#dems kinks

Ava and Melissa were private about their relationship with each other.  Everyone at Abbott knew they dated, but it was never brought up in casual conversation at work under fear of Ava’s blackmailing ways and Melissa’s unbridled rage. They had long ago agreed that no one needed to know what happened in their personal life, as long as they were happy, then others should be happy for them. Everything was professional within the walls of the building, Melissa rolling her eyes at Ava’s antics, and Ava shamelessly flirting with anyone who walked in her proximity. Outside the concrete walls of their job, they were possessive, handsy, and just two people madly in love. It was the type of spark that burned fast and bright. There was only one thing about their relationship that they kept absolutely secret- you. 

Melissa already had enough judgment from her best friend for dating the principal of their school without disclosing to HR; she didn’t need to hear the comments about adding another younger woman to her sex life. Ava purely enjoyed the secret because it was the thrill that she needed in her life. A little something to spice up the relationship she had been growing with the redhead for years. They loved each other, planned to spend the rest of their lives together, but there had been a little piece that had been missing. Something that calmed their tempers, soothed their daily stress, and brought a sense of peace to their weary bones. 

You didn’t mind the arrangement, being out in the public had never been your thing, and all you really needed at the end of the day was the adoration of the two women. Which they gave to you endlessly. Some days, they were sweet: Melissa making intricate home-cooked meals while Ava gave you a full spa day retreat within the walls of their shared home. Other days they showed their love in a more… aggressive manner. They wanted to claim you, take you, use you in any way they saw fit to get rid of whatever weighed heavy on their shoulders. You had been with them long enough to know which version of your loves would walk through the door at any given moment. 

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The door slammed with a force that shook the keys that hung on the wall to the right of it. Ava’s bag made a thump as it tumbled to the floor her heels scraping against the wood as she shoved them into the closet. It was followed shortly by a slew of Sicilian curses as Melissa ripped off her boots and threw her purse onto the kitchen island. There was a clatter of pots and pans as she set to work making dinner. Next followed the clink of glasses as Ava dug through the wine cabinet for a drink. You were still working at your makeshift office in the dining room when the commotion unfolded behind you. 

“I can’t believe the nerve of that little bitch to go and tell the district on me,” Ava scoffs. “After everything I did for her at the last budget meeting, she should be eating the dirt off my shoe. Her school was getting nothing.”

“Suspended! Without pay for two weeks because Janine decided we should open our mouths. Fottuto stronzo,” Melissa barks, having her own little argument. “Then the testa di cazzo walks in right when we are about to be home free.”

You can tell it is only going to get worse as the noise in the kitchen gets louder and louder. You close your computer, setting aside your work, and step inside the room. Ava is up on the counter, wine glass in hand, as Melissa is storming around the kitchen with her hair pulled into a tight bun. You move to shut off the stove where noodles are burning in a pot with no water. 

“Angel,” you say gently, stopping the redhead when she storms by, “You didn’t put any water in the pot.”

“For fucks sake!” Melissa yells and goes to turn away when you grab her by the hips.

“Angel, slow down for a minute. What is going on?”

She melts in your arms for a minute, letting out a sigh, “A really shitty day.”

“The worst!” Ava pips in coming to stand next to you. “Now, where is my love princess? I am starting to feel neglected over here.”

You wrap an arm around Ava’s waist, pulling her into your side. You lean up to gently place a kiss on her lips. “I didn’t forget about you, Domina, but Angel was going to burn the house down.” Melissa grunts at your comment, but you silence her gently with a kiss. “It’s okay, Angel, you had a bad day. We all make mistakes.”

The women continued to melt at your continued use of their pet names. You move your hand to cup Melissa’s face gently. Your thumb trails across her jawline as you look between the two women, the stress of the day making their shoulders sag. 

“How do I make it better?” You ask gently. 

Ava’s eyes immediately gleam, and you know that you already have one on the hook. She turns her gaze to Melissa, who seems a little more cautious. The redhead leans into the palm of your hand for added comfort before she talks. “Tesoro, I won’t be able to hold back if we do what is on my mind.” “Then don’t,” you murmur. “Use me..let me make it better.”

“See Mel, I told you our Princess would make it better,” She grins, moving your hair behind your ear to kiss your neck softly. “That is what she is here for after all. For us to claim, use, and pleasure ourselves with.”

You let out a soft sigh as Ava leaves open-mouthed kisses down your neck. Melissa is watching your reaction, the last little bit of restraint still clinging to the corner of her vision. It isn’t until Ava bit down sharply on your pulse point and a loud moan escaped your lips that her resolve snapped. She grips your chin, forcing you to look into her green eyes. 

“Are you sure about this, Principessa? After the day I had, I won’t go easy on you,” she growls, fingers digging into your skin slightly. You nod, which only makes Melissa let out a disappointing tsk. “I need words, or I will tell Domina to stop. Is that what you want?”

“Don’t stop,” you whimper pathetically, which makes the redhead grin. “I will take whatever you give me.”

Melissa sighs, her face moving to a content smile. “Now those are the words that I love to hear. Go to our room. Strip and wait in your usual spot.”

You rush to comply, running down the hallway into the room that you have begun to share with the other women. You quickly toss your clothes into the basket in the corner of the room and sink down to your knees at the bottom of the bed, facing away from the door. You don’t know how much time has passed until they enter the room. The mood between them has lightened significantly when they walk in, laughter spilling from their lips. The sound of them plotting behind you sends a shiver up your spine.

Melissa is the first one to approach you, pulling your hair back so she can whisper in your ear, “Principessa, you are being such a good girl. I am so proud of you.” Your heart swells at the affection, blushing when she kisses your cheek softly. “I expect it to stay that way for the rest of the night. We had a long day, and I don’t feel like taming a brat tonight.”

“I’ll be good,” you promise in a soft whisper. 

“I know you will be, or you won’t come for a week.”

Her threat makes your heart race, and you know that you are in for a long night regardless of how good you behave. This thought is confirmed when Melissa crawls across the bed, her naked skin twinkling underneath the soft LED lights Ava always keeps on. She lies back on the bed, spreading her legs so she is fully on display. Your hand automatically reaches out for her, but a death glare causes you to place it back in your lap.

“Principessa, you haven’t earned the right to touch yet,” Melissa tsks, a wicked grin coming across her face. “For now, you have to sit and watch as Domina makes your beautiful Angel feel good.”

“We should let her have a little fun,” Ava protests, coming to stand next to you, her fingers carding through your hair gently. “Let her warm up my cock for you, my love.”

You press your thighs together in an effort to get any sense of relief as Ava’s words wash over you. Melissa contemplates for a couple of moments before nodding silently. You turn to look at Ava, a pit in your stomach forming as you notice the black dildo that is strapped tightly around her hips. 

She grins at you, moving a piece of hair behind your ear. “Come on, Princess. Show Angel what you have been practicing.”

