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Valentine's Day Surprise (Casey Novak x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Liv organises a blind date for you on Valentine's Day. Casey is less than pleased about it.

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: Jealousy, implied smut, hints of possessiveness, hair pulling, swearing

“Valentine’s Day is a bit on the nose, isn’t it?”

Casey glanced up, her heart thudding in her chest. You were standing to the side with Liv, your arms crossed over your chest, lips quirking up into a half smile, almost ironic as you looked at her. You’d thrown your hair up into a messy ponytail, your jeans clinging to the shape of your ass perfectly, the afternoon light softening your expression. You were a thing of beauty, one that stole her breath.

And you weren’t even looking at her.

“It’s the only night she’s free this week,” Liv said, “but if you’re not game…”

“No no, I’ll go. But just know that it’s starting out with some serious judgement,” you said.

“Well that’s an auspicious start,” she said.

You laughed, shaking your head in that way that Casey found so endearing.

“I’m just saying, if this works out, it’ll be some story to tell,” you said.

“If what works out?” Casey couldn’t help herself from asking.

Your eyes met hers and she felt her breath still in her chest. You were still smiling, lips curling up, softening as you looked at her. The half step closer you took towards her made her fingertips tingle.

“Liv has set me up on a blind date,” you said. Her heart stopped, “on Valentine’s Day.”

“That’s a bit intense for a first date, isn’t it?” she faintly heard herself ask.

“That’s what I said,” you laughed.

“If you’re so against it I can cancel on her,” Liv said.

“Oh I’ll go,” you said, turning back to her.

Casey turned away, grateful to not be under your watchful gaze anymore. Her face had frozen in the imitation of a smile, trying not to show how her blood had run cold. You laughed again and her heart squeezed painfully.

She glanced over out of the corner of her eye. You were still laughing, mostly to yourself as you moved on to the reports on your desk. Liv gave her a knowing look. She turned away, burning up from the inside out.

The trouble was, she’d been half in love with you for over a year now and hadn’t made a move. It was manageable when she only heard the disastrous results of your dates, but before, when there was still hope in you, when you were looking forward to it, when it was still possible it would go well, she felt something toxic running through her veins. She’d continually told herself it was for the best. You worked together. If you didn’t feel the same or it didn’t work out it would be intolerable.

The way she was feeling now was intolerable.

“Get me something I can use,” she said after listening to Stabler’s excuses.

You bumped your shoulder against her as she passed by you, grinning up at her. Her heart tripped over itself, your warmth blooming over her. She swept out of the precinct, doing her best not to focus on the tumult of emotions you’d awoken in her.

It ate away at her. For days she stewed over the image of you on a date with a faceless woman. The way you’d reach out to her, flirting over drinks, kissing her when you decided she was worth bringing home. The way you would look as someone else lowered themselves between your legs. The burn of not being the one you were with.

She stayed late at work that day. It wasn’t as if she was the one with a hot date on Valentine’s Day. Sinking into work should have helped her forget about whatever it was you were getting up to. It should have chased away the images of you all dressed up and glowing under the attention of another woman. She shouldn’t have dwelled on exactly what you were getting up to in the company of your date.

She slammed her file closed, not able to stop thinking about it. She was failing at ignoring you and was failing at working. All she could focus on was the way you would smile at your date as you led her into your apartment, the slow seduction of peeling off your clothes, the way you’d touch her in your bed.

Just sitting there thinking about it, she could feel her blood boiling beneath her skin.

She shoved her files into her bag, collecting up anything she thought she might need over the weekend. Slamming the door behind her, she strode down onto the darkened street, raising her hand to hail a cab. There was only one way she was going to stop the feeling in her stomach churning until she felt like she would explode.

Your door stared back at her. She’d had the entire cab ride to calm down. It hadn’t worked.

Days of stewing in the image of you with someone else, someone claiming you, you wanting someone who wasn’t her. She was done. She wanted it to be her hands on you, her lips on yours, her body in your bed.

She wanted you.

Hammering her fist against your door, she knew the likelihood of you being in was low. You could still be on your date, or at her place. But on the off chance you were in there with her, this unknown woman who had finagled a date with you on Valentine’s Day in a childish attempt to seduce you, she was going to stop it before it got too far. She wasn’t going to let anyone else have you.

She almost fell forward when you pulled the door open, not truly believing you would be inside. You laughed, catching her around your elbows to keep her upright.

“Well, this is a nice surprise,” you said.

