hi! i'm daniel, he/him, 25. 😁 i created this blog because i had an itch and had to scratch it (i.e. rave about these two men in particular).
this blog is strictly 18+‼️ generally, i'm a thirsty pervert, enjoy smut (which includes dark!fics) and say the most outrageous things so please be warned before you follow me....
navigation links: writing masterlist, tag dumps/series masterlist, edits
what i like: barisi, sonny x reader, rafael x reader, versatile switch!sonny and rafael, icky and gross pervert!sonny and rafael, bellies <3, sexy old men, dog symbolisms, hurt/comfort
my major kinks include: praise kink, daddy kink, cumplay, brat taming, breeding kink and pet play
ships: BARISI‼️, rollisi, barollisi, barollins, barhoun, barmaro... but honestly i have an open mind so you can convince me of anything and i'll roll with it
other interests of mine: video games (rdr2, cp2077), criminal minds (aaron hotchner fucker for too many years counting), doctor odyssey, what we do in the shadows
random facts about me dumped tgt: svu characters that are most alike me are nick amaro and rafael barba, i like to gym and have been attempting to achieve twunk status, i'm a bisexual southeast asian trans man, a big polyamory enjoyer, a massive fucking pervert and mr autism extravaganza
...why is the hell is your blog called pupcarisi? because i think he's very much a dog and a good boy #dogboysonnyrights
hello everyone, on my 25th birthday today, i want to address something very important that has been bugging me for awhile now.
as some of you noticed, ccarisi deactivated their account and for what reasons, that is for them and their friends to know (which i am one of them).
i know many of you have also come to enjoy their online presence and asking where they went out of genuine concern is fine. but i think it comes to a point where it gets too much and it's prying.
i found out today that someone had created a blog with their old user with the title "i'll be back". this is NOT them nor anyone that we know. whoever you are behind the 'account', it is really GROSS and WEIRD for you to even try impersonating MY friend. (and to everyone else, please don't fall for anything that comes from that account.)
seriously, grow up. if anyone has any issues, you may directly dm me. think twice before sending me anything though :) [posted this with their permission]
EDIT: btw here's screenshot proof of that 'account'...
psa: your favourite fic writers are more than content generators and dispensers for you to hound on desperately. they are people with lives outside of the internet with real feelings first. if you want things so bad then you should just go and make your own stuff 🤷♂️
LDJWKCKEKVKEKE FUCK omg stupid screenshots from grindr (or literally just any app) are like me and @spacemonkeeys favourite thing Ever.... because why the hell are they SOOOOO SONNY.... here are some recent ones i have gathered
ngl i have gone on a break from posting here and today curiously i logged back in to see this ask just sent a day ago. like it was a literal summon and it worked??? How Did You Do That.
summary: You reunite with your older brother Sonny before a big family reunion while buried feelings come to the surface.
content/warnings: smut, age gap, fauxcest, big bro!sonny x reader, slight dub con (just the tip…), stuffie humping, dry humping, unprotected piv, creampie, kid/kiddo, praise kink, size kink, MDNI, 6.7k words
a/n: second kinktober fic is HERE we did it. hooray for big bro :) i said uncle sonny was gonna be the longest but here we are and this is also 6k words. oops. thank you to everyone for being so sweet and patient with me always mwah 🥺 pls enjoy!!!! lmk your big bro sonny thoughts xx
dt: @carisisboy :))))
“You’d think she threw this whole reunion just to have an excuse to make us clean.” You joke, idly kicking some junk on the floor out of your way. A family reunion is probably one of the last things you feel like attending but what your mom says goes, and it’s just your luck that it’s going to be at your house. The whole extended family is coming over this weekend and your already over the top mother has kicked it up a notch. There’s not an inch of the house that’s supposed to be left untouched.
Your siblings came early of course, not like they had much of a choice. Your mom insisted that she have all of her babies under one roof the whole week before, much to your own dismay. You like your sisters, sure, and you’d never say otherwise. You’ve never felt close to them, though. At times they felt more like those cousins you only see sometimes, sharing awkward smalltalk and forced pleasantries. It’s not that you don’t love each other, but you can’t blame them for having nothing in common with you. If the roles were reversed you figure you’d act the same way.
“I wouldn’t put it past Ma, would you?” Sonny laughs as he tosses an old toy into the donations box. The basement’s turned into nothing more than a storage room filled with old discarded toys and trinkets the five of you collected over the years. Some are more worse for wear than others.
“I’m starting to think that might be the case, actually.” You grumble, watching him go through the old storage bins as he decides what’s good enough to donate and what will inevitably end up in the trash. It’s better you two do this cleaning than your mom though, if it were her everything would end up being saved for its sentimental value. That’s how it all ended up down here in the first place.
“You’re starin’, y’know.” Sonny smirks as he catches you out of the corner of his eye. He watches as you cross your arms, looking away defiantly as the two of you naturally fall into the same routine you always do.
“Am not. And if I am it’s ‘cause I forgot what you look like since y’know, you’re never home anymore.” You grumble as you forcefully snatch one of your old dolls off the ground and throw it in the box.
You know that he had to move. You can’t blame him, there wasn’t much left on Staten Island for him. He’s told you that more times than you can count. And in the end he was right, first becoming a detective then passing the bar. Now he’s a fucking ADA. Who knows how things would have played out if he stayed behind, but that won’t stop you from trying to convince him to come back home.
“You still doin’ this? C’mon, I’m pretty sure I was jus’ here for Gina’s birthday, wasn’t I?” He defends.
“Seriously, Sonny? That was like… four months ago. Do you know how much can change in four months?” You huff as you pick up an old toy off the ground before chucking it directly at his head. Putting his hands up in defeat he lets the stuffed animal hit him.
“Y’know I come as often as I can, kid. I got an important job to do.”
“Yeah, yeah. Too important to come see me, I get it.”
Sonny pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh. He’s not surprised you’re acting like this. According to his mom you turned into a handful once he left. Always lashing out, picking fights whenever you could. You’ve always had big emotions though, and you’ve never been sure on how to handle them.
It’s not his fault you’re so attached to him, and admittedly maybe more than what could be considered…normal. Him moving out shouldn’t have stung as hard as it did. He put off moving as long as he could, really. But, the house was so empty without him around, everyone having moved out already except you. Left behind like always. The change felt paralyzing, in some ways you still feel like the same little kid inside that you were when he left.
“Well I’m here now, ain’t I? C’mon, let’s do some siblin’ bondin’ or whatever. Ma’s got us stuck down here anyways.”
You roll your eyes out of habit but at least he’s trying. It’s more than anyone else has done for you.
“Can’t believe that you’re in ya twenties now, look at ya. All grown up, huh?” Sonny sighs as he tosses more junk off into the trash. “Felt like jus’ yesterday you were makin’ me watch Disney princesses with ya durin’ movie nights.”
You smile fondly at the memory, Sonny used to set up blanket forts in your bedroom for the two of you to watch movies on his shitty portable DVD player that he got from god knows where. You always picked the movie of course.
