#myprincess

Olivia Benson x Reader

Olivia strides into her office gun and badge in hand stopping short when she sees you at her desk. Smiling she closes the door behind her walking towards you. “Hi, sweets. What you're doing?” she asked curiously. “Novak is really Irritating. Did you know that?” you asked typing heavily against the keyboard. Olivia chuckles “She can be. Why? What did she do today?” she asked? Typing even more aggressively you answered, “She called me a pillow princess.” “Ookay, what's that? And why are you taking it out on my keyboard?” Olivia asked. Sighing you swiveled the chair around to face Olivia with a pout. “Apparently it's a term used in the LGBTQ+ community it means someone who likes to receive more than to give. She claims I am one because I'm in a relationship with you. Apparently, I fit the bill for the category. “

Olivia chuckles pulling you up as she takes a sit in her chair pulling you back down into her lap. “Honey, Casey just likes to get under your skin. She doesn't know anything about our relationship or how it works,” she says calmly. “Yes I know but I looked it up and I can see some similarities. You do take charge most of the time and I don't want you to feel like I don't give you the same,” you mumbled keeping your eyes low. “Oh, honey that's not true at all. If anything I feel like we both give and receive equally. I just tend to be a top more. That doesn't mean you give me any less. Besides, I like to spoil you. You're in fact, my princess.” she chuckles poking your side. You laugh rolling your eyes. “I guess. I just don't like it that she called me that,” you muttered dropping your head onto her shoulder as she runs her hands down your back. “Honey I've told you before the best thing to do is ignore Novak. She's all mouth,” she says making you chuckle.