“You’re home.”

Your lips kept ticking up into a wider smile.

“And lucky I was or else you would have bashed my door down,” you said, “what’s up?”

“I…”

She’d been so fired up on the way over that to be presented with you at home was something she hadn’t expected. You weren’t even dressed up in your date clothes. Your sweats and tank top suggested being curled up on the couch with ice cream, not getting hot and heavy with some unseen woman. Without your date, there was no reason for her to be there. She wasn’t interrupting anything.

“How about we start with if you’re here for work or pleasure?” you asked when no proper answer was forthcoming.

“Aren’t you meant to be on a date right now?” she managed to ask.

“Careful, counsellor. You keep on like this and I’ll start to think you wish I hadn’t been here to meet you,” you said, “come on. No point standing in the hall.”

With the hands still holding onto her, you tugged her into your apartment. The door shutting felt like a gunshot, loud to her ears, even as your touch burned through her. It looked as if she’d been right. A tub of ice cream sat abandoned on your coffee table, your tv paused on some romcom. You didn’t bother hiding any of it, seemingly unembarrassed for how she’d found you.

“Did you even go on your date?” she asked, taking in the entire scene.

“Sure,” you replied, “but twenty minutes in we both agreed Liv was way off the money.”

“Liv?” she asked, turning to look at you. This felt more familiar. Gathering the facts to build a case was her bread and butter.

“She set up the date. Didn’t you know that? Some friend from one of the local papers. But she must have been on something when she came up with that idea because there was no chemistry and we certainly had nothing in common,” you replied.

“You weren’t attracted to her?” she asked.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong. She was gorgeous. Just not my type.” You shrugged.

“Oh?” Her heart did something funny in her chest, “what is?”

“Someone smart. Someone with a strong sense of justice. Someone passionate,” you said, “someone who makes me smile.”

Her stomach swooped.

“But I doubt you came here to have a fun girly chat about my failed date,” you said.

You were still smiling at her and there was a twinkle in your eye. Her breath caught at the way you were looking at her, with such fondness. She shook her head, looking away.

“Your ice cream is melting,” she said.

You snorted. She watched you bend to snatch it up, the curve of your ass stretching the fabric of your sweats. She swallowed past the lump in her throat, having to tear her eyes away from you. No need to be caught staring.

“Case, c’mon, why are you really here?” you asked once you’d shoved the carton of ice cream back into your freezer.

You crossed your arms over your chest, pushing up your breasts. Her eyes slipped down, tongue dragging along your lower lip as she stared. What she wouldn’t do to get her mouth on those tits.

“Casey.”

Her eyes snapped back up to yours. There was no mistaking the amusement on your face, nor the way your eyes were twinkling as they looked at her. She felt the flush of embarrassment in her cheeks.

“Come on. You can tell me,” you said, “I promise not to make fun of you.”

“Why would you make fun of me?” she asked.

“Dunno. But whatever you came here for it must be pretty serious if you won’t even say it out loud,” you said.

She took a deep breath, turning away from you. Sinking down onto your couch, she finally released the death grip she had on her briefcase, letting it drop to the ground. The cushions beside her dipped, your body closer than she would have liked while trying to figure out how to move past this.

She’d had a plan. She’d worked it all out in her head on the way over. She should have expected you to send it all to hell the moment you’d opened the door.

“I’m guessing you showing up at my door like this means you didn’t have your own hot date,” you said, your shoulder nudging hers.

She turned her head towards you. You were close enough that her nose brushed yours, breath ghosting over her lips. She couldn’t help her eyes dipping down to your lips. They were so pretty, just begging to be kissed. The thought of someone else claiming them that night had driven her here.

The fire of her anger might have been doused, but the fire of her desire had only flared higher.

She surged forward, lips pressing to yours.Your hands cupped her cheeks, drawing her closer. She might have been all fire, but you were soft, like the petal of a flower, kissing her thoroughly. Any control she’d had slipped away under your touch.

When you lifted yourself, depositing yourself in her lap, straddling her, all she could do was groan. Her hands found your hips, gripping tightly, chin tipped up, so close to begging for more. Your tongue tasted of sugar, strawberry ice cream lingering despite the heat between you. She moaned, clutching you tighter.

Your fingers slipped into her hair, tugging on it in a way that sent a shiver down her spine. Her fingertips dipped below the waistband of your sweats, feeling your soft skin beneath her touch. You moaned into her mouth, hips rocking forward, fingers tightening in her hair. There was something irresistible about you being a moaning mess in her lap.

