look here, all i want is to be sonny corleone’s little brat. that said:
– it pisses him off more than anything. why the hell cant you just do whats asked of you? hes too busy to be worried about your bullshit
– for a while, he just ignores it. but at the end of the day, when he sits at the table and tells you to come sit at his lap and you tell him no, his eyebrows raise and his attention snaps to you.
– he laughs, and pats his lap. “come here now, come sit.” you tell him that you don’t want anything to do with him, that you’re angry at him, and that you’d already taken care of yourself earlier that day anyway and that ?? doesn’t go over well with him
– he snatches you up from the spot on the couch and holds your forearm tightly under his grip, his other hand coming around your throat. he whispers “you really want to play games like this, hmm? i’ll show you a damn game.”
– your clothes come off quickly, tearing to shreds in his hands, you’re forced against the wall, one of his hands gripping your jaw. “you’re wet for me already, aren’t you? don’t pretend like you aren’t.” he lets go of your jaw and brushes your slit, laughing as he finds you just how he expected
– he fucks you up against the wall like that, roughly enough to keep you screaming and begging for him to slow down, or to let you come.
– lots of overstimulation. you wanna ignore him? you’ll never ignore him after how much pleasure you feel. you come four times, so intensely that your legs shake, your voice becomes hoarse.
– once hes finally finished with you he gives your ass a squeeze: “why dont you go off and shower, huh? you’re probably sticky.” he kisses you gently and enters a finger in you, collecting your orgasm just enough to get a taste.
“Do you trust me, cariña?” Nick stood behind you and slide the thin straps of your dress down your arms.
Nodding your consent, you leaned back into his chest and closed your eyes.
“I want to hear you say it.” Nick stated peppering kissed up your neck, gingerly nipping along the way.
“Yes. Of course I trust you Nick.” Your words soft.
Nick slowly unzipped your dress, allowing it to pool at your feet. It left you in nothing but a pair of lace panties and high heels. “Open your eyes. The lights of the city are almost as beautiful as you.”
Fluttering your eyes open, you see the bright lights of the Vegas strip below you. Nick surprised with the trip for your anniversary. He took you a delicious French restaurant, and somehow managed to get tickets Cirque Du Soleil.
The suite he reserved had floor to ceiling windows. And you were standing in front of them, naked. You heard him loosen his tie and slip it from around his neck. His belt buckled clinked together. You started to turn, “No. No. Stay right where you are mi amor.” He said sternly.
Listening intently you heard the zipper of his pants and the rustling as he discarded them to the floor. Nicks eyes met yours in the reflection of the window. He gave you a salacious grin as he came up behind you.
He knelt down and drew you panties down your legs. His hands ran up your legs as he stood back up. Sliding his hands to your front he cupped your breasts, rolling your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “Ahhh…” you sighed.
He moved your hair to the side and placed wet kisses down your neck. Pushing back on him, his erection pressed into your lower back. You reached back taking him in your hand. He let out a groan and bite your neck.
His hands moved lower. He found you soaking wet. He plunged two fingers deep inside you making you whimper.”Oh Jesus, you are so wet” Nick marveled. He withdrew his fingers and grabbed your hands. He pushed you against the window holding your hands above you.
The cold glass on your hot body made you quiver. Nick entered you sooo slow, an inch at a time. Nick exhaled a long slow breath, muttering something in Spanish that you couldn’t understand. He moved slow. The feeling was delicious. “Hold on,corazón.”
“Oh babe. Please…” you said breathlessly. Nick started pounding into you relentlessly. “Oh Nick, God, You…” You couldn’t form a sentence. Suddenly he pulled out, and spun you around. He grasped your thighs, lifting you with your back against the window.
You sunk down onto him and bounced up and down on his hard cock. His lips found yours, giving you scorching, wet kisses. You dug your nails into his shoulders causing him to yell out. You were so close.
The heat rose through your body. At first a tingling sensation then your whole body went up in flames. “Nick! Fuck! I’m cummimg!” You clenched around him, losing yourself in the ectasy of your orgasm.
Nick growled into your neck, his hips jerking. He was close too. He dug his fingers into your thighs. “Jesus, Y/N. Ohhhh….” He found his release and stilled.
He touched his forehead to yours, both of you panting, trying to catch your breath and slow your heart. You grin at him, “Happy Anniversary, Mr. Amaro.”
He gently pulled out and placed you on your feet. “Mrs. Amaro, precioso mio, Happy Anniversary to you as well. I love you. So, very much.”
“I love you too, Nick. More than you’ll ever know.”
You let yourself into the apartment and almost called out, before being caught off guard by the tone of Nick’s voice coming from somewhere in the apartment. Closing the door behind yourself you toed off your shoes and absently dropped your purse and keys by the door, in search of Nick. He was still speaking venomously, voice rising every couple of beats in response to what you assumed was a phone conversation.
