benson x reader thigh riding!!! please. like. please. olivia being all sweet and condescending while you try to get off and beg for her attention but not until you're crying and desperate because you want to eat her <3 i mean, uh, something something
Summary: You reunite with your girlfriend, Olivia Benson, after a week of her being undercover. You've been so well-behaved that it's impossible for her to resist you - even in her office at the precinct.
Tags/Notes: Olivia Benson x Reader, fem!reader, sub!little(ish)!reader, Dom!Olivia Benson
Content: mommy kink, thigh riding, edging/orgasm denial, porn what plot, some squad antics, mild sexual harassment that Liv rescues you from bc uhhh protective mommy liv makes me wet
A/N: as usual i will not be apologizing for overuse of pet names olivia WOULD call you baby love angel kitten darling princess every other sentence and that’s canon
Word Count: 4.4k
Your phone vibrates in the middle of a lecture. Only one number gets through your do not disturb settings during class, so you snatch up your things and practically sprint out of the room. When you answer the call just outside of the lecture hall, you clutch the phone in your hand hard enough that it hurts, desperate to hear the voice on the other end. “Livvie? Are you home?”
“Hi, baby,” her tired voice comes through. Joy rocks up your spine at the knowledge she’s safe after a week undercover. She tells you, “Just got to the precinct. I have to wrap some things up here before I can go home, but I wanted to let you know I’m back as soon as I could.”
You know her well enough to know that means she has a full workday ahead. She’s always been a workaholic. That doesn’t matter, though. Just knowing you’ll be able to see her soon cuts through the gray storm cloud you’ve been stuck in while she’s been away. “Thank you; I’ve been so worried about you.”
“I know, princess,” she sighs heavily and you picture her worrying the subtle beaded bracelet you gave her the first time she went undercover after you got together. It’s the one piece of you she can take everywhere. “You have no idea how much I missed you this time.”
Your heart pangs. “It was bad?”
“Yeah. Just too much. Too close to home.” Her voice is heavy and thick like she might cry and it twists your stomach to hear her like that without being able to comfort her. “We can talk about it all in person, okay? I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too.” You bite your thumbnail and ask, “What can I do for you? Let me help.”
Liv hates asking you for things; she’s your protector, your domme, your everything. But, in moments like this, she can’t help giving in. “Would you mind bringing me something to eat? The idea of eating one of Carisi’s donuts is making my stomach turn. I need protein.”
Your ears perk up. Picking out food for her is an easy way to show how much you pay attention to her. To get her praise. “Breakfast? Of course.”
“I was going to say lunch.” Her voice takes on that knowing, suspicious tone as she prods, “You’re supposed to be in class until noon.”
“I’m doing really well in this class; I can leave early.” Shifting from foot to foot, you put on your sweetest voice and plead, “I wanna see you, Livvie. I’ve been so lonely. I need you. Please?”
She can’t resist you. “You’d better get an A on your next assignment, kitten. I expect to see a perfect paper.”
Already planning what you’re going to get her, you squeal out, “I will! I promise.”
She chuckles at your adorable enthusiasm, but she knows it’s true; you’re brilliant, even if you’re the cutest person she knows. “See you soon.”
“Be there before you can miss me.”
“Too late.”
Reluctantly, the two of you end the call. You duck out of the building and tap out some notes in your phone to remind yourself to check back with the professor and a couple classmates about what you’ll miss. Soon enough, you’re picking up Olivia's favorite breakfast sandwich and a lunch to tuck in the precinct fridge for her. You get a carrying case of nice coffees for the squad since it’s been a little while since you’ve seen any of them, too. Usually at least Barba and Carisi stop by when Liv’s undercover to keep you company, but they’ve been too busy with their wedding approaching.
This was a deep undercover job, the kind Olivia tries hard to avoid now that she has you. But there was no choice this time around. Almost total radio silence, only a couple of burner messages here and there. You haven’t seen her or heard her voice in a week. It’s been excruciating. Knowing she’s in even more danger than usual, which you already struggle with every day dating a lieutenant, and knowing men have their disgusting hands on her gets to you like nothing else. Add in sleeping alone without her wrapped around you, keeping you safe, stopping your nightmares, and soothing you in every moment, and it was the worst thing in the world. It’s hard to stop yourself from sprinting into the precinct with the desire to see her.