“Case,” you mumbled against her mouth, “fuck, Casey.”

“Shhh, baby,” she murmured, kissing you again.

You let her, melting against her. You made such a pretty noise, a small whimper crossed with a whine. She let her hands push further into your sweats, grasping your ass over your panties, groaning when she felt the lace against her skin. Your teeth sunk into her lower lip, tugging on it before you pulled back.

Your lips were kiss swollen, eyes blown wide, chest heaving for breath. You were a picture of wanton desire, a painting that should be hung on the wall of the Louvre. Except Casey didn’t want anyone seeing you like this except her.

“Gonna tell me why you were trying to bash down my door now?” you asked.

“I think you know,” she managed to say, surprised she was still capable of forming sentences.

“I want to hear you say it,” you said, “or maybe I should stay on my side of the couch.”

You went to swing one leg off her. The grip she still had on your ass tugged you back, holding you in place, refusing to let you move. Looking down at her, your lips pulled up into a smirk. You tilted her chin up, your other hand burying itself back in her hair, right at the nape of her neck, pulling deliciously.

“Tell me,” you said, a good natured command.

“I don’t like the thought of someone else touching you like this.” She squeezed the globes of your ass.

“You were jealous,” you said.

“I was jealous,” she repeated, jaw clenching.

“And your plan when you showed up here was what exactly?” you asked.

“I was going to interrupt before she could fuck you,” she growled.

“What if we had gone back to her place?” you asked.

“I don’t know.”

You lent forward, breath ghosting over her lips, but your hold kept her from surging up to claim your lips in another bruising kiss.

“And how were you going to convince me to kick a gorgeous woman out of my bed?” you asked.

She growled again, not liking your line of questioning. She certainly didn’t like the images they left in her head.

“By offering you a replacement of higher value,” she replied.

“You have a high opinion of yourself, don’t you?” you chuckled.

“I don’t hear you complaining.”

Using the hands on your ass, she dragged you closer, able to feel the heat emanating from you.

“In fact, you seem pretty fucking pleased right now,” she said.

You lent forward, your nose running along her jaw. She let her head fall to the side, offering herself to you. Even as she argued, she knew you had the upper hand.

“I’m just glad you finally made a move.” Your lips brushed her skin, “took you long enough.”

“What do you mean?”

Any arguments she might have had were scattered to the wind as you kissed a long line to her ear.

“I’ve been dropping hints for months. Did you not notice?” you asked before your teeth closed over her earlobe.

“Why didn’t you make a move then?” she managed to get out despite the moan.

“And miss the chance to see you get all jealous? No chance,” you said, drawing back, “it’s very sexy.”

Your teeth sunk into your own lower lip as you gazed down at her. She could see the smile threatening to break over your face and even as your amusement was at her expense, she found you breathtaking. Her hands slipped from under your sweats, curling around your waist to hold you close.

“I wish you’d told me before,” she said, “we could have been doing this for months.”

“We’re here now,” you said, forehead falling forward against hers.

“But we could be moving to your bed,” she said.

“Oh no. It’s Valentine’s Day and you kept me waiting. You’re going to romance me before I give up the goods,” you said.

“I have to woo you?” she asked.

“You’re the one who came here all self righteous, hoping to do the whole big confession thing,” you laughed.

You clambered off her lap, despite her protests, settling beside her. Resting your head on her shoulder, you curled up against her, reaching for the remote you’d left abandoned when you’d answered the door. She sighed, curling her arm around your waist, keeping you close.

“Alright,” she said, “but just know I was prepared to leave you very satisfied tonight.”

“We have plenty of time for that,” you said.

But when your hand slipped to her inner thigh as you watched the movie, she knew you’d be giving her everything she wanted that night, and every night after.

I’ll never shut up about mommy alex kink or even sugar mommy alex

“i’m strong” i say as i tear up watching edits to casey and alex being each other’s counterpart. two ambitious lawyers who pushed themselves too far off the edge that they (almost) lost the one thing they love doing.

amelia is obviously so sassy and alex turned her on in every way possible

Amelia’s face ahsbxbshshshhhah

i’ve made you sob, now you have to write it☺️

the winner takes it all but its olivia watching casey and alex be happy as a couple when in fact, she fell in love with alex but eventually was robbed of her. then, falls in love with casey but was too in denial to actually take a risk because she hasn’t moved on from alex, so she ends up losing casey too, and now she has to watch casey and alex be happy together, knowing she loved them both at different times.

sweet heavens. i keep coming back to this

tease | calex

PAIRING:CASEY NOVAK & ALEX CABOT SUMMARY:CASEY TEASES ALEX WHILE SHE'S AT WORK CAUTION:18+, SMUT WC:2.6k

Alex had been on edge since the first picture came through that morning: Casey standing in front of the mirror, nothing but black briefs slung low on her hips, the thick outline of her cock straining against the fabric. The accompanying text had been simple, cocky: Thinking about you, baby.

