#l&o svu

[ncis-nerd]

I've got you babe

Ship: Olivia Benson x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, SA mention in detail, Fluff, Pet Names, Tickling, Older GF x Younger GF, Age Difference, Slight Mommy Kink.

About: A case gone wrong leaves you upset especially since you can relate to the case so you blame yourself but your older girlfriend Olivia provides a shoulder to cry on and comforts you.

Word Count: 792

Miscellaneous Masterlist

"Cmon baby, no need to be so shy. It's just me. Just mommy, my sweet girl. Let mommy see your pretty face, hm?" Olivia cooed.

The older woman coaxed you out of your little cocoon. Your head was buried in her shoulder.

As you slowly begins to pull away, your teary-eyes met Liv's.

"Oh honey.." Olivia sighed sadly.

She knew that this last case had taken a toll on you. The outcome of the case was so upsetting you took it personally, blaming yourself. Olivia's eyes, full of care and concern for you, scanned your face awaiting your reaction.

"Livie" you called out, finally your voice broke.

Olivia watched as the fragile girl began to sob. You attempted to cover your face with your fingers to spare your older girlfriend the energy of consoling you.

There was nothing Olivia could say to change the outcome of the case but what she knew talking would help her little love.

As captain, Olivia is aware of your background, how you were sexually assaulted in the past. She knew you could relate to the case on a deeper level, which is why you took the verdict so hard.

She sighed softly, her hand stroking your hair as the other caressed your back in attempt to ground you.

A few minutes passed, Liv was giving you the space to cry and let it all out before talking to you. There was no rush for you to open up, she understood. Liv has experienced this in victims and even in her own complicated history.

You sat limp in her arms as your tears met a halt. Your fingers started to trace light circles on Liv's back.

Olivia took this as a sign that you were ready to talk.

"Honey?" Liv spoke softly, her hand resting softly on your back.

You hummed in response.

"Are you ready to talk about it, my love?" The older woman asked, her face scanning you for signs of distress.

You and Liv had this agreement that you would always talk about it. If something was bugging the other, then you wouldn't let it escalate to an argument or fight. To talk about it and dispute the problem before it gets worse.

You scooted over, leaving some space between the two, but not much. Your hand clutched Liv's, not that she minded.

Olivia knew some form of physical touch helped you to ground you. It served as reassurance that Olivia was real and you would be okay eventually.

You let out a shaky breath before glancing back at Liv. She nodded, motioning for you to go on.

"I think the reason this case is getting to me so much is because this has happened to me. Not this exact situation but I was touched... without my consent..a-and I've told you about it briefly but..." Your voice broke, gripping Liv's hand tightly.

With her other hand, Olivia reached out to rub your back. Subtly reminding you to breathe.

"P-part of me wished someone had came to save me, but no one ever did. It got worse but you know what? I grew up, and got the hell out of there." You exhaled, feeling a huge weigh lifted off your chest.

"That's right my love. What you experienced, is horrible, I have no words. But you're right, you got the hell out of there and I'm so proud of you for that. Shows how strong you are, look how far you came. You help people everyday, you are amazing, my gorgeous, generous, girlfriend." her voice softened with affection.

You let out a soft giggle in response. Liv, obviously confused, shoots you a puzzled look.

The older woman furrowed her eyebrows.

"That all started with g's, I just thought it was funny." You squeaked in a lighter tone.

"Oh? Hm? Funny am I?" Liv pushed, climbing onto you, trapping you beneath her.

You raised an eyebrow towards your girlfriend who looked like she was plotting something. Olivia smirked as she attacked you with tickles.

"l-livie!" You squealed.

"How funny am I now? Hm, sweetheart?" Liv teased.

You squirmed beneath her, out of breath "l-liv i can't breath!!" You giggled. "Oh, can't you now baby? " Liv inched closer towards you, pressing her lips against yours.

Liv fell in the empty space beside you, her hand caressed your face.

Your eyes met Olivia's warm brown eyes as you leaned into Livia's touch.

"I love you so much, babe." You whispered quietly.

"You are so perfect, angel." Liv whispered in response.

The two of you gazed at each other with nothing other than love. Laying in silence, clutching onto one another, as you both fell asleep tangled up in silence.

a/n: like, reblog and comment for more!!

