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Subtle Hints
Fills the Only 1 Bed square for @storiesofsvu's Holiday Bingo 2024
Pairing: Sonny Carisi x female reader
Tags: smut (that might be a strong word for thisâsmut lite?)
Word count: 2K
Beta'd by: @misscharlielulu + @escapingrealtiylovinginsanity
A/N: my Christmas present to you â my first attempt dipping my toes into smut! Iâm very much a beginner writing in this genre, and want to improve my skills so I can do my saucy ideas justice. So please bear with me as Iâm learning <3
Also posted on AO3
Today was your first holiday spent with Sonnyâs family. While youâd already met his parents and sisters individually, this was your first time fully immersed in the Carisi clan. Sonny wasnât worried about it, but you were irrationally concerned about making a good impression. It was important to you that they thought you were a good match for Sonny.Â
His sisters seemed to like you, and his nieces and nephews thought you were pretty cool. But you had a hard time getting a read on his mother. She was cordial, smiling whenever you chatted. But her demeanor seemed guarded, if not a little cold. Definitely not the enthusiasm youâd hoped for. But you were dating her one and only son, her baby boy, so her trepidation was not unexpected.
It was getting dark outside, and the snow was falling much harder than forecasted. Because of the late hour and the unfavorable weather, Sonnyâs parents offered to let everyone stay at their house for the night. When Mrs. Carisi divvied up the rooms amongst all the guests, somehow, the only one left for you and Sonny was Gina and Bellaâs childhood bedroom. Which you wouldnât have minded, except for one thingâŠ
Gina and Bella had shared bunk beds.
Mrs. Carisi tried to play innocent. âWhat do you want me to do? Itâs the only bed left. You wanna sleep in the closet?â But you strongly suspected this was her not so subtle way of hinting that she didnât want any out-of-wedlock shenanigans happening under her roof.
You and Sonny entered the bedroom, dumbfounded how you found yourself in this situation. The walls were covered in pastel floral wallpaper that reminded you of the 80s. Next to the closet sat a well-worn oak dresser with scuffs along the sideâprobably from having the closet door slammed into it. The window was adorned with pink striped curtains that appeared to have been homemade, perhaps by Mrs. Carisi. And at the back of the room stood the dreaded set of bunk beds.Â
The closer you got, the smaller the beds seemed.Â
âYou have got to be kidding me.â Sonny rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Heâd like to say he was surprised, but this honestly wasnât even the craziest of his motherâs antics. âI, uh, I could go talk to MaâŠâ he trailed off as he glanced at you hesitantly, looking for you to tell him what to do next.
You thought about it for a split second, but the defeated look on his face told you that Sonny didnât want to fight with his mom tonight. âNo, itâs fine. Itâs just for one night, anyways.â As utterly silly as this was, you were still worried about making a good impression with his mother. You thought there was the slightest chance youâd earn her respect if you went along with this madness.
Relief washed over Sonnyâs face. He made a mental note to thank God at Mass tomorrow for blessing him with such an understanding girlfriend. He looked back at the bunk beds, reminded of the uncomfortable night ahead of him. With a deep sigh, he accepted his fate. âOkay, roomie, which bunk do you want?â
âWhich would you be more comfortable in?â You wanted to be mindful of his size. You werenât necessarily tiny, but certainly smaller than him.
His eyes darted between you and the beds before gesturing to his lengthy frame. âBabe, itâs not gonna make a difference.â
âWellâŠâ A wicked smirk crept onto your lips. âIâve never slept in a bunk bed before.â You mischievously climbed up the ladder to claim the top bunk as yours.
Sonny rolled his eyes, but heâd be lying if he said he wasnât charmed by your childish spirit. âAlright, doll, you can be on top tonight.â You glared at his immature joke, but desperately tried to suppress the warmth rising in your cheeks. âWhy donât you get down from there so we can get ready for bed?â
Sonny stripped down to his boxers and undershirt, offering you his dress shirt to sleep in. He had worn his blue and white polka dot one, which was your favorite on him. You shamelessly held the shirt to your face. Breathing in its musky scent, enjoying the warmth still clinging to the fabric.
While getting ready, you turned to see Sonny struggling as he tried to squish himself into the bedframe. He regretted he hadnât taken you up on that offer to join your yoga class. He bonked his head against the wall and jammed his knee into the bedpost. Too exhausted to be fighting a literal piece of furniture, he resigned himself to sticking his feet off the edge and resting his arm on the floor.
Swallowing your giggles, you tiptoed to the bed, kneeling to look at a very defeated Sonny. âAre you going to be okay down here?â You had to whisper otherwise youâd bust out into a cackle.
âOh, yeah, just like a five-star hotel.â At least he was able to fit his sense of humor in there.
You exchanged âI love yousâ and a quick kiss, then you climbed up to your own bunk. It took a minute of tossing and turning, but you found a comfortable position for the night.
Fifteen minutes later, you were on the edge of sleep when you heard Sonny let out a disgruntled groan. The bed started to shift. Before you knew it, Sonny was up the ladder, crawling into your bunk.
âNo, no, Sonny! Whatâre you doing?â You quietly tried to shoo him, afraid heâd break the bed. Ignoring your protests he tried to squeeze in beside you.
âDoll, itâs cold down there,â he whined. You knew that was a lie. Sonny, true to his name, radiated heat like the sun. He was never cold.
You playfully tilted your head and raised your eyebrow. âYou sure you werenât just lonely?â.
Sonny was grateful the darkness hid his boyish blush. It was an awkward dance trying to get you both to fit. Giggles erupted as your legs and arms tangled together. Eventually, Sonny pulled you on top of him, wrapping his arms around your waist. You curled up under his chin, finally settling.
You tried to fall asleep but were distracted by the gently snoring man beneath you. You felt enveloped by his warmth, intoxicated by the smell of his cologne. You knew this was quite possibly the worst time and place to be horny, but you couldnât ignore the heat growing in your belly. You needed to relieve the tension, so you slowly ground into Sonny.
You felt a groan reverberate in his chest. âDoll, whatcha doinâ?â His voice was low, thick with sleep.
âWell, you were complaining about being cold.â You ground your hips harder into his, hoping he would get the message.
Sonnyâs laugh was cut off by a wanton moan. He slowly tightened his hands around your hips. You felt him growing hard beneath you.
Your message was clearly received.
He gently flipped you onto your back. âYou're gonna be the death of me, ya know that...possibly literally.â He looked over the side of the bed, gauging how far the ground was.
He knew this was a bad idea. But you were so effortlessly beautiful laid out beneath him, wearing nothing but panties and his shirt. His desire for you had been building all night. Watching you blend in so easily with his crazy family, strutting around in your green party dress. Heâd barely been able to keep his hands to himself. Now, hovering above you, his resolve was quickly slipping away. Your skin was soft under his fingertips, and he could smell remnants of your gingerbread perfume. You felt like the perfect Christmas presentâhandpicked just for him, waiting to be unwrapped. How could he resist?
He pulled you into a searing kiss. You kissed him back with the same intensity, rubbing your hands up and down his back. You moaned into his mouth, louder than youâd intended. Sonny shushed you, reminding you that you had to be quiet. You carefully peeled Sonny out of his undershirt. A goofy smile spread onto his face as he watched you struggle against the fabric. He realized how juvenile this was, but he was enjoying every minute of it. He looked deeply into your eyes, feeling the closeness heâd been desperately craving the whole evening.
He balanced himself on his forearms, wanting to make you as comfortable as possible. He hiked up your shirt just enough to gain access to your chest. He gently massaged your sensitive breast. His calloused fingers dragged gently against your skin and across your nipple, making it harden beneath his touch. You gasped as you arched your back to meet his hand. The whimpers coming from your throat were nothing compared to Sonnyâs.
He enjoyed giving you pleasure infinitely more than receiving it.
He tried to ignore the burning in his shoulders. But suddenly his muscles gave out, throwing him off balance. Making a split-second decision to avoid collapsing on top of you, he tumbled over the side of the bed. He landed with a comical thud that echoed throughout the silent room.
âSonny!â you whisper yelled, as if you hadnât just awakened the entire house with your raunchy escapades. You quickly climbed down to check on Sonny where he lay groaning on the floor. âAre you okay? Is anything broken?â
He propped himself up on his elbows, taking stock of his body. âBesides my pride?â Wincing as he rubbed the back of his head. âI think Iâll live.â You kissed his forehead. Thankfully, the bed hadnât been that tall, so a serious injury was unlikely.
As you sat on the floor looking up at the bunk beds, a thought popped into your head. âHey, Sonny?â
âYeah?â
âWhy didnât we just put the mattress on the floor?â
Sonnyâs face went blank at the realization. He closed his eyes and pursed his lips tightly. He groaned in frustration as he laid his head back on the floor, and you busted out into a fit of giggles. You pulled the mattresses off the bunks and lined them up next to each other on the floor. You couldnât help but feel incredibly stupid that you hadnât thought of this in the first place.
Well, hindsight is 20/20âŠor about 5 feet off the floor.
You cuddled up under the blankets, much cozier on the floor than in the beds. Sonnyâs eyebrows were laced together deep in thought.
âYou doing alright, sunshine?â You brushed the hair away that had fallen into his eyes.
His face relaxed under your touch. âYeah, Iâm just wondering why I couldnât be the favorite child.â You shook your head in amusement, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. âBella would never have been asked to share a bunk bed.â
You scooched in close to teasingly whisper in his ear, âThatâs because Tommy popped the question.â
Sonny threw his head back and laughed so hard, you worried it would wake up the house yet again. âYa trying to tell me something, doll?â
âAll Iâm saying is maybe some new jewelry could get us better accommodations next year.â You wiggled the fingers of your left hand.
He took your hand and lovingly kissed each of your fingers, pausing before your ring finger. âIâll keep that in mind.â
You snuggled deeper under the covers, happily entangled together. You closed your eyes, playing back the eveningâs events in your mind. It was certainly a night you wouldnât soon forget. You wondered how big the lump on Sonnyâs head would be. Or if maybe youâd be engaged by next ChristmasâŠ
And how to explain all of this to his mother in the morning.
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Flirtatious Fate
Rafael Barba x Fem! Detective! Reader Tags: Near smut. Lots of flirting. Barba and Reader almost get caught. Sonny being a great advice giver. Word Count: 6.5k "And what if we are? Would that be such a bad thing?"
It wasn't at all uncommon for the counselor to work overtime.
Rafael more than likely worked more overtime hours than any of the attorneys in the whole building. He lived for his work, so it was no shock that it was nearly 8:00 o'clock and he was still buried in his work with no intention of going anywhere anytime soon. Most of the building had thinned out. All the people who were much better at maintaining a work-life balance had left hours ago - leaving Rafael as practically the only one left. Not that he minded, he could always work better alone.
But he didn't mind having some company. There were a few faces that he always was always welcome to and would always make time for...especially one in particular.
His attention was stolen away from his work when there was a knock on his open door, obviously indicating that someone was there to see him. Clearly, he wasn't the only one who pulled a lot of overtime hours.
He knew exactly who was at his door just by the specific sound of the knock. He wasn't sure how he knew, but he did - and his heart fluttered at the knowledge of the person at his door.
Their relationship was complicated, although neither of them realized that the way they acted toward one another made things a gray area. They simply believe they were colleagues...friendly colleagues at best. Somehow, neither of them really realized that their dynamic came from a much more personal and emotional place.
Nonetheless, he was happy she was there...even though he didn't realize it.
"Come in, detective." He said, without even giving a glance up from what he was working on.
A genuine smile was on the detective's face at the sound of his invitation. She entered the room with a cup of coffee in each hand, her foot kicking the door closed behind her as she entered. She was alone in her entrance, and the fact that her partner wasn't with her let him know this wasn't a business visit.
âCounselor,â She greeted. âDo you have time for coffee and a chat?â
If there was any single person in the world who could outdrink Rafael Barba when it came to coffee - it was [Y/N]. She could drink coffee at any time of day and could put down at least four cups a day. That was one thing they shared - they worked a lot and ran on nothing much pure passion for their job and heavy amounts of caffeine.
Rafael looked at her then, curious and intrigued. He wondered where her partner was, considering she was still dressed in her work attire, which also let him know she wasn't done working for the day.
"Be my guest," He gestured to the chair opposite his desk, leaning back in his own seat knowing he was about to be distracted completely. "What brings you here?"
She approached him, handing him a hot latte that was fresh and just to his liking. As coffee connoisseurs, they had entertained plenty of coffee conversations in the past. He wasn't really at all shocked that she knew his preference in coffee. He watched her from over the rim of his cup as she sat down with her own drink, clearly very comfortable in his presence.
"Carisi is upstairs talking to someone, so I figured I'd stop by and say hello." She said casually, but the sparkle in her eye let him know she had come by for more than a quick greeting.
A small smirk appeared on his face when he caught that look in her eyes. He knew her too well. She was here for a bigger reason. They were always usually very to the point with each other. They saw no reason to waste time when she was here with a purpose.
"Is that so? You came all this way just to say 'hello' to me?" He asked, a hint of playfulness in his normally dry tone.
She shrugged, a knowing grin appearing on her face as she ran her finger absentmindedly around the lid of her cup.
"Well..." She began. "I might have something interesting to tell you."
Now this made more sense. The coffee, the late visit, the giddiness. She was here to gossip - a habit that she frequently and flat out denied that she ever took part in.
"Okay," He nodded, his smirk now turning more curious. "Don't keep me in suspense."
She set her coffee down on his desk, now sitting up completely straight as she used both her hands to talk. He knew she had something big if she was this focused.
"You know how I'm kind of friends with the secretary on the fifth floor of the precinct?" She asked, jogging his memory. "Remember how I was telling you she had been acting strange?"
Rafael's eyes darted around the room as he racked his brain. mentally sorting through hundreds, if not thousands, of conversations the two of them had shared until he placed it.
"Yeah, you said she was acting secretive or something like that." He remembered, albeit vaguely.
"Right! You know I'm not one to gossip," She said, and Rafael had to fight the urge to roll his eyes at that comment. "But she's pregnant!"
Let the records show, Rafael had never met this said secretary before. The only things he knew about her were things that [Y/N] had disclosed to him, but evidently she had shared just enough with him for him to be all in on this revelation.
"No way," He tilted his head. "How do you know?"
"She told me!" She remarked. "I really couldn't believe it. I knew something was different about her. I had to come tell you when I could because you were the only person who agreed with me that something was up."
His heart fluttered again at that. It was purely just convenience that had brought her to his office that night, but it still made him shudder to think she had reserved a conversation solely for him.
"It seems we were right then," He took another sip, his eyebrows knitting together when he realized something. "Didn't you tell me she was single?"
There was a brief silence as she only shared a certain look with him. Her silence answered his question completely.
"Ah, so that's the crux of it all," He said, figuring he might as well fully emerge himself in this gossip session. "So, I'm guessing you have information on who the father is?"
"No," She shook her head. "I'm still working on that one...but I have a few guesses."
"Let's hear them." He encouraged her.
Normally, it would've been so unusual for Rafael to engage in this kind of talk. He didn't rightly care what a stranger to him had going on in their personal life...but he didn't like them the way he liked the detective sitting pretty in front of him, genuinely enjoying conversing with him on any given day.
"The rumor on the fifth floor is that it's a cop over in narcotics..." She took a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure no one was listening. "But that said cop has been gone for nearly six months. I donât think the math adds up.â
Rafael considered her statement, nodding in agreement and urging her to continue.
"My other guess is a bit far-fetched, but not unreasonable," She said. "A few weeks ago she went home to Chicago to visit her family, and I remember her mentioning to me that she was thinking about paying an old flame of hers a visit..."
"Oh, that's interesting...and certainly a possibility, I suppose." He replied. "Is that all?"
"Yeah, that's all I got," She shrugged. "I am being unfair. I shouldn't be making a conversation out of her business."
Rafael chuckled, shaking his head.
"Well, we all indulge in a little nosy talk here and there." He said, feeling a pang of disappointment knowing this conversation was coming to an end.
âI know, I know. Thatâs really all I know," She reached for her coffee cup again. "But enough about me. How are things going here?â
He chuckled when she changed the subject, noticing her eyes lingering on his. He should've known she had something else locked and loaded.
"Things here areâŠas expected," he said, gesturing to the stacks of files on his desk. "Too many cases, too little time." He picked up his coffee, taking a sip before continuing. "But I always manage, one way or another."
âThat you do, counselor.â She grinned. âThis case has been a tough oneâŠhow are you holding up?â
He leaned back in his chair, a weary smile on his face.
"You know how it is." He said, and that was all he needed to say for her to completely understand.
"That I do," She sighed. "After all these years, I've never quite mastered dealing with everything we see."
"It's not easy, that's for sure," He said. "But I must say, you've handled yourself quite well in difficult situations, detective."
âI try my best,â She shrugged. âSome days I wonder if I should've stuck with my college job."
"Which was...?" He probed.
"Bartending," She confessed. "Also a stressful job, but nothing like doing police work."
This was new information to him. He actually didn't know that about her. He chuckled, imagining her in a bar apron, wiping down tables and listening to drunken rants.
"I could see that." He teased, a playful smile on his face. "But then we would be missing out on your skills as a detective."
She gave a small laugh, but didn't respond just yet. They sat in a comfortable silence, the conversation fizzling out before a new one blossomed.
"Maybe I need a vacation." She said in a way that seemed random, but this was usually how their conversations went. They would start on one topic and then end up somewhere completely different within minutes.
He took the opportunity to tease her, something that was also very common for their interactions.
"From SVU or from me?" He joked, the playful banter coming easy between them.
"Oh, never from you, Rafael." She matched his tone, his first name sliding off her tongue like it was something she said often.
He felt a brief flash of surprise when she used his first name, but he quickly recovered and played along with the banter.
"Careful, detective. That sounds almost affectionate." He teased.
She scoffed at that, an entertained smile on her face.
"We work for the law. We hardly have time to be affectionate in any regard." She said, and it was completely true.
"Yet here we are, two busy people making time for each other." He took a sip of his coffee, then looked at her with a more serious expression. "But you're right, it's not easy to balance work and personal life. Especially in our line of work."
âI can relate. Somehow you and my co-workers are the only people I really talk to,â She spoke, her voice soft. âNotâŠthat I mind talking to you. Who else is going to tell you the neighborhood gossip?â
He smiled, genuinely flattered that she considered him one of her few friends.
"I must admit," he said, a hint of jest in his voice. "I do enjoy hearing your neighborhood gossip. It breaks up the monotony of the legal jargon."
âI imagine it does,â She returned a smile. âMaybe eventually weâll figure out how to balance work and personal lives. Figure out how to do something other than work.â
Clearly they often toed the line between being professional, being casual, and being flirtatious. This was their norm. Everybody who knew them wouldn't even bat an eye at this conversation between them. But what Rafael said next would've raised a few brows. He wasn't sure what made him say it. Maybe it was the late hour or the moment just felt right, but he made a remark that couldn't have been confused as anything other than personal.
