#barbafanfic

Rafael x Reader. CW: angst, gun violence, death of a loved one. Eventually language & smutty goodness. AU The Good Wife - for background - for those who didn’t watch, all you need to know really is that the amazing Josh Charles played Will Gardner on the Good Wife and he was killed off in season 5 (WAH!) He was a name partner at Lockhart Gardner, and the show was set in Chicago.

You sighed, taking in the empty apartment before you. It seemed so different empty.

“Mrs. Gardner? Anything else?” the burly mover asked interrupting your thoughts. You looked at him blankly before shaking your head, back into reality. “Ms. Y/L/N,” you corrected gently.

“Sorry, ma’am,” the mover apologized, taking note of your ring-less left hand. “Must’ve been a jerk.”

You hummed again, neither agreeing or disagreeing with him before turning to face the empty apartment once more. A breeze entered through the sole window that was open and you shivered. The necklace with your deceased husband’s wedding band felt heavy and you felt the weight of the world on your shoulders.

You dug into your jeans and pulled out the key to the apartment you shared with your husband - correction - dead husband- ‘was there a term for that?’ you wondered. You placed the key on the breakfast bar and shut the door.

“Goodbye Chicago,” you whispered. “Goodbye Will.”

****

About three and a half hours later, you were thrust back into the hum-drum that was JFK International Airport in Jamaica, Queens. ‘Home,’ you thought. Well, it had been for a long time until you decided to go to Northwestern University for undergraduate studies. You settled in Chicago after graduation, working at various agencies before getting your JD at Pritzker. It was after you received your degree that you started at Reddick, Boseman, & Kolstad before meeting the charming Will Gardner while being deposed as opposing counsel on a case you were investigating. Five years later, you two were happily married - both unaware of the tragedy that would befall just months later.

After grabbing your bag from the carousel, you decided to take the commuter rail to the subway, cutting your trip to Manhattan proper by an hour. Observing the outside world passing you from your seat, you felt very much like a tourist rather than a native. Chicago, like New York City, was very much an active city - but the vibe was very much different.

Hopping on the subway headed downtown, you wondered if anything would change. Your heart was heavy, and you recalled the events that occurred just two months prior.

*****

You furrowed your brow at the phone call coming through. It was Diane Lockhart, the co-managing partner of your husband’s firm.

You hit decline surreptitiously as you were in a meeting. The phone buzzed again and again, you saw Diane’s name. You hit decline again, trying to focus your attention back to your meeting. A few minutes later, you saw your assistant through the glass partition and you sighed. You motioned her to come in and you could see she was visibly upset.

“Y/F/N - Diane Lockhart is on the phone.”

“I can’t,” you began but your assistant shook her head.

“You need to take this call. It’s about Will.”

Excusing yourself, you took the call. You felt the floor give way and your wails filled the office.

*****

Blinking back the tears that brimmed your eyes, you focused back to the present. The subway lurched to a stop, and you realized you were at your stop. You bounded up the stairs back to the city before you and headed towards your new apartment on Broome Street.

Your phone buzzed and it was your sister-in-law - former, sister-in-law, you corrected yourself.

[Audrey, 3:44 PM: Landed safely?]

[Y/N, 3:46 PM: Yes. At new place]

[Audrey, 3:47 PM: Okay. Let’s talk soon. I miss you.]

You began to reply, when another text popped up.

[Audrey, 3:48 PM: Did you change your name on Facebook?!]

You groaned, feeling your head begin to pound. Instead of finishing your text, you deleted it and shoved your phone back into your bag.

After meeting with the building owner and getting a tour of your new apartment and its amenities, you decided to head back outside in search of food.

As you continued to walk, you heard the voices of children shrieking and laughing. Seeing that you were at a park, you entered, looking for a change in scenery while you continued hunting for food. You watched some children swing, while others ran around the elaborate jungle gym.

You leaned back against the chain link fence, wistfully watching the pure innocence in front of you.

“Ow! Ow!” A small boy began to wail, and instinctively you rushed over.

