Listen. Do yourself a favor and go read @therandomfics Sonny fic. It is soooo good!! It has angst, fluff, smut….bed sharing…*in my best Stefon voice…*
Tag: smut
Can we get some Peter Stone x Reader smut for when they are trying to conceive Audra?
//Clapping hands and jumping up and down. I’m LOVING the Peter prompts! Keep ‘em coming!!//
Negative. Just like last month and the previous six months before that.. Trying to get pregnant again was proving to be challenging. Julian had been easy. You weren’t even trying, you hadn’t been preventing either. He was your honeymoon baby. You smiled , placing your hand on your belly.
Peter came in to the bathroom, looking over your shoulder at the pregnancy test. He sighed and wrapped his arms around your waist. Resting his chin on your shoulder, he met your eyes in the mirror, “I’m sorry darling.”
Tears filled your eyes. Peter turned you, pulling you to his chest as you wrapped your arms around his middle. He kissed the crown of your head. It killed him to see you so upset when there was nothing he could do to change it. He wanted another baby just as much as you.
“We’ll keep trying. Okay?” Peter soothed your hair. “We’re just too stressed out, trying too hard.”
You nodded against his chest. Wondering if Peter might be right. “Yeah. Okay. I need to get Julian some breakfast. Coffee?” You swiped the tears from your eyes as Peter released you from his embrace.
“Please.” As you passed him, he gently grasped your arm. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Peter.”
After a few weeks, you had relaxed a little, and was concentrating on a big case you had coming up. “Peter? Hey, where are you?” You were trying to keep your voice even. It had been a good day, great actually. All you wanted was to share it with Peter.
“We’re in the kitchen”, Peter called back.
“There’s my guys!” Pizza toppings were spread over the counter and Julian was putting cheese, lots of cheese, on a pizza. “Got enough cheese there bud?” You laughed and ruffled his hair.
“You’re in a good mood.” Peter leaned over, giving you a kiss. He smiled which made your smile bigger.
“I have some wonderful news.”
Peter’s face lit up. “Are- are you…” His eyes moved to your belly.
Your face fell, the smile and good mood dissapating. Your gaze moved from Peter to Julian. “No. I’m, not- uh. I’m going to…” Your voice trailed off as you turned to leave the room.
“Is mama okay? She looked sad”, Julian inquired.
“How about you draw mama a picture to cheer her up?”, Peter suggested. Julian eagerly nodded his head. Peter helped him off the chair and he scampered off to his room.
Peter leaned over the sink and took a deep breath. ‘Why did he bring up a baby?’ He shook his head. He pushed off the counter and went to check on you.
Hearing Peter come into the room, you quickly wiped the tears from your cheeks. “I won the case today”, you gave him a tight smile. “That was my good news.”
He sat beside you on the bed. “Congratulations, darling. That’s wonderful! I know the hours and work you put into that case.” Peter moved a loose strand of hair from your face. “I’m sorry I asked if you were preg-”
“I know. It’s okay. You didn’t mean anything.” Taking a steadying breath you rose from the bed. “What’s Julian doing?”
“He’s drawing you a picture to cheer you up.” Peter glanced up at you and smiled. “Sweet kid we got there.”
“Agreed. How about we go finish making those ooey, gooey cheese pizzas?”
“He’s asleep. And it only took three books, two drinks, and about a dozen kisses”, Peter shook his head and grinned.
“I think I may have difficullty falling asleep myself. Think you can help me?” You tossed the blanket back and crawled across the bed to Peter. Rising to your knees, you wrapped your arms around his neck.
He pulled you flush to him, “I think.” Kiss. “I can.” Kiss. “Help you with that.” His kisses trailed from your neck to your jaw before finally meeting your lips where he gave you a soft, wet kiss. His hands slipped under your shirt and slowly raised it over your head. His fingers skimmed down your sides and then encircled your waist.
