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Dollface
AN: Part 3 of the longer Sonny fic I’m working on. This one goes back to the night you met. Enjoy.
Word Count: 2,128
Content: Crime scene, alcohol
It was hard to fathom exactly how the two of you wound up together in the first place. He approached you first at a cop bar which you had visited with a friend of yours. His suit jacket was off and his sleeves were rolled up. He came up to the bar on the conceit of getting a drink for himself before “smoothly” trying to hit on you. He ordered a whiskey, neat.
“You look like you might need a drink.” He said as if it was supposed to start a conversation.
“I have one already.” You said before looking up from your glass which was half empty. You weren’t in the mood for some Staten Island slob hitting on you. But when you did look up, you noticed his bright blue eyes immediately, followed by the rest of his face. His look was not lewd, like that of most men who approached you, but rather innocently intrigued. He was smiling goofily at you. “What gave it away that I needed a drink?” You asked, attempting to coax him into further conversation, following your initial angry response.
He was at a loss for words immediately. A brief flash of panic entered his eyes, before he attempted to recover. He ran a hand through his hair unconsciously, which was enough to endear him to you immediately. He may not have been flirty with his words, but his body language was more than enough for you to want to spend more time with him.
You smiled and turned to the bartender, “Vodka soda, please.” He smiled at you. You gestured to the seat next to you and he took it. You saw a group behind him start to laugh raucously staring at the two of you. Your face must have betrayed you because he glanced back and saw his Lieutenant and co-workers freaking out. He made an exasperated gesture.
“Friends of yours?” You asked.
“Yeah. We work together.” He said returning his gaze to you. Your drinks arrived in record time and you took a sip. He did the same.
“And where is it you work?” You asked.
“I’m a detective with the Manhattan Special Victims Unit.” He replied. He sounded proud. You liked a man who took pride in his work—especially if it was work worth doing.
“I’m not sure I know what that is.” You said.
“We work…sex crimes and crimes against children.” He said, clearing his throat, unsure of how to recover the tone.
“And what is your name, Detective?” You asked, trying to keep the conversation going, ignoring, for now, the solemnity brought on by his swift response.
“Dominick Carisi Jr.” He replied. “But everyone calls me Sonny,” he added quickly. He then asked, “and who are you?”
You told him your name, smiling at his clear interest.
“Well it’s nice to meet you.” He said, extending a hand to you. You grasped it, feeling the strength of his grip. After that moment of contact conversation came easy to you. Maybe it was the drink or the atmosphere or his weird co-workers making faces at you. Or maybe it was him. You couldn’t tell but you were having a wonderful time. You liked the way his smile would spread across his face as he laughed, how his forearms looked against the rolled up sleeves of his shirt, and how every so often a piece of hair would fall from it’s position on top of his head and he would smooth it back.
At first, he was sweet and nervous, stumbling over his words. But he relaxed as you did. It was just easy with Sonny. It had never been so easy before. Even when you met most of your exes you would stall for conversation and have to force it. But this was wonderful. The two of you stayed until last call. One by one his friends left, saying goodnight to him and nodding to you as they left. It was an honest surprise when the lights flicked on and the annoyed bartender shooed the two of you out. You put too much stock in your stability though and stumbled a bit upon standing, but he caught you easily. It wasn’t that you were drunk, just a tad tipsy and your four inch heels weren’t helping the situation.
“Ya alright, doll?” He asked.
“Did you just call me doll?” You asked, a smirk on your face. He blushed bright red.
“Well your the one who just fell over.” He attempted to recover. You giggled. He was so easily flustered. He released his grip on you and the two of you strolled into the night.
“Let me call ya a cab.” He said, stepping out towards the street, extending his long arm. The nearest cab came to a stop and he beckoned you, opening the door for you.
“Well, Detective, I dare say I’ve enjoyed our little chat.” You said, smiling up at him. He smiled back. “You know,” you said glancing at the back seat. “It is a spacious back seat.”
“Hey! You lovebirds getting in or not?” Shouted the exasperated cabbie.
“I’m so sorry, sir,” you said as you, in a moment of pure impulse, grabbed Sonny’s tie and dragged him into the back of the cab with you. You recited the nearest corner to your building. You had never been one to give your address out to cabbies. It was only after the cab started to drive that you realized that Sonny was in the cab with you. You looked at him with an apologetic expression, but saw, to your surprise, that he was grinning ear to ear.
“You’re cute when you’re like that.” He said, reaching his arm out on the back of your seat.
“Like what?”
“Demanding.” He replied. You shook your head in embarrassment. “Well, it looks like we’re goin’ in the exact opposite direction of my apartment.” He said.
“I’m sorry, but it looks like you are walking me home, Detective.” You said, sliding a little closer to him.
“It looks like it. But there are worse things than seein’ a beautiful lady home.” He sounded like something out of a spaghetti western.
“You’re funny.” You said, inching a little closer. You felt his arm slowly closing down on your left side.
“Am I?” He said as he pulled you in closer. The cab ride continued, but the two of you remained at an awkward distance from each other, not exactly sure how to proceed—neither of you was good a one night stands. As it turns out, you and he still aren’t.
