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Kinktober Day 9: Angry Sex

Hate/Angry Sex || Lingerie || Forced orgasm (consensual)

Day 9 of @the-purity-pen’s Kinktober

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Summary: The squad weren't the only ones kept in the dark over Rafael's death threats.

Pairing: Rafael Barba x f!Reader

Author's Note: Er, almost skipped this one and then this happened? I hope you enjoy. It might be my favorite yet, actually.

The kitchen was silent except for the click of the door behind the officer as she headed back into the hall and muffled voices as she spoke with her partner, lining up who would take watch where and how. She had been running you through the security detail for the last hour, asking questions about schedules, exposure, what was a must and what was negotiable. Rafael would be getting a security detail; you were asked to stay home. The department was stretched thin, the officer had explained, and it would be easier to keep an officer on the apartment and you at the same time. Rafael had to be in court, had to be seen in public, so you were asked to let your career come second. You had ground your teeth as the officer explained, hand clenched into a fist under the table, but you nodded and didn’t push back. When you glanced up at Rafael, he wouldn’t meet your eyes.

Now he stood across from you, leaning back against the kitchen counter, arms crossed. His fingers tapped out a rhythm on his bicep and he kept his eyes on the fruit bowl in the middle of the table. The silence was thick, only punctuated by the sound of traffic on the street and the hum of the refrigerator.

There was a ping and you jumped in surprise, Rafael’s phone vibrating on the counter. He picked it up, eyes scanning the alert quickly before sliding it back into his pocket and straightening up.

“There’s still some stuff I need to review for tomorrow, so I’m just going to--” he gestured to the home office you had set up and turned to leave the kitchen.

Your anger flared bright in your chest at that, as he tried to take the cowards way out. “No, you fucking will not.” You stood, coming around the table to cut off his retreat. “No, you’re going to sit back down here with me and explain what the fuck you were thinking. Fucking death threats? For eight months?”

He met your gaze briefly, then flickered to the middle distance behind you. “It wasn’t like that this whole time. I get hang ups and notes all the time.” He waved a hand in the air, as if to encompass the totality of threats he’d received in his career.

“Oh, you get threats all the time, so it’s no big deal?”

“It’s not. Jesus, all ADAs get notes. Criminals tend not to like being locked up.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh yes, ok, silly me, that makes it totally fine, then.”

He huffed and tried to push around you to get out of the kitchen. “It was. Fucking hell, you’re overreacting.”

Your eyes were hard and your mouth set in a furious line, moving to keep him in front of you, hand coming to put a firm pressure on his chest and keep him there. “There was just a fucking police officer in our kitchen, explaining to me, in great detail, the type of security detail they would be putting on you, on me, because some punk-ass motherfucker threatened to kill both of us.”

His eyebrows knit together briefly, eyes narrowing and shoulders slumping with guilt that you had been brought into this too.

“That’s what I thought. Overreacting my ass.” You pushed lightly on his chest, glaring at him.

His eyes flashed in response. “I was protecting you.”

You laughed in response. A cruel, hard sound.

His eyes narrowed in anger and he took a step forward into your space. “Fuck you, I was. I was keeping you out of it.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You were standing chest to chest now, your hand fisted in the front of his jacket, pulling him even closer as though your words might get through his thick skull better that way. “Fuck you--this is my life too, I deserved to know what was going on. I don’t deserve to have to hide at home, put my own fucking job to the side because you had to fucking square up against some asshole instead of reporting him. And don’t try to make some excuse--you fucking gave him our address. This isn’t a school-yard throwdown, Rafael, this was a fucking bullet through the mail.”

His eyes flashed but he stayed silent, jaw clenched. Your chests brushed with each heaving breath, and you felt full to bursting with fury. “Fucking say something!” You tightened your grip on his jacket and shook him once, hard. His hands came up in response, gripping your biceps hard enough to bruise. You started to shift your weight forward, expecting him to shove you back, but he gripped harder and pulled you to him, taking your mouth in a bruising kiss.

It was over before you could register and you pulled back to look into his eyes. They were narrowed and his mouth was curled into a snarl. “Fuck you,” you said again, for emphasis, and dove back in, kissing him hard.

It was desperate, frenzied. Hands everywhere, pushing and pulling as you stumbled over to the couch. There was the ping of buttons flying off as you yanked off his jacket and vest, tearing his suspenders down and shoving your hands down to scramble at his fly.

He panted against your mouth, gasping as you shoved your hand in his pants and grasped his cock, half hard in his briefs, and set a quick pace as you started to jerk him off. In retaliation he yanked down the neck of your shirt, taking the cup of your bra with it and taking your nipple in his teeth and tugging.

