#Rafael Barba au fanfic

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Reel Temptation

Rafael Barba x f!reader. P*rn star! Barba AU.

WC: 2.6K

Summary: It’s the Golden Age of P*rn, circa 1970s. Reader accompanies roommate to a casting call for an adult film. Little does she know that her life is about to change when she meets the male lead.

NSFW for language, talk about sex work and adult films, smoking (cigarettes and recreational drug use).

AN: s/o to @beccabarba for being my soundboard and never wavering encouragement.

AN2: sex work is work. Sex work will always exist - we need to make it safer for sex workers to do their jobs. Continued criminalization of sex work and sex workers is a form of violence by governments and contributes to the high level of stigma and discrimination.

AN3: this is a repost of part one as Tumblr decided it was too explicit & hid it from public view.

The apartment in California was a relic of the 1970s, steeped in the bold, eclectic charm of the era. Low-slung, avocado-green sofas sprawled across the shag-carpeted living room, beneath the warm glow of a globe-shaped chandelier. Wood-paneled walls held abstract prints, while hanging plants in macramé holders swayed gently by the sliding glass doors. In the kitchen, harvest gold appliances hummed quietly, surrounded by dark wood cabinets and a linoleum floor with a dizzying geometric pattern. The bedroom, with its velvet curtains and paisley bedspread, whispered of cozy nights in a space reflecting the free spirited culture of the time.

“Come on!”

A pillow landed on your head. You groaned as you rolled over, facing your roommate, Sadie who was in process of flicking her hair into wings. “I don’t want to go. Three’s Company’s on and this is the episode where there is some kind of understanding.”

“So you’ve already seen it then. Please,” Sadie begged. “You can read lines with me.”

You sat up further and sat with your legs crossed. “Since when do pornos have a plot line?” you sneered.

“It’s not porn - it’s really classy. It’s legit,” your roommate continued. She turned from the vanity to look at you. “Please.”

You let out an irritated sigh as you rolled your eyes. “Fine, fine, fine,” you grumbled. “Where’s this place anyway?”

“In the Valley.”

You stretched your arms as you stood, your shirt lifting exposing your midriff as you did so. “You’re paying for the gas. And any snacks.”

***

The casting office was small and seedy, reeking of smoke and something else. There was a line of women of all shapes and sizes waiting to be called. There’s a desk where an older, bald man is flipping through photos. It’s hot and sticky, the humidity suffocating despite a ceiling fan and standing fan going off on high.

There’s another room adjacent and in there, another man stands a few paces back, fiddling with the view-finder on a film camera. You sit on a peeling linoleum chair next to Sadie as you peruse the so-called script.

“Sadie, are you sure about this?”

Sadie chewed on her bottom lip, thinking. She nodded after a bit. “Yes, totally sure.” The tone in her voice however, led you to believe she was maybe trying to convince herself.

“Look, we can just go,” you whispered. “No one’s gonna give a shit. Or notice for that matter.”

You stood and faced her, outstretching your arm. “Come on, you don’t even have to pay me for the gas.”

A man’s voice filled the room and you heard the gaggle of ladies giggle and swoon. When you turned around, your breath hitched.

“That’s him - that’s my co-star…,” Sadie replied, a large grin on her face. “Hopefully!”

“That’s your … who is he?” you questioned, dropping your arm as you drank him in. Dark hair, thick sideburns, and a full, bushy - but well groomed- mustache. He wore a collared shirt with a bold pattern and fitted flare jeans. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, revealing a dark chest hair.

His overall appearance exuded confidence and a laid-back charm, embodying the free-spirited, adventurous spirit of the time.

He’s painfully handsome, good-looking in a way that disarms you, making you feel giddy, like a child waiting to meet Santa. He’s so handsome it is almost burning, as if you cannot look at him full on.

“His name is Rafael Barba, but on screen he goes by ‘The Judge.’

You whipped your head to the other voice, this time female and not Sadie’s.

This woman was tall and drop dead gorgeous with high cheekbones and chestnut hair. “Names Olivia. I help book the girls.”

Her gaze fell on you and Sadie and you had a feeling that she was mentally adding you both up.

“First timer?”

Olivia’s sharp gaze landed on you and you shook your head. “Not me. Her.” You jutted your thumb at Sadie.

Olivia narrowed her eyes. “Maybe,” she murmured to herself, dropping her gaze. She looked up at you once more. “Let me go speak to The Judge.”

Sadie squealed. “Oh my God, it’s happening!” She bounced in place.

You rolled your eyes and watched Olivia go over to “The Judge,” who was flirting with the gaggles of women. She tapped his shoulder and then whispered something in his ear. He gave a curt nod, before following her. The Judge is even more handsome up close and his body is thick, in a functionally fit kind of way. The way you knew the weight of him would feel oh so fucking good on top of you, crushing you. A jolt of pleasure coursed through you and as you felt your cheeks heat, but you chalked it up to the heat.

The Judge stroked his chin as was now his turn to assess. He turned to Olivia and pointed to you, whispering in hushed tones. Olivia nodded in response, and you’re only able to make out an ‘I agree.’

The Judge stalked off and Olivia turned around to face the line of still-swooning women. “Casting is over. We’ve got our girl. Come back tomorrow.”

The group of women begin to groan and complain about wasted time and it not being fair as they dispersed. Olivia made her way back to you and Sadie.

“So here’s the deal,” she began and pointed at you. “I know you’re not here for this, but The Judge wants you.”

“Me?” you exclaimed at the same time Sadie replied incredulously, “Her?”

“No no, you made a mistake. I have no interest…” your voice dies off as Olivia narrowed her eyes once more on you.

“He wants you. And he’s willing to double the pay at his cost.”

You shake your head incredulously. “This cannot be happening.”

“Wait, what about me?” Sadie chimed in.

“I didn’t forget about you sweetheart. You’ll be our fluff girl.”

“Fluff girl?” You questioned, puzzled.

“Basically your girl will give a handy or blow to keep his cock up on set. After setting up the desired angle, the director usually requests the actors to hold position, which can be a bit… deflating. The fluff makes sure the actors are fully inflated for the shot.”

“And how much does that pay?” Sadie questioned, her tone disappointed. The pay is a quarter of the original pay. Sadie huffed. “What if I don’t want to?”

“Then the door is right there,” Olivia replied sharply. She turned to you. “What do you think? You in?”

Your brain is swirling and your cunt is throbbing at the idea of being fucked by The Judge. Before you can allow for rationality to seep in, you nod. ��No way, no thank you.”

Olivia cocked her head. “Shame. He thought you had it in you.”

“Me?” You squeaked. “It’s just that I— I’ve never—”

“We get it all the time. The good girls who wouldn’t ever dare, the ones who clutch their pearls. It’s just fucking. It’s not that serious. You’re telling me you’ve never fucked before?”

You shook your head. “Of course I have.”

“Okay, so how is this any different? In fact, it’s better. You get paid.”

Olivia switched her gaze from you to Sadie. She gave her a once over again. “You know what, I could use you for another film. I’ve got this other guy, Sonny - real nice on the eyes. Think you’d be perfect. What do you think? I’ll pay you to fluff and for a movie?”

Sadie brightened. “Yeah, perfect.”

Olivia grinned. “I’ll put you up at the motor lodge nearby. Be here tomorrow at noon.” She turned to you again. “What about you sweetheart? Am I wasting my time? Are you telling me that I have to call all of those women back?”

You sucked in air between your teeth and thought about how fucking sexy The Judge was. And so you decided there and then with what was in between your legs, than what was in between your ears.

“I’m in.”

***

You arrived the next afternoon with Sadie. Another assistant - a blonde woman named Amanda - was having you sign off various consent forms.

“Do you have any limits? The Judge wants to know.”

“Limits?” You questioned. “What do you—“

“Jesus Christ,” Amanda replied exasperated. “Olivia told me that you had sex before. Was that a lie?”

“No!” You replied sharply. Amanda raised a brow and you lowered your voice. “Never had any complaints from my boyfriends.”

Amanda smirked. “Limits are shit that you don’t want to do. For instance, anal, golden showers - being pissed on,” she clarified when she saw the confused look on your face. “So if you don’t want to do something, then you let us know.

You cocked a brow. “Um, I guess anything involving piss. And shit, if that’s a thing too.”

Amanda laughed before she lit a cigarette. “Believe me, there are lots of fucked up people out there who like to do all sorts of fucked up stuff - shit included. So you’re good with butt stuff?”

You nodded. “I haven’t done it much, but yeah. I’m good for it.”

Amanda gave you a lascivious, devious grin. “Perfect.”

***

You were shown to your changing room and told to get in a robe. Some test shots were needed to make sure lighting was good. There was another handsome man, with dark hair and dark eyes. He was behind the camera, adjusting the viewfinder.

“Hey,” you reply quietly. The man lifted his gaze and looked over at you. A shit-eating grin spread on his face.

“Hey princess. I’m Nick, I’m the videographer.” He snapped the gum he was chewing. “When you’re ready, just stand in front of the screen and undo your robe, just the top.”

You swallowed nervously, your heart hammering in your chest. “Okay.” You did as he said, your nipples instantly hardening due to the air.

Nick let out a whistle and nodded. “Those are some real nice tits. Real pretty.”

You blushed, feeling your cheeks heat. “Thanks.”

Before long you were doing a full nude shot. Mid-one shot where you where on all fours, looking back at the camera, Olivia walked in. She nodded. “Looking good honey. Got your friend Sadie already in a scene with Sonny. And The Judge is mid-scene.”

You blinked. “Really? Could I watch? Just to get a better idea of what it’ll be like for me?”

Nick snapped his gum and let out a little grunt. Olivia narrowed her eyes. “Nick, you’ve got enough shots, I am sure. Give her a break, she’s a newbie.”

Nick rolled his eyes. You donned your robe back on. Nick walked over your way and jutted his head. “Come on, I’ll take you.”

You followed Nick down a few hallways and soon enough, your ears picked up the sounds of someone clearly getting fucked. The room was small and tight, the crew basically taking up the entirety of the space. You squeezed your way in, the air thick with the scent of sex, lube and sweat. You watched the scene before you completely transfixed and enraptured. There before you was The Judge fucking some woman on a couch. Her legs were in the air as he gripped them tightly, fucking her without abandon.

You felt yourself grow wet as The Judge railed this woman thoroughly, dragging his cock through her slick pussy, over and over.

“Such a good slut, taking my cock so well,” The Judge grunted.

The woman wailed as she came, her tits bouncing in tandem with the pace of being fucked.

“Gonna come,” The Judge grunted. He slid his cock out and your pussy clenched in response. His cock was big and thick, an angry shade of red- almost purple, covered in the woman’s slick ready to bust. ‘Jesus Christ,’ you thought. ‘How am I going to fit that in me?’

He stroked himself over her stomach and then came with a long, low, almost guttural groan. The white ropes of his release coat her stomach, catching the obnoxious overhead lighting.

“Cut!”

The director’s voice snapped you out of your reverie.

The woman sat up and stood, before grabbing a robe to slip on, leaving it hanging open. She leaned over to grab a towel to wipe herself. The Judge slipped on his pants, foregoing underwear. He looked up and met your gaze.

"You think you can keep up, sunshine?"

You read the surprise in his eyes as you replied. "I can take anything you dish out, bub."

The Judge smirked. “Rafael Barba.” He extended his hand and you shook it in response. You relayed your name and he repeated it slowly, as if savoring it. And the way he said it was just delicious.

“Liv told me you have never done this before.”

You furrowed your brows. “Sex or porn?”

Rafael laughed and he reached into his back pocket to pull out a pack of Marlboros. He offered you one and you took it. He slid a lighter from his front pocket and flicked it open and offered it out. You take a step closer, leaning forward to dip the tip of your cigarette into the flame. It ignited and you step back, smoke mingling in the air.

“Porn. If you had been a virgin, I would be fucking your friend and not you in about an hour.”

You nodded before taking a drag. “Nope, definitely not a virgin. You blew out smoke before you continued, “So what is our scene or whatever?”

“Liv didn’t tell you?” Rafael seemed amused. “We have a whole courtroom set up. You’re gonna be the lawyer who gets called into chambers.”

Your eyes widened a little. “Oh.”

“I figure we’ll start with some oral, both of us and the I’ll fuck you from behind over the desk. I’ll finish on your ass. That work?”

You ran through it in your mind. “What about if I lay on my back on the desk and you can finish on my tits?”

Rafael ran a finger through his mustache as he eyed you. His voice was low and dark as he replied. “Yeah, that’d work sunshine. I’ll take the lead.” He was still shirtless and you eyed him appreciatively.

Rafael lifted your chin with his finger and your eyes met his. “Seriously. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” He winked and you flushed in response, already sensing the charge in the air.

Rafael eyed your robe, not completely undone but a little loose. He traced a finger over the trim by the opening. “Do you mind if I get a peek?”

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, suddenly feeling vulnerable. Part of you was excited, thrilled by the risquéness of it all. The other part was that he was a stranger - the men who had seen you naked were boyfriends who awkwardly groped you in the backseat of cars or movie theaters.

You swallowed and nodded before undoing your robe, letting it fall to your lower back. You felt hot as Rafael immediately licked his lips. “Fuck, those are some pretty tits.”

You felt yourself blush in response.

“May I?” Rafael asked and it took you a second to realize that he meant if he could touch you. You nodded.

His hands were large, with long dexterous fingers, well manicured and patterned with veins. You watched his hand flex and you knew instantly, every movement intentional. Patterned with veins, well manicured, with unexpected strength. His skin was warm and soft. Rafael’s touch began rather innocently, along your arm up to along your shoulder. He then brought it down your clavicle to your sternum. He cupped one breast with his hand, feeling the weight of it against his palm. When his finger brushed your nipple, a bolt of pleasure shot down to your core. You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

“Mmmm, so responsive,” Rafael said, his voice dark and low. “We really are going to have a lot of fun,” Rafael replied once more as he took a drag of his smoke.

TBC.

AN4: Lmk if you want to be tagged when I post part two!

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Update: Finally Forsaken - SVU Fan Fic

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Fandom: SVU/CI/Chicago PD Ships: Goren/Benson, Carisi/ OFC/ OMC Status: WIP  Rating: Explicit Warnings: Violence, Non-Con Summary: The final work in the Trials and Tribulations Series. After all he has been through: the abduction, getting rescued years later, being committed to a mental institution, and having to fight to be reinstated as a detective, Robert Goren has reached the events that will carve out his final destiny or his doom.

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I'm as surprised as anyone. Apparently, this story wants to be finished and it needs to be.

[narvaldetierra]

El disco de tu corazón

This is the College AU for the #BarsonBingoAugust2021 created by @simpforbarba

Warnings: smut Words: 2554 Disclaimer: English is not my first language. A/N: This story is somehow part of the same universe of the AU as kids story, and it was inspired by a song called Perfecta, by Miranda!

Campus lights turned on automatically when it got dark. The university radio station was playing through the loudspeakers, the show at the time was announced as “best songs of the year”. As it was a radio station run by students and played music 24/7, the announcers of each show rotated. That day, it was the turn for Rafael Barba to run the show. With grace, he developed as the announcer, and one by one he presented the songs. They had a ranking that changed each Saturday by the votes of the students during the week.

In one of the female dorms, the radio had been playing since the show has begun and they were still listening. The door opened at the same time that Rafael announced the song number 32 of the ranking:

Won't you come see about me? I'll be alone dancing you know it baby Tell me your troubles and doubts Giving me everything inside and out and...

Olivia, wrapped in a towel, and with her hair wrapped in another one, got in the room. She was getting ready for a party. She danced across the room, humming the song, as she had done all afternoon with all her favorite songs. She reached into her closet repeatedly, took severals hangers with different outfits, and in front of the mirror, she tried each one. Finally, she chose a black top, with a red, puffy, v-neck sweater, whose wide sleeves ended at her elbows, with tight black pants and short red boots.

Slow change may pull us apart When the light gets into your heart, baby Don't you, forget about me Don't, don't, don't, don't

“Don't you... forget about me,” Olivia sang before the mirror, while she was doing her hair. When she got to a result that she liked, she put the brush aside. She didn’t use to wear too much makeup, but for a night party, it was worth it. She put some color on her lips, some eyeshadow on her eyelids, and some mascara on her lashes. The song ended and Rafael talked about it for a few minutes before he announced the next song that was already playing.

The power of love is a curious thing Make a one man weep, make another man sing Change a hawk to a little white dove More than a feeling that's the power of love

Just when she finished with a little perfume on her neck, someone knocked at the door. She opened only to meet Rafael himself, her lifelong friend. They had grown up together at the same building, their apartments only two floors off distance. Inseparable friends at school, they had been there for each other when they had needed it. They thought their friendship would turn into something long-distance when they finished school, but by those twists of fate, they had ended up with the same college options.

“Rafa!” she exclaimed surprised, “What are you doing here? I thought you were on the radio… I just listened to you talking in there.”

“Let's just say that I got paid a favor” he replied and shrugged with a mischievous laugh on his lips “It’s a prerecorded show, no one will notice. Are you ready for that party?”

First time you feel it, it might make you sad Next time you feel it, it might make you mad But you'll be glad baby when you've found That's the power makes the world go'round

It was a crowded party, people made groups outside and inside of the fraternity, occupying each space enabled. Some were dancing, some were just talking to each other, there were some that had taken a beer keg, hoarding it, and there were those who served shots for anyone who wanted to test their resistance. The party was to celebrate the end of the exam period, now they were free until the next semester and they were ready to drink and enjoy the night.

They started with a beer pong game, in which they were a team as always. They showed right away that it was their specialty and one by one, they defeated their opponents. They had to drink now and then but they celebrated every victory. When there were no more challengers, they moved on to a new game.

We're talking away I don't know what I'm to say I'll say it anyway Today is another day to find you Shying away

After a few shots, they were seated on the ground, playing suck and blow cards. Olivia watched the rest of the players carefully, and then she got the perfect technique to take the card when it was her time to suck. However, she still didn't handle very well the technique to deliver it by blowing it. The first time she was ok, the second she almost lost the card and by the third time, the card fell, resulting in a kiss with Rafael.

Everyone laughed about it, including both of them, after all that was the point of the game, right? However, beneath all the jokes and laughter, lay a truth reflected in Olivia's eyes. She would never say it out loud because Rafa was her lifelong friend and she wouldn’t dare to lose him for such a foolish thing, but for a while, she had realized that what she felt about him was much more than a friendship. It had taken her a while to acknowledge what she felt, then she tried to know if there was a chance that he felt the same, making some hints as jokes. As he never said anything about it besides the jokes, Olivia had decided that she won't do anything about it. She'd rather be his friend, than not have any relationship with him.

But that kiss made her feel something very deeply.

You're all the things I've got to remember You're shying away I'll be coming for you anyway

When the clock struck 1:30 am, Olivia went outside the fraternity, needing some air. She had always been very careful when consuming alcoholic drinks at parties or wherever. She had grown up watching her mother drunk and she had dealt with her hangovers, so she had promised herself to never get that drunk. That night she was one or two drinks over her self imposed limit. She was dizzy and happier than usual, so she needed some fresh air to clear her mind, and a wall behind her to make sure that the floor wasn’t moving.

Rafael went out of the fraternity with some friends. They were smoking and he made some smoke rings that he blew to demonstrate his ability to his friends. After a few minutes, he noticed that Olivia was out there too, and their gazes meet. He invited her to join them with a nod of the head and she approached after making sure that the floor wasn’t moving anymore. She turned down the cigarette they offered her, and she participated with enthusiasm in the conversation they were having.

I gotta take a little time A little time to think things over I better read between the lines In case I need it when I'm older

By 3:30 am they had already left the party. The night was warm and quiet. The crickets hidden among the plants were the only thing they could hear, besides the music, and the dew had already moistened the grass. Rafael and Olivia walked in no hurry to arrive at the dorms. Always enjoyed each other's company and the topics of conversation never seemed to run out when they were together.

With the boots in her hands and barefoot, Olivia walked balancing on the curb. After a long way, she lost her balance and fell over Rafael, who stumbled a few steps, but he didn’t fell.

“It seems that someone can't keep their balance,” he said between laughs, holding her in his arms.

“Hey! That wasn’t that bad. Why don't you show me how you do it?” she replied, she pouted and nudged him.

“Ok then, I’ll show you how this is done by someone who can take two steps without falling,” he joked.

After a couple of steps on the curb, Rafael also lost his balance and fell over Olivia, who didn’t have the same strength as him to hold it and they both fell to the ground.

I'm gonna take a little time A little time to look around me I've got nowhere left to hide It looks like love has finally found me

“What were you saying? What was that about ‘someone who can take two steps without falling?” She mocked him.

“I have done better than you!”

“No, you don’t! Balance is not your thing” she said laughing and sat on the ground.

“Oh, yeah?” Before she could stand up, Rafael held her in his arms and tickled her. Olivia laughed right away, squirming in his arms. The advantage of knowing each other for so long was that he knew all her weak points.

“No, no… Rafa!” she exclaimed between laughs. They both rolled across the grass until she could escape from his arms. “I'll get revenge.” She sat out of breath and with her back against a bush.

“Really? And how do you plan to do it?” He challenged her.

“I’m not sure, I’ll find a way.” Olivia narrowed her eyes planning her revenge. She stared at him with her arms crossed against her chest, which could be intimidating if not because, a moment later, she was laughing again in Rafael's arms. Somehow she got free and when she turned around to face him, their lips met in a kiss.

I was beat incomplete I'd been had, I was sad and blue But you made me feel Yeah, you made me feel Shiny and new.

