Sonny
- Sonny rarely gets mad at you. Frustrated? yes, Upset? Yes. But never angry. Until one day you charged into a robbery scene where the owner was being held at gunpoint without your vest on.
- The gun went off as you disarmed him, lodging a bullet into the ceiling but Sonny’s heart stopped when he heard the gunshot. Because you weren’t. wearing. your. vest.
- After charging in and realizing you were okay, Sonny immediately drags you out of the store and into a nearby restaurant, shoving you against the sink and locking the door behind him. Backup was on the scene, someone else could deal with the perp.
- “What were you thinking? You could have died!”
- Sonny wastes no time tearing your pants off, and pulls his down just far enough to get the job done. He makes you suck his fingers before plunging them inside you, curling them against your walls. “You don’t ever pull something like that again. I’m not losing you.” Removing his fingers, he thrusts into you in one smooth motion, and you wrap your legs around him as he pounds into you, hard and fast.
- His kisses are not sweet, or loving. He’s gripping the roots of your hair, pulling your head back as he bites at your neck, lips moving to kiss you roughly.
- “Fuck, I’m so close.” He groans. “If you want to cum too you better do it now because after this you’re not allowed to cum for a week.”
Rafael
- Like Sonny, Rafael doesn’t have the heart to be truly mad at you most of the time you disagree or do something to annoy one another. Any anger he feels stems from insecurity, and usually he’s very self-aware, able to rationalize to himself why he really doesn’t need to be angry.
- But there’s no rationalizing to be done when he sees you standing closely, far too closely, next to a Queens ADA who was consulted on a Manhattan narcotic case.
- His hand on the small of your back, he’s looking down at you as you brush your hair behind your shoulder, flashing him a sweet smile.
- Rafael accepts the coffee you brought him coldly, speaking in short sentences and yes and no answers until you take the hint and leave him alone.
- That night, Rafael climbs into bed with you already in your loose shorts and oversized t shirt, pressing his erection against you.
- Upon hearing you moan in response, he lets out a low groan, shoving your shorts the side so he can rub the tip of his dangerously hard cock against your clit. After a few moments of teasing, he pulls away, tearing your clothes from your body leaving you naked underneath him
- His arms are shaking as he holds himself up, fucking you shallowly. He’s bitter and he won’t give you want you watch, which is him filling you up completely. Eventually, as he’s about to finish, he flips the two of you over so that you’re on top.
- His fingers are digging into your hips so tightly there’ll no doubt be tiny purple bruises there tomorrow. He lifts you off of him only to slam you back down, splitting you open, watching as your head falls back, breathy moans turning into loud curses and screams of his name. Rafael slaps your ass hard enough that he can feel the heat rising off the angry red handprint.
- “Whose name are you screaming, hm carniño?”
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