christening your blog with thoughts of stepdad!sonny finding out youve been watching stepdad porn....he didn't even know you WATCHED porn let alone something like that so he confronts you about it but he's so icky telling you its okay to have thoughts about him like that and its only natural!! exploiting your curiosity to get his hands on you (tbh ive been meaning to write something like this but have been lazy!!!!) -@ccarisi <333 SO HAPPY U MADE THIS BLOG BTW YAYYY
accidental discovery
summary: Your stepdad Sonny accidentally finds your porn search and decides to show you how much better it would feel in real life.
tags: afab reader, stepdad!sonny, age gap, use of kid/kiddo, daddy kink (obviously), smut, thigh riding, slightest bit of oral sex (reader receiving), unprotected piv, sonny obviously cums inside, how is that even a question?
word count: 4.5k
a/n: yes yes yes!!! im so honored to have the ccarisi as my inaugural freak. also the fact that u want to write it but r too lazy and thats why u requested it😭 i might do the same with you LMFAO. also sorry it took so long!! i tried my best but not sure whether its any good
Sonny really didn't mean to do this, it was... an accident, a sudden blurriness of his mind. One second he's in control of himself and the next he's doing something he promised himself he would never do.
Sonny is a good stepfather. He is! He spent so long building this relationship with you, earning your trust, and really the last thing he wanted was to ruin it by snooping around, but... But then you left your laptop on the kitchen counter, open, still working, and he just wants to make sure he won't screw some of your work by closing it...
And then he sees it. Something familiar catches his eye, something reduced to nothing but a small icon, almost lost in a million other tabs you have open. Sonny has to do a double take because-
Porn?
His sweet child, his baby is watching porn?
The sound of his brain crashing into his skull must have been audible to all the neighbors. The evidence is right in front of him, but he still finds it hard to believe. The image of you, so innocent and perfect, just couldn't be put together with all the filth Sonny himself saw on the site.
The cursor moves to the offending tab, shaking slightly, as Sonny keeps fighting the new images his mind produced. Were you simply curious, and it's a one time thing? Or do you have a habit of opening up your laptop for some alone time, only one headphone in because you wouldn't want anyone else to accidentally overhear what you are watching but also needed to hear what's going on around you? Do you sit in front of your desk, your hand snaking its way into your underwear when you can no longer wait? Or do you lay in your bed, starting slowly, warming up gradually and breathing heavily as the pleasure rolls through you?
Sonny has to swallow against all the possibilities. His imagination is his worst enemy, huh?
The cursor is sitting over the icon, this is Sonny's last chance to get a grip on himself and stop. He's your stepfather... And he can't take those images out of his head.
Sonny clicks on the site, and it reloads automatically as if you haven't visited the open tab in a while. Sonny doesn't even breathe, as he waits for the interface to load, the outline of where the video and title are supposed to go teasing him, until finally-
My stepdad ruined my pussy
What?
Sonny blinks hard to see whether his eyes are betraying him, but no. The title stays the same. Sonny doesn't care about the preview, he simply scrolls until he hits the recommended for you only to see more similar titles. But that's the algorithm, right? Showing stuff close to what you are already watching in the moment? Sonny hits the previous page button, half wishing to see that it was a mistake, a misclick on your side that you forgot about. However the previous page is a search with one single word.
Stepdad.
A whole search of stepdad porn.
Sonny's dick does a very well-explained twitch inside his underwear. Everything he can see in his mind is you trying to bring relief on yourself with nothing but your short fingers, imagining how differently Sonny's long ones would feel on you, inside of you. All the times you call him daddy -- do you imagine saying that in different circumstances? The way you reacted to him just a week ago, when Sonny accidentally spilled coffee on his shirt and took it off right in the kitchen, leaving himself topless, how you turned away -- he thought you just wanted to give him some privacy, but it wasn't the case, huh?
Some noise from your room makes Sonny finally come back from his imagination only to see the search on your laptop once again. He can pretend he never saw a thing -- which would be the right thing to do, the moral thing but... But he's passed the point of no return some time ago when he couldn't stop himself from jerking off to the image of you in that beautiful breathtaking outfit you wore to a gathering with your friends. And you want him back, so it feels like a natural progression, no?
Sonny picks up your laptop, not closing it, making sure the tab is still open, as he walks to your room, the screen turned to his chest. The door is open, but Sonny still knocks on the door frame, leaning on it.
