You and Sonny are taking a drive to his parent’s house in Staten Island for dinner. Traffic is horrendous but all it does is give you more time to admire Sonny in his dark jeans and light grey henley, hair gelled back and wearing your favorite cologne. As the two of you are stopped on the bridge, you reach over, palming him through his jeans causing Sonny to grip onto the steering wheel tighter, jaw clenching as he stares a hole into the car in front of you. “What’s the matter baby?” you coo, “all worked up and no where to go?” Sonny is hard, straining against his jeans and by the time the two of you reach his parent’s house, Sonny drives around the block and stops in an almost empty church parking lot. He reaches over to unbuckle your seatbelt, pulling you onto his lap and hiking up your sundress. “Why don’t you finish what you started, doll?”
Rafael:
It’s no secret that Rafael adores seeing you in lingerie. Whether its lacy and romantic or strappy and leather Rafael spares no expense because really, it’s just as much a gift for him as it is for you. So when you enter the dressing room with a handful of options in tow, Rafael stares slacked jawed as you twirl around in the front of the paneled mirror. “Test run?” He asks weakly, gulping when you straddle his lap, grinding onto his very obvious erection. Rafael pulls your panties to the side, entering you smoothly and covering your mouth with his hand, sushing you gently as you moan against him when he thrusts into you hard and fast. Rafael blushes as he hands over the items to the suspicious cashier afterwards. “We’ll take all of them.”
Nick:
Nick and you are riding the elevator back up to your apartment after a heated discussion in which he lost his temper after one of your coworkers had his hand on the small of your back, standing much too closely for Nick’s liking. You were angry that he didn’t trust you, to which he replied he did trust you, he just didn’t trust other guys and why couldn’t you see that. The argument ended in a tense silence until Nick pressed the emergency stop button, causing the elevator to come to a halt. “I’m sorry. You’re right, you’re absolutely right. I do trust you but god it just drives me crazy when anyone else gets to touch you.” Nick cups your cheek, kissing you deeply, running his tongue along your bottom lip. You can’t help the moan that escapes, causing Nick to smile and reach a hand down to rub you expertly through your jeans. “We probably have a few minutes, princesa.” he laughs, sinking to his knees and licking his lips. “Forgive me?”
Peter:
You and Peter are on vacation in the islands, relaxing late at night in your resort’s hot tub. Most of the people have left for the night, retreating back to their rooms but something about the warm air blowing through your hair as Peter caresses your leg under the steamy, bubbling water leaves you breathless. “What’re you thinking about, beautiful?” Peter asks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You.” you breathe, climbing onto his lap and kissing him sweetly. Peter runs his hand up your back, pausing at the clasp of your bikini top and you nod, shivering as he undoes the tie, letting your top fall into the water. It’s no secret what the two of you are doing, Peter buries his head into your shoulder as you grind your hips into his, and your moans are soft and quiet, only for the two of you to hear.
Mike:
Mike watches as you take a sip from your beer bottle, admiring the way your lips wrap around the glass. It doesn’t help that you throw him a wink as you swallow. Mike downs the rest of his old fashioned, reaching to grip the back of your neck. Leaning in close, he presses a kiss underneath your ear and whispers for you too meet him in the bathroom. Locking the door behind him, you unbuckle his pants, staring as they drop around his ankles and he blushes furiously. Mike cries out when you slip him into your mouth, one hand fisting your hair and the other holding onto the the sink for dear life. “Jesus, you’re good at this.”
Sonny lifted his head from between your shaking legs, groaning as he smiled and licked his lips. “You’re killin’ me here, doll” he said horsely, quickly giving you a kiss so you could taste yourself on his lips before pressing kisses back down to your dripping center, one hand firmly holding you in place as he continued to carefully worship your body.
Rafael stared at you with wide green eyes as you rode him quickly, hips stuttering as your nails scratched angry red lines down his chest. “Rafi I’m-” you breathed, moans ragged and needy. “I’m gonna cum.” Rafael fucked up into you harder, watching as you came all over his thick cock, coating his legs in your wetness. “Oh, god.” he grunted, reaching to circle your clit with his fingers. “Gonna make me cum too, cariño.”
Mike laughed softly as he watched you soak the satin bedsheets, unrelenting as he held the purple vibrator against your clit, turning the dial to the highest setting.”That’s it, baby girl. So pretty. Think you can do that again for me?”
