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svuwritings · 2 months

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Beg For It

Warnings: Language, Smut, dirty talk. Also didn’t bother editing it so sorry for mistakes/typos.

The bar was a little too crowded and loud for your taste tonight, but you’d stuck it out this far already. The squad had wrapped a rather difficult case and everyone deserved a few drinks to wind down and drain the thoughts from their brain with whatever their poison was. You were across the table from Nick, your legs very purposely bumping or rubbing against each other while you acting like nothing was happening above the table. You’d started a casual sexual relationship a few months ago, neither of you had time or interest for anything more serious. You knew Nick was a bit of a hot mess right now, he wasn’t even really your type, but the sex was absolute fire and you weren’t going to give that up.

Throughout the evening (and honestly a bit of the entire day, including while you were still at work) you’d been merciless flirting with each other, the brunt of it coming from your end. It had been a while since you’d last hooked up and you were eager for your night to end with you not alone with your vibrator.

Carisi was gabbling on about something or other that you definitely weren’t paying attention to, keeping a side eye on Nick. God did he ever look good tonight, sleeves rolled up exposing his gorgeous arms, tie gone, you could see the slant of his neck just begging to be marked up. You shook yourself out of it when you realized your drink was empty, pushing back from the table and crossing over to the bar.

You jumped slightly at the sudden feel of someone caging you against the bar, your breath catching in your throat when the waft of cologne made you realize it was Nick.

“You want it so bad, you know what you’ve gotta do. Beg for it.”He muttered against the shell of your ear, nipping at your earlobe before pushing himself off the bar, shooting you a wink as he made his way to the bathroom.

Taking a breath to calm your flustered self, (and thankful the table was far enough from the bar that no one would’ve seen) you thanked the bartender, double checking your tab was settled before you returned to the group. Nick shot you a smirk once he returned to the table, knowing your heated cheeks were due to him, which is why when you finished your drink and said you were calling it a night, he was surprised.

He knew that you were interested, this wasn’t you just going home to go to bed, or that you’d changed your mind. No, you were playing some kind of game. And while you bid the squad goodnight, you knew he wasn’t about to follow suit or make up some kind of excuse, he wanted you to beg, and he wasn’t leaving until you were a whining. Which is why he wasn’t surprised when his phone vibrated with a text from you.

‘Beg, you say?’

‘You know it princess.’

‘And if I get all hot and bothered before you get here? End up taking care of myself instead?’

‘Then I’ll use you instead, you won’t get a second chance.’

‘Hmm…I don’t see the harm in that.’

Nick practically rolled his eyes.

‘Shame you can’t see how ruined my panties are. I can’t lie, I’ve been wet all day just thinking about you absolutely destroying me Nicky. My lips wrapped around your thick cock while you fuck my face. You’d like that wouldn’t you? I know you would. You always love it when I deepthroat you. If I’m good to I get to suck your cock? Please Daddy?’

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, gulping down a swig of beer before typing out a brief reply.

‘You can do better than that baby girl.’

‘I want to feel you. I want your hands everywhere on my body, please. Please I need you. I want your fingers in my pussy, I can feel it pulsing for you. I want you to fuck me, I want you to use me. Please daddy, I need your cock, my pussy’s begging for it, I want you to pound into me so hard I won’t be able to walk tomorrow. I want your hand around my throat as you take me from behind. Please daddy?’

Nick did his best not to swear under his breath, especially as the next one came in. It was simply an image of your fingers dipping below the waist band of your pitiful lace excuse of panties. Trying to discreetly adjust himself in his pants, he quickly swallowed the rest of his beer, saying a hastily goodnight too the squad. Now more than ever he was incredibly thankful that your apartment was only a couple of blocks away.

You knew it wasn’t ideal to leave your apartment unlocked, but the lack of a reply from Nick meant that he was definitely ready to rail you and was on his way over. You’d stripped down to your underwear already, and you definitely disobeyed what Nick asked for. You were so fucking pent up from the day, you couldn’t help yourself. Once you’d sent the picture your fingers gravitated towards your core, practically dripping by now, clenching around nothing. You’d barely began fucking yourself when you heard the apartment door open.