[spicyschemmenti]

ALEX CABOT ⋆˙⟡ MASTERLIST

ALEX CABOT x FEMALE SASSY BIMBO PERSONAL ASSISTANT

BRAINS, BEAUTY & CHAOS - synopsis: when a grumpy detective underestimates you, assuming you’re just alex cabot’s ditzy, high-heeled assistant, you effortlessly pick apart his case with a giggle and a well-placed nail tap, leaving him speechless and alex way too intrigued

NEEDING A BREAK - synopsis: a high-profile case has alex more stressed than usual and you take it upon yourself to do what you do best: drive her insane until she finally admits she needs a break

BID FOR MY HEART - synopsis: you’ve always known how to get under alex’s skin, but when you’re auctioned off as a prize for a charity event, you know exactly how to make her crack. with your playful teasing and audacious confidence, you make sure she’s the one who bids the highest to take you on a date. whether she wants to or not

BOSS MOVES - synopsis: you push, she resists but not as much as she should. and when alex finally caves, taking you out under the guise of not taking you out, it’s only a matter of time before she stops pretending she isn’t enjoying every second of it

[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

I feel like in Evolution, Paget Brewster has become to Criminal Minds what Mariska Hargitay is to Law & Order: SVU.

THEN…

2006/ 1999

NOW…

2024…

[kellyrutherfords]

you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.

[scarlettjemily]

screaming, crying, throwing up

law & order svu | 25x7

[alexandra-cabots]

Alexandra "Alex" Cabot + Lawyer Text Posts

[gillslyds]

Inside Out 2 if it was filmed inside my head

[catholicguiltcore]

why is ada the most lgbt role on svu

[iriily]

All time favourite Christopher Meloni tweet

[scottstiles]

Law & Order: SVU ↳ 20x17 Missing

[teddykisser]

Protective & Possessive

Part 2 to Our Little Family

Beautiful Things

Captain Olivia Benson x Pregnant Female Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy, Kissing, Fluff, Mean Remarks, Secret Pregnancy, Protective Rolline, Posessive Reader, Massage, Dead Bodies, Suggestive Themes, Horny Reader, Brief D/S Dynamic Mention, Slight Smut Towards End.

You were back at work the next day. Your lunch break spent in Olivia's office. You rested your hands on your stomach, in awe that there was really a baby in there.

Olivia sat at her desk, admiring you. A soft smile was present on her face as you touched your stomach. Olivia herself was still in shock that you were pregnant.

She gently turned your head back up to meet hers, giving you a sweet kiss before pulling away and looking at you. "Are you sure you're okay?" She asked softly, still holding your waist.

Her gaze fell onto you.

"Mhm, better get back out there.." You nodded, beginning to detach yourself from her arms.

"I'll see you later, sweetheart. Let me know if you need anything." Olivia added.

You closed the door behind you as you watched Rollins return from her break.

"Hi Y/N" She smiled, sitting at her desk.

"Hey Manda, what's new?" You spoke, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

"There's been a break in the case" Munch interrupted.

As Munch briefed the team, Olivia focused on the work in front of her. She was only half paying attention to what was going on. She was still thinking about earlier, thinking about you being pregnant with her child. The thought alone filled her with warmth. She knew this would be something she'd be thinking about for the rest of the day.

The case required the team to go into the field. Olivia grabbed her coat and bag to follow everyone else into action. The case wasn't too bad, thankfully. She walked with the team, making sure to keep an eye on you throughout. She couldn't help but be a bit protective, especially knowing that you were now carrying a baby, her baby.

There was a dead body that had been dead for a few days so it had a rancid smell. You tried to resist gagging and keep your composure. This action didn't go unnoticed by Liv.

She saw your expression as you saw the body and inched closer to you. Olivia placed her hand on your back, rubbing it gently. "You okay, dear?" She asked. She didn't want you to be too stressed, especially now. She was a bit concerned for your health.

"Y-Yeah.. it's just the s-smell" You admitted, whispering in her ear. You didn't want the rest of the team to know the news just yet. Didn't wanna jinx it.

Olivia nodded and kept a hand on your back, gently rubbing circles with her thumb, trying to comfort you. "Oh. My love.. It's going to be alright. Just breathe for me, okay?" She knew the next few months wouldn't be easy for you but it will be so worth it.

"You alright, Y/N? It's not your first dead body, is it?" Munch remarked, his eyes judging you.