Peter lifted your legs, throwing them with ease over his shoulders and pumping into you rhythmically. “You make me feel so good sweetheart, want to do the same for you.” He breathed shakily, hips meeting your own. Peter reached between the two of you to thumb your clit, sucking your hardened nipple into his mouth and singing your praises. it wasn’t long before you were crying out his name, cumming around him as he smiled. “Shh, good girl.”
Nick.
Nick roughly pumped his fingers in and out of you until you were a shaking, writhing mess underneath him. “Fuck” he moaned, pulling his fingers out and sucking them into his mouth, giving you a smirk. Nick bent over to kiss your neck, sucking bruises into the soft skin. “You drive me crazy.”
Sonny is my fave, but I’d happily do all of them. 😘
“wait. i didn’t mean that. please, come back.” For Nicky boy? Maybe angsty but w a happy ending?
You and Nick had been unpacking boxes for what felt like
forever. You had just chosen a perfect place—a three bed, two bath house with
enough room for you, Nick, and his kids. You were so excited for this next step
with him. You had been together for almost three years, so it was about damn
time.
The kids were with their moms for the week, so you had time
to set everything up. You were currently painting Zara’s room a pretty shade of
lavender while Nick hung up some photos in the living room.
“Y/N,” you hear. “Can you come here please?” You set the
paintbrush down on the plastic that was protecting the carpet and went to meet
your boyfriend in the living room.
“Yes, babe?”
“What’s this?” he asks, holding up an old polaroid.
“Nicky, you know my eyes are bad,” you say, walking closer
to him to grab the photo from his hands. You hold it slightly away from your
face, squinting, before realizing it was a picture of you and your ex-boyfriend
kissing.
“Oh wow. I wonder how that got in there.” You didn’t think
much about it. Nick knew you had a life before him. He wasn’t your first.
“Why am I looking at a picture of you with your tongue down
some guys throat?”
“I don’t know. I guess I just never threw it away,” you shrugged
it off.
“I don’t want something like this in my home, Y/N. Do you
know how this makes me look?”
“Excuse me? How this makes you look? Last time I checked, Nick, you are far from being my
first relationship.”
“Yeah obviously. Next, I bet I’ll find a picture of you two
fucking.” You looked him in disgust. You couldn’t believe he was throwing that
in your face right now. That picture was from your sophomore year of college
for Christ’s sake. You started to walk away when his hand grabbed your forearm.
“Wait, I didn’t mean that. Please come back.” You shook his
arm off and continued to walk away from him and straight into your now shared
bedroom before slamming the door shut. You were so mad at him for insinuating
such a thing. He had two kids from two different women and you never once threw
that in his face. We all have pasts. A simple picture of you and your ex kissing
was not a big deal in your eyes.
Some time had passed, and you figured he had calmed down. A slight
tap on the door verified that.
“Baby?” he said, cracking the door open.
“What Nick? Hear to make me feel worse?” He sighed and
walked towards the bed, taking a seat beside you.
“I’m sorry, hermosa. I just—I guess I just got jealous. I
really am sorry.”
You looked up at his big, brown, saddened eyes. You believed
he was truly sorry.
“Nick, I’m here because I love you. Not him, not anyone else. You. You can’t get mad at the past I
had before you, because that’s just it—the past.”
“You’re right. Please don’t leave me.”
“Leave you? Why would I want to do that? I love you, Nicky.
That’s never going to change.”
“You promise?” your heart dropped at the man in sitting beside
you. He was far more damaged than he let on and all you wanted to do was show
him what real love was.
“Of course, baby. In fact…” you pause, moving your lips
right next to his ear. “I think I wanna show you just how much I love you,” you
whisper. A small moan slipped through his lips.
When it is just two of them, it’s usually because the third is unavailable (out/working/not in the mood) but there’s never exclusion. Sonny makes up for lost time with the both of you
piggybacking on this interesting ask: does nick feel jealous when he finds out you & sonny have had sex while he was unavailable? or vice versa?
You swear as your leg bumps into the table in Sonny’s living room for probably the six hundredth time. No matter how many times, you always seem to bang your shin into the edge of it.
“You alright, doll?” Sonny asks, looking up with concern.
“You see these bruises?” You tank up the legs of your sweatpants to reveal the mottled blue spots. “They’re all from that goddamn table! It’s out to get me.”
He settles his hands around the back of your thighs to pull you closer to him and kiss your hip. “I’ll get rid of it first thing in the morning. And if you want, I’ll give you some other bruises…”
“Please,” You say, threading your fingers through his hair and holding his head against your lower stomach until he starts pulling down your pants.
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