Can we get sex between MC! sonny + reader during their fight

carisi-dreams:

+Tell us about sex with mc!sonny and reader while they were fighting. I’m imagining the reader was impersonal on a certain level. Thanks for your writings!

❤ in the limbo between here [home | decision making | Emily ] and here [drunk driving | part 2]

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When you let yourself back into the house you were surprised to see Sonny sitting on the couch alone. It was the middle of the day on one of your off days so you had been running errands, but you fully expected him to be at work or at the club house. He half rose and gestured towards the bags you were carrying, but you waved him away as you dropped them to the floor. You hung up your keys carefully on the hook of the holder Sonny had created in his free time, letting your fingers trace over the woodwork carefully before turning back to face him.

He looked tired and slightly hung over which surprised you, but no matter how many times you had offered the bedroom to you he had waved you away. The last time you’d suggested you two swap beds he’d gotten so angry that he had stormed out of the house and you hadn’t seen him until the next day after your work shift. After that you had let the discussion drop. Now you glanced between the bags and the kitchen before taking a tentative step in his direction. He looked inquisitive, but remained still and silent as he watched you walk closer to him.

“Surprised to see you home,” you said quietly as your eyes traced his face. The slight frown he’d been wearing for days deepened slightly before he dropped your gaze and looked away.

“Called out of work. Told them I’d make up the hours this weekend. Needed a moment,” Sonny muttered.

You bit the inside of your cheek and debated sinking into his lap like you wanted. You remembered one time joking about not needing more than one chair in the house because you sat in his lap so much. It seemed like ages ago and even though you two still had work to do, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss his touch.

When you pulled your shirt over your head and let it drop to the floor Sonny looked back at you in concern before raising his eyebrows slightly. You smiled faintly and undid your shorts before letting them fall to the floor as well. Veronica had texted you earlier in the day that Emily was still at work, but that she’d been crying. It brought you a bright spot of pleasure to know that he had nipped their flirtation in the bud and you were dying to feel like he was yours again. He’d always been yours, truthfully, but it felt different to know that he had confronted the source of the problem.

“This doesn’t change anything,” you warned Sonny as you unfastened your bra and let it drop to the floor. “I still need time. I still feel…hurt. Really, hurt,” you admitted in a low voice as you slowly straddled his lap. Sonny made a wounded noise and you saw him swallow hard as his hands came up to hover near your hips, not quite touching you yet.

“But I really fucking miss feeling you inside me. Haven’t gone this long since I was in college,” you muttered and Sonny let out a dry chuckle as his hands hesitantly made contact.

You fumbled with his belt and he lifted his hips so that you could push his jeans down enough to pull him out. He was half hard and growing harder the long your hand was on him.

“Going to make you feel good, doll,” he rasped as he leaned forward to nose at your neck. He dipped in for a kiss and you turned so he caught your cheek instead.

“I know you will. You always do,” you replied as you ignored the wounded look on his face before he dipped down to kiss your shoulder. “No kissing. Not like…this. I’m just not—”

“Okay,” Sonny interrupted easily in a rough voice. “This okay?” he asked as he pressed another kiss to your shoulder. It made you feel mixed emotions and you wanted to say no, but didn’t have it in you. He always felt so good and you missed him too much to deny you both.

“Yeah,” you answered roughly after a beat as you lifted up on your knees to line up with his cock. “That’s…fine.”

He gently knocked your hand aside and steadied you with the other hand on your hip before urging you to sink down on him. Sonny groaned deeply in the back of his throat and held your hips in a firm grip once you were fully seated, not allowing you to move. He was breathing heavy and had his eyes squeezed shut and you allowed yourself to drink in his face. Even when he was exhausted and stressed he looked good and you tightened involuntarily around him which elicited another strained groan.

“You keep that up and this will be over in an embarrassingly quick amount of time,” he warned around a pant. You smiled to yourself and leaned forward to kiss his neck where it was bared to you.

“Yes, sir. I’ll let you drive,” you teased quietly and his eyes blinked back open and met yours as he slowly urged you up before sinking back onto him. You broke his eye contact after awhile after it became too intense and buried your face in his neck as you let guide your hips while the two of you chased your pleasure.