The only thing that really keeps your steps slow is the threat of spilling all the drinks. You even have a coffee for the beat cop behind the desk because you try to be thoughtful around everyone Liv works with. He’s new and clearly doesn’t know who you are because the first thing he does when you give him the coffee and a smile is offer up a self-satisfied smirk. “Ah, now that’s how I like my women – smiling, soft, and bringing me coffee.”
With a grimace, you offer up your name for the sign-in log and say quickly, “Just bringing some stuff for the team.”
He gets a proper look at you when you dig through your purse and hand over your ID. “Well, damn, you’re cute. You work for someone here already or can I put in a request?”
“I’m, ah, getting my master’s at Hudson, actually,” you say absently, scanning the room behind him, wishing you could see Liv’s office from here. With the way the precinct’s laid out now, she’s tucked away behind the wall at your back while the rest of the open bullpen is visible. Shifting nervously from foot to foot, you check, “Everything alright? I’d really like to-”
“Just gotta take my time here.” His eyes are all over you, not realizing that you do this routine a few times a week, and draws out, “Standard procedure.”
Rollins, Fin, and Carisi watch closely from their nearby desks, debating stepping in. Technically, they don’t have the authority to override the check-in process, but they’ve all known you for years and don’t exactly like seeing you bothered, either.
Tone flat and expression tight, you squeak out, “Well, Lieutenant Benson’s expecting me.”
“C’mon, she can wait. She’s probably in a meeting or something anyway.” He stands and, before you can think, he’s touching your wrist, ostensibly looking at your bracelet but actually rubbing his thumb over your pulse. You freeze up as he adds, “Spend a few minutes with someone who wants to talk to you.”
At that, Rollins stands and walks out of your line of sight to go knock on Liv’s office door. You don’t notice, though, your entire being focused on the way his hand is exploring over your fingers. Your heart’s racing and your lungs are tightening and you can’t speak.
“You know,” he goes on, pretending he’s got authority, “most people try a little harder to stay on my good side here. Always valuable to have a friend on the force.” His finger slips underneath your bracelet. The blush in your cheeks is hot and painful. “No need to be nervous. I’m just being friendly.”
And then – foosteps approaching. Harsh, mean, stern.
Olivia.
Suddenly, you can breathe again.
She snatches the cop’s arm back, twisting it until he winces, and hisses at him, “You’d better be prepared to lose that hand if you’re putting it on a woman without her consent.”
He rolls his eyes, shaking out his arm, and you know he’s done for. Liv doesn’t handle being disrespected particularly well. “Please, it was just a little flirting.”
“I seriously doubt that, considering this is my girlfriend you’re harassing.”
Going white as a sheet at the realization, he stammers, “I- I didn’t know she was-”
“You didn’t ask.” She cuts him off, venomous, leaning down to make blistering eye contact. “You just treated her like a piece of meat. Like a thing. Do you have any idea what department this is? Here, we protect people from-”
“No, c’mon, it wasn’t like-”
Her palm slams onto the desk and the entire building flinches. “Don’t you dare speak over me.”
You touch her lower back and murmur, “It’s okay, Livvie.”
“No,” she says firmly. It’s not even a question. “Nobody speaks to you that way. Not while I’m still breathing.” She turns back to the cop and instructs, “If you ever say anything to her again besides ‘yes, ma’am,’ they’ll be the last words you say in the NYPD. I want a written report and apology on my desk by the end of the day. Got it?”
He swallows hard and nods.
Liv’s arm snakes protectively around your waist. You know you should probably be embarrassed, but she’s so sexy when she goes all protective. With an authoritative smile, she orders, “Now go ahead and tell her you’re sorry.”
The cop looks back at you, his eyes wide with nerves, and says, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have, ah, treated you like that.”
Sticking close to Liv with averted eyes, you mutter, “Thanks, I guess.”
Liv doesn’t stop touching you as she brings you into the bullpen. Without your noticing, Amanda’s whisked the coffees and food into the precinct, spreading it around the squad. Fin takes his coffee and smirks. “Well, that went exactly how I thought it would.”
“He’s lucky she didn’t bite his head off,” Rollins snickers. She cuts you an amused glance. “If that were on the street instead of at the office, I’m pretty sure you’d be covering up a murder.”
Carisi laughs as he stirs a few extra sugar packets into his drink. “Kid’s gonna piss himself if he ever sees you walk in again.”