As they parted from the kiss, their gazes met. For an instant everything was too real, everything intensified around them: the noise of crickets, the grass under them, the music in the distance that kept playing. None of them moved, no even an inch, fearing that anything could fade the moment. But it didn’t. They kissed again. Olivia rolled over him to kiss him as she had dreamed of for a long time.

Rafael sat with Olivia on his lap. He reached out to kiss her neck and she threw her head back to make room for him. She ran her fingers over his shoulders and took off his shirt, then she took off her sweater. He took off his t-shirt and she took off her top, remaining only with her bra. They took a moment to observe each other, admiring the curves that they had longed to contemplate and caress with their hands. Olivia wondered if it was a product of alcohol and if what they were doing was correct, she knew there was no turning back if they finished all. She didn't know what that could mean for their friendship and was scared about it, but any trace of logical thinking was banished when Rafael kissed her neck again, and this time he went down kissing her chest and gentle nibbles on her skin.

They felt like teenagers, exploring their bodies for the first time. But they weren’t beginners, they had enough experience to give each other lots of pleasure. Rafael put his hand inside Olivia's pants, and with one finger he played with her clit. Before long her wetness was something he just couldn't ignore then he introduced a finger inside of her. Feeling more and more aroused, Olivia sought his lips to kiss him, in a poor attempt to stifle a groan. She moaned anyway a few minutes later. The first one of many that night.

Like a virgin Touched for the very first time Like a virgin When your heart beats Next to mine.

One by one they took off their clothes until they were totally exposed in front of each other. From instant to instant, he was inside of her. He was laying down with his back over the grass, she was on top of him, sitting with her legs kneeling on either side of his body. When Rafael tried to move and speed up, it was time for her little revenge. Olivia held him by the shoulders, making him stay against the ground. She moved her hips in a steady and slow motion, very slowly. With a sly smile, she stared at him without losing eye contact at any time. He licked his lips feeling how the heat increased, accumulating in his core.

“Ok, ok… you had your revenge,” he said after a couple of minutes, feeling like he couldn't keep like that any longer. With his right hand, he caressed her breast, while his left hand caressed her waist “Could you...?”

Olivia bit her lower lip in satisfaction at the sight he gave her back. Then she speeded up her hips movement. Waves of pleasure invaded their bodies with each movement. He ran his hands over her body, caressing every inch of skin that he could. As she rode him, he played with her clit, caressing it until she closed her eyes ecstatic with pleasure. He heard her moan, groan his name and beg him. He felt her shake and surrender to him completely. He drove her beyond orgasm and when they finished, they fell exhausted side by side.

Me and you and you and me No matter how they toss the dice, it had to be The only one for me is you, and you for me So happy together

The sun had not yet appeared, but the sky was beginning to get clear. They had dozed cuddled behind the shrub. Olivia rested on Rafael's chest, with his shirt on but unbuttoned. She opened her eyes, aware of what had happened and where they were. She knew they had to leave before sunrise, otherwise, they'd find lots of morning runners. With her left hand, she caressed his chest, running her fingers gently over his skin.

“Rafa… hey, Rafa. Wake up.”

“Five more minutes...” he replied with his eyes still closed.

“It’s dawning, we have to get up.”

It took her a few more minutes to wake him, he was a very heavy sleeper. They sat on the grass and Olivia straightened her hair. She sought to cover herself as much as possible with his shirt until she got her pants on. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it all last night, but it was the custom.

“Hey… About last night… ” he said and scratched the back of his neck.

She looked at him expectantly. She was afraid that he had some regrets, that he blamed the alcohol or maybe said it was a mistake, but after a while, she just knew by his face that he didn’t regret it. She smiled and took his hand, and intertwined their fingers.

“It is a gift to love your best friend.”

Then he smiled in relief, stood in front of her, put a hand over her waist and the other over the back of her neck and then he kissed her. Then they kept walking.

I can't see me lovin' nobody but you For all my life When you're with me, baby the skies'll be blue For all my life

[jeonghanscheekboness]

Rafael Barba Headcannons that i have

-he and Rita are still good friends and get coffee together often.

-one time in college he got blackout drunk, made out with a drag queen, and danced on a pool table. Rita still teases him about it.

-he slept with a teddy bear until he was 24

-his first car was a ‘78 Ford Bronco, which he totaled in a ditch 5 months later.

-The only people who he let’s call him ‘Rafa’ are his mom, Liv, and Noah and Sonny

-he is atheist

-he has a regimented skincare routine

-he’s entertained the idea of getting lip fillers but ultimately decided it would be a frivolously vain investment (Rita told him it was a waste of money)

-His favorite drag queen is Katya Zamolochikova

-he organizes his ties in rainbow order

-he had his first kiss (and subsequently first boyfriend) in 9th grade. His name was Joseph.

-In 2005, he attended a halloween party dressed as Britney Spears in the Baby One More Time outfit.

-his favorite movie is Heathers and he’s watched it 16 times.

-he’s been slightly drunk in court more times than he’d care to admit.

-for the last 5 months, he’s been shaving with just a razor head because he keeps forgetting to buy a new handle for his shaving razor.

-he hates strong cologne and gets a headache from the smell.

-he loves being Noah’s metaphorical Uncle, but would never want kids of his own.

-The only thing left on his bucket list that he hasn’t done is ‘become the most hated man in America, for funsies.’

[zoeykaytesmom]

What is Life? (Chapter 6)

Slight smut followed by heartbreak 

@lyssa1385​ @esparza-army​ @sweetsummertime99​ @gibbs274​ @tropes-and-tales​ @jramirezblogs​ @barbafan69​ @xemopeachx​

Graduation had come in 1993. Rafael was preparing to head to Harvard, Izzy was preparing for her big move to California, Erin was going to college in Chicago close to her Uncle Hank and Aunt Camille. Tony was ready for his move to Brown.

Right after graduation, Yelina told Rafael they needed to take some time apart. He was heartbroken, naturally. Izzy felt horrible for him. He had wanted her for 6 years and when he finally got her, he was on cloud nine for most of their Senior year.

“Hey.”

“Hey, Rafa,” she smiled as he knocked on her bedroom door the day before she was leaving for California. She was still packing a few things to be shipped to her.

“You need any help?”

“I think I have packed most of everything I want to take with me. There’s still a few CDs, tapes, and movies I’m going through.”

“Of course, you’d take all of your Billy Joel, Queen, Elton John, Duran Duran, and Huey Lewis,” he chuckled as he looked in the box.

“Well, duh.”

“What about your crown from when you were our winter formal queen Sophomore year?” He said as she put the tiara on his head.

“Don’t stretch it out with your big head.”

“My head is of normal proportion, thank you,” he laughed as he handed it to her.

“I think I’ll leave it here,” she responded as she set on her corkboard above her desk.

“What about this Peabo Bryson CD?”

“Eh, it can stay here.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t go with your parents to take Tony to Brown.”

“They wanted me to finish packing since my flight leaves tomorrow and my stuff, including my car, is being shipped the day after tomorrow. When do you leave for Cambridge?”

“Next week. Erin’s already gone to Chicago?”

“She left yesterday. She’s staying with her aunt and uncle so she needed to get settled.”

“What are you two going to do without each other?”

“I have no idea,” she laughed.

Rafael loaded a couple of more CD’s into Izzy’s stereo as he helped her continue packing.

Peabo Bryson and Kenny G’s 1993 hit “By the Time This Night is Over” started playing on her CD player eventually.

He took her hand and started dancing with her in the middle of all the boxes.

“Rafa…”

His thumb brushed her lips gently before he leaned in and kissed her. It had been over a year since they shared their first kiss but there was something different about this one. There seemed to be more passion on both ends.

It got even stronger and deeper as he backed her to her bed.

They continued making out, his hand slowly going up the gray “Color Day” shirt she was wearing and she didn’t stop him as he cupped her breast. He pushed her bra down just enough to flick her nipple gently. He was sending so many sensations through her body with his tongue in her mouth and his hand on her breast, she didn’t know what to think.

They kept going further as she palmed his erection on the outside of his khaki shorts. He was huge beyond belief. He quietly moaned as she continued petting him, getting harder, almost able to wrap her hand around his erection.

She took his Green Day t-shirt off and threw it in her floor, his gold crucifix swinging back and forth.

He took off her shirt, unknowingly throwing it on top of his. She started to unbutton and unzip his shorts as he undid her bra. He lightly flicked her nipples with his tongue, causing her to moan louder than she already had been.

He slipped off the cotton shorts she was wearing, he rubbed the outside of the panties she was wearing to find she was already soaked.

Soon they were both naked, his huge erection making her nervous.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked as he kissed her neck.

“N-no. Do you…do you have anything?”

“Yeah,” he whispered before reaching down into his shorts to get the condom from his wallet. “Are you sure about this?”

“Are you?”

“Absolutely,” he told her as he nibbled on her earlobe.

He rolled the condom onto him before he began to enter her. It hurt at first, but first times were supposed to hurt she told herself. He pushed in a little further at a time until the pained look left her face and she seemed more relaxed.

He started moving slowly in and out of her as they lost their virginities to each other that day in her bedroom. He buried his face in her neck as he picked up his movements. “I love you,” he whispered as he kept going.

She didn’t know how to respond so she just grabbed his face and kissed him while they continued.

She felt something weird happening to her body, nothing she had ever felt from masturbation.

“God, Rafa…” she moaned.

He felt her tighten around his cock and soon, with a few moans, released his own orgasm into the condom he was wearing.

After he discarded the condom, he just held her. She sort of fidgeted with the crucifix as they laid in each other’s arms on her bed. She knew her parents wouldn’t be home for another 7 hours at least and they ended up just falling asleep holding each other, without a word.

Once their nap was over, Rafael got dressed and decided he needed to go home.

Izzy walked him downstairs and decided that even if he did just say those words in the moment, she was going to be honest with him.

They got to the front door and she pulled him in for a hug. “I will always love you, Rafa,” she whispered as he squeezed her even tighter.

Both of them had tears in their eyes when they pulled apart. “I want a letter as soon as you get settled,” he told her as he wiped his eyes.

“Of course.”

“I’m gonna miss you…so much.”

“I’ll miss you, too. I’ll be home for Thanksgiving.”

“Me too. Give them hell at USC.”

“You do the same at Harvard.”

He smiled and then he kissed her again before he left.

****

“All of the rest of your stuff will be here in a couple of days,” Anthony told his daughter once they got to her dorm room.

“I know, Dad.”

“You have your credit card but don’t abuse it.”

“I won’t.”

“Make sure you let Erin know you made safely,” Stella laughed.

“I will. What are you guys gonna do?”

“We are gonna explore LA a little bit. Both of our kids our in college so, we’re gonna enjoy a little alone time.”

“Ew, Ma.”

“Get your mind out of the gutter. What’s wrong?” Stella asked as she noticed tears in her daughter’s eyes.

“Nothing,” she shook her head.

“Hey, you’re gonna do fine here. Thanksgiving will be here before you know it.”

“You’re right.”

“Then you can see Erin and Rafael.”

“Rafael and I…”

“You didn’t pick up all your trash yesterday,” Stella whispered as Anthony was hooking up the computer he had bought for his daughter.

“Ma…”

“As long as you two were safe,” she told her as she raised her hand. “You’re almost 19. Are you two finally…”

“No. I don’t how to describe it. It was the perfect good-bye,” she said as she wiped her eyes.

“I think it was more.”

“What are you two talking about over there?”

“Just telling our daughter that she’s going to do fine here,” Stella fibbed with a small smile.

“Your mom’s right, princess. Well, I think that’s everything for now. We have to check in the Beverly Hills Hotel soon, Stells.”

“Beverly Hills, huh?”

“I don’t have to pay to send my kids to college so I’m going to spoil my wife a little,” Anthony told his daughter, who just laughed. “Now, if you need anything, I don’t care what time of night it is in New York, pick up the phone.”

“Okay.”

They told her they loved her as they hugged her.

“Okay, you two. Go have fun. I need to unpack and my roommate should be showing up anytime.”

“Okay. Remember what I said. I don’t care what time it is.”

“Got it, Dad.”

They finally left and Izzy started unpacking her things. She was going through one of the few small boxes she had brought and found a picture she didn’t remember packing. It was from the freshman dance. Rafael in his suit, her in her dress. He must’ve slipped it in there when she went to get them a soda. Tears filled her eyes as she smiled while she put it on the corkboard.

“Whew! I never thought I was going to get here,” a dark haired girl with a southern accent said as she came in and dropped her suitcases.

“You must be my roommate.”

“Hi, Krystal Williams, Ft. Worth, TX.”

“Izzy Rossetti, Brooklyn, NY.”

“Ooh, New York. You live there all your life?”

“Born and raised. You?”

“Same. Never left D/FW. I worked at Six Flags Over Texas during high school, which is located in Arlington but that was a whole 30 minutes from my house. Graduated from Catholic school.”

“So, did I. I hope you don’t mind I took the bed closest to the door.”

“Not at all. I prefer to be further away from the door really. Is that your boyfriend?” She asked as she looked at the lone picture on Izzy’s board.”

“Um…no. He was my best friend in high school. That was from a dance we went to together our freshman year.”

“He’s certainly cute.”

“He definitely is,” Izzy agreed.

She and Krystal continued to get to know each other as they unpacked their things. Like Izzy, Krystal’s parents were shipping the rest of her stuff, including her Nissan Altima a few days later. She was an only child who actually had a sister that died at 6 weeks old before Krystal was born.

She didn’t have a boyfriend either and seemed nice enough.

******

Dear Rafael,

How’s Harvard treating you? You’ll be impressed to know that I’ve only gotten lost on campus twice since classes started. I can hear you making fun of me so stop. My roommate and I seem to get along. We bonded over our love of New Kids on the Block…stop laughing. I talked to Tony the other day. He seems to like Brown pretty well. Erin is lonely in Chicago but who wouldn’t be without me? Ha ha. I can’t wait until Thanksgiving. I miss my parents and I actually miss Tony. Most of all, I miss you. I hope you know I meant the last thing I said to you. That day…it was everything I hoped that experience would be. Not to sound too sappy but it was the fact that I love you that made it so wonderful for me. I’m glad I waited and was able to share that with you and only you. That is something no one else will ever get from me now. Anyways, I just had a few minutes and thought I’d write you just say hi and check in on you. Hope to hear from you soon.

-Izz

She thought she’d get a response quicker than she did. Every time Krystal came in with mail, her heart would drop when she hadn’t received anything from Rafael. Then again, he was pre-law and had a long road ahead of him. His course load probably outweighed hers by far so she just went on about her school work.

******

“Somebody’s got a letter,” Krystal sang when she came in with the envelope. At first she didn’t get too excited, thinking it might’ve been something from Erin; until she recognized the hand writing and her heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t seem to get the envelope open fast enough as she at in the lounge chair next to her bed.

Dear Elizabeth,

I was very excited to get your letter when I did, that’s why this letter has been so hard for me to write. Like you, I meant my last words to you as well and I will never forget that day. However, Yelina and I have been talking and she wants to work things out. In order to do so, I couldn’t start everything off on a lie with her thinking I’m still a virgin, so I came clean about what happened between us. She was upset, of course, but she forgave me. Yet, she has asked that I cutoff all contact with you. You were the last person I ever wanted to or expected to hurt. This is breaking my own heart as I write this. Please don’t hate me. I know that’s easier said than done at this point. You will always hold a place in my heart…”

She couldn’t even finish reading at as she practically ripped the picture from her board, shoving them both in her desk. She was angry, she was hurt. She could care less about the spots on the paper that made it obvious he had cried while writing the letter.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine, Krystal.”

“What’s wrong?”

“He’s getting back together with his ex-girlfriend that treated him like shit.”

She wiped the tears from her eyes and refused to cry. Technically they weren’t together. She just thought that maybe they’d start writing back and forth and at Thanksgiving, spend some time together. They were separated by 3,000 miles after all so long distance really wouldn’t have been an option but they could’ve at least figured out something.

[bullet-prooflove]

Summary: For the past two years Rafael's world has been devoid of color, could a chance meeting at a life drawing class change all of that?

[jamesgatz1925]

It’s up. @whisperingvictory I know I need to charge my phone 😂 http://archiveofourown.org/works/12733755

[lannister-slings-and-arrows]

Chapter Two of I Could Ruin You

A Rafael Barba x Rita Calhoun/Sonny Carisi x Reader Law School AU Keeping Young Talent Coming Our Way

Hey look, another collaboration with @pascalispretty ! You all should again be thanking your lucky stars that she did the moodboard and not me lol. Cross posted on ao3!

Chapter One: We Should Cross the Line Chapter Two: Libertines and Reprobates Epilogue: Not Soon Enough

Warnings: well, porn. p in v sex, oral (f. receiving), vaginal fingering, nipple play, mentions of anal (f. receiving), just a teeny tiny touch of daddy kink, making out, making out in a closet, innuendo, discussions of safe sex practices, sass, Rita is a Boss Ass Bitch and everyone knows it, blink and you miss it reference to Cruel Intentions (and whoever catches it will get a hearty slap on the back lol), Sonny is stupidly adorable and probably the best man the universe has ever spat out, Rita is A Tease, and finally no stuffed rabbits were harmed in the writing of this fanfic. Rating: E (finally back on our porn bullshit lol) Word Count: 15515 (Okay listen. We honestly could not figure out a way to break this up. So you know. Apologies lol.) Summary: Coerced by Rafael, Rita attends a party thrown by one of the partners she hates the most at her law firm. Her night takes an unexpected turn when she meets an attractive younger couple.

You’re pleasantly surprised when Sonny grabs your wrist and tugs you into a closet, closing the door behind you. The two of you had been forced to listen to your father go on about your first year at Fordham to one of the other partners at his firm for what seemed like hours and it had pissed you off that he hadn’t even mentioned Sonny--this could be just the distraction you need before being forced to endure more displays like that.

The closet is almost completely dark and the shelves next to you are filled with board games and jigsaw puzzles and spare blankets. Knowing that you’re not likely to have long before your mother notices that you’re missing, you press yourself against Sonny and pull him in for a kiss. He makes a soft noise against your mouth, as though you’ve surprised him, but he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you back.

You can taste the sugar on him from the chocolate torte that had been served for dessert but he pulls away from you when you attempt to nip his lower lip.

“What do you think of Rafael and Rita?” he asks in a whisper and you frown in confusion. You had assumed he had pulled you in here--in a display of unexpected boldness given the party going on on the other side of the door--to make out, to feel reassured after the painfully awkward interaction with your father.

“As people? I think they’re lovely,” you manage, trying to lean in to kiss him again. Time is running out and you almost whine in frustration when he rests a hand on your shoulder, stopping you. You will never hear the end of it if your mother catches you in here with Sonny and the mere thought of the conniptions that would ensue makes you shudder.

“Just stop for a second,” Sonny starts, and you huff quietly. “They were definitely flirting with us, right? I’m not just reading into it?” Oh. He sounds so earnest that you can’t help but smile and give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“They were definitely flirting,” you agree. “Rita was resting her leg against mine under the table during dinner, and I don’t think it was an accident. She didn’t pull away or anything,” you report excitedly. It had been hard not to jump at the unexpected press of Rita’s leg against yours and the fact that she had kept it there had sent a little zip of excitement running down your spine. Pausing, you bite your lip and wish that Sonny had chosen a better lit venue for this conversation.

“You didn’t mind that I flirted back, did you?” Though the two of you had talked often and at length about this sort of situation you still want to make sure that he’s okay. He wraps a long arm around your waist, his free hand feeling for your face in the dark so he can cup your jaw in his palm.

“God, no. I was trying to flirt back too.” Sonny strokes your cheek softly with his thumb. “Emphasis on trying,” he jokes and you hear the rueful smile in his voice. “They really did seem into us both, didn’t they?” You nod enthusiastically and lean further into Sonny’s touch. They had been ogling the two of you from across the room before you even sat down to dinner; Sonny had quietly whispered to you that they were staring and neither of you had been able to resist the temptation to go over and talk to them.

“They really did. I snuck into the dining room before dinner and moved their place cards so we could sit with them, get to know them a little better,” you admit, suddenly glad of the darkness as you feel your cheeks grow hot. To your relief Sonny laughs.

“I wondered where you’d gotten to. Stroke of genius, doll.” He kisses your temple and pulls you a little tighter against him. “If you like them--sweetheart, I know we’ve talked about exploring together...” he trails off and presses another kiss to your forehead.

“Oh God, I was thinking the same thing,” you tell him, a little breathless with excitement. You haven’t been able to stop thinking about the press of Rita’s leg against yours, the way Rafael had rested his large hand on your wrist so he could top your wine up instead of letting you do it yourself, the glances you could have sworn Rita had snuck at your boobs.

“And you’re sure you want to?” Sonny asks, touching your cheek softly. “You like them both? You know that I’m not asking this because I’m not satisfied or anything other than completely happy with you?” He’s so sweet you could cry.

“I have eyes, of course I like them,” you start teasingly, but you know he’s trying to ask you serious questions so you cover his hand with yours and look up to where you’re almost sure his eyes are. “And I know. I feel the same way about you. About this.” Excitement and nerves pull at your stomach and instead of carrying on trying to explain you twine your fingers with his. “You like them too?”

“Yeah, I do,” Sonny murmurs. You would put money on him being flushed pink right now.

“They’re just--they’re so smart and so gorgeous! Can you even imagine being with someone for that long?” you muse; they must be going on for twenty years together if they first met in college.

“It’s gotta be great.” You can hear the smile in Sonny’s voice as he leans down to kiss you, a soft tender kiss that so neatly summarizes all of his hopes for the future.

“Hopeless romantic,” you murmur when he lets you go, knowing that if anyone saw you right now they’d say you looked nauseatingly in love. “But we do this together, right?”