“Are you okay?” You questioned kneeling down, giving him a quick once over. “Where are you hurt?”

“My knee,” the boy sobbed. You looked at his knee that had a surface scratch and a goose egg developing.

“You’re okay,” you consoled him. “Just a small scratch. Are you alone? What’s your name?”

Just at that moment, a man clad in a suit jogged up to the two of you. “Noah! Are you okay?”

You looked up at the man in the suit. You stood and threw your hands up, automatically in defense. “Uh, your son fell. He’s okay.”

“Rafa’s not my dad. He’s my uncle,” Noah replied looking up at you with a toothy grin. “I’m fine,” he continued, forgetting about his injured knee. “Can I go back to playing?”

“Oh,” you replied. “Well, I think you gave your uncle quite a scare.”

“He did,” Rafael sighed, pressing the bridge of his nose. “Five more minutes Noah - ten cuidado!”

“I’ll let you get back to him,” you trailed, hitching your purse back onto your shoulder.

“Rafael Barba.”

“I’m sorry?” You replied, facing Rafael.

“My name. Rafael Barba.”

You gave him a small smile and rocked on your heels. “Y/F/N, Y/L/N. Nice to meet you.”

You watched Noah climb the monkey bars with ease. “Sweet kid you’ve got there.”

Rafael smiled. “Thanks. He had a tough start.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you replied, shoving your hands into your pockets.

A quietness fell over the two of you as you watched Noah. You reached for your cellphone again, and your keys clattered on the ground. Rafael picked them up and handed them to you, but not before running his thumb on the keyfob from Lockhart-Gardner.

“Lockhart-Gardner,” he murmured. “Great firm. A shame what happened to that lawyer.”

Your breath hitched. It hadn’t dawned on you that news of the shooting would make it all the way to the east coast. “Uh, yeah,” you replied quietly.

“Are you a lawyer?” Rafael inquired.

“In-house investigator,” you replied. “Or was,” you corrected. “Know anyone hiring?” You continued half joking.

“Actually,” Rafael replied, “I am.”

“Come again?” You asked. “You’re hiring an investigator?”

Rafael fished out his business card and handed it to you. “I am an Assistant District Attorney. I work with the Special Victims Unit, and I am in need of a new legal investigator. Call my office and speak with Carmen, my paralegal.”

“Thanks, will do,” you replied, placing his card in your purse back with your keys. “I better get going.”

Rafael smiled at you and you began to pivot, but you turned back around. “Sorry, do you know a good place to eat around here?”

Rafael’s brows furrowed. “Anything in particular?”

“Anything,” you replied.

“There’s a great sandwich shop two blocks over. Chipilo. Get the Italian sub.”

You nodded. “Thanks again.” You gave him a small wave. “Have a great day.”

Rafael nodded. As you walked away, you heard him call out. “I look forward to hearing from you.”

You looked behind you and gave another small wave before continuing on your way.

Reader & Rafael. Set: During The Undiscovered Country, right up to the trial BUT our homeboy is still the ADA.

CW: Let’s be real. Nothing I write is safe for work. You have been warned! But real talk: sex, language, hurt/angst.

—

You stared at the pregnancy test. It was positive. You put it down on the sink and picked up the second test. Two pink lines. You were pregnant. Your eyes watered. What should have been an extremely happy moment was filled with dread and anxiety.

“Well,” you mumbled. “If your daddy ends up in prison, at least I won’t be alone.”

The knock on the door startled you, causing you to drop the test on the floor. The plastic clattered against the tiled floor.

“Y/N? Are you ready? We have to go. I need to meet Dworkin in 30 minutes,” you heard Rafael state from the other side of the door.

“Uh, just a minute. I will be right out,” you called out. You picked up the fallen test and the one on the counter and threw them in the trash, and covered them with crumpled toilet paper. You flushed and washed your hands before giving yourself a once-over in the mirror. You straightened your black shift dress and exited.

