#i wanna talk about it sooo badly but. must keep things under wraps. must not spoil 😭

[embv]

god do i love my canon-divergent au <3

[sinsiriuslyemo]

Oh my fucking God I want to die because you are so good at writing!! I mean, you must be an Angel!! Sooo can I ask u if you could maybe write Barba and the reader having super sweet fluffy Sex (bc I don't think that we must give Lucia a heart attack by seeing her son in Xtreme dom mode...) and Lucia walking in on them?

Barba having gentle, cuddly sex with the reader and his mother walks in?  

omg barba fucking you in his childhood bedroom plz plz plz and he has to keep you quiet!!      

Thank you sweet anons, both for your compliments and for these requests. I am so sorry this took so long, but I hope you enjoy it!! I combined these two requests because they seemed to go naturally together, and I won’t lie I had a little fun with it!!

“Are you sure your mom is okay with me staying here?” you asked, a little nervously as the cab pulled up to the old brownstone in the Bronx.

“Of course she is,” he answered without hesitation. “She’s been wanting to meet you for a while, what better time than Fourth of July weekend?” he added with a smirk.

“I just want to make a good impression,” you said softly as he pulled you out of the taxi and grabbed your joint bag from the trunk.

The two of you had been living together for over a year now, things were getting serious between you and he’d already been casually eying rings. The only thing left to do before he asked you to be his wife was for you to meet his mother. In truth, Rafael would’ve preferred for the introduction to have happened much sooner, but between his schedule and yours, timing had been your nemesis.

“What if she thinks I’m some floozy, trying to corrupt her perfect Catholic school boy?” you asked softly, frowning at the thought. If only Mrs. Barba knew that between the two of you, Rafael was the slightly kinkier one...not that she would ever learn that.

“She will not think you’re a floozy. You are amazing, and kind, and smart...I mean you’re dating me, clearly you’ve got a good head on your shoulders,” he teased, winking at you.

He smiled when you giggled and tugged you up the steps to the front door where a note was taped to the knocker.

Mijo,

En la calle.

--Mami

“What does that mean?” you asked, looking at him.

“She’s running errands,” he answered, using his copy of the key to get inside. “And I’m sure she would want to give you the official tour, so why don’t I put this in the fridge…” He took the portable cake carried that held the flan you’d brought from your hand. “And then I’ll just show you my room since we’ll be sleeping there,” he offered.

“Oh this is gonna be good,” you mused playfully. “I’ve always wondered what teenage Rafael’s room would look like.”

He chuckled, pulling you up the stairs just as his mom walked through the door lugging a grocery cart filled to the brim behind her. Taking a deep breath as Rafi released your hand to help his mother, you followed behind him as he wheeled the cart into the kitchen.

“Mami, this is Y/N,” he said, turning briefly to wrap an arm around your waist. “Cariño, this my mother, Lucia Barba.”

You held out a hand anxiously, smiling at the older woman, who smiled back softly.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, Y/N,” Lucia said, shaking your hand.

“Likewise, Mrs. Barba.”

“Por favor, call me Lucia. Bueno, let’s put these groceries away and then we can get to know each other, si?” she suggested, beginning to put the food away in the fridge and cupboards.

With the three of you working together, the haul was put away in no time, and Lucia sent Rafael to the back porch to clean the grill and get it ready for grilling burgers. In the meantime, you and Lucia chatted in the kitchen, fixing the salads and seasoning the meat patties. She put you at ease almost instantly, and it was abundantly clear where your boyfriend got his wit and intelligence. The meeting had gone extraordinarily well, and by the time the three of you sat down for dinner, you were talking as though you’d known each other for years.

After dinner, Lucia taught you how to make Cuban coffee while Rafael took out the flan you had made the night before.

“Was this your first time making flan?” Lucia asked as the three of you sat down for coffee and dessert.

“Yes...I’m really nervous, I wanted to make sure it was tasty and authentic. There are so many different recipes for it,” you answered as you served her a piece before giving one to Rafael and one for yourself.

