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lovecarisi · 2 months

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Mistakes We Knew We Were Making

Chapter 1: The Boathouse

You knew you were a goner the moment you locked eyes with him, those brilliant blues staring into yours. You could tell he was an old soul mixed with mischief with the intent to fuck up your life in every possible way. Dominick Carisi. Oh dear lord.

Now you are following his every move, from the way those long, slender fingers are wrapped around his whiskey on ice, his Adam’s apple moving up and down as he swallows, your thoughts racing already thinking about nibbling at his neck. You blush and force yourself to look away as you feel yourself growing wet, that spot deep within you coiling in on itself. No man has ever had this effect on you, and you don’t even know him. You share some mutual friends from law school who had introduced you at this party you both happen to attend. It’s Memorial Day weekend and you’re in the Hamptons with that same group of friends.

You hate the Hamptons and the pretentiousness of it all but suddenly you don’t care, you just want to be near him. And you pray to all the gods he will end up at your friend’s house afterwards. and for once the gods listen because you end up sitting next to him in the car ride back. The way he smiles at you as he climbs in the backseat, a whispered ‘hey’ and you ask yourself why he is whispering but you forget all about it because his lips are only inches from your neck and you take in his scent, woody and earthy, with a touch of mint from the gum he’s subtly chewing. You curse yourself for letting a man affect you this much and you wish you could deny him the attention that he is so obviously attempting to elicit from you because you pride yourself in being better than this, in not letting a man reduce you to a lecherous little mess.

But you can’t help it. He’s oh so charming without trying too hard like other men often do. There was an instant attraction between you two. So you turn your head slightly towards him and you whisper back a coy ‘hey’, and he laughs, such a sexy sound. And of course you immediately wonder what other sexy sounds you might get out of him tonight. Your legs touch, and you are dying for him to put his hand on your thigh. You can tell he wants to, by the way he swallows hard as he stares out the window, his hand covering his mouth trying to hide a smirk as he notices you watching him.

You get to your friend’s house, there’s about twenty of you, the music is turned on, bottles of alcohol are being opened and dispensed, and everyone is getting comfortable.

Dominick’s hand had brushed the small of your back as you walked down the path from the car to the house but you hadn’t seen him since.

The party bores you. A bunch of rich people talking about whatever, like they are the experts on everything just because they have money. Or rather, their families do. You don’t know how you ended up here. You refill your glass of red wine and step off the porch barefoot into the damp grass and start walking towards the water. The music and chatter grow quieter as you make out a silhouette sitting on the little dock. Of course, it’s him. You were hoping you’d find him somewhere out here.

Dominick gets up as he hears you approach, as though he’d been waiting for you and he grabs your hand without saying a word. Your heart is pounding in your throat but you manage a smile; the thrill and excitement of finally being alone with him, and the wine, but mostly the thrill and excitement of finally being alone with him. Your pulse is racing. He more or less drags you to the small nearby boathouse, out of sight of the other partygoers, and presses his forehead against yours.

‘What do you want?’ Dominick asks, his breath hot and heavy on your mouth.

You don’t hesitate. ‘All of you. Everywhere.’

He smiles and takes the glass of wine from your hand, putting it down on the floor. But instead of standing again he stays down there and you feel his hands on your ankles and his lips on the inside of your calf. You know what he’s up to and your brain can’t keep up because he’s already wandered to your knee and switched sides. Holy shit, there he is kissing the inside of your thighs. You quietly beg that he won’t tease you because you need him badly and urgently, and apparently it wasn’t so quiet because he chuckles.

‘Don’t worry, my sweet, I won’t, I need you just as bad.’

He still takes his time, as he pulls off your panties and his head disappears underneath your dress. It’s torture. Pure torture. He gently slips two fingers through your folds. ‘My god, you are so wet.’ he groans and you can hear him lick his fingers. Jesus Christ.

‘I…I’ve been wet all night just looking at you…’ you admit, and he peeks out from under your dress, cheeks flushed, the most magnificent sight. You feel his fingers return to your wetness and moan out his name. ‘Dominick!’

He smiles. ‘More?’ You nod. He pulls off your dress and your bare skin hits the rough wood of the boathouse but you don’t care.

‘You’re so beautiful.’ he whispers and picks you up so your legs are on his shoulders and begins to eat your pussy like it’s his last mission on earth.

Your eyes roll back and you can’t do or say anything except moan his name in defeat. His mouth is on your clit and lips, sucking, tongue circling, while his fingers are pumping in and out of you, drenched in your juices, skillfully massaging the most delicate spot inside you. He has you in a firm, strong grip, whispering how absolutely delicious you taste. You can’t help but grab his head, running your fingers through his already disheveled brown curls, pulling ever so slightly in pleasure. He buries his face even deeper in your pussy, hungrily devouring you and you wish you could capture just how fucking hot this moment is and how special he makes you feel with that expert mouth and fingers of his. You can already feel yourself tensing up, you know he’s gonna make you cum so fast like no man ever has. He can feel it too, as your insides begin to twitch. He can feel you pulling tighter on his hair but he doesn’t care, he loves every second of it. All he could think about since the moment he laid eyes on you earlier that night was making you feel this way. Making you tremble, as you scream his name. He wants you to cum, cum on his face and he can’t wait to fuck you once he’s done. He smiles against your pussy and you bite your lip. You look desperate for his cock.

‘Please Dominick….’ you whimper and the way you say his name makes him harder than ever.

Good God this woman is gonna be the death of me and it’s gonna be the sweetest death, Dominick thinks to himself. He adds another finger to your clenching walls, fucking you faster, curling over that g spot, sucking your swollen clit hard. You cry out, for a second he’s not sure whether he hurt you or it’s your orgasm, but as your thighs begin to quiver and a stream of ‘oh my god’s’ and ‘yes’s’ begin to leave your mouth he knows, and helps you ride out that sweet, sweet orgasm. You die a little death, you have never experienced anything as intense as this, it seems to go on for minutes and just when you think it’s over, his fingers plunge into you again and you shudder once more.

‘Nooo Dominick!’ you beg but you mean yes, of course.

After a few minutes or so, you don’t even know, he’s just smiling and kisses you, tongue slipping into your mouth, and you taste what he’s been tasting. And you must have him inside you now. Now! You eagerly start fumbling with his belt buckle, hands shaking, whining while he pulls off his shirt. God lord he looks good. Lean, strong, begging to be touched and kissed fucking everywhere. He helps you pull down his jeans and his cock springs free, hard as a rock, tip moist with pre-cum. Even though you are spent from your orgasm you want nothing more than for him to fuck you senseless. He gasps as you turn around and raise your hips slightly as an invitation, not that he needs one. He grabs you, slides over your entrance, wetting his cock with both your juices, and pulls you towards him before slamming into you. You both moan, finally feeling each other like this. Dominick is immediately obsessed with the way your pussy feels so tight around him and you love the way he stretches you to your very limit, your insides still so raw from your previous orgasms.

‘You okay?’ he whispers in your ear, his lips brushing your sensitive skin. You nod, reaching back to stroke the back of his neck as he starts pumping in and out of you slowly.

‘You feel…so fucking good inside me…ugh Dominick!’ you moan and he slips an arm around your waist, hand wandering down until his fingers find your clit again.

‘I’m not gonna last long baby, you got me so riled up just eating you out, you drive me absolutely mad.’ he sighs, picking up the pace as you arch your back more showing him you can take it like a good girl.

‘Mmhhmm you’ve already spoiled me so much…please just fuck me.” you whine. “However, the fuck you want. I just want you to cum. You deserve to cum so hard for how amazing you make me feel, Dominick.’ you spur him on.

He moans into your ear and it sounds so animal, so sexy, so manly, so feral. He pinches your clit as he pounds into you harder and faster, and without a warning, you cum again. He doesn’t stop, he ignores your cries, he just fucks you harder, ramming into you over and over relentlessly hitting your gspot and you almost go blind from pleasure. the walls of your pussy clenching around his hard cock as you shake and whimper his name. The sound of your bodies slapping against each other, your combined moans, his dick pumping your soaked pussy, faster and harder with each thrust.

‘I’m so close.’ he moans, placing kisses on your shoulder before biting down softly.

‘Cum for me, Dom. I want you to cum inside me, fill me up. Please, please baby. Fuck me harder. I can take it.’

He cries out, you know he was holding back. You feel him pick up the pace again, burying his cock so deep. His fingers rub your clit just the way you like it, the way you do it when you touch yourself. You feel absolutely raw, exposed and spread open but have never felt more worshiped, taken care of and sexier. You’re not sure which part of you is more on fire. You don’t know if it’s tears or sweat running down your cheeks but you’re sobbing with pleasure. His thrusts become sloppier, even harder, and faster, you know he’s cumming.

‘Fuck!!’ he moans. ‘Fuuuuck’ he shoves his pretty cock into you a few more times before he trembles and you feel his hot seed filling you. Your last orgasm shakes you so hard, even more intensely than the ones before, knowing it’s with him. Your whole body convulses as he holds you tightly, for who knows how many times that night. Time stood still. A lot of ‘Fuck’ and ‘Oh my god’ and some ‘Holy shit’ in between. You never thought some guy’s cum running down your legs would somehow be sexy, but here you are. You curse him because you know it is the first but it certainly won’t be the last time. Dominick pulls out of you slowly and turns you around to kiss you fervently, you wrap your arms around his neck like a drowning person, you wonder what this is gonna lead to.

‘What now?’ he asks and you bite your lip.

‘No idea. But this was too good for a one time thing.’ you reply with a smirk hoping he will agree.

‘Well fuck, no kidding.’ he blushes before kissing you again.

You start to shiver, suddenly aware of the fact that summer’s not here just yet and you’re completely naked in the breeze by the water. He quickly picks up his cardigan and wraps it around you before looking around for the rest of your discarded clothes. Reality sinks in and you kind of hate it. You don’t want to let him go.

‘Hey.’ he notices the look on your face as he hands you your dress, reaching into his jeans as he pulls them up. ‘Can I have your number please?’

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thickhoneybun · 1 year

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‘Good’ Friend (reader x sonny carisi)

Warning: 18+, cussing, smut

WC: 1196

Sonny and you have been dating for a few months. There is an age gap between the both of you (about 10 years), but both of you are consenting adults. You had met Sonny at a little store around the corner from your apartment. The second you laid eyes on him, you wanted him, and now you finally have him. Ever since you all started dating every weekend you spend time together. You pack a bag, go over on Friday nights, and then leave Sunday afternoons. Instead of meeting Sonny at his place, you decided to surprise him at work.

You stood outside in the cold, waiting for Sonny to come down from the precinct. He finally came down the stairs staring at his phone. "Hey!" you yelled while while waving your hand. Sonny looked up and had a shocked look on his face. "Uhhh hey doll. What are you doing here?" He grabbed you quickly and pulled you to the side. "I thought we could walk to your place together. I took an Uber here and waited for you." you said with a big smile on your face. "You are so sweet, doll." Sonny kissed your forehead and wrapped his arm around you. You all started walking, and from the corner of your eye, you saw Sonny turn and look behind. You shrugged it off and kept walking with him.

A little store was coming up around the corner before you all got to Sonny's. "Do you mind if we stop in? I wanted to get some chips and ice cream for our date night." Sonny smiled at you and said, "Of course we can.". When you all got to the store, Sonny opened the door for you. Walking down one of the aisles, Sonny stopped staring at the condoms. "I'm pretty sure we only have one left at my place. Which ones should we get?" Sonny looked at you and winked. Your cheeks got red, and you giggled, "I'm fine with whatever you want. I am going to go get some stuff while you debate." You spun around on your heels, and Sonny smacked your ass. You bit your lip and kept walking towards the ice cream.

A few moments later, you came back to the aisle. Your head is down while you dig around in the little basket. You start telling him, "I couldn't decide on one flavor, so I got three, and I also got a couple of diff..." As you look up, you see him talking to someone, "Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you talking to anyone." You smiled at the person. "Oh Y/N, this is Fin. We work together." You put your hand out to shake Fins. "Fin, this is my uh good friend Y/N." You look at Sonny very confused. You then look at Fin with a big smile, "It is very nice to meet you." Fin shakes your hand. You can tell Fin senses some awkwardness. "Well y/n it was very nice to meet you." Fin said goodbye to Sonny and walked the opposite way. You and Sonny went through the checkout and headed back to his place.

The walk to Sonny place was quiet, and so was the elevator ride up. Once inside, you tossed your bag on the floor, put the ice cream in the freezer, and laid the chips on the coffee table. "Do you mind if I go take a shower?" you asked while walking to the bedroom. "Sure, go right ahead, doll." Sonny voice sounded low and confused.

You shut the bathroom door behind you and walk over to the sink. You look at yourself in the mirror and begin to cry. Black lines are to roll down your face. 'Am I not good enough?' You think to yourself. You get undressed and stare at your slim figure in the mirror. Shaking your head, you turn around and get in the shower. The hot water running down your face and body made you feel better. You sit on the floor and let the water hit your back. Bringing your knees to your chest, you cross your arms and bury your head. Emotions start to hit you and you being too sob. 'Am I just a secret? Will I ever be anything else?' You think while tears run down your face. Soon, the water starts to get cold, and you have to force yourself out.

The body is now moisturized, hair is blown dry, and in a bun. You walk into the bedroom with a towel around you. In your bag is a new black silk pajama set and a cute pair of panties. Sighing, you grab the pj and put them on. In the mirror, you see a beautiful woman who looks amazing in her new butterfly thong and black silk pj set. The pj shorts were short enough to show the bottom of your ass. You smiled at yourself, but the smile faded quickly.

