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Mistakes We Knew We Were Making

Chapter 3: The Pages

You wake up to the overwhelming aroma of coffee and bacon, and for a moment you’re confused before the memory of the previous night returns to you. Dominick with his strawberries. Whispered ‘I’m sorry’s’ and you aren’t quite sure what they were for anymore. And your bed still smells of him, that scent you wish you could wrap yourself up in. And the side of the mattress is still warm from his body as you reach out your hand to where he had fallen asleep, arms and legs around you like a vine. You had woken several times during the night, had watched him sleep and are now ashamed to admit it to yourself. But you just couldn’t help yourself. In a way you wished he had left so you could have found peace because again and again there you were studying his face, listening to his breathing, watching for the smallest movements. Like he was some sort of treasure. It makes you want to bang your head against the wall.

You stretch lazily and get up, making your way to the bathroom where you pull your dressing gown around yourself loosely. There’s a faint hickey on your collarbone. That should annoy you, you’re not thirteen anymore. He shouldn’t put his mark on you like that. But instead you find yourself tracing your fingers over it, smiling. You love it. You kind of want to show it off. Want your friends to ask you about it. Curious whispers behind your back. You want him to know he can claim you as long as you can claim him. How ridiculous that it turns you on.

‘Good morning.’ He's behind you and you jump a little.

‘Ugh! Don’t do that!’ You turn around and glare at him.

‘Sorry.’ he pouts charmingly, knowing he can get away with anything and everything.

‘Thought you would have left by now.’ You turn back toward the mirror and attempt to fix the mess that is your hair, last night’s activities have taken their toll.

‘Would you have preferred me to?’ He steps behind you and moves the silk fabric of your gown ever so slightly in order to reveal the mark he has left, and you shudder at his touch and the way he inspects you, a mischievous smirk on his lips.

‘Thought it was customary to do so after a booty call.’ you can’t help but press your ass against him and get an immediate response from his body. You’re only teasing, you’re secretly glad he’s still here. Although it makes you somewhat nervous. This isn’t something you should let become a habit.

‘You and your thoughts.’ His fingers run over the hickey again and he kisses your neck before he withdraws. ‘I made breakfast and it’s getting cold. Come on.’

Breakfast is an understatement, you think, as you see the spread prepared on your tiny kitchen island. Pancakes, a fruit salad, bacon, sausages, scrambled eggs, porridge, buttered toast, croissants, jam, Nutella, coffee, orange juice, some green smoothie. Strawberries.

‘Ummm….’

‘Well, I went and got some things to go with the strawberries.’ He pulls out a chair and you stare at him like he’s an alien who’s just landed in the middle of your kitchen with his spaceship.

‘Who the fuck even are you?’ you mumble and shove a piece of croissant into your mouth, rolling your eyes at him. He scrunches up his nose and sits next to you, sipping his coffee.

‘I like to cook.’ He peeks at you over the rim of the cup and you roll your eyes again. What have you gotten yourself into?

‘Did the good lord send you here to domesticate me?’ you ask with the most serious tone of voice you can manage and he almost chokes on his drink laughing.

You both crack up and just when you thought you calmed down you snort and end up cracking up again. His face is red like a tomato and tears are streaming down your face and you don’t remember the last time you laughed this hard that wasn’t with your girlfriends. It catches you off guard, this lightheartedness with a man. Then again, you should have known, when everything else was so easy with him that all kinds of intimacy would be. Still, it is not something you are used to so it surprises you how naturally it comes. Maybe you would second-guess yourself later on. Maybe you would feel silly, immature even. But this was supposed to be fun, right?

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‘It’s nice and it’s fun.’ you repeat it like a mantra a couple of hours later when you meet your best friend Louisa for a drink.

Of course she knows about you and Dominick. She had seen you two as you returned from your little excursion to the boathouse, all red-faced and giggly, and figured out the rest. Knowing you for almost all your life she had been slightly shocked, claiming it wasn’t like you to have sex with a guy you hardly knew. Let alone let him, well, bang you out in the open and you couldn’t even argue with the way she had made it sound so perverted because it had been.

‘Lou, I don’t know what came over me, okay? Okay? I’m not gonna feel bad though. I’m not gonna apologize. I’m 25 and I feel like now’s the time to go and have fun, especially after Daniel. You know what my parents are like. They thought I would marry that guy. And now I’m not, thank God. Anyway, I’m almost finished with law school, I’m single, it’s summer. Let me just have this! He’s so so soooo gorgeous. And sweet. He’s so sweet. And fun. And the sex. Dear lord, the sex. It’s like he’s inside me. I mean he IS. He IS inside me. But like, fully. Inside me. My brain. It’s so fucking intense. Anyway, before everything in my life gets serious, I gotta enjoy this. Just be a little crazy with this beautiful, sexy man.’ you talk excitedly and Louisa stares at you with an amused smile.

‘Okay, okay. Yes I agree, He is gorgeous, it’s not like I’m blind. And I heard he’s a nice guy. I just want you to be careful, with him and with yourself. Even if you think this is just fun and games, it’s never just fun and games and someone always gets hurt in the end. So you gotta set some rules, some boundaries. You’re vulnerable after what happened with Daniel, I want you to not let anyone take advantage of that. I’m not saying Dominick would do that on purpose but y’know. Go have fun but make sure you’re on the same page first.’

‘I’m pretty sure we’re on the same page.’ you say it but you’re not actually.

‘You gotta make sure you are sure.’ she insists.

‘Yes, yes, alright.’

Well there was a conversation to look forward to.

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You spend the rest of your Saturday going through the list of potential future employers your boss has given you. He’s willing to recommend you for either, he said, and you know he has reputable connections not just in New York but internationally. It’s something to consider, especially straight out of law school. It’s not that he wouldn’t like to keep you on after you passed your Bar exam but you and him both know you are meant to go and explore the great big world outside the relatively small office. So you had politely declined.

Ever since you’ve wanted to become a lawyer, from the age of 13, human rights have been set in your sight. Memories of you and your parents watching the news, stories about political conflicts, poverty, human trafficking, war crimes, and numerous other atrocities flashing on the screen on the daily and that helpless feeling that shook you to your core. Turning to your mother you had asked ‘Why isn’t anyone doing anything’ and your mother answered ‘People are trying, honey.’

You’re not delusional or naive enough to think you can change the world. No one can. But you also refuse to give in to helplessness, it’s too easy to think there’s no point swimming against the current. Luckily your parents and teachers had always supported your dream, especially when you were ready to give up, and had managed to pull you back from that cliff of utter hopelessness on the many occasions when you had felt like there was no point.

Needless to say the United Nations are on the very top of your list. And luckily, after enrolling in a legal clinic there during your first year at Fordham where you met one of the top human rights lawyers who you’ve kept in touch with, you do have a contact there. Not only that, Emily had become somewhat of a mentor to you. She had worked for the UN for over 25 years and you are hoping to learn from her eventually and that Bachelor in political science and sociology sure helped a lot to impress her.

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Dominick picks you up on Sunday afternoon outside your apartment for a walk around Highland Park. After your conversation with Louisa you kind of regret agreeing on meeting him now because it feels like a date and there isn’t supposed to be a date. You are supposed to set rules. Boundaries. And you feel like he isn’t thinking about setting them so you are the one who has to. And you feel awkward and nervous and like you’re about to ruin things by having ‘the talk’. Or maybe you’re interpreting too much into this silly little walk already, perhaps he isn’t thinking anything of it, not more than two people on a casual stroll on a sunny afternoon. So what’s a girl to do? You decide to follow your gut and test it out. See where the conversation takes you.

He hands you an iced chai latte and you head towards the park, the way he always guesses your favorites is endearing to you. Your ex couldn’t remember your Starbucks order even after three years. Oh god, you have to stop comparing him to your ex. Stop. But it’s hard when he’s the first guy you’re, well, whatever it is you’re doing with him, after your last relationship.

‘You’re not tired of seeing my face yet?’ Dominick smiles from behind his black Ray-Bans, chewing on the straw of his pink lemonade.

He looks absolutely ravishing again today. White shirt, looking so good with his slight tan, damn his Italian blood. Tousled hair, tight jeans, Converse. If he had asked, you would have taken him straight home. It’s insane what kind of carnal instincts this man is provoking in you. Scary, almost. Your whole body shudders at his sight.

‘Not yet but the day isn’t over.’ you reply, feeling cheeky as well.

‘What would it take? I like to annoy people.’ Oh he’s on his boyish bullshit today. You hate how it’s only the third time meeting him and you can already tell.

‘You would want to annoy me? Believe me, I can be a real bitch.’ You are up for the challenge, you’re not even kidding.

Dominick puts his arm around your neck and pulls you in close, kisses your forehead, and you breathe in his aftershave. As always, he smells divine. As always, mixed with the warmth of his body, it makes your head go fuzzy. There’s a simple science behind it, they say, body chemistry or whatever, but to you it seems like he has bewitched you. Why else would he feel so familiar after such a short amount of time? Or are you just that desperate for the affection of an attractive man? You feel like clinging to him like velcro.

‘I would annoy you, just a little bit. And then you could be a bitch, just a little bit. And then we could go back and forth bickering like an old married couple.’