“Good,” Liv grumbles. She turns to you, cups your face in both hands, and kisses you like she’s forgotten anyone else is in the room with you. Like they don’t exist at all. Her fingers skim along the lower hem of your shorts and suddenly she’s gripping your thigh, pushing you back slightly, knocking you off balance until you giggle and have to cling to her to stay upright, her hand splayed on the small of your back. “I like this outfit.”
Rollins laughs out loud. “Pajama shorts and a sweatshirt? Christ, being undercover did a number on you, lieutenant.”
Liv holds you close and kisses up your neck. “It definitely did.”
Fin snorts, “Okay, okay, get a room!”
She pulls back, takes your hand, pushes you into her office, and calls over her shoulder with a laugh, “Already have one.” The moment she has you alone, though, her tone goes from playful to serious as she holds your shoulders and studies your features. “Are you okay?”
You nod tentatively. “Yeah. I know you’ll always keep me safe.”
“I shouldn’t have to when you’re here.” With a furrowed brow, she vows, “I’ll make sure you never have to see him again. I promise.”
“Don’t worry so much. I’m a big girl; I can handle myself.”
She gives you a knowing look and holds your chin between her thumb and forefinger. “No, you can’t. That’s why you have me.”
At just that one little gesture, you crumple into her arms and she sighs out. She’s been waiting for this moment when she can focus on nothing but you for the first time. Your voice is shaky and soft. “You’re right. It’s been so hard without you, mommy. I feel like I can’t breathe when you’re gone.”
She kisses the side of your head over and over. “I’m so sorry. You’ve had to be brave when you’re not supposed to be the strong one.”
Trembling and clingy, you say, “I tried to be good. I followed all my routines. I didn’t even call the captain once to check on you, but I was so worried and- and-”
“Shh. Shh, baby, it’s okay. I’m okay. I’m here,” she soothes, running her fingers through your hair and trying not to let her heart guide her away from her responsibilities. “Why don’t you stay here until I’m finished? I don’t want you out of my sight until I can have you in bed with me again.”
With a shy smile, you agree, “That sounds nice. I need to make sure you actually eat that breakfast, anyway. You’d forget if I left.”
Liv smiles and kisses you gently. “What did I do to deserve someone so sweet?”
“You paid for those big, beautiful tits of yours,” you tease, lifting up the mood.
She gives you a not-so-joking spank, making you shriek out a giggle, and then compliments it by grabbing your ass. “Only a week without me and you’ve grown an attitude. I’ll have to fix that.”
You raise a mischevious eyebrow. “Is that a promise?”
“You know I don’t say things I don’t mean, sweetheart,” she says in that deliciously dark voice she only uses before a spanking. She gestures to the nearby loveseat, which has a storage ottoman in front of it holding a throw blanket and pillow especially for you. “Go on, sit down. All I have on my agenda is finishing up this UC report; it shouldn’t be too long.”
Patient and well-behaved, you turn around and face the still-open blinds to her office. Carisi is giving you a wicked, knowing smirk through the glass. You give a red-faced smile before closing them for good; you should’ve done that first thing, but it’s hard to think when Liv’s there. You sit on the loveseat while she eats, opening up your bag and digging out a book to read. Once you’re wrapped up in a blanket with your legs curled under you, Liv goes back to work, comforted by your presence – really, by the fact that you’re here, where she can see you and protect you no matter what.
The small couch is by her door, so she has no choice but to look at you from the corner of her eye. Every once in a while, she glances at you, unsuccessfully perusing files as her gaze flicks over the curves of your body. You absently bite your thumbnail, a lifelong bad habit, as you flip through the pages of your book, and Liv watches your lips and teeth. Your hand slips away from your mouth and toward the hem of your shorts, absently fiddling, and you adjust in exactly the right way for her to realize you aren’t wearing any panties underneath them.
Liv clenches her jaw and tries to refocus on the screen, but her hand is thoughtless on the mouse and keyboard. She shifts in her chair. You’re being so well-behaved, quiet and obedient, doing everything right, exactly how she expects you to. And that makes it so much worse for her. She’s trained you to be lovely and submissive and perfect and hers and, fuck, she wants you because of it.
When you curl tighter in the corner like you might take a nap at any second, all cozy and warm, she suddenly can’t handle having you so close and so far away. She exhales sharply and orders, voice sounding more like a plea than a command, “Come here.”
Grinning, you snap your book shut and practically skip back across the office. She pushes her desk chair back and you plop down in her lap, the movement familiar for both of you. Right away, she holds you close, one hand splayed between your shoulder blades and the other cradling your ass. She breathes in the scent of your shampoo and feels your weight on her thighs, grounding her in her body.
