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[ccarisi]

can we please talk about how half of the letters are incorrectly capitalized

Sonny’s handwriting, I’m obsessed.

[ccarisi]

Pathetic loser Sonny has got me thinking. For your consideration: Finsub!Sonny 👀👀

CCARISI REDIRECTION SYSTEM! @goonbarisi 🥰

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oh my god i just wanna make it real clear that in the mbf!sonny short (long) i sent earlier the reader is 20+!!! i had a whole passage about how "you're over 20 years old, you dont know why your mom still treats you like a troubled teen" and some other stuff about being a grown person and not needing a babysitter and whatnot that i dont remember the exact wording of now but had to run an errand in the middle of writing the short (again, not really a short, sorry about that..) and when i came back i just. forgot i hadnt added that part already. and continued writing none the wiser to my silly little whoopsie. thank you for your time. have. a very nice day. :>>> 🏟️

omg you’re totally fine!! i figured as much tbh so don’t worry!! i know I haven’t posted it yet but GGGGOOODDDAAAMMNBBBBBBNNNN it was so fucking good. saving that for when I have the brain power to reply but fuck it was SO good. very happy to have you around here <33333

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Prejac Sonny X fem reader…they’re getting it on for the first time & he’s so overwhelmed with having a hot girl on his lap, your thighs bracketing his sides, that as soon as you start kissing down his sensitive neck his grip on the back of your shirt tightens, he whines out loud and shoots his load into his boxers. But you love what a sweet perfect darling he is, you’d never react scornfully, so you smooth a hand over his hair and tell him it’s okay, you still like him, and ask him how would he feel about returning the favour & making you come too?

fairytale

summary: you and sonny have been dating for a few months, everything is perfect except you haven't slept together. you can't help but wonder why sonny is avoiding it, until the night of your fourth month anniversary comes around.

warnings & tags: smut, established relationship, fem!reader, virginity loss (sonny is a virgin), fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), slight praise kink, honestly this is very sweet i think, no beta we die like mike dodds in here too, i might be missing something but i cant remember

n/a: thank you for this idea! i meant to make this shorter and i couldn't stop yapping so it has a little bit of backstory i guess. also this is how we start the batch of sonny fics to come :)

word count: 4.2k

dt: @ccarisi the mvp of sonny fics

Finding a sweet, handsome and thoughtful man felt impossible before Sonny came into your life. Men kept disappointing you date after date; assholes who didn't deserve second chances — that you still gave before knowing any better — and idiots with nothing else but sports and beers to talk about. 

They were good as a distraction, a way to have fun and enjoy yourself every once in a while. Some of them were entertaining, others incredibly dull. A few were worth it for their looks and some had you turning around leaving the restaurant before the date could start.

The whole routine of trying to get a slightly decent one over and over again got on your nerves, to the point it wasn’t even fun or worth it anymore. Decency was scarce and manners were nowhere to be found, why keep bothering with your ‘silly’ ideals? 

Maybe it was your own fault for watching too many romantic films and yearning for the impossible. In a sea of shattered illusions, you were a hopeless romantic whose standards could never be met. Prince charming with a shiny carriage and a beautiful white horse would not come your way, so you said fuck it and took your friend’s advice; adopt a cat and buy a good vibe.

The second certainly didn’t hurt. 

It kept you company most nights because you couldn’t be bothered to find someone out there worth your while and a good bottle of red wine got rid of any moments of sadness that came your way in favor of a good night of pleasure no one else but yourself knew how to provide.

For a while, it worked.

And then, right when you'd given up all hope, he appeared: a man with striking blue eyes and a sweet smile offered to pay for your drink in the middle of a smoothie shop near a police precinct you'd never paid attention to on your way to work.

Sonny.

His funky little accent took you by surprise, but when he smiled and those adorable dimples framed it, the sky opened up and angels sang. He tripped over a few words in his attempt to make conversation, and god, the brown tie was hideous, but an air of goodness and kindness charmed you into giving him your phone number without even being asked. 

After the first date ended, you knew it wouldn’t be long until the next and the next…and the next. The first three months of your relationship were nothing short of perfect: going to places you actually liked, stimulating conversations and home-cooked meals that blew your mind every single time. 

For a cop and a lawyer, Sonny was incredibly sweet. He listened to your stories — not just nodding and pretending to listen like so many others — and asked for more details, he made sure you felt important. He shared stuff about his family, work and didn’t shy away from affection in public. 

Sonny felt like a breath of fresh air, summer breeze on a hot day, a warm fuzzy blanket on a chilly afternoon. His presence ignited silly, butterfly inducing thoughts, goofy smiles and dreamy sighs. You loved spending time with him despite his crazy schedule, and if something held him up at work he always made sure you knew and he’d make up for it later. 

And for him? 

You were perfect.

Sonny was more than happy to call you his girlfriend instead of dancing around other terms, not wanting you to doubt what was happening between the two of you. He had to fight the urge to introduce you to his sisters, or the squad right away. Dating was hard enough, he didn’t want to ruin it when he’d finally found something truly good. 

You understood him better than anyone ever had, the connection between the two of you was undeniable. He smiled more — even Amanda had noticed and started asking questions he didn't know how to avoid, wanting to stay in paradise a little longer — and had an excuse to sneak out at lunch time to spend extra time with you. 

You were in a little bubble of happiness nothing could pop — well, there was only one little thing that worried you.

Your sex life. Better yet, the lack of it. 

Sonny avoided conversations about it, kept it to chaste kisses outside each other’s apartments and never spent the night. At first you thought nothing of it, figured he just wanted to be polite and wait until you were official. Then, after learning about his catholic upbringing, you added the whole saving himself for marriage thing to the mix. He could be a virgin, which would explain why he blushed bright red when you brought up ex-boyfriends and such. 

The longer it went on, things just got…weird. It made you wonder if something was truly wrong, was it you or your relationship or was he not as attracted to you as you were to him?

If he didn’t want anything sexual yet, that was fine, but the fact he wasn’t even willing to bring it up was concerning to say the least. Still, you gave him time and decided you’d make an effort to trust him, let Sonny decide when he was ready to finally bring it up. 

It finally happened the night of your fourth month anniversary.

Sonny took you to a wonderful Italian restaurant, in a baby blue shirt that highlighted the shade of his eyes and a tie that actually matched, and you shared a bottle of red wine over creamy carbonara. The night ended at the restaurant’s rooftop, where he gifted you a shiny necklace you’d been wanting for a few weeks.

As the sun set over the horizon, you kissed him, slow and romantic, murmuring how thankful and wonderful everything was against his lips. He kissed back with the same passion, holding onto your waist, making you lightheaded. It was perfect, all the things you spent nights wishing for finally happening with a man as good as Sonny. 

On the ride back to your apartment, Sonny placed a hand on your thigh, tentative at first, right where the hem of your dress ended. You weren't sure what it was — probably the wine — but a second later, Sonny's mouth was back on you, hand on your hair as he pulled you closer. 

If the driver was watching, you stopped caring the moment Sonny bit your lower lip to gain more access to your mouth. Shame over the little whimper that you let out went out the window as Sonny's hands skated upwards, daring more than he ever had in previous months. This was a chance you wouldn't waste, so you let Sonny devour you in the back of a cab, mouths clashing together hungrily.

When the car stopped, you whined in protest, breathless, excited and disappointed as the realization everything would be over sank in. Once again, Sonny would make sure you made it inside safely and then get back in the cab, leaving you to wonder if you’d done something wrong.

But not this time. 

Sonny paid and got out first, offering his hand to help you step out. Frowning, you followed, pulling down the rolled up part of your dress once outside. You fully expected him to say ‘wait for me’ or ‘give me a minute’ as usual, but Sonny just…let the driver go. 

Huh? 

“You’re staying?” You asked, holding his hand tighter as if you let go the dream would not be coming true. 

Sonny nodded, smiling as he started walking towards the building entrance, hand firmly clasped with yours. “I’m staying.”

Oh God. 

The door flung open behind you, somehow you’d managed to open it while kissing Sonny, unable to pull away from his mouth. Sadly, you had to but not for long. You let out a giggle as Sonny hastily locked the door and went right back to kissing you, his tongue invading your mouth, messy and needy in a way you’d never expected from him.

Sonny’s touch sent shivers down your spines, his hands were all over your body, sneaking under the dress to caress your thighs and head towards your ass. Finally, he shifted to cup your chest, thumb brushing over your hardened nipples, eliciting a louder moan out of you when he did it a second time.

Sonny smiled, curious as to how many reactions he could possibly get out of you before the night was over. Hearing those lovely moans come out of you was the shot of confidence he needed. He’d spent too long wondering what to do and how to do it, watching and reading the best ways to make you feel good.

He was a virgin — a fact that became an irony when he joined SVU — and way too embarrassed to bring it up to you. He knew he’d have to say something but the more time went on, it became harder and harder to admit it. He wasn’t even sure how he’d managed a date with you in the first place. 

When you appeared in front of him in that dress, he ran out of excuses to keep delaying what he dreamed every night of doing. He’d just have to put all of that together and hope for the best, and hopefully you wouldn’t notice his lack of experience right away. 

He was not scared.

No. 

He was absolutely fucking terrified.

You were definitely more experienced, hot, downright beautiful and he — he couldn’t disappoint you. 

Sonny held onto your waist as you stumbled towards the bedroom. Somehow you managed to coordinate well enough not to trip and fall until you reach the edge of the bed, not falling on the mattress yet.

You let out a soft gasp when Sonny’s lips went lower, down your neck and collarbone. He slid one strap off your shoulder as he planted kisses all over your shoulder, moving onto the other to slowly get rid of the fabric blocking the view of your body. Finally, it pooled at your feet and Sonny had to take two steps back to admire you. 

The way Sonny's eyes widened, red spreading down his neck as he checked you out made you feel seen in the best way. Sonny's soft gasp of reverence made you stand taller, stepping out of the dress and turning around to make sure he saw every part of you before taking a step forward — especially the matching set of lacy pink underwear you’d worn for the occasion, just in case. 

“God, doll, you’re…” Sonny’s hands went back to you, down your sides as he breathed in deeply. “You’re gorgeous, love.” 