You nod, licking your lips eagerly, before you let your tongue roam the length of her. She watches lazily only for a moment before grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushing the tip of the dildo right past your lips. She waits for you to adjust, letting the mist of submission cloud your eyes before she smiles. Melissa watches from the bed, a finger slowly circling her clit as she watches Ava move your head up and down. You grasp her thigh, doing your best to breathe as Ava moves quickly as she loses herself in you. 

When she is finally satisfied, she pulls out, causing a thread of drool to fall out of your lips. She swipes it away with her thumb, a grin creeping across her lips. “Oh, Princess, you are a dream. Now watch and enjoy the show. If you even think about touching yourself, the game is over, and that would be a shame.”

Another pitiful whimper leaves your lips, but Ava doesn't care. She crawls across the bed, capturing the redhead in a frantic kiss. They don't necessarily fight for dominance but melt together in perfect unison. Ava pulls at Melissa’s hair as the older woman grabs at her breasts, needing and pinching until they are both a whimpering mess. When Melissa can't wait anymore, she lines up the strap and Ava sinks into her. You can't tell who moans louder, you or the redhead; all you know is that Ava sends you a wicked grin as your nails dig into your thighs. 

“My love, look at our perfect princess. Let her see exactly how good I make you feel,” Ava whispers into the shell of the older woman’s ear.

Melissa struggles to keep her eyes open, turning her head towards you as Ava sets a brutal pace. Her pale legs lock around the younger woman’s hips, refusing to let her pull out more than a couple of inches. Ava was kissing down her neck, causing Melissa to arch into every thrust. It was driving you wild watching and being unable to participate. Little crescent moon marks were littering the top of your thighs as you struggled to keep control. 

“Ava…need more,” Melissa whimpers, biting her bottom lip. 

“Do you need our princess to help you?” Ava asks gently and Melissa nods. With a crook of her finger Ava beckons you onto the bed. “Princess, come help Angel.”

You scramble across the silk sheets immediately capturing the redhead in a kiss. Your hands roam down her chest twisting her nipple sharply. She moans in your mouth biting down hard as Ava slides her hand between the older woman’s thighs. Melissa’s fingers curl through your hair pulling sharply to move your lips down to her neck. You scatter bites along her neck your other hand never stopping as you can feel her coming undone. 

“Fuck mi amores. Shit. Don’t. Stop,” Melissa groans and then she shudders. 

Her nails scrape along your scalp and you whimper against her as pain mixes with pleasure. Ava pulls out and Melissa clenches at the loss. The strap is tossed to the side as Ava places soft kisses along the redhead’s face. 

“How are we feeling my love?” She ask gently her fingers brushing back red hair. 

“A little better,” Melissa sighs a soft smile coming across her face. “It’s your turn now mi amore, let principessa take care of you.”

“Gladly,” Ava grins turning to you,” on your back princess. I want to ride your face until I scream as loud as Angel just did.”

You roll onto your back your body getting covered in goosebumps as Ava climbs up your body. You barely even notice Melissa leaving your side when Ava sinks her thighs on either side of your head. Her hand automatically tangles in your hair as you pull her down by her thighs. Swears leave her mouth in a rushed whisper as you gently suck on her clit. Her hips rock back and forth as she sets her own brutal pace. You don’t mind burying yourself further into her so caught up in what you were doing you don’t notice your legs are being spread until there is something pressing against you. 

Your body stiffens for a moment until you hear Melissa’s voice. “Don’t fret principessa, I am going to make you feel good.” Her fingers swipe gently through your folds and you moan into Ava. “The only rule is you can’t come until she does….twice.”

You whimper when her fingers curl into you sliding in and out at a sickening pace. You do your best to redouble your efforts but mostly moan into Ava. She falls foward clutching the headboard as you feel her get closer to her first release. With a small nibble of her clit she falls over the first edge with a scream you are sure the neighbors will hear. 

It is in this exact moment that Melissa sinks into you. You yelp when you feel the strap push against you and you swear you almost come right then. Your muffled whimper makes Melissa giggle and then moan. You know this strap well, it is Melissa’s favorite to use on you, as a way to give you and her pleasure at the same time. You lose yourself in everything that is going on: Ava’s nails scraping your scalp as she uses your head as an achor, Melissa’s hands tweaking your nipples, the strap pushing in and out of you. It is almost too much and you know that you are going to lose Melissa’s game. 

At least you think you are until Ava yelps again, her release sliding down her face as she squirts against you. She falls to the side her body shaking as she curls against you. Her breath is hot against your ear as she whispers, “come for us princess.”

Your release shatters hard and fast causing your vision to go blurry. Melissa coaxes you through it before pulling out the second strap on of the night going the first in a heap on the floor. Ava has already curled herself like a koala around you nuzzling into your neck placing soft kisses against your neck. Melissa joins moments later using a hot towel to wipe between your and Ava’s legs. 

Melissa kisses Ava’s forehead and then yours gently, “I love you-il mio curore e la mia anima. My heart and my soul.”

Ava mumbles back a soft I love you already falling asleep wrapped in your arms. Melissa pulls the blankets up around all of you. She kisses your cheek gently before cirling her arm around your waist. 

“Do you feel better, Angel?” You ask in a soft whisper sleep already overtaking you.

“Yes principessa, you make everything better just by being here,” she smiles kissing you on the cheek. “Now sleep mi amore. You need your rest.”

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SEVEN YEARS EARLIER

It had started at one of those horrible mixer parties for the various departments of the NYPD to come together and pretend they actually liked each other. You rarely attended these parties; stuck so far into an undercover mission, there was no way to get out, but you had regretfully been able to wrap up this last case early. You didn’t want to experience the chaos of parties; your last few months had been a pure shit show, and all you really wanted was some quiet time to decompress.

 Before you could be congratulated for your most recent takedown, full of fake smiles and jealous glares, you had snuck away from the crowd. You were standing on the roof looking out at the shining lights of the bustling city below. A cigarette was perched between your lips, a lighter twirled in your fingers, but you made no move to set the spark. For now, you wanted to teeter right on the edge, as if this choice alone could change the entire trajectory of your life.

It does, but not in the way you expect.

~-~

You hear her before you see her. The click of heels cuts through the horns below, and it sends a shiver up your spine. Even without looking, you know that the person wearing them demands attention every time she walks into a room. That she is the kind of woman who could snap you in half without really trying, and it already drives you crazy. When she finally spots you, she swears lightly.

“I steal your hideaway?” You ask through a huff of laughter.

“Maybe, I do come up here for a little breather during every party, never had a guest on my turf before,” she replies, coming to stand by your side. “You can make it up to me if you let me steal that.”

She doesn't wait for an answer, just plucks the cigarette from your mouth, placing it between the soft lines of her lips. It is the first time you turn to pay attention to the intruder of your peace. With one look, you know who she is immediately. 

Olivia Benson.

Everyone knew fucking Olivia Benson. She was a badass, a legend, and a pain in the ass for those who went against her. Not only that, but she was fucking hot. And she was standing in front of you, her lips wrapped around your cigarette, in a tight black dress that hugs her every curve. You fumble with the lighter for a second before it flickers to life. 

