It’s past midnight and Sanchez is sitting in his bed with his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it slowly. He has his eyes closed and he’s thinking about the last time you were together. You were face down on his mattress, ass up, hands tied behind your back with his court tie. He’d spanked you until your skin was red, glowing hot under his palm, until your wetness shone in the light from the lamp, dripping down your thighs because you were desperate for his dick, begging for it.
Fuck, you beg so pretty.
His cock is throbbing with need, aching and knows jerking off isn’t going to cut it, not when he could be inside that sweet pussy of yours, or fucking your mouth.
He reaches for his phone, his thumb scrolling through his contacts until he finds your number. You pick up on the second ring and the sound of your voice makes his cock leak, a bead of precum smearing across the tip as he pumps it again.
“Get over here.” He says into the receiver, thrusting into his hand. “You need to be punished.”
Your work life would be perfect if you could just get rid of the new sergeant whose mission is to make Hondo quit. But you’re playing with fire when you get him to leave, and you’re going to be burned.
Warnings: coerced blowjobs, oral sex (m receiving), cock warming, degradation, bondage, threats of humiliation, threats of exposure, potential revenge porn, cum play, orgasm denial, edging, sir kink, semi-cnc, coercion, talk of anal, fingering, size kink, nipple play, spanking, face slapping, impact, and I think that’s it? Mostly? This is just dark and horny and I’m not sorry.
“Why won’t you take the job?”
Your temporary team leader turned and faced you, but you didn’t cower under his gaze.
“I don’t think that’s any of your business. I’m in swat, that’s it. The sooner you learn the better.”
“What will make you take it.” Sanchez stopped at that, looking you up and down. “This team isn’t as effective with you in charge. I don’t want to risk anyone getting hurt. So what makes you decide to leave swat?”
It was silent between the two of you for a moment, the locker room mostly dark. Everyone else had gone home so you knew you could corner the man who’d put your friends at risk. But instead of speaking, Sanchez pushed you against Deacon’s locker, raising your chin with two fingers to look up at him.
“Get on your pretty little knees for me and I’ll consider it.”
It was a dangerous proposition, but if it got rid of him…what was one blowjob? You sank to your knees, staring up at him with your bottom lip pouting slightly.
“I’ll give you something to pout about. Open wide, your ass has looked too good in tac pants for me to think about much else except this.”
You opened and looked up, tongue slipping out of your mouth and your eyes darting underneath lashes. It was only seconds, but felt like minutes when Sanchez undid his belt and opened his trousers, pushing briefs down slightly to reveal an already hard cock. You knew what was coming before it even happened as he fisted your hair and pulled you to him, your nose pushed against his pubic bone and tongue lapping his balls as he began to fuck your throat. It started slowly but sped up, the gurgle as his length choked you slowly making him smile. You kept staring up through watering eyes as much as you could, but eventually you had to close them and just let him use you.
“Such a good toy for me, aren’t you?” You nodded, able to breathe freely for the first time in minutes as thick drool slicked down your chin to your tits. “I’m going to cum down that pretty throat of yours, and if you don’t swallow everything you’ll regret it, understand?”
You didn’t respond fast enough, a smack to your cheek the encouragement you needed to confirm.
“Everything, I’ll take it all. Please let me make you cum.” It was desperate and degrading but you were invested now, your underwear soaked as he fucked your throat yet again, needing him to cum. Finally he thrust deeply, holding you against him as you could feel his cock twitching down your throat. You were careful to suck as he let you go, taking a moment before opening your eyes again and looking up.
“I’ll take the job.”
And for the next few weeks it was silent. Hondo took back lead of 20 squad, and your team worked like a well oiled machine. Outside of work your life was its usual mess, you lived for your job. It was home and work, occasionally going for dinner with your other single coworkers and watching how Street and Chris thought they’d hidden their flirting from everyone else. Idiots.
It was at one of those dinners, splitting a side of edamame with Chris, your phone buzzed with a text. You swiped it open, an unsaved number sending you a photo and it took everything you had for your jaw not to drop as you opened it.
It was you on your knees for Sanchez, his cock down your throat as your eyes were closed. It was clear it was mid blowjob, the red mark on your cheek from where he’d slapped you visible. Below the photo was an address.
912 South Catalina, one hour.
Your heart picked up slightly and your cheeks flushed as you tapped out a response, studiously ignoring your friends.
What if I don’t show up?
Then this photo and the accompanying video gets sent to everyone you know. 58 minutes.
You put the phone down and finished eating quickly, getting your stuff together. Luca stared at you as you pulled cash from your wallet, holding your wrist loosely.
“Everything ok?” He asked and you smiled, forcing it to seem natural.
“Yeah, fine. I forgot I’m meeting someone, that’s all. See you tomorrow?”