Olivia looked up, her eyes glared at the other detective. This wasn't the time or place for jokes. She moved her hand from your back, instead putting it on your stomach, rubbing it softly. "It's alright," she reassured you, ignoring the other detective's comment.

"You know she's one of the younger agents leave her alone" Rollins spoke, referring to your age. Rollins was very motherly to you, and protective of you so she came to your rescue.

"Thank you, Amanda" Olivia turned to Rollins, giving her a nod. She hated when her teammates made comments that were just insensitive. She knew they didn't mean to be rude, but now was certainly not the time. The captain kept her hand on your stomach, rubbing it gently.

"In public?" You mouthed, refering to Liv's hand caressing your stomach. You didn't want your team to find out and this was a dead giveaway.

Olivia knew what you meant. She couldn't help but feel a bit protective and wanted everyone to know, but she also wasn't quite ready for anyone to know yet. She knew it would only be a matter of time before someone put the pieces together. "You're doing so well, don't worry about the others." She whispered, trying to reassure you.

༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚

The team had returned back to the office, wrapping up the case. You were in Olivia's office, relaxing. The team knew of your relationship with the captain but they didn't know that you two were trying to have a child.

Olivia's hovered behind you, her hands working the knots in your shoulder. "You're so tense, my love.." Olivia spoke softly.

You closed your eyes, lending your hand back slightly. A quiet groan escaped from your lips.

"That's it baby, let it all out" Olivia encouraged. Her lips ghosted your neck.

"You're such a good girl, my best girl" She praised.

You stood up, backing Liv against the wall. Your gaze darkened, you bit your lip as your hand found it's way around her neck.

"Shh.. Gotta keep quiet Captain.." You smirked, you sucked on the skin on her neck, taking it between your teeth.

"Mine" You whimpered against her.

Olivia couldn't lie, she was turned on by your possessiveness, and slightly curious of where it came from. She wasn't complaining though.

"B-baby.. we're a-at work" She reminded you, trying to keep her composure and not submit to you. She didn't want to give up her power but God you felt so good against her.

"Mmm.. don't you want this Liv.." Yiu mumbled against her, your other hand snaked down to her stomach, resting just below her pants.

"We're still at work, we'll have time for this later." Olivia added gently, pulling your face away from her neck.

"Benson! Y/L/N!" A voice exclaimed from the briefing room.

Olivia jumped, pulling away from you. She straightened her shirt and ran a hand through her hair to mess it around a bit so there wasn't as much evidence of what had just happened.

[theclowningbusiness]

Time for Us

This is honestly short and sweet <33 The description sounds like it's gonna be smutty but I swear it isn't

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader

Tropes: None rly?

Warnings: Some undressing and kissing, but nothing graphic, fluffy intimacy

Other tags: Rafael Barba’s suspenders ™ , soft Rafael 😭

Background: You’re a detective at the SVU and you’re dating Barba.

Description: You and your boyfriend, Rafael, have been busy at work and haven’t had much time for one another. While working late at his office, the two of you end up sharing a few kisses on his couch. Where do things go when you realize his office is a little too hot?

    You let out a sigh as you sat back against the couch. Looking at your phone, you realized that you and your boyfriend had been working on the case for much longer than you’d thought.

    “We’ve been at this for hours,” you sighed, scooting over to sit closer to Rafael, running one hand over his back.

    Your boyfriend let out a groan, sitting up from where he’d been leant over the papers on the table in front of the both of you. He leaned into your touch, humming softly.

    “It’s a tough case,” he complained, leaning against the back of the couch.

    As he leaned back, you let your hand slide up to rest on the back of his neck. You ran your fingers through the shorter hairs there.

    “I know,” you nodded in agreement. “That’s why I’m here, to help you with it. But,” you started, leaning in to kiss his cheek, “Neither of us are any good if we’re exhausted.”

    “You’re right,” he nodded. He closed his eyes, running one hand over his face.

    He looked tired. He’d been working so hard on the case, and you could tell it was getting to him. His tie and jacket had both been abandoned hours ago, and his suspenders no longer rested on his shoulders, but were pushed off and now hung around his waist on the couch. The top two buttons on his shirt were undone and his sleeves were both rolled up around his forearms. 

    Even when he was exhausted and overworking himself, you had to admit, the man was handsome. Sexy, even.

    You smiled to yourself at the thought, just enjoying the silence while you played with your boyfriend’s hair. His eyes opened and he looked over at you.