“Course, sweetheart. Just like we talked about; they don’t like one of us, they don’t get either of us. And you’ll tell me if you wanna stop?” Sonny pulls you closer, pressing himself as tightly as he can against you. You try your best to relax against him, resting your head against his chest so you can hear the steady beat of his heart.

“Promise. And you’ll tell me if you don’t want to go ahead any more?” you check, smiling to yourself when you feel Sonny rest his chin against the top of your head.

“You know I will. We’ve always got each other’s backs.” You exhale shakily when he answers.

“Wow. Okay, so we’re doing this? This is big. How do we do this?” Your stomach twists with nerves again and you stand up straight so you can focus on the situation instead of how warm Sonny is and how big and nice his hands feel against your waist.

“We could just see what happens? It doesn’t have to be tonight; Rita gave me Rafael’s number earlier, we can always call them later. So I guess we could just go back out there, flirt with them some more, and see where we end up?” Sonny offers and you find yourself nodding even though he probably can’t see you in the darkness of the closet.

“Sounds like an excellent plan, darling.” You find one of his hands and squeeze it reassuringly. “Though don’t think I’m going to let you forget how unfair it is that you got his number first when I was the one doing all the heavy lifting with the flirting.” Sonny laughs and leans down to kiss you again, his hands sliding down past your waist to palm briefly at your ass.

“I’ll make it up to you later,” he promises and your teasing pout relaxes into a smile. You stretch up to kiss him again and he sighs regretfully against your lips.

“If we’re in here any longer we are going to get caught and your mother will have me thrown out of the house,” he informs you, pulling away after only a few seconds.

“She won’t actually throw you out of the house.” He scoffs.

“Are you really willing to bet on that?” You laugh and shrug at him before giving him one last quick kiss and reaching around him to open the door.

You feel a little ridiculous as you stick your head slowly out of the closet to look for anyone who might be passing through the hall. When you’ve ascertained that the coast is clear you tug on his hand and pull him out with you, closing the closet door softly behind you both and leading him towards the library. He follows along obediently, looking around over the heads of the guests for any sign of the two lawyers you’re seeking.

“Well aren’t you a bold pair of lovebirds,” you hear from behind you. You turn quickly to see Rita standing there smirking at you looking gorgeous and elegant and all too knowing. You can feel yourself flush a little as she steps closer. “Isn’t it a bit cliché to go canoodling in a closet? Especially when you have a bedroom right upstairs?”

You can almost feel Sonny blush next to you and you squeeze his hand again.

“And if I told you that no canoodling happened in that closet?” you ask coquettishly, taking a step closer yourself. She smirks and looks the two of you up and down.

“I’d recommend that your first stop after such an ‘innocent’ assignation should be to the bathroom to make sure everything's in its proper place. Speaking from experience, more people are likely to believe you when your lipstick isn’t smudged and so obviously on someone else’s mouth.” You bring your hand up to your lips and look over at Sonny. Sure enough there’s a streak of color right at the corner of his mouth and you quickly tap at the spot on your own face and grimace a little. He coughs and wipes his fingers over the smear as you turn back to look at Rita.

“Yours doesn’t look too bad, don’t worry. And your secret’s safe with me.” She finally steps into your space and reaches up to fix your hair for you. Her perfume smells amazing and her fingers are delicate and light in your hair. She smiles down at you. “If I had this pretty boy hanging off my arm I can’t say that I wouldn’t do the same.” She steps back and you feel like you can finally take a deep breath again--her attention is intoxicating and you feel a little lightheaded already.

“It’s a wonder he can keep his hands as much to himself as he does with you looking like that in this dress,” she compliments, one long elegant finger tracing one of the straps of your dress before she steps away completely. You feel your lips part like you’re experiencing everything with a few seconds of lag and by the time you’ve summoned enough brainpower to formulate even the most basic response she’s already changed the subject.

“I bet you know of a quiet corner where we could talk,” Rita hints, staring at you directly and making it difficult to concentrate. Sonny nudges your hip and you smile at her, shrugging in a way you desperately hope looks as casual as you intend it to.

“That’d be a pretty safe bet.” She smirks and gestures for you to lead the way. You tilt your head back in the direction that you and Sonny had come from and set off for the hall leading to the kitchen. Rita follows the two of you at a respectful distance, your little group looking for all the world like three people just moving to a different part of the party. The tension and excitement in your belly ratchets up a notch at the idea that everyone in the room is seeing this play out and none of them know what’s going on. A shiver runs down your spine and you lick suddenly dry lips.

Reaching the door to the kitchen you stop and turn around again, thankful that you were correct; the noise from the caterers cleaning up just beyond you and the relative distance from any room people are gathering in will cover the details of the conversation you hope you’re about to have.

“What do you think of the party?” Rita asks innocently. Sonny laughs and leans against the wall, not making any attempt to hide the fact that he’s staring at her. You’re trying to be somewhat polite and keep your eyes on her face, at least while she’s speaking to you, but you feel like your success has been only marginal at best.

“Oh, just peachy,” you reply, suppressing the urge to giggle nervously. Her lips quirk up.

“Being surrounded by a bunch of stuffy old lawyers not exactly as thrilling a prospect as you had thought it might be?”

“I’m finding a few things about this evening plenty thrilling,” Sonny pipes up next to you, watching Rita closely. She looks over at him, appraising, the satisfied smile on her lips one of the most attractive things you’ve seen all night.

“Are you really, Mr. Carisi? Care to elaborate, or should I just assume that you enjoy participating in mediocre conversation and getting a glimpse of what your future is going to be like in a few years?”

This is it. She’s giving you the perfect opportunity to say something, there is no way she didn’t leave that door wide open on purpose…

“Well, I got to meet this one couple, absolutely lovely people. Smart, fun, gorgeous. And, now I can’t be sure about this, I think they might have been flirting with my girlfriend and I,” Sonny replies, somehow managing to keep a straight face. Those big blue eyes of his really go a long way to selling the innocent look. He’s going to kill in the courtroom someday, you think proudly.

“Oh, how shocking!” Rita teases. “Flirting with you while she was standing right there?”

“To be completely honest, Rita, I think they were flirting with her as well.” Rita continues to smile at him, bringing her phone up to tap thoughtfully against her bottom lip. She flicks her gaze to you for a moment, drawing you further into the conversation and her orbit.

“Absolutely scandalous. They sound like a pair of libertines and reprobates. What are you going to do about it?” You can’t help the smile that stretches across your face. Sonny shrugs nonchalantly and leans in a little closer.

“I tried to flirt back. My girlfriend did as well. Not sure how well we communicated our intentions, but I hope that this couple got the message that we wouldn’t mind if they continued. Or maybe went a little further.” You can see Rita watching him carefully behind her mask of carefree joviality and hope again, your stomach sinking briefly and your palms beginning to sweat, that you and Sonny aren’t getting completely the wrong signal. You hold your breath as you wait for what seems like an interminably long time before Rita asks,

“And if this fabulously smart and gorgeous couple,” she looks at you, eyes a little mischievous and you want to collapse onto the floor with relief. “Were to ask you how far you would like them to go? What would you have to say to them? For curiosity’s sake, of course.”

Sonny grins at her.

“Oh, of course. Just purely for the sake of curiosity,” he agrees solemnly.

“We wouldn’t be adverse to taking this flirtation somewhere else,” you tell her coyly. “And taking it as far as they’d be willing to go.”

“Well, I can’t see any reason why this couple wouldn’t be amenable to either of those suggestions.” The relief you feel is indescribable and you exchange a glance with Sonny.

“Why don’t you show me around?” Rita suggests suddenly, resting her free hand on your arm. “We can talk about some of the things that you might want to get up to with this couple?”

You shrug and touch her hand lightly.

“Upstairs or downstairs?”

“Oh, I’ll let the two of you pick. I’m easy.” Rita watches you steadily for a moment before turning her attention to her phone and sending a quick text, allowing you to make up your mind without staring you down--with as little pressure as possible. Can this woman be any more perfect? Seriously?

You take a deep breath and twine your fingers through Rita’s, letting your joined hands slip off your arm and hang between you. You look at Sonny once more, just one more glance to make sure that he’s still on the same page, and then you start walking to the stairs leading to the upper floors of your parents’ house.

The three of you have your feet on the first couple of steps when Sonny stops and whispers,

“Wait, don’t you want to wait for your husband?” Rita turns to him with a mildly confused smile--still gorgeous, how does she do that--and tilts her head just slightly to the left.

“My…?”

Sonny blushes and shrugs his shoulders, hands going into his pockets as he clears his throat.

“Your husband. Rafael? Sorry, your partner? I shouldn’t have assumed that’s what you call each other.”

Rita blinks for a second before tossing her head back and laughing. Her neck is long and beautiful and her laugh is just this shy of a little husky and you feel like you’ve swallowed liquid mercury as you watch the pure delight spread over her face. You aren’t really sure why she’s so amused but if this is the result you hope it keeps happening. You pray she doesn’t notice how warm your palm is getting in hers, but every time her hair moves you catch another whiff of that perfume--what is that scent, that is so familiar--and you feel nervous and giddy and aroused to a ridiculous degree all at once.

Sonny smiles hesitantly and Rita touches his arm with her phone, smiling back at him.

“Rafael Barba is not and never has been my husband, pretty boy.” He frowns and you feel one start to pull at your lips as well.

“He’s not? But, but the two of you…?” He waves his hand vaguely at her and she shrugs, still clearly tickled by the idea.

“We’ve known each other since before I could buy myself cigarettes. And yes, we do frequently have sex. And have always done so,” she explains matter of factly. “But no, we’ve never married or ever felt the desire to do so. Nor are we, what do you kids call it nowadays? Going steady?” She’s teasing you, you can tell by the wicked glint in her eyes, but you’re still trying to wrap your head around this.

“So you’re like what, best friends with benefits?” you manage, all too aware of the confused look on your face. Rita laughs again and squeezes your fingers.

“Something like that. And no, sweet boy, we don’t have to wait for Rafael. Though he will be very sorry that he picked networking over this….house tour,” she finishes suggestively, the coy smile on her face making your insides twist again. With a gentle tug on your hand she encourages you to start moving up the stairs again.

You find yourself at a loss when you make it up to the landing. Heading straight for your bedroom seems incredibly direct, but you highly doubt that she’s at all interested in any of the other rooms. A little nervous, you look back to Sonny and reach out to him for reassurance. He immediately steps forward, close enough to rest his palm comfortingly between your shoulder blades, and ducks his head forwards to whisper in your ear.

“You okay?” he asks softly, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. You nod, reaching back to hold his hand with your free one and lead the two of them over to your childhood bedroom. Stopping just outside the door, you look at Rita and tilt your head towards it.

“This is Sonny’s favorite place in the whole house.” You lick your lips, annoyed at yourself for being unable to come up with a better line.

“It might well turn out to be yours too, Rita,” Sonny adds, reaching past you to open the door. Your room isn’t overtly childish--your parents had let you redecorate often enough as you grew older that now as an adult it still fit relatively well with your personality--but you’re mortified to notice that the maid has set Flopsy, the beloved and bedraggled stuffed rabbit you’ve had since infancy, in the middle of your pillows.

Feeling flushed, you let go of their hands and dart over to the bed to shove the stuffed animal into the drawer of your bedside table.

“I think it’s too late for poor Flopsy, sweetheart. The things she’s seen; she’s probably already traumatized,” Sonny teases from behind you as he locks the door. Rita laughs that beautiful rich laugh again and your cheeks burn in embarrassment. Annoyed at how easily flustered you’ve gotten, you kick your shoes off and sit down on your bed, unsure what to do next.

Sonny slips out of his suit jacket as you settle yourself, hanging it over the back of your desk chair and shoving his hands awkwardly in his pockets. Of the three of you Rita is the only one who still looks sure of herself. She takes a seat on the armchair by the window, crossing her long legs and looking between the two of you.

“What could possibly have happened in here to traumatize that poor rabbit?” Rita asks, her eyebrows raised suggestively.

“Well, unfortunately, poor Flopsy’s natural habitat is the only place in the house we can really do anything--” Sonny starts, continuing in the same jocular vein.

“It’s not the only place,” you interject, and you can feel yourself blushing furiously as Rita turns her full attention on you. “We have sex in the shower sometimes too.” You’re mumbling and embarrassed but somehow it doesn’t seem to be putting Rita off. Sonny’s smile is comforting as he comes over and sits down next to you on the bed.

“True. Apart from the shower,” he amends. “This room is really the only place where we can get any privacy.” Sonny rests his hand on your knee, his palm warm against your skin as his fingertips rest just under the hem of your dress. It’s a vivid reminder of all of the other times the two of you have snuck upstairs for a quickie, clothes pushed up or out of the way as you fall on the bed and serves to settle at least some of your nerves.

“Well, now that the dear rabbit is out of earshot, I seem to recall a suggestion that we talk about what you might like to get up to with this mysterious, flirtatious couple.” Rita leans forward a little in the armchair, watching the two of you intently, and you feel pinned in place by her gaze alone.

“We’re both bi,” you blurt out before you have much of a chance to think too deeply about it. You pause, waiting for Sonny to chime in if he wants to, but he seems content to let you press on. “We’re both bi, but neither of us has much experience with--with that. It’s something that we both want to do, and so we’ve talked about it a lot, but... Well we--it was important to us to do it together.” You find Sonny’s hand on your thigh and lace your fingers with his.

“We’ve been talking about it, and I guess waiting to see if we found anyone that we both liked that seemed--that was more experienced than we are. And you and Rafael both fit the bill perfectly,” Sonny adds, and you nod along enthusiastically. Rita says nothing for a long moment, her eyes flicking between you both as she chooses her words.

“I see. Well, I’m flattered that you think I’m experienced,” she says with a wink, holding up a hand before you can trip over yourself trying to apologize. “It’s a fairly accurate assumption. What do the two of you usually like? What sort of boundaries would be set?” she asks, steepling her fingers under her chin.

“Do you like both of us?” you ask quickly. “Both of us equally, I mean. That’s a nonnegotiable point for us.” Sonny ducks his head to kiss your shoulder as Rita smiles softly at you.

“The two of you are so adorable. Yes, I like you both equally. Couldn’t pick a favorite if I tried,” she says indulgently and you can feel Sonny smiling against your shoulder.

“We use the traffic light system for safewords,” Sonny tells her, lips brushing against your skin as he speaks. Rita’s smile curves wider, and her brown eyes glint wickedly.

“Now, why would you sweet young things need safewords?” She sounds utterly delighted and you feel your cheeks burn again.

“A few reasons,” you try, but Rita shakes her head.

“Not good enough, dear. What could you two possibly get up to that requires safewords?” You squirm on the bed, not sure if it’s from the embarrassment or the arousal at the way she’s teasing you.

“She likes it rough sometimes,” Sonny admits after a moment. “Like, being tied up or pinned down. Or blindfolded. Or--or spanked.” The last one is almost a whisper, but Rita looks like she’s just been told she’s being given ten million dollars.

“We use it for anal too. If--if I need him to slow down.” Your whole body feels hot but you need Rita to keep looking at you like that. Like the two of you are the best gift she’s ever been given and can’t wait to rip the wrapping paper off of.

“You let him put it in your ass? You look so deceptively sweet for such a naughty little thing,” Rita coos, almost on the edge of her seat as she looks hungrily at you both. Sonny wraps an arm around your waist and when you glance over you can see the barest hint of an erection just starting to press against the fly of his pants.

“He was the first boy I ever let do… that,” you elaborate and seeing Rita’s piqued interest you smirk. “Sonny is just full of inspired ideas. We didn’t stop at anal; he told me about an ambition to reenact that scene from Atonement in the library and I think that may have been my favorite adventure in housesitting that weekend.” Rita huffs a short laugh, and Sonny’s hands tighten reflexively against you at the memory. You don’t blame him. With the place to yourselves for the whole weekend you’d spent an utterly debauched two days exhausting yourselves.

“We need safewords for roleplay too,” Sonny interjects. Rita looks delighted at this information and you’re about to elaborate, warming to a subject she is so obviously pleased by, when she laughs and holds up a hand, leaning back in her seat.

“Stop, stop,” she insists, her hand resting at the base of that long elegant throat. “No more, it’s too much! God, I could just eat you both up, you’re precious.” She sighs happily and looks at the two of you, shaking her head. “God, Rafa isn’t going to speak to me for a week when I tell him he missed this.”

Sonny looks pleased next to you and you can’t really blame him. It’s exhilarating being the center of this woman’s attention, being told how much this attractive older lawyer who could have anyone she wanted to--hell, who could go downstairs and demand a man like Rafael Barba take her home and fuck her--wanted you two. No one else right now, just the two of you. To have been sought out, pursued by her?

You’re getting a little lightheaded and giddy just thinking about it yourself.

Rita stands and you watch her walk across the room towards you, her legs looking about a mile long and utterly captivating. You have to tear your eyes away as she sits down on your bed next to you and folds her hands in her lap, her face serious.

“I’m definitely in this for the both of you. And the list of things you like to get up to was educational as well as titillating. But before we go on there are a few things you need to understand. Just so we’re all on the same page.”

You and Sonny both nod quietly.

“First, we need to establish some very firm boundaries. I have a feeling that your definition of rough is still quite a bit gentler than mine.” You take a breath and open your mouth to protest but she quells you with a look. You feel a jolt of pleasure run through your body and you feel your heart start to race. Well then.

“I want you both to come to a consensus about some things. Hard limits. A list of things that you definitely want to try. A list of things you aren’t sure about that I can answer any questions about. And I don’t want you adding things to the ‘definitely try’ list because you think you can handle it or you think I want to do it. If you lie to me about this, this is off.”

You look over to find Sonny looking at you and you nod. He looks back at Rita and says slowly,

“We mostly have that done. At least the list of things we want to try.” She smiles at him, face transforming from one of severity back into her teasing mode of earlier.

“I figured that that list wouldn’t be too difficult for you two greedy little monsters.” You grin back and Sonny trails his fingers down your back. “Secondly, do you want this to stay completely between the three of us? I don’t have to tell Rafa anything that you don’t want me to. I don’t have to tell him anything at all, if that’s what you would prefer.”

“No, you can talk to him!” Sonny blurts out before shrinking back. “I mean,” he hesitates. “If that’s okay with you?” He looks down at you, cheeks a little red and you roll your eyes at him.

“We did agree how gorgeous they both were, didn’t we?” You turn back to face Rita.

“We insist that you do,” you tell her with a bold smile. She smirks and brushes your hair behind your ear.

“I’m sure you do.” She chucks you under your chin and you shiver at the frankly hungry look in her eyes. “I know we’re somewhat, ah, limited as to what from your To-Do list we can check off right here, but I can’t see any reason why we should be forced to forestall everything.”

“Oh yeah?” you ask breathily, enthralled and waiting impatiently for her next suggestion. Sonny runs his hand down your bare arm and links your fingers together, giving your hand an excited squeeze.

“As long as you both can promise to be quiet.” You nod eagerly and feel Sonny shift on the bed next to you. Rita stands and backs a few paces away and you viciously shove down the urge to whine and reach for her hand. God, could you be more desperate, you berate yourself, twisting your free hand into your bedspread. She sees, of course, and smirks down at you, stepping out of her shoes and instantly losing four inches. She still manages to look striking without the extra height and you’re briefly distracted by the vision of her stalking across a courtroom at Rafael like she’s currently doing to you.

You blink and she’s standing above you, tall, beautiful, commanding, and all of her attention is fixed on you. The room feels about fifteen degrees warmer than it had a minute ago and your mouth feels dry. You lick your lips and watch as her eyes follow the movement before she bends down, takes your chin between her thumb and her long index finger and finally, finally, closes the distance to kiss you.

Her lips are soft and firm, her breath is warm against your face, and her hair falls around you like a curtain, sealing this moment off from the rest of the world so it’s just the two of you and this one perfect first kiss. She’s gentle as she moves your head just slightly to the right to better slot her lips against yours and the angle she finds is exquisite. You gasp into the kiss and she presses forward, sliding her tongue against your lips and barely into your mouth before retreating again and pulling away from you completely.

The whimper you hear could only have come from you but you have a hard time summoning any kind of shame over it. She’s staring down at you and all you want her to do is kiss you again. And again and again until all that’s left is for her to push against your bed and--

You blush and break eye contact, looking anywhere but at her as you try to once again summon the bravery you had had a second ago. She makes a questioning noise and tugs your face back up to look at her.

“What was that? Having second thoughts?” she asks gently. Sonny presses your hand as you close your eyes and you shake your head and clear your throat. “Not to your tastes after all?”

Your eyes fly open to catch hers again, wide and serious and hopefully conveying just how serious you are.

“No! Definitely not! That was definitely to my tastes! Incredibly so! No, I--” You break off and huff impatiently, a wriggling embarrassing feeling in your stomach.

“Tell me,” Rita orders, clearly not intending to let this go.

“That’s as far as I’ve ever gone before,” you mutter, fingers of your free hand twisting the comforter under you before smoothing it out, an action you find yourself repeating over and over and Rita continues to watch you, tilting her head just a little.

“I know you’ve done more than kiss before,” she points out. And she is really going to make you say it. You swallow thickly and groan a little, quietly, humiliated.

“I’ve only ever kissed another woman before!” you exclaim finally. “I haven’t ever done anything else. At all. Ever.” Sonny squeezes your fingers reassuringly, trying to soothe your nerves without interrupting. Rita glances briefly at Sonny before turning a soft, encouraging smile on you.