You find him irresistible. Too irresistible, almost. There’s a part of you that wishes you two could go on like this, flirting like crazy, pushing and shoving, until you are too hot and bothered to be in public any longer. When the time comes and Dominick has to grab you and you run off back to your place. Where you tear off each other’s clothes and fuck like bunny rabbits and you can forget about what he just said but you can’t and it’s time you take that deep breath and just get it over with.

‘Well, we are not an old married couple. We’re not even a couple. And I’d like it to stay that way, please, Dominick.’ You try not to sound too harsh but there it is. You went there and now you can’t take it back.

He unwraps his arm from your shoulder and stops dead in his tracks, putting his hands over his heart.

‘Ouch. Okay. Damn.’

You curse yourself. Maybe you could have been a bit gentler.

‘Sorry. I thought we were on the same page with this. Considering…I mean. Don’t get me wrong, I like you. I really do. A lot, Dominick. You’re…incredible. And maybe at another time it would be different, I’m just. Out of sorts from my last relationship. I don’t need any of those complications right now. I’m sorry. I just-…thought we should have this conversation sooner rather than later before this goes on and on and we end up in limbo somewhere and neither of us knows where the other one stands. So there won’t be any expectations I can’t meet.’ You mean it. Perhaps things really would be different if the timing was better.

Truth be told, you can’t let yourself go there at the moment.

‘No, it’s fine, I get it. Honestly I wasn’t thinking about taking it further. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m crazy about you.’ Dominick takes off his sunglasses and steps closer to you. ‘And that I wanna spend time with you. Preferably naked. But if I can annoy you on a walk in the park I like doing that too. But yeah, I’m not looking for a relationship either, y’know. My last one didn’t end that well. So we’re definitely on the same page, no worries.’ he cups your face with his hands and kisses you and you feel relieved, for a second there you really thought you hurt his feelings, that maybe he had wanted more from this.

But among the relief there’s something else. Something that’s pulling your insides in what feels like every direction, in a strange way. You can’t explain it. Your mouth and throat suddenly feel so dry and you take a sip of your drink to fight it.

‘So we’re good? Like this?’ You recover from whatever it is that came over you. Maybe you just aren’t used to this sort of thing.

‘Sure. We’re good. I mean I’ve never done this so, I guess we gotta figure it out as we go along.’ He blushes a little and thinks putting back his sunglasses will hide it, how adorable.

It kind of takes you aback that he never had a casual thing with someone, most men do, as opposed to women. Then again, you thought you weren’t the type, yet here you are.

‘Well, I’m not an expert either.’ You kick at a pebble.

‘Is spending the night and making breakfast still okay?’

Oh dear. A simple question yet such a complicated matter. It was meant to be simple. You try your best. You think of the way he made you feel, sleeping next to you with his arms around you. Good in one way but entirely in pieces in another.

‘If I say it’s not a requirement but you can if you want to? Does that suffice as an answer?’ You really don’t know how else to put it.

‘If that’s how you feel, sure.’ Dominick seems neither happy nor sad about it.

Many lies were told that day. You both had had your hearts broken in the past and you both didn’t want to have your hearts broken again. So you tiptoe around it while at the same time thinking you could embrace each other fully, so intensely, so entirely. And you thought ‘This must be what he wants’ and at 25 and 26 you both think you know exactly what you want. Well, you know nothing. Now there you sit, on the same page. Or are you?

Because the thing with pages is, they are constantly turning. A new chapter is starting. Another ending. So which would it be?

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cathrrrine · 4 months

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Perfect / Love Won’t Die

Dominick “Sonny” Carisi x Reader • Law and Order SVU • Domestic Fluff, AFAB!Reader

Summary: Sonny happily holds the bouquet of flowers he bought for his girlfriend only for her to open the door and start crying. He immediately panics, but soon finds himself amused when she reveals the true reason for her tears. AO3

A/N: I’ve never posted any of my SVU imagines, but I had to with this one :) Happy 2024! My resolution is to post more of my work so I’m digging through all my drafts and posting them lol. Enjoy husband material Carisi <3

In all the six months you had been dating Sonny, there were never many problems that couldn’t be resolved with a simple conversation or a hug and a kiss on the cheek. As far as Sonny was concerned, it was the perfect relationship. He had gotten to know all your little habits; likes and dislikes, pet peeves, niche obsessions. Six months wasn’t exactly a super long time but it wasn’t short either. After only half a year of dating each other, he’d confidently testify that he had fallen in love with you deeply, enough to want to spend the rest of his life with you. He was happy to get married, have babies, grow old together…the whole shebang.

Things were going steady with you. He couldn’t imagine himself being with anybody else, and he was over the moon to know that you felt the samw way. Long late-night conversations about the future the two of you dreamed of revealed that you wanted him to be a part of it as much as he wanted you. Sure, Sonny was aware of how much of a (hopeless) romantic he could be sometimes, but that was in the past, and all of those relationships weren’t with the right people. His sisters had been talking his ear off ever since high school, warning him about women that would only break his heart. It made him wince just to think about all the red flags they ticked off angrily; gold-diggers, manipulators, emotionally unstable women, emotionally unavailable women…and the likes of it. That and their own broken-heart experiences that prompted very fuelled lectures of examples of men Sonny shouldn’t follow always rang in his mind, even until now.

He’d also been made well aware of how right they were about his exes with a bunch of ‘I told you so’s’ and narrowed eyes, but those relationships were in the past and he was much, much younger (and dumber) than he is now. He only had a couple of serious relationships in his adulthood, which ended up not being the right fit for either parties. Then, his love life got buried under the heavy, heavy load of police work and law school and he never found the time to make himself available in the dating pool. He was always too tired, too beat, too mentally drained. It was never a priority.

Then everything came to a stop and his whole world wouldn’t do anything but revolve around you. Sonny was smitten, like a lovesick puppy who got shot by cupid’s nuclear-powered bazooka as fate would have it.

He never felt this way about anyone in his life before, it was a feeling he relished in and was adamant on not letting go.

You were perfect.

Obviously, you had your flaws, but all only human, none of them fatal. Like how you had a habit of ordering too much food but he ends up being the one to finish it up when you realised your eyes had been bigger than your appetite — but he didn’t mind that at all, in fact he secretly loved being able to feast like a King — or how sometimes, you would arrive 10 minutes late to your dates on one of your busiest weeks, which he never complained about because he had his fair share of being unpunctual as well. Plus, you always made it up to him one way or another.

You were absolutely perfect, inside and out. Sonny thanked God everyday for sending a woman as smart, beautiful and kind as you his way. He’s never felt so lucky.

Sonny knew and loved everything about you, down to your weirdest quirks. If there was a Jeopardy! game where the topic was You, he’d be waving around his trophy like a mad man. What you didn’t tell him, he learned. It was the same way you got to know him. The two of you were always honest with each other, trust being the pillar of your relationship, it was why you got along so well. You knew how to make him happy, as he did for you.

So, why is it that you were crying as he handed you a bouquet of your favourite flowers as soon as you opened the door to your apartment?

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” His sweet smile dropped to a concerned frown, uncomfortable and nervous at your sudden reaction.

There you were in front of him, dressed in your most comfortable pair of pyjama pants and an oversized tee that he was sure once belonged to him, messy hair up that he found extremely adorable. Nothing seemed out of place, except for the fact that…well, you were crying.

He always brought you flowers. Was he late? He glanced at the clock on your wall. No…was it something he said? Something he did? Something…he totally forgot about?

“Nothing- no, everything’s fine, nothing’s wrong.” You sniffed, hugging the fresh bouquet close to your chest, dipping your nose into the floral fragrance to smell it only to find that the tears had triggered an onslaught of snot. That only made you cry more.

The bubble of nerves in Sonny’s chest was bursting at this point, he was almost worried he was having a heart attack. “Doll, you’re crying, something’s wrong.”

He held out an arm to pull you into a hug and you eagerly sunk into his embrace. You buried your face into the fabric of his suit jacket, breathing in what you could of his faded perfume. His calloused hands stroked your hair, softly caressing your head as he cradled it. He gently peeled you off of him to get a better look of your face, now red and eyes puffy from sobbing.

He held your cheeks between his palms and you pouted, looking up at him with sad doe-like eyes, and if that didn’t break his heart that he must not have one because the look on your face was shattering him in every possible way right now. One of his thumbs swiped a fresh tear off your cheek, he felt you nuzzle into his hand.

The tall blond gently led you to your couch and set the flowers down on the coffee table before cuddling up with you close to his chest. You wrapped your arms around him desperately, wanting nothing more than to be absolutely engulfed by everything Sonny — scent, skin and biceps.

“You’re killing me sweetheart, you gotta tell me what’s gotten you all upset like this.” You felt him kiss the top of your head and love bloomed in your chest immediately. “Come on, doll, what’s up?”

You sighed, big and loud, huffing away all the choked up tears with one big breath. “I swear it’s nothing. I’m so stupid.”

He was quiet for a while until you felt his voice vibrate from his chest again, “Was it…me? Did I do something wrong?”

You whipped your head to look at him, only to be greeted with a very worried expression.

Oh, Sonny. Oh, sweet heavenly innocent Sonny. How could you not love this man with every fibre of your being when he’s got that look in his eyes? The one where his pupils are so dilated, you could see your reflection in his big, blue puppy eyes.

How could you have been so careless?! Of course he’d think you were crying because of him, the sweet stupid man — God, you loved him so much. The thought only made you more emotional…and just like that the waterworks came rushing back in.

