warnings: semi-public sex (office), jealousy, possessive!Alex, boobs. fingering, scratching, hickeys, hair pulling, pet names (angel, baby), swearing, praise, Alex says 'sexy' 😭😭, oral sex (r!receiving)
𝓣hinking of jealous! Alex Cabot who can usually keep her composure through anything, but the second an unsuspecting officer asks for your number a switch inside her brain seems to flip and she's dragging you to her office.
she sat down at her desk, pulling you into her lap, still seething with jealousy and a need to prove herself as yours, but you stopped her, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to her lips, your hair falling down around the both of you, framing her gorgeous face beneath you. Alex melted into your kiss, her free hand tangling in your hair to hold you closer. She parted her lips against yours, her tongue pushing into your mouth, claiming you, marking you as hers. Her other hand slipped down to the button of your jeans, undoing it with practiced ease. She tugged on your waistband, her breath hitching when her fingers met bare skin. She moaned softly into your mouth. "Oh baby," she murmured. "God, I need you so bad."
The desperation in Alex's voice set your heart racing and heated your blood. You pressed closer to her, your fingers finding the buttons of her shirt. Slowly, you popped each one, revealing more and more smooth, alabaster skin for your fingertips to explore, however, alex's hands were less restrained.
She pushed your shirt up, exposing your cleavage to her hungry gaze. Cursing softly under her breath, she unhooked your bra with a quick flick, her hands immediately cupping your bared breasts. She took their weight in her palms, massaging and squeezing them as her thumbs rolled over your nipples. "Fuck angel.." she moaned against your neck, her fingers squeezing harder. She shifted on the chair, spreading her legs slightly and pulling you forward into the new space. You could feel the heat radiating from her through her trousers. She was already wet, and the knowledge only intensified your own need.
With one hand still on your breast, Alex's other hand fumbled with the clasp of your jeans, pulling them down as best she could in the confining space. Her fingers glided through your wet folds, finding your clit and circling it slowly. Her touch was light, teasing, intentionally avoiding where you wanted her most. Meanwhile, her mouth was occupied with your neck, leaving a trail of hickeys down to your collarbone. She nipped at the skin, her tongue soothed the bites, and her teeth left marks which would take weeks to fade. "You're already so wet for me," she murmured, her fingers dipping lower, just barely breaching your entrance. "Such a good girl." Her words, her touch, her possessiveness, it was all too intense, yet not enough. You could feel the heat building, coiling low in your stomach, begging for release. You reached down, your fingers delving into her hair. The movement caused your nipple to disappear into her mouth, and she sucked, hard, making you gasp. You used your grip on her hair to pull her even closer, grinding against her hand with a renewed vigour.
Alex moaned against your chest, the vibration sending shivers down your spine. Her touch turned rougher, her fingers pressed deeper, finding that spot inside you that made sparks dance behind your eyes. She pumped her fingers fast, hard, the sound of her hand against your wetness filling the room. She curled her fingers, finding that spot again, then repeated the motion, her mouth still busy with your nipple. "You taste so fucking good, baby," she murmured. Her thumb replaced her mouth on your nipple, rolling and pinching it while her tongue flicked against the other. You could feel her smirk against your skin as you writhed in her lap, your grip on her hair tightening almost painfully.
She loved this. She loved the way you moaned, how you arched into her touch, how you ground down against her fingers, desperately seeking pressure and heat and pleasure.She added a third finger and the stretch made your eyes roll back, your brain short-circuiting for a moment. Alex's name slipped from your lips, a prayer, a plea, a curse. "Alex.. please, God, Alex." Hearing you say her name, seeing you come undone under her touch, did something to her. She couldn't get enough you, couldn't get close enough. She slid her fingers back out, the loss of them making you whimper.
she had one arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tight, she stood, lifting you with her. In a few quick steps, she had you propped on the edge of her desk, her hands tugging off your jeans the rest of the way. She leaned in, her hands under your thighs, spreading your legs further apart. The sudden exposure made you shiver, but she was there, her body crowding you, her hands warm against the coolness of your skin.