The cab pulled up at the corner and the two of you exited. You threw some cash at the driver before Sonny could reach for his wallet and you pulled him from the cab by his tie. He laughed again, but this time, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you with ease. You laughed and jokingly told him to put you down, which he complied immediately.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“Yes. I’m fine. You didn’t hurt me, you don’t need to worry.” The concern in his face was still there though, as if he violated consent. You were glad he was so tentative, but you wanted to reassure him. So you wrapped your arm around his and coaxed him into walking towards your apartment.
When you reached the outer door, you turned to him, a devilish smile on your face. “You know, I’m not sure the security in my apartment is perfect, Detective,” you lingered on the last word as seductively as you could. His eyebrow shot up. You took a step closer to him. “You wouldn’t mind coming up to maybe, check it for me, would you?” You trailed a finger down his arm. You weren’t sure if you were laying it on too thick, but you wanted him in your apartment now. What else could you do?
“That sounds like a serious problem, Miss. Maybe I could have a look.” He said as confidently as possible, his slight blush betraying his nerves. You grabbed his hand and led him through to your elevator. The two of you rode up in the elevator. You didn’t let go of your hands, but you didn’t move any closer either. You walked to the door and as you inserted your key, you felt his hands on your hips. You undid the deadbolt and the door knob, before bursting through the door and spinning around.
Electricity burst through your body as your lips made contact for the first time. You fumbled for the switch and light flooded your apartment. It wasn’t that messy at the moment, but there were dishes piled high in the sink. You both fell onto the couch and lay there, just kissing. His tongue traced your upper lip while you lightly bit his bottom one. You kissed for what felt like no time at all. What you wished had been days. You came up for air two hours later when his phone buzzed in his pocket, your lips throbbing and swollen. You felt it against your hip and had to push him back. “Sonny, you’re phone.” You said. He sat up, reaching for his phone.
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. You weren’t sure what he was apologizing for really, the buzzing phone or the kissing.
“Is it anything important?” You asked, sitting up and placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Yeah. I have to go. It’s work.” He said, turning to you. You smiled and tucked a stray hair back up onto his head. You reached for his phone, almost unconsciously, and he quickly hit the home button before relinquishing it. Hiding the text from his Lieutenant, which, while not graphic, was nonetheless not for you. You understood. You navigated to his contacts and typed in your name and number, saving it.
“You had better call me, Detective Carisi.” He smiled his charming smile and stood up. You followed suit. He exited into the hallway, before turning in a moment of impulse and kissing you again. He released you then pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“I’ll call.” He said vaguely and was gone.
You really didn’t think he would call. That is until you saw your phone a few minutes later, it was buzzing with an unknown number.
“Hi, doll.” You heard his voice through the phone. “I was downstairs and I thought, I’d like to see you tomorrow night if you don’t have plans.”
“As it happens, Detective, I don’t.” You said coyly, playing again with the word Detective.
“I’m glad to hear it. There’s a great spot near your apartment. I’ll text you the address.” He said. “I have to go now, but 7 o’clock.” His eagerness was clear. You were excited that he wanted to see you so soon. You thought that this gorgeous detective wouldn’t want to see you again. That he did this all the time. That his sheepishness was an act. But it wasn’t.
You were excited for the next day. For your date.
Sonny was excited too, but he had to get to work. This was the second murder the SVU had seen with this m.o. It wasn’t serial yet, but it was on its way. Olivia was frustrated, as was everyone else at the crime scene. When Sonny arrived, the forensic specialists were already done combing the scene. Your apartment was, luckily, far away from this ugliness, Sonny thought.
“There was nothing left behind that we could find, Lieutenant.” The investigator said.
“Alright,” Olivia replied, shaking her head. “Keep me updated if that changes.” She turned seeing Sonny. “Sonny, we’ve got our work cut out for us. But, turns out there’s not much we can do here right now. Go home, get some sleep and be in tomorrow morning. I’ll approve the overtime.”
His worries that he might not make your date were pushed to the back of his mind as he set to work on the case in his mind. Amanda came up beside him. “I’ll give you a ride home, Sonny.” She said in her drawl. He nodded.
On the way to his apartment, which was closer to the crime scene than yours, Amanda kept glancing at him with a smile.
“So…how was it?” She laughed.
“Not now, Amanda.” He replied. They drove on in silence and, arriving back at his building, he turned to her.
“I’m seeing her tomorrow.” He finally said as he stepped from the car.
“Don’t you mean tonight?” She replied, a smile on her face, happy at the thought of him happy. This made Sonny smile too. It was that night. In less than 24 hours he would be with you again.
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Drunken Dollface (but reversed)
AN: Another bit of the longer Sonny fic I’m writing. Let me know what you think.
Word Count: 2,381
Content: NSFW, smut, drunk Sonny, vagina and breast-owning protagonist, stalking (last paragraph).
