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me when i lose all my resident evil followers after writing karl heisenberg as a sub
#eliâs funnies#karl heisenberg#resident evil#resident evil village#yes my pussy pulsed his name in morse code when he called me a little bitch in the fic i just read#okay? thatâs still not gonna stop me from writing him getting pegged
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âEscape Room Escapadesâ Part Two
Part Two of my story where Rafael and the reader are locked in an escape room, with the prompts: "Thatâs probably the fastest Iâve ever done thatâ and âIsnât this considered public indecency? We could get arrested!â from this lovely smut-filled list.Â
You can read Part One on my Masterlist. I was gonna make this the conclusion but who knows, there may be a third part...yaâ never know â¤ď¸
Warning: NSFW (I also call Rafael a âbutt nuggetâ because I have the sense of humor of a 12 year old boy đ)
A gust of wind rushed past your bare legs as you walked down the street. You clutched your skirt, making sure you didnât flash any poor unsuspecting passerby. Having been too preoccupied with Rafaelâs cases and your own, you had forgotten to do the laundry. The only pair of clean clothes you had was a brown suede skirt and a cream colored sweater. Going commando to a team building event was not ideal, but you could suffer through a couple of hours. You had been to an Escape Room before. The plan was to get the whole charade over with as quickly as possible and make it back home in time for some birthday champagne and a Netflix marathon on your couch.
You turned the corner and saw Rafael outside the building. He was dressed in a blue-grey cashmere sweater and jeans that did a stellar job accentuating his assets. Good Lord, the man looked amazing even in casual clothes. You walked up to where he was standing, silently cursing him for being so damn cute. âRafael?â
Rafael turned towards you. Your heart skipped a beat. Up close you could see how the color of his sweater brought out the green in his eyes, some stubble on his face already beginning to grow after one day of not shaving. You shook off your impure thoughts and glanced down at your phone to check the time. âWhereâs everyone else?â
âPatel couldnât come. He had to take his dog to the vet and Walters is sick with dengue flu.â Rafael rolled his eyes at that last part. You would think a lawyer could come up with a better excuse.
âSo itâs just us then,â you said.
âIt would appear so.â
âGreat,â you grumbled, reminding yourself to have a little chat with Patel and Walters on Monday morning. Letâs see them try and ask you for advice on litigation techniques now. âCome on. Letâs get this over with so we can go on with our lives.â
Once inside, a young employee whose name tag read âLucyâ signed you both in. Rafael stood next to you while you filled out the registration form, studying your profileâthe gentle slope of your nose, your cherry red pout. He could feel your body radiating heat. You were exquisite. How was he supposed to concentrate with you in the room. His racing mind suddenly came to a screeching halt when you glanced up and caught him staring.
âWhat?â You asked, furrowing your brows at him.
âNothing. I just...uh...noticed it was your birthday today.â Rafael pointed to the form.
âYep and Iâm stuck here with you,â you sighed. âLucky me.â
Once you finished, Lucy led you down a hall with several doors, stopping at one called, The Hydeout Game. âHereâs the story,â she replied in a dramatic British accent. âThe good Dr. Jekyll has been acting strangely for weeks and gone missing!â She gasped. âA crazy fellow has been causing chaos in town so youâve been hired to investigate. Can you find out what happened to Dr. Jekyll before itâs too late.â She rubbed her hands together and manically began to laugh.
You and Rafael looked at each other and then at her, completely unfazed.
âTough crowd,â Lucy mumbled, losing the British accent. âOk, hereâs the deal. You have 75 minutes to figure out how to get out of the room. Thereâs a walkie talkie in there in case you need help.â
â75 minutes. I thought this was only supposed to be an hour,â you said.
âYour boss specifically requested that we give each group an extra 15 minutes to ensure you have enough time to figure out how to escape,â Lucy replied.
Rafael scoffed. âWell itâs nice to know Jack McCoy has confidence in our ability.â
Lucy unlocked the door and made a sweeping grand gesture with her arm for you to enter the room. The room was set up to reflect Victorian times, elegant with luxe blood red wallpaper and plush furniture. A large fireplace was on your right and to the left was a sitting area with bookshelves and a secretary desk. In the middle of the room a table was set up to look like a laboratory with various beakers, pipettes, and paper strewn around. Â âGood luck!â She waved and slammed the door shut.
*****
It only took fifteen minutes of being locked in a room with Rafael for you both to begin bickering. You managed to find Dr. Jekyllâs journal, a large notebook with a cryptic message scrawled on the page. Obviously it was a code of some sort. The problem was you and Rafael couldnât decide which code it was.