“I’m meeting your mamí outside the courthouse yes?” You asked, walking up to your boyfriend who was tying his tie. He kept messing up and you could hear his patience thinning. You swatted his hands away and helped tie his tie.

“Yes,” Rafael stated looking down at you. You gave him a small smile while finishing the tie and then smoothed it. You could see how nervous he was. Your heart was breaking for him, for your relationship, the future, the unknown.

“This could be the last time together,” he said softly and you tried to not lose it.

“I know,” you replied, your voice cracking. “Te amo.”

Rafael leaned down to kiss you. “Y yo también. Te amo para siempre.”

You broke the kiss and hugged him, taking in his scent. You tried to burn it in your memory.

A few minutes later, the two of you exited the apartment building hand in hand.

—-

You sat in the gallery next to Lucia, her hand clutching yours. Never in your wildest dreams would you have pictured yourself in this scenario. You understood deep down why Rafael did what he did. Subconsciously you placed your other hand on your stomach and rubbed it. Lucia looked over at you and you smiled faintly. “Mi estomago,” you explained. “Estoy nerviosa.”

Lucia nodded. The door opened and the jury walked back in. She clutched your hand tighter.

—-

A sea of relief echoed through the courtroom as the not guilty verdict was read. Rafael shook Dworkin’s hand, thanking him before turning to Olivia who embraced him in a hug.

“¡Gracias a Dios!” Lucia replied, rushing up to hug her son. Rafael smiled wordlessly as he embraced his mother. He introduced his mother to Olivia and let them make small talk before excusing himself. Rafael made his way through the near empty gallery to the last row but he didn’t see you.

“Mami, have you seen Y/N?” Rafael asked, worried.

“She was just there,” Lucia replied, looking around for you. “Oh! She said her stomach was bothering her.”

“I’ll check the bathroom,” Olivia replied.

—

Your stomach recoiled again and you emptied its contents into the porcelain bowl once more.

“Y/N? Is that you?” You heard Olivia’s voice.

“Yes,” you replied meekly, sticking your head outside the door. “Just my nerves are shot. That’s all.”

“Let me help you,” offered Olivia but you shook your head.

“No. I’m fine. Look just tell Rafa that I will meet him home.”

—-

Rafael didn’t come home immediately. You were angry with him. Not because he didn’t come home. Just his actions, the whole ordeal. Again you understood why he did what he did but you couldn’t understand why he didn’t think of how his life, the lives of others would be impacted. It was selfish you knew in the grand scheme of things. But things could have gone terribly today and Rafael could have been awaiting a prison sentence.

You decided to go take a shower. You wanted your dress off and to just sleep. You let the hot water run over you and before you knew it, you had broken down and crumpled onto the floor into a heap and sobbed.

—-

Rafael entered your shared apartment. He placed his suit jacket on a nearby chair.

“Y/N?” he called out your name. He heard a muffled sound and called your name once more before he heard the shower running. “Y/N?” he called out once more, concern growing.

He turned the knob to the bathroom and the door gave no resistance. There you were in the corner of the shower, still sobbing. The water had turned cold and you shivered in between sobs.

“Y/N!” Rafael cried your name out loud before swooping in to turn off the shower, getting himself yet. He grabbed an oversized towel and covered you. He picked you up and you curled instinctively towards him. The sobs wracked your body, and Rafael could feel your hot tears.

Rafael carried you to bed draped the comforter over you, so you wouldn’t be cold while he dried you. “Cariño, talk to me.”

“I hate you Rafael,” you cried.

Rafael froze and gently placed your leg down. “You can’t be serious.”

“Okay, I don’t hate you but I am so angry. I wish I could but I can’t because I love you so damn much,” you replied before breaking down. “I could have lost you today. WE could have lost you.”

“But you didn’t. We had a good jury. Yes I am lucky... wait. Did you say we?” Rafael trailed off.

You sat up, naked, vulnerable. You drew your hands to your abdomen. “I’m pregnant.”

Rafael’s gaze dropped to your where your hands laid. “But you don’t look...”

