fingers doing up buttons and ties.

He stays back, content to just watch, until you go to fasten your necklace (a thin chain with a single stone that he had gotten you that Christmas you had come up to the Bronx with him and spent the holiday with his mother and grandmother). You're fumbling with the clasp and then he's there, his hands warm on yours as he takes over, doing it up for you before he's smoothing them over your shoulders and down your sides to your waist, tugging you against him and pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck, breathing in your scent. Your shampoo mixed with the perfume you just put on.

"All set?" he murmurs, meeting your eyes in the mirror over your shoulder.

You turn your head to kiss his cheek, huffing a laugh against his lips as he turns his head to capture your mouth instead.

"Yeah, let's go. Before you get any ideas..."

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melk917 · 2 years

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What's Your Fantasy Bingo Masterlist

Below you will find the masterlist for all my fills for my What's Your Fantasy bingo. Check out the #melk917fantasybingo for these and other fills!

You can find the full soundtrack for the bingo here. (Including many upcoming....) Each song pairing is in parentheses next to the fic.

Rafael Barba

When No One is Around You, Say Baby, I Love You - Rafael Barba x f!Reader (Tu Vecina - Maluma)

Table Top or Give Me a Lap Dance - Rafael Barba x f!Reader (Envolver - Anitta)

We can do it in the pouring rain - Rafael Barba x f!Reader (Gimme Shelter - The Rolling Stones)

+ more upcoming

Paul Mendelson

More Than Chocolate - Paul Mendelson x gn!Reader (Chocolate - Maluma)

You Can Scratch My Back and Rule Me - Paul Mendelson x f!Reader (Hrs and Hrs - Muni Long)

Whipped Cream with Cherries and Strawberries on Top - Paul Mendelson x gn!Reader (34 + 35 Remix - Ariana Grande, Doja Cat, Megan Thee Stallion)

+ more upcoming

Nevada Ramirez

Sauna, Jacuzzi, the Back Row at the Movie - Nevada Ramirez x gn!Reader(Closer - Nine Inch Nails)

+ more upcoming

Jackson Neill

Upcoming

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thatesqcrush · 2 years

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can you write paul fucking you and making you squirt for the first time?

Teach Me

Paul Mendelson x f!reader. NSFW. CW: male masturbation, oral (female receiving), unprotected p in v sex (they’re in an established relationship), bukkake, squirting/female ejaculation, language.

Word count: 2.5K.

AN: for @melk917 bingo, pac man square. Thank you @beccabarba for being my beta.

AN2: I didn’t get Paul correctly per below, but at least I got the smut down going for me. Fic under the cut.

Weekends were not meant for early days.

You look over to the side of the bed and see that Paul isn’t there. You furrow your brow, part of your mind is curious as to where he is, but another part of you is still sleepy and is trying to lull you back under the fluffy comforter.

You decide to go back to sleep when you hear a sound, almost akin to a groan. You climb out of bed, now awake and alert. You grab your fluffy robe and make your way out of the bedroom. The house is quiet for the most part. As you walk down the hall, you hear the sound again.

You realize that the sound is coming from the bathroom and that the door is slightly open. A moan emanates, sounding much like Paul, and you peek through the crack.

Sure enough, Paul is staring at his phone, jacking off. You feel guilty sneaking and spying but at this point, you can’t help yourself. You watch as his hand pumped up and down over his cock furiously. You can’t see what’s on his phone but if you listen intently enough, you can hear the faint moans from the phone.

Paul’s cock was weeping, red, edging on purple, swollen and thick. He paused momentarily to spit into his palm and then swiped it over the head of his cock, using the combination of pre-cum and spit to further slick his stroke. His strokes became harder, quicker as he chased his release.

Paul paused his movements again, and he touched his phone before resuming his movement. You realized he must have rewinded whatever he was watching. And then you hear him —

“Yes, let me see you squirt.”

His hips jerked and he let out a groan as he came, his release dripping all over his fist and floor.

You step back, feeling hot, vibrating with lust and take off to the kitchen to get something cold to drink, praying that Paul didn’t hear you.

You hear the door creak open widely and listen to Paul’s footsteps disappear. You assume he must have gone back to the bedroom. Sure enough the sound of footsteps grows louder, heading toward you.

You grab the newspaper and pretend to be completely engrossed in the article in front of you.

“Morning sweetheart,” Paul greeted you as he approached you. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re up early.”

You feel your cheeks grow hot. “Couldn’t sleep,” you mumble.

Paul pressed another kiss to your forehead. “Maybe later you can nap. Gonna make some coffee, want some?”

“Sure,” you respond. Paul plunks his phone on the tabletop and you stare at it as if you can somehow see what video he had been watching. Moments later a mug of coffee appears in front of you and you realize it is the same hand Paul was jerking himself with.

“What do you have going on today?” You ask in an attempt to distract yourself from your thoughts.

“I was going to go to the hardware store later and see if I can get the garbage disposal working again. I really don’t want to have to call someone to look at it. I think I can figure it out.”

You hum in response. The guilt of earlier and the curiosity of the video he chose began to eat at you. You and Paul had a very active, very satisfying sex life. You don’t think you’d ever squirted before - well, if you had to ask, you hadn’t then - right? Was Paul disappointed that you hadn’t?

“Paul, can we talk?”

“Uh oh, am I in trouble?” Paul laughs. His face turns serious when you don’t respond. “Okay, maybe I am. What’s up?”

You chew on your nail nervously. “You mentioned that I was up early and I am. I … I saw you before. In the bathroom.”

Realization washes over Paul’s face. “Oh.”

“Do you do that often? In the morning?”

Paul furrows his brows, trying to decide on how to respond. “Sometimes. Sometimes I can’t sleep and that helps me go back to sleep. Today I had to go to the bathroom so I thought I’d just take care of all of it.”

“I know you watch porn and I know you know I watch porn sometimes. And sometimes we watch together. I have no problem with that,” you continue. “I just hope you’re satisfied with me? Are you disappointed with my body now? After watching that?”

Paul gave you a small smile. He pulls you off the stool you were sitting on and embraces you in a tight hug. “No, baby. Of course not. I love your body. I always love your body. And I love you.”

You look up at him, and Paul smiles again, brushing your hair back from your forehead. “Thank you for talking with me about this. Um… do you pay for porn?”

Paul let out a laugh. “No. That would be stupid.”

“I know, right? There is so much free stuff out there that does just fine.”

You lean up on your top toes slightly and kiss him. “One more thing. The video you were watching - would I be right to say the… um, actress was squirting?”

Paul nodded. “Yes. I find that very hot.”

“Could you help me do that? I mean, I don’t know if I can. But I want to try.”

Paul nods again. “I’d love to. Because even if you can’t, it’s going to be so good practicing. Maybe we can do that instead of a nap.”

You gave him a bright smile in return. “Perfect.”

You had spent the morning and early afternoon running errands. You drop a few bags by the doorway as you make your way in. You take a long drag of your iced coffee, before placing it on the entryway table as you shuffle through the mail that Paul must have brought in earlier.

Paul was busy working on the the garbage disposal - you could hear metal clanking and the motor of the disposal every once in a while which was followed by a damnit and a variation on the word fuck.

You toss the mail back onto the table and pick up your coffee in search of Paul. You walk over to the kitchen and lean past the doorway. “Hey babe, how’s it going?”

Paul was laying under the cabinet, just his lower half sticking out. His shirt was raised slightly, showing off a hint of skin between the hemline and waistband of his jeans. You lick your lips and felt heat flush through your body.