âItâs clearly morse code,â Rafael argued. âLook at the length of the message. It fits into the morse code alphabet.â
âThat would be too easy, Barba,â you retorted. âItâs Albertiâs disk. The message is written out of order. You can encipher it one letter at a time.â
Rafael shook his head. âThis isnât rocket science. Itâs a locked room in the middle of Manhattan where kids go to celebrate their birthdays. Trust me, itâs morse code.â
You stood there with your arms crossed, both of you going back and forth like a tennis match.
âNo, it isnâtâ
âYes, it is.â
âNo, youâre wrong.â
âNo youâre wrong.â
âNo, Iâm the one whoâs right! Youâre just being...a...a...a butt nugget!â You exclaimed. There were several other choice words you had for Rafael yet butt nugget was the first thing that popped into your head.
âWow. Butt nugget. Really?â Rafael laughed. âIf this is how you argue in court, maybe you should have taken more plea deals with my cases.â
Red flashed before your eyes. You were seething. âThatâs it! Iâve had it!â You boomed, stomping over to the door and pulling on the knob. When it didnât budge you pounded on the frame, demanding to be let out.
Rafaelâs eyes widened and went over to lead you away from the door. âWhat are you doing? Just calm down!â
âCalm down?! CALM DOWN?!â You screeched, practically in hysterics by that point. âI canât calm down because Iâm stuck in a room with YOU! What is wrong with you?! For months Iâve been bending over backwards, working like a dog to help you and for what?! So you can treat me like dirt and criticize every single thing I do.â You ranted and raved, moving closer and closer towards Rafael. âWhatever happened to a thank you! But no, nothing! Maybe if you removed that torts book you have wedged up your ass, you would realize that I was just trying to help you! And to think I was once attracted to you! Major mistake on my part.â You laughed like a mad woman before getting right in his face. âNow you listen to me. Weâre going to figure out this puzzle, get out of this room and weâre going to do it MY way and if you donât like it thatâs too damn bad.â By this point you were practically nose to nose with him, jabbing him in the chest with your index finger, out of breath from your maniacal tirade. Of course it was hard to focus on staying angry when the smell of his cologne left you weak in the knees.
Rafael didnât speak a word. He glared at youâhis nostrils flaring, his jaw set. You felt a sudden shift in the room, your hateful stares transforming from fury to lust. The temperature began to rise and a flush crept up your face. It felt like you were about to combust. Beads of sweat dotted Rafaelâs forehead, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. He let out a shaky breath, lowering his gaze to your mouth. Before you could even react, he grabbed you by the waist and kissed you hard. Your bodies sighed in relief, finally releasing months of pent up sexual frustration.
The kiss was everything you had fantasized it would be and more. So much more. It was explosive and all-consuming. Rafael tasted like coffee mixed with mint and a hint of spice. His strong lips moving fervently against yours, sending a tingle straight to your core.
He pushed you back against the old fashioned secretary desk, a drawer popping open to reveal another clue. You gasped in surprise, allowing him to slide his tongue into your mouth. One hand found its way to your hair, threading his fingers through your silken locks while the other cupped your face. Rafael was shaking slightly, trying to restrain himself and not paw at your flesh. You grabbed his hand and moved it to your breast, granting him permission to explore your body.
He groaned, gently squeezing your breast, feeling your nipple strain against your thin sweater. His lips must have been laced with an aphrodisiac. Everything around you become fuzzy except for Rafael. The tension in the room began to dissipate. The hunger you had for each other reached its peak. Both of you surrendered to the moment, giving into your deepest desires.
Your pussy throbbed with need, your arousal beginning to coat your inner thighs. In an answer to your prayers, Rafael wedged his leg between yours, spreading you open for him. His eyebrows raised in surprise when he reached down to lift your skirt only to discover that you werenât wearing any panties. âYouâre full of surprises, arenât you?â He purred against your mouth.
âDonât ever underestimate me, Barba,â you giggled into a moan, rocking back and forth on his thick thigh, the rough denim providing the most delicious friction against your clit.
Rafael braced his leg against the desk and grabbed your hips, encouraging you to grind down harder against him. He could feel a wet spot beginning to form on his thigh. His kisses moved across your cheek, finding purchase on the sensitive spot below your ear. He inhaled deeply. You smelled like cinnamon and vanilla, alluring, warm, and good enough to eat. Your pulse quickened, he could feel your heartbeat beneath his lips as he painted your skin with his tongue.
You shuddered and reached for his belt buckle. âFuck me,â you said in a breathless whisper.