They all nodded, hugging you goodbye and waving as you left. Everything in your body was telling you that his threat was a bluff, that he wouldn’t share anything. That Sanchez didn’t have a video of you on your knees for him. It was a lie. Just another lie.
But you couldn’t risk it, so you parked your car and got out, locking it before standing in front of the door and knocking twice.
It was almost thirty seconds before he answered, but he did. It was blue jeans and a light flannel shirt on, the shirt open to reveal his sculpted muscles. He was barefoot, taller than you even with it.
“I didn’t know if you’d turn up.”
“I didn’t think I would.” It was too honest for this game you were playing but he let you in and closed the door. As you heard the lock click into place and watched the door chain slide into place. There was no turning back.
“Strip.” You stared until Sanchez stalked to you, gripping your wrist tightly enough to hurt but just loosely enough that it wouldn’t bruise. “I won’t tell you a second time. Do what you’re told, like a good toy.”
He let go and you took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as you I did the belt on your jean shorts, undoing the button and zipper and sliding them down your legs to step out of them. You toed off your sneakers, taking your socks off and putting them into the shoes to keep them safe. After that it was your tank top, slipping your arms out before pulling it over your head and adding it to the pile.
“Everything.”
You knew it was coming but it didn’t make it easier, undoing your bra clasp and dropping it straight to the floor, feeling his eyes on your tits. The last thing was your underwear, joining the pile of clothing and leaving you standing in front of him fully naked and waiting.
“Three rules when you’re here. Number one, you speak when you’re spoken to. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” It was little more than a whisper, and a slap to your tits made you react.
“Louder. I need to hear it.”
“Yes I understand.”
Sanchez was happy with that, staring at you.
“Number two, if you want me to stop something, say red. You won’t be punished for wanting to stop. Understood?”
“Yes.” This time was clearer, looking at him as he pinched a nipple in response.
“And number three. Sluts don’t stand or walk in this house except entering or leaving. On your hands and knees. Now.”
You dropped to them obediently, waiting for his next move. It was clear he hadn’t expected you to agree to everything, but his hand grabbed your hair and began to tug to make you move.
“I’ll have to get you a leash, make it easier to move you where we need.” You tried to ignore the rush of wetness from his words as he pulled you to a back room, but you knew it would be noticed. Sanchez put you face down on a bed, your legs spread and rope holding your knees and ankles open for him to inspect you.
You couldn’t see what was happening, and he didn’t touch you for a few moments until the lightest brush against your outer lips, fingers meeting your wetness. It was gentle for a moment before a finger entered you roughly, fucking you for a few seconds before a second joined it in your cunt, scissoring and stretching.
“You’re so fucking wet. You wanted this before, didn’t you? Wanted me to fuck this tight cunt of yours.” You didn’t answer, focusing on the bursts of pleasure every time he hit your gspot.
“Stupid cunt.” It was a slap to your clit that made you gasp, the pain mixing with pleasure and your hips moving without you even meaning it.
“Please. Please I need more.” The rules didn’t matter, it just felt so good and you wanted him to keep going, making you feel so good.
“Only if you’re good for me.” He moved onto the bed, his crotch nestled into your face. “You’re going to suck and show me just how much you want to be fucked, understood? If you’re a very good toy for me, I might let you cum. But every one of your orgasms are mine, and if you even think of rubbing one out without me I’ll know. Understand?”
You nodded desperately, and his jeans were opened to reveal his half hard cock, need in you building again. You opened your mouth and he slid in, bottoming out in your throat and holding your head in his lap.
“Such a good cocksucker for me. Maybe I’ll just have you warm my cock whenever I want it. On your hands and knees with my cock in your cunt or ass, or sitting on my lap and filling you. Or maybe just like this, the smell of your sex filling the room. Would you like that? Like every one of your holes filled up? I bet you would, you pathetic bitch.”
The words were humiliating and you hated yourself for it, hated that the words went straight to your clit and made you want it to be true. His hand reached under, cupping a tit before pinching your already peaking nipples.
“You like that, don’t you? Tell me.” It was a desperate attempt not to nod, to focus on breathing slowly out your nose, but his fingers pinched your nostrils closed and he asked again.
“You want to be my three holed toy, don’t you? Imagine if your team could see you now, begging to get fucked without any knowledge of an orgasm or not.”
You nodded in desperation, tears streaming down your face as you gagged and choked, but finally he pulled out and slapped your cheeks with his spit coated cock.
“Such a good toy. Maybe next time we’ll get that ass nice and open, put a plug in so I can use it whenever and however I want. But right now I want to see just how tight your cunt is. If you have an orgasm you’re going to regret it. I’ll paddle that ass of yours until you can barely sit.”