It was one month before you saw Sonny similarly drunk. He had a rough day at work and came stumbling to your apartment from the bar, a wide, dumb grin plastered across his handsome face. You weren’t expecting company, so when you heard a knock at the door, you jumped. You crept over to the door and glanced through the peephole, which only framed his the upper part of his chest and neck. You opened your door and he fell in, draping his lanky frame over you. He smelled like a mix of whiskey and cigarettes. You didn’t know he smoked. And he didn’t, unless he was four whiskeys in one hour deep.
“I missed ya’ today,” he grumbled into the top of your head. His accent was much stronger than usual. Did he try to conceal it when sober? If so he was doing a terrible job.
“Alright. Alright.” You said, pushing him over onto the couch. He gripped your hand, pulling you over with him. You lost your balance and fell on top of him. A development he thoroughly enjoyed, wrapping his long arms around you and pulling you close. You were annoyed at first, but his scent, mingled with whiskey, relaxed you and you nuzzled closer into his chest. The two of you lay like that for a while, his fingers tracing light patterns on your back. You eventually came to your senses. You pushed yourself off him.
“Where ya goin’?” He asked.
“We’ve got to get you to bed.” You said, smiling and standing. “Come on.” You grabbed for his hands. You pulled at him and attempted to bring him upright.
“No.” He said, yanking harder on your hands, trying to return you to the position of bliss you were just in.
“Stop it, Dominick!” You feign anger. His face twisted in concern that you were truly angry with him. You only ever called him Dominick when you were angry. It was always Dom or Detective (only if you were especially horny).
“Don’ be mad.” He grumbled, standing in order to appease you. You led him by his hands to your bedroom before pushing the suit blazer off his shoulders. You then reached for his vest. You jump as his large hands reach down and grab your butt hard. He leaned over you growling with desire. You laughed and continued with his vest as if nothing happened.
“I wan’ to touch ya.” He whispered in your ear, one hand exploring up the back of your shirt and the other remaining firmly planted on your ass. You pulled his vest off and began work on his shirt—today he had no tank top on.
“You’re too drunk.” You replied, smiling as you helped him shrug off his shirt. You briefly touched his rock hard pecs as you pulled his shirt off.
“…s’riight,” he slured, stepping out of his shoes. You unbuckled his belt and pulled off his pants before leading him to the bed. You pushed him down and drew your duvet over him. You sat next to him and stroked a few pieces of hair which had fallen onto his face.
“I’ll be back,” you whisper.
“Don’ go, doll.” He groaned.
“I’ll be back, I promise.” You said as you gathered his clothing from the floor. You knew he keeps his clothing folded and neat. You hung up his shirt, vest, and coat in your closet before folding his pants and placing them on your dresser. You left the room to turn off the T.V. and the lights. You poured him a glass of water from the Brita Filter and walked back into the room. To your surprise he had rolled over on his side and seemed to be asleep. You placed the glass down on the table next to your bed. You sat down on the bed and stroked his face again. You planted a kiss on his cheek and went to the other side of the bed and curled up. You turned off the lamp and settled in. A few minutes later you felt his arms reach towards you. You turned onto your back and he slid his head onto your chest. You wrapped your arms around him, running your hands through his hair. His breathing slowed as he fell asleep almost immediately.
You woke to Sonny tracing circles on your hip with his finger. “Good mornin’,” he whispered in your ear. It was 6:30, a full hour before you needed to be up.
“I can’t believe you’re awake.” You replied. “You were trashed.” You lifted your head to look at his face. Your back ached from sleeping on it all night. Your butt was too big to be sleeping on your back on your shit mattress.
“I’m from Staten Island.” He grumbled as if it made sense.
“I hardly think geographical location has anything to do with it.” You laugh. “I drank two bottles of wine and I was down for the count. You go on a whiskey bender and you’re perfectly fine.”
“Maybe it’s because of you,” he whispered into your ear, placing a kiss just below your ear. He began to kiss down your jaw, one after another.
“Someone’s a little frisky this morning.” You remarked before he reached your lips. He laughed before pressing his lips to yours. Gently at first but getting more intense and frantic. You let out a little moan as he began to run his hand up your shirt. You pushed him over onto his back and climbed on top, diving back in and kissing him harder, slowly grinding your hips against him. He growled as he grabbed your ass, pressing you down harder against him. He raced his other hand up your shirt, pulling gently at your nipple. You quickly removed your shirt and Sonny smiled. He began to move his fingers under your shorts, eager to remove them.
He sat up quickly and wrapped his arm around your waist, flipping you over onto your back. He suddenly slowed down, leaning over you, kissing you languidly before sliding his hand down the front of your shorts. He carefully caressed your outer lips, which were already moist with anticipation. Just briefly for a moment, he grazed your clitoris. You gasped and he released your kiss. He smiled, excited at the prospect of pleasuring you.
He suddenly, after moments of teasing you, dragged a single finger across the surface of your clit. He then settled into a steady rhythm of tiny circles which drove you wild. You did your best to keep as quiet as you could as the walls in your apartment building were incredibly thin, but you couldn’t stop the moan which slid from your lips. “Dom. Don’t stop.” You gasped. And he gave you a smile before removing his hands and drifting downwards. As he went, he pulled your shorts with him, tossing them aside with confidence that was almost as sexy as the look in his eyes. He gave you a series of soft kisses on your inner thighs before licking up and around your outer lips. You gasped.