“I know, I’m very early. Like 3 or 4 weeks,” you replied softly. “I think that’s part of the why I was sick in the courthouse earlier.”

“A baby... wow. Some timing.”

“And you could have ended up in prison!” You shouted bitterly. “And then what? We would have been alone.”

“That’s not true. You would have had my mom, the SVU team, your family.”

“Don’t you get it?” You seethed. “I just want you. And I almost lost you today!”

“But you didn’t,” exclaimed Rafael. “I’m here!”

You stared at him blankly.

“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Actually I spoke to McCoy about work and—“

“Rafael Barba, did you quit your job?! Tell me you didn’t quit your job.”

“I didn’t. But I am taking some time off.

A few weeks. I was thinking we could go somewhere, spend some time just us together.” Rafael cupped your face with one hand and with the other, pushed away the wet strands covering your face.

You shivered. “I’d like that. A lot.” You crawled into Rafael’s lap and nuzzled his neck. Rafael ran his hands down your sides before running them back up. He pulled your chin up, and looked into your eyes.

You sat up and moved closer before kissing him softly. “Make love to me.”

“Por supuesto.” Rafael replied before kissing you. His tongue traced the bottom of your lip, seeking permission to enter. You opened your mouth and your tongues dueled. Rafael pushed you gently down on the bed. “I’m going to take care of you,” he promised.

Rafael stood up and began to remove his clothes. Off came the vest, then the suspenders and shirt, followed by his pants. You watched him under heavy eyes, taking in the view. You hummed in appreciation. Clad just in his boxers, Rafael joined you back in the bed. He pushed you gently onto your back, placing kisses along your clavicle, moving down to your breasts. He ran his tongue over one nipple, alternating sucking and swirling. He grazed his teeth on your nipple, giving it a small nip. You moaned in pleasure, running your hands through his hair. Rafael gave equal treatment to your other breast while a hand reached down to your thighs. His fingers stroked your folds, feeling how wet you were becoming. You parted your legs and Rafael slipped a finger inside you. You moaned as he pumped his finger in and out of you. Another finger joined, then another. You gripped the sheets as Rafael continued his ministrations.

“Fuck, I am going to cum,” you moaned. You grabbed your breasts, tugging on your nipples. Your hips met Rafael’s finger thrusts.

“That’s it,” Rafael encouraged. His thumb rubbed your clit, and you felt your orgasm build and build before spilling over you.

“Oh yes, yes, Rafael!” you cried out, unraveling.

Rafael removed his fingers and before you could protest, his tongue was in between your legs, lapping at your wetness. His tongue traced your folds, before darting in and then back out. He shook his head and you groaned in pleasure.

“You taste like euphoria,” Rafael replied in between licks. He continued to lap you like a cat with a saucer of milk. You pulled at his hair, trying to somehow bring him closer you. His hair tickled your thighs.

Your second orgasm came quickly and you lost yourself to Rafael again. Rafael placed kisses as he made his way back up to you. You kissed him and tasted yourself on him. You reached down to grab him and he swatted your hand away.

“No amor; it’s all about you right now,” Rafael replied. He turned you onto your side, and laid directly behind you. You could feel his cock on your lower back, your back briefly wet from the pre-cum leaking from his cock. Rafael lifted your leg, and raised it and you hooked it around his butt. Rafael propped himself up on his elbow and slowly entered you. You both moaned at the sensation. You rested your head on your forearm while Rafael grabbed onto your thigh and began thrusting into you.

“You feel so good papi,” you mewled in pleasure. “Don’t stop.”

“Never,” Rafael promised in between thrusts. You looked back at him and you kissed each other.

“So tight, so wet. That’s all for me right princesa?”

“All for you,” you groaned, feeling your third orgasm. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Rafael reached down to your sensitive and swollen nub and roughly rubbed you. You shouted Rafael’s name as you came again. Rafael’s thrusts became more erratic and he followed soon after, chanting your name as if it were a prayer. Rafael’s thrusts slowed down until he came to a stop. Rafael reached down to slip himself out and you turned over to face him.