Liv kisses your forehead and sighs contentedly, “That’s better. Now I can think. Mind sitting here instead for a while?”
“I’ll sit with you forever,” you breathe out slowly, nuzzling into the crook of her neck and strong shoulder. You can feel the sturdy muscles of her arms around you even as she reaches back to her computer to start working again. You’ve always loved just how strong she is, so soft in all the right places but able to throw you around or hold you completely still whenever she wanted.
It’s not long before your mind wanders deeper down that particular burrow. Enveloped by her smell and her warmth, you can’t help thinking about the way her forearm tenses when she curls two fingers inside of you, how she looks down at you so affectionately when you’re between her legs, and how everything about her was just made to keep you in line, protect you, be yours.
Before you know it, you’re sliding yourself back and forth on her lap, the harsh fabric of her pants driving friction to your clit via the center seam of your shorts. You’re not even thinking about it, just following your love and desire for her. It’s been too long since you’ve been able to have her all writhing and moaning and praising and it aches.
“I know what you’re doing, kitten,” she chuckles, hand firm on your rocking hip, yanking you from your little daydream session. “You’re not being particularly subtle.”
Chasing the feeling of being close to her, you ask desperately, “Does that mean I have to stop?”
Her hand goes to your cheek, tilting your face so you have to look at her. Into her warm, glowy brown eyes that see right through you. “Did you break your rules while I was away?”
You know what she’s asking, so you shake your head. “I haven’t touched myself. I promise.”
“I’m not surprised; you’re such a good girl,” she coos. Her affirmations are butterflies in your stomach. “You can keep going, but you can’t cum until I say so.”
You whimper into her perfumey neck, “Not fair.”
“Mmm. Don’t pout, princess.” She lets herself give in for just a second, kissing along your jawline to taste your sweat, and then tells you, “Just a few more emails and I’ll reward you for being so good. Give you whatever you want.”
Your eyes sparkle with playfulness. You give your lip a coy little bite. “Here?”
“Right here, pretty thing,” she purrs without a hint of doubt. Maybe it’s ironic, maybe it’s wrong, maybe it’s taboo, but you’ve both always gotten off on the whole ‘fucking in the precinct’ thing. Doors locked, blinds closed, room soundproofed, her office high enough up that the window behind her desk doesn’t really have any risk of being seen. Just right to scratch that exhibitionist itch Liv’s brought out in you. So you’re powerless to resist her when she says, “Now take your clothes off and show me what I’ve been missing.”
That’s out of the norm, even for the two of you, and the thought admittedly goes right between your legs. “What if someone needs you?”
“They won’t,” she replies immediately, surprised that you’re questioning her at all. “The detectives know better than to bother me when you’re here.”
Still hesitant, your fingers hold the hem of your hoodie. “There might be an emergency.”
With a serious look, Liv tells you, “I can’t imagine anything more important than having your perfect tits bouncing in my face for the next half hour.”
A shiver rockets up your spine at the lust and in her usually controlled voice. You respond by tugging your hoodie over your head, exposing your old gray sports bra that does nothing to flatter you. You would’ve worn something cute for her to unwrap if you’d known you’d end up in this position. But Olivia doesn’t mind in the slightest. Every new inch of skin is a nerve unwinding, relaxing her for the first time since she’d been undercover. When you’re naked except for your socks, she sighs out, “There’s my girl.”
Tentatively, you settle back in her lap, immediately hot with embarrassment at your wetness soaking into her slacks and at having your naked back facing the door. You know it’s locked and you know Liv’s got you no matter what, but your chest is still absolutely blushing. Putting on your most desperate eyes, you ask for the comfort you need, “Just kiss me a little? Please, Livvie.”
“When you’ve earned it, baby,” she chastises. “I want you to grind on me until you’re at a nine and then I’ll make you cum and kiss you and hold you – and I’ll take you home to get you off five more times before the sun goes down. Be good for me.”
With a pathetic whine, you nod and begin to ride her thigh again, knowing that the faster you find the rhythm that gets you going, the sooner you’ll have what you need most: Her. She gives you some relief, at least, by gently touching your waist, her thumb lazily going up and down, when she shifts between sections of the report. Every few minutes, she takes a moment to make you look up and lean back, arching your back and bracing on her desk so that she can watch your breasts bouncing gently from the force of you rolling your hips over and over. It’s hard to get close with so much friction and harshness on your smooth, sensitive pussy, but knowing that she’s watching helps an awful lot. In the beats where her eyes rove all over your body, pleasure roils through you. And when she murmurs filthy nothings – look at you, so desperate, baby, so needy – it drives you wild.