"Maybe we will. It's about time we started making time for ourselves." He paused, then said with a teasing smile. "And each other."
Her gaze fixed on him, her eyes slightly squinted as she smirked at him. She wasn't sure if he was being serious or not. Neither of them had ever crossed this line before. They were both aware that this was a new level of comfort with one another.
âCounselor, are you flirting with me?â
A sly smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he held her gaze.
"And if I was, detective?" He retorted.
âMark me as surprised,â She said. âBut flattered.â
They were both confident people...stubborn at times too. There would be no backing down from this. He chuckled, enjoying the back and forth banter. He leaned a bit closer in his chair, his smile growing wider.
"Is that so? You're not going to accuse me of being unprofessional?"
âThat would make me a hypocrite. Me waltzing in here and gossiping about my coworker is unprofessional,â She leaned forward. âI consider this a flirtatious and pleasant conversation.â
He raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her words. He leaned closer as well, his voice a little lower now.
"Just a pleasant conversation, hm? You're not going to tell your other coworkers about this little chat?"
This situation was turning and it was turning fast. It had gone from casual to playful, and now they were trodding in a territory they had never ventured to before. This was different, but neither were backing down.
âNot at all, Counselor, if the thought of someone knowing bothers you so much.â She stood from her chair, eyes locked on him.
His smirk grew wider as she stood up, his eyes never leaving hers.
"It doesn't bother me at all." He assured her, rising to his feet as well. He moved around the desk, closing the distance between them. "In fact, I quite enjoy these little chats of ours."
âIf we arenât careful, we might become the precinct gossip.â She looked up at him, eyes sparkling.
He chuckled, finding the idea of being the source of gossip in the precinct strangely amusing. He took a step closer, his voice a low murmur as he spoke.
"And what if we are? Would that be such a bad thing?"
âWell, I would be getting a taste of my own medicine I suppose,â She said, realizing their noses were nearly touching. âAmongst other things.â
He let out a soft exhale, feeling his heart rate quicken at her close proximity. The air between them felt electrified.
"And those other things would be?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
âWhatever you suggest we do to âmake time for each otherâ?â She said smoothly. âWhat did you have in mind?â
He chuckled, his gaze locked with hers. He reached out with a slow, tentative hand, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. The feel of her skin under his fingers sent a shiver down his spine.
"I have plenty of ideas," he said, his voice low and filled with promise, "but we should probably discuss them somewhere more⊠private."
âAre you thinking private thoughts, Counselor?â She replied.
He leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper.
"What do you think, detective?" His hand moved to her cheek, his thumb tracing a gentle line along her jawline. The proximity was intoxicating, and he couldnât resist the urge to toy with her a bit more.
âIâm thinking a couple of drinks over dinner,â She said, her voice supple and sultry. âDessert at my place.â
He chuckled, his eyes darkening with desire at her words. He lifted his other hand, gently cupping her face, his thumbs brushing against her cheeks. He leaned even closer, his lips grazing against her ear as he whispered.
"Sounds like a perfect plan."
âDonât you want to know what youâll be having for dessert?â She asked, her control getting close to wobbling.
His lips curled into a sinful smile, the double meaning behind her words and the shiver in her voice were all the invitation he needed. He moved even closer, his breath hot against her ear, his voice huskier than before.
"Show me, detective. Iâm absolutely starving."
She smiled an awfully sultry grin, her teeth toying with her bottom lip as she whispered.
âYouâre looking at it.â
His eyes darkened with a mixture of restraint and desire, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He was losing control, his hands gripping her face a bit tighter now.
"Careful, detective. If you keep talking like that, I'll have you right now on this desk."
Fire was burning between them. Their minds were racing and hearts were pounding with the knowledge of where this was going. Neither cared to try and figure out how this was happening so fast. Neither of them needed to. They just knew something between them was mutual and it was coming out in full force.
He backed her into the desk, the backs of her thighs pressed against the edge of the desk. Her hands came to start working on getting his tie off, his hands planted high on her thighs underneath her skirt. Her lips brushed against his as her breathing became heavy, the two of them mere milliseconds from going at it when there was a knock on his office door and it creaked open.
Both Rafael and the detective froze, the moment shattered by the intrusion. Rafael took a moment to compose himself, his face flushing with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment as he attempted to conceal the fact that they had been just seconds away from being intimate on his desk.
He cleared his throat and took a few steps back, allowing some space between them. They both were quick to readjust themselves, totally coming back to reality of what just almost happened. Her heart was hammering away in her chest, her cheeks tinted pink as she adjusted her skirt. The intruder was none other than her detective partner, Sonny Carisi, who was blissfully unaware that he was just barely seconds away from walking in on his partner and his squad's counselor going at it.
Sonny stepped into the office, his expression serious. However, he hadnât yet noticed the tense atmosphere in the room or the telltale signs of intimacy that were still evident on Rafael and the detectiveâs faces. He approached Rafael, his eyes fixed on the district attorney.
"Counselor...we have an issue with one of the witnesses in the case. Can I have a word?"
She was trying to hold her composure, acting like she wasnât just about to get down and dirty with the counselor. Rafael took a deep breath, attempting to compose himself. The interruption had cooled the heat between them a bit, but the tension in the room was still palpable. He cleared his throat and addressed Sonny, his voice slightly strained as he tried to keep it together.
"Yeah...w-what's the issue with the witness?"
She could hardly stand to be in the room anymore. She was having a hard time processing how an innocent conversation turned so hot so quickly. Rafael had never expressed that kind of feeling with her. They had never gotten that close before. Sure, they faintly flirted, but never so outright before. She was overwhelmed, and now she felt like she needed some air.
âSonny, you finish up here,â She said, her voice a bit shaky from the adrenaline. âIâmâŠIâll meet you downstairs.â
Sonny's eyes flicked between Barba and the detective, sensing that there was more going on than he was aware of. He was puzzled by her shaky voice, and something about the tension in the room felt odd, but he didnât have time to question it. As the detective made her way out of the room, Rafael's gaze followed her, a mixture of disappointment and concern etched on his face as she left.
Rafael had never shared that kind of moment with her. To be honest, he wasnât sure where it had come from. Sure, he liked her and favored her, but he had never made a move on her before. But in all fairness, she had never reciprocated quite like that.
Rafael couldnât deny that the moment with her had been explosive, a spark igniting between them that he hadnât expected. He had always liked her, but this was a whole different level of attraction. Her response to him had triggered a deep, intense desire that he couldnât ignore. As Sonny continued to talk, Rafael struggled to focus on the conversation, his mind going back to the moment they had shared just moments before.
He just wanted to help Sonny and get him out of his office so he could handle this. But of course, Sonny always needed to know everything.
âIsâŠeverything alright between you and her, Counselor?â
Rafael flinched, snapped out of his thoughts by Sonny's question. He blinked a couple of times and cleared his throat, trying to hide his preoccupation.
"Yeah, everything's just fine, Carisi," he said, his tone a little guarded. "Why do you ask?"
âIâve never seen her run out like that. Especially when youâre around,â Sonny remarked.
Rafael shifted uneasily in his chair as he sat down, the observation not being lost on him. He tried to play it off as nonchalantly as possible.
"I suppose she just had something to take care of. She seemed⊠in a hurry." He said, his words sounding unconvincing even to him.
Sonny didnât believe him. He knew his partner, and he could tell when someone was lying. Something had happened in this office before he came in.
Rafael realized that Sonny wasnât buying his response, and he silently cursed himself for not being more convincing. The air in the room felt heavy, and he knew he had to change the subject or risk further questioning.
"Is there anything else you needed to discuss regarding the case, Detective Carisi?" Rafael asked, trying to sound as impassive as possible.
Sonny caught the way Rafael changed the subject. He wasnât getting anything from Rafael, so he decided to try his partner, who was downstairs waiting for him.
âNo...alrightâŠâ Sonny said. âWeâllâŠweâll be in touch.â
Rafael nodded, a slight look of relief on his face as Sonny seemed to accept the change in topic. As Sonny turned to leave, Rafael couldnât help but feel a pang of worry about what might happen once he spoke to the detective.
He took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts, but his mind was still buzzing from the encounter that had just taken place, and the uncertainty of what would happen next gnawed at him. Sonny wasted no time getting to the elevator, taking it to the ground floor. Sure enough, she was standing just outside on the sidewalk, her hand resting over her chest as she took slow deep breaths of the cold New York air.
She let the cold air of New York City fill her lungs, the chill helping to clear her mind. She tried to steady her rapid heartbeat, still shaken by the intensity of the moment she and Rafael had shared. The thought of what might have happened if Sonny hadnât walked in sent a shudder down her spine. What was she thinking?
She was so distracted by her thoughts that she didnât notice Sonny approaching until he was standing beside her.
âSonny.â She nearly gasped, her heart lurching in surprise.
Sonny chuckled at her reaction and raised an eyebrow, a sly smile on his face.
"Whoa, easy there. You almost jumped out of your skin." he teased, trying to lighten the mood.
âIâm sorry, you scared me.â She sighed. âAre you ready to go?â She gestured toward the SVU car they had taken.
Sonny nodded, and as they headed toward the car, he shot her a sideways glance, curious about what had just transpired upstairs.
He wasnât a detective for nothing, and he could sense that there was more to the story. Something was off, especially given her demeanor and the flushed look on her face.
She slid into the passenger seat, feeling a bit less shaky now that she had a few minutes to calm down. Her mind was still reeling, but she didnât feel like she was going to pass out anymore.
Sonny walked around the car and got behind the wheel, his gaze flickering to her every now and then. As they started driving, he decided to go for it and ask the question that had been on his mind since he walked in on his partner and the Counselor.
"So, what was that all about? You left his office looking like youâd seen a ghost." He said.
She took a subtle deep breath, trying to center herself for a round of questioning that was no doubt coming.
âIt was nothing really,â She responded as coolly as possible. âIâm just tired, I think. I just needed a second to gather myself.â
Sonny gave her a skeptical look, her response only adding to his suspicion. She was obviously trying to brush it off, but he was not convinced.
"Come on. You know I wasnât born yesterday," he said, his tone laced with mild irritation. "Something happened up there."
âI donât know what youâre talking aboutâŠâ She said, reaching for her phone that vibrated in her pocket.
As she checked her phone, Sonny gave her a knowing look. He could sense that she was dodging the question, and it only fueled his suspicion further.
"Oh, really? Then why wonât you look me in the eye?" he asked, his voice a bit challenging now. "Whoâs sending you text messages, huh? The Counselor?â
Her heart dropped, because despite the fact that Sonnyâs question was a joke â he was right. She stared at the text message that had just come in from Rafael.
A sly smile crept onto Sonny's face as he spotted the change in her expression, a clear indication that he hit a sore spot.
"Bingo," he said, his tone dripping with smugness. "Thatâs what I thought. What did he say?"
Sonny glanced at her, his curiosity piqued. He could tell she was reading a text message, but he couldnât see what it said.
"So, are you planning to share that text with me, or are you just going to keep me in suspense?" he said, his voice filled with playful annoyance.
She didn't even really mean to, but she read the text out loud for herself and Sonny to hear.
Call me when you can. Please.
Sonny raised an eyebrow, a smirk spreading across his face. He couldnât help but feel a little amused by the situation.
"âPlease?â" he repeated, a hint of mockery in his voice. "Sounds like the counselor is desperate to talk to you."
Sonny had her cornered, and she knew it. There was no getting anything past Sonny, especially since they worked so closely every single day.
âSonny..." She whined, knowing he was more on to her than she realized.
Sonny chuckled at her response, thoroughly enjoying the teasing. He knew he had her now.
"Come on," he said, feigning innocence. "Donât sound so surprised. Iâve seen the way you two look at each other when you think no oneâs watching."
âNow I really donât know what youâre talking about,â She huffed. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
Sonny took his eyes off the road for a moment to shoot her a sidelong glance, a knowing smile on his lips.
"Oh, please. You really think youâre discreet?" he said. "The tension between you two is so thick, a blind man could see it."
She rubbed her eyes stressfully, unsure of how to respond to Sonny, and even more unsure of how to proceed with Rafael. Seeing her stressed out, Sonnyâs playful tone softened slightly. While he enjoyed teasing her, he could see that the situation was weighing on her.
"Hey, relax," he said, throwing her a gentle smile. "Itâs just me, alright? You can talk to me, you know?"
âNo, I canâtâŠâ She sighed. âNot about this.â
Sonnyâs smile faded slightly at her response. He could tell that whatever had happened in Rafaelâs office was more serious than he initially thought. It wasnât just some harmless flirtation between her and the district attorney. He cleared his throat and spoke with a more serious tone now.
"Why not? Come on. You and I have been friends for a long time, havenât we? You can trust me."
âI trust you,â She said. âItâs not that, itâs justâŠcomplicated.â
Sonny furrowed his brow, his interest piqued even further. The way she said âcomplicatedâ made it clear that there was more to this than he initially thought. He knew there was something she was holding back, but he wasnât going to let it go that easily.
"Complicated, huh? In what way?" he asked, his voice calm but filled with genuine curiosity.
At this point, she knew Sonny wasnât going to let this go. Sonny could keep a secret better than anyone, so she figured she might as well give it up. She told him the story, leaving out a few graphic details, but she told him enough for him to get the picture.
Sonny listened intently as she spoke, his expression stoic as he absorbed the details of what had transpired between her and Rafael. He didnât say a word as she recounted the encounter, his gaze steady on the road ahead of them.
When she finished her story, he was silent for a moment, considering everything that had been said. Then, he spoke up, keeping his voice neutral.
"So, let me get this straight. You and the Counselor got hot and heavy in his office, but things got interrupted, and now you donât know what to do next?"
âThat about sums it up,â She sighed again. âIf we had gone all the wayâŠI donât even know. I donât know where to go from here and I donât know if I can ever work with him againâŠâ
Sonny exhaled softly, his jaw tensing slightly. He hadnât been expecting it to be that serious. He could sense the internal struggle she was having and understood her confusion. He knew it wasnât easy, juggling personal feelings and professional responsibilities.
"Whoa, whoa. Hold on," he said, trying to get a grip on the situation. "First of all, it didnât go that far. NothingâŠhappened, right?"
âIt was close,â She admitted. âBut no. Sonny, Olivia will kill me if she finds out. She would flip if she found out I got cozy with the counselorâŠâ
Sonny nodded slowly, processing her words. The fact that she was worried about Oliviaâs reaction spoke volumes about how seriously she was taking this. He respected her devotion to the job, and he knew how highly her superiors thought of her.
"Okay, first of all, Oliviaâs not going to âkillâ you. Besides, this isnât exactly the first time a relationship has happened between coworkers."
âYeah, but itâs different. ItâsâŠme. You know how she is with me. Iâm the youngest on the squad,â She took a deep breath. âIf she knew Rafael made a move on meâŠâ
Sonny could see the weight of the situation pressing heavily on her. He understood her concerns.
"I get that you donât want to disappoint her," he said in a reassuring tone. "The thing is, this whole thing with BarbaâŠyou didnât exactly pursue him, right? Heâs the one who made a move. And as far as I can tell, it sounds like it was completely out of the blue for you."
âItâŠwasnât really out of the blue,â She confessed. âI mean, I didnât go in there expecting what happened butâŠlike you said weâre prettyâŠflirtatious. And I didnât push him away.â
Sonny chuckled slightly at her confirmation that she hadnât exactly shut down whatever had been going on between her and the Counselor. He knew theyâd had a spark.
âSo, let me get this straight: you and Barba have been flirty with each other for a while, and eventually, things got heated in his office. Is that about right?â
Sonny nodded when she confirmed it, the situation starting to make more sense to him now.
"And now you donât know what to do because youâre worried about your job, your relationship with Olivia, and whatever might happen next with Barba?â
âRight,â She replied. âIt happened so fastâŠI donât know how I got here.â
Sonny chuckled softly as he listened to her concerns.
"You got here, because you and Barba have chemistry," he said bluntly. "The question is, what are you going to do about it?"
âI donât know what to do about it,â She read the text from Barba again. âHow do you even move forward from something like this?â
Sonny shot her a sympathetic glance, understanding her anxiety.
"Hey, it sounds like youâre feeling a bit out of your comfort zone here, and thatâs alright." He said reassuringly. "Youâre usually more reserved, and this situationâs a bit more intense than youâre used to. But thatâs not necessarily a bad thing. It could mean that something about Barba really does it for you."
âYeah, I couldâve told you that. I guess I need to respond,â She stared at her phone. "He wants me to call him later. So he will probably reject me and tell me it was a mistake and it never shouldâve happened and then things will be awkward and then Iâll have to leave SVU and then Iâm back to making traffic stops-â
Sonny reached over and grabbed her arm firmly, stopping her mid-rant. He chuckled slightly at her panicked ramblings.
"Slow down there," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Take a deep breath. You're getting way ahead of yourself."
âMaybeâŠâ A smile appeared on her face without realizing it. âIâll justâŠtell him Iâll call him when I can.â
Sonny chuckled along with her, enjoying the lighter tone of the conversation. He was glad to see that his teasing had lifted her spirits, at least a little bit.
"Hey, you never know," He said with a shrug and a smirk. "Stranger things have happened. Maybe Barbaâs completely smitten with you and canât wait to see you again."
âAlright, alrightâŠâ She replied. âOne step at a time. Letâs finish this workday.â
Sonny chuckled at her response, sensing her determination to get through the last couple hours of their long workday and not let the situation with Barba consume her. He nodded in agreement.
"You got it," he said, his tone back to business. "I've got your back, no matter what happens next."
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They returned to the precinct, tying up their loose ends for the day so they could get the day finished. She tried to put Rafael in the back of her mind. She just needed to get through her shift and then go from there. She hoped she would feel better once she and Rafael talked, no matter what the outcome was.
Sonny shot a few glances at her, sensing her attempt to keep her mind off the situation with the Counselor. He knew she was struggling to focus on work when her mind was preoccupied.
As the day came to an end, Sonny casually looked down at his watch and spoke up.
"You know, we're just about done for the day. YouâŠuhâŠhave plans for the rest of the night?"
She gave him a look.
âIâm going to call him as soon as I leave,â She said. âIf heâs still at his office, I might swing by.â
Sonny gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder, his eyes filled with genuine concern.
"You're gonna handle this, one way or another." he said, his voice firm and steady.
âOkay,â She nodded. âIâll text you when itâs over.â
Sonny waved her goodbye, and she didn't waste any time getting out of the precinct. She dialed Rafael's number on the way out of the building.
The phone rang a few times before the familiar voice of Rafael Barba answered on the other end.
âHey.â His tone was calm and composed.
âCounselor.â She greeted as calmly as she could.