“Oh, God, Sonny-“ you hiccuped, pulling yourself away from him to put your face in your hands. “I’m so sorry- it’s not your fault at all,”

The lovesick, worried-sick man shot up next to you to pull you into his arms once again, stomach churning at the wave of emotions you were going through. He couldn’t even detective his way through this, his mind going haywire with every sniff that came from you.

“Then what is it?” He tried to keep the panic out of his voice, “Did something happen at work? Is it that asshole again?”

With what he dealt with at his job, it wasn’t out of the question for his mind to be going down that dark path, but he shoved his anger and panic down to focus on your well-being, remaining rational until you were calm.

That made you shoot up to look at him again, words tumbling out of your mouth hurriedly to curb his worries. “No, no! I’m okay, I’m absolutely fine, Todd — that ass — didn’t do anything to me, I promise you, I swear to God. And it’s not you, it’s not anything even remotely related to anything sane at all. I don’t even know why I’m getting all worked up over a bunch of random things, it’s just so—“

“Doll.” Your boyfriend’s voice pulled you out of your rambling. The loving concern that radiated off of him was enough to bring you back to your senses. Gently, he asked again. “What is it?”

You melted immediately, both embarrassed and exhausted from all the sobbing you had been doing. “I’m on my period.”

Oh.

Oh!

“I know, I’m not usually this emotionally affected but my hormones are all over the place and my TV decided to autoplay The Notebook, now I’m a mess.” You sniffed. “I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t have seen me like this, much less deal with me.”

It was only then that the detective noticed the TV screen, paused on Ryan Gosling’s frowning face.

He tried to stifle his amusement, but it came out in a fit of giggles, much to your dismay.

“It’s not funny.” You pouted.

“I just— I thought—“ His laughter consumed him, shoulders shaking as he held up his palms to his face and ran his fingers through his hair, uncaring of how it would mess it up. Sonny leaned back into the couch and continued to laugh with his hands over his face.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice was so quiet it came out like a squeak, ashamed of how you cried like a baby in front of him. Although the two of you spent plenty times over at each other’s places and hanging out with each other, over the six months he knew you, you never had your hormones hit you this hard. It wasn’t uncommon to you, but it wasn’t a regular occurrence either, and it certainly wasn’t an event Sonny had the pleasure of experiencing…until today.

“It’s okay if you’d prefer to be at your own place right now, I totally get it. I won’t be offended in the least, okay? I’ll call you in the morning.” Some men in the past have been weirded out when this happened to you, so you weren’t lying when you said you wouldn’t be offended — it was ‘your fault’ anyway, that was what you had grown accustomed to.

But Sonny, the ever-loving and understanding guy, did not share the same view. Of course not! Raised-with-sisters, loves-his-mother, thoroughly Italian, good-Catholic-man-who-respects-women Sonny, would never in a million years ever even think about being upset with you just because your period messed with your emotions. And that’s why you weren’t sure why you were so surprised when he responded to your offer with a kiss.

This was Sonny. He would never think lowly of you because of something you couldn’t control.

“That’s crazy talk, doll.” He mumbled into the kiss, smiling as he continued to love on your lips. “I’d never leave you alone like this.”

You pulled away a bit to properly look at his face, “Really?”

This was the man your heart belonged to. You don’t know how you didn’t explode when he gave you the most charming smile that ever graced his lips.

“Really.”

Everything you were worried about solved itself into place, like sentient puzzle pieces figuring themselves out with confidence.

“You’re too good for me.”

Unabashedly, you continued to make out with your boyfriend on your couch, a newfound appreciation driving you mad with love.

“I’m only for you, babe. Don’t need anyone or anything else but you.”

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Now that the two of you were freshened up and settled down with mugs of hot cocoa in your hands, you and Sonny were much more at ease.

There was nothing better to Sonny than to be cuddled up with his girlfriend with her head laying on his chest. You practically clung to the arm draped over your shoulder, making a nest out of his bicep for your face — which reminded him of a koala bear, but he kept that thought to himself. He was so comfortable, so happy that this was his life. His nose pressed against your hair, the scent of your shampoo reminding him of a holiday well-spent together in Mexico. Deja Vu hit him the minute he kissed your head, laughing through his nose when he remembered the events that happened just a few hours prior.

“Hey,” he nudged you with the arm you were glued to. You pulled your focus from the movie you were watching — a comedy, nothing that would make the ‘bloody demon hormones possess me’ as you put it — and raised your eyebrows curiously in response. “I’m just wonderin’…”

“Hmm?”

“Why did you cry when I gave you the flowers?”

You groaned, still somewhat embarrassed at the flurry of emotions you attacked the innocent man with. But you humoured the question anyway, “I opened the door and you were standing there, so handsome and so sickeningly charming, holding up flowers that you brought for me. You should be worried if I didn’t cry.”

“Wow,” he whistled. “I’m really that handsome, huh?”

You playfully hit him in the chest with your fist as you resumed your initial position, “Shut up.” A smirk managed to rip it’s way through your lips. “But mostly, I was crying because I was so sad that the flowers were going to die. I don’t know, just weird how my brain works on my period.”

It was a nonchalant mention, nothing big to you, but it stuck to his mind. Flowers dying made you upset. How precious was that? He catalogued the thought, filing it away for the future. The inkling of humour tempted him, though.

“So, not so much on the handsome part?”

You snorted, “Eh, I’ll give it a 60/40.”

“It should be in the news or something. ‘Guy So Handsome, Makes A Grown Woman Cry’” he gestured in the air as if there was a banner.

“How about, ‘Girl So Hormonal, Makes A Grown Man Cry With Her’?”

“Psh, I didn’t cry.”

“You so were.”

“Was not.”

You laughed, thinking he’d given it up when the sound of the movie began to fade into your hearing again.

“You should come over the precinct, tell the guys how I can make the ladies cry just by showing up at their door.”

He wore that goofy, toothy grin you were so accustomed to whenever he was joking around.

You rolled your eyes. Then decided to mess with him. “Excuse me? Ladies? Plural?”

The grin immediately wiped off of his face. “No- I meant lady, as in singular.”

“Mhmm.”

“I mean— no, that’s not what—“

“Sure, Son.” The monotonous voice you used made him sweat.

“You know you’re the only gal for me! I was just joking…hey, baby, come on, look at me…”

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Months passed by and relationship milestones came and went. You finally met his family on month eight, and him yours. Month ten, you got a promotion at work and thankfully — not by your doing — Todd left the company. Sonny and the rest of the SVU team made a breakthrough on a case, you met his coworkers you heard so much about for the first time when he brought you along for their celebratory dinner. He was teased relentlessly for ‘keeping such a wonderful woman from us all this time’. You enjoyed the camaraderie that they shared with each other, and felt like you won a prize when they extended it to you.

Time passed by you so fast that you barely noticed it was almost a full year since you and Sonny made it official.

The day of your anniversary, he made reservations for the two of you at a fancy restaurant — Italian, of course. You reminisced the journey of your relationship together over some fine dining and a delightful bottle of wine. The ambiance, mixed with the light-headed feeling from one too many glasses of wine, only made the love you had for Sonny so much more emphasised. It was a dream, to be loved by such an amazing man, to have found your soulmate. If you weren’t at such busy points of your career, you’d literally have his babies right then and there. A couple of mini Sonny’s would do the world good, you pondered. Unbeknownst to you, the subject of your thoughts was thinking the exact same thing, only he was dreaming up a babble of mini You’s instead.

Sonny and you walked home together — he had basically moved into your apartment by now, he was finding it harder and harder to be separated from you at night. Having you next to him made him sleep better, and just generally being around you made him feel better — the two of you never made his move-in an official thing, but there was no need to. It was almost like you shared a telepathic connection. Although, Sonny being Sonny, will make the moving in an official thing whether you needed to or not. Maybe into an actual house, with a backyard and a huge kitchen and a family to raise in to make it a home. One day. Maybe even tomorrow. He’d do anything, anytime with you.

“Got you something, by the way.” He grinned, keys jangling on the doorknob as he swung it open for you.

“Sonny, you didn’t have to.” You blushed. One year together and he still had that effect on you.

“Well, I wanted to.”

While you were taking off your shoes, he used it as a distraction to take it out of the hiding spot he so carefully planned — his height being an advantage to said plan — and waddled over in his socks to where you were sitting on the couch, handing it to you once he was sat as well.

It was a daintily patterned gift bag, not too big and not too small either, with a card attached to it on the front. You carefully removed it to read his words in neat handwriting.

Happy 1 year anniversary, doll. I love you so much. You make me the luckiest man alive. My love for you will never die.

You wanted to cry, so touched by his short but undeniably sweet words. He saw how your bottom lip jutted out, the way it usually did when emotions got the best of you, and smiled to himself with a bit of pride in getting his words right.

Slowly, you pried the top of the bag open, only discovering a plastic dome. “Careful.” Your boyfriend noted.

You wondered what it was, going over all the possibilities in your head as you took it out of the bag; lava lamp, necklace, tiny bottle, lantern…only to gasp when you saw what it really was inside.

A small sphere-shaped cactus with a crown of pink flowers, placed inside a white ceramic pot with the words, ‘My love for you will never die’ engraved in cursive writing around it.

Ahhhh, here come the waterworks.

