You gripped the headboard tightly, trying not to squirm as Rafael hovered above you, trailing hot, open mouthed kisses down your neck before sucking a deep purple bruise into your collarbone.
“Quit teasing” you breathed, grinding your hips up into his causing a smirk to form on his lips.
Rafael reached your chest and you arched into his touch just as he cupped your breast, lightly pinching your nipple with a throaty laugh. “Oh, but I’m just getting started with you, cariño.”
You watched with hooded eyes as he lowered his head, taking your nipple into his mouth and tracing it with his tongue while expertly massaging the other. That, combined with the way he was moving his body against yours had you moaning between shaky sighs, rubbing your legs together for much needed friction.
“Fuck-I don’t want to cum without you inside me, please” you begged, far past caring about the desperation bleeding into your voice.
“Since you asked so nicely.”
Sitting up on his knees, Rafael pumped his cock in his hand, drinking in the sight of you biting your lip at his size. One, two, three times before Rafael captured your lips with his, slowly sinking inside you, causing the two of you to simultaneously moan at the new sensation.
“So tight. God, you feel amazing.” He groaned, letting himself thrust deeper. Crying out in response, your wrapped your legs around his waist, clawing at his back in an effort to bring him closer. He filled you up so perfectly you wondered why the hell you hadn’t done this before.
Pushing back against his chest, you flipped the two of you over so that you were now on top, able to grind down onto him as fast and deep as you’d like. Rafael, clearly taken aback but not so surprised as your forwardness, smiled as best as he could, but was cut off by you lifting yourself off of him. About to protest, you shook your head, leaning back and lowering yourself down, giving Rafael the most sinful view of you being split open on his cock.
Unable to keep a string of profanities from tumbling past your lips, you hoped Rafael’s walls were soundproof. As if he was able to tell what you were thinking, Rafael let his head fall back, fingers digging into your hips as he let out a long, animalistic groan.
“So close-I need. Fuck. Just fuck me, hard. Please. Need to feel you.”
Words to seemed to fail him and Rafael could only nod, furrowing his brow in concentration before snapping his hips forward and fucking up into you.
“That’s it, right there. Oh god.” You whined, trying to meet him thrust for thrust but your movements were becoming sloppy. Rafael’s once green eyes were completely taken over by his pupils, boring into yours as if willing you to cum by gaze alone.
Shaking, you reached for one of Rafael’s arms and trailed it up your body, stopping when he reached your neck and gingerly guiding him to wrap his fingers around your throat.
Staring back, you leaned forward to bite Rafael’s bottom lip, who -if you didn’t know any better – growled in response.
“Choke me.”
Seeming to be all the permission he needed, Rafael slipped out of you and guided you onto your knees, pulling you backwards so that your back was flush with his chest.
“Fuck yes.”
One hand gripped your throat and squeezed while the other found your clit, rubbing tantalizing circles in sync with Rafael’s long, deep thrusts.
It didn’t take long for you to finish, wetness dripping down your thighs all the while Rafael pounded into you from behind. Somehow, he seemed to know everything you needed during each and every moment.
Long, deep moans filled the room as Rafael’s grip faltered and he pulled out, causing you to whimper at the emptiness.
“Turn around. Want to see you.”
You did as he asked, turning around but maintaining your kneeling position.
Rafael bit his now swollen lip, pumping himself into his hand a few more times and moaning, letting his release coat your chest.
Coming down from his high, Rafael stared at you and watched in amusement as you fidgeted under his gaze.
“You’re breathtaking, you know. Wish I could take a picture of you like this.” He admitted, and you wondered if he meant it or if his orgasm brought out a sweeter side to Rafael that most others didn’t see.
“Oh, you mean naked and covered in your cum? Maybe next time. I like the idea of you straining to remember.”
Shaking his head, Rafael smirked and leaned in for a kiss, humming against you.
Early morning light was starting to filter through the window of your bedroom. Mike’s arms were still wrapped tightly around you, his breathing slow and steady. You chanced a kiss to his hand and arm.
You felt Mike stir, “Good mornin’ love”, he mumbled softly in your ear. He nuzzled your hair. “I love Saturdays.”
Grinning, you returned the greeting, “Good morning.” You turned in his arms so you were facing him. Starting at his forehead you sprinkled soft kisses down to the tip of his nose, to his jaw, then lips, neck…
“Hmmm…careful there, might start something we can’t finish.” He rolled you onto your back, causing you to giggle.
“Then get to work, Mr. Dodds.” His mouth moved to your neck, placing suckling, wet kisses. Traveling to the dip between your neck and arm, to your collarbone. “Hmmm…tha-”
The door swung open, Isaac and Cora came barreling their way in and jumping on the bed. “Can we have pancakes?” Isaac inquired.
“Told you.” Mike said with a chuckle. He grabbed Isaac and tickled him, causing him to giggle.“Pancakes? Pancakes? Okay, but only if I get… kisses.” Mike pointed a finger to his cheek.