“Hey, if I remember correctly, you’re the one that cried during Tangled.”
With a scoff Sonny takes a page out of your book and tosses an old ragdoll towards you, throwing it headfirst into the stack of old DVDs behind you when you duck out of the way. “Jesus– you’re such an idiot, Sonny. I spent all day organizing those!” You yell as you rush to clean it up. You’re supposed to be cleaning messes, not making more.
“Alright, alright. No more throwin’ stuff. Truce?” He reaches his hand out for you to shake and you oblige.
“Truce.”
The two of you fall into a comfortable silence as you clean up. Sonny tells you all about the DA’s office, how exciting it is to finally feel like he’s accomplishing his goals. He tells you about Manhattan, the people there, and everything in between. “Y’know if ya miss me so much you can always visit. I got a guest bedroom. Bet ya would love the city.”
You shrug as you turn away from him. It’s listening to Sonny ramble that has you realizing you really don’t have anything to update him on. Your parents haven’t exactly pressured you to move out— blaming it on empty nest syndrome, so you don’t do much besides…hang around. Maybe they’re waiting for you to get married and move out like everyone else did. “I can’t leave home, Sonny. Who’s gonna take care of Mom and Dad?”
“Ya can’t let them hold ya back, pumpkin. I don’t wanna see ya wastin’ ya time stuck here. Ya can move in with me, I don’t mind. Find ya a cool job n’ then ya won’t have to miss me anymore. Don’t that sound nice?”
It does sound nice, especially to Sonny. Having someone to come home to after those gruellingly long days, those days where the cases hit just a little too close to home. Knowing he would have you waiting for him back at the apartment could get him through just about anything. Sincerity paints his features as he looks down at you, “I’m not gonna make ya do somethin’ ya don’t wanna do, kid. But I want ya to think about it, ‘m serious.”
You shift your weight between your feet as you chew on your lip in deliberation. The thought of being with Sonny everyday sounds like a dream, but the thought of that much change… it’s scary. Besides, it would just break your mom’s heart if you left. You can’t do it.
“C’mon, what’s holdin’ ya back? Got a secret boyfriend here I should be knowin’ about?” Sonny jokes as you pick up the closest thing you find to chuck at him. The scraggly old teddy bear hits him hard.
“What happened to our truce, huh?”
“The truce was over when you started acting annoying again. No, I don’t have a secret boyfriend or whatever. God, you’re starting to sound like Dad.” You grumble as you sit down on the dusty old couch next to you. You don’t have a boyfriend. You’ve never had a boyfriend…ever, actually. You like to blame your dad for that, maybe even blame Sonny a little bit for being too much of a protective older brother– it’s rare that any boy wanted to get involved with you when they found out your brother was a cop.
In reality though, no one’s ever interested you all that much. You don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s Staten Island, maybe it’s something else. Maybe it’s that everyone pales in comparison to your brother. Every time you see him the longing only gets worse, like your own worse version of daddy issues. You don’t know when it turned into this, when missing him turned into something more, something stronger and deeper.
Sonny watches the way you hide when he brings up a boyfriend, how your eyes dart to look at him before quickly looking away. God, you’re so fucking cute. Even when you’re lashing out at him you’re the most precious thing. Always have been. He’s always thought that you were some sort of miracle, especially after how heartbroken his mother was after what happened before you. He loves you in a way that borders on fierce and it eats him up inside that you think he loves you any less just because he had to go.
“That thing is gross, throw it in the trash.” You mumble as he picks up the teddy bear down at his feet.
“You serious? Ya really tellin’ me to throw him out?” Sonny looks the bear over in his hands. Sure, it’s seen better days but to throw it out? “Does he mean nothin’ to ya?”
You look at Sonny like he has three heads.
“Teddy was my bear growin’ up but I gave him to you when ya were little. Guess ya don’t remember, huh?” He sighs as he looks down at the bear in his hands.
“Am I supposed to?”
Sonny frowns at your reaction. Here he was hoping that this would spark some sort of nostalgia in you, maybe open you back up to him a little bit. You used to bring that bear everywhere, just like he did. You’d sit it down at the kitchen table with you and demand he get his own serving of breakfast. You never found out Sonny did the exact same thing.
“He ain’t that bad, betcha we can clean him up n’ he’ll be good as new.”
“Since when were you so sentimental? It’s just a dumb stuffed animal.” You grumble as you idly scroll on your phone. You’ve been cleaning for the past two hours, the basement is as good as it’s gonna get.
“Since when were you so apathetic?” Sonny throws back at you with a frown. Leaving you had a much greater impact on you than he even knew and it’s starting to show. The person in front of him is far from the sweet kid he remembers so fondly. Sure you’re grown up now, but you feel almost entirely different. Less like a little sibling and more like an acquaintance.
“Whatever, Sonny. Keep your dumb bear.”
He watches you drag yourself up the stairs with a sigh. He’d do just about anything to see that sweet smile of yours again. To see the light in your eyes as you beam up at him. To get to hear your laugh again, even when he’s annoying the shit out of you.
He’ll find a way to make it up to you.
Sonny spends the coming days glued to your hip, insistent on spending as much time with you as humanly possible. You can’t really complain about it, it’s what you want isn’t it? Any errand your mom sends Sonny on? He brings you along. Grocery store trips, picking up party decorations, you name it. Eventually the resentment you were holding onto with a death grip finally seems to be melting away. Things feel normal, like he never left in the first place.
He hasn’t dropped the idea of you going back with him, though. And every time your answer is the same: ‘Why don’t you move back home instead?’ Neither one of you are one to back down in an argument which gets him nowhere.
Your mom’s over the moon to see you two together again. She was more worried than anyone when she saw how hard Sonny leaving was on you. To see you now feels like a breath of fresh air, you seem closer to your usual self than you have in a long time. Sitting together at every meal, coming into the living room to find you falling asleep against him on the couch. Sure the two of you are… real close now. But all she’s ever wanted was for all her babies to get along.
“Sonny I swear to god if you destroyed my room–” Sonny’s hands cover your eyes as he leads you into your room after dinner. He said something about some surprise and that it couldn’t wait. Usually his surprises are never good.
“Walk much?” He snickers as you trip over yourself a few times as you walk into the room. A small huff leaves your lips as you try to hit him, managing to only land one hit much to your own disappointment.
“You are so fucking annoying.” You grumble as you try to pry his hands off of your eyes. “This better be good.”
Freeing yourself from his grip it takes you a second before fully registering the scene in front of you. There on the ground in front of your bed was a blanket fort, just like the ones he would make you when you were a kid. You tentatively peek your head inside to find your laptop set up and ready to go alongside a snack bowl and his teddy bear sat up and ready to watch. Your heart aches at the sight, that childhood whimsy you haven’t felt in a long time flooding your senses as you take it all in.
“We’re doing movie night again?” You look up at him hopefully and his grin matches your own.
“Mhm. I got a lot’a missed movie nights to catch up on, don’t I?”