“Sonny,” your eyebrows scrunched up, lips fully pouting now. “This is the sweetest fucking gift ever.”

Your use of words didn’t go unnoticed by the smiling man, earning you a chuckle out of him. “I remember the time you cried when I brought you flowers, and you told me it was because you were sad ‘bout them dying…it’s cheesy, I know. Corny, a bit. But I thought you’d like it.”

The rising inflection of his voice gave away his nerves, but you were quick to make your appreciation known. “I do, I do! It’s just the most beautiful and thoughtful gift anyone’s ever given me. Thank you, baby. I’m- Aw…“

You choked up and he took that as his cue to pull you into his arms, careful to set the prickly plant down so you wouldn’t accidentally get hurt.

“It’s true though, my love will never die. You’re stuck with me for as long as you want me.”

“You know I’m shit at keeping plants alive, Son!” You couldn’t help the wavering in your voice, “Oh, but this is just so, so sweet. You’re just too cute for your own good.”

“Well, I was cute enough for you to accept the babbling guy who asked you out a year ago.” The giggling that followed made his blue eyes seem brighter.

“Yeah, I couldn’t say no to that face.”

You took the comfortable silence that ensued as a segue to your own offering to him, “Speaking of this cactus being put at the risk of dying, I’m gonna have to appoint someone to remind me it needs water every now and then.”

“I’m assuming that would be me?”

“Yup.” You shifted around to look through your purse. “So, I was thinking…”

Sonny narrowed his eyes at you, “Thinking…?”

You held out your palm and reached out for his, dropping a familiar weight into his hands. As soon as you pulled your hands away, the object revealed itself to be a single silver key with a brown leather strap keychain attached to the ring, ‘Det. Carisi’ engraved on one side and ‘Sonny’ on the other.

He looked up at you, meeting eager eyes that matched his own. You were practically bouncing with giddiness, excited to reach yet another milestone.

“Move in with me? Officially?”

God, you were so perfect.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

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adarafaelbarba · 3 months

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Hello, hope you're doing well! If it so inspires you, may I suggest "Feel this? It's just for you." from the smutty one-liners with Sonny Carisi? Thank you 😊

a/n: sorry it isn't a long piece 😅🫣❤️ also please ignore how sad Sonny looks here, he's not sad in this piece 😅

warnings: MINORS DNI!

He stands in front of you, looking deep into your eyes, intoxicating you with his closeness and the smell of him.

"Do ya have any idea what ya do to me, doll?" He asked in a low tone.

Shaking your head you gasped when he grabbed your chin, tilting it so you looked down between the two of you, to the bulge in his slacks.

You carefully moved your hand to cup him, shocked at how big he felt.

"Feel that, doll, that's just for ya," he murmured, finally leaning down to kiss you.

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motherofdogs1010 · 4 months

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Laurel Sickness I (Sonny Carisi x Reader)

Summary: Laurel Sickness was a case of extreme, obsessive love that has been used to describe the new phenomenon that is sweeping the globe with no explanation. Individual are becoming just as mad as Apollo once was when he first set his godly eyes on the virgin nymph, Daphne.

Warnings: 18+ only, dark!fic, toxic behavior, gaslighting, dystopian society, dark!Sonny Carisi, stalking, stalker!Sonny Carisi, the world's messed up in this story, age gap relationship, forced relationship, eventual non-con/dub-con, Stockholm Syndrome

Dividers by @firefly-graphics Banner by @vase-of-lilies

Sometimes, in the late night when she was holding herself up in her dorm, Y/N would lay there in her bed and contemplate what exactly she had done to gain the attention of her friend's uncle.

She remembered meeting Maddie Carisi at freshman orientation, the two girls having been in the same major (nursing to be exact) and having instantly clicked. She had known Maddie for exactly three years before she was invited over to the Carisi Easter Sunday Dinner, her own parents were back in her home state and unfortunately, Y/N couldn't afford to go back home at the time, but now... now, she wishes she had taken up her parents' offer of letting them buy her a ticket to visit them.

She remembers the way the whole family had been welcoming, a loud joking bunch of people who were still in the Sunday bests; Y/N having made sure to dress in a floral, pastel colored dress that was off the shoulder yet she made sure to put a cardigan on top as to not show too much cleavage since Maddie had told her that her grandmother was quite the conservative Catholic. Y/N had been enjoying herself, enjoying the conversation and activities the Carisi family had set up for the kids and cousins to do when she had bumped in Maddie's uncle.

"I'm so sorry", Y/N had said with a apologetic look on her face. "I didn't see you there."

She didn't think of anything when their eyes met, E/C meeting blue and seeing the appearance of his pupils dilate when they met. She didn't think the surge reports on the news could happen to her, how naive she had been.

"It's alright, no harm done", he had said with a tight smile.

"Uncle Sonny!" Maddie had cheerfully said, "you're here!"

"Well, luckily, I was able to take the afternoon off", he said, his accent thick. "I see you brought a friend along."

He was a handsome man, Y/N could recall; he had his hair gelled back, he had quite a bit of grey in his hair yet it had only added to how attractive she had thought he was. He was much older than them, Y/N figured he was in his late thirties or early forties and he seemed to be accompanied by a blonde haired woman who always looked like she was permanently scowling.

"Oh! This is Y/N!" Maddie said, introducing her. "Remember, I told you my friend and I both wanted to get our Masters to become NPs? This is her."

"Ah, Maddie talks a lot about you", he said, "big plans you two have, huh?"

Big plans, that's what she had. So many big plans and dreams before Sonny Carisi crossed paths with her...

"My Uncle rarely comes nowadays", Maddie had told her later. "He's the new ADA in Manhattan for the sex crimes unit."

Amanda had been mad as of late, a cunt if Sonny was being honest because of his lack of wanting to have sex with her anymore. But how could Sonny betray his little doll face like that? How could he forsake the instant connection he had felt by having sex with another woman?

The minute their eyes had met at his family's get-together, he knew it was instantaneous, they were meant to be. Sonny didn't exactly understand at first the thoughts that were in his mind about the younger woman, the intense and sexual dreams about her until he was watching the news.

The dreams he had were not always sexual, no, sometimes he saw his life with her; her cooking at the stove with five or six little Carisis ran around their legs, she would laugh as they pestered her before she'd look back at him with a grin.

"Dominick, you're home", she'd said as the bundle of children ran towards him.

Another case of that new phenomenon, Laurel Sickness was in the news; a woman arrested after killing the boyfriend of the woman she had grown to become enamored with. Laurel Sickness was something that some were saying was global hysteria, people falling in love with a uninterested third party, chasing down their loves until they were able to obtain them.

"Our eyes met and I knew we were meant to be!" the afflicted woman sobbed as she was arrested. "She showed me our future together!"

Sonny's eyes had widen as he could hear Amanda calling him from the other room.

Damn all the time he had put into the relationship with Amanda, the arguments they had over making their relationship public or how attached her daughters were to him.

Sonny looked at the photo Maddie had posted to her instagram, a photo of her and... Y/N, oh, how did just thinking her name make his stomach clench and heat spread through him. The two girls were outside at a coffee shop, it was obvious they had been studying by the notebooks and textbooks, even their laptops around them on the table.

Y/N had her hair pulled away from her face, a happy but tired smile on her face.

"Sonny, we really need to talk about this", Amanda nagged from the other room.

Yeah, they were going to talk.

He just knew it was one that Amanda wasn't going to be happy about.

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narcissuslecter · 13 days

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hey babes, it's me, your fave internet menace, will graham smokes truther, writer who has been writing again but very slowly!

i've been crazy busy with work and life but i have also been watching sooo much svu and i started watching house so like... house/hilson fics soon??

anyways, on the writing side of things, i've been writing like a beast but im also self critical as ever so it's a fight! but baby we got as needed chapter 3 coming up soon, some angsty carisi for all u svu babes.

for u hannigram babes we got fics for u too, bunch of songfics bc unfortunately, it's what i do best. lots of music, lots of messy power dynamics, lots of smut <3

and don't think i forgot about u criminal minds babes, there is some stuff in the workssss.

all that rambling aside, send me headcanon reqs, send me asks!

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gardens0fbabyl0n · 23 days

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The Counselor and The Detective

Dominick Carisi x Reader / Terry Bruno x Reader Warnings: smut (explicit), language

‘Another one, please.’ you motion to the bartender, and he nods, preparing a glass of Merlot for you as your phone buzzes. A text from Sonny lights up your screen.

Sorry, sweetheart. Still stuck at the office with Bruno going over the case. You know how much I hate this.

It was supposed to be your date night. And even though Dominick and you had kept it casual until now on the grounds that both of you were too busy for a serious relationship, this was the one thing you both had insisted on. A regular Friday date night. Yes, he had apologized in advance, knowing he was going to be late but now it was almost 10.30pm and you were getting tired of waiting. He had a big trial coming up on Monday, however, you knew for a fact everyone else had gone home and it was just him and the lead Detective on the case still working so late. You had to find a way to make him leave.

You take a generous sip of wine before getting up and walking toward the bathroom. Maybe he just needed a little inspiration, you think to yourself, and take your phone out of your purse. Hiking up your dress, you position yourself, camera pointing at your lace-covered center, a finger teasingly moving the fabric aside just an inch, just enough, before snapping a photo.

Hungry for you. You hit send.

Sonny’s reply only takes seconds.

Come over.

