#thatesqcrush kink bingo 2020

[adarafaelbarba]

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Pairing: Nick Amaro x Reader x Bryan Kneef

Fandom: Law and Order SVU and The Good Fight

Requested: No

Warning: Smut (Duh)! Do NOT read if you’re under the age of 18!! DP. Butt stuff (always prep!) P in V. Oral (Female and male receiving)

A/N: This covers the Double Penetration square of the Kink Bingo @thatesqcrush​ created! I’ve been so nervous about this and the Threesome square cause I’ve never written for three people getting it on before. But here we are, learning something new every day and I also get to challenge myself and think outside the box that is my comfort zone, so let’s go! ❤️

A/N2: It will MOST likely NOT be mentioned that Bryan and Rafael are identical. But if it comes up, so be it 😂 Also I’m just gonna assume Bryan went to Harvard, cause I don’t think it has been mentioned on the show … oops😂 -Karen

(gif credits to me!)

One thing that had drawn Nick to you was how confident you were. You were confident in court, no doubt about that. The other lawyers knew not to push too many button on you for fear you would rip them apart. You were also confident in your relationship. If Nick didn’t call, you knew it was because of work, or that he had Zara, and that was okay with you. You didn’t need him to always be there for you to know that he only wanted you.

Everyone who knew you both said that what you had was one of the best relationships out there. And those who had also know Nick and Maria, tended to say he seemed to be happier with you, something you had both agreed should never be mentioned to his ex wife.

Another thing you had a great amount of confidence in was in the bedroom, or wherever you and Nick found yourself having sex. You could tell him if there was ever anything you wanted to try out when getting down and dirty. And he knew he would never be judged if he wanted to try something either.

…

You knew something about today would be different when you walked into the courthouse to see a group of people flocking around someone. «What is going on here?!» You asked, your voice booming over the commotion. «Ms. (Y/L/N), how nice to see you again.» You could recognize that voice from anywhere. And as the crowd opened up, there he stood, as smug as he was back in Law School. «Mr. Kneef. What brings you to the big apple?» He chuckled at that. «It’s been far too long (Y/N). I figured I needed to come see you. Your assistant, Julianna is it? Told me you were going to be in court all day so of course I needed to come see you in action.» If there was one man too smug for his own good, it was Bryan Kneef.

The two of you had been close back in Law School. Always helping each other out, whether it was with school work or being each others dates when no one else was interested, or peaked your interests. Then he moved to Chicago, and you moved to New York, and well, as life happens, you moved on, and didn’t keep in touch much. «Well, well, well. Does that mean you want to see how a real lawyer works?» You teased. While you were here working for the District Attorney, he was off in Chicago working for a private company. «That’s very cute counselor, but no, not quite.» He had reached you now, and gave your cheeks a kiss. «You look incredible though», he murmured, and you felt chills going down your spine. Damn this man and his ability to make you blush!

…

Nick could tell something was off when you walked into the precinct after court, bickering with someone he didn’t quite recognize. «Counselor. What brings you here?» Liv asked, approaching the two new arrivals. «The case. Well, the witness you guys handed me. Completely incompetent. Did he even see anything that night? I told you to have him come over to get prepped. Didn’t show, no texts. Made me look like an idiot. And I don’t like being made a fool.» Nick felt himself getting hard at how she talked. «I’m sorry, counselor. No idea why he was a no show, but he sounded good when we talked to him.» Liv sounded irritated at being talked to like that, but it wasn’t like she didn’t need to hear it.

«Maybe if your detectives could pick him up and drop him off at my office, I’ll let it slide», you suggested, crossing your arms over your chest, «Call me if you have some more for me.» Walking past Nick you leant over and gave him a small kiss, «Be safe okay. I love you», you murmured, leaving with Bryan.

…

«Who would have known you would settle down for a cop?» Bryan asked over lunch. «Give it a rest Bry. He’s better than you are.» You had finally calmed down after the initial outburst earlier, and were now enjoying a meal and a catch up with your old friend, like you had never spent a day apart. «Oh please! Not that you would know that, but I’m incredible, in every way.» For anyone who didn’t know Bryan, they would think he was always this happy, and you had a small feeling that he might be like this because he was with you and he was out of Chicago. «Who says I want to know?» You asked, teasingly arching an eyebrow. «Don’t lie to me sweetheart.» That made you shiver. Bryan hadn’t called you sweetheart since your first year.

«Mind if I join you?» Looking up, you were met with your boyfriend’s chocolate brown eyes. «Not at all Guapo, do sit down.» Now was your time to talk to him, to both of them, about what you had wanted to talk about for the entire day. Leaning over as your boyfriend sat, you gave him a soft kiss, resting a hand on this thigh.

You and Nick had talked about wanting to have a threesome. And that had been when you had told him your desire of being filled up. You had never tried it before, but fuck if it didn’t turn you on to think about having two guys in you.

«She’s plotting something, I can tell. Got the same look she had when she had a plan on how to break the opposing council at Harvard», Bryan explained as you you just flashed a wicked smile. «What are you plotting?» He asked. «How much fun we could have.» The way Nick looked at you told you he understood where you were getting at. «And what kind of fun would that be?» Bryan asked, but you were fairly sure he understood too.

…

Getting back to your shared apartment, you all but crashed through the front door. «Such a naughty little girl», Bryan murmured, his hands on your ass, trailing kisses up and down your neck while Nick’s lips were locked with your. «I bet she’s soaked just thinking about it», your boyfriend murmured.

He wasn’t wrong either, you could feel yourself getting damp at the idea of getting filled to the brim. «She’s been dreaming about this for a long time», Bryan mused, squeezing your ass as he did. «This is your dream isn’t it Bry? Fucking your Law School best friend.» You teased him, biting your lip. «Does she run her mouth like this often?» He barely looked at you.

«All the time. Gets her into a lot of trouble», Nick commented, slipping his hand into the front of your slacks. A small whimper left your lips as his finger tips ghosted over your clit. «Naughty little girl», he said, his fingers rubbing over your sensitive nub.

Your legs felt numb and it was like you were about to melt. «Why don’t we get her undressed, and you can see for yourself how wet she is. I’m sure she’d love to feel your beard on her, (Y/N) seems to love when I grow one at least.» You gasped at his revelation.

Bryan’s eyes where blown dark with lust when you looked at him. «Does that make you wet sweetheart? Thinking about me going down on you?» Bryan asked, his fingers slowly opening the button and zipper of your slacks. You let out a string of small whimpers, nodding your head.

…

You felt so naked standing in front of them in only lingerie. But fuck, if it didn’t make you hot. The three of you had moved into the bedroom now, and the two men looked ready to pounce you at any given moment. You wondered who would go first when Nick spoke up, «Lay down hermosa, let out friend taste you.» Nodding your head, you did like you were told and laid down. «Good girl», Nick murmured watching as Bryan went over to crouch in front of your core.

«Mmm. You taste really good sweetheart», Bryan murmured, licking stripes up your slick folds. You were a whimpering mess, his beard scratching deliciously. In all the years you had known Bryan, you never once went for it, you never once tried to have sex with him, not that you would have been thinking about it since getting with Nick. But feeling how good he was with his mouth, you regretted the fact that you never once fucked him.

It didn’t take long before you felt your orgasm approaching. Pulling at his hair you looked over at your boyfriend who was looking back at you in amazement. «Nick», you whined, making grabby hands towards him with your free hand, «Want you in my mouth guapo», you added. «Dirty little minx!» Nick growled, quickly freeing himself from his slacks.

You let out a moan as your lips wrapped around his member. «Oh, hmm, fuck, you’re so good at that aren’t you?» Nick growled, looking at you as your head bobbed back and forth, taking more of him each time. Hollowing your cheeks, you locked your eyes with his as your release finally hit. The moans you let out sending vibrations through Nick and he quickly followed suit, spilling his seeds in your warm mouth. «You should see what her mouth does Bryan!» Nick gasped, pulling out of you as your friend stood up.

«I might do that while you warm her ass up», Bryan said in response, smirking at you as you let out a gasp. The two men shared a look before swapping places, Nick immediately going to grab the lube from the nightstand drawer and a condom.

Keeping your eyes on your boyfriend as he slipped the condom on you had to remind yourself to breath. «You ready cariño?» Nick asked, circling a lube covered finger around your puckered ass. «Fuck my ass baby», you purred, pumping Bryan’s cock.

A loud moan ripped from you as Nick eased his cock into your ass. «Oh Fuck!» You cried out, back arched up. «F—fuck—feels good doesn’t it?» Nick asked, slowly moving in and out of you. Not trusting your voice you could only nod, moving slightly to get a better angle on Bryan’s hard member.

Another orgasm came fast approaching, and you were sure they could both tell as Nick’s hips slowed, and Bryan’s quickened, fucking your face. Letting out one whine after another you clamped down as best you could on Nick. «Nope, you’re gonna hold it until we’re both filling you up hermosa.» That made you moan loudly.

Bryan was quick to pull out of you after emptying his salty liquid in the warm confines of your willing mouth. «Ready for us baby girl? Who do you want where, hmmm?» He asked, caressing your cheek. «Want you in my ass Bryan», you mewled, feeling soaked.

The two men laughed darkly at your submissive streak. «Guess you should lay down of this then Nick», Bryan suggested, looking at his new found detective friend. Grabbing two condoms, Nick handed one to Bryan while pulling out of you, causing you to let out a low moan. He quickly tossed the used condom in the bin before putting the new one on.

You were quick to straddle your boyfriend’s lap as soon as he laid down, earning a chuckle from him. «So eager querida», he mused, entering your cunt. «Hmmm always eager for you Nicky», you mewled in response.

Bryan pushed at your back to make you lay down, and without much warning he slowly entered you. The feeling of being stretched out like that was thrilling to you. The border of pain and pleasure mixing together made your vision go blurry. «Move. Faster. Please!» you moaned, clamping down on them.

Getting the hint, the two men started moving, making you scream out in pleasure, a mix of their names and incoherent babbling filling the room with slapping skin and grunts taking up the air too. You knew you wouldn’t be able to last much longer. The last orgasm being denied would make sure that you would be cuming sooner rather than later.

«Doing so fucking good for us aren’t you sweetheart?» Bryan asked, pressing kissed down your back. «Fuck, you clamping down hard, I think she’s about to cum», he added. Nick looked at you with a smirk before nodding at Bryan, «Oh she’s definitely close! She always does this when she’s about to cum», Nick confessed, making you blush. «Let go for us sweetheart», Bryan murmured, spanking your ass over and over, which was what tipped you over the edge.

Your vision went blurry as your orgasm crashed down on you. The moans and screams coming from you were mere muffled sounds as your ears rung. You had never felt so deliciously full before, and if you were being honest, you wanted it to happen again.

It was hardly there at first. But then Nick’s fingers graced your goosebump filled skin again. «You okay hermosa?» he asked, looking at you with worried eyes. «I’m more than okay baby», you whispered, smiling at him.

Whimpering at the loss of contact as they both pulled out of you, you lazily rolled over onto your back, looking at them. «That was amazing!» you whispered, biting your lip. «It was! A good way to spend my day in New York», Bryan mused, caressing your leg.

«You did so good for us cariño.» Nick caressed your cheek as he laid there next to you. Silence fell over the room, but it was good and you felt yourself getting tired. «I think I should head out, gotta fly back home soon», Bryan murmured, more to Nick than to you. «I’ll call you tomorrow (Y/N)», he added, leaning over to press a kiss to your cheek.

«Be safe Bry.» And with that you fell into a deep sleep, a lazy smile etched on your lips.

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[inactive-shroomiehomie]

K!nktober Bingo pt.2

Square: Dirty Talk

Warnings: Unprotected sex, slight dom/sub talk but nothing big, and i’m not sure what else to put here but it’s pretty filthy.

Pairing: Dominick “Sonny” Carisi Jr. x Reader

Word Count: 1629

Late nights working the precinct seemed to always drag on. Carisi was the last one left in the bullpen to finish up his reports. He had been the lead on the case, so it only made sense for him to get more than the rest did. He glanced over at Olivia in her office; She was deep into a conversation on her phone with who knows who, but it seemed to be business.

He hummed to himself and went back to his work, the clicks of his keyboard eventually blending together and sounding like static. Soon enough though his phone started to buzz on his desk. Carisi glanced down at it to see your name pop up. He picked it up quickly, thinking at this time of night it must be some kind of emergency.

No. Oh hell no. It was far from a real emergency. When Carisi unlocked his phone to view your messages, his face turned cherry red. You were in nothing but your undies and an old sweater of his, your hand shoved down the front of your bottoms. Your bottom lip sucked in between your teeth.

Y: It's nothing like you, Sonny. Hurry home ❤

Carisi quickly finished typing up his report before logging off of his computer. He gathered up his belongings and replied to you eagerly.

C: Missing me that much, doll? You better not come before I get home.

He said a quick goodbye to Olivia, who just waved, and jogged down to the elevator. While he was alone, you just kept sending more and more pictures. Carisi bit down on the inside of his cheek. God, you were gonna get it when he got home.