“Mi amor.” He gave you a sad smile. “Perdoname.”

“Ay Rafa, te perdono,” you replied, staring into his green eyes.

¿Qué puedo hacer para compensarte? Rafael asked. “I’ll do anything.” You placed his hands on your stomach.

“Just hold us and never let go.”

Reader. Rafael. Liv learns about the two of you. Rafael handles it poorly. CW: NSFW for sex, language, spanking and some angst.

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Rafael spotted you at your desk, laughing at something Carisi was saying who was sitting on the corner of your desk. He stormed into the squad room, marching straight over to you, slamming a file on your desk.

“Barba? What’s going on?” you asked. You were surprised to see him.

You and Rafael had been fooling around behind closed doors for the past few months. It all started after a celebratory win for the squad. You had too many drinks and Rafael volunteered to take you home since the two of you did not live too far away from each other. You stumbled out of the cab and he caught you before you fell to the ground. As helped you stand, you kissed him. At first Rafael resisted, but there was a heat between you two and Rafael allowed himself to be pulled under.

And since then, it had all been hidden kisses and interludes. In his office. In the break room in the squad room. Your apartment. His apartment. In the courthouse after hours. It had been a hot and heavy four months. You wanted to bring it out to public, but Rafael did not want to just yet. You had a disagreement just the other day about going public right before the two of you were going to go to bed.

{a few days earlier}

“This is my reputation we're talking about, my career.”

“Rafael - Liv herself told me she had dated an ADA. I think he was an ADA for the Bronx!”

“Y/N, I know that you think the rule is crap, but we can't just ignore it at my expense.”

“Oh, will you stop? You’re overreacting.”

“No, I’m not!”

With a huff and an eye roll, you dropped the subject. It was late and you just wanted to go to bed. You turned your back to Rafael and shut the light. You heard Rafael mutter our a string of expletives in Spanish before rolling over and turning off the light on his side.

The next morning the two of you had made up in his shower, your legs wrapped around him, your back against the tile as he rhythmically thrust in and out of you. You cried each other’s names as you each climaxed. You didn’t bring up going public again. But still, the foundation was set.

——-

Rafael pulled out some papers from the red weld he slammed on your desk. “You see this? This is the visitor’s log from Sing-Sing. You went up to see Reynolds by yourself three times in the last month. Undercover. Can you tell me why’d you do that?” he asked angrily.

“I was trying to get a read on him, trying to see if I could find anything more about other possible victims. I knew I met the description of his type.”

“Liv, did you know about this? Carisi?” Rafael asked Sonny and Olivia, who had come out of her office.

“I did but I told her to just get some feelers, not to dig too deep,” began Olivia but Rafael cut her off.

“You know Y/N could have jeopardized the case. Anything he said isn’t admissible!”

“Barba we have a good, strong case,” Olivia replied gently.

“Y/N what were you thinking!” You opened your mouth in protest but Barba continued.

“No. I am tired of bending the rules for SVU. I am tired of the ADA’s office being dragged through the mud. Novak, Cabot... why can’t anything be just done by the books for once?”

There was a pregnant pause. “I want you off the case.”

“Barba that’s not your place,” Olivia warned.

“Excuse me? Who the hell do you think you are?!” You shriek in anger, standing.

“Barba. Y/N. My office, NOW.” Liv demanded.

The two of you entered her office and Liv slammed the door shut and shut the blinds. Standing in front of the two of you, she pointed her finger back and forth.

“So, how long have you two been sleeping together?”

You blanched and Rafael shifted uncomfortably.

“We’re not sleeping together,” you stated shakily.

Liv looked at you deadpanned before rolling her eyes. She shook her head and sat on the edge of her desk. “That wasn’t a colleague dispute. That was a lovers spat. I want the truth.”

Rafael spoke. “Four months.”

Liv let out a quiet “oh.”

“Listen Liv. I can still do my job - I have been doing my job. I was going to tell you,” you began, running your hands on your thighs nervously.

“It’s just sex.” Rafael said quietly. “Nothing more.”