The two of you get settled under the fort, though you don’t remember it feeling this cramped when you were younger. “Wait, did you clean him? You’re such a loser.” You tease as you pick up and inspect the now soft and clean teddy bear.
“‘Course I did, it ain’t movie night without him. You used to cry if he wasn’t sittin’ with us.”
You vehemently deny this claim as Sonny gets the movie started as you relax against his warm broad chest, did he always smell this good? You try to shove those thoughts out of your head as you focus on the movie instead. Admittedly, he had picked this one random out of the stack in the basement, but apparently it was one your sisters loved growing up.
His chest steadily rises and falls as you snuggle up into his side, popping candy into his mouth every so often that he gladly accepts. You bask in the serene feeling that washes over you as you watch the movie, not so much paying attention to the plot but rather how happy you are to be in your big brother’s arms again.
That’s until the screen all but demands your attention. You shift uncomfortably the longer it goes on, and it’s long. You awkwardly watch the scene unfold in front of you, hungry mouths clashing against one another as their hands travel south. You hope that’s all, a steamy makeout scene is bad enough to watch with him but then they start doing more.
“What, you shy or somethin’?” Sonny whispers when he notices you burying your face in his chest to avoid watching the sex scene. That doesn’t stop you from hearing it though.
“No, shut up…” you whine, your face heating up in embarrassment.
“You are! Look at how shy you are!” Teasingly he pulls you off of him, leaving you no choice but to face the movie head on. “You’re actin’ like it’s the first time you’ve ever seen two people kiss before. This ain’t even that bad, kid.”
You don’t wanna know what he considers bad if this is nothing, and you don’t know what business this movie had doing in the DVD stack downstairs. You’re pretty sure your mom would have all of your heads on stakes if she found out any one of you had watched this. Your face scrunches up as you watch the screen, “...Is that how making out is supposed to be?” You don’t realize you asked this out loud.
Sonny pauses and lets your question sink in. “Wait, are you sayin’...? Have you never made out with someone before?”
With a groan you bury your face in your hands, this isn’t at all how you wanted this evening to go. What was supposed to be a sweet evening with your brother has now turned into something more akin to a stress dream. “You know how Mom and Dad are, they keep me on a short leash just ‘cause I’m the baby. And besides, between you and Dad any boy would die on the spot just for looking at me.”
You have a point there. He can only imagine how hard it was for you to grow up as the baby, it was hard enough for him and the rest of your siblings. Purity is awfully important to your parents, and he’s sure your dad wants you to stay pure for as long as possible. Hell will freeze over before they let you ever have a boyfriend.
What if it was him, though? Someone you could trust, someone you knew would take good care of you. And who could take better care of you than your big brother, right? With a nod to himself Sonny works it over in his head. It’s not fair that you never got to have the same experiences as the rest of them. And maybe it wasn’t fair of him to leave you behind. If he stayed he could have guided you along the way, stood in for your parents’ less than stellar ‘birds and the bees’ talk. He knows what it’s like to be on the outside, watching everyone else live their lives while being side lined by your parents' firm beliefs.
No, he doesn’t want that for you.
“Alright, here me out, okay? I don’t want ya feelin’ all embarrassed over this stuff jus’ cause Ma’ n’ Pa’ won’t let ya grow up. It ain’t fair to ya. But, I don’t trust none’a those boys out there to take care of ya either.”
You occupy yourself with the candy bowl as he continues.
“I want ya to feel prepared when ya go out into the real world, y’know– when ya leave home. There’s a lotta guys out there who are jus’ waitin’ to take advantage of a sweet thing like you. Trust me, I see ‘em everyday.”
You don’t doubt that for a second but…where is he going with this? You stare up at him, confusion painted on your face as you fidget around. “What, are you gonna give me ‘The Talk’ now?” You laugh it off as you nervously nibble at the chocolate in your hand.
“Somethin’ like that.”
Without warning Sonny softly presses his lips against yours and you freeze. His lips are soft and warm as they gently press against you, and he’s close enough that you can smell the cologne you begged him to buy you a bottle of so you could spray it when you missed him. Before he can pull away, sure that he overstepped a boundary and you’ll never talk to him again, you shyly tilt your head to meet his lips. It feels different than any other time you’ve kissed someone. Your whole body buzzes as the butterflies in your stomach do flips. If you were standing up right now you’re pretty sure your foot would be up in the air like a cheesy rom com.
“Was that okay?” His breath ghosts over your skin as he whispers against your wet lips.
“Uh– Uh huh…” you murmur, trying to rationalize what exactly is happening in your head. Kissing is okay, right? It’s just kissing, not a big deal, you tell yourself. It’s hard to think straight when he’s looking at you like you’re good enough to eat. Before you’re able to spiral any further he captures your lips again in a hungry kiss, hand sneaking up to cup your jaw as he delves into your mouth, claiming what’s always been his.
Before you know it your back hits the soft pile of pillows littering the floor beneath you. Your heart threatens to beat straight out of your chest as his hands slowly travel down your body, squeezing and groping at your soft warm flesh. “Sonny, wait– What are you–?”
“Shh, I know what ya need, sweetheart. Ya jus’ need ya big brother, that’s all. I’m gonna make it up to ya.”
Your voice is caught in your throat as his hands roam your timid body. Kissing was one thing but is he gonna.. y’know, do more? “Sonny– Mom and Dad are home. And like, all of our sisters–” You nervously ramble before he silences your anxieties with another kiss, hands moving lower and lower before finally resting on the soft swell of your hips.
“I know they are. That means ya jus’ gotta be quiet, right?” His hand inches closer and closer to in between your thighs, closer and closer to what he’s been dreaming about since seeing you again. Ever since getting to see the way your eyes light up when he walks into a room. Seeing how no matter what you have to be standing near him in some way. You’re just a sweet little thing who needs him to take care of you.
You let out a shaky breath as Sonny tantalizingly pulls your shorts off and tosses them over his shoulder behind him. “A–Are you sure this is okay…?” You whisper as his large hands gently pry your legs open for him, he doesn’t miss the wet spot on your underwear.
“‘Course it’s okay. Why wouldn’t it be okay? Ya thinkin’ too much.” With a chuckle under his breath Sonny lightly drags his fingers over your clothed center and your thighs twitch.
Sitting up on your elbows you shake your head. “Well… you’re my brother, right? That’s… that’s wrong.”
Sonny shrugs before tenderly brushing some hair behind your ear. “Do ya trust me?”
Of course you trust him, why wouldn’t you? He’s been there for you every step of the way, especially when the rest of your sisters weren’t. As far as you’re concerned he put the stars up in the sky.
“Then you got nothin’ to worry about sweetheart. Stop ya worryin’ n’ let me do the thinkin’ for ya.”
You practically drool into his mouth as he warms you up for him, long daft fingers rubbing up and down, brushing over your clit whenever they reach the top. By this point everything’s gone hazy, the only thing your brain is worried about is the ache between your thighs.
Pulling your underwear down to your ankles, Sonny looks at your bare pussy like he just won the lottery. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty, baby. N’ ya all mine, aren’t ya?”