Carisi’s text made a shiver run up your spine. That school boy demeanor was just something everyone else got to see. But when he’s with you he’s such an amazing and tender, yet filthy lover. 

You didn’t think Carisi would respond to the text the way he did though. So you devised yourself a little plan. Before he could make it home, you threw on an old pair of sweatpants and changed out of his sweater to a hoodie of your own. You skittered into the living room, grabbing a bag of chips from the kitchen as you passed. Flinging yourself back on the couch, you turned the television on to whatever happened to be on.

After a while of watching some sitcom series you could hear the jingling of keys outside of your front door, followed by a couple of annoyed ‘fuck’s. You shuffled further into the couch, getting cozier in your seat.

Carisi swung open the door and stepped in, dropping his items to the floor and kicking the door shut behind him. He stared silently at you as you watched television. You didn’t even look at him. You just continued to snack on your chips and watch your show.

With your eyes focused on the tv, you could hear the soft click of Carisi’s shoes make their way behind you. He leaned down and pressed his hands into your shoulders, lightly massaging them.

You turned around to look up at him, a fake look of shock plastered on your face.

“Oh! Hey, babe. How was work?”

Carisi quirked an eyebrow up at you, as if saying “Seriously?” He huffed out of his nose, fingers digging into the perfect spots on your shoulders.

“Oh, ya know. Same old, same old.” 

While he massaged your shoulders, you let out a soft moan that made Carisi’s jaw tighten. 

“But ya know,” He stopped massaging your shoulders and brushed your hair to one side of your neck. He leaned down close to your ear, “I did get a little text today.”

You didn’t turn to face him, biting your lip gently, “Is that so?”

Carisi hummed in response, “It made things...” He kissed the shell of your ear, “...pretty hard. I didn’t even get to finish my paper work, doll.” He continued kissing your skin, trailing them down the dip of your neck.

You closed your eyes as you reveled in the feeling of his lips against your skin.

“W-What were the texts?” You questioned, trying to hold back a moan.

He immediately removed his lips from you. You let out a small whimper, missing the feeling of him against you. Carisi brushed your hair back to normal on your shoulders and slowly made his way around to your side of the couch. He stopped right in front of you and put his first two fingers under your chin, tilting your head up to face him. His pupils were blown wide and his jaw was tightened so hard you’d thought he was going to break a tooth. You squeezed your knees together.

“You know exactly what those texts were.” 

You bit your lip and feigned innocence. “Why don’t you indulge me?”

Carisi chuckled softly and knelt down to your level more, “Well...” He guided you back on the couch, now hovering over you with a grip on your chin so you couldn’t look away. Nothing rough, just enough pressure to keep you in place.

“The first one...” He paused to shove one of his knees between your legs, “You had on my old sweater. Y’know... the blue one with all of the snags in it? You had your hand shoved down the front of my favorite panties of yours.” 

Not once did either of you take your eyes off of one another. Even when he pressed his knee right up against your cunt. You choked out a moan, not even trying to hide it anymore. Carisi started wiggling his knee against you, not once breaking eye contact.

“You know how difficult it is trying to drive home when my dick is pressed against my zipper? Huh?” 

You shook your head, your eyes daring to close from the pleasure shooting through your body. 

“The thought of you crouching over in your seat to suck me off on the way home crossed my mind so many times on the way over. You just love to rile me up, don’t you?”

“It makes things more fun, Sonny.” You laughed slightly through your moans, “Now instead of your knee, why don’t you show me what you really wanna do with me?”

“Oh you’d like that.” He huffed, a cocky smirk making it’s way onto his face. “I’m not gonna give it to you if you don’t ask politely.”

You whined desperately against him, “Please, Sonny.. Give me more.” You begged, grinding your hips into his knee in an attempt to get more friction.

Carisi shook his head, “Oh I know you can do a lot better, doll.”

You sighed shakily, “Sonny, baby, please... Please fuck me... I need your cock so bad baby.”

“There it is.” He whispered, pulling away from you and sitting up slightly to undo his belt.

You didn’t even wait for him to pull the belt from it’s loops, you pushed Carisi onto the couch so he laid back all of the way. You made quick work of getting rid of your sweatpants and climbed on top of him. 

“Shit, you really can’t wait can you?” 

He dug his hand into his pants and pulled out his cock, pumping himself a few times before squeezing himself at the base. You didn’t have enough patience to go into the bedroom for any lube or a condom, but thank fuck you were on the pill. Not to mention with how wet you are, you could’ve soaked a hole through the cushions.

You waddled your way back onto his lap as he held himself still for you. When you lowered yourself down onto him, the initial stretch made you whine. You couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure, but you wanted more and more of it. Sinking all the way down onto him you stopped yourself, giving you and Carisi time to adjust. 

“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me already.” Carisi moaned, running his hands up the front of your sweat shirt to graze your stomach. “You make me wanna cum in you already.”

“Keep talking like that and I’m gonna cum too, baby.”

You both chuckled a but before you started moving. It was a slow pace to start. Each bounce of your hips making your eyes want to roll back in your head. His cock was angled just right to smack up against that bundle of nerves inside of you. Carisi pressed his thumbs into your hips to steady you, but also so he can bring his hips up to meet yours.

“God, I bet you’ve been waiting for this all day. Having my cock buried in you, with you bouncing on my lap.” Carisi growled out his own moan, “Fuck, doll, I’m almost there.”

You nodded your head, mouth hanging open to let your moans escape freely. “Me too, me too.” 

After a few more thrusts, Carisi grabbed the draw strings in your sweatshirt and pulled you down to meet him. He crashed his lips against your own. The new angle made you yelp from surprise and new found pleasure, giving Carisi the perfect opportunity to shove his tongue in your mouth. When he did that, his hips started to stutter. You dug your hands in Carisi’s hair as he came inside of you, that in turn triggering your own orgasm. Your thighs shook as you both rode yourselves out, your whole body felt like it was vibrating.

Once you calmed down, you fell against him. He lazily wrapped an arm around you and kissed the top of your forehead.

“Now that’s one way to get me home in a hurry.”

You giggled against his chest, kissing his peck as you nuzzled against him.

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[prurientpuddlejumper]

Out Tonight (Part 6)

K!nktober 2020 Kink Bingo!: Nipple Play

<- Part 5

Summary: Backstory, Spanish lessons, and finally some sober sex! 🥳 (This chapter is very NSFW/18+)

For @thatesqcrush​​’s Kink Bingo challenge! And with this, I finally finish a row! 

5,420 words

The twenty-minute coffee date Rafael Barba had been dreading somehow turned into hours without him realizing it. The summer morning passed quickly until the sun was at its zenith above the turtle pond, and all of the work-related responsibilities he would have been grinding himself to death on had slipped his mind as he wandered through the park with your hand in his.

It turned out that you did have a few things in common. You both grew up in the Bronx. Though when you told him where, he snorted and joked, “What is an upstanding young lady from Spuyten Duyvil doing with a boy from the projects?”

Your jaw dropped when he told you what neighborhood he grew up in. It was an area you were familiar with mainly as a place to avoid, especially, god forbid, at night. The clean-cut lawyer in a sharp suit did not look anything like what you’d expect from the poverty he came from. You just assumed his family was wealthy.

“That’s incredible,” you said, a new surge of admiration for him stoking the fire of your attraction. You scooted closer on the shaded bench beneath a tall oak you’d stopped to sit on, your bare leg pressing against his slacks. You still hadn’t kissed, everything just barely skirting the romantic. The touch of his hand shot electricity through your skin, just from his fingers brushing yours. Neither of you wanted to push things too far, too fast, considering the guilt still lingering between you. “You must be a genius.”

Instead of boasting with the sly, cocky grin you had learned was among his favorite facial expressions, he grew serious, all but a trace of a smile leaving his lips. “I just worked hard,” he said.

“Really hard,” you said, knowingly, squeezing his hand. “Even people who work hard, who are smart… it’s almost impossible to escape that kind of poverty. The fact that you did it is…”

His inquisitive eyes, matching the foliage behind him, were strained as if deciding whether to share something or not. But he did, quietly. “I still work hard. Every day. It feels like if I make one false step, everything could fall apart. But, I have enough to support my mother.”

“And an impressive collection of ties,” you chimed.

He smirked, lifting your hand to casually press a kiss to the back of your knuckles. “And suspenders.”

Your pulse raced. Looking up and down this flawlessly stylish man, it all made sense. “Dressed to kill,” you muttered. “You wear it like a disguise.”

He frowned, the warmth leaving his eyes. You had touched a nerve. “Would it be a disguise if you wore it, or just because I’ll always be poor deep down?”

“I didn’t mean—OK, I get how that sounded. I just mean… you are exceptionally attractive. Like, really attractive. I mean, why am I telling you? You know that. Look at you.” You continued the obsequious flattery until a sarcastic smile appeared in the corner of his lips. “You know, actually,” you admitted, “I only grew up in a good neighborhood because my dad re-married rich. The weeks I was with my mom… she worked three jobs just to support me and a crummy apartment. I could never actually count on what the step-family would pay for, so sometimes I rode on boats with rich people, and sometimes I lived off canned pasta. It was weird.”

He looked at you appraisingly as he assimilated this new tidbit of information. “It isn’t easy, straddling two worlds.”

“Except you worked your ass off to break into one, and I ran away into the woods and got really into trees. Trees don’t judge you for not fitting in.”

“I’m sorry for judging you,” he whispered, his voice turning surprisingly tender. He lifted a hand and gently brought it to your cheek. You closed your eyes as it made contact, his palm warm against your skin, the pad of his thumb soft as it began stroking your cheek. You leaned forward, and he closed the remaining distance, his lips capturing yours, slow and sweet. It was chaste at first, and careful, but neither of you wanted to break it, and as it continued, his arms wrapped around the small of your back and your shoulder, drawing you in deeper as his heady scent enveloped you, the taste of coffee on his tongue as his lips parted.

“Barba?”

Rafael practically jumped out of your arms as an inquisitive voice called his name, leaving you kissing the air. The voice belonged to a tall brunette woman pushing a toddler along in a stroller.

“Liv!” he practically shrieked in alarm, straightening himself.

You looked between them and the kid, and felt like such an idiot. “Oh my god, you are cheating!”

Liv gave you a look, and burst out laughing. “Sorry, sorry, nothing like that. I’m Sergeant Benson, SVU,” she extended you a firm handshake and explained, “I work with Barba on a lot of cases.” She turned back to Barba with an amused smirk. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your date, I just couldn’t believe my eyes. Counselor, I didn’t realize you had a personal life.”

“It’s a new thing I’m trying. How’s Noah?”

“He’s perfect,” she smiled, cooing at the curly-haired child. “He loves the turtles, so we’re going down to the pond. Beautiful day for a nature walk.”

“She knows every tree,” Barba volunteered, puffing his chest out with the same cockiness he used to talk about himself, tipping his head at you. “Go ahead, test her.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” Liv said, bemused. She gave a polite nod and a reminder that she still owed Barba a coffee for some legal thing he had come through on (which only gave you a slight pang of jealousy), and then waved goodbye, walking down the path toward the water.

You sat in silence, recovering. Barba was obviously scandalized to have been caught in a compromising position by a colleague, the tips of his ears turning red. You were glad she wasn’t his wife, but didn’t love having to suddenly confront the fact that he had an entire social life you knew absolutely nothing about. It sort of ruined the intimacy of the moment, tearing the cardboard moon out of your sky too soon.

Barba broke the silence first with a low, drawn-out groan. He turned to you, his eyes soft but flashing with passion, taking your hands in his again. “If we start seeing each other… there is a good chance you will get to know Liv in some capacity.” He closed his eyes and drew a deep breath, and on the exhale beseeched, “You cannot tell her how we met.”

The earnestness with which he implored you, holding both your hands, made you burst out laughing. He did a poor job hiding his smile as he watched you double over. When you finally contained yourself, you pecked an innocent kiss to his lips. “We can say we met at a bar. We don’t have to mention all the, uh...” Karaoke. Drunken shenanigans. Dubious consent. Whatever you call we-didn’t-have-penis-in-vagina-sex-but-you-fingered-me-until-we-orgasmed. He grimaced with you as you both recalled all of the things you would not be telling anyone about your meet-cute. Then you started remembering his fingers gliding in and out of you, his hungry lips marking up your skin, and a warm shiver ran down your back. He swallowed, seeing the lustful heaviness creep into your eyes and responding with his own.

He nearly kissed you again, wrapping you in a passionate embrace that would have hastened you to a bedroom, but you pulled back. He said “seeing each other.” You thought this was a fun fling with no strings attached, and the idea that he was already thinking about more made your heart sink with guilt. “I should tell you...”

You never got to finish your thought. Liv had only gotten fifty feet when her phone rang. She was yelling into it frantically, demanding answers. Barba’s phone buzzed with an incoming message. Liv stormed back up the path, waving to him. “There’s been a… development,” she said, censoring the case details in your presence. “They need me at the precinct. You’re probably going to want to come, too.”

“I believe I am already being summoned,” he replied, checking his phone.

“Good. I need to call the sitter. Please let everyone know I’m on my way.” She hurried off, and any hint of flirtation was gone from Barba’s eyes as he stood, fully back in cold lawyer mode as he made a phone call, then another to order a Lyft.