“That’s okay, darling,” she murmurs, stroking your cheek gently with her thumb. “We can go slowly. I promise I’ll take good care of you.” There’s a hint of lasciviousness in her last words and it makes you shudder. For the first time you notice how high your dress has ridden up your thighs and wonder if Rita can see your underwear.

You lace your fingers with Sonny’s before bringing your free hand up to the nape of Rita’s neck, tugging her back down for another kiss. The scent of her perfume overwhelms you as her hair falls forward around you both again--absurdly, you think about stopping to ask what it is because you still can’t place it--before you’re entirely distracted by her tongue dipping into your mouth. This time she doesn’t pull away and her fingers slide into your hair as she steps a little closer.

Her knees bump up against yours as she closes the distance between you and you find yourself opening your legs unthinkingly, allowing her to move between them as you kiss. Emboldened, you meet the tip of her tongue with yours, thrown back unexpectedly to the memory of practicing kissing in high school with your best friend Kathryn.

Sonny shifts a little closer to you on the bed, his free hand finding your thigh as he watches. You make a soft noise against Rita’s mouth when she catches your lower lip between her teeth, nipping gently before pulling away.

“How do you feel about marks? Or biting?” Rita asks, trailing her fingertips from your jaw down to your neck. Your eyes fall closed at the sensation of her nails dragging lightly over your sensitive skin and it sends more liquid heat racing to your core.

“I love them,” you tell her, your eyes still closed. “Both what it takes to get them and having them afterwards.” Rita’s fingertips trail a little further on her next downward stroke, but she barely makes it past your collarbones before pulling away.

“Can I kiss you too?” You open your eyes to see her cupping Sonny’s cheek, leaning over you to reach him. Sonny looks a little surprised but nods eagerly, tipping his head up so she has a better angle. You watch them kiss a little breathlessly and slide your hand that isn’t holding Sonny’s onto his crotch, palming his hardening cock through his suit pants.

He groans in response and you swear you feel his cock twitch under your palm. The positive response makes you bolder, and you squeeze your legs a little around Rita’s. Even without her heels Rita’s legs look incredible. They’re long and smooth and toned, and you want to kiss your way up and down them. Preferably while she uses those elegant fingers of hers to play with your hair.

Sonny looks a little dazed when Rita pulls away from him and you sympathize entirely. She looks down at you both, smiling fondly.

“Can I help you out of that dress, darling?” She runs her fingers over one of the straps and you shiver. You’re halfway out of it already, the skirt having ridden up to your hips since you’d first sat down on the bed. Your face feels warm as you nod and take the hand she’s offering to help you stand.

“Sonny, would you be a dear and find me a hanger? I wouldn’t want this to end up on the floor.” Rita runs her hand down your side, the trail left by her fingers showing clearly in the nap of the velvet. Sonny slides off the bed to comply, pausing to press a kiss to your shoulder before opening your closet.

“This dress is so lovely. Such a flattering neckline; I couldn’t stop looking at your breasts at dinner.” She tells you matter-of-factly as she rests her hands on your waist and encourages you to turn around. “Do we need to get you out of that suit as well, Sonny? Or are you just observing tonight?” Sonny goes pink as he leans against the door of your overstuffed closet to close it.

“That’s entirely up to you, sweetheart,” Sonny tells you earnestly. “This is your night.” Your heart swells and if Rita weren’t at that moment undoing the tiny hook and eye clasp at the back of your dress you would have flung yourself into his arms.

“I want you too. Still want you to fuck me. Would you please...?” you manage, distracted by Rita finally starting to unzip your dress. It feels faintly ridiculous that you’re flustered and blushing over asking your boyfriend of almost a year to fuck you. But the circumstances have never been like this; apart from the gorgeous woman behind you who’s starting to push the straps of your dress down your arms, your parents have a party in full swing downstairs. You almost expect him to say no for that reason.

“Oh god, yes,” he says instead as he starts pulling at his tie. Your dress hits the floor with a surprisingly heavy thud, but you barely hear it. As soon as it falls around your feet Rita runs her fingertips gently down your spine and you can’t hide the shiver it elicits from you.

“I like the matching lingerie,” Rita murmurs behind you, her fingers tracing the waistband of your lacy black underwear as she moves to stand in front of you. You’re unable to look her in the eye, standing there in front of this beautiful woman in nothing but your underwear. The only thing she’s missing is her shoes and frankly that puts you at even more of a disadvantage because now she is closer to you in height and it’s harder to avoid her gaze. She is devastating, enchanting, older, and so much more experienced and the longer you stand there silent the more self conscious you become. What the fuck am I doing, you think frantically, about to fold your arms in front of you.

Rita’s long fingers run up your sides and you’re too late to stop her from brushing them, feather light, over that one spot on your ribs.

You jerk to the side and giggle like a crazed lunatic and you strongly consider defenestration as a practical means of escape from what is now officially the most embarrassing moment of your life. Sonny snorts behind you and you whip your head around to glare at him.

“Shut up, Sonny!” He’s halfway out of his shirt as he starts to laugh at you. “At least I’m ticklish in a normal spot, Mr. ‘I shriek like a twelve year old girl if you touch my left calf’!”

Rita uses one elegant finger to turn your head back towards her and suddenly your embarrassment from before about being nearly naked in front of a woman who has promised to fuck you has vanished. It’s now replaced by a completely different kind of embarrassment, but at least you’re no longer wondering why on earth such a stunning woman would ever want to see you naked.

She smirks down at you and taps the tip of your nose gently.

“Anywhere else I should be careful of?” she asks, not hiding how amusing she finds all of this. You huff and stare at the ceiling, clenching your fists at your sides.

“No,” you mutter, furious, and you can still hear Sonny chuckling behind you.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” she tells you, running her fingers down your neck and over your shoulders and collarbone. “I could just eat you up.” You look down at her and watch a wicked gleam appear in her eyes. “In fact…”

Rita walks forward, backing you into your bed and finally forcing you to sit again with a soft ‘fwump’.

“Would you like that, kitten?” She bends over you and kisses first one cheek and then the other. Your breath hitches as you catch on to what she’s hinting at and she takes advantage of your open mouth to capture your lips in a kiss, sliding her tongue against yours. She pulls away before you can reciprocate and asks softly,

“Would you like me to eat you out?”

You gasp. You knew what she was going to ask but the question still knocks the breath out of your lungs and every thought out of your brain. She looks pleased with herself, pleased with the reaction she’s gotten from you, and tucks your hair behind your ear.

“I’m afraid I require a verbal response before I continue, sweet girl.” You feel the mattress dip as Sonny, now just in his boxers, sits beside you on the bed.

“I--yes, please,” you whisper, and she kisses you chastely before taking a step back.

“Lie down for me then, darling. Sonny, could you get her bra off for me please?” she asks, picking your dress up from where it had crumpled on the floor and hanging it up for you. Sonny’s long fingers make short work of the clasp of your bra but he rests his chin on your shoulder before he can slide it off.

“You okay?” he whispers, and you feel another sharp swell of love for him; for checking in, for knowing that no matter how much you want this you’re bound to feel nervous.

“Yeah,” you murmur, barely letting the word out of your mouth as you lean in to kiss him. It’s a messy desperate kiss and you slide further onto the bed to get closer to him. You’re so caught up in kissing him that you don’t realize he’s slid your bra off until he slides one of his hands down to cup your now bare breast.

Sonny gently encourages you to lie back against the bed, reclining next to you so he can press a kiss to your forehead. Slipping off her own navy dress, Rita drapes it with Sonny’s suit over the back of the chair. Before you get a chance to admire her in her own blue lingerie, Rita kneels on the bed between your legs, looking down at you admiringly.

“Such a pretty girl,” she coos softly, encouraging you to open your legs a little wider so she can settle between them. She doesn’t take her eyes off of yours as she runs her hands up and down your legs and you’re just thinking that you’re so glad you shaved this morning when she finally places a kiss on your calf. Her lips are somehow, ridiculously and improbably, softer than they were a minute ago and you watch as her mouth curves into a smile when she continues to place tiny lingering kisses all the way up your leg, not stopping until she reaches about two inches above your knee.

Your breath is coming in soft pants and you twitch when her hair brushes your leg as she moves to the same spot on your other one.

“Still doing alright, darling?” she asks mischievously. You nod quickly, and Sonny combs his fingers through your hair as she begins the arduous process of kissing her way back down your leg. She sits back on her heels and asks you,

“Would you like me to use my fingers or just my mouth, sweet girl?” You swallow thickly and shrug, shoulders bumping against Sonny.

“Oh, uh, whatever. Both are fine, I guess, yeah, f--fingers are okay,” you stammer, and she smiles at you before kneeling up and mouthing at your stomach, her hands coming up to bat Sonny’s away from your breasts. You moan as she circles your nipples with her thumbs before pinching them sharply, nipping at your stomach all the while. She drags her nails lightly down your body to the waistband of your underwear and pauses, waiting until she kisses her way down to meet them. She glances up at you and makes sure you’re watching before she hooks her fingers in them and slowly pulls your underwear down.

“Lift up, darling,” she orders, and then takes her time backing away from you as she slides them down and off your legs. Tossing them aside, she kneels up and gathers her hair over one shoulder before turning back to you and staring.

She is looking at you like you’re the first real meal she’s seen in weeks and it’s heady and intoxicating and the warm electrical spark of arousal pooling inside of you starts to spread further through your body the longer she looks. She clicks her tongue and sighs.

“What a pretty sight. My goodness, what a lucky boy you are Sonny, to have this every day.” Sonny leans over you and kisses your temple again.

“I really am.”

“Anything in particular she likes, or should I just try everything?” Rita asks him, moving closer again, her warm hands encircling your ankles and her thumbs rubbing over the bones gently. Sonny shifts and hums next to you, splaying his hand over your neck and petting you.

“Oh, try everything, I think.”

Being discussed like you’re a pet they have a particular fondness for really should not be as arousing as it is. You are a better feminist than this, you tell yourself. And yet the longer they fail to address you directly the wetter you feel your cunt getting and the stronger your desire to squeeze and rub your legs together gets until you can’t help but try to fight the hold Rita has on your ankles to do just that. She keeps her grip firm and your legs splayed just far enough apart that you aren’t able to get any relief at all however. You whine a little desperately and she smirks at you.

“Such an impatient, pretty girl. I’d say don’t get your panties in a twist but well…” You feel yourself blush and she laughs, bending down to kiss the insides of both your knees again.

“Sweet girl, you are too precious for words.” And without any warning at all she pulls your legs further apart, fully exposing your cunt to her very eager gaze.

You’re turned on and embarrassed again all at the same time and you swear you can feel your pulse beating in your cunt as you whimper, feeling hot and squirmy and desperate. You struggle briefly to pull your legs together again but she doesn’t let you, instead continues to just kneel there between your legs and stare at you.

Sonny has gone completely still beside you as you squirm around on your bed and your last really coherent thought before she shifts forward and you feel her hot breath on your soaking cunt is that you are definitely going to have to wash this bedspread.

Rita licks a long stripe firmly and slowly up your cunt and pauses with her tongue flat on your clit. You’re too shocked to do anything but stare back into her eyes but when she presses against that sensitive bundle of nerves you wail and your eyes roll back into your head.

Sonny claps a hand over your mouth and shushes you immediately as Rita, uncaring that someone downstairs almost definitely heard that and could come walking up the stairs to investigate at any second, sucks your clit into her mouth and slides her hands up your legs to settle at your thighs, holding your legs open so she can fit comfortably between them.

Sonny is absolutely no slouch when it comes to oral, but there’s something so exhilarating about Rita looking up at you from between your legs as she sucks your clit. Not only is another woman going down on you for the first time, but that woman works with your father, making everything feel more deliciously taboo.

One of your hands flies out to rest on Sonny’s thigh where it presses against your own, trying to find something to anchor yourself to as Rita lets you feel the barest drag of her teeth. You want to wail again but Sonny’s hand is still over your mouth and so you nip his palm, tasting the salt of his skin as Rita lets go.

Any respite from the assault on your senses is brief and Rita wastes no time in dipping her tongue into your cunt, making obscene noises as she tries to press her tongue as deeply inside you as she can. It sends more of that familiar warmth racing through your veins to pool in your core and you moan against Sonny’s palm, hoping it’ll do enough to muffle the sound. It’s not the first time you and Sonny have had to resort to it, his hand over your mouth and his face against your neck, as you try and stay quiet. It sends a familiar thrill spiking down to your core and you dart your tongue out to lick him.

“Shh, sweetheart. There’s still a party going on downstairs; gotta be quiet while Rita eats your pussy,” Sonny mumbles, his nose digging against your temple as he presses a kiss on your cheek. His words have the exact opposite effect that he’d intended; they only make what you’re doing feel more debauched. Your nails dig into the soft flesh of his thigh and you whine while Rita starts trying to fuck you with her tongue.

“He’s right, kitten,” Rita tells you as she drags her mouth away from you for a brief moment. “We can’t go on if you can’t stay quiet. And it’d be such a pity if I had to leave this pretty little cunt wanting.” She ducks back down, flattening her tongue again and messily licking her way up through your folds. Your hips buck up against her and you bite your lip trying to hold in another moan.

It’s too much. You want to be loud, and you curse yourself for agreeing to this here and now and not having the patience to wait until you were somewhere you could make as much noise as you want. Her dexterous tongue traces firm lines across your clit and she hums contentedly low in her throat as your hips and legs tighten, pulling taut as you try and hold yourself in the best position for her.

Impatiently, you bring a hand up to tug at Sonny’s wrist, trying to get him to take his hand off your mouth. He lets you, all too aware that you might want to choke out a safeword or tell your partners that something isn’t comfortable. Instead, you look up at him with desperate pleading eyes.

“Can I suck on your fingers, daddy? Please?” At any other time, you’d hate how pathetic and needy you sounded. But right now you need it; you need the help staying quiet, the distraction of sucking on Sonny’s long fingers that you love so much. Rita groans against your cunt as soon as the word ‘daddy’ leaves your mouth and you sink your teeth into your lower lip again.

“You call him daddy? God, you’re too precious,” Rita praises, shifting between your legs so she can bring her fingers up to your cunt. “Want me to use my fingers, sweetheart?” she coos, not waiting for you to respond before letting her tongue flutter teasingly against your swollen clit again. Every muscle in your body feels like it’s being pulled tight towards your core and you nod even though she can’t see you.

“God, yes ma’am, please--” you whisper, realizing a half-second too late what you’ve called her. Your face burns with embarrassment and you practically choke yourself on Sonny’s fingers, taking them into your mouth so you can’t say any more humiliatingly pathetic things.

She dips her fingers lightly against you at first, coating them in your own wetness before abruptly pushing two of them inside you. The stretch surprises you and you almost bite down on Sonny’s fingers in shock. Her tongue draws messy circles around your clit as she starts to slowly thrust her fingers in and out of you, those dark eyes of hers never leaving your face as she watches for your reaction.

You nearly arch yourself off the bed when her fingertips brush up against that spot inside of you, and you choke back a wail when she presses against it more firmly. Closing your eyes so tightly it hurts, you clutch at Sonny’s thigh as your orgasm washes over you, taking you by surprise as Rita drags her fingertips back against it.

The sudden release makes you feel like you’re falling apart, every nerve ending flayed open as the heat that has been building in your core tears through your entire body. Rita keeps going as you come, merciless as her tongue and fingers keep working you until you want to sob.

“Good girl,” Rita murmurs, pressing a kiss against one of your hip bones as she slows the pace of her fingers.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” Sonny sighs, and you look up at him with his fingers still in your mouth and he groans at the sight, before kissing your head.

“Does our good girl want another, do you think?” Rita asks, dragging her fingers almost all the way out before pushing them back inside to the knuckle. You make a soft noise around Sonny’s fingers and he looks back down at you, entranced.

“I think so. She’s been such a good girl, she deserves it.” Having them both call you a good girl makes you squirm, delighted, inadvertently pushing yourself down on Rita’s fingers and inhaling sharply through your nose in lieu of being able to gasp at the feeling. Rita gives you another one of her wicked smiles and lowers her head, kissing her way down from your hip to your cunt again.

Sonny twists a little beside you, lying more on his side so he can press his cock against your thigh. You push your leg back against him and enjoy the moment of satisfaction you get from the knowledge that he is nearly as affected by what’s going on as you are. Rita is amazing and you have trouble believing that she’s really here now, between your legs with her mouth on your cunt. Hell, if you knew that your father’s parties ended like this you would have started attending them sooner.

Rita pats at the side of your thigh sharply, drawing your attention away from Sonny and back to her again. Her mouth is hovering over your cunt, her eyes on yours, and you can feel her warm breath blowing over you, sending shivers down your spine as it hits your soaked skin.

“Have you been a good girl?” she asks, smirking at you and keeping the fingers inside you frustratingly still. You nod quickly, eyes wide, desperate for her to believe you and for her to keep going. She scissors her fingers and you gasp, squeezing Sonny’s leg again and whimpering. “Do you want another?” She taps the tips of her fingers against your walls and you choke on Sonny’s fingers, your eyes slipping shut as they start to water. You give her another nod.

Rita dips her mouth down the last inch or so and it is so much more intense this time around. You’re so wet and so sensitive, all you want to do is wrap your fingers in her hair and scream as she grips your hip with the hand not dipped inside your cunt and laps at you teasingly. She uses just the tip of her tongue to lick up every bit of slick around you, dodging with seeming preternatural accuracy your every attempt to wiggle around so that it hits your clit.

You sob around the fingers in your mouth and feel her smile against you. Sonny hitches his hips, rubbing his cock against your leg absently as he soothes and hushes you, and Rita starts to drag hers in and out of you at the slowest pace you think is actually humanly possible. You can feel every ridge on her knuckles and it’s devastating when combined with the almost absent way she continues to lick at your cunt. Occasionally a knuckle will brush against your clit in a way that is impossible to predict, sending shocks of pleasure running out from your core to every extremity and making your thighs quiver around her shoulders and your fingers twitch against Sonny’s leg.

Sonny’s is murmuring something to you but before you’re able to figure out what, Rita abruptly pulls her fingers out of you completely and replaces them with her tongue, making the most obscene slurping noise as she licks inside your cunt. You feel your face flush even harder and your legs squeeze around her when she nods her head, finally bumping her nose against your clit.

Hearing her eat you out is embarrassing and turning you on to a ridiculous degree, you can't help the tiny whines that are coming out of you with every sharp exhale. Her hands, one of them still wet with you, come up to hold you down by your hips when you start to thrash around, trying to simultaneously get away from and drive yourself harder into the feeling of her tongue inside you. And your wriggling only gets worse when she moves up to suck your clit between her lips, poking and licking at it with her tongue and occasionally nipping at it gently.

“Oh look at you,” Sonny praises softly. “Doing such a good job, god you just love this don’t you, sweetheart?” He kisses your cheek and drags his large warm palm down your chest till it engulfs your breast and begins rubbing your nipple in a slow circle. “Is Rita taking good care of you? Do you love the feel of her mouth on you?”

You reach up to grab onto his wrist and hold on, opening your eyes to meet his big blue ones and nodding desperately, sucking harder on his fingers. You look down, and seeing Rita’s head bobbing between your legs as she licks a few long stripes up your cunt again is too much. You start to feel an almost burning warmth travel from your clit all the way to your fingertips and before you know it the muscles of your legs are tightening and you feel more slick gush out of you. Rita eagerly continues to lick and suck at your cunt and you shift around trying not to scream as she hits your clit with every pass of her tongue. You’re breathing hard through your nose and you are sure that later you will regret how unattractive that probably sounds but god, right this second with this particular woman between your thighs and your gorgeous perfect boyfriend warm and hard next to you and enjoying how much you’re enjoying this you just don’t care.

You shake your head desperately as she continues to lick at you and feathers her fingers against your entrance. Finally, you pull Sonny’s fingers out of your mouth and gasp,

“Rita, fuck, oh my God, please, please, please,” you keen sharply and bite your lip. “Rita enough, shit, enough, god stop!” Rita keeps going for a few seconds more and the pleasure you’re feeling starts to balance on the knife’s edge of pain. Just when you’re about to safeword out she pulls back and sits up on her heels looking incredibly pleased with herself. You’re panting and shaking and feeling a little wrung out as you stare at this goddess above you. Her mouth and her chin are wet and shining with you and your first thought is to ask if you can lick it off of her.

“Getting tired, pet?” she asks smugly, running her fingers up and down the insides of your thighs, careful not to stray too close to your cunt. Her hands are warm but you still shiver with every pass and you shake your head. You shrug and ask shyly,

“Could we take a break? Just a short one?” You feel Sonny, hot and hard next to you. “Poor Sonny’s been so neglected, after all.” A tiny, fierce stab of pride makes you try to use your boyfriend as an excuse, not wanting to appear as anything but indestructible and ready for anything she can possibly want out of you to Rita, but in reality you need the breather. Everything about the woman is intense and extraordinary and you think you’re going to break into millions of tiny pieces if you don’t have the chance to collect yourself.

You watch her eyes and quickly realize that you haven’t fooled her for a second. You appreciate that she’s kind enough not to point out that you aren’t being entirely honest and instead just stretches out on the bed next to you and softly kisses your shoulder.

“He really has, hasn’t he? Why don’t you take a few minutes to show how much you appreciate him. He’s been such a good sweet boy, after all, sharing you with me like this. Letting you try this out for yourself.”

“He’s perfect,” you murmur, leaning in to kiss Sonny. His hips move almost involuntarily, rutting against your hip as he kisses you. Rita keeps trailing her fingertips along your thighs, pressing a few more kisses to your shoulder as you slip the hand that you’ve been clutching Sonny’s thigh with up to palm his cock. He’s still wearing his boxers, but you can already feel a damp patch against your palm where his precome has leaked into the soft cotton. He groans into your mouth, his hand covering yours as though he’s afraid you’ll let go.