Walking out of the bedroom, you see Sonny with no shirt on and in gray sweat pants. He was bent over placing food on the coffee table. His muscular back made you bite your lip. Sonny turned around, "Oh wow! You look beautiful, doll. Did you buy those just for me?" He started to walk to you and grabbed you by your waist. Leaning down to kiss you, you pull away and walk to the couch. As you walk away, you say, "The pj were on sale, so I just decided to get them." You sat down on the couch waiting for him to come over. "Well, it looks amazing on you. I uh ordered some Chinese while you were in the shower. I got your favorite." He pointed at a box of sushi and some noodles. "That's very kind of you, Sonny." You take the food and begin to eat. Sonny sits down, and you see him looking at you from the corner of your eye. He sighs and then presses play on the movie.

While the movie continues, you begin to fall asleep. You lay down on the couch and watch till your eyes begin to close. Suddenly, you feel yourself being pulled, and you wake up startled. "What are you doing?" You snap at Sonny. "Woah...I was just trying to pull you close to me." Sonny put his hands up while leaning back. "Well don't, I was fine the way I was." You start to get up and walk to the bedroom. Sonny jumps up and grabs you by the arm and turns you around. "What the fuck is your problem y/n?" Sonny face was red with anger. "Why would I have a problem with a 'good friend'?" you made sure to emphasize the last part. Sonny looked at you and sighed, "I know that was not the correct thing to say. I panicked when I saw someone outside of work. You are beautiful and young. The thought of being judged for me dating a younger woman makes me worry." You look at him with tears in your eyes, "that makes me feel like shit Sonny. Makes me feel like you are embarrassed to be with me. It makes me feel like I am not good enough and that I am a dirty secret of yours!" Before he can say anything you head to the bedroom and start to pack your stuff. You slip on some sweats and throw on a sweater. Stomping out of the bedroom Sonny picks you up and sits you down on the couch. Sonny then sits on the coffee table, grabs your face, and says "I love you. I messed up and all I can say is I am sorry. I am not embarrassed by you at all. I am honestly shocked you want to be with me. I want and need to be with you Y/N." You have a shocked look on your face. For a minute all you can do is stare at him. A few more moments pass by and the words finally come out of your mouth, "I love you too Sonny." Sonny leans forward and kisses you deeply.

You pull Sonny from the coffee table and have him sit on the couch. Taking off your sweater and sweats, you see Sonny bit his bottom lip. You straddle him and being to kiss his neck. Sonny grabs your hips and pulls them closer. Grinding back and forth you being to feel him getting hard. "Fuck doll you really know how to turn me on." Sonny starts to kiss your chest. He grabs the back of your head and pulls your ear down to his mouth, "You want me to fuck you here or in the bedroom?" You let out a soft moan after he asked and said, "I want you to fuck me right here sonny." Sonny took you off him and demanded you get undressed. You made sure to remove your pj slowly. Slipping of your shorts Sonny sees your butterfly thong and he smiles. Sonny walks over to you, turns you around, tells you to get on your knees and bend over on the couch. He kisses up your spine and sucks the sweet spots on your neck. "I'm going to fuck you while you wear these panties." Sonny pulled away after telling you this and you feel your panties pull to the side. He rubs your slit with his middle finger and you shiver, "Fuck doll you are really wet" Sonny places himself right on your entrance and gently slides in. You let out a moan and grab the back of the couch.

Sonny begin to slide in and out. Slow at first and then starts to pick up the pace. You place your face in the couch to muffle your moans. Sonny grabs your hair and pulls your head back, "I want to hear you moan doll" Sonny says while thrusting into you. He let's go of your hair and slide one hand down to your clit. Sonny started rubbing in circles and you let out a loud moan. "I'm going to cum Sonny!" He continues with his pace and you feel a hot rush over your body. Your walls begin to tighten around him and your eyes roll back. After a few moments you come down from your orgasm. Sonny pulls out and flips you on your back. You smile as he climbs on top and begins to kiss you. He grabs your nipple and begins to pinch. Sonny knows what you like and you love that.

"I want you to look at me while I fuck you. You understand that doll?" Sonny said while smirking at you. You nodded your head and said, "Yes sir." He grabbed your legs and pushed them back to were he would have clear access. Sonny slowly starts to slide in and you close your eyes and moan. "You better open your eyes doll", Sonny demanded. You opened your eyes and he started to go faster. He let go of your legs and you wrapped them around his waist bringing him closer. Sonny propped himself up on his forearms and rested his forehead against yours. You never broke eye contact with him, just like he asked. After a few more thrust Sonny tells you he is going to cum. "I want you to cum in me Sonny." He smiles then rams in you one last time before releasing himself in you. You both lay there kissing each other. After a minute or so Sonny gets up and puts his hand out. You grab his hand and get up. Sonny pulls you closer and gives you a gentle kiss. "I love you. How about we go to the bedroom for round two?" You smile and grab his hand leading him the the bedroom, "I love you too Sonny."

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daddydoddsjr · 6 months

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Hello :) How about #16 (“What do you like?” - “I don’t know…” - “Then how about we find out together?”) for Sonny Carisi?

Inexperienced Smut Prompts #16 - “What do you like?” - “I don’t know…” - “Then how about we find out together?”

“What do you like?”

It was a simple question, but not one that you could answer. You looked up at Sonny, who was hovering over you in only his boxers, his hands on either side of your head, holding himself up and looking down at you. You could see the outline of his cock pressing against his boxers, making you even more nervous than you already were.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Sonny repeated, but not in a disappointed tone. In an almost excited one, knowing that he would be the one to help you figure it out.

“Then how about we find out together?” He paused for a moment, “Would you like that, doll?”

You nodded, letting out a soft ‘yes,’ earning a smile from Sonny. He didn’t let you get any sleep that night.

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narcissuslecter · 2 months

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As Needed Chapter 2

hey babes, it's your favorite internet menace and writer who is putting out content again!! i have been not as active recently and i swear i am gettin back in the game baby. anyways.

i give u all, As Needed, chapter 2.

heavy chapter warning, please read the tws.

hope u enjoy, leave kudos, comments or bug me here! i take headcanon requests (fandoms/characters i take requests for found here headcanon request list)

be gay, see u next time <3

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madeupinmyhead · 3 months

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hi guys! i’ve had this account for a while, but i am finally going to get back into writing… i will make a better (prettier) post eventually but for now here’s the people/fandoms i’ll write for. i do take requests and i will write smut + fluff. i do have some things i will not write and i’ll make a post detailing all of that eventually as well, for now send any request you may have and if it’s something i’m not comfy writing i will just not write it.

most if not all of my fics will be 18+ so minors do not interact please!!!

law and order svu :

dominick ‘sonny’ carisi

the walking dead :

rick grimes

shane walsh

criminal minds :

spencer reid

greys anatomy:

atticus lincoln

misc celebs :

niall horan

i’m so excited to start writing again! please send requests and feel free to send other asks and messages! i love making new friends in the fandoms i’m part of! i love a lot more shows but these are just the ones i am wanting to write for at the moment. also be warned not all of my fics will be canon compliant, some may be out of a character for whoever i’m writing for.

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tropes-and-tales-archives · 5 months

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Sonny Carisi: Second Chances, Part Three

WC: 5303

TW: Light angst; light smut; 18+ only to be safe.

AN: This is part of a mini-series. The rest can be found here.

You testified that morning, and then you ate lunch at a deli near the courthouse. After you finished, you took a quick walk around a nearby park to clear your head. You decided to call the number that Carisi had texted you. It rang twice, and then Carisi’s unmistakable Staten Island drawl answered.

“Oh, sorry,” you said. You gave your name and added, “Sonny Carisi gave me your number.”

There was a exhalation on the other end of the line as Sonny laughed, but he played along. “Sure, yeah. This is Dominick. Sonny said you might be calling.”

The two of you joked back and forth, but finally settled on a date for Friday night at 8. He named the place and before you signed off, you playfully asked how you would recognize him.

“I’ll be the tall guy in grey,” he said. “And I’ll have a flower with me. For you.”

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The week absolutely dragged. Sonny never felt that Friday would come.

At least he got to see you at the precinct. The defense crumbled pretty quickly on your case, and the jury came back with guilty counts on all charges. Sonny loved how your face lit up when the squad congratulated you. It had been so long since he’d seen you smile like that – not since Nick left, in fact.

Sonny had liked you immediately, and it only was a short distance between “like” and “love.” Of course, you had been in love with Nick, and then you were with Nick, so Sonny had to make do with just watching you from across the bullpen and sometimes joking with you when you worked a case together. He tried to do nice things for you when he could, without drawing too much attention to it. It wouldn’t have been so bad, but Nick treated you terribly. Everyone seemed to see it except you. He wished you could see that you deserved better.

When Nick left, Sonny felt conflicted. He was happy that he was out of your life finally, but he hated to see you upset. You hid it really well, but Sonny had spent months watching you and could see the pain written across your face. He saw the way your shoulders slumped at your desk. He wished he could do more than bring you coffee, though it did seem to help.

He wanted to kick himself when he spilled coffee down your front, but something changed in you in those few moments together in the locker room. You had looked at him in a way you never had previously, and before he could stop himself, he blurted out the sentiments he had kept close to his heart. After that, it was like a chain-reaction: he “gave” you his number, you called him, and you had a date set for Friday.

Which never felt like it would come.

But it eventually did. At five, you shut down your laptop and waved goodbye, wishing everyone a good weekend. You didn’t pay any particular attention to Sonny, acting like it was just another day. Sonny, for his part, felt nervous, but he just nodded at you as you left. Then he waited ten minutes and dashed home so that he could shower, change, and meet you at the restaurant with plenty of time to spare.

He got there twenty minutes early, but you were already there, sitting on a bench outside and waiting. He saw you first and had a moment to admire you. You were in a simple dress, navy blue with polka dots that looked sort of retro. Your hair was down, but you kept the look casual with a pair of white Keds. You looked like the girl next door, if the girl next door could run down a fleeing perp and cuff him.

Sonny could watch you forever, but after a moment, you turned and caught him out of the corner of your eye. You smiled at him, and he held up the single red rose he’d brought along, and you smiled wider.

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You stood up and waited for him to join you before you held out your hand. “You must be Dominick,” you said with a smile. He grinned back at you and shook your hand.

“Shall we?” he said, and he held open the door and led you inside.

It was a little hole in the wall place, not much to look at from the outside, but it was cozy inside. Your table was in the corner, and you sat down across from Sonny. A waiter came over and took your drink order, and you browsed the menu while stealing glances at Sonny over the laminated page.

He always looked great at work, but you thought you might like slightly-casual date Sonny a shade better. He was in a checked shirt that brought out his eyes, paired with dark jeans and a grey blazer. His hair was still perfectly gelled, but somehow looked less stiff. You didn’t really understand men’s hair products.

The waiter brought your drinks and you each ordered dinner. You each took a nervous sip of your respective drinks.

“So,” you finally said, breaking the awkward silence. Sonny said, “So,” at the same time, and you both laughed.

“Sonny told me that you’re a detective,” he said. “How’s that going?”

You took another sip of your mojito. “Well, Dominick, it’s okay,” you played along. “It pays the bills.”

“I bet you have some really interesting co-workers,” he replied around the rim of his beer glass. “Probably some really smart, handsome ones.”

You shrugged and pretended to think about it. “I guess. There’s this one guy, kind of annoying. He is really good at his job…”

“Sounds terrible.”

You nodded. “It is. Makes me look bad when he puts in all this extra effort.”

Sonny smiled. “The nerve of him.”

“And worse than that, he’s super earnest. It’s like, ‘this is just a nine-to-five job, guy.’ This is a run-out-the-clock type of job. But he’s all concerned about justice.”

This made Sonny chuckle. “I hate to think that my tax dollars are going to some guy who’s actually working too hard.”

“I know!” You threw up your hands in mock exasperation. “He’s just the worst.”

The waiter brought out a basket of bread, and you reached for a slice, chewing it carefully. Sonny took his own slice and tore off the crust into tiny pieces.

“This guy have any redeeming qualities?” he asked, and despite the game, you saw the hopeful gleam in his eyes.

“Sure.” You tapped the table with each point you made. “He’s great with the victims, his ego isn’t oversized so he can admit when he’s wrong. He passed the bar but stayed with SVU when he could be off making big, lawyer money. He’s patient.” You glanced up and saw his ears turning that adorable pink shade, and you wondered idly if Sonny had a praise-kink. You weren’t the betting type, but you would wager he did.

“And he is really smart and handsome, especially since he lost his ‘70’s porn mustache.”

Sonny choked on his sip of beer, and his blush extended across his entire face. “My ma said it made me look distinguished, I’ll have you know.”

“That’s because your ma can’t tell her son that he looks like a guy who drives around the mall parking lot in a white van with blacked out windows.”

He shook his head sadly, but you couldn’t miss his happy smile.

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Dinner sped by in a blink, the two of you switching between the pretense of not knowing each other and then chatting like old friends. You marveled at how natural it felt.

You always liked Sonny; all the stuff you had said about him was the truth. He was a likable guy. If Nick hadn’t been in the picture, you wouldn’t have had romantic thoughts about Sonny anyway: you would have assumed that he had a girlfriend or boyfriend, because he was a catch.

He wasn’t like Nick at all. He didn’t grumble about any exes or complain about the laundry list of grunges he had against the NYPD. You didn’t have to read his mood carefully to see if you could tease him or if he needed soothed or if you had to tip-toe around him.

Instead, he asked about your family and friends, your likes and dislikes. You compared notes about each of your rookie months at SVU, commiserating at the cliquish quality of the squad. He told you about his sisters, you described your thrice-divorced brother who was currently couch-surfing his way across Seattle.

It seemed like only a moment passed when the waiter brought the check, and Sonny was lightning-fast when he swiped it away from your hand. He looked hurt – genuinely hurt – that you’d even consider paying.

When he led you outside, he laid a gentle hand on the middle of your back, and you couldn’t ignore the spark his touch caused in you, even through the fabric of your dress.

Once outside, he hesitated. It was a gorgeous New York evening – warm but not muggy, bustling but not overbearingly loud.

“There’s a gelato shop nearby,” he said. “Would you like to get some and go to the nearby park, maybe?”