"It's dad," he calls out, even though the two of you are home alone, still delighted at the way the title sounds. You turn from your desk, looking up from your phone, a little questioning hum falling from your lips. "Ya forgot your laptop," he says, raising it up unnecessarily. He sees the way your eyes widen in an anxious motion, as you stand up to take it from him.
"Sorry, didn't mean to-" you walk up to him, but he pulls the laptop away from you. "Dad?"
"I couldn't help but notice somethin'..."
Your heart speeds up nervously. What did you have open? It had to be your essay, right? Did he notice a mistake? He watches the thoughts run through your mind and decides to take pity on you, turning the laptop around. Your cheeks heat up, and you snatch the laptop, quickly close it just to put away the image of the porn site and almost throw it on your desk.
"I'm- I- it's not what you-" you mumble, trying to find at least some kind of a flimsy excuse, but Sonny isn't having it. He steps closer to you, when you suddenly change tactics, shame flowing out in anger. "Wait, how did you even find it? Did you snoop in my laptop?! It's my space, you didn't have the right to do so!"
It's so unlike you to be angry at Sonny, to raise your voice at him, that Sonny is stunned for a second. He looks at you but sees no actual negative feelings, just shame and even fear that hides behind slashing fury. And still -- he didn't raise a brat.
With his long arm Sonny reaches out until his fingers circle your wrist and tugs you close. You weren't expecting it and stumble forward, your nose almost hitting his chest, when Sonny raises your head by your chin -- and despite the rough moves his fingers are still so gentle, making your head spin.
"How could I not find it?" he asks lowly. "When you left it right out in the open? It's like you wanted me to find it, kiddo."
Your breath catches in your chest at his tone, so sultry and leering. You've never heard it before, but it's already making its way deep into your body. You try to shy away, but Sonny's fingers on your chin don't let you hide.
"Dad?.."
"It's okay, sweetheart. It's only natural to have thoughts like these. You were simply curious, weren't ya?" his hands move, until one finds a new place on the small of your back and the other on your cheek. "Just a curious little thing."
The atmosphere changes completely, your shame replaced by the heated swirls deep in your belly. Sonny's fingers draw over the open skin of your face, calming you down further.
"What... Dad, what are you doing?" you question quietly, even if you both know that you both realize where all of this is heading. Your brain just can't comprehend the taboo of your own feelings coupled with Sonny's actions.
"Just tell me no," he says, both his thumb and his eyes tracing your lover lip. "Tell me no and I'll stop," he asks despite being unsure whether he can. The soft skin under his fingertips, the way your mouth fell slightly open under his advances, the disbelieving look in your eyes that borders on hungry. There's nothing short of mortal danger that could stop him now -- and even then he'd fight tooth and nail to get back to you. But you don't say no, you just look at him silently, and he takes it as his answer.
Sonny leans down, pressing his lips against yours. They are soft, exploring carefully every centimeter, not missing even the tiniest bit. He stops to watch your reaction, how your eyelids tremble in pleasure and how you lean into him, chasing his mouth with your own- And it breaks all the possible stops in him. He comes back a lot more ravenous, and you gasp, your lips falling open under the onslaught, which Sonny instantly takes advantage of. His tongue enters your mouth, pulling out a small moan out of you, and Sonny reacts by pressing you straight into him, his grip tightening. Your hands fall on his chest, bunching the fabric of his t-shirt in your fists. While you savor the feeling of his firm body, you realize that there's something else firm under his clothes, his sweatpants only slightly softening the outline of his hard cock. You push closer against it, swallowing the quiet groan Sonny makes straight into your mouth. His fingers bundle up your sweatshirt, until he frees it from your shorts, expertly diving down to trace just over the elastic band.
"How was that, doll?" Sonny asks when he pulls away, his hand leaving a burning imprint on the small of your back. "Was that good?" he smiles at the breathy uh-huh you let out. "Did ya like your stepdad kissing ya?" Your breath stutters completely at the reminder of the impropriety of it all. Your hands start letting go of him, trying to withdraw, but Sonny doesn't let you do so. "Hey, hey, kid. It's okay. We are just exploring your curiosity, no harm if we're both game, right?" he watches your reaction and sees that it's not enough to convince you, your eyes still not meeting his. "C'mon, doll, I always know what ya need, don't I? And I always take care of everything," he says, feeling you relax once again against him. He tucks your hair behind your ear, watching with fond amusement how a stubborn strand falls back. "Lemme take care of ya, sweetheart. Show ya exactly what you've been wanting."
