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winchesterszvonecek · 2 months ago

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The Motel - [ Sonny Carisi ]

Summary: You and Sonny arrive at your motel only to find out that your room…only has one bed

Word Count: 2435

Warnings: female!reader, fluff

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It was late by the time you and Sonny arrived in Pennsylvania. Too late to do anything other than check into the nearest, cheapest motel and hopefully get a few hours of sleep before you had to head off again to track down your suspect. Normally in cases like this, you’d have both gotten your own rooms to venture off to sleep in, despite having been partners for years and experienced a hell of a lot more together than a simple slumber party.

However this time, things were a little bit different in that particular department. For starters, the motel you’d come across was small. Like a mere handful of rooms, kind of small, meaning that by the time you had arrived and checked in, there was only a single room left on the entirety of the property.

It wasn’t that surprising honestly, given that it was the time of year when everyone was venturing off on their road-trip vacations and stopping to sleep in every single town they passed through. It didn’t bother you either. You were that exhausted you could have happily slept on a log on the side of the road if it meant getting to close your eyes for even just a brief minute.

Luckily, that wasn’t the case here as you’d managed to secure that last room for yourselves. There was only one slight problem, though. One you didn’t see coming and one the check-in clerk had seemingly forgotten to mention. Or he had simply assumed you and Sonny were a couple therefore neglected to, and that was…

There was only one bed.

“The check-in guy didn’t think to mention that?” Sonny muttered with a minor grievance the second he followed you inside the rather stagnant motel room, closing the door behind him and sliding the safety chain securely into place.

By the time he turned around, you had already set your bag on the large double bed and taken your coat and shoes off, your toes wiggling against the worn-out old carpet as you stretched them out from being stuck in your boots for almost a full twenty-four hours. He glanced around him as you did, his lips falling minutely as he reluctantly set his bag atop the small, barely even a couch, loveseat that he gazed questionably at.

Now there’s something that would be less comfortable than a roadside log, that much he was certain of.

“I guess I’ll take the couch,” Sonny exhaled, slipping his arms from within the soft warmth of his coat as you spun around to face him, your brow furrowing deeply as your eyes landed on the ‘couch’ in question.

You let out a laugh, “Sonny, are you crazy? You’re like seven feet tall, there’s no way that will be comfortable… You take the bed, let me sleep there.”

Lifting your bag from the bed, you moved towards him and picked his up from the arm of the chair, holding it out for him to take. He refused, causing you to sigh exasperatedly as you shook it, widening your eyes to try and encourage his stubborn ass to take it from you.

“Absolutely not,” Sonny protested, raising his hands up as though he were surrendering — when in reality it was simply to stop you from shoving the bag into them. “My mother would smack me upside the head if she found out that I made you sleep there.”

“Who’s gonna tell her?” You tilted your head questionably, finding amusement when Sonny simply frowned in response. He hadn’t thought about that. You set the bag down, its weight from whatever the hell was in it causing your arm to grow numb, and you chuckled, “That’s what I thought. Now move your skinny ass, okay, I’m perfectly capable of sleeping on a couch for a couple of hours.”

Like a child, Sonny shook his head and refused to move so much as an inch away from the couch. He even shoved you away and instead directed you back over to the bed, the back of your legs hitting against it frame and causing you to lose your balance. You fell onto it softly, the springs squeaking beneath you as you straightened and did nothing but watch Sonny lift a blanket from the back of the couch and begin unfold it.

Even the blanket didn’t look big enough to fully cover him, and you knew he wouldn’t sleep so much as a wink tonight if he stayed there. But you also knew it would be pointless to keep arguing with him. He was stubborn, and proud, and you were far, far too tired to keep going relentlessly back and forth with him. So instead you gave in, unzipping your bag with a quiet sigh and grabbing what you needed before heading for the bathroom.

When you ventured back out after doing your nightly routine as best you could, Sonny was already lying rigid on the couch, like he was afraid to move so much as an inch incase the blanket slipped off the small part of him it actually covered. You deposited your stuff into your bag in silence then sat down on the edge of the bed, folding your arms as you drew your eyes along the entire length of his body.

“Sonny, seriously…” You began, gaining his attention and noticing the way he seemed surprised to see you. As though he’d been hoping to be ‘asleep’ by the time you got back in order to avoid the very conversation you were about to begin. “The entire lower half of your legs are hanging over the arm of that couch, will you please let me sleep there?”