You gasp, your hands beginning to shake immediately. Come over to his office? Has he gotten rid of the Detective? Was he all alone now? Oh, fuck. You quickly leave the bathroom stall and return to the bar to pay your tab and grab your coat.

On my way, baby.

******

The floor is dark, the blinds of his office closed, and you swallow hard as you approach, knowing he has prepared for you. Fuck, you’ve had sex in semi-public places but this, this was something you two had fantasized about so many times. You knock softly before opening the door and there he is, leaning against his desk, looking sexy as ever in his waistcoat, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up slightly above his elbows. Your eyes linger on him for a few moments but then, to your confusion, you notice another man sitting on the leather couch.

‘Come in, my love. Close the door and lock it.’ Sonny says, as the other man stands up with a soft smile. He’s handsome, about the same age as Sonny.

‘Dominick?’ you look at him questioningly and he walks towards you, grabbing your hand.

‘This is Detective Bruno. Terry. He was looking forward to meeting you.’ he says, and Bruno comes over, his eyes wandering over you as your heart begins to race.

You look at Sonny and he has that smirk on his lips that says it all. And you don’t know what in the world possesses you but you just give him a soft nod before he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you against him as his lips capture yours. As Dominick kisses you, his tongue slipping into your mouth, making you moan, Detective Bruno is watching, his gaze still on you as your boyfriend’s hands glide over you. It’s thrilling, kind of. Such a weird, bizarre feeling. You’re surprised by how fucking turned on you are already. You’re safe with Sonny, you know it. If at any time you’re uncomfortable with anything, a ‘no’ or ‘stop’ is enough and it will be over. But you want to know where this is going. All of a sudden you have no inhibitions, and these two attractive men are making you feel so sexy and wanted.

‘You know, I happened to see the photo you sent to ADA Carisi…I gotta say, you look pretty damn delicious.’ Terry whispers, his hand reaching out to touch your cheek as Sonny places passionate kisses down your neck.

‘I am pretty damn delicious. Tell him, Sonny, baby.’ you moan, fluttering your eyelashes up at the cop.

‘She’s the most delicious thing in the world.’ Sonny confirms and you giggle, your hands in his hair, roughing up his perfectly gelled locks.

‘Maybe, if you’re lucky, Counselor Carisi will let you have a little taste.’ you smile at Bruno as the Detective steps closer.

And while Sonny’s hands travel underneath your dress, lips sucking on the delicate skin of your neck, Detective Bruno starts kissing you. Almost immediately you begin to tremble, the two men’s lips and hands on you now and the thought of what’s to come almost too much to handle for your horny brain. Dominick’s hand slips between your legs, laughing at your dampness, his thumb pressing down on your clit, making you squirm under his touch. You’re losing all self-control. If you’ve had any to begin with, that is.

‘She’s really wet, you wanna feel?’ Sonny asks Terry and you whimper as the two men switch places, handling you like a doll.

Detective Bruno’s hand wanders up your dress, his fingers finding your wet cunt and he furrows his brow.

‘Damn!’ he sucks in air and you look down as you make out a growing bulge in his pants. Dear God.

‘Is that all for me, sweetie? Or will you give some of that to Detective Bruno? I’m willing to share if you are.’ Sonny whispers in your ear, nibbling there as Bruno drags his fingers through the folds of your pussy, making you moan out loud.

‘M-maybe…ugh…’ you groan, as Terry withdraws to bring his fingers to his mouth in order to taste your juices.

‘Fuck yeah, she’s delicious. You’re a lucky man, Carisi.’ he grins and you wrap your arms around your boyfriend’s neck, kissing him deeply as his hands find the zipper of your dress, pulling it down.

Terry helps you step out of the fabric while Dominick continues to get rid of your bra and panties, then wastes no time to push you down on his table until you’re lying down on it. The two men are still fully clothed and you’re exposed to them, feeling anything but. You’ve never felt hotter.

‘Spread your legs, baby.’ Dominick says, his hands on your thighs and you can feel your arousal dripping out of you already as you follow his command.

‘Fuck…’ you can hear Terry mumble under his breath.

You can feel Sonny’s fingers on you, spreading your lips, exposing your clit, and then his tongue is on you, tasting you. It feels fucking incredible. His name escapes your mouth in a loud moan and your back arches almost completely off the table, he has to hold you down with his free hand, all while he continues to flick his tongue on your sensitive bud. Fuck. He’s always been an expert at eating you out, the sight of his face between your legs enough to make you shake.

‘Bruno. Come here.’ you hear him say and your eyes flutter open to see the Detective step between your legs, his gaze on your pussy as Sonny pauses. ‘Fuck her with your fingers. I gotta hold her still.’

Oh God, you think but you have no time to think. Detective Bruno immediately plunges his middle and ring finger into you, making you scream in pleasure and Sonny’s mouth is back on you, sucking on your swollen clit. The two men are relentless in the way they are working on your cunt, Sonny’s expert tongue twirling around your core hungrily all while Terry’s unfamiliar fingers are pumping in and out of you, curling over your gummy walls. You know their goal is to make you cum as fast as possible, to make you shake and scream, and it won’t take long.

‘Doesn’t she have the most perfect little cunt ever?’ Sonny moans against you, parting your lips even more to expose your sensitive, overstimulated pussy. You can hardly take it anymore.

‘So perfect. So tight. Can’t wait for her to cum, see her squirm. You wanna cum, darling? You want us to make you squirt, huh?’ you open your eyes to look down at the two men, both giving you the dirtiest looks as they work your cunt to near exhaustion.

‘Fuck, yes, please!’ you yelp, and Sonny starts rubbing your clit as he continues to tongue at your folds, Detective Bruno adding a third finger to fuck into you harder and faster, pressing against your g spot.

Your thighs begin to shake as you feel your pleasure starting to concentrate on that one spot within you, and Dominick knows exactly what to do. Sucking harder, rubbing faster.

‘Hold her hips down.’ Sonny says and he spreads your legs as wide as he can, slapping your clit before taking it into his mouth again to suck greedily while Bruno’s fingers continue to fuck into you.

‘I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna c-cum!’ you cry, feeling yourself topple over, the walls of your pussy beginning to twitch.

Terry withdraws his fingers, inching closer to your pussy as Dominick watches as you pulse, and both men are holding you steady, your cunt releasing a spray of squirt. And you moan loudly, your eyes rolling back, you throb and spasm on the table as Sonny and Terry take turns catching your juice with their mouths.

‘Fuck baby, yes! Mmmhmm, look at that pretty pussy giving us so much delicious cum.’ Dominick moans, plunging two fingers into your still spurting hole. ‘Can’t get enough of you.’

‘Unreal.’ Terry growls, licking his lips.

Your eyes flutter open and the sight of the two men between your legs is almost too much to handle. And you know this earth shattering orgasm they have given you you know is only the beginning. Both their faces wet with your slick and cum, it is your turn now to make them feel good.

Dominick is hard as a rock in his pants and Terry has reached into his jeans and is stroking himself as you sit up, still shaking from your orgasm.

‘Mmmhhmm what do you say, Counselor? Shall we give Detective Bruno one of my holes, hmm?’ you smile, climbing off the wet table, grabbing your boyfriend and kissing him hard, tasting your pussy on his lips.

‘Your terms, darling.’ Sonny purrs as you stroke his dick through his pants.

‘You’ve both been so good to me, you deserve everything.’ you say, reaching out to pull Terry close as well, unzipping his jeans to free his cock while Sonny undresses himself.

The two men’s lips and hands are all over you, an overload of sensations while you’re still so raw from your recent orgasm. You lean back against Dominick, his hard cock rubbing against your ass and you already begin to shiver again in anticipation. Terry moans as your hands wrap around him, as you begin to stroke him and Sonny guides you backwards towards the couch. You turn around, pushing him down on it, kneeling next to him on the cold leather, his brilliant blues staring into your eyes, heavy with lust. It’s on you to serve them now. Happily. And as your mouth wraps around Sonny’s hard cock, you raise your hips, legs spread for Terry.

‘Detective.’ you mumble with your mouth full of dick.

‘Go ahead.’ Carisi grabs your ass, slapping it softly. ‘You have my permission. Fuck her however she likes it. Fuuuuck baby, that feels good!’ he moans, his precum leaking into your mouth as you bob your head up and down his shaft.

Finally, you feel Terry grab your hips from behind, the tip of his cock at your entrance, making you quiver before he pushes into you, making you moan and almost choke on Sonny’s dick. Christ almighty.

‘Holy shit!’ he breathes, dragging his cock along your tight walls.

‘Hmm babygirl, I think he loves your pussy just as much as I do.’ Dominick teases, pushing your hair out of your face as you eagerly suck his dick. You love it, you always have. It’s always been an equal part of give and receive in your relationship.

‘Fuck yes, I do. No wonder you’re always in such a good mood, Carisi. She’s taking my dick so well. Shiiiiit!!!’ Detective Bruno moans as he pumps into you, making your knees buckle.

‘Sonny has coaxed it out of me, haven’t you, Counselor?’ you look up at Sonny as you drag your tongue back and forth in his slit, making him tremble.

‘Oh and you have coaxed many things out of me, baby.’ he smiles, then looks at Bruno. ‘Fuck her harder. She can take it. She wants it. I know she does. Don’t you, hun?’ he growls and you nod.

