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amirightcounsellor:

Pony

I need to go to church.

@carisi-dreams @obfuscateyummy

You were so bored it felt like you were going to die.

Sprawled across the bed with your legs resting on the headboard, you went through a mental checklist of potential thing you could be doing, should be doing. Writing thank you letters for the house-warming gifts. Straightening your closet. Meal prepping? None of them appealed to you.

What did appeal to you, however, was your incredibly busy boyfriend in the kitchen, hunched over the dining table doing research for his latest case. He’d been at it for days, and the entire team was stuck, stagnant.

You realized Sonny was stressed by the way he came home late, loosening his tie and giving you a quick peck on the lips before parking himself at the table for the third night in a row. He refused dinner, stating that he, “just wasn’t hungry right now.” and stayed awake late into the night, only crawling into bed once you were long asleep.

Tapping your fingers against the comforter, you knew you should let him work, that he was a busy detective with a case to solve, bad guys to put away. But the aching in your stomach convinced you that what he really needed was some stress relief to clear his clouded mind.

You waltzed into the kitchen, clad in only a tank top and cheeky cotton panties that rode up, revealing more skin than intended. Striding over to Sonny, you rubbed his tense shoulders, bending over to place a kiss to his neck.

“Anything I can do for you, baby?” You purred against the him, feeling goosebumps rise along his arms.

“I’m okay, thank you.” He breathed, leaning into your touch before straightening himself out and opening a new tab on his computer.

Humming to yourself, you walked to the fridge, taking out a water bottle and pressing it to your lips, letting the cool liquid slide down your throat, a few drops falling onto the skin of your chest.

Sonny knew he should be working, but if he was honest with himself, he missed you incredibly. He watched as you sat yourself in the chair next to him, propping your legs onto the table.

“Do you mind if I sit with you for a while?” you asked innocently, brushing your hair back over your shoulders, the action causing your chest to jut out, the form of your breasts clearly visible underneath your top. Sonny nodded, trying to refocus his eyes on the paperwork in front of him, but faltered when he saw you reach for your phone.

Soft moans filled the room, curses and groans pouring from the speakers on your phone. Sonny blushed as he recognized the voices, it was you. And him. You were watching one of the many videos the two of you had made, and if he shut his eyes, remembered correctly, this was the one he filmed of you touching yourself in front of him, writhing against the sheets as he told you what to do, where to touch next. Sonny tried to suppress a cough as he replayed the rest of the video in his mind, you screaming his name as you rode him into the mattress.

Sonny’s breathing hitched as he watched you trail a hand down your body, stopping to squeeze your breast before continuing your quest downwards, rubbing yourself over the thin piece of cloth. Your head fell back, eyes fluttering shut and you bit your lip, thinking about it being Sonny’s hand instead.

You continued to touch yourself over your panties until Sonny saw your wetness dampen the fabric and he groaned, thoroughly distracted. It wasn’t until you dipped your hand inside, letting out a soft oh, that Sonny slammed his computer shut. If you wanted to play games, he could play too. And he would win.

“What do you think you’re doing, doll?” He asked gruffly, his eyes hard and set. You swiveled your head around, looking at him innocently, your breaths coming quicker due to your arousal.

“What do you mean?” The words left your mouth, high pitched and melodic.

Sonny leaned back in his chair, mouth setting into a teasing smirk. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. Get over here.” 

Removing yourself from the chair, you shyly walked over to him, waiting for what was to come next.

“Is this what you wanted?” he taunted, pulling you down roughly onto his lap, bucking his hips forward so you could feel his hardening erection through his pants.

“Maybe.” you breathed, gliding yourself along his length. Sonny shook his head, landing a harsh slap to the exposed skin of your ass. Sonny lifted you off of him for a moment, unbuckling his belt and sliding his pants to the floor.

“Too bad. If you’re a good girl and do what I say, maybe you’ll get this cock tonight.” He growled into your ear. “if you can’t behave yourself, you get nothing. Understand?”

Your eyes went wide, nodding furiously at his words. You wanted him so badly, days of not seeing him and nights of falling asleep alone consuming your body with need.

“Good girl.” He praised, running his long, agile fingers down your neck. “You’re gonna have to make yourself cum, first, doll. I have work to finish up.”

Whimpering from Sonny’s neglect, you gripped onto his shoulders, pressing yourself against his hardness. “Ah- not yet love. Too easy. And these have to go” He laughed, tearing your panties down and positioning you so that you were straddling his thigh.

Pouting, Sonny took pity on you and gripped one of your hips tightly with his hand, the other reopening his laptop, typing away.

You grabbed onto Sonny’s shoulders, closing your eyes and breathing in the scent of his shampoo and the faint smell of sweat and minty gum, resting your upper body along his, your head buried in his neck.

Rubbing yourself back and forth, you felt how impossibly wet you were, leaving Sonny’s thigh slick with evidence of just how turned on he had made you.

You felt Sonny’s heart rate quicken beneath your chest, and picked up your pace, now grinding yourself into him with reckless abandon, reveling in the sweet friction, you own hand tangling into his undone hair.

“Let me hear you, love.” Sonny whispered, his voice tight. You knew he wanted to fuck you, badly at that, but wasn’t going to let up until you had exhausted yourself against his thigh.

“Sonny” you moaned, breathing heavily as you watched yourself ride him, Sonny’s arm around you tensing. “I’m so close, oh god” You panted, taking in the sight of Sonny’s lust blown pupils, his jaw tight and clenched.

“Please. please, wanna feel you inside me.” You moaned “So close. So-” You cried out his name, feeling the beginning of your orgasm blossom in your stomach.

“That’s it baby, cum for me. So desperate, you don’t even need me to touch you to cum, hm? Such a little brat, trying to tease me.” Sonny’s hands flew to your hips, ignoring the case in front of him. He rocked you back and forth, watching as your clit rubbed against his thigh, feeling you shake in his arms.

“Good girl, Almost there, you’re doing so well.” he praised. “You think you deserve this cock for listening?”

“Yes!” you whined, nails digging into Sonny’s shoulders, circling your hips until you felt yourself tighten against him. “Sonny- I’m going. I can’t. Sonny.” Your orgasm hit you hard, vision going black as you collapsed against his chest.

Sonny pressed a soft kiss to your temple, chuckling. He stroked your hair, singing your praises until he landed another swift blow to the quickly reddening skin of your bottom. “Oh, you’re nowhere near done.” Sonny lifted you slightly, roughly slamming you down onto his cock in one fluid motion. You cried out at the feeling of Sonny filling you up completely, cried out listening to him curse and stutter, cried out as his hand wrapped around your throat.

“Fuck, that’s it, doll. So wet and tight.” He groaned. “Go ahead baby, ride it.”

Send help. The paramedic needs a paramedic 😳😳😳😳🤤🤤🤤

And the ICU nurse needs the ICU.