You gasp when you feel Rita’s mouth close over one of your nipples, breaking off the kiss with Sonny to look down at her. Sonny grinds against your palm as he watches Rita suck, and you arch your back to present yourself to the velvet heat of her mouth.

“She likes it when you bite,” Sonny says, his beautiful blue eyes wide as he looks down at the two of you. “Not hard, just enough so she can feel your teeth.”

“Thank you for the tip, sweet boy.” Rita pulls briefly off of your nipple to run her fingernails gently down Sonny’s chest, making him shiver. You want to wail when she takes his advice, dragging her teeth against the delicate flesh. As much as you want it, you’re so overstimulated; you’re half-panicked that in your daze you’re going to end up making too much noise.

“Rita?” you try, having to bite your lip with an aborted cry when she nibbles carefully at you. “Rita, wait--” She lets go with an obscene pop, looking at you with a wicked grin on her face. Your cheeks feel hot and you resist the urge to bury your head against Sonny’s chest to hide the embarrassment that must be plain as day.

“I know--I know I probably won’t be very good, but would it be okay if I touched you?” you finally manage, face burning and almost squirming as you try and get out the question.

“Now, darling, how can you possibly know you won’t be very good when you’ve never done it before?” Rita chucks you gently under the chin, looking at you like she wants to devour you. You do squirm then, the hot wave of embarrassment somehow only making you more aroused.

Rita shifts onto her back and lets her fingers trail down your arm as she lies beside you.

“What do you want to do, sweetheart?” You tug your fingers out of Sonny’s grip and straddle Rita’s hips before you can overthink it. She looks pleased, and her hands immediately find your hips as you duck down to kiss her neck. You can’t imagine that she’d be happy if you left lovebites in such a visible place so you content yourself with soft kisses and slow drags of the tip of your tongue along the column of her neck.

She makes a contented noise low in her throat and it emboldens you. You trail a line of kisses down her soft skin until you reach the swell of her breasts, pausing briefly.

“Can I?” you ask, still sounding a little uncertain despite your best efforts. Sonny shifts a little closer to the two of you so he can rest his hand on your calf. Rita sits up a little, just enough for her to reach back and unclasp her bra while she replies,

“I’ve been thinking about having that pretty mouth on me since you sucked chocolate sauce off your thumb at dinner. Of course you can.” She slides the blue silky bra off and discards it somewhere to the side, her breasts looking downright mouthwatering now that you can see them properly. Rita strokes a hand over your hair, encouraging your head down. You let her guide you and as soon as you’re close enough you drag the tip of your tongue in a circle around her nipple. She’s warm under you, the hand stroking your hair soothing as you bring one of your hands up to cup her other breast.

The softest moan escapes Rita, so quiet that you could have convinced yourself you’d imagined it had she not arched her back up into your touch at the same time. Wanting to give her more, you wrap your lips around her nipple, fluttering your tongue over the stiffening peak and sucking with an obscene noise. Sonny’s hand tightens on your leg and the wordless encouragement from both of them spurs you on. Your thumb finds Rita’s other nipple, swiping over it as it pebbles under the pad of your thumb.

“Oh, good girl. You can go harder--pinch, or use your teeth,” Rita sighs, though it sounds more like an order. You hurry to obey, carefully pinching her nipple and rolling it between your forefinger and thumb. It has an instantaneous effect on Rita; she rolls her hips under you, moving her hands briefly to your waist to pull you down tighter against her. If it were Sonny under you you’d be able to grind down on his cock, and you whine around Rita at the lack of contact.

You want to elicit another reaction like that from her, you want her to keep calling you a good girl, and so you switch your mouth to her other nipple, your fingers coming up to keep playing with the one slick with your spit. She resumes stroking your hair, moaning softly again when you let her feel the barest hint of your teeth.

“That’s it, kitten. Is she always this good for you, Sonny?” Rita coos, gasping quietly as you drag your teeth carefully against the sensitive flesh.

“Most of the time. She can be an absolute brat when she wants to be though,” Sonny tells her, trailing his hand up your leg to your thigh before giving your ass a quick, gentle smack.

“The spoiled little princess can be a brat for her daddy? Color me shocked,” Rita teases, gasping when you bite down a little harder on her nipple.

“Oh, I’m sorry, was that bratty of me?” you ask, smiling down at her. She guides your head impatiently back down to her breasts.

“Very. Am I going to have to ask Sonny to give you a spanking when I get you back to my place? Or should I just do it myself?”

“I’m a spoiled brat, remember? I want both,” you huff before taking her nipple back in your mouth and sucking hard. Imagining the two of them taking turns to spank you has you trying to find a way to grind down against Rita, your cunt clenching around nothing as you fail to find anything to rut against. Rita laughs and grabs your ass with both hands, squeezing tightly before smacking both cheeks a little harder than Sonny had, groaning as you continue to suck.

“You’re a spoiled brat--fuck that’s good, good girl use those teeth just like that--I don’t know that you should get either if you want them so much.” You whine around her nipple at the threat and rock yourself hard against her, missing how useful Sonny’s cock would be right now but loving the feel of how soft and comfortable she is between your legs. You spare a thought for all the missed opportunities behind you when you could have been doing this for years but decide that you’d rather your first time be with a woman like her. Doing this just like this.

Since she’s already mostly naked underneath you, and since this is supposed to be a night of exploration anyways... You give a final nibble to her and lift your head up to find her already watching you, a slight smirk playing over her lips. You blush.

“Rita?”

“Yes, precious?” You clear your throat and drag your fingers along her chest, stroking under and over her breasts and tracing her collarbones like they’re the most fascinating things you’ve ever seen in your life.

“Rita, could I--Do you think that I could maybe try eating you out? Please?”

Her smirk widens and Rita strokes up your sides with her long graceful fingers.

“If you’d like, I certainly have no objections, sweet girl.” You smile brightly at her and lean down to kiss her again, tracing her lips with your tongue this time and sighing happily when she opens her mouth to meet you. You hold her head between your hands and tangle your fingers in her hair, enjoying just kissing her for a few more seconds before parting from her and sitting back up.

“So, should I just…?” you ask, shrugging at her uncertainly and making a vague gesture to the bed behind you. Rita raises an eyebrow.

“Why don’t I sit on the edge of your bed and you can kneel between my legs. I think that might be easier for you if you’re already used to giving Sonny head like that,” she suggests, making it sound like anything but. She sits up with you still straddling her lap and runs a nail down your spine, smiling smugly at the shiver that follows her finger. She leans in close and kisses you once more before smacking your thigh and indicating that you should climb off.

You shuffle off the bed and stand stark naked in front of the two of them as Rita repositions herself. Sonny’s eyes keep flicking between the two of you and you twist your fingers nervously in front of you before realizing what you’re doing and quickly pulling your hands behind your back. At least she won’t see your fidgeting that way.

Once Rita is sitting on the side of your bed, her hands behind her and propping her up, she nods down at her lap.

“Ready whenever you are.” You look at Sonny a little desperately as you kneel at her feet and slide forward, grabbing her knees and pushing her legs apart enough so you have room to settle between them. Her silk underwear is noticeably darker at the crotch and that sends a proud jolt right to your brain. No matter how terrible you turn out to be at this, at least she’s enjoyed some aspect of the night’s proceedings so far.

Sonny sits up and slides off the bed, coming up close behind you and kissing the side of your neck.

“Oh she’s wet already, isn’t she?” he whispers in your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you lightly. Rita must have heard him, he wasn’t being that quiet, but she gives no indication of embarrassment at what he pointed out or the fact that two people are staring at her just waiting to finish stripping her bare. God, if that had been you you would have died of mortification already. Instead she continues to look down at you like she doesn’t have a care in the world.

“Take her underwear off,” Sonny instructs. “Slowly.” Swallowing you nod and reach up to touch her waistband, slipping your fingers underneath and tugging slightly. She lifts her hips up without prompting and, thanking every god you can think of, you manage to strip her without too much awkwardness or fumbling. You turn back to her and spread her legs wider, getting your first glimpse of her.

She’s waxed bare and glistening, completely unselfconscious and you’re breathless, leaning against Sonny not really sure what you want to do first now that you’re actually presented with the opportunity. You lick your lips and sigh, sitting up and leaning a little closer to press a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh, looking up at her to see if you’re doing this right. She smiles down at you and pets your hair. Smiling against her skin you take a breath and lick a long strip up her cunt.

The only thing you can really think to do is close your eyes and moan. Loudly.

She tastes amazing. Feels amazing. Smells amazing. Rita is just amazing, and the way she buries her fingers in your hair only encourages you to take another breath and lick again. You hear a sharp intake of breath from above you just as you feel a short pull on your hair and you open your eyes to see that Rita has thrown her head back and bitten her bottom lip. Her neck is long and graceful and gorgeous like that, just like the rest of her, and you scramble trying to think of something else to do that will elicit that and maybe an even better response out of the older woman.

You set about cleaning off all the slick that is already at her cunt while you think of what to do next, wracking your brain and suddenly realizing with something close to panic that you have forgotten everything that you know feels good and that you like. You flatten your tongue as you lick her smooth skin and desperately reach behind you with one hand to pat at Sonny’s side. He takes your hand and asks, breath teasingly soft against your ear,

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” You don’t want to stop, you don’t want to lift your mouth away from her, but you want to impress her so fiercely that with one last long lick you do so and ask quietly,

“Do I just… keep doing that?” You wish you didn’t sound so ridiculous, you wish that you had gone into this with a game plan so that, inexperience or not, you at least looked competent in front of her, but you did and you hadn’t and now you’re obscenely grateful that Sonny is there behind you to cover for this hopefully temporary glitch in your memory.

“Yeah,” he whispers, shuffling closer. “And maybe try sucking on her clit. You got this, baby, once you get into a groove you’re gonna love it I swear. Fuck, eating a woman out is amazing, trust me.” He kisses the side of your head quickly and you let go of his hand, bringing both of yours back to her thighs again and pressing a kiss to Rita’s clit. You look up to watch her reactions as you lick gently over the small bud and then suck it between your lips.

“Fuck,” she gasps, fingers tighenting dramatically in your hair and her eyes popping open to meet yours. “Fuck, precious girl, just like that.” You smile around her clit and suck a few more times before lightening up the pressure and just flicking your tongue over it a few times. Feeling a little bolder the longer Rita clearly is enjoying what you’re doing you gently scrape your teeth against her clit.

She groans deeply and you watch proudly as her eyes flicker shut. Sonny squeezes his arms around you.

“She somehow looks even more fucking gorgeous like this, doesn’t she?” You nod and pull off her clit, licking again around her cunt. “That’s one of my favorite things about eating you out,” he confesses. “How hot you look when I’m on my knees between your legs.”

You and Rita both shiver at his words and you dip your tongue briefly inside of her, chasing every new taste as it explodes across your tastebuds. You moan lewdly against her, pushing your tongue in further as Sonny holds you close.

“And you were worried you weren’t going to be good at this. You’re doing so well sweetheart, look how much Rita’s enjoying this,” he murmurs, and you nearly swoon when you look up. Rita has her head thrown back again, the elegant line of her neck on display as she bites her lip, trying not to moan too loudly at the feeling of your tongue inside her. “You can pull her hair, Rita, she loves that.”

Rita’s fingers sink into your hair and you reward her testing tug with an obscene sound against her cunt. It makes her pull tighter, her nails dragging lightly against your scalp. Behind you, Sonny plasters his chest against your back, his cock pressing insistently against your ass. He must be painfully hard but he makes no move to take care of himself or divert your attention onto him; he is truly satisfied just sharing this experience with you.

It only makes you love him more, makes you want him more, and you grind back against him as you start tracing messy circles around Rita’s clit.

“Fuck, should I use my fingers?” you suddenly ask between laps of your tongue. Sonny takes one of your hands in his and sucks briefly on your index finger, wetting it with his spit.

“Start with that,” he tells you before wrapping his arms tightly around you again. Rita gasps as you find her entrance and gently dip your finger in up to the first knuckle.

“Oh, good girl,” she murmurs as you rock your finger deeper into her, her hips canting upwards when your fingertip continues inching further. “Crook your finger, kitten, that’s it. Fuck, right there--” She groans, her fingers tightening in your hair. You wrap your lips around her clit again, sucking in time with the press of your fingertip against that spongy bundle of nerves inside her.

“I’ll tell you a secret, precious.” Rita hisses as you let her feel the barest touch of your teeth against her clit again. “If you were to play with that spot in just the right way I’d squirt all over your pretty face.” You feel like the floor has dropped out from under you and Sonny makes a choked noise behind you. “No pressure though, sweet girl, not on your first try.”

You want to whine in protest and ask what it would take; she can’t tantalize you by telling you that she can squirt, something you had been fairly sure only happened in porn until right this moment, and then tell you not to worry about it. You know she’s right, know that you’ll consider yourself lucky if you even make her come at all on your first try, but still. Your cunt clenches around nothing again and you let go of her clit abruptly.

“Can we move?” you ask, looking up at Rita pleadingly. “Want Sonny to fuck me while I eat you out.” Leaning back against Sonny, you keep fucking Rita with your finger as you kiss Sonny, letting him taste her on your tongue. “Please, daddy? Need you.” Sonny doesn’t answer straight away, moaning against your lips as he dips his tongue into your mouth, chasing the tang of Rita’s slick.

“Fuck-- kneel up on the bed for me, baby,” Sonny manages eventually, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Rita shudders when you pull your finger carefully out of her, before shifting back up the bed to make room for you and Sonny. You both stand and Sonny twirls you around, grabbing your arms and tugging you against him for another long deep kiss.

You clutch his forearms tightly so you don’t fall over as he pushes you against the bed, licking into your mouth.

“My what an eager boy you are,” Rita observes, clearly amused. Sonny finally lets you go and gives you a gentle little shove onto the bed, watching as you crawl closer to Rita grinning at him before bending over and presenting yourself.

“Don’t distract me, Sonny,” you ask him, biting your tongue between your teeth coyly. “I still have to make Rita come.” You watch as Sonny strips his tight boxer briefs off, the wet spot on the front of them large and very noticeable now, and tosses them carelessly aside.

Sonny rolls his eyes playfully at you before knocking your legs further apart and running two fingers down your cunt from front to back, gathering your slick and spreading it down his angrily red cock. You shudder and turn back to Rita, smiling at her and kissing both thighs before putting your mouth back to work at her clit.

You’ve just gotten back to a good rhythm of thrusting your tongue inside her and using your nose to bump against her clit when Sonny grabs your hip with one hand and pushes inside you with only his anticipatory groan as a warning.

You whimper against Rita’s cunt and her fingers tug sharply at your hair.

“Fuck, pretty girl, make that noise again, that felt so good.” Sonny is seated fully and deeply inside of you and is hovering over your back, panting and trying to give you time to adjust. He gives a gentle flick of his hips and you both moan when your cunt clenches around his cock. Rita sighs happily and scratches at your scalp.

“Good girl, just like that.”

Sonny slides most of his cock out of you and pauses, giving you just enough time to bring up your finger and suck on it briefly before finding Rita’s cunt again. Sonny shoves his cock back in with enough force to push your finger back inside of Rita and both of you moan a little louder than is probably smart at the unexpected force of the intrusion. She’s warm and snug around your finger and you give a gentle push, hoping to get another sound like that out of her.

The pace Sonny sets is distracting, but hard enough that once real concentration becomes a serious problem you can latch onto Rita’s clit with your lips, crook your finger inside of her, and let the force of Sonny’s thrusts do a lot of the work for you.

She’s getting wetter and wetter against your face and you shiver when you feel how wet your chin is getting. Sonny’s groans and deep, pleased rumbles above you are familiar and comforting and a perfect contrast to the new and exciting and nerve wracking experience that is eating a woman out for the first time. And not just any woman. Rita fucking Calhoun. You sigh against her cunt.

Fuck, she might have ruined other women for you entirely. And right now that thought really does not bother you in the slightest.

You’re panting against her and about a minute away from coming when you notice her breath is starting to get erratic and her hips are shifting under you. You glance up and the sweat that’s beading on her neck and her collarbone shines in the light from the lamp across the room and the streetlights outside the window. She looks ethereal and perfect and it takes you an embarrassingly long few seconds to realize that she’s so restless because she’s about to come as well. You grin and return to the task at hand with renewed vigor, nipping and sucking on her clit like your life depends on it, moaning at the taste of her as it spills into your mouth. You bring your middle finger up to her entrance and pause, before deciding to go for it and push that inside of her as well.

You almost miss the surprised noise she makes because Sonny’s cock hits that same spot in you that you've been working on so diligently in Rita and you see stars as you keen against the lawyer in your mouth. She’s tight around your fingers, you know you’re tight around Sonny’s cock, fuck, this was the best idea you’ve had in forever.

Rita’s fingers tug harder at your hair, holding your head in place with her clit in your mouth. Her nails drag against your scalp as she gasps, her hips juddering underneath you. Sonny slows his pace a little once he notices the tight grip Rita has on your hair, evidently not wanting to hurt your neck.

“Fuck, just like that kitten, stay there--” She cuts herself off with a soft moan, her cunt tightening around your fingers as she teeters on the edge of an orgasm. You feel her body tense under you and look up to see her head thrown back, and before you can process how gorgeous she looks, her thighs are quivering around your head and more of her slick floods your tongue as she comes. She makes soft, breathless little sounds as she grinds her hips against your face and fingers, holding your head still. As though you’d ever pull away from her like this.

Behind you, Sonny starts to move faster again, with hard thrusts that drag the head of his cock against that spot inside of you every time. You feel Rita shake underneath you as Sonny’s pace forces your fingers to keep moving. She gasps sharply, her nails scratching satisfyingly at your scalp, as you moan loudly against her cunt. It’s too much, being pinned between them like this with Rita’s hands pulling at your hair and Sonny’s clutching tightly at your hips, and you never want it to end.

A pathetic whine escapes you when Rita lets go of your hair and shuffles back a little further on the bed until her cunt is just out of your reach. You want to move forwards and keep going but Sonny’s tight grip on your hips keeps you still.

“Let me breathe, sweet girl,” Rita teases, lounging back against your pillows as she watches you and Sonny intently. “You did so well.” The praise practically makes you want to purr. Eager for more, you put the two fingers that are still covered in Rita’s slick in your mouth and moan around them.

“Such a perfectly filthy pair, aren’t you?” You can’t reply; you’re too distracted by Sonny’s cock and Rita’s taste to think of anything clever and too breathless to speak.

“You turned out to be quite the little prodigy at this didn’t you, precious?” she asks, jostling her leg and bouncing your head that’s still resting on it.

“And Sonny, such a pretty, dirty boy you are, getting off on your girlfriend eating another woman out. Was it directing her how to do it or the sight of her tongue in my cunt that really excited you?” Sonny groans above you and the thrust of his hips start getting sloppier.

“Such a sweet boy, have you ever had any toys up that cute ass of yours? Because I would love to take a pretty boy like you for a ride.” You can hear the smirk in her voice as you close your eyes and moan, digging your nose into her thigh as Sonny grunts and pulls you tighter against him. “If your lovely girl wouldn’t mind that is. Though,” she pauses thoughtfully. “I suppose Rafa would be very angry with me if I didn’t leave that ass for him to despoil.”

You whimper at the thought and Sonny moans, his fingers digging a little harder into your hips and most likely leaving bruises for you to admire tomorrow. Your third orgasm of the night takes you by surprise and leaves you with your face buried against Rita’s thigh as you try not to make too much noise. Rita makes soft, soothing noises and pets your hair as you sob from the overstimulation.

“I should take the two of you back to my place. I have all sorts of toys that we can spend the evening using to get more acquainted with one another. I wouldn’t want you thinking that I normally leave such pretty girls unsatisfied with just three orgasms, darling.” Sonny makes a choked noise, barely audible over the obscene slap of skin against skin, his hips stuttering as he finally comes inside you.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Sonny murmurs from behind you, stroking your back as he grinds against you to ride out his orgasm for as long as possible. “So fucking good, such a good girl.” His long arms wrap around you, lifting you up a little so you can lie beside Rita as Sonny pulls out of you. He collapses on the bed next to you, his nose digging into your temple as he kisses your cheek.

“You’re so perfect. Was it everything you wanted?” he whispers, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he nuzzles against your hair.

“God, yes,” you sigh, leaning back into his touch as Rita props herself up on her elbow beside you. “It's your turn next.” You use what little energy you have left to roll over so you can kiss him, a lazy, messy kiss that makes you sigh contentedly. Rita runs her fingertips gently along your side, stopping when she gets to your hip.

“Have I worn the two of you out? Or should I call us a cab?” You could fall asleep just like this--take advantage of the rare opportunity to share a bed with Sonny without having to worry about his roommate or your parents waking you up. But you know that you’ll regret it if you don’t go with Rita to continue the night.

“Cab, please. We can go out the back way, nobody will see us.” You’re all too aware of how messy the three of you must look, a far cry from the perfectly coiffed and made up trio that had first come upstairs. When Rita slips out of bed to find her phone you tangle your fingers with Sonny’s.

“Love you, sweet girl,” he murmurs against your forehead, pressing a soft kiss there.

“I love you too. And I’m getting Rafael Barba for you if it’s the last thing I do.”

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Beautiful Sinner (Priest! Barba AU), Prologue & Ch. 1

Priest! Barba x f! reader | SVU au

Rating: NSFW for language, graphic smut, basic desecration of religious upbringing.

WC: 8.6K

AN: I am so going to hell. One way ticket for lil old me.

AN2: Big thanks to @beccabarba for reviewing and being my soundboard.