“You better have behaved princess.” Nick called out, locking the door behind him. He rid himself of his outerwear and as much clothing as he could while he made his way down the hall, not really caring where it landed. Once you knew your visitor was Nick you ditched the bra, pulling your fingers from your pussy as you sat up on your knees.

“Thought you’d never make it.” You teased. Nick tugged off his shirt, tossing it to the floor as he approached the foot of the bed where you were perched.

“Did you touch yourself?” In reply you simply held up your hand. His hand closed around your wrist, bringing your fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. “Naughty girl.”

“Doesn’t count as a second chance if I didn’t come.”

“You really are bratty tonight aren’t you?” He smirked, tugging you up to balancing on your knees so he could meet you in a bruising kiss.

His tongue prodded into your mouth, battling against yours as your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you. He sucked against your tongue, pulling your lip into his mouth before his teeth sunk into it. You clenched your thighs together for some amount of contact, trying to hold back the groan building in your throat as you felt your juices smearing on your thighs. His teeth scraped down your neck, mouth beginning to suck at the supple skin, you whined, hips thrusting in the air, not missing the dark chuckle from Nick.

“On your back, head over the edge.” His hands moved to his belt and you giggled, flipping into the position he wanted.

Your head dangled over the edge of the bed and you very eagerly opened your mouth, you tongue sticking out waiting for his cock.

“Good girl.” Nick praised, his hand briefly stroking your cheek before he shoved his pants and briefs down in one go. His dick popped up, hard and ready, pre-cum leaking from the tip, you had to hold back the smirk, knowing it was your words that got him that hard.

Your hands reached out, one pumping him languidly while the other clasped around his thigh, guiding him closer to your waiting mouth. He began slow, thrusting into you with ease, moaning at the sensation of your tongue tracing patters around his cock, waiting for your lips to close around his length before he fucked with more passion. Nick felt his tip hit your throat, he could see the bulge in your throat through the thin skin.

“Touch yourself.” He moaned. Your eyes did their best to gain his from the angle you were at and he smirked, “I’m not promising that I’ll make you come. If you want one, you’d better get to work baby girl.”

You moaned around his cock, but did as he said, hand slipping beneath your panties, fingers delving into your drenched pussy. As much as you did your best to wrap your lips around him, toying with his length with your tongue, Nick was very much fucking your face, groaning at the feel of hitting your throat with each thrust. Each one amplified as soon as your fingers sunk into your pussy, you began too fuck yourself at the same rhythm that he plunged into your mouth. You began to curl them quickly, dragging across your gspot. You knew Nick meant it he wasn’t giving you any second chances, and you wanted to come at least once tonight. But you’d been so busy teasing each other all day that you knew he wouldn’t last much longer in your mouth.

Nick continued to thrust into your mouth, his head thrown back at the feel of your tongue and lips around him, knowing that you fucking loved it as much as he did. His eyes shot open when you let out a significant whine. Your free hand had moved to your clit while the other one continue to fuck yourself, he increased his pressure and pace, knowing you’d mimic it, your thighs began to shake. Any amount of control you had over his blowjob completely disappeared as your orgasm washed over you, your body trembling, the groans vibrating around his cock.

He barely waited before pulling out of your mouth, forcefully flipping you onto your stomach, ripping off your panties that, were absolutely drenched at this point. Not bothering to wait he plunged into you, fully seating himself withing your cunt. A hearty yelp broke free of your lips, you’d been waiting for this all fucking week and finally he was thrusting into with such vigor you were shooting closer to the headboard with each pump. God his cock felt so fucking incredible, you could feel every ridge dragging across your walls, hitting the sensitive spot within you, you whimpered and whined with each thrust.

You nearly yelped as he grabbed you by the hair, pulling your flush against his body. Your head fell back against his shoulder as his hand wrapped around your torso, you knew he must be close because his digits wrapped around your throat, squeezing more and more with each thrust until your breathing was more than ragged.

“You like that don’t you princess. Like when I’m fucking you so hard, when you can barely breathe?” His words were scattered, breathy, stuttering. He could feel the way your walls were clenching around him, fluttering more and more with each thrust, your pulse pounding against his hand as he closed even tighter around your throat. He loved how much you let him take control, how you completely submitted to him in moments like this.