The sound of clinking metal brought him back to reality. He stepped away from you, his chest heaving from exertion. âWait. Isnât this considered public indecency? We could get arrested.â
You nodded your head, completely out of breath. âTrue. It is a Class B Misdemeanor, punishable by up to 3 years in jail or probation and a fine of up to $500. Not to mention having a permanent criminal record.â You glanced down to see Rafaelâs erection straining against his jeans. A sinful smirk slowly spread across your face. Sitting down on the desk, you opened your legs even more, teasing him with your glistening swollen sex. âSo do you think we should stop?â
Rafael licked his lips, his eyes darkened as he drank you in. âNo fucking way,â he growled.
In one long stride, he was on you, planting a searing kiss to your lips while he dragged his fingers against your slit.
You reached down and whipped off his belt before unzipping his jeans. âIâm on the pill and Iâm clean,â you mumbled between kisses.
âSo am I,â he replied, pushing his pants and underwear down in one swift movement.
Grabbing his cock, he brought it up to your sheath only to stop for a moment. He locked eyes with you, searching your face for any sign of uncertainty. You smiled and nodded your head, wanting this just as much as he did.
Rafael slowly guided himself into your sheath. You mewled in response, grabbing a fistful of his sweater. âFuck,â you whimpered. âI knew there had to be a reason why you were so cocky.â
Rafael let out a breathless laugh, stopping halfway to let you adjust to his size. As your body relaxed, he pushed himself further until he was buried deep inside your molten hot core. Inch by inch, he slowly pulled out, leaving the head of his cock inside you before pressing back in. Your head fell back, a loud drawn out moan leaving your lips.
Rafael shushed you and grabbed your chin to meet his gaze, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip. âWe have to keep it down.â
You nodded and gently bit down on the pad of his thumb before taking it in your mouth, moaning around the digit as he began to move against you. Rafael found his rhythm, his ass cheeks clenching with every hard thrust. The wet sounds of your coupling spurred him on and he quickened his pace.
You released his thumb and wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your head in the crook of his neck. âBarba,â you gasped.
âCall me, Rafael,â he replied in a strained voice.
You obliged, softly chanting his name. Your hot breath tickling his ear. ���Oh, Rafael,â you softly moaned, biting down on his earlobe.
Rafael groaned. There were so many nights he would spend stroking himself, imagining you with your legs wrapped around him, whispering his name. Even now he wasnât fully convinced that this wasnât a dream and he would wake up alone in his bed, in need a cold shower.
He took hold of your leg and lifted it until your knee was pressed up against your chest, allowing him to penetrate you even deeper. You drew in a sharp intake of breath causing Rafael to freeze and instantly pull back. âDid I hurt you?â
âNo. It feels so good,â you whined and wrapped your other leg around his waist, using it as leverage to arch your hips up. Letting go of his restraint, he pounded into you, grunting with his efforts, pushing you towards your release while trying to hold off his own. The desk banging into the wall with every movement.
You choked back a sob, the root of his cock rubbing against your clit. A warmth spread throughout your body, settling all the way down to your toes curling within your boots. One more thrust sent you over the edge. Rafael tugged you into a bruising kiss, silencing your cries as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through you. You trembled, your nails biting into Rafaelâs neck as you clenched hard against him. He groaned into your mouth, impaling you one final time before his cock swelled inside your core, filling you with his release.
Aftershocks surged through your body, your walls still fluttering against Rafaelâs cock. He shivered and gently lowered your leg. For a split second, you forgot where you were, losing yourself in his passionate embrace until Lucyâs voice came over the walkie talkie. âHey guys!â
You pushed Rafael away and grabbed the walkie talkie. âWe didnât do anything!?!â You said in a panic.
âWell of course you didnât, youâre still locked in the room. Consider this your 30 minute warning.â
âThanks.â You hopped off the desk and adjusted your skirt. âHow are we going to get out of here,â you mumbled to yourself while looking around for clues. Your mind switched gears from having impulsive angry hot sex with a man you were supposed to hate over trying to figure out how to win the game, which was no easy feat with Rafaelâs cum leaking out of you. Â
âThis is ridiculous.â Rafael zipped up his pants and helped you search the room. He was sweating through his sweater from your coital workout. âWeâre two of Manhattanâs top ADAs. It shouldnât be this complicated.â
âTry to think outside the box and look in places you normally wouldnât.â You bent down and inspected the faux fireplace.