You nodded, and since you were reluctant to end the evening, and since you loved gelato, you agreed.

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You sat with your waffle cone on the swings at a tiny playground. Sonny sat in the swing beside you, working on his own gelato. Of all the wonderful things about him, you finally discovered something terrible: out of all the flavors at that gelato shop, he chose pistachio. He was obviously a monster.

But a handsome monster. You watched him out of the corner of your eye as he stretched his long legs out in front of him, swinging back and forth a little as he ate his dessert. He almost looked like an overgrown child.

The silence between you was companionable now, not like the awkward silence when you first sat down for dinner. You finished your cone and balled up the napkin, tossing it towards a nearby trash can and missing by a mile.

“Don’t quit your day job,” Sonny teased as you went to pick up the litter and dispose of it. You feigned throwing it at him before you rejoined him on the swings.

The silence descended again, but after a while, Sonny cleared his throat. He obviously had something on his mind, but you waited for him to voice it.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You just did,” you teased, but he didn’t laugh.

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but, uh…what was it about Nick?”

You were glad for the shadows in the park – they hid your burning face. You didn’t want to think about Nick too much. It didn’t hurt the way it used to, but it still stung. More than anything, you just felt stupid that you had wasted so much time on him. And you still felt hurt that you weren’t enough for him.

“It wasn’t all bad,” you finally answered. “I guess part of it was that I liked being needed, and Nick always needed help. But he helped me too. Did little things for me. Fixed little things around the apartment. And he used to bring me coffee and breakfast nearly every morning. Nothing elaborate, just a cup of coffee and a pastry from some little shop somewhere, always sitting and waiting for me on my desk when I came in.”

Sonny coughed beside you but didn’t reply. You peered at him in the darkness and noted how he refused to look back at you.

“Anyway, I have a theory that everyone should have one terrible relationship for the experience points, and that’s Nick.” You raised your hands in a helpless gesture, and Sonny stood up and tossed the rest of his cone in the trash. You took it at your cue and stood up also.

“I live nearby,” he said. “If you walk me to my place, I can drive you home.”

You laughed. “If you wanted a police escort home, all you had to do was ask.”

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Sonny only lived three blocks from the park, but he walked slowly to make the evening last. He mulled over your answer about Nick. It checked out, you wanting to feel needed. He could identify with that feeling – his last two relationships had been little more than him taking care of needy women who couldn’t take care of themselves.

It’s part of the reason he felt so attracted to you. Even in the middle of the Nick situation, you had your stuff together.

But your ability to be a functional adult was only part of the attraction. He was painfully aware of the physical attraction as he walked beside you. Your dress was cute and not especially revealing, but he wanted nothing more than to run his palms up your legs, from your ankle and up over the curve of you calves and further upward.

The two of you reached his building, and he came to stop in front of the storefront on the first floor. “This is me,” he said. “I live on the second floor. I’m parked around the side.”

You glanced up at the building, and he nearly missed it as you knitted your eyebrows together in deep thought. He recognized the look – you had it at work all the time when you puzzled out new cases.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, but you only narrowed your eyes and made that thoughtful hum you made that meant the gears were spinning in your head.

Finally, you remarked, “you live over a bakery.” It was a statement and not a question, and your voice sounded small.

“Yeah, it’s not bad. My place always smells like cake,” he joked.

“Is this a chain bakery?”

Sonny thought about it. “Nah, I don’t think so. Pretty sure it’s just a family place. German, I think. They have a lot of stuff with umlauts in the name.”

“Heidelberg Bakery? Sounds Germanic to me.” You gave an irritated huff of bitter laughter. “I’m more of an idiot than I thought.”

Sonny turned and faced you, and he saw those gears spinning, and his heart sunk a little.

“Either Nick really loved me, and he drove all the way from his place to here and then back to the precinct…and that seems unlikely, all things considered.” “I don’t know what you mean,” Sonny replied, but he knew exactly what you meant. He didn’t think you’d notice, but that had been stupid on his part – you noticed almost everything.

And if the same coffee and pastry were sitting on your desk every day, you were bound to wonder where they came from. The coffee cup was plain white, but the pastry came in the same blue and white checked waxed bag. Which matched the blue and white checked design around the window of the Heidelberg Bakery.

“Sonny,” you said, and your voice had a warning edge to it. You stared him down hard, and he felt pinned by your gaze.

“Okay, it was me…so?”

“Sonny, why are earth did you bring me breakfast every day?”

He shrugged. Because he liked you, and then he loved you, and he couldn’t stand to see you doing a million nice things for Nick and not having a single nice thing done for you. Because he loved the way your face lit up when you came in and saw it sitting on your desk, even if you didn’t know the truth of who had brought it to you. But he didn’t say any of that.

“But it stopped when Nick left,” you continued, confused.

He shrugged again. “I still brought you coffee. I just made sure you knew it was me,” he replied. “I just thought…it’s stupid.”

“Try to explain it.” You crossed your arms and looked at him expectantly.

“I wanted you to have one nice memory about him, I guess. You were so sad and hurt…”

“But it was a lie, Sonny.”

He sighed and dropped his shoulders. “I didn’t mean to lie.”

“But why lie for him?”

He stared down at his feet, and he felt his heart sink even more. He couldn’t even get through one date without screwing it up. He had been so excited, and now any sort of thing between you was over before it even began. And as a terrible bonus, work would be awkward now.

When you finally spoke again, it was just to ask him to take you home, please.

********

The ride home was uncomfortably silent again, and you didn’t know what to think. You were mad, mostly at yourself. The story about the breakfast fell apart the minute you started tugging the loose thread: of course it wasn’t Nick. He couldn’t even break up with you kindly. Of course it was Sonny all along. He was like a Disney princess brought to life and stuffed into a well-tailored suit and Apple watch.

You should have noticed it all along. You wondered how much else had gotten past you.

And worst of all, you’d ruined your date with Sonny. You could feel the misery emanating from him as he drove you home.

He parked in front of your building, and there was a beat before either of you spoke.

“Sonny’s gonna be so disappointed that I screwed this up,” he said, and it would have sounded like a joke if he didn’t sound so despondent.

“Sonny,” you sighed. “Or Dominick. You didn’t screw anything up.” You turned a bit in your seat so that you were facing him, and you reached out a tentative hand and laid it on his arm. “Look, I just need to process this new information.”

“I understand,” he said, but he still sounded miserable.

“How about a re-do then? Tomorrow maybe, or next weekend?”

Sonny’s face brightened a bit, but he still sounded dismayed. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I know that, but I want to. We’ll put a moratorium on any mention of Nick.” You squeezed his arm reassuringly until he turned to meet your gaze. “I had a really great time tonight, Sonny, right up until I realized that the one nice thing I thought Nick did for me was you the whole time.”

“You deserve nice things.”

You smiled at him. “Then tell me when you’re free again and we’ll plan another date.”

He smiled back at you. “I’m free tomorrow night.”

“Good,” you replied. “You know my address now, apartment 420. It’s easy to remember because it’s the weed number.” He snorted at this, and you continued.

“Come by around 6 and I’ll make you dinner. I’m a fantastic cook.” You glanced at him and then added casually, “I know exactly how long to boil dry pasta until it’s nice and soft.”

It just further proved how sweet Sonny was – the man with strong, almost violent opinions on Italian food let your comment about awful boxed pasta slide, even though you noticed the wince that crossed his features. You were only kidding, but you knew if you served him boxed pasta with canned sauce, he’d choke it down with a smile and never say a word.

“That sounds great,” he said, and he finally had that patented Sonny cheer in his voice. You slid your hand down his arm until you were grasping his hand, and you leaned in to brush a kiss on his cheek. Even in the darkness of the cab of his truck you could see his ears turn pink.

********

Sonny got there half an hour early. He thought he might help you cook, but it didn’t occur to him until he was knocking on your door that you might not be ready.

That was half his problem when it came to dating. He was so thoughtful about some things but clueless about other things. It drove his ex-girlfriends crazy and baffled him, how his consideration sometimes backfired.

Your door swung open, and Sonny realized that you weren’t ready. You were dressed in another cute dress, but you were barefoot, and your hair was in a damp braid. But you grinned at him regardless and gestured for him to come inside, so you didn’t seem mad about it.

“These are for you,” he said, and he handed you a mixed bouquet that he spent too much time agonizing over. He didn’t know what your favorite color or favorite flower were, so he just had the florist put together a bit of everything. You grinned even wider at them and thanked him.

“Make yourself at home,” you said. “I have to finish getting ready.”

You disappeared into the back of your apartment, so Sonny cased the place. It was small but comfortable. You had a lot of shelves, a lot of books. He looked them over closer. He had no idea that you were such a prolific reader, but you had everything from poetry to thrillers to non-fiction. There was a small stack of literary journals, and (he noted with a smirk) two Harlequin-looking paperbacks, well-worn and half-hidden behind a handsomely bound copy of “Vanity Fair.”

You came back out, and he turned to face you. Your hair was still damp, but loose and wavy from being in a braid. You put on a pair of flats too.

“Dinner will be ready in about half an hour,” you told him. “I hope you grew up in a Prego home and not a Ragu one.”

Sonny almost felt like gagging, but he caught your sly smile. “You think you’re funny?” he asked. “My nonna would disown me if she found out I’d eaten jarred pasta.”

You walked past him and slapped his arm with the back of your hand. “No one is going to disown you, Saint Dominick,” you said. “Besides, I made lasagna. It might be controversial though. We’ll see.”

He followed you into your tiny kitchen, and you offered him a beer that he took gratefully. “How is it controversial?” he asked after he took a sip.

You cracked open the oven door to check it, and the smell that wafted out made Sonny salivate. “It’s homemade pasta with a béchamel sauce, mushrooms, and burrata.” You shut the oven and started on a salad that was sitting in a strainer in the sink. “You think your nonna would accept a lasagna that uses a mother sauce instead of tomato?”

Sonny laughed. “I think my nonna would be more concerned that I lock down the woman who can actually cook. My last girlfriend thought baking a frozen pizza qualified as cooking.”

“That’s a low bar for your nonna,” you said. You sliced a cucumber and tossed it in the salad.

“Well, I didn’t get married when I was seventeen, so she’s been in despair now that I’m aged and alone,” he joked. “I’m half afraid she’s gonna sign me up for one of those prison pen pal programs, just to get me a girl. One that’s locked up and can’t run away.”

You laughed and pulled out some dishes to set the table. “Well, for what it’s worth, I was arrested once in college for protesting a speaker at our university.” You glanced up and saw the look of surprise on his face and laughed again. “Never charged, Sonny.”

“I knew you were bad news, doll,” he replied with a smile, and then the timer went off, and you proceeded to dinner.

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If Sonny already loved you, after eating your home-cooked meal, he knew he had to find a way to marry you someday. Your lasagna – not even from a recipe, just something you whipped up once – was amazing, the salad had homemade dressing, and you even mixed an excellent cocktail for each of you (“Bartended in grad school,” you said. “Big smiles and big cleavage meant big tips for those tuition bills.”) And for dessert? Homemade truffles.

“Why on earth are you a detective if you can cook like this?” he asked, pleasantly full as he sat on your couch.

You shrugged and gave him a pleased smile. “It’s just a hobby,” you explained. “I don’t think I’d love it if my paycheck depended on it.”

“Well, my nonna would approve, I think.” He patted his stomach. “Though I’d get fat pretty quickly if I ate this well every day.”

“Like you’re one to talk,” you snorted. “You’re always bringing in pastries and cookies and cannoli to fatten up all of your co-workers.”

“Here’s your revenge then,” and he popped another truffle into his mouth. It was delicious, chocolate with a hint of cherry liqueur, and before he could stop himself, he groaned obscenely, making you smirk at him.

He swallowed and washed it down with a sip of Moscato, and before he could stop his mouth again, he said, “Nick was an idiot to give this up.” By the time his ears heard what he said, he muttered an added, “ah, shit.”

When he glanced over at you though, you had your head tilted at him with a slight smile on your face. “You really have no control over your mouth, do you?” you asked. “I hate to say it, Sonny, but you might want to stick with NYPD. Can you picture yourself as an ADA? You’d be in contempt more often than not for just running your mouth.”

He felt like a complete idiot, but before he could lay out all of the ways he had to apologize, you leaned in and closed the gap between the two of you and pressed a kiss on his mouth. It was innocent – closed-mouth and soft, and it only lasted a second – but it made Sonny’s heart twist in that way that love did, painful but irresistible.

You pulled away and looked at him, your lips curved into a smile. “It’s okay, Sonny. Please don’t spend the next hour beating yourself up and apologizing.”

Maybe you knew him better than he realized.

He sat his wineglass down and then reached out a hand, laid it on the back of your head. He pulled you back to him, and he kissed you this time. He kept his mouth closed, but he pressed his lips more firmly to yours, relishing how soft your mouth was.

You pulled away and smiled, and he could feel your lips curve against him. “This is a better use of your mouth, Dominick.”

He gave a little growl – hearing his given name in your mouth while you kissed him did something to him, and he pulled you back to him again. When he kissed you, he tilted your head and ran his tongue over the seam of your lips until you parted them with a sigh. He kissed you deeply, tasting the Moscato and the hint of cherry, and when you slid your own tongue into his mouth, a bit tentative, he groaned and pulled your body against his.

You were a solid weight on top of him, and with his free hand, he lightly skimmed your form, drifting over your hip and your lower back until it settled between the wings of your shoulder blades. You were trembling, almost imperceptibly, so he pushed his hand up the back of your neck and into your hair. He ran his fingertips along your scalp, hoping it would soothe you a bit.

Your hands were shaking a bit too. One arm braced you, holding some of your weight off of him, but your laid your other hand on his chest for a while until you reached up to lay your palm across the side of his face.

It was a long moment together, your tongues pressing against each other, swallowing each other’s moans, nervous hands touching but too shy to drift to the places where they really wanted to touch.