You smiled and kissed him again, loving how his hold went tighter around your waist. You made quick work of his shirt, undoing every button as you kissed his jaw and lowered towards his chest as every inch of pale skin was revealed to you.

“Can’t wait to feel you in me. I’ve wanted you for so long…” You murmured, hot breath burning him deliciously. 

“Me too, doll, you’re everythin’ I need. You look lovely, all for me.” Sonny said, his voice lower, raspier. His fingers played with the hem of your underwear, wanting to unveil the most precious gift ever laid in front of him. You fiddled with his belt, hands slightly brushing over his bulge, making his hips buck against you. “Fuck—”

No actual words came out after that but his groan was fuel to the fire growing inside of you, to the wetness soiling your panties the longer you spent thinking how good it'd feel to finally have Sonny's cock stretching you open. 

Sonny pushed you on the bed once down to his boxers, eager to taste every part of you. But you had other ideas first. Instead of letting him stay on top of you, you rolled your bodies around and straddled him, your pussy right above his hard cock separated by two thin fabrics you should’ve gotten rid of already.

You look down at his baby blues swallowed by black, the way his lips were red and swollen from kissing you like his life depended on it. His hands shifted from your thighs to the bed, then back up, like he was unsure what to do. 

And that’d be right. 

Should he leave them on your legs or touch your nipples again or —? It was so fucking hot in the room, his cock leaked precum and he thought it’d be easier to know what to do if he was on top. In that position, you were almost entirely in control and while it felt wonderful to have your weight on top of him, it was also incredibly overwhelming. 

Sensing a little bit of his struggle, you suggested, “You can touch me, Sonny.”

He blinked up, swallowing thickly as he considered where. You made the decision for him, bringing one of his hands up to your chest, the other on your thigh. You rolled your hips, hoping the friction and pleasure sparked something in him and yeah, that definitely worked. 

His mind blacked out for a second, maybe several, but his hips met yours, looking to bring back the spark that went off just then. Jesus Christ. You leaned back down to kiss him, taking charge of how slow or how fast your lips moved against each other. 

Sonny groped your breast more firmly, struggling a little with the force until he found the right way to make it pleasurable instead of painful. You let out a whimper between kisses as Sonny's fingers rolled your nipples and even pulled, enough to make you gasp and grind your hips down. 

And God, it was big. You had hoped, certainly theorized, but feeling the confirmation right at your entrance, well, that was a new high. 

Sonny moved onto your other breast, repeating the motions with more confidence. His breathing was difficult to control, the tightness of his core way too familiar, the way your sounds traveled straight to his cock and shut down every thought in his brain had him struggling to keep himself in check. 

“Keep — Keep doing that, Sonny, that’s, uh, fuck.” You mumbled out, lifting yourself up to rub your clit right over his tip, making a mess of your underwear the more you kept grinding and holding onto his shoulders for balance. “Need you inside me, please.”  It came out almost breathless, but you couldn’t wait much longer to have him inside. “Please, please, please.”

And Sonny?

Well, he had a hard time coming to terms with the fact someone as divine as you wanted him, that he was minutes away from — no, no, no. Fuck. Sonny’s hips bucked upwards as he came, trying to contain his grunt from getting too loud and being too obvious. It felt too good to even try to stop it. Everything he’d planned flew out of the window, pleasure coursing through him in twenty-feet waves, washing and drowning him unexpectedly. 

There was no way you hadn’t noticed, though. You were right above him, feeling his cock pulsing and seeing his eyes roll back. It took you by surprise, but a lot of things started making sense at that moment. What might have been disappointing to others filled you with pride; you had made him come with nothing more than a few minutes of foreplay. The look of ecstasy on his face encouraged you to keep moving until Sonny hissed from overstimulation. 

Grinning, you slid up a little, settling over his belly as Sonny tried to bring his breaths back in order. Then, he opened his eyes, blinking once, twice, that’s when realization settled in. The red painting his features no longer came from arousal, wide eyes and tension spreading down his body, ready to bolt.

No. God no. That couldn’t be happening. 

That’s not what he wanted to happen, not at all, but the tips and tricks he’d searched to avoid it were nowhere to be found when it mattered. 

“I’m sorry, fuck, I’m so sorry, doll.” Sonny stammered out, praying God would send lightning and strike him off the face of the earth. It would’ve been more merciful than dying from shame. “I didn’t mean to do that. I’m so sorry.”

You shushed him, cupping his cheek with one hand and said sweetly, “No need to apologize.”

Sonny frowned. “But I —”

“It’s fine, Sonny.” 

The line between his eyebrows deepened, struggling to understand why you were leaving him alone and calling it a night. “Are you sure? I just…I just ruined this.”

“Who said it’s ruined?” You countered, making Sonny shut up as he thought. “See? It’s not over if we don’t want it to be over. Do you think there’s nothing else we can do?” 

“Well, I…” Sonny scratched his head, wiggling a little because the boxers had started sticking uncomfortably to his skin. He’d have to wash those soon. “I thought you’d be mad.” 

“Because you came too fast?” 

“Yeah.”

You snorted, brushing a tear that had rolled down Sonny’s cheek at some point away. “You were so excited you couldn’t wait to be inside of me and made a mess, why would I be mad about that? I think it’s adorable.” Sonny closed his eyes, your words going straight to a deeper part of him that he wasn’t even aware of, the part that wanted to please you badly. “Does it happen often?�� 

Sonny shook his head, letting go of his lower lip and finally looking back at you. “Not when I’m alone.”

“And with others?”

“It’s…it’s my first time.” 

You were his first? 

A part of you suspected, but getting that confirmation…it was precious. 

“You could’ve told me, you know?” 

“I know, I know,” Sonny mumbled. He sighed, realizing how stupid trying to hide it had been. “I was embarrassed. You’re…you. I thought you wouldn’t want me. I know it’s silly.” 

“I get it,” You smiled, softer, leaning down to plant a kiss on his lips, pushing his sweaty locks back. “But believe me, this isn’t a dealbreaker. I still like you, Sonny.” 

Sonny breathed again, truly got some air in his lungs after minutes of agony. To know you didn’t care about his little accident, that you still wanted him, it meant a lot. He reached up and kissed you again, slower and for longer, pouring his affection to you into it. You felt every ounce of it, responding back with the same passion, back in the bubble you two had created, now stronger than before.

Determined to keep going, Sonny broke the kiss and whispered, “How can I make it up to you?”

You knew exactly how, but pretended to consider just to feel him twitch underneath you. Then, you got rid of your bra, loving the dumbstruck look on Sonny's face at the reveal, cupping your own boobs and rolling your hips again to make him whine. 

“You can eat me out. How does that sound?” 

“Fuck, yes.” 

Sonny didn’t waste a moment, flipping you two around and getting rid of his boxers to be more comfortable. His lips found your neck and made his way down, making sure to leave tiny marks between your tits before stopping by your nipples. 

You buried your hands in his hair, not letting him move as his tongue circled your nipple, humming in delight. "That's it, just like that." Eagerly, Sonny moved onto the other, giving it the same treatment and looking up to make sure you were still enjoying it. 

For an inexperienced virgin, Sonny was doing just fine. Plus, your constant encouragement helped him to want to prove himself further. Without you having to tell him, he left your nipples glistening and moved down, kissing your navel until he finally reached where you needed him most.

That’s where his brain malfunctioned again, the smell of your arousal was intoxicating. Sonny looked up and you gave him a little nod of encouragement. His fingers fidgeted with the hem of your underwear, snapping the fabric against your hip playfully, once, then twice to hear a little squeal come out of you. 

After what felt like torture, Sonny finally slid the panties down your legs, throwing them somewhere on the floor and getting situated between your thighs. The sight of your glistening folds made him grind down, the friction of the mattress on his sensitive, half-hard cock drawing out a loud groan. If he moved just right he could —

“Nuh uh, you’re making it up to me, remember?” You said, getting comfortable up there while Sonny nodded, focusing back to the task at hand. “Good boy.” 

Sonny’s dick twitched, pink covering his cheeks again but he said nothing about it. He’d like it. You could tell. There was something in Sonny that seemed so ready to please, to make you happy first, it made sense a simple good boy would get him going and eager again.

Sonny hadn’t eaten someone out before, but he was determined to make it right. You were so wet, dripping just for him, all laid out for Sonny to feast. He was the luckiest man alive. He held onto one of your legs, then darted his tongue in a tentative first, long lick, from the top to the bottom.

Your response was immediate; a pleased hum as you threw your head back, silently begging him to keep going. Sonny put his mouth to work, parting your folds to taste more of you, knowing right then he’d be obsessed with your taste on his tongue for the rest of his life. 

Being a diligent student paid off; based on your sounds, the roll of your hips and how tightly you gripped the sheets, he was able to set a good rhythm. Your clit throbbed and your skin burned, goosebumps spreading all over your body because he was doing a wonderful job.

Sonny pulled back and you would’ve protested because he stopped, but he was looking up at you with eager puppy eyes and wet lips. 

“Good?” He asked, so eager for validation. How did you miss that? 

God, he was too adorable.

You reached down, running a hand through his hair and nodded. “You’re doing perfect, Sonny. Feel free to use your fingers, too.”

Sonny smiled, eyes sparkling from the praise. He kissed the inside of your thighs a few times then started licking again, hungry and eager to taste you for longer. Following your advice, he slipped one finger inside of your, slowly, gazing up at you to make sure it was okay. 

The sound of your moans filled the room and your legs trembled, threatening to close with him in the middle. If it weren’t for this other hand, you would’ve crushed his head. His chin was covered in spit and your juices at that point and he loved it. He focused on your clit then, pumping that finger in and out of you while his tongue kept working you closer to the edge. 

He might’ve been a virgin, but he wasn’t clueless.

Watching you get closer was wonderful, your breaths getting erratic, fingers pulling his hair and toes curling. Fully hard and enthralled by you, Sonny rutted against the mattress, working himself up too at the same time he added another finger and curled them inside of you. 

You couldn’t see him moving, but you were way past that. He was making you feel amazing, so if he came twice just from pleasing you? Nothing to complain about there, in fact, you couldn’t wait for it to happen.

Sonny’s mouth and fingers worked in tandem, achieving the perfect balance to bring you over. “God, fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop— Fuck!” You moaned, not caring one bit if you were being too loud now. 

