Warning: Smut, physical assault
"She's walking into the club now. Eyes open, everyone."
He didn't like it, and he sure as hell wasn't okay with it. But it wasn't his call. It was Liv's. His hot temper flared up and he and Liv fought tooth and nail in her office about it but it still didn't change a thing.
There was a dangerous, possibly even psychopathic, career rapist making his rounds over the city, and you just so happened to be the only SVU squad member to perfectly match his type. And, rather than have an outside UC take the job, the rest of the squad unanimously voted for you to go in, no matter how much Nick argued. Everyone knew you could more than take care of yourself, even Nick, but that didn't make it any easier for him.
So, you were the bait. Nick felt bile rise in his throat even thinking about it.
It certainly didn't help that you were in a skin-tight dress and impossibly tall stilettos that didn't leave much to the imagination - Nick shifted in his seat across the club, adjusting his earpiece and avoiding the thought that a rapist was about to put his hands on you.
He white-knuckled the bar as he watched you flirt with the suspect, acting like you didn't know he was the absolute scum of the earth. Flashing the smile you usually saved just for Nick, letting the rapist wrap hands around the waist Nick held flush against his chest when you slept at night. The rest of the squad was scattered undercover around the club, while Liv was waiting outside to burst in with backup as soon as you gave the signal.
Just as planned, he watched the suspect lead you to a back room of the club.
Just as planned, you followed him, perfectly playing the role of a drunk, single college girl.
Just as planned, you went out of the team's sightline and into the dark, and they waited. They waited for your signal, waited for you to finally get the evidence they needed.
But it didn't go as planned. After ten minutes of radio silence, Nick started to get nervous - it wasn't supposed to take this long.
"Liv..." he started to mumble.
"I know." Her voice buzzed in his ear. "Thirty seconds, and then we go in."
A minute later, busting into one of the club's private rooms, Nick saw red. You had been made, a black eye beginning to form and blood from a busted lip staining your dress. Before he knew it, Nick was pounding his fist into the rapist's face, feeling nothing but the satisfying crunch of nose breaking underneath his knuckles.
"Amaro. Amaro. Nick, that's enough." Rollins snapped him out of it as Fin heaved him off the suspect. Amaro looked at her with wild eyes, chest heaving as he tried to control his fury that someone dared to lay a hand on you.
"We got this," Benson said as Fin slapped cuffs on the perp, "Y/N needs you more than we do right now."
Nick was out the door in a second, sprinting outside to where you were perched on a gurney, talking to Carisi. An EMT had just finished stitching up your bottom lip while you pressed an ice pack to your black eye, blanket thrown over your bare shoulders, stilettos kicked off long ago in favor of bare feet.
"Are you okay? He didn't get any further, did he? Dios mio, mi amor, I knew we shouldn't have let you go in there, I should have protected -"
Nick was speaking a mile a minute, and you cut him off by gently pressing your free hand against his cheek.
"I'm fine, Nicky. Nothing a few stitches couldn't fix." You smiled, using the half of your mouth not numbed with lidocaine to reassure him.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Nick tried again, softer and calmer this time, as he replaced your hand holding the ice pack with his.
"I'm really okay. I've been hit with worse than this."
He pressed a careful kiss against your forehead, trying to avoid any tender spots, and let out a long, heavy breath.
"Stop beating yourself up about something that obviously wasn't your fault. I love you, I'm okay, and you're an incredible detective and boyfriend. Now take me home so you can cuddle me on the couch while we eat all the ice cream in your freezer."
That finally earned a laugh from him, Nick helping you down from the gurney before tenderly settling an arm across your shoulders as you made your way to the car.
"Anything for you, mi amor."
They headed home, Nick not letting go of your hand the entire ride home. When you arrived, the two of you headed up to the apartment. Nick wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.
"Please baby, let me pamper you," he seductively whispered into your ear.
"Nickyyy."
"Please."
You nodded and in a flash, you were in Nick's arms. He carried you into the bedroom and laid you down on the silk sheets. One by one he took off your clothes until you were completely naked. You were excited to see what he was going to do. Suddenly you felt his warm breath against your hot center. He attached his lips to your clit and began sucking viciously. You moaned at his intense touch, pulling at the ends of his hair. Nick began attaching your vagina, knowing exactly what would make you crazy.
"Nickkyy," you moaned as he continued, "Nick I'm gonna cum."
"Cum for me baby. Cum for daddy," Nick mumbled into your clit.
With that you came undone. He licked up your cum before standing up in front of you. He stripped down till he was completely naked. He climbed up your body, placing kisses as he went. When he finally reached your lips he kissed you passionately.
"I'm gonna rock your world baby."
"I know you will Daddy."