    “What are you smiling about?” He questioned, moving one hand to run over the leg closest to him. 

    “You just look handsome,” you answered honestly, shrugging. “Can’t I just admire my boyfriend?”

    “We’ve been here working all day, and that’s what you’re thinking about right now? Aren’t you tired of looking at me?” He hummed out curiously.

   “Nope,” you nodded, scooting in closer and using your free hand to cup his face. “I’ll never get tired of looking at you.”

    “Are you trying to sweeten me up for something?” He asked, eyes narrowing.

    “Can’t you just accept that I think you’re handsome?” You laughed softly, shaking your head. You leaned in, giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

    With no way to reply, Rafael responded by humming against your lips. He relaxed farther into the couch, pulling you closer to him. By the time you pulled away, you were nearly on his lap.

    “If you keep kissing me like that, I’ll accept just about anything you say,” he smiled, pecking your lips.

    “Sounds like a win win,” you shrugged. You moved around until you were comfortably seated on his lap. You sat sideways across his thighs, one arm wrapped around his shoulders, the other rested on his chest.

    “Is this part of the deal too?” He teased, one brow raised.

    “I think I could throw it in,” you returned his teasing, leaning in to once again press your lips to his.

    Rafael let one hand run over your outer thigh while the other was planted firmly on your hip. Your hand on his chest slowly drifted up until it could rest on the side of his throat, your fingertips brushing the hair on the nape of his neck.

    His hand held your hip tighter, keeping you pressed closely to him. Not that you wanted to move anyways.

    You only pulled away from his lips when you needed to get a lung full of air. You didn’t go far, though, your forehead leaning into his. The two of you took a few slow breaths as you tried to calm down. 

    “I’ve missed this,” you admitted. “We’ve both been working so much lately, we haven’t had time for us.”

    “I know,” he agreed, his voice soft. “I’m sorry.”

    “It’s not your fault, it’s both of our jobs, not just yours,” you argued, not wanting him to think you were blaming him in the slightest. It truly was just your busy work lives.

    “This weekend, when this case is over, let’s just take those days for us,” he suggested. “Nothing work related,” he added.

    “That sounds nice,” you hummed happily. “I’d really like that, Raf.”

    “Then that’s what we’ll do,” he gave a small, affirmative nod. “For now, though,” he sighed, “We really should get back to work on this case.”

    “I hate that you’re right,” you huffed. You moved off of his lap, plopping down on the couch next to him.

    “You always hate when I’m right,” he joked.

    “That’s because you’re right too often, it’s infuriating. And a lot of the time, also attractive, which makes it doubly annoying,” you complained, though there was no real disdain in your words.

    “Thank you,” he paused, “I think.” With that, he started to lean over the table to get back to work.

    You stopped him, a hand gently grabbing his shoulder.

    “Before we get back to work, can we maybe turn the AC up?” You asked, “I’m starting to feel a little hot,” you frowned, your fingers starting to undo the buttons on his shirt.

    “It’s a little hot in here,” he agreed. “But why are you unbuttoning my shirt?” He asked, his eyes narrowed.

    “Oh, no reason,” you shrugged innocently, smiling at him.

    “Okay, you’re tired and you’re getting delusional,” he teased, gently taking both of your hands in his. “Maybe we go home and get some rest, then come back to this with fresh eyes in the morning.”

    “It’s almost like I suggested that a few minutes ago,” you deadpanned. “We both need the rest, Raf, and you know it.”

    “Then let’s go home,” he nodded, standing from the couch and stretching with a soft groan. He buttoned his shirt back up and slid his suspenders back over his shoulders. 

    You stood up as well, grabbing both your coat and his, as well as his tie. Truthfully, you just wanted to get home as soon as you could.

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    “I’m not sure I’ve ever been so happy to see this bed,” you let out a dry laugh as the two of you walked into your shared bedroom. You had already discarded your shoes and both jackets at the door, so all that was left was getting undressed and ready for bed.

    “You say that every time you come home after a long day,” Rafael chuckled, rolling his neck as he undid his suspenders, putting them back into their place in the dresser.

    “Well it’s just always true,” you argued. 

    You crossed the room, only stopping when you were standing in front of Rafael. You slid your hands down his chest and stomach, carefully pulling his shirt from where it had been tucked into his pants. Once it was untucked, your hands made their way back up, stopping when they reached his top button. Much like you had done earlier in his office, you began undoing the buttons on his shirt.