His hands brush over the tops of your thighs, soothingly rubbing the skin there in the hopes that you’ll finally relax a bit. This is a big deal for you, he gets that. He understands your reservations, the reasons for your obvious hesitations. Maybe he can meet you halfway.
“Hey,” Sonny starts as he leans over to grab the teddy bear slumped beside you, “remember Teddy?”
Your face scrunches up in confusion as he holds the bear up for you to see.
“See, Teddy’s gonna help me make ya feel good. That okay?” Your cheeks burn as you shrug unconvincingly, unable to look him in the eyes. The soft fur brushes against your cheek as Sonny rubs the bear against you. “Look, he’s givin’ ya kisses.”
You can’t help but giggle, half from the ticklish fur of the bear and half from how ridiculous your older brother is being. He drags the bear lower and lower down your body, paying careful attention to the skin on your neck before bunching your shirt up over your chest to do the same as he heads towards your tummy.
Starting with the inside of your thighs, he gently massages the bear’s face against the inside of your left thigh before alternating to the right. By the way your hips rise he figures you’re ready for more.
He lightly rubs the bear against you, the firm snout of the teddy bear brushing up against your sensitive clit. Your breath hitches from the sudden unfamiliar friction and you quickly reach out to grip Sonny’s wrist in your hand. You’ve tried this a few times, even with your own current stuffed animals even though you’ll never admit that to him, but it’s never felt the way it does now. Not like how he does it.
“There ya go, that’s good isn’t it?” Sonny whispers in your ear as he lays down next to you. One hand holds the bear between your thighs as the other roams your body, mapping out every inch as he commits the whole scene to memory. “‘M sorry I left ya, honey. I didn’t realize there wouldn’t be anyone to teach ya these things. What kinda brother am I, huh?” He breathlessly laughs at the irony.
His lips find your neck, covering every inch with wet hot opened mouth kisses as he laps at the sensitive skin. He sucks down hard enough to leave a bright red mark clear as day that you’re positive your parents will notice.
“Did you just– are you serious Sonny?” You hiss when you feel him biting down on your skin. “If Mom or Dad ask about that I’m fucked– what if Gina notices? Or worse, Teresa?”
Chuckling against your neck, he soothes the mark with his tongue. Your anger is quickly replaced with desperate want as he rubs the bear firmer against you, the little black button nose rubbing perfectly against your aching clit. A soft whine escapes you as your hips rise and grind against the bear. He’s never seen a sweeter sight.
“Thats it, take what ya need, honey. Oh look at ya, makin’ such a mess all over him.”
If you weren’t so focused on getting off you’d be embarrassed. The fur around the face of the teddy bear is visibly damp from how much your cunt drools on it. Your hips move on their own as you chase the fuzzy feeling building in your tummy. Sonny’s gaze is transfixed on the way your hips needily grind against the bear. Poor thing, he should have been taking care of you this whole time.
Isn’t that what a big brother is for? To give you those life lessons your parents can’t? He’s just looking out for you, kiddo. Making sure you’re a well rounded adult and all.
“Ya gonna cum sweetheart? Gonna cum for me n’ Teddy?” He softly coos in your ear as you shudder, the feeling consuming you in a way that’s too hard to find the words for. You’ve never gotten this close before, the house is always too quiet, you never know when someone could be on the other side of your door.
You don’t know when Sonny moved on top of you, when he started rolling his hips against the bear as he grinds it against you. You can tell you’re on the edge of something, something big, but you just need a little more.
“Oh I know, Teddy ain’t enough for ya, huh? Ya need me to take care’a ya?”
Something firm and big replaces the teddy bear as Sonny places it on your chest as your arms instinctively wrap around it, holding the bear tight against your torso. He steadily rolls his hips against yours, cursing under his breath when he sees the little wet patch you leave behind on his grey sweatpants.
“C’mon honey, jus’ let go. Gimme a big one.”
The warmth spreads throughout your body and as if on cue Sonny kisses you hard, swallowing the cry that rips out of your chest as it finally happens. It hits you like a freight train, thighs shaking as you grip his wrist for dear life. You drool into his mouth just like you drool all over his crotch, eyes rolling back as your big brother makes you cum for the first time.
Your chest heaves as you come back down to earth. Everything feels so far away, your bones have turned to jelly as you melt into the pillow fort beneath you. You sloppily make out with him, unable to do much else besides open your mouth and let him take what he wants from you.
“That felt good huh, baby?” He whispers as he brushes the damp hair that’s stuck to your forehead out of your face.
You sweetly smile up at him with a nod, leaning up to try and kiss him again. Sonny’s smile mirrors yours when he sees how eager you are now that you’ve gotten a taste of him.
“Oh–” Your eyes dart down to his crotch when you feel that same hardness from earlier brush against your thigh. “Do…Can I…uh, do you want me to help…you? With that?” You whisper, innocently pointing down at the obvious large bulge in his pants.
“Only if ya want to, baby.” You’ve always been a sweet kid, so eager to help out wherever you can.
“...Not inside, though. I’m…I’m not ready for that, yet.”
Sonny agrees, despite knowing it’s going to be borderline impossible not to push into your tight little warm hole and fuck you stupid. The thought alone has his cock throbbing in a way that borders on painful.
“That’s okay, there are other ways we can do it, sweetie.”
There’s a bit of shuffling on his end before his hard and ready cock’s revealed to you. Sure, you’ve accidentally walked in on him a few times, but seeing it here? Rock hard and slapped against his belly? You gulp in intimidation, eyes darting from his cock down to your pussy, wondering how on earth he’d ever fit inside you.
“Hey, don’t be nervous. I told ya, I’m not gonna put it in ya. Not yet.”
You lay back down on your back, letting out a shaky sigh as he settles himself in between your thighs. “Jus’ relax, okay?” He whispers sweetly before slowly dragging his aching cock through your folds.
You’re so wet, so fucking wet, as his cock glides through with ease. “Do you always get this fuckin’ wet? Or is this all jus’ for me?” Sonny snickers as you whimper from the blunt head of his cock brushing against your clit with every glide through your slippery folds. He pulls away and whistles as he sees the way your slick clings to his shaft.
“Fuck, baby. Do ya know what you’re doin’ to me right now?” He groans as he looks down at you, wide eyes staring back at him as you hold onto the teddy for support. His cock is so wet he’s sure he could slide into you with ease.
You both gasp when his tip gets caught on the entrance to your dripping cunt, his grip on your hips tightening as the wet warmth teases him. Gritting his teeth, he tries to fight off the urge to stuff you full with his thick cock.
His tip notches in your hole and you sit up immediately.
“Relax, relax. It's okay, I got ya. ‘S just the tip, baby. You can handle it.” The only way is through, he thinks. He’s gonna fuck you eventually, right? In the long run it’s easier to just get the hard part done now. By the end he bets you’ll be laughing from how nervous you were over nothing.