Paul moved out from under and stood up. He looked agitated - his eyebrows were furrowed and his jaw was clenched. He tossed the drain auger onto the counter.

He moved to the other sink and washed his hands. “I am going to have to call a plumber, which I really didn’t want to do.”

You cross your arms and give him a small frown before walking over to him. You pressed your hands on his chest, enjoying the soft feel of his t-shirt “Ugh. How about you take a step back and join me for that nap you mentioned this morning.”

“That sounds like a good idea. Let me clean up and I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”

You press a kiss to his lips. “Don’t take too long.”

By the time Paul made it to the bedroom, you were naked and under the covers. “Finally! Took you long enough.”

Paul gave you a sly grin. “Good things come to those who wait.”

You threw your head back in laughter. “God you’re so cheesy. I love it. And I love you.”

Paul winked at you as he undressed by the foot of the bed.

Once he was naked, you tossed back the covers so that he could climb into the bed. Paul then grabbed a microfiber towel from the dresser drawer.

“We’re gonna make a mess,” he winked. That alone made you shiver in anticipation.

Paul climbs over you and you wrap your legs around him. His arms are bracketed around your head. You let out a small moan as his lips capture yours. Your hands grip his biceps as you lose yourself in the sensation and anticipation of what was to come. You could feel his cock, already hard and weeping. Your nipples are pebbled, due to the surrounding chill in the air. But you’re not cold - in fact, you feel overheated. Your pussy throbs with need, in tandem with your beating heart.

Paul dropped his mouth to your ear. “I’m going to make you feel good.”

He kisses you once more before moving down your body where he presses large open mouthed kisses along your chest and down your sternum before cupping one of your breasts in one of his large hands. He suckles on your tit while he uses his other hand to roll your nipple between his finger and thumb.

You arch slightly, and push on his head, desperate for his mouth and hands to be elsewhere. Paul looks up at you and smirks. “Needy little thing aren’t you?”

“Please.”

Paul resumes licking and sucking on your tit while his hand journeys down to your pussy, cupping it. He rubs your clit gently, playing with your arousal. “So wet for me already.”

“Always for you,” you moan.

He drags his fingers through your folds and then back to your clit. You gasp as he slides a thick long finger in. His finger pumps in and out of you with a languid pace before he adds another finger.

You’re lost in the sensation, feeling the coil inside tighten. Paul laves your other tit, still fucking you with his fingers. You let out a whine when he removes his fingers and makes a big show of sucking his fingers clean.

Paul moves further down the bed and settles between your spread thighs. His hands cup your ass, bringing you closer to him. Your thighs rest on his shoulders. He uses his index finger and thumb to spread your lips apart. Your thighs were a mess, dripping with slick. Your pussy glistened under the low light and your clit was swollen with need.

Paul’s breath was hot on your pussy and he inhaled your sweet, musky scent before diving into your folds. His tongue was warm and wet; you threw your head back as he licked a broad stripe along your folds from top to bottom before returning to settle on your clit. He then used the tip of his tongue to flicker against it. You let out a throaty moan. Your hand found its way to the top of his head and you gripped his hair tightly.

“Just like that - oh fuck, yes Paul, just like that!”

“Fuck, you taste delicious.” Paul groans, pausing against your pussy. He savors the flavor of your arousal on his tongue. He pulled your folds apart again and gently blew on your sensitive skin. You let out a hiss at the cold sensation that was then replaced with his warm tongue. Your body is slick with sweat, trembling as Paul ravages you.

Your back arches as he reintroduces his fingers. He starts stroking you faster, curving his fingers towards your belly button. He found that sensitive spot in you and used his thumb to rub your clit in a back and forth motion. You chant his name as you begin to reach a peak. The sensation is different from any orgasm you’ve experienced before. The pressure is much more intense and it feels wonderfully weird. And you don’t want it to stop.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Paul coaxed as he felt your walls tighten around him. “Let go. Come for me.”

You choke out a sound that was a mix of a moan and a sob as the pressure broke. You arch your back off the bed as your juices, warm and wet, are released from you.

You collapse, your legs feeling like a jello. You’re staring at the ceiling, out of breath. “Holy shit was that it? Did I do it?”

You felt your knees being pushed up to your chest. Your gaze moved to Paul above you.

“You did. And you were perfect,” Paul praised. “You have no idea how fucking hot it was to watch you squirt

You beam. “Can we try again?”

Paul nodded, smirking. You grasp your thighs in response and Paul nestles between. He slides his cock through your folds, gathering your arousal onto his cock. “Ready?”

“Fuck me, please,” you beg.

Paul slides inside of you deeply in one smooth thrust, your cunt gripping him tightly. He withdraws slightly and then snaps his hips against your cunt once more, tearing a moan from you. Paul grabs your thighs from you, gripping your flesh tightly. His cock drags against your walls as he sets a brutal pace.

You’re a pathetic, writhing mess as Paul fucks you. Wet, squelching sounds mix with the moans and groans which emanate from the two of you.

Paul drops one of your legs, but kept it outward, so he could watch his cock slide in and out of you. Your thighs were a wet mess and his cock was coated in your cream, making him swell with pride.

“I’m going to come!” You cried out, feeling your orgasm crest. He reaches down and rubs your clit rapidly again. His pace was relentless.

“Atta girl, one more, you can do it.”

Your body began to stiffen as the dam inside of you burst and you let out an unearthly sob. Paul suddenly withdrew and he watched as you squirted all over the towel.

“Oh my God!” You wail. “Fuck!”

You open your eyes and see Paul hunched over you, his hand furiously working his cock. The sight is highly erotic and immediately replaces the one from the bathroom earlier. You prop up onto your elbows and begin to goad him.

“Give it to me, come for me Paul. Shoot that load all over me. I want it on my tits, on my snatch, on my tongue.”

Your words are his undoing and he groans your name as he comes. You watch as his thick white load shoots out and lands all over your pussy, stomach, and chest.

“Yessss, I fucking love it.” You throw your head back, elongating your neck.

You hear Paul let out a groan of satisfaction and then look up at him. His face is blissful, his hair a mess. He collapses on top of you and you wrap your legs and arms around him, in a bear hug.

Paul kisses you softly, his tongue gently rolling over yours. “That was hotter than I could have ever imagined.”

“That was fucking amazing,” you agreed.

Paul leaned up, your bodies were both a mess. “Let me clean you up and then maybe we could take that nap.”

You smile sleepily, the post orgasmic bliss starting to sink in. Once you are both cleaned up and the towel chucked into the hamper, you both snuggle and drift to sleep.

“Shit, I still need to call the plumber,” Paul mumbled. “And maybe dinner.”

“Later,” you sleepily mumble back, burying your head into his body as he holds you.

Fin.

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Table Top or Just Give Me a Lap Dance

Warnings: Some dirty dancing, a hint of language (including light Daddy kink) and suggested nudity

Rating: M

Pairing: Rafael Barba x f!Reader

Summary: A little grinding to seduce (Tell me how we do it, if you want me, and I want you too)

Song Vibes: Envolver

You know the picture you present, backlit, curves of your body just shaded through the fabric, suggesting just enough to tease, to hint at what awaits.

“You didn’t want to go with your friends?”

“Well then. It looks like it’s just us here.” Your voice is shaded with amusement as he nods absently, his chin tilted up to hold your gaze, his palm curving over your hip.

You lean down, lips against his ear, voice low. “Shouldn’t we play by the rules if we’re going to play this game?”

#melk917fantasybingo #rafael barba #rafael barba x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu imagine #law and order svu fic

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lannister-slings-and-arrows · 2 years

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An Acceptable Occasion to Manspread

Written with @pascalispretty A Rita Calhoun x F. Reader x Sonny Carisi fic in the Guinea Pigs Verse

Gif made by @disaster-and-disgrace Cross posted on ao3!