Detective Bruno does as he’s told, shoving his dick into you harder, and you have to catch your balance on Sonny’s thighs, a loud scream escaping your mouth.

‘Good girl.’ Bruno moans, setting a new, merciless rhythm inside your cunt.

Fuck, it feels incredible. You know you’re going to cum again in no time and you know this is what they want. They want you screaming and they want you to be a mess again before they launch a new attack on you. It’s all part of their plan. You could tell from the moment you stepped into Dominick’s office. Terry’s fingers find your clit and he begins to rub you there, his cock pushing into your dripping cunt while Sonny watches you eat his dick enthusiastically. You love the taste of him, you love having him throbbing inside your mouth while you play with his balls, have him moan your name, the tension in his thigh increasing with every stroke, every flick of your tongue.

‘Harder.’ Sonny instructs as he pulls you off him and Bruno once again picks up the pace while Sonny kisses you and you cum, holding on to your boyfriend as you shake and moan, your walls once again bursting. ‘Fuck her through it.’

The Detective fucks you through your orgasm, your legs almost giving out and your pussy squeezes around his dick. He curses under his breath while Sonny looks at you adoringly.

‘Fuck. Fuck. You two are gonna kill me.’ you sigh, voice shaking as much as your body.

‘No baby, no. But I think we can both agree that we love to make you cum, don’t we, Bruno.’ Sonny laughs as Detective Bruno pulls out of you, his hard dick glistening with your juices.

You look at them, both men so proud of themselves for having reduced you to a screaming, twitching mess, not once but twice now. And yet, they have yet to cum.

‘I think it’s your turn now. Counselor. Detective.’ you push Sonny back on the couch until he’s lying down before climbing on top of him, guiding his cock into your pussy.

‘Mmmhmmm baby, fuck. So warm. So tight.’ he moans, starting to fuck into you immediately as you lean forward and he embraces you while Bruno watches, stroking his still wet cock.

‘You two are so hot together.’ he mumbles, stepping closer, his hand running over your spine.

‘Join us. It’ll be even hotter.’ you breath spreading your buttcheeks but Bruno hesitates.

‘Don’t be shy. She’s okay with it.’ Dominick assures him.

‘Sonny, baby, I don’t think he’s ever done it before. Let’s switch.’ you pull away from him and your boyfriend smirks before you climb on top of him again, facing away, while he spits into his hands several times, wetting his cock for you.

Bruno watches as Sonny guides his dick into your asshole in slow motion, giving you all the time you need to adjust before you bottom out, moaning his name, and his arms are holding you still for a moment.

‘One word and I’ll stop.’ your boyfriend assures you but you shake your head, you actually love the feeling.

The first time you had tried it it’d been your idea and Sonny had looked at you in shock before shyly agreeing. Now it wasn’t something you did on a regular basis but sometimes, when you were in a particular mood, you had opened the drawer and asked Sonny to use that vibrator in your ass while he fucked you. And he couldn’t deny that he had enjoyed it too.

‘Go on, Detective.’ you say, as Sonny slowly starts fucking into you and you spread your legs a little more, offering your pussy to Bruno.

‘You sure?’ Terry asks and you nod, biting your lip.

‘Please. Fill me up. I want both of your cocks making me cum at the same time. And I want both of you cum inside me.’ you moan and Sonny curses at your words, his hand reaching down to find your clit, to rub you there.

‘Fuck, this is crazy. This is the hottest thing ever. My God. I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life.’ Detective Bruno leans down to inspect your swollen little pussy, watches in awe as Sonny’s dick pumps in and out of you.

‘She’s all ours to share.’ Sonny growls, biting into your shoulder softly and you giggle.

Bruno’s tongue darts out to taste you and you squirm, releasing another stream of slick from your opening which he catches. Greedily, his fingers delve into you, at which your legs fall apart even more, and you know he can’t hold back any longer.

‘Please. Please Detective. Please.’ you beg, hungry for his cock now. All you want is to get your brains fucked out by these two gorgeous men.

‘Well, I can’t have you begging like this.’ he whispers, pushing the head of his dick through your folds before ramming it into your pussy and you moan out loud, overwhelmed by the feeling of two cocks inside you now.

‘Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck OH FUCK!’ you yelp, and they both halt their movements in order for you to get used to them.

‘You’re okay?’ Bruno asks while Sonny softly strokes your sides, kissing your neck.

‘YES! Fucking hell don’t stop!’ you squeal and they smirk, immediately starting to thrust into you again, slowly but deliberately.

Fuck, you can’t believe you have two dicks inside of you, you can’t even figure out what is going on, all you know is that you are approaching another orgasm fast. Sonny’s hands are holding you up while he’s pumping into your asshole, Bruno has found the perfect position to fuck into your pussy deeply while his thumb is pressing down on your clit, rubbing tiny circles and you have lost all sense of time and space.

‘Harder.’ you cry, looking up at the detective as his mouth hangs open at the sight of you exposed like this, offering yourself up to him like this.

‘Mmmmhhmm, she can take it, Bruno. Do as she says. Fuck that little pussy of hers.’ Sonny orders, pulling on your hair slightly as he himself picks up the pace a bit more, his dick fucking into your ass harder.

You smile as Bruno does as he’s told, with a loud, feral moan, and you close your eyes, letting the two men split you open, fucking into you ferociously.

‘Fuck, baby. I’m so close. Fuck!’ Sonny moans behind you and you smile triumphantly.

‘Wanna see that pussy squirt again. Wanna feel you clench around me, baby.’ Bruno says, desperately pumping his dick into your soaking wet cunt.

His thumb is circling your clit harder, as you look down, watching as the two men fuck your holes, making you feel like a slut and a goddess at the same time.

‘You two feel so fucking good! I’m gonna cum, ughhhhh.’ you moan, and both men pick up the pace again, making you scream with every thrust, making you forget everything around you.

And for the third time today you bliss out, spasming around their two cocks, jerking, pulsing, twitching, juice shooting from your spent pussy while you moan. And they still won’t stop ramming into you, chasing their own releases, Bruno still rubbing your swollen clit. Sonny is the first to cum, filling your ass with his seed, holding you close to him while he presses into you, your name on his hot breath. You cry and convulse again as Terry continues to penetrate you frantically, his cock plunging into your pussy again, again and again, and you cum once more while Sonny rubs your clit, making you spray your squirt everywhere.

‘Yeah, you like that huh, he told me you could take it, now I’m gonna make you take it. Again!’ the Detective smiles. ‘Spread her cunt for me, Sonny. Wider.’

You cry out in pleasure as Sonny holds your legs open while your thighs shake, his hands reaching down to spread the lips of your pussy to expose you to Bruno.

‘Fuck. Look at that. How many more do you have in you, huh? You wanna find out? Sonny, what do you think?’

‘Oh I’ve lost count.’ Sonny kisses you and you lean back against him, exhausted but eager for more. Always eager for more.

Once more Bruno shoves his dick inside you, hard and fast thrusts, over and over again, and you cum again with a scream, your boyfriend holding you while you shake and twitch.

‘Mmmmhmmm, every time that pussy clenches around me I get closer to heaven, Counselor. You really won the prize with that one.’ Bruno says, playing with your clit.

‘I know…I know. So precious. Aren’t you, my darling.’ Sonny kisses your temple as he reaches up to squeeze your tits, and you nod, catching your breath before Bruno starts fucking you again.

But he is close now himself, you can tell. Beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his grip tightening on you, his pants quickening, his thrusts getting sloppier. Still, he fucks into you hard, his thumb stroking your clit as you reach another peak.

‘I want you to cum, Detective.’ you moan. ‘P-please. I wanna feel that cock pulsing inside of me. Feel that hot cum fill my pussy. Come on.’

‘Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkk!’ he growls as he rams into you a few more times, finally releasing himself into you with a shudder. ‘Holy fucking shit!’

And Sonny is there to continue to rub your clit while Bruno continues to fuck into you, still semi-hard, and you cum again as he pulls out, watching your pussy contracting and throbbing, pumping out his seed as you twitch and moan. Fucking hell.

‘Fuck…’ Terry licks his lips while running his fingers through your wet folds a few more times, looking at you adoringly.

‘So much for trial prep.’ Sonny laughs, his arms wrapped around you tightly and you relish the feeling of being taken care of after being fucked senseless.

It truly seems like your soul has left your body, nothing in your life has ever felt this intense before. Your eyes are still closed and you’re too afraid to open them but as you feel Detective Bruno leaning down to kiss you, you eventually do.

‘Well, maybe it was just the inspiration you needed, what do you think, Counselor?’ you smirk up at Sonny and he chuckles.

‘Yeah, maybe you should come over more often, baby.’ he whispers.

Hmmm. Yes. Maybe you should.

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4Ever

SVU Fic

Diedra and Serafina walked Sunny into the room with the bridal party, each holding one of her hands. They had taken her for a walk around the venue after they dressed her to keep her from boredom. Sunny had surprised both of her parents by taking her first steps the week prior so instead of riding in a wagon she would be walking down the aisle alongside Sasha as a flower girl. Monica was finishing Peach's hair while Kat and Bella helped Mia and Kaci with their dresses.

"Mama!" Sunny yelled going over to her. "Up!"

Peach laughed, carefully picking her daughter up. She kissed her face. "Look at my Sunshine. You look so pretty."