    “You’re starting to make a habit of this, you know?” He teased, but made no move to stop you. His hands found your hips and rested there as you slowly undid his shirt.

    “You don’t seem to mind,” you countered, finally undoing the last button.

    “I don’t mind, not at all,” he nodded, tilting his head as he looked at you.

    You reached up, pushing his dress shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. The shirt fell into a pile on the floor behind him. Once his shirt was discarded, you wrapped your arms around his middle and pressed closer to him. You tucked your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes.

    “This is exactly what I wanted,” you said softly, practically melting into his chest. “I’ve just really been missing time with you. I know we spend all day together sometimes, but we’re working. I’ve been missing you as my boyfriend and not just the squad’s prosecutor.”

    Rafael’s arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you even closer to his body. 

    “We both get caught up in our work,” he sighed, “I promise, we’ll make more time for us from now on. I’ve missed you too.”

    “I love you, Raf,” you spoke quietly, turning your head to place a gentle kiss on the bare skin of his shoulder.

    “I love you too, mi amor, so much,” he replied, kissing your head.

    Even if work got busy, and your only time was stolen kisses when working late, for Rafael, you knew it was worth it.

[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

You think you can hurt me? I have unhealthy parasocial relationships with THEM:

You cannot hurt me more than I have already hurt myself.

[olderwomenenthusiast]

she's in control (alex cabot)

PAIRING: alex cabot & fem reader DESCRIPTION: you were meant to be focusing on the team's meeting but alex made sure you were only focused on her CAUTION: semi-public sex, spanking, oral, fingering, slight degradation, power dynamics; dominance and submissive, vibrating painties, reader recieving, aftercare! WORD COUNT: 3.2k AUTHOR'S NOTE: i haven't proof read this, let me know if it doesn't flow or there are any mistakes! x

The precinct was heavy with the weight of the case, the fluorescent lights casting a clinical glow over the room. Every face around the table was grim, brows furrowed in concentration as they pored over evidence, their minds sharpened by urgency. The air smelled of stale coffee and exhaustion, a familiar scent that usually kept you grounded in moments like this.

But right now, no amount of familiarity could anchor you.

Because beneath the sturdy conference table, hidden from every detective, sergeant, and assistant district attorney in the room, a secret war was waging inside you.

Your panties were vibrating.

It was subtle at first, a faint hum that barely registered over the murmur of conversation. But your body noticed immediately. Heat prickled over your skin, and your breath stilled in your chest as the sensation bloomed between your thighs. Your grip on your pen tightened, knuckles white as you forced yourself to keep still.

Across the room, Alex Cabot sat poised, the very picture of composure. Blonde hair pulled back into a perfect bun, glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, she exuded nothing but professionalism. To anyone else, she was absorbed in the case file before her, flipping through the pages with steady, meticulous hands.

But you knew better.

You knew that the phone in her hand wasn’t just for checking emails or reviewing legal documents. You knew that with the slightest flick of her finger, she could send another pulse of pleasure through you, controlling you from across the room.

Your panties. Her rules.

Your stomach clenched, desire curling low in your abdomen as the vibration intensified, still gentle, just enough to make you aware of it, to make you ache.

You swallowed hard. Focus. Stay calm.

A grainy surveillance photo of a dark alleyway stared up at you from the file, but you couldn’t process a single detail. You were hyper-aware of every sensation - the soft throb between your legs, the way your skin flushed with warmth, the way your thighs clenched together in a desperate attempt to relieve the ache Alex was so cruelly stoking.

And then nothing.

The vibration stopped.

Your breath left you in a quiet, controlled exhale. Relief and frustration warred inside you as you forced yourself to steady your hands. Maybe she was done. Maybe she’d had her fun.

Then a new wave hit.

Stronger. Fucking hell babe.

Your body jolted. Just a tiny movement, but enough.

"Something wrong?" Fin’s voice broke through the haze clouding your mind. His dark eyes flicked toward you, brow raised.

Oh shit.

You forced yourself to blink, to shake off the heat creeping up your neck. "No. Just thinking."

You swore you could feel Alex’s eyes on you, but when you dared a glance in her direction, she was the very picture of professionalism. The only giveaway was the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, almost imperceptible.

She was enjoying this. Savoring every second.

And you were completely at her mercy.