He was already walking with quick, purposeful steps toward the nearest exit of the park when he hung up his last call and turned back to you apologetically. You had been trailing behind him, unsure if he wanted you to follow, and didn’t miss that you were an afterthought. But his regret was sincere. And the truth was, you didn’t mind this serious version of Barba at all—the sober Barba who poured his soul into getting justice and would forget a date he had been enjoying the instant duty called—because you’d seen the drunk version who fell apart, sobbing in your arms when he let down the victims. He had a hard side and a soft side, and so far, there was nothing about him that you didn’t like.

Oh god, you had a crush on him.

“I’m sorry, I have to go. It’s an emergency,” he explained, brow furrowed heavily over yearning green eyes.

Oh god, this was only supposed to be a one-night stand. Maybe a few nights, but a stand nonetheless. How dare he look at you like that?

“It’s alright. It sounds important,” you half smiled.

“Can I call you later?” he asked. His hands were shoved into his pockets, and he had none of the confident swagger usually in his voice. It was a small, hopeful sort of question that told you there were real emotional stakes to your answer.

Oh god, did he have a crush on you, too? Did you have a crush on each other? This was terrible!

Drawn in as if by a magnetic pull, you closed the short distance, threaded your hands between his arms and body, and clasped them together behind his back. His lips quirked as his confidence returned. His hands cupped the sides of your face, then his mouth crashed against yours, fired with all of the passion of desire realized and reciprocated, relief, and longing. It was the type of kiss that would have been drawn out and sensual if it hadn’t been condensed by necessity into a hurried goodbye. You were out of breath and overheated when he broke it, seconds later.

“I’ll be waiting,” you breathed. He gave a hungry growl and a sharp, promising stare that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core before running to catch his ride.

***

Barba hated intelligent psychopaths. Even after they’d been put away, there was always some new appeal to fight, a new witness to come forward, some clever misdirection to cast their crimes into doubt. He’d been running around since noon working out deals with witnesses, obtaining warrants, and warning Liv’s detectives that they were being played. Now the sun was hanging low in the sky, and he realized he had never heard Carmen’s futile warning for him to go home already because his secretary didn’t work on weekends when he was pulling overtime. It was just him and his headache.

The time. What time was it?

He sat bolt upright in his leather office chair and groped for his phone. There was a notification from you from an hour ago that he vaguely recalled hearing buzz.

“How’s the emergency?”

He cursed and checked the time. It was getting late. Too late to make a reservation at any of the swankier restaurants he could take you. But he called you anyway, and was delighted when you answered.

“Hey. It’s Barba,” he said.

“I know,” said your amused voice on the other end of the line. “Your contact is in my phone, Sexy Karaoke Lawyer.”

He groaned in a way that was secretly a laugh. “Alright, Lorax. Are you free tonight? I’d like to take you to dinner. Actually, I thought I could make dinner. At my place?”

You gasped with mock scandalization. “Is this a booty call, Mr. Barba?”

He choked. “No. I just—” He stopped stammering when you started cackling like a grinning idiot, and his voice dropped low. “What if it is?”

The sudden shift in confidence caught you off guard, and he heard you swallow. “Then I’ll be there.”

***

It had been ages since he’d had time to make his abuelita’s costillas de puerco recipe. Or rather, it had been ages since he’d made time, considering he hardly had the time to do it now. He rushed through the corner deli at lightning pace to pick up what he needed, and rushed through prep, knowing you’d be over in less than an hour.

He had no idea why he felt such a drive to impress you. Why he needed to see you again so soon when you’d spent hours by his side that morning. The entire short time he had known you had been strange, anxiety-inducing, and guilt-ridden, but instead of hating you, he found himself wanting more.

The truth he didn’t want to admit was, every interaction with you, no matter how awkward, had been underscored by a potent sexual chemistry, and at the moment, he was nothing but a horny teenage boy who wanted to get laid.

That was all. This was some mid-forties hormonal resurgence. Madre de dios, it was a midlife crisis.

Or maybe this was what happened when he stopped getting in his own way. He’d spent years nursing a broken heart, years that turned into decades guarding himself against anyone getting too close. He never thought he’d feel this way again for somebody new. It was too late in life to meet someone who would know him as well as his childhood friends from el barrio, and they were all married by now. But he’d opened himself up just an inch, just for a night, by mistake, and let someone see past the hard, cynical facade, and now he wanted you to know him. He wanted to know you. He wanted to see how this ended. Maybe this was a revelation.

His heart jumped in his chest at the buzz of the door intercom.

***

“Hola, Rafael,” you greeted, and he grinned at the way you pronounced his name with the correct accent. “Oh my gosh, what smells amazing?”

He stood aside and nodded you in. The apartment was tiny, as most city apartments are, but tidy and well decorated. You were immediately drawn to the sturdy dining room table made of solid burl, and admired the natural chaotic pattern of the grain.

“It needs fifteen more minutes,” he said, observing with amusement how you completely ignored the good silver he’d broken out and started stroking the wood.

“What ever shall we do to pass the time?” you pouted innocently. Barba growled low in his throat, cupping a hand around your hip to draw you close, and you responded by pressing your hips flush against his, smiling lustily. Well, you had more or less agreed that dinner was a pretense for a booty call—no reason not to get right to it.

You hadn’t changed, but he was wearing a more casual wine-colored cashmere sweater, and you ran your hand up it, relishing the velvet softness under your palm as well as the shape of his chest. His lips met yours hot and searching, but didn’t stop there. They trailed over the side of your mouth, kissing down your jaw. He pressed wet, hungry kisses along your neck, and you moaned as his tongue lapped over the soft underside of your throat, his hands gliding over your hips. He pulled back by an inch. “Are you sure… you want this?” he murmured.

“God yes,” you moaned with your lips in his perfect salt-and-pepper hair, arousal raising your temperature as your body responded to his touch. “You haven’t been drinking this time?”

“Not a drop,” he replied huskily, somehow making it sound lewd as he resumed kissing the crook of your neck, and over your shoulder. You curled your fingers through his hair, and backed you up until your legs hit the edge of the table, and rested your weight against it, enjoying the feeling of being pinned as you angled your pelvis to grind against his growing erection.

“Oh, Rafa...” you moaned. “Can I call you Rafa?” you asked, not sure if the nickname was too personal. With the emotional baggage of your first night together, you hadn’t been sure if being on a first-name basis was respectful enough.

“You can call me anything you want,” he purred, his teeth gently pinching your shoulder.

You made a deep, chesty noise, sinfully considering that. “Don’t give me such broad permission, or you might regret it… papi.”

He groaned, and you felt his cock kicking against your cunt. Bunching up your skirt over your hips, you rocked your hips against him, panting just from feeling the strength of his arousal through his clothes. “Yes,” he hissed softly, holding you firmly against him as he worked his clothed erection against your panties, growing more excited with every mewl and shudder it drew from your lips. “That night was… moronic… but I remember the way I felt… how much I wanted you.” He turned his head and sucked a light bruise into your neck. “Do you still feel that way?”

You dipped your head to coax him back to your mouth, his pink lips wet with saliva as your tongue tasted them. “I wanted you to fuck me so bad,” you groaned, jerking your hips for emphasis on the word fuck. “But your fingers are very skilled… and your mouth...” You kissed him again, and felt his hand reach between your legs to slide your panties off.

His fingers paused halfway down the elastic. “Is this moving too fast?” he panted, suddenly trying to be reasonable. The kind of thing you would worry about if you were building a long-term relationship.

“Shh,” you hushed him gently. “I don’t want to think about too fast or too slow, or how different our lives are, or what’s going to happen after tonight. We’re just two strangers having fun. Can’t it just be that?”

He kissed you so softly, then. So tenderly that he could only have been subliminally trying to convince you of something more. His heart drummed with possessive affection; he already knew he wanted more than just tonight. At least the primitive, reckless part of him that didn’t overthink and over-plan every decision did. The rational part of him and the part that would say anything to please you came to an accord as he nodded, lips moving against your skin, “It can be.”

You grabbed his wrist and helped him slip your underwear the rest of the way off, stepping out of them and kicking them aside. His fingers didn’t immediately plunge themselves into your drenched folds, and his hips didn’t immediately return to grind against your wetness. His intelligent, cocky green eyes gave you a probing stare.

“Y qué quieres hacer esta noche?” he purred, low and seductive, giving you a choice.

“Oh, papi, me encanta cuándo hablas español. I want you to do anything you want to me. Anything,” you moaned, fairly certain that, with one or two exceptions, you really meant it. This man turned you on in ways you’d never experienced. There was nothing you wouldn’t try if he wanted it, and you knew he’d stop the second you asked, which made you feel bolder.

He chuckled. “Don’t give me such broad permission, dulce naturalista.”

The promise of mischief in his voice made you shiver, your cunt dripping. “Anything, papi. I just… want to know that you want me.”

He hummed. “This dress, this flimsy thing,” he hooked his index fingers through the narrow shoulder straps and tugged. “Did you know I’ve been staring at it all day, thinking about doing this?” He pulled the front down, just by a few inches, and freed your nipples. He dipped his head, and you gasped as he took one in his mouth.

“Oh god, it feels so good,” you whined as he began to suck, rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. It was like he had a direct connection to your clit. He wasn’t even touching you there, but a hot pressure began to build between your legs as he devoured your sensitive nipples.

Then he suddenly released, your hard peak popping out of his mouth with a wet sound, and you whined for him not to stop. “Tu no dominas el español, verdad?” he asked.

“Qué?” you blurted, confused, but answering his question by not understanding it.

“I didn’t think so,” he said, a devilish look in his eyes. “You need practice, so I’ve decided I’ll only give you what you want if you say it in Spanish.”

“Pero… Qué pasa si… yo no sé… how to say it in Spanish?” You did want to learn more dirty talk, but this game didn’t seem fair. You wanted him to keep sucking your tits.

“You said I could do anything I wanted...” he reminded you, bringing his hand back to one of your breasts and kneading it tormentingly slowly. “Si no lo sabes, intenta. Practica, practica, practica.”

You wondered if this was some sort of dominance thing, or if he just liked watching you struggle with his native language. It was a bit exciting, though, you had to admit. Your pulse was racing with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment, because you genuinely had no idea how to say what you wanted. “Mis… pechos? Tu lengua. Por favor.” you pointed from his mouth to your breasts.

“Por favor, chupa mis pezones,” he corrected. “Repite.” You repeated it, and before you’d finished the last syllable, he replied, “Con gusto,” and began stimulating your nipples to the point of torture with his nimble lawyer’s tongue.

“Oh god,” you whimpered, your voice high and pleading, “It feels so good.” You bucked your hips into his and curled your fingers around the back of his head trying to force him to keep going, but he pulled back.

“En español,” he chided.

“En serio?!” you complained, but he simply watched you with his eyebrows quirked, waiting. “Me siento bien?” you tried. He smiled approvingly and lowered his sultry mouth to your skin again, flicking your hardened peak while pinching it between his lips. This time he pushed his hips back against yours so you could feel the heat of his erection on your pussy, and it sent new waves of electricity coursing through your body, which was already heaving just with the attention to your breasts. “Por favor, más... Oh god, yes,” you whimpered.

“Qué sabor muy rica, tu piel,” he murmured, muffled in your skin. “You taste delicious.” The vibrations from his speech tore a choked whimper from your lips, and you bucked your hips against his cock.

You bit down on your lower lip, fighting your rising climax even as you lifted one leg, wrapping it over his hip, to hasten it. “I’m gonna—oh god, you’re going to make me come just from this!”

“Voy a venir,” he coached you in a firm, teacher-like voice that nearly made you double over with arousal. “O puedes decir, ‘Me vas a poner a venir.’”

“M-me pon… ah!” he lightly nipped at your sensitive peak, turning the rest of what you were trying to say into helpless babble. “Please, please fuck me… oh god.” Before he could correct you, you remembered what he’d taught you in the bar right before begging you to leave with him so he could fuck your brains out. “Dámelo duro, papi.”

His whole body shuddered as he took in a shaking breath, but sober Barba never lost control until he decided to surrender it. As much as he wanted to fuck you, he was having too much fun teasing you. “You could also say, ‘Quiero que me coges,’” he explained academically, and you growled with frustration, writhing under him, your cunt seeking purchase against his cock. “If you’re going to speak a language, you’ve got to practice it,” he said, his voice far too calm and even for the circumstance, even with its wicked undertone.

“Dámelo! Por favor! Dáme tu pinga!” you begged frantically, rapid-firing off every way to ask for his cock that you could think of. You reached between your bodies and grasped his engorged sex through his tightened pants and stroked him hard from balls to tip. Your efforts were rewarded with an involuntary whine, Barba’s hips jerking forward.

“Me rindo,” he whimpered in surrender. His breath was ragged and he looked ready to fall apart. You purred with victory, but as you slowed the furious pace of your stroking, he recovered enough of his senses to smirk through his lust. “Pero primero, quiero saborearte.” His voice was thick, and his eyes dark as a tropical storm on a Caribbean island. He lifted the leg you’d wrapped around him up onto the table, and knelt beneath you. “Con tu permiso?”