Written for @melk917 's bingo fulfilling the "Tabletop or just give me a lap dance" square

Warnings: well lap dances lol. Swearing, dry humping, dirty talk, stripping, female masturbation, voyeurism, coming untouched, pet names, and mentions of previous threesomes. Rating: E Word Count: 4656 Summary: Sonny earns himself a reward.

“Why don’t you give Sonny a lap dance, pet,” Rita suggests, not even looking up from the case notes she has spread over half the dining room table. You slowly close your book and stretch on the couch, focusing your gaze on her and clearing your throat. She spares you a brief glance and raises her eyebrows.

“What?”

“It sounds like he’s about to put dinner in the oven; why don’t you bring him out here, sit him down in that armchair, and give him a lap dance,” she specifies, eyes going back to the sheets of bright white paper and her Moleskine notebook in front of her.

You blink slowly, trying to remember if you’ve missed an anniversary or a birthday or a lost bet or something. Nothing comes to mind so you set the paperback on the couch next to you and stand.

“Um, okay?” She stops you with a hand wrapped around your wrist as you make your way to the kitchen. Her fingers are soft and firm, cool against your warm skin, and you look down to find her smirking up at you.

“Why am I giving Sonny a lap dance?” you ask, smiling back. She shrugs, twirling her pen around her thumb. She strokes the inside of your wrist gently before tangling her fingers with yours and pushing her chair away from the table. Rita tugs on your hand and you obediently sit on her lap, turning your face up for a kiss.

“Because he had a long day.” She leans in to kiss you again and wraps her free arm around your waist. “Because he’s still cooking dinner for us even though he had a long day.” She leans in and kisses you once more, brushing her nose against yours. “Because he knows that we’ve had long days as well. And he takes such good care of us.” She rests her forehead against yours and smiles as you try to chase her lips. “Because he deserves one, you greedy little monster,” she teases, allowing herself to be caught for one more deep kiss.

“Oh, well, when you put it like that…” You smile at her and shrug. “Of course he does and of course I will.”

You move to slide off her lap but she stops you, dropping your hand to pluck at your tee shirt and your sweatpants.

“I don’t think you’ll need these,” she suggests, eyebrow raised again. You glance down at your clothes and smirk. “Probably not your underwear either, though I’ll leave that up to you. You can take all the creative license you want with this.” You laugh as she shoves you off her lap, smacking your ass as you walk away from her.

“Oh, and pet?” You turn to face her, walking backwards a few more steps. “Don’t think this comes without any reward for you. Do this for Sonny and I think I could probably see my way to eating you out tonight before bed.” You grin and she turns her attention back to her work.

Sonny is just covering a dish with tin foil when you amble into the kitchen. He looks up and smiles briefly at you when you walk past him before turning back to his dish and gently placing it on the oven rack, shutting the door and standing to his full height. You hoist yourself onto the counter by the sink and watch as he stretches his back with a soft groan, eyes closed and lips twisted into a wince.

“Hey baby,” you greet him quietly. He smiles, eyes still closed, back still bent, his hands on his hips.

“Hey, doll. Dinner’ll be ready in about forty five minutes.”

“Come here, Sonny.” He opens his eyes and straightens up, raising a brow at you and gesturing to the cooking detritus lying on the table and in the sink with one huge hand.

“Have to clean all this up before I can entertain you, doll, sorry.” You roll your eyes and hold out a hand for him to take. When he shakes his head you huff a short sigh, pull your shirt over your head, and drop it to the floor, offering him your hand again.

“I’ll do it later, come here.” He stares at you, big blue eyes wide and darting down to your lacy bra, before quickly finding yours again. “Sonny really, do not make me try taking my pants off while I’m sitting on this counter–I will fall and crack my head open and then how will that make you feel.”

He laughs, smile wide and pretty on his face, and finally makes his way across the kitchen to you, stopping to pick up your shirt and drape it over the back of one of the kitchen chairs before he slides in between your legs. He places his hands on the counter on either side of your hips and sighs, scooting close enough to you so you can feel the warmth radiating off his body. You reach up and tug on his loose tie, staring into his eyes. Licking his pretty red lips he asks,

“Yes?”

“Thank you for making dinner. And for being wonderful and always taking such great care of Rita and I,” you tell him seriously. He shrugs like it’s no big deal and you tug on his tie again. “No, I mean it. You’re perfect and I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

You sway forward, brushing a barely-there kiss first onto his cheek and onto his forehead, and finally his other cheek before whispering,

“You should come with me into the living room, I have a special present for you. To really say thank you.” Sonny nuzzles your neck, his nose nudging your jaw as he shuffles closer.

“Sweetheart, you know you don’t need to thank me, I’ve told you before that cooking relaxes me. Chopping things is a great stress reliever,” he says with a chuckle, and you lean back a little so you can look at him.

“I know. I still want you to come with me.” Wrapping your fingers a little more firmly around his tie, you slip off the counter and start to lead him by the silky blue fabric into the other room. He gives another good-humored chuckle and follows you without much resistance. Rita looks up from her work when the two of you enter, her lips curving into a coy smile.

“I see you’re already getting into the spirit of things, precious,” she teases, closing her notebook and getting up from her seat. She rounds the table and pulls one of the chairs out, angling it towards you. “Use this, pet, the armchair looks a little low.”

Behind you, you hear her pull Sonny in for a kiss while you drag the chair closer to the center of the room. When you’ve arranged the chair to your liking, you swallow down your nerves and turn to get Sonny. There’s no time for embarrassment now and no time to make a quick detour to the liquor cabinet either. You just have to focus on the nice reward waiting for you and get on with it.

His hair is significantly more rumpled than it was when you left him to Rita’s care, and one of his hands has found its way underneath Rita’s blouse to cup her breast. Rita pats his cheek and moves away from him, walking towards the sofa to make herself comfortable. On her way, she turns the main light off, leaving just the lamp by the couch casting a low glow over the room.

You feel your face warm as you slide your phone out of your pocket just to give yourself something to do. Unsure of where to start, you just type ‘Lap Dance Playlist’ in Spotify and pick the first thing that comes up.

A song called “Down in Mexico” starts playing, something that sounds like it should be playing on an old school jukebox instead of from Rita’s Alexa in the kitchen. Still, it sounds like it’ll work so you set your phone down awkwardly on the table as Rita sighs impatiently.

“Get to it, precious. If you haven’t made him come in his pants by the time he has to go get dinner out of the oven, I won’t eat you out. And I might have to come up with a proper punishment.” The threat is enough to propel you forwards, grabbing Sonny’s hands and pulling him over to the chair so he can sit down.

You’ve teased Sonny about his tendency to manspread before. Not that you ever really complain about it, not when it puts his long legs on display. You’re especially grateful for his habit now, the familiarity of the posture making you smile and sigh. You’re having a hard time not just crawling into his lap and grinding against one of his lean, strong thighs. Taking a deep breath, and hoping you don’t look as silly as you feel, you turn your back to Sonny.

It hadn’t taken you long after meeting him to realize he was an ass man. So you decide to show off his favorite feature to start with. Your sweatpants still need to come off anyways and so you slowly start to sway your hips to the music.

You get a little more into it once you notice the hungry look that Rita is giving you. With slow, deliberate movements you wrap your fingers around the waistband of your pants and start to tug them down your legs. As your hands move lower you bend at the waist to put your backside on display right in front of Sonny. Your underwear, thankfully, matches your bra so you leave it on for the time being.