The vibrations stopped again. Your body ached at the sudden loss, but you couldn’t allow yourself to react. Not here. Not in a room full of detectives trained to notice the slightest shift in body language.

A beat passed. Then another.

You allowed yourself to relax, just a little.

And then Alex turned the dial higher. Shitshitshit.

Your breath hitched, and a sharp pulse of pleasure slammed into you. This wasn’t teasing anymore. This was punishment.

Heat pooled between your legs, your pulse pounding in your ears as you struggled to stay still. You clenched your jaw, forcing yourself to grip the table as your entire body tensed. The pleasure was unbearable, just on the edge of overwhelming, and yet you had no choice but to endure it.

Alex was playing a dangerous game.

"Hey," Olivia called your name, her sharp gaze locking onto you. "You good?"

Fuck.

You couldn’t speak immediately. Couldn’t even move. You knew your face must have been flushed, your breath just slightly too uneven. You were seconds away from completely unraveling.

Then Alex spoke.

“Maybe they need a break,” she suggested smoothly, not even looking up from her file. Her voice was calm, completely unbothered, as if she weren’t the reason you were struggling to hold yourself together.

You shot her a glare, but all she did was lift one perfectly sculpted brow. She was mocking you, daring you to challenge her.

Oh, she was going to pay for this later.

But for now, she was in control. She always is.

And as she pressed another button on her phone, sending another sharp, pulsing vibration through your body, you realized something chilling.

You barely made it through the rest of the briefing. Every second was torture. Alex’s calculated teasing, the unbearable pressure building inside you, the constant struggle to keep your face neutral while the SVU team carried on as if nothing was wrong.

By the time the meeting wrapped up, your body was humming with unfulfilled need, and you were desperate for relief.

The second Olivia dismissed everyone, you bolted. You didn’t even try to make it subtle, you just grabbed your case file and strode out of the conference room as fast as your legs would carry you. You could still hear the others talking behind you, but it didn’t matter. You needed to get away.

Alex knew that.

That’s why she followed.

You could feel her presence behind you, her heels clicking purposefully against the tile floor. She didn’t call out to you, didn’t make a scene. She didn’t need to.

The moment you turned the corner, she was on you.

Before you could react, Alex’s hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the nearest empty office. The door clicked shut behind you, and then it was just the two of you - alone, finally.

The second she let go, you spun around to face her, eyes blazing.

“What the hell was that?” you hissed, your voice sharp but quiet.

Alex didn’t answer right away. Instead, she took a slow, measured step forward, the ghost of a smirk playing at her lips. “I don’t know what you mean,” she said, her voice dripping with faux innocence.

Your whole body was still buzzing, throbbing from her relentless teasing. You clenched your fists, your frustration boiling over. “You damn well know what I mean.”

Alex just tilted her head, watching you with those piercing blue eyes, the ones that always saw too much, the ones that always stripped you bare. “You did so well,” she murmured, and the warmth in her voice sent a fresh wave of heat through you. “Not a single noise. Almost like you wanted to be good for me.”

You inhaled sharply, your fingers twitching at your sides. “Alex,” you warned.

She took another step closer, so close now that you could smell her perfume, could feel the heat radiating off her body. “Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to sit there and watch you struggle?” she murmured, her voice low and dangerous. “To know exactly how wet you were, how much you wanted to squirm, and not be able to touch you?”

Your breath caught in your throat. The air between you crackled, thick with tension. You wanted to fight her. Wanted to push her against the wall and punish her for making you suffer.

But she was faster.

Before you could react, Alex reached into her blazer pocket, pulled out her phone, and with a single press of her thumb ---

The vibrations started again.

A strangled gasp escaped you as your knees nearly buckled. The pleasure was instant, overwhelming after all the torment she had put you through. Your hands shot out, gripping the edge of the desk behind you as your body arched into the sensation.

Alex’s gaze darkened with satisfaction. “You’re so responsive,” she murmured, stepping even closer. “I think you like this more than you���re willing to admit.”

You let out a shuddering breath, barely able to focus. “Alex...”

She lifted a single finger and pressed it against your lips. “Shhh,” she whispered. “Be a good girl and take what I give you.”

Your entire body trembled.

And then she turned the dial even higher. The relentless vibration between your legs was torturous, your body wound so tight you thought you might snap.

Alex knew it. Course she did, she knew exactly how to work you.

She watched you with the sharp focus of a predator, her blue eyes dark with something deeper than just satisfaction. Power. Control. Possession.