You nodded, gasping sharply even before his tongue made contact with your soaked pussy just from the obscene expression on his face as he opened his mouth and extended the point of his tongue as he slowly leaned toward you. Your hands braced behind you on the table for support. Then you cried out loud when that tongue did hit you, slightly cold from the air, but quickly warming to match you as his mouth closed over your whole cunt. “Ah, que rica,” he sighed into your pussy, lapping at your slippery arousal with broad, languid strokes of his tongue, unhurried, as if he were aiming for no particular goal but to enjoy your flavor. “So wet for papi. Qué buena estudiante eres. Good students should be rewarded.”

He finally stood back up to his full height in front of you and removed his pants and underwear, letting them fall around his ankles, and his cock sprang free. You gaped down at it in awe. “Oh god, look at that cock,” you practically drooled. You automatically reached down and started stroking it, babbling on about what a thick, beautiful cock it was. He was too lost in the touch of your fingers wrapped around his shaft to even complain that it wasn’t Spanish.

“Ah, condoms!” he interjected before pushing himself inside you like every muscle in his body was screaming to do. “I’ve got some in the bedroom.”

You chewed your lip, not sure if this would come off the wrong way since he wanted to be responsible, but you slowly said, “We don’t need to use one if you don’t want. I’m on the pill, and I don’t have any STDs.”

His stormy eyes pierced into you, clearly tempted, but he couldn’t help remarking cynically, “If you give me a disease, I swear...”

“I’m afraid I don’t have my medical records on me, so I understand if you don’t want to take my word for it. I don’t know why I’m blindly trusting you.” That was a lie. Everything about Rafael Barba screamed precision, caution, and consent, and even after such a short time knowing him, you were absolutely certain he would never put you at risk. In fact, there was no way he’d ever have unprotected sex with a stranger.

Except his very next words were, “Fuck it,” and he hooked his arm under your elevated leg, and began rubbing his thick cock through your folds, coating it with your slick arousal. “You are absolutely sure you want this?” he looked at you with soft, understanding eyes, checking for any doubts.

You let out a needy whine, rolling your hips to rub your pussy against the tip of his fat cock. “Te quiero,” you whimpered, intending to say you wanted it, but his cheeks reddened and his heart flipped as you said something better translated as I love you.

You wouldn’t realize your mistake until much later, thinking back on it, or understand why his face was suddenly frozen between tenderness and panic, and then dawning realization, relief, and a small, barely noticeable wince of disappointment.

He entered you slowly, letting you feel every inch of stretch from his cock. Like the rest of his build, it was not the longest you had ever seen, but it was impressively girthy, and each blissful inch he worked you open brought the slightest fraying edge of pain. He knew his size could be a challenge, and was practiced at preparing, and patience. You were already so dripping wet, you didn’t need extra lube, though he had it on standby, and watched you carefully, pausing to let you rest every time he advanced. As he waited, feeling your walls relax to accept him, he ducked his head to your breasts, savoring the helpless squeals you made when he gave attention to what he learned was one of your most sensitive erogenous zones. Every time he flicked his tongue over your nipple or sucked its hardened peak into his mouth, your cunt twitched around him and your back arched to take more of him. It worked so well, he never stopped teasing your breasts, and your silent cries of, “Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god!” grew in intensity until you were screaming with pleasure, fist clenched in his hair as you held him to your chest, and his balls were pressed tight against your ass.

Panting hard and moaning into your breasts, he began to thrust, slowly at first, but you wrapped your legs around his back and used them as leverage to buck your hips into him, pushing back into each of his thrusts, deepening them and coaxing him to increase his pace. As you angled your hips, he began hitting a deep point inside that made your legs turn to jelly. “Dámelo bien duro,” you tried to say, but it mostly came out as unintelligible gasps and whimpers. His mouth never left your tits and you loved the angle it gave you, being able to watch his face, strained with concentration and clouded with lust, and his tongue working diligently to bring you to a climax that took you off guard with how suddenly it crashed over you. You couldn’t say there was no buildup to it, because you had been in throes since he first pulled down your dress, but he had barely begun to thrust when the heat coiling in your lower back suddenly tightened and snapped, shooting sparks behind your eyelids. “Ah—Rafa!” you wailed, squeezing your fingers in his hair.

He gasped, releasing the globe of your breast from his mouth at the wracking of your body in his arms. Your pussy convulsed, clenching tightly around his cock, coating it in your sweet release, almost too tight for him to thrust through. One more jerk of his hips through your rippling, fluttering muscles and he let out a string of swears, and you felt his abdominal muscles tense up against your belly. He pulled back and thrust into you once more, balls swinging against your ass, and his hot seed flooded you. He panted, trembling, still trying to hold onto you, though halfway sitting on a dining table without knocking off any of the plates was not the most ideal location for post-coital recovery cuddling. He grabbed a few paper napkins from behind you to catch the drippings as he pulled out.

It was over too fast, a testament to how long it had been for him. Both of you, really. But you weren’t disappointed. He made you come almost entirely with that silver tongue of his, and you were still shaking too much to take your weight off the table and put it on your legs.

The timer on the oven rang shrilly, announcing dinner was done.

“After dinner,” he promised, pulling his pants back on. “Quiero más de tu cuerpo.”

You were satisfied, but not yet sated, and looked forward to round two.

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Shush

Pairing: Jonas Nightingale x Reader

Fandom: Leap of Faith the Musical

Requested: No

Warning: Smut (duh). Do NOT read if you’re under the age of 18! Use of a gag. Oral (female receiving). P in V.

A/N: This covers the gags square in the Kink Bingo @thatesqcrush​ created. It’s a continuance of «I can Read You».

«Then I guess I’ll just have to keep fucking you then?»

His words still lingering in the air. Jonas had been true to his words the pervious night, much to your delight.

You woke up before him, smiling at the dull ache between your legs. It made you squirm to think how good he had fucked you the previous night. «Hmm. Good morning», he murmured, pressing soft kisses to the back of your neck. «Good morning», you replied, turning over in his arms. «How are you feeling?» he asked, sounding worried. «I feel fine. Could go for another round to be honest.» He couldn’t help but laugh at that. «Yeah? Good. Cause I never got to pay you back for last night.» The way he said it made you a bit weary. «Meaning?» you asked worriedly.

Pinning you under him, Jonas quickly grabbed the hem of the shirt you had thrown on before falling asleep last night. «Jonas?» That was the first time you had said his first name out loud, and it seemed to stir something in him. «A shame you’re only now saying it», he murmured, bunching your shirt up while also pulling it towards your head. Thinking he was gonna lift it over your head you bent your upper body up, but that just made him chuckle. «Nope, lay back down sweetheart, and open your mouth», he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

In the end, the shirt was bunched up around your arms and head, and he pressed the fabric over your open mouth towards your teeth, «Be a good girl and bite down on it», he growled. Your eyes read a mix of shock and confusion as you did what he said. «I’m returning the favor from yesterday and shutting you up», he mused, kissing the delicate skin of your neck.

A moan left your gagged mouth as Jonas kissed his way down you body. Soft pillowy kisses making a trail towards where you wanted him the most. If you weren’t currently being simultaneously silenced and having your arms tied up by your shirt you’d tell Jonas where you wanted him to put his mouth whilst also running your hands through his luscious dark brown hair. But all you could do was watch him with wonder.

«Good girl», he murmured, reaching your pubic bone. «What was that? You gotta speak up», he teased, his thumb rubbing your bundle of nerves.

In this moment, you hated Jonas Nightingale. Well, maybe you didn’t hate him, but you hated how reduced you were. «Look at you, so beautiful, tied up and gagged, all for me», he mused, licking an experimental stripe up your core. One strangled moan after the other slipped your moan.

You were sure you could pull off the impromptu gag, but it was hot, to be so confined while Jonas had his way with you. Oh how close you were, feeling your pending orgasm fast approaching. Surely Jonas could tell.

«Christ, you’re so wet. Are you close sweetheart?» he murmured, lapping up your juices. You could only nod your head at this, well, you could barely even do that. Not that he seemed to mind. «Hold it. I want to be inside you when you cum.» That made you groan as you tried your best to will away the oncoming release.

You were about to cry out when Jonas sat up, his thumb connecting with his thumb with your clit again, rubbing it while he started rubbing his hardened cock. Your shirt was getting damp as your mouth filled with drool. «Look at you. So responsive to me. What do you want me to do sweetheart? Want me to fuck you? You want me to fill your tight cunt up with my cock?» Oh God did that sound delicious. You nodded your head as best you could, moans slipping from you.

He needed no further encouragement as he slipped into you, causing you both to groan. «Oh fuck! You take me so well!» he growled, setting a steady pace.

If you weren’t gagged, you would beg him to go faster, you would kiss his neck, his lips, anywhere you could reach. And if your hands weren’t tied, you would run your hands through his hair, down his back, and cup his nicely shaped ass. This man was like poison, and you couldn’t get enough of him.

All you could do to encourage him to set a faster pace was to clamp down on his cock, and fuck if those sounds coming from his lips didn’t turn you on even more. «Fuck! Oh shit! You look so hot gagged like that!» He moaned.

Breathing through your nose, you tilted your head backwards, feeling the coil in your core tightening again, ready to snap, and yet, you couldn’t tell him that. But you had a feeling he knew. Even if you had only been sleeping together since last night, it was like he knew everything about your body. It was almost like he had been fucking you for years. «I—I’m—Oh FUCK!» he moaned, showing the tell tale signs that he was close too. «Cum with me sweetheart. Cream all over this cock for me like a good little slut!» he moaned, gripping your hips as he pound into you.

With a strangled scream, you came, and you came hard. Back arched up off the mattress and your head pressed into the pillows. Your vision went white and you were sure you were going to pass out from the pleasure.

You almost didn’t hear him at first, your hearing and sight blocked by the shear feeling of pure, carnal release.

He quickly pulled the makeshift gag off of your head and arms, tossing the fabric to the side. «Sweetheart? Are you okay?» he asked, a little louder this time as his hand came down to caress your cheek.

Nodding you head, you gave him a soft smile. «I’m more that okay», you croaked, not realizing how raw your voice sounded. «You did so good for me sweetheart», he cooed, pulling you into his embrace. «So good.»

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[adarafaelbarba]

Dirty Talk (NSFW)

Pairing: Sonny Carisi x reader

Fandom: Law and Order SVU

Requested: Yes

Request: «Ohhhh. Dirty talk with carisi please??? 😉😉😉» - @detective-giggles​

Warnings: vulgar language. Smut. NSFW (If I forget to mention the condom assume reader is on the pill).

A/N: This is as part of @thatesqcrush​ ’s kink bingo. It covers the dirty talk square.

At first glance Sonny seemed like an innocent bean who could never be anything but an actual angel. Something his catholic upbringing had made sure off. His persona and soft spoken tone was what had initially drawn you to him.

It wasn’t that your sex life was boring, as a matter of facts it was far from it. Not to mention Sonny was very vocal in bed when it came to moans. But it was usually just praise at how good it felt. You wanted him to really say it like he felt it, no matter how vulgar or dirty it sounded.

…

You had planned the evening out during your slow day in the office. Dinner first, Sonny’s favorite meal. A few glasses of wine. You would wear his favorite lingerie set under a gorgeous red number. Excitement filled your mind at the thoughts at how Sonny would reacted, making you bite your lip.

At 2pm you clocked out, saying goodbye to your colleagues before practically running to your car. You didn’t have time to waste. Sonny had said he’d be done at 5pm, giving you three hours to get ready.

…

You’d showered and dressed quickly. Applying an elegant but simple amount of makeup, complete with red lips and winged eyeliner. Your hair was curled, and you were now stood finishing dinner, the soft sound of Frank Sinatra singing filled the spacious apartment.

The sound of keys unlocking the door brought you back to reality, smiling to yourself. «Doll? I’m home», Sonny called out. «In here baby», you called back, biting your lip in anticipation.

«Wow, doll, you look incredible!» he gasped, his eyes raking over your figure. «Yeah?» you asked innocently. «Absolutely yeah.» His hands were on you, pulling you flush against him, his hard member pressed against your ass. «Dinner’s almost ready baby», you purred, wriggling your hips slightly. «I’m gonna take a quick shower and then I’ll join you doll», he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the slope of your neck.

…

He emerged from your shared bedroom 10 minutes later, dressed in a pair of grey slacks and a crisp white shirt, the top three buttons undone. «Hmmm, you look so good baby», you purred, putting the plates down on the table before pulling him in for a kiss.

«What’s this all for then?» he asked, his hands on your ass. «What? I’m not allowed to spoil my hard working man for no reason?» You teased in return, biting down on your lip. That made him blush. «Of course you do, doll. It’s just so out of the blue is all», he shrugged. «Sit. Eat. Relax», you purred, pushing him down in a chair.

…

You were sat on the couch after dinner, wine glasses in hand and your legs on his lap. «You look incredible, doll», Sonny murmured, his fingers dancing on your bare legs. «Yeah? How does it make you feel?» you asked, sipping on the wine. «It makes me so hard to see you like this», he groaned.

