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Another date, another hook-up. This had been the 3rd one this month, the third time you and another set of feet had stumbled across the threshold of your apartment entrance. The apartment that you shared with your best friend and co-worker, Emily Prentiss.

She listened as she heard your shallow breathing and sharp gasps echoing through the hallways of the space, to your bedroom, which shared the wall with the room that Emily occupied. The walls were thin and she could hear practically everything. She could hear the slapping of both of yours skin, his hips snapping to meet yours.

She moaned as she caught sound of your dripping pussy, squelching as his dick pounded into you. Her own fingers dipped below the waistband of her sleep shorts, fingertips instantly wetting as her ear presses up against her bedroom wall, perking at every sound. Her head tipped back as it filled with dirty images of you, your legs parted all for her.

Her arousal dripped down her thighs as she climaxed to the sound of your high pitched whines and moans echoing in her ears as she came down from her climax.

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Events like that occurred regularly and Emily just couldn't keep her ears and imagination to herself, her fingers pleasuring herself, getting off to the thought of someone else taking you just feet away from where she laid. She loved seeing you in the mornings after, your hair tousled, unaware of what you friend was doing whilst thinking of you. Emily thought that you must have been that loud on purpose, surely knowing that she would be able to hear you through the paper thin walls of your joint apartment.

The next time she found herself in a situation like this was one day when you were out shopping, offering to pick up some food and groceries to stock up the sparce cupboards and fridge. As soon as she knew that you were out of the apartment fully and safely, she pulled her phone from her pocket and got up a video. The video was one of you touching yourself on the sofa when Emily was staying late at work.

She had got it from the camera she had planted on the bookshelf in the front room. Before she settled too nicely, she went over to the laundry basket, which she was supposed to be cleaning, and took a pair of your underwear, holding them to her nose. They were a lacy black pair that she could only dream of seeing you in, the crotch part being practically see through.

The video continued playing whilst one hand held the underwear to her face, stroking across the pale skin of her cheek, the other hand moving rapidly under the confines of her black denims flares. In her pleasurable haze, she didn't hear the front door gently open, your feet barely even touching the floor as you waltzed gracefully throughout the space. It was only knew you dropped your purse onto the floor in shock of the sight in front of you that she broke out of her trance, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

"Y/N, it's not what it looks like." She tried to explain, her head hanging in shame.

"That's funny, Emily. You're still holding my underwear"

You had been a detective at the Manhattan Special Victims Unit for 3 years now. You had grown close to everyone who worked there, but you had become best friends with Olivia Benson, who had become your partner after Stabler's departure from the unit. You always had each other's back and you couldn't ask for a better partner to work with at you time in the precinct.

A few months into your job, you had the pleasure of meeting Senior ADA Casey Novak and you couldn't fault how amazing she was at her jobs, bringing the majority of your victims to justice due to her high success rate. Her passion for the job was what drew you to her at first, however over time it was something that you had began to admire about her. Before you knew it, you were falling for Casey and your feelings for her grew more and more very time that you spoke or joked around.

One night after closing a stressful case and Casey putting the disgusting man behind bars for 25 years to life, the team all decided to go out for drinks to their local bar that was a few blocks from the precinct. You were invited yet you wasn't completely settled on the thought, however after some persuasion from Liv you reluctantly agreed. You all made your way to the bar and entered it, finding the largest table you could find in order for you all be able to sit together.

The only remaining seat was a space squeezed between Olivia and Casey, which you were happy to take considering you were sat next to your two favourite people on the team. You shuffled your way onto the leather bench, your right thigh flush with Olivia's, your left thigh left bare as you were waiting for Casey to sit in her space. You looked over to the bar and saw Casey just leaving it, a drink in either of her hands.

She set down your favourite drink down in front of you before sitting her drink down in front of herself. You thanked her as you locked eyes with her and she sent a wink your way, which made a blush creep up onto your cheeks. You reached forward to grab your drink and made a toast to the team winning the case, your glass clinking with the others surrounding the table.

You and Olivia fell into easy conversation, bursting into fits of giggles and flirtatious banter, her hand resting on your thigh. She would occasionally whisper in your ear and her words made you giggle and blush, burying your head in your hands. Casey couldn't help the boiling rage that had started to set in as she saw the reaction you had to Olivia, and she just wished that it was her who would be making you blush.