Placing your hands on his chest, you could feel his heart rate speed up. Peter leaned into you, and your body melted down to the mattress. He crawled up your body leaving scorching kisses along the way. His mouth encircled a nipple. “Ahh. Peter…”
Peter continued circling your nipple with his tongue. He reached between the two of you. Moving your panties to the side he felt the wetness of your arousal. “Mmmm…Mrs. Stone. Someone is enjoying themselves.”
You rested a hand at the buldge in his PJ pants. “You as well Mr. Stone.” You smiled against his lips. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pushed his pants down with you heels. His hands went to the band of your panties. You unwrapped your legs so he could slide your panties down your legs and tossed them aside.
Peter leaned back over you, taking one of your thighs in his hand, raising it. He lined up with yur entrance, his eyes locked with yours. He slowly sank into you. Both of you letting out loud sighs. Both legs wrapped around Peter’s waist again and he gathered you in his arms.
“You always feel so amazing.” Peter lips met yours for a long passionate kiss your hips moved to reach his. His thrusts hit you on just the right spot. “God…” Peter hissed though his teeth.
Clutching onto Peter’s back, you dug your heels into his hips, encouraging him to go faster and harder. “Peter. Feels so good. God..go faster please.” Peter’s hips snapped harder and faster per your request. You met every thrust. The pull low in your belly, told you that the orgasm you were about to have was going to blow yor mind. A flush spread up your body. You dug your nails in to Peter’s back and squeeed you tighter with your legs. “Oh God. Yes right there. Peter never stop fucking me!”
“You are..damn, baby…I’m going to..fuck!” Peter exclaimed. He bite your neck, holding you close to his body.
“Oh, Peter , oh. My. God!” It ran through your body like a hot knife through butter. You came hard.
“That’s right baby. Let me..shit…hear yo-” Peter exploded inside you. His thrusts became stuttered before coming to a stop. “Jesus. You’re going to kill me one day woman.” You laughed and he smiled and gave you a tender kiss.
A few weeks later….
“Good morning, darling”, Peter smiled at you as you entered the kitchen. Of course he was up before you. “Coffee?”
You nodded your head and he placed a steaming mug in front of you. As soon as the smell reached your nostrils, you covered your mouth and ran for the bathroom. With nothing on your stomach you only dry heaved.
“You okay?” Peter asked concerned as you bent over the toilet. He pulled your hair back.
“Yeah, I think so.” Straightening up, Peter let go of your hair. You turned on the sink, and splashed your face with cool water. Peter grabbed a towel out of the cabinet and you dried your face. He left he door open, glancing in the cabinet your saw a box of tampons.
“I’ll get you a glass of water.” Peter left he bathroom. You took the glass taking a gulp.
Overly tired? Check. Tender breasts. Check. Getting sick from certain smells? Check. “What’s the date?” You asked Peter, eyes moving to met his. He told you the date on his watch. Missed period? Big Check. A huge grin spread across you face.
“What are you smiling about?” Peter furrowed his brow.
“I’m pregnant Peter.” You listed off the list you just made in your mind. “It all makes sense.” Bending over you rummaged through the sink cabinet. “Found it!” You held up the lasts pregnancy test in the box.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Take the test!” Peter insisted.
You nodded and opened the test. You sat on the toilet, then held the test in your urine stream. Setting it on the counter, you pulled up your panties, then washed your hands. “Set a timer for-”
“Not necessary. Its already positive”, Peter said in amazement.
You had to see it for yourself. There it was. Two, very bright pink lines. Your eyes welled up with tears. Peter gathered you in his arms and spun you around, both of you laughing and crying at the same time.
high key crushing on the associate at my law firm and all i can imagine is him sliding his hand under my skirt in court. could you write something about peter where he teases the reader?
//sorry babes. This has been in my drafts for awhile//
“Y/L/N. You’re second chair on the Dante case.” Peter leaned on your desk.
You snapped your head up and gave him a disbelieving look. “Me? Are you sure? I mean thank you.”