There was a hint of surprise and relief in Rafael's voice as he recognized her on the other end of the line. He had been hoping she would call.
"I wasnât sure if youâd call." He said plainly.
âOf course I did,â She let out a silent sigh. âAre youâŠstill at your office?â
There was a slight pause before Rafael responded, the anticipation heavy in his voice.
"Yes," he replied. "Do youâŠwant to come by?"
Her heart fluttered, there really was no turning back.
âYeah, I figured I would come by soâŠwe could talk. I can be there in 20 minutesâŠâ
They sorted out the details before the call ended, and she knew this was going to either be a pleasant or brutal talk. She knew she might be losing one of her best friends by the end of the night. She had never felt more unsure, but she couldn't even deny that maybe she was curious to see how this developed...if it developed at all.
Her mind raced as she made her way to Rafael's office. She thought of every possible outcome in this scenario...the best case, the worst case, and everything in between. She felt the knot of anxiety in her stomach getting heavier by the minute. She laid eyes on her destination and knew it was now or ever. She needed to compose herself and pull it together. She wanted to walk out of this situation with him still an important part of her life.
The building was closed down for the night, all the offices dark and closed...except for his. It was now or never. If there was ever a moment where she felt like she was about to seal her fate...it was right now.
She took the elevator to the floor of his office, her brain actively controlling her breathing to be as calm and slow as possible. Her heart was pounding away, and she wasn't sure if it was the nerves or the knowledge of seeing him again after what had happened.
His office door was closed, but a glow of light was shining from behind the closed blinds on his windows and under the door. She gave a light knock on the door, a slow exhale escaping her as she waited for him to answer.
She heard some shuffling from behind the door, knowing he was undoubtedly trying to quickly straighten up his desk before he allowed her inside. A few seconds passed before he opened the door -- his tired eyes meeting hers with the same look of anxiety and curiosity of what was about to happen. There was no turning back now, and they both felt like they were prepared.
But little did they know, their night was about to get far more interesting than they planned for.
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Packing It Up
Dominick 'Sonny' Carisi x Fem!Reader
Summary: Youâve sworn off boys after a few relationships-gone-bad, content with sticking to the sidelines and cheering on your friends in their attempts at true love. However, when Sonny Carisi waltzes his long legs into your life, he does a great job of ruining just about all of your plans.
Tags: alludes to reader being afab however majority gender neutral, grumpy-sunshine, upgrading boyfriends, "packing it up" by gracie abrams, "goodnight n go" by ariana grande if you need another one, sonny carisi only believes in true love Word Count: ~2.5k Notes: This is actually the first little thing I wrote for Tumblr when I decided to post stuff here. Law & Order SVU brainrot is strong. Especially for this silly lawyer man.
When youâre young, you are always told the same old story when you go through a break-up. There are other fish in the sea. It is not the end of the world. Youâre not the first to go through this. He didnât deserve you in the first place.Â
While it was all true, that did not stop the way your blood instantly heated up at the sight of the man in front of you, his hand perched on the back of a young brunette. You had seen her walk into the bar earlier, her head held high as she smiled at the bartenders and greeted them like they were old friends. As soon as he had appeared after her in the dim light, you had made the connection that she looked like you. He had left you, replacing you and reminding you that you were just another girl that happened to be his type.
The tension between you and the urge to waltz up to him and toss your vodka soda in his smug face was palpable. He hadnât even noticed you. You were surrounded by loud, drunk friends and he hadnât even looked your way. He was way too enamored with the way his new girlfriend bounced around the bar, waving âhelloâ to friends and laughing loudly and taking up all of the air in the building.Â
Your time at the bar was often spent people-watching. Thursday nights were karaoke nights, where everybody met in an even darker room in the back and watched as a guy puffing obnoxiously on a vape pen downloaded videos from YouTube for people to scream into the microphone. Sometimes, the patrons were actually great singers, absolutely charming. Sometimes, it was the girl that sang the exact same Broadway song every single week, and not well.
Needless to say, you came here every single Thursday. With or without friends.
Deciding to wash away your annoyance with the pleasure of listening to other people embarrass themselves, you order another shot from the bar, downing it with only the glimpse of a wince before ordering another and carrying it with you as you leave your friends behind.
Fog drifting out of the machine on the stage filled the room, mixing with the stickiness of alcohol on the floor and the sweet smell of flavored nicotine. Old rock music blares from the speakers in the absence of singers, so loud that people have to get close to their friendâs ears in order to let themselves be heard. Not wanting to get caught in the crowd, you settle with hugging the wall closest to the doorway, keeping your drink close to your chest.
A few horrible singers later and a couple drinks more than that, youâre feeling nice and drunk, your bad luck of love and your horrible ex-boyfriend completely off your mind. Unfortunately, youâve reached the stage of having to visit the restroom every three seconds, causing you to keep a close eye on your stumbling feet as you make your way through bodies and bodies.
Watching your feet proves to become more of a hassle than a cautionary action, especially when you slam directly into the hard chest of a very tall person. At least, thatâs what you assume about them, seeing as youâre in tall heels and still only managed to slam into just their chest.
âWoah, you okay?â The tall person speaks, his accent immediately drawing your attention up to their face, where youâre met with a more than welcome sight. Quiffed salt-and-pepper hair, a handsome face with laugh lines, perfect cerulean eyes that stared back at you with nothing but pure worry. The man in front of you was the prettiest thing on this side of New York.Â
Youâre so stunned that you forget to respond for a moment, physically shaking your head when you snap out of your daze. For a moment, you almost forgot that men were the bane of your existence. âYeah, Iâm fine. Howâs your chest? Other than hard.â The minute the words leave your mouth in a ditsy babble, you visibly wince, shaking your head. âForget I said that.â
He looks down at you with a boyish smile, amusement glittering in his way-too-pretty eyes. âMy chest is fine, thanks.â As if intrigued, he tilts his head a bit to the side, shoving his hands into the pockets of his notably tight pants. âIâm Sonny.â
Deciding to let your drunk eyes have a treat of skirting down his body, your name falls from your lips in a soft mumble as you take in his outfit. Majority of his torso was covered in a white button-up, the first few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off forearms that you stared at for so long you started to consider the taste of them. It was covered by a dark blue vest that matched his tie and slacks, illuminating the eyes that you couldnât get your focus off of.
He looked fancy. After dating a bunch of duds with stupid jobs, it was incredibly attractive to your racing mind. It also didnât help that he noticeably watches you check him out, keeping his mouth shut in a stupid grin as he allows it to happen.
The flirty look that flutters across his face as you catch his gaze reminds you of your boiling anger for men.âShut up.â You grumble at him, stumbling and hitting your shoulder against his as you move past him, your need for the bathroom not forgotten.
But when you leave the bathroom and saunter your way to the bar to close out your tab, he is right there on your trail, leaning against the counter with his body facing you. âYou didnât let me speak.â
âThatâs the point,â you shoot back, bitterness lacing your tone. You donât want to be mean, really, but your feet hurt and youâre cranky and looking at a handsome man has reminded you of every handsome man that had ever done you wrong.
Unfortunately, Sonny does not take the hint. That, or he blatantly ignores it. âHave a drink with me.â His voice is gentle, the little twinge of Staten Island accent almost slutty as it drips off of his tongue, the idea that it probably only sounds that way because youâre drunk and extremely worked up not lost on you.
âI canât have a drink with you,â is the response you go with after a moment of debating whether to give in or not.
But heâs quick to banter back, one perfect eyebrow quirking up in amusement as he gives you a shit-eating grin. âI give you permission.â
âIâm cut off,â you deadpan. It was a lie. Youâve gotten blackout in the same bar before, at bachelorette parties and your-ex-sucks parties, and they still didnât cut you off, leading to horrible mornings the day after that had you cursing all of the bartenders by name. But if it got the man off your back, itâd do.
Sonny laughs in response, putting both elbows on the bar as he scoots closer to you, giving room for the couple on the other side of him to flag down the bartender that has been ignoring you this entire time. âNo, youâre not.â
âShut up.â You repeat the hiss from before, wanting nothing more than for this pretty man to go away. He was distracting, with his expensive cologne washing into your nose and making your brain feel more fuzzy than it already did.
It didnât help that the way he was looking at you lit your skin on fire. It was nothing but pure, unadulterated want.
The older man tilts his head, still not thrown off by your hostile demeanor. He repeats your name like a soft prayer, blue eyes searching into yours with the type of eye contact that makes you feel like heâs ripping you open from the inside out. He doesnât say anything, but he also doesnât move.
With an aggravated sigh, more pointed towards yourself than Sonny, you turn towards him. âWhy do you want to talk to me so bad?â
âI like you,â he responds easily, tone carrying a sense of certainty that sends an unwilling chill up your spine.
âYou donât know me.â
âBut I want to.â
And so you let him.
You let him order you another drink, finding a nice space in the corner of the bar to sit and just talk. You learn real fast that Sonnyâs not like the other men youâve dated. He doesnât attempt to touch you the entire time you sit side-by-side, other than the brisk nudge of his knee against yours or the accidental brush of fingers when you both reach for your drinks at the same time.
You learn that heâs an ADA, although he used to be a detective for the Manhattan Special Victims Unit. Heâs originally from Staten Island, which is easy to guess given his accent, and his family is Italian. Heâs a devout Catholic. He has three sisters and itâs obvious that he loves his family by the way he speaks.
Mentally noting all of the information you can get from him, even the stuff he doesnât say, you find yourself laughing and speaking with him until the bar lights come on, urging all remaining patrons to close up their tabs and leave.
Sonny is the first to notice, pretty eyes looking up at the light before right back down at you, lips tilting up in a smirk. âLooks like theyâre kicking us out, doll.â
Ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of butterflies, you smile back. âLooks like your time is up. Did you get what you need from me?â The question comes out flirtily as you stand up, grabbing your bag and pulling it over your shoulder.
âGet what I need?â Heâs visibly confused at your question, standing up and looming over you, one hand balancing himself on the table. Despite your obvious attempt to easily get away, he easily maneveurs you to press your back against the table, his other hand finding the other side of you. It happens so fast that you feel like youâre spinning, especially with the alcohol still swimming in your bloodstream.
Not letting yourself show your surprise, you smile up at him sweetly, purposefully batting your eyelashes as you drag your tongue against the inside of your bottom lip. âYou said you wanted to know me. Do you think you know me?â
Sonny doesnât back down from your attempt at flirtatious intimidation, smiling down at you, just as sunny as before. The multiple bourbons he had nursed throughout the night didnât even seem to put a damper on him, except for the single strand of hair that escaped his perfect quiff to drape over his forehead. âNot enough. I think Iâll need an actual date for that.â
âAre you asking me on a date, Carisi?â You question tauntingly, even though you already knew the answer. If you were going to give up on your short-lived attempt to swear off of men, it wouldnât be done easily.Â
He nodded, face dipping down in an attempt to get closer to you. âIâm asking for multiple, actually. Why stop at one?â His brow quirked in challenge, fully prepared to go toe-to-toe with you. Unfortunately, it worked. You were so used to men either fully giving up or attempting to show dominance. It was rejuvenating to find someone that was willing to fight for it.
âAmazing question.â You laugh, just before a bartender stepped up to remind you and Sonny of your unpaid tabs.
He paid them both, of course.
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Your dates with Sonny always went well. It was always something nice, like fancy restaurants or takeout and movies at his apartment. It didnât matter if his schedule got busy or if he had to randomly get up and leave. You always took it in stride, giving him a smile and a kiss and sending him along his way. That was the thing that made him realize that there was nobody else he wanted to spend his limited free time with. Itâs how you became his partner, after all.
At this moment, you lay on Carisiâs bed late at night, curled up underneath his grey duvet with a book open on your lap. He had been working at the desk in his living room since you two had finished dinner, a nice home-cooked meal he had spent the afternoon on, but you didnât mind. On days like this, where you spent a lot of time together, it was good to have space to yourselves. Just being in his space, surrounded by the scent of his cologne and the one candle he always chose to light when you came over, was enough to soothe you.
You raise your head as you hear his footsteps coming towards the bedroom door, a smile blossoming on your face as he rounded the corner. He looked absolutely exhausted, his hair mussed and the hood on his hoodie twisted to the side of his neck, but just as handsome as the night you had met him.Â
Sonny groans as he shuffles over to what was now deemed your side of the bed, leaning over to place a gentle kiss on your lips. âThis case is absolutely killing me.â He whines, head falling on your chest as he purposefully laid atop you, tossing the book in your lap to the side before curling his arms around your waist.Â
Laughing softly, you thread your fingers through his hair, letting your fingernails brush against his scalp soothingly. âI hope not. Iâd miss you when youâre gone.â You hum, eyes softening as you look down at the way his eyes flutter closed.
âMm. Thatâs why I love you.â He mumbles into your chest.
The words cause your body to tense, fingers stalling as your heart thuds just a bit harder beneath his cheek. Your lips part to respond, however the words donât come, too busy playing that moment over and over in your head. While those three words werenât rare to hear in this day and age, you could tell that it meant a lot to Sonny. He said a lot of sweet things in place of it, like âI adore you,â but he had never said them in the few months you had spent together.
âSweetheart? You okay?â He asks after a moment, placing his hands on either side of you to sit himself up, finding your eyes as the crease in his brow deepened. For a moment, you wonder if he even meant to say them, or if you had heard them right. That is until his lips tilt up at the corners, head tilting as he moves to lay beside you. âYou donât have to say it back if you donât want to.â
Immediately, youâre shaking your head, reaching out to cup his cheek with your hand. âNo, no. I was just shocked, thatâs all.â Your thumb brushes against his cheekbone as he stares back at you, eyes soft around the edges. âI love you, too, Carisi. You stubborn bastard.â You tease, pushing a strand of hair behind his ear.
Sonnyâs lips part in mock surprise, recoiling back as he tries to hide his grin. âAnd what do you mean by that?â
âI was in the bar that day swearing off men and love and all that stupid stuff until your dumb, pretty face showed up.â You huff, letting your hand fall as you lean your shoulder back into the pillow.
He sits up a little straighter, leaning forward to press his lips against yours quickly, only pulling away to mumble against them. âIâm glad I was able to win you over. Because I love you.â And then, before you are able to respond, he continues to pepper kisses all over your face, from your forehead to your cheeks to your nose before diving down towards your neck. âI love you.â
A giggle escapes your lips as you crane your head to the side, pulse thrumming beneath his lips. âI love you, too.â
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Perfect / Love Wonât Die
Dominick âSonnyâ Carisi x Reader âą Law and Order SVU âą Domestic Fluff, AFAB!Reader
Summary: Sonny happily holds the bouquet of flowers he bought for his girlfriend only for her to open the door and start crying. He immediately panics, but soon finds himself amused when she reveals the true reason for her tears. AO3
A/N: Iâve never posted any of my SVU imagines, but I had to with this one :) Happy 2024! My resolution is to post more of my work so Iâm digging through all my drafts and posting them lol. Enjoy husband material Carisi <3
In all the six months you had been dating Sonny, there were never many problems that couldnât be resolved with a simple conversation or a hug and a kiss on the cheek. As far as Sonny was concerned, it was the perfect relationship. He had gotten to know all your little habits; likes and dislikes, pet peeves, niche obsessions. Six months wasnât exactly a super long time but it wasnât short either. After only half a year of dating each other, heâd confidently testify that he had fallen in love with you deeply, enough to want to spend the rest of his life with you. He was happy to get married, have babies, grow old togetherâŠthe whole shebang.
Things were going steady with you. He couldnât imagine himself being with anybody else, and he was over the moon to know that you felt the samw way. Long late-night conversations about the future the two of you dreamed of revealed that you wanted him to be a part of it as much as he wanted you. Sure, Sonny was aware of how much of a (hopeless) romantic he could be sometimes, but that was in the past, and all of those relationships werenât with the right people. His sisters had been talking his ear off ever since high school, warning him about women that would only break his heart. It made him wince just to think about all the red flags they ticked off angrily; gold-diggers, manipulators, emotionally unstable women, emotionally unavailable womenâŠand the likes of it. That and their own broken-heart experiences that prompted very fuelled lectures of examples of men Sonny shouldnât follow always rang in his mind, even until now.
Heâd also been made well aware of how right they were about his exes with a bunch of âI told you soâsâ and narrowed eyes, but those relationships were in the past and he was much, much younger (and dumber) than he is now. He only had a couple of serious relationships in his adulthood, which ended up not being the right fit for either parties. Then, his love life got buried under the heavy, heavy load of police work and law school and he never found the time to make himself available in the dating pool. He was always too tired, too beat, too mentally drained. It was never a priority.
Then everything came to a stop and his whole world wouldnât do anything but revolve around you. Sonny was smitten, like a lovesick puppy who got shot by cupidâs nuclear-powered bazooka as fate would have it.
He never felt this way about anyone in his life before, it was a feeling he relished in and was adamant on not letting go.
You were perfect.
Obviously, you had your flaws, but all only human, none of them fatal. Like how you had a habit of ordering too much food but he ends up being the one to finish it up when you realised your eyes had been bigger than your appetite â but he didnât mind that at all, in fact he secretly loved being able to feast like a King â or how sometimes, you would arrive 10 minutes late to your dates on one of your busiest weeks, which he never complained about because he had his fair share of being unpunctual as well. Plus, you always made it up to him one way or another.
You were absolutely perfect, inside and out. Sonny thanked God everyday for sending a woman as smart, beautiful and kind as you his way. Heâs never felt so lucky.
Sonny knew and loved everything about you, down to your weirdest quirks. If there was a Jeopardy! game where the topic was You, heâd be waving around his trophy like a mad man. What you didnât tell him, he learned. It was the same way you got to know him. The two of you were always honest with each other, trust being the pillar of your relationship, it was why you got along so well. You knew how to make him happy, as he did for you.
So, why is it that you were crying as he handed you a bouquet of your favourite flowers as soon as you opened the door to your apartment?
âHey, hey, whatâs wrong?â His sweet smile dropped to a concerned frown, uncomfortable and nervous at your sudden reaction.
There you were in front of him, dressed in your most comfortable pair of pyjama pants and an oversized tee that he was sure once belonged to him, messy hair up that he found extremely adorable. Nothing seemed out of place, except for the fact thatâŠwell, you were crying.
He always brought you flowers. Was he late? He glanced at the clock on your wall. NoâŠwas it something he said? Something he did? SomethingâŠhe totally forgot about?
âNothing- no, everythingâs fine, nothingâs wrong.â You sniffed, hugging the fresh bouquet close to your chest, dipping your nose into the floral fragrance to smell it only to find that the tears had triggered an onslaught of snot. That only made you cry more.