“You want it, doll?” He asked, face flushed.
“Mmmhmm.” You couldn’t manage more than a nonverbal response. You felt him then lick in between the folds, from the bottom up to your clit. As he lingered there, licking and sucking, he inserted one of his long fingers into your gaping cunt. You gasped again, moaning as he increased the speed. You had, had sex before, but you were always surprised with his proficiency at cunnilingus. His tongue explored you expertly, sucking at the soft flesh of your vulva and at the little bud of your clit while his fingers pressed into you, knowing exactly where to find your spot.
Sonny loved watching you as you squirmed under his mouth, pleasure taking away your powers of speech almost entirely. You grabbed the sheets beneath you and threw your head back as you felt orgasm approaching. But, he slowed, denying you your climax, removing his fingers and with one slow lick, extricating himself from your vagina. He crawled over your panting form, a smirk on his face. He knew he was good at this. You smiled back and reached for his bulge, which was rock hard.
“Is that for me?” You said coyly. He nodded sheepishly. It surprised you how shy he still could be even after licking you so well. You kissed him deeply before yanking at his underwear. It came off it a brief tug revealing what you believed to be the most beautiful dick you had ever seen, so long and thick. He was already dripping with pre-cum. His pleasure at your pleasure was so intense, you were sure that he could get off just watching you. But you always wanted to reciprocate; you always wanted him inside of you.
You grabbed his member and gently stroked it from root to tip, causing a shockwave to run through Sonny, who nearly fell to his elbows from his position on his hands. He laughed, “Eager.”
“Always.” You replied, grabbing a condom from the bedside table. You ripped it open and rolled it down his shaft.
“Ready?” He said, as he always did, ensuring your comfort. You nodded excitedly as he guided himself into you. You gasped, as you always did, at the sheer length and girth. “Are you okay?” He asked, stroking his hand down your face.
“Yes, don’t stop.” You said, pulling him close as he began to slowly, almost too slowly, grind into you. He kept up a steady slow pace as you wrapped your legs around him and moaned in delight. “Faster.” You gasped. And Sonny, always ready to please, complied. He sped up and with each pound, you felt yourself coming closer to ecstasy. Your breath got faster, as did his. You moaned, grasping at his muscular back and ass, trying to get him even deeper into you. You reached up to his face and kissed him hard, both of you moaning and breathing heavily.
As excited you were on the bottom, you unhooked your legs, hugged around his chest and, as if on cue, he helped you flip him over onto his back, remaining in you the entire time. Now sitting on top, you began to ground yourself on his dick, hard. You moaned when Sonny reached up and grabbed your tit. He sat up pressing his chest against yours as you continued to grind against him. He turned his head upwards and tangled his fingers in your hair, pulling you in for a passionate kiss. You ground harder and he gasped into your mouth. You felt the pressure building as you on his massive cock.
“Oh God,” you whispered, hugging him and giving yourself the leverage you needed to fuck him harder. You felt him inside you and you couldn’t help it as the both of you approached climax. Sonny was completely post-verbal at this point, communicating his pleasure through only grunts and growls. You ground harder and harder until like fireworks, the both of you came, shaking from the waves of pleasure crashing over you.
You stayed there, wrapped around each other for a few minutes, catching your breath. His back was slippery from sweat, as was yours.
“Shower?” You asked, still recovering your powers of speech. Sonny grunted in agreement and you guided yourself off his softened member. You stood, entwining your fingers in his as you did, leading him behind you to the shower. As you turned on the taps, you felt his hand on your ass.
“You’re perfect.” You heard him breath. You turn and wrap your arms around his naked frame.
“So are you.” He brought his long arms around you. He stepped in first and you used that moment to fish the condom, which was still inside of you, out and disposed of it. It must have slipped off at the sheer force of your fucking. It wasn’t a real concern. You knew the both of you were clean and you were taking the pill. Luckily the morning after pill was also in your budget, you would pick some up on your way back from work you decided. You then stepped into the shower after him.
Your shower was as playful as ever, washing each other. And Sonny, the precocious lover that he was, surprised you with another orgasm, licking you as the water cascaded down through your hair and over his face. It was the best morning quickie you had ever had. Soon to be topped. The two of you left the shower satisfied and ready for your days. That is until you realized you were running late.
The two of you rushed out of your apartment building, Sonny still in his suit from yesterday. That wouldn’t do. “You should keep some extra clothes here,” you said in the elevator ride down. He turned to you and smiled with a sort of schoolboy enthusiasm.
“Really, doll?”
“You spend enough nights here anyway. I’m sure your co-workers are confused why you constantly wear the same suits.” You try to make it sound practical, but honestly, you just wanted him to sleep over more often. Of course, he knew this. He knew you. But he was excited nonetheless. Especially because it was one step closer to the three words he was ready to tell you. Though not yet, not here.