Rafael stopped, noticing how your skirt rode up, following the line of your long legs all the way up to your ass. He tugged on his collar and cleared his throat, shifting his gaze over to the table and picking up a prop beaker. âSo...ummm...do you always go commando.â
You turned towards him, blushing profusely. âLaundry day,â you explained, clenching your thighs together. Narrowing your eyes, you looked right past Rafael and noticed the open drawer on the secretary desk. The drawer you had bumped open while otherwise occupied. You brushed past him, making a beeline to the desk drawer and pulled out a decoder ring. Your eyes shifted to Jekyllâs journal on the side table that you and Rafael had been squabbling over earlier. âIâve got it,â you announced.
It was all beginning to make sense. The numbers on the page spelled out another clue. Once you figured that out, it was all downhill from there. You glanced over at Rafael and smiled. âAlright counselor, are you ready to get out of here.â
*****
You and Rafael put your minds together and were able to find the key and unlock the room with 10 minutes to spare. The minute the door opened, you both thanked Lucy and fled, terrified she would suspect something other than puzzle solving happened in that room.
It was dusk by the time you walked outside. The cool crisp air whipped at your face while leaves danced around your feet. A rich and earthy scent hung in the air, it was warm, smoky, and inviting. Even the city that never sleeps couldnât escape the impending arrival of autumn. Â
You stood on the sidewalk next to Rafael, rocking back on your heels, avoiding eye contact at all cost. Apart from the honking cars and chatter of people brushing past, there was nothing but awkward silence between you both. The reality of what just happened less than an hour ago began to sink in. Neither of you dared to make the first move, waiting to see if the other person would speak first.
In the end, it was you that eventually caved. âThatâs probably the fastest Iâve ever done that,â you blurted out. âUnlocking the room, not the sex. Although I donât normally rush into sex either and definitely not with a coworker. I mean not that the sex wasnât good cause in the words of Tony the Tiger, it was grrrrrreat! I mean, I havenât orgasmed that hard in years andâ Oh my God, I canât believe I just said that.â You turned beet red and covered your face with your hands. Rafaelâs eyebrows shot up into his forehead, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile. While you were humiliated by your bout of verbal diarrhea, he thought it was absolutely adorable. âAnd on that note, Iâm leaving. Have a good night and Iâll see you on Monday.â You gave him a half-ass wave and scurried away as fast as humanly possible.
It took Rafael a second to realize you were gone you had left so quickly. He was surprised that you hadnât left a dust cloud in your wake like in the cartoons. âY/N, wait up,â he called, practically jogging down the street to catch up with you. âJesus, youâre fast,â he huffed.
You stopped in your tracks, shocked that Rafael was chasing you down and not laughing at your expense back where you had left him. âWhat is it, Rafael?â
âWell, I was wondering if you had any plans for your birthday?â
âProbably vegging out on my couch, binging âMurder She Wroteâ while drinking champagne straight from the bottle,â you replied with a shrug.
Rafael nodded and scratched the bridge of his nose, his heart hammering in his chest at what he was about to say. âThatâs too bad because I was wondering if youâd like to celebrate it with me.â
Your eyes widened in surprise. âReally!?â
Rafael chuckled. âYeah, really. Thereâs a great French restaurant not too far from here. Unless youâd rather spend the evening with Angela Lansbury.â
âI think Angela can survive without me for one night.â You smiled and took a step closer to Rafael, reaching out for his hand.
He intertwined his fingers with yours, glancing down at your joined hands before looking up to meet your gaze. With his free hand, he reached up and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before trailing down to your cheek, caressing the soft skin with his thumb. You closed your eyes and tilted your head, your mouth brushing up against his palm.
Rafaelâs breath hitched, pulling you close enough towards him to press a soft kiss to your lips. This kiss was different than before. It was shy and hesitant, almost innocent. Almost. The kiss quickly began to unfurl into something more, something dark and desperate.
Somewhere off in the distance, you couldâve sworn you heard someone say, âGet a room.â As ironic as that was, you couldnât care less and neither did Rafael. You melted under his touch, his tongue dueling with yours as your breaths mingled. You clutched fistfuls of Rafaelâs sweater for fear your legs would give out.
Pulling back just a hair, you looked into Rafaelâs big green eyes, now consumed by lust. âWhy donât we get the food to go?â You suggested with a devious smirk on your face.
*****
You were awoken the next morning by an expletive followed by the sound of a pan clanging against your counter. The rich smell of chocolate filled your nostrils.
Untangling yourself from the bedsheets, you sat upright and stretched your arms over your head, naked as a jaybird, your bedhead wild and crazy. It had been months since you had slept so soundly. You felt rested and invigorated.