The bubble of nerves in Sonnyâs chest was bursting at this point, he was almost worried he was having a heart attack. âDoll, youâre crying, somethingâs wrong.â
He held out an arm to pull you into a hug and you eagerly sunk into his embrace. You buried your face into the fabric of his suit jacket, breathing in what you could of his faded perfume. His calloused hands stroked your hair, softly caressing your head as he cradled it. He gently peeled you off of him to get a better look of your face, now red and eyes puffy from sobbing.
He held your cheeks between his palms and you pouted, looking up at him with sad doe-like eyes, and if that didnât break his heart that he must not have one because the look on your face was shattering him in every possible way right now. One of his thumbs swiped a fresh tear off your cheek, he felt you nuzzle into his hand.
The tall blond gently led you to your couch and set the flowers down on the coffee table before cuddling up with you close to his chest. You wrapped your arms around him desperately, wanting nothing more than to be absolutely engulfed by everything Sonny â scent, skin and biceps.
âYouâre killing me sweetheart, you gotta tell me whatâs gotten you all upset like this.â You felt him kiss the top of your head and love bloomed in your chest immediately. âCome on, doll, whatâs up?â
You sighed, big and loud, huffing away all the choked up tears with one big breath. âI swear itâs nothing. Iâm so stupid.â
He was quiet for a while until you felt his voice vibrate from his chest again, âWas itâŠme? Did I do something wrong?â
You whipped your head to look at him, only to be greeted with a very worried expression.
Oh, Sonny. Oh, sweet heavenly innocent Sonny. How could you not love this man with every fibre of your being when heâs got that look in his eyes? The one where his pupils are so dilated, you could see your reflection in his big, blue puppy eyes.
How could you have been so careless?! Of course heâd think you were crying because of him, the sweet stupid man â God, you loved him so much. The thought only made you more emotionalâŠand just like that the waterworks came rushing back in.
âOh, God, Sonny-â you hiccuped, pulling yourself away from him to put your face in your hands. âIâm so sorry- itâs not your fault at all,â
The lovesick, worried-sick man shot up next to you to pull you into his arms once again, stomach churning at the wave of emotions you were going through. He couldnât even detective his way through this, his mind going haywire with every sniff that came from you.
âThen what is it?â He tried to keep the panic out of his voice, âDid something happen at work? Is it that asshole again?â
With what he dealt with at his job, it wasnât out of the question for his mind to be going down that dark path, but he shoved his anger and panic down to focus on your well-being, remaining rational until you were calm.
That made you shoot up to look at him again, words tumbling out of your mouth hurriedly to curb his worries. âNo, no! Iâm okay, Iâm absolutely fine, Todd â that ass â didnât do anything to me, I promise you, I swear to God. And itâs not you, itâs not anything even remotely related to anything sane at all. I donât even know why Iâm getting all worked up over a bunch of random things, itâs just soââ
âDoll.â Your boyfriendâs voice pulled you out of your rambling. The loving concern that radiated off of him was enough to bring you back to your senses. Gently, he asked again. âWhat is it?â
You melted immediately, both embarrassed and exhausted from all the sobbing you had been doing. âIâm on my period.â
Oh.
Oh!
âI know, Iâm not usually this emotionally affected but my hormones are all over the place and my TV decided to autoplay The Notebook, now Iâm a mess.â You sniffed. âIâm so sorry. You shouldnât have seen me like this, much less deal with me.â
It was only then that the detective noticed the TV screen, paused on Ryan Goslingâs frowning face.
He tried to stifle his amusement, but it came out in a fit of giggles, much to your dismay.
âItâs not funny.â You pouted.
âI justâ I thoughtââ His laughter consumed him, shoulders shaking as he held up his palms to his face and ran his fingers through his hair, uncaring of how it would mess it up. Sonny leaned back into the couch and continued to laugh with his hands over his face.
âIâm sorry.â Your voice was so quiet it came out like a squeak, ashamed of how you cried like a baby in front of him. Although the two of you spent plenty times over at each otherâs places and hanging out with each other, over the six months he knew you, you never had your hormones hit you this hard. It wasnât uncommon to you, but it wasnât a regular occurrence either, and it certainly wasnât an event Sonny had the pleasure of experiencingâŠuntil today.
âItâs okay if youâd prefer to be at your own place right now, I totally get it. I wonât be offended in the least, okay? Iâll call you in the morning.â Some men in the past have been weirded out when this happened to you, so you werenât lying when you said you wouldnât be offended ïżœïżœ it was âyour faultâ anyway, that was what you had grown accustomed to.
But Sonny, the ever-loving and understanding guy, did not share the same view. Of course not! Raised-with-sisters, loves-his-mother, thoroughly Italian, good-Catholic-man-who-respects-women Sonny, would never in a million years ever even think about being upset with you just because your period messed with your emotions. And thatâs why you werenât sure why you were so surprised when he responded to your offer with a kiss.
This was Sonny. He would never think lowly of you because of something you couldnât control.
âThatâs crazy talk, doll.â He mumbled into the kiss, smiling as he continued to love on your lips. âIâd never leave you alone like this.â
You pulled away a bit to properly look at his face, âReally?â
This was the man your heart belonged to. You donât know how you didnât explode when he gave you the most charming smile that ever graced his lips.
âReally.â
Everything you were worried about solved itself into place, like sentient puzzle pieces figuring themselves out with confidence.
âYouâre too good for me.â
Unabashedly, you continued to make out with your boyfriend on your couch, a newfound appreciation driving you mad with love.
âIâm only for you, babe. Donât need anyone or anything else but you.â
âââ
Now that the two of you were freshened up and settled down with mugs of hot cocoa in your hands, you and Sonny were much more at ease.
There was nothing better to Sonny than to be cuddled up with his girlfriend with her head laying on his chest. You practically clung to the arm draped over your shoulder, making a nest out of his bicep for your face â which reminded him of a koala bear, but he kept that thought to himself. He was so comfortable, so happy that this was his life. His nose pressed against your hair, the scent of your shampoo reminding him of a holiday well-spent together in Mexico. Deja Vu hit him the minute he kissed your head, laughing through his nose when he remembered the events that happened just a few hours prior.
âHey,â he nudged you with the arm you were glued to. You pulled your focus from the movie you were watching â a comedy, nothing that would make the âbloody demon hormones possess meâ as you put it â and raised your eyebrows curiously in response. âIâm just wonderinââŠâ
âHmm?â
âWhy did you cry when I gave you the flowers?â
You groaned, still somewhat embarrassed at the flurry of emotions you attacked the innocent man with. But you humoured the question anyway, âI opened the door and you were standing there, so handsome and so sickeningly charming, holding up flowers that you brought for me. You should be worried if I didnât cry.â
âWow,â he whistled. âIâm really that handsome, huh?â
You playfully hit him in the chest with your fist as you resumed your initial position, âShut up.â A smirk managed to rip itâs way through your lips. âBut mostly, I was crying because I was so sad that the flowers were going to die. I donât know, just weird how my brain works on my period.â
It was a nonchalant mention, nothing big to you, but it stuck to his mind. Flowers dying made you upset. How precious was that? He catalogued the thought, filing it away for the future. The inkling of humour tempted him, though.
âSo, not so much on the handsome part?â
You snorted, âEh, Iâll give it a 60/40.â
âIt should be in the news or something. âGuy So Handsome, Makes A Grown Woman Cryââ he gestured in the air as if there was a banner.
âHow about, âGirl So Hormonal, Makes A Grown Man Cry With Herâ?â
âPsh, I didnât cry.â
âYou so were.â
âWas not.â
You laughed, thinking heâd given it up when the sound of the movie began to fade into your hearing again.
âYou should come over the precinct, tell the guys how I can make the ladies cry just by showing up at their door.â
He wore that goofy, toothy grin you were so accustomed to whenever he was joking around.
You rolled your eyes. Then decided to mess with him. âExcuse me? Ladies? Plural?â
The grin immediately wiped off of his face. âNo- I meant lady, as in singular.â
âMhmm.â
âI meanâ no, thatâs not whatââ
âSure, Son.â The monotonous voice you used made him sweat.
âYou know youâre the only gal for me! I was just jokingâŠhey, baby, come on, look at meâŠâ
âââ
Months passed by and relationship milestones came and went. You finally met his family on month eight, and him yours. Month ten, you got a promotion at work and thankfully â not by your doing â Todd left the company. Sonny and the rest of the SVU team made a breakthrough on a case, you met his coworkers you heard so much about for the first time when he brought you along for their celebratory dinner. He was teased relentlessly for âkeeping such a wonderful woman from us all this timeâ. You enjoyed the camaraderie that they shared with each other, and felt like you won a prize when they extended it to you.
Time passed by you so fast that you barely noticed it was almost a full year since you and Sonny made it official.
The day of your anniversary, he made reservations for the two of you at a fancy restaurant â Italian, of course. You reminisced the journey of your relationship together over some fine dining and a delightful bottle of wine. The ambiance, mixed with the light-headed feeling from one too many glasses of wine, only made the love you had for Sonny so much more emphasised. It was a dream, to be loved by such an amazing man, to have found your soulmate. If you werenât at such busy points of your career, youâd literally have his babies right then and there. A couple of mini Sonnyâs would do the world good, you pondered. Unbeknownst to you, the subject of your thoughts was thinking the exact same thing, only he was dreaming up a babble of mini Youâs instead.
Sonny and you walked home together â he had basically moved into your apartment by now, he was finding it harder and harder to be separated from you at night. Having you next to him made him sleep better, and just generally being around you made him feel better â the two of you never made his move-in an official thing, but there was no need to. It was almost like you shared a telepathic connection. Although, Sonny being Sonny, will make the moving in an official thing whether you needed to or not. Maybe into an actual house, with a backyard and a huge kitchen and a family to raise in to make it a home. One day. Maybe even tomorrow. Heâd do anything, anytime with you.
âGot you something, by the way.â He grinned, keys jangling on the doorknob as he swung it open for you.
âSonny, you didnât have to.â You blushed. One year together and he still had that effect on you.
âWell, I wanted to.â
While you were taking off your shoes, he used it as a distraction to take it out of the hiding spot he so carefully planned â his height being an advantage to said plan â and waddled over in his socks to where you were sitting on the couch, handing it to you once he was sat as well.
It was a daintily patterned gift bag, not too big and not too small either, with a card attached to it on the front. You carefully removed it to read his words in neat handwriting.
Happy 1 year anniversary, doll. I love you so much. You make me the luckiest man alive. My love for you will never die.
You wanted to cry, so touched by his short but undeniably sweet words. He saw how your bottom lip jutted out, the way it usually did when emotions got the best of you, and smiled to himself with a bit of pride in getting his words right.
Slowly, you pried the top of the bag open, only discovering a plastic dome. âCareful.â Your boyfriend noted.
You wondered what it was, going over all the possibilities in your head as you took it out of the bag; lava lamp, necklace, tiny bottle, lanternâŠonly to gasp when you saw what it really was inside.
A small sphere-shaped cactus with a crown of pink flowers, placed inside a white ceramic pot with the words, âMy love for you will never dieâ engraved in cursive writing around it.
Ahhhh, here come the waterworks.
âSonny,â your eyebrows scrunched up, lips fully pouting now. âThis is the sweetest fucking gift ever.â
Your use of words didnât go unnoticed by the smiling man, earning you a chuckle out of him. âI remember the time you cried when I brought you flowers, and you told me it was because you were sad âbout them dyingâŠitâs cheesy, I know. Corny, a bit. But I thought youâd like it.â
The rising inflection of his voice gave away his nerves, but you were quick to make your appreciation known. âI do, I do! Itâs just the most beautiful and thoughtful gift anyoneâs ever given me. Thank you, baby. Iâm- AwâŠâ
You choked up and he took that as his cue to pull you into his arms, careful to set the prickly plant down so you wouldnât accidentally get hurt.
âItâs true though, my love will never die. Youâre stuck with me for as long as you want me.â
âYou know Iâm shit at keeping plants alive, Son!â You couldnât help the wavering in your voice, âOh, but this is just so, so sweet. Youâre just too cute for your own good.â
âWell, I was cute enough for you to accept the babbling guy who asked you out a year ago.â The giggling that followed made his blue eyes seem brighter.
âYeah, I couldnât say no to that face.â
You took the comfortable silence that ensued as a segue to your own offering to him, âSpeaking of this cactus being put at the risk of dying, Iâm gonna have to appoint someone to remind me it needs water every now and then.â
âIâm assuming that would be me?â
âYup.â You shifted around to look through your purse. âSo, I was thinkingâŠâ
Sonny narrowed his eyes at you, âThinkingâŠ?â
You held out your palm and reached out for his, dropping a familiar weight into his hands. As soon as you pulled your hands away, the object revealed itself to be a single silver key with a brown leather strap keychain attached to the ring, âDet. Carisiâ engraved on one side and âSonnyâ on the other.
He looked up at you, meeting eager eyes that matched his own. You were practically bouncing with giddiness, excited to reach yet another milestone.
âMove in with me? Officially?â
God, you were so perfect.
âAbso-fucking-lutely.â
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I need to say this anonymously because I feel so dirty for thinking this but oh my god step brother Sonny with a breeding kink (maybe his wife canât have kids but Sonny wants some?) so he holds you down (dub-con? I suppose, maybe a slightly established relationship.) and pumps you full of his cum going on about how youâll look so good with his babies HAHDQJFJANDNAJ I NEED TO TEAR MY SKIN OFF I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT ugh just give me your babies pls Sonny
OMFGSHSB tws: stepcest, breeding kink, consensual step-incest, sly sex, quiet sex, dirty talk, coercion, AFAB reader, no gendered pronouns or persons or names, slight religious guilt.
NSFW under the cut
@noellawrites â€ïž
Sonnyâs hand was pressed against your mouth, trying to keep you as quiet as possible. The carisi household was either a quiet house or a house that was a few decibels higher than it should be. And right now, there was an unnatural middleâkids running around, the adults laughing downstairsâbut if you made any noise higher than a whimper or a low moan, there would be a fifty percent chance it would be heard.
Tucked away in a bedroom closet, sonny was grinding his exposed cock on your wet with arousal underwear. Propped up on a low shelf, the position was just good enough for a quick, good fuck.
But sonny liked to take his time, to tease you.
âplease,â you begged. It was muffled by his hand, and you tore your eyes from the cock that was rubbing against your clothed swollen clit.
âWhat was that?â Sonny teased, âcouldnât hear ya, need to speak up, kiddo.â
your hips tilted to try and catch the tip of his cock, but he was more skilled than you and continued to drag his cock on your crotch.
Sonny was kind, though, and he took his hand off your mouth temporarily to hear you out.
âplease put your cock in me,â you begged, lust took over your body and mind that there wasnât any shyness behind your voice. Only need.
Sonny smirked, âdepends, baby⊠ya gonna make me put on a condom?â
Sonny knew your thoughts on protection; you figured you were too young to have a baby, with your whole life ahead of youâyou didnât want a baby to throw your life off track. With a shitty barista cafĂš job, still living with your mom and step-father at twenty-one years old and in college debt; this would be the worst time to get pregnant.
âSonnyâŠâ you closed your eyes.
âCâmon⊠baby, would it really be that bad? Ya could move in with meâIâll take care âa ya nâ the baby,â
Sonnyâs mind was lust-clouded as well, but he meant what he said. If you got pregnant with his baby? Heâd step up, be the father he was born to be.
âI canât, sonnyâŠâ
Sonny pulled your damp underwear to the side and the fat, red head of his cock kissed your clit and you let out a low moan.
âYa ever thought âbout how good itâll feel when I go in raw, baby? Ever touch yaâself to the thought of me cumminâ in ya?â
You have, and you did. The condom was always put on because sonny respected you and respected the fact you didnât want to get knocked upâand if you did, explaining to your parents that the father of your child was your own step-brother wouldnât go down easily, either.
Your legs spread a little wider when he started to grind his cock through your wet pussy lips, closing your eyes to focus on the delight between your legs.
âLeast lemme put it in raw, doll,â Sonny asked and he placed the pad of his thumb on your clit and rubbed slowly to further convince you. And it didnât take much to do so.
âfuck⊠okay,â you breathe, agreeing.
Sonny smiled, gleefully, and bit his bottom lip as he eased the tip of his fat cock inside you.
The burn was what got you first, and after so long without having your big brother inside you, it felt brand new.
The moan that left your mouth was louder than he wanted, âshhâquiet,â he warned, and he slid a hand from your thigh to your cheek, and he put his thumb in your mouth.
âFeelthâs sâtho goothd,â you slurred around his thumb, and your eyelids were half-lidded. And his tip was barely inside you.
âFeels bettaâ without a condom, huh?â Sonny smirked as he eased more of himself inside your sopping, tight pussy.
You nodded repeatedly, and your eyes glanced down to his cock slipping inside you and your eyelids fluttered shut.
ââMagine how good itâll feel if I cum in ya, baby.. feelinâ me spill inside of ya, fillinâ ya upâŠ.â
You moaned around his digit and tipped your head back against the cramped wall. His cock started to move inside of you, and you had forgotten what he felt like inside you, and then you wondered how you went so long without him pumping inside you.
Sonny took his thumb out from your mouth and used it to rub your clit, and you had to bite your lip to keep yourself quiet. âReally wanna fill ya up, baby,â Sonny moaned, tipping his head to the side.
Your pussy was unlike anything heâs ever felt before, so tight and grips him in the best way possibleâand all he thinks about is cumming deep inside of you, filling you up and knocking you up. Hell, if his own girlfriend put out a little more then he wouldnât have to drive all the way home to fuck his step-siblingâbut by god, he loves it. Addicted, almost. The way your body gripped him and never wanted to let him go, how your arousal dripped from your pussy as he fucked youâno one has reacted as you have.
Your walls fluttered around his cock, the first telltale sign that you were close to an orgasm and with the added pleasure of his thumb rubbing your clit, it was happening fast.
You never expected a nice, long, sensual fuck in a cramped bedroom closet. The top of your step-brothers head had to hunch over as not to smack against the high shelf with each hard thrust of his hips. And Sonny knew your body somehow better than yourself, playing it like an instrument for so many years now. Imagining it as he touched himself as night.
âYa gonna cum, baby?â Sonny groaned.
You nodded, feeling your lower pelvis bubble with anticipation of the orgasm creeping up on you.
âUh huh,â you moaned.
Sonnyâs cock moved inside you harder, banging you hard against the wall as he chased his own orgasm.
âGonna cum inside ya baby,â
Your eyes fluttered open, ân⊠no, sonnyâcanât,â
ââM gonna fill ya up with my baby, honey, see ya swell with my baby, fuck ya everyday tilâ ya give birth.â
before you could say anything, your jaw dropped ever so slightly as sonny fucked you into a powerful orgasmâan orgasm only he could give you, youâve come to learn. Your velvety walls sucked him in and that was just enough to tip sonny over the edge.