You both broke apart, a bit breathless. Sonny looked you over and smiled at the deep blush that had broken out across your face, and he could feel his own flush burning. He tugged his fingers through your hair and grinned at you.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he confessed.

You laughed lightly. “Ever since you saw me shirtless in the locker room?”

Sonny acted offended. “I turned my back when you changed!” He glanced at you and added, more seriously, “but I wanted to kiss you long before that. When you were…” But you cut him off by kissing him again.

You were bolder now. Maybe it was the threat of hearing Nick’s name again, but you sucked on his bottom lip and nipped him until he groaned. He was hard underneath you and wanted nothing more than to squirm a bit, relieve some of the tension, but he didn’t want to seem ungentlemanly. It was only your second date, and while he didn’t have rules around hooking up, he didn’t want to be pushy.

Actually, he did have one rule about hooking up, but he blew past it long ago because he had loved you for a while now. Ideally, you’d love him too, but he knew you were still too hurt about Nick.

You moved from his mouth to his neck, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses down his neck and across the part of his throat exposed by his collar, and up the other side of his neck. He groaned again, and when you pulled away to look down at him, there was a question in your eyes.

“Sonny, what do you want to do?” you asked softly.

He stuttered. “I don’t…I mean…whatever you want…”

You shook your head at him, a bit sadly. “Sonny, Sonny, Sonny. Saint Dominick.” You laid your hand back on the side of his face, and he leaned into your touch. “If that coffee hadn’t exploded on me that day, would you have ever said anything? Would you have ever asked me out?”

He didn’t want to lie, so he didn’t. “Probably not.”

“Why not?” He couldn’t meet your gaze, and you shifted your hand to his jaw and tilted his head until he couldn’t look away. When he couldn’t respond, you continued.

“You say I deserve nice things. What do you deserve, Sonny?” You read something in his eyes, because you widened your own eyes a bit, and he saw you make a working theory in your head. “Do you not think you deserve to be happy, Sonny?”

He sighed and pushed you back gently until he was sitting up again. “It’s hard, the work we do. We see so much suffering, sometimes it’s hard to think I can be happy. That I deserve it when so many people will never be happy.”

You settled beside him and threaded your fingers through his. “That’s exactly why we should be happy, Sonny. We have to grab it when we have the chance because it can seem so rare.”

Your hand was warm in his. Sonny could feel his heart hammering in his chest. Growing up Catholic, everything seemed to be about feeling guilty, not feeling good enough. His parents unconsciously reinforced that: being a cop wasn’t good enough, going to college wasn’t good enough. He didn’t even tell his ma that he’d been accepted to college until a few days before the start of classes.

Bouncing from precinct to precinct didn’t help either.

“Besides, you make so many people happy, Sonny,” you added. “Don’t you deserve a bit for yourself?”

Reluctantly, he nodded.

“So I’ll ask again,” you said softly. “What do you want?” You squeezed his hand, and Sonny turned to you with a smile.

“I want you.”

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Navy's Nightmare

by CrazyMoonLove (TheJupiterGirl) When the '' Female Navy Killer '' comes back, all the women members and ex-members of the navy forces are called back to the bases for their security. But will, the identity of this psychopath who raped, tortured and killed so many women, be revealed ?..... ...Read it to know. Inspired by : '' From Port to Port '' by SamHeartfillia(SamFullbuster) Words: 5, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Top Gun (Movies), NCIS, NCIS: Los Angeles, Criminal Minds (US TV), Law & Order: SVU, 9-1-1 (TV), 9-1-1: Lone Star (TV 2020), Hawaii Five-0 (2010), S.W.A.T. (TV 2017), Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV), Grey's Anatomy, Chicago PD (TV), Chicago Fire, Chicago Med, Castle (TV 2009), The Mentalist, Fast & Furious (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/M, Other Characters: Connor Rhodes (Chicago Med), Evan "Buck" Buckley, TK Strand, Kelly Severide, Jay Halstead, Anthony DiNozzo, Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr., Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Danny "Danno" Williams, Spencer Reid, Jackson Avery, Brian O'Conner, Jake Peralta, Jim Street, Richard Castle, Patrick Jane, Will Halstead, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Carlos Reyes (9-1-1 Lone Star), Matthew Casey, Adam Ruzek, Jethro Gibbs, Rafael Barba, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Steve McGarrett, Aaron Hotchner, Mark Sloan (Grey's Anatomy) Relationships: Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Carlos Reyes/TK Strand, Matthew Casey/Kelly Severide, Jay Halstead/Adam Ruzek, Anthony DiNozzo/Jethro Gibbs, Rafael Barba/Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr., Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw/Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Steve McGarrett/Danny "Danno" Williams, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Jackson Avery/Mark Sloan, Brian O'Conner/Dominic Toretto, G Callen/Original Male Character(s), Jake Peralta/Original Male Character(s), Jim Street/Original Male Character(s), Richard Castle/Original Character(s), Patrick Jane/Original Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Serial Killers, Killing, Rape/Non-con Elements, Blood and Violence, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, My First Smut, Blood and Gore, Blood and Torture via https://ift.tt/4qEmtkG

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The Counselor and The Detective

Dominick Carisi x Reader / Terry Bruno x Reader Warnings: smut (explicit), language

‘Another one, please.’ you motion to the bartender, and he nods, preparing a glass of Merlot for you as your phone buzzes. A text from Sonny lights up your screen.

Sorry, sweetheart. Still stuck at the office with Bruno going over the case. You know how much I hate this.

It was supposed to be your date night. And even though Dominick and you had kept it casual until now on the grounds that both of you were too busy for a serious relationship, this was the one thing you both had insisted on. A regular Friday date night. Yes, he had apologized in advance, knowing he was going to be late but now it was almost 10.30pm and you were getting tired of waiting. He had a big trial coming up on Monday, however, you knew for a fact everyone else had gone home and it was just him and the lead Detective on the case still working so late. You had to find a way to make him leave.

You take a generous sip of wine before getting up and walking toward the bathroom. Maybe he just needed a little inspiration, you think to yourself, and take your phone out of your purse. Hiking up your dress, you position yourself, camera pointing at your lace-covered center, a finger teasingly moving the fabric aside just an inch, just enough, before snapping a photo.

Hungry for you. You hit send.

Sonny’s reply only takes seconds.

Come over.

You gasp, your hands beginning to shake immediately. Come over to his office? Has he gotten rid of the Detective? Was he all alone now? Oh, fuck. You quickly leave the bathroom stall and return to the bar to pay your tab and grab your coat.

On my way, baby.

******

The floor is dark, the blinds of his office closed, and you swallow hard as you approach, knowing he has prepared for you. Fuck, you’ve had sex in semi-public places but this, this was something you two had fantasized about so many times. You knock softly before opening the door and there he is, leaning against his desk, looking sexy as ever in his waistcoat, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up slightly above his elbows. Your eyes linger on him for a few moments but then, to your confusion, you notice another man sitting on the leather couch.

‘Come in, my love. Close the door and lock it.’ Sonny says, as the other man stands up with a soft smile. He’s handsome, about the same age as Sonny.

‘Dominick?’ you look at him questioningly and he walks towards you, grabbing your hand.

‘This is Detective Bruno. Terry. He was looking forward to meeting you.’ he says, and Bruno comes over, his eyes wandering over you as your heart begins to race.

You look at Sonny and he has that smirk on his lips that says it all. And you don’t know what in the world possesses you but you just give him a soft nod before he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you against him as his lips capture yours. As Dominick kisses you, his tongue slipping into your mouth, making you moan, Detective Bruno is watching, his gaze still on you as your boyfriend’s hands glide over you. It’s thrilling, kind of. Such a weird, bizarre feeling. You’re surprised by how fucking turned on you are already. You’re safe with Sonny, you know it. If at any time you’re uncomfortable with anything, a ‘no’ or ‘stop’ is enough and it will be over. But you want to know where this is going. All of a sudden you have no inhibitions, and these two attractive men are making you feel so sexy and wanted.

‘You know, I happened to see the photo you sent to ADA Carisi…I gotta say, you look pretty damn delicious.’ Terry whispers, his hand reaching out to touch your cheek as Sonny places passionate kisses down your neck.

‘I am pretty damn delicious. Tell him, Sonny, baby.’ you moan, fluttering your eyelashes up at the cop.

‘She’s the most delicious thing in the world.’ Sonny confirms and you giggle, your hands in his hair, roughing up his perfectly gelled locks.

‘Maybe, if you’re lucky, Counselor Carisi will let you have a little taste.’ you smile at Bruno as the Detective steps closer.

And while Sonny’s hands travel underneath your dress, lips sucking on the delicate skin of your neck, Detective Bruno starts kissing you. Almost immediately you begin to tremble, the two men’s lips and hands on you now and the thought of what’s to come almost too much to handle for your horny brain. Dominick’s hand slips between your legs, laughing at your dampness, his thumb pressing down on your clit, making you squirm under his touch. You’re losing all self-control. If you’ve had any to begin with, that is.

‘She’s really wet, you wanna feel?’ Sonny asks Terry and you whimper as the two men switch places, handling you like a doll.

Detective Bruno’s hand wanders up your dress, his fingers finding your wet cunt and he furrows his brow.

‘Damn!’ he sucks in air and you look down as you make out a growing bulge in his pants. Dear God.

‘Is that all for me, sweetie? Or will you give some of that to Detective Bruno? I’m willing to share if you are.’ Sonny whispers in your ear, nibbling there as Bruno drags his fingers through the folds of your pussy, making you moan out loud.

‘M-maybe…ugh…’ you groan, as Terry withdraws to bring his fingers to his mouth in order to taste your juices.

‘Fuck yeah, she’s delicious. You’re a lucky man, Carisi.’ he grins and you wrap your arms around your boyfriend’s neck, kissing him deeply as his hands find the zipper of your dress, pulling it down.

Terry helps you step out of the fabric while Dominick continues to get rid of your bra and panties, then wastes no time to push you down on his table until you’re lying down on it. The two men are still fully clothed and you’re exposed to them, feeling anything but. You’ve never felt hotter.

‘Spread your legs, baby.’ Dominick says, his hands on your thighs and you can feel your arousal dripping out of you already as you follow his command.

‘Fuck…’ you can hear Terry mumble under his breath.

You can feel Sonny’s fingers on you, spreading your lips, exposing your clit, and then his tongue is on you, tasting you. It feels fucking incredible. His name escapes your mouth in a loud moan and your back arches almost completely off the table, he has to hold you down with his free hand, all while he continues to flick his tongue on your sensitive bud. Fuck. He’s always been an expert at eating you out, the sight of his face between your legs enough to make you shake.

‘Bruno. Come here.’ you hear him say and your eyes flutter open to see the Detective step between your legs, his gaze on your pussy as Sonny pauses. ‘Fuck her with your fingers. I gotta hold her still.’

Oh God, you think but you have no time to think. Detective Bruno immediately plunges his middle and ring finger into you, making you scream in pleasure and Sonny’s mouth is back on you, sucking on your swollen clit. The two men are relentless in the way they are working on your cunt, Sonny’s expert tongue twirling around your core hungrily all while Terry’s unfamiliar fingers are pumping in and out of you, curling over your gummy walls. You know their goal is to make you cum as fast as possible, to make you shake and scream, and it won’t take long.

‘Doesn’t she have the most perfect little cunt ever?’ Sonny moans against you, parting your lips even more to expose your sensitive, overstimulated pussy. You can hardly take it anymore.

‘So perfect. So tight. Can’t wait for her to cum, see her squirm. You wanna cum, darling? You want us to make you squirt, huh?’ you open your eyes to look down at the two men, both giving you the dirtiest looks as they work your cunt to near exhaustion.

‘Fuck, yes, please!’ you yelp, and Sonny starts rubbing your clit as he continues to tongue at your folds, Detective Bruno adding a third finger to fuck into you harder and faster, pressing against your g spot.

Your thighs begin to shake as you feel your pleasure starting to concentrate on that one spot within you, and Dominick knows exactly what to do. Sucking harder, rubbing faster.

‘Hold her hips down.’ Sonny says and he spreads your legs as wide as he can, slapping your clit before taking it into his mouth again to suck greedily while Bruno’s fingers continue to fuck into you.

‘I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna c-cum!’ you cry, feeling yourself topple over, the walls of your pussy beginning to twitch.

Terry withdraws his fingers, inching closer to your pussy as Dominick watches as you pulse, and both men are holding you steady, your cunt releasing a spray of squirt. And you moan loudly, your eyes rolling back, you throb and spasm on the table as Sonny and Terry take turns catching your juice with their mouths.

‘Fuck baby, yes! Mmmhmm, look at that pretty pussy giving us so much delicious cum.’ Dominick moans, plunging two fingers into your still spurting hole. ‘Can’t get enough of you.’

‘Unreal.’ Terry growls, licking his lips.

Your eyes flutter open and the sight of the two men between your legs is almost too much to handle. And you know this earth shattering orgasm they have given you you know is only the beginning. Both their faces wet with your slick and cum, it is your turn now to make them feel good.

Dominick is hard as a rock in his pants and Terry has reached into his jeans and is stroking himself as you sit up, still shaking from your orgasm.

‘Mmmhhmm what do you say, Counselor? Shall we give Detective Bruno one of my holes, hmm?’ you smile, climbing off the wet table, grabbing your boyfriend and kissing him hard, tasting your pussy on his lips.

‘Your terms, darling.’ Sonny purrs as you stroke his dick through his pants.

‘You’ve both been so good to me, you deserve everything.’ you say, reaching out to pull Terry close as well, unzipping his jeans to free his cock while Sonny undresses himself.