“No way, alright? I’m fine,” Sonny replied, almost sternly as he shuffled a little more then sighed contently — which was obviously forced as boy was he uncomfortable. “See, I’ve already got myself settled.”

You scoffed, “Yeah, it really looks like it.”

“Will you just forget about me and get some sleep, please?” Sonny gestured to the bed, “You’re running on fumes and besides, we’ll only be here for a couple hours anyway.”

“Fine,” You sighed, standing up from the bed and rounding it to the side furthest from the door.

You pulled back the covers, giving the bottom sheet a quick once over for any stains or creepy crawlies that may be lurking beneath it. You were honestly tempted to pull out a black light and check it properly, but then again you’d rather not think about what that would reveal and instead, decided to just bite the bullet and get into it. Only, before you could slip in between the cold, crisp sheets, you caught sight of Sonny stretching. He let out a rather rough sounding groan as he did…then nearly wrecked the coffee table by almost falling off the couch.

“If this is how it’s going to be with you all night, then I’m going to go out and sleep in the car,” You said, folding your arms as you peered over at him, watching as he fixed himself back into the cushions and glanced towards you apologetically. He then grew stiff as a board — as though he were afraid to move should you shout at him again. You let out a soft sigh, your shoulders sinking as you dropped your arms back down to your sides. “Sorry, I get cranky when I’m tired.”

“I know,” Sonny said, shifting a little and trying his hardest not to showcase it. But you saw him. He wasn’t at all subtle and you could easily notice the slight grimace to his features when he moved the wrong way and his calf began to tense up.

“Sonny, you’re clearly uncomfortable,” You said, fiddling with the sleeves of the hoodie you always wore to bed at the thought of speaking your next words out loud. But you knew you had to. You wouldn’t sleep at all if you knew he would be spending the entire night like this. “If you’re not gonna let me take the couch, then… Why don’t you join me?”

Sonny nearly choked on his own saliva, “I’m sorry?”

“Sleep in the bed with me. It’s big enough,” You said, gesturing to the large bed that would be far more comfortable for a man of his height. And Sonny knew it. He’d been eyeing it up from the moment he entered the room, yet he still almost looked like he was about to throw up. At that you raised your eyebrow, your tone turning playful so quickly, it almost gave you whiplash. “What? Are you scared your mother might find out you’re sleeping with a girl?”

“My mother? Nah, but my grandma…” Sonny widened his eyes a little as he shook his head, not even wanting to imagine his grandmothers reaction. “She’s a lot more traditional than I am and sleeping in the same bed as a woman I’m not seeing is…

“Against her Catholic beliefs?”

Sonny scoffed, “You have no idea.”

“Well I’m not gonna tell her,” You said, climbing into the bed and resting on your knees. “And I know you’re definitely not gonna tell her, so why not? We’re both adults. We’re perfectly capable of sleeping in the same bed together if it means we both actually get a few decent hours of sleep.”

“I mean… I guess,” Sonny said hesitantly, scratching at the back of his head as he sat up, ignoring the way his stomach fluttered terribly at the thought of finally getting to sleep beside you. He stood up, his heart warming at the unintentionally sweet smile you gave him as he crossed the room towards you in a few long strides. He pulled back the other side of the covers, waiting until you’d settled yourself before he made his move to climb in beside you, where he immediately joked, “You better keep your hands to yourself otherwise I’m arresting you.”

You chucked softly, “I think I can manage that.”

Sonny couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face as he fell deeper into the sheets that covered you both. He already felt about a hundred times comfier than he had been on the couch, exactly like you’d guessed he would be now that he could stretch out fully. Even despite the poor quality of mattress the two of you lay side-by-side atop, the middle of which was completely free of space with the way you both hugged the edge of it, as though you were afraid to so much as brush fingers given the unspoken feelings you both had for one another.

It wasn’t that you were purposely keeping them to yourselves for the sake of misery, it was more of a… Neither of you fully realised that the other one felt the same. Everyone else did, though, it wasn’t hard to. You were both practically a couple already despite your hesitance to share a motel room, yet the two of you were simply too blind to see it. But that didn’t mean you both couldn’t feel it. It was so thick in the air around you that it would be impossible not to, but whether or not you both truly picked up on it whilst conscious was the the sixty-four million dollar question.

Subconsciously, however, well… That was a completely different story and not at all a surprising one.