When the cigarette starts to send smoke to the clouds, Olivia grins, taking a large puff before exhaling it into a perfect ring. She wasn't just a smoker, but one who had perfected her technique for years.

“Thanks, Y/L/N,” she grins.

“You know my name,” you mutter in utter amazement. 

She laughs, and you find your new favorite sound. “Of course I do. Half of those people downstairs wish they had a CI like you. The other half wishes they could be the CI. You are one of the most prestigious detectives in the Organized Crime unit. Lieutenant Bell talks very highly of you.”

“Ayanna probably talks some shit too,” you giggle, thinking of your best friend fondly. “Being partners for ten years really does change people.”

Olivia nods with a little pang in her heart, knowing that fact all too well. As you continue talking, she peers at you and how your eyes twinkle from the lights strung across the roof. It’s an instant attraction that vibrates across her skin. You are an enigma in the policing world. A detective who works mostly undercover as Ayanna’s personal CI. You never stay in one place for too long, content to transform your identity to whatever she needs, and have a flawless record for bringing down crime lords. Olivia desperately wants to know everything about you.

Which changes the trajectory of every moment from that minute forward. 

~-~

SIX YEARS EARLIER

You are out on the balcony pulling your jacket tighter around your shoulders as the cold wind whips around you. Snowflakes swirl in little tornadoes, coating your hair in tiny white dots. The city isn't exactly quiet, but muffled, as if the storm cut away some of the urgency. 

The door behind you clicks open, and arms wrap around your waist. You nestle back into Olivia as she leans her chin on your shoulder, letting her brown hair cascade down your chest.

“Why do I always find you out in the cold?” Your girlfriend hums as she kisses your cheek. “One day you are going to freeze out here.”

Your arms come to settle on top of hers, squeezing her closer to you. “It is my favorite place to think.”

“What are we thinking about my gorgeous future wife?” Olivia asks, and your heart immediately quickens.

She has been doing this for weeks now, dropping little teasing hints about marrying you. Everywhere you go together, she introduces you as her future wife. She will casually ask about ring designs, sizes, and joke about all the potential spots she could propose. She has even gone as far as purposefully dropping things and leaning down on one knee to make you think she will ask the question. She hasn't, though, and the anticipation is driving you crazy.

You blink to remember what you were thinking about before she caught you off guard. Your response comes out in a choked whisper, “I told Ayanna I'm done being a CI.”

Olivia whips you around her eyes, frantically roaming your face. “Are you serious?” When you nod, a mixture of relief and trepidation flickers across her features. “But you love being a CI. You have been undercover since you became a detective; you aren’t made for being a paper pusher.”

“I do love being undercover, but I love being at home with you more,” you reply, cupping her cheek. “I can’t build a future with you if I'm constantly gone. For the first time in my life, I'm choosing to plant roots and create a life that I want, not one that was made for me to play. I want this. I want you.”

Olivia smashes her lips into yours, and suddenly you're not cold anymore. You are burning from the inside out.  She pulls away, panting, and presses her forehead against yours.

“Marry me,” she whispers as the snow continues to drench your clothes. 

“Liv…” you stutter, “are you serious?”

“Marry. Me.” Olivia says, grabbing your ass to lift you.

You curl your legs around her hips, laughter spilling from your lips. She pulls a ring out from her back pocket and holds it out to you. You whisper a yes, and she slides it onto your finger. Seconds later, she is showering you in kisses along your face and cheeks. Within moments, she is navigating through the boxes still spread around your new shared apartment and throws you onto the bed. She spends the rest of the night mapping out your body with her hands and tongue.

FIVE YEARS EARLIER

“Benson,” Olivia says as she twirls her pen back and forth between her fingers.

The pen bounces off her ring, and she smiles as the light catches it. Wedding planning has been slow, and you have tried to convince Olivia to do a courthouse wedding for months, but she won't budge. She wants to do this right. She wants to share this moment with all the people she loves most. 

“Can you come down to my office?” Melinda’s familiar voice rings out over the line, cutting Olivia from these thoughts. “I have something you are going to want.”

Olivia is already grabbing for her things. “Is it about the Duponte case?”

“No…it's more of a personal matter, come alone and quickly. I don’t have much time.”

The line goes dead, and a sense of dread fills Olivia. She rushes to the medical examiner’s office without even stopping to tell the rest of the squad why she has gone. There is a piece of her that wonders if maybe something has happened to you, but the chance is low since you took a step back from fieldwork, and she knows Ayanna would have called her first. So she is only left with the worst-case scenarios rushing through her head. By the time she gets to Melinda, her heart is beating rapidly.

“Melinda, what is going on?” Olivia asks as the other woman leans back in her chair, looking grimmer than usual. 

“It is about your and Y/N’s embryo fusion.” 

Olivia’s stomach drops. There had been such a stall in the process that Olivia hadn’t even thought about it in months. Now Melinda’s words send a shiver down her spine. Melinda has always been so excited about this experiment, but she looks like she is about to cry.

 You had gone through months of painful experimentation for Melinda to work on combining an embryo that would perfectly combine you and Olivia. While you had been bedridden and sick almost every day for a month, Olivia had fared much better with only mild symptoms. She had considered calling off the process more than once, but you had refused. Ever since then, Melinda had been working frantically to get as much done as possible before the new administration enforced their conservative views. Even with the rush, it had been weeks since any update had been given on the experiment.

“Did something happen to the latest sample?” Olivia asks with a waver in her voice. “I don’t know if Y/N is strong enough to go through another round.”

“There won’t be any more rounds. I had to cancel the experiment, political bullshit got in the way,” Melinda sighs, a hint of frustration lacing her words. “They ordered me to destroy all the samples. I'm telling everyone today.”

Olivia’s heart sinks. It had always been an outlandish idea, but part of her had always hoped that she could have been a mom. Then, when Melinda had given her the hope that she could have an actual baby with you, not one through sperm donation, it had completely changed her world. She feels tears pricking in her eyes and a rock building in the base of her throat.

“Did you tell Y/N?” She chokes out.

“No… because I'm not destroying yours,” she explains in a hushed tone before she slips a small vile into Olivia's hand. 

“Melinda!” Olivia protests, looking at the substance that sloshes in the container. “You could lose your job, all future funding, or go to prison.”

Melinda nods solemnly, “I could… but I know how badly you and Y/N wanted that child. I remember how many hours you spent caring for Y/N while she got sick from the meds for the procedure. I remember how you never gave up hope. Hell, she had every side effect but refused to stop because it was so important to her. It may not even work, Liv…but I had to give you a fighting chance. Fuck the political bullshit, you two deserve to be parents.” 

Olivia is openly crying now, her hands shaking as she slides the vile into her jacket pocket, “Melinda…thank…thank you.”

Footsteps echo in the hallway, and Melinda pushes Olivia to the back exit. “The sample will only last twelve hours. It needs to be kept warm at all times. Don't breathe a word of this to anyone.”