You nodded, a final smack to your face before he stood and moved behind you. You’d expected him to prepare you, to finger you to make sure you were ready. Instead he slid straight in, stretching you around his cock and making you feel impossibly full. You wanted him to pause, to take time and let you adjust to the feeling but he began to fuck into you immediately, pulling your hips down for more access. It was harsh, deep thrusts that hit off your cervix and made you keen in pain and pleasure as he moved. There was no accounting for what you wanted, the way you needed him to rub your clit and you knew if you asked you’d be punished for speaking without permission so you just let yourself feel the lust and desperation.
“So fucking tight for me, this is what you needed isn’t it? Needed me to show you just what you wanted, isn’t that right?” He wasn’t asking for answers and you pushed back against him, desperate for more until he gave one final thrust and pushed into you, his chest falling against your back as you felt him finish in you, marking you as the toy he’d called you earlier.
“I should have checked you’re on birth control” was the first thing he said and you huffed a laugh, too filled with the need for an orgasm to speak much.
“I’ve an IUD. You’re good.”
It was quiet until he untied you, massaging where the rope had laid against your skin. Once he was happy with one leg he moved to the other, finishing there. Then he went back to your cunt, pushing the cum that was leaking out into you and brushing gently off your clit to make you squeal before making you lick his fingers clean.
“Knees, now.” You followed him the way you came, dressing as much as you could on your hands and knees until he let you stand, the mixture of your juices dripping down your thigh. Your underwear was allowed but he kept your bra despite your protests.
“You’re never allowed wear one here. I’ll give you panties, but a bra is forbidden unless I say it. When you get home I want you to send me a photo of the mess in those panties, and then gag yourself with them and edge. Twice. If you don’t then it’s going to be even longer when you cum. Understood?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” Sanchez put a hand on your tit, rubbing your nipple until it was hard and he could twist it harshly, making you cry out with pain.
“I don’t know! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I don’t know!”
“Yes, Sir. I’m still your superior, aren’t I?”
“Yes, Sir.” You hated the words dripping from your mouth, self loathing in every part of it. But he was happy with it, making you look at him before you left.
“Don’t forget the photos, slut. Be back here in two days, and we’re going to see what that ass of yours can take so far. If I send you a message unless you’re on a raid I expect a response within five minutes. Otherwise I’m going to tell everyone you’re my whore. Is that clear?”
“Yes Sir.” It was less loathing this time, slightly desperate. While you didn’t think he’d actually share anything with anyone you couldn’t be sure, and the risk was too much. Plus you could always say red, right.
“Get home safe.” He unlocked the door and let you leave, a harsh smack to your ass the final goodbye he left as you made it to the car and pulled away.
Part of you was convinced you wouldn’t send the photos, but when you arrived home the first thing you did was strip and send a photo of the mess that your underwear had become. You sent it quickly without a caption, but the response made your cunt clench.
Good slut. Now a voice note so I can hear how you sound when you edge like a good cunt for me.
It’s a game you play while you’re in work, working Sanchez up, seeing how many of his buttons you could push before he gets to breaking point. It always starts with a light brush, the rustle of your clothing against his as you ‘accidently’ slip past him in a doorway. It amps up from there, your hand resting on his lower back for the briefest of moments, your t-shirt tucked just a little bit tighter. He watches you like a predator when you loosen your ponytail, letting your hair fall across your shoulders. His dark eyes burn into yours as you shake it loose because you know how much he loves to run his hands through it.
When you suggest practicing your grapples, you see the way his jaw clenches. He practically shoves Street out of the way, telling you, you need a man with a little more experience, someone who won’t take it easy on you. Sanchez is a wily fuck but you’re a scrappy bitch, it makes for a good workout.
It turns into foreplay within minutes, the two of you in this proximity, grinding, thrusting, forced up against each other, you aren’t ashamed to say it turns you on. You can tell it turns him on to from the way he hisses in your ear as his cock presses against your ass.
“You wanna give it to me that bad huh?” You murmur as his forearm tightens around your throat.
“Sweetheart, you have no idea…”
You knock the wind right out of him with an elbow to the solar plexus.
“You’re getting old baby.” You tease as his grasp on you slips. “Slowing down.”
It’s like a red rag to a bull.
You find yourself flat on your back, the oxygen rushing out of your lungs as you stare up at the ceiling. Sanchez hand fastens on your wrists, pinning them above your head before he grips your jaw so that he can look into your eyes. His hips rut against yours and you can feel his dick, hard and ready pressing against your core.
“You’re gonna pay for that.” He tells you, his hand slipping down to your throat, fingertips squeezing just a little. You moan like a whore and his lips twitch up into the sinful smile as you arch up against him.
“Sweetheart.” He murmurs, his lips brushing over yours. “I’m going absolutely to ruin you.”
Firstly thank you so much for prompting for Sanchez, I adore writing him and I don’t get enough of a chance.