You didn’t realise it until you woke up about four hours later, but you had drifted dangerously close to Sonny in your sleep. Or he’d drifted closer to you. Maybe even both. You weren’t overly sure who was at fault here. All you knew was that you were both now smack bang in the middle of the bed, your legs somehow tangled together and Sonny’s long arm draped loosely over your body. Even your head was resting on his chest, feeling as it gently rose and fell beneath you with each quiet, slumber-ridden breath he took.

You felt your cheeks heat up the split second you realised what — who — your pillow was. You had no idea how you’d even managed to grow so close to him. You were normally a pretty still sleeper so to find yourself so far from where you’d started was honestly somewhat of a shock to you. All you really knew was that you needed to move before Sonny woke up and found you like this, otherwise you’d never live down the embarrassment you’d get over him realising that you’d all but used him as a teddy bear.

“What’s going on?” Sonny mumbled, his sudden, sleepy voice making you freeze in your attempts at untangling yourself from his long and lanky limbs. He cracked open one eye, glancing down at you with such a softness that you almost melted against him, a wave of…God, literally everything you could feel at once washing over you at being caught in this position. “You tryna escape me, darlin’?”

Darlin’. Fuck, if you hadn’t been melting already, you certainly would be now.

“I don’t know how I ended up so close to you, I’m sorry,” You mumbled almost frantically, attempting to pull yourself away from him only for Sonny to tighten his arms around you.

“Don’t go anywhere,” He whispered, seemingly wide awake now as he raised his hand, drawing his knuckles lightly down the side of your face. “Stay with me.”

“Sonny, I don’t…”

“Stay,” His thumb landed on your lips and you fell silent, his eyes gazing into yours in a way that gave you such intense butterflies. “Please.”

All you could in response was nod your head and smile as you didn’t trust your own voice not to give you away, especially with the thick lump that was currently trying to force itself up your throat and escape out into the air. Sonny’s own lips curled up softly as he easily tugged you closer to him, feeling as your arm tightened across his chest and you positioned your head beneath his chin. He tilted his own down to glance at you, nothing but the top of your head visible to his tired eyes and even in that moment…

Even with him being half asleep and out of his mind, just having you this close to him without him even having to try hard to get you there, was like his entire heart had exploded in his chest. He smiled again, leaning down and without taking so much as a single second to think about it, he placed a soft kiss to the top of your head and whispered,

“Perhaps one bed isn’t so bad, after all.”

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winchesterszvonecek · 2 months ago

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Interrogation - [ Terry Bruno ] 18+

Summary: An interrogation with Terry turns out to be a whole lot better than you anticipated

Word Count: 2452

Warnings: female!reader, smut - [ unprotected sex, semi-public sex ]

Masterlist | Terry Masterlist

Your chair was uneven. You’d picked up on it the very second you first sat down upon the cold, metal seat and it wobbled beneath you. You had nearly slid right off when it did. Your heart leaping inside your chest when you thought you were about to topple right over and land atop the hard cement floor of the interrogation room.

You couldn’t count how many times you’d found yourself all but forced to sit in here. How many times you’d had to keep yourself occupied by tapping your fingers rhythmically on the tabletop in the tune of your favourite song, your mind growing inherently bored as you went through the same song and dance as every other time you’d ended up in this position.

“The quicker you tell me what I want to know,” Terry said, unfolding his arms and leaning forward, his palms splaying flat against the table top as he stood directly across from you. “The quicker you get to leave here.”

You rolled your eyes, your fingertips stilling in the middle of their tune as you finally glanced up at him, “I already told you, detective. I wasn’t there that night, I didn’t see anything.”

“We both know that’s a lie,” Terry said, pushing himself off the table and slowly rounding it towards you. You crossed your legs as he did, drawing his eyes immediately to the bareness of them as you shuffled back in your seat, swallowing thickly when he reached his hand towards you and gripped the back of your chair, leaning down into you. “So why don’t you save us both the trouble, and tell me the truth.”

“Is this you being polite?” You said mockingly, your eyes flicking back up to meet the harrowing gaze of his own. Your breath shuddered the second you did, the mere intensity in which his eyes rained down upon you causing a wave of goosebumps to erupt over every inch of your skin that could still feel the air around you. “Or is this your attempt at intimidation?”

At the obvious breathlessness to your tone, Terry chuckled and shook his head, “No, this is me being patient.”

“Is it? Well…” You cleared your throat, trying your best to cool yourself down from the igniting heat that was swirling between you like a tornado. “Consider me surprised, detective, as this doesn’t quite feel like a path along the road to patience.”

He shrugged, “I walk a thin line.”

“You don’t say,” You muttered, with so much sarcasm oozing from your tone that it caused Terry’s jaw to clench.

