A part 2 to this fic in which Sonny gets more control with his little playboy kink that i absolutely can’t be convinced he doesn’t have
Thank you @amirightcounsellor for helping me out and deleting all the comments of “this is garbage” i scattered throughout the first draft of this!! y’all she’s such a queen and so very sweet and writes Good Shit™️ unlike me lol so go to her page instead!!
It must have been around 3AM when you woke to the sound of your apartment door opening and shutting, someone dragging their feet across the hardwood floor, and a large thud. You figured that the offender will make his way into bed in a moment or two and decided to go back to sleep.
However, when you woke to the sun shining through your curtains, you found your bed empty. Sleepily dragging yourself to the living room, you found Sonny sprawled out in an awkward position; a position that his muscles and joints were surely going to pay for throughout the next couple days.
You bent down and gently gripped his shoulder, softly muttering his name. He groaned and shifted, but didn’t bother opening his eyes.
“Sonny, come on, lets get you into bed.”
“‘M fine,” he grunted, changing his position to one that seemed even less comfortable.
“Baby, you’re back is gonna-“
“I’m fine,” he repeated with both more clarity, and aggression. You decided to let him be, but not before draping a blanket over long frame and taking off the shoes he hadn’t bothered to remove. He snuggled further into the couch, and you frowned at the sight; poor thing must’ve had a terrible night.
It wasn’t until the afternoon that Sonny finally got up. He shuffled around the apartment silently and drearily, even turning down your offer to fix him some lunch. SVU had been so hard on him lately, always one thing after another, and it was heartbreaking to see his usually sunny and chipper disposition turn into scowls and sighs.
While he was standing at the kitchen counter, you wrapped your arms around him and pressed your lips to the back of his neck. He shimmied out of your grip and snapped, “Y/N- not now.”
You tried again, reaching to stroke his face, only to have him shove your hand away from him.
“Seriously, please, stop,” he practically growled.
What once made your heart ache now made you, a wildly contentious and passionate soul, pissed.
“Why won’t you just talk to me? Or anybody, for that matter!”
“I don’t need to talk to anyone, I’m fine!”
“Really? This is what you think fine looks like-“
Before you finished your sentence, he shoved you against the wall and kissed you with a passion you hadn’t seen from him in far too long. You were so happy to see a part of your Sonny return that you had forgotten what you’d been yelling about.
THIS PLAYBOY KINK IS 100% TRUE. FUCK ME UPPP
So fucking hot
SVU addict 