carisi-dreams:

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