Gasping for breath your face scrunches up from the feeling of just his tip stretching you out. You've never gone this far before. “S—Sonny— You said—“
“Easy, easy. I know what I said. Jus’ lemme—“ he grunts before pushing himself just a bit further in as your hand quickly darts out to push against his round belly.
“N— It’s too much—“ you whine as he hushes you, pressing his lips against yours as he slowly works his tip in and out of your cunt.
“Quiet, baby. Don’t need Ma’ n’ Pa’ hearin’ us. It’s gonna feel better soon, promise. Jus’ hold on to Teddy, alright?” He bunches up your shirt and slips it in your mouth as a makeshift gag. His dick twitches at the sight of you, he wishes he could take a picture.
You sniffle as you hold onto the bear for dear life, with every inch he pushes further into you the more it feels like he’s going to split you right in two. He slowly works in and out of you until the pain starts to dissipate, your pussy stretching to accommodate his cock like it was made for it.
He doesn’t miss your barely there moan when he bottoms out, nestling himself deep inside you. “There we go, not so bad huh? Look, honey.”
You open your eyes to see where the two of you connect and you feel every inch. You’re stuffed to the brim with him and you have to admit that it feels real good. You’ve only ever wanted to be close to him, to be a little moon that orbits around him at all times. You can’t get much closer than this.
He gives you a few experimental thrusts as he holds himself back from rutting into you. Besides, he can’t exactly be as loud as he wants given the circumstances. The walls in the house are far too thin, and he had to learn that the hard way growing up.
The bear presses against his chest as he leans over you, your hands abandoning it to wrap around his torso instead. You drag your fingers down his back as you bury your face in his neck to muffle your whimpers as his tip brushes against the very end of you.
“You’re doin’ so good, sweetie. So fuckin’ perfect, ‘m never lettin’ go of ya again, that’s for damn sure.” Sonny grunts in your ear as he thrusts quicken, drinking in the way you sob and writhe underneath him. Pleasure courses through his veins knowing it’s him that’s doing this to you, that he’s your first time. This is how it should be.
He hisses as he feels you clench around him. “You like the sound’a that, huh? Bein’ all mine?” His tip brushes against a special spot deep inside you that fills you with dizzying pleasure. “Maybe I should move back, huh? Stay here n’ fuck this tight little pussy whenever I want.”
Your cunt squeezes his pistoning cock as he buries his face in your neck, sliding in and out of your soaking cunt with ease. “What about you livin’ with me? No pryin’ eyes, no one listenin’ in on us. Jus’ you n’ me, always. Jus’ the thought of havin’ you in my bed…”
“Sonny— Sonny—“ you stammer as he sucks harshly on your neck, leaving a few new marks to join your old ones. He only wishes he could fuck you faster— harder. To not have to worry about the consequences of how loud his thighs slap against you, to be able to hear every little sound he pulls out of those lips.
“What, baby?” He chuckles against your neck but he feels it before you can manage to find the words to answer. The way you squeeze around him, how your breath turns erratic as you basically sob into his shoulder. “Wait— fuck, are you—?”
With a strangled sob you let go and cum, walls pulsing as you gush around his cock. He pulls himself away from your neck just to be able to see the face you make as you cum on his cock for the first time. He almost can’t believe how pretty you look, the way your lips part while your eyes squeeze tight. He’s never made anyone feel this good, he thinks.
“Fuck, kiddo you cummin’ again?” He asks in disbelief as your legs shake around him, every nerve in your body feels exposed as the feeling rips through you all the way from your head to your toes. You cry his name into his shoulder as softly as you can manage, but the feeling is so indescribable you don’t think you could be quiet if you tried.
“That’s it, cum all over my cock. Such a sweet fuckin’ thing.”
Sonny lets go and fucks you harder than what’s safe given the fact that any one of your siblings— or worse your parents— could walk in on you at any moment. “Gonna make me fuckin’ cum, baby. Fuck— you’re unreal. Y’don’t don’t know how much I fuckin’ love ya.”
It’s how much he loves you that sends him over the edge. He looks down at that sweet pretty face of yours and he can’t stop himself from spilling into you, his orgasm hitting him so hard he has to bite down on your shoulder to muffle the guttural groan that leaves him.
Warm sticky spend spurts against your walls and you should be mad, you should hit him and scream at him to pull out right now but you can’t bring yourself to be upset about it. It leaves you feeling so fuzzy and full, like you’re off on cloud nine as your pussy milks every drop of your big brother’s cum.
Your heavy breathing fill the small space of the blanket fort as he collapses on top of you. “You okay?” He whispers against your lips and you nod, you’re more than okay.
You only get to bask in your post coital glow for so long before there’s a loud banging at your door. “Hey, is Dom in there?” Fuck. It’s Teresa. “Ma needs him to get somethin’ from the store.”
“Y—Yeah! Just a minute!” You weakly yell out as Sonny unceremoniously slips out of you, picking up your discarded clothes as fast as he can.
“Okay well, tell him to hurry up!”
You breathe a little easier when you hear her footsteps go down the hall, you’re alone again. The two of you manage to get yourselves cleaned up before crawling out of the fort.
“Wait—“ you hiss, making sure to grab the teddy bear to toss in your hamper. The last thing you need is explaining to someone how exactly the fur got so damp.
“Are you sure ya haven’t given a second thought to movin’ in with me?” Sonny whispers, big grin plastered to his face as he wraps his arms around your waist by the door. “Wouldn’t have to deal with none’a this if ya did.”
You roll your eyes as you brush past him to head downstairs and join the rest of your family. Your mom kisses your forehead as you walk into the kitchen before frowning at the state of you. “You gettin’ sick, honey? Ya forehead’s awfully warm.”
You shrug and shift uncomfortably at the sticky feeling of Sonny’s cum starting to leak out of you. Bastard. “I’m fine Mom.” You wave her off before glaring at your brother.
“Actually I am sick, I’m sick of Sonny’s shit.” You grumble, poking him in the stomach as he laughs at you. Your mom chastises you for your language and for Sonny to stop whatever it was he was doing to upset you.
“‘M sorry, Ma’. Ya know I jus’ missed em.” Wrapping his arms around you he squeezes you tight, making you squeal in surprise. His mom looks on with pride at the two of you.
You ‘selflessly’ volunteer to go with Sonny to the store, interlocking your fingers with his as soon as you’re out the front door.
“I still don’t forgive you for moving, by the way. You’ll just have to keep making it up to me.”
stepdad!sonny and dbf!hotch.... dating aaron and sonny is wary about it but you convince your dad that it's fine because he always did say he trusted aaron the most...... but eventually sonny gets insanely jealous because he used to be the only important old man in ur life!!!!!!!!
bonus: sonny overhears you messing around with aaron when he came home early one day and he does try his best to give you Privacy..... but he heard you call aaron 'daddy' and that sets him OFFFFF
bonus bonus: aaron profiles it out of sonny and always had a feeling all along that there was Something Particular between sonny's dynamic with you (even before you were dating aaron). then they both fuck you together of course :D aaron does take jabs at sonny for being disgusting and filthy but it's all in good fun (he thinks it's fucking hot watching you get groped and fucked by your dad because it's obvious you two had been wanting this to happen)
summary: sonny is stressed out while he works, you offer to help even if it makes breaking his office rules.
warnings: smut, age gap, stepcest/fauxcest, stepdad!sonny, use of dad, kid/kiddo, fem!reader, blowjob / deepthroating, sucking sonny off in the office yay, use of good girl
n/a: i watched svu s27 ep2 and my life changed so i wrote this in one sitting
word count: 3.2k
There are only two rules for hanging out with your dad in his office while he works; you’re not supposed to make any noise and you’re not supposed to distract him until he’s done. His job is important. That much is clear for you. There are things that require his full attention and thorough research, things you can’t cause him to mess up.