You melt completely against his body, whimpering shallowly. You obviously imagined how it would feel, but you could never expect just how hot and bothered Sonny's words would make you. Sonny kisses you again, and this time you answer a bit more confidently, reaching out with your own tongue to meet his. Your hand skates down his body, stops just shy of the waistband of his pants. Sonny covers your hand with his own but doesn't yet move it, simply holds, supportive and encouraging.
"It's okay, kiddo," he says softly between kisses. "You can touch, go on."
Your fingertips trail lower, careful and barely there, as you trace over the bulge, salivating at the feeling. If it's already so large still hidden in the sweatpants, then how would it feel free of any clothes? You press your palm against the hardness, reveling in Sonny's groan.
"Oh, sweetheart, you are a natural. Guess all that porn didn't go to waste, eh?" he says, rolling his hips shallowly. Your cheeks heat up at the reminder, but Sonny kisses the shame away until you are back to being a pliant mess in his hold. "There we go. It's so much better when ya just relax and let daddy take care of ya, right?" You nod, as his fingers finally dive under your shorts, play with your underwear. "Though, I am curious about those videos ya watch."
"What about them?" you ask, torn between wanting to hear more of the filth your stepfather unexpectedly has inside of him and wishing to have his lips on your own again.
Sonny presses his thigh between your legs, and you can't help but gasp at the feeling, your hand flying up to grasp at Sonny's shirt once again. It's been so long since a man spent any longer than strictly necessary on simply making out with a side of frottage, instead going further the moment he thought you'd be wet enough, only caring about his own pleasure.
Of course Sonny would be different, spending time on making sure you are all warm and heated before moving on. This is the same Sonny who took care of you since the moment he appeared in your life, who put all your needs first and his own second, if that. Obviously he would continue doing so now too.
"What do you like most about 'em?" he questions, moving his thigh lightly, the friction delicious even through layers of clothes. "What gets you so hot and bothered, kiddo? Apart from imagining it's me and you?"
Sonny's words whisper against your ear, as he traces his lips along the edge of your jaw, the heated breath sending shivers down your spine. How do you even explain everything that's going on in your mind? Your gaze falls to the ground, but Sonny feels the barely there change and leans back to look you right in the eyes.
"What's your favorite one, doll?"
You swallow heavily. "It's uhm..." he presses you forward, right onto his thigh, and you instantly remember that one video you like coming back to. Sonny makes a questioning sound, urging you to go on. "The- the man is sitting-" you interrupt yourself with a whine, as Sonny steps away from you.
Until you realize that he's sitting down on your bed and waves his hand for you to continue. You come closer, stopping just shy of him but close enough for him to reach out.
"And he pulls the other actor on his lap- his thigh," you describe the porn further, and Sonny grabs you by the wrist, swiftly maneuvering you to sit down, your legs falling apart to bracket one of his. The pressure against your groin is back full forth, and you let out a small moan.
"And what happens next?" Sonny asks, his breath ghosting across your face. However you can see that he caught on to the mood of the video you are retelling. "Does he tell them to ride it, hm? Be the good kid I raised you to be and ride my thigh? Is that it? If you want to feel good, you have to work for it, sweetheart. That's what you wanna hear?"
"Uhuh. It's about..." you grind shallowly on his thigh, barely holding on to the thoughts running away from your grasp. "About the authority. About..."
"About knowing that your daddy is in charge? That I can make you do whatever I want, and you'll be all too happy to comply?" Sonny's smirk is dark and heavy, as he revels in the amount of power you want him to have over you. "Oh, kiddo. My sweet baby," he cups your face in one hand, the other griping tight at your waist. "I can feel ya trying to restrain yourself, waiting for my permission. Ya've always been so polite... Go on now, ride my thigh, doll. Get yourself off."
You can feel the underwear sticking to your skin, and the fact that you are so wet just from a bit of clothed touch is only making you hotter. Your hips move, unbridled now that Sonny told you specifically what to do, while your arms scratch over the material of his shirt, wishing it was his back instead. Sonny keeps encouraging you, both with his hands pressing your body closer and his words, the constant litany of "there ya go, sweetheart" and "that's it, doll, gimme more of those tiny moans" and "so perfect for daddy, kiddo".