Peter grinned, “I think you’re ready. The real question is do you? Lots of late hours, lots of research.” He examined your face.
“Yeah. Without a doubt. When do we get started?” You flashed him a small smile.
In the week you had been working with Peter it had been just as he said. Not getting home until 11pm some nights, files, photos and other evidence overflowing on your desk. “You’re still here, Y/N?” Peter’s voice startled you.
“Uh, yeah. About to head out though”, you stretched in you chair and yawned. “Ugh midnight? Might as well stay here for the night.” You smiled up at Peter.
“Done it many times. Why do you think I have such a comfy couch in my office?” Both of of you chuckled. “You’re welcome to use it anytime you like, even if I’m already there.” He gave you a scorching look.
Your eyes grew big and all of a sudden your mouth didn’t work. Peter gave you a wink as he bid you good night. You watched slack jawed as he walked away.
In the days leading up to the trial, you couldn’t stop thinking about what Peter said to you the that night. Even though he hadn’t said anything else like that, he was flirting. A hand to the small of your back going into a room, complimenting your outfit, pushing a lock of hair behind your ear that had escaped from your bun, and bringing you your favorite coffee.
You returned, gave as much as you got. If you caught if looking at you, you’d lick your lips, give him a wink. If you were looking at a document together, you made sure to stand behind him, barley brushing against him, placing a hand on his arm when talking to him. It helped you relax and to take your mind off things.
Trial day came and you pushed all of those thoughts from yor head. “Y/N”, are you ready?“ Peter asked face serious. “This defense is tough, they’ll try to spin things.”
“Got it”, you answered, nodding your head. “Just a bit nervous”, you admitted with a tight smile. “But I am most definitely ready.”
Half way through the trial, your leg was shaking, you were playing with your pen, figeting and doodling on the notepad in front of you. All the while keeping your focus on the witnesses, cross examinations and watching the jury.
Peter gripped your thigh and he leaned in, “hold still.” You expected him to move his hand but he didn’t. In fact he started inching it up your thigh. His hand pushed your skirt up. He ghosted his fingers up the inside of your thigh causing you to gasp.
He grasped your thigh again, and scribbled something on a notepad. ‘Be quiet, be still.’ You slid your wide eyed gaze up to meet his. He just winked.
Loosening his grip on your thigh, he continued his journey up your thigh. ‘Oh no way is he-’ your thoughts were interrupted by Peter brushing against you through your panties. You had to bite yor lip to keep a moan from escaping.
He acted like everything was normal, like he wasn’t touching you in the middle of a court room full of people. He continued to rub you through your now damp panties. “Peter?”, you whispered, “please stop. I-”
Peter stood abruptly, “prosecution rests your honor.”
could i request a fic with thigh riding mike? those legs are to die for
//Are they ever!//
“There you are”, you said to Mike as you walked into the kitchen. “I thought we were going to watch movie together” you plopped down in the chair beside him.
“Just need to finish a couple things then I’m all yours”, his eyes never leaving the monitor.
“What are you looking at?” You unraveled your hair from the towel and stood next to him.
“Just security footage”, he responded. He tore his gaze from the monitor. “You’re wearing my T-shirt.”
“Uh, yeah. Hope that’s okay. I forgot my pajamas, not that I ever use them”, you gave him a wink.
He put an arm around your waist and pulled you into his lap. “No panties? I approve.” He gently directed you to turn your body away from him and pulled the T-shirt off you. That’s when you noticed he had on nothing but his boxer briefs.
Mike moved his leg causing some friction. “Ahh” you gasped, surprised. His legs always made you weak. They were so strong and muscular.
He placed a hand on each hip encouraging you to move back and forth on his bare thigh. “You like that, don’t you babydoll?”
You nodded your head. You braced yourself on the table in front of you. “It feels…so…mmm…good. Ahhh…”
Mike chuckled behind you. “I know it does. My thigh is drenched from your excitement.” He pressed your hips to move you faster.