“It’s all in the timing, it looks and smells delicious,” she said as she examined both sides of her slice. “Y mira how smooth it looks, no bubbles, that’s good,” she added, finally piercing the corner with her fork.

Dear God, why did you feel as though you were on Hell’s Kitchen with Gordon Ramsay scrutinizing a dish before telling you it was ‘dreadful’ and expecting a ‘Thank you, chef’ in response? She tasted it and you watched with baited breath, heart pounding in your chest until she hummed in approval.

“Coño, que rico,” she hummed, looking up at you. “It’s perfect.”

“Really?”

“Si, it’s very good,” she answered honestly.

“Better than yours?” Rafael asked carefully, smirking when his mother narrowed her eyes at him.

“Ten cuidado, mijo,” she warned playfully and you chuckled.

“I’m sure your flan is a million times better,” you offered, smiling softly.

“This is very good, Y/N, I mean it. I’m impressed,” she answered, smiling.

When the dishes were cleared and set in the dishwasher, Lucia gave you the tour of her home, regaling you with stories of your boyfriend’s youth. Some made him laugh, some made him blush bashfully, others he just rolled his eyes at. Finally it had gotten late, and Lucia retired to her bedroom, leaving you to settle yourselves into Rafael’s old room.

“My mom loves you,” he whispered as he followed you into his room.

“I love her too. I can see where a lot of your personality came from,” you answered. “Oh my God,” you snickered as you took in the Star Wars and Dukes of Hazzard posters taped on the walls. “Wow, Rafael Barba is a Star Wars geek,” you teased.

“Okay, laugh it up,” he groaned.

“I’m not laughing, I’m just glad that I have ammo when you tease me about my Batman obsession,” you answered. “Star Wars is awesome, you have good taste,” you added as you unpacked your bag into his old dresser.

You both changed into some pj’s and laid on his full sized bed. It was then that you got your first glimpse of the Barbara Eden poster he had thumb-tacked into the ceiling, illuminated only by the moonlight coming in from the window.

“I see you had a thing for I Dream of Jeannie as well,” you mused, bringing a hand to lay on his naked belly.

“She was my childhood crush…” He blushed a deep red.

“Why are you blushing?” you asked with a sly grin as your fingertips circled his belly button.

“Well...there’s a...reason the poster is tact where it is,” he mumbled.

“Oh reeeally?” you whispered, letting your index finger slowly follow the path created by the strip of downy hair that began under his navel and led to his groin. “Did you have fantasies about Jeannie coming into your room late at night and granting you three wishes?” you inquired.

For a moment, he said nothing as he stared up at the image of his childhood crush dressed in her Jeannie costume.

“Just one wish,” he murmured softly, sheepish smirk coming over his face.

“Tell me…”

“I’d really rather not,” he replied in a chuckle.

“Aww come on, Rafi...tell me. I won’t tell anyone, I swear,” you promised, looking up at him.

He sighed softly, rubbing over his eyes with his thumb and index finger. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, his internal battle pulling between sharing or not sharing. Finally he relented.

“I used to imagine that I’d find her bottle somehow, and that night, I would rub the bottle...she would come out, take one look at me and beg for me to wish that she...would be mine forever,” he answered quietly, as though there were other people in the room that might’ve heard him had he spoken the words too loudly.

“She would make you use up a wish for that? Why not spare you the wish?”

“I don’t know, I was thirteen and going through puberty, raging hormones, horny almost all the time,” he answered. “Besides, I...kind of loved the idea of her...you know, wanting me that badly that she would be bound by a wish from her master to...are you laughing at me?” he asked, his own mouth stretching into a smirk as he blindly reached in the dark to tickle you.

“No,” you answered in a giggle.

“I was thirteen,” he repeated, making you laugh a little louder. “You’re telling me that you didn’t have strange fantasies when you were coming into your sexuality?”