Sonny knew one thing: don’t change anything. He’d read that advice over and over, so he kept the pressure exactly as it was, the speed, the position, everything, and looked up to witness the exact moment you lost your composure, your climax taking over.

Everything went blurry, sounds muffled as pleasure washed through you. It'd been too long since you'd had a powerful orgasm, the fact that it was Sonny made it better. Likewise, Sonny's hips only moved once or twice before he made a mess of your sheets, shooting his load for a second time from the privilege of eating you until your legs trembled and your sounds died down into tiny gasps. 

It took a minute, maybe more until you finally opened your eyes and smiled happily at Sonny. No, more like giggled from being over the moon. You were both satisfied, happy and more than ready to call it a night. A perfect night. What you’d done was more than enough, and you couldn’t wait for the next time. 

Sonny crawled up to you, sharing a drunken kiss where you could taste yourself on his lips. Butterflies went crazy in your stomach, just like the first time and you could feel something shifting — the still unspoken three little words —  in your relationship. You wouldn't say it, neither would he. At least not yet, but you both knew it was only a matter of time until the bond building between turned out to be a forever one.

Slowly, Sonny pulled back, planting one last kiss, tender and warm, on your forehead. “I’m glad I stayed.” 

You hummed, reaching for his hand to hold. “Me too. Tonight was…everything was perfect.” 

Sonny lifted your hand to plant a kiss on your knuckles, then added, “Shower?”

Good option, but you knew an even better way to tie the night up with a bow. 

“Mhm, warm bath.” 

Sonny chuckled, unable to deny you. “Whatever you want, doll.”

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[ccarisi]

the serial killer!sonny renaissance is upon us bc me and @carisisboy are basically going through the entire plot again from scratch 🤓

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You Wanted This, Needed This

18+ Minors DNI - 7.8K Warnings: dark romance, slow burn, smut, afab (she/her) reader, age gap (20s/40s), obsessive/possessive Sonny, voyeurism, religious kink (featuring Sonny's Catholic Guilt), corruption kink, disciplinary/daddy kink, gun mention, jealous/protective cop energy, emotional manipulation, unhealthy relationship dynamics, boundary violations, dub-con/non-con undertones, alcohol use, DUI implication, unprotected piv, creampie. a/n: here we are, Part 6! Thanks for sticking by me with this one... I sort of spiralled with this one. But as promised in the last part... this is basically all porn, no plot. Just a heads up/gentle reminder, this is my first time writing to publish publicly, let alone my first time writing smut, so please be kind...

also, also sorry for the length on this one... much like Dominick I didn't know how to stop....

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Sonny opened the door before she could even knock. Like he’d been waiting.

His eyes swept her face, pausing on the redness around her nose, the faint glassiness in her eyes. His jaw flexed.

“Sweetheart,” he said softly, stepping aside. “Get in here.”

She obeyed, why wouldn’t she?

Inside, the familiar warmth hit her; the faint smell of garlic and tomato, the low hum of Sinatra on his record player. She dropped her keys on his counter and folded her arms like they might hold her together.

He didn’t ask right away. He just let her stand there while he shut the door, locked it, and leaned against it, blocking the exit without making it obvious.

When she finally said it, her voice cracked.

“He never called me back.”

Something flickered in Sonny’s eyes. Not surprise. Not sympathy. Something darker.

“Good,” he said simply. “Now he won’t waste any more of your time.”

Her mouth trembled. “Sonny….” She whines softly, upset at how cold his statement felt

His gaze softened then, but only a little. He crossed the kitchen in three slow steps, taking her chin between his fingers and making her look at him.

“Hey, come on. It’s alright, I’m here now…” he sighs softly pulling her into his arms

“I’m just… tired of feeling like an idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot,” Sonny mumbles into her hair, and there was enough force behind it to make her eyes sting. “You just trusted the wrong man.”

Her voice was barely above a whisper. “I thought… I thought he was a good guy… I thought I was good at reading people…”

His hand slid to the back of her neck, warm and steady.

“You are. You read me just fine, don’t you?”

Something in her chest pulled tight.

She didn’t answer – not because she didn’t have one, but because every possible answer felt dangerous.

Sonny studied her for a long moment, his breath slow, deliberate. Then he guided her toward the couch, His palm rested at the base of her spine, firm enough to guide, sure enough to tell her she wasn’t walking anywhere but where he wanted her. Step by step, he steered her toward the couch, slow and unyielding, like the moment had already been decided.

He sat first; legs spread, posture commanding. He lifted his gaze to hers for only a second before curling two fingers in a silent summons. She stepped between his knees, and his hands came to her hips, turning her with easy precision until her back was to him.

Then he pulled.

She sank into his lap, her weight settling across him, and before she could draw breath, his arms were around her; one low at her waist, the other wrapping over her shoulder, locking her in. As he drew her tight against his chest, his head dipped, his lips brushing the soft edge of her temple in a kiss that was warm, deliberate, and inescapable.

Her head tilted just enough to lean into it. His hold didn’t slacken. She was enclosed now by his arms, his chest, the breadth of his thighs beneath her. The outside world ceased to exist.

And from the way he kept her there, it was clear it wouldn’t be allowed back in anytime soon

“Look at me,” he said, and she did.

“He never called, Sonny. Not once. I waited, I tried to convince myself he was busy, but… nothing. Two weeks, and nothing.”

Her voice wavered, but she pushed on.

“And… it’s not just him… I think–” she paused, glancing at him, “I think someone’s been in my apartment.”

That got him moving. He pulled her in closer, rubbing his hand gently along her outer thigh. “What do you mean?”

“My underwear’s missing. Just one pair, but… I know they were in the drawer. And things keep getting moved. My toothbrush was wet one morning a while back and I swear I didn’t use it. At least not since the night before.” She hugged her arms tighter. “I know it sounds crazy.”

He didn’t say it did. He just studied her, jaw tight, the muscle ticking there.

“What else?”

She hesitated, fingers rolling the tip of his collar, searching for comfort. “Fuck… the weirdest thing, other than my missing panties? My unfinished midterm turned up on my desk one morning with red marks all over it. Comments in the margins, corrections made, graded with some sort of benchmark grade if I submitted it the way it was.  No name on it. I don’t know who fixed it, but I applied the changes and got a much better grade.”

She shook her head. “I’m scared Sonny. Too much shit keeps happening, weird shit… not like plausible shit I can explain away. I want to get a dog. A big one. Like a German Shepherd, or something scary that’ll bark its head off if anyone tries to get in.”

Sonny’s expression shifted; not dismissive, but something sharper. “Sweetheart, big dogs aren’t meant for little apartments. They need space, training, work every day. You can’t just stick one in your living room and expect it to guard you.”

“I just thought–”

“You thought wrong,” he cut in, not unkindly but firm. “What you need isn’t a dog. What you need is someone who’s actually looking out for you. Not some Wall Street kid with a Porsche and a big mouth who disappears the second he gets bored.”

Her lips pressed together. “You didn’t like him from the start, did you?”

“No. I didn’t. I’ve seen a hundred of him, sweetheart. Same suit, same smirk, same game. You were lucky it was just ghosting.” His voice softened slightly. “Could’ve been worse, you could’ve ended up on the 6 o’clock news.”

She didn’t respond – because part of her knew he was right.

“I just… I’ve always wanted to be with someone who’s…” She hesitated, then kept going. “Gentle. But strong. Someone who listens. Takes care of me. Knows when to push and when to… just let me be. A man who opens doors, makes me feel safe. Not because he has to. Because he wants to.”

Her gaze drifted down to her hands. “Someone who knows what’s best for me. Someone who’d never let anything bad happen, because he’d see it coming before I did.” She paused, breath catching. “Someone who would burn the world to ash just to make me happy.”

Sonny didn’t move.

She swallowed, the words catching. “Someone–” She stopped abruptly, cheeks flushing, the air in the room shifting. “God… I’m literally describing you.”

Silence. Just his eyes on her, steady, unreadable.

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She looked away, embarrassed, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I didn’t mean…”

“You did,” he said, voice low. Not accusing. Not smug. Just knowing.

Sonny didn’t answer right away. Instead, he shifted, his big hands guiding her easily until she was perched sideways across his lap, knees drawn up, her cheek resting against the solid warmth of his chest. One arm held her there, steady, protective.

Her chest tightened, heat curling low in her stomach.

“You came here because you knew I’d take care of you,” he murmured. “Because you knew I’d make it better.”

Then his hand came up, fingers under her chin, tilting her face toward his until she was looking up into that deep, unreadable gaze.

“You think I wouldn’t burn the world down for you?” His voice was low, deliberate. “Sweetheart, I’d set every bridge in this city on fire if it meant you’d smile for me once.”

Her heart thudded so hard it hurt.

“Sonny–”

“Shh,” he said, and the sound of it went straight to her spine. His hand slid over her knee, slow, deliberate. “You’re not gonna think about him anymore. You’re gonna think about me.”

And then, before she could change her mind (or decide she didn’t want to) his mouth was on hers.

His mouth pressed harder against hers, angling her head with a hand at her jaw so she couldn’t turn away. The kiss deepened; slow at first, then hungrier, his tongue sweeping in like he meant to take every last bit of her hesitation and replace it with him.

Her breath hitched against his mouth, and he caught it, swallowing the sound as his other hand gripped her thigh, dragging her a little closer across his lap.

He pulled back just enough to speak, his voice low and rough against her lips.

“Tell me exactly what you want, sweetheart. Tell Sonny what you need.”

The command was soft, but it left no room to hide. His thumb traced along her chin, tilting her face back up to his until their eyes locked.

“Use your words,” he murmured, brushing his mouth against hers again, teasing the edge of another kiss. “I want to hear you say it.”

She swallowed hard, her lips still brushing his, her breath shaky in the small space he left between them.

“I– I don’t…” The words tangled in her throat, too raw to shape.

His hand at her jaw slid up into her hair, a slow, possessive tangle of fingers that tightened just enough to make her eyes close. His other hand stayed on her thigh, thumb stroking once in a way that made her hips shift.

“Not good enough,” he murmured, his tone low and threaded with heat. “You know what you want. Say it.”

Her nails curled into his forearm. “You,” she whispered, almost too quiet to hear.