“I suggest you start talking… Before that line wears itself out,” Terry said, nothing but a genuine laugh leaving the back of your throat as he did. His eyes narrowed and he tilted his head as he increased his grip on the back of your chair, growing closer to you, “Something funny, darlin?”

“You,” You answered without hesitation, holding his hardening stare as you raised your hand, drawing your fingertip lightly across the curves and ridges of the badge that hung loose around his neck. “You think just because you wear this badge it gives you the right to boss me around?”

“Something like that,” Terry replied, unphased by your sudden attitude and if anything, it made him twitch between his legs.

“You cops are all the same,” You muttered, curling your fingers around the entirety of his badge and keeping his eye as you did. “You take…” Your grip tightened and you tugged him even closer to you, your lips barely an inch or two away from his. “And you take…but what do you give, huh? What do those of us who chose to help you get in return other than an empty thanks?”

“Stand up,” Terry whispered, his face still so dangerously close to your own that you could feel his husk-filled order ghost over your skin in a wave of intense, rippling heat.

It travelled right down the length of your body, fluttering through your stomach and pooling between your legs as you refused to move so much as an inch. You even dropped your head, finding yourself unable to keep looking at him should you melt into a puddle beneath him. That appeared to annoy Terry more than your words had and, like a switch had suddenly been flipped inside him, his eyes clouded over with a raging darkness. He lifted his hand from the back of the chair, threading his fingers through your hair and gripping it tightly as he directed you to look back up at him.

“I said… Stand up.” As the words left his lips, Terry gave you no chance to respond willingly and instead pulled on your hair, bringing you roughly to your feet and only adding to the raging fire that burned deep in the pit of your stomach. He then kicked away your chair, the harsh scrape of the legs against the floor making you flinch as he shifted you slightly, pushing your back up against the table and using his body to keep you there. “You want me to give you something?”

You nodded, dragging your bottom lip through your teeth as your body quivered beneath you, “I want you to give me something… Want you to give me something real bad.”

Terry’s mouth quirked upwards at the obvious, yet shameless desperation that seemed to soak your flirtatious tone. But before you could so much as react to the softness that smile seemed to carry, let alone try and mirror it, he was already kissing you so vigorously that his teeth knocked hard against your own. His tongue then slipped easily between them, taking control as it delved so deep into your mouth that you could practically taste the remnants of the coffee he’d drunk not too long before.

You hummed faintly into his mouth at the rough sensation of his beard against the softness of your skin, your hands trailing up the length of his muscular back and making their way into his hair. You gripped it tightly, the shorts strands curling easily around your fingers as you used the hold to keep him close, only deepening the raging kiss that was slowly, but surely, draining every drop of the air from within your lungs.

When you eventually struggled to breath you had to pull back, gasping for air and all but disoriented from the mere way in which your head was swimming. It may have only been a kiss, but it so easily left you in such a state of euphoria that when the tickle of Terry’s beard drifted down your chin and you felt the first brush of his hot tongue against your skin, your knees all but buckled beneath you.

As your palms splayed out flat against the table to keep you steady, Terry’s own began their exploration of your body. They made their way slowly, sensually, down the curve of your waist and around your back, the pressure in which he held increasing as he guided them over the supple shape of your ass and to the back of your thighs. He then gripped them tightly — almost possessively, drawing them forward before directing his touch upwards and relishing in the breathy gasps that left your lips as he slowly hiked up your skirt.

The higher he got, and the less the grey fabric covered you, the more you could feel the cool air wash over your hot and flushing skin. Terry could feel it too: the small bumps that rose from beneath the surface of your skin at the contrast in temperatures, and it only encouraged him to explore further. To discover just how different the heat from the outside of your thighs was compared to the heat he could already feel raging on the inside.

“What’s this?” Terry mused, the husk to his voice paired with the partial smirk that tugged at his lips sending you even further into overdrive as he slowly ghosted his fingertips further along your inner thigh. “No panties? Darlin’ if I were to guess, I’d say you came here in search of a little something.”

“Would you think less of me if I did?” You whispered, tugging at his hair to draw his face back up to yours.

You kissed him the second his nose brushed alongside yours, not even giving him a chance to answer your question as you honestly didn’t need him to — not when the hardness beneath his jeans told you everything you needed to know and more, soft whimpers leaving the back of your throat each time it would brush so perfectly over you.