Prologue:

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been, It's been too long since my last confession.”

“Go ahead,” the voice behind the screen began. “Tell me your sins.”

You shivered at the tambor of the words spoken. And you know that your sins were also their sins.

“I'm not seeking penance for what I've done, Father. I'm asking forgiveness for what I'm about to do,” you clarified. Your voice was soft.

“That’s not how this works,” the familiar voice replied. “What exactly are you going to do?”

You let out a shaky breath and heat flushed your cheeks. You began to unbutton your blouse. “I think you already know, Father.”

— Ch. 1—

*six months earlier*

It was a blistering summer day in Manhattan, the sun beating down relentlessly, casting sharp shadows on towering skyscrapers. The pavement radiated intense heat, mirages shimmering above the asphalt street. The air was thick with a suffocating blend of exhaust fumes, unpicked garbage bags and urban heat. City dwellers sought refuge in shaded pockets, and the city seemed to pulsate with the collective desire for relief from the oppressive heat.

It also happened to be your first weekend in your new home-a nine-story walk up in Hudson Heights.

You received your pink slip and had to make the hard decision to move. Your aunt was subletting her apartment while she traveled across the Borneo rainforests. Transitioning to a more modest apartment was a challenging shift. You had to adapt to a different community vibe and recalibrate your lifestyle expectations. You had introverted tendencies but you tried to remain resilient, focusing on navigating this life change as a time to reset.

You opened the window and stuck your head out. Spanish music played outside loudly and the normally traffic filled street was closed, with people milling about. It was the annual block party for the neighborhood, with vendors and entertainment alike. The food smelled wonderful and your stomach growled in response. The sound of a knock on the door interrupted your thoughts. You ducked your head, making sure to avoid giving yourself a concussion. “Coming!” You called out as your bare feet padded the floor. You knew who it was - Maria, your next door neighbor who you met on move-in day. Maria was friendly with your aunt and you knew that she had promised your aunt that she’d keep an eye on you. She was close in age to you and immediately offered you a helping hand, helping you bring up boxes. You thanked her with pizza and beer and the two of you were on your way to becoming fast friends.

When Maria had texted you earlier in the week,” ‘Block party! Want to come with?’ it was an easy yes.

You opened the door and let Maria in. “Just need shoes and my bag. Help yourself if you want anything,” you called out, heading back towards your bedroom.

You heard your fridge open, the cacophonous sounds of beverages clanking together followed by the click and hiss of a can opening. Soon enough, you were both on your way.

–

Time flew and you found yourself really enjoying yourself. Eventually Maria had to leave - she was meeting her boyfriend and his sister to head into Queens to catch the Mets game.

You were still beyond hot, the humidity was thick, almost choking you. You pulled out a claw clip from your bag and pinned your hair up. Just even having the damp strands off the nape of your neck provided some, albeit, minimal relief. In that moment, you missed your pixie cut from years prior.

The local fire department had opened the fire hydrant and there was a gaggle of kids playing in the water. You looked at the water longingly before you internally said ‘fuck it,’ and ran through the open fire hydrant. The force of the water was stronger - and colder - than you had anticipated and you let out a shriek. You ran through it once more - this time not as close to the hydrant - enjoying the water washing over your overheated skin. Sufficiently cooled off, you continued on your way through the neighborhood.

There was a generalized area with a tent set up for community outreach. Curiosity piqued, you moseyed on over. You picked up a pamphlet - St. Blaise Church. You were religious as a child, it was as how your parents raised you. As an adult, you found yourself straying away, not agreeing with the church’s ideals which contradicted your more liberal beliefs. Sometimes, though, you found yourself missing it - especially during Christmas and Easter, when the congregation would meet up together in mass throngs. There was something about community that made you wistful.

“Interested in the Church?” a voice questioned. You looked up and you locked eyes with a handsome man. That was an understatement. He was obscenely good looking. Almost as if it hurt to look at him straight on. You felt a jolt straight to your core. No one should look as good as he did.

He took your breath away with his green eyes and thick, fitted build. His hair was dark with flecks of gray at the temples. His salt and pepper beard neatly framed his jawline. The man gave you a smile, his eyes crinkling. Crow's feet gracefully fanned out from the corners of his eyes, evidence of a life rich in laughter and stories. Dressed in comfortable yet stylish summer attire, he exuded a casual sophistication. He wore a fitted polo with fitted shorts that were borderline criminal. The polo was slightly unbuttoned, which allowed for a hint of chest hair along sun-kissed skin to peek through. Immediately your brain went to the gutter.

“Miss?”

You blinked. It was as if your brain broke and you had no idea as to how to respond. He raised a brow and inwardly you melted, feeling warmth bloom through you.

“Uh, sorry. The heat is just getting to me,” Nervous laughter accompanied your lame excuse.

“No worries, it happens to the best of us. I’m Rafael Barba.” He offered his hand and you took it. As you shook his hand, warmth bloomed through you.

He offered you a beer from a cooler and you happily accepted. And over beer, you find yourself enamored with every word from his lips. You suspected Rafael was involved with the church with how passionately he spoke about it. And when he invited you to attend the Adult Fellowship group after Sunday’s mass, you found yourself agreeing.

“...the fellowship hour following the Liturgy provides opportunities to develop friendships, meet parishioners or simply exchange information of mutual interest. There are monthly birthday celebrations and seasonal events, such as Christmas and Easter parties, as well as a spring picnic. We are always looking for more—”

Rafael’s cell rang and he apologized before excusing himself. You nodded and rocked on your heels, once again taking in the scene before you as you finished your beer.

This new neighborhood was already looking up.

—

As Rafael took the call, he couldn’t help but turn around to look at you once more. His eyes raked over your form, fully drinking you in. He swallowed hard, and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. He could feel a slight stirring in his pants, and furiously shook his head.

‘No,’ his brain argued. ‘No.’

He was not being turned on right now. Rafael tried to push the thought away and turned his attention back to the phone.

After the Householder case and resigning from the D.A.’s office, Rafael decided he needed to get away from it all. He spent the next three months holed up in his apartment, avoiding anyone and everyone.

Even if he didn’t want to - there was no one who would understand what he did. His mother was horrified and stopped talking to him. He received more than one gloating, sneering call from the recidivist he should have blocked — Alex Muños. Even Yelina spurned him.

He was truly alone.

So what was an acquitted, former ADA to do?

He prayed.

He had lapsed from religion. After working in the DA’s office and seeing all the especially heinous, depraved, evil out there - he was convinced there was no God.

He couldn’t explain why he did what he did - he did what he had to. Something called him to do it.

Was it God? Was it the Devil?

He wasn’t sure. So he prayed some more.

And then one night it came to him. The calling from God.

After a lengthy period of hemming and hawing, weighing the pros and cons, he contacted the local diocesan vocational director and began the requisite training. That training looked like pre-theology for 2 years followed by a tenure at a major seminary where he studied languages—some of which he already knew -Latin, Spanish, Greek. He also took graduate level studies in theology, including Doctrine, Canon Law, Church History, Scripture, and Liturgy.

He called St. Blaise’s home for three years. He found joy in community and spreading the Gospel. He gave to the community as much as he could possibly give. He thought it would be weird - that people would recognize him and call him a baby killer. And if they did - they never did it to his face. Rather, the community embraced him.

He was still busy as ever - mass was everyday, there were funerals, baptisms and weddings. He did outreach with the youth and began a fellowship for parishioners who were in a similar age cohort. Having saved quite a penny as an ADA, he lived off his savings. A priest’s salary was meager and he still had to pay taxes. So his salary sat in another account which went towards that.

The summer block party was an annual event, but very nubile - only in its third year. It’s where he felt he could give most back and the community could truly come together.

He hadn’t felt an attraction to any form of secular life in ages.

Until you just now.

He could use the excuse that he was a man after all. A man who used to be sexually active with both men and women alike. But before you, he was able to steer his thoughts away and put that energy into something else for the betterment of the church and community.

And then you came along, soaking yourself as you sprinted through a pump before going back for more.

His eyes traveled over you again. You were soaked, the material of your clothing sticking to you. Your tank top - now sheer - showing off your nipples which were diamond hard due to the combination of the cold water and air.

‘Fucking hell, get a grip.’

But he turned around to get yet another look, while yes’ing the person on the phone. His eyes trailed over the shorts you wore, perfectly molded to your ass and thighs. The rest of your legs were equally toned and for a split second, he could imagine them wrapped around his hips.

‘Oh for fuck’s sake.’

He wanted to talk to you more but this phone call ate up his time. Finally after what seemed like forever, he was free again. He decided at that moment, he needed to clear his head, so he sat back down and willed his cock to deflate. He closed his eyes and was about to cover his face with a hat when you interrupted him again.

“So what’s a lapsed Catholic to do if she wants to rejoin the church?”

Rafael lifted the hat off his face and sat fully. He cocked a brow. “Well, you can start by coming to mass tomorrow.”

“I suppose,” you sighed. “It’s been awhile.”

“How long is a while?” Rafael inquired gently. He gave you a kind smile. You looked away, embarrassed. Heat flooded your cheeks.

“Years,” you supplied.

Rafael nodded and then cocked his head. “Are you familiar with the parable about Jesus and the lost sheep?”

You nodded. “I’m the one that Jesus is looking for?”

Rafael nodded. “Maybe. But what about coming to mass first and checking it out before making any commitments?”

You nodded again. “I’ll think about it.”

“Hey stranger! Long time no see!” a familiar voice called out, interrupting the conversation.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned to see Maria, now accompanied by her boyfriend.

“I thought you were going to the city,” you asked, chucking your beer in the garbage can next to you.

“Changed our minds. Plus Robbie’s sister is being a little bitch.”

That earned a ‘hey!’ from Robbie before he acquiesced. “Yeah, she is being a little bitch.”

You turned back around but Rafael was nowhere to be seen. You looked at the pamphlet once more before folding it and tucking it away for later.

“I cannot believe you spoke to Fr. Barba like that,” Maria continued.

“Wait - what? He’s a priest?”

Maria nodded. She then pointed to your still soaked appearance. “You can see your tits through your tanktop. Wrong day to not wear a bra. You look like you could win a wet-tshirt contest.”

You felt your cheeks grow hot in embarrassment as you looked down and realized Maria was in fact correct.

“Probably thanked God - that celibate life must be rough,” Robbie laughed. “He’s been a priest for how long? I can’t imagine not having sex.”

You weren’t listening though, too consumed in your embarrassment and attraction. Of course the hottest man on the planet is a fucking priest. ‘And of course I would basically flash him.’

Later that evening at home, you poured some kibble in a bowl for your cat and heated up a quick meal. As you waited for your food to finish, you rifled through your closet for something to wear to church. Your eyes landed on a sundress that you knew was probably much too short for church. You frowned and kept looking until you found the perfect outfit.

You told Maria that you were going to attend mass. You had already promised the hot priest you’d come to the fellowship group. If you didn’t show, then you would be a liar, and you couldn’t lie to a priest - right?

—

The following morning you found yourself at church with Maria.

“I want to sit up in the front,” you whined as the both of you shuffled into the pew.

“I’m too hungover to sit in the front,” Maria grumbled. “You think I can get away with leaving my sunglasses on?”

You rolled your eyes. “This is probably the one mass you can get away with that shit,” you replied before slapping your mouth with your palm. “I didn’t mean to curse, shit, oh no, God damnit!”

Maria laughed at your foul mouthed word salad. “You can confess to Fr. Barba after.”

The organ began to play and you stood. You motioned to Maria to stand and she ignored you, instead choosing to rest her head on the back of the bench of the pew in front of her. You watched as the altar servers carried in the items needed for mass - Cross, the processional candles, incense and Bible. Your eyes followed as Fr. Barba walked behind. He wore green vestments and you vaguely recalled that the color of the robes indicated where you were along in the church calendar.

Mass went as typically as you remembered. You sang from the hymnal, prayed along the congregation, and actually listened to the homily instead of daydreaming about being anywhere else. Fr. Barba was straightforward, discussing Jesus’ anger.

“Paul commands us in Ephesians 4:26, be angry and do not sin; don’t let the sun set on your anger. I’ve heard a lot of sermons on the “but do not sin” part: anger can give opportunity to the devil and birth all manner of hell in relationships. I’ve also heard a lot of sermons on the “do not let the sun go down on your anger.” But I haven’t heard any sermons on these two words: be angry.”

Fr. Barba paused before continuing. “Be angry. As we look upon a world of injustice and abuse, even in the church, we can learn how to be angry in love together. And we learn this the way Paul did: from Jesus. Jesus got angry. Regularly. And we see a pattern in his anger: whenever someone vulnerable or powerless suffered injustice at the hands of the strong and powerful, Jesus opposed this injustice with loving anger.”

The Liturgy of Word concluded and then transitioned into the Liturgy of the Eucharist. You watched intently as he performed prayers and rites in Latin that had existed for thousands of years.

It was time for Communion but you didn’t feel up to receiving. So instead, you just watched. As you scanned the church, your eyes locked with Rafael’s. He was watching you, a frown on his face. You felt your cheeks grow hot once more and you turned away out of embarrassment.

Mass concluded shortly after. The fellowship hour was immediately afterwards, held in the basement of the church. Maria had zero interest in attending so you parted ways before heading down. The smell of incense and something very “churchly” permeated in the air as you walked down the dimly lit stairs.

The basement was as expected, acoustic tile ceiling, fluorescent lights, that unique slight churchy smell, boxes of various items, beige metal folding chairs, long tables, pillars in the middle of the room holding up the sanctuary one floor up. There was a life-size nativity in the back, with a Joseph whose hand was broken and an unfortunate beheaded sheep statue. Someone was setting up a coffee maker and someone else was plating store-bought cupcakes.

You chit-chatted with some congregants, majority of whom you met at the block party.

As you made a cup of coffee, you were unaware of Fr. Barba entering the room. It was only when you heard his voice and the sound of people shuffling to sit. You turned, sipping your coffee as you did so. No, Fr. Barba was no longer in those ceremonial robes that hid away everything. Instead, he wore fitted dark denim with a black shirt and his collar.

Your eyes tracked him as you continued to speak with others. You made sure to glance back to the folks you were speaking with - implying you were listening when you really weren’t. You watched as he moved easily through the room, greeting people, making jokes. What a waste of good looks.

People began to slowly sit, the chatting quietly winding down. Eventually, you took a seat. Everyone sat in a circle and you felt as if you were in an AA meeting.

“Welcome,” Fr. Barba began. “Thank you all for taking the time to come today.” He turned his gaze to you and stretched his arm in your direction. “We have a newcomer.” He gave you a small smile, his eyes crinkling in the corner.

You gave a small smile and waved, before introducing yourself.

There was a more in depth discussion of the readings from the mass. You hung onto every word Rafael said. Fr. Barba, Fr. Barba, Fr. Barba you chanted in your mind as if you were trying to ensure that stayed in your mind.

He’s a priest you told yourself. He’s Father - not Daddy.

—

You became a regular at church and also at the afternoon fellowship. You were usually quiet, opting to listen more so than anything. Today was different.

Fr. Barba asked the group to share their most favorite parts of scripture; he had anticipated the majority of responses - Genesis, one of the Gospels, Proverbs. Your comment made his stomach flip.

“I personally enjoy Song of Songs,” you offered. “It celebrates sexual love.”

“Jewish tradition reads it as an allegory of the relationship between God and Israel,” Fr. Barba offered.

“In Christianity, it is read as an allegory of Christand his bride, the Church,” you countered.

“I am my beloved’s, and his desire is for me,” Fr. Barba responded.

You flushed. “His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. It is an unabashedly sensuous, even at times quite erotic, paean to love,” you continued as you leafed through the Bible you held.

“No matter what interpretation you choose to believe, the book is a powerful and profound reminder of the beauty and depth of God’s love for us. It is a beautiful book that has been celebrated for centuries and one that can still bring joy and comfort to believers today.”

There was a pause and then Rafael clapped his hands. “I think that’s enough to stop for now. Thank you all for coming. I’ll see you all next week.”

You hung back, helping to clean up. Slowly the group dissipated, leaving you and Fr. Barba alone.

“You’re still here.” Fr. Barba’s voice was thick and dark. You shivered in response.

“I really enjoyed myself today,” you replied softly as you approached him. You closed the gap between you and him. You could press your hands to his chest if you wanted to.

Oh how you wanted to.

Your nipples strained against the confines of your top. You wanted to drop to your knees and show your worth - take another type of communion.

‘Behave,’ you told yourself.

“Did you now?”

His expressive, bright green eyes are now dark and stormy. His jaw is tight. You swallow hard.

“I don’t know what you’re playing at, but I won’t have it,” he continues. His voice is clipped and you shivered in response.

You shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m not playing at anything Father. I’ll see you next week.”

Rafael didn’t reply. He watched as you turned about and walked away with a deliberate sway of your hips. His eyes were focused on your ass. All he wanted to do in that moment was to haul you over a pew and spank your ass for your insolence. His cock ached and twitched in his pants.

You turned back towards him, a full smile gracing your face. “I’m really looking forward to being a member of this congregation.”

Once you were gone, Rafael sat down on a folded chair dismayed.

He was so screwed.

God almighty help him.

—

It was a delicate dance. There was a part of you that enjoyed toeing the line with Fr. Barba. And part of you felt a smidge guilty. But fuck, he was so beautiful it almost hurt to look at him.

As Fr. Barba. Well, you weren’t alone in the desperate want and lust you were feeling.

He played with you in his fantasies. He knew what he was getting into when he became a priest. He swore to God to not know another’s body. It was the least he could do considering he killed baby Drew.

He wasn’t supposed to have these kind of thoughts.

It had been so long and he was under your spell.

After the group meeting, he had to hustle back to his home - a small home attached to the rectory. He made quick work of removing his clothes. He hissed as grasped his aching cock. Stroke, stroke, stroke.

Self pleasure was also a no-no.

Masturbation involved lust. It’s to use another person for your own selfish pleasure. The person becomes an object and it denigrates their dignity as a human being.

When he was around you, he wanted to throw everything into the wind. The image of your soaked tits haunted him. He threw his head back as he continued to jerk himself. Desire. You made him fucking feral.

He imagined kissing you after the meeting the second you and him were alone.

His lips crushed against yours. He pressed your back against the wall, his knee parting your legs.

One hand tangled in your hair, his lips brushing against the sensitive spot of your skin.

It was as if you released a part of him that he had kept tucked away for so long.

He stripped away your top, before mouthing your tits before dropping to his knees. Your hand moved through his hair.

“Taste me,” you’d beg. You’d beg so nicely and who was he to deny his lamb?

He imagined grabbing your ass, pulling your dripping pussy to his mouth. You would drape a leg over his shoulder, grounding yourself hard against his mouth.

“Fuck, right there. Just like that.”

He would put his thumb on your clit, rubbing circles as he pushed his tongue inside, tasting, licking, and sucking.

“You like that?”

“Yes,” you’d moan. “Don’t stop. Oh God, I am going to come. Please, fuck me.”

He would undo his belt and drop his pants, grasping his cock in his hand. He’d rub the head of his cock along your folds, teasing you until neither one of you could stand it before burying himself deep inside of you.

“I want everything you’ve got. I want to feel it all.”

“Is that what my little lamb wants? To be fucked hard like a whore?”

“Yes,” you’d beg. “Please.”

“Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”

“Come for me little lamb,” he’d encourage. You’d fall apart at his words. He could imagine how your wet, soft, pussy would suck his cock in, deeper and deeper. He would imagine thrusting deep and hard, his cock dragging against your sweet spot. He’d come hard, deep inside of you, his come painting your walls.

In reality he grunted and groaned as his cock kicked. He came all over his hand and belly. He panted, waiting for his breath to even out.

‘Shit.’

—

It was a gloomy Tuesday morning as Rafael worked in his office. Homilies were a lot like closing arguments. Instead of trying to sway the jury, he had to connect with his congregants. Instead of evidence, it was the gospel.

He was distracted. His mind kept wandering to you. Were you some kind of a test for him?

You were under his skin. An itch that couldn’t be scratched. Or stroked. You had consumed his thoughts.

He tore the yellow sheet off the pad before crumpling it.

Rafael tried very hard to live a holy life, especially as he had known what life was like, could be like, outside of the church.

And until now, through God’s grace, he had done very well.

He looked at the time. Confession was to start soon. Confession wasn’t popular. Usually before the bigger high holidays, people would come in droves. But a regular, run of the mill Tuesday? Not a chance.

He had his regulars though, who would come without fail. They were long standing members of the community. Being bilingual was a big boost for the church.

Rafael put on his collar, and changed into dark slacks from jeans and then headed out.

—-

You peeked into the booth. Seeing that it was empty, you made your way in and sat down.

“Forgive me Father for I have sinned. It’s been… um, years since my last confession.”

Rafael was stunned. It was you.

‘Focus.’

You began with some menial, ordinary sins. Rafael focused on what you were saying, ignoring the throb of his cock.

“And, of course, this… all leads to the most wicked one.”

Rafael swallowed hard. “Go on.”

“I’ve been thinking about you.”

“Me?” Rafael questioned. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck.’ “What do you mean?”

“You’re so kind and thoughtful. I probably shouldn’t say this because it’s so inappropriate, but you’re so fucking handsome. And it’s resulted in some wicked behavior.”

“Wicked how?” His hands ball into fists before he grabs the tops of his thighs hard, trying to steel his thoughts.

“I— I’m sorry. I need to go.” You’re stammering over your words, your heart racing.

Rafael heard the panic in your voice and he frowned. The confessional creaked as you stood. Rafael was filled with an overwhelming need to get you to stay. “We all sin. Including myself. God made us imperfect and can he really get to be disappointed in us when we do imperfect things?”