Sunny smiled wide showing off her new teeth and touched her hair.

"Yeah, Auntie Monica did your hair? It's pretty too." Peach glanced over at her mother and mother in law. "I know you two are not crying already."

Diedra waved her off. "Our babies are getting married, we earned the right to cry. I just can't believe this day has finally come."

"And such a beautiful bride she is," Serafina gushed wiping her eyes, "All of you ladies look beautiful. My son is so lucky to have you, Peach."

Peach smiled looking down at her daughter. "Your grandma and Nana are tryna make me cry. Tell them no no."

Sunny giggled looking to the older women. "No no no!"

On the other side of the venue, the men were in their own room getting ready for the wedding. Carisi sat off to the side his shirt unbuttoned at the top and tie hanging around his neck watching the men interact and get ready. Quincy and Nick noticed, going to sit with him.

"Big day is finally here. You get to marry my poison in the ass," Quincy joked making him chuckle. "So now she's your pain in the ass. Forever. No refund."

"I don't think she'd let me return her anyway." Carisi laughed.

"You're right to think that," Nick added. "You look like you're thinking hard. You okay?"

"Yeah yeah," he said quickly, rubbing a hand over his hair, "Just thinking about how far we've come. Feels like a dream."

"I can assure you it's not a dream. You and Peach are getting married in," Nick paused to look at his watch, "30 minutes. Get that tie tied and your vest and jacket on."

Nick and Quincy left him to finish getting ready. As he was buttoning his cuffs, he realized he didn't have his cuff links. He dug into his pockets to find nothing, checked his suit jacket to find nothing as well then went to his bag starting to worry. While he didn't need cuff links, he wanted to wear them. They were the ones Peach had gotten him the first birthday they spent together and he always wore them for special occasions. He hoped he just left them at home and hasn't lost them.

"Looking for something, son?" Carisi Sr. asked with an amused smile.

Carisi glanced at his father and father in law momentarily then went back to looking in his bag.

"Yeah, my cuff links. Could've sworn I packed them last night."

Nate chuckled. "They're not in there. Don't bother looking."

"They've gotta be, I know I packed them." He assured them softly still looking.

Nate tapped his shoulder then spun him around. He held out a velour box to Carisi, urging him to take it which he did slowly.

"What's this?" Carisi asked starting at the box

Carisi Sr. Laughed. "Just open it. You act like something is gonna jump out and kill you."

Laughing to himself, Carisi opened the small box sic smiled seeing cuff links. One side had their initials and the other their wedding date engraved.

"Wow. Thank you guys. I still need to find the others but I love these."

Again the men laughed.

"Those are not from us," Nate said. "Babygirl took those other ones out of your bag last night and gave me those to give to you. Stop worrying."

Carisi smiled wide, looking back down at the cuff links. "Oh thank God. Thought I lost them."

The groomsmen and bridesmaids had all joined Carisi and the priest at the altar while their guests looked on. Noah came down the aisle carrying a black velvet pillow with their rings snuggly nestled on it. Olivia and Elliot smiled widely at him. Eli gave a thumbs up to him and Carisi high fived him as he made it to the altar. Sasha and Sunshine came next, Sasha would give the toddler flowers to throw them throw her own doing this all the way down the aisle. When they got near the altar Sunshine finally noticed Carisi, she squealed and ran to him making everyone laugh.

"Dada!" She giggled.

He kissed her cheek and gave her fruit snacks from his pocket. "Good job, Sunny. Good job."

Carisi gave his babygirl to his mother then went back to his spot, making silly faces at her. Once everyone was calm again, Zara came running out.

"Everybody get up!" She yelled standing at the end of the aisle. "The bride is coming! The bride is coming!"

She continued to yell it out as she skipped down the isle. Nick winked at her from his spot with the groomsmen. The large double doors opened revealing Peach and Nate just as music started to play.

Behind her veil tears slowly roll down her face as she walks arm and arm with Nate. Her eyes remain in Carisi, his on her. He mouths that he loves her wiping his own fallen tears. Getting to the altar, Nate relinquished her to Carisi when asked who gives this woman to this man. Carisi waited until she was standing across from him to lift her veil, he took in a big breath coming face to face with the love of his life as did she.

"Mama!"

Sunshine's squealed broke the couples stare and made them laugh. Peach turned to quickly blow a kiss at her daughter then gave her bouquet to Monica.

The ceremony had been a blur for the couple as they were lost in each other's eyes until it was time for their own vows. They both agreed to keep them short for the sake of their daughter having to sit too long. The two of them held hands.

"When I walked into the precinct that night, I had no idea that the new detective I met would be my wife and the mother of my child one day. You brought everything I needed and everything I thought I would never have into my life." Carisi spoke, staring into her eyes letting his tears fall. "BiBi, you mean the everything to me and I plan on spending our life giving you the world. I love you."

"You are my other half that I had been missing my whole life. My better half, really. You never let me win an argument," she paused to chuckle, "But I would rather lose arguments to you than not have you at all. Sonny, you are my dream come true. I could get forever with you and it still would not be enough. I love you more."

The couple went through the traditional vows as well and exchanged rings.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I now present to you Mr. and Mrs. Dominick Carisi Jr." The priest announced as the couple kissed.

Kat and Nick placed the broom in front of them. Carisi linked arms with Peach's and she used her free hand to gather her dress. They counted to three and jumped over the broom together. Their family and guests cheering in response as they walked down the aisle.

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qvid-pro-qvo · 2 years

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Can I please request a female!reader × Sonny Carisi where she is having a bad day at work. Everything that could go wrong has and then she maybe realises she has locked herself out of her apartment or or gets caught in a downpour or something happens that just makes her cry? A ficlet or HC - whatever you are feeling if this idea is okay.

Thankyou so much 💛

absolutely! sonny carisi x female!reader.

you’re wondering if you’re gonna get fired today.

that’s how today is going. it’s a miracle you managed to walk out on your own two feet, considering the bike that clipped you on the way in and tore your stockings to shreds, and that you look at all presentable after the coffee you spilled on your chest halfway through the day. you’ve gotten ten calls from your boss asking for ten different things and at five o’clock you’ve only done one of them, so, yeah. you think you’re getting fired.

and then he starts raining, and you smell like wet coffee because you forgot your umbrella, and by the time you get home you have tears in your eyes, and not for the first time that day. it’s been a long, long evening, and it’s not even until you try to unlock the door that you realize you’re not even at your apartment at all.

you’re at his.

with a defeated sigh, the tears finally start falling. he won’t even be home for another couple of hours, and you don’t have any more cash for another cab, and it’s still raining outside —

it’s been a really, really bad day. which is why you wanted him. wanted to be at his. wanted to be curled up in a hoodie of his and a blanket that smelled like him. instead you’re sitting outside his door crying.

“hey, doll, you’re - why’re you at my apartment?”

it’s been a really horrible day. a terrible no-good day.

“hey, sweetheart, what’re you — god, you’re soaked.”

you just wanna go home. you should be home.

“hey.”

you look up, then. because sonny, who should be at work, is kneeling is front of you, hands on your shoulders. he’s standing right there, and has the sweetest smile on even as concern writes itself all over his face.

“you’re soaking wet,” he says again. “what’s going on?“

“n-nothing,” you murmur, shaking your head. wiping your face as you try to smile back. “i should - i should go home.”

“you don’t have to,” he murmurs, cupping your cheek. “christ, you’re freezin’.”

“i didn’t have an umbrella,” you admit, sniffling again. “really, sonny, it’s okay —“

“let’s get you out of these clothes.” it’s a voice that offers no room for argument, as he moves to lift you to your feet. “c’mon, up and at ‘em.”

“sonny —“

“come inside. let me cook you something.”

and you’re melting even with the chill as he ushers your in. to a hoodie and a home-cooked meal. to a blanket that smells like him and a kiss that feels like him, too. to comfort and love and a good boyfriend after a really bad day.

well. maybe the day won’t finish that way.

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okay okay i think i’m a bit late to the game but carisi realizing he’s in love for the 5-sentence blurbs!

send asks for sonny carisi x reader (5 sentence baby blurbs!)

It hits Sonny like a truck - the feeling that has been cumulating in his chest for months since he first met you; a warm, giddy, safe throb in his chest. He loves you.

Sonny doesn’t think as he leans across the small table between you both to press his lips to yours, effectively cutting you off in the middle of your sentence. The bottom of tie skims the top of the pasta he is having, tomato base on silk - a nightmare for his dry cleaner, but Sonny doesn’t care, doesn’t care about anything in the moment but the words that are begging to be let out from his mouth.

“I love you,” he says against your lips, and Sonny feels your smile against his.

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lovecarisi · 2 months

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Mistakes We Knew We Were Making

Chapter 1: The Boathouse

You knew you were a goner the moment you locked eyes with him, those brilliant blues staring into yours. You could tell he was an old soul mixed with mischief with the intent to fuck up your life in every possible way. Dominick Carisi. Oh dear lord.

Now you are following his every move, from the way those long, slender fingers are wrapped around his whiskey on ice, his Adam’s apple moving up and down as he swallows, your thoughts racing already thinking about nibbling at his neck. You blush and force yourself to look away as you feel yourself growing wet, that spot deep within you coiling in on itself. No man has ever had this effect on you, and you don’t even know him. You share some mutual friends from law school who had introduced you at this party you both happen to attend. It’s Memorial Day weekend and you’re in the Hamptons with that same group of friends.

