#svu25

Summary— Set in post season 21, where Liv is Captain. Reader decides to tease Olivia throughout the day and smutty punishment ensues later that night when Liv can finally do something about it…

Mommy… Master List

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, fingering, semi-public smut, spanking, daddy kink, degradation, praise, implied orgasm denial, degradation kink, praise kink, impact play, teasing, implied future smut, etc.

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Your head hung low, over your shoulders and over the woman’s knees. It was after hours and you were bent over Olivia’s lap in her office. With another sharp crack to your barren ass, you jolted up slightly and let out a desperate mewl.

“Six—teen Daddy!!” You cried out.

You expect to feel another sharp smack to your ass, but instead you felt the woman’s hand gently rubbing your pink flesh.

“That’s it, such a good girl for Daddy.” Olivia cooed.

Pretty soon, her fingers trailed in between your legs and past your panties. She found your slick core, drenched in arousal, so wet it made you dizzy.

“Ooh Baby you’re soaked…” Liv purred, “Did Daddy make you this way…?”

You nodded vigorously, as one of her digits swiped through your folds.

“Yes yes all for Daddy, so wet for Daddy…!” You mewled.

After bringing her arousal coated digit up to her mouth and licking your juices clean off, the brunette gently caressed and squeezed your supple skin. Your body was left burning for more.

“Have you learned your lesson, sweetie…?” Liv condescendingly cooed.

You nodded vigorously.

“Yes Daddy yes yes please…!” You pled, “I’m sorry mm sorry—!”

“Sorry for what, baby…?”

“Mmm sorry for dressing up…! Sorry for distracting you!”

“You mean, you’re sorry for dressing like a slut, right…?? Daddy’s girl can’t just show up to work dressed to whore herself out… no matter whether Daddy will see her or not…” Liv spat.

You bit your lip and tensed up, as her digits dug into your left ass check possessively as she spoke. You let out a desperate mewl and nodded swiftly.

“Yes Daddy, I’m sorry please…!! I’m sorry I’m such a slut, can’t help it Daddy!” You babbled.

Your ass was smacked with a swift Crack!! again. This one went all to your core, as you felt your juices start to leak down your thighs.

“Oooooh Seventeen D-daddy!!” You cowled.

“Beg Daddy to give you mercy.” Liv demanded.

“P-please please Daddy— I… I need you Daddy!! I need your cock or your fingers or your mouth or anything Daddy please… I’ll be good I promise, Mmm so sorry Daddy pleaseee…!!” You begged.

In one fluid motion, two of Olivia’s fingers snaked back in between your legs and slid inside your gushing cunt. They pumped and curled inside you, making your toes curl and your mouth foam. You wanted to scream in pleasure, but you bit your tongue.

“Such a good girl for Daddy…” Liv cooed lustfully.

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Olivia Benson Masterlist

warnings: angsty / fresh sonny heartbreak~ i might write a part two - ill think about it

THE WARM FUZZY FEELING of the pub across the street fleeted the atmosphere today. A guttural feeling turned you away from its homely touch. Hesitant, you still wandered towards the bar anyway.

After settling in and giving the bartender your usual, it struck you. That primal stare, He was watching you, drunkenly, and the feeling caused you to sigh. You refused to look at him. He wouldn’t win this silent war. You had this in the bag.

It’s not cheating if you watch out of your fixed peripheral; it didn’t even look like you were checking him out watching him. As you pretended to look at each liquor on the wall, varying in color, size, and proof, you purposefully saw him down his scotch, and traveled closer to your barstool, trudging until he settled next to you.

“‘What are you doing here?” You asked.

Sonny smirked, slowly chuckling as he rested his chin on his palm on the bar. “I live here.”

”Not anymore,” You cut in. “I’ll ask again, what are you doing here?”

He sighed, “I work around here.” l

That wasn’t exactly a lie, although there are many better bars to be drunk in on a Friday night, closer to where he worked.

Sonny started to dig around in his pocket, and his slight struggle increased the awkwardness of this interaction. “You left this with my stuff. I figured you would need it.”

”It’s Chapstick,” you scolded. “A piece of fucking wax in plastic. You didn’t drag yourself down here to give me that.”

He began, twirling the Chapstick between his fingertips, “It’s cherry.”

“Yeah. So what?”

”You loved cherries.”

“I love cherries.” Your emphasis made him look up from his fingers, and there was that gaze. Again. “What do you want, Sonny?”

He looks longer, raking his eyes over you, before closing his tab. Sonny stood over you, softening his gaze as he moved closer to your seated position on the stool. His lips hovered, and his familiarity felt comforting.

“Goodnight, Sonny.” You stated, patting a gentle hand on his shoulder and leaving his gaze.

”Night.” He swallowed before walking away, and you intently watched as he walked out the door.

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