There’s no elegant way of getting your sweats off from around your ankles so you just hurry through it and kick them aside as soon as you can and hope the awkward shimmy doesn't look as silly as you felt it did. With a roll of your hips you stand back up and arch your back. You feel a little less foolish every time you glance over at Rita, her skirt riding up around her hips so you can see a hint of her underwear, getting comfortable on the couch and settling in to enjoy herself.

You’re tempted to abandon what you’re doing to crawl over to her and beg to be allowed to eat her out. Even just sitting there, sprawled on the couch and still somehow managing to look elegant and composed, she drives you crazy in a way no other woman has. Instead, you give another roll of your hips and turn around to face Sonny, determined to do this right.

He looks just as appreciative as Rita does. The lovely blue of his eyes is almost entirely eclipsed by his blown pupils as he stares at you, his eyes flicking up and down as he blushes deeply. The realization that your good Catholic boy may never have had a lap dance before comes over you in a rush of pleasure and pride.

With that thought in your mind you slowly sink to your knees. Sonny’s mouth falls open just a little as he watches you crawl towards him, still moving to the beat of the music. When you’re close enough you rest your hands on his knees and kneel between his legs to look up at him, biting your lip. He looks down at you and moves to brush your hair out of your face.

“Ah, ah,” Rita chastises from her spot on the couch. “Honestly Dominick, I know you’ve at least gone undercover enough by now to know that you don’t touch the dancer during these things. Even if you haven’t ever had one yourself.” He blushes again and lets his hands fall to his sides, eyes darting between you and Rita.

“I don’t actually have to come in my pants for this to count as a successful lap dance do I?” he asks, watching as you rub your hands on the tops of his thighs before pushing yourself up and onto his lap. You feel the hitch in his breath as you drape yourself over him, swaying to the music and grinding yourself purposefully on his leg on every other down beat. Gripping the back of his chair in your hands, you lean, stopping just close enough to kiss him. Barely brushing your nose against his you smirk and ask,

“You wouldn’t want me to go the rest of the night without coming, would you?” He looks torn and you pout at him, moving in his lap in time with the song before reaching over to unknot his tie. “Cause I can’t, you know. She says that if I come while I’m doing this I’ll be punished.”

That is not entirely the truth; she had said nothing about you also getting off on this lap dance but he doesn’t need to know that. What’s a white lie and a little manipulation between lovers?

You glance over at Rita and catch her appraising you, an eyebrow raised and looking marginally impressed. You blush and shrug, quickly turning back to Sonny and his big blue eyes that have been staring down at your breasts. You clear your throat and he jumps, ears turning pink and eyes snapping back up to your face.

“It’s okay Sonny, you can look,” you tease. “That’s most of the fun anyways.” You move closer on his lap, rolling your hips and preening at the quiet grunt you manage to pull out of him. Tugging his tie completely off, you drop it over his shoulder and sigh heavily, watching as his eyes track the way it pushes your chest out towards him.

“Are you gonna let me make you come like this, baby?” you ask, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt and looking up at him, fluttering your eyelashes a bit for good measure. Sonny groans and you see his hands come up out of the corner of your eyes before he quickly lets them drop again. “You wouldn’t want me to get punished, would you? You know Rita is so good at that.” You lick your lips and grab the back of his chair again, sliding closer to his body and making sure the noise you make as your panties bunch against you is loud enough for him to really feel it.

Your cunt comes into contact with his cock, undeniably interested in these proceedings now, through a few scant layers of fabric, leaning forward to whisper in his ear,

“You know how hot I think it is when you come in your pants, Sonny. So you know how hard it’s going to be for me not to come right here, all over your lap. God, even thinking about it…” you grind yourself onto him and run your hands down to his chest, bracing yourself as you dance in his lap, rolling and undulating your hips. “Even thinking about it is getting me so wet.”

He groans under you and lets his head fall back, exposing his long pale throat. Still moving, you look over at Rita again to see her underwear has been discarded and her fingers are playing with her clit. She’s watching the two of you closely, hair tied up and her long legs spread–a vision, should any inspiration be needed. You lick your lips before ghosting a kiss behind Sonny’s ear, trailing your tongue down his neck. He shivers and you follow the movement with your hips, sighing again and deliberately shifting your cunt a little harder over his cock.

“I can feel how much you like this, Sonny. You’re already so hard pressed against my cunt. Why not let me take you all the way? You’re gonna want to come, just let yourself,” you urge him softly, whispering into his ear before nipping the lobe between your teeth. He whines a little under you and you smile, reaching down between you to brush over his erection with the tips of your fingers. “It’d be such a shame for you to have to sit through all of dinner with this. That’d be so uncomfortable for you and I’d feel so bad.”

Sonny huffs a quick, harsh breath through his nose and you sit back up, pushing your chest out and running your hands up your sides to tangle in your hair above your head. Swinging your hips as much as you’re able, you look down and watch him stare at the way your breasts are squeezed together and the way the lace looks against your skin. Gathering your hair up, you tie it into a loose knot with the hair tie around your wrist and let one of your hands fall back onto his shoulders.

“She’s watching us, you know.” Sonny drags his eyes away from your breasts and blinks stupidly up at you. The blue is just a thin ring around his wide pupils and he has to lick his bright red lips a few times before he can finally croak,

“Wha–who? Who’s…?”

“Rita is,” you explain, moving your whole body to the music, carding your fingers in the hair on the back of his head and tugging lightly. His eyes flutter shut and he takes a deep breath. “She’s watching me on your lap, watching you be such a good boy and not touch, watching as your cock gets harder under my cunt, straining against those tight pants.” You emphasize your point with another deliberate jerk of your hips over said cock, taking your bottom lip between your teeth and whimpering as it drags against you. While the aesthetic of the movement is important to your plan for getting your reward it does also actually feel wonderful rubbing against your cunt. The lace you’re wearing is wet and bunches and drags over your clit every time you move and it’s getting harder and harder to focus and not completely lose yourself to the music.

“Want me to tell you what she looks like?”

“What?” he breathes, eyes flicking between your chest and the darkening lace between your legs as you rock on his thighs.

“She has two fingers in her cunt right now.”

Sonny gasps and his eyes snap up to yours. You can feel his cock twitch and you smirk.

“She’s getting herself off to us, Sonny. Using us to help her unwind from a long day, just like always. And I’m seeing all of it. And feeling all of you and your huge cock pressed against my cunt. And I can’t come.” You pout down at him. “Please let me help you come, baby?” His breath comes a bit more shakily as you roll yourself against his thigh again, dragging a hand down your neck to rest on your chest. “I might be persuaded to take this off if you say yes.”

You pull the front of your bra down just enough that he gets a glimpse of your nipple and stop, looking down at your breast and then back up at his wide eyes and parted lips. His hips twitch underneath you and you know he’s trying his best to resist the urge to rut up against you. You tug the lace a little lower to reveal a half-faded bite mark on your breast.

“Was it you who left this? Or Rita? I forget,” you ask, holding onto the back of the chair so you can grind your hips in circles over his cock. Sonny sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, his hands flexing by his sides. “I think it was you. Saturday? When you were taking the clamps off that Rita had put on me? Remember?”

Sonny nods jerkily and you hear Rita sigh from her spot on the sofa. When you glance over you feel more heat pool in your core. Her blouse is open and the cups of her bra are pushed down, allowing her to use her free hand to play with her nipples. Even in the low light of the room you can see the tell-tale metallic gleam of the delicate silver barbells she normally wears in her nipple piercings. She’s fucking herself harder on her fingers and you’re pretty sure she’s added a third while you weren’t looking.