Before more explanation can happen, Melinda slams the door on Olivia. She pauses for only a moment, looking into the sliver of glass. It is just enough space for her to see Melinda slip a file into the very back of her desk before armed guards step in the door. Olivia doesn't wait to see what happens next, just rushes down the stairs and out of the building.

She plans a romantic evening that night, with your favorite takeout, a silly blanket fort that consumes the whole living room, and your favorite movie on the TV. She can tell that you had a stressful day the moment you walk in the door. There is a tension in your shoulder and a clip in your walk as you throw your bag into the closet. However, the moment you see the scene in front of you, there is a smile on your face. 

“What in the world are you doing, Olivia Benson?” You laugh as she rushes to grab you into a hug.

She kisses your lips as she twirls you around, “making a romantic night for me and my future wife where I can spoil her with love and affection and give her the best surprise ever.”

“Is the surprise that you are finally going to give in and let me have my courthouse wedding?” You ask with a slight glint in your eye. 

Olivia chuckles, kissing down your jawline. “Never going to happen, my love.” When you groan, she slides something into your hand instead. “This is better, trust me.”

“What could be better than marrying you tomorrow?” You question, but your heart catches when you look down at the vile in your hand. “Liv.. is this… is this what I think it is?”

“Melinda’s experiment got canceled. She was supposed to destroy all the embryos, but she saved ours. If we don’t use it tonight… it will be lost forever,” Olivia whispers, tears coming back to her eyes. “I know this isn’t how we planned this at all, but…”

You capture your fiancé in a desperate kiss. Your hands find their way into her dark hair, your nails scrape against her scalp as you bite down on her lip. She moans into your mouth, and you immediately feel the tension low in your stomach start to build.

You pull away from her, your breath flowing over her lips in hot gaps. Her eyes are dark as she gazes up at you, and you can’t help but smile. You are going to marry this woman. You are going to build a family with this woman, and it all starts tonight. 

“Put a baby in me,” you growl out. “Right. Now.”

Your fiancé lets out a teasing chuckle. “You don’t want to wait till after dinner?”

“Olivia Margaret Benson. If you don’t fucking throw me on that mattress and breed me right now, I swear to fucking god.”

She doesn’t need another invitation, just tosses you over her shoulder, stalking to the living room. Before she throws you onto the makeshift bed in the middle of the floor, she slaps your ass. You let out a squeal of delight, which is silenced when Olivia smashes her lips into yours. There is a scramble to see who can get undressed quicker. You pull at the hem of her shirt as she fumbles with the button on your slacks. 

When her shirt is tossed to the side and your pants are in a puddle around your feet, you can tell that Olivia is getting impatient. She looks at your button-up shirt for only a second before she locks her fingers in it and pulls. Fabric rips and buttons fly around the room. You can barely catch your breath before the cup of your bra is pushed down and her mouth finds your nipple. You let out a gasp as her teeth bite down, as her other hand drifts down her belly. 

“That was my favorite shirt,” you moan, fingers going to lace through your hair. 

“I don’t fucking care. I’ll buy you a new one,” Olivia says before switching to the other breast. 

She bites and sucks marks all along the underside of your breasts before kissing down your stomach. Her fingers gently trace over your stomach, and your heart flutters. 

“I can’t wait to get you pregnant. To see you walk around with my child inside of you every day. For your belly to grow and the whole world to know you are mine. All fucking mine.”

You are a whimpering mess at her words, too excited to find anything clever to say. Her eyes linger on your stomach for a moment as if she can already imagine the way that you are going to change and grow. 

“Liv,” you whimper, “please.”

“I know mi amore,” she whispers, kissing the skin right above your belly button. “I am just trying to get you warmed up.”

Her kisses continue further down until she is spreading your legs open. Her fingers dig into your thighs as you feel her warm breath across your clit. You involuntarily buck upwards, and Olivia can’t help but grin. She doesn’t waste any time, too far gone to care much about anything else. Her tongue swipes upwards before she frantically sucks on your clit. You don’t care that the orgasm is coming hard and fast; all that you care about is getting Olivia inside of you as quickly as possible. 

It is only a couple of moments later that two fingers slide easily inside of you, and you scream from the sudden friction. It isn’t exactly what you were hoping for, but it will do for the moment. Her fingers curl inside of you, hitting that perfect spot as her thumb circles your clit hard and fast. There is no teasing today, only the burning desire to claim you as hard and fast as possible. 

“Liv…oh shit…oh shit…oh shit,” you chant out as she nibbles your clit softly before soothing it with a broad stroke of her tongue. 

“Come on, my love, give me what is mine,” she growls, her fingers never slowing. “Come for me. I know you can do it.”

Seconds later, you shatter, back arching off the blankets as your vision blurs around the edges. Your first orgasm is never this hard, but the thought of what is to come next is sending you into a spiral. Once you are slightly settled, Olivia pulls away, and you whimper at the loss of contact, reaching for her. 

She grabs your hand, kissing the back of it gently. “Mi amore, I have to get it ready. Just sit there and look gorgeous. I will be back in a couple of moments.”

You merely nod and sink back into the comfort of the blankets as you try to catch your breath. Olivia returns a few moments later with a black strap tightened around her hips. You wish you could say that you cared about how this all worked, but you really didn’t. Not when she told you to get on your hands and knees. In that moment, all you cared about was being fucked and filled into peaceful oblivion.

When she sinks into you, a guttural moan escapes your lips, and you fall forward onto your elbows. Olivia grabs a handful of your hair, pulling you up slightly as she starts a slow rhythm with her hips. She leans over your back, and you can feel her hard nipples rubbing against your skin as she whispers in your ear. 

“You don’t know how long I have been waiting for this. To feel you shatter beneath me while I fill you up with my baby. To be able to see you grow and for the whole fucking world to know that I am the one you belong to.”

“I am yours, all yours,” you pant as she picks up speed. “Please, Liv.”

“Please, what mi amore?” She teases but doesn’t slow down. There is nothing she can do to stop herself today. She is a monster possessed, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t craving to hear you say that you want this just as much as she does.

“Fuck…shit…Liv,” you whimper, hands clawing at the sheets. “Fill me with your baby. Make me yours. I want to whole world to know I am yours.”

Olivia grins and pushes the button low in the harness to release the solution that she placed inside. As you feel it squirt inside of you, the last of your resolve shatters, and you come around her. Your fiancé follows shortly after chanting your name like a broken prayer. 

When she finally pulls out, you whimper slightly at the loss. She kisses your forehead softly to soothe you before moving to clean you up. After she is done, Olivia finally crawls into bed next to you, pulling you into her side. As she drifts off to sleep, she traces random patterns along your skin. 

“Do you think it will work?” you ask through a soft yawn. 

“I sure hope it does.”

THREE MONTHS LATER

It doesn’t start out as a big explosion; it really is just a combination of small things that finally erupt into something larger. 