Suddenly your laughter stopped and he grinned.

“Spill.”

“She does have a great rack,” you observed, trying to steer the conversation back to his teen obsession.

“You’re deflecting my question,” he replied. Fucking lawyers.

“Ugh, fine,” you groaned. “I had a thing for Junior Floyd from Little Giants…”

“The football movie? Figures,” he muttered. “If you had met me as a teenager, you wouldn’t have given me the time of day.”

“Hey, come on...if I had met you as a teenager it would be a crime to give you the time of day,” you teased.

“You know what I mean,” he said softly.

“That’s not true, Raf. You would’ve won me over with your wit and amazing ass,” you replied, kissing his jaw.

“Really?”

“Really,” you replied honestly. “I would’ve been clawing Barbara Eden’s eyes out in no time to be all yours,” you added and smiled when you could see traces of his smirk in the moonlight.

“You wanna be my Jeannie right now, mi amor?” he asked huskily as he rolled on his side to face you and began kissing your neck.

“What are you doing? Your mom is in the next room,” you whispered, though you made no move to stop him.

“She’s asleep, cariño,” he answered as one hand slipped under your tshirt.

“Rafael…” you whined, moaning softly when his hand started to massage your breast while he sucked on your pulse point.

Humming softly, your eyes fell shut as you arched your back in an effort to press further into his paw. The hand closest to him slid over the mattress between you to palm him through the fleece pants on his hips, and he groaned against your skin, rocking his hips forward. Biting down on your bottom lip, you turned your body to face him and took his lips with your own while one leg hooked over his frame, pulling his center closer to yours.

“Oh Master,” you whimpered softly, earning a moan from your boyfriend. “Master, I love how you’re touching me…”

“Oh my God,” he whispered in a shudder, and you could feel his cock stirring against your clothed core. Every time his organ moved, you could feel the heat between your thighs growing stronger.

“Something’s happening to me,” you breathed against the shell of his ear. “Whenever I look at you, I feel a tingle in my pantaloonies.”

His kisses seized for a moment as he picked up his head and gave you a pointed look.

“Sorry, always wanted to use pantaloonies in a sentence,” you mumbled, fighting a bashful grin.

“Do you have it out of your system?” he mumbled back and you nodded your head.

“Master..?” you whimpered as his mouth claimed your neck again, hands pushing your shirt up to expose your body to the cool night air.

“Yes, Jeannie?”

“I need you,” you said a little louder, and he urgently shushed you, trailing tokens of his lust down the length of your neck.

Moaning softly, you arched your back, fingers tangling in the hair on the back of his head and guiding him to your chest. His mouth dutifully closed around your nipple, tongue circling and flicking before he created a gentle suction to bring it to life. Your arms crossed just under your chin as your fingers curled under the hem of your shirt, pulling it out of the way as he switched breasts. You could feel long digits toying with the waistband of your panties.

“Oh Master, please touch me,” you whined.

“Cariño, you have to keep it down,” he whispered, lifting his head again to look at you with slightly wide eyes.

“Maybe you should put something in my mouth to silence me,” you answered, smirking at him playfully.

He blushed, smiling as he got to his knees on the bed and pushed his soft pants down to his knees. You widened your stare as the pale moonlight shone on his organ, as though you were seeing it for the first time. Licking your lips in anticipation you gently pushed him to lay on his back, shifting down on the bed until you could place a soft kiss on his tip. His teeth worrying his bottom lip, he watched as you kissed the v below his crown and a strained mewl escaped him.

“Do you like that, Master?” you asked innocently, licking along the thick vein on the underside of his appendage.

“Yes, I do,” he whispered back, hand moving to hold your hair away from your face as he rocked his hips upward.

You hummed as your mouth finally closed around him, sucking softly and bobbing your head slowly, letting him reach further and further down your throat. Pulling his pants down the rest of the way, you lapped at his balls while you hand twisted over his rigid shaft.