“God, you look so good ma’am,” you admire, grinding gracelessly against Sonny as you ogle Rita. She smirks, another sigh escaping her as she tweaks one of her piercings.

“Be a good girl and make him come and I’ll let you lick my fingers clean.” The thought of those long elegant fingers in your mouth, covered in Rita’s slick, makes you groan. Still rolling your hips, you bring your hands back up to your bra.

“C’mon, Sonny. Please? Lemme make you come and I’ll do whatever you want. Don’t you want me to take this off?” you ask, squeezing your breasts and tugging the lace down just a little further. “Or these?” You trail your fingers slowly down your body until you can hook them into the waistband of your panties.

“God, I’m so wet Sonny. Don’t you wanna see? Just say you’ll let me make you come and I’ll take everything else off,” you whine, dragging your fingertips down Sonny’s chest.

“Fuck, baby. Yes, yes, just take them off,” Sonny manages, sounding about as wrecked as you feel. He groans when you slip off his lap to stand briefly between his legs only to choke on it when you sit on his lap again, your back pressed against his chest. His cock presses insistently against your ass and you squirm on his lap as you make yourself comfortable.

“I wish you were allowed to touch me,” you whisper, leaning forward just enough to allow yourself to unhook your bra. Still rocking your hips to the beat of the music, you shrug the scrap of lace off and throw it somewhere to the side. Rita watches intently as your fingers find your nipples and pinch and you throw your head back against Sonny’s shoulder as you moan.

“Dominick, if you can’t stop yourself from reaching up to touch her, I’ll tie your hands together,” Rita threatens airily, and you notice Sonny putting his hands back down out of the corner of your eye. You let yourself writhe in Sonny’s lap a little longer, his heart thudding hard against your back as you grind down on his cock.

A sharp sound escapes him when you slip off his lap again and you take your time sliding your panties off. Still swaying your hips, you discard the soaked underwear and turn back around to face him. Sonny looks even more flushed and his hair looks damp at the temples. Gripping onto the back of the chair for balance, you straddle his lap and grind your bare cunt against his still covered cock.

“Sorry about the mess,” you laugh, leaning back as far as you can without losing your balance and rolling your hips. Sonny isn’t even trying to pretend he’s looking anywhere but your body as you move and you wonder if he can feel how wet you are through his clothes.

“God, I wish Rita would let me fuck you. I’d love to just bend over the back of the couch while you rail me,” you sigh, turning your head to look at Rita. “Ma’am, can I touch myself? Just so I can show him how wet I am?”

“You may, precious. But only to show him. If your fingers go anywhere near your clit, I won’t eat you out later.” Rita’s voice is starting to sound a little breathier, a telltale sign that she’s getting closer to coming. You lean back in your chair as far as you can go, hoping that Sonny can see enough of your cunt for this to be worth the risk of falling off his lap. Slowly, you run your free hand down your body and spread yourself open with your fingers.

The cool air of the room hitting your clit makes you hiss and you’re pretty certain you feel Sonny’s cock twitch underneath you as he stares. You can’t keep the position up for long; your abs and your back ache with the strain of tipping yourself backward at that angle. Instead you lean forward and rest your hands on Sonny’s shoulders as you start to circle your hips again.

“Well, Dominick? Aren’t you going to tell me how wet her pretty little cunt is? Has she made a mess for me to clean up later?” Rita asks, riding her fingers hard. Your mouth waters and if you weren’t so busy with Sonny you’d offer to fetch her a toy that you could watch her ride instead.

“I–She’s so wet, ma’am. Soaked,” Sonny manages, his hips jerking underneath you as he tries to meet your movements.

“Filthy girl. So needy. You want me to take care of you later? Lick that pretty cunt until you come all over my face? And then fuck you stupid after?” Rita’s voice sounds strained and you gasp and rock your hips harder.

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll be such a good girl, ma’am, I promise. Wanna suck Sonny’s dick while you fuck me, please–”

It’s too much for poor Sonny. With a low moan his hips stutter underneath you, one of his hands coming up to hold you still as he comes. You manage to tear your eyes away from Rita to look down and watch him, his eyes screwed shut and his mouth parted slightly. His breath is coming in short sharp pants and his fingers are tight on your shoulders as his hips give a few more hard thrusts before he slumps back against the chair, chest heaving.

“Fuck, baby, Jesus Christ…” His voice is raspy and quiet, words coming surprised and fast in between gasping breaths that he drags into his lungs. You grin down at him, shivering at the sight and reach for his other arm, dragging it around your waist.

“Like that, honey?” you ask sweetly. He nods, wrapping both his arms around your waist and sitting up just enough to rest his head on your chest. The short puffs of warm air tease your nipples and a shudder ripples its way down your spine. You turn to look at Rita and find her still watching you, still working three fingers hard into her cunt.

“Did I do well, ma’am?” you ask coyly, licking your lips as you stare. She drops her head back onto the couch, nodding, and shifts her hips impatiently as she chases her own orgasm.

“So well, my little guinea pig.” She gasps and you dig your fingers into Sonny’s hair. Kissing the top of his head you whisper to him,

“Think you can turn your head a little, baby? She’s about to come.”

Sonny turns to rest the side of his face on your breasts and you can feel his cock give a valiant little twitch under your cunt as Rita softly moans “fuck” and finally comes. Her thighs quiver, her back arches off the couch, and the muscles along her calves tense as she rides it out. The vision of her coming is a sight you’ll never get tired of, and you squirm in Sonny’s lap while you both watch, petting his hair apologetically when he whines pathetically.

She finally sighs, breasts heaving under her sensible, but still gorgeous, silk blouse, the movement making her piercings catch on the fabric and twinkle alluringly in the light. Sonny moans desperately between your legs and you echo the sentiment–Rita smiles, pleased with the reaction she’s garnered.

“Get over here, pet,” she pants, extending an elegant glistening hand to you, her fingers wet with her come. “I believe I promised you an interim present before you get your reward after dinner.”

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Whipped Cream with Cherries and Strawberries on Top

Warnings: Some kissing, grinding, creative uses of whipped cream...

Rating: M

Pairing: Paul Mendelson x gn!Reader

WC: 500

Summary: Paul shows you why homemade is always better than store-bought.

Song Vibes: 34+35 (Remix)

“You know, you can buy it in a can nowadays, Pioneer Woman.” You pressed close, hooking your chin over Paul’s shoulder to watch the hand-mixer whirring away.

He snorted. “This takes all of five minutes. And homemade is nicer.”

“Mhmm. Show off.” You pressed a soft kiss to the side of his neck, nuzzling at the sensitive skin where it met the curve of his jaw.

He squirmed against you, ticklish, and switched off the beaters. “There, see? All done.”

Going up on your toes, you peered around him at the soft peaks in the bowl. With a small, considering noise, you reached out a finger, scooping up a dollop and bringing it to your lips before Paul could protest.

Instead, he made a soft sound in his throat as you made a show of sucking the cream off, hollowing your cheeks and moaning as the subtle sweetness and vanilla curled over your tongue.

His cheeks pinked even as he rolled his eyes. “That’s how you want to play this?”

You winked and shrugged.

Any other response you might have made was lost in a yelp as Paul spun you around, using his superior physicality to trade places, his hands tight on your hips. He crowded you against the counter with a smirk, eyes bright as they met yours. He was solid against you, body heat bleeding through the thin cotton of his shirt as he ducked his head to press a lingering kiss to the hinge of your jaw.

“Well?” His voice was low, breath ghosting warm against your skin, making you shiver. “Better than store-bought?”