The two men’s lips and hands are all over you, an overload of sensations while you’re still so raw from your recent orgasm. You lean back against Dominick, his hard cock rubbing against your ass and you already begin to shiver again in anticipation. Terry moans as your hands wrap around him, as you begin to stroke him and Sonny guides you backwards towards the couch. You turn around, pushing him down on it, kneeling next to him on the cold leather, his brilliant blues staring into your eyes, heavy with lust. It’s on you to serve them now. Happily. And as your mouth wraps around Sonny’s hard cock, you raise your hips, legs spread for Terry.

‘Detective.’ you mumble with your mouth full of dick.

‘Go ahead.’ Carisi grabs your ass, slapping it softly. ‘You have my permission. Fuck her however she likes it. Fuuuuck baby, that feels good!’ he moans, his precum leaking into your mouth as you bob your head up and down his shaft.

Finally, you feel Terry grab your hips from behind, the tip of his cock at your entrance, making you quiver before he pushes into you, making you moan and almost choke on Sonny’s dick. Christ almighty.

‘Holy shit!’ he breathes, dragging his cock along your tight walls.

‘Hmm babygirl, I think he loves your pussy just as much as I do.’ Dominick teases, pushing your hair out of your face as you eagerly suck his dick. You love it, you always have. It’s always been an equal part of give and receive in your relationship.

‘Fuck yes, I do. No wonder you’re always in such a good mood, Carisi. She’s taking my dick so well. Shiiiiit!!!’ Detective Bruno moans as he pumps into you, making your knees buckle.

‘Sonny has coaxed it out of me, haven’t you, Counselor?’ you look up at Sonny as you drag your tongue back and forth in his slit, making him tremble.

‘Oh and you have coaxed many things out of me, baby.’ he smiles, then looks at Bruno. ‘Fuck her harder. She can take it. She wants it. I know she does. Don’t you, hun?’ he growls and you nod.

Detective Bruno does as he’s told, shoving his dick into you harder, and you have to catch your balance on Sonny’s thighs, a loud scream escaping your mouth.

‘Good girl.’ Bruno moans, setting a new, merciless rhythm inside your cunt.

Fuck, it feels incredible. You know you’re going to cum again in no time and you know this is what they want. They want you screaming and they want you to be a mess again before they launch a new attack on you. It’s all part of their plan. You could tell from the moment you stepped into Dominick’s office. Terry’s fingers find your clit and he begins to rub you there, his cock pushing into your dripping cunt while Sonny watches you eat his dick enthusiastically. You love the taste of him, you love having him throbbing inside your mouth while you play with his balls, have him moan your name, the tension in his thigh increasing with every stroke, every flick of your tongue.

‘Harder.’ Sonny instructs as he pulls you off him and Bruno once again picks up the pace while Sonny kisses you and you cum, holding on to your boyfriend as you shake and moan, your walls once again bursting. ‘Fuck her through it.’

The Detective fucks you through your orgasm, your legs almost giving out and your pussy squeezes around his dick. He curses under his breath while Sonny looks at you adoringly.

‘Fuck. Fuck. You two are gonna kill me.’ you sigh, voice shaking as much as your body.

‘No baby, no. But I think we can both agree that we love to make you cum, don’t we, Bruno.’ Sonny laughs as Detective Bruno pulls out of you, his hard dick glistening with your juices.

You look at them, both men so proud of themselves for having reduced you to a screaming, twitching mess, not once but twice now. And yet, they have yet to cum.

‘I think it’s your turn now. Counselor. Detective.’ you push Sonny back on the couch until he’s lying down before climbing on top of him, guiding his cock into your pussy.

‘Mmmhmmm baby, fuck. So warm. So tight.’ he moans, starting to fuck into you immediately as you lean forward and he embraces you while Bruno watches, stroking his still wet cock.

‘You two are so hot together.’ he mumbles, stepping closer, his hand running over your spine.

‘Join us. It’ll be even hotter.’ you breath spreading your buttcheeks but Bruno hesitates.

‘Don’t be shy. She’s okay with it.’ Dominick assures him.

‘Sonny, baby, I don’t think he’s ever done it before. Let’s switch.’ you pull away from him and your boyfriend smirks before you climb on top of him again, facing away, while he spits into his hands several times, wetting his cock for you.

Bruno watches as Sonny guides his dick into your asshole in slow motion, giving you all the time you need to adjust before you bottom out, moaning his name, and his arms are holding you still for a moment.

‘One word and I’ll stop.’ your boyfriend assures you but you shake your head, you actually love the feeling.

The first time you had tried it it’d been your idea and Sonny had looked at you in shock before shyly agreeing. Now it wasn’t something you did on a regular basis but sometimes, when you were in a particular mood, you had opened the drawer and asked Sonny to use that vibrator in your ass while he fucked you. And he couldn’t deny that he had enjoyed it too.

‘Go on, Detective.’ you say, as Sonny slowly starts fucking into you and you spread your legs a little more, offering your pussy to Bruno.

‘You sure?’ Terry asks and you nod, biting your lip.

‘Please. Fill me up. I want both of your cocks making me cum at the same time. And I want both of you cum inside me.’ you moan and Sonny curses at your words, his hand reaching down to find your clit, to rub you there.

‘Fuck, this is crazy. This is the hottest thing ever. My God. I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life.’ Detective Bruno leans down to inspect your swollen little pussy, watches in awe as Sonny’s dick pumps in and out of you.

‘She’s all ours to share.’ Sonny growls, biting into your shoulder softly and you giggle.

Bruno’s tongue darts out to taste you and you squirm, releasing another stream of slick from your opening which he catches. Greedily, his fingers delve into you, at which your legs fall apart even more, and you know he can’t hold back any longer.

‘Please. Please Detective. Please.’ you beg, hungry for his cock now. All you want is to get your brains fucked out by these two gorgeous men.

‘Well, I can’t have you begging like this.’ he whispers, pushing the head of his dick through your folds before ramming it into your pussy and you moan out loud, overwhelmed by the feeling of two cocks inside you now.

‘Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck OH FUCK!’ you yelp, and they both halt their movements in order for you to get used to them.

‘You’re okay?’ Bruno asks while Sonny softly strokes your sides, kissing your neck.

‘YES! Fucking hell don’t stop!’ you squeal and they smirk, immediately starting to thrust into you again, slowly but deliberately.

Fuck, you can’t believe you have two dicks inside of you, you can’t even figure out what is going on, all you know is that you are approaching another orgasm fast. Sonny’s hands are holding you up while he’s pumping into your asshole, Bruno has found the perfect position to fuck into your pussy deeply while his thumb is pressing down on your clit, rubbing tiny circles and you have lost all sense of time and space.

‘Harder.’ you cry, looking up at the detective as his mouth hangs open at the sight of you exposed like this, offering yourself up to him like this.

‘Mmmmhhmm, she can take it, Bruno. Do as she says. Fuck that little pussy of hers.’ Sonny orders, pulling on your hair slightly as he himself picks up the pace a bit more, his dick fucking into your ass harder.

You smile as Bruno does as he’s told, with a loud, feral moan, and you close your eyes, letting the two men split you open, fucking into you ferociously.

‘Fuck, baby. I’m so close. Fuck!’ Sonny moans behind you and you smile triumphantly.

‘Wanna see that pussy squirt again. Wanna feel you clench around me, baby.’ Bruno says, desperately pumping his dick into your soaking wet cunt.

His thumb is circling your clit harder, as you look down, watching as the two men fuck your holes, making you feel like a slut and a goddess at the same time.

‘You two feel so fucking good! I’m gonna cum, ughhhhh.’ you moan, and both men pick up the pace again, making you scream with every thrust, making you forget everything around you.

And for the third time today you bliss out, spasming around their two cocks, jerking, pulsing, twitching, juice shooting from your spent pussy while you moan. And they still won’t stop ramming into you, chasing their own releases, Bruno still rubbing your swollen clit. Sonny is the first to cum, filling your ass with his seed, holding you close to him while he presses into you, your name on his hot breath. You cry and convulse again as Terry continues to penetrate you frantically, his cock plunging into your pussy again, again and again, and you cum once more while Sonny rubs your clit, making you spray your squirt everywhere.

‘Yeah, you like that huh, he told me you could take it, now I’m gonna make you take it. Again!’ the Detective smiles. ‘Spread her cunt for me, Sonny. Wider.’

You cry out in pleasure as Sonny holds your legs open while your thighs shake, his hands reaching down to spread the lips of your pussy to expose you to Bruno.

‘Fuck. Look at that. How many more do you have in you, huh? You wanna find out? Sonny, what do you think?’

‘Oh I’ve lost count.’ Sonny kisses you and you lean back against him, exhausted but eager for more. Always eager for more.

Once more Bruno shoves his dick inside you, hard and fast thrusts, over and over again, and you cum again with a scream, your boyfriend holding you while you shake and twitch.

‘Mmmmhmmm, every time that pussy clenches around me I get closer to heaven, Counselor. You really won the prize with that one.’ Bruno says, playing with your clit.

‘I know…I know. So precious. Aren’t you, my darling.’ Sonny kisses your temple as he reaches up to squeeze your tits, and you nod, catching your breath before Bruno starts fucking you again.

But he is close now himself, you can tell. Beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his grip tightening on you, his pants quickening, his thrusts getting sloppier. Still, he fucks into you hard, his thumb stroking your clit as you reach another peak.

‘I want you to cum, Detective.’ you moan. ‘P-please. I wanna feel that cock pulsing inside of me. Feel that hot cum fill my pussy. Come on.’

‘Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkk!’ he growls as he rams into you a few more times, finally releasing himself into you with a shudder. ‘Holy fucking shit!’

And Sonny is there to continue to rub your clit while Bruno continues to fuck into you, still semi-hard, and you cum again as he pulls out, watching your pussy contracting and throbbing, pumping out his seed as you twitch and moan. Fucking hell.

‘Fuck…’ Terry licks his lips while running his fingers through your wet folds a few more times, looking at you adoringly.

‘So much for trial prep.’ Sonny laughs, his arms wrapped around you tightly and you relish the feeling of being taken care of after being fucked senseless.

It truly seems like your soul has left your body, nothing in your life has ever felt this intense before. Your eyes are still closed and you’re too afraid to open them but as you feel Detective Bruno leaning down to kiss you, you eventually do.

‘Well, maybe it was just the inspiration you needed, what do you think, Counselor?’ you smirk up at Sonny and he chuckles.

‘Yeah, maybe you should come over more often, baby.’ he whispers.

Hmmm. Yes. Maybe you should.

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Mistakes We Knew We Were Making

Chapter 2: The Unraveling

Two weeks. Two weeks you had told him to wait. If he was still thinking about you then, he could call. Otherwise, he shouldn’t bother. And you had meant it. You had not saved his number, only given him yours.

Dominick had assured you that he would call but truth be told, you didn’t know his character from a quickie behind a boathouse in South Hampton. Promises were made and broken in the heat of a moment like that. Careless words were spoken all the time when there were no obligations involved, no strings attached. And it would have been no big deal.

You didn’t know anything about him except that he was studying criminal law at Fordham, lived somewhere in Williamsburg, and had stumbled onto the Hamptons scene that weekend the same way you had - some friends had dragged him there. Other than the way he was so magnetic and you wanted him with every fiber of your being, you didn’t even know if it was a physical attraction or more than that. However, you would have been lying to yourself if you didn’t admit to the fact that you spent every day of those two weeks thinking about him. Cursing yourself for telling him to wait. Hoping he would call. Even if it would end up being just a good old-fashioned booty call. Yes, you would still see him around somewhere if he didn’t call but it would hurt your pride. For him to have made you feel the way he did that night and never be acknowledged again? Sure you would cope eventually but not after a few weeks of utter bitterness and self-loathing. Ugh, once again you cursed his name for the millionth time these past two weeks. What a fool you had been.

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You are sitting at your desk at the law firm’s office where you work part-time, typing away at an email reply. Two clients enter the room and you look up, smiling politely at them.

‘Mister Phillips is ready for you, gentlemen. Would you care for some coffee?’ you offer.

They return your smile but shake their heads, and close the office door behind them in a rush. You sigh in relief, turning back towards the computer screen only to be interrupted by your phone vibrating on silent. You stare at the unknown number slightly annoyed but pick up with an exasperated ‘Yes?’

‘Guess this is a bad time, huh?’ you hear him chuckle on the other end.

Fuck.

FUCKFUCKFUCK!

You draw in a sharp breath and sit up straight as though you just got caught doing something naughty. It’s him. Dominick.

What the-. Your work had actually distracted you, kept you so busy you had forgotten about what day it was. For once in those two weeks you had not thought about him in a hot second.

‘It’s you.’ You feel so silly but you actually cannot believe he is really calling.

‘Well…you told me to call in two weeks. It’s been two weeks. And I’m afraid I haven’t stopped thinking about you. So I was hoping to see you again. Please say yes.’

He sounds like a little boy asking for his favorite toy back after it’s been taken from him. It makes you weak immediately, flashbacks to him and you together, skin on skin. Oh lord.

‘Yes.’ is all you manage to mutter. Girl, control yourself. You swallow hard, you’re sure he can hear it.

‘I’m so glad. Are you free tonight?’ The urgency in his tone of voice makes you feel so powerful, maybe he can’t control himself either.

‘I’ll text you my address.’

When you hang up you are shaking. There it is again that feeling in the pit of your stomach, spreading down between your legs. Your mind is racing. You actually can’t believe it. He had been waiting to call you. He had been thinking about you. In fact, in his own words, he had not stopped thinking about you. Your whole body is suddenly trembling with anticipation and disbelief. Is this really happening? The way he had so nonchalantly admitted to more or less obsessing over you the way you had over him. The way he had practically begged to see you. Oh boy, would you make it worth his while.

You finish early on Fridays so you run out of the office, stopping by your local grocery store to pick up some essentials, including a bottle of wine, before coming home to your small Bushwick apartment. Good thing is, you still have hours before Dominick gets here, bad thing is, you still have hours before Dominick gets here. Your anxiety is already through the roof and you kind of want to smoke some weed but you’re scared it will make it worse.