“There’s nothing you can say that can fix what you did!” he spat in a loud voice just as you turned the corner and entered the bedroom. He was standing in the middle of the room with one hand on his hip and the other clutching a phone to his ear in a white-knuckled grip. His back was to you and you knocked on the door lightly to alert him of your presence. Nick whirled around, startled, before the voice on the other end of the line drew his attention once more.
“You know what, I don’t have time for this right now. I don’t have time to—! You’re so full of it, I—. I’m hanging up, I have to go. Some of us actually care about our families and my wife just walked in the door. Yeah. Whatever. Bye,” he signed off and hung his head in frustration before suddenly tossing the phone across the room. Luckily it skidded across the bed and stopped just before hitting the floor.
You crossed the room cautiously, dipping your head to try to see his face better. His chest was heaving and now that you had a chance to look at him you took in his slightly disheveled appearance. His tie was off, shirt loosened at the collar and his hair was messed up as if he’d been running his hands through it.
“Hey,” you greeted softly as you got closer to him. He looked up suddenly and you realized abruptly why his chest was heaving.
“I hate him,” Nick said whole heartedly in a broken voice, looking to the side and gesturing with one of his hands. You made a soothing noise and closed the gap between you two. “I do, I hate him. I frea—” his voice cut off in the middle of the word and you pulled him in for a hug just as the first sob ripped from his throat.
– Raf treats you to several intense orgasms and makes you feel like a gd Queen
– Mike holds you all night, kissing you wherever his lips can reach. If you need to rant, he’s here to listen. Sometimes if you’re lucky, he’ll sing for you.
– Peter distracts you by telling funny stories about himself and his sister until you can’t help a smile
– Sonny will cook you a whole ass meal, dessert included. He compliments you all night and ends it with watching a movie together in bed
– Nick. Nick fucking pampers you. Bath bombs and massages and takeout and literally anything you could want is at your fingertips bc the boy dotes on you
– Never w Rafael. He fucks you hard and fast, then leaves.
– Nick is the type who wakes you up w oral. You’re barely awake when you’re coming on his fingers and tongue, grinding into his face and moaning. But once you’ve come, he’s absolutely going to fuck you slow and deep with his face in your neck.
– Sonny grinds against your ass while he’s asleep, which leads to him being super embarrassed when he wakes up. You tell him it’s okay and ask if you can take care of him, which leads to riding him while he sleepily plays with your hair.
– Peter is a morning person and will absolutely fuck the shit out of you as soon as you’re up. Sunlight coming through the blinds, birds chirping. “Gonna cum for Daddy?”
– Mike wakes you up by kissing you, then starts trailing his hands over your waist. He waits for you to make the first move, but once you do, he fucks you gently, drawling sleepy praises in your ear.
Imagine being an SVU detective and having to go undercover as a stripper and giving Carisi a lap dance.
——— Request for anon ———
The music was loud, just under an uncomfortable degree, yet easily deafening the activities going on in any other VIP room than the one Carisi had been escorted to upon requesting a lap dance from you, getting both of you into the back without suspicion. Since you were ‘new,’ the bouncer was keeping close eyes on you.
You lean towards Carisi, the dimly lit room still somehow illuminating your scanty lingerie as you whispered lowly into his earpiece, in particular to your sergeant sitting at the bar, “We need a distraction to get the bouncer away from me so I can take a look around, Dodds.”
You don’t hear the reply, being without your own earpiece due to the amount of monitoring you’d had to go through once put into this outfit, but get a nod from Carisi as he glances over your shoulder and towards the curtain, watching the large shoes of the man behind it waiting on you. They shift as you turn back around just in time, ass towards Carisi, and begin to give him the lap dance he’d paid for right as the bouncer gives another look through the crack between the curtain and the padded wall, making sure things were running smoothly.
“You like that, baby?” you breathe, licking your lips as you pull your hair back so he can get a good look at your neck.
Carisi watches as you grip his knee for leverage, voice huskier than he’d care to admit as he replies quickly, “Yeah.” The bouncer looks away, seemingly satisfied with your performance as he speaks unintelligibly into a walkie talkie.
Carisi grips the edge of the circular booth as the both of you wait for the distraction to take the bouncer away from his post. You grind onto his thigh, circling your hips in time with the music as you glance back at him seductively, his brow raising in shock for a moment as he instinctively reaches out to grip your hip.
“No touching,” you whisper, nodding towards the curtain as Carisi retracts his hand, taking a deep breath and sending you a half-hearted glare as you move against him harder, arching your back.
You get off him when you watch the bouncer’s feet disappear quickly from beneath the curtain. Dodds must have given you your requested distraction.
SVU addict 