You hate the Hamptons and the pretentiousness of it all but suddenly you don’t care, you just want to be near him. And you pray to all the gods he will end up at your friend’s house afterwards. and for once the gods listen because you end up sitting next to him in the car ride back. The way he smiles at you as he climbs in the backseat, a whispered ‘hey’ and you ask yourself why he is whispering but you forget all about it because his lips are only inches from your neck and you take in his scent, woody and earthy, with a touch of mint from the gum he’s subtly chewing. You curse yourself for letting a man affect you this much and you wish you could deny him the attention that he is so obviously attempting to elicit from you because you pride yourself in being better than this, in not letting a man reduce you to a lecherous little mess.

But you can’t help it. He’s oh so charming without trying too hard like other men often do. There was an instant attraction between you two. So you turn your head slightly towards him and you whisper back a coy ‘hey’, and he laughs, such a sexy sound. And of course you immediately wonder what other sexy sounds you might get out of him tonight. Your legs touch, and you are dying for him to put his hand on your thigh. You can tell he wants to, by the way he swallows hard as he stares out the window, his hand covering his mouth trying to hide a smirk as he notices you watching him.

You get to your friend’s house, there’s about twenty of you, the music is turned on, bottles of alcohol are being opened and dispensed, and everyone is getting comfortable.

Dominick’s hand had brushed the small of your back as you walked down the path from the car to the house but you hadn’t seen him since.

The party bores you. A bunch of rich people talking about whatever, like they are the experts on everything just because they have money. Or rather, their families do. You don’t know how you ended up here. You refill your glass of red wine and step off the porch barefoot into the damp grass and start walking towards the water. The music and chatter grow quieter as you make out a silhouette sitting on the little dock. Of course, it’s him. You were hoping you’d find him somewhere out here.

Dominick gets up as he hears you approach, as though he’d been waiting for you and he grabs your hand without saying a word. Your heart is pounding in your throat but you manage a smile; the thrill and excitement of finally being alone with him, and the wine, but mostly the thrill and excitement of finally being alone with him. Your pulse is racing. He more or less drags you to the small nearby boathouse, out of sight of the other partygoers, and presses his forehead against yours.

‘What do you want?’ Dominick asks, his breath hot and heavy on your mouth.

You don’t hesitate. ‘All of you. Everywhere.’

He smiles and takes the glass of wine from your hand, putting it down on the floor. But instead of standing again he stays down there and you feel his hands on your ankles and his lips on the inside of your calf. You know what he’s up to and your brain can’t keep up because he’s already wandered to your knee and switched sides. Holy shit, there he is kissing the inside of your thighs. You quietly beg that he won’t tease you because you need him badly and urgently, and apparently it wasn’t so quiet because he chuckles.

‘Don’t worry, my sweet, I won’t, I need you just as bad.’

He still takes his time, as he pulls off your panties and his head disappears underneath your dress. It’s torture. Pure torture. He gently slips two fingers through your folds. ‘My god, you are so wet.’ he groans and you can hear him lick his fingers. Jesus Christ.

‘I…I’ve been wet all night just looking at you…’ you admit, and he peeks out from under your dress, cheeks flushed, the most magnificent sight. You feel his fingers return to your wetness and moan out his name. ‘Dominick!’

He smiles. ‘More?’ You nod. He pulls off your dress and your bare skin hits the rough wood of the boathouse but you don’t care.

‘You’re so beautiful.’ he whispers and picks you up so your legs are on his shoulders and begins to eat your pussy like it’s his last mission on earth.

Your eyes roll back and you can’t do or say anything except moan his name in defeat. His mouth is on your clit and lips, sucking, tongue circling, while his fingers are pumping in and out of you, drenched in your juices, skillfully massaging the most delicate spot inside you. He has you in a firm, strong grip, whispering how absolutely delicious you taste. You can’t help but grab his head, running your fingers through his already disheveled brown curls, pulling ever so slightly in pleasure. He buries his face even deeper in your pussy, hungrily devouring you and you wish you could capture just how fucking hot this moment is and how special he makes you feel with that expert mouth and fingers of his. You can already feel yourself tensing up, you know he’s gonna make you cum so fast like no man ever has. He can feel it too, as your insides begin to twitch. He can feel you pulling tighter on his hair but he doesn’t care, he loves every second of it. All he could think about since the moment he laid eyes on you earlier that night was making you feel this way. Making you tremble, as you scream his name. He wants you to cum, cum on his face and he can’t wait to fuck you once he’s done. He smiles against your pussy and you bite your lip. You look desperate for his cock.

‘Please Dominick….’ you whimper and the way you say his name makes him harder than ever.

Good God this woman is gonna be the death of me and it’s gonna be the sweetest death, Dominick thinks to himself. He adds another finger to your clenching walls, fucking you faster, curling over that g spot, sucking your swollen clit hard. You cry out, for a second he’s not sure whether he hurt you or it’s your orgasm, but as your thighs begin to quiver and a stream of ‘oh my god’s’ and ‘yes’s’ begin to leave your mouth he knows, and helps you ride out that sweet, sweet orgasm. You die a little death, you have never experienced anything as intense as this, it seems to go on for minutes and just when you think it’s over, his fingers plunge into you again and you shudder once more.

‘Nooo Dominick!’ you beg but you mean yes, of course.

After a few minutes or so, you don’t even know, he’s just smiling and kisses you, tongue slipping into your mouth, and you taste what he’s been tasting. And you must have him inside you now. Now! You eagerly start fumbling with his belt buckle, hands shaking, whining while he pulls off his shirt. God lord he looks good. Lean, strong, begging to be touched and kissed fucking everywhere. He helps you pull down his jeans and his cock springs free, hard as a rock, tip moist with pre-cum. Even though you are spent from your orgasm you want nothing more than for him to fuck you senseless. He gasps as you turn around and raise your hips slightly as an invitation, not that he needs one. He grabs you, slides over your entrance, wetting his cock with both your juices, and pulls you towards him before slamming into you. You both moan, finally feeling each other like this. Dominick is immediately obsessed with the way your pussy feels so tight around him and you love the way he stretches you to your very limit, your insides still so raw from your previous orgasms.

‘You okay?’ he whispers in your ear, his lips brushing your sensitive skin. You nod, reaching back to stroke the back of his neck as he starts pumping in and out of you slowly.

‘You feel…so fucking good inside me…ugh Dominick!’ you moan and he slips an arm around your waist, hand wandering down until his fingers find your clit again.

‘I’m not gonna last long baby, you got me so riled up just eating you out, you drive me absolutely mad.’ he sighs, picking up the pace as you arch your back more showing him you can take it like a good girl.

‘Mmhhmm you’ve already spoiled me so much…please just fuck me.” you whine. “However, the fuck you want. I just want you to cum. You deserve to cum so hard for how amazing you make me feel, Dominick.’ you spur him on.

He moans into your ear and it sounds so animal, so sexy, so manly, so feral. He pinches your clit as he pounds into you harder and faster, and without a warning, you cum again. He doesn’t stop, he ignores your cries, he just fucks you harder, ramming into you over and over relentlessly hitting your gspot and you almost go blind from pleasure. the walls of your pussy clenching around his hard cock as you shake and whimper his name. The sound of your bodies slapping against each other, your combined moans, his dick pumping your soaked pussy, faster and harder with each thrust.

‘I’m so close.’ he moans, placing kisses on your shoulder before biting down softly.

‘Cum for me, Dom. I want you to cum inside me, fill me up. Please, please baby. Fuck me harder. I can take it.’

He cries out, you know he was holding back. You feel him pick up the pace again, burying his cock so deep. His fingers rub your clit just the way you like it, the way you do it when you touch yourself. You feel absolutely raw, exposed and spread open but have never felt more worshiped, taken care of and sexier. You’re not sure which part of you is more on fire. You don’t know if it’s tears or sweat running down your cheeks but you’re sobbing with pleasure. His thrusts become sloppier, even harder, and faster, you know he’s cumming.

‘Fuck!!’ he moans. ‘Fuuuuck’ he shoves his pretty cock into you a few more times before he trembles and you feel his hot seed filling you. Your last orgasm shakes you so hard, even more intensely than the ones before, knowing it’s with him. Your whole body convulses as he holds you tightly, for who knows how many times that night. Time stood still. A lot of ‘Fuck’ and ‘Oh my god’ and some ‘Holy shit’ in between. You never thought some guy’s cum running down your legs would somehow be sexy, but here you are. You curse him because you know it is the first but it certainly won’t be the last time. Dominick pulls out of you slowly and turns you around to kiss you fervently, you wrap your arms around his neck like a drowning person, you wonder what this is gonna lead to.

‘What now?’ he asks and you bite your lip.

‘No idea. But this was too good for a one time thing.’ you reply with a smirk hoping he will agree.

‘Well fuck, no kidding.’ he blushes before kissing you again.

You start to shiver, suddenly aware of the fact that summer’s not here just yet and you’re completely naked in the breeze by the water. He quickly picks up his cardigan and wraps it around you before looking around for the rest of your discarded clothes. Reality sinks in and you kind of hate it. You don’t want to let him go.

‘Hey.’ he notices the look on your face as he hands you your dress, reaching into his jeans as he pulls them up. ‘Can I have your number please?’

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