So instead you take advantage of the luxury of having a bathtub and spend an hour soaking among lavender-scented bubbles. Looking down at your naked body, imagining him touching you again, and you have to hold back from touching yourself at the thought of it. Like you have so many times during the past two weeks when these thoughts had taken over. It was the way he had known exactly how you liked it, even the things you yourself hadn’t known you liked yet.

It had never been this good with anyone before, even your ex-boyfriend of three years. He had never been able to even want you to open up like this because it was clear from the beginning that he was more interested in his own needs and wants. But you had hoped that you could coax it out of him by giving into whatever he demanded because after all, it was love, right? Or at least you thought it was. And yes, he had made you cum, most of the time. And yes, he had gone down on you. Even though you always felt like it was more of a chore to him than something he had enjoyed while you had to pretend that sucking his dick was something you relished when he more or less forced you into it. Either way, he never made you feel sexy, he never made you feel like the most important person in the room, like all eyes should be on you; like a woman, like a man should make you feel. Instead he liked to keep small, keep you in your place, talked over you to make himself look smart and important. So eventually, it all faded away between you two. And that was putting it mildly. You don’t like to think about it too much, it takes you to a dark place you don’t want to go.

You don’t miss being in a relationship. In fact, you’re not looking for one. Whatever this is, is going to be, or not, between you and Dominick, you aren’t ready for anything serious.

8pm on the dot, your doorbell rings. The spritz of perfume you just sprayed behind your ear still lingers in the air as you rush down the hallway to press the button on the intercom. Soft footsteps on the stairs. Your heart is pounding. You check yourself in the mirror one last time. No fancy outfit, nothing revealing. Just a simple gray cotton off-the-shoulder dress, your hair in a messy bun, soft make-up. Why bother when he already had your pussy in his face, right? Why bother when he for some reason already thinks you are the sexiest little thing?

He’s holding a small wicker basket full of fresh strawberries, the sweet scent overwhelming as you open the door to greet him.

‘What-‘ you raise your eyebrows at him.

‘I think flowers are overrated and well…I passed a farmer’s market earlier on my way home, so. I hope you’re not allergic or are one of those rare people who hate strawberries.’ he’s babbling. He’s nervous. How cute.

‘I love strawberries.’ you reply, as you pick one from the basket and grab his arm, pulling him in. The fruit is absolutely bursting with flavor as you bite into it. ‘Delicious.’ you smile, making it clear you’re not just talking about the strawberry.

‘Well, I’m glad.’ he smiles back at you.

‘Thank you.’

He follows you into the living room/kitchen area, his eyes tracing your body and your adorable little banter quickly gives way to that familiar heat spreading between you two.

‘Just so you know, I think flowers are overrated too, unless they grow in a field.’ you turn around and properly take him in for the first time since opening the door.

You can’t believe he’s really here. Standing in your apartment. And he seems to think the same thing. As much as you both were overconfident that night you met, fueled by a bit of alcohol and the excitement of the unknown, you don’t know where to start, or rather where to continue now. His hands seem restless, yours are dying to touch him.

‘Glass of wine?’ you ask because you can’t think of anything else and maybe a few sips will calm your nerves.

‘Sure, thanks.’ he answers as he shrugs off his jacket and you turn to get glasses from the cupboard.

By the time you have opened and poured the wine, he has wandered over to your bookshelf, scanning the contents. You watch as his fingertips glide over the spines of books, and you can’t explain why it makes your heart beat so much faster all of a sudden. With the glasses in hand you join him, handing him his just as he pulls out Kierkegaard.

‘I don’t know if I’m amused or shocked.’ he looks at you, one eyebrow raised.

‘And why’s that?’

‘What’s your field of law again?’

‘I never said.’ you challenge him.

He takes a sip of wine and his eyes stare into yours. Damn you, you think.

‘Well can I guess then?’

‘Go ahead.’

‘Human Rights.'

Fuck, he is good. Or you’re just too obvious. Your law books aren’t even on this shelf.

‘You figured that out from me reading Kierkegaard?’

‘Oh no. I just really appreciate philosophy.’

You purse your lips and he cocks his head and it’s a game you’re playing now it seems. If that first time you told him not to tease, teasing is now all you are both doing. His face is entirely too close to yours and you notice a slight sunburn across his nose, a few freckles dancing there, his lashes too unfairly long for a man as he looks down into your eyes.

‘Philosophy me this then, Mister. You really couldn’t stop thinking about me?’ your voice is low and you can tell the effect it has on him.

‘Hmm. You left me with quite the thoughts.’ he says, in the same low voice.

‘Can’t imagine what you mean.’ you smirk up at him, putting your glass down on the bookshelf next to his.

He smiles and puts a finger under your chin, raising your head slightly.

‘I mean….’ he takes a deep breath. ‘I thought about you day and night, wondering what you were doing, what you were eating, drinking, dreaming about. Whether you were feeling happy or sad, stressed or relaxed. What kind of music you were listening to, what kind of books you were reading, what kind of clothes you were wearing. If you were wearing the same perfume you wore the night we met. Whether you preferred the rain of the last few days or if you were hoping for sunshine and the heat. What you were thinking about while waiting in line at the coffee shop. If you were thinking about me? If you were counting down the days hoping I would call, or if you regretted that night? And if you were thinking about me, were you thinking about the way I touched you, the way I kissed you, the way I fucked you? Did you touch yourself thinking about me? Because I did. I got hard the second the thought of you entered my mind.’

His mouth is behind your ear now and you are a mess. You are holding back a moan, choked up in your throat. He has once again managed to reduce you to a complete wreck, a dampness spreading between your legs.

‘Sounds intense.’ you exhale and he smiles as he picks you up, your hands wrapping around his neck, legs around his waist.

You finally find yourself kissing him deeply, his strong arms holding you so tightly you can feel his heartbeat hammering against you.

‘Just so we’re clear…I never regretted it for one second.’ you say it with every inch of your soul before slipping your tongue into his hot mouth, a moan rumbling within him.

‘Anything else you wanna clear up? Maybe like…you thinking about me too…and y’know. Touching yourself?’ he tickles your sides and you shriek, punching his arms playfully.

‘Wouldn’t you like to know.’ you tease, and he rolls his eyes.

Somehow you manage to make your way into your bedroom and he puts you down on your bed, his body on top of yours. Your kisses are becoming more intense by the second, your hands sneaking under his shirt, feeling his warm skin, so desperate for more contact. But you have other plans. Pushing him off of you, you crawl back on the bed, telling him ‘Stay there.’ as he attempts to follow. He looks confused but does as you say, an undeniable look of excitement on his face for whatever awaits him.

You really can’t believe what you’re about to do. But you know it’s gonna make him lose his mind and that is what you set out to do. So you reach under your dress, slowly pulling off your panties before throwing them in his face. He gasps, taking the piece of clothing like it’s a treasure he just unearthed and brings it up to his face, inhaling your scent. You bite your lip, watching him, knowing it’s just step one on his way to absolute unraveling.

Sensuously, you let your hand glide over your body, still just over the fabric of your dress while the other one releases your hair from the bun, letting it fall loose over your shoulders. He doesn’t even blink watching you, just stares at you in utter fascination. There’s a bulge growing in his jeans, you can tell, and god, does it make you feel special. Here’s this breathtakingly gorgeous man and all he wants is you.

‘So, you wanna know if I thought about you, hmm?’ your hand slips under your dress. ‘About that night? About your tongue tasting me? About your fingers exploring me? About your beautiful, big cock inside my wet little pussy? About how you were the best fuck of my life? The only man to ever make my earth shake like that?’ your legs spread a little but still not enough for him to see you. Somehow he’s not trying to, his eyes are fixated on yours, his mouth slightly agape, and you can hear his breathing getting heavier. ‘You wanna know how many times I’ve touched myself thinking about you, wishing you were inside me again? I’ve lost count. I’ve moaned your name into my pillow so many times, Dominick. Dominick. Dominick.’

Now you let him see. And he inches closer to you as you rub your clit in small circles, so wet already. He moans your name back at you. Watching you as you insert two fingers into your soaked pussy and start pumping in and out slowly, whimpering with pleasure and you can tell he’s about to fully lose it, it turns you on so much, making you shiver with lust.

‘And I pretended it’s you. But it could never feel as good. You really fucked me up, baby. You really did.’ you sound almost mad and he catches it, pulling you close as you withdraw from yourself.

‘I’m sorry.’ he apologizes and kisses you again and you claw at his shirt, nearly tearing it off within a second, followed by his jeans while he does the same with your dress. ‘I’m sorry.’ he says again, lips down your neck, across your collarbone. ‘I’m sorry.’

And it’s both of you who unravel. And you knew this was gonna happen. Because yes, he fucked you up but you fucked him up just as badly.

‘I’m sorry too.’ you whisper, running your fingers through his soft hair as he continues to place kisses downwards, his mouth closing around your nipple, tongue sneaking out to tease. Your back arches and his large hands grab your waist, not even a piece of paper could fit between your bodies. It’s so intimate, and he’s not even inside you yet. He’s in no rush you can tell although he’s as hard as he can get, pressing against your thigh, a wet spot forming on your skin there. It doesn’t matter, he’s lost in you, you’re lost in him.

When he finally slips inside you, you almost pass out at the sensation, wrapping your legs around his hips to get his full length as deep as possible. He groans into your neck, not moving for a second just letting himself melt with you.

‘Please.’ you whisper in his ear and your voice is shaking and he slowly starts moving, dragging out every thrust.

‘Fuck.’ he breathes. ‘Longest two weeks of my life.’ and you stare into his eyes with a sheepish grin.

It’s the hottest sight, Dominick on top of you, moving in and out of you, and you don’t know where to put your hands. His beautiful face, his warm chest, his toned arms, his strong shoulders, his tight ass, you really want all of him at once. And then this feeling he’s giving you where you are joined, his cock dragging along your tight walls, one hand reaching down because he knows how much you like it when his fingers play with your clit.

‘S-so g-goooood. So fucking good.’ you moan, clenching around him and he furrows his brow in an almost serious way at the sensation of you squeezing him.

‘You like it when I do that, hmm, babe?’ you ask, wiping a loose curl of hair from his face and he nods, kissing you sloppily.

And you do it again, and again. As much as you enjoy this slow rhythm, you are dying for him to pick up the pace a little, and this does the trick. He grabs one of your legs and hitches it up higher, opening you wider to him, fucking into you deeper and slightly harder. You let out a loud moan as he hits that spot within you.

‘Is this what you wanted, my sweet?’ and you smirk and affirm. It’s not long before you begin to shudder, whining his name as he presses his sweaty forehead against yours. ‘You really are so beautiful when you cum. All I wanna do is make you cum.’

He flicks his thumb over your clit again, pumping his dick so deep inside you, you lose all control over yourself. His eyes are staring into yours and that feeling you get scares you a little but it is all too much now, you have no time to think.

‘Cum for me. I wanna feel you cum. I love how you get even tighter around me when you do. How you shake. No more moaning my name into your pillow all by yourself. I’m here. I’m right here. I’m all yours. Cum for me, baby.’ He thrusts into you again and you uncoil.

‘Fuck! Dominick!’ you moan, clinging to him as you pulse and shudder with your orgasm.

He holds you and kisses you and continues to move in and out of you slowly, disregarding the chase for his own pleasure to revel in yours, to extend it even. This man. You cry out in pleasure, he has once again managed to lure the most intense climax from you, and you already know it won’t be the only one tonight. He hasn’t cum yet, it’s like he is holding back and while it makes him the sexiest man on the planet it also makes you want to make him cum even more. So you press your hands against his chest and push him off you, his eyes widen in surprise as you straddle him.

‘Okay.’ he grins up at you as you slowly lower yourself on his cock, letting him sink into you. ‘Jeez.’ he gasps and you feel even fuller in this position.

‘Any last words?’ you smile down on him and he pushes up into you without a warning, making you squeal. ‘Don’t you dare!’ you raise a finger.

‘You know where you can put that.’ he pokes his tongue out at you and you glare at him in shock before putting your hand over his mouth.

‘If you don’t shut up I’ll make you wait another two weeks.’ he immediately stays silent, a serious expression on his face as you smile triumphantly and start moving on his throbbing cock.

‘You don’t mean that.’ he blinks his eyes shut, pleasure taking over as you feel his thighs tense under you.

‘Please, I wouldn’t survive.’ you reply and his eyes flutter open again, a soft smile on his lips.

He grabs your hips, gently guiding your movements as you run your hands up and down his torso. ‘You’re gorgeous.’ you whisper and can’t believe he blushes. ‘What? Has no one ever told you that before?’ You drag him in and out of you slowly.

‘Not like that.’ he pauses. ‘I was always the lanky, skinny kid and girls tended to go for the quarterbacks.’ He looks perfect to you.

‘Well, I bet they never got dick like this from their quarterbacks.’ you shrug and he giggles until you make him moan again, rolling your hips back and forth a little faster.

From the way his hands are moving over your body you can tell he’s getting close. They’re restlessly looking for a place to settle, or a place they haven’t touched yet; up your sides, over your breasts, cupping them gently, squeezing, down your stomach to your pussy, over your thighs. You’re close to your next climax too and you know just the thing to send you both over the edge. While you move up and down his cock, you guide your hand down your pussy and start rubbing your clit, Dominick watching you with heavy eyes.

‘You like what you see, baby?’

He can only nod, and the sight of him watching you with his head pressed into the pillow, biting his lip, is so fucking hot. Poor boy is so close but you don’t want to pick up the pace. You’re dragging his cock in and out, painfully slow, circling your clit with your index and middle finger.

‘Dominick, you feel so good.’ you moan, arching your back, he has the best view of you riding him.

‘God, you are gonna make me lose it.’ his breath quickens.

‘Lose it, baby.’ you squeeze his cock with your walls, the beginnings of your orgasm crashing over your body like waves.