She’d tried to ignore it, tried to focus on the case in front of her, but Casey wasn’t letting up. Another image followed while she was in court - a close-up this time, Casey palming herself through her boxers, a teasing glimpse of flushed skin peeking from the waistband.

By the time she was forced to sit through a mind-numbingly dull deposition, her phone vibrated again. This time, it was a video.

Alex had made the mistake of pressing play under the table. Casey’s voice, low and dripping with amusement, filled her ears through the privacy of her earbuds. Bet you're soaking through your panties right now, she murmured. The camera angle shifted, and Alex was greeted with the sight of Casey's cock - long, thick, already slick at the head as she lazily stroked herself.

Alex clenched her thighs together, swallowing a whimper. It took every ounce of self-control not to excuse herself and lock herself in the nearest bathroom. She wanted to scream. Or beg. Or just fucking leave, ditch the courtroom, her responsibilities, and go straight home where Casey was waiting.

But Casey knew she couldn’t. That was the worst part. The smugness in her texts, the casual confidence that Alex would be squirming in her seat, knowing she wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing about it until the day was over.

By the time Alex finally stepped into their apartment, she was flushed, practically shaking with pent-up frustration. Her briefcase hit the floor with a thud, her heels kicked off with barely a thought. Casey was waiting on the couch, sprawled out like she owned the place - like she hadn’t just spent the entire day torturing Alex beyond reason.

She was still dressed, but barely. Her sweatpants hung loose on her hips, the unmistakable bulge beneath them even more prominent than before. Her lips curled into a smirk as she stretched, feigning innocence.

"Long day, counselor?" she drawled, voice thick with amusement.

Alex didn’t bother answering. She was already moving, already dropping to her knees in front of Casey, hands trembling with need as she reached for her waistband.

A low chuckle rumbled from Casey’s throat. "That desperate, huh?" She reached down, fingers threading through Alex’s blonde hair, tilting her chin up to make her look at her.

Alex’s pupils were blown wide, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. "You know I am," she whispered, voice wrecked. "You fucking knew what you were doing."

"Of course I did." Casey's thumb dragged across Alex's lower lip, pressing down just enough to make her mouth fall open. "And now you’re gonna show me how much you appreciate it, aren’t you?"

Alex barely had time to nod before Casey finally, finally, freed herself from her sweats.

Alex let out an audible gasp, her fingers digging into Casey’s thighs as she took in the sight in front of her. Casey was big - thick and flushed, her cock standing heavy against her stomach, the tip glistening with precum. She twitched slightly under Alex’s gaze, teasing her further with nothing but patience.

"What's the matter?" Casey mused, voice dripping with amusement. "Bigger than you remembered?"

Alex whimpered, her nails dragging against the soft fabric beneath her. "You're such an asshole," she muttered, but there was no real venom in it - only raw, desperate want.

Casey smirked. "And you love it."

Alex’s lips brushed against the flushed tip of Casey’s cock, her breath warm as she exhaled slowly, teasing, savoring the weight of it against her tongue before she truly indulged. The scent of Casey’s arousal filled her senses - heady, intoxicating, and exactly what she had been craving all goddamn day.

Above her, Casey’s fingers tightened in her hair, not yet guiding, but warning - an unspoken demand for Alex to quit stalling. "Come on, sweetheart," Casey murmured, voice thick with amusement and something darker, something that made Alex’s thighs clench together. "I didn’t spend all day making you drip just for you to get shy on me now."

Alex let out a shaky breath, her pride barely holding on by a thread. "Fuck you," she muttered - but the words lost their bite when she parted her lips and wrapped them around the tip, her tongue flicking over the bead of precum gathered there.

Casey let out a low, satisfied groan, her hips shifting just slightly, a silent encouragement. "That’s it," she murmured, the weight of her approval making Alex’s stomach clench with need. "Good girl."