“Mike. I..God…” This was a new, different sensation but it was such a delicious feeling.
Mike swept his hands up your sides and cupped each breast, rolling your nipples between his fingers.
“Oh, oh God Mike. Fu-”, your orgasm rocked your body. When you had finished Mike pulled you back against his chest. He placed kisses to your hair.
“Where did that come from?”, you asked grinning as Mike wrapped his arms around you.
“Well I knew it would be awhile before I could properly take care of you. So..,.” Mike trailed off. He rubbed his hands up and down your arms. “Let’s get you dressed. You’re getting chilled.”
“Okay but you still owe me a movie” you said as Mike helped pull the T-shirt back over you.
Mike smiled and kissed you when you leaned down, “you got it babydoll.”
Nick Amaro Masterlist
- Nick Amaro x reader
Nick Amaro one shots
Nick likes it rough *nsfw*
Nick Amaro storyline
Well I’m glad you think of me when you’re drunk
Are you seriously going to leave without asking me,,
Engagement (Nick, Peter and Sonny)
could you write about sonny and the reader (who also works at SVU) having a one night stand? But based loosely on Maroon 5 ‘One More Night’? I’ve been listening to the song recently and theres a part that really reminds me of Sonny for some reason.. “Try to tell you no but my body keeps on telling you yes, Try to tell you stop but your lipstick got me so out of breath, I’ll be waking up in the morning probably hating myselfAnd I’ll be waking up feeling satisfied but guilty as hell”
//I love Sonny. I love Maroon 5. I love this ask. I love you.//
Sonny slung his arm over your shoulders and let out a raucous laugh. The corners of his eyes crinkled, his face flushed and he looked so relaxed. Just the opposite of work Sonny.
Since you had joined SVU, Sonny had taken you under his wing. And you couldn’t help but be 100% attracted to him. “You doin’ okay doll?” He asked with a big grin. His thumb making small circles on your shoulder.
“Just getting a little tired. I think I’m going to head out” , you said behind a yawn. It had been a long day, mostly spent in court. Amanda said the whole squad was going out for drinks for Nick’s birthday, you couldn’t say no. Plus you felt a little out place. Everyone had their S/O, except for you and Sonny.
“I’ll walk ya home”, Sonny insisted. He stood put his coat on then offered to help you with yours.
“It’s really not necesary. I just live a few blocks away. I can-”, but you didn’t get to finish before you were interrupted.
“If I let you walk home alone, I will worry all night if you made it home safely.” He gave you a stern look.
You threw your hands up in surrender, “Okay. Okay. You can walk me home.” After saying goodbyes, Sonny lead you out of the bar with a hand at the small of your back.
“So glad tomorrow is Saturday. Looking forward to sleeping in. What are you going to do tomorrow?” A cold breeze cut through the thin coat your had on causing you to shiver. Sonny pulled you into his side, like it was normal. Not that you were complaining.
“Probably just hang around the house”, Sonny responded to your question.
“I’m the next building”, you told Sonny. You stopped outside your building, “thanks for walking me home.“ You grinned at Sonny then looked down at your feet.
“Well, I guess I’ll go. See ya Monday, Y/N.” Sonny comes closer. His breath was hot on your neck. Brushing his lips across yours.
“Sonny?”
“Um hmm”, he ran his hand along your jaw and into your hair.
“Are you coming up to my apartment, or are you going to leave me to a cold shower?” You could feel Sonny smile against your lips.
“Lead the way doll”, Sonny smirked.
Upon entering your apartment, the two of you shedded your coats,and Sonny pulled you to his body. His arousal was evident against your stomach. He started nuzzling your neck and ran his hands up your sides as your arms snacked around his neck.
“No. We can’t do this Y/N” Sonny said firmly. He moved his body away from yours, relunctely.
“You sure about that because your body”, you ran a hand down his chest, “ is saying yes Sonny.”