"So beautiful," she murmured, more to herself than to you, her eyes raking over your body with a possessiveness that set your nerves on fire. She slid her hands up your inner thighs, her thumb skimming over your clit, her fingers dipping back inside. You moaned, arching off the desk, your hands finding purchase on her shoulders, her arms, anything to hold onto.
Alex didn't let up, her fingers working you with precision, curling and pressing against that spot inside you that made stars dance behind your eyes. She leaned forward, her mouth finding your neck, her teeth grazing your skin, adding to the symphony of sensations. "You're so close angel," she murmured against your throat, her free hand moving to grip your hip. "I can feel it." She slid a third finger back in, the stretch delicious, the edge of pain and pleasure sending shivers rippling through your body. You writhed under her, one hand tangled in her hair, the other digging into her shoulder. Your gasps and moans filled the room, punctuated by the wet slap of her hand against your clit. "Al, please," you begged, but you didn't even know what you were begging for. More, less, something else altogether.
"Please what, sweetheart?" Alex murmured, her tone both teasing and taunting. But under the façade, you could hear the hitch in her breath, the rough edge to her voice. She was just as affected as you, holding onto her control by a thread.
Her fingers pumped faster, harder, her thumb pressed against your clit. Her lips found yours, her tongue pushed into your mouth, silencing the moans that threatened to escape. She was everywhere, her taste, her scent, that possessive, feral edge to her touch. "Come for me," she growled against your mouth, her fingers never ceasing their relentless pace. "I want to see come for me baby."
Her words sent a jolt of heat straight to your core, and your body obeyed. Your orgasm crashed over you, wave after wave of pleasure that left you shuddering and boneless.
Through your haze, you felt Alex's hands shift to your hips, supporting you as your body tensed and released. Her mouth found your neck again, leaving a trail of soft, feather light kisses up to your ear. "Good girl," she murmured, her breath hot against your skin. Her fingers moved, bringing your hips closer to the edge of the desk. "You're so beautiful like this." You could hear the rasp in her voice, the roughness that betrayed her own arousal. But she wasn't done with you yet.
With a firm grip on your hips, she slid you forward, shifting your weight so that your legs rested on her shoulders. Your breath hitched, your body still sensitive from your orgasm. But before you hada moment to recover, she was there, her mouth on you, her tongue tasting you. She moaned against your clit, sending vibrations through your core, her hands holding you in place as she devoured you. "You taste.." she murmured, her voice low and rough, "fucking amazing." She wasn’t gentle. Her mouth and tongue worked tirelessly, pressing against your clit, flicking it, then lapping at you in languid strokes. Your moans were loud and unabashed, echoing around the quiet room. Your fingers tangled in her hair, holding her close, trying to find some purchase as she kept up her relentless assault.
"shh baby," She dipped her tongue inside you, swirling it around before returning to your clit. "..so loud." Her hands were everywhere - your thighs, your waist, your hips, holding you where she wanted you, taking what she needed.She moved one hand, her fingers sliding back inside you, finding that same spot, and you lost all semblance of control. Your back arched off the desk, your legs wrapping around her head, trying to pull her closer. All you could think about was her mouth on you, her fingers inside you, and the growing tension in your core.
"Alex," was all you could manage to say, her name a plea, a prayer, a curse. "Oh God, Alex.. please." In response, she added a third finger, the stretch making stars dance behind your eyes. She hooked her fingers, hitting that spot that made your brain short-circuit, and your hips bucked involuntarily against her mouth. She moaned against your clit, the vibration sending shivers through you. "You're so hot," she murmured, her mouth barely leaving you long enough to form the words. "..and so fucking perfect."