You felt his cock begin to twitch within you, the way his hips started to falter before he met you with a particularly heavy thrust, the hand around your neck fell and the next thrust threw you back onto the bed as he spilled within you.

“Holy fuck…” he muttered, stilling over you, his chest heaving. You did your best to regain your own composure as he started to soften still buried inside you. Nick leant over, kissing your back gently before pulling out, smirking as his cum leaked out of you. “Always look so good when I fill you up princess.”

“You love it.” You murmured against a pillow, flipping your head to face him where he dropped onto the bed. “Thank you. I needed that.”

“I think we both did after that week.” He replied with a grin, shifting to push down the blankets so you could move under them. “Now c’mere.”

You rolled your eyes but were more than okay sliding next to him under the blankets, curling around him as you caught your breath. Sometimes, the rough casual sex was really all that you needed, and a night like tonight was more than satisfactory.

#HOT #NICK AMARO SMUT #fic rec af

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svuwritings · 2 years

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Caught in the Act

Sonny Carisi

Masterlist

“I’ve always wanted to see how you fuck yourself when I’m not around.”

Requested by anon: Hello can you do a Carisi x reader smut? I’ll leave it up to your imagination but can you do something along the lines of teasing mixed with dom and sub stuff?

(3k words)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: NSFW (smut), AFAB reader, cursing, cunnilingus, PiV sex, mutual masturbation, voyeurism/exhibitionism (?), dom/sub, degredation play (reader called slut), choking, squirting, post-sex crying

this is... woow.... also HAPPY PRIDE! <3

It was his fault. If it wasn’t for him coming home from the gym like he had--glistening with sweat, broad shoulders framed by a perfectly-fitting tee shirt, flushed face and mussed hair--if it hadn’t been for that, you wouldn’t have needed the relief.

But Sonny came home and it aroused you instantly. And before you could even suggest a Saturday mid-morning tryst, he had showered and laid on the couch, falling asleep quickly after having been up so late the evening prior with you.

So you let him sleep, of course, and tucked yourself away in the bedroom to relieve that ache in your belly.

That’s where he caught you, bare on your shared bed, one hand snaked between your thighs and the other gently rolling one of your nipples. Your head was tossed back in ecstasy, eyes closed, so entranced that you hadn’t noticed his entrance until he spoke.

“Having fun, doll?” Sonny smirked, and you gasped and pulled your hands away, caught off guard. When you saw Sonny standing at the side of the bed, you eased, chuckling.

Then the vulnerability kicked in. It felt so juvenile, being caught rubbing one out. And there you were, still fully exposed in front of a clothed Sonny. And then there was Sonny, who was watching you intently, smug little grin on his face.

That’s when you took him in; he had changed into a Fordham tee and grey sweatpants after his shower--the ones that hung low on his hips and framed his ass just right. They did little to cover the erection he was beginning to get.

Your eyes darted back up to his face, and you could see the lust in his eyes too. It was mixed with a smugness that ignited you.

The silence was suddenly deafening, and you could feel your heart beat in your toes.

“D-Do you want me to stop?” You finally asked; it surprised you how soft your voice was, begging.

Sonny grinned, sitting to the right of you on the bed. “I want you to show me.”

You couldn’t help but moan at that, bucking your hips up. You looked at Sonny for a beat, for approval, and he smiled, removing his shirt. Your need deepened with the exposed skin, his broad chest and shoulders, a body you so badly wanted to feel.

Your body was desperate, and though you were slow to respond, you did. Your hand slid back down slowly, fingertips grazing your own stomach as you made eye contact with Sonny.

He looked so certain and intent on your pleasure as he reclined, laying back on the bed facing you. He propped himself up on his left elbow, now face-to-face with you, and extended his right hand towards your breast.

Just as your fingers made contact with your wet and swollen clit, Sonny palmed your breast, eliciting a sharp moan.

“I’ve always wanted to see how you fuck yourself when I’m not around,” he remarked, which earned another moan.

You slowed your pace on your clit, drawing your gaze back to Sonny.

“I’ve gotten good at it; those texts you send when you go undercover always make me squirm.”