Sonny gave you a frustrated look and ran his hands through his hair. “Your lips. God they drive me crazy, Y/N.” You watch as he paces. “Then tonight, you come walkin’ in with red lipstick on, took my breath away.”
“Yeah? Is that such a bad thing?” Looking up at Sonny through your lashes, you licked your lips and gave him a grin. “We’re consenting adults, Sonny and if you don’t stay, you’ll wake up hating yourself.”
He held your gaze for a beat before he pushed you against the wall. His lips crashed into yours. Hands roaming your body before settling on your hips. He broke contact, “bedroom?”, he asked breathlessly.
The two of you waste no time ridding the other of their clothes. Sonny’s hands were on you immediately. “Such soft skin”, he reached between your legs causing you to gasp. “I am going to feel guilty as hell in the morning.”
Placing your hands on Sonny’s chest, you pushed him onto the bed, “But baby, you will be satisfied.” You crawled up his body and straddled his hips.
“I have no doubt about that doll”, Sonny sat up and wrapped your legs around his waist. “You sure about this?”
You pushed yourself down onto Sonny’s erection. “Fu-I’ll take that as a yes.” He grasped your hips and started bucking up, you met every thrust. Gasps and moans filled the room. The angle he was entering you caused your toes to curl.
“Sonny. Oh God!” You dug your nails down his back and he hissed through his teeth. “Harder. Faster. Please.”
And he did just that. “I can’t go much longer, you feel too good.”
Heat flushed your body, you could feel your body on the edge of a body racking orgasm. You could tell Sonny was close too. His thrusts became more studdered. He thrust hard and you came apart calling his name out. Sonny thrust a couple more times digging his fingers into yor hips.
After Sonny found his release, he buried his face in your neck. “That was…” Sonny breathed.
“Satisfing?”, you finished his sentence as you ran your hands up and down his back, smiling. After a few minutes you untangled from one another.
Sonny got up and started picking up his clothes and redressing. He turned to you, sighed and said, “I-uh, don’t know what happens next.” He scratched the back of his neck absentmindly.
“Well, you can say good night and go home. Or, you can jump in the shower with me. Stay the rest of the night and I’ll make you breakfast before you go home in the morning”, you gave him a small grin. “And as far as work, it’s as we were before. No different. We just know each other a little…better” and gave him a wink.
Sonny nodded, contemplating what you said. “What’s for breakfast and do you snore?”
omg seeing all these gifs of phillip in his baseball uniform in undrafted makes me really need some peter stone fucking his gf in the dugout while wearing those amazing tight pants 😍 any chance you’ll write it?
//Sorry. This has been in my box for a bit. Finally inspiration hit. Hope you enjoy! He’s got me panting.//
“Hey you”, Peter gave you a wide grin. “Glad you’re still here.”
“Of course. Great game by the way.” Pressing to your tip toes you placed a kiss to his soft lips.
Peter pulled you closer, pressing your soft body against his hard, muscular chest. “Mmm…you taste like cotton candy” he gently bit your bottom lip.
“Careful there slugger or I just might have to fuck you right here in this dugout”, sliding your hands down to grab his ass. “Your ass looks amazing in these pants by the way.”
“And these shorts are very short.” He nuzzled your neck, kissing up to your jaw before delivering a bruising kiss. He started fumbling with your button and zipper.
“Peter..we..not here..ahhh” you breathed out as has he successfully undid your shorts and slid his hand into your panties.
“No take backs darling. Plus..mmm” he bit his lip as you carressed him through his tight pants.
Pushing him back to the screen of the dugout you unbuttoned his pants and clumsily pushed them down. You stroked his erection causing him to his through his teeth.
“If we get caught-” you started to say.
“Then we’ll have a good story, won’t we?”, he growled.
He spun you around, pressing you against the wall of the dugout. Reaching around he slowly started circling your clit with his thumb as two fingers plunged into you. He always made sure you were ready. “Hmmm…excited darling?”