If you follow the rules, it’s easier for Sonny to finish his tasks, which means he’ll be able to spend more time with you later. You try your best to entertain yourself with a book from his collection, scrolling on your phone and even sleeping for a while until he kisses your forehead and lets you know he’s done.
Sometimes there’s a little bug crawling around, urging you to annoy your dad just to see the way his jaw clenches and the lines in his forehead. You drop your book on the floor, forget to wear headphones while watching loud videos and insist on sitting on his lap for a while because you’re lonely and bored.
You don’t do it often because as much fun as it is to see your dad just a tiny bit angry, the spankings often leave your ass bruised and aching for days. He always kisses it better after, he rubs a soothing balm all over your ass and stays with you until the tears subside, but you’d rather be good and help him instead of being a nuisance.
Today you can’t remember the pain. It’s locked far away, nothing to concern yourself with as you stare at Sonny biting on his lower lip while his pen moves across the page. You can’t see what he’s writing or what non-sense he’s reviewing, but he doesn’t look happy. The frown on his face is not the one you liked; stress takes over his features in a way that tells you case prep is not going how he expected.
You wish you had followed his footsteps, learned more about the law so he could use you as a sounding board or just a fresh pair of eyes. The legal profession never caught your attention. You’re happy getting to witness your dad in court, strolling in those tight-fitting suits with growing confidence over the years. It never gets old, it’s a privilege you’d never get tired of.
Sonny mutters under his breath, another unhappy curse that makes you frown. Maybe you can’t help with advice, but there must be something you can do. Something to help him relax. You can’t exactly pour him a drink without disturbing his space or tell him about your day — which he loves to hear every night while his arm is around you, holding you close — without breaking the rules.
You should be allowed to break the rules in situations like these.
More groaning, some cursing even that you pretend not to hear as you turn another page of your book. There’s some ringing and his accent gets thicker the longer the call goes on until he slams the phone down and sighs, leaning back on the chair as he rubs his forehead. You have seen this before, the same look and mannerism, when he gets home full of anger after losing or annoyed at some scumbag. Not even your mom can help him cool down when it happens.
Only you can.
He uses your body as stress relief: fingering you until you’re crying his name over and over, eating your pussy until it’s dripping and begging for his cock to split you open in the middle of the night, so big you’re never fully used to it until he’s cooing so sweetly for you to take it.
Your dad thanks you after it, he kisses you goodnight and makes breakfast for everyone the next morning. The frown is always gone from his face, replaced with a smile only you two know what caused it.
Sonny pinches his nose and his ring gleams with the twilight seeping through the window. It’s supposed to be a sign of commitment between them, but it has become a symbol of shared memories between the two of you. Secrets, truth and trust lacing a bond so strong that not even your mother can interfere.
It’s up to you to make him feel better here, in his office, just like you do at home.
“Dad?” You speak up for the first time in almost an hour, licking your lips to try again when Sonny doesn’t seem to hear you. “Hey—”
“What do ya want now?!” Sonny replies, harsher than he’d meant to. He sees the hurt flash in your face before you can hide it. “Fuck, baby, sorry, I just—”
“It’s okay.” You shake your head, knowing it’s not your fault he’s angry. Who wouldn’t be with the kind of job he has? It’s only fair he gets an outlet. “I think you should take a break.” You suggest, hoping he’ll listen the first time.
Sonny takes a look at the files spread around his desk, the words swimming in his retinas into something beyond recognition. He’s been at it for too long, he’s losing it. He knows you’re right, but he doesn’t have time to lose when it’s a big case. He can’t afford to mess up and make his bosses unhappy.
“Not right now,” He replies, ready to go back to his task, trusting you won’t interrupt him again. “Sorry, kid. I really need to get this done.”
Damn it.
You should’ve batted your eyelashes, maybe open up a button from your blouse. Maybe it’s not too late. With a hand going straight to the first button, you undo it and lean back, spreading your legs just a bit as you say, “Come on, dad, just a little while.”
Sonny knows what you’re trying to do. It’s obvious and of course he takes a peek at the pair of pink panties you’re wearing, but he can’t. He really can’t right now and you should know better than to make it harder for him. He has to say no but he’ll move past you breaking his rules this time.
“Let me finish first.” Sonny says, straightening in his chair.
“Then it wouldn’t be a break.”
“Kid—”
“Please?” You ask sweetly, undoing a second button and squeezing one breast over your blouse, leaving it just enough for Sonny to glimpse at the matching lace bra you’re wearing. “You’ll feel much better. Let me help, please?”
Sonny takes another glance at the mess, then back at you. His work is important, but so are you and oh you’re so fucking beautiful. It’s hard pretending his dick isn’t twitching at the sight, it’s worse when he recognizes the panties and the bra as a pair he’d bought you a few days ago, a gift for always being good for him.
You’re glad the office is mainly deserted and the blinds are drawn, door locked after you walked in earlier. Your hand travels between your legs, rubbing yourself over your panties, feather-light touches that could never be as good as his fingers. Nothing feels as good as when Sonny does it.
His eyes track your every moment. The way your breath itches a little when you move the panties to the side, rubbing over your clit while he debates how good of an idea this is, how much he’s risking if someone comes over and sees him fucking his step-daughter.
It’s worth it.
“Stop it.” Sonny commands, his voice stopping you right in your tracks. “Come here, baby.”
You smile proudly, moving quickly and efficiently until you’re standing in front of him. His hands go up to your hips, pulling you in closer and he looks up, unable to believe that someone as precious as you is willing to help him, to make him feel better, how can he be mad at that?
“Ya wanna help dad feel better?” He whispers, one hand already going further down to grip your ass. You nod, placing your hands on his shoulders, basking in his attention and touch. The other one goes up, undoing another button, then another, until your shirt is fully open and he can place a kiss right over your tummy. “Good girl. This looks gorgeous on you, so damn good on you. Pink’s really your color, hm?”
“You think so?” You say, suppressing a happy giggle at his praise.
“I do, baby.” He whispers, placing another kiss right where the hem of the skirt starts, then he lets go of you. “Turn around. Bend over.” You follow his orders, lifting the skirt enough so when you bend over, your ass and panties are in full view. Looking straight ahead at the array of family pics and the coffee machine on the drawer, you’re acutely aware of how easily everything could come crashing down. “Fuck, kid, look at that…God.”