And then Sonny swallows the next sound right of your mouth and says, "Always knew you'd be good, but this is so much better. Such a pretty baby, all for me, all for your daddy," his fingers fall to your waist before moving upwards, bunching up the material of your shirt higher and higher, exposing your stomach. His eyes follow hungrily, taking in all the perfect skin before him. "God, you are the most beautiful thing I've seen in my life, kiddo," he finally brings his mouth back to yours, your tongues meeting in the middle before his makes its way further into your mouth. Your underwear is now drenched in your arousal, and you have less than a second to wonder whether it managed to make its way through your shorts down lower, when Sonny speaks up. "Shit, kiddo, you're so wet you're making a mess on daddy's pants."
Indeed, when you look down, you can see the glistening on the darkened material beneath you, which drives your speed up and your sounds loud.
"D-daddy, I'm so close," you pant out, and Sonny shudders both at the breathy way you call for him and the overall mix of words he never expected to hear from you. You don't know where the next question originates from, but it feels right, fitting. "Can I cum, daddy?"
Sonny slants your lips together again, but this time it's almost bruising, the strength behind the movement unrelenting.
"So polite, sweetheart, remembering ya manners so well," he says hungrily. His hands dig deeper, leaving behind pretty bruises. "I wanna watch ya fall apart just from grinding on my thigh, doll. Cum for daddy."
In just a couple more thrusts you can feel the pleasure wash over you like a tidal wave. You slump forward, holding Sonny tightly, as your hips stutter over his leg, wringing out the most of your climax.
"Oh, what a pretty mess," Sonny coos, pressing a kiss to your temple. "And all mine."
He tucks the hair that falls on your face away lovingly, as you catch your breath. It's the safest and warmest you have ever felt -- right in your stepfather's arms, and it's no different now, as he holds you close after one of the most intense orgasms of your live.
And then you feel his dick, still hard, against your knee.
"Where do ya think you're going, sweetheart?" Sonny asks, when you try to shuffle away, stops you with a strong hand and a raised eyebrow.
"I wanted to help you out now, daddy," you say with one hand falling on his closed erection once again.
Sonny still can't believe that this is all real. His sweet child, so debauched and still so shy at the same time, offering to get him off. You look up at him from under your eyelashes, and Sonny's breath catches. He was planning on leaving the room to take care of himself while the image was still fresh in his mind, but this is so much better. In one sure motion he moves you on top of the bed, leaning over you and pressing his hips down until they are flush with yours.
"I taught ya well, didn't I?" Sonny comments on your manners once again. "So eager to please and give back. How can I say no when you are asking so prettily?"
He pulls your shorts off of you and stops at the sight of your underwear, drenched in your fluids. Sonny can't help himself when he leans down to press his nose right in the center, then licking up a line, reveling in the way your legs automatically try to close. His tongue trails over the fabric, but it's not enough, so he rips your underwear off and slants back to your pussy, drinking up hungrily.
"Daddy!" you whine, your legs twitching close, so Sonny keeps them apart with his hands, his nose bumping your clit as his tongue dives as deep as it can. "Daddy, please," you beg without knowing what for. You just need him, more of him, all of him, but Sonny doesn't move away until he has had enough. His chin is glistening, and he wipes it with his fingers only to lick them clean, not willing to miss a drop. "I thought we were helping you," you puff, and Sonny smirks at you.
"Oh, that was for me, kiddo," he replies simply, finally working on his pants. "I'd stay between your legs for longer, until ya screamed yourself hoarse, if I didn't need to feel ya squeeze around me right now."
You gasp, suddenly very interested in a repeat performance where Sonny does exactly that. But in the meantime his pants and underwear finally fall away, and you swallow at the sight of his dick, naked, hard and big, a lot bigger than any of the boys you slept with before.
"Like what ya see, doll?" Sonny asks before sensing your unease. He leans over you again and pulls your hand to his cock. "It's not that scary, ya just need to get used to it. C'mon, give it a coupla tugs," his fingers cover yours, tighten to show you to do the same. Sonny starts moving his hand, basically jerking himself off with your hand. "Fuck, that feels good, kiddo. Ya like making daddy feel good?"
You nod, speeding up by yourself, as you get more familiar with the hard flesh under your fingertips. Your thumb trails over the head of Sonny's cock, picking up a drop of precum, and you can't stop yourself from pulling your hand away to lick it off. The taste is so uniquely Sonny that you moan, looking him straight in the eyes to see his pupils dilate.
"Remind me to give ya a taste of the full thing later," Sonny groans, getting more comfortable between your legs. He taps his dick against your pussy, then slides it through your lips to coat himself in the slick. "Take a deep breath for me, kiddo."