You slid a hand up his chest, feeling his heartbeat quick under your palm. Holding his gaze, you reached over to run your finger through the cream again, tongue flicking out to catch a taste, moaning softly.

He tracked the movement, gaze hot and pupils blown.

“You tell me?” You smeared the remaining cream across his lips and pressed at the seam until they parted, his tongue curling around your finger, cleaning up the remainder with deliberate licks. He finished with a nip to the tip of your finger, lips twitching playfully as your breath caught and your other hand curled around his neck possessively.

“Actually…” Your voice was breathy, unsteady, and his smile turned smug. “I need another taste.”

“Oh yeah?” He shifted his hips and you groaned softly at the press of his hardening cock against your thigh. He was flushed, eyes bright and teasing.

You smirked, grip on his neck firm as you tugged him down to you, your tongue swiping across his lips, cleaning up the rest of the mess—rich cream followed by something uniquely Paul.

“Yeah.” You murmured, breath unsteady as he rocked his hips into you. He dipped his head to lick into your mouth, kiss hot and sweet from the last of the whipped cream, his hands slipping under your shirt to press warm against your low back.

At this rate, you might need store-bought after all.

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Sauna, Jacuzzi, In the Back Row at the Movie

Warnings: Rough sex, oral sex (m receiving), degrading language

Rating: E

Pairing: Nevada Ramirez x gn!Reader

Song: Closer, Nine Inch Nails

The heat of the sauna makes time move slow and sticky. The sweat pours off you in the thick air, slicking your skin. The light filters through the humidity, a dim red that doesn’t quite reach the edges, corners cast with a misty shadow. It does reach the man in front of you, however, burnishing the expanse of his skin a ruddy bronze, catching on the dips and ridges of muscle and highlighting the ink under his skin, the curl of it across his pecs, around his ribs and down his side, standing out in stark relief.

Nevada is alone. Has been since he settled across from you. Even now, dressed in just a towel, arms and legs spread wide, his head tilted back on the bench, leaving his neck exposed, he manages to loom large, imposing. Where a lesser man would appear vulnerable, without his men, without weapons, Nevada fills the space, strength coiled, banked, but obvious beneath the surface.

The humidity is so thick it presses on you like a physical weight, slowing everything down and lending an otherworldly air to the room. Nevada’s eyes are closed, and you take shameless advantage of his inattention to drink in the sight of him. His skin shines in the low light, slick with sweat. You watch as it beads along his hairline, drops clinging until they grow full, heavy, rolling down the sides of his face, the slope of his neck, to pool in the dips of his collarbone; catching, pausing, before sliding down the planes of his chest, the cut of his hips. His muscles ripple with each minute shift, supple and loose. Your tongue flicks out, licking your lips unconsciously as you watch the progress of each drop over the lines of his body, wanting to trace their path with your tongue, to have the salt and musk from his skin clouding your senses.

He had made a cursory effort to wrap a towel around his hips, but it was slipping now, edge coming untucked, the taut lines of his hips and low abs peeking out. You shift on the hard seat, watching as a particularly daring bead of sweat slides lower, tracing over the firm planes of his abdomen where they meet his groin, before slipping under to catch where the trail of hair down his belly meets the thicker patch of curls just peeking over the edge of the towel.

Want flares in you, bright and sharp, and a soft noise escapes your lips as the bead of sweat continues its journey out of sight. You’re intoxicated by him, senses full, deep in a trance. So deep, that you’re startled by his throaty laugh, jerking your head up to find you’ve been caught, Nevada’s gaze dark and intense as he watches you watch him.

A smirk curls sharp at the edge of his lips as he shifts his hips, settling back further into the bench, drawing your attention to his lap where the bulge of his cock under the towel is becoming obvious. You can’t help your soft whimper as he drops a hand to cup himself, dragging the heel of his palm along his length and shifting his legs wider.

He teases his fingers up and down. Slow, hypnotic strokes that have you licking your lips, skin running hot from more than just the temperature in the room as he rolls his balls through the towel. His smirk only grows at your slack-jawed awe and he tugs at the towel to let it fall open, legs shifting wide, hands curling on his thighs to frame the impressive length of his cock. He’s fully hard, sweat and precome mixing to make him slick, his stroke gliding easy as he takes himself in hand and fists his cock with a lazy tug. He squeezes at the top, thumb teasing along the ridge of the head as more precome wells up, spilling over to drip, slow and sticky, down the flushed tip, catching on his fingers. When he speaks, his voice is a low rumble.

“If you make me get up and go over there to shove my cock in your mouth, you’re gonna regret it.”

You take a sharp breath, eyes widening, his threat sending a thrill of desire curling down your spine as he gives himself another stroke, spreading the precome down his length. It’s flushed, slick, and your mouth waters at the thought of the weight of it heavy on your tongue. He gives an indolent thrust of his hips, fucking slow into his own hand, showing off the flex of his chest and the corded muscle of his thighs as he moves.

“Oye, what’s it gonna be?”

It’s that roll of his body, sinuous and sinful, that makes the decision for you. You rise, perhaps too quickly, stumbling a bit as you cross the space and fall to your knees between his spread legs. He smirks at your eagerness, free hand coming up pet over your hair.

He continues to pump his cock as you look up at him. Tight, slow pulls that has his stomach tensing and more precome dripping down his length. Now, up close, the towel gone, you can watch the beads of sweat complete their journey as they run down the ridges of muscle to pool in the nest of curls at the base of his cock. Unable to resist, you lean up, tracing back up their path with your tongue, licking along the lines of his hips, up over the ink that curls around his side, and back down. You nuzzle at that patch of curls, breathing deep and moaning at the scent of him—musk and sweat and sex. Dipping lower, you mouth at his balls, taking first one than the other in your mouth, sucking and humming, until you can feel the tremble in his muscles under your palms.

That tremble is the only warning you get before the hand on your hair grips tight, yanking your head back and making you gasp from the sharp pain and shock of it. Desire curls hot in your low belly, and he’s rubbing the head of his cock over your parted lips. His eyes flash as he holds your head back, pushing into your mouth in one, powerful thrust that has both of you moaning.

“No fuckin’ teasing.” His eyebrows are drawn together, teeth bared. “This ain’t about you, yeah? You’re just convenient.”

You make a little whimpering moan as he works his hips and you swallow him down, hands sliding along the slick muscle of his thighs. You take his words to heart and waste no time taking him deep, working your tongue along the thick vein and tilting your jaw so the head of his cock drags along the roof of your mouth.

“Fuck.” He groans long and low, head falling back on the bench behind him. “Just like that. Yeah. You’re a good cocksucker, huh?” He grips your hair hard with both hands, holding you in place as he rolls his hips again and his lips curl into a sneer as you gag around his length. “Looks like this might be worth my while, after all.”

Your fingers scrabble across his skin, but you’re unable to get a grip to pull him closer. Instead, your hands slide easy along his thighs, slipping over his skin, feeling the play of his muscles underneath as he fucks your face with slow, forceful thrusts. Greedily, you drag your fingers over the firm planes of his chest, tracing the edges and curls of the ink, skin slick from the sweat. You can’t keep hold of him, but it hardly matters. He has grip enough for both of you, hips working up pace and force as he grabs your hair hard and fucks into your throat.

You’re choking, whining around him, nails catching along the line of his hips. The flash of pain has him growling and shoving his cock deep into your throat, holding you harshly against him, your nose buried in the curls at the base of his cock. Tears stream down your face, mixing with sweat and spit and precome, as he makes an absolute mess out of you. Your own blood pulses hot, shame and need mixing to form a heady cocktail.

