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.
Sonny was in the bedroom when you got home, half buried in the closet as he got out of his suit. When he finally turned around to greet you, your stomach clenched. He’d mentioned something about a haircut, but this you weren’t expecting. Sonny usually kept his hair longer on the sides, preferring to leave it ungelled over the weekend with you because you knew how much he loved it. This though? This was like hipster heartthrob hair—in a suit, no less. “Sonny,” you breathed in greeting as you took a step forward and reached out a hand to comb through the sides of his hair. “Hey, doll,” he greeted with a self-conscious smile. “My guy tried something new. I look like one of those guys that wears glasses ironically and only shops at Whole Foods,” he said wryly as you stepped closer to him. You shook your head, still a bit speechless and feeling stupid over how knocked for a loop you were. “You look like a fucking babe,” you told him earnestly as you ran a hand through the top. He ducked his head and his cheeks flushed. “You’re just saying that. I look—” he started to dismiss, but you cut him off by grabbing one of his hands. Pushing it up your skirt you tugged your panties aside so that he could feel the slickness there. Your eyes fluttered shut as his fingers found purchase, Sonny always knew what to do with his hands, even when he was feeling unsure. “I feel kinda stupid getting this hot over it considering we’re like, gross married people now, but, ah,” you inhaled sharply as his fingers started to move. “As you can feel. I’m not ‘just saying’ anything. I love this haircut. I want to marry it. I want to marry you,” you told him breathlessly. Sonny smirked down at you and chuckled lowly. “We’re already married, doll. You just said so yourself,” he murmured as he dipped in to kiss you for the first time that evening.
You gripped a hand tightly at the base of his neck, fingers struggling to find purchase in the short hair there. “Let’s have ‘my husband is the hottest person on the planet and I feel like I’m going to combust’ sex?” you suggested against his lips and you felt him smile. Pulling his hand from under your skirt and ignoring your whimper he started to walk you backwards towards the bed. “That I can definitely oblige. I need to go by and give my guy an extra tip tomorrow,” Sonny said as the back of your knees hit the bed and you sank down on it. “Hell, I’ll give him an extra tip,” you huffed as you ripped your top off and tossed it somewhere to your left. “Nah. Would hate for one of the other guys with this haircut to catch your eye and elicit this kinda reaction,” he teased as he tugged his shirt off and tossed it in the direction of the trunk at the end of your bed. “The fact that you can still say words like ‘elicit’ means that you’re not doing your job,” you told him darkly as your bra joined your shirt over the side of the bed. “Oh yeah?” he panted as he pushed his pants off in one motion and toed out of his socks. “What job is that?” he asked with faux innocence. “Fucking me like the fuckboy you look like with that haircut. Dominick,” you added his proper name after a short pause and his eyes darkened and he growled before attacking your mouth. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Dom’s going to take good care of you.”
I.. this..hair..hot…jkkksjdhd
One year after So It Begins. Angsty but whats new for our Sonny. Sorry in advance.
Standing in the kitchen preparing dinner, you heard the lock jiggle. Knowing it was Sonny, a big, goofy grin spread across your face, even though he was late. You ran into the living room only to find your boyfriend with his shoulders slumped and a look of total devastation on his face. The blue eyes that are usually filled with mirth, were dark, sad and you knew he had been crying. As you approached him, he grabbed you and pulled you into his chest. He was hugging you so hard that it took your breathe away. You squeezed him right back and nestled your face in his chest. He leaned down and buried his neck in the crook of your neck. You could feel his body shake with quiet sobs. In the year you had been together you never saw him fall apart this way.
Finally he let his grip of you loosen but just a little, still holding you close.Soon after, the sobs slowed. You looked into his troubled face. Something bad had happened today but what and to whom, you had no idea. He usually called and talked about his day, good or bad, but there had been radio silence today. You pulled him over to the couch. He put his head in your lap and you stroked the back of his head waiting for him to start talking.
After he took a couple shaky, cleaning breaths, he began. “It was supposed to be a routine traffic stop. This car was weavin’ back and forth over the yellow line. We hit the lights and sirens, he finally pulled over. We ran the plates, came up stolen. We got out and approached the car. Iverson to the driver side and I hung toward the back on the passenger side. The driver jumped out of the car. He had a gun. Before I knew it he got a shot off. I pulled my gun and shot, took him down. I knew he was dead. I radioed officer down as I was running to Iverson.” He paused and another set of sobs racked his body. You froze and looked down at Sonny. In that moment you knew exactly what happened.
He continued, “I held pressure to Iverson’s neck where the bullet went through. Oh God, doll. I held my partner, my best friend in my arms and watched his life slip away. I failed him, I didn’t have is back. My first thoughts were to his parents, Sabrina and the baby. Them having the Chief come to their door saying ‘We’re sorry but…’ My next thought was you.”
He looked up at you and suddenly sat up. His lips crushed into yours and he pushed you back on the couch, covering you with his body. His hands were everywhere, like he was trying to make sure you were really there. “I need you doll. Move in with me. Marry me. I need you. I need to fall asleep with you in my arms every night and wake up looking into your warm, brown eyes every morning.” A breathless “ yes” was all you manage to say before he delivered bruising kisses. The rest of the night he lost himself in you. All the bad from the day faded away, at least for a few hours.
SVU addict 