The kids each kiss a cheek, Cora’s slobbery, Isaac’s less so. “Now dadddy?”
“Go to the kitchen. I’ll be there in a couple minutes. I need to talk to mommy.” He smirked at you. The kids scampered to the kitchen. He turned his attention back to you. “We have about five minutes.”
Mike jumped on the bed and tickled you, “Michael, st-” laughing “stop”, you could barely breath.
“Give me a kiss.” He stopped tickling you and pouted his lips out. You gave him a quick peck on the lips, “pancake time!” He grabbed your hand, kissed it and pulled you down the hall.
“What are you—I can’t go anywhere right now,” Sonny insisted, not budging as Nick finished putting on his shoes and gestured for Sonny to stand up.
“You don’t have a choice. You’re the boss. We need to go take care of this. You can finish this conversation later,” Nick replied and the expression on his face was all business. Sonny’s hands had dropped from your face and one of them was braced on your legs protectively as he continued staring up at Nick.
+Really hoping for some sort of resolution with mc! Sonny and reader b soon! It’s been so long and I’m so anxious for the next part 💓 love everything from that Au so far!
++Realllly can’t wait for the next part of the mc! sonny x emily x reader b storyline! Sometimes i have a feeling of what the character is gonna do but i honestly have no clues what coming next for them! You’ve got me so hooked!
+++can’t wait for the next part of the whole emily altercation mc! Storyline!
You let yourself into the house wearily after a long shift. You knew it had felt particularly tough because you hadn’t had a proper night’s rest. You were looking forward to having the next few days off and as you shut the door softly behind you and keyed on the alarm you sagged a little, happy to at least be in a familiar place. It didn’t feel quite like home, not right now, but it was better than Nick’s old lady’s apartment. A noise from the living room drew your attention and you startled and flicked on the light the same time as you reached into your bag for the gun you knew was there. Before you could draw it out you realized it was just Sonny and you let out a sigh of relief as you kicked off your shoes.
“Scared the shit out of me,” you groused.
“Sorry. Wanted to make sure you got home okay,” Sonny apologized with a regretful expression and you glanced over at him before fixing your gaze down the hall.
“I’ll be fine once my heart rate comes back down,” you muttered before heading into the kitchen to grab something to drink. Sonny was sitting in the same position when you exited the kitchen with drink in hand and you gave him a curious look.
“Okay. Well…I’m headed to bed,” you announced stiffly and Sonny rose to his feet at that. He walked towards you and you took a step back which made him pause. He wrung his hands a little before reaching up to rub the back of his neck.
“I changed the sheets,” Sonny blurted out and you frowned a little. “I put the ones on that you really like—your favorites? I also picked up food in case you’re hungry. Wasn’t sure if you would want breakfast or dinner so I got both. I can warm them up for you while you shower if you want. I won’t—I know you don’t want to talk so I won’t—we have the morning, but—” Sonny rambled on nervously. You shifted, growing more uncomfortable the longer he talked before you finally had to cut him off.
“I’m sleeping in the guest room,” you cut in bluntly. Sonny’s mouth closed with a click and his expression went from shock to hurt to disappointment to resignation in a matter of moments. “And…the food and the sheets—it all sounds nice, Sonny, really. I just want to go to sleep, though. It’s been a long couple of days,” you said in a somewhat apologetic tone with a small shrug of a shoulder. Sonny nodded and clasped his hands together before waving away your explanation.
“Yes, right. I—of course. I didn’t mean to—” he tried to say.
“It’s a nice gesture,” you interrupted in a softer voice with a small smile. “I’m just…tired.” Sonny nodded again.
“Yes, of course. I’ll let you get to…you should take the bed, though. I won’t—well, you should take our bed. You need the rest. I’ll take the guest room,” Sonny replied and you bit your lip, opening your mouth to refuse before he continued. “Please,” he said in a small voice and you closed your mouth. “Let me—just. Please.” It was your turn to nod and you gave him another small smile.
“Alright. Thank you for putting on my favorite sheets,” you said again and Sonny gave you a faint smile.
You started past him to head down the hall and he went to grab you, an automatic gesture anytime you were in arm’s distance of him. This time you shrank away and he cut himself off abruptly, dropping his arm to his side and stepping back to give you space. Space wasn’t even in your vocabularies and you knew it had to be killing him to not touch you. Even when you two fought you were still up under each other, normally. This was different, though, and the physical space between you was nothing compared to the yawning chasm you felt emotionally.
“If you need anything, just holler,” Sonny said in a subdued tone and you turned to give him an acknowledging look.
“Of course. Thank you. Night, Sonny,” you bid as you continued down the hall towards the bedroom.
So. At least she’s home, right?. I really hope these kids work things out. I’m not sure my heart can take anymore 😫
who wants some sweet summery fic? *raises hand* love yoooou ❤
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“You need to put some more sunscreen on your face, sunshine,” you reminded Sonny gently from where you were lounging on a towel next to him.