The praise sent a rush of heat through Alex’s body, and she relaxed her jaw, taking Casey in deeper, inch by inch. Her mouth stretched around the sheer size of her, her lips soft and wet as they slid down the thick shaft. Casey was big, too big, really, and the stretch made Alex’s throat tighten, made her eyes flutter shut as she adjusted. But she didn’t stop. She wouldn’t stop.

She hollowed her cheeks, sucking slow and steady, her tongue dragging along the prominent vein running along the underside. A sharp inhale came from above her, followed by the faintest curse under Casey’s breath. Alex smirked around her, pride flaring in her chest.

"Don’t get cocky," Casey warned, her voice still smug but a little rougher, her grip tightening in Alex’s hair as if she needed to anchor herself. "You wanted this so bad so take it."

And then Casey rolled her hips forward, just slightly, pushing deeper. Alex’s eyes flew open, a muffled moan spilling from her throat as the head of Casey’s cock nudged against the back of her mouth. Her fingers dug into Casey’s thighs, nails pressing into the firm muscle, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she let herself sink further, let the heat of it consume her, let Casey fill her the way she had been desperate for all damn day.

"Fuck, baby," Casey groaned, her head tipping back against the couch. "You feel so fucking good."

Alex let her eyes flutter shut again, basking in the raw approval in Casey’s voice. She bobbed her head, setting a slow, teasing rhythm, sucking harder on the way up before sinking back down, letting the thick weight of Casey’s cock press against her tongue again and again.

Casey cursed, her composure beginning to fray. She pulled lightly at Alex’s hair, guiding her just a little faster, a little deeper. "That’s it," she murmured, her voice almost fond now, despite the rough edge of arousal coloring it. "Knew you’d be on your knees the second you walked through the door."

Alex moaned around her, the sound vibrating down Casey’s cock, pulling a sharp hiss from her lips.

"Yeah, you love this, don’t you?" Casey’s tone was teasing, but there was real hunger in it now, real pleasure curling in her gut. "You spent all day squirming in that chair, dripping through your panties, and now you finally get to do something about it."

Alex let out a muffled whimper, her fingers flexing against Casey’s thighs. She was soaked - ruined - but right now, nothing mattered except the weight of Casey’s cock in her mouth, the way Casey’s voice turned rough with need, the way her own body ached for more.

She relaxed her throat and took Casey deeper, her nose pressing against the trimmed hair at the base, her throat constricting as she swallowed around her.

"Jesus fuck --" Casey’s hips jerked slightly, her fingers tightening almost painfully in Alex’s hair. Her breathing was uneven now, her control slipping. "That’s it, sweetheart. Take it all. Be a good girl and make me cum, yeah?"

Alex moaned in response, her head moving faster now, her jaw aching but her body thrumming with satisfaction. She wanted it - wanted to wreck Casey the way Casey had wrecked her all day, wanted to feel the sharp tug of her hair, the low, desperate groan Casey would let out when she finally spilled down Alex’s throat.

Casey pulled out with a slick pop, her cock glistening with Alex’s spit, a strand of saliva still connecting them as Alex gasped for air. Her lips were red and swollen, her chin messy with spit and precum, but Casey didn’t give her a moment to recover. She tilted Alex’s face up, gripping her jaw roughly, her thumb dragging through the mess she’d made.

“Look at you,” Casey murmured, eyes dark with satisfaction. “Drooling all over yourself like a fucking slut.”

Alex barely had time to glare before Casey’s hands were on her, gripping the collar of her blouse with both hands and ripping it apart. Buttons flew across the room, bouncing off the hardwood, and Alex let out a sharp gasp.

“Casey! That was designer...”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Casey growled, yanking the ruined fabric from Alex’s shoulders and tossing it aside like it was worthless. Her hands were already at Alex’s skirt, jerking the zipper down, peeling it off along with her ruined panties. “You can buy another one.”

Alex huffed, half-indignant, half-aroused, her skin flushed from more than just frustration. “You are so --”

But Casey wasn’t listening. Her hands were already gripping Alex’s breasts, squeezing, kneading, her thumbs rolling over her hard nipples before she pushed Alex back onto the couch. Alex landed with a soft “oof,” her legs spread instinctively, but Casey wasn’t done with her yet.

Casey loomed over her, her cock still slick and throbbing, her breath coming out heavy as she pressed it between the soft swell of Alex’s breasts. The contrast made her groan - her thick cock nestled between the perfect curves of Alex’s chest, the warmth of her skin already driving her insane.