A small, satisfied smile curved his mouth. “I’m gonna need a little more than that, sweetheart. What do you want from me?”

Then he kissed her again – harder this time, a press that left her no choice but to feel exactly how much he liked her answer.

“Tell me,” he pressed, his fingers curling just enough to make her knees part another inch. “Do you want my hands on you? My mouth? Do you want me to touch you until you can’t think straight… until you can’t even say my name?”

Her breath caught, and she shifted slightly in his lap, eyes darting away. “I… don’t know how to say it,” she murmured, voice so quiet it barely reached him.

“Yes, you do,” he said, his tone low but steady, like he was speaking to her bones. “You’re just shy.” His thumb traced small circles on the inside of her thigh, never rushing. “But I want to hear you say it anyway.”

Her lips parted, a tremor in her voice. “I… want all of it.”

His smile was slow, warm, but laced with something darker. “Good girl.”

His hands slid lower, gripping the curve of her ass firmly as he pulled her up against him. She gasped, instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist as he rose to his feet.

Her voice was breathless. “What are you doing?”

He started toward the hallway, his grip tightening just enough to keep her pressed exactly where he wanted her. “The first time I take care of you ain’t gonna be on my couch,” he said, his tone low, certain. “It’s going to be in my bed, where I can take my time… where I can worship you the way you deserve.”

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her chest rising against his as the words hit her deeper than she expected. She stayed silent, letting him carry her, each step drawing them closer to his bedroom.

He shouldered the door open without slowing, the darkened room swallowing them whole. The air in here felt different; warmer, quieter, more deliberate, she could feel it in the way his grip on her never wavered.

He crossed to the bed and lowered her onto it, not tossing, not dropping, but setting her down with a slow, controlled strength that kept her gaze locked on his. Her back met the mattress, but before she could even think of shifting away, he followed, bracing one knee between her thighs.

His hands stayed at her hips, thumbs pressing into the soft line where her waist curved into her pelvis. He leaned down until his mouth hovered just over hers, his breath warm, his voice deeper for the closeness.

“Now,” he murmured, his Staten Island drawl wrapping around the word, “you’re exactly where I want ya. Exactly where ya need to be…”

One hand slid up her side, fingers splayed, almost like he was feeling the shape of her under his palm. The other pressed gently at her hip, urging her legs open another inch, his eyes never leaving hers.

His thumb stroked the inside of her thigh, slow and deliberate, just skimming the edge of where she wanted him most. She squirmed, her breath coming faster, but his grip at her hip kept her exactly where he wanted her.

He dipped his head, lips brushing the shell of her ear as he spoke, his voice all gravel and heat. “You don’t need those little Wall Street boys anymore, baby,” he murmured, the words curling right into her spine. “Let me show ya how a real man takes care of what’s his.”

Her fingers clenched in the sheets, her chest rising against his as he pressed his palm higher, heat radiating from his touch. He didn’t rush, just kept that steady, unshakable pace; the kind of control that made it clear he wasn’t here to take – he was here to claim.

His hand slid higher, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her pants, the heat of her skin hitting him like a drug. She made a small sound, somewhere halfway between a gasp and a whimper, and his lips curved against her ear.

“Yeah… that’s it, baby,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “You’re already warm for me… bet if I slide my fingers in, I’ll find ya soakin’ fo’ me.”

Her thighs twitched, but his other hand held her still. He let his breath ghost over her neck, his mouth so close she could feel each word. “You’re gonna sit here and take everything I give you. My hands, my mouth… all of it. You’re not gonna hide from me, not tonight.”

His thumb traced the edge of her panties, slow enough to make her shiver. “I’m gonna have you beggin’ before I’ve even started. Hmm? Beggin’ me to go deeper, to go harder… beggin’ me not to stop.”

Her breath hitched again, and he smiled against her skin, his hand pressing just enough to make her hips lift in silent plea. “That’s my girl,” he said, letting his fingers finally slip beneath the lace of her panties.

His touch stilled there, just enough to let the heat coil tighter between them. He tilted his head so his lips brushed the curve of her ear, his voice a low, taunting rumble.

“What do you say, honey?” he murmured, dragging the words out like he already knew the answer he wanted. “Hmm? You gonna ask me nice… or do I gotta make you?”

Her lips parted, but no sound came out at first; just a soft, shaky breath against his cheek. He didn’t move, didn’t ease the pressure of his hand. He wanted to hear it.

Her eyes squeezed shut, the flush in her cheeks creeping down her neck. “P-please…” It was barely above a whisper, and he tipped his head, pretending he hadn’t heard.

“Open your eyes and look at me when ya say it, so I know you mean it, baby” he rasped, his fingers curling just enough to make her thighs tense.

Her voice trembled, but the words came. “Please… touch me.”

His grin was slow, dangerous. “That’s my good girl.”

His fingers then slid deeper beneath the lace, knuckles grazing soft, heated skin, parting her with a deliberate stroke that made her hips jolt. The sound she made was small, desperate; it only made him press closer, his mouth at her ear again.

“Yeah… that’s what I wanted,” he breathed. “You’re mine now, baby… and I’m not lettin’ you forget it.”

His fingers sank deeper, slow enough to make every inch of the stretch register. She gasped, nails curling into the muscle of his forearm, the heat in her core tightening around him. It wasn’t just the pressure – it was the way her body welcomed it, as if it had been waiting, remembering the sweet, familiar stretch.

“Mmm, yeah…” he breathed, letting his thumb trace lazy circles against her clit. “You feel that, princess? That’s me openin’ you up… nice and slow.”

She whimpered, her thighs twitching against his hips, but he kept them apart with the steady weight of his other hand.

He bent to her ear, his voice dropping into that low, possessive rasp. “You gonna be good fo’ Daddy?”

Her breath stuttered, chest rising fast against his. “Y-yes…” she managed, barely audible.

“Yes, what?” he said gruffly, abruptly stopping his movements.

“Y-yes, daddy…” she whimpers rolling her hips begging for him to start again.

His mouth curved into a satisfied grin against her skin. “Good girl.”

The next thrust of his fingers came with a subtle twist of his wrist, dragging across every tender spot until her back arched. “I’ve gotta warm you up first, baby,” he murmured, the words brushing heat over her neck. “Can’t just have you take me all at once… but you know this stretch, don’t you?”

She did – somehow. It bloomed in her like the echo of a dream she’d had before, hazy and molten, where he touched her the same way and she’d woken aching. Only now, she didn’t have to wake up.

His fingers kept that unhurried rhythm, pressing deep, curling just so, the heel of his palm grinding against her in a way that made her toes curl. Every time she squirmed, he held her still, pinning her hips to his with the solid weight of his body.

“That’s it… right there,” he muttered, breath hot at her ear. “I can feel how close you are, doll. Don’t run from it… take it for me.”

Her breath came in quick, shallow pulls, each one hitching when his thumb dragged across her again. Her thighs trembled, the tension in them spreading upward until it filled every nerve.

“You’re gettin’ so tight for me,” he said, curling his fingers a little deeper, dragging the sensation over every tender place inside her. “You gonna let Daddy have it? Hmm? Gonna let me feel you cum?”

She made a broken sound, half-moan, half-plea, and he smiled against her neck.

“That’s my good girl… stay right there… right on the edge. I wanna feel you fall apart for me. Nice and slow.”

He never sped up, never gave her that release she was begging for with her body; just kept her trembling, caught between desperation and surrender, every nerve tuned to his touch.

Her whole body was trembling now, every muscle wound tight around the feeling he’d built in her. Just when she thought she was about to shatter, his fingers slowed… then began to slide out of her, one knuckle at a time, dragging the sensation until she whimpered at the loss.

He didn’t rush. His hands gripped her thighs, steady and unyielding, spreading her open as he shifted down the bed. The heat of his breath hit her before his words did.

“I want you to fall apart on my face,” he said, voice low and edged with that Staten Island grit. “You got that?”

Her head tipped back, a desperate sound leaving her throat before she could stop it.

He smirked, giving her inner thigh a slow, possessive stroke with his thumb. “Say it, princess.”

“I–” she swallowed hard, breath shaky. “Yes, Daddy…I got it.”

“Good girl.” His grip tightened just enough to keep her still. “Now don’t you dare hold back.”

And then his mouth was on her.

The first drag of his tongue made her gasp, knees twitching, but his hands were already locked around her hips, holding her exactly where he wanted her. He pressed her down into the mattress, keeping her spread for him like she was something he was going to savour for hours.

She reached for him without thinking, fingers tangling in the short, greying hair at the back of his head. He groaned at the pull, the sound vibrating against her in a way that made her arch, but his grip only tightened.

“Easy,” he muttered against her, lips brushing her skin with every word. “You’re not goin’ anywhere.”

His tongue moved with infuriating precision; slow circles, the occasional teasing flick – each pass winding her tighter. She tried to grind against him, but his hold was iron, keeping her pinned so she could only take what he gave her.

The words started spilling out before she could stop them; “please…God…don’t stop…feels so–” but they came out broken, incoherent, the sound of someone losing their ability to think. He chuckled low, licking her again, and then sealing his mouth over her clit with a sudden, firm pull that made her cry out.

“Uh-huh. That's it...” he rasped between licks, voice gritty, making it sound like a command. “You stay right there. Let Daddy take care of ya.”

Her thighs trembled, her hips straining against his grip, but he kept her still, working her with unrelenting focus. The pressure built sharp and hot, every nerve in her body strung tight until she was babbling, begging, pulling at his hair like she could somehow drag the release closer.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he murmured, his tongue flicking faster now, relentless. “Good girl, honey. Give it to me. Right now.”

The words tipped her over; her body seized against his mouth, her voice breaking into breathless sounds as she came hard, every wave wracking her while he held her hips down through it, making sure she gave him all of it.

Only when she collapsed back into the mattress, shaking and whimpering, did he ease up, kissing the inside of her thigh before finally lifting his head. His mouth and chin glistened, his eyes dark with possession.

“That’s it…All mine,” he said simply, rubbing her hip with one large, steady hand.

She was still panting, chest rising and falling in uneven bursts, when he finally loosened his grip on her hips. Her fingers slipped from his hair, trembling, but he caught her thigh in his palm before she could close her legs.

“Mm-mm,” he murmured, voice low, rough, like silk over gravel. “You’re not done, sweetheart. I know you got more in the tank.”