You don’t know what is going on with your body or your mind, but deep down, you know something is wrong. You are on edge at all times, and everything sets you off (in anger and tears), and you feel out of control. You try to talk to your doctor about it, get your meds changed, but your complaints are ignored or dismissed. You feel yourself going crazy, and it starts to eat at you, so you stop taking them entirely. It helps with the sickness you feel initially, but soon every morning you are nauseous with a pounding headache that settles right between your eyes and doesn’t let up. 

Olivia is supportive and caring, trying her best to piece together what is going on. She encourages you to try different doctors, to get the answers you are looking for, but the mention only spirals into more anxiety. Eventually, you turn to snapping at her. You know you shouldn’t, but sometimes that pitiful look on her face when she stares at you is too much. You are exhausted from being the focus of her care, when you know that you should be the one in control of your own emotions. There is a part of you that wants her to yell, scream, anything other than look at you like you are something that needs to be fixed. 

So you start fights just to get a reaction out of her. At first, she can keep it together, her calm mask never cracking, but eventually it snaps. You spend more time arguing with slamming doors than lying in bed together laughing. Then, eventually, Olivia starts spending nights at the precinct to avoid arguments; the gray brick building consumes her whole day, and you feel neglected. It is a misery of your own making, but you feel so lost in your own mind that you don’t know how to get out of it. 

You decide to follow her for a day to see what she is up to. At first, it's just normal work stuff, but eventually, when everyone has left for the day, Olivia turns away from the house and continues with her day. She holes up in a bar that you have never seen before, and your heart sinks. There was a little piece of you that worried about her cheating, but you swore that she would never betray you in that way. However, there is a nagging that pushes you into the bar just to make sure. 

You find her sitting in a booth tucked in the corner. You can tell that she is upset, with tears welling in the brown eyes that you have come to memorize. It causes a flicker of pain to go through your heart before it is replaced by anger when you see who is comforting her. Elliot Stabler has one arm wrapped around her shoulders and the other gently caressing her thigh. The look on his face is one of slight concern, but there is something buried deeper, and you know instantly, he wants to fuck your future wife. 

Your steps aren’t your own as you storm towards the table. “You have got to be fucking kidding me, Olivia.”

Her head snaps up, a flicker of guilt crossing her face as she wipes away the tears frantically. “Y/N, what are you doing here?” 

“Trying to figure out why my wife has decided to spend all her time at work instead of at home with me,” you snap and then look at Elliot, who is still holding Olivia closely. “I am not shocked that out of all the people in the world, you chose him to fall into bed with. I knew there was something between you two, but you kept telling me I was delusional. Now look at the proof right in front of me.”

“We aren’t together,” Olivia says, attempting to untangle herself. At the same time, Elliot bristles, his words coming out in a growl. “Maybe she wouldn’t have to turn to me if you weren’t such a bitch all the time and give her what she actually needs.”

The words are a harsh punch to the gut, and your head fills with insecurities. It has been a while since you and Olivia have been together; you have been too sick or pissed off to think about it, and you knew she was being patient. However, there was always that sinking feeling that her patience could only last for so long, and now here was Elliot confirming everything that you felt. You choke back tears and look at Olivia. 

“You told him about our fucking love life?”

Olivia has the decency to look embarrassed, “he is one of my best friends. I am sure that you tell Ayanna about us all the time.”

“No, never,” you say as a single tear falls down your face. “I go to you when we are having problems. You haven’t been there… I have been all alone.”

“And whose fault is that, Y/N? You have been pushing me away every chance that you get. I don’t even think you love me anymore.” The other woman points out, and the final piece of you shatters.

“I have never stopped loving you, not once,” you stammer but the look on Olivia’s face makes you realize that she doesn’t feel the same. “How could you ever think so little of me?”

Olivia’s typically well-controlled anger finally breaks. Her eyes darken as she glares at you, “Y/N, you are acting unstable. I don’t know what has been up with you lately, but you need to get back on your fucking meds.”

It is the sentence that explodes the rest of your life. You have always told Olivia how making medication is hard for you, how you always feel like the butt of some unknown joke, and how desperately you wish that you could be normal without them. You are crying now, tears making a path down your face before you can even stop them. Olivia’s face softens for a second as she realizes what she has done, but you don’t care anymore. 

 “Fuck you, Olivia Benson. Fuck you,” You grit out, taking the glass from the table and tossing the red wine at both of them. 

You don’t wait to see where it lands, you don’t hear when Olivia tries to call after you, or notice the way that Stabler holds her back from chasing you. The only thing you can think about right now is getting somewhere safe. Which is how you end up on your best friend Ayanna’s couch, drinking straight from a large bottle of wine.

“Maybe you need some time away,” Ayanna says gently as you fill her in on everything that has been going on. “Come back with a different perspective on life. You always felt better after going under for a bit. The undercover mission should only last a couple of months at most. It isn't a complex case, a little money laundering, a little skimming money off the top, we just need to know why. ”

“I can't go undercover without telling Olivia,” you protested, swirling the glass. “Plus, you know that really isn't my scene anymore, Aya.”

“It’s like riding a bike. You never really forget. Spend the night here, sleep on it, and talk to Olivia tomorrow.”

You get back to your apartment early the next morning, a little hungover, but determined to make things right with Olivia. Your key slides into the lock, and there is a shiver that runs up your spine, something to warn you that things have already gone horribly wrong. When you enter the apartment, it is quiet and completely bare. All of Olivia’s personal items have been stripped away: her clothes gone from the closet, books pulled off the shelves, pictures taken from frames. There is a note on the counter in her swirling handwriting that explains it all. 

I don’t think I can do this anymore, at least not now. I am calling off the wedding, and I think we should spend some time apart…to figure out who we are…to remember why we fell in love. I am not saying that we are done forever, just for now.

You wait for the tears to come, but they don’t. Instead, you stand there and feel nothing at all. Finally, you pick up the phone and dial Ayanna’s number. 

“I’ll go undercover. Today.”

ONE MONTH LATER

The case was supposed to be simple. The Reznikov family was an up-and-coming Russian powerhouse that had created a chain of small butcher shops. Their success was unprecedented, and they were growing quickly- too quickly. It was believed that Galina, aka “Red”, the mother to her three boys, Michael, Nicholas, and Simon, was skimming money off the top of local charities to propel the family’s success. You were to go in as her new assistant and figure out where the money was coming from and what it was being used for. You would find out shortly into the undercover that it was much more complex than that, and once you were in the jaws of the family, there was no getting out, and 1PP was content letting you stay there as long as it took, no matter how desperately you tried to free yourself. 

Things became even more complicated when Red pushed you into the bathroom with a box full of pregnancy tests that you swore you didn’t need, but she insisted you take anyway. 

“Malyshka (baby girl)! What does it say?” Red asks, pounding on the door.

You don’t even have to wait for the timer to beep; the results come back with shocking speed. All tests have the word pregnant etched in them. You are pregnant and have been for some time. Suddenly, it hits you like a knife to the gut: it’s Olivia’s baby. You had been so convinced it wouldn’t work, you had never thought to check before now. 