He draped his arm over your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your head. “Of course, doll. And you should leave some clothes at mine too.” You smiled at this development, wrapping your own arm around his waist. The two of you scarcely spent a night apart at this point. The two of you walked out of the building together.
The camera shutter clicked a few times as images of you and Sonny were captured. His arm around your shoulder dropping and grabbing your hand. One of you laughing at one of his stupid dad jokes. One of him kissing your head. One of you hungrily kissing one another at the end of the block. One of you parting as you went your separate ways to work. Then one of you standing alone, hand trailing down across your lips.
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Drunken Dollface
AN: This is the first in a ver long fic that I’ve been working on. I don’t know how long it’ll be.
Word Count: 2,067
Content: alcohol, vomit, undressing, shower, mentions of past sexual encounters
“I’m actually convinced she can’t read!” You blurted out in frustration, drinking again from your overfilled glass. Sonny chuckled.
“I think you had too much to drink.” He reached across the couch for your glass, but you cradled it closely, pouting up at him. He stoped, laughing a little bit more. “Aw, come on, doll. You have to work tomorrow.”
“I don’t care!” You yelled playfully, cuddling your wine closer. You usually didn’t drink wine, but when you had a bad day, by God, you just needed alcohol in your system. A woman you work with had been getting on your nerves. She constantly sent out emails which she hadn’t proof-read to clients and had gotten upset when you corrected her on her spelling of meet. She wrote “meat.” Sonny Carisi, your boyfriend of 2 months, indulged your drunken ranting about this woman’s latest infractions as a random television show blared in the background.
“She can’t fucking spell!” Sonny stood from his spot next to you and walked towards the kitchen, clearing your plates and placing them in the already full sink. Your apartment wasn’t a total mess, but it wasn’t great. You made excuses that you were working on an article for your alma mater’s journal, but the truth was you were never particularly good at keeping your life clean. Most of the time you were too lazy to pick anything up. Sonny started to load the dishwasher after surveying the carnage in your kitchen.
Once you saw this, you stood up. You realized upon standing, that the world was not exactly as you assumed it to be when you were sitting on the couch. Indeed, everything started spinning. You put down your wine glass and stumbled over to the kitchen. You saw Sonny standing over the sink. When he leaned down to put a large plate in the back of the dishwasher, you nearly died. His ass was so perfect under his tight suit pants. Dear God you were lucky. Even more so because of how particular he was about loading the dishwasher. Sometimes when you tried to load the dishwasher, he would sneak in later and re-do it. Making excuses in his heavy Staten Island accent, “It’s not you, doll. It’s just if you don’t load it right, they won’t get clean.” Whenever you looked dejected after comments like this, he would snake his arms around you, whispering in your ear, “your talents lie elsewhere.”
Your mind snapped back to the present, when your body, unbeknownst to you, decided that the floor on your left was a perfect place to sleep for the night. You stuck out your arm and caught yourself on the wall. There was only a small thump of noise but it made Sonny turned around, concerned. His concern melted into a patronizing smile at your expression of pure joy and bewilderment. You started to giggle and attempted to straighten up, only making your legs into more of a tangled mess. Sonny laughed before crossing the room in two swift steps and sweeping you up in his arms. He carried you to your bedroom. You giggled the whole way, burying your face into his neck, kissing it lightly.
“Ya really need to stop drinking so much, doll.” He said as he laid you down on top of the duvet. He flicked on the lamp next to your bed.
“I don- drink that much.” You slurred a bit. You reached your hand clumsily up to run your fingers through his hair.
“This is the third time this week.” He reasoned.
“Isss Friday!” You mumbled. Then, realizing the truth of the words and your excitement for the weekend, you squealed and sat up to throw your arms around his neck. The one problem with your statement was that it was Thursday, not Friday. Sonny really wanted to correct you and reprimand you further, but you were so cute when you were drunk. But you two would certainly be having words the next day.
He extracted himself from your arms and stood. He walked over to the big chair in the corner of the room. You had lazily tossed your pajamas over the back of it in a rush earlier this morning. He picked up the shirt you got for free from a college event and the pair of soft gray shorts. You watched his butt as he does this, chanting softly, “butt, butt, butt, butt, butt, butt.” It was so funny to you that you begin to giggle uncontrollably. So hard in fact, that on his way back, you tumbled off the side of your bed. It wasn’t a hard fall, the carpet caught you and by now you were feeling no pain. You were still laughing uncontrollably. He rushed to your side to see if you are okay. He helped you back onto the bed. He unbuttoned your olive colored shirt.
“Up,” Sonny said gently. You lifted your arms and he pulled your half-unbuttoned shirt off, tossing it aside. His beautiful eyes were starting to make you a little horny. You remember the last time he was inside you, his face flushed with excitement and embarrassment. You leaned forward in your current drunken stupor, kissing him on his mouth. He pulled back, smiling. He unhooked your bra and threw it aside before pulling your t-shirt down over your frame. He unbuttoned your pants, pulling them off in a movement he had used so many times before in moments of passion. However, now the mood was different. He pulled your shorts over your plump ass before covering you with blankets and planting a chaste but loving kiss on your forehead. He placed a trash can next to you before walking out of the room.
