amirightcounsellor:

Sonny: 

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.” 

I am ODing on smut tonight. What a way to go.