“Yeah?” He smiled, hand releasing your breast and tracing up your chest, coming to rest on your cheek. His thumb swiped over your cheekbone as you continued lazily circling your clit. “Are the orgasms as good when you fuck yourself? Are they as good as fucking me?”

He was staring into you, desire oozing out of him; he wanted to see you in ecstasy, coming undone--it was clear from the way he was looking at you. And, God, did it make you wet, being watched like that; your ecstasy was a show that he was lucky enough to be invited to.

It turned you on even more. Your right hand slipped downward past your clit, gently teasing open your slit. The contact made you gasp, head lulling back, Sonny’s smirk growing.

“No,” you finally admitted, voice choked as you began to slowly penetrate yourself with your middle and ring finger. Curling towards your front wall, your fingertips grazed your G-spot. Your back arched and you let out a moan at the contact, eyes squeezing shut at the sensation.

Slowly, you released the pressure, sliding your fingers out and opening your eyes again. Sonny’s gaze was glued to your pussy and the glistening fingers you had just removed.

Timidly, you began to raise your right hand, fingers still slick with your arousal, lifting it towards Sonny. He glanced at you, smiled, then gently grasped your wrist, bringing your hand to his mouth.

“No,” you repeated, and his movements paused, gaze meeting yours. “The orgasms, I mean,” you clarified, shrugging your shoulders. “The orgasms are always so much better with you.”

He smiled, a genuine, soft Sonny Carisi smile, and you couldn’t help but smile, too, before Sonny returned his gaze to your hands.

He adjusted his grip, shifting so both his hands cradled yours, angling it towards his lips. Gently, his thumb and index fingers grasped your thumb, and he brought the pad of it directly to your lips. His eyes shut as he presses a reverent kiss to your thumb pad, and your heart skipped in your chest.

Your Sonny. Your loving Sonny. Who worshipped every inch of you because he loved it all. Who wanted to make sure you knew how special you were. Who wanted to watch you come undone around your fingers then his cock all while he told you he loved you.

Sonny Carisi loved your thumb, then he loved your index finger, then he skipped to the pinky.

Then, he opened his eyes again, returning his gaze to your face as he took your middle and ring finger in his mouth. His tongue was hot and wet against your skin, and your pussy throbbed seeing him suck on your fingers, lapping up every drop of your juice and moaning at the taste. He looked just as in ecstasy as you felt, just from your taste.

By the time he finally released your fingers from his mouth (almost reluctantly), you were desperate to touch yourself again. You immediately brought your right hand, now extremely wet from Sonny’s mouth, to your clit. You traced small circles around it, getting it wet.

“Gonna make yourself come for me, doll?” He asked, voice thick with want.

You moaned in response, grabbing your breast with your left hand and pressing your right hand downward towards your opening. Just as you began to tease yourself open, you raised your eyes to meet Sonny’s gaze.

“Stroke your cock, please?” You almost pleaded. “Don’t come--I want you to fuck me after this. But, please, I need to see your cock.”

Your lewd requests deepened the ache in Sonny’s belly, and he felt his cock grow harder at that alone, so obliging your demands was extremely gratifying for him too.

“Fuck,” he swore, shaking his head in disbelief. How on earth did he get this lucky? To be with someone this fucking amazing? And he had to show you, so he brought his lips down to yours, mouth hungry.

The kiss was bruising, and you moaned deep from the back of your throat, letting your fingers press into your opening as Sonny’s tongue massaged into your mouth. You gasped as you found your G-spot, and Sonny broke away, no longer willing to miss the show.

He stood from the bed to finish undressing, eyes glued to your center the entire time. You watched him intently as you brought your left index and ring fingers to your mouth, getting them wet.

Your right fingers were still holding pressure on your front wall and you were bringing your left fingers to your clit when he pulled down his sweats, revealing his erection.

God, were you amazed; Sonny Carisi was the sexiest man alive by and far in your book, and getting to see him naked while you play with your pussy for him felt like a dream come true.

Finally, as you put pressure on your clit, you began to pull your fingers out of your pussy, eliciting a belly moan that had you throwing your head back and Sonny spitting in his right palm and fisting his cock.