“Fuck,” you threw your head back as he ran his tongue over the bite before taking it between his lips and sucking. “Fuck, you’re so fucking infuriating.”

Your grip on his cock loosened as he gave as good as you and took your other breast into his mouth, biting at the bottom swell hard enough to leave a mark. Your free hand flew to his hair and you gripped it tight, pulling a groan from him.

“Shut up,” he panted, grabbing at your hips and turning to shove you onto the couch. “This wasn’t about you--”

You fell backwards onto the cushions, your grip on him pulling him down with you. “Bullshit,” you spat against his mouth, biting at his lips and tugging on his hair again as he grabbed the hem of your skirt and shoved it up over your hips. “You were just being fucking selfish.”

He raked his nails down your thighs and back up, shoving your panties to the side with no preamble. You gasped and then groaned as he pressed two fingers into you and curled them, coating them in slick before pulling them out to spread it over your pussy, and shoving them back in.

“Fuck you,” he bit out, setting a hard pace with his fingers. Your back arched and you moaned. He gave you a few more thrusts, then removed his hand completely.

“Shit,” you were breathing hard, “fuck, don’t stop that, why did you stop?” You shoved at his shoulders to get some room and grabbed at your panties, pulling them off completely while he reared up over you, yanking his pants and briefs down his thighs just far enough to get his cock out. He gripped himself with the hand covered in your slick and gave a few hard pulls, coating his dick, before you grabbed his shirt in your fist and pulled him back down to you. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you shifted your hips up and with a single, smooth thrust, he fucked into you, groaning, long and deep.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, so hot.”

You moaned in response, hands gripping at his shoulders, his hair. Pulling, rolling your hips against him. “Fuck, Raf, fucking move. Fuck me.”

“Shit, fuck--” he scraped his teeth down your neck and you arched up. Breathing hard through his nose, he pulled back onto his knees, gripped your hips hard, and set a brutal pace, fucking into you deep, the obsecene sound of slick skin on slick skin filling the apartment.

You cried out in response, hands flying out to grab at him, the couch, anything to hold on as he worked his hips, fucking into you hard and fast.

“Is that what you fucking wanted?” He was breathing hard, the muscles in his thighs flexing as he kept up the pace. “You wanted to get fucked? Like this?”

All you could do was moan in response, coherent thought fled from your brain, as he worked you into the couch. You squeezed your eyes shut as heat started to curl in your lower belly, breath coming in short, quick bursts as he rode you towards orgasm.

A sharp crack sounded through the air, and your eyes flew open and you gasped at the stinging pain on your thigh as Rafael brought his hand down hard enough to get your attention. Hard enough to leave a mark.

“Look at me. Fucking look at me. Fuck, you know just how to get under my skin.” His eyes were dark with lust and narrowed with effort, drops of sweat dripping down the side of his face. He slid a hand from your hips down to rub your clit in hard circles in time with his thrusts.

That final touch was like lightening to your core--you choked and cried out, arching up under him and cumming hard, cunt clenching down on his cock.

“Ah, fuck,” He groaned, “so fucking tight, shit!” He managed a handful more thrusts into your heat before he was cumming too, fingers digging into your hips hard, leaving bruises.

“Fucking hell,” Rafael muttered, breathing hard through his nose as he tried to catch his breath. He pulled out, sitting back on his heels before dropping back on to the couch.

You lay there, eyes closed, heart rate starting to come down. The adrenaline from the moment was wearing off and it left you feeling hollow. The thick silence from before started to settle over both of you again as you lay there catching your breath. There was a rustle of fabric and you felt the couch dip as Rafael got up. His footsteps as he left the room seemed magnified in the silence. You heard the bathroom door close and the water turn on.

A minute or two passed without his return, the hollow feeling spreading from your chest to the rest of your body. You could feel Rafael’s cum drip out and down your thighs, leaving you and the couch sticky with his release. With a groan, you started to roll over and push up off the couch to get cleaned up yourself, when the bathroom door opened and Rafael came back over, damp towel in hand. Gently pushing you to lie back down, he kneeled on the floor next to the couch and started to clean up your thighs with gentle strokes, running his fingers over the bruises he had left on your hips. You watched as he stroked your thigh with his thumb, running it over the bright red handprint he had left behind. He ducked forward and pressed a series of soft kisses to the mark, each one the start of an apology. You let out a shaky breath, anger at him and the lying and his stupid posturing in the face of danger all burnt up in the passion, leaving behind the fear and the worry. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, and you settled a hand on the back of his head, gently stroking his hair.

“Raf--” you started, softly.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled into your skin.