However, unknown to Casey, Liv was teasing you about your feelings for Casey and trying to persuade you to ask her out, the thought making you nervous. You took notice of the way Casey's jaw tensed, her teeth clenched together and you shot her a confused glance as her eyes met yours briefly. She averted her gaze, which was something that Casey never did and that unnerved you slightly.

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Everyone had started to make their exit out of the bar, most of them drunk and stumbling their way into taxis. It was just you, Liv and Casey remaining at the table. You and Olivia had continued your conversation, your laughs ringing out through the nearly empty bar.

You were silenced as Casey abruptly stood up and gathered her belongings, before leaving some money on the table and departing from your presence. Your eyes followed her out of the bar and when you turned to look at Liv with a confused expression, you were met with a smirk that she tried to hide behind the rim off her glass. You huffed, crossing your arms defensively over your chest.

"You know, I think you should go after her. It's late and she's not exactly sober." She reminded you and you couldn't help but think of the bad things that could possibly happen if Casey were to go home by herself, and how you wouldn't be able to live with the guilt if anything happened.

"You're right. Thank Liv, goodnight." You rushed out before tracing Casey's previous footsteps towards the front entrance.

As you got outside, you pulled your jacket around you tighter due to a gust of wind that swept towards you. You caught sight of Casey leaning against a near-by wall, her eyes glued to the lit-up screen before her. You made your way over to her, stumbling a few times along the way.

"Hey." You greeted as you stood in front of her now.

"Hi." She replied coldly, her head not even bothering to look up from her phone.

"It's really late and dark, I'm not too comfortable with the idea of you getting in a taxi by yourself."

"I don't think that that's your call, do you? I'm a big girl, I can fend for myself." She remarked.

"I didn't mean it like that! I just..." You were taken back with her bitter tone.

"You just what, Y/N?"

"What has gotten into you, Case?" You questioned, curious to where this outburst has come from.

"Nothing, it doesn't matter to you. You didn't seem too interested in me when your head was up Benson's ass." She shook her head, looking away from your soldering gaze.

"I don't understand your issue, but you don't get to choose who I can talk to you." You barked, turning on your heel, walking away from her.

"My issue is that your flirting with her when I want you to be mine!" She admitted.

Her hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you back to face her. Her hands found your hips and pulled you flush against her slim frame. Your arms hung over her shoulders as you pulled her in for a kiss, your lips colliding for the first time.

Casey was a bit stiff at the contact at first, but soon her lips moved against with just as much passion. Her fingers pushed into your hips as her tongue swiped against your bottom lips asking for access, which you eagerly granted. She suddenly pulled away from you, leaving you gasping for air and she waved her arm out for the taxi that was driving down the road towards you.

"You're coming home with me." She almost growled into your ear, the husk of her voice sending shivers down your spine.

You both slipped into the backseat of the cab, before Casey gave the driver the address to her apartment. The whole journey there, one of Casey's hands remained on your thigh, her thumb rubbing circles on the exposed skin, whereas her other hand was fumbling change out of her purse. You placed your hand over the one that resided on your thigh, linking your fingers together in a tight embrace.

Once the taxi pulled up outside Casey's home, she practically threw the money to the poor man before swinging open the doors to flee to her front door, you in tow behind her. As soon as you closed her apartment behind you, she had you pushed up against it, her lips reattaching themselves to yours. She trailed her kisses down to your neck as your fingers laced into her strawberry coloured hair pulling on it slightly as her teeth bit into a sensitive bit of your skin, which elicited a moan from Casey's preoccupied lips.

"Fuck, Case. Are you sure you want to do this?" You questioned, however you couldn't hide the excitement in your voice.

"I've never been so sure of anything in my life." She confirmed, sealing it with a gentle kiss on your lips.

She pulled off your jacket and gestured for you to remove your shoes, before dragging you towards her bedroom, you assumed. Once inside her room, her lips found yours again and your fingers found the hem of her top, tugging on it slightly. She pulled away long enough for you to pull the fabric over her head, before returning to close the distance between you both.