His back bowed over you and he stifled his groan by pressing his lips into your neck, pumping his cock somehow even deeper inside you as he came. You gasped as you felt the spurts of his cum inside you, your hands grasping at him and you didnât know whether to push him away to pull him closer.
âSonny,â you moaned, and your step-brother peppered kisses on your neck as he prolonged his orgasm.
âsee? felt real good, didnât it?â
What sonny didnât expect was a hit to his solid chest, and he removed his face from your neck.
âI told you not to cum in me!â you told him in a hushed whisper, finger pointing into his chest.
âToo late now, anyway,â he said as he stood (as straight as he could in the closet) and his cock was still inside you. You couldnât deny how good it felt, and he was totally right about that; but you told him from day one that you never wanted to even risk being knocked up.
âyouâre gonna have to buy me a plan b,â you told him, âI canât⊠Iâve told you i canât get pregnant,â
âI ainât buyinâ you plan b, sweetheart, itâs against our religion. hey, if god wants ya knocked up by me, then heâll do it.â
Sonny only chuckled and kissed you, and you hesitated for a moment but you were always weak for him, kissing him back as he pulled out and the first thing you felt was your argument falling apart as you felt so empty, his cock filled you in the best possible way. Sonny watched in the dim light as his white cum started to drip out of you; then he took his finger and fucked it back inside you.
âAinât wastinâ that,â he commented.
âI hate you,â you mutter, and you donât know if thereâs any meaning behind it as he softly fingers your raw, swollen pussy; pushing his cum as deep as it could go.
ânah, âya love me. or at least âya pussy does,â he laughs, leaving a kiss on your cheek.
your stepbrother knew he had you hypnotized by his cock, and now his DNA was inside of you, ready to start making a baby inside you.
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Hi lovely đ Wanted to offer a story idea that popped into my head in case it inspired you. Otherwise feel free to ignore!
The reader has never had an orgasm. Sheâs had sex before, just has never come. Itâs her first time sleeping with Sonny, and he almost effortlessly gets her to come with just his hands. Her mind is blown, Sonnyâs shocked that you'd never had one before, and his ego is boosted sky high knowing that he was able to give you your first đ
Sonny Carisi:Â Pursuit Of Pleasure NSFWÂ
Iâm so sorry this took so long to get out. I have been in such a funk and have been having a really hard time getting words down on paper. I really liked this idea so I hope I did it justice as Iâm coming out of my writer's block. Â
You smiled at Sonny as he laid you back onto his bed, his lips kissing and sucking at your throat and down your collarbone. You felt a heat build in your lower stomach. It was pleasant and warm. You knew it wouldn't last. If never did.Â
It was his fault. It was nobodyâs fault. You simply couldnât orgasm. Â
You could, however, enjoy the buildup before it inevitably faded. You sink into his hot open-mouthed kisses, enjoying the feel of his rough hands caressing your body. The delectable roll of his hips against yours, his hard cock pressing against your wet center. He had stripped you almost bare. Only your soaked panties remain. His hand snuck between your bodies rubbing you through the cotton material. You arch his mouth that is sucking at your nipple and he bites teasingly making you groan.Â
Sonny moves your panties to the side pushing a finger into your wanting entrance pumping it inside of you. Another shortly follows as he picks up his pace curling his fingers deep inside you. The heat pulls tighter in your lower stomach as you unconsciously rock your hips in time with his movements. His thumb finds you clit and starts rubbing gentle but firm circles against it. Â
Your nails dig into his back as you feel the pressure build and curl tighter and tighter. You wait for it to disappear. It doesnât. âSonny,â You feel strange and out of control as it tightens to a snapping point. You collapse against the bed as waves of white-hot pleasure echo through your body. His ministrations donât stop and it is almost too much to take as aftershocks of pleasure shoot through you curling your toes.Â
You lay there completely boneless and gasping trying to get your neurons to start firing properly again. Sonny notices your reaction and caresses your cheek comfortingly. âYou still with me Doll?â You meet your boyfriend's concerned gaze. Then you scan him in disbelief. He had made you come. Â
You had slept with a handful of men who had tried to get you off. The more considerate ones had spent almost an hour trying and failing. But Dominick Carisi- he could get you off in less than ten minutes, still mostly dressed using his fingers. That was insane. You could barely believe it and you had just experienced it. âYou...you made come.â You were breathless and in awe.Â
Sonnyâs eyebrows scrunched as he chuckled, âWell yeah, that was the goal. A woman should always come first.â His words were nonchalant.
âIt was first,â Sonny still looked a little confused as he nodded along with you, âNo, Sonny- like my first ever.â His face went blank and then the look of disbelief took over his own features. Â
âLike ever, ever?â You echoed his words in agreement. âYouâre a virgin?â Your face flushed brightly with embarrassment.Â
âNo, Iâve had sex before. Iâve just never- you know.â You trailed off.Â
âOrgasmed.â He supplied and you covered your face with your hands trying to turn into the bed. He pushed gently at your shoulder to keep you on your back. âHey, hey, hey,â He soothed, âItâs okay, it's nothing to be embarrassed about- at least nothing you should be embarrassed about.â He brushes your hands away to press a kiss to your lips. âIâm honored to be the first.â A cocky grin takes over his face, his eyes darkening with lust. âBut it wonât be your last of the night. That was just light foreplay baby. Tonight, Iâm going to take you on a pursuit of pleasure that you will never forget. And Iâm going to start by eating you out until your legs shake.â Your core clenches hard as the flame relights in your belly at his words. Â Â
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Iâve been watching Law and Order SVU. I have a couple things to say. Iâm on season 11 episode 15.
1.I hate Elliot Stabler with every fiber of my being.
2.Olivia needs to fucking get away from Elliot Stabler he like suffocates her with his toxic masculinity.
3.Alex Cabot makes me irate I really really really donât fucking like her.
4.Odafin Tutuola can fucking get it. Iâm a slut for that man.
5.The only reason Iâm watching this show is to get to Dominick âSonnyâ Carisi and Rafael Barba. But by god waiting for them is like waiting for rain in a drought. Iâve seen edits of them and read a lot of fanfic about them before I even started watching this show. I need them so bad.
6.I once again really hate Elliot Stabler and he makes me want to punch him.
7.Munch is hilarious and I love him.
8.I think they took Chester Lake from us too soon, I wanted more of him.
9.Does Olivia Benson really need to be romantically involved with like every man that comes on the damn screenđ
10.Just about every single A.D.A has made me have such an ick. Hopefully Barba redeems the title when he shows up.
11.I love Olivia when she isnât hanging around Stabler.
12.I get that Olivia and Stabler are supposed to be a big bad iconic duo but they are just getting annoying as fuck.
13.I want more Olivia and Fin! They are so good together.
14.Why has Cragen not fired Elliot? Like heâs a constant fucking problem, heâs not even that great of a detective, just drop his ass.
15.Melinda Warner is a slay. Iâd be between her legs for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
16.Give me more Ruben Morales! Heâs very interesting to me.
17.OâHalloran deserved better. I wish heâd remained alive. I miss himđ©
18.Trevor Langan is hot as hell and I wanna take him for a ride.
19.I am fully in love with George Huang in like a completely platonic I look up to him kinda way. I want him to be my bestie.
20.I didnât mind Novak but hated that they reused an actress that was arrested and convicted just like a season prior or whatever.
21.I wish Dean Winters was still around, I think him and Fin would have a blast fucking with Munch.
22.Why Kathy hasnât left Stabler and stayed away is beyond me.
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23.I love Ken, if anything happens to Ken Iâll riot. Ken deserves to be protected at all costs.
24.If Fin told me to sit down l, Iâd be sat. Thereâs just something about himđ€€
25.Has Elliot slept with like every partner other than Olivia?
26.I do not ship Olivia and Elliot. Sue me. I donât care.
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Objection! Part 5
Rafael Barba x fem!Carisi!reader
2.1k word count
Summary All you wanted was to be a lawyer like your big brother Sonny. So what happens when you get a job working under the famous ADA Rafael Barba
slow-burn, colleague to friends to lovers
Previous Chapter / Next Chapter
For months the days where just as busy as that first day. Some days were filled with paperwork, some days were spent entirely at the courthouse. More and more I was working independently of Rafael only crossing paths briefly to hand off files or to discuss a case. Rafael had even organised me my own office. As much as I enjoyed the newfound freedom within the DAâs office, I was also missing being so close to Rafael. We still had a little meetings, casual lunches and nights out with the SVU team, but it became less of us and more the whole team.
Finally, a case came up that allowed me to work closely with Rafael again. What started as a runaway with no connection to SVU and turned into a possible stranger abduction had become a massive manhunt for a yet unknown person who was enjoying taunting Rafael in the form of letters with clues which to places with more clues that lead to dead ends. 2 months and hundreds of mans hours had been put into finding this person and we were still no closer. No name, no witnesses, no evidence and 7 missing teenagers. We had rearranged the entire SVU pull pen pushing all tables to the sides and filling the middle of the room with drawing boards. I was currently sat staring at the clues we had been sent. The first ever letter we received from this guy told us that we would find the missing teen just by following his clues. Yet all the clues had led to dead ends. Something wasnât adding up, something didnât make sense.
âY/n we have to go update the mayorâ Rafael said coming to a stop next to me.
âYeah, yeah comingâ
âYouâve been staring at these notes for agesâ Rafael sliding his hands into his pockets.
âSomethings bothering me about them. I feel like weâve missed somethingâ I say eyes not leaving the boards in front of me.
âYouâve been working for almost 40 hours, lets update the mayor then you can go home and get some sleep.â Rafael held out a hand to help me up.
I took Rafaelâs hand and stood, though my eyes lingered on the boards a second longer. The sketches, cryptic letters, and scribbled coordinates seemed to mock me, each taunt from our unknown suspect ringing louder in my mind. But he was rightâI needed a clear head if I was going to see whatever was lurking in the details.
As we made our way to the mayor's office, I replayed the clues in my mind, hoping a fresh perspective or a conversation might help connect the dots. This case had turned into something personal for everyone involved, especially for Rafael, whose frustration was mounting with each letter that slipped through our fingers and led to nothing.
In the elevator, he broke the silence. âYou know, weâre close. I can feel it.â
I glanced at him, seeing the exhaustion mirrored in his expression. But there was something else tooâa simmering determination that made me feel as if we were on the brink of a breakthrough.
âYou think heâs messing with us on purpose?â I asked, voicing a theory that had been nagging me.
âAbsolutely. Heâs got a plan,â Rafael said, his jaw tight. âAnd he wants us chasing our tails.â
The elevator doors opened to reveal the marble hall leading to the mayorâs office, but before we could step out, Rafael's phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and his face darkened.
âItâs another message.â
A chill ran down my spine as he opened the new text. Another cryptic line: "When you reach the end of the labyrinth, the prize will be in plain sight. If you just open your eyes." It was as if the perpetrator could sense our frustration, even knew that we were about to speak with the mayor.
âAnother clue,â I whispered, looking over Rafaelâs shoulder. But something was different this time. The toneâit wasnât taunting. It was almost... instructional.
Rafael took a deep breath, as if steadying himself. âLooks like weâre not going home anytime soon.â
âNo,â I said, a spark of determination reigniting. âBut I think weâre finally starting to understand his game.â
As we turned back toward the precinct, abandoning the meeting with the mayor, my exhaustion melted into resolve. Iâd follow every hint, trace every step. This time, I was determined to beat him at his own game.
âŠ
The precinct was quiet, nearly deserted, with only the faint hum of overhead lights filling the silence. Midnight was approaching, and most of the team had taken off for a quick break. Olivia and Rafael had left to grab food for everyone, Amanda was somewhere in the break room nursing yet another coffee, and Sonny was curled up in the bunk room, catching some much-needed rest. Finn had gone out hours ago to chase down a lead.
I sat in front of the board, staring at the latest clue weâd pinned up: "When you reach the end of the labyrinth, the prize will be in plain sight. If you just open your eyes."
A familiar presence broke the silence beside me as Nick ambled over, arms crossed, eyes scanning the chaotic tangle of clues, locations, and scrawled notes weâd collected over the past two months. Heâd been watching me closely for a while, occasionally throwing out theories, but mostly letting me sift through my own thoughts.
âStill chewing on that one?â he asked, tilting his head toward the new clue.
I nodded, barely looking at him. âYeah. This oneâs different. Itâs⊠almost like heâs taunting us less, like heâs trying to lead us to something.â
Nick furrowed his brow, clearly considering it. âOr maybe heâs getting cocky, slipping up a little.â
I tapped my pen against my notebook, scanning the list of locations weâd already searched, the cryptic clues leading us from one dead-end to another. I was exhausted, but something kept gnawing at me, like an itch I couldnât quite scratch. Weâd been to all these places, followed every lead, yet somehow, I felt like Iâd been staring right at the answer without seeing it.
My mind flashed back to the first letterâthe one heâd sent that started this whole twisted game. "You'll find them if you look beyond the obvious."
A realization hit me, cold and electric. âNick,â I whispered, my voice barely audible. âWhat if weâve been overthinking this? Maybe the answer isnât at the end of some long, winding pathâitâs been right in front of us all along.â
Nick leaned in, interest sparking in his eyes. âYou think heâs hidden something weâve overlooked?â
âYes. Or maybe heâs been hiding in plain sight, knowing weâd miss it because we were too focused on finding something complex.â I scanned the board again, every location weâd been to flickering through my mind. Parks, subway stations, alleys, all public spaces with no clear connection other than being⊠central.
My eyes widened. âNick, what if heâs been using these places to form a pattern, like a⊠map?â
Nick straightened, a gleam of understanding lighting his face. âSo you think heâs been leading us in circlesâmaybe around somewhere specific?â
âExactly.â I felt my pulse quicken. âI think heâs been taunting us by leading us right around his hiding spot, and heâs getting a thrill out of knowing we havenât found it. But I need to check, and I canât explain why just yet.â
I turned to Nick, urgency thickening in my voice. âCome with me. We have to go now, but donât tell anyone. Not until weâre sure.â
He looked at me, searching my face, his jaw tightening as he weighed my request. Then, without another word, he grabbed his jacket off the back of a nearby chair. âAlright, Iâm with you.â
We slipped out of the precinct, moving quickly and quietly down the stairwell and out the back exit. The chill of the night air hit me as we stepped onto the empty street, adrenaline sparking through my veins.
âYou have any idea where weâre headed?â he asked as we walked.
I gave him a small smile, my confidence growing. âI do. I just hope Iâm right.â
And as we headed toward our destination, a strange sense of clarity washed over me. The missing piece was within reach; I could feel it. This time, we werenât going to let him slip through our fingers.
The streets were empty as Nick and I navigated our way through the quiet alleys, following my hunch toward one of the oldest and most forgotten parts of New Yorkâs sewer system. With each step, the city above felt more distant, the buildings looming like silent witnesses to our descent. We slipped through an unmarked, rusted gate, making our way down a narrow, crumbling stairwell that reeked of mold and decay. Somewhere ahead of us was an answerâa clue, maybe even one of the missing teensâbut right now, every instinct was screaming that this was a mistake.
âAre you sure about this?â Nick murmured as we approached a door at the end of the passage, barely visible in the dim light of my flashlight.
âPositive,â I whispered back, my voice tight with anticipation and dread. The door was dented and corroded, with a single piece of paper pinned to it. I lifted my flashlight, illuminating a simple, handwritten message: Welcome, Rafael Barba.
A shiver ran down my spine as I stared at the name, the ink bold and deliberate. âHe was expecting Rafael,â I whispered, pulling the note down with a trembling hand.
Nick glanced around, his hand instinctively reaching for his gun. âLooks like he planned something special.â
I crumpled the note, stuffing it in my pocket. âWeâre here now. Letâs see what he had in mind.â
I pushed the door open, and we stepped inside, the smell of damp concrete and rust thickening in the air. Before I could react, the door slammed shut behind us with a heavy clang, echoing through the tunnel as it locked into place. Nick spun around, yanking on the handle, but it didnât budge.
âItâs locked,â he muttered, frustration flashing in his eyes.
I felt my stomach twist as an unsettling silence settled over us, thick and foreboding. And then, a crackle overheadâa faint hum of static that made my heart pound. Somewhere in the darkness, an intercom system buzzed to life, and a voice filled the room, low and edged with disappointment.
âWell, well,â the voice drawled, with an eerie calmness that sent chills down my spine. âI was expecting Rafael Barba. But instead, he sends his⊠assistant.â A pause, as if he were savoring the surprise. âNot what I had hoped for. But I suppose youâll do.â
I clenched my fists, anger simmering beneath my fear. âIf you wanted Barba, maybe you shouldâve faced him directly, instead of hiding behind your little clues.â
The voice chuckled, a cold, amused sound. âYou misunderstand, my dear. This was never about facing Barbaâit was about creating something he couldnât ignore. A labyrinth, an elaborate little puzzle designed just for him. I wanted to watch him sweat, watch him chase his own tail. Just like I had to do when I begged him to take my sisters caseâ He paused, his tone turning playful. âBut now, it seems Iâll get to see you and your friend test your wits instead.â
Nick tightened his grip on his flashlight, his jaw clenched. âWeâre not playing your game.â
âOh, but you already are,â the voice purred. âIn fact, youâre at the very heart of it.â
I scanned the room, my pulse racing. The walls were lined with passages, each one barely visible in the dim light, twisting and disappearing into darkness. The intercom crackled again, the voice practically dripping with satisfaction.
âIâve left you a series of clues,â he continued, âif you can find them, that is. Each path you choose will lead you deeper into the labyrinth. Or⊠to a dead end.â He laughed softly, the sound echoing around us. âAnd who knows? Maybe youâll even get out alive.â
Nick shot me a look, his expression deadly serious. âWhatâs the plan, then?â
I took a deep breath, steadying myself. âWe play along. For now. But we stay sharp and look for a way to turn this back on him. He thinks heâs got us trapped, but thatâs his first mistake.â
The intercom crackled again. âTick-tock, Y/N. Time is running out. Iâll be watchingâdonât disappoint me.â
The line went silent, leaving us in darkness, with only the soft, persistent drip of water echoing through the tunnels. I gritted my teeth, the weight of the situation sinking in. He wanted a game? Weâd give him one he wouldnât forget.
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Hi my love! Hope youâre having a wonderful day! How aboutâŠ
Baking with Sonny? Reader is stressed about having to make something for work/family gathering & he insists on helping, some cute fluffy cuteness! đ„°
Baking Mishaps
âš Covering the baking square from @storiesofsvu's holiday bingo âš

You had thought it would all be easy. These gifts would be affordable and delicious. That was until you stood in the middle of your kitchen with four different timers going off, the counters and floor a mess, youâd even managed to somehow get chocolate onto the wall cabinets, tears streaming down your face. Baking was supposed to be relaxing. You absolutely loved baking on your free time, so how was it you suddenly had no idea what you were doing?