Getting up from the couch, you made your way to the kitchen, the answer not satisfying you and your quest. «Did I say something wrong doll?» Sonny asked, following you like a lost puppy. You didn’t say anything as you refilled your wine glass. «Hey, talk to me. Let me make it better.» This time you turned and looked him deep in his eyes. «I want you to be more vulgar when you talk during sex. Be more dominant when you speak», you whispered, feeling a blush creep up on your face. Wanting something and asking for it seemed to be two different things for you as you stood there, looking at each other.

«Oh», he murmured, placing his wine glass down before taking yours and doing the same. «That’s what you want?» you nodded at this, biting down on your lip. Feeling his fingers tilt your head up by your chin, «What my Queen wants, she gets», he murmured, kissing you hard.

It felt like every breath in your body escaped from the sheer force of the kiss. Moans were muffled by his mouth and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, massaging it over yours.

After what seemed like a lifetime, he pulled away, trying to catch his breath as you steadied yours. He looked at you with lust filled eyes as he took your hand and lead you to the bedroom.

«Strip», he demanded. Not thinking twice you pulled down the zipper of your dress, eyes glued to his, «Slowly». You almost came on the spot at the sound of his sultry voice. Slipping the dress off slowly you let it pool at your feet, your eyes on his, looking at him for instruction. He groaned at the sight of you. «Fuck babe», he murmured, biting his lip.

A tingling sensation set at your core at the sound of him swearing. You never thought you could come from his voice alone, but now that you were hearing him, you felt the coil twist. «Take off the lingerie. Let me see you babe», he murmured.

Doing as he said, you slowly slipped off your lingerie. He sucked in a breath as he took you in. «You make me so fucking hard, just looking at you babe», he growled, pulling you in for a bruising kiss.

As you went to kneel in front of him, Sonny shook his head, taking your hands in his. «Get on the bed, ass in the air», he said, squeezing your ass.

Again you did as he said, kneeling on the bed before laying your upper body down. You listened as he got undressed, waiting in anticipation for what would come next.

Seconds later you felt one hand on your hip as he rubbed the tip of his cock at your core. «Hmm», you mewled feeling heated at the sensation. «Yeah? You like that? You like when I tease you with my cock?» he growled, squeezing your ass, «Answer me princess, or I’ll stop and I won’t let you cum tonight.» That made you freeze. «Please baby. Please make me feel good. Please let me cum», you pleaded, looking back at him.

«Should I?» he chuckled darkly, «Please baby. Fuck me», you mewled. Not saying anything else, he pushed into you, burying his member deep in you in one swift movement. «Is this what you wanted, hmmm? You wanted me to fuck you? To tell you all my darkest feelings about you?» you let out a strangled moan, hearing him talk like that while fucking you. «Yes baby, fuck me good. Tell me how good you feel», you moaned out.

Squeezing down on his member, Sonny let out a loud growl, «Fuck babe, you take me so well. Feels so fucking good when you squeeze me like that baby!» he moaned, pounding into you like there was no tomorrow. «Oh fuck! Just like that baby!» You cried out, moaning into the mattress. «No! Let me hear you. Let me hear how good I make you feel baby!» he demanded, grabbing a fist full of hair and pulling you up.

You can feel yourself get closer with every pounding. Grabbing his hand with yours, you brave yourself to lift it up and placing it around your throat. When he didn’t move it away, you let go of his hand and wrapped one around him to run your fingers through his hair, while the other one rubbed your neglected clit.

«Look at you baby, so beautiful and attentive. Taking my cock so well», he growled, nipping at your earlobe. «Baby, I’m so close. Please let me cum», you whimpered in response, your fingers rubbing frantically over your clit. «Let go for me baby, let me hear how good my cock makes you feel», he growled, hand squeezing down a little more on your throat.

Letting go, you let out a pleasured scream of his name, which set off his own orgasm. Hot ropes of his release filling you as he let you drop down on the mattress again.

When you both had come down from your highs, Sonny laid down next to you, pulling you towards him. «That was fucking amazing, doll», he growled, kissing you passionately. «Yeah, best sex in a while», you smirked, pressing lazy kisses to his chest. «Tease», he murmured. Letting out a soft giggle, you looked up at him and smiled, «Next time I’ll let you try out one of your fantasies on me», you suggested. «Oh there’s a couple I could think about.» he smirked, rolling you both over so he was on top again, «I’m already excited», you whispered.

[adarafaelbarba]

Hey lovely request :) you and Nick and partners and have to go somewhere overnight for a case. There was a stuff up with the book and well there is only 1 room left and a 1 queen bed and ah you know....

Fandom: Law and Order SVU

Pairing: Nick Amaro x reader

Requested: Yes

Request: «Hey lovely request :) you and Nick and partners and have to go somewhere overnight for a case. There was a stuff up with the book and well there is only 1 room left and a 1 queen bed and ah you know….» - @itsjustmyfantasyroom

A/N: this will be part of @thatesqcrush ’s kinktober bingo, under the Cunilingus square! 

«What do you mean there’s only one room left?» You asked the girl at the front desk. «Well, is there at least two beds?» she shook her head, shrugging. It wasn’t her fault of course. But it didn’t make it any better. You and your partner, Nick were supposed to drive back to New York tonight, but the weather said otherwise, so you had to check into a hotel. Huffing, you looked at Nick, «You up for it?» at this he shrugged before nodding. «We’ll take it then», you said to the girl, taking the key from her hand.

The way up to the room was silent. It was only for a few hours, until the storm passed and it was clear to keep driving. «I can sleep on the floor», you offered, looking at him as he unlocked the door. «Don’t be an idiot (Y/N), we can share the bed.»

If it had been any of the others on the team it would have been fine. Heck even with Barba. But you found your head spinning at the thought of sharing a bed with Nick, the guy you had been crushing on since you joined the squad.

Going into the bathroom you dressed down to your tank top, which you always wore under your button up shirts. You had brought a toothbrush, something you always did when driving going out of the city. But you hadn’t thought you would be sharing a room, or a bed, with Nick, so you had nothing to sleep in.

You finished up in the bathroom and collected your clothes before exiting, trying your best to pull your top down to not flash your ass to your partner.

Nick was under the covers when you got out, sitting against the headboard. «Bathroom is ready if you need it», you murmured, placing your things down on the desk in front of the bed. «Thanks», he murmured, getting out of bed. He was wearing his undershirt and boxers, and just looking at him so underdressed made you bite down on your lip hard, feeling the familiar warmth pool in your panties.

You were fishing your bra off without taking your top on when Nick came back out from the bathroom. «What are you doing?» he questioned, giving your a funny look. «I can’t sleep in this contraption, I’d end up being accidentally stabbed in my sleep if it breaks.» You shrugged, chuckling at his confused expression.

Shaking your head you placed your bra under your shirt on the table before getting into bed. «Good night Nick», you said, putting your phone on charging before turning the lights off. «Good night (Y/N)», he murmured.

…

You woke up in the middle of the night by a loud boom coming from outside. Trying to sit up you found it impossible by the weight on you. Looking over to your side, Nick’s face was so close you could feel his breath on your face. Who knew the hard ass, Nick Amaro, was into cuddling? you thought to yourself, trying to free yourself. «Oh, shit, I’m sorry (Y/N)», he murmured, having been woken up by your movements. «It’s okay, I—I didn’t mean to wake you», you responded. Having him so close to you would fuel your fantasies for weeks.

Rolling away from you, you felt the sudden loss on your hip, as if something had been pressing into your hip. You looked over discretely, eyes landing on his groin. A breath hitched in your throat, and you prayed that he didn’t hear it.

«You okay (Y/N)?» Nick asked, turning his head to look over at you. «Y—yeah», you whimpered, wanting to hit yourself for displaying a moment of weakness. The sound of shuffling sheets made you look back over at him, a yelp leaving your lips as he kissed you softly. Moaning into the kiss your hand grabbed onto his shirt.

The kiss grew more heated and you soon found Nick on top of you, grounding down on your core. Moaning out in pleasure at the friction, you grabbed hold of the hem of his shirt, pulling it off him. «Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop», he murmured into your neck as he trailed kisses. «I don’t want you to stop Nick», you moaned return.

Hearing this, Nick quickly discarded your top, trailing kisses down your exposed body. «If you want to mark me, please do it where no one can see it», you pleaded, loving the feeling of his lips on your burning skin.

Your heart was pounding in your chest by now as Nick kissed your inner thigh. Biting down on your lip you laced your fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp. He pulled your underwear off in one swift movement. «Hmmm», he murmured, flicking his tongue over your nub. «Nick!» you moaned out, head tossed back in pleasure.

That was all the encouragement he needed to delve in, lips sucking on your core while his fingers collected your wetness. His movements left you breathless as your fingers found anchor point in the sheets. «Just like that!» you squealed.

He ripped out one moan after another when he pressed one finger and then one more into your heat. It was all getting too much for you and you found yourself clamping down on his digits, letting him know how close you were. «Let go for me baby girl», he murmured, scissoring his fingers inside you, always seeming to hit the right spot.

With one finally shout of his name, you let go, feeling your head spinning and your vision going blurry.

When you finally came back to it he was still between your legs, lapping up your juices. «Hmm, Nick. Too sensitive», you whimpered, hands going back into his hair.

«That was the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed», he murmured, kissing up your body again before kissing your lips. «Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard ever», you chuckled, returning the kiss, moaning at the taste of yourself on his lips.

Silence came over the room as he laid there over you, one of your hands in his hair, the other caressing his back. «I love you (Y/N), I should have said something before, but I didn’t cause I was scared you wouldn’t like me back», he rambled, looking at you. «I love you too Nick. I have since I first met you», you murmured, pulling him down to kiss him again.

The sound of his heart beat helped your body calm down enough that you fell asleep in his arms. And that night you slept better than you had in months.

[adarafaelbarba]

You wanted to see what we could come up with? 👀👀 How about reader experiments with calling Rafi "papi" in bed and it turns out he really likes it 😶😅

Hey, lovely nonny! Sorry, this is super late! But now seemed like a perfect time to post this, seeing as my lovely friend, @thatesqcrush is doing Kinktober it just fit to post this now 😅 Hope you enjoy dear ❤️

                                        ~~~

Pairing: Rafael Barba x reader

Fandom: Law and Order SVU

Warning: NSFW (not fully though). Some use of Spanish.

Requested: yes

Request: You wanted to see what we could come up with? 👀👀 How about reader experiments with calling Rafi "papi" in bed and it turns out he really likes it 😶😅 - Anon

MASTERLIST!

The door cracked open, followed by two bodies all but falling through it. «Fuck mi amor, you look amazing tonight», Rafael moaned, taking in the looks of his girlfriend in front of him. «Hmmm. Yeah?» she purred, pulling him back to her.

She drove him wild constantly. Every touch leaving a burning tingle on his skin. Her lips ghosting over him, teasing him to come closer, to wrap his arms around her and pull her close just so he could claim her lips with his. The way she said his name. In a low whisper at night before going to bed. Or how she moaned out his name during their intimate times together. The way she almost scolded him at work when they had to put up the facade that they didn’t like each other.

Cupping her butt he pulled her as close as he could, his lips working marks into her neck. «Rafi, baby, no marks. I won’t be able to lie a—about them», she stuttered, a whimper following as he bit down on her exposed neck. «I don’t care cariño», he murmured.

He noted how she shivered at how he traced his tongue along her collarbone. She was so responsive to every touch, every lick and every kiss. It was almost as if her body gravitated towards where they were connected. Wether it was his hand on her waist or his lips on hers.

«Let’s take this to the bedroom», he said in a low voice, his hands squeezing her ass slightly. «Lead the way papi», she purred, biting her lip at the feeling of his hands on her ass. It was as if he had been struck by lightning, she had never called him that before. «What did you say?» he asked, looking at her with a confused look. «I said lead the—wait—did that turn you on Rafi?» she smirked at the thought of her calling him papi had some form of effect on him. «Yes. Say it again hermosa», he murmured, smacking her ass.

Squealing, she leaned in closer, her lips ghosting over his ear, «papi», she whispered, nipping at his earlobe. «Dios mío!» he groaned, feeling his pants growing tighter. Leaning over the other side, «Papi», she whispered into his other ear, nipping at that earlobe too. «Princesa, you’re threading in dangerous territory», he murmured, his fingers ghosting over the straps of her dress. «What are you going to do papi? Punish me?» That drew out a moan.

«Maybe I will.» he smirked at how she seemed to draw a sharp breath. Letting the dress fall to the floor, Rafael took her hands in his, pulling her with him. «Maybe I’ll show you what happens to brats who tease.» From anyone else, that sentence would cause her to laugh, but somehow it just sounded alluring, sensual, sexy, coming from Rafael. «Yeah? And what would that be?» she was threading dangerously, but it didn’t scare her.

It wasn’t that their sex life was vanilla. Far from it. But did that mean she wanted to stop exploring? Hell no! She loved finding more ways to have fun, more ways to please Rafael.

Letting out a squeal as he picked her up, (Y/N) let Rafael carry her to their shared bedroom. «I’ll show you hermosa», he growled, kissing her exposed neck.