He returned after a few moments—or maybe a few years you weren’t sure— with a glass of water. He wrapped his giant hand around the back of your head, pulling you up just far enough to take a sip. You laugh instead of allowing him to give you water.
“Doll, you need to drink for me.” He said and you complied.
“Are ya stayin’,” you said in a drunken fake Staten Island accent. He laughed.
“Of course.” He said, putting the glass on the bedside table and running his fingers gently through your hair. He put you gently back on your pillow. “I’m gonna go finish the dishes.” He kissed your forehead again and ensured that you were lying on your side.
Either no time or forever and a year passed, you couldn’t to tell. Even so, it took far too long for your gorgeous detective to return. He picked up your clothing and folded it neatly on the dresser. Then he began to undress.
First, his shirt. He unbuttoned all the way down slowly revealing the white tank top underneath. He pulled off the blue shirt completely, folding it. As he folded it, you admire the slight rippling of his muscles. His strong arms, which always made you feel so safe, stood out against the unbelievably sexy tank top. Then he removed his pants, folding them too. His ass was so nicely accented by the black boxer briefs. He turned slightly to see you looking at him and he laughed a little at your thirsty expression.
“Sorry, doll. Not tonight.” He stripped off his undershirt before walking over to the other side of your bed. He slid quickly under your sheets, wrapping himself around your curled up form. You brought his arm over you and snuggled it tightly. It took only a moment for you to fall asleep. Or two years. You are pretty bad at time when you are drunk.
The next morning, you woke with a throbbing headache. It was 4:30 in the morning. You stumbled to the bathroom and vomited into the toilet. Oh God. You thought. I’ve never been this drunk around Sonny. Oh shit, oh shit. He doesn’t even know I fart, now he knows I vomit. Dear God, I’m sucking the romance out of this relationship. You shook your head, trying to clear it of the hangover fog. This only succeeded in making you dizzier. You rinsed your mouth, looked at yourself in the mirror and nearly died. You looked like a disheveled raccoon. Your eye makeup from last night was smeared all the way down your face. You quickly brushed your teeth to removed the vomit stink. You then stumbled to the kitchen for a long overdue chug of water.
As you did this, you heard stirring from the bed room. You hurried back into the bathroom and locked the door.
Sonny called your name groggily.
“Yes?” You replied as soberly as possible.
“Are ya alright?” He asked, knocking on the bathroom door.
“Mmmhmmm” You hum-yelled back as you quickly wiped the remaining make up from your face. Just as you are about to answer the door, you start to feel nauseous again. Fuck. You think. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. He’s right outside the door! But this was not a time for thinking, you threw up the toilet seat cover and vomited as quietly as possible.
He knocked again. “Are you sure, doll? Do you need water?” His concern was so evident. You straightened up as quickly as possible and brushed your teeth again before unlocking the door and smiling at him.
“I’m completely fine, please let’s just go back to bed. It’s so early.” You tried to have your same bouncy enthusiasm you’d been faking for the past 2 months. But your tone was betrayed by your face.
He put his hand on top of your head and ran it down to cup your face. He smiled. “Come on.” Without much warning he picks you up and carries you back into the bed. He pulls you into his arms and the two of you fall back to sleep.
The next time you woke an hour later and you had to run to the bathroom this time. He gave chase and you couldn’t lock the door on him this time. Fuck. You thought in sad resignation as the humiliation of normal bodily processes came crashing over you. What almost made it worse was Sonny stroking your back gently and pulling your hair back. “Shhh…” he whispered.
Thankfully, this round made you feel so much better. As you finished you quickly flushed the toilet and turned away from him. You brushed your teeth and Sonny stood behind you, his hand still hadn’t left your back.
He tried to lead you back to bed, but you couldn’t look him in the eyes, your feelings of embarrassment are so great. Sonny laid down and patted the bed, beckoning you to lie down with him. You stayed back by the door.
“Doll, it’s 5:30 in the mornin’. What are you doing?”
“I’m going to take a shower.” You rushed out as quickly as possible. You turned on the water and stood under the warm stream. It made you feel, if not good, much, much better. You didn’t hear Sonny approach until he pulled back the shower curtain just enough to step in behind you. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek from behind. You were still embarrassed, but his arms felt so nice.
“Look at me.” He whispered. You turned around and looked up into his blue eyes, which were gazing back at you with such compassion and understanding.
“I’m so gross.” You buried your face in your hands.
“No. Never.” He pulled you close and kissed the top of your head. “You’re beautiful.” He held you for a few moments before laughing a little bit. “You’re really cute when your drunk.”
This coaxed a smile from you. “You’re really cute when I’m drunk too.” You replied. He laughed at that.
“And what am I when you aren’t drunk?”
“Perfect.” You whispered, completely seriously but also mostly to yourself.
“Just wait until you see me drunk.” He laughed.
“Oh yeah?” You said pushing back to look up at him.