Her eyes fluttered open, dazed, but his gaze stayed locked on hers – that steady, possessive look that left no room for doubt. “I’m not finished worshipin’ you,” he said, brushing a slow kiss along the inside of her knee. “We’re just gettin’ started.”

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He rose from between her thighs, towering over her as he straightened. Her eyes followed the movement, tracing the strong lines of his arms; veins raised along the forearms that had held her so easily, up to the broad plane of his chest, thick with muscle under a light dusting of grey-speckled hair. His shoulders were wide enough to block out the lamplight, tapering to a torso that was fit but not carved – a solid, powerful build softened in places by the kind of weight that came with living as well as being a former cop and an ADA allows.

The hem of his shirt came up in a slow pull, revealing ridged muscle under that chest hair, the flex of his softened abs as he moved. The shirt hit the floor, and he stood there for a beat, letting her look.

Her gaze dropped lower. The thick lines of his thighs strained against the fabric of his trousers, and there, pressing against the front, was the heavy, unmistakable outline of him – bigger than she’d expected, enough to make her lips part without thinking.

“It’s Daddy’s turn now, baby,” he said, fingers hooking into his belt. The leather slid free with a slow clink, then the zipper – each sound deliberate, a promise and a threat all at once.

He wasn’t rushing. He was giving her time to breathe, to recover, to realize that he was about to take her apart all over again. From the look in his eyes, she knew he wouldn’t stop until she had nothing left to give.

He stepped out of his suit trousers, the fine fabric sliding down his strong legs before he kicked them aside. The sharp crease of tailored wool gave way to the snug black boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination – clinging to the thick lines of his thighs and the heavy outline of his pulsing cock pressing against the front, begging to be set free.

He climbed onto the bed like he owned every inch of it, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of her hips. His hands braced at the headboard, caging her in without touching her, the weight of his presence filling the space between them.

Heat radiated off him, the scent of his cologne mingling with warm skin and something uniquely him. His chest hovered above hers, the speckled grey hair brushing lightly against her bare skin.

Then she felt it; thick, hot, and solid – pressing against her through that thin stretch of fabric. The size of him made her breath falter, thighs twitching involuntarily.

“You feel that? Hmmm?” His Staten Island drawl rumbled right in her ear, low and commanding. “That’s what you do to Daddy, baby… that’s all for you. But –” his hips rolled slow, dragging that heat against her – “ya gotta earn it.”

He stilled, holding her there, making her live in the ache of anticipation.

“C’mon, princess,” he murmured, his breath warm against the shell of her ear, the weight of his body sinking into hers until she could feel every inch of him. His forearm braced beside her head, muscles taut, while his free hand slid up the inside of her thigh in slow, deliberate inches. “You wanna earn it, yeah? Then tell me… tell me what you want from me.”

Her lips parted, but nothing came out. He gave a low, knowing chuckle, the sound vibrating in his chest against hers.

“I’ve given you my hands…” his thumb ghosted over her clit, teasing without giving, “…my mouth…” he pressed a fleeting kiss just below her jaw then to her collarbone, “…made you scream, watched you make a mess all over Daddy’s sheets.” He peppered his gentle kisses down her body; left breast, over the chest, right breast, back to centre, down her sternum, stomach, left hip, right hip, left inner thigh, right inner thigh.

She moaned softly “Daddy… please…” she’d never had a man take care of her this way before, never felt like she belonged to anyone so completely. 

Owned. Worshipped. Protected.

As he spoke, his hips shifted, the thick length of him pushing forward until it settled right against her heat, the thin cotton of his boxers doing nothing to hide the heaviness or size of him. The slow grind he gave her was deliberate, enough to make her gasp as her thighs tensed around him.

“Now,” his voice dropped lower, rougher, “you’re gonna tell Daddy exactly what you want him to do.”

She whimpered, her fingers curling into the sheets on either side of her head. Her chest rose and fell fast against his, the scent of his cologne mixing with the sharper, headier heat of his skin.

He tilted his hips just enough to drag the length of him against her slickness, slow and deliberate. “Don’t make me guess, sweetheart. You want me to fuck you? You want me to ruin you? Make you beg like a good little whore?”

Her breathing turned shallow, her hands curling in the sheets beside her.

“Use your words,” he pressed, his free hand slipping under the small of her back, keeping her pinned to him. “I’m right here. You’ve got me. All you gotta do is tell me.”

Her voice was barely a whisper, shaky but certain. “I… I want all of it.”

His grin spread slow, wolfish, his hips pressing into her once more so she could feel just what ‘all of it’ meant. “Good girl.”

Then his hand slid higher, hooking under the thin fabric between them, and the question of whether she’d earned it was no longer up for debate.

He didn’t blink, didn’t look anywhere but her eyes as his fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers. The fabric slid down his hips, slow enough to feel deliberate, like he wanted her to take in every inch of him before she got him.

Her gaze flicked lower, just for a second – enough for him to see the way her breath caught at the size of him, the way her thighs twitched together without meaning to.

“Don’t look away,” he said, voice low, the words edged with something that pinned her in place more than his hands ever could.

He moved in, one knee sinking into the mattress, his frame blocking everything but him. Strong arms, chest solid and warm, peppered with grey hair she wanted to run her tongue over, the heat of him rolling off in waves. His cock, hard and heavy, brushed against her bare heat now, the press of it making her dizzy.

“You feel that?” His voice was low, almost dangerous. “That’s what a real man feels like, baby … and I’m gonna make sure you remember exactly how it feels every time you close those pretty eyes.”

He gripped her hip, dragging her until she was flush against him, the thick head of him nestled right where she was wettest. His other hand slid up to cradle her jaw, tilting her head so she couldn’t look anywhere but into him.

“Gonna spread those pretty legs wider for me? Let Daddy ruin that little pussy till you’re a mess? Hm?” His thumb stroked her cheek, soft in contrast to the raw filth spilling from his mouth.

His stare locked with hers. “I’m gonna split you open slow… make you beg before I’ve even started. Gonna fuck you till you’re shaking, till you can’t say anything but my name.”

He licked up her neck, placing wet, sloppy kisses along her jaw. He leaned closer, his breath hot against her mouth, the weight of his stare like he was seeing straight through her. “Tell me how you want it. Say it. I wanna hear it. You want it deep? Slow? You want me to fuck you like you’re mine? You want me to make you forget every other boy who ever thought he knew what you needed?”

He dragged the head of his cock along her folds, the movement lazy, teasing, as his other hand tightened on her hip to keep her still. “Gonna make it so every time you sit down tomorrow, you’ll remember exactly who you belong to.”

He didn’t rush – didn’t need to. His weight pressed her down into the mattress, his stare locking her in place just as firmly as his hands. The slow drive of him inside wasn’t just physical; it was a claim, and they both knew it.

“Yeah…” he breathed, eyes burning into hers. “That’s it. That’s where ya belong, isn’t it, honey?”

Her lips parted but nothing came out, her breath stuttering.

“Wasting your time with those finance boys,” he went on, his voice low and certain, “lettin’ them think they could handle you. They couldn’t. You know why?” His hips pressed forward another deliberate inch, his hand gripping her thigh to hold her open. “Because they’re boys. And I’ve been here the whole damn time, waitin’ for you to figure it out.”

She trembled under him, nails catching at the sheets.

“That’s it, baby. Feel that?” His mouth was close to her ear now, the heat of his words sinking into her skin. “This is what you needed. What you’ve been starving for. You’re mine now…and I’m not lettin’ you forget it.”

The last few inches were a slow, merciless push until he was all the way in, his chest pressing to hers, his hand still holding her thigh in place.

He didn’t move. He just looked at her, letting her feel every ounce of him. “Say it,” he murmured. “Tell me who you belong to.”

She gasped when he pushed in, the stretch stealing the air from her lungs. He didn’t move; just stayed there, deep, his weight heavy on her, one hand cradling the back of her head while the other locked around her hip.

“Eyes on me,” he murmured. When she hesitated, his grip tightened just enough to make her obey. Her lashes lifted, and the second their gazes locked, her breathing turned shallow.

“You feel that?” His voice was low, rough, and unyielding. “That’s not somethin’ you ever got from those little boys you wasted your time on.”

Her lips parted, a shaky sound catching in her throat. “N-no…”

“That’s right,” he said, his stare never wavering. “They couldn’t put you where you belong. Right here. Under me. Full of me.”

Her eyes stayed on his like she was caught, trapped, in them. “Please…”

He leaned closer, pressing his mouth to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “Please what, baby? Please stop? Or please keep going?”

Her voice was barely more than a tremor. “Please… don’t stop.”

His mouth curved into a slow, knowing smile. “Knew you’d say that. You were mine before you even knew it. Walkin’ around like somethin’ was missing… I’ve been here the whole time, watchin’ you give yourself to boys who couldn’t handle you.”

He pulled back just enough to study her face, his eyes searching, holding her there. “You don’t need them anymore. You don’t need anyone but me.”

Her breath caught, her fingers curling into his arm like she needed something to hang on to.

“They’re over now,” he murmured, pulling out painfully slow, making sure she felt every inch leave her before he drove back in, deeper, forcing a soft cry from her lips. His gaze didn’t break, pinning her in place like his stare alone was holding her together.

“That’s it, princess… let it sink in. You’re not goin’ anywhere. Not after tonight. Not after I’ve shown you who you belong to.”

His hands slid lower, locking hard around her hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh there –claiming it, etching his fingerprints into her skin. The kind of grip that would leave bruises, a mark she’d find in the mirror later and remember exactly who put it there.

He started to move, slow but deliberate, every push in a deep, relentless drag. His fingers flexed against her hips with each thrust, holding her right where he wanted her, no wriggling away, no breaking that steely gaze.

“That’s it,” he murmured, voice almost a growl. “Stay with me, Y/N. Take it. Every inch.”

Her breathing broke into small, uneven sounds, her hands fisting in the sheets. She could feel him everywhere – inside her, over her, under her skin.

“You feel that, baby? That’s me workin’ you open, makin’ you mine for real.” His grip tightened again, rocking her back into him so she took him even deeper.

She whimpered, her voice catching. “God… you’re –”

“Say it,” he cut in, a sharp edge under the heat of his tone. “Say exactly what I’m doin’ to you.”