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[adarafaelbarba]

Cure my ache

Pairing: Rafael Barba x reader

Fandom: Law and Order Special Victims Unit

Requested: No

Warning: Smut (duh). Do NOT read if you’re under the age of 18! oral (female receiving).

A/N: This covers the Nipple play square in the Kink Bingo @thatesqcrush​ created. This means that I’ve completed another line and can therefore call BINGO! 😂🙈 -Karen

You loved his touches. It didn’t matter where as long as his hands were on you. Whether it was on the small of your back trying to move past you, or on you ass when you went to events. How he rubbed your back when you were cuddled up on the couch, and how he sometimes just grabbed your hand out of nowhere to hold it. It drove you wild when his hands would go all over you during sex, but especially when he would tweak and tease your nipples.

«Rafi! More!» You moaned as he took his time exploring your body. «Where hermosa? You got to use your words and you know that», he murmured in return. Grabbing his hands you lifted them to your bra clad breasts.

Lately you had been feeling especially sensitive there. Not so much that you had to forgo any items of clothing. Well, you often took your bra off as soon as you came home from work, but that was besides the point really.

«You like that huh? Like when I touch your tits?» he murmured, massaging them. «Hmmmm. Feels so good!» you purred, cupping his bulge in your hand. «Oh fuck!» he moaned.

«I got something the other day that I want to try on you», he murmured, his hips bucking into your hands. His comment intrigued you, and you bit your lip, looking at him. «Oh? Now I’m intrigued», you murmured. «Mhm, I think you’ll like it.» Now you really wanted to know what it was.

He kept eye contact with you as his hands left your breasts and travelled back to unclasp your bra. «Are you gonna tell me what it is? Or do I have to guess?» You asked. «Paciencia querida», he murmured, hands going back to cup your breasts, his thumbs teasing the hardened pebbles. «Your nipples are so hard right now.» You moaned as his fingers ran over the sensitive flesh before he dipped forward and took one in his mouth. «Oh fuck! Yes Rafi!»

You swore you melted on the spot in pure ecstasy at the mer touch of his mouth on your breasts.

Treating the other nipple to the same treatment as the first, Rafael sucked willingly on it tweaking on the first one. “Hmmm. Feels so good Rafi”, you mewled, your hand running through his hair.

...

You were laid out on the bed, moaning and thrashing around as he fastened the clamps on your nipples. “Lay still mi amor!” He mused. “Rafi! I—oh!“ you whimpered in return, a squeal leaving your lips as he turns on the vibration function for the clamps.

It was like nothing you had felt before in your life. And with the already sensitive feeling on your breasts, this was heaven.

Reaching over for your boyfriends hands you bit down on your lip. “Fuck me papi”, you moaned, gasping when he turned the vibration up a notch.

“You want me to fuck you, huh? Tonight is about you”, Rafael murmured, leaning over to kiss you before his lips trailed down your body, once more stopping at your chest, scattering kisses across the heated flesh.

His lips continued their descent after deeming his attention to your boobs sufficient. And they soon found themselves hovering over where you wanted them the most. “Rafi!” You whined.

You soon realised that if you kept whining or “complaining” he turned the vibration up. This made you whimper even more at the feeling.

“Paciencia mi amor”, he murmured, pressing kisses to your thighs. “Please papi, make me feel good”, you moaned, hands running through his hair.

Rafael finally gave in, putting his lips around your clit as he started sucking. Your arousal hit peak as your back arched and your head pressed into the mattress.

He could sense that you were close. And wasted no time pushing one and then two fingers into your dripping core. “Fuuuuuck!” You moaned, almost not feeling Rafael push you back down to the mattress. “I’m so close papi”, you purred. But he could feel that. He could feel how you were clamping down on his digits.

“Cum for me hermosa!” He commanded. And with no further need of encouragement, you came, screaming his name as moans and swear words followed in short tandems like a mantra.

...

When you finally came down from your incredible high, you couldn’t help but smile wide. “That, was amazing Rafi! Best surprise ever!” You giggled at his amused look as you pulled him down to kiss him, moaning at the taste of you on his lips. “That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen querida”, he mused, kissing you again.

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[adarafaelbarba]

May I please have a Nick Amaro tied up and praise kink....as sexy you like! You know how i like it 😏

Pairing: Nick Amaro x reader

Fandom: Law and Order SVU

Requested: Yes

Request: «May I please have a Nick Amaro tied up and praise kink....as sexy you like! You know how i like it 😏» - @itsjustmyfantasyroom

Warning: Smut (duh). Do NOT read if you’re under 18. Oral (male receiving). Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it. It’s not mentioned, but she’s on the pill and they’re both clean). Dirty talk 👀.

A/N: Oh he’ll be tied up alright 😏 This covers the Shibari square for the Kink Bingo @thatesqcrush created. So a little bit of a change in the request, but I’m sure you’d like the finished product babes 🥰

A/N2: Another fic makes 3! I’m feeling particularly creative today, so it’s your lucky day today kids! 😊 enjoy ❤️ -Karen

Your sex life with Nick was amazing, you couldn’t even deny it if you wanted to. He knew exactly what you wanted, and how you wanted it. Bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. The two of you often experimenting with different kinks. It was just one of the many reasons your relationship was so healthy.

Like now, you were standing over him as his arms were tied behind his back and he was looking up at you with lust filled eyes. It was rare that Nick wanted to give you the power over him, he was just naturally dominating. But you lived for moments like this, where you were fully in control of everything.

«Do something please cariño», he murmured, looking at you with pleading eyes as you just kept standing there. «What do you want me to do? Use your words guapo», you purred, caressing his cheek with the pad of your thumb. «Your mouth. I want your mouth on my cock», he moaned. «Yeah? Want me to suck you off? Want to cum in my mouth and watch me swallow it?» He nodded at this, «Please!» You had to contain the laugh that was threatening to burst at his neediness.

Kneeling down in front of him, your hands rub up and down his lap. «Please stop teasing me hermosa», he whined. You were sure that Nick hated being tied up now, but you had told him it would be a better experience since he couldn’t touch you. «Is my baby getting a bit needy?» you teased, leaning up to kiss him softly on the lips. «Just please, put me in your mouth, I need it so much.»

You absolutely loved hearing him like this. It was a rare occasion and you were gonna bask in it while it lasted. «Please baby, please take me i—oh fuck!» He moaned as you took as much as you could fit into your mouth, your free had pumping what you couldn’t take.

Nick was a moaning mess at this point. Incoherent babble slipping from his mouth as you worked his weeping, hard cock. «Yes, oh fuck, yes! F—feels so good!» he growled, hips bucking up and you gagged around him. «Sit still, or I’ll stop», you commanded, looking at him. «I’m sorry, please don’t stop. Your mouth feels so good», he begged.

Bending your head again you wrapped your lips around his cock again as picked up the speed as you sucked him, feeling yourself get wetter at the sounds he made.

It didn’t take him long to reach his orgasm and he came with a shout of your name, spurting his hot seeds down your waiting throat. «Open your mouth hermosa, let me see you swallow it», he pleaded.

You quickly sat back and opened your mouth, showing that you had indeed swallowed the salty, sticky liquid. «Fuck that’s so hot!» he groaned.

«This time I want you to cum inside me while I ride you», you said, looking at him as his eyes got wide. «Would you like that?» he nodded at that and you got off the floor, quickly straddling him. «Kiss me, cariño», he murmured. You smiled at him, his neediness making him sound younger, more innocent.

Pressing your lips to his, the kiss started off softly before it gained momentum, tongues dancing over each other as you lined his cock up with your core. «Ready for me guapo?» you purred, «I’m always ready for you hermosa», he murmured, kissing you again as you sank down on you.

«Oh fuck! That feels good!» you moaned, pausing for a bit to let yourself adjust to him. «You fit me so well, oh fuck feels so good around me babe!» he moaned in return, bucking his hips up into yours.

You took that as a sign that you should move, thrusts starting slow and deliberate before you added the speed and bounced up and down on him. «Fuck papi you fill me up so well! Stretching me out so deliciously!» you moaned, arms wrapped around his neck for leverage. «Look at you bebé, tied up and needy for me. You want to touch me don’t you?» you knew damn well he wanted to touch you by how he was straining at the ropes. «Yes baby, I want to touch you so bad», he moaned, bucking his hips up to meet yours.

It drove you absolutely wild when he fucked you raw. Which was one of the reasons why you were on birth control so that he could take you raw as much as he, and you, wanted. «You gonna cum again?» you asked, pulling at his hair. «Yeah, I’m gonna fill you up, gonna make you scream my name as you come undone», he growled.

That made you pick up your speed even more, bouncing up and down as you both hit your highs. «Oh fuck, (Y/N)!» Nick moaned out, his lips sucking marks on the skin he could reach. «Nick! Oh, yes!» you moaned in response, pulling at his restraints whilst simultaneously pressing your chest up towards his face.

A breathless squeal left your lips as your boyfriend started sucking on one of your exposed nipples. Both of your breaths calming down as you sat there in your post-coital bliss.

Nick had almost forgotten about the ropes while he was still high on the two rapid-fire orgasms he had just had. That was until he tried to pull at the restraints so he could touch you, and he flinched. «Oh shit! Let me cut you loose! Your arms must have fallen asleep by now», you cooed, getting off him so you could get him free from the ropes.

Once freed Nick flew around and pinned you to the bed, a wicked smirk pulling at his lips, «Round two.»

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Carpet Burn

Sonny Carisi x Reader

This little thing was written for my @thatesqcrush​ Kink Bingo 2020

This covers the mirror sex square :)

WC:491

Enjoy x

“No baby, I want you to watch my cock slamming into you” Sonny cupped your chin lifting your head up to meet his eyes in the reflection in the mirror.

What started as you putting laundry away lead to a tickling match on the bedroom floor which then ended in you sitting reverse cow girl on Sonny’s lap in front of your full door length mirror to your ensuite. Sonny had his back resting against the bed, with his legs out stretched in front of him slightly spread apart.

Sonny moved his hands to rest them both on your thighs, pulling you onto him as he thrusted up. Your eyes scanned down the mirror and they opened wide looking at how Sonny’s cock was moving in and out of you. It was magnificent to watch and turned you on even more, your arousal dripping out of your core. You could feel your walls starting to tense up around Sonny, he could feel it too.

Sonny moved his right hand down to your centre and used his pointed finger to push down on your clit in time with his thrust. Watching that in the mirror made you gasp,

“You like watching me push on your clit babe”

“Yes Dominick, oh yes” you almost screamed.

Your coil was tight and you felt it about to snap. To give yourself more support, you lent forward resting your hands on the carpet. That changed Sonny’s position and he was able to hit the right spot with every hard thrust.

“So-ony” you groaned, and with one last thrust and push on your clit you screamed “Yes” over and over again. Sonny’s hip thrust became sloppy as he chased his own release, filling you up, the room filled with heavy almost breathless grunts.

Too wrapped up in pure bliss you hadn’t realised that by changing your position and Sonny thrusting into you hard, your hands had gotten carpet burn. You lifted up off Sonny pressing your hands into the carpet,

“Ouch” you squalled

“What’s wrong babe?” Sonny looked worried. You turned your hands over and seen your palms, red and skin broken. “Oh babe” Sonny lifted both hands to his month kissing them both lightly “I ‘am so sorry, I’ll get some ice”

Sonny walked back in the bed room with a gel ice pack wrapped in a hand towel. You over turned your hands as he placed it down hissing from the stinging that shot through you. You looked at Sonny who still had a worried look on his face,

“Don’t worry baby, it was worth it” you winked at him “I don’t know why we have never done that before, it was really hot watching in the mirror like that.” A big grin came to Sonny’s face, the crinkles coming to his eyes.

“Glad it’s worth it babe. What are we going to tell the others tomorrow? You know what Fin’s like.”

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Live a little

Rafael Barba x Reader

This little thing was written for my @thatesqcrush​​ Kink Bingo 2020

This covers the Daddy/Papi square :)

WC:443

Enjoy x

“We shouldn’t be doing this here” Rafael looked down at you tucking a lose piece of hair behind your ear.

You were sitting right on the edge of Rafael’s desk with your skirt pushed up bunched at your hips and your panties in a crumpled heap on the floor next to your badge that Rafael had flung off and your legs wrapped around his hips. Rafael’s dress shirt undone, his pants and suspenders pooled around his ankles. He could feel how wet you were through his boxers as he grinded against your centre.

It had been a rough case that you worked on to give him the upper hand. You both couldn’t believe it when it ended in a Guilty verdict. When Rafael turned around after the verdict came, you both looked at each other like you had read each other’s minds and couldn’t get back to his office fast enough.

“You just won a case that I worked really hard on. Come on Papi live a little” Rafael growled and his eyes narrowed at you.

“What did you just call me?” you looked down to hide your reddened cheeks biting your lower lip.

“Papi”

Before you knew it, Rafael had pulled his boxers down, sliding into you in one go making you scream in pure pleasure at the delicious size of him, he quickly put his hand over your mouth,

“Hush Mami, someone could hear you” You nodded and tightened your grip around him with your legs, hoping he would get the hint to start moving.

