request: can i request dirty talk with sonny pretty pretty please!!!
oh yes, anon, you can
warning: smut
“Hi, baby.” Sonny walked from behind the couch to sit by you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his lap in a swift, effortless motion. He placed a soft kiss to your shoulder as you melted comfortably into his touch, and the warmth that Sonny always held.
“Hey, Sonny. What’s up?” You finally looked up at him. He blushed, his hands sliding up to rest on your abdomen.
“I just missed you is all.” He continued to kiss your shoulders, his voice hushed and hot on your ear. It made your breath heavy, and you realized that this was definitely not all of it.
“Alright, what is this?” You turned around in his lap to look at him, noticing the heat on his cheeks.
“I want to talk to you…” He looked down at you with a longing look in his eyes, confusing you.
“Okay.. About what?” He connected his lips to your neck once again and sucked a small, dark blossom into your neck.
“Things.”
You were just about ready to scream. All you needed was more than a one word answer from him, and you couldn’t even focus on what to ask him as his dominant hand slipped down to rub the inside of your thigh, inching closer to your center that was becoming hotter and warmer by the second.
You hand reached up to tangle in his hair and pull his mouth to yours, smashing your lips against his. “You call this talking?” You whispered hungrily in his ear, making his mind cloud with lust and dirty thoughts.
You didn’t know it, but this was his plan from the beginning. He had been thinking about this for a long time, and he decided that this was the time to bring it to attention. He wanted it to be more smooth, but Sonny just wasn’t. Not today at least.
“You want talking? I’ll show you talking.” He pushed you down on your back and straddled your waist, pulling his shirt over his head. He laid down over you and his breath was horribly close to your ear, making you whine and push up to him.
“How would you feel if I just sunk down and wrapped your legs around my head, hmm? I know you’re wet, and I bet you’re hot. Yeah? I bet you want me so bad.” You whimpered, he was right. He was always right.
His hand gripped your hips and pulled your jeans down, slipping his hand into your panties and making you whine. An evil smirk stretched across his face as he felt the puddle you’d created, or, rather he created.
“Poor baby, you’re throbbing. I can’t imagine what thoughts are going through your mind.. Probably things about how great you know my tongue is.” He smirked as his longest finger slipped onto your hole, making you moan out in frustration.
“And how good my hands feel on you.” His thumb met your clit and circled around it painfully slowly.
“And how badly you want my big cock.” You let out a last particularly loud whimper at the mixture of his words and his new finding of your sweet spot, one that you could never quite pinpoint but Sonny always managed.
“Pounding into your sweet peach,” He pulled his fingers out and swiped them on the couch, pulling you up into his lap. You could feel his erection pressing into your thigh, making you shiver. He looked up at you with lust clouding his eyes, finally pulling your panties off you and throwing them behind him.
“I bet that’s exactly what you want, isn’t it?” His voice was an octave lower than usual, but his thick accent managed to push it’s way through and it made you squirm.
“Answer me,” He growled at you, hands grasping your hips under a crushing pressure.
“Yes, yes, that’s exactly what I want.” You gladly let out a choke groan for him, hands gripping his shoulders as you continued to become more impatient.
“Tell me what you want.” His lips were dangerously close to yours, making the air around you hard to breathe. You didn’t know when he had taken his boxers off, but you knew that you were searching for his erection and suddenly your little hand was barely wrapped around it, coaxing a whimper out of you.
You looked down at the hand that was now stroking Sonny, biting your lip. “I want your big cock.” Your mouth watered at the thought.
He groaned under your touch and still managed to smirk, a horrifying smile. He lifted your hips to hover over his head, teasing your slick folds with his tip.
SVU addict 