When you’re right on the edge of the precipice, your cunt begging to clench, you whine out, “Please, mommy. Please.”
“Please what, baby?” She spares a smirking glance in your direction. “Use your words.”
Whimpering and needy, you beg, “Let me taste you. Touch you. Kiss you. Anything.”
“I’m still working,” she chides, but you both know she’s wrapped around your finger. “How bad is it? Be honest.”
Hips working frantically now, you gasp out, “Eight. And a half.”
She tsks and insists, “You still have to do a little more, then. I said nine, kitten.”
Still, she takes pity on you. Even as she makes your thighs burn from exertion, your tender skin almost rug-burned from her slacks, she leaves her work to focus on you. Her hands go to your waist and she drops her mouth to your over-sensitive nipple, pebble-hard in the air conditioning. After a week without any stimulation, her mouth makes you groan. Lifting away only a second, she admonishes, “Quiet, princess. Tell me when.”
She switches to your other breast, her hand returning to the one she’d been kissing. Ramping up the intensity, her kissing and licking turns to sucking hard and nibbling. You writhe against her grasp as every single thought besides her fizzles out of your brain. You have to focus on breathing hard in and out to not shriek as you tell her, “Nine. Nine nine nine. Fuck, Livvie, you- You have to-”
She hushes you with a kiss that steals whatever you were going to stay next. Your hips stop rushing and you whine into her mouth. With your weight shifted back, she can see the slick, shiny dark spot you’ve left on her slacks for the first time. She chuckles, “You made such a mess, pretty girl. You poor thing. Let mommy take care of you now.”
Tears bite at your waterline as you kiss her again, planting your lips not just on hers but then on her cheeks and her jaw and her neck. “Please. Please.”
“I know. I know. I’ve got you.” Liv loops her arms underneath you. Before you know it, she’s lifting you with those muscular arms onto her desk, shoving aside her keyboard and notebook so you can find purchase. Your ass thuds down, sending a shock up the base of your spine. The next moment, she’s on her knees in front of you, spreading your legs, breathing in your musk like it’s the only oxygen in the room. Like she’s talking directly to your pussy, she says, “God, I missed you.”
And then she’s on you.
Familiar and precise, her lips surround your clit and her tongue flicks just beneath it. At the same time, her two middle fingers drive into you, curling back toward herself, firm and confident, knowing that you’re right where she wants you: At her mercy. It doesn’t take her more than a few seconds to find a delicious pace that has you writhing and aching. She knows you better than the back of her hand. If you were allowed to make noise like you wanted, you’d be absolutely wailing from the intensity of her touch.
When her free hand goes up to pinch and roll your nipple again, it’s over. Your whole body starts to tighten up and Liv doesn’t change anything she’s doing, letting you rise slowly with the tide instead of pushing you under. You cum all over her fingers and mouth, slow and deep and full, biting down on your own hand to try to stifle the whiny little whimpers that escape your throat without your control. Your vision blurs as you throw your head back. It’s a week’s worth of pleasure all at once and it’s almost painful how good it feels to let go with her permission and guidance.
“That’s my good girl,” Liv soothes as you drift back down to earth. It’s only her strong arms holding you up as your eyes flutter open once more. Your whole body is loose and warm. She kisses along the tops of your breasts and licks a stripe up your sternum. When she kisses you, the tartness of your juices coats both of your lips. She smiles against your mouth as you coo gently. “Thank you, baby. You’re perfect. So good for me.”
You can’t come up with a single thought. She kisses you as long as you want, which would be downright dangerous if you didn’t need to breathe. Sitting up further, you wind your fingers in her long dark hair and sigh contentedly, “I love you.”
“I love you so much,” she tells you seriously. She gathers up your clothes in a pile and slides the shorts up your legs. “Let’s get you home and spend the whole weekend in bed, hm? Takeout, shitty movies, as many orgasms as you can give me. Sound good?”
As you help her guide you into the rest of your outfit, you agree, “Sounds perfect.”
She kisses each of your cheeks and smiles softly. “Good. I need to spoil you for a few days. And then forever after that.”