“This can't be fucking happening,” you stutter, punching the mirror in front of you. It shatters into a thousand pieces, your hand blooming with blood.

Red bursts through the door, taking in the scene. She cleans the cuts along your knuckles, wrapping them tightly in towels before she glances at the counter. She grins, hugging you tightly like this should be good news.

“Don't worry about a thing, Malyshka, the sem’ya (family) will take care of you. You are one of us now.”

For years, you have been desperate for a family, anything to hold onto and call your own. Red has been nice, defending you from her boys who try to harm you, but this isn’t the family you wanted. You had thought that this family would be with Olivia. Now you are stranded undercover, unable to reach the mother of your child, and forced to have your daughter born into a life of crime. You try to get out, you try to contact Olivia, but from that moment forwar,d Red watches you like a hawk, dotes over you like a concerned mother, and you would be lying if you said that you allow it to happen for the mission. No, you fall into Red’s web because you feel desperately alone, and you know it is the only way for your daughter to survive. 

Viola Nova Benson

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Those personal experiences had been… less than savory and sure as hell not sweet. Men were clumsy, only out for their own pleasure, and not nearly as adventurous as she had hoped. You, however, were entirely different. Over the past year of being together, you had opened a whole new world to Melissa. She had experimented with women in the past, but none of them was quite like you. Who showed her what it meant to be loved, cherished, desired. You were everything she had never dared to dream about.

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Her eyes scan over your body as if you were a blank canvas waiting for her to create a masterpiece. However, Melissa isn't equipped with paint and a brush, she has chocolate, strawberries, and a can of whip cream. Goosebumps coat your skin as the anticipation starts to eat away at you.

Her nail traces the skin on your stomach from bottom to top before stopping at the bottom of your breasts. “Relax, mi amore, I'll take care of you soon.”

Finally her hand flexes around the chocolate syrup bottom and she flips the lid off with a simple flick of her nail. She makes big swoops along your body and it is only because she speaks each letter out loud that you know what she is spelling.

M-E-L-I-S-S-A S-C-H-E-M-M-E-N-T-I

Her eyes glow as she finishes her mark on you. You feel the liquid rolling down your skin sending a shiver down your spine. The redhead doesn't stop there though. She tossed the lid for the whip cream shaking the container. With a simple flick of her wrist she covers each of your nipples and belly button.

You think she is done until she taps the side of your face gently with the nozzle of the container. You open your mouth and a heap of whip cream falls inside. Her tongue follows shortly after as she smashes her lips into yours. It is a kiss full of desperation, and a promise, that she is absolutely set out to ruin you.

She pulls away pulling at your bottom lip before she moves down your jawline. She nips and sucks in a frenzied manner. Melissa doesn't want to take her time today, she has a future full of teasing you, this is all about devouring you. Today is about feeding that thing inside of her that can never seem to get enough of you.

When Melissa reaches your breasts the whip cream has melted slightly dripping down the sides and onto the sheets. She grins at the sight, licking your first breast quickly before swooping to the next one. Your skin is on fire as her tongue traces the pattern of the melted cream as if she can’t waste a single drop. You would be embarrassed by the way you are chanting her name but you know she loves it.

It’s why she wrote her name across you in the first place. You are hers: to love, to claim, to destroy: however she sees fit.

She glances down at your stomach for a moment, your chest heaving as you attempt to catch your breath. Her fingers gently pluck a deep red strawberry from the bow, twirling it for a moment, before she dips it in the whip cream and across the letters of her name. Once it is completely coated in chocolate she places it against her lips, sucking it gently for a moment before biting off the tip.

“Strawberries have always been my favorite,” she grins before dangling it out in front of you. You take a bite and she throws the stem back into the bowl. Her gaze turns back towards you. “Now where was I?”

Your back is arching off the bed as her tongue runs across your body. As she works to get you clean her hands are everywhere. One moment they are pinching your nipples, the next they are running down your sides, then teasing between your thighs. You are a whimpering mess by the time she finally places a kiss on your pelvic bone.

She spreads your legs open and you blush when you realize you are literally dripping onto the sheet below you. This only makes Melissa smile however as she pulls out another strawberry. She runs it between your folds, one, twice, three times before pulling it back. It glistens in the soft light of the bedroom and she stares at it for a moment. Finally she bites it, moaning at the taste.

When she finally opens her eyes she smiles greedily. “Now that mi amore might be my favorite meal.”

She sinks between your legs and her hot breath along your clit makes your body tense automatically. Melissa wraps her arms around your hips anchoring you to her before she sets to work. She licks and sucks like a woman possessed. Her tongue swirls in and out of you as her nose brushes against your clit.

“Melissa…fuck…shit…shit,” you whimper as you get closer and closer to the edge.

She doesn't stop, just moves to suck on your clit so two fingers can slide easily inside you. Your head falls back and your back bows off the bed. Her free hand digs into you trying to keep you still but the effort is pointless. You are bucking into her fingers, grinding against face, too lost to find your release to stop even if you wanted to.

Second later, with a curl of her fingers Melissa sends you spiraling off the cliff. You come around her and she fucks you through it, not stopping until your energy is spent and you collapse back against the sheets. She pulls away panting as she kisses back up your body.

She places a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Rest up mi amore, I still have so much planned for you. After we get you cleaned up.”

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It was one of her more risqué outfits, barely legal to be wearing in school, but Ava didn’t care. Not today, when all she wanted was for you to be worked up over her mere presence. She was in a black oversized suit jacket that she was using as a dress. There was a small black cami that she wore underneath it to keep herself slightly modest, but anytime you walked by, she made sure to pull it down enough that you would see the slope of her cleavage. If that wasn’t enough, the dress barely stopped mid-thigh, which meant every time Ava leaned over, she would give the perfect view of her ass. Her leg muscles were on full display as she walked from room to room, her heels pushing her up to an almost ungodly level. 

She was out to ruin you today, and fuck was she going to have fun doing it. 

You were on your lunch break when you first bounced on her. As she was walking down the hall, her heels clicking in the empty space, you grabbed her wrist and pulled you into your empty classroom. She let out a huff of air as your back was slammed against the door. 

Your hands were trailing up her thighs, skimming the edge of her dress, when she grabbed your wrists and pulled you away. A whimper leaves your lips as you try to kiss down her neck, the spot that makes her absolutely fold every time.

“Not now, princess. I got shit I gotta do today and can't be walking around with the ‘i just got fucked’ look. Schemmenti didn't let me live it down for a week,” she explains, slipping from your grasp. 

Your eyes narrow as she walks to the other exit from your classroom. “And you don't think I'm going to get roasted for looking like a hornball?”

“Oh, you will,” Ava winks, “but that is what makes this fun.”

You growl, and her only response is to laugh before slipping out the door as quickly as she came.