Your cheeks blush red, still unused at his worship whenever he gets a hold of your ass. “Thank you, dad.”
“We should get you another pair, maybe red, or blue?” Sonny mumbles, as his large palms are on your ass, spreading your cheeks open, touching what’s his — only his. You forget about the risk for a moment, smile growing wider as you hum along to whatever he says. Whatever he wants. “Turn back around.”
When you get in position, Sonny’s blue eyes are dark and shiny. It’s the gleam that lets you know his attention is fully on you, that he wants nothing else but your mouth or your holes to satisfy his need.
Before you can offer, he speaks up again, “Get undressed.”
Fuck. You — you didn’t think you’d have to get fully naked but your hands move on their own, your brain is used to following Sonny’s words like law by now. Slowly, every piece of clothing ends up on the floor, which he picks up and folds to avoid messing them up. The last two pieces, your bra and your panties, disappear at the speed of light, exposing your wetness and your hard nipples for him.
Sonny doesn’t say anything, he pulls you in, hands caressing your sides again, paying attention to every curve like he doesn’t know them already and needs another moment to get acquainted. He loves every inch of you, worships it like he’d never done with your mom, taking greater care with you than he ever did with her.
One hand slips between your folds, feeling exactly how badly you want him and how quickly he can turn you on. The other rolls one of your nipples, wishing he had more time to litter your boobs with marks and lovebites, a reminder of him for you to look at later. You love those, you love the mix of reds and purples and bite marks on the inside of your thighs after saying something that gets him slightly possessive — which doesn’t take much.
“We don’t have a lot of time but but ya can suck daddy’s cock, hm? That’ll help me.” Sonny says.
It sounds like an option when you know it’s not.
He's already decided what he wants and that you'll do it, but the tone makes you think it's what you wanted to do all along, even when your pussy is throbbing to have him inside but there's no chance of that. Your dad is the priority.
“Please.”
“Get on your knees, kiddo”
There’s nothing else he needs to say for you to drop down, get between his legs ignoring the hard floor underneath. You can take it as long as you get to feel the weight of his cock on your tongue and the taste of his cum.
Sonny undoes his belt and zipper, pulling his cock out his slacks enough for you to suck him off, then he leans back on the chair, giving you a moment to selfishly look at him; the way the last button of his vest is always undone now because of his belly, how he’s filling them out a lot more lately, the million gray hairs that clutter his head and you love playing with.
You love everything about Sonny too.
Finally, you place a hand on each of his thighs, using him for support. His cock is fully hard, so there’s not much you need to do. You lap at the head, gathering the salty precum pooling there then wrap your lips around it, looking up to witness Sonny’s reaction once you start sucking.
He groans, deep and long, one of his hands immediately moving to the back of your head, not pushing yet. But you know he will, he always does. Your dad says it’s to train you to have a better gag reflex, so you can take him deeper, to the hilt. One day you’ll get there without help.
You take as much as you can, slow and steady, until you almost get to the base before having to pull off, gasping for air. You don’t let that stop you, parting your lips around his length again and giving it another try. Sonny likes seeing you try so hard, smearing the saliva on your lips and down your chin on your cheeks to make it — you — messier.
The wet heat of your mouth is better than anything he's ever had before, you're not the most skilled yet, but you make up for it in eagerness. You always try so hard to please him with everything else, this is no different. You suck and slurp around his cock, settling on the pace you've come to learn is his favorite.
“That’s it, doll, keep suckin’ just like that, you’re doing so good.” Sonny encourages, a little breathless already, the tension in his body dissolving little by little with the work of your mouth and the sloppy sounds coming out of it. There’s already drool messing up his slacks, which you’re trying hard to contain unsuccessfully.
He should tell you to be quiet, try not to draw too much attention. You look so dedicated, so happy trying your best to finally get everything in your mouth and pleasing him that he doesn’t have the heart to tell you there’s probably someone two offices down still working that could knock on the door.
He doubts it’ll happen, but what he's learned so far is that it would make you wetter knowing you’re not entirely alone. Maybe one day he'll bend you over the desk, pound those pretty holes of yours mercilessly while he tells you to be quiet, hand over your mouth as you cry because oh daddy, it’s too big but you’ll take it anyway.
It’ll happen.
You whine, or try to when you get just one inch off your target and stay there for a few seconds. When you try to pull off again, Sonny doesn’t let you come up for the air you need. Fuck. Fuck. You can’t fucking breathe.
“Easy, easy, through the nose, let me guide ya,” Sonny mumbles, but doesn’t let up. You have to learn one way or another. Panic threatens to fill your chest as he pushes you back down, his words forcing you to remember you have to breathe through your nose and relax. “There we go, open that throat for me, you can do it.”
You close your eyes, but Sonny pulls your hair a little to remind you to keep looking at him while he uses your mouth, taking charge of the pace after letting you play around. It takes some effort but the goal is so close — you can do it. The tears brimming in your eyes mean nothing. The dark spots in Sonny’s slacks will go away after a wash. The feeling of finally taking your dad’s cock to the hilt will last forever.
It seems to take forever between gagging and sputtering, but then — fuck, the hairs at the base let you know you made it. Sonny groans in relief, pride and lust mixing as he looks down at your stretched lips around is cock, teary eyes waiting for his approval. He smiles at you, caressing your head so you stay there without him needing to hold you.
“Good girl…” He breathes out as you get used to the feeling until it’s truly too much and he lets you finally pull off. “See, baby? I knew ya could do it.”
You’re pretty sure if you speak nothing coherent will come out, thoughts full of nothing but Sonny’s cock in the back of your throat and the euphoria that comes with it. You go back down, halting the next words coming out of Sonny’s mouth so you can get your reward.
The only thing you want.
“Fuck, fuck, kid, slow down—” Sonny tries, but you refuse. Your head bobs up and down, one hand gently playing with his balls as you try a few times to get it all the way in the moan around it, excited that it’s easier each time you hit the base.
Sonny stops trying to stop you, muscles tightening the faster you move, the more your lips suck and suction and fuck, your hand squeezing his balls like he’d taught you is perfect. You're still new at deepthroating him, the first time is the hardest and you’d done it. Before, he’d still his hips to not gag you accidentally, but now he just doesn’t care. His hips snap upwards until he’s fucking your mouth instead of you sucking him off, doing whatever he needs to get to the edge and cross it so you can both get what you need.
The tears roll down your cheeks, mix with your spit, but happiness makes you whole as you recognize the tell-tale signs of Sonny's orgasm. He throws his head back, but you still look at him. You can't stop looking at him. His jaw tenses, the hand on your back loses its grip slightly, hissing as his pace falters. It's a total frenzy.
The tension in his body finally snaps, the coil unraveling as he comes. All the stress is worth it now because he gets to paint your face with his cum, pulling out just in time to add to the mess on those pretty cheeks of yours, leaving his mark one way or another.