Just as you pulled out a tray of burnt peppermint cookies, burning your hand in the process, there was a knock at the door. You quickly pressed a cold, wet towel to the burnt area and ran to answer the door, ready to apologize to whoever it was for the state you were currently in.Â
«Counselor Carisiâwhat can I help you with?!» You looked up at him in surprise.Â
He was equally surprised, «Donât tell me you forgot already? You asked me to come over and help you study for your end of term examâ»
You had in fact, completely forgotten. In the rush of it all, all plans youâd made three weeks ago and earlier, were gone long ago. «Iâm so sorryâbut now is not a good timeâ»
«Need help with what youâre doing right now?» He asked, walking into your apartment without asking first. Then he took in the sight before him. The kitchen looked like a war zone, worse you realized from where the two of you stood now. «Whatâs going on here?»Â
And you finally broke down, crying into your hands, not helping the burnt one at all. «Iâm trying to make little baked treats for everyone, since everything is so expensive these days, and Iâm trying to save up so I wonât have to take out a student loan», you rambled on.
«Well, in that case, Iâm helping!» He stated, matter-of-factly, shrugging out of his coat and suit jacket, heâd apparently come straight from the office.Â
No matter how much you protested, he wouldnât budge, simply marched you into the kitchen and made you sit on the counter next to the sink, after heâd wiped it down, and turned the faucet on, telling you to cool down the burn. «How did youâ»
«You flinched in pain when your head hit your handsâplus that towel is wet.» He was too smart, for, well, for you first of all.
While you sat there he quickly cleaned up the worse of the mess before he set his mind on the baking, following the different recipes you had on the counter.
Two hours and a lot of dishes later, Sonny closed the lid on the final glass of goodies, and turned to where you were still sat on the counter.Â
«How can I repay you, Dominick?» You asked, missing how his eyes became dreamy at how you said his name.Â
He simply shook his head and smiled. «Ya donât have to repay me, Iâm just happy I could help. Howâs the hand?»Â
You showed him your hand and he came over to inspect it. «So youâre a baker, a doctor and an ada? What canât you do?» That made him laugh and he looked up at you, both of you then realizing how close you were.Â
«Iâve been told Iâm a great kisser too.» He tried, and you practically pleaded for him to prove it, which he did, finally sealing your lips with his, in what felt like the softest kiss ever.
«Theyâre absolutely right.» You said dreamily when he pulled away, and he let out a hearty laugh before kissing you again.
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Sis!! Iâm so excited to see more of Mafia!Sonny!! đ©đ«¶đŒâ€ïž
Mafia!Sonny AU
Pairing || Mafia!Sonny Carisi x Female!Reader
Contents/Warnings || Stalking, obsessiveness, age gap, fluff mostly
Part 2/?
Part 1
Authors Note || THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR OVER A YEAR AAHHHH. didnât put a tag list cause idk whoâs interested anymore :â) iâm still working on VERY old asks i feel so bad
Sonny didnât usually drive himself places. Thatâs what Nick was for. But, he made an exception when it came to dates. This wasnât any different for you, so he drove to your apartment alone. He got out, leaning against the car while holding a small bouquet of red and white roses in one hand, his phone in the other. He sent you a quick text that he was here; he had arrived 10 minutes earlier than the agreed upon time, but he didnât mind waiting.
His heart briefly stopped when you stepped out of the entrance of your building, adjusting your dress and coat a little, the cold weather just beginning. It was cliche, the way he felt in that moment; like you were the only woman in the entire universe.
âYou look stunning,â He managed to get out, holding the bouquet out to you as you approached him.
âThank youâŠâ You reply softly, taking the bouquet. âYou look great, too.â
âAh, not as good at you, though,â he puts a hand on your lower back, guiding you to the passengers side of his car and helping you in. You looked around the car briefly, noting how clean it was, much to your delight after having dated a few terribly messy men in your life. Sonny hops into the drivers seat before driving down the street.
âSo⊠where are we going?â
âYou know how I asked if you like seafood? I know this real good Italian seafood place in the West Village.â
âYeah?â Your face lit up a bit, âSounds great.â
Sonny smiles, knowing you would be happy about his choice. When he had texted you to ask if you liked seafood the other night, he did it purely to act considerate, already knowing the answer from keeping an eye on you for the past few weeks. You were oblivious to his stalking still, still thinking that bumping into you so often before he asked you out was mere coincidence. The restaurant he picked out was cute, a bit on the expensive side, with plenty of options for meals and drinks.
He was a gentleman when you arrived at the restaurant, holding the door open for you and being polite to the hostess, pulling your chair out for you. You were pleased, thankful that he seemed like a great guy so far. It dawned on you how little you knew about him, as most of your text conversations were about you.
âYou havenât really told me much about yourself, you know,â you say after a short but comfortable silence while you looked over the drink menu, thinking.
âWhat do you wanna know? Ask away, doll.â
âI donât know⊠what you do for work, what your family is like?â
âI work in finance.. I own my own company,â he smiles, keeping the answer vague. He couldnât let you in on what he and his family really did until he was 100% certain about you. âAnd, big family. Got three sisters and theyâve got their own husbands and families too.â
You smile at the mention of a big family, âYouâre all close I hope?â You ask, earning a nod from Sonny.
âMy mother keeps pestering me to get married and have kids like them, too.â
âIs that what you want to do?â
Sonny nods again, âIâd love that. Do you want kids?â
Your face heats up as you fiddle with your napkin, âYou always ask that on first dates?â
Sonny smiles, âJust want to be on the same page⊠for the future. Iâm a little too old to be wasting my time.â He noticed you hesitate, and he answers your question before you could even ask it, âIâm 40.â
âOh⊠Iâm 27,â You say sheepishly.
âI donât care about that,â he gives you a quick wink, making you nervously smile.
âRight⊠well, Iâm not opposed to kids, I guess. Just need to make sure my life is completely stable for it, you know? So Iâm ready.â
âOf course,â Sonny smiles, hiding just how completely excited he was. A young woman his mom would hopefully love, and she was open to a family. So far, everything was just perfect.
The rest of the date was⊠a bit of a blur for you. He was effortlessly charming, attentive, funny, like he knew exactly how to make you laugh or blush at any given moment. It was probably the best date you had ever had, you thought as he paid for both of you despite your protests, not even letting you leave a tip of your own money.
âYouâre really something, you know that?â You ask as you both step back out into the cold night. His hand was on your lower back as he guided you back to his car, âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean.. it was just a great date. Next time you better let me pay for my half, at least.â
Sonny shakes his head, sliding into the car with you, âNot a chance.â
âIâll fight you harder on it next time,â you warn, fixing your hair as he began to drive you back to your apartment, fiddling with the flowers he had given you on his lap. âI donât want you paying for everything every time. Doesnât seem fair.â
He shrugs, tapping the steering wheel as he drove, his eyes on the road, âI donât want you paying for anything, just the kind of guy I am.â
You paused, unsure how to argue with that. Sonny glanced over, giving you a small smile, happy with your silence. He didnât want you asking any questions yet, more about what he did or how much money he spent. He could admit that he was already infatuated with you, but he was still testing the waters, making sure you were right for him until he fully swept in and brought you into his life.
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okay but sonny showing you off infront of the squad and making Amanda jelly because heâs sooooo in love with you
need tbh, omg đ€
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he would be so excited to introduce you to the squad. you two had only been dating for a couple of weeks, but he talked nonstop about you. they thought he rambled enough before he met you, but after? my god, they wanted to throttle him.
he'd want to do it in a casual setting when the whole team was relaxed and not worrying about cases, so when amanda proposed that they all go out for drinks, he saw the perfect opportunity.
he asked, of course, if he could invite you. he didn't want you to just show up and have it be awkward. they all agreed, though, of course. they wanted to see who had been able to make him so happy recently (also, they weren't even entirely sure that you weren't just a figment of his imagination).
amanda had been oddly quiet when he brought up inviting you, plastering a tight smile on her face and nodding.
"of course," she said, something unreadable in her tone.
normally, sonny would have immediately picked up on her shift in demeanor. he was her, self-proclaimed, best friend after all, but he was just so excited to finally introduce you to these people that he had grown to consider his second family.
he shot you a quick text, asking if you were available to meet them at the bar, and thankfully, you were. although you would probably drop anything you were doing if he asked you to anyway.
his fingers drummed on the bar impatiently as he waited for you. he kept glancing over at the door, willing you to walk through it.
"look at him; he's like a lovesick puppy," fin teased him, noticing that he was more interested in the front door than the conversation going on.
"leave the poor boy alone, fin," olivia scolded him playfully. sonny rolled his eyes at their teasing, not paying it any mind.
"oh, here she is," he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. he practically jumped out of his seat to greet you at the door.
"hey," you laughed, giving him a quick kiss on the lips as he appeared in front of you, seemingly out of nowhere.
"we're right over here," he said, a big, goofy grin on his face. he rested his hand on your lower back, leading you over to the squad. "everyone, this is my girlfriend," he introduced you.
you smiled, giving a little wave as you said hello and told them your name. "it's so nice to finally meet you all. sonny has told me all about you."
"he has, has he?" olivia grinned, raising an eyebrow. sonny smiled nervously, blushing as he rubbed the back of his neck with the hand that wasn't secured around your waist.
"likewise," fin nodded, giving you a warm smile. "i was beginning to think carisi here was making you up."
"nope, definitely real," you laughed nervously. everyone fell silent for a moment, an awkward tension settling. you tried not to take it too personally. you were a stranger, and they were like family. it was natural for there to be some awkwardness. sonny cleared his throat, deciding to break the awkward silence.
"here, take my seat," he insisted, ushering you to the barstool.
"thank you," you smiled brightly, your heart fluttering at your boyfriend's kindness. you didn't think there'd ever be a time when he didn't make your heart race.
"chivalry isn't dead after all," fin joked as you took a seat.
"yeah, yeah," sonny rolled his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. he was used to fin's little remarks by now. he stood behind you, one hand on your waist and the other holding his beer. he was so close that if you leaned back a little, you'd probably press against him. it made a blush rise to your cheeks.
"amanda, right?" you asked, turning your attention to the blonde sitting next to you. she'd been awfully quiet, eyeing you warily. you knew how close sonny was with her, so it was important to you that she liked you.
"yup, that's me," she says, her tone uninterested. she flashes a smile your way, one that doesn't quite meet her eyes.
your brows furrowed slightly. you got the impression that she didn't like you, and you couldn't possibly think of a reason why that may be. you'd only been here for five minutes tops. how had you already done something to put you out of her good graces?
you didn't have long to dwell on this fact, however, because fin's voice cut through your thoughts, making you turn to face him. he began telling some story about his ex-wife that had you smiling and laughing along with him.
fin was so enigmatic. it was almost impossible not to be sucked into whatever he was saying, just by the way that he was saying it.
the rest of the night was a blur of drinks and stories. in the couple hours you were with the squad, you'd learned all about their job and all the embarrassing things sonny had done at one point or another.
he kept on hand on or around you at all times, staying close. so close that you could almost feel the rumble of his laugh. he smiled and doted on you all night long, making you blush. he was so in love with you, and he didn't even try to hide it.
amanda stayed relatively quiet throughout the night, and you could practically feel her burning gaze as she stared at you. she didn't seem anything like what sonny had told you about her, but again, you tried not to take it personally. you were sure she was probably lovely once you got to know her.
really, though, amanda was jealous. she hated how nice you were because it made it hard to hate you (hard, not impossible). she tried to be cordial enough and not show her dislike for you, but to be honest, her poker face wasn't all that great.
she was happy at first when she'd heard him talking about you two, but seeing you two together stirred something inside her that she'd rather not admit.

#đ#okay ignore how weird and sort of abrupt the ending is#i wasnt sure what else to do đ#this was longer than intended#i got a little carried away#but anywho#hes such a cutie patootie#im so in love with him#soleil's asks <3#answered !#sonny carisi#sonny carisi x reader#dominick carisi jr#dominick carisi jr x reader#law and order special victims unit#law and order svu#svu
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Twisted Stitches


Fills the Ugly sweaters square for @storiesofsvu's Holiday Bingo 2024
Pairing: Sonny Carisi x reader
Tags: just fluff, and the heartbreak associated with having a fiber arts hobby
Word count: 2K
Beta'd by: @misscharlielulu + @escapingrealtiylovinginsanity
A/N: this is dedicated to anyone who put their heart and soul into a project only for it to not work out, I see you <3
Also posted on AO3
Your absolute favorite way to pass the time was knitting. People sometimes made fun of your âgrannyâ hobby, but you didnât care. You loved the softness of the yarn as it glided through your fingers. The soothing, repetitive nature of passing stitches from one needle to the other. It calmed your mind and comforted your soul. People were always impressed by your knits, but none more than Sonny. Heâd be mesmerized watching your hands work your needles, trying to figure out how your yarn didnât wind up in a tangled mess. You were modest about the things you made, but Sonny thought you were the most talented person in the world.
Youâd knitted some small things for him in the past. A hat and scarf which he wore until the yarn disintegrated. But you wanted to make him something special for the holidays this year. Inspiration struck as you sat in bed, watching Bridget Jonesâs Diary. It was the Christmas party scene, and when you saw Markâs ugly reindeer jumper, you knew you had to knit Sonny a sweater.
Have you ever knitted a sweater before? NoâŠbut you hoped your skills and determination were enough to make it happen.
You scoured the internet for the perfect pattern before settling on a simple pulloverâno crazy cables, no complicated stitch patterns. You wanted to give yourself the best chance of success. You wanted this to be extra special, so you ordered some beautiful hand-dyed yarn from an indie shop. It was pricey, but for Sonny, it was worth it. You pictured how proud youâd feel seeing him in a sweater youâd created. That made you even more eager to get started. You loved the thrill of a new project. The electric burst of creativity and dopamine it gave you.
When your yarn finally arrived in the mail, you could hardly contain your excitement. You delicately opened the package, expecting to be wowed by its contents. But you were met with deep disappointment. This was NOT the yarn youâd ordered. Youâd chosen a deep, rich navy blueâyour favorite color on Sonny because it made his blue eyes pop. This was more of a pale baby blue. How was it so off from the pictures? Worse still, each ball you ordered was a slightly different shade.
Panic set in as you scrambled to find a way to salvage this situation. You invested too much money in this yarn, you couldnât buy more. Exchanging it wasnât an option because the holidays were too close, and you wouldnât have time to finish it. Your heart raced as you thought through your options, your fingers excessively tapping in concentration. Then it hit youâyou could dye it!
Have you ever dyed anything before? NoâŠbut how hard could it be?
Feeling rejuvenated by your clever solution, you decided it was time to start knitting. To get in the zone, you gathered all the necessities for a productive knitting session: a fuzzy blanket, a mug of mint tea, and a Netflix crime documentary. With your space suitably cozy, you excitedly casted on your first stitches. You were impressed by the quality of the yarn. The wool was surprisingly soft and effortlessly glided across your needles. It was a welcome treat for your fingers. It may have been the wrong color, but at least youâd gotten your moneyâs worth.
It took a few hours to knit the collar. You tried it on yourself only to find it was much too tight. No worriesâyou switched up your needles and started again. By the end of the night, you had the second collar finished.Â
A couple of days later, youâd knitted to the shoulders. Your enthusiasm soured when you realized you were missing more than a few stitches. You gritted your teeth as you frantically counted and recounted, trying to somehow manifest the missing stitches onto your needles. Your eyes darted between your pattern and your project, trying to figure out where you went wrong. Doubt started to creep in as you wondered if you were capable of making a sweater. But you were determined to make this work. You held your breath as you oh, so carefully unraveled your work to see where you went off track. Your eyes scrunched up as you meticulously pulled back each stitch. Finding your mistake, you let out a relieved sigh. Maybe you could do this. You returned the stitches to your needles and confidently continued.
After 3 long weeks, you finally made it to the hem. You laid the sweater out to admire your work when you noticed it looked bigger than expected. Sweat beaded up on your temples. You reluctantly considered starting over. But you wanted to trust your gut. You were sure youâd followed the pattern correctly, so you casually ignored the issue and moved on.
Your combination of perseverance and denial gave you the willpower to finish the sleeves. Were they both the same length? NoâŠbut you needed this done, so they were close enough. Theyâd probably even out in the wash anyway.Â
Right?
It was time to dye! You were sure this was the thing that would save your sweater. You briefly read the instructions before fearlessly tossing it into the boiling blue liquid. The steam billowing off the pot made you feel like a witch conjuring some magical brew. Hopefully it conjured up a beautiful sweater.
You let it simmer for an hour before pulling it out. Your fingers practically buzzed with excitement as you rinsed your creation, or maybe it was just the water boiling your skin. You were absolutely positive that youâd have the most amazing sweater once the color set. You laid it out to dry before going to bed. You found it hard to sleep because you were so excited to see the final product, trusting that the dye worked its magic.
The next morning, you held your breath and crossed your fingers as you went to your living room. You hoped youâd see the magnificent sweater youâd been picturing in your head. But your heart sank when you saw the final result. It was not at all what youâd imagined.
In fact, it was a nightmare.
It was not the velvety navy the packaging promised. It was a loud, gaudy blue raspberry shade. The brightness accentuated all the mistakes youâd made along the way. The collar that was originally too tight was now way too loose. There were tiny holes in the places you tried to add back those missing stitches. And the sleeves did not even out like you ignorantly believed.
Tears burned at the corners of your eyes. Your whole body painfully stiffened in frustration. You were so angry with yourself. How did you mess this up so horrendously? You clearly failed every step of the way. You blindly tossed the ugly thing across the room, not caring where it landed. You just needed it out of your sight. You ran to your bedroom to have a good cry. You hugged your knees and let all your anger out. Your anger faded into disappointment as you slumped into your pillows. How could you think you were good enough to make a sweater? It probably wouldâve been best to go to sleep, but your mind raced, stressing over what you could possibly get Sonny for Christmas now.
A few days later, you were sitting on the couch with Sonny watching TV, unwinding from a long day. He had one arm draped around your shoulders and the other dangling over the side of the couch. He made a face when his hand brushed something soft on the floor.
âYou missing some laundry, doll?â He pulled up the mystery item from beside the couch.
Something blue caught your eye, and your jaw dropped as the awful memories suddenly flooded back. Your chest tightened and your cheeks reddened in embarrassment. âThatâs nothing! Give it to me!â
âWhoa, whoa, whoa.â You tried desperately to reach for the monstrosity before Sonny could get a good look at it, but he used his height against you and held it out of your reach. âCool your jets, whatâve we got here?â Now way too intrigued by your over-the-top reaction, he inspected the garment closer.