By the time you get back to the apartment, your skin is tingling with the need to find any release to this tension that has grown in the pit of your stomach. Ava still has three hours left in her day, and frankly, you don't have the patience. You really try at first, occupying your time by cooking dinner, grading papers, and even cleaning a little, but nothing works. Especially when your phone pings to a picture from the torturer in question. 

She is in the bathroom, the off-yellow tiles framing her, and making the red of her lipstick pop. You can't see her eyes, only the bottom edge of her lip that is slightly open. Her suit top is open, the cami pulled down, and the bra shoved to the side. One hand is taking the picture while the other is rolling her nipple in her perfectly manicured fingers. There is no text to accompany it, just the knowledge that she knows she has sunk her claws into you.

Y/N: I actually despise you

Ava: You love me.

Y/N: Unfortunately I love you too damn much

She doesn't respond after that, and the rest of your resolve disappears just as easily as she did in your classroom this morning. You yank off your clothes too far past caring to truly understand where they end up, and create a path back to the bedroom. You prop the phone up on the nightstand, the picture of Ava pulled up for full display. You reach down into the nightstand and rifle through what your girlfriend has named The O Drawer and pull out your favorite vibrator. It isn’t anything fancy, just a purple wand with three settings. You don’t need all the fanfare, not when you have Ava’s perfect body and sassy attitude to send you over the edge. 

She isn’t there to help you now, but you use the picture to create a daydream world that you can fall into. Your focus softens as you stare at the picture, and the rest of the world fades away. Your hands trail down your chest, pulling and twisting at your nipples. Goosebumps rise across your skin, and moans slip past your lips. You take your time letting your hands continue down to the apex of your thigh. 

You whimper as you swipe your finger through the wetness that has begun to gather. You are already soaking, and it is only the beginning. Your free hand grabs for the purple wand that has rolled into your side. It flickers to life at the simple press of a button, and you press it against your clit. The vibration is a shock, and your back arches off the bed. 

“Fuck.. Ava… Ava,” you whimper, your eyes screwing shut. 

As you start to unravel, you fail to notice that Ava has come home. She doesn’t fail to hear to way your moans echo through the walls of the small apartment. Ava pads through the hallway quietly, pausing at the open door of the bedroom. Her eyes linger on your body, already drenched with sweat, as you edge yourself closer and closer. She waits to see how long it will take you to notice she is there, but mostly she stays silent because she is enjoying the show. 

However, when you get right on the edge of erupting, you feel a hand circle your wrist and pull the vibrator away. Your eyes burst open, and you are panting as you look at Ava. There is a devilish grin on her face as she twirls it in her hand. 

“Someone started without me.”

You blush a deep red, “I…I… you have been teasing me all day.”

“It is so much fun,” your girlfriend beams, her fingers coming to trace along your skin. “Plus, I am loving the show, but I think that I can do so much better.”

“Please,” you whimper. “Please, Ava, please.”

“Gladly,” she winks. 

Her lips find yours in a desperate kiss as she places the vibrator back against your clit. You jump at the contact, and you can feel Ava smile as she moves down your jaw to your neck. Her teeth graze the soft skin she finds there until she bites hard on your pulse point. Her name falls off your lips like a chant. Your fingers go to grip in her hair, nails scraping across your scalp, as she sucks a deep purple hickey low on your throat. It will be a bitch to cover up for work tomorrow, but you don’t care. 

When she is done, Ava pulls away slightly, “Come for me, princess.”

She presses the vibrator harder for just a second, and you buck against her as you fall over the edge. It comes hard and fast, your whole body shuddering with the sudden release. Seconds later, the purple toy is turned off and tossed to the floor, but it doesn’t mean that Ava is done. She replaces it with two fingers curling inside of you. 

You are barely recovered from your first orgasm as she starts to build the second one. Her thumb rolls over your clit as her fingers twist and curl against you. Her mouth finally releases from your neck, making a path down to your chest. You are seeing stars by the time she takes a nipple in your mouth. She bites lightly enough for a flicker of pain to run through you, but as quickly as the moment is there, it is gone.

“Ava…oh shit… shit..” you whimper, your limbs now moving on their own accord. 

“I know, princess, I got you. You can do it. Just let go.”

If the first orgasm was an eruption, the second one is an explosion. One that rocks you to your very core. You come shaking, shivering, sobbing as she gently coaxes you through it. When your back finally lands against the bed, you know you can’t take any more. Ava knows it too; she kisses your cheek gently. 

“I love you, princess,” She whispers, pulling the blankets up around you. 

You curl into her chest, hands clinging to her like she is your lifeline back to your body. She kisses your forehead, and you finally remember how to respond. 

“I love you too,” you whisper, sleep already overtaking you. 

“Next time, remind me to get a better camera angle,” Ava murmurs, and your eyes burst open.

 In her manicured hands, she holds up your phone, the video of what just took place playing softly across the screen. She grins, rewinding it to the moment that you shatter. When she catches you watching, she winks lightly. 

“What can I say? I like to watch.”

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Which is how she found herself in the situation she was now. Standing in the safety of your shared bedroom with a blue blindfold tied around her eyes so that she was surrounded in darkness. It had been her idea of course, but she had underestimated the amount of torture that would come with it. The sweet kind of torture that made every hair stand on edge, every piece of her body beg for more, and cause a damp spot to form between her legs.

“Ready my love?” You whisper after what feels like hours and Chessy can feel the heat of your breath across her lips.

“Yes,” she responds softly leaning forward to kiss you but you have already moved on.

The next time you speak it is directly in her ear, a change of direction so sharp she jumps. “You trust me right?”

She nods the words tumbling from her mouth in a rush. “Of course I do.”

“Then strip.”

Chessy scrambles to comply, dropping her jean jacket to the floor. Her tank top follows, with her bra standing no chance after she fumbles with the clasps for a moment. She looks desperate as she pops the button of her pants, sliding the longer zipper down till she can push the fabric down her hips, but she doesn't care. She needs you in a way that makes her body feel on fire, and you haven't even touched her yet.

That sense of relief finally comes as she attempts to take off her underwear. The motion is jerky and she loses balance with one of her senses gone. Before she can stumble for more than a moment your hands wrap around her waist. You pull her to your chest and Chessy lets out a rush of breath as she feels the fabric of your shirt against her bare back. It’s a grounding and sensual moment wrapped into one.

“Careful sweetheart, we haven't even started yet,” you chide gently.

Once she is steady back on her feet your hands begin to roam her body. There is no space between your chest and Chessy’s back and she uses one hand to grip your hip to keep herself steady.

You start by kissing down her neck while your fingers trail lightly up and down her sides. A moan leaves Chessy as her head lolls to the side allowing you more access. She thought she knew what your lips felt like on her skin, but this is a different sensation altogether. Unable to watch where you are going next she lets out a yelp when you bite her pulse point. You soothe it with a lick but the reprieve is short lived as your hand twists her nipple.

It is a mix of a grunt and a groan that leaves her mouth as Chessy’s body involuntarily arches into your touch. Just as she gets used to these motions, able to track your fingers with some success you pull away.