You flipped around in your seat, a look of hurt and dismay on your face. “Excuse me? Just sex?”

Rafael could see the pain on your face and he shifted uncomfortably once more.

You let out an angry chuckle. “You want to walk around here and pretend like we don't mean anything to each other?” You began, tears forming.

“It was just sex. You can choose to act like an adult. You can choose not to pick a fight in front of the entire squad room.”

“Fine. I'll make it easy for you. We don't mean anything to each other, not anymore, 'cause we're done!” You shouted. You swung the door open and saw the entire squad staring at you. Everyone quickly jumped back to what they were doing and you turned to Liv.

“I am talking the rest of the day... call it a mental health day or whatever. I don’t even know if I have enough PTO. Dock me. I don’t care. I am out.”

You marched to your desk, grabbing your jacket and purse and stormed off.

—-

It was now three weeks later. It felt like an eternity. Since then, Rafael called you a number of times. You never answered. You always sent him to voicemail and then deleted them without listening. You were simply too angry. Too humiliated.

There was one instance in which you did text Rafael. To stop calling. “Ya me tienes harta.” (I am sick of you). Something you picked up watching telenovelas one weekend with Rafael,

The calls stopped.

Fortunately no one in the squad room brought your fight up. You knew they were itching to but everyone gave you space. You threw yourself into your work, in an attempt to distract your aching heart.

You testified on Rafael’s case. Despite how angry you were with him, you wouldn’t ever let that hurt your work or his.

The case had adjourned to the next day and you were walking out of the courthouse when you heard Rafael call your name. You kept walking down the steps, ignoring him. You wrapped your red scarf tightly and fixed your white wool bouclé coat.

“Y/N! Y/N!” Rafael jogged up to you.

You turned to face him, not saying a word but offered a small smile. Inwardly you couldn’t help but note how handsome he looked in his tan coat.

“You did great on cross.”

You nodded, shrugging. “I know how important this case was for you.”

“Look, about...” he began.

You put your hand up, stopping him. “It’s fine. It was just sex, right?”

“No. It wasn’t JUST sex. Not with you. I’m sorry.” Pain etched Rafael’s face.

You felt your face get hot, your heart soared but it was still bruised. You looked away.

“I am falling in love with you.”

You looked at him gobsmacked. “What?”

“I am falling in love with you. I want you. All of you.”

“And you're not just gonna roll over and let the DA’s office tell you who you can be with?”

“No.”

The wind blew, and you shivered. Rafael pulled you closer to him, caressing your face with a gloved hand. He lowered his face to yours, kissing you deeply. You let out a soft moan, returning his kiss. Your tongues danced. Rafael wrapped his arms around you completely, holding you tightly against him. You broke the kiss, looking deeply into his eyes searching for anything that would hint that this was anything but the truth.

“You really fucking hurt me Rafael.”

“I know. I am so sorry. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

You nuzzled his cheek. “I know. You can start by getting us a cab out of here.”

—

Rafael’s place was closer than yours. On the car ride over, he called Carmen to block off the rest of the day. You called Carisi, asking him to cover for you.

Entering his apartment, you shed your coat and scarf quickly. Barba followed suit, removing his coat and gloves and then loosening his tie.

“Do you want a drink?” He offered, turning his back to you briefly to pour himself a drink from his bar cart.

“No,” you replied, beginning to unzip your suit dress from the side. You undid your dress, letting it pool around your feet, still encased in nude stilettos. “I want you.”

Rafael took a swig of his drink, gazing upon you. Under your navy dress you wore a matching lace grey bra and panty set, with matching garters.

Rafael’s eyes darkened, if that was even possible. He took a large gulp and swallows his drink in one shot. Putting the glass down, he walked up to you and kissed you. You reached up and ran your hands through his hair, tasting his mouth with yours. Rafael’s hands skimmed your sides, causing you to briefly giggle before cupping and squeezing your cheeks.

“You’re gorgeous Y/N,” Rafael murmured in between kisses. He kissed down your neck, sucking at a pulse point, causing you to moan.

