“Come over here and make me” with canon sonny and reader please?! Love u!

carisi-dreams:

who wants some sweet summery fic? *raises hand* love yoooou ❤

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“You need to put some more sunscreen on your face, sunshine,” you reminded Sonny gently from where you were lounging on a towel next to him.

Sonny was rummaging through the picnic basket he had insisted on purchasing just for trips like this to the beach or park. He liked the nostalgia of an actual wooden basket and you smiled a little to yourself as you watched his hand triumphantly emerge with a snack.

“Come over here and make me,” he teased and you rolled your eyes from behind your sunglasses as you set your magazine aside. Propping yourself up on your elbow you gave him an appreciative once over, thankful for the dark lenses that hid part of your expression.

“Make you? If you want to get sunburned that’s on you. But don’t think I’m going to rub you in aloe and be sympathetic later,” you warned sternly, biting back your smile. Sonny made a face at you and took out a slice of watermelon from the container in his lap with a satisfied grin.

“You don’t love me anymore?” he asked with a puppy dog expression. “This what a couple years of marriage does to us? You don’t even care if I get sunburn and if I’m in pain?” You laughed at his forced pathetic expression, a clear bid to get you to sit up and crawl closer to him. Knowing Sonny he was probably angling for you to smear on his sunscreen yourself.

“Aww, poor baby,” you teased before leaning up and stretching to press a kiss to his slightly pink nose. “Making you put sunscreen on yourself. I’m so tough on you, huh?” you asked in an amused expression and Sonny pursed his lips and nodded slowly before taking another bite of watermelon. 

You opened your mouth for a bite and he easily obliged, angling the slice in your direction. You chewed and then kissed him on the lips and the watermelon made them cool to the touch.

“If I feed you watermelon will you lather on another coat of sunscreen for me?” he asked with big eyes and you laughed again and pressed another kiss to his mouth.

“Con artist,” you accused with another half smile. He smiled wide, knowing you were going to give in.

“Is it my fault that I can’t get enough of you hands on me? Is it? I’m just so in love with you,” Sonny flattered in a low voice and his eyes sparkled in humor.

“Sweet talker,” you said in the same accusatory tone before pressing another kiss to his lips and reaching for the sunscreen.