“Such a fuckin’ whore, huh? You gettin’ off just sucking my cock?” He yanks you back, dick falling from your mouth to slap back against his abdomen. You gasp for air, whimpering at pain in your scalp and the loss of his thick prick filling your throat.

“So pretty this desperate.” His voice is soft, dangerous, one hand releasing your hair to stroke, condescendingly gentle, along your jaw, fingers dragging through the mess on your chin before gripping hard and forcing your mouth back open. “You just gonna let me use you. Fuckin’ desperate. You sit over there wantin’ this the whole time? You waitin’ for me in here, panting for it like a fuckin’ bitch in heat?”

You can’t nod with the hold he has on you so you settle for moaning instead, dropping your jaw further, your tongue resting heavy on your bottom lip. He groans at the sight of you, your face a mess, wrecked and desperate.

“Fuck—needy little bitch aren’t you?” He tugs sharply on your hair, jerking your head back further and you groan. “You want my come? That what you moaning for? You want a faceful of my come?”

He drops your jaw to take his cock in hand, pressing the tip against your lips as he starts to jerk himself off, fast and rough. You whine desperately, parting your lips further and pulling forward against his hold in your hair, trying to take him fully, swallow him down, choke yourself on the size of him, but his grip stays firm.

“No,” he grinds out, breathing hard and fast through his nose, jaw clenched as he rushes closer to orgasm, fisting his cock and rubbing the tip across your lips. “No. Desperate bitches don’t get to swallow. You want my come that badly? You take it across your face. Let everyone else see how fuckin’ desperate you were for me.”

You’re moaning, whining really, his words stoking the inferno inside you, heat licking at your core, desire and need pooling hot and unrestrained. You’re surrounded by him—the salt of his precome mixed with sweat curling over your tongue as you lap at the tip, desperate for whatever he’ll give you, mindless. Nothing but his fucktoy at this point. Something to be used and thrown away when he’s finished.

And finish he does, hand going punishing tight in your hair as he jerks your face up to him, breath punched out of his chest with a groan as the first ribbons of come land hot across your lips, your cheeks. He works his cock roughly, milking all he can across your face and neck, before thrusting once, roughly, into your mouth, muscles flexed and straining as he empties the last of it down your throat.

You don’t get the chance to swallow, though, no opportunity to clean him up as he pulls back, finishing by smacking his cock across your face. He smears his come across your swollen lips and smirks, his chest heaving with exertion and the aftershocks of pleasure as he gives himself a last, lingering stroke.

You’re trembling, gasping as though you were the one that came, as he releases your hair, his come mixing with the sweat that continues to pour off you to drip down your face and neck. You flick your tongue out to lick at the trails smeared across your lips and moan, the heat in your core throbbing, flaring bright. You whine, needy and untouched, hips rocking into the empty air.

His laugh is low and cruel as he watches you. He leans back, slow and lazy now that he’s come, his thigh flexing as he lifts a foot, pressing it to your shoulder. And then, with no little force, he shoves at you, sending you backwards hard, sprawling across the floor. His lips curl in a sneer and he scoffs. “Well go on then. No one’s stoppin’ you. Quit whinin’, and get yourself off. Come all over yourself like the desperate bitch you are.”

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thatesqcrush · 2 years

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The Nanny: Valentine’s Redux, Pt.2

Bryan Kneef x f reader. CW: rough smut, incl. spanking; language. AN: for @melk917 bingo w/rough sex, make it hurt. Also cheating and using this for my own challenge w/rough sex. WC: <1K

Part 1.

The two of you didn’t even make it to the bedroom.

Bryan crashed his lips into yours, his hands running all over your body. His hands slipped under your dress, going up your thighs until he found the band of your lace panties. His hand gripped your wet, aching cunt, causing you to gasp. You let out a gasp, writhing against his hand, desperate for more. Bryan moved his hand lower and found your ass. He gripped your ass, hard, and with a grunt, pulled your head to the side, while his mouth found purchase along your neck. You let out a moan as he found that spot. You began to squirm as he continued his ministrations, biting and soothing. Bryan gripped your chin, keeping you still. He licked up your neck to your cheek. His breath was hot and heavy against your ear.

“Stay still.”

You whimpered again and he sucked on your neck until he was certain a mark was left. Your cunt was slick with arousal and you were this close to coming and you still had your clothes on.

“Turn around, face the wall.”

You did as told, gripping the wall. The wall was cold and it contrasted the heat that was coursing through your body. The skirt of your dress was flipped up. Bryan’s hands gripped your plump, voluptuous ass, squeezing before he smacked it. He alternated cheeks as he spanked you, enjoying the way your skin rippled with each impact. The skin on your ass was hot and each subsequent spank in the same spot irritated your skin. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

Then it stopped as quickly as it started.

And that was because Bryan momentarily paused to undo his belt and pants. The sound of his belt clanking on the floor excited you. Bryan released his cock and gave himself a couple of pumps and then pressed himself against you. “Is this what you want?” He asked with a growl.

“Oh give it to me! I need it!”

Bryan reached around and found your slit, slick and dripping. His large fingers stroked your lips before dipping inside to find your throbbing clit. He rubbed it haphazardly, relishing in how you were falling apart under his touch.

“I love how wet you are for me. So responsive, so needy, so… hungry.”

“It’s all for you,” you pant. “I’m yours.”

“Yes,” Bryan hissed. “This sweet cunt is mine.” He gripped your neck from behind with one hand while he slipped two thick digits inside of you. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, setting a quick pace. He coated his fingers with your slick juices.

“Tell me how you want it,” Bryan asked. “Do you want me here?” He kept pumping his fingers. “Or do you want it here?”

He withdrew his fingers and you let out a whine at the loss. Bryan found your puckered rosebud and focused his energy there. He then took a step back and slid his cock in between your butt cheeks, before rutting against you for relief. “Should I fuck this sweet ass?”

“I don’t care, just fuck me already,” you begged.

“Since you asked so nicely,” Bryan replied with a dark chuckle. He hoisted your leg upwards, so you were standing on one leg. Naturally you leaned more towards cockthe wall and gripped harder. Bryan gripped his and positioned himself. He rubbed the head of his cock along your folds, coating himself in your cream.

You gasped as Bryan slid his thick cock inside of you in one thrust. You felt wonderfully full. It was a mix of pleasure and slight burn as your walls accommodated his size.

Bryan pulled out again and then thrust back in, harder than before. You let out an obscene moan as his hips snapped back into you. “Oh fuck!”

Encouraged, he picked up the pace, driving his cock into you over and over.

“Come for me. Take that cock.” Bryan grunted as he looked down, watching his cock disappear in and out of you.

“Oh god, Bry, yes!” You cried out, pushing back to meet his thrusts. You reached below your belly to your clit and rubbed yourself haphazardly, desperate to come. “I’m going to… I am so…” Your voice trailed off, feeling your own orgasm approach.

Bryan was lost, chasing his own release. His movements became frantic, his grunts more desperate. The coil of tension deep in his belly snapped and he groaned your name out as he came. Distantly, he heard you call out his name as you came, clenching around his spurting cock.

Gently, Bryan lowered your leg before withdrawing his cock. You turned around and the two of you lazily kissed as the evidence of the interlude dripped down your thighs.

“How about we go to bed and I clean you up?” Bryan murmured against your lips.

You nodded. “In case I forget to tell you, Happy Valentine’s Day.”

FIN.

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melk917 · 2 years

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Melk's 250 Follower Celebration!