You sit up again and withdraw your fingers from yourself, only to offer them to him and he opens his mouth to taste them, taste you, hungrily. He jerks his hips up, slamming into you, and cums hard, releasing himself inside you with a shudder and the sexiest moan. Your pussy clenches around him as you literally ride out both of your orgasms, the two of you still shaking as he pulls you down onto him. And it’s some kind of insanity just how badly you want to take everything of him in at this moment, even though there’s not much more left to take in. Somehow you still want more of him. More. His lips are on your neck and yours are in his hair and you take in his scent, his heavenly scent that is now on your pillow, in your bed. Your bed.

You’re breathless and giggling and it’s warm and comfortable although you’re exhausted.

‘You don’t mind if I spend the night, do you?’ he asks, stroking your back.

Your brain is yelling at you to be careful. That you don’t really want this. That it’s just the endorphins or whatever. It’s nice to be wanted, it’s nice to be taken care of by a man like him, a man who knows how to touch a woman. To make a woman feel special. But you don’t want the complications of something more. Something serious. So you tell yourself, it doesn’t have to be like that. It can still be nice without it being serious. You will be careful. While still enjoying it.

‘Not at all.’ you say, snuggling up to his warm body.

And you ignore the unraveling.

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ao3feed-chicagofire · 2 years

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Is it Luck or is it Chance?

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/aWAxu10

by moonlitstories

Enter Clara Carisi-Rollins. Law Student with detectives for parents. What could go wrong with her life?

Words: 69, Chapters: 1/60, Language: English

Fandoms: Chicago Fire, Law & Order: SVU, Chicago Justice (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Kelly Severide, Peter Stone (L&O: SVU), Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr., Amanda Rollins, Olivia Benson, Noah Porter Benson, Original Female Character(s), Gabriela Dawson, Leslie Shay, Matthew Casey

Relationships: Peter Stone (L&O: SVU)/Original Female Character(s), Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr./Amanda Rollins, Matthew Casey/Gabriela Dawson

Additional Tags: No Smut, Long

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/aWAxu10

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narcissuslecter · 2 months

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As Needed, Chapter 1

hey babes, it's me ur fave internet menace and writer who is finally posting something!

i give u all, As Needed.

It was ‘as needed’. When he felt his hands shake and his chest get tight before court. When he couldn’t sleep. ‘As needed.’ Rafael needed often.

please check the tws in the notes and tags b4 reading.

i hope u all enjoy, leave kudos, comments or send me an inbox. chapter 2 out next week.

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adacarisi · 2 years

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The Wait: A Sonny Carisi One-Shot

*A little something something for the most patient beauties. I hope this was worth the wait. <3*

(gif cred to @/Carisibot)

What was incredible is that despite the passing of the years Sonny Carisi still felt the same. You’d locked eyes with him from across the room when you walked in, a moment that had filled you with a long forgotten fire that tickled up your sides. A intense swell of pride and confidence, all your fears forgotten. The Fordham Law Annual Alumni Mixer had been on your mind for months, you were hoping he’d be here. The kind and cheerful blonde from your 1L Torts class. The lanky, handsome and hopelessly confused Sonny who despite dominating Crim Law always seemed to be lost when it came to the Torts side of things.

You’d spent hours together late into the night, going over the reading, discussing your opinions on the case conclusions. Sonny started bringing you a coffee to your shared classes, always with a smile. It made you feel so special, so thought of and so seen. You’d never gone out or anything like that, but there were plenty of innuendos and interspersed moments of flirty dialogue. You loved the way his eyes would crinkle when he smiled, the bashful way he’d look down at his hands before looking back up at you. Even after 1L ended you’d still meet for study sessions in the back of Maloney Library. And Sonny always remembered your vanilla latte.

Now he was across the room from you four whole years later. He looked the same in so many ways, a little more gray, a little more battle tested. His chest still looked so strong and his arms so lean and toned. The image of him in a black Hanes t-shirt still made you bite your lower lip, he usually wore business casual clothing throughout law school but during one of your late night studying sessions he’d gone more casual. You’d found it particularly hard to concentrate that night. It was odd seeing him, it felt like no time had passed yet it had been an eternity. He was picturesque, tall and handsome in a greek statue sort of way. He was art brought to life.

You could see his lips moving as he spoke to a couple men in front of him but his eyes stayed on you as you moved through the thick of suit clad men towards the open bar. You ordered Macallan 15 on the rocks, wanting to dull your senses just a bit. The taste melted over your tongue, burning and stinging as you closed your eyes. When you opened them again you took in the room, taking in the sheer amount of people present.

“Y/N?”

And suddenly his voice hit your eardrums, a sound you’d missed and craved desperately over the last few years. You turned to your side and took him in.

“Sonny.” You didn’t know what emotion you’d delivered his name with but it seemed to puzzle him as much as it did you.

“It’s been a while, huh? It’s good to see you. How’re you doin’? I mean—how’s your practice—last I remember you were lookin’ at international law.” Sonny tripped over his words a bit but his eyes were insistent, hardly blinking and unwavering.

“Good, I did a few different things for a couple years and now I’m in med mal, it’s going well. How are you? How’s life as a ADA?”

“Med mal? So you went into torts professionally? That doesn’t surprise me—you’re the only reason I passed those classes. I woulda’ been lost without ya.”

“I doubt that, you’re nothing if not resourceful. I bet that comes in handy as an ADA.” You tried to steer the conversation back toward him, not wanting to delve too deeply into your own practice.

Sonny grinned and began telling you all about his job as an ADA. He was especially proud of his new office. He liked the space, it gave him room to pace, something he’d done many times with you when trying to recall a line of reasoning in the cases from your torts case book. He had a few more wrinkles by his eyes now, something that made you smile softly to yourself. It comforted you to know he’d been happy these last few years, that he had cause to smile so genuinely. Sometimes he’d told you about SVU cases he’d worked as a detective and it broke your heart to hear of such horrors, but more so that he’d had to witness such things.

The night continued in easy conversation, ranging from law practice to other things—Sonny’s nieces who’d grown up since you’d last spoken, his mom and dad, the ending of Game of Thrones and all the things you hadn’t the chance to talk about all those years ago. You couldn’t recall it happening but soon you were downtown at Forlini’s in a booth laughing heartily with a glass of house white wine in your hand. Sonny was so close, smiling brightly as the world around the two of you blurred. He smelled wonderfully masculine, woody and a bit musky. The wine and the scent of him drew you in closer gradually until your thigh touched his. The heat of his body radiated towards you, not obviously but in a slight, microscopic way that you were sensitive to. Perhaps the pent up desire of all those nights across from him and hearing the passion in his mock oral arguments had finally crescendoed as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. Such a cliché, but in that moment you understood it. Sonny tenderly brushed his thumb over your cheekbone and you swallowed, hyper conscious of such a simple bodily function.

“God, I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you so much.” His voice was lowered, almost wispy as if he was speaking a feeling into being.

His sapphire blue eyes moved from yours to your lips. Subconsciously your lips parted, allowing a few shallow breaths to pass from them in anticipation of a moment you desperately hoped would come.

“Wanna get outta here?” He leaned in closer, the words lingering on the shell of your ear.

“Sonny…you’ve no idea how many times I’ve wanted to hear you say that.” Your eyes darkened as you spoke.

You could have sworn he groaned at that, making you wonder if he’d wanted you as badly as you’d wanted him all those years ago. But all that mattered is that he wanted you now. And goddamn you wanted him too.

A short cab ride later you were at the stoop of your apartment, the tension between the two of you as thick as the summer night air. You were standing close together now, and Sonny took your head into his hands, cradling your face gently.

“Back then it was all I could do to keep from kissing you. You’re brilliant, ya know? You don’ know how many nights just the sight of you kept me goin’.”

“Sonny—“

“I went through some dark times—a lot of heavy shit…but you…god. I’m so in love with you. I knew you wanted to go overseas for your practice so I neva’ said anythin’. I didn’t wanna hold you back. But now you’re here and I have to tell you, I’m so in love with you.”

You felt as if this moment couldn’t possibly be real, and if you weren’t in such familiar surroundings you’d have thought it a dream. You’d heard those words ‘l love you’ before from other men but you’d only ever wanted to hear it from him, from Sonny Carisi.

“I love you too, Sonny. I’ve missed you...desperately.”

And with the soft hum and lull of the New York City night in the background Sonny Carisi kissed you. The second his lips touched yours you melted into him. He enveloped you in his slender frame as your lips pressed and moved against the his, a kiss filled with love and pent up lust.

Every moment after that was breathless, the fumbling with your keys at the door, the hurried journey to the third floor of the brownstone, then more fumbling followed by the two of you bursting into the hallway of your apartment, eager to be as close as possible with the other. You were a tangle of limbs that somehow through a fury of hands and kisses made it into your bedroom. Sonny hoisted you with surprising ease and strength and fell with you onto the duvet that covered your queen sized bed.

He paused then, lips swollen and decorated with the faint stain of your lipstick. He gazed down at you, and at that moment it occurred to you that he was as in awe of you as you were of him.

“I want you, Sonny.” You breathed, your chest rising and falling heavily.

“Fuck, I want you too. So badly.”

First was his shirt, then your dress, then his pants. You lost track of the pattern the moment his lips touched your neck, massaging patterns into the sensitive skin. Your toes flexed and extended as he sucked along where he’d kissed, filling your mind with the urgent need to have him inside you.

You could feel his hard cock pressing into your upper leg, and you noted the size of what you felt. It was more than you’d expected but not egregiously massive. The light from the street below helped you visualize what you felt as he moved off of you to rid himself of the pants that had pooled around his ankles. You heard the sound of his belt buckle hitting the hardwood floor and in an instant he was above you once more. You ran your hands up and down the muscles of his back, your mind racing. You’d fantasized about this so many times and now it was real.

“Sonny…” You whimpered, your senses overwhelmed with the feel of him.

“Tell me what you want…I need to hear it.” His voice was low and desperate, more gravely than usual.

“I want you, I want you inside me…please.”

“Promise you’ll tell me to stop if you need me to. Just say the word I promise I’ll stop.” He locked eyes with you and you saw the sincerity and truth in them.

“I promise, same for you. But right now, I don’t want you to stop…I want more.” Your tone matched his initially and then trailed into a lower more seductive octave.

He smiled and kissed you tenderly at first and then he bit your bottom lip, pulling slightly before licking over the area where his teeth had been. Sonny snaked a hand between the two of you and felt your core, wet and throbbing for him. Satisfied that you were ready, Sonny took his cock in his hand and rubbed the tip along your slit.

“Please, Sonny, please.” You whined.

“Be a good girl.” His eyes were so erotically dark it sent chills down your spine.

The moment you felt Sonny Carisi sink into you, your body awakened in a way you’d never felt before. You could feel every inch of him as he slowly but purposefully slid inside. All of those lust filled looks and stolen glances crescendoing in this blissfully lewd moment.

“Holy fuck.” Sonny sputtered as he bottomed out.

“Fuck me, please!!” The urgency was too much to contain.

Sonny pulled back and slammed inside you, testing and discerning what you liked, what you wanted. You urged him to go harder, faster. Soon he was pumping in and out of you, drilling a path deep inside you. You could hardly contain the noises you were making, and you didn’t want to. They seemed to spur him on, every little moan made him fuck you harder and with more purpose.

“Goddamn, doll!” Sonny’s arms were shaking but his stamina was a force to be reckoned with.

You could feel your inner coil winding, the pleasure mounting as if you were climbing a staircase. Sonny lowered himself more and began sucking on your neck again. It appeared that this was a weak spot for you, something your previous lovers hadn’t discovered.

Sonny’s cock was so impossibly hard and you tried to concentrate on the feeling of it inside you but your mind was swimming with thoughts of what it must look like from a third party perspective. Your legs spread wide, your ankles locked around his legs while he fucked into you so hard. The thought brought you ever closer to that teetering edge but you needed more from him.

“Look at me, Sonny!”

Sonny pulled his head from where it had been in the crook of your neck and stared down at you, mouth agape. He looked as if he was just as close to climax as you were. As much as you wanted him to fuck you from behind you wanted to come while looking him in the eye.

“I’m close—“ He gasped, fighting the urge to release the pressure building in his shaft.

“Me too—just look at me, Sonny!” Seeing him so wrecked pushed you right over the edge, and you came, every nerve from the tip of your toes to the crown of your head exploding in a golden fire.

You clamped down on him involuntarily, your body urging him to follow suit. A few more hurried strokes and Sonny Carisi came inside of you, his hot seed pouring deep inside of you. He let out a guttural sound and it made your legs shake as you moaned in return.

He collapsed to the side of you, his chest heaving as the both of you enjoyed the aftershocks of your orgasms. You tilted your head to the side and looked at the man next to you. He gazed back, a weary smile creeping across his plump lips.

“Why didn’t we do that sooner? We coulda’ been doin’ that for years by now.” He was breathless but still managed a little chuckle that you matched.

“I wanted to. Badly. We’ll just have to start making up for lost time.” You expressed, raising your eyebrows for emphasis.

“That makes two a’ us. Christ, that was amazing.” He grinned, the lines by his eyes crinkling just the way you loved.

After falling asleep with Sonny’s arm wrapped around you, you soon awoke to him kissing your neck softly. With an assurance of consent you began round two, both of you thrilled to experiment with the other and to learn each other’s bodies.

Thus began the start of a new chapter in your relationship. After years apart the two of you had grown into the people you wanted to be and from there you could truly be the best version of yourself for each other. There were still many challenges and growth opportunities you would face, but now you would face them together. And god, it was well worth the wait.

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svuwritings · 2 years

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Mirror, Mirror

Sonny Carisi

Masterlist

“Then downward, flat palms against your belly, making sure to appreciate it in all its beauty, stopping underneath your bump briefly, brushing his thumbs against it lovingly.”