You took notice of the green lace that clad to her perky breasts, which made your mouth water at the gorgeous sight. Your admiring was cut short as she pulled your top over your head, exposing your bare chest to her. She threw your t-shirt somewhere in the room, followed by her discarded trousers.

She wrapped her plump lips around your left nipple, sucking on it gently, where as her right hand came up the roll your other nipple between her pointer finger and thumb. You moaned audibly and arched your chest further into her mouth, which made her give your nipple a tug with her teeth. You hips ground down on her thigh in order to gain some sort of friction from where you needed her the most.

"Fuck, Casey. Please...just touch me." You pleaded.

"Where do you want me to touch you, baby?" You responded, a smug grin on her face as she did.

"You know where." You tried.

"I want to hear you say it."

"I...I want you to fuck me! I want to feel your fingers in me, please Casey." You begged, panting out the syllables.

Her hands moved down to your thighs, spending them before settling in between them. She pulled your soaked panties down your legs before discarding them on her bedroom floor. She then reached down between your legs and ran her fingers through your folds, spreading your wetness from your entrance up to your sensitive clit.

You moaned at the slight contact, feeling her her fingers applied your pressure the louder you were. Suddenly, her fingers plunged into your entrance, stretching you out tightly around her long digits. Her fingers set a relentless pace, pounded in and out of you, the sound of your wetness echoing off the walls in her bedroom.

You were embarrassed at how quickly you could feel your orgasm approaching and you knew that Casey could feel your orgasm, feeling the way your walls clenched around her fingers. Before you could reach your peak, Casey's fingers were pulled from your body, pulling a pitiful whine from your ajar mouth. She tutted at your bratty behaviour, swatting at the outside of your thigh.

"I don't know if you deserve to come, especially after that little show you put on in the bar." She signed, mockingly.

"Please, Case. I promise it won't happen again." You tried to plead, but she only shook her head.

"That's not good enough, baby. I need to hear you tell me who you belong to."

"Fuck, I'm yours! I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours." You chanted, the mantra falling from your lips even more perfect than Casey had imagined.

You gasped as her fingers plunged back inside you, followed by a loud moan as her fingers pushed repeatedly into your G-spot, edging you closer to your long awaited orgasm. Yet, a groan of disapproval left your mouth as her fingers were removed once again. You closed your eyes in defeat as she moved away your heaving body, reaching for something in her nightstand.

As you opened your eyes, you were faced with a large double-ended dildo that was held in Casey's hand, her other hand pumping lube across its rippled surface. You jaw dropped as she slid one end into your already dripping entrance, moaning as it stretched you out even more than what Casey's fingers did. Your pleasure was amplified by the moan that Casey emitted as she settled herself down on the other end of the large appendage, her face contorting with pleasure.

After you had both adjusted to the size of the dildo, Casey started to move her hips, grinding them into yours, causing the tip of the dildo to brush against all the best spots in both of you. As her hips got closer to yours, you could feel her wet clit rubbing against your own, bringing you even closer to your orgasm. You both grinded against each other with determination, chasing your orgasms that were becoming evidently closer.

A mix of both of your moans echoed throughout the room as you both reached your peak, Casey's juices mixing with your own as you both came. You both lazily humped at each other as you came down from your high, panting as you tried to regain your breath. Casey pulled the dildo out of you both, which emitted a small whine from your end at the loss of contact and also the sensitivity you were now feeling.

"God, that was amazing." You sighed, blissfully.

"It was." You laughed as you caught sight of the lob-sided grin that her face sported.

"Hey, can you help me grab my things? I'll get out of your hair now." You asked, as you sat up from her very comfortable bed.

"No way! You're staying with me tonight, I have to make it up to you for edging you so much." She argued.

"You've already made it up to me. By letting me be yours." You flirted.

"Fuck, baby. How about you lay back down, and I'll clean you up?" She questioned, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

You did as you were told and settled yourself back on her soft mattress, you legs parted slightly as you awaited the towel that would dry your dampened thighs. Instead you were met with Casey's warm tongue running through your wet folds, her moans vibrating through your core. Your back arched as your fingers moved to lace into her hair, tugging slightly at the strands.

"Fuck, baby. You taste so good." She mumbled from between your legs, the compliment making you moan louder and push her head impossibly closer to your pussy.

"This pussy is mine, All Mine."

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