“God. Please Peter”, you pleaded. His erection was pushing into your lower back.
“Whatever you want.” He removed his fingers and slowly slid his hard cock into you. He let out a groan as he slowly started moving in and out of you. His thumb stayed where it was.
“Jesus that feels good. Faster, fuck me good” you coaxed him on as you pushed back onto him.
“My God, you are so hot like this” he replied, then smacked your ass. His hands gripped tighter on your hips as his speed picked up.
He slammed into you over and over. You could feel it, “Oh, oh, oh Peter. Fuck. Ah.” You came so hard you thought your knees would buckle.
Peter growled as he thrust into you one last time and stilled. The two of you stood panting and trying to regain your wits. Peter slowly pulled out of you and the two of you rearranged clothing. Gathering you in his arms, he pressed a sweet kiss to our lips. “Thank you.”
“For what? Fucking your brains out?” and you laughed.
He chuckled, “well that and for being at every game and supporting me, and loving me and just for being you. I love you.”
“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” Wrapping your arms around his waist, your laid your head on his chest and smiled at how lucky you were.
i don’t know if you’ve written this before, but could you do something where mike and the reader sneak away in either one’s office and have a quickie?
//changed the prompt a bit nsfw obviously//
“You are… God-” Mike let out a moan. He nipped your neck. He grasped your hips and moved you up and down on his cock. Bringing Mike dinner had turned into him dragging you into to the car for a quickie.
You were riding Mike hard and fast in the the backseat of your shared SUV. Thank God for tinted windows, although the parking garage was esentially empty. “Oh, babe, that feels so fucking good”, you panted.
“Such a dirty little, oh yeah, mouth on you Mrs. Dodds.” He dug his fingers harder into your hips. No doubt you’d have bruises. He kissed you hard.
You bite his bottom lip then said, “Shut up and just fuck me sergeant”, you shot back. You pushed yourself down harder and faster. He in return bucked up to meet your pace.
“We. Really. Need. To-Fuck!” Mike thrusted wildly into you. “I hope you’re close baby”, Mike said through gritted teeth. Seconds later Mike found his release, spilling into you.
“So close, Michael, so…ahhh” with one final grind down on his cock you came. Hard. Opening your eyes, you gave Mike a satisfied smile. “Hope you still have time to eat your lunch.”
“Hmmm… I’m not disappointed. It was worth missing a meal.” Mike ran his thumb along your jaw, his hand moving to the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss.
can i get something about really really rough sex with nick? like obviously consensual, but he’s in a Mood and absolutely goes hard – makes her cum multiple times, fucks her into the mattress, rolling around the bed, headboard against the wall sex
“You promised me, Nicolas! No fights!” You poked his chest with your finger. “The first time we’ve been out in months and you pull this shit?!”
Nick was leaning against the doorway of the bedroom. His arms were crossed over his chest and his mouth in a thin line.
Nick shrugged his shoulders, “He shouldn’t have touched you.” He tugged you roughly into his body. “You are wife, mother of my children. No one disrespects you.”
“Nick, you-”. His lips crashed into yours. You tried to push away from Nick but he spun you around, pinning you against the wall with only his body.
He continued with scorching kisses to your collarbone, neck and returning to your mouth. He pulled your shirt over you head and tossed it aside. You unclasped your bra, letting it fall from your body.
His nimble fingers unbuttoned your shorts. He pushed your shorts and panties down your legs. When you tried to touch him, he took both of your hands and pinned them above your head.
Your anger was dissipating. In place a burning, lustful desire. He rolled a nipple between his fingers then pulled it into his mouth. His tongue flicking over the taut nipple.
He released your hands and they fell to his biceps. Nick held your gaze as he slid his fingers through your wet folds. “Hmmm…think I can make you cum with just my fingers.“
“God, Nicky. That feels. Ahhh…” Your grip tightened on his biceps and you closed your eyes. “Please. I-Oh fuck!” Your words spurred Nick on. His thumb strummed your clit, fingers pumping in and out of you.