"It's so good," you managed to rasp out. "So good, Alex, don’t stop, please don’t stop." Your fingers tightened in her hair, your legs trembling around her head. Her free hand dug into the flesh of your thigh, holding you steady as you writhed and moaned beneath her. The sounds of her mouth and fingers working you filled the room, punctuated by your gasping moans and cries of her name. "You’re mine," she murmured against you, her voice rough but possessive. "All mine, angel."
Her words sent heat coursing through you, fueling the fire in your belly. You could feel the buildup, the tension coiled tightly, ready to snap. "Alex, I'm-" But before you could even finish your sentence your orgasm crashed over you. It was intense, unlike anything you've felt before. Your legs quivered, your toes curled, your fingers tugged at Alex's hair as you let out a guttural moan that echoed around the room. Alex continued her relentless assault, prolonging your pleasure until you collapsed back onto the desk, boneless and spent. She finally pulled back, her hands still holding you tightly, keeping you in place as she looked down at you with a smug expression. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her gaze dark and possessive. "You look.." she started, her voice a low rumble. "Wrecked." She ran her fingers up your thigh, her touch soft against your oversensitive skin. Even the slightest caress sent shivers down your spine.
im all for secret relationships being found out accidentally and it being the most TOOTHROTTING fluff ever!!!!!!
alex and her prosecutor!gf being seen up & about on their day off or something and someone from the squad sees and teases her :))
Ohh I love this thank you! I love getting to write for Alex :)
the first six months | alex cabot x f!reader
pairing: Alex Cabot x f!reader
content: flufffffffff
Your first day as a law clerk in the Manhattan DA’s office, you were expecting an enormous amount of paperwork, introductions to your new coworkers, and an intense sense of pride. You’d finally achieved your dream of working in a DA’s office, in one of the most sought-after districts in the country. What you weren’t expecting was to meet the love of your life, ADA Alexandra Cabot. The moment you shook her hand, sparks flew.
Her perfectly coifed blonde hair and no-nonsense attitude made your heart swoon, but what you couldn’t pull yourself away from were her bright blue eyes. Alex was a beast in the courtroom, the type of prosecutor you could only hope to become someday. But throughout months of working closely together, you discovered a certain softness to her that made you melt. She was as fierce a victim’s advocate as she was a prosecutor, something she said that working with the SVU team for several years had instilled in her.
Since coming to work in the DA’s office, you’d developed quite a close friendship and regular sort of banter with one another, often finding yourselves the final two remaining at whatever bar or hole-in-the-wall your team had decided on for post-work drinks. It was a Friday night, knowing that neither of you had to work in the morning, you’d both decided to stay for a final round.
“Cheers,” Alex said, holding her G&T up to clink your glass. “Remember: eye contact,” she said, looking deep into your eyes. She was a believer in the superstition that no eye contact during a cheers meant seven years of bad sex.
“Cheers,” you replied, giving her a wink. The alcohol running through your system made you feel flushed and silly, and a little bold. You cracked another joke to Alex that nearly made her spit her drink out. During her laughter, her hand found its way to your thigh, lingering there for a moment longer than it maybe should have. She cleared her throat and removed her hand.
“Sorry I—” Alex said, stopping herself. “Sorry…I get a little touchy when I’m drunk.” She laughed, a deep flush coming into her pale complexion. In a move completed fueled by the confidence that only three vodka cranberries could give you, you reached under the bar and held her hand.
“It’s okay,” you said. “I don’t mind.” Alex’s blue eyes went wide, as she squeezed your hand back.
“What do you say we go back to my place for a nightcap,” the blonde said, her voice barely above a whisper. It was your turn to flush now.
“I’d really like that.”
You both stood up, Alex sliding cash across the bar to pay for your drinks.
“No no,” you protested. “Let me at least pay for half,” you said, as you reached into your bag for your wallet. In protest, Alex took your hand and lead you outside of the bar. When you were finally out on the quiet street, she took your face in her hands. Her beautiful, strong hands.
“Are we really doing this?” You asked. In lieu of an answer, Alex leaned in and pressed her lips against yours. It was a quick, somewhat timid kiss.