Before Chessy can protest she is being lifted off the ground with a yelp reverberating around the room. She scrambles to find purchase around your shoulders but you only giggle tightening your hold. Moments later she is not so much laid down as dropped onto the bed.

It is laughter that springs from the lips you have spent hours memorizing as she bounces once, twice, then settles among the fluffy blankets. She thinks the torture must be over now, you had your fun, and now in the bed she will get what she has been praying for.

However that is not the case. You grab her ankles pulling her forward till her legs dangle over the edge of the bed. Then there is nothing, but utter stillness that makes the silence even more suffocating.

“Baby?” She calls out nervously.

“Just admiring the view,” you say smugly before your hands push her knees further open. “You are fucking dripping.”

Chessy can feel a blush burning her cheeks but she knows it’s the truth. The need in her is only amplified when your warm breath rushes across her clit. She bucks involuntarily a little whimper leaning her lips. The sound is accompanied by a giggle that makes Chessy convinced you have that smug smile on your face that she adores so much.

She can only think about this for a second before she feels it: a sharp bite to her inner thigh. Her back arches from the bed as she cries out. Before she can fully recover there is a sharp bite to her other thigh. You nip and suck until Chessy is sure that a large bruise is going to remind her of this day for weeks.

She has just adjusted to the feel of the bite throbbing when another sensation takes over. A broad lick that stops right at her clit makes her body buck. Her legs press down on your shoulders as your arms move to anchor her hips into place. It only takes seconds of licking and sucking for Chessy to be in oblivion.

“Shit…shi…shit,” she moans her hands tightening in the sheets after your tongue swirls greedily around her clit.

She can’t see your eyes, the blindfold darkening everything around her but she can feel the heat of your gaze setting a pathway of fire along her skin. She doesn't need you to say anything to know what you want. After this long together she has become adept at knowing what will send you over the edge just as quickly as she will. Her hands move to her breasts kneading and pulling at her nipples.

The moan you let out vibrates her to the core and she presses harder against you as she screams out. “Don't stop baby. Fuck. I'm so…”

She can't finish the sentence as you settle in with renewed intention. Her toes curl, her thighs press around your ears, her back arches helplessly off the bed, and then she stiffens. Her orgasm isn't so much of a crash as a rush. A rush of liquids that coat the inside of her thighs and drip down your chin. But it doesn't stop you, you continue to lick until Chessy is spent.

Her body is shuddering, goosebumps cover her skin, and her breath comes in gasps that seem to shake with every exhalation. She doesn’t realize you have left the room until there is a warm washcloth between her legs cleaning up the mess she made. Seconds later she can hear it flop into the laundry bin before she is being lifted again. This time as she settles against the pillows with the covers pulled around her the blindfold falls away.

Her eyes adjust to the light before settling onto your smug face. Her release is still around your face perfectly accenting the smile etched into your features.

“I love you,” you say before pulling her into a desperate kiss.

Chessy moans into it, the taste of her mixing into the kiss. When she finally pulls away she is breathless again. “I love you more.” She punctuates the moment with another kiss before pushing your shoulder down so she can settle on your hips. “Now let me show you how much I can tease.”

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The powerhouse explosive Casey is what the whole world got to see, but you, you got a special part of Casey that was only unlocked behind closed doors. The one that completely unraveled at your touch, at how you made her feel, and most importantly, how you talked to her. In every other aspect of her life, Casey demanded praise, craved it, but you weren't here to give her that. You were here to tell her every little thing that pissed you off, and she fucking loved it. 

Today, after a long day of Casey ordering everyone around the bullpen, you were fed up and wanted your revenge. Nothing harsh, at least not by the standards that ordered your relationship, but enough for Casey to remember who was in power.

Which is exactly why she was on her knees, her bare skin covered in goosebumps, as she waited for your orders. You stalked around her heels, clicking against the floor as you took in your girlfriend. Stripped away were the layers of suits and glamour, and now only Casey knelt before you. Her blonde hair was brushing her shoulders as her eyes tracked you closely. She didn’t speak. She knew better than that, just watched you intently.

“Oh, Case, what am I supposed to do with you?” You ask, grabbing a handful of her hair to pull her head back to look at you. “You walk around all day thinking that you are better than everyone else, but here…here you answer to me and only me. Isn’t that right?”

“Only for you,” Casey moans out. 

“Then prove it,” you growl, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Show me exactly how you belong to me.”

Casey springs into action, crawling across the floor until she can wrap your hands around your pants. She pops open the button, and you lift your hips slightly to allow the jeans to be pulled down your hips. When they are full on the floor, Casey throws them across the room without ever taking her eyes off you. Her fingers gently walk up your thigh before prying them apart. She whimpers at the sight of you in front of her, and your cocky grin only spreads. 

“You are just some cocky, arrogant slut, aren’t you?” You laugh, running your fingers through her hair. “In the courtroom, you think you are some hotshot, but at the end of the day, all you want is to be on your knees in front of me.”

Casey nods, lifting your legs over her shoulders. She breathes you in for a moment before her green eyes flick up to you. “Can I?”

“Look who knows how to listen now,” You tsk but nod your consent. 

It doesn’t take Casey long to pull your hips closer to you so that her nose brushes against your clit. She works hard, her tongue lapping at you like a woman starved, to bring any sound of pleasure out of you. You bite down on your lip hard, not trying to let the moans escape, while you grip Casey’s hair hard. 

The blonde strands curl in your fingers as you growl out. “You are going to have to work harder than that, my little slut.”

Casey redoubles her effort, sucking on her clit as two fingers drag between your thighs. It is only when her fingers slip inside of you that you let out a choked moan. One hand falls back to catch yourself on the mattress and give you better leverage to grind against her face. 

“At least that mouth is good for something other than being a bitch,” you growl as you get closer and closer to the edge. 

Casey uses her free hand to ground your hips down, but you can tell that she is enjoying it. She presses her thighs together to attempt to get any relief. Your hands grip her hair harder, and you feel as Casey moans into you. The vibrations finally uncoil the spiral that has built up in your chest. Your legs press against Casey’s ears as you shudder. 

Casey attempts to get closer to you, but you push her head away, and she finally releases you. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath. Casey merely stays, tracing light patterns between your thighs. You tap the bed as a silent command for Casey to join you. She clambers on the bed, kissing your cheek gently. 

“I am not done with you yet,” you murmur, eyes still closed. “Come sit on my face to prove how much of a needy slut you really are.”

Casey doesn’t waste any time slotting her thighs on either side of your face. You pull down on her thighs hard so that she has to scramble to catch her balance. Her moans fill the room as you suck her clit hard. She is already starting to drip down your face, but it only propels you to go quicker and harder. Casey’s legs are trembling as she tries to push herself off for any sense of relief, but you ignore her. You pull down harder until she yelps and liquids stream down your face. 

You tap her hip gently, and she rolls off to collapse next to you. You turn over to kiss her cheeks before pulling the blanket high around both of you. “You are such a good girl.”