“I— I’ve never felt the way I do about you with anyone else. And I am filled with despair about wanting what I can’t have,” you reply softly. “What can I do about this? Can I say 10 Hail Mary’s or something?”

You continue. “And can I be absolved if I don’t feel bad about what I’ve done or said in the past? They’re all things I wanted to do.”

Rafael wracked his mind on what to say.

And before he could, he heard you open the door and leave. He stood quickly and pushed open the curtain. But it was too late. You were already gone.

—

Sunday mass came like clockwork.

As Rafael led mass, he scanned the pews for you. He was disappointed when he didn’t see you. He saw your friend and he made a mental note to talk with her afterwards.

“Fr. Barba, great service,” Maria commented as she shook Fr. Barba’s hand.

“Thank you. I- I am glad you came. You had been coming with your friend—“

“Oh! You mean — yeah, she couldn’t come today. She had some stuff to take care of. She’s new to the area and I know she could really use the community support,” Maria replied. She looked past Rafael and smiled brightly. “Oh there she is!”

Maria called your name. Rafael turned around and he saw you across the street. You were dressed more conservatively and he felt a wave of disappointment.

You half jogged across the street and before Rafael knew it, you had materialized in front of him.

“Hi,” you greeted as you tucked your hair behind your ear. “Sorry to have missed mass.”

“It’s okay,” Rafael laughed. “It’s not like God is keeping tabs.”

You smiled. Maria turned to you. “Was just telling Fr. Barba how you could use some community.”

“Uh,” you blanched. “Yeah, something like that.”

“Well, help is always needed at the community center or food pantry,” Rafael offered. “Meet plenty of people that way.”

“Yeah, sure. I - I saw in the bulletin you were looking for someone to go over your books.”

Rafael shifted. “Um, I was looking more for a CPA—“

“Well you are in luck!” Maria hit your arm. “You’ve got your own CPA here.”

“I-I am not a CPA. I was treasurer of my sorority years ago,” you explained. “But I lost my job and I need money,” you shrugged. “That’s all.”

Rafael sighed and rubbed his neck. As much as Olivia was a bleeding heart, he was too, especially with his roots. “Um, stop by the rectory sometime next week and we can talk it through.”

You smiled brightly. “Oh that would be great! Really! Thank you.”

Rafael nodded. You turned to Maria. “We have to go. Reservations?”

Other congregants had started to line up to speak with Rafael. He turned towards the line, but not without glancing back, watching you walk away.

Rafael admired you from behind, appreciating how your jeans hugged you in all of the right places. A flash of heat coursed through him.

‘God damnit, what are you doing?’

—

You never came by. Or to mass. Rafael thought you might have had a change of heart. Perhaps your flirtation with religion had flamed out. He found himself longing to see you but also increasingly frustrated with himself. He busied himself as much as possible so that he couldn’t even think of you. You were the absolute last thing on his mind.

When you rapped on his door two and a half weeks later, Rafael was more than surprised. He was downright startled, like a horse with thunder. He had been knee deep in the church’s financial books.

“I’m sorry, I hope I am not intruding. I know it’s late.”

Rafael relaxed. “No, not at all. Please, come in, sit.”

You slunk in the chair with ease and eyed Rafael’s outfit. “You don’t look like a priest.”

Rafael arched a thick brow. “And what do I look like?”

“Like a regular guy. Someone I would meet at a bar,” you shrugged as you waved your arm as if to make a point. Rafael was wearing dark jeans with a button down, sleeves rolled up and brown brogues.

Rafael laughed. “Well, there was a point in my life where you would have found me there. Speaking of bars, would you care for a drink?”

“I thought priests could only drink church wine.”

Rafael laughed again. “No, no, we can drink more than church wine.” You heard the clatter of glass and the sound of liquid pouring. “Here,” Rafael turned to you, his arm outstretched, holding a lowball glass with amber liquid. “Macallan 18.”

You took it from him and swirled the liquid before sniffing. You closed your eyes as you took a sip. You hummed, pleased. “This is good. Dangerously good.” You took another sip. “Oh this goes down way too easy.”

‘I bet my cock will go down easy.’

Rafael coughed and shook his head. “Uh, yeah, it does.” He took a large swallow of his glass and then poured himself another glass.

“You’re wondering why I’m here now. Instead of two weeks ago.”

Rafael perched himself on the corner of his desk. “I am.”

“I wish I had a reason that made sense, but I don’t. The truth is…” you glanced around the office and it became very apparent that the room was decorated more like a legal office than what you assumed an office in a church would be like.

“The truth is?” Rafael prodded.

You stood and started walking around the room. Your hand trailed the spines of the stacks of books lined up. It was then when you spotted the law degree in the corner.

“Wait - you are a lawyer? And a priest? How does that work?”

“Was,” Rafael clarified, before taking a long sip of his drink. “Was a lawyer.”

“You don’t practice anymore?”

“No,” Rafael shook his head. “Not anymore.”

You walked up to the bar cart and poured yourself another drink. You took the chair and pulled it until you were sitting directly in front of Rafael. “Tell me.”

Hours passed. Rafael unloaded everything on you - his time at SVU, baby Drew, the why to choose a life of faith.

And that bottle of Macallan?

You stood very close to Rafael. Your hands pressed on his chest. You swayed slightly and Rafael placed his hands on your hips, steadying you.

“Hire me. I’m really good with numbers.”

Rafael’s eyes narrowed. “We aren’t going to have sex.”

You scoffed, before almost losing your footing. Rafael’s hands gripped your hips tightly. “Who said anything about us having sex?”

“Do you think I don’t realize what game you’re playing?”

“Game? I’m not playing a game. I need a job.”

“Don’t play dumb.”

You rolled your eyes. “I am not. Besides, do you even know how?”

Rafael pushed you away slightly. “Did you not just hear the story of my life?”

“That doesn’t answer my question, Father.”

“The how?”

You walked back and closed the gap between you and him. “Yeah. The how. To fuck.”

Rafael’s eyes darken. He cupped your face and you leaned into his palm. He slowly walked around and behind you. He dropped his mouth to your ear. “I know how to fuck. I’ve fucked plenty. Men. Women. I know how to make someone come.”

A rumble emanated from Rafael’s chest. You spun on your heels and looked up at him. Rafael loomed over you, your eyes growing wide. Your breath hitched. “Is that so?”

Your faces were inches apart. You were breathing each other's air, growing dizzy over the shared breath. Your heart was thumping and you were so needy in that moment you thought you were going to burst.

“Little lamb, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

You let out a whine. “Please.”

Rafael lifted your chin with his finger. Your eyes searched his before settling on his lips. His beautiful pink lips that you knew they knew how to kiss. And lick. And fuck. And make someone come.

“You’re a good priest Father Barba,” you whispered. “But you’re also a good man. And doesn’t a good man deserve a little indulgence every now and then?”

The tension in the room was thick, the air electric. You almost felt moved to tears in the desperate way you wanted him. And he wanted you.

The sound of sirens blaring broke the spell. You both jumped apart. You both stared at each other. Rafael couldn’t help but notice that you were flushed, and that flush was making its way down. You worried your bottom lip.

“It’s late,” you rushed. “I’m sorry I’ve wasted your time.”

You spun on your heels and was about to dash out the door when Rafael gripped your wrist, pausing you in the middle of the door.

You looked back up at him with wide eyes.

“You start Monday,” Rafael gruffed. You nodded, unable to say anything.

You managed to squeak out an ‘okay.’ And before you realized it, the door was shut in your face.

—

Your first week was completely uneventful. As is the next. And the week after. You’re the epitome of well behaved and professional much to Rafael’s relief.

That still didn’t mean he didn’t imagine kissing you and then some. Or how when you leaned over his desk, he didn’t imagine lifting up your skirt and plowing into you. Or that when you chewed on your pen cap, he didn’t imagine his cock between your plump, soft lips.

Under the collar, he still was very much a man.

And you didn’t let him forget it. He lost track of the amount of times he had to get himself off. And still it didn’t nothing to quell the ache for you.

You threw yourself into the work and you actually found it quite fulfilling. You made plenty of friends and found yourself volunteering in other parts of the church - like working at the food pantry or singing as part of the church choir.

Summer ebbed into Fall. The air grew cooler. The days started to grow shorter and the leaves, once a vibrant green, were now tinged with yellow and orange, painting the city in a fiery palette.

You were working in the rectory that morning. When Myra, the arthritic receptionist, ended up in the hospital with pneumonia, you eagerly took over the job. You were busy enough with church duties as it was but it made sense for you to take over.

Utilizing your skills from past work experience, you ended up bringing St. Blaise into the 21st century thanks to Intuit and Microsoft.

Since you started, the more Rafael was able to get to know you. In turn, the more he wanted you. He did everything in his power to not even look at you for too long, at least when you were not not looking. It was hard - but Rafael was a glutton for punishment. Being around you made Rafael addicted.

It did seem as if you heeded his words - you were the utmost professional. You did such a good job that Rafael wondered if maybe he had misread the signals altogether and that one night was just the booze.

Then one particular evening, Rafael saw you walking with Maria, her boyfriend, and another gentleman. He didn’t want to stop and say hi - if anything he wanted to avoid it altogether and cross the street but you and him made eye contact. It would have been too awkward to avoid you by that point. It ended with the five of you at the local watering hole - where this gentleman who had his arm wrapped around you. Rafael didn’t enjoy how jealousy washed over him - he knew he did not have any right to you, or your body. And he would never be - you were never together like that.

You were waiting at the bar, ordering another round when Rafael joined you. You looked over at him and gave a small smile.

“So you’re on date then?”

You looked at him incredulously. “Rafael—“

“You live here, you can go on any dates and with whom.”

“He’s just— you and I— we never…

The bartender arrived with your drinks. You went to pay, but Rafael stopped you. “I got it.”

“Don’t you have to take a vow of poverty?” you asked as you grabbed some of the drinks. Rafael grabbed the remainder and the two of you walked back to the booth.

“One of the most common misconceptions about the Catholic priesthood is that all priests take a vow of poverty. In fact, most do not. Diocesan priests do not even make vows, they make “promises” of obedience to their bishop: chastity and to pray the Liturgy of the Hours. Vows, on the other hand, are typically made by members of religious orders, such as Franciscans, Benedictines, Dominicans, etc.”

You nodded. “Got it.”

You walked ahead of Rafael, a sway in your hips as you did so. Rafael’s eyes narrowed and he sucked in a breath as he followed, exhaling slowly.

When your date - Eric - as he later learned - began mouthing off about theology and religion, Rafael rolled his eyes. Still, he wasn’t going to let himself get bested and using the skills he acquired from all the cross examinations he had ever done, basically annihilated the other guy. You snickered behind the glass of your drink but Rafael saw it and felt his chest puff.

At one point - Eric whispered something in your ear. Whatever he said was enough to make you blush and shift in your seat, smiling to yourself like you had a secret. Rafael didn’t miss it at all and he felt himself stiffen and his jaw tighten. Your eyes met once more, and you witnessed the visceral reaction he was having, saw that little flex of his jaw and the way his eyes glittered with something primal and possessive. You could see that part of him would gladly punch Eric, and even as Rafael’s eyes locked with yours, he didn't hide it. Briefly, the kind and generous priest was all gone. Even the smart and sassy lawyer was superseded: you saw the man, capable of lust and jealousy. Over you. The thought of inspiring those feelings in him made heat pool in your body, and you squeezed your thighs together. His eyes registered your expression: you were certain he knew how you felt.

By end of the night, you went to hug him good night but Rafael dodged you. You frowned and bid him adieu as he dipped his head in acknowledgement. Rafael continued to head home - and had he turned around, he would have seen you still standing, watching him.

Another week went by.

The pounding on the door stirred Rafael awake. He looked over at the clock - it was a little after midnight. A breeze blew through, causing a chill to run through his body.

He tugged a t-shirt on and groused that he was on his way.

Rafael was not expecting to see you.

“Father,” you greeted. There was a very large bottle of Macallan in your hand. Your eyes trailed over the very sleepy priest in front of you. His hair was askew and he looked adorable. You swallowed at his tight white shirt and low slung gray sweats.

“What is going on?” Rafael asked. He reached in his pocket for his glasses.

“Fancy a chat about my existential crisis?” You thrusted the bottle of scotch into his arms and walked in, pushing slightly past him.

Rafael got a whiff of your shampoo and it sent all blood straight immediately to his cock. He looks back outside and satisfied not seeing anyone else, closes the door behind him. “Existential crisis?”

“Do you have any glasses?” You ask, ignoring his question, as you look around. You hadn’t ever been inside a priest’s dwelling and you were surprised at how normal it appeared.

“Wow.” You stopped misstep and looked around. “This is not what I expected.”

Rafael rubbed his neck. “Huh? Oh, what did you expect it to look like?”

“I don’t know. More holy? Crosses everywhere. Stacks of bibles? Not something out of an architectural digest - with a kitchen island!”

Rafael laughed. He took the bottle from your hand and walked over to the island where he placed the glasses. “A lot of this is from…” he waved his arm around. “Before.”

“Pre-priest Rafael.” You clarified as you walked over to where he was and took an amber filled glass.

“Yeah,” Rafael replied before taking a long drag of his drink.

You nodded and hummed before taking another sip. “When you were just a man. Who had sex. A lot.”

“I’m still a man.”

“Come on, you know it’s not the same.”

You knew better. You knew you shouldn’t.

What would your friends say, what would they do if they ever find out? What about the congregation and surrounding community?

This was bigger than you, bigger than him. What were you thinking?

But it’s Rafael. Fr. Rafael Barba. Not that it matters - he’s not actually yours. He belongs to God.

But now when he’s staring down at you the way he is right now, teeth catching his full bottom lip, sleep-tousled hair and stormy, smoldering eyes, you can’t help but fall from grace.

“Kiss me.”

“You know we can’t.”

“So? Kiss me anyway.”

“I’m a priest.”

“Kiss me anyway.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”

Rafael swallowed the remainder of his drink and let out a huff. He pointed a finger toward you. “You…you’re trouble.”

You closed the gap between you and him. The room felt electric. You pressed your hands onto his chest. “So? Kiss me anyway.”

Rafael sucked in a breath. You press yourself even closer, your hips automatically seeking his. Rafael pushed you away gently. “I told you we can’t. I told you I can’t.”

“Why are you denying what’s between us?” Your hands shook as you poured yourself another glass. You turned and leaned against the island. “God made us to be sexual creatures. It’s his design. It’s his idea, his gift to us.”

Rafael sighed in irritation. “Our sexual desires are no surprise to God. He made us, and He gave us a strong sexual desire to enjoy within the proper context.” He pointed to you and then to himself. “This is not the proper context. If I wasn’t a priest, then it would be different. This is real life. What we do has real consequences.”

“If you weren’t a priest,” you murmured. You swallowed the remainder of your drink and slammed it on the island. Warmth flooded your body and you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or him or a combination of both. Likely the latter. “Tell me you want me. Tell me I was never imagining things.”

Rafael remained silent.

“You have the right to lose control. I know you think—”

“You don’t know what I think,” Rafael acerbically spat. “And no, I don’t have the right.” He began to pace. “You don’t know the misery I live in when you’re not around.”

“And you think I am not?” you questioned. Your voice wavered and your eyes welled with unshed tears. “It’s never been like this with anyone. Never. I want you. I can’t have you. But please - let me live in the solace that you want me too. That I was never imagining any of it. I am going crazy.”

Rafael paused mid-stride and looked at you. He took a deep breath.

“What’s it gonna be? I am begging you.”

It was like something in him snapped when you said that. Rafael slammed his own drink before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He walked over and pressed you against the island. You let out a squeak in response. You could feel how hard he was against your belly. He brushed some of your hair back. Your breath hitched and a flush spread along your skin.

“Say it again.”

“Tell me you want me.”

“No - repeat what you said at the end,” he all but growled. You chewed your bottom lip and nodded.

“I beg you.”

“God help me. You beg so prettily,” Rafael murmured. He pulled at you, hands grabbing at hips, lips crashing into yours in a bruising kiss. It was over before you could register and you pulled back to look into his eyes. You wrapped your hands on his face and then dove back in, returning the kiss, equally as hard.

The momentum was desperate, frenzied, hands everywhere. You let out a gasp as Rafael backed you against the kitchen island. The scruff of his beard dragged against your skin, his lips working your jaw, your ear, moving down your neck, and you let out a strained moan. You pressed your hips upwards into his, feeling his erection. Rafael had to stop and inhale sharply before resuming his attack on your skin. The tips of his fingers find skin under your shirt, and dig into your flesh. One of your hands is twisted in his shirt, the other grasping the waistband of his sweats as he felt a leg curve around his; it was as if your body functioned in tune to keep him as close as possible.

Rafael’s lips found purchase on the hollow of your neck. You let out a groan as you sagged against him, melting into his embrace. The want was overwhelming.

His hands made way to the front of your jeans and he nimbly undid the button and fly before shoving his large hand down your panties. “So wet for me.”

And you are. You’re so fucking wet, it’s obscene.

The tips of his fingers drag through your slit.

“Fuck,” his teeth scraped along your jaw. “You’re soaking.”

He slid two fingers deep inside of you. You keened wordlessly into his shoulder, biting down on his shoulder to suppress a moan.

“No, no, pretty lamb. Look at me,” Rafael husked, his voice laced with an edge of dominance.

You pulled back and met his gaze. His fingers drove deep up into you, pumping, long and needy. His thumb rubbed against your clit. Your blood is boiling, your body vibrating. You’re close. You know it. He knows it. His fingers continue their momentum, finding that spongey spot inside of you that most folks couldn’t ever find.

The walls of your pussy ripple against his fingers. “Be a good little lamb and come for me.” It was Rafael’s turn to beg. “Be my good girl and give it to me.”

You chanted his name as if it were prayer as you come around his fingers. Your body is abuzz, vibrating. You whine out his name in three syllables as you coat his hand with your arousal. Rafael swallowed your cries as he covered your mouth with his. The kiss, which was initially passionate, slowed in intensity, to just soft, slow licks that almost felt reverent, worshipful. Eventually he pressed his forehead to yours and you both drank in each other’s air, breathing heavily. You whimpered as Rafael removed his fingers from your cunt. You watched him with wide eyes as he slipped his fingers into his mouth. His eyes fluttered close as he let out an appreciative sound.

“Do I taste good, Father?” Your voice was laced with lust.

“My sweet, decadent little lamb,” Rafael complimented. “But we cannot do that again.”

“Do what?” You asked as you pushed him off slightly to give yourself room to drop to the floor. You palmed his cock through his pants, pleased with yourself as he groaned with want and need.

A car backfired and the sound caused you both to startle, effectively ending the spell. Rafael helped you up from the ground. “This cannot happen again.” His voice was firm. And before you could protest any more, you found yourself back outside, the door shutting in your face.

Rafael leaned against the door, his head pounding, his cock aching.

‘You idiot! You shouldn’t have done that. Shouldn’t have given in to your melodic voice and sparkling eyes. You had no business being in his life.

But the crack he left open for you made him believe that he had more to lose now than when he met you at the block party all those moons ago.

He rubbed his face, tired and frustrated. And he went back to bed to once again to take matters in his own hands again. ‘Fuck.’

TBC.

[malevolent-muse]

 Update: Finally Forsaken - SVU Fan Fic

*This is a LONG FIC that is UPDATED most WEEKENDS*  Fandom: SVU/CI/Chicago PD Ships: Goren/Benson, Carisi/ OFC/ OMC Status: WIP  Rating: Explicit Warnings: Violence, Non-Con Summary: The final work in the Trials and Tribulations Series. After all he has been through: the abduction, getting rescued years later, being committed to a mental institution, and having to fight to be reinstated as a detective, Robert Goren has reached the events that will carve out his final destiny or his doom.

Far too long to post on Tumblr. My apologies but to read this I'll have to redirect you to AO3 to read the new chapter.

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[bcrbas]

Professor Barba

Note: this is my first little oneshot that I’m throwing out there into the world and I’m not really sure how I feel about it. I just felt like I really needed it out of my system. Basically, the reader has a crush on her professor, Mr. Barba. Also I know nothing about college life so if some parts don’t sound quite right, I apologize!

Life really did love to throw you curve-balls. This was supposed to be just a fun class for you, something you had only signed up for because a) it sounded interesting, b) it only took up a semester, and c) how hard could a class on comparative race and ethnic studies be? Very hard apparently- especially when the professor looked like Mr. Barba. 

At least you were right about one thing, it was an interesting class. You constantly found yourself completely lost within discussions, debates and the professor’s lectures. You would even sometimes visit him in his office after class, just to ask a few questions and explore the lesson a bit further. Your roommate caught on to your little crush and teased that it was probably just because you wanted to impress Mr. Barba and spend more time with him, but of course you denied everything. Although, what you couldn’t deny was the slight increase in your heart rate every time he gave you an approving nod or an impressed smile. 

The semester was over, the last class of the course was yesterday. But still, here you were, subjecting yourself into your own personal (and bittersweet) hell. Before you could convince yourself to back out of the idea, you gave a brief and slightly shaky knock and waited until he yelled out a “come in!”. Pushing the door open, you stepped into the familiar office and unlike usual, the slightly messy yet cozy atmosphere did little to calm your nerves. 

You stood in front of his desk where he currently sat and held out a cup of coffee towards him. In your head you had passed off the planned gesture as a small and casual act of kindness. Totally not made in affection because you totally didn’t have a major crush on the man. “One cream and two sugars right?” You asked with a shy smile. He looked up from his work, eyebrows quirking upwards in surprise.