Ah! I’ve hit my first fairly-major follower milestone! As such, I wanted to celebrate with a bingo idea that has been on my mind for ages: What’s Your Fantasy.

I love writing smut and so it only seems appropriate to celebrate with a bingo card full of possibilities. 😈

Each bingo square will be a line from this classic piece of work by the sage poet, Ludacris. If you don’t know the song, go take a listen. For your own education and sheer enjoyment.

Rules are laid out in detail below the cut along with the card but the overview:

I will be accepting requests from today until 1/18 for 250-500 word fills. Feel free to send in a request for Rafael Barba, Nevada Ramirez, Jackson Neill, or Paul Mendelson + a square. Each square will get filled only once. I will be posting the fills as my schedule allows starting Feb 1. If you're writing/producing your own content, there's a lot more you can write for, but I will only be doing these four boys.

This is a bingo! So I’d love for other people to do their own fills as well. See below for more details + the card.

Even if you’re not participating, please share! I’d love to see how wide-reaching this can go and what creative things people can do. This is about community, and I want to celebrate that.

NOTE: Nothing about this song or the card itself is SFW so participation is restricted to 18+ ONLY. This is a hard and fast rule. If I discover anyone requesting is under 18, you will be blocked. If you are under 18 and participating, you will be blocked & your media removed from the bingo.

Rules:

For writing/creating your own work: Pick a single square, a row, four corners, fill the whole card. Up to you. No pressure - this is supposed to be fun!

For requests: send a square + one of the 4 boys marked with MK below.

How to use the squares? You can take them as literally as you want. They’re intended as inspiration, so feel free to use it to just set the tone, or feel free to incorporate the lyric literally. Let the muse lead you how it will. (And even though the bingo card itself is explicit, the fic can be anything from G to E. However you want it, as Luda would say.)

Types of media: you can do mood/storyboards, artwork, long fics, one shots, drabbles, HC... whatever your fancy. Want to do all fics? Great! Want to mix and match? Ok! All moodboards? No problem!

If your story is more than 500 words, you must use a “keep reading”. Anything explicit must also be below a cut.

One square per fic (note: multi-chapters can use more than one square, but it must be one per chapter).

Characters allowed (**can be reader insert or OC or fandom pairing. I will only write reader inserts**):

Rafael Barba (Can request from MK)

Jackson Neill (Can request from MK)

Nevada Ramirez (Can request from MK)

Paul Mendelson (Can request from MK)

Frederick Chilton

Jonas Nightingale

Bryan Kneef

Sonny Carisi

Nick Amaro

Mike Dodds

Rita Calhoun

Olivia Benson

Amanda Rollins

Want to write for someone else? Feel free to shoot me a message for requests. No promises, but open to requests.

No RPF/real-person fanfiction. No underage character (incl. reader/OC). No non-con. If you have any questions about something, feel free to shoot me a message. I also reserve the right to refuse any requests or add additional restrictions on a case-by-case basis, should there be an issue that arises.

Posting will be between 2/1 & 2/28 (this goes for both requests I fill and anything you wish to post)

Please tag me in your entries! I want to see the madness you create. Please also use the following hashtag: #melk917fantasybingo.

Any questions let me know. AGAIN HAVE FUN. Bingo card is below

You do not have to participate but a signal boost is always nice!

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melk917 · 2 years

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More Than Chocolate

Warnings: Kissing, teasing

Rating: T

Pairing: Paul Mendelson x gn!Reader

Summary: Paul isn't just going to sit by and let you steal the last bite of dessert.

Song: Chocolate, Maluma (Tú a mí me gustas más que el chocolate)

A/N: Ok, so back on my speed writing train because I've realized I have 25 of these to write total and only so much time. So rough & unbetaed... please let me know if you catch anything!

You’re honestly not sure you could give a summary of the movie flickering on the screen. Tucked warm against Paul’s side, his hand tracing nonsensical patterns across your shoulders and down your back, you’re halfway to being asleep and have been for a while. He smells like cotton and detergent and a faint hint of musk from his skin and you bury your face in his shoulder, content just to feel him, pressing a kiss through his shirt. He hums in response and his wandering hand wraps more firmly around your waist to pull you against him.

There’s a rustle of foil and cardboard and you crack an eye to see him rooting around in the box of chocolate truffles balanced precariously on his chest, his eyes still on the screen.

“Any left?” You stretch, shouldering up as you crane your neck to try and peer into the box.

He glances down, shaking it, and something rattles against the sides. Tilting the box in your direction, he offers up the contents.

A single dark chocolate truffle sits nestled against the foil, alone except for the lingering smudges of cocoa powder on the sides. You make a pleased noise and pluck it up, popping it in your mouth. It’s rich and bitter, and you moan softly as you hold it against your tongue, savoring the indulgence.

It’s that moan that captures Paul’s attention and he shakes the box again, tilting it so he can peer inside, eyebrows knitting together in a frown.

“Wait—that was the last one?”

You glance up and he’s pouting, an adorable little frown on his face as he registers the loss. He turns his sad, puppy dog eyes on you, lower lip jutting out as his eyes drop to your mouth, jealous of both you and the truffle. You’d feel bad, except for the incriminating smudge of cocoa powder at the corner of his lips that betrays just how many he’s already eaten.

Lips twitching against a smirk, you catch the truffle in your teeth, pressing it forward with your tongue to tease a flash of it at him, smiling around candy.

He snorts, pathetic expression melting into something a touch more predatory, his hands sliding down your back to brush over the curve of your ass as he leans up. “Didn’t your mother teach you not to play with your food?”

You close your lips around the truffle again with a giggle, shaking your head, tongue flashing out in a teasing curl to catch the cocoa powder on your lips, his eyes dropping to track the motion. He pinches your ass in retaliation and you let out a muffled yelp, squirming against him.

“Oh ho,” he’s grinning now, empty box falling to the side as he levers up and catches your wrist in one hand, twisting and rolling the two of you until he has you pinned under him, his forearms pressed into the cushions on either side of your head, hands tangled together, thighs straddling your hips. The press of his weight sends a shiver of desire through you, and he’s smirking knowingly as he traps you there.

You arch up in response, laughing around the chocolate, even as you start to chew, twisting underneath him and turning your head side to side to dodge his advances as he ducks low in an attempt to catch your lips with his.

He misses, pressing kisses to your cheeks, your chin, the corners of your mouth instead—whatever he can reach as you continue to laugh soundlessly and wiggle in his hold, letting the last of the truffle melt across your tongue.

“No—no.” He’s chuckling too, eyes sparkling as he catches your face in his hands, fingers catching in your hair, thumbs stroking along your jaw, as he holds you still with a firm but gentle grip that makes your heart beat faster and heat pool low in your belly. “Sharing is caring.”

Your answering snort is cut off as he tilts your face up and ducks down to finally capture your lips with his, the press of his mouth firm and warm. You make a soft sound against him, your hands coming up to grasp his biceps as his tongue swipes across the seam of your lips, first in a tease as he pulls back slightly, then more insistent, pressing forward, coaxing them open so he can lick into your mouth, chasing the lingering richness of the truffle with a low moan.

Groaning, you open up to him, chasing his tongue with your own, hands sliding up his arms and over his shoulders to tangle in the short hairs at the back of his head to scratch at his scalp, making him shiver and rock his hips down against you.

He pulls back slightly, breath quick and shallow, brushing warm across your face as he looks down at you, eyes bright, cheeks slightly pink. You run your nails across his scalp again and rock up against him, smirking as his eyes slip shut and he bites his lip.

“Poor baby, missing out,” you murmur, grinning at his answering snort. “But maybe I can offer you something else for dessert instead?”

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