Sonny was rummaging through the picnic basket he had insisted on purchasing just for trips like this to the beach or park. He liked the nostalgia of an actual wooden basket and you smiled a little to yourself as you watched his hand triumphantly emerge with a snack.
“Come over here and make me,” he teased and you rolled your eyes from behind your sunglasses as you set your magazine aside. Propping yourself up on your elbow you gave him an appreciative once over, thankful for the dark lenses that hid part of your expression.
“Make you? If you want to get sunburned that’s on you. But don’t think I’m going to rub you in aloe and be sympathetic later,” you warned sternly, biting back your smile. Sonny made a face at you and took out a slice of watermelon from the container in his lap with a satisfied grin.
“You don’t love me anymore?” he asked with a puppy dog expression. “This what a couple years of marriage does to us? You don’t even care if I get sunburn and if I’m in pain?” You laughed at his forced pathetic expression, a clear bid to get you to sit up and crawl closer to him. Knowing Sonny he was probably angling for you to smear on his sunscreen yourself.
“Aww, poor baby,” you teased before leaning up and stretching to press a kiss to his slightly pink nose. “Making you put sunscreen on yourself. I’m so tough on you, huh?” you asked in an amused expression and Sonny pursed his lips and nodded slowly before taking another bite of watermelon.
You opened your mouth for a bite and he easily obliged, angling the slice in your direction. You chewed and then kissed him on the lips and the watermelon made them cool to the touch.
“If I feed you watermelon will you lather on another coat of sunscreen for me?” he asked with big eyes and you laughed again and pressed another kiss to his mouth.
“Con artist,” you accused with another half smile. He smiled wide, knowing you were going to give in.
“Is it my fault that I can’t get enough of you hands on me? Is it? I’m just so in love with you,” Sonny flattered in a low voice and his eyes sparkled in humor.
“Sweet talker,” you said in the same accusatory tone before pressing another kiss to his lips and reaching for the sunscreen.
comes sometime before this and is a catalyst for this (but that’s after Nick founds out even more…) @space-carisi
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Nick cut his engine and dropped his feet to the ground as he looked up at the warehouse in front of him. He had brought only Razor along for this trip and they both exchanged a weighted look before propping up their motorcycles and walking towards the derelict building. It had the look most warehouses did from the outside, slightly menacing and rundown. Nick checked the address on the notebook he had found shoved in the back of a false cabinet in his mom’s bathroom in her house. Razor scuffed his boot clad foot against the ground before glancing at Nick out of the corner of his eye again.
“You ready for this?” Razor asked in a low voice as they rounded the building towards what they thought was an entrance. Nick tested the door and when it didn’t open he took a few steps back in preparation to kick it in.
“Don’t even know what I’m supposed to brace myself for,” Nick muttered, not making eye contact with Razor. “But it’s time we find out.” He leveled a strong kick along what looked like the weaker part of the door and it caved in easily, rusted hinges making a protesting but no match for blunt force.
They walked inside, blinking hard and pausing to let their eyes adjust to the near darkness. Razor fumbled for his phone and turned on the flashlight, aiming it at the floor before sweeping it around the warehouse at large.
There were fenced off sections to the right and there were sagging, thin mattresses in a couple of them. Scraps of clothing littered the floor and when Nick nudged one of the scraps he realized it was a pink dress, faded with time and dirty. He frowned and swallowed hard against the bile threatening to rise in the back of his throat. They stepped in a little further and as their eyes adjusted even more Nick’s heart sank. Razor’s face was screwed up in an angry grimace and he rattled the chain link wall that made up part of the cages.
“What the fuck, Nick,” he said more than asked in a low angry voice. It was rare to see him without a smile, but his anger was almost tangible in the space. “What…what are we looking at?” Nick cursed in Spanish under his breath.
“I can’t believe he…the notebook…the phone call…How could—why would Felipe do this? He had to have had help, this is…” Nick trailed off and his mind wouldn’t let him understand the truth of what was needed for an operation as large scale as this.
Who knows how often women were being held in cages here before being sold? The phone call from the truck driver looking for Felipe was a tip off that something may still be going on, although not in this warehouse. The room was covered in a layer of dust and clearly no one had been here for over a year, at least.
“What do you want to do, jefe? Confront Felipe?” Razor asked with a heavy sigh. Nick sagged a little under the weight of authority on his head. He was the one who ultimately had to make a decision and at the moment he had no idea what was the best choice.
“Let’s just…wait. We’ll watch Felipe closely, see if he’s still up to his same…” Nick trailed off again, unable to say the words.
“See if he’s still trafficking women?” Razor asked harshly and Nick’s face hardened as he rested his fist on his hips and wearily and nodded.
“If he is, he probably has help. If he’s still doing this we have to destroy the entire thing,” Nick said harshly and his hand sliced the air. “We just stop him and it’ll go on without him. Find someone else to fill his role. We’ve got to bring the entire thing to its knees. And we can’t let him know that we know until it’s destroyed.”
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