“Uh- yes, thank you,” he confirmed with a nod. A grateful smile replaced his initial look of confusion as he accepted the offering. His long and dexterous hands wrapped themselves around the paper cup and grazed your own in the process. Your heart skipped a beat and for a moment, you were simply frozen. You looked away from the spot where you two had made contact and instead met his gaze. It felt like his green eyes were boring into your own and you felt transparent under his stare, vulnerable. He cleared his throat and quickly, you let go. 

“I’m- I’m sorry, I think I was somewhere else there for a moment,” you laughed nervously as the heat rose to your cheeks. He laughed too but like yours, his accompanied a sense of uncertainty. 

“Happens to the best of us,” he reassured, ”but I have to ask- why are you here Ms. (L/N)..? The course is over, you certainly didn’t have to go through the trouble of-” Mr. Barba nodded his head towards the cup of coffee, “-y’know. You could’ve just left without a word, like the other students,” he chuckled.

You parted your lips to respond but to your horror, no words came out. All night you had tossed and turned in bed, running at least a hundred different scenarios through your head just so you could avoid this exact situation but apparently, it wasn’t enough. Desperately, you sputtered out the first explanation you managed to think of, “erm.. well, I suppose I just wanted to say.. thanks. I- uh really enjoyed your class, and uh, you’re a really good teacher, Mr. Barba..” You cringed inwardly at how stupid you had probably sounded. Too embarrassed to look him in the face, you didn’t notice the crinkle in the corner of his eyes as he found amusement in your flustered state.

“Well.. thank you, Ms. (L/N). That’s very kind of you..” You noticed his voice trail as he hesitated to say his next words, “you were.. just as enjoyable to teach and.. it’s unfortunate to see those days come to an end,” Mr. Barba said carefully, yet his tone was sincere. Your cheeks only felt warmer at his words and you bit your lip to refrain yourself from smiling too hard. But this time, you didn’t avert your gaze. His words gave you a certain bravado, a rushing sensation in your chest that was most comparable to a feeling of.. giddiness? 

“Maybe.. you and I could go for a cup of coffee together some time..?” you suggested, attempting to sound casual but your eyes were attentive towards his next expression. He tilted his head fondly and raised an eyebrow at you. If you didn’t know any better, you would even say that the man looked smug. But you couldn’t focus on that thought right now, his lack of a response made your sudden confidence dissipate and instead, a small sense of panic took it’s place. “Just so you could return the favour, of course,” you added quickly. “Plus, I have a few more questions I have to ask you about that paper, like-”

“It’d be my pleasure,” he interrupted you with a small smile and silently you thanked him because you were definitely just about to go off on a nervous ramble there if he hadn’t. He accepted your offer. You resisted the urge to pinch yourself in front of him and a soft breath that you weren’t even aware you were holding escaped you. You mirrored his smile and bit your lip.

“Alright then,” giving a small nod of your head, you picked up a pen and the cup of coffee that both sat on his desk and quickly scrawled your number on the side of his cup. The cheesiness of the situation didn’t escape either of your notice but somehow, it only made both of you smile wider. “I.. look forward to hearing from you, Mr. Barba,” you said finally, setting his cup down and taking a step back from his desk.

“And I look forward to contacting you, Ms. (L/N),” he grinned. You gave him a small wave as you walked out of his office and tried not to do your little dance until you had at least reached the end of the hall.

[mforpaul]

Smitten

Sonny is an actor AU

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17442977/chapters/41069927

This is my incredibly big WiP (idk where this is going, but I’m having a blast) based on the simple prompt that Sonny is an actor AU. 

Plot: Sonny plays a defense lawyer in a legal drama (yeah, imagine Rafi’s opinion on that) and they meet when he is a substantial witness in a rape case. Then there’s a lot going on about Twitter, the #MeToo movement, people start shipping Barisi (yes, really). A lot of pining is going on, Sonny wooes him with grandromantic gestures. Then it contains everything, first kiss, first date, first time, and now they’re trying to have a relationship. I also tried to add a few pictures.

Ch1: First Meeting

Ch2: Second meeting and a revelation

Ch3: They are in a restaurant and no one knows what they’re doing

Ch4: First grand romantic gesture

Ch5: Sonny watches Barba in court for the first time

Ch6: Sonny on the witness stand saves the day

Ch7: This time it’s a date

Ch8: This is basically just making out

Ch9: Insecurities, but a first time

Ch10: The moment and morning after that

Ch11: Insecurities again and hurt/comfort

Ch12: You won’t like it

Ch13: Resolution of previous chapter (upcoming)

Tagging kind people who follow me @sass-and-suspenders @novemberhush @barisi-esq @barbalovescarisi @svutrebleclefs @blu-eyed-demon @moicrosoft @evee87 @spectralshea @booyah-carisi @booyabarisi @booyahfordhmlaw @edenaziraphale @gin-and-basil @the-arts-are-my-oxygen @lovemesomerafael @comicmcfly @xhax @marceee24 @milkovichsoft @hux-me-up @carisilover @carisicrush @katerinapaige @barbaesparza

[caesarclowningaround]

Jess’s Shameless Spooky Fic Masterpost

If you’re looking for something spooky to read this Halloween? May I suggest any of the following fics on this post? 

Please remember to check the tags before diving into any of these! Hope you enjoy, and have a safe and Happy Halloween!!! 👻👻

**-fics containing explicitly dark horror

Fanfic with Horror/Thriller Elements

At the End of All Things Fandom(s): Marvel Cinematic Universe Ship(s): Loki/Jane Foster Rating: G Summary: Thanos won. At the very edges of what remained of the universe was Jane Foster, whose only fear now was to die alone. Author’s Notes: End of the world/post-apocalyptic fic. More sad than spooky.

Baptism in the River Styx ** Fandom(s): Lo chiamavano Jeeg Robot/They Call Me Jeeg Ship(s): None Rating: E Summary: Fabio survived the explosion, but in the days following, the full potential of his powers begin to develop. Author’s Notes: Multiple types of horror. DEAD STARLING DOVE: Do Not Eat

Big Mom’s Bed & Breakfast ** Fandom(s): One Piece Ship(s): Katakuri/Ichiji, Bege/Chiffon, Smoothie/Nami, Perospero/Sanji Rating: E Summary: Hosted by Charlotte Linlin, Big Mom’s BnB is supposed to be a friendly place, with comfortable beds and delicious meals. What it doesn’t advertise are the permanent residents one might bump into while staying there. Dark residents that are eager for some company… Author’s Notes: Ongoing horror series with multiple ships and lots of spookiness and smut!

Boom, Clap! Fandom(s): Crash Pad, Marvel Cinematic Universe Ship(s): Stensland/Loki Rating: E Summary: Abducted by aliens with no hope of escape on his own, Stensland must befriend the self-proclaimed God of Mischief in the neighboring cell in order to find a way out and get back to Earth. Author’s Notes: This is technically not really a horror fic, although there are some horror elements in the earlier chapters. But I’m linking Chapter 7 because there’s a Halloween party, costumes and all! :D

Candle on the Water** Fandom(s): Bloedlink/Reckless, Trust, A Dangerous Fortune Ship(s): Mickey Miranda/Rico, Primo Nizzuto/Rico Rating: E Summary: Primo and Rico have come to the little island in the middle of nowhere to tend to the lighthouse, but as Primo continuously refuses to teach the new wickie in his charge, the more Rico finds his grip on reality beginning to slip. There's something Primo isn't telling him. Rico is determined to find out what it is or lose himself in the process. Author’s Notes: A kenzarelli The Lighthouse AU!! w/ monsterfucking because I couldn’t resist. Read the tags pls

Cerberus at the Gate Fandom(s): Wolf (2013), Lo chiamavano Jeeg Robot/They Call Me Jeeg Ship(s): Majid Zamari/Fabio Cannizzaro Rating: M Summary: When the locker room door opened, Majid expected to see his death. What actually walked in was a monster. Author’s Notes: This is actually a low-key standalone sequel to Baptism in the River Styx, but with a Fabio/Majid twist! ft.monster!Fabio

Deus Ultrix Fandom(s): LOST Ship(s): Sayid Jarrah/Benjamin Linus Rating: M Summary: Another organ to repossess. Sayid is surprised to find it's his ex-lover who has missed his payment. Author’s Notes: Repo! The Genetic Opera AU

Drag Your Cities to the Sea Fandom(s): A Dangerous Fortune, Aladdin (2019) Ship(s): Jafar/Mickey Miranda Rating: E Summary: Ambassador Jafar is not all that he seems and tonight, after the Hallowe'en party, he'll remove more than just his costume. Mickey isn't sure he will be able to handle it, but he'll try anything once. Author’s Notes: Eldritch Horror Monster!Jafar/incubus!Mickey smut fic

The Exhale ** Fandom(s): Law & Order: Special Victims Unit Ship(s): Rafael Barba/Sonny Carisi Rating: T Summary: When your life has been threatened, it's natural to feel paranoid. But what if something else was after you? Author’s Notes: Psychological and monster horror.

Flash of Neon Fandom(s): Law & Order: Special Victims Unit Ship(s): None Rating: M Summary: Barba knew he was being followed. He first spotted them in the coffee shop early that morning. The man behind him was wearing neon yellow sneakers. Even then, he didn't think much of it. Author’s Notes: Suspense Whump Fic.

the frayed red thread between us ** Fandom(s): A Dangerous Fortune, Aladdin (2019) Ship(s): Jafar/Mickey Miranda Rating: E Summary: Mickey was, quite simply, disgustingly fascinated by Jafar Barmaki. Author’s Notes: A dark stalker fic. Gold Mouths Cry ** Fandom(s): Trust, Aladdin (2019) Ship(s): Jafar/Primo Nizzuto Rating: M Summary: Salvatore keeps a special suitcase locked in a closet. Primo is determined to see what's inside. Author’s Notes: Inspired by the Creepshow episode “The Man in the Suitcase.” Includes scenes of torture.

Halloween Treats Fandom(s): The Old Guard Ship(s): Yusuf Al-Kaysani/Nicolò di Genova, with side ships: Andy/Quynh & Booker/Nile Rating: Unrated, but a close PG Summary: It's Joe and Nicky's first Halloween since they opened their bookshop, and they're ready for whatever the night brings. Author’s Notes: Bookshop AU Halloween fic! Not scary :D

If Only ** Fandom(s): Wolf (2013), Lo chiamavano Jeeg Robot/They Call Me Jeeg, A Dangerous Fortune, Aladdin (2019), Trust, Bloedlink/Reckless, Martin Eden, Lasciati Andare/Let Yourself Go, The Old Guard Ship(s): Majid Zamari/Fabio Cannizzaro, Majid Zamari/Mickey Miranda, Primo Nizzuto/Rico, Martin Eden/Zakaria, Jafar/Ettore Rating: E Summary: Majid and his friends just wanted a weekend getaway, but as relationships are built and tested, something sinister dwells beneath the surface. Soon Majid might find there is a thin line between dreams and reality. Author’s Notes: Kenzarelli Slumber Party Massacre II AU!!

Like a Moth to a Flame ** Fandom(s): Beauty and the Beast (2017), Aladdin (2019) Ship(s): Jafar/Adam/Belle Rating: M Summary: Belle knew her husband and his brother were slowly killing her and that they'd done this many times before. Little did she know that there was one more dark secret the ghosts of the house had yet to reveal to her. Author’s Notes: Crimson Peak AU Mickey the Incubus - a series ** Fandom(s): A Dangerous Fortune, various Ship(s): Mickey Miranda/various Rating: E Summary: AU where everything is the same except Mickey is an incubus. Author’s Notes: A series of standalone fics about the adventures of Mickey Miranda reimagined as an incubus in this AU. Some fics are dark, others are more light-hearted. Come take a look and see for yourself if any strike your fancy!

Neon Devil (& the Fall of the White Knight) Fandom(s): One Piece Ship(s): Donquixote Doflamingo/Sanji Rating: E Summary: Viola's freedom for Sanji's. It seemed a pretty good deal until Sanji realized he was about to give more than he bargained for. Author’s Notes: Not necessarily spooky, but definitely a darkfic with various highly dubious consent. Heed the warnings please!

A Rotten Kind of Cute Fandom(s): Wolf (2013), A Dangerous Fortune Ship(s): Majid Zamari/Mickey Miranda Rating: E Summary: In Majid's line of work, the dead tend to stay dead. Which is why he was surprised to see the freshly buried Mickey Miranda crawling out of his own grave. Author’s Notes: Zombie!Mickey fic where he’s not your average zombie.

Shadows Fandom(s): Trouble in the Heights Ship(s): Nevada Ramirez/Nevada Ramirez Rating: T Summary: Someone (or something) lurks on the dance floor Author’s Notes: Psychological dreamlike fic.

Shelter Fandom(s): Wolf (2013), Lo chiamavano Jeeg Robot/They Call Me Jeeg Ship(s): Majid Zamari/Fabio Cannizzaro Rating: Not Rated Summary: Majid, a werewolf, is seeking to get out of the heavy storm, but his only option is a vampire's castle. It could be worse. Author’s Notes: werewolf!Majid/vampire!Fabio short fic

Somewhere in Time ** Fandom(s): A Dangerous Fortune, Aladdin (2019), Beauty and the Beast (2017), Trust, Non Essere Cattivo/Don’t Be Bad, Lasciati Andare/Let Yourself Go Ship(s): Jafar/Mickey Miranda/Primo Nizzuto/Prince Adam/Cesare (and every combination there), Jafar/Ettore Rating: E Summary: Mickey came to the castle for a job as the personal secretary of Count Jafar Barmaki. What he found during his stay was something much different. Author’s Notes: Kenzarelli Dracula AU ft. BATB 2017. A WIP, but updated regularly.

Submerge ** Fandom(s): Star Wars Ship(s): Kylo Ren/Armitage Hux Rating: M Summary: Kylo could think of no better life than one at sea. If only he had heeded what his father said about the Dark Shoals... Author’s Notes: Open water/sea creature horror, siren!Hux/pirate!Kylo AU

The Sudden Halt Fandom(s): Law & Order: Special Victims Unit Ship(s): Rafael Barba/Amanda Rollins, Rafael Barba/Sonny Carisi Rating: E Summary: After being through hell, Barba finds himself in a familiar place. Author’s Notes: End of the world/post-apocalyptic fic. The Sweetest Pleasures Fandom(s): A Dangerous Fortune, Aladdin (2019) Ship(s): Jafar/Mickey Miranda Rating: E Summary: Jafar invited Mickey over on Halloween to watch scary movies with full expectations that afterward they will take the next step in their relationship. Problem is, Jafar hasn't told Mickey he's a virgin. Author’s Notes: A smutty Halloween fic.

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Fanfic for Horror Fandoms

All my Hannibal fanfic

Better Fandom(s): Crimson Peak Ship(s): Edith Cushing/Thomas Sharpe Rating: Not Rated Summary: Edith is awakened in the wee hours following their night in the post office. Author’s Notes: Missing scene fic

don’t give me those eyes Fandom(s): Crimson Peak, Apostle (2018) Ship(s): Thomas Sharpe/Thomas Richardson Rating: E Summary: Thomas Sharpe and Thomas Richardson have been having an affair for months. It was a shame that happiness and hope have always been strange bedfellows for both of them. Author’s Notes: Thomas Squared >:D

Fighter Until the End Fandom(s): Ravenous (1999) Ship(s): None Rating: T  Summary: Reich's death shown from his point of view. Author’s Notes: Swapped POV fic.

Guardian Angel  Fandom(s): The Prophecy, Trouble in the Heights Ship(s): Nevada Ramirez/Gabriel Rating: E Summary: Although Nevada was always a churchgoer, he never believed in angels until now. Author’s Notes: Weird little dark erotic crossover.

Last Minute Shoppers Fandom(s): The Wolfman (2010), The Rocky Horror Show (2000 Broadway Revival) Ship(s): Lawrence Talbot/Riff Raff Rating: T Summary: Lawrence and Riff Raff go Christmas shopping and shenanigans ensue. Author’s Notes: Technically a Christmas fic, but since it concerns a couple of horror fandoms, I thought I’d include it.

my happy ending is right next to me Fandom(s): IT franchise (It Chapters One & Two) Ship(s): Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh Rating: T Summary: While Richie was happy for Beverly and Ben, just being there, sitting next to who he was sitting next to, made every nerve in his body want to scream. Author’s Notes: Not spooky. Just a short but sweet fic for the IT movies.

O Brave New World Fandom(s): Crimson Peak, Trouble in the Heights Ship(s): Thomas Sharpe/Nevada Ramirez Rating: M Summary: Thomas came to America to find another rich woman, another wife he would never love, another death that could keep the Sharpes going. What he found was Nevada Ramirez. Author’s Notes: A short crossover fic. 

On a Cold Night Fandom(s): The Wolfman (2010), The Rocky Horror Show (2000 Broadway Revival) Ship(s): Lawrence Talbot/Riff Raff Rating: G Summary: Lawrence doesn't like it when Riff Raff makes himself work late at night in the cold. Author’s Notes: Another sweet fic for these two. Not spooky.

Someone Else Fandom(s): The Rental, Bloedlink/Reckless Ship(s): Charlie/Rico, Charlie/Mina, Charlie/Michelle Rating: M Summary: Charlie wishes he could say this was his first time being unfaithful to Michelle, he really does. He looks across the table at Mina, their unspoken secret as corroding as the drugs from last night. Author’s Notes: Crossover fic.

TREAT YO SELF Fandom(s): My Soul to Take Ship(s): None Rating: E Summary: Out of the two female souls that are a part of Abel, Kodi is the only one who tries to push him to wear more feminine clothes once in a while. Author’s Notes: Smutty oneshot.

Wake Me With the Morning’s Light ** Fandom(s): My Soul to Take Ship(s): None Rating: M Summary: Abel closed his eyes, hoping that when he died, the Ripper went with him. He wasn't so lucky. Author’s Notes: DISCONTINUED. But it exists, so here you go.

[littleoddwriter]

I was tagged by @fuckerao3 (thank you!) to post summaries of my WIPs. Enjoy!

First up would be all the Requests I’ve got sitting in my Inbox, but I haven’t been able to write a single word for any of them, yet, so I’m just re-wording the Asks here, I guess. Anyway:

Oberyn Martell being jealous and possessive with a Male Reader; I have no specific circumstances for that, yet.

Gender Neutral Reader snapping at Billy Lenz, because work is stressing them out, specifically one co-worker, but they apologise and reconcile later on.

Dave York with a Male Reader, who has a Daddy Kink; no specific scenario so far.

Smut Fic about BoP!Roman Sionis, in which the Male Reader either gets caught wearing or is gifted Lace Panties and is a Pillow Princess and Roman is more of a Soft Dom; includes some Fetishes and Daddy Kink.

Brahms taking and hiding a box of soda or energy drinks that the Gender Neutral Reader has bought to drink by themself, and what would happen, then.

Smut Fic about a Gender Neutral Reader being in a Poly Relationship with McKirk; Reader is from our time and has landed in their time through some Time Travel Shenanigans.

Mateo Chavez and an Anxious, Gender Neutral Reader; no specific scenario for this one so far, either.

Headcanons of Slashers + Dan Torrance hugging the Gender Neutral Reader after not having seen them in several months.

Now, my own WIPs:

Fic Ideas that were sent to me by @detectivebarba:

1) Rafael Barba and a Male Reader, in which one of them is held hostage and the other one has to get there in time to save them.

2) Rafael Barba and Male Reader are in a relationship, but Reader is a detective with SVU, and so when Olivia Benson finds out she gives them a week to break it off, or she’ll inform 1PP.

3) Male Reader is accused of a crime and he couldn’t have done it, but his alibi would out Barba, and so he refuses to tell. [I’m very set on writing them all, because they’re great ideas and apparently, people really want me to write more Barba Fics anyway, so-]

Ron Stoppable is actually a(n evil) genius, but he’d been taught early on that his ‘weirdness’ and his genius are bad things and so he hides it; until one day he becomes Dr. Drakken’s apprentice, which leads him down his true path, such as the realisation that Kim isn’t good for him and that he doesn’t need her if she really doesn’t like him for who he is. An Evil!Ron Fic that is very much centred around the Found Family Trope with Dr. Drakken as the Queer Uncle-Figure, basically, who shows Ron that it’s all right to be different and helps him come to terms with his sexuality and other struggles.

An Original Story that used to be a McKirk AU, but since it’s an original concept taken from dreams I’ve had as a child, I decided against making it into a FanFic. It’s about Vampires and a Hunter. The Leader and the Hunter fall in love over time and it’s pretty angst-y, but it has a happy end. That’s how much I can say without telling y’all the whole storyline, right now. [The Vampires’ powers and such is what I’ve taken from my dreams, the rest I just built around McKirk first, years ago, and have hung onto ever since, only now exchanging the characters through original ones that I’m still designing. So far, I’ve only done the Vampire Leader and the Hunter.]

ZsaszMask Prequel Fic, in which Roman has a more thorough back story (which is very much pieced together from some of his comic origins), feels trapped in the life he has and finds his way out via Victor Zsasz, who is happy to help him thrive on his own, once Roman’s parents cut him off. [Chapter 1 has been out for over a month now (on Ao3 only) and I’m yet to continue writing on this Fic, but unfortunately that’s exactly when my body and mind both decided to shut down entirely.]

That’s about all I’ve got that I’ve actually written down in their own documents and such. Everything else is just in my head, kept safe there until I can write those, too.

I’m tagging: @k0diak-k1llz , @doktorgirlfriend and @detectivebarba , if you’d like to share your WIPs, too (no obligation, though, of course, and I hope it's all right I tagged you at all)! :) <3