You sighed heavily, weaving your fingers into his hair as he rested his forehead on your thigh. “I know.”

You stayed like that for long minutes, his lips soft on your thigh, your fingers in his hair. No, it wasn’t resolved. The death threats were still there, and your terror that he would just keep running into these situations gripped your heart. But it was a step in the right direction.

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Hating You Never Felt so Good

PAIRING: Elliot stabler/F!Reader 

WARNINGS: rough sex, oral sex(F receiving), degradation, spit kink, slight choking, unprotected sex, orgasm delay/denial

SUMMARY: you and Elliot hated each other, and yet you were forced to work together on an undercover assignment. One day when you do something he doesn’t like, you two get into an argument, one thing leads to another and…

WC: 1443

Elliot stabler had the unusual ability to constantly piss you off beyond words. He could be a selfish asshole, a fuking dipshit, or whatever other creative nickname you could come up with at the time. The nature of your work entailed that you had to spend a lot of time with him, meaning you were prone to storming out of the room in a huff of anger almost daily.

The two of you were in the middle of an extensive undercover operation in a boring suburban town, working hard to bust a crime ring operating nearby. You had just come back to your cookie cutter house where Elliot was surely waiting inside, angry. You had taken a leap of faith and done something without talking to him first. Even though you were right, you knew he would be angry with you for not consulting him.

“Elliot, just listen to me,” you screeched, waving your hands frantically. When you got home you found him holed up in his room, barely keeping a calm demeanor.

“No. You put this whole thing at risk,” he was pointing his finger in your face, something that always aggravated you beyond measure.

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Warm breathe fanning over your sensitive skin, the comfort his body brought to yours felt like home — Two puzzle pieces made for each other, completing their counterpart. Without him, the whole world felt empty, sorrowful and grey, sad and trivial. And then, he appeared, carrying with him the colors of the rainbow, brightening the darkened skies and banishing the threatening clouds.

It was you both against the world, a hopeless cause, yet, the thought of leaving his side never crossed your mind — not once. He was everything you needed, your world, your god and your reason to live. Cursed tie keeping yourself close to him, despite the wrong choices of his, the blood he had on his hands, staining his skin and tainting his soul.

You became his sole obsession, the only thing he needed to protect at all cost, whatever the outcome of this war. His heart made of steel cracked open for you, showering with a love that felt so unfamiliar yet so warm. You were addicted to him, intoxicated by his eyes on your face, his scent filling your nose, the feeling of his lips against your skin.

Slowly, your back arches against the mattress, right hand fisting the bed sheets and knuckles turning white. Lips slightly parted, head thrown back, you carefully bury your heels into the small of his back, sweet sigh falling off your mouth. No one would understand. No one could. They didn’t see him the way you were — How loving he was, how you had him wrapped around your finger. The way he makes love to you, always so slow and deep, jade eyes boring into your soul. No, they wouldn’t understand. You earned it, you fought for it : And no one could take that back from you.

Eren leans forward, butterfly kisses ghosting over the skin of your exposed neck, lips making their way down to your collarbone. His grip around your waist tightens, arm placed under you, keeping your back arched, free hand beside your head to prevent him from crushing you. Despite the sound of his hips meeting yours with the same intensity, despite the moans you’d let out at each of his thrust, you could hear whisper those blessed three words, over, and over again.

The words that belonged to you, the words no one else was worthy enough to receive. More than pride, it felt like a crown sitting on your head, tears pricking the corner of your half lided eyes at his endless confessions. Tears of love, emotion and sadness — The sadness of being the only soul able to see through him, to understand who he was.

‘I love you,’ he breathes, lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. Trembling fingers caress his jaw and cheeks, carefully grabbing a few locks of his ebony hair, face tilting to the side. It was one of those kisses that made you feel warm and safe, tongues dancing with each other, pretty sighs leaving your mouth, clashing against his.

‘I love you,’ you whisper, fingers gently pressing on the top of his head to let his cheek rest against your heaving chest. Hearing your heart beat was the only thing Eren needed to stay alive, the symphony that would escort him to sleep, opening the door of the realm of dreams.

His hips stop moving, just for a moment, and, suddenly, you could feel his body relax against yours. He needed to hear, he needed to feel. Slowly, Eren’s body gets back to his previous work, his length stretching you, leaving its mark. You were close, so close your voice wasn’t able to get out anymore, leaving you mouth slightly agape and eyes squeezed shut.

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There was nothing more beautiful than two human beings flying away together, escaping, for a moment, from the cruel reality of this world. Eren was holding you tightly, a low sigh leaving his throat as his arms bring you even closer to him, seemingly trying to melt into you. You were one, it has always been, and it will remain, until the end.