It’s at the LAPD charity auction that Sanchez realises just how out of his league you really are. He comes to these things to get a little facetime with the brass, you do it because you actually give a shit about the charity that’s being supported. It unnerves him how freely you give, not just your money, but your time as well. He doesn’t understand how someone so selfless can be with someone so selfish. He thinks you’ll wake up one morning and realise you’ve made a terrible mistake, that you’ll pack your shit and leave.
The thought of that terrifies him more than he’ll never admit. He’s gone all in on this thing with you, despite what he tells you.
As far as you’re aware, it’s just a casual thing between colleagues but Sanchez, he’s falling in love. He’s thinking about you in the shower, making sure you’re fed before he sends you out to work. The other night he picked you up at the community centre because it was in a shitty neighbourhood and he’d heard you were having car trouble.
Those aren’t the actions of a man, whose simply fucking a woman. They’re proof of just how much he cares.
It’s near the end of the night he manages to get a little one on one time with you. He discreetly wraps his arm around your waist as you drift past the pillar he’s leaning against, drawing you to him. It’s sheltered here, shadowed, nobody would even know you were here as long as you keep quiet. He’s got a couple of ideas of what you could be doing with that mouth instead.
“You drive me crazy, you know that?” He whispers against your skin as his fingertips delve underneath your dress. “Absolutely fucking crazy.”
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Heyy I love ur writing could u pls to 8. “Love her even though I'm not supposed to” with Rodrigo Sanchez. Thanks
Firstly THANK YOU so much for this ask. I love writing for Sanchez but he never gets any asks.
Sanchez never intended to fall in love with you. After what happened with his ex-Bridie, he’d closed himself off because he never wanted to feel that agony again. That woman had eviscerated him, not once but twice.
It’s the first time he hears his name roll of your lips that sometime begins to thaw. Until then it’s been about fucking, taking the edge off, burning off some adrenaline but the moment you say it everything changes. Instead of taking off after the act, he lets you stay and before he knows it, you’re a fixture in his life, one that he can’t live without.
When you get the shit kicked out of you by a perp, he stays up with you as you stare into the fireplace, watching the flames dance up the chimney breast. You look so lost in that moment and it kills him. He uses his fingertips to tilt your chin up so that he can look into your eyes. His thumb chases over the bruising that mars your face and it’s a stark reminder of just how close he came to losing you today.
“I love you.” He whispers, his forehead coming to rest upon yours. “It scared the shit out of me today, thinking you might not know that.”
“You were all I could think about.” You tell him as he brushes away the tear that leaks down your cheek. “I love you too Rodrigo, please don’t ever doubt that.”
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It had started like a wildfire in Rodrigo’s chest. Every time he saw you with another man, every time they graced you with a hand on the shoulder, lingered in your proximity. He watched your reactions closely, your smile, the way you spoke…
They were clues as he tried to gauge your interest in the men around you.
He didn’t know when that had started, he thought maybe around the same time you’d started calling him by his first name, at the bar, in bed. This arrangement the two of you had, it was no strings attached, casual. A way to blow off steam at the end of a shift. He made it clear you weren’t exclusive; he could fuck anyone he wanted and so could you. However, the truth is since the two of you started this thing, he hadn’t so much as looked at another woman.
He tries to quit you, get some distance but it doesn’t help. He’s like an addict, craving his next fix. The worst part is he yearns for the little things. Your floral scent on his pillowcases, the way your face lights up with you smile, the featherlight touch of your fingertips as you trail over each and everyone of his scars. When you laugh, it’s with your entire body, just hearing that sound makes the edges of his mouth tip up. It’s involuntary, a compulsion.
You’re an eventuality he didn’t plan for, a variable he couldn’t have predicted. When he’s with you the tempered mask he wears slips. You disarm him, drawing out thoughts and feelings he has never expected. Sometimes it feels like too much, that he’s giving up piece of himself, revealing parts that no one gets to see. He calls you sweetheart, a term of endearment he has never used for anyone. The word slipped out from his mouth one night when he was fucking you and now, he can’t help but think of you in that manner.
When you catch a bullet during a raid, all bets are off. The fucking air rushes out of his chest and it feels like he’s the one that can’t breathe. When he sees you go down, he almost loses his shit. He thinks of all the things he didn’t say, all the moments the two of you hadn’t had, the ones that kept him up at night. He thinks of the time you have had together, and he realises that it isn’t good enough. He wants more, he yearns for it. He wants messy hair and smeared make up, shared coffees on the veranda reading the paper and late mornings amongst his sheets fucking so much you never leave his bed. In short, he wants you.
He's an asshole, he knows that. He doesn’t deserve your love, your affection but when he’s with you he finally feels like he’s in the right place at the right time. You are the only person who has seen his vulnerabilities, who he trusts to let his guard down.
