Dedicated to @samsvu18

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Warnings: Smut, rough sex, cursing

Rustic bars always made me feel at home. The big city life could become tiresome at times so I was happy that Sammy's Place was there to give me some nostalgia of rural life. Hidden between two apartment complexes, this bar was one I would often venture to on Saturday nights. When I wasn't out on duty or generally dealing with the stresses of being an adult, I came here to get partially shitfaced. After all, this place felt like it was made for me...like it was specifically my place...Samantha's Place.
My main purpose of getting shitfaced tonight was to forget about a certain someone. A someone who made my heart skip a beat and made my face flush a bright rouge hue. Today I had made a complete and utter fool of myself in front of Rafael Barba.
Before transferring to Special Victims Unit, I worked at Vice. They always made me do desk work because they thought I would be too emotional for the job. I really think they just wanted me gone so they wouldn't get in trouble for sleeping with the prostitutes and using the drugs themselves. I didn't have the best partners for detectives; I didn't feel like their partner at all really. My boss was even worse. He regularly took bribes from pimps so that we would focus our attention on a more important investigation.
Needless to say I was extremely happy to get out of there. IEB eventually caught up with them, and I was found innocent of any crimes. Tucker pulled me aside during his investigation and said off the record that I should put in to transfer to Manhattan Special Victims Unit. Three months later I was officially apart of the team. In the beginning I mainly had desk work, but as time passed I was out there with Fin as my partner.
Yesterday I was able to go to a court room for the first time in my whole detective career. I had never been in a courtroom before so my emotions ended up getting to me. While the defendant was up on the stand lying his ass off, I yelled at Barba to do something. In my mind, Barba was letting that guy walk all over him and the victim. The judge did not like my outburst at all and warned me that if I were to say anything else that I would be thrown out of the courtroom. I sat back down and sunk low in my seat.
After the trial Barba came up to me and yelled at me, "If you cannot control yourself, I will make sure you get sent back to Vice!"
Having a sort of affection for the ADA, I blushed immensely. I had not know him long, but every time I saw him I could not help but stumble over my words. I knew there was no chance in hell he had liked me back. We maybe had one or two full conversations, and I was probably just some dumb rookie to him. He was constantly on my mind when I was not thinking about work, but he probably did not even know my name.
Tonight I was going to get over him. I was going to get wasted, have a one night stand, and wake up next to a complete stranger who I hopefully would never see in that bar again.
I walked through the front door and hear a little dinging noise above me. Not many people were in the bar tonight, surprisingly. It was Saturday night after all. Checking my phone I saw that the time read 10:04 p.m. I was probably going to sleep in till 1 p.m. tomorrow. Hopefully I wouldn't have to wake up and come into work tomorrow. I requested the day off. Lieutenant Benson clearly wanted to ask why, but her morals told her that it was not the best idea. I told her that if she honestly absolutely needed me I would come in. She just shook her head and told me not to worry about it.
"Detective Monroe?" I heard on oddly familiar voice.
I turned my head.
FUCK MY LIFE!
Right there in front of me was Rafael fucking Barba in the flesh and blood. The one person I did not want to see showed up the one place I had claimed as my own. Not wanting to be a socially awkward mid-30s adult-woman-child-person-thing, I walked over towards him.
What the fuck are you doing Sami?
"Hey Barba...um...how are you?" I grinned.
You are a fucking idiot Sami.
He replied, "Good. How are you doing?"
Fucking awful.
"I'm good," I laughed nervously.
He said, "Listen-"
"I know," I cut him off, "I fucked up earlier. I'm really sorry about that. I was just so emotional. I never got to do much of anything other than desk work at my last job. In the moment I did not realize that I was shouting in a courtroom. I totally get if you never want to see me again, but tonight I am going to stay in the bar and have fun. So you can leave if you don't want to see me."
"Actually," he rolled his eyes, "If you had let me finish, you would have known that I don't want to never see you again. I actually wanted to come and find you. I noticed one night that you came in here. I then began to take notice of the fact that this seems to be ritual for you...coming here most Saturday nights. I just wanted to talk to you Detective Monroe. May I do that?"
No. This is going to be awkward. Walk away Sami!
"Sure..."
"Well I wanted to apologize. I should not have snapped like I did. I do not want you going back to Vice. Look, I do not apologize for hardly anything I do or say so I hope you understand that I mean it. I notice how you always stammer and stumbled around me. I know I can be intimidating, but I can promise you I am a nice person...sometimes," said Barba.
"Well thank you. I apologize for my actions. I should not have made a scene."
"Skip the sentiment Detective Monroe. I'll let you get back to your after-hours fun. I'm sure you did not want to see me anyway," he laughed.
C'mon Sami! This could be your only shot at getting to know him!
"Hey Barba?"
"Yeah?"
"Would you like to join me?"
He looked at me with a curious and perplexed look, "You want me to drink with you? I thought you wanted me to leave."
"Well I did," I looked down at my feet, "However, I have changed my mind."
He smirked, "Why?"
   He walked closer to me. Taking my hand, he guided me into the back corner of the bar. The mood was much less lively compared to the middle and front of Sammy's. Couples were making out back here, and I was sure one was full on out fucking. I never visited this side because of how the sexual atmosphere was so palpable.
"Is it because you like me?" he asked once we sat in a leather booth.
"I-I don't know what you are talking about."
"Oh I think you do. I know you do. I asked Carisi and he said that you had a crush on me."
"How did he know?" I asked.
"He has had three sisters. Remember? He probably knows when a girl likes someone."
"True...so..."
"Do you want to skip the small talk?" he smirked.
"Barba? What has gotten into you?"
He replied, "You do not want to?"
"I do! I really do! I just never expected this from you."
"Trust me...I am full of surprises..."