You felt the bed shift again as Sonny returned to your side. You lifted your head to take him in, watching him loosely and languidly fist his cock before you began to fuck yourself again. You traced your clit while pressing into your pussy, growing wetter by the minute at the sensation combined with the sight of your lover touching himself.

You moaned something dangerous that made Sonny tighten his grip, instantly aroused. “Fuck,” he gasped in response, eyebrows knotting together, mouth agape as he raised his gaze to your face.

Your face was flushed, arousal evident from the pink tinge to your cheeks and nose. Your hair was spread on the pillow behind you, and you were squirming from your own touch. And your eyes were glued on Sonny’s cock, almost hungrily, and it turned Sonny on even more.

“You cock-hungry little thing,” Sonny mused, catching you off-guard but in the most delightful way. Sonny was always dominant, and you had done the mild humiliation thing before, but it was always a bit of a shock hearing such fowl language coming from your sweet Sonny. It also turned you on endlessly, because he was so right; you were so hungry for his cock. “You can’t take your eyes off my cock, huh? Are you imagine you’re riding it instead of your fingers?”

You increased your pressure as you continued to rub your clit and fuck yourself on your fingers, lower back arching and hips squirming as your body began to escape you.

“Fuck, Sonny, yes,” you moaned, feeling your edge begin to approach. “Sonny, please, I’m gonna come. I-I think I might squirt.”

If your eyes hadn’t been closed in ecstasy, you might have seen Sonny’s face--his arousal was earth-shattering, and he wanted so badly to taste your release.

You felt the bed dip as Sonny began to crawl over you. Your eyes shot open but your movements didn’t falter, instead locking eyes with Sonny as he began to sink down to settle between your legs.

“This okay?” He asked, arousal briefly replaced with something else familiar.

“Yeah,” you gasped. “Just... hold my hips down.”

“Fuck.” You didn’t have to ask him twice; your legs were spread, so Sonny leaned his forearms against your thighs and pressed his hands into your hips, holding you both down and open.

His eyes were glued to your pussy as you continued to play with it. You were incredibly wet already, pussy glistening behind your hands as you rubbed yourself to climax.

Your eyes were closed again, head thrown back in ecstasy as you felt the end approaching.

“Gonna come, Sonny! Fuck.” Just as you pressed into your G-spot again, perfectly in time with another circle on your clitoris, you felt yourself teetering over the edge. In a moment, all your hairs were standing on edge and your toes curled, pulling your fingers out as you felt yourself begin to come with a gush. Your pussy throbbed and your eyes shot open, just in time to see your orgasm and Sonny’s reaction to it. His eyes were hooded, focus completely turned to your pussy as your opening convulsed again, releasing another small stream.

You released your breath, removing both hands from your pussy. Sonny pressed his face forward, engulfing himself in your center. He laid his tongue flat and licked from the bottom of your opening to the top, trying to collect as much of your cum as possible. You were shudderingly-sensitive from the orgasm, and you couldn’t help but grip at his hair with your still-messy hands.

You whimpered and shuddered, legs shaking under his forearms, his tongue hot and slick on your cunt.

Sonny couldn’t get enough of it. He loved the taste of you, loved feeling how aroused you were. He sloppily mouthed your pussy, needing to taste every inch of it. The taste, the wetness, and your moans had him moaning into your cunt and thrusting into the bed, trying to get a bit of friction on his desperate cock.

The feeling of Sonny’s nose brushing against you, his tongue all over your sensitive core, the soft moans he was releasing into your skin was all too much. You moaned something guttural before yanking at Sonny’s hair, pulling him away from your cunt and up your body.

“Need your cock now,” you begged as he crawled up, face glistening and slick with your juices.

God, was he sexy like this--hair a mess from your hands, skin flushed from arousal and slick with your juices, eyes ignited and cock hard.

The second he was situated on top of you, you pulled his mouth to yours, tongue exploring his mouth and tasting your release on him. You were pawing at his back as the head of his cock brushed against your slit, barely teasing it open.

He broke the kiss for a second to pull back. “Are you ready, doll?” He asked, loving and sexy and alight with desire.

“Please,” you assured, meeting his blue eyes.