âIâŠâ You wracked your brain on what to tell him. You could lie, say it was a friendâs. You probably couldâve convinced him had you not just spazzed out. You sighed and hung your head low in defeat. It was time to come clean. âI was trying to knit you a sweater as a Christmas present. But then I knitted it wrong. It wasnât the right color, so I dyed it and made it worse. Itâs justâŠIâm sorry, Sonny.â You teared up as your emotions were still raw from the experience. Weeks of work, all a waste. Nothing to show for it but a neon blue eyesore.
âYou made me a sweater?â Sonny's eyes softened, and the sweetest smile grew on his face. Heâd watched you knit projects before and knew how much effort you put into them. He couldnât believe you thought he was worthy of being knitted a sweater. His heart swelled with gratitude. He lovingly looked it over, appreciating every single stitch.
The grateful look in his eyes only made you feel worse. He probably did appreciate the mess you created, but you knew he deserved so much better than that. âYou donât have to keep it, Sonnyââ
âOh, Iâm gonna try it on right now.â He leaped off the couch, took off his hoodie, and pulled the sweater on.
It was glaringly obvious now that the sleeves were significantly different lengths as he rolled one of them up. Not to mention it was two sizes too big. Yet still, with a giddy grin, he gently ran his fingers across the sweater. He noticed it was a lot softer than other things youâd made. He wondered if youâd used some kind of fancy yarn, making him feel even more special. âThis is amazing, doll. You did a great job.â
You dropped your head in your hands and groaned. Of course, heâd love it. âBabe, itâs the wrong size!â
âWhat do you mean? Itâs perfect! Plenty of room to eat maâs Christmas dinner.â He rubbed his belly for emphasis.
Your stomach dropped in horror at the thought of him wearing it in public. âNooo! You canât wear that to your parentsâ house!â you begged. Heâd obviously tell everyone that you made it for him. What would his family think? You couldnât show your face there again.
âWhat? Why not?â His reaction was so genuine. Were you even looking at the same sweater?
âYou look like the Cookie Monster!â you exclaimed in frustration.
Sonny chuckled as he walked back over to sit next to you. âSweetheart, youâre way too hard on yourself. I know you worked hard on this. I love this sweater, and Iâll cherish it forever.â He pressed a warm kiss to your pouting lower lip, then your forehead. âAnd by the way, I think Cookie Monster is a pretty cool guy.â
The tiniest hint of a smile escaped your lips. âWell, Iâm glad you like it.â You were still disappointed in yourself, but at least you knew you were always appreciated. It really was the thought that counts. âBut you know this means I can never trust your judgment on the things I make ever again?â
âWhat do you mean? I have exceptional taste.â He stood back up and struck a pose for you. âPractically a fashion icon, really.â
You rolled your eyes so hard they mightâve actually bounced off the back of your skull. A fashion icon, indeed. He did a little twirl, and you couldnât help but laugh. At yourself or him, you couldnât tell. He was definitely a dork, but he was your dork, and he loved you, and that made it all worth it.
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Sonny Carisi x Female Reader
Warnings: Explicit Suggestive Content, Yandere/Jealousy Themes, Undercover Operation/Dark Themes, Strong Language, Violence & Police Action.
Summary: Detectives Sonny Carisi and reader go undercover at a high-end strip club to take down a dangerous criminal. Posing as a client and a dancer, they must sell their roles convincinglyâespecially when jealousy and tension flare between them.

The dimly lit club smelled of expensive perfume, cheap whiskey, and desperation. The Velvet Rose was the kind of place where men with deep pockets and dark secrets came to indulge their vices. Tonight, it was the epicenter of Special Victims Unit sting operation.
Sonny Carisi adjusted the cuffs of his tailored black suit, his usually bright blue eyes shadowed by the low neon lights. He looked every bit the high-rolling businessman here for an expensive night of entertainment. His jaw was tense, his fingers flexing at his sides, but he played the part well.
You, on the other hand, had been thrust into an entirely different role. Dressed in an outfit that barely covered you, lace and silk hugging your curves in ways youâd never dare wear outside of this mission, you felt Carisiâs eyes burning into you from the moment you stepped out of the dressing room.
âAlright, you two ready?â Olivia Bensonâs voice crackled in your earpiece, her tone sharp and professional.
You cleared your throat, adjusting the small microphone hidden in your necklace. âAs Iâll ever be.â
Carisiâs voice was lower, tighter. âYeah. Letâs get this over with.â
The target was Vince Morelli, a club owner and human trafficker known for exploiting vulnerable women. He was careful, slick, and well-connected. The goal was simple: get close enough for him to make an incriminating move, catch it on tape, and bring him down.
You, unfortunately, were the bait.
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The music pulsed through the speakers, vibrating through your bones as you moved across the club floor in heels that made you feel like a newborn deer. The lights painted everything in sultry hues of red and gold. The patrons were already eyeing you, but the only gaze that mattered was Carisiâs.
He sat in a plush leather booth, a glass of whiskey untouched in his hand. His cover was simpleâhe was playing a wealthy out-of-town businessman looking for âcompanionship.â You had to convince Morelli you were just another dancer trying to get by, hoping to move up in the clubâs hierarchy.
You inhaled deeply, sliding into the act. With a sway to your hips, you approached Carisiâs booth, resting a hand on the edge of the table as you leaned in close.
âMind if I join you?â you purred, your voice silkier than you ever thought possible.
Carisiâs jaw twitched. His pupils were dilated, his grip on the glass tightening. âDidnât expect company so soon,â he said, playing along, though his voice was rougher than usual.
You slid onto his lap, an act that made his entire body go rigid beneath you. His hands instinctively came to rest on your thighs. It was part of the job, part of the act, but damn if it didnât feel a little too real.
âRelax, baby,â you murmured, letting your fingers trail along his collar. âI donât bite⊠unless youâre into that.â
His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, and his fingers dug ever so slightly into your flesh. âYou always this forward?â he muttered, voice thick with something between frustration and desire.
You smirked, tilting your head. âYou look like a man who likes to take control. Am I wrong?â
His eyes darkened, and for a second, it wasnât just the undercover operation fueling his reaction.
Morelli was watching.
âYou got a real talent, sweetheart,â Morelli said, approaching the booth. He was a slimy man in a sharp suit, the kind of guy who thought he owned the world. âShe treating you right?â
Carisi forced a smirk, his hands squeezing your waist. âOh yeah. Sheâs got a hell of a way of convincing me to stay a while.â
You turned to Morelli, batting your lashes. âYou know me, Vince. I like to keep the customers happy.â
Morelli chuckled, but his eyes flickered with something far less amused. âGood girl. I like that.â
Carisiâs grip on you tightened almost imperceptibly.
The conversation moved forward, Morelli trying to gauge whether Carisi was worth trusting. The tension was thick, but you stayed in character, playing the flirtatious dancer while Carisi played the composed businessman.
But something shifted when Morelli leaned in, dragging a finger along your exposed collarbone.
Carisiâs entire body stiffened beneath you. His fingers flexed at your waist, and then, before you could react, he pulled you closer onto his lap, forcing your hips flush against his.
Your breath hitched.
âHands off,â Carisi said smoothly, but there was an unmistakable edge to his voice. âThis oneâs mine tonight.â
Morelli raised his hands in mock surrender. âRelax, pal. Just making sure sheâs as good as she looks.â
Carisiâs grip on you was possessive, his fingers pressing into your skin as if reminding youâreminding himselfâthat this was an act. But the tension between you had shifted.
His lips brushed your ear as he whispered, âYou okay?â
You nodded, trying to ignore the way your pulse hammered in your throat.
But Morelli wasnât done testing. âWell, if sheâs yours, why donât you show me?â he smirked.
Carisiâs grip on your waist tightened, and before you knew it, he was guiding your hips against him in a slow, deliberate grind.
Your breath hitched.
His touch was firm, possessive, his voice husky as he murmured low enough for only you to hear, âJust play along, sweetheart.â
But the heat in his tone told you he was fighting something else entirely.
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Morelli finally took the bait, offering Carisi an âexclusive dealââa disgusting proposition involving trafficking new girls into his operation. It was all the evidence they needed.
The second Morelli shook Carisiâs hand, the club doors burst open.
âSVU! Hands where we can see them!â
Carisi practically shoved you behind him as the team stormed in. Morelli barely had time to register what was happening before he was slammed onto the bar by Fin Tutuola.
âYou son of aâ!â Morelli snarled as Olivia snapped cuffs onto his wrists.
Carisi exhaled sharply, his eyes still dark as they flicked back to you. His hand was still on your waist, his fingers lingering just a little too long.
âYou good?â he asked, voice low.
You nodded. âYeah. You?â
His jaw clenched. âYeah.â
But the look he gave you said otherwise.
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The interrogation went smoothly. Morelli lawyered up fast, but they had more than enough evidence to put him away.
Back at the precinct, you were still in your undercover outfit when Carisi caught up with you outside the locker rooms.
âYou gonna change out of that?â His voice was casual, but the way his eyes roamed your body said something else.
You smirked, arms crossing. âWhy? Distracted, Detective?â
His tongue swiped across his bottom lip. âIâm just sayingâŠâ He stepped closer, voice dropping. âYou should dress like that more often.â
Your breath caught. âOh yeah?â
âYeah.â His lips quirked into a slow, lazy smirk. âBut only for me to see.â
Heat flooded your cheeks. âSonny!â
He chuckled, stepping back, but his eyes held a promise.
And you had a feeling this case wouldnât be the last time you saw that look.

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have you ever tried this one?

elliott. twenty. bisexual. adhd haver. writer. southern charm. xolo mariduenaâs gf. voted most likely to talk your ear off. made of angel dust. sawyer & eleanorâs best friend.
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i can write: 911, criminal minds, law & order svu, cobra kai, blue beetle, marvel, grey's anatomy, outer banks, stranger things
i tend to write: evan buckley, eddie diaz, aaron hotchner, spencer reid, luke alvez, dominick 'sonny' carisi, miguel diaz, jaime reyes, spiderman, jj maybank, steve harrington, robin buckley
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green with desire âł rafael barba x fem!reader
content warnings | smut ( minors dni ), canonical svu violence, jealousy, feelings of inadequacy/anxiety ( so, light angst ), dirty talk, fem!dom if you squint really hard, some begging
word count: 6241

Of all of the terrible ideas youâd had in your life, debating punching a police officer in a crowded bar was definitely top three on the list. Your rational mind knew that it would end with split knuckles and an assault charge, while the emotional side of your brain told you to throw rationale to the wind and throw your knuckles across that brown-haired bitchâs temple.
You tried to focus your gaze on anything but the woman inciting your rage, your nails biting into your thigh. Soft light flickered off of the vintage art prints hanging on the wall, reflecting the black-and-white images of famous figures in the history of New York. Pop music sounded against the walls, just loud enough that you could feel the bump in the music at the bottom of your chest. The venue was moderately sized but felt claustrophobic with the amount of casually dressed NYPD officers that teemed at all corners, sipping a variety of beers and leaning against the polished mahogany countertop of the bar.
Leaning against that mahogany bar was a tall, slender woman with tumbling brown hair and doe eyes squinted in delight at the man in front of her. A manicured, unpolished finger circled the rim of her mojito while her other hand rested closer and closer to the manâs rested elbow. Below her fitted purple top rested a gleaming gold badge, saddled on a shapely hip. Her teeth glinted just as brightly as her badge when she giggled, lightly swatting the manâs arm. None of this would necessarily be a problem, if the man the officer was inching towards was not your boyfriend.
Instead of letting your fist connect where it was itching to, your grip tightened on your margarita glass and took a heavy gulp of the sour drink. You were a guest at an unofficial NYPD get-together, surrounded by acquaintances celebrating the recent closing of a corruption case in tandem with an officerâs birthday. Somewhere in the crowd, Detective Sonny Carisi strolled with a beer in his hand and a âHappy Birthday Big Boyâ pin gleaming on his breast. Tensions had run so high within the precinct the last few weeks that the need to let loose was nearly oozing off of every civil servant in the bar. The last thing anyone here needed was a librarian they barely knew from Queens assaulting a police officer and disrupting a perfectly civil get-together.
Youâd met Rafael Barba while waiting in a ridiculously long line for the new coffee shop that opened down the street from the library you worked at. Caught in your own world listening to a podcast, eyes downcast to adjust a seam on your cable-knit sweater, you had collided head on with the rushing attorney resulting in black coffee tipping onto each of you. The pale blue shirt under his pin-checked brown vest and jacket had suffered the most, thoroughly drenched in hot coffee with a mottled brown stain right across his chest. Youâd made a horrified, choked noise and tried to apologize as you rushed across the room in search of napkins, mumbling apologies as you dabbed at his wet suit in vain.
His annoyed gaze had softened slightly as he watched you flit around the shop with pink cheeks and wild eyes, completely ignoring the mess on your own shirt in favor of making amends to a complete stranger. He had eventually chuckled, pushing your hand away from his chest and declaring the suit a lost cause. Youâd finally been able to get a good luck at him as you lowered your hands, trying to reassemble some sense of pride as the patrons of the shop gazed after your neurotic display. He was hispanic, not too tall but with broad shoulders outlined pristinely by his tailored jacket, brown hair coiffed and barely out of place even with all of your fretting. His green eyes shone with a hint of amusement even behind his mostly serious expression.
You had insisted on paying for the dry-cleaning of his suit, to which he brushed off the offer with a chuckle, promising that no grudges would be held in exchange for a new cup of coffee. He had been intrigued with your kindhearted (if strange) behavior and the way your cheeks flushed cutely when he smiled at you, prompting him to ask if youâd have time to meet for a real sit-down coffee the following week. Youâd been delighted and tense at once, not one to go out on a limb with strangers, especially such handsome and well-spoken ones.
When you had met Rafael for coffee the following Thursday, the two of you had thankfully been able to avoid spilling your drinks on one another, to which Rafael had given a quick joke about in order to break the ice. Youâd found yourself easily falling into conversation with Rafael, who you had learned was a prosecutor that worked nearby for the District Attorneyâs office. Your nerves were quickly comforted by his easy ability to joke and his unhidden interest in getting to know you, his soft green eyes never leaving your smiling face. It didnât take long to discover that you shared a love for historical fiction literature and high-end coffee, and you had ended the lunch with entwined fingers as he walked you to the large double doors of the library you worked at.
A few lunches quickly turned into dinners on the rare nights when Rafael was able to escape his office, where he showered you with compliments and wine expensive enough that it made you nervous to drink it. Youâd quickly become accustomed to the strong feel of his hands gripping your waist as he kissed you in the entrance of his oak-furnished apartment entryway, heat rushing through your veins at the heated whispers he hissed into your neck. You treasured the quiet mornings in his kitchen almost more than the extravagant dinners. Scrambled eggs and espresso in his brightly-lit kitchen overlooking the city, his hair soft and unstyled as he swayed with you on the tile floor, that peek into this more relaxed version of your usually nothing-less-than-proper partner felt more precious than gold.
Youâd never been the type of person that flaunted their relationship, especially since Rafael was such a prominent figure in the New York legal system. There was a prickling fear in the early days of your relationship that you were too plain to publicly be seen with a man associated with such prestige and power, that you would look like nothing more than a sweater-clad bookworm feigning at being worthy of a man much above her standing. When Rafael had discovered this, heâd been quick to quiet your concerns with his fingers in your hair and his head between your legs until you could think of nothing else.
After his many reassurances that he would love to show you off at any time possible, including to his coworkers, youâd become more self-confident. Youâd begun to surprise Rafael at work with bagel sandwiches from an artisan bakery in between your workplaces, toting coffee and paper bags through the looming hallways of Hogan Place and barely paying attention to those who spared you a second glance for planting a kiss on the primly dressed ADA. Soon afterward, you had joined the squad of the Special Victims Unit and Rafael for the celebration of the conviction of a serial rapist. You were proud of the progress you had made with Rafaelâs coworkers, forming timid friendships with the detectives that he worked so closely with on a daily basis. You were glad that youâd gained enough confidence to hold your own without using Rafael as a fallback in social situations with his coworkers, but it all felt bittersweet now that heâd been approached by another woman as soon as you had gone to chat with Detective Rollins with celebratory tequila shots.
You had gathered vaguely from Amanda that the brunette ogling your boyfriend at the bar was a recent witness in a major police corruption case that Rafael had been handling, Detective Sandra Allen from the Narcotics division. She was a hero and a villain at the same time in the eyes of her fellow cops; a snitch who ratted on her fellow officers who were spending their county-paid salary hours manipulating prostitutes into sexual favors in exchange for staying out of prison. The case made you sick, and the fact that you could feel nothing but disdain for this woman who bravely stood up and testified on behalf of those sex workers made shame burn deep in your stomach.
You didnât need to be a police officer to notice Amandaâs sly looks between you and the scene going on at the bar, or that she was trying to hold back her laughter from the growing redness in your face that you tried to blame on the alcohol. You had hardly been listening to Finâs rambling story about how his grandson had been inexplicably angry at the balloons heâs seen in the park because they would not stop floating, no matter how much he asked. On any other day, you would have loved to look at Fin half-drunkenly showing off his adorable lump of a grandson with a grinning smile. Right now, though, you could only hear the deep cadence of Rafaelâs laugh as he finished off his scotch, and only see Detective Allenâs beautiful and flirtatious smile directed toward the man you had spent the last several months building a life with.
You were worried that the glass in your hand would shatter under your grip as you set it forcefully on the table. You knew there was no reason for you to be acting this way, feeling so scorned and bubbling with jealousy over the easy way that Allen fawned over your partner. You knew more than anyone the easy charm that Rafael brought to conversations, even when he was being a sarcastic bastard. You knew you werenât the only woman who admired his passion and his good-looks, but having it shoved in your face like this felt much worse than just knowing it in the back of your mind.
Amandaâs mischievous expression quickly morphed to shielded concern when she noticed just how much you were bothered by the scene in front of you. Her demeanor took on the protective edge that came so easily to all the detectives you had met at the SVU, poised to talk someone down or to throw an elbow into someoneâs teeth. âHey, you want me to go do some crowd control over at the bar? Iâm sure the Counselor is just waiting for the best opportunity to get out of there.â
You knew that you should just go over there and put a stop to it. You wanted so badly to have the conviction to strut over to Rafael, straddle his lap and make him moan in front of that woman, to show her just how he crumbled under your touch, how you were the one to bring him to his knees, to receive his hardships and his worship, not her. That display of power, of claim over a man that so many people wanted, would no doubt make her back off. But that wasnât who you were. You were not the sultry-smiled woman who captured the eyes of every room she walked into, the one who could bite at a woman to back off of what was hers. So, instead, you threw back the rest of your drink, taking a moment to relish in the burn of tequila and the acidity of the lime that buzzed through your veins, and sent a tight-lipped smile to Amanda and Fin.
âI think Iâm actually gonna turn in for the night. Too much tequila makes me stupid, you know.â You gave an unconvincing chuckle as you set some bills on the table to cover your drinks and a tip. Amanda opened her mouth to protest, hoping to keep you from leaving, but you were already pulling your peacoat onto your shoulders.