“You’d best get ready.” He said, leaning down and kissing you lightly on your lips. Everything about him made you feel not only safe, but so understood. His lips almost made your throbbing headache melt away. You were safe, secure and happy in his arms.
It was too bad that safety would not last.
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Rafi Sparks Up
Rating: Mature
Warnings: NSFW, smut, spanking, weed, vagina-owning reader, cursing, some fluff at the end.
WC: 2,217
He didn’t know how you had talked him into it. Him, Rafael Barba, successful prosecutor, Cuban city boy knee deep in fresh snow. Of course, it snowed in New York and he lived in Cambridge for a while, but he made it a point to avoid snow at all costs. He hated walking by the park when it snowed in New York, let alone stomping through two feet of fresh powder. You had convinced him to take a hike with you in the woods behind your family’s home. He would have rather been home next to the fire and nude. But you wanted some alone time and that wasn’t a possibility with your family constantly breathing down your necks.
“Please tell me we can go back soon, cariño.” He said as he caught up to you. You looked back at him and suddenly returning wasn’t so important to him. The way your cheeks were nipped red by the cold was beautiful and your smile was worth every chill which bit its way through his coat.
“It’s just a bit further.” You replied excitedly. It was only a few more steps before you reached the hill you sled on as a kid. It wasn’t too steep, but it was long enough that you could build up quite a bit of speed. Of course, sledding wasn’t the point of your walk, but you wanted to get your city boy into the open air for a bit to see his reaction to a space that had shaped your winters since you were seven. The trees were twinkling with icicles and the fresh layer of snow which was still lightly falling covered all of the long grass that usually covered the meadow.
The old rock pile was still there in the right hand corner of the meadow and you were wondering if it was still there. You smiled at him.
“Come on, Rafi.” You said as you ran down the hill. Sometimes he cursed your boundless energy and youth. It was funny to you how the man could go all night in bed and yet had no stamina or patience for outdoor activities. This is not to say you were a paragon of healthy living, just that you occasionally enjoyed being outside. Rafael never seemed to like being outside unless you were at the beach (and you were in a revealing bathing suit). He cursed you a bit as he followed you to the bottom of the hill.
“Where are we going?” He asked. You grabbed his hand.
“I hid something out here a while ago.” You said, a smile growing on your lips. Once you reached the rock pile you climbed over the first one and dipped into the little cave. You dug under the snow and into the dirt a little bit before drawing out a plastic bag. There was a small Altoid container. Rafael had followed you into the small cave and settled in next to you. You opened the tin and drew out an expertly rolled joint you hid there a few months ago.
He laughed, he hadn’t smoked weed since he was in law school. “I’m an ADA, cariño. I can’t.”
“Oh, come on, Rafi. They don’t drug test you. Plus your not even in your jurisdiction.” You said as you lit it with a lighter you had in your pocket. He shook his head at the weakness of your argument. This was your plan all along, to get your green-eyed man to relax a bit. He was so wound up all the time, he could use a little herbal relaxation.
You drew in a long hit and blew it into his face. “Come one, Rafi.” You said, passing it to him. “I’ll make it worth your while.” You said, looking at him as seductively as you could, hoping that might sway him. At that, he lifted an eyebrow and brought the joint to his lips. He drew it in and held it in his lungs. His technique suggested he had smoked quite a bit in his lifetime, but judging by his cough he hadn’t done it in a while.
“Good boy,” you purred, sliding over closer to him and taking a hit from his hand. He ran his other hand along your head and neck. He took another hit and blew it into your mouth, kissing you. You worked your hands up into his hair, pulling him over on top of you. You broke the kiss to grab the joint and take a few more hits. He followed suit. Between each of his hits he kissed you deeply. By the time you finished the joint you were so ready for him. No further foreplay necessary.
But you were both getting cold, despite the heat between you. You clambered out of the rock pile and he followed suit. You walked briskly back up the hill. Rafi breathed dirty words into your ear the whole way up.
“You know what I’m going to do to you when we get back?” He asked, running his hands over your hips as you walked next to him. “I’m going to bend you over and lick you until you can’t stand anymore.” He growled in your ear. “I’m going to make you scream and cum and cum.” He whispered. He knew you loved it when he talked like that. “You’re going to scream my name when I’m done with you.” You thought that you would never be more turned on than when you were in the rock pile together, but he kept surprising you with how wet he could make you while barely touching you. You lightly grazed the back of your hand against his bulge, which was already stiff with anticipation. You suspected it had been growing since you offered to make smoking worth his while. He groaned at your touch.
The both of you were too turned on to really notice how high you actually were. His hand traced a pattern on your neck and it felt like his fingers were electrified. It made the hair stand up on the back of your neck.
The two of you stumbled into your family’s back yard. You climbed the back stairs and unlocked the door with your key, your hands shaking as Rafael kissed the back of your neck as. “Stop. They’re probably inside.” You whispered, turning the key and pushing the door open.
Before you could step out of his grasp, he growled “I don’t care.” You nearly gave in right then and there. But you strode through the door instead.
“Hello?” You called. There was no response. On the kitchen counter you found a note.