“Master,” you said in a sultry voice, crawling back up his form. “I want you to make me yours,” you purred. “Please...I’m begging you, make me yours forever.”

He grunted quietly, mouth ravaging yours as he rolled the both of you over and made quick work of kissing down your torso until he was readying you with his mouth and tongue. Moaning when you grasped his hair, and tugged him closer, hips rolling against his assault. He could hear your heavy breathing above him growing and knew the noises that would soon follow would be far too loud to not be heard. He forced himself away from your center to move and align himself with your entrance.

“Fuck me, Master--”

“I can’t fuck you, Jeannie, we have to be quiet,” he answered softly.

“Jesus Christ, Rafi, you know what I mean,” you muttered with a chuckle. He silenced you again with lips pressed against yours as he surged forward, muffling your elated cry with his mouth as he filled you unlike any other man before him.

“Oh Master,” you sighed in a high pitched susurrate as your arms wrapped around him.

“Mm Jeannie,” he purred, allowing you time to adjust to the way he was stretching your body before he began to gently move in and out.

As he made love to you in his childhood bedroom, the only sounds that could be heard other than the soft creak of the full sized bed were heavy breaths and tiny, almost inaudible whimpers, along with the occasional full volumed moan that would swiftly be shushed.

You whimpered, biting down hard on your bottom lip. “Oh God, Rafi--”

“Shhh…” You could feel his tiny grunts billow against your lips and you closed the space between you to kiss him passionately. The smacking of your lips as he kissed your mouth and the soft, wet sounds from where your bodies were joined took you to the brink of your insanity, and could swear you heard the gently thumping of the headboard against the window sill...only the thumping wasn't coming from above your head, it sounded as though it was coming from…

“Oh no!”

The door opened as Lucia’s voice sounded from the now lit hallway, giving her just enough light to see her son on top of you, rocking his hips between your legs.

“Oye, if you want, I can get the air mattress-- Aye Dios mio! Rafael!” The door slammed shut again as your boyfriend jumped away from you, settling beside you on the bed and bringing the covers up to your chins.

“Mami!” he groaned in a tone you could imagine he had perfected in his youth.

“Rafi, how am I supposed to know what you were doing?” you heard Lucia asked from behind the door. “Yo no soy psychic!”

You had put your shirt back on and thanked your lucky stars for the lack of light being able to display your beet-red countenance as Rafael called out to his mother, “You could’ve knocked!”

“Oye, I’m your mother, I don’t knock ni un carajo!” she bellowed back from the hallway. “Bueno, I’d like to get some sleep, you two should try to get some too! And we are never to speak of this, me entiendes?” She didn’t wait for an answer before she moved back down the hall to her room, muttering in Spanglish something about her baby boy living in sin.

When the two of you heard her bedroom door shut, you let out a breath, finally looking at each other in the dark.

“And now she hates me,” you mumbled softly.

“She doesn’t--”

“I am now the whore that corrupted her good, Catholic school boy.”

“I promise you, she will never bring this up. She’ll just act like it never happened and try to forget what she saw,” he offered.

“Oh, you mean her son’s naked ass humping between my open legs?”

“Cariño...she’ll forget about it,” he said again. “She won’t hold it against you, if anything she’ll call me the pervert,” he added with a smirk.

“Well I, for one, am going to hit myself over the head with a very heavy object so that I forget that your mother caught us having sex, too,” you mumbled, turning to lay on your side.

There was a moment of silence before you felt his hand on your hip, and you looked back at him to see a sheepish expression on his face.

“Can we at least finish?” he mumbled softly.

“Are you kidding me?”

“She went to sleep--”

“That’s what you said earlier,” you pointed out. “Let’s just get some sleep, we can play I Dream of Jeannie when we get home,” you replied. He sighed, nodding his head and laying on his back beside you, eyes looking up at the poster above his bed.

“Well, Barbara...looks like it’s just you and me,” he teased and you playfully elbowed him in the ribs as you rolled over to cuddle up to him.