Her eyes fluttered shut, but he gave her hips a sharp squeeze that made her gasp them open again. “Look at me. I wanna watch you say it.”

Her lips trembled. “You’re so big… you’re ruining me….”

That earned her a dark, satisfied smile. “Good. That’s what I want. I want you right on that edge, beggin’ for it, not even rememberin’ your own name, just mine.”

His pace quickened, the sound of their bodies meeting growing louder, messier. Every thrust pushed her higher, and every time her breath hitched, his grip on her hips hardened like he could pull the release out of her by force.

“Don’t you dare look away, princess,” he said, his voice ragged but steady. “You’re gonna cum with my eyes on you, and you’re gonna know exactly who did it.”

His hands locked hard around her hips, thumbs digging into the soft dip just above the bone, holding her exactly where he wanted her. Each time he pulled her back onto him, it was deep enough to knock the breath from her lungs.

Measured, claiming thrusts that made it impossible for her to forget whose hands she was in. She knew she’d wear the bruises tomorrow like fingerprints burned into her skin.

Her head dropped forward, hair spilling across her flushed face as a cry tore out of her throat. “Sonny!”

The sound lit something in him, but not enough to let it slide. He leaned forward, his mouth right at her ear, his voice all grit and heat. “Sonny’s not who you’re beggin’ for right now, baby.”

She whimpered, but didn’t answer.

“You know what to call me.” His grip cinched tighter, the drag of him inside her slowing to a deep, deliberate roll that made her entire body tense. “You’ve been fightin’ it, but I’ve earned it. I want to hear it.”

She shook her head weakly, teeth catching on her lower lip, trying to hold the sound in – but her body betrayed her. The way she clenched around him, the way her thighs trembled against his, he could feel every ounce of her unravelling.

“Say it.” His voice dropped to a dangerous rumble, and he stilled completely inside her, making her writhe in frustration. “Say it, and I’ll give you exactly what you’ve been begging for since the second I touched you.”

She gasped, twisting under the weight of his hold. “Please –”

“That’s not the word.” His mouth brushed her ear, the edge of his teeth grazing her skin as he ground his hips into hers just enough to make her choke on a moan. “Say it.”

Her resistance cracked, the word spilling out of her desperate and hoarse. “Daddy…”

The low sound he made was almost a growl. “That’s my girl.”

His hips slammed forward, the rhythm turning brutal, each thrust shoving another breathless sound out of her until she was clinging to the sheets. “Now say it again,” he ordered, and when she obeyed; louder, messier – the satisfaction in his voice was pure, filthy triumph.

“Daddy!!!” she squeals, louder now, looking at his piercing gaze, beautiful blue eyes, now dark with lust.

His hands locked on her hips, hard enough that her skin would bear the shadow of his fingers later. Each slow pull of his grip dragged her exactly where he wanted her, no room for hesitation, no chance to get away from him. Her thighs trembled under the pressure; muscles caught between fighting the intensity and melting into it.

He leaned in, his chest firm against her back, his mouth grazing the shell her ear. His voice dropped to a rough whisper, every word threading straight into her nerves. “That’s it… don’t you run from me now… I’ve got you. You stay right here.”

She tried to breathe through it, but the rhythm he kept was relentless, and the heat was pooling faster than she could control. Her nails bit into his forearms, not to push him away, but to anchor herself. He didn’t loosen his grip; if anything, his fingers pressed deeper into her hips, keeping her still while her body betrayed her, hips twitching with every drag of him against her.

“You feel that?” he murmured, his words curling low, almost a growl. “That’s what you’ve been chasing without even knowing it. Not those soft-handed little boys… me. Always me.”

Her head tipped forward, her voice breaking on a sound she couldn’t swallow down. The tension in her belly wound tighter and tighter until her breathing came in frantic little bursts.

“That’s it, good girl,” he rasped, the praise thick with possession. “Right here. I want you to give Daddy all of it.”

Her body seized, every muscle tightening in one sharp, helpless rush before the waves hit, shaking her apart against him. She gasped his name, voice raw and cracked, but his hands never let her go. He held her steady, every shudder and convulsion caught in his grip, his mouth still moving against her ear, telling her in low, filthy tones exactly how she looked, how she felt, how she belonged to him.

And she gave it all to him; every sound, every twitch, until she was nothing but his breathing, his hands, and the burn of his voice.

He held her there, hips locked against hers, every movement a deliberate claim. Her body clenched around him, ragged breaths spilling into his shoulder, and he leaned in close – so close his stubble scraped her cheek.

“That’s it… take all of me.”

“You feel what you’re doin’ to me? Hm? Nothin’ else matters right now but this.”

“You’re mine now. Every sound you make? Mine. Every inch of you? Mine.”

“Gonna keep you right here until you can’t even remember your own name, only Daddy’s.”

She whimpers, her nails digging into his shoulders, and he only tightened his grip, pressing her down to meet every thrust.

“Say it,” he murmured, breath hot at her ear. “Say who you belong to.” His thrusts became brutal, hips slapping against hers at a feverish pace filling the bedroom with lewd, wet sounds.

Her lips trembled, her voice breaking as she gave him what he wanted, “You… Sonny… Daddy... Dominick! I belong to you!” and his chest rumbled with a low, satisfied sound. 

“Good girl,” he breathed. “Now hold on to me and let it go.”

Her release tore through her, back arching as she broke apart against him, and he followed, the final strokes slowing slightly but deepening, his hold on her unrelenting – he wasn’t just inside her, he was branding her, marking her, making sure she’d never forget who had her now.

“That’s it sweetheart, such a good girl f’me. Almost there baby, just a little more.” He kissed her, deeply, passionately, like he had waited a lifetime to finally be in her presence, like God himself had gifted him this beautiful angel, made and built just for him. Just for him to ruin.

“That’s it honey, takin’ it so well, aren’t you? Just like you’re made f’me…” he cups her jaw, not rough but possessive, like there is no room for disobedience “you look at me when I finish inside you. You take it like the good whore you are and you say thank you Daddy, you got that?”

He moves her head up and down, nodding it for her as she babbles, mind lost to desire long ago. 

“Atta girl baby,” he smirks as his hips slap against hers for the final time, it takes all he has not to collapse on top of her as his seed fills her fucked out hole, “There’s my good girl,” he huffs kissing her gently, rolling his hips pushing every last drop inside of her.

“What’d ya say baby?”

“Thank you, Daddy…” she mumbles, barely coherent enough to form a sentence.

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The room still hummed with the heat of them. She was draped across his bed like she’d been poured there; hair a tangle of silk over his pillow, thighs parted just enough to betray how undone she was, her skin flushed with the kind of warmth no sheet could hide. His scent was on her now. In her. Around her.

Sonny sat back on the mattress, chest still tight from the rhythm they’d shared, and just looked at her. Not quick glances; long, unblinking sweeps like a man cataloguing his prize. The way her ribs lifted and fell. The damp sheen along her collarbone. The faint mark on her hip where his hand had held her down. His release, slowly dripping out of her abused hole.

Such a good girl f’me. He smiles lazily. 

Without a word, he reached to the nightstand, sliding the drawer open. Pulling an old-school Polaroid camera out slowly, deliberately, his thumb running along its worn edge. Her eyes followed the movement, pupils still wide, voice barely a whisper. “…Sonny?”

He didn’t answer right away; just lifted the camera, one knee sinking deeper into the mattress as he adjusted his angle. “Stay just like that, baby. I wanna look at this pretty pussy forever.”

The soft click of the shutter split the silence, followed by the whir of the print sliding out. He held it for a second, letting the image ghost into view, and a slow, satisfied smirk pulled at his mouth.

Instead of setting it aside, he caught her chin in his free hand, tilting her face toward him. “Look.”

She blinked, lips parting, as he held the photo inches from her eyes. The image was still soft, colours blooming into shape – her sprawled across his bed, tangled in his sheets, skin flushed from the heat he created, body marked by him. Claimed.

“That’s mine now,” he said, his voice low but unshakable. He set the photo on the nightstand like it was something rare, irreplaceable. Then he leaned forward, bracing over her, eyes locked to hers. “Not just the picture. You.”

Dominick gently lays next to her pulling her close as she closes her eyes falling asleep on his chest. He pauses for a moment briefly closing his eyes;

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy gift.

Your will was done,

Your hand delivered her,

into my arms, into my bed,

as it was written in Heaven,

so it is here on earth.

Give me this night my answered prayer,

and let me keep her always.

Grant me her breath against my skin,

grant me her cries in my ear,

grant me her soul bound to mine.

Forgive her doubts,

as I will not forgive those who would touch her.

Forgive her trembling,

as I will not forgive the hands of boys that sought her first.

Forgive her innocence,

as I will not forgive a world that tried to starve me of her.

Lead her not away from me,

but bind her deeper in my arms.

Lead her not into temptation,

but let her worship only here.

Lead her not into silence,

but let every breath she spills be an offering.

For mine is her body, her will, her soul.

She kneels not at Your altar now,

but at mine.

She whispers not Your name in the dark,

but mine.

I am the prayer on her lips.

I am the God she serves.

For the kingdom, the power, and the glory is mine.

Now and Forever.

Amen.

[ccarisi]

So what if sonny was out on some case where some guy kidnapped a wholeee lotta people and as hes busting the guy he spots you, hidden away in the corner (younger than him obviously) as you look almost out of place in his eyes as he thought you were too perfect to be here awwwwe!......so he eventually ends up kidnapping you, praising you every step of the way! 🩷

This seems like such a "the world is magical rainbows and unicorns" typa thing but i lowk love saviour complex ultimate praiser sonny soo much and like he thinks hes helping but hes near smothering you but who are you to deny it right? Afterall he rescued you and nobody had GENUINELY cared about you before to put in the effort to keep you content and happy. Idk what im yapping about ive had 12 hours sleep and now im wide awake at 3 am..

I see your vision!!! You'd go along with it too because at least it's better than...what you were going through before. And he saved you, so it's not like you can say no to him, right? That would be rude. You don't wanna be rude. Going from one abusive environment to a second one, this one is just packaged all pretty so you don't notice it. It's not like you'd have anywhere to go, either. No family that they can locate for you and you've been gone so long you can't just go back into the real world. So Sonny's just doing you a favor, letting you stay with him until you're back on your feet. No one on the squad would know that he took you in either, they think you just went on your way or whatever. He'd be reaaaally protective, too. He knows all the bad stuff that's out there, and well so do you! You already went through bad stuff, you don't wanna risk it again, do you? Better listen to Sonny on that one and not leave.