You comply automatically, and Sonny pushes the blunt head forward, not letting up until it slips inside of you. You both let out a sound -- yours a moan, and his a groan at the way you grip him tight. Sonny doesn't stop, just keeps pressing in, and the stretch is burning, making you whine in something too close to distress for Sonny's liking. But he can't stop, not when he feels you squeeze so strongly around him, the tightness simply delicious.
"Shh, sweetheart, I know it hurts, I know," Sonny coos, leaving tender kisses all over your face, as you let more of those almost sobs. His cock seems to be endless with the way it just doesn't stop pushing deeper and deeper inside of you. Sonny pulls one hand down to stroke at your clit in an attempt to ease the pain of stretch. "But you're doing so good, taking me so well, kiddo. Like you were made for this, for me."
And it certainly does because as much as it hurts, it also feels right. The way Sonny's dick makes a home for itself inside of you, molding your walls until they are a perfect fit just for him, until nobody else would feel anywhere near as good as this.
Sonny stops only when he physically can't push any further, his balls pressed against you, his tip so deep it kisses your cervix. His finger keeps circling your clit.
"See? Snug as a bug," he breathes out. Your face is still scrunched up in discomfort, but he wants- no, needs to move, and the only way forward is through, right? He starts withdrawing slowly, and your legs circle his waist to slow him down. "Christ, sweetheart, your pussy's clenched so tight, it's like it doesn't want me to leave," he groans, pushing the tiny part that just left back inside.
Sonny works your pussy in small thrusts, making them bigger every time, until the burn turns enjoyable, the remnants of pain only spurring the pleasure on. The fullness that felt so alien just moments ago now is a welcomed friend that you miss whenever Sonny pulls out for too long. He can see the change in you, your moans still as high pitched, but your face free of the frown now, lost to the pleasure rolling through you once again.
"Better, right?" Sonny smirks, and you nod dumbly.
"More, please."
The smirk grows bigger. "Need more of daddy's cock?" he asks, watching you bob your head like one of those car toys. His thrusts speed up, his thumb matching the pace. "Has anyone made ya feel like this before, kiddo? No?" the thought of being the only one able to bring such pleasure to you is hotter than the Sun, and Sonny positively shines when you confirm it, speeding up even more. "'Cause daddy knows best, sweetheart. Only daddy can give it to ya, only daddy knows how to take care of this hungry pussy," he groans, slaps his hips into yours. "And it is hungry, eh? Squeezing me so tight, like you're trying to milk me dry. D'ya want that? For daddy to cum inside ya?"
Sonny was the one to give you the talk all those years ago, the one who made sure you understood all the risks. But somehow, when Sonny's pounding you into the mattress of your bed, you don't care about any consequences. All you can think about is Sonny's dick, Sonny's cum and how you want it all inside of you.
"Please, daddy," you beg, as the second orgasm crawls all over you, waiting for the right moment to strike. "Please, cum in me, I want it, daddy, please, please-"
Sonny swears under his nose, feeling the way you clench up with every please. "And to think ya were so shy in the beginning," he huffs. "Don't worry, kiddo, daddy'll give ya everything. Make sure that every last drop is inside of ya, nothing's going to waste. Give ya every single load, won't cum anywhere that isn't your pretty mouth or pussy."
The image of that scenario, of Sonny simply pushing you into the nearest surface and slotting inside of you whenever he needs some relief, is what finally pushes you over the edge. You cry out, uncaring about the noise level or literally anything else, just holding tight as Sonny fucks you through it sloppily, losing himself too.
"Fuck, that's it, kiddo, cum all over daddy's cock like the good little slut I'll teach ya to be," Sonny growls, the head of his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust. "Here it comes, take it, kid, take all of my cum-"
Sonny's hips stutter, as his cum paints your insides. Sonny continues to thrusts lazily, fucking his cum deeper into you with every move, until the sensations become too much. Only then does he stop but stays inside, plugging you up.
"What do ya say after dad did what ya wanted?" Sonny asks in amusement to see how far your sex obedience reaches. However he didn't account for you brain to be completely blissed out, fucked out to distinguish the joke.
"Thank you, daddy," you mumble, hiding your face in his shoulder.
"Better than the porn?" he pushes, intrigued.
"So much," you sigh dreamily.
Sonny laughs, presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, as you doze off, sated and relaxed. He will pull out and clean you up, put some clothes back on you and bundle you up for sleep before leaving to cook dinner, but all of that will be later. For now Sonny will stay with you, watch over your sleep-warm body. Maybe close his eyes for a moment too, but only for a moment.