You had only gotten halfway down the street, heaving heavy breaths to lighten your heart rate and the burn behind your eyes, when Rafael called out your name from the direction of the bar. The street was relatively quiet for a Wednesday night, with only a few stragglers walking between the handful of establishments on the block. You steadied your expression before turning on your heel towards him with a shaky smile.
He stepped toward you with a soft look so often reserved only for you, his brows furrowed in slight worry. His black trenchcoat fell beautifully against his broad chest, green eyes accented by the specks of emerald in his patterned tie. Even after months, you still felt yourself melt a little at the kindness behind his eyes. âYou ran out so quickly with no goodbye, is everything alright?â
âIâm just tired, and you seemed like you were having a good time talking to Detective Allan. Didnât want to take you away from the fun.â
His eyebrows rose in question at the unexpected bite in your tone. You had tried to hide your rising feelings with the shit poor excuse, but Rafael hadnât become a successful ADA by not being able to read people. It was one of the things you loved and hated about him, how he could peel back the layers of what you were feeling to gaze at the very core of you. It made you feel cared for and probed at the same time.
âI donât know what youâre thinking, but I was only being cordial with a witness who put a lot on the line to testify in our case.â He stepped into your space, running a thumb across your cold and flushed cheeks. His voice was steady, his eyes honest but confused. You scoffed lightly, still feeling your anger simmering but being calmed by his steadying touch. His hand dropped from your cheek at your exclamation, steadying a solid look at you. âLook, you know I am not exactly the DAâs office favorite person, much less the police department. She was worried about how her colleagues were going to see her, she wanted advice on how to deal with interoffice conflict.â
âOh, donât pull that. The only thing she was worried about was how quickly she could get your hands up her skirt.â The words burned your throat, emerging into the air before you could stop yourself. You knew Rafael wasnât a stupid man, and you didnât want him to treat you like you were either.
âExcuse me?â Rafaelâs eyes hardened, a muscle in his jaw twitching as you took a step back from him. Your outburst had gained the attention of a passerby who gave the two of you a quick once over, and it only stoked your anger and shame. Rafael guided you with the motion of his hand towards the side of the sidewalk. âLook, I didnât mean to abandon you, Iâm sorry. I was only being polite to a woman who is going through what might be the worst time of her life. She needed someone to reassure her, to ask about her options-â
âSo she had to wait until your girlfriend left to ask you about all of that? Iâm not naive, you know. I see how women look at you, the looks they have when they realize youâre with me, like youâre settling for something thatâs so beneath you. That they could give you something hotter, younger-â
âStop! Just stop!â He ran a hand across his face, his expression softening as he saw the hurt on your face, the insecurity he thought the two of you had quelled long ago. âWeâve talked about this, I thought we had dealt with this. You are the only one I want to be with. The only one that I want to see in my bed in the mornings or bringing me coffee for lunch or watching tv in my old t-shirts. Itâs only you.â
Shame and anxiety still burned deep in your blood as you felt burning behind your eyes. The anger had fizzled like a campfire under rain, replaced with humiliation settling deep into your stomach. A few tears wet the side of your face, and you avoided what you hoped wasnât pity on Rafaelâs face. âIâm sorry, I know that. I just- I just lost my temper and-â
âLook, I only want you. I want you to know that I only want you.â He brushed away the wetness from your cheekbone with a reassuring smile. He pressed a fleeting kiss to the side of your head as he pulled you into his chest, stroking a heavy hand between your shoulder blades. His woody cologne mingled with the salt of your tears, wrapping around you in comfort.âLetâs take a cab, forget about this bar. If youâre still doubting the way I feel about you, I clearly didnât get my point across last time.â
You pulled back with a surprised laugh, tightening your grip on the sides of Rafaelâs neck. A new heat flushed to your face with the intrigue in Rafaelâs eyes, your ego stoked that he still found you desirable in the messy state that you were in. You leaned up, capturing his lips in an impassioned kiss, letting the feel of his stubble and the grip of his fingers wash over you like a wave. A shiver ran through your limbs to your fingertips, goosebumps rising as you felt the edge of his teeth against your lips. A heated gasp went through you as your back hit the nearby wall, feeling the solid line of Rafaelâs body slot between your legs and against your chest.Â
âLet me bring you home, show you exactly how much I want you. Please, hermosa, let me.â His voice was thick and had an edge of desperation that shot heat through your entire body, igniting every edge of your nerves with the brush of his lips to your neck.The lick of power that ran through you at having this man, so powerful and beautiful and respected, begging for the opportunity to bed you sent you reeling. With a nod, you pulled Rafael to the edge of the sidewalk to hail a cab, his hand gripping your waist.
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Youâd spent the majority of the cab ride from the bar stroking your thumb on the inside of Rafaelâs knee, taking long moments to let your eyes linger on the clenching of his strong hands, the swell of his powerful chest beneath his vest, the slow darkening of his eyes with arousal as you raked your eyes over him. In the elevator ride up to your loft, his fingers trailed teasingly along the bottom of your sweater, sneaking underneath to rub at the skin of your hip with fleeting touches that ran heat up your spine and between your legs. You felt yourself wanting to push him back against the mirrored wall of the elevator, to go down to your knees and to hear your name echoing from his lips as you sucked him, but kept your face falsely neutral. This was part of the game, of him letting you know how much he wanted you, how he couldnât keep his hands off of you. You felt your face flush with the intimacy of the touches, his eyes glinting at your suppressed smile.
By the time youâd reached the entrance of your studio apartment, the buzz of your earlier tequila drinks had worn off in favor of the thrill of Rafaelâs touch skating up under your shirt, fingers trailing beneath your clothed breast. As quickly as your jacket slid to the floor, your back was pressed solidly against the entryway wall, your hair pushed to the side to let your boyfriend suck slow kisses into the column of your throat. The nick of his teeth against the cord of your throat let a soft sound rise from your chest, your head falling back to knock against the wall.
Stepping away to remove his trenchcoat, Rafael took a brief moment to admire your panting frame, your cheeks flushed high with want and warmth. His tone was breathy, but serious as he hung up his jacket and vest.âYouâre sure that youâre in the mood? I can always bring out some wine, put on that Bermuda Triangle documentary youâve been wanting to watch.â
His words were sweet, but you could still see the heat burning in his eyes, even as he stood carefully away from you as he awaited your answer. You smiled as you stepped forward, fingers stroking the bulge in his black trousers, a rush of confidence coming from the deep groan he let into the air. âAs lovely as that sounds, I think Iâll save that for after I ride you until the neighbors complain about the noise.â
âYour noises or mine, cariño?â He taunted as he pulled your sweater over your head, his hands finding your breasts with a delicate squeeze as you pulled him by the tie towards your bed in the further corner of your studio. His thumbs rubbed against the ridge of your nipple through the thin bra, your bitten lip barely containing your groan. His lips found yours again quickly, swallowing up the breathy noises you made.
âWhy donât we see who makes them come knocking first?â You grinned as pulled firmly at the back of his hair, letting a groan rumble against the seam of your lips. A swell of pride rose in your chest as you pushed Rafael back against the mattress, making quick work of his buttons as you let your ass fall firmly onto the bulge in his pants. His hands gripped your thighs tightly, his fingers indenting your pants with their firm hold. He brought his left hand between your thighs, letting his thumb rub idly against you through your pants as your movements on his buttons stuttered.Â
You steadied yourself against Rafael with a hand on his shoulder, rushing to remove your bra with the other hand to feel your skin against him. Your fingers stuttered over the clasp repeatedly, your head falling back at the pleasure that pooled between your legs. An easy smirk graced his handsome features at the stuttered breath you let in at the work of his fingers, sitting up at the waist to pull your breasts against his chest and rub between your legs more firmly. âGetting distracted over there, hermosa?â
The pet name brought a groan from your throat, wetness pooling in your cunt from his deep voice laced with arousal. Rafaelâs pressed white button-up hung loosely off his shoulders, and you pushed the rest off with a renewed need to get your hands on his bare chest. His tan skin stretched over a strong chest and corded shoulders that held you firmly, dark chest hair brushed across your skin. You ran your hands down his pecs to run your nails across his stomach near the buckle of his belt, relishing in the shiver that ran through him.
Your tongue licked into his mouth with a moan, bringing one hand to the back of his head to thread your fingers through his salt and peppered hair while your hips moved against his covered cock. The hand over your pants faltered as he pulled away from your kiss, letting you get a look at his wide-blown pupils before he took his teeth to your neck with a moan.âWhoâs distracted now, huh?â
You rolled to the side to shimmy out of your cotton pants, taking care to stretch your back to give Rafael a view of the curve of your ass as you turned. He pulled himself to the head of the bed, one hand stroking firmly against his hard cock over his trousers while he held the other near his kiss-swollen mouth. You felt a pang of wetness between your thighs at his lidded gaze, his eyes following each curve of your body like it was a melody he yearned to play. You leaned forward toward Rafael, your hair tumbling over the swell of your breasts as you climbed on top of him. His hands quickly moved back to slide along your body, one pinching your nipple while the other slid underneath the purple lace between your legs, dipping his fingers into the wetness there.
Rafael groaned as you ground your cunt against his hand, letting you seek your pleasure from his steady hand. The hand at your breast lowered to unbutton his trousers, his cock peeking from the edges of his dark briefs. âGod, cariño, you're always so wet for me. You like my fingers on you?â
You stuttered out a breath as Rafaelâs fingers dipped inside you, the palm of his hand rubbing gently against your clit as he stroked inside of you. The rolling pleasure from both areas of contact had sweat building on your chest, a moan coming high in your throat when you tried to answer. âF-fuck, yes, Raf, just like that. GodâŠso good.â
Your breathy words spurred him on, adding another finger to your pussy. You gathered some composure, gripping your nails into Rafaelâs shoulder with pleasure while your other hand went to stroke his thick cock. His rewarding moan was well worth the effort it took to keep a clear head as his fingers massaged inside you, bringing you rapidly to a crest of rising pleasure. Your legs shook even as you brought your hand up in a stroke, tightening your grip around the head in the way you knew made his eyes roll back. Precum dripped from the tip of his cock, slicking the way for your fingers to work faster, to make him feel as good as he was making you feel.
âFuck, if you keep doing that, Iâll be gone before I even get to fuck you.â
He groaned out your name as he flipped you onto your back, moving your hand from his cock as he moved his thumb to rub firm circles against your clit.You threw your head back in pleasure from his show of strength, his forearms and biceps flexing enticingly each time he drove his fingers into you. The fingers of Rafaelâs other hand gripped your ass, bringing your hips up to his hand as he kissed his way down your neck and breasts. He murmured praises of âbeautifulâ and âmineâ that made your blood soar, pleasure cresting low in your stomach as your breath quickened. Your moans pitched, your nails digging into Rafaelâs shoulder letting him know you were close. He breathed out a few words of Spanish, letting his teeth sink hard into the junction of your neck as you reached your high. His name slipped loudly from your lips before you bit down on your lip, shaking in his arms as he continued to stroke you through your orgasm.
Your gaze was blurry with pleasurable tears when you faced Rafael, bringing his lips to yours in a messy kiss before sneaking off to the washroom for a glass of water. When you re-emerged from the bathroom with a half-drunk glass of water, Rafael was on his back with a hand wrapped lazily around himself, his cock jumping when he caught sight of your flushed face and the growing bruise on your neck. You crawled atop your boyfriend, letting the wetness of your release drag teasingly over the length of his cock. Rafaelâs hair was tousled, strands hanging enticingly in front of his eyes as he gazed hungrily at your body. He looked delectable, sweat edging along the edges of his brow and his cock glistening when it peaked above his fingers. He looked at you like a parched man drinking in the sight of an oasis, like you were anything and everything he needed at that moment. You wanted to see just how far he would go to have you.
Testing your luck, you edged your fingers along the edges of Rafaelâs arms, guiding them above his head. His eyes were curious as he followed your lead, raising his muscled arms above his head for you to wrap a hand around his wrists. The muscles in his shoulders flexed as he readjusted himself as he raised a teasing eyebrow at you âWant to have me at your mercy, hermosa?â
What had started as a fleeting idea now struck a new wave of arousal over you as you gazed down at the powerful man underneath you, his eyes soft and filled with hot desire. God, he was everything youâd ever wanted presented beautifully between your legs, gazing at you like he wanted to devour you. An idea picked at the corner of your mind, sending a coy smile across your face as you draped your body over Rafaelâs chest.
âTell me.â Rafael looked at you with confusion now, readjusting his hands above his head. His tongue came out to wet his lips. He was usually the one making demands in bed, bending you to his will for both your pleasure. You felt it might be time to turn the tables. âKeep your hands there, and tell me you want to fuck me, only me.â
Your words were shakier than youâd wanted them to be, revealing your anxieties about taking control in this way for the first time. However, Rafael quickly relaxed under your touch, a new degree of interest entering his gaze at this undiscovered side of you. He looked you in the eyes as he groaned what you had asked. âGod, I want to fuck you, more than anything.âÂ
âI think you can do better than that.â You teased, licking a long stripe along the side of his neck up to his ear. The words felt foreign in your mouth, but you were encouraged by the twitch of his cock against you as he gasped lightly. He looked up at you with a playful glimmer in his eye, a little smirk playing on his lips.
âAre you asking me to beg?â
The words sent a blazing heat to your cunt, swallowing heavily at his words. Rafaelâs eyes lit up in a similar way as when he was cross-examining someone in court, when they gave him the inch of leverage that he could stretch a mile. The proud look he got when he had someone exactly where he wanted them.
âOh, you like that, donât you cariño. Me, begging for your pussy like itâs the only thing Iâve ever needed in my life.â it was a statement more than a question, and fuck, the confidence he exuded even when he was under you like this had your head spinning with heady arousal. His words rumbled in your chest, urging another movement of your hips against his cock.
âOnly if you want your cock inside me at any point tonight.â The words sounded hollow in your throat, undermined by the breathiness of your voice, you pressed against him again to quell off any embarrassment you felt. He grinned like he knew exactly what his words were doing to you, but let himself play the role youâd assigned him for now. If part of you wanted to try something, all of him wanted to comply, to fulfill your every desire.
âGod, you look so beautiful like this. Please, please let me inside you. Let me get you off how I know you like hermosa. Please.â Even though you had a feeling he intentionally raised the whininess in his voice, the breathy tones still sent pangs of pleasure to your cunt. You gasped as the words left his mouth, pressing a desperate kiss to Rafaelâs lips as you lined up his cock.
Your eyes slipped shut as you eased onto Rafaelâs cock, the ridges of the head stroking the sweetest places inside of you that caused stuttered moans to fall from your lips. You ran the flat of your palm up Rafaelâs chest, cupping the side of his cheek as you drove his cock into you. Rafael cursed as you seated yourself on his lap, your head thrown back in ecstasy at being filled, at being fucked. His hands shook above his head with the desire to touch you. He keened as you shifted his full length inside you, circling your hips to adjust to him.
You looked down at him between your thighs, flushed high on his cheeks with nothing capturing his attention but your body moving above him on his cock. Each swivel of your hips pushed his cock firmly into that spot that made you see stars and pushed deep, moaning praises from his throat. You reveled in the fact that no one else could see him like this, could make him moan and beg under them like this.
âGod, everyone wants you like this and itâs just me that can have you. Just me that makes you feel this good, right baby? They all wish they could have your cock stretching them like this.â You babbled as your thoughts were overwhelmed with pleasure. You knew you sounded half mad, but you were too far gone to notice, relishing in the pleasure deep in your cunt.
âFuck!â Rafael, moaned your name, finally moving his hands from above his head to bruisingly grab your hips. He raised his knees behind your back to gain leverage to roll his hips into you deep and steady, moans stuttering from your throat with every thrust that sent his cock deep inside you.
âSo sexy, keep making those pretty noises for me, please.â Rafaelâs words were near ravenous and you were glad you werenât the only one overwhelmed with pleasure, desperately voicing every dirty thought that came to your mind when you looked at the man in front of you. Rafaeâs grip along the curve of your waist allowed him to get the leverage to pull you down hard onto his cockÂ
âAah, fuck, please, Rafael, I-Iâm gonnaâd-donât stop.â You didnât know if you meant him pulling you down hard onto his cock or the filthy words that sent heat reeling through your body.
âGod,â one of Rafaelâs hands slid up to grasp your breast tightly, your nipple brushing the calloused skin of his fingers and had fire licking up your spine. His eyes were wild as he drank in the sight of you crying out on his cock, your fingers reaching to circle your clit as he pulled you against him. His tone was pinched and loud, ragged with his heavy breathing.âI want you to come, on my cock, right now. Please, cariño, give it to me.â
âRaf, God, youâre making me-fuck, yesâ You felt tears brim the edge of your eyes as your pleasure climbed to something primal, each rub of your clit, every brush of Rafaelâs hands against you setting you aflame until you felt yourself collapsing around him with a cry of his name. He slowed, but never stopped, his movements as he rocked you against him through your orgasm, soothing the shivers of your body with his warm hands. You panted as he came down from your second high of the night, your legs shook with the effort to remain upright.Â
âGod, youâre killing me. Please, let me come inside you, fill you, I need-â you cracked your eyes to capture Rafaelâs expression, lips parted around a moan when you moved your hands to grip at his hair. Hardly trusting your words, you nodded in your agreement with a whispered plea to âdo it, please, come for meâ. Rafaelâs body went taut for a heartbeat, driving himself hard into a last few times as he came. His eyes clenched shut, his hands gripping your hips as he mumbled out praise.
Catching your breath, you rolled off of the bed to grab a towel, taking a moment to wipe yourself off before jumping back onto the moderately clean sheets, taking a moment to admire your boyfriend in his post-sex haze. This could be one of your favorite versions of Rafael, limbless and content, pressing his lips to the crown of your head as you regained your breath together. You pressed a kiss to his chest as you wrapped your arm around him, whatever insecurities you had been feeling before was long extinguished by the solidness of Rafael underneath you, his ragged breathing and the ache between your legs as proof of your mutual want.
You lay in silence for a few moments, his fingers carding through your hair before he spoke. He pulled his head back to look you in the eyes, stroking a soft hand across the back of your head. âWill you promise me that, next time you are feeling the way you did at the bar, youâll let me know instead of storming off. That way, we can talk it through and maybe have a repeat of this, instead of you feeling awful because your mind likes to tell you lies.â
You gave a chuckle, pressing a soft kiss to his mouth with your smiling lips. âSounds like weâve reached a deal, Counselor.â
He let out a rueful groan, pulling you tighter into his chest as you giggled. âCall me that again and Iâll be rescinding my offer.â
âUnderstoodâŠCounselor.â you whispered, avoiding his playfully stern gaze by heading to the kitchen to get that wine he had promised you.
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