[ccarisi]

favorite moot to talk about sonny with? and what’s the best thing you’ve said while talking about the icky man

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easily @carisisboy aka my best friend in the whole wide world :)))) man we get into some icky shit i won’t lie. i mean EVERY au ive ever done on here is bc of writing with him…. serial killer DUH, trucker sonny, mbf!sonny…. ALL OF THEM!!! he helps me with every fic and is a truly amazing wonderful person and i love him so much. anyways! hmmmmm best thing though…. i mean...i don't know how to highlight just one thing.... i really like when we do single dad sonny though cause its gross :) not to keep gushing on main but he really is the other half of my brain because no one Gets It like he gets it for me

[ccarisi]

I want stepdad!sonny to baby me😔 like yes spoon feed me pls daddy ☹️

Same. My fave aspect about stepdad!sonny is that it’s not just like… the sex and the kink. He’s gonna baby you in all aspects 24/7 :))) He would take suuuuuch good care of you too. Home cooked dinners and making sure you’re drinking water. Supporting you emotionally :( ugh he would fix me!!! You wouldn’t have to worry about a thing.

[ccarisi]

*so turned on im about to pass out* noooo get off me dad stooooop

[ccarisi]

finally coming off anon bc idc anymore (i’ve sent a lot of freaky ass asks including but not limited to sk!sonny eating you out on your period, sonny pissing inside you, mean step bro sonny, and worshipping sonny’s balls while he watches the game but i digress) bc i NEED to talk about rimming sonny

i unabashedly love rimming, it’s so hot

anyway, so you’re kneeling in front of sonny, maybe stepdad or dbf but some kind of icky yucky pervert sonny. you’re sucking his cock and he keeps pushing your head lower. you start licking and sucking at his balls but he pushes you lower again. you’re at his taint, nose buried against his sack, tongue flicking against his sensitive skin, lips kissing and sucking. you can taste all the sweat that’s collected there during the day and you can’t help but moan. but then he pushes you even further down.

you whine and try to fight against it but he’s so much stronger than you. you can’t help but end up with your face buried in his ass. he laughs while you squirm and cry, mocking you, calling you names.

“shh, stop fightin’. don’t be bad. you want daddy’s cock? well you gotta do what daddy says first. yeahhh, there you go. fuck, knew you were dirty. jus’ a nasty slut, makin’ out with daddy’s hole. how’s it taste, honey? aw, don’t be like that. i can see you squirmin’, i know you like it. you love it. disgustin’. gettin’ off on licking ya daddy here. who knew i had such a degenerate on my hands?”

he can see your hips moving, humping the air, even as you tell yourself you don’t like it. he just laughs more and tells you to hump his leg. go ahead. grind against his foot.

he doesn’t let you stop until you come like that, and then still doesn’t. makes you keep licking and kissing him there while he jerks himself off, his cum shooting all over the top of your face and your hair.

when he finally lets you pull away he just grins and tells you you’re gonna be doing that a lot more often.

OMG WAOW. you’re responsible for so many my GOLDEN asks your mind is truly a chefs kiss. let your freak flag fly!!!!!!

AND THIS???

This is so fucking HOT like. I got nothing bc you covered it ALL. Playing with his balls and then he pushes you down??? THE DEGRADATION ??? And it’s that sweet spot of humiliation but not cruel which is 10/10. makin’ out with daddy’s hole….. MY GODDDDDDDDDD. the taste and the musk ❤️❤️❤️ do you know what a masterpiece you just dropped in my inbox. GODDDBEHEUEBSJSJSK!!!!!!!!!! UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh my god.

[ccarisi]

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[ccarisi]

i Dont Play about that White Boy

[ccarisi]

trying your luck

summary: Sonny gives you the silent treatment after you bring up his wife.

warnings: age gap, mbf!sonny x adopted benson!reader, smut, uncle sonny used, unprotected piv, facial, office sex, adultery/secret relationship, anti-rollisi, thigh riding, cock warming, praise kink, mdni, 3.5k words

a/n: MBF!SONNY IS HERE! this is maybe a kinda… meaner? version of him than I usually imagine but it be what it be. this is an adopted mom olivia au where you were adopted back when sonny was a detective, reader is in their twenties in the present. I had this wip for months and absolutely hated it and it kinda felt like pulling teeth to write, so if you like it kind words are welcomed! appreciate you all more than you know 🫶

You pushed it too far this time. You swear you didn’t mean to upset him, you were just trying to be honest. He’s the one who’s always on your case about saying what's on your mind. It’s always better to just get on with it, spit it out kid. This time though? It was something he had you swear not to bother him about, and Sonny thought that was agreed upon.

In your defense, he should know that you promising something means nothing. How many times did you promise your homework was already done so you could visit him at the precinct when you were younger? Or that you promised your mom said it was okay to stay up late when he babysat you?

He knows your tells when you’re just itching to say something. Your brows scrunch up while you catch your bottom lip between your teeth, the occasional huff leaving your lips. How your eyes will dart between him and whatever you’ve managed to get your hands on to fidget with that time.

‘I just don’t understand why you haven’t broken up with her already.’

Sonny should have never told you to spit out whatever was bothering you, should’ve just let you keep it to yourself. Sure, listening to you huff and whine all day isn’t a walk in the park either. But it would have been better than having this conversation for the hundredth time.

Talking about Amanda is off limits, something he made very clear when you two started… whatever exactly this is. He’ll deal with it on his own time, it’s not like he can just uproot his whole life and tell the world he’s been screwing his old boss's kid, an NYPD captain at that. He knows how protective Liv is of you and he’d like to spare himself of her wrath if at all possible. He can only imagine what she’d have to say about you and ‘Uncle Sonny’ together.

You don’t see it that way, though. You love Sonny, and he loves you too, you think. That’s what he tells you at least. Why should Amanda get to wake up next to him every morning and not you? You hate having to hide your relationship, especially from your mom. Sonny tells you that she won’t understand, that she’s not ready to find out.

He makes you feel so small sometimes, like some dumb kid. She’s your mom, isn’t she? Wouldn’t you know how she would react? And most of all, wouldn’t she be happy that you’ve found someone who makes you happy? But no, Sonny knows best. Sonny knows more. You’re supposed to trust him; what he says goes and that’s that.

That’s how you ended up here, in what’s effectively a time out. You watch Sonny scribbling away at his notepad at his desk, probably working on his upcoming closing arguments or some other thing. ‘Not another word out of you, am I makin’ myself clear?’ He had told you.

You’re trying to be good, really, you are. But it’s just so hard when he’s right there. Close, but not close enough. Half of the reason you brought Amanda up in the first place is that you feel like you’ve been neglected lately. It’s hard enough to work around your mom’s schedule, but now hers too? So what if you’re being needy, maybe a little clingy. You have needs.

Needs that only he’s allowed to take care of for you. You’re not supposed to touch yourself on your own either, only Sonny’s allowed to touch you there. How is that fair when he spends all his time with someone else?

Sonny has to stop himself from shooting a glance in your direction. He knows what you look like right now anyways, thighs pressed together as your fingers dig into the arm of his leather couch. He could leave you like this for the rest of your afternoon together, never once acknowledging you while your bones ache for him.

Instead he pats his thigh, a signal you’re all too familiar with. You’re already in his lap before he can even blink. Your arms wrap around him as you bury your face into his neck, smiling as you inhale the scent of his cologne. He wants to see how much you can stand him ignoring you, if he gives you an inch are you gonna take a mile?

You’re not sure if you’re supposed to talk, unsure of why exactly he called you in his lap in the first place. “Are you still mad…?” you try, voice barely a whisper from how beaten down you already feel.

Nothing. Sonny looks over his case files like you’re not even there and your heart breaks from the realization you’re still in trouble. This is so much worse than being on the couch. You’re close enough to feel the body heat radiating off of him while still feeling so far.

“Sonny…?” you try again, hopeful that he has to give in eventually. You pull away from his neck to look at him to discover his eyes are anywhere but you. He writes in his notepad, shuffles through papers, even idly scrolls on his phone for a minute just to prove his point.

Your ache is only growing stronger by the second as you shift around in his lap. You bite your lip to stop yourself from sighing at the relief, nervous that if he realizes what you’re doing he’ll stop you.

The desperation and longing spread throughout your whole body as your hips slowly starting to grind against his leg. You need this so bad you can’t think about anything else but the relief you feel from the friction.

Your hips move faster when you realize he’s not stopping you, he would have by now if he was going to you think. Hiding your face in his neck, a small whimper leaves your lips as you think about how much better this would feel if he was touching you. How you’d feel if he was praising you, telling you what a good job you’re doing getting yourself off for him.

You can almost hear it, his sickly sweet voice in your ear whispering praise that you’re so good. So perfect. You don’t notice the tears filling your eyes as you so viscerally imagine it. Imagining his big warm hands digging into your hips as he controls the pace for you, never having to worry about a thing.

Instead it’s up to you, and the pace you rock your hips against him is almost frantic as you try to do it as good as he would. “Please…?” you beg one last time, the tears threatening to spill at any moment.

Oh and they do. You’re met with nothing but the shuffling of papers and his pen tapping against the desk and that does it. Your tears fall freely as you bury your face against his shoulder, pathetically grinding your core against his leg. The silence is killing you, what you wouldn’t give to hear his voice—

“Y’gettin’ my suit dirty.”

A sharp gasp leaves your lips when you finally hear his voice. You barely have time to process it before he sharply pulls you back by the hair, blue eyes staring back into yours.

“Y’makin’ a fuckin’ mess.”

You sniffle as your red puffy eyes meet his, bottom lip quivering as you try to pull yourself together. Why won’t he just look at you? “I—I know…” you whimper as your hips falter, hands shaking as they weakly hold onto his shoulder.

You can feel the mess between your thighs, arousal seeping through your flimsy shorts onto his thigh. There’s tears stains on the expensive fabric on his suit. “I’m s—“

“Sorry? How many times can ya say somethin’ before it loses meanin’?” Sonny chastises harshly before giving your hair a sharp tug again, his cock twitching at the way you gasp and wince in his grasp.