“Fuck…” You gasped, keeping his forehead pressed firmly against yours as you pecked another short, albeit lopsided, kiss to his lips. “Fuck, I want you…”

The mere pleading that rolled of your tongue was all Terry needed to really get himself going, the lust burning so deep into his eyes that he was all but fucking you with them already. His hands dropped to his belt and he very quickly unfastened it, popping open the button on his jeans and dragging the zip down so fast you could barely hear it. He grabbed hold of the back of your thighs again, using the leverage to help lift you from the ground and set you gently atop the table, parting your legs as he did and nestling himself snuggly between them as he pushed down his boxers.

The split second he felt the heat of your pussy radiate over his length he began to push into you, at a pace so painstakingly slow you could feel every inch of his thick cock as it spread you as wide open as you’d ever been before. Your hands shot up to grip his shoulders tight, your fingernails digging deep into his clothes covered muscles as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, allowing him to feel the tingling sensation of your soft whimpering gasps as they cascaded over his skin with every inch that disappeared inside you.

“Fuck…” Terry groaned into your ear as he dragged himself back out of you, until nothing but the tip remained inside. “You’re so perfect, darlin’.”

An unintelligible drabble of swear words then left his lips as Terry sunk back into you, lingering for a simple moment to feel you entirely before he drew back and slowly began to thrust himself into you. And whilst it felt incredible. Whilst the mere pleasure in which it sent coursing through your veins had you clench around him already, you wanted more. You needed to still feel this in the morning and so, having forced your head to lift from his chest, you pressed a few sloppy kisses to his lips and cheek before directing yourself to his ear.

“Come on, detective…” You teased, your stomach fluttering when Terry’s grasp on your hips tightened. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Just like that Terry’s eyes glazed over and he picked up the pace, thrusting so mercilessly into the tightness of your pussy that the table beneath you began to shake in place — thank God for the bolts holding it in place otherwise you’d have both ended up through the wall. You gripped his shoulders tighter, the speed at which he was moving was unlike anything you’d ever felt before as his hips slammed against your thighs, making damn good on his word of fucking you like he meant it.

You already couldn't see straight and it hadn’t even been a minute yet. But you loved every damn second of it. The slight hint of pain only added to that intense pleasure coursing even fiercer through your veins. Your lower abdomen was on fire, tightening faster than ever with each thrust of his cock, reaching deeper inside you than it ever had before and sending you to heights you never thought you’d reach.

And when your orgasm finally hit, it was as though you’d ascended to heaven. Like you were floating from your body and for a good thirty seconds, you saw nothing but white as Terry carried you through it, prolonging it to the point where you almost had to tell him to stop before it started to hurt.

Luckily though, it only took Terry two more deep thrusts to reach his own end, stilling inside you as he moaned your name in the most delectable way you’ve ever heard. He pulled out soon after, tucking himself back into his pants before all but collapsing on top of you, as though he’d just ran a marathon then chased a suspect through Central Park.

You were both sweating. Glistening, rather, and unable to fully breathe let alone speak. But that didn’t stop him from kissing you, pushing your hair back from your face as his lips worked lightly, gently, against yours. You pushed his body back a little, keeping your lips on his as you shuffled down the table and landed on your feet — barely. Terry had to catch you as your legs nearly buckled beneath you when you tugged down your skirt, but luckily, for you both, it didn't take you too long to find your sea legs.

“God that was incredible,” You whispered against his lips, planting another firm kiss against them before tilting your head and glancing up at him, adding curiously, "Are you sure you’ve never done that in here before?”

Drawing his thumb down your plump lips, Terry smiled, “You know I haven’t.”

“Just checking,” You said innocently, casually, hearing the brief chuckle Terry couldn’t help but let out as you ducked your eyes shyly away from him.

It didn’t last long though, it never did. Eventually you tilted your head back up to look at him and lifted yourself up onto your tiptoes, pressing your lips softly, yet firmly, against his own. He kissed you back happily, relishing in the simple hum that left the back of your throat before you pulled away from him entirely. You fixed your skirt a little better now that you could, making your way towards the door as Terry returned the seat you once sat on to its rightful position.

“Terry,” You called back over your shoulder, a sweet smile tugging at your lips as he glanced affectionately up at you. “Promise me you won’t stay too late tonight… I hate sleeping when you’re not there.”

Terry’s face softened, “I know, darlin’ and I promise I’ll be out of here as soon as I can.”

“Good,” You nodded in satisfaction, about to turn and walk out the door before you stopped, “Oh and detective… I love you.”

Terry smiled, “And I love you too… counsellor.”