Your hands made their way to his vest, quickly undoing the buttons. Rafael shrugged his vest off. You two resumed kissing, hungrily pawing each other to make up for the last two weeks.

Rafael picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and you squealed. Rafael gave your ass a hard smack in response. He put you on his bed and you sat up, watching him undo his belt, unbuckling and unbuttoning his pants. He made quick to remove his suspenders and dress shirt and undershirt. Now, just in boxers Rafael climbed onto the bed to join you.

You sat on top of Rafael, unclasping your bra. You smirked. “You look good down there counselor.”

“You look good up there detective,” Rafael replied huskily before sitting up and taking a breast into his mouth. You moaned, throwing your head back.

“God damn, you have some amazing tits.” Rafael muttered as he sucked on your flesh.

You gyrated your hips, grinding against his cock. Though Rafael was wearing boxers still and you were still in your panties, he could feel how wet you were becoming and it was driving him mad.

“Let me taste you,” he begged.

“Soon my darling,” you cooed, pushing back him down. You placed kisses on his chest, making your way down to his stomach. You played with the waistband of his boxers with one hand while palming his erection in the other. You reach into the flap of his boxers and gently freed his erection. You spit into your hand and gently stroked him and Rafael threw his head back, moaning.

You began to worship him with your mouth, taking him in deeply. Rafael let out a string of curses in Spanish and ran a hand through your hair. His hips rose and you let him fuck your mouth. You could feel him twitch, the muscles in his thighs stiffening and you came off him with a very wet POP.

“Oh no, no, mi amor,” you smirked. “You’re going to cum in me.”

You could have sworn you heard something guttural emanate from inside him. Rafael sat up and kissed you roughly. “All fours,” he ordered and you quickly obliged. Rafael surprised you, however, by lowering his face to your folds, pushing your panties to the side and licking and sucking you. You squealed in pleasure.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuck,” you moaned. “Don’t stop.”

“Never” breathed Rafael before returning to your center. “I’ve missed this.”

Rafael was relentless in his manipulations, smacking your ass and occasionally adding a finger, and then another.

“You like getting fucked by my hand?” Rafael asked through heavy lidded eyes.

“Yes, oh yes,” you moan. Your legs were shaking, and you collapsed onto your front, so your ass was completely in the air.

“Oh, that’s a sight to see,” moaned Rafael while he sat on his heels, stroking himself. “Just stay like that mi amor.” He stood up and rid himself of his boxers. Reaching into his nightstand, he pulled out a condom and slipped it on.

Giving your butt a squeeze, he leaned over, gently brushing your hair out of your face. “Are you ready?” He placed a chaste kiss on the side of your head.

You nodded your head in affirmation. “Yes, Rafa... fuck me.”

“Your wish is my command princesa,” Rafael replied. He guided himself into you, again pushing your panties to the side and you both moaned at the feeling of him stretching you. He smacked your butt again and began rhythmically thrusting in and out of you.

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

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

“Never,” Rafael grunted, reaching to grab some of your hair. He tugged on your hair and you arched up, your breasts swaying as he continued to fuck you. Rafael reached around and his fingers began circling your clit. It became your undoing and you cried out as your orgasm overcame you. “Rafael! Rafael! Rafa...” you trailed off.

“Fuck, Y/N, cum for me.” Rafael encouraged, his thrusting becoming faster. Soon after Rafael stiffened, emptying himself inside you, while chanting your name as if it were some kind of prayer. He hunched over your back, placing kisses on your shoulder.

“Oh Y/N, that was incredible,” Rafael complimented. “You are incredible.”

You reached down and gently removed Rafael from inside you and you flopped onto your back. Rafael followed suit, pulling you close to him.

“These last few weeks without you were so hard,” you commented, tears brimming your eyes again.

“No llores, cariño. Me tienes para siempre.” Rafael whispered. (Don’t cry sweetheart. You have me always).

You smiled at Rafael. “So we go public?” you ask again for good measure. Rafael chuckled.