In an instant, he began pushing into you--an easy task given how wet you were. He split you open until he was buried in you, filling you perfectly. His head pressed against your front wall in a way that had you arching your back and latching your legs around him, heels pressing into his lower back. Your eyes were shut in bliss, lower lip drawn between your teeth. Your hair was sprawled across the pillow and your cheeks were tinged pink in the sexiest of ways.

The tilt of your head exposed your throat, so delicate. It was an area he had pressed so many love bites into, and one he wanted so desperately to wrap his hand around.

Sonny was so focused on the sight of your throat and the velvety feeling of your cunt wrapped around him that he forgot to move. Your heels pressed into him impatiently, eyes opening as you let out a small whine and began to circle your hips onto him.

It was like a punch to the gut in the best way, his heart stopping at the pure ecstasy of you grinding yourself even deeper onto his cock. He couldn’t hold it in any longer: “Do you want me to choke you, baby?”

It sent a shiver down your spine and straight to your pussy. “Fuck, yes, Dom,” you begged, pawing at his upper back, feeling the musculature under the pads of your fingers. “Choke me like a little slut.”

Your teasing had Sonny moaning and involuntarily bucking his hips, thrusting in and out of you. The sensation made you toss your head back again, exposing your pretty little throat, and Sonny lowered himself to his left forearm, balancing himself while raising his right hand to your neck.

He was thrusting in and out steadily, head placed just low enough on your throat but applying no pressure. “Doll?”

You raised your head again, eyes opening to meet his gaze.

“Three taps for me to stop, okay? Anywhere.” He gave you a small smile, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Three taps,” you assured.

And then, suddenly, Sonny’s head was pressed to your G-spot again, and your moan vibrated out of your throat. Sonny took that as a cue to squeeze, gently, not enough to stop the airflow but enough for you to feel the pressure.

It was exhilarating, the feeling of his hand on your throat, trusting him so entirely while stimulating all of your most sensitive spaces.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Sonny remarked, eyes smug on you. “Must be so sensitive, aren’t you doll?”

“Y-yeah,” you faltered as he thrust into you.

His pace was perfect, paired with a little curl of his hips when he buried himself in you in a way that had your toes curling.

“You have no idea how hot it was watching you play with yourself,” he admitted between thrusts. “Watching you touch your sweet little cunt while you stared at my cock--I could see you, you know; your mouth was practically watering at the sight.”

All you could do was moan in accordance, partly because he was right, so right, and partly because he had tightened his grip on your throat and began to thrust even harder into you. Your head was beginning to spin from the lack of blood as you felt your belly tighten. Your legs tightened around Sonny’s waist and your nails scratched down his back.

“Gonna come for me again like a good little slut?” Sonny encouraged, eyes glued to yours. Your brows were furrowed and face redenning; you were beginning to completely topple over the edge head first. “God, I can’t imagine how good this one will feel for you, doll. You must be so sensitive.” And, God, you were. “It’s gonna feel so good when you come around my cock. It’s gonna make me--fuck--gonna make me come in you.”

You could only moan in response as Sonny released his grip on your throat and you completely fell over the edge, the whole world condensing to the feeling of Sonny inside you as you began to convulse and massage around him.

Your orgasm and the heavenly moan that accompanied brought Sonny to his end, too, releasing inside you as you began to clench around him, massaging him through his high as his come pulsed deeper and deeper inside of you.

You pulled Sonny in for a deep and intimate kiss as a flood of post-orgasm hormones flushed over you. You felt the tears rise, as they sometimes did, and the urge to wrap even tighter around the man still inside you, as you almost always did. Sonny pulled away when he felt the wetness on your face, not panicked but checking:

“What kind of tears are these?”

“Good kind,” you assured. “The usual.”

He smiled big and soft, in the way that only he can, before kissing you again. It was a sweet and reverent gesture, before he pulled back to wipe off your tears.

And soon he would pull out of you, and begin to clean you up, but for a little while longer he cocooned you, unable to unwrap himself quite yet from his lover.

#smut #sonny carisi #sonny carisi smut #porn #pwp #svu #law and order svu #svu smut #carisi #carisi smut #nsfw #literally just my number one fantasy ever lately

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