Gone shopping. See you at dinner!
- Mom
You felt Rafael’s arms snaking around your waist. “It looks like they’re out.” He whispered in your ear before diving in to suck at your neck. You spun around, head swimming with pot and desire. You grabbed his head and kissed him harder than you thought possible. His hands immediately found your ass, lifting as you wrapped your legs around him. Without letting your lips disconnect, he carried you clumsily across the kitchen to your room, which was luckily right next to the kitchen. You didn’t know how you would’ve make it if your room was upstairs.
He threw you down on the bed before stripping off his coat. “Rafi!” You cried, “the door!” He kicked it shut without giving it a backwards glance. He began to fiddle with your coat buttons. You had to help him, although your hands weren’t much defter. It seemed your fine motor functions were a little impaired. You finally managed to throw you coat to the side along with the rest of your clothing in quick succession.
You lay there, bare except for your panties, ready to be ravished. Rafael stood before you with the hungry look in his eye that drove you wild. “You were a very naughty girl in the woods. Teasing me,” he said, tracing a finger down your navel. “Leading me astray. Lowering my inhibitions with your drugs.” He climbed on top of you, his leg in between yours. The feeling of clothed body over your skin was so delicious you nearly came right there.
“What’s our word?” He asked clearly.
“Mens Rea.” You replied quickly, moving your hips against his thigh.
“Good girl.” He growled, before sitting back on his feet. He pulled you with him, draping you across his lap. He laid his hand gently over your ass. He pulled down your panties revealing your ass. He massaged your cheeks lightly and you nearly died with anticipation. He spanked you, leaving a large red mark on your ass. You let out a deep moan. You understood that you were feeling pain, but it felt so much better than normal, like fireworks bursting across your skin. You moved your hips against his leg, trying to stimulate the part of your body you wanted him to touch the most.
“Did I say you could move your hips?” He asked, raising his hand again.
“No, sir.” You replied as he brought his hand down again. “Oh God,” you gasped.
“Do you want more?” He wound up again.
“Yes.” You nearly shouted.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes please, sir!” You yelled. He smacked you again and you nearly came. You grabbed at the sheets in front of your face, biting your lip hard.
“You’re all wet.” You had no idea how he could so lucidly dirty talk. One more spank and then he flipped you over onto your back. He nipped his way down your body to your hips. He drew your panties down, gazing at your vagina intensely. He stood up, unbuckling his belt and pulling his member from his pants. He was harder than you ever saw him before.
He climbed back over you. “Rafi, please.” You gasped, reaching towards his hard cock.
“What do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“You want to fuck me, what?”
“I want you to fuck me please sir!” You cried and he plunged his dick into you, burying himself to the hilt. Your breath caught as he began to pump in and out of you, harder and harder. So hard that the entire bed began to thump back against the wall. His massive cock hit your spot with every pump. You felt the pain in your ass cheeks and his huge member filling you and you nearly exploded just then. He was coming close too. He may have a clear enough head to talk dirty and dominate, but he couldn’t contain the extreme pleasure he was feeling. He hammered into you harder and you felt the familiar coil in your abdomen. You arched your back in anticipation of your orgasm.
“I’m gonna…” You trailed off holding onto his back for dear life and wrapping your legs around him. “I’m gonna cum.” You gasped.
“Who’s making you cum?” He asked, looking you in the eyes.
“Rafael!” You called out and he returned to your neck, sucking hard as you began to climax. His pumps became sloppier as he approached his edge as well. “Oh God, Rafael!” You screeched as you tumbled over the edge. The feeling of your walls constricting on him and of you calling his name made him cum too. He filled you up and his body shook and twitched as he emptied his load into you.
He collapsed onto your chest. You wrapped your arms around him and stroked his hair. You had never felt anything softer than his hair at that moment. You had also never felt him so relaxed before. His breathing became more even. He pulled out of you and rolled onto his back.
“Te amo.” He breathed. You sat up.
“What?” You didn’t speak Spanish, but you knew what that meant. You looked at him and he gazed back with those emerald eyes of his.
“I love you.”
“You’re just saying that because you’re high.”
“Maybe, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t true.” He replied, sitting up and reaching for you. His hand cupped your face.
“I love you too.” You responded, holding your hand. He smiled, he never thought you would love him too. You may not have been able to think straight, but all you knew was that you wanted to stare into his eyes forever.
You heard the front door close and you jumped up. “Oh God.” You said as you ran into the closet. Rafael seemed to have finally been hit by the weed because he fell back, staring at the ceiling with a distant, glazed look in his emerald eyes.
“Rafi!” You whisper-shouted.
“What?” He asked.
“Put your dick away!” He tucked it into his pants, but it took him forever and he never stopped looking at the ceiling. You laughed at his languid movements, it was possibly the funniest thing you had ever seen. You pulled on sweatpants and a shirt. You would have to get cleaned up soon, but you didn’t feel like it at that moment. You just wanted to lay in his arms. So you did, you climbed in next to him and snuggled into his chest. He was still looking at the ceiling, but he was happy that he was holding you.
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