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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?’