Requested by anon: What about hc; pregnant sex with Sonny? AND “I swear you get better looking with each passing day.” with Sonny,NSFW

(3.1k words)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: NSFW (PiV sex, oral sex, vaginal fingering), pregnant reader, swearing, body-image issues, discussions of weight gain and dissatisfaction surrounding it, calling reader “girl”

hello i saw ur HC and did u one better--a full smut hehehe. i want sonny to ravish me <3

You knew you should be thrilled about your body--you were finally carrying the baby you and Sonny had been trying so hard for, you and your baby were healthy, and all the weight gain meant you were capable of bringing life into this world. But as excited as you were to be pregnant and to meet your little bundle of joy, looking in the mirror only made you feel self-conscious.

You had no issue with your protruding belly. In fact, you liked to see your skin stretch over your growing stomach. But as you rubbed the cocoa butter over your skin, trying to fight off stretch marks, you couldn’t help but notice that the weight gain hadn’t just gone to your midsection.

You were certain your thighs had grown, too, marked by cellulite. Your ankles were swollen from carrying the extra weight, and your face looked bloated. Your arms looked less defined, which bothered you, and despite your best efforts at moisturizing daily, you were already noticing stretch marks.

As you examined yourself half-naked in your bedroom mirror, you heard Sonny coming down the hallway. In the reflection of the glass, you could see him appear in the doorway behind you. He had just got home from a quick run to the office, and God, did he look amazing. His suit jacket had likely been discarded on the back of a kitchen chair, but he still wore his button up. His tie was loosened from around his neck and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbow.

Gosh, how on earth did you get so lucky?

Sonny was thinking the same thing, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the doorway. “I swear you get better looking with each passing day,” he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. He walked up behind you, kissing your cheek and resting his hands low on your stomach. “How did I ever convince you to marry me?”

You grinned, placing the moisturizer down on the table beside you before resting your hands on top of his. “Thank you, Dom, but I don’t feel beautiful.”

You were too busy examining your own body to notice the frown grow on Sonny’s reflection. “What makes you say that?”

“Look at me,” you huffed. “I’m huge and I’m bloated. I’ve got dimples and cellulite and stretch marks and wrinkles. Sonny, we haven’t even had the baby and I’m getting crow’s feet!”

“Are you kidding me? You’re absolutely perfect, doll. Your eyes, your smile, your incredible body.” At that last one, a smirk grew on Sonny’s face, and you had to stifle a giggle as he pressed even closer to you.

“I love you, babe, but I just really don’t feel ‘perfect’ right now,” you sighed.

One of his hands pulled itself from your waist, tucking your hair behind your ear and pushing it to your other shoulder. “Then let me show you just how stunning you are.” He pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder, and you had to suppress a shudder. The deep, rocky sound of his voice, the feeling of his lips on your skin, that devious look in his eyes--God, he really knew how to make you feel 20 again.

His other hand released your stomach, both hands now resting on either one of your shoulders. His fingers slipped under your bra straps, easing them off your shoulders so they hung loosely by your biceps.

You tilted your head as his lips came in contact with the crook of your neck, sucking a hickey into your skin. You let out a soft moan as his teeth grazed against the forming bruise, but Sonny pulled back as your eyes lulled shut.

“Uh uh, baby,” he reprimanded. “I want you to watch, want you to see every piece of you the way I do.”

You felt yourself growing wetter, and you surrendered to him easily. When you opened your eyes, you saw his smile reflected back at you. “That’s my girl.”

But soon the smile disappeared again as Sonny moved, pressing butterfly kisses down from your shoulder to your upper back, right on your spine. One hand that had been on your bicep disappeared, making quick work of your bra clasp. He didn’t let it drop down your arms until his face was next to yours again, wanting to revel in the reveal as much as he wanted you to.

And, God, he was not disappointed. You were always the most beautiful person in the world to him, and seeing you bare-chested felt like a treat every time. It reminded him of the first time he got to see you like this, nervous and so, so sweet, months of being friends blossoming into something more. And now, here he was, four years later, seeing you bare again but carrying his baby, building a family together.

You looked even more beautiful now, he decided, and he finally let his hands reach back around, cupping your breasts. You let out a soft breath as his thumb and forefinger gently pinched and rolled your nipples, his teeth coming to your earlobe to tug on it gently.

“So fucking beautiful,” he admired, nipping at you again, and you leaned back into him. You could feel his growing bulge against your bum, and you became more aware of the heat coiling in your stomach and core, so quickly turned on by the man ravishing you.

“Please, Dom,” you moaned, rocking your hips back against him. “Please touch me.”

You watched his reflection as he raised his brows, a glint in his eye as he released your nipples. His hands moved slowly, taking his time to cup your breasts, lifting and massaging them in his palms. Then downward, flat palms against your belly, making sure to appreciate it in all its beauty, stopping underneath your bump briefly, brushing his thumbs against it lovingly. “So beautiful,” he repeated, mainly to himself, pressing a quick kiss to your shoulder before moving his hands again.

His palms landed on your hips then traced backwards, distancing himself briefly to grab at your ass. “Wish you could see how good you look back here,” he noted.

“Sonny.” He loved the desperate edge in your voice, and he didn’t bother to hide his smirk as his hands traced forward again, hooking his thumbs in your panties. He began to pull them down slowly, sinking to his knees as he led them to pool at your ankle. He paused, allowing you to balance on his shoulder as you stepped out, your center of gravity distorted from the life you were carrying inside you.

When you had stepped out of them fully, he tossed the panties to the side, slowly trailing back up. His hands laid flat against your shins, trailing up, up, up so slowly it made you ache. When he reached your kneecaps, his hands twisted inward towards your inner thighs, and you instinctively widened your stance. He pressed a sweet, quick kiss to the right cheek of your bum, eliciting a giggle that quickly turned into a moan as his hands rose with him. When he was finally standing erect again, his front pressed against your back, hands right at the juncture between your thighs and core.

Your eyes followed his hands in the reflection, watching so intently as his left hand inched over to your center, spreading your lips to expose your cunt fully. “God, you are so beautiful,” he reaffirmed, his own eyes glued to its reflection. Your focus was diverted, however, as his right hand rose. You watched slack-jawed as he wrapped his mouth around his index and middle finger, wetting them before bringing it back to your pussy.

You collapsed slightly when his fingers finally made contact with your clit, tracing wet circles around the sensitive spot. You couldn’t help it when your head lulled back, moaning at the sensation. Sonny noticed immediately, removing his left hand from its position spreading you open to grab at your jaw, pulling your face back down to look directly in the mirror. He brought his lips to your ear, breath so hot on your exposed skin. “What did I say about looking away, doll?” His voice was deep, authoritative and certain--it had that pitch it only ever had when he was taking charge in the bedroom, and the sound alone was enough to make you buck your hips forward against his hand. You obliged him, returning your gaze to your center in your reflection, causing Sonny to release his grip on your face. “Atta girl.” It was demeaning and prideful and so, so sexy for him to speak to you like that, all the while making your pleasure his priority.

His left hand returned to spread your vulva, right fingers dipping further down to tease your entrance. You could feel that you were wet, but you weren’t prepared to see your juices glistening against Sonny’s skin, so wet a thread of it followed as he pulled his fingertips away.

“You get the first taste, doll; then it’s all mine.” He raised his fingers to your lips, and you parted them, tasting yourself the second his fingers touched your tongue. You instinctively closed your lips, twisting your tongue around his digits, eliciting a moan from Sonny.

“So, can I have a taste?” You made eye contact in the reflection as you released his fingers, licking your lips to catch any remaining fluid.

“Yes, of course,” you moaned, beginning to turn in his grasp.

You were surprised when he put his hands on your hips, stopping you. “Wait here.”

Before you could ask, he turned, walking out of the bedroom and disappearing in the hallway. Your mind was racing and your pussy was aching, desperate for contact while you tried to figure out when (or even if) you were going to get it.

You could hear his footsteps returning quickly, though, and when he reappeared in the reflection, he was carrying a chair. He settled it behind you, aiming it in front of the mirror. “Sit,” he instructed.

“You want me to--?” You were cut off before you could even finish the question.

“I want you to watch me eat you out.”

There was so much certainty in his voice, a gravelly command that you couldn’t resist. Sonny offered a hand and you took it, gracious for the help as you settled yourself into the chair.

As soon as you were settled, he dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands coming to your thighs. You knew you were supposed to watch yourself in the reflection, but you couldn’t help but avert your gaze; seeing Sonny settle himself between your thighs was always one of your favorite things.

His large palms ran from your hips down to your knees, gently pressing them apart once he got there. His attention was entirely on your center, glinting over with need when your hot, wet cunt was finally revealed to him. His tongue darted out over his lips quickly, and you watched with bated breath as he finally began to close the distance, bringing his face so close to your center that his breath was hitting it. He paused there, though, nose practically touching your clit, looking up at you through his lashes. When he caught your eye, he smirked.

“What did I say about you watching, doll?” He scolded, and you finally tore your eyes off of him to look at your reflection.

That seemed to satisfy him, because he finally closed the distance and brought his tongue to your core, licking a flat stripe up over your opening to your clit. You gasped at the contact, hands instinctively reaching to grab at his hair, and he began to slowly lap at your clit, just beginning to wind him up.

As hard as it was to keep your eyes off of your husband’s face pressed between your thighs, you had to admit that your reflection was a pretty hot view. You could see your breasts, growing with pregnancy, flushed both from the previous attention and from the warmth of your arousal spreading through your body. Your belly was big and beautiful, appearing larger in your sitting position than it had while standing. But your favorite part of the reflection, by far, was Sonny’s kneeling figure. You saw your hands knotted in his hair, desperately grabbing on to the short strands as you held him close. His back, still clothed, was broad, flexed slightly from the position of his hands on your thighs. His butt looked incredible in his slacks, and each movement of his figure reminded you of the fact that he was ravishing you, delighting in tasting you, wanting nothing more than to make you feel good.

And, God, was he making you feel good.

His tongue began to trace circles around your clit as he removed his right hand from your thigh. You felt his finger trace your opening, and you could feel your own arousal lubricating it. Slowly, he began to push inward, eliciting a loud moan from you as he penetrated you fully. His hand paused for a moment as his tongue continued to work you, and once he was sure you were ready, he began to thrust his middle finger in and out slowly, just barely brushing against your G spot every time.

You couldn’t keep quiet now, moaning desperately as you watched the reflection of his arm as his finger pumped in and out of you. His speed was increasing, tongue moving quickly around your clit as he added a second finger, spreading you open even more. The fullness, him pressing against your G spot, the circles on your clit were helping you approach your edge.

“Sonny,” you moaned, removing your hands from his head to desperately grip the armrests. He replaced his mouth with his thumb, tracing your clit as his fingers continued to penetrate you. He knew you were about to come undone, and just as much as he wanted you to watch yourself, he wanted to enjoy the view, too. He turned his gaze towards your face as he licked his lips, savoring your taste as your moans quickened and your muscles began to clench.

“Come for me, doll,” he encouraged, and that was enough to send you over your edge, thighs tightening around his figure and shockwaves reverberating up your spine. You came with a loud moan of his name, and he didn’t slow his thrusts until he was sure he had ridden it out with you.

“See how beautiful you are?” He asked, removing his fingers from you and bringing them to his mouth, moaning as he cleaned the arousal off of his hand.

And, yes, you felt so sexy, but the sudden emptiness inside was nagging, and you desperately wanted more. You stood as he did, and you draped your arms around his neck, pulling as close to him as your bump would allow. “Please, Dom, I need you to fuck me.”

He smiled, a knowing thing, before crashing your lips together.

You were completely uninhibited now, making quick work of the buttons of his shirt as he pulled off his tie, tossing it aside. You both disrobed him quickly: shirt, belt, slacks, underpants all thrown aside, finally allowing your needy hands to roam his broad back. Without disconnecting your lips, you made your way to the bed, and he fell back onto it finally breaking the kiss.

He moved over, turning to his side and making space for you to lay on your side next to him. Spooning sex had quickly become a favorite when missionary was out of the picture--doggie and riding were favorites, too, but spooning provided the intimacy that you both often craved during sex.

So you settled down beside him as he stroked himself, getting himself more erect before pressing towards your entrance. He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder and you hiked up your leg, allowing more space for his hips to meet yours as his cock pressed into you, slowly beginning to stretch you open again. You both moaned as he entered you slowly, not as deep as he usually did given the angle, but so full and warm and perfect following your previous orgasm.

When he was seated in you, he rocked his hips back, almost fully exiting you before pushing back in slowly. He worked up a perfect pace, and his hand rose to brush your hair off your neck to make space for his lips before his hand settled again on your stomach. He kissed at your neck, earning more moans, and your hand sought out his, weaving your fingers between his, his broad hand stretched over your bump, admiring it--admiring you.

Sonny was hitting your G spot with each thrust, and given your sensitivity from the last orgasm, you were approaching your edge already.

“Dom, fuck, I’m close,” you moaned. He amped up his neck-kissing in response, sucking your pulse point, sending a shiver up your spine as you began to clench around him. Your second orgasm washed over you, head thrown back and moaning loud, tight and pulsing around Sonny’s cock.

His thrusts grew more fervent, chasing the edge that was just within his reach as you came down from your own. You couldn’t help but moan, so sensitive and fucked and close to the man you loved, desperate to feel him come inside you, cock pulsing against your walls.

He came quickly after, a grunt and moan and his sweaty forehead pressed against the back of your head, and you squeezed his hand.

You laid like that for a moment, relishing in the intimacy of it all, his softening cock inside you, hand holding the life growing in your stomach.

“I love you, Dom” you said finally, squeezing his hand again as he pressed another kiss to your shoulder.

“I love you.” He moved slowly, pulling himself out, letting his cum drip onto your thighs.

He began to move, surely to get a washrag to clean you up, but you didn’t release his hand, pulling him back into you.

“We’ll clean up in a minute,” you reassured. “I just want to lay like this for a little longer.”

You couldn’t see it, but you didn’t need to to know that he was smiling, curling back into his beloved, satiated and blissful.

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