You dart your tongue to lick some of it, savoring the familiar taste and wishing for more. Later, when you’re home, Sonny will give you more. You see the long lines of his body sag on the chair, fighting to take proper breaths with his eyes still locked on you, proud and satisfied.
Glued to the floor, you wait for what he wants next.
Sonny only smiles, gripping your chin as he reaches for a handkerchief to clean the mess off your face as much as possible. It’s not enough, so he goes for the wet wipes in the drawers he keeps for late-night activities when he really needs the relief.
When he’s done and you’re back to that sweet, innocent face, he kisses your forehead just like he used to do at bedtime and still does if he’s still in bed with you, then lifts your chin up so he can plant a slow, longing kiss on your lips.
He praises, “Good job, baby.”
You beam at his words, there's that warmth again, spreading from your chest outwards. It only happens with Sonny and you’re glad you broke your rules for this.
"Can I do anything else?" You ask, one last check before you can be truly sure he’s going to be okay.
He shakes his head, giving you one last kiss before saying, "Nothing else, kiddo. Get dressed, I'll be done soon and we can leave. I promise."
i need the stepdad!carisi + barba taking turns on you now 😭
TRUST I NEED THIS AS MUCH AS YOU DO......... also hold on is this my first long awaited stepdad!sonny ask..... i need to frame this up *rubs hands* ngl this was just gna be a short blurb of my thoughts but it kinda spiralled soooo enjoy
closed doors
content warning: 18+, mdni!!! stepcest, stepdad!sonny, dad's friend uncle!rafael, usage of the words dad/daddy/kid, smutty (not full blown, just general descriptions ngl), fingering, unprotected creampies, gender neutral afab!reader x sonny x rafael
pupcarisi's pre-ramble: ummmmm.... this is not rly a proper fic. it's..... um. Something. you can be the judge 🤷♂️ very sonny-centric and Gross, naturally. they don't really Take Turns Per Se here but they share <3 hope yall enjoy this word slop x (~1k words)
sonny is your dearest stepdad who nearly spoils you with how well he treats you, always making sure his beloved kid is well taken care of. he has a framed picture of you smiling brightly on his desk and occasionally, you'd come by visiting his office. everyone knows you're his kid, but they don't know the very important part—that you're fucking him too. it's a secret between you both, just you and dad. no one can know, that's what he said.
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now you've seen this man before, several times while you were growing up and sonny still worked at the precinct. mister barba—he hadn't really made it to uncle status yet, he kinda vanished one day. but here he was again, much older and hairier. he had a head full of grey hair, just like your dad, and oh. he's even more good-looking than what you've remembered.
but how ever hot rafael is now, it doesn't matter because sonny is what actually matters. he's yours forever, and you're only his.
you start seeing mister barba more often now, where sonny invites him over for dinner or when he brings you along for a drink with him. you didn't think too much of it, your dad did tell you that rafael liked having you around—that he just wanted to know more about the current center of sonny's universe.
"please, dear. you can just call me rafael. or uncle, if you feel weird about calling an old man like me by name."
one night, though, things start to get strange. like sonny said from the start, no one can know about you two. he gave you rules about how you should act when there's people around.
but this time, with uncle raf sitting right across, sonny's hand reaches over and splays across your thigh. right out in the open. you notice rafael's hardened gaze and you look up at sonny in shock. he hadn't drank too much, has he?
yet your dad looks completely calm, his skin isn't even flushed red (a tell tale sigh when he's tipsy). he's still talking about something as he swirls his beer bottle with his other hand. the hand on your thigh starts to move inward, more dangerously. you fight the urge to close your legs shut, a growing warmth in your core.
"...d-dad?-"
"it's fine, sweetheart. he thinks you're real pretty. let daddy show you off, okay?"
and so he's touching you. there. right infront of his friend. your pants and underwear quickly discarded somewhere onto the floor and sonny's easing his fingers over your soaked folds.
wasn't this supposed to be a secret—that your dad spreads you open with his fingers before he stuffed you full with his cock? you knew this was wrong... forbidden. taboo. no one could ever possibly understand the sacred bond that you shares with sonny but that's okay. you only needed him.
it's not only him now, is it? there's rafael. you feared he'd react negatively, that he'd recoil and tell sonny he's a disgusting father. you kept this whole thing a tight secret, just as you're told, because you never wanted people to think of sonny like that. sonny is the best dad ever and he's always loved you the way you needed to be loved.
there's a glimmer of adoration in rafael's eyes. or perhaps, a look of envy. maybe he wished that he was lucky enough to have someone like you in his life, someone who he could call home to and have whenever he wanted.
rafael finds himself completely enamoured by the sight before him. how lucky he is, to witness such a vulnerable moment between two lovers.
within moments, you find your climax creeping up from within you. sonny always had that effect on you, turning you into a puddle of mess way too quickly.
"there, ya go... came nice and hard all over daddy's fingers. think you're all warmed up and ready for him?"
ready for... him?
you glance up to see rafael moving towards you and the sight made your skin crawl in fear. you've never had anyone other than sonny. he was your first, and from the things he's said to you thus far—it sounded like he'd be your only.
"shhh- hey, it's alright- just trust dad and uncle raf, we're gonna make you feel good. together. i've told ya before about him being my mentor. you're in good hands, darlin'. i promise."
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nothing could ever prepare you for what had happened that night. you've never felt so full and used before. it definitely didn't help how rafael's cock was much thicker than sonny's, how he'd fucked with greater force and weight with the slam of his hips. yet, he'd still cradle your face gently in his hands (which felt much different from sonny's) and cooed soft praises. there were times where spanish words fell from his lips, which you could only pick out a few words from your fucked out state.
by the time you're done, sonny had the proudest smile on his face. it was much like the grin he had whenever you'd accomplished something big— like when he watched as you crossed the stage during your college graduation ceremony a while back. the difference? he's now just admiring the way your stretched hole was twitching and clenching around nothing as his and rafael's cum dribble out.
after gesturing at rafael to fetch some towels to get you cleaned up, sonny leans over to kiss you on your forehead <3 you did a real good job for daddy, even if it was a little scary having someone else other than him.
something tells you that this won't be the last time...
[END]
anyway. bonus. i did not know where to slot this in because of the pov structure but Basically, what i had in mind was that rafael FIGURES it out HIMSELF that you and sonny are fucking. sonny has been thinking he's real slick and that he'd get away with it btw but rafael notices the way sonny looks at you—as though you're a piece of MEAT. of course, sonny loves you a lot, but god does he neeeeeed to bury his cock deep into your wet pussy at all times. he's fucking starving for you and you don't even notice the full extent. rafael's a sick fuck too (/affectionate) because instead of telling sonny off, he tells him he wants a piece too. i mean... you're a gorgeous young thing, who could ever resist?
You people keep making posts about being pro-kink and pro-weird nasty gay sex but then moments later you're shaming fellow queers for ageplay or cnc or incest shipping and i'm sorry but it doesn't fucking work like that. You are not pro-kink if you're stricken with moral outrage at the extremely basic concept of people playing around with power dynamics. Get the fuck over yourselves.
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