And you had given yourself over to it.

With deliberate slowness, she reached for you, her fingertips ghosting over your hips before sliding beneath the hem of your skirt. Her touch was electric, sending sparks across your skin, but it wasn’t enough. Not after everything she had put you through.

You needed more.

"Please," you whispered, barely recognizing your own voice.

A pleased hum left her lips. "So polite," she murmured, her breath warm against your jaw. "I should reward you for that."

Then, without warning, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of your panties and dragged them down your thighs. The cool air against your flushed, aching core sent a violent shudder through you, but before you could react ---

Her teeth sank into your neck.

A sharp gasp tore from your lips as pleasure and pain mingled into something dizzying, something primal. Alex bit down hard, her mouth hot and demanding against your skin, sucking deep enough to leave a mark. One that would linger long after this moment ended.

Your hands scrambled for purchase, gripping at her blazer, her shirt, anything to ground yourself as she claimed you. The vibrations had stopped now, but the absence did nothing to ease the ache. If anything, it made you more desperate.

Then finally, she slid two fingers inside you.

The moment Alex’s fingers slid inside you, a sharp gasp tore from your lips. The stretch, the fullness, the precision of her movements, it was everything you had been aching for, everything she had been teasing you with all night. Your body clenched around her, desperate, your fingers clutching at the fabric of her blazer to keep yourself from unraveling completely.

Jesus.

Alex bit down harder on your neck, her mouth hot and unyielding as she sucked a deep, claiming bruise into your skin. The pain was sharp, intoxicating, a stark contrast to the pleasure flooding through you.

“You’re shaking,” she murmured against your throat, her voice thick with satisfaction. “You’ve been holding back all night, haven’t you?”

Her fingers curled inside you, pressing against that spot that made your knees threaten to give out. A strangled whimper escaped your lips.

Alex chuckled softly, a dark, pleased sound, before pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. Her pupils were blown wide, her lips slightly parted, her expression dripping with control and hunger.

“Look at you,” she purred. “Dripping. Needy. Desperate for me.”

Then her other hand slipped between your legs, her thumb pressing against your clit.

Another sharp cry left you, your body jolting at the sudden contact. The sensation was immediate, unbearable in the best way, after all the teasing, all the waiting, she was finally giving you what you needed.

Alex moved in slow circles, her fingers inside you matching the rhythm, coaxing, guiding, and certainly demanding.

“Shhh,” she whispered when another whimper escaped you. “Do you want the whole squad to hear how wrecked you are for me?”

You did. You didn’t care. Not when she was touching you like this, not when she was rubbing tight, merciless circles against your clit while her fingers worked you open with practiced ease.

Her mouth found your ear, her breath hot, teasing. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

You nodded frantically, unable to form words, pleasure coiling so tight in your stomach you thought you might snap from the tension.

Alex’s pace quickened. Her thumb pressed harder, her fingers thrust deeper, and just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore ---

“Cum for me.”

Her command shattered you.

Your body arched, pleasure slamming into you with an intensity that stole your breath. You clenched around her fingers, a broken moan slipping from your lips as wave after wave of release crashed over you.

Alex didn’t stop. She worked you through it, her movements steady, guiding you down from the high until you were trembling in her arms, breathless, spent, utterly wrecked.

Only then did she slow, her fingers slipping from you, her touch gentle now as she smoothed her hand over your thigh.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against the bruise she had left on your neck. “That’s my girl.”

Your head was still spinning, your body still tingling with aftershocks, but even through the haze, one thing was clear.

This wasn’t over. Not even close.

Before you could catch your breath, Alex’s hands gripped your hips, lifting you with effortless strength. Your back met the cool surface of the desk, papers scattering to the floor, but you barely noticed. Not when she was pushing your legs apart, her fingers digging harshly into your thighs as she spread you wide.

Her eyes flicked up to meet yours, dark and ravenous. “I’m not done with you.”

Then she hooked your legs over her shoulders, her breath hot against your already-sensitive core. Alex held you in place, her grip firm as her mouth descended on you. The first slow, deliberate drag of her tongue sent a sharp jolt of pleasure straight through you, making your fingers claw at the edge of the desk.

"Fuck.." The word ripped from your throat before you could stop it, but Alex only smirked against you, lips brushing your soaked skin as she chuckled darkly.