Rafael kept his hand on your mouth and reached around with his other, grabbing your ass cheek thrusting into you hard and fast. You matched his every hip thrust with yours, moving back and forth. Low grunting and skin to skin noises filled the room. You could feel your climax building fast, Rafael could feel you tightening around him.

“Faster Papi” Rafael’s hand muffled your words, but he understood and moaned softly from you calling him that. Rafael fasten his thrust and his hand grabbing your ass tightened.

“I’am going to cum” Rafael grunted out.

You slammed your eyes shut moaning into his hand while your orgasm pulsed through you. Rafael lent his forehead to yours as he thrusted one last time before he came spilling into you grunting softly into the other side of his hand trying to keep quite himself.

Rafael moved his hands away while you both tried to claim your breathing slowing his movements pulling out.

“What a way to celebrate” he laughed gruffly still puffed out.

“I think Papi, you owe me that drink now. Round two at my place after?”

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[adarafaelbarba]

May i please have a Frederick Chilton, he thinks your working late, but you come home to him in your shared bed pleasuring himself, it upsets you because he didn't wait for you and he makes it all better 😈😏🥰

Pairing: Frederick Chilton x reader

Fandom: Hannibal

Requested: Yes

Request: «May i please have a Frederick Chilton, he thinks your working late, but you come home to him in your shared bed pleasuring himself, it upsets you because he didn't wait for you and he makes it all better 😈😏🥰» - @itsjustmyfantasyroom

Warning: Smut (obvi). Do NOT read if you’re under the age of 18! Masturbation (male)

A/N: This goes under the Voyeurism square for @thatesqcrush ’s kink bingo. -Karen

You had told Frederick that you wouldn’t be home until late tonight. And for a while, that was the plan. Work had really been pulling you into overtime for a couple of weeks. You had been lucky to spend some time with your boyfriend for 30 minutes before you both had to sleep. Which sadly meant your sex life was suffering.

So when your boss changed her mind and said you could all go home early, you practically sprinted out of the building and to your car. You knew Frederick would be home by now, if not he would get quite the surprise when he did get there.

…

The house was quiet when you got home so you didn’t bother to call out for Frederick. He must have a last minute client or something, you though to yourself as you made your way to your shared bedroom.

What met you when you got to the door though was the sounds of your boyfriend moaning loudly. You were about to bust in the door, furious that he might be cheating on you when you heard your name leaving his lips.

Slowly opening the door, you took in his naked form, laying spread out on the bed, hand gripping his cock and hips thrusting up into the hand. By the looks of it all, it seemed he was close to his pending release.

Deciding to let him finish, you stood there motionless in the door, holding your breath. Soft whimpers and moans left his lips like rapid fire as he chased his orgasm. This is by far the hottest thing I’ve seen in a while, you thought to yourself as you stood there, wanting to chase your own release.

«(Y/N)!» He shouted as hot ropes on cum spurted out and coated his hand and chest. That’s when you decided to intervene. «Starting without me honey?» you said, suppressing the oncoming laugh as he stopped dead in his track, like a deer caught in headlights. «Darling! I didn’t think you would be home for another couple of hours!» he gasped, covering himself with a pillow. «Got let out early. Please, don’t stop just because I got here», you murmured, slowly making your way over to him.  

He looked at you quizzically. «Darling?» Frederick didn’t seem to know what you were hinting at. «Did it feel good? Cuming at the the thought of me?» you purred. He was mesmerized by you at this point, his throat seemingly having dried up, only nodding in return. «Use your voice honey», you purred, caressing his cheek. «F—felt amazing darling», he whined, pulling at your arm. «Would feel more amazing fucking you», he added.

He knew his way with words, that was something everyone knew. Especially you. Frederick could reduce you to a moaning mess by simply talking.

Nodding your head you quickly undressed before getting in between his legs. «Let me clean you up first honey. You’ve made such a mess of yourself haven’t you?» you purred, taking his hand in yours and bringing it to your lips. He could only watch in amusement and arousal as you licked his hand clean. «Darling», he moaned as you went on to clean his stomach of the salty liquid.

Frederick let out a huff as he watched you, already feeling himself get hard again, something you felt too as it poked you in the shoulder. «Someone’s ready for me it seems», you murmured, pressing small kisses to his stomach. «I’m always ready for you darling», he growled, pulling you up to him before rolling you both over. «Question is, are you ready for me?» You nodded your head repeatedly, wanting nothing more than to be filled up by him. «Fuck me, please», you pleaded, biting your lip.

Lining himself up with you, Frederick wasted no time pushing into you, drawing out the most obscene moans from you as he split you open. «Oh fuck!» you moaned. It had been so long since you both had been intimate, it felt like you were having sex for the first time again. Frederick clearly felt it too as he stilled in you so you could adjust to him.

«You can move now honey. Please move», you begged, clawing at his back. At your words he wasted no time as he started moving. Each movement sending bolts through your body. «Just like that! Feels so—fuck—good!» you screamed. Clamping down on him you felt each of the veins on his cock dragging against your inner walls.

«Fuck darling, you’re gripping me so good!» he moaned, picking up speed as he began fucking you deeper into the mattress.

Kissing you quickly, Frederick sat up on his knees and lifted your legs to lay against his shoulders. This provided a new angle that seemed to be the start of your downward spiral into an orgasm. «Oh fuck! Yes, yes, yes, yes! Please don’t stop!» you moaned, hands gripping the sheets as your back arched off the bed and your head was pressed into the mattress. Turning his head, Frederick pressed a few soft kisses to your ankle before turning it the other way and doing the same to the other ankle.

«Let go for me darling. Cum on this cock. Tell everyone who makes you feel so good!» he commanded, rubbing your abandoned clit as you came. You were a moaning, screaming mess as he released into you before collapsing on top of you, spent.

You lay there in silence for a while, trying to catch your breath, when Frederick speaks up, «We are never going that long without sex again!» Chuckling, you lazily nod, «I agree! It was far too long!»

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[adarafaelbarba]

My Little Pet (NSFW)

Pairing: Frederick Chilton x reader

Fandom: Hannibal

Requested: Yes

Request: «Femdom or pegging with Chilton? Chilton is lonely and hires a dom? Or he's been whiny all day & needs to be p u n i s h e d. Punished/actually comforted bc you know he loves it» - @prurientpuddlejumper

Warning: Femdom. Smut (duh).

A/N: This covers the femdom square in @thatesqcrush ’s kink bingo. I did a combo of these three messages, although pegging with potentially be a part 2. No degrading names (and very little use of pet names), I’m new to this kink. Also I apologize in advance, this is the first time I write for Frederick Chilton, and this kind of fic in general 😅 Bare with me 🙈 -Karen

For people who didn’t really know Dr. Frederick Chilton, they thought of him as a man who had it all together. Someone who didn’t have to beg for anything. But you knew better, you knew the real man, who, under all that facade of sass, assholeness and elegant suits, just wished to be held and taken care of.

You could read him when he came home from work by now, seeing as you’d known him for some time. Most days he wanted to be held. Some days he wanted to be left alone. Other days he wanted his primal needs filled. You liked those days.

It wasn’t to say your sex life was lacking, quite the opposite. Frederick knew how he liked it in the bedroom, or wherever he wanted to take you, and he also knew what you liked. On the days he just wanted to be held, you usually took it slowly in bed, purely intimate and soft. When his primal needs needed to be filled it was up to what you were both feeling in the moment, whether it was from behind, anal, reverse cowgirl. It didn’t matter when you were there, as long as you got off at least 2 times each during the night.

You didn’t know where this need was coming from, but you had always wanted to try be the dominant person in the bedroom. Usually you were both in control, save from the days he was the most fragile and just wanted to take things slow.

But you had never been a dom. Heck you didn’t really know what you had to do in order to do the role. So you decided to prep yourself, read up on the role and enact it at the perfect time.

The perfect time came when Frederick came home one night in a mood. He’d been ignoring you for days, blamed it on work being rough, that wouldn’t do for you. «Come here», you said, your voice soft, yet demanding. «Darling I’m not in the mood», he groaned. «I don’t like to repeat myself», you said, «Come here.» He looked at you in shock, only then taking in your appearance. You were clad in a black bralette and a matching black laced thong, a black silk robe hanging over your shoulders and you were wearing his favorite pair of stilettos that you owned. «What are you—», he questioned, a low groan escaping his lips as he took you in. Then his eyes lifted to your face. Your (h/c) hair was curled elegantly, and you were wearing simple, yet alluring makeup, sharp winged eyeliner and wine red lips. «You don’t talk, is that clear?» you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest.

It took him a moment to respond, and you felt yourself grow impatient. «What did I say?!» you snapped again, causing him to whimper. «I think I should teach you a lesson, shouldn’t I?» that made him gulp as he took a step back. «Don’t even think about it Frederick», you purred, approaching him.

You slowly got to work on opening his belt and slack button before dipping your hand into the front of his slacks and boxer, taking his hardening member in your hand. The motion drew a loud moan out of him, «Not a sound from you», you purred, pumping him slowly. «So what was this about not being in the mood huh?» you teased. Frederick knew that if he really didn’t want this, he could always use the safe word and you would stop immediately, but it felt so good having you distressing him like you did with your hands. «Please don’t stop», he whimpered, before stopping himself. He had no idea what would happen if he spoke up after you had told him twice to keep quiet. Biting down on his lip he willed him self to look at you, and he was met with a stoic face.

Who knew his caring, loving girlfriend would be this dominating, sexy goddess? He had no idea where this demeanor came from, but he wasn’t complaining. «Yeah? Feels good doesn’t it? You want to cum, huh? Want to ruin these nice pants with your release don’t you?» you teased, picking up some speed with your hand. He didn’t dare to say anything. «Such a good little boy for me, doing as I say», you went on. Tracing your index finger and middle finger over his lips, silently telling him to take them in his mouth, and he did, sucking on your digits with a wanton lust.

Stopping your wrist movement you pulled both your hands away and looked at him with a sultry look. It drew a soft whine from your boyfriend, but you simply gave him a look as to say don’t test me, which made him stop. «Go to the bedroom and strip, then get on the bed, don’t you dare touch yourself», you instructed and he obediently did as he was told, almost running to your shared bedroom.

You took your time getting into the bedroom, downing a glass of wine before you joined him. What met you when you entered could have been your undoing. Frederick was laid flat on his back on the bed, arms laid outstretched to the side and his suit laid over the back of a chair.

«Look at you. So obedient, so willing. Maybe I should reward you now? Since you’re so good and doing what I tell you», you teased, running a well manicured hand over his naked body. «Please», he begged, whimpering at the contact. «What was that?» you mocked. «Please darling, please fuck me, please let me cum», he begged. You pulled your hand away before you delivered a slap across his face. Grabbing his chin with one hand you glared at him, «Didn’t I tell you not to make a sound?» you barked, Hands above your head. Now», you commanded.

Doing as he was told he waited in anticipation as you grabbed the satin rope from your gown, tying his hands up with it and fastening it at the headboard. He looked up at you with wide, wondering eyes as you hovered over him.

«You’re gonna get me off by just your mouth, and then we can negotiate if you can cum or not», you said, lust dripping from each word. Frederick nodded quickly and tried his best not to make a sound. He wanted desperately to get a release, so if it meant not making a sound, so be it.

Straddling his chest you slowly moved up until your centre was right above his face. Your eyes locked briefly, and you could see in his eyes how much he wanted this. «You better make me cum», you purred, slipping your panties to the side before lowering down on him.

You knew Frederick was good with his mouth, of course he was. The intense sensation of his lips and tongue working on your swollen clit and centre. It took everything in you not to let your facade down and scream out in pleasure at how good he was making you feel.

He seemed to be enjoying himself under you as he ate you out like a starved man. As he kept working you to the edge, you started regretting the fact that you had tied him up, you missed his skilled fingers, but it had to do you supposed.

Grabbing onto the headboard for leverage, letting loud moans rip from your mouth. «Just like that, doing so well for me aren’t you pet?» you mewled, «Are you going to make me cum? Are you going to be a good boy for me hmm?» you added, raking fingers through his hair as his tongue moved in and out of your core. «Oh fuck! YES! Just like that!» you squealed, feeling the coil deep within you ready to snap. «I’m gonna—I—oh fuck!!!» you let out a string of moans and curses as your orgasm hit.

Frederick lead you through your climax, licking up all your juices with glee.

When you finally came back down from you mind blowing orgasm you got off him and knelt next to him the bed. «You did so good for me pet», you purred, smiling at him as he laid there in bliss. You felt yourself being spent. Had you known being a dom would be so much more work than just getting into bed and fucking, you would have rested more before hand. Not to mention you had been pent up from going 2 weeks without sex, something that never happened as long as you had been with Frederick.

«Let’s get you to bed baby», you purred, untying his hands. He didn’t seem to like that one bit, looking at you with a growing hunger in his eyes. «But you promised me I would cum after I made you cum», he whined. «And now I’m saying we should go to bed. Are you going to be a little brat?» you mocked his whiny tone. «Maybe I shouldn’t let you cum for two weeks», you said, getting out of his reach when he jumped up in protest. «You wouldn’t! You couldn’t deal with two more weeks without sex» he gasped. «I would. And who said anything about me not getting off? I have your mouth at my disposal, not to mention my toys. You on the other hand will not be allowed to touch yourself, that should teach you not to be a whiny little brat», you purred.