You let out a contented sigh and flopped back in bed, melting into the mattress. Your fingers skimmed across your body, trailing down to the dull ache between your legs. Rafaelâs touch still lingered on your skin, the smell of sex mixed with his cologne covered you like a blanket.
Last night, it was more than just layers of clothing that were shed. Words were exchanged. Months worth of suppressed emotions bubbled to the surface. You were finally able to look past the insecurities, the animosity, and truly see the other person.
Turns out you and Rafael had more in common than you thought. It wasnât easy for either of you to open up but laying in bed, sweaty and satiated, your limbs entwined, you both felt safe, finding comfort in each otherâs arms.
More clattering coming from the kitchen made you curious to see exactly what Rafael was up to. The walls of your apartment were paper-thin. You could hear him cursing and rifling through your drawers. Getting up out of bed, you shivered and wrapped your arms around yourself before spying Rafaelâs cashmere sweater on the floor. You tugged it on, the hem barely concealing your bottom and padded down the hall, following the path of clothes that littered the floor.
You walked into the kitchen and spied Rafael standing in front of the oven, wearing nothing but your apron. His back may have been to you but you knew the front of the apron read, âHot and SpicyâŚ.and the food is pretty good too!â It was an appropriate choice of outfit for him in that moment.
Leaning against the doorframe, you took advantage of the view before you, drinking in his bare feet, his muscular calves, all the way up to his thick thighs and finally settling on his firm yet oh so pinchable ass. His ass was the reason why they invented the peach emoji in the first place. You could bounce a nickel off it. Â
Sensing that he was being watched, Rafael turned around. âGood morning,â he said with a shy smile, his ungelled hair sticking out in every direction. He had a dark smear of something that appeared to be chocolate batter on his cheek. There was a boyish charm to him, a far contrast to the tailored suits and sharp-tongued snarky ADA you had grown accustomed to. It was a side of Rafael you had never seen before.
âMorning.â You took a step closer and grabbed a kitchen towel, cleaning the chocolate smudge off his face. âBe careful with the oven. Thatâs an unfortunate kitchen accident in the making,â you teased and playfully tugged his apron. âOh...yeah.â Rafael blushed and rubbed the back of his neck, stepping aside to reveal an unfrosted chocolate cake sitting on a plate. âI was trying to find your coffee but I saw the cake mix and since we never got to dessert last night I thought I would bake you a breakfast birthday cake.â You gazed down at the dessert, feeling a lump form in your throat. Noone had ever made you a cake for your birthday before, not even your parents. In fact, you had forgotten you even had the cake mix in your cupboard. The simple gesture touched your heart. You turned around and smiled at him.  âI appreciate the sentiment, although  I think I got my dessert last night.â You pushed back a lock of hair that had flopped forward on his forehead, planting a kiss on the spot then moving lower to kiss the tip of his nose, and finally his lips. âThank you,â you whispered. âYouâre welcome.â He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you deeply, humming in appreciation as his hands moved lower towards your backside. âCan I help frost?â You purred against his lips.
âIf you like.â
You grabbed the cake and placed it on the counter next to the open can of chocolate frosting that Rafael had set out earlier. Grabbing a knife from the drawer, you started to coat the cake in chocolate frosting. âI didnât know you were such a baker.â Rafael stood behind you, inhaling the sweet warm scent of your shampoo. âI know my way around the kitchen, among other places.â He brushed your hair to the side and dropped open-mouth kisses to your neck and shoulders. âSo Iâve noticed.â You dipped your finger in the chocolate frosting and brought it up to Rafaelâs lips. He sucked greedily on your index finger, his eyes boring into yours.
Your breath hitched. You resumed frosting your cake which was becoming increasingly difficult to do with Rafael nuzzling your neck while he ran his hands up and down your arms. You bit back a whimper and grinded back against him, feeling his growing erection press against your ass. âWhy do I feel like weâre about to reenact the pottery scene from Ghost.â
He chuckled and gently nibbled on your earlobe.The scruff on his cheeks tickled your skin. âDo you want me to hum Unchained Melody.â
You giggled and tried to wiggle away only to have him tighten his hold on your waist. âActually I have a better idea. Why donât we eat this cake in the bedroom.â You grabbed the cake and glanced back at Rafael, motioning to the fridge. âDonât forget to bring the whipped cream too,â you said with a wink.
Traipsing back to the bedroom, with Rafael following, you made sure to put a little more swing in your hips, fully aware that if you turned around, youâd catch him staring at your ass. There were still a lot of unknowns for you and Rafael and while you werenât sure what the future held, you did know one thingâthis was definitely the best birthday ever!
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