"Language," she teased, her breath a cruel, teasing heat before she licked into you again, firmer this time, her tongue flattening against your clit in a way that had your hips jerking against her.

She hummed, pleased with your reaction, and then tightened her grip on your thighs, holding you still as she truly began to devour you.

Her tongue moved with precision, flicking, circling, sucking, never staying in one spot long enough to let you adjust. The sensitivity from your first orgasm made every touch feel unbearable, too much, yet not nearly enough.

Your body writhed against the desk, your hands flying to her hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as if grounding yourself was the only way to keep from unraveling completely.

Alex groaned at that, the vibration sinking deep into you, making your breath hitch.

“You taste so fucking good,” she murmured between strokes, her voice thick, dripping with hunger. She flicked her tongue over your clit again before sucking it into her mouth, sending another shockwave of pleasure crashing through you.

Your back arched violently, another strangled moan escaping your lips.

Alex didn't let up. If anything, she doubled down, her tongue working you over with ruthless intent. When she slid two fingers back inside you, curling them just right, you knew you were done for.

"A-Alex --" Your voice was nothing more than a desperate whimper, your body trembling against the desk.

"I know," she murmured, her lips brushing against you between strokes. "Cum for me again. I want to feel you fall apart."

Her words, her touch, her voice. It was all too much.

The tension in your core snapped, pleasure flooding through you like a tidal wave. Your thighs shook against her shoulders, your fingers gripping her hair tightening even more as you came hard, a broken cry spilling from your lips.

Alex groaned as she worked you through it, her tongue and fingers relentless, drawing out every last aftershock until you were nothing more than a trembling, gasping mess beneath her.

Only when your body finally sagged against the desk, boneless and spent, did she pull away, placing one last teasing kiss against your thigh before straightening.

Her eyes were heavy with satisfaction as she dragged the back of her hand across her mouth, wiping away the evidence of just how thoroughly she had ruined you.

She smirked. "I should keep you on this desk more often."

Your chest heaved, your limbs still weak. Alex’s eyes softened as she watched you, still sprawled across the desk, your chest heaving with each breath. Her expression shifted from the intense hunger of moments before to something gentler, more protective.

She didn’t need to say anything. Her hands were already on you, tenderly adjusting your body so you were sitting upright, her fingers brushing through your hair, smoothing it back from your face.

“Easy,” she murmured, her voice soothing, her touch gentle as she lifted you carefully off the desk. You felt dizzy, light-headed, the effects of your orgasm still rippling through you in waves.

Alex supported your weight, guiding you toward the chair, her hands steady, never once letting you wobble or fall. She knelt down in front of you, her fingers carefully massaging the tension from your shoulders.

“I’ve got you,” she whispered, as she worked her way down to your wrists, her touch light but sure, coaxing the last remnants of strain from your body.

You were too tired to speak, your voice still a bit shaky, but you leaned into her touch, closing your eyes for a moment, just letting yourself relax.

She stood, pulling a blanket from the chair and wrapping it around you like a protective cocoon. Her hands lingered, her fingers tracing soothing circles on your skin as she sat down beside you, holding you close.

“You did so well,” she said softly, pressing a kiss to your temple, her lips lingering there for a moment. “Just breathe. Let me take care of you now.”

Her hands were warm as they moved over your body, a contrast to the cool air around you. She ran her fingers gently over your thighs, down your arms, offering you comfort in every touch, grounding you back to reality.

She didn’t rush you, didn’t demand anything more from you. Just slow, soft caresses that reminded you of her presence—solid, steady, always there for you.

“Are you feeling okay?” she asked, her voice low, almost protective now.

You nodded slowly, unable to form words just yet, still caught in the aftermath of everything she’d given you.

Alex gave you a soft smile, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, her touch tender. “I know it was a lot. Just relax. I’m not going anywhere.”

You melted into her embrace, your body still humming, but safe, warm, cherished in the aftermath.

She kissed your forehead, and for a moment, all the intense energy of the night seemed to fade into something soft, something that felt like home.

You could feel yourself drifting into a gentle calm, the stress of the day, the hunger from earlier, all fading away under her care.

As the silence settled around the two of you, Alex’s fingers continued their slow, rhythmic movements over your skin. It was a different kind of connection now, one built on trust and tenderness.

This wasn’t over. Not yet. But for now, you were exactly where you needed to be.

"I love you, Alex." you whispered.

"And I love you."

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