Fighting the urge to apologize again, your body slumps against his while the tears roll down your cheek. A broken whimper leaves your throat when you hear the scoff under his breath before his hands finally grip your waist tightly.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do, okay? I’m gonna give ya what ya want under my conditions.” He explains as he undoes his belt, that same belt you got him for his birthday one year. Sure, your mom had to front most of the cost but you were so excited to pick it out for him. It mattered that it came from you.

You hear the undoing of his zipper next before your eyes look down to find his cock hard and ready in front of you. “Are ya gonna be good?” He says lowly as a hand moves to your jaw, thumb swiping the swell of your bottom lip. The corners of his lips turn upwards when he sees your little obedient nod. How lucky he is to have someone like you. You’d be willing to eat out of his hand if he asked it of you.

Ridding you of your bottoms completely, Sonny sinks you down on his cock without a warning and your eyes flutter shut from being filled so completely. Your gasp is caught in your throat as you try to adjust to his size, feeling every ridge and inch of his cock buried inside you. He groans softly at the familiar feeling of your tight wet heat engulfing him as he settles you in his lap. You instinctively start to move your hips before two strong hands squeeze your hips, keeping you locked in place.

“I told ya, under my conditions.” Sonny warns you. “I want real apologies for how you were actin’ earlier, n’ you’re not movin’ an inch until I’m satisfied with ‘em. Got it?”

You swallow harshly. Riding his thigh was torture enough, but not being able to move when he’s already inside you? You’re already clenching around him, the temptation to roll your hips is too strong. Knowing that you’re already in enough trouble as it is, you let out a shaky breath before starting your apologies.

“I’m sorry for bringing up…” you trail off, unsure if you should say her name out loud or not. “...what I brought up earlier. I know I’m not supposed to.” You start as Sonny shuffles through some papers, clearly not impressed with the quality of your apology.

You bite your lip as you feel the warm throbbing of his cock as he pulses inside of you, it’s taking every inch of your willpower not to grind your hips even just a little bit. You figure it must be hard for him too, but Sonny’s always had more self restraint than you. He’s smarter. Older. Put together.

He’s always been good to you, though. Before this there was Uncle Sonny. Back when there were pizza nights, secret handshakes, and an adoration for the first new adult you felt safe with besides your mom. Back when you were just a scared little kid getting used to the new world around you. There’s always been Sonny.

“I’m sorry for…” you wrack your brain for another apology over one silly little stupid comment. A stupid comment you’re really wishing you hadn’t voiced out loud right now. “I’m sorry for… for pressuring you. I know you risk a lot to be with me. I’m sorry.”

It’s an earnest apology, too. As stubborn as you are sometimes you know his career is on the line to be with you. You like to think that if your mom found out she’d understand. Maybe it would take awhile to get through to her but eventually you would, right? The reality is something closer to her making it her sole mission in life to end his career.

Your hips move the tiniest bit, the feeling of his cock buried inside you is almost too much to handle. His hands on your hips render you still as you whimper, hoping you haven’t disappointed him yet again.

His hand moves up your side to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear left behind. “I know you’re sorry, angel. It’s okay, we’re almost done.” Suddenly the Sonny you’ve always known is back and in front of you, his eyes shining with pride as he shoots you an understanding smile.

You sweet thing. You take everything he gives you, no matter how fair. He’s proud of you, you know. Proud of the person you’ve grown up to be after all these years. Proud of how well you listen, how good you are for him.

“‘M gonna try somethin’, but don’t move. Show Uncle Sonny how good ya can be.”

His thumb brushes over your clit and your hips twitch on instinct and Sonny tsks. “What I jus’ say, huh? C’mon, you can handle it. Show me.” He’s no longer interested in being mean, wanting more to see just how far you’re willing to go to be praised by him, what you’ll do for even just a shred of attention.

His fingers slowly swirl on your throbbing clit as your fingers dig into his shoulders, trying your best to stay still and focus on anything that isn’t how badly you want to fuck yourself stupid on his cock. The sounds of your shaky breathing fill his ears and he grins at your determination.

“Oh, you sweet fuckin’ thing. I know it’s hard, huh? I promise ya doin’ such a good job, sweetheart.” He praises as your eyes fall shut, wrapping your arms around his neck as you drink in the praise voice been craving this whole time.

He keeps you like that as long as you can, pushing you closer and closer to the peak before pulling away. As torturous and agonizing as it is, you keep still as he toys with you. It’s your wordless apology, one he accepts fully.

“Alright, I think you’ve had enough, haven’t ya?” He coos as you quickly nod, your need for release so intense you can’t think straight. He needs it too, his dick is throbbing so hard inside you he’s a bit shocked he’s managed to last this long without rutting into you like an animal.

Two strong arms pick you up and place you down on the desk, his folders and papers knocked out of the way to be neatly put back later. His large frame leans over yours, both hands cupping your face. Your glazed over eyes stare back at him as he caresses the soft skin of your cheeks. “Y’did so good, honey. I’m so proud of ya.” He whispers, his soft plump lips pressing a light kiss to your forehead.

He gently pulls out before sliding back inside of your soaking cunt and you both let out a moan of relief. Your arms wrap around him as you sigh, pleasure spreading throughout your body like a white hot current. You’ll never get tired of him, the way his body crushes yours, how his groans sound in your ear as he buries himself inside of you. You don’t care who might get in your way, you’ll only ever want him.

He settles on a steady rhythm, not too slow but not too hard and fast either. You went through enough already, he’s already made his point. “You’re so good, aren’t ya? What’d I do to deserve you, hm?” He murmurs against your lips, his deep and firm thrusts muffled by his dress pants as he fucks into your greedy little pussy.

“My perfect little angel, ya always so good. I didn’t mean to get upset with ya, honey. Oh— keep quiet now. Can’t have everyone hearin’ how good I fuck ya, can we?”

If he could take his time with you, he would. He would have ate you out till you were hoarse and then fucked you until you couldn’t walk straight. Fucking you in his office is a risk he’s accepted, but time is of the essence.

He pumps himself inside of you harder and faster and you feel every inch of his cock caress your silken walls. “Need ya to cum now, sweetie. Show me how good it feels, show Uncle Sonny.”

The fat tip of his cock rubs against your g-spot and it’s as if you cum on command, as if you’re so desperate to please him in every way physically possible. You clench and gush around his cock as you bury your face into his shoulder, muffling your wanton cries of his name as your release washes over you in hot intense waves.

A low groan leaves the back of his throat as your walls flutter around him. “Fuck— that’s it. There ya go, kiddo. Makin’ me feel so fuckin’ good, baby.” Sonny pounds into you as he chases his own release and your orgasm is only prolonged by the praise.

“Stick ya tongue out f’me, honey. C’mon, all the way out. There ya go.”

He holds himself back as long as he can to admire the way you look up at him, eyes glassy and mouth opened wide as you stick your tongue out. Not a thought in your little head except to do as he says and be a good little angel.

Sonny pulls out of your warmth with a groan as he wraps his hand around his wet cock, furiously pumping his shaft. His fist slaps against his plump belly, breathing heavily though his nose as you stare up at him. His eyes stay glued to your pretty innocent eyes blinking back at him, tongue stuck out all the way. What a sight for sore eyes you are.

His fist moves faster as he approaches his release, face scrunched in concentration. “Fuck— Fuck,” he groans as he shoots his load on your waiting tongue, ropes and ropes of hot sticky cum painting your tongue and lips. His chest heaves as he comes back down to earth, milking every drop of his spend onto your sweet face.

“Alright, lemme see.” Sonny sighs in relief as he grips your chin and you open your mouth as wide as you can for him to take a good look. Cum paints your tongue as it drips down into your mouth, mixing with your drool before he shuts your mouth for you to swallow. You’ve never been a fan of the salty taste.

“Oh, sweetheart.” He murmurs sweetly as he pets your hair. You sit up on your elbows to smile up at him, any bitterness from the beginning of your time together long gone. He seals the deal with a languid kiss, delving into your mouth like he can’t get enough.

It’s moments like these that help you forget about Amanda. Help you forget that he’s technically someone else’s. It’s you he’s kissing like this, it’s you who makes him feel alive again. You know you have him, you just have to be patient.

You both return to your respective spots after putting yourselves back together, you on the couch as Sonny cleans up the mess he made of his desk. You’re just about to lay down and recoup when you hear a sudden knock on the door and thank the universe that the two of you were already done before the interruption.

“Carisi, hey. I wanted to go over a couple— oh, hi you. What are you doing here?”

Your heart stops when you see your mom walk into his office, case files in hand. “H—Hi Mom, I was—“ you start explaining before Sonny swoops in to save you, picking up on your obvious distress. You’ve never been a good liar, he knows that firsthand.

“Hey, Captain. I might’a asked this one to bring me some lunch since I knew they had nothin’ better to do.” He teases you with a grin as you huff and cross your arms, falling into your natural rhythm that your mom’s used to seeing.

“When are you gonna start bringing me lunch, huh?” She jokes as she smiles down at you. “You get dessert? You got a little something there, honey.” Liv comments and you quickly wipe what you know is spare cum off the edge of your lips.

“That would be my fault, I’m the one always askin’ for somethin’ sweet.” Sonny covers for you as you look over at him with wide wary eyes. Not technically a lie, it is his fault after all.

Liv moves to sit down at Sonny’s now neatly organized desk as your heart threatens to stop at any second. It’s hard to process that you were just laying on that very desk, cumming all over Sonny’s cock as your mom now sits and has a meeting with him.

You hold his gaze a final time before collecting your things to head home, unable to be in that room a second longer. “I uh, guess I should get going.” You try to come across casual and relaxed as you gather yourself to stand up. “I’ll see you when you get home, Mom.”

“Thanks for the lunch, kiddo.” Sonny calls out as you put your hand on the door handle and his voice stops you in your place. “Y—yeah. No problem.” You stammer, turning around to face him a final time. “Bye, Uncle Sonny.”

You quickly make your way out of his office and the courthouse only for your phone to vibrate from a text from Sonny.

‘Thanks for dessert. Same thing tomorrow?’

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