After one incredibly long walk back to my apartment

   The keys crashed the floor along with my bag as Rafael spun my around to kiss my lips. I gasped in surprise, and Rafael stopped for a moment. I let him know it was okay and that I wanted to continue. He placed his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me into a deeper kiss.
"I've wanted to kiss your lips ever since you first spoke to me. They looked soft and were the perfect shade of natural pink," he said.
I winked, "Are they as soft as you expected?"
He growled, "Even softer."
The night continued on in a heated passion of sexual tension that had been built up for months. He tugged my hair occasionally and whispered phrases in Spanish into my ear. Our moans filled the apartment, bouncing off the walls right back at us. The slapping noises from his hard thrusts made it sound as if some sort of porno was going on. I'm sure I will get an earful tomorrow, but for tonight I would make the most of it. I thought that tomorrow we would never speak of this again. We would act as if nothing had happened. That's what you do when you are an adult. You lie to yourself.
   I could feel my orgasm. I knew he had felt it too because he suddenly picked up his pace. I could not control myself. I writhed and squirmed with immense pleasure. I was screaming his name and cumming all over his hard cock. Despite the soreness, I wanted him to keep going. I wanted to be his little fuckbuddy. I wanted the night to never end, because in the morning nothing would ever truly be the same. We would be only having tiny conversations again, but this time it was for a different reason.
"I'm not done with you yet," he said in a demanding voice.
Flipping me over so that now my stomach touched the soft sheets, he rammed into my sore wet heat with everything he had had in him. At this point I was a complete mess. He had me begging for him and screaming rather than moaning.
He said, "You like this? You like bouncing on my cock. I can feel you pushing back. Do you know how hard that makes me?"
"Do!" *Thrust* "You!" *Thrust* "Know!" *Thrust*
"A-ah Daddy yes! Please fuck me like this."
"A Daddy kink?" he smiled.
In the moment I did not care. I simply wanted to continue feeling this immense pleasure. I was aching from cumming so much, but it was as if my body and brain were working against each other. One wanted to be treated like a fuck buddy and the other wanted to retain some sort of dignity.
"What's my name?" he mercilessly pounded.
My brain won.
"Daddy! Oh fuck me hard Daddy!"
"Good girl. Do you think you could do something for Daddy?"
"Anything!"
He pulled out, "Why don't you wrap that pretty little mouth of yours around my cock?"
Lust prevented any sort of answer relating to no. I immediately moved over so he could properly lay on the bed. I stuck my ass up in the air as I got in between his legs. I took his pulsating cock in my mouth and began swirling it around like a lollipop. He groaned and grabbed onto my hair. I teased him with a few kisses to his tip and some light flicks of the tongue near his balls.
"Ugh. And you were doing so well..." he grabbed me and pulled me onto the floor.
He stood up and smacked my cheeks with his member, "Do you like this?"
I nodded my head.
"Good. Open up baby."
I opened my mouth and not a moment later he grabbed the back of my head and shoved all of his throbbing cock into me. My nose touched his torso and the head of his cock went down my throat.
"Oh you look so sexy taking all of me. Why don't you just stay there? Here. I'll take my hands off of your head," he said.
I stayed there. Usually my gag reflex was not great, but perhaps the intense desire make me open up.
"I've got an idea," he took his member out of my mouth and left the room to go retrieve something.
A few moments later he returned with his belt that had dropped to the floor near the kitchen earlier. He told me about his idea, and I decided to go along with it. He belted me to his cock. He had a hold on one end so he could control how tight or loose it was.
"You have no idea how long I have wanted to see you like this," he admitted, "You tease me so much with those lips. Now here you are...they are all mine. They are wrapped around me with saliva dripping out of your stretched corners."
He thrusted harshly, "Oh fuck. You take me so well. It's like your mouth was made for me. Hold on to my hips."
I placed my hands on his hips, and he placed his hands on the back of my head. He proceeded to harshly and quickly thrust into my mouth. I could do nothing but take it. I looked up at him and saw his head down and eyes looking straight into mine. He thrusted deeper and faster. I never knew he had such stamina.
"Are you ready to swallow me baby girl?"
Somehow, I nodded my head.
He went at a monstrous speed. I could feel my lips burning and cracking because of how stressed and stretched they actually were. It was hard to keep my composure as I deep throated him. Suddenly, he came. All of his built up cum slide down my throat. He did not untie to belt until I had swallowed it all.
After taking off the belt he immediately pulled out, "Are you alright?"
"Y-yes," my throat burned.
"I'll go grab you some water," he turned around and left the room.
I sat on the floor for a quick moment before managing to get up onto the bed. Rafael came back in shortly after with a glass of tap water. He wrapped a blanket around my shivering body and asked if I needed or wanted anything else.
"I'm fine."
He sighed, "I am so deeply sorry for getting carried awa-
"Shut up. I enjoyed it. I know you did too," I laughed.
"You enjoyed that?"
"You asked me several times and each time I said yes. Trust me, you would know if I did not want you to do what you did," I replied.
He kissed my lips, "Sami, are you going to regret this?"
I pondered for a moment. Was it possible that we could have a normal relationship now? Perhaps we would even go on a proper date.
"Are you?" I asked back.
"Never," he smirked.
I kissed him, "Then I shall not either."