“Was that okay?” Alex asked, searching your eyes for an answer. You nodded, pulling her in for another kiss. Her lips were as soft as you’d imagined them, fitting perfectly against yours. Your hands found her waist as you pulled her in closer, proceeding to press your lips against her jawline and down her neck. Alex gasped slightly.
“My place is a few blocks away,” she said as you continued to gently kiss her neck. Finally, you pulled away and nodded.
“Let’s go.”
——
You and Alex had officially been together for nearly five months now. You had decided to disclose your relationship to your respective bosses in the DA’s office a month prior, which had begun to make everything more real. Alex continued her work prosecuting SVU cases while you moved up the clerk ranks in the homicide department. Though you rarely saw each other during the day, there would sometimes be shared moments outside of the courthouse or the office building. On this particular day, you’d decided to get coffee from the cart outside the courthouse, knowing that Alex’s trial would be breaking soon. It was the middle of a frigid New York winter, but you knew the venture outside would be worth it as you saw your girlfriend coming down the courthouse steps. She had an incredibly seriously look on her face, as she so often did when she was wrapped up in court all day, but instantly brightened when she saw you.
“Hi, love,” she said, coming over and giving you a big hug. She pulled away and pressed a kiss to your lips.
“Hi baby,” you replied, handing Alex her own cup of coffee. “Wanna sit for a sec? I know it’s freezing but—”
“Anything is better than sitting in that courthouse right now,” she said, graciously taking the cup in one hand and your free hand in her other. You both sat on a bench that you thought was far away enough from the courthouse, her arm around her shoulder as you leaned into her. She pressed a kiss into the top of your head. “I’ve only got a few minutes.”
“It’s all good, any chance I get to see you is worth it. I assume you’ll be home late tonight?” You asked, sipping your coffee and feeling the warmth spread throughout you.
Alex nodded. “This case is insane, I can barely even predict how—” As Alex was talking, she was cut off.
“Alex?” The blonde looked up at the mention of her name. Standing before you was Detective Eliot Stabler.
Alex stood up, prompting you to do the same. “Eliot, hi, I thought you would still be in the courthouse.” Eliot was smiling.
“Uh, no decided to step out for some coffee, as it seems you did too.” He put his hand out to you. “Detective Eliot Stabler, I work in—”
“SVU, I know who you are. Hi, I’m y/n y/l/n, I’m a clerk over at the DA’s office.” You shook his hand. Alex’s face was bright red.
“Well now I know why Alex has been in such a good mood lately,” Eliot said, laughing.
“Eliot.” Alex said.
He put his hands up. “No, it’s great, I’m thrilled for you. I feel like we see you almost every day but barely even know anything about you. This makes it all a little bit more…human. How long have you two been together?”
You looked at Alex. “Almost six months now.” The blonde gave you a sheepish grin as Eliot looked at his watch.
“It’s about time we head back in, yeah? It was so great to meet you y/n, I’m sure I’ll be seeing more of you soon.” He shook your hand one more time.
“Yeah good to meet you too, Eliot,” you said as he gave Alex a final smile and headed back towards the courthouse. Once he was out of earshot, she put her head in her hand.
“Oh my god this is not how I expected to tell the SVU team about my relationship.”
You laughed, taking her coffee and putting the cups down on the bench. You pulled her close to you, your arms looping around her neck, giving her a sweet kiss. “I kind of like seeing you blush when you talk about me, “ you whispered in her ear. This elicited a chuckle from Alex.
“Well, knowing Eliot and his big mouth, the entire SVU squad will know about this by the end of the day. But I’m…I’m not upset about it.” She said, pulling you in for another slow kiss.
Alex picked up her coffee and gave you one final peck before she headed back up to the courthouse. “Love you, I’ll see you tonight.”
“Love you too,” you replied as you watched her walk away, morphing from your girlfriend Alex back into her work persona of ADA Alexandra Cabot. Your heart fluttered, knowing this was the woman you’d be spending the rest of your life with.