Frederick was shocked by your tone, but at the same time so turned on. Did he dare challenge you more at the risk of not being able to get a release? «It’s unfair darling. Please, let me cum», he begged, moving towards you. «You didn’t please me for two weeks. You denied me the intimacy, so I’m returning the favor. Now go to bed Frederick, and stop being a little brat.» He huffed, but in the end, he had no choice but to do as he was told. Damn this woman and how she had him wrapped around her finger. But damn if he wasn’t going to fuck her nice and hard when he was given the chance. He was already plotting it.

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[adarafaelbarba]

First Fight (Sonnyverse)

A/N: If you have any suggestions on what other first I should do, please dm me and I’ll make it happen 🥰 Also this covers the blowjob square in @thatesqcrush​‘s kinktober bingo (eventually 😅)

You never really fought, it was more often than not small disagreements that you later resolved. To be honest, neither of you liked to raise your voice at the other, having seen and heard enough of that growing up.

The disagreements were usually over one or the other being late for a scheduled date, or forgetting to call back, usual new relationship squabbles.

Life with Sonny, after you had moved in together had been hectic and eventful to say the least. You both worked long days, him as a mechanic at his uncle’s auto shop, where he would more often than not work double shifts, and you, working in Manhattan as a magazine editor. You both tried to have a somewhat flexible routine at home, whoever made dinner that day wouldn’t have to do the dishes but would have to make the breakfast and lunch for both for the next day, and the one doing the dishes would have to also do some laundry. It was switched up of course, and you didn’t do laundry every single day, it was mostly once or twice a week depending on how much laundry there was.

Coming home from a particularly hard day at work you poured yourself a glass of wine and started on dinner, hoping to have it done by the time Sonny got home. He had texted you saying he would be on his way in at least 20 minutes.

It was one of those rare days when you could have some time together just the two of you before going to bed, so you found it odd when Sonny went straight to the bathroom to shower. Deciding to let him finish you did the finishing touch on the dinner and plated it, waiting for him to join you.

Dinner was quiet, only light conversation between the two. You knew something was up, but it wasn’t the best tactic to press him about it.

He let out a small grunt of appreciation upon finishing the food before getting up and putting his utilities in the sink. Leaning over, he pressed a small kiss to your head before going straight to bed, leaving you there none the wiser.

Finishing another glass of wine quickly you went to get ready for bed. If he was going to just leave it like that, so would you. Sure he had a bad day, he was allowed to have that, but seeing as your day was pretty bad too, it really didn’t help.

You had just settled down in bed when you felt Sonny’s arms trying to pull you closer. So he’s too tired to do what he promised, but not too tired to get handsy? you found yourself thinking as you pulled away from him. He was persistent however and tried again to pull you close, so instead of falling to the floor like you would have if you slid away from him again, you got out of bed.

«Doll? What’s wrong?» he looked up at you as you stood there. «You promised you’d do the dishes and laundry when you got home today Sonny, like it says on the planner», you stated, crossing your arms over your chest. «Look, I’m so tired—», he starter, «And I am too, but you promised Sonny.» You were glaring at him at this point, feeling all the anger from the day seeping out. «It was such a stressful day today at work, I’ll do it tomorrow doll, now please come back to bed.» he tried his best to coax you back to bed with his smooth voice, but you stood put. «Do you think I’ve had it any easier? Do you think my day has been that much better? I came home from work exhausted and still did my part of the deal», you spat. «Come on, doll, I didn’t mean it like that!» He was sitting upright now, looking at you. «I’m gonna go sleep on the couch. Good night Dominick», you said, and with that you stormed out of the room, slamming the door in the process.

…

The next morning you had left by the time he woke up. No goodbye or see you later. Not a single word. You were still too annoyed at him. Maybe not as mad as the night before, but still, not ready to forget.

For the second day in a row it proved to be a difficult day at work, nothing seemed to go right. Copier breaking down, angry coworkers yelling, phones going off every few seconds. You could only let out a sigh of relief when you finally got to leave.

Rushing home you poured yourself another glass of wine before throwing a round of clothes in the washing machine. You needed clothes, soon. After that you put everything in the dishwasher and then started on dinner.

You had just started on dinner when you heard Sonny enter the apartment. His head was hanging as he walked in pressing a kiss to the back of your head before grabbing the apron you had given him when you moved in together. «Oh so now he wants to help», you muttered. «I’m sorry doll.» he was barely audible. «Save it, I don’t need help», you said, not even looking at him.

There was a long silence over the room before Sonny slowly took the apron off, leaving the room. You hated being mad at him, but you were tired and mad from the day, and the fact that you had been fighting the night before, and slept on the couch, it didn’t help your mood towards him.

Sonny seemed to thread carefully around you for a while after that, not sure how to act or what to say. You hated the silence and wished he would say something, anything.

After another hour of silence, where you sat on each end of the couch, reading, Sonny broke the silence. But instead of speaking, it was the faint sound of him trying not to cry. That sure caught your attention. Placing your book down on the coffee table you leant over to him, grabbing his hand in yours. «I’m s—sorry doll. I should’ve done what you asked yesterday», he said through sniffles.

Seeing him so broken up cracked at your heart as you found yourself leaping into his arms, hugging him. «Shhh. Baby, it’s okay, I shouldn’t have escalated it», you murmured, caressing his back with one hand while the other raked through his hair.

«I tried to hurry home today so I could do everything before you came home, but then I got held back.» He had wanted to make it right. «And then I saw the wine, and you’d done the dishes. I wanted to do something to help, but you didn’t want help so I figured I’d go do the laundry but you’d done that too. I felt so useless, I figured you would soon realize that you didn’t need me, and that you would leave me.» The word vomit took you by surprise and you pulled away slightly to look at him.

«Sonny», you murmured, lifting his head so he could look at you. «One little fight isn’t gonna break us up. Hey look at me. if last night taught us anything, it’s that we should be better at communicating, instead of blowing up we should talk to each other. Yes I was hurt last night with how distant you were towards me, especially cause I kinda needed you. But we’re both allowed to have bad days without the other making it worse. I should have seen that you didn’t have a good day instead of shouting at you. I’m sorry babe», you confessed, caressing his cheeks.

«But I—», he started only to be shut up by you kissing him. It didn’t take him long to kiss you back, his hands on your waist as he pulled your top over your head. A moan escaped your lips as he found the weak spot on your neck. «Hmm», you murmured, pulling at his t-shirt.

Sinking to the floor in front of him you started tugging on his pants. «Doll I—you don’t have to.» smiling at him you successfully managed to pull his pants and boxers down. «How many blowjobs does it take before you stop telling me that babe?» Wrapping your hand around his member you started slowly tugging up and down, dragging moans out from your boyfriend.

«Feels good doesn’t it babe?» you asked, licking a broad stripe up the underside of his shaft. «Mhm.» he moaned, «Feels amazing doll.» The sounds coming from him only made you wetter as you took him in your mouth. One had rubbing what you couldn’t fit while the other played with his balls.

You knew he wouldn’t last too long but you were adamant on dragging it out as long as you could. «D-doll, shit, that fe-feels good», he moaned, restraining himself from bucking his hips up. Looking at him through your lashes you popped him out of your mouth with a loud pop, fisting his member while pressing soft kisses to it. «Oh shiiiiiit», he moaned, throwing his head back in pleasure. «Yeah? Like that?» you asked biting down on his hip bone. «Yes, please, more. Let me cum», he cried out.

Sitting up on your knees, you grabbed his face with one hand, pulling him towards you, lips locking in a passionate kiss as you dragged him closer to release. He let out moans into the kiss at the feeling, his hand drifting down towards your bra to unclasp it. You knew he was close by how he was clenching. «Where do you want to finish hmm? On my chest? In my mouth?» your voice was teasing, and it drove him mad. «Mouth, please doll», he pleaded, letting out a sigh of relief when you wrapped your lips around his member again.

You took him in as much as you could fit, your cheeks hollowing as you gagged on him. That was all it took as he cried out in ecstasy, releasing hot ropes into your mouth.

Pulling off him you showed off that you had swallowed before sitting back and wiping your chin. «Shit, doll, that was amazing!» he said in a breathless tone, trying his best to regain himself. «Yeah? Think you can recover from that?» you teased, squealing when he pulled you closer. «Give me a minute or two and I’ll fuck you into the next year.» He growled, attacking your neck with kisses and bites. «Now that’s something I’m not gonna argue about!» you giggled, kissing him passionately.

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Are you not happy?

Sonny Carisi x Reader

This little thing was written for my @thatesqcrush​​​ Kink Bingo 2020

This covers the face sitting square :) 

WC:486

Enjoy x

You were on top of Sonny, both completely naked grinding down on his long hard length with your dripping wet centre kissing down his neck. It had been a hard week at work, the last case was a mistrial. After couple of drinks and dinner you guys started to watch a movie when a sex scene came on and Sonny couldn’t keep his hands to himself, carrying you into the bed room throwing you on the bed, stripping you and then himself.

“Babe can we try something?” You pulled away from his neck.

“Are you not hap-“ Sonny cut you off before you could finish

“No babe no” he cupped your face. “I’ am happy with everything, more than happy” A soft smile came to his face “But I have wanted to try something- for a while now”

“Go on” you kept grinding down on him making him moan softly between words.

“I want you-“ his cheeks went red “I want you to sit on my face”

A smirk came to your face as you started to kiss his jawline.

“Is that something, ya know?”

Without warning you moved up his body and rested yourself, straddling his chest just shy of his throat.

“If it gets too much, tap both thighs twice and I’ll get off” Sonny nodded.

You used the bed head to lean on as you lifted yourself up and then slowly lowered yourself onto his face, resting your knees beside his ears, leaning your weight into your hands on the bed head.

You moaned louder than you expected when Sonny’s nose brushed up against your clit, you had to fight not to come on the spot.

“You ok?” Sonny nodded into your core, his nose brushing against you again, throwing your head back grunting in pure pleasure.

Sonny starting moving his tongue, sticking it in as far as he could, licking up to your pearl sucking it into his mouth. Reaching up with both hands grabbing hand fulls of your breasts. You could feel everything tightening every time Sonny sucked in your harden pulsing bud. You started to grind onto his face with every suck he gave you. You could feel your arousal running down his face and your thighs.

One last lick and a quick suck when you grinded hard onto Sonny’s face you were screaming “Dominick” over and over again with your eyes shut tight. You rode Sonny’s face until you came down from your high, then lifted yourself off him throwing yourself onto your back.

“oh my-“ you said breathless, turning your head to face Sonny, seeing his face in the light all shinny and wet looking up at the roof  “What’s wrong Sonny?”

“Th- That was awesome” a huge grin came to his face “Glad we are going to church on Sunday though” you both giggled as he rolled onto of you lining himself to you.

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Tank top and Boxers

Rafael Barba x Reader

This little thing was written for my @thatesqcrush​​​​ Kink Bingo 2020

This covers the 69 square :) 

WC:462

Enjoy x

“Rafi?”

“In here Hermosa” you heard his voice coming from your bedroom.

You had just finished an afternoon shift that was long and frustrating, not to mention it was just too hot for your liking. You walked in through the door and you stopped in your tracks. Rafael was sitting in the middle of the bed in a pair of boy leg boxers and a black tank top, legs outstretched with a case file resting on them. You felt your panties dampen.

“Hey Guapo” you had started to undress.

Rafael looked up with a gruff laugh locking eyes with you seeing yours filled with lust, a half-smile coming on his face.

“Hey yourself Guapa”

Before he had a chance to register what was happening you where next to the bed in just a pair of purple lace panties. You lent on the bed on all fours and started to crawl towards him. He stuffed all the paper work back into the folder and tossed it on the floor.

You crawled next to him and started to kiss him deeply, rubbing him through his boxers, he reached down and started to rub you through your panties, both moaning into each other mouths.

Rafael moved away from you, reaching down to push his boxers down, kicking them off as they got to his ankles, his erection now free, the tip wet. You lifted your leg over him so that you were straddling his middle, your ass up near his pecks as you wrapped your mouth around the head of his cock running your tongue around it, Rafael gripped your thighs moaning.

You slipped Rafael fully into your mouth relaxing your throat to take him deeper. Rafael pulled at your thighs to bring your centre to his mouth.

As you continued to suck up and down, also using a free hand to jerk him off as well, you felt Rafael’s tongue lick straight up flicking your clit as he got to it. You stuck your ass up to change to positions in his mouth.

Sucking sounds, wet sounds and muffled moans fill the room as you both chased your orgasms. Your coil was tightening hard and fast, so you started to grind down on his face as you picked up your pace around Rafael.

Your coil snapped when Rafael sucked in your harden bud flicking it. You moaned around him sending vibrations around him making him buck up into your mouth spilling into you moaning into your core.

Both of you puffed out, you rolled off him moving to lay down next to him. He pulled you into him and kissed the top of your head.

“Round two in the shower?” you said still slightly breathless kissing Rafael’s chin.

“Let’s go” he winked at you.

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