The orgasm that you experienced tore through your body. “That’s right cariña. This is all mine.” Nick growled. “And I’m not done yet.“
He grasped the back of your thighs, hoisting you up. Sitting you on the edge of the bed, he slowly undressed himself. You hummed in appreciation. Nick body was killer. You licked your lips, and looked up at him.
Once naked, Nick started stroking his erection. He looked at you with hooded eyes. Jesus it was hot watching him stoke himself. “You see what you do to me. So hard, fuck and it’s all yours reina.”
“Then get over here and fuck me, Mr. Amaro”, you commanded. You spread your legs, slowly running your fingers over your clit and through your wet folds.
You swear you heard a growl from low in Nick’s throat. He hurried over to you, grasped the hand and sucked on the fingers that had just been at your center.
“You taste so sweet.” He pushed your legs back and and dipped his head down to your core. He dived in. He licked and sucked at your clit, his tongue running though your folds, and inserted two fingers deep inside you.
“Nick, too much, I, fuck” your fingers went to his hair, your breathing became ragged. He continued to lap at your clit. Before you could say anything else your body convulsed, thighs shuttered, your body shattered into a million pieces.
Nick stood up and wiped his mouth on his arm and a gave you a salacious grin. He draped your legs over his shoulder, grasped your hips and slammed inside you. You gasped, your senses overwhelmed with sensation.
“God, I love you Y/N.” At that he pumped his hips. Slamming into time and time again. “So fucking tight, baby.. mmmm…”, his voice trailing off.
The next thing you knew he withdrew, and moved your legs from his shoulders. He pushed you farther up the bed, and wrapped you legs around him. He framed you with his arms and started moving again, this time a little slower.
He ran his nose along your jaw and met your lips with a sensual, wet kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips, your tongues intertwined.
Feeling bold you attempted to roll Nick into his back, he let you take control. Holding on to the headboard your slowly sunk into his hard cock. The feeling was amazing, you really could feel how big Nick was in this position.
Nick hissed though his teeth. Letting you get acclimated, he slowly started helping you rise and fall into him. Keeping a hold of the headboard for leverage, you started bouncing up and down on Nick’s cock. His hips came up to meet yours thrust for thrust.
Nick’s breathing was becoming faster, the headboard hitting the wall in rhythm with his thrusts, you were moaning, it was good thing you didn’t have close neighbors.
You knew Nick was getting close, his hips, were bucking up, stuttering, his fingers dug into your hips, “Fuck! Y/N”, he mumbled something in Spanish.
Your body was responding again. No way, your couldn’t take another orgasm. It started with a pulling low in your belly, you were all sensation.
The fire licked through your body, your heart racing, breathing ragged, your toes curled, and if you held on any tighter to the headboard, no doubt you’d break it. You clenched around Nick, almost crying from the overstimulation.
Nick found his release shortly after you. He made animalistic noises while he slammed into you on last time and stilled.
You collapsed on Nick’s chest, both of you trying to catch your breath. He ran his fingers up and down your back and kissed your head.
“I love you Nicholas, so very much.” You pressed small kisses to his chest.
“Cariña, my cup runneth over.” He lifted your chin and kissed you softly. “I’m sorry about earlier. I was wrong. I just can’t stand to see a man touch you.”
“I know Nick.” He did show some restraint by only hitting the guy once. His temper was something he continued to work on and he had made progress. “Now, since I didn’t get dinner, go make me some food”, you giggled.
Nick checked the time, 11:30pm the clock read. “Pizza? We have plenty of time to order.”
“Yes. Extra large cheese pizza with extra cheese. I worked up an appetite.” You responded and rolled off of him.
“That we did, Mrs. Amaro. Extra large, extra cheese pizza coming up.” Nick got up and slipped his boxer briefs back on.
Laying back in the bed you smiled as you watched Nick walk out to order the pizza.
SVU addict 