Alex arched a brow, still catching her breath. “Really?”

Casey smirked. “Really.”

And then she moved.

Her hands pressed against Alex’s ribcage, pushing her breasts together, enveloping her cock in soft, pillowy warmth. Casey let out a low groan as she thrust forward, the slick head of her cock peeking through the top of Alex’s cleavage with every roll of her hips.

Alex bit her lip, watching through hooded eyes. She could feel the heat of Casey’s cock, the way it dragged against her skin, leaving a slick trail with every thrust. She reached up, pressing her hands over Casey’s, adding to the pressure, making the tight channel around her cock even tighter.

Casey cursed under her breath, her rhythm getting rougher, her hips snapping forward with more urgency. “Fuck, Alex baby..”

Alex smirked, breathless but teasing. “Not so cocky now, huh?”

Casey growled, the muscles in her arms tensing as she fucked into the perfect softness of Alex’s chest, the friction making her dizzy with pleasure. Her cock was throbbing, heavy, so fucking close -

And then Alex, smug and shameless, stuck out her tongue.

The sight of it; her, messy and ruined, looking up at Casey with her tongue out, waiting - sent Casey over the edge.

Her hips jerked forward one last time, and then she was coming, thick ropes of cum spilling across Alex’s chest, streaking over her collarbones, dripping down between her breasts. Casey let out a sharp, broken groan, her fingers digging into Alex’s ribs as she rode out the aftershocks, her cock twitching as the last drops of cum oozed from the tip.

Alex let out a breathless laugh, reaching down to swipe a finger through the mess on her chest, her expression wicked as she brought it to her lips. “You’re insatiable,” she murmured, sucking her finger clean.

Casey, still breathless, smirked. “And you fucking love it.”

Alex was still catching her breath, her chest sticky with Casey’s release, when she shifted onto her hands and knees on the hardwood floor. She arched her back, her ass high in the air, her thighs glistening with arousal as she wiggled her hips teasingly.

She looked back over her shoulder, her voice wrecked and dripping with need. “Need you inside my pussy, baby.”

Casey’s cock twitched at the words, still sensitive but already stirring back to life at the sight of Alex laid out for her like that—needy, desperate, hers. A slow smirk spread across her lips as she pushed herself up, gripping her cock at the base and stroking slowly, watching the way Alex’s body shivered in anticipation.

“Beg for it,” Casey murmured, stepping forward, dragging the tip of her cock through Alex’s slick folds, teasing her entrance but not pushing in.

Alex let out a whimper, her nails scratching against the floor as she rocked back against Casey’s cock, desperate for more friction. “Babe... babe, please...”

That was all she needed. Casey gripped Alex’s hips and slammed inside in one deep, unrelenting thrust.

Alex screamed.

The stretch was instant, overwhelming. Casey was thick and filling her up in a way that made her toes curl and her arms nearly buckle beneath her. She gasped, her body adjusting, her walls squeezing tight around Casey’s cock as she struggled to breathe through the sheer intensity of it.

Casey groaned low and dark, her fingers digging bruises into Alex’s hips as she stilled for a brief moment, letting Alex feel every inch of her buried deep inside. “Fuck, baby,” she rasped, barely holding onto her control. “So fucking tight.”

Alex whimpered, pushing back, desperate for movement, for more. “Move, Casey—please—”

Casey didn’t need to be told twice. She pulled out halfway before slamming back in, setting a brutal, punishing rhythm that had Alex keening, her fingers curling into fists against the floor. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with Alex’s breathless moans and Casey’s sharp grunts.

Every thrust hit deep, driving Alex closer and closer to the edge, her walls fluttering around Casey’s cock, slick and hot and fucking perfect.

But Casey wasn’t done with her yet.

One of her hands slid up Alex’s spine, fingers trailing over sweat-damp skin before wrapping around her throat. She pulled Alex up by the neck, arching her back further, forcing her to take every inch, every relentless thrust.

Alex gasped, her body tightening at the sudden pressure against her throat. Casey’s grip was firm but controlled, her thumb pressing lightly over her pulse, making her head spin in the most intoxicating way.

“That’s it,” Casey growled against her ear, her breath hot and ragged. “Take it like the needy little slut you are.”

Alex moaned, her nails clawing at Casey’s thighs behind her, her walls clenching down around her cock. “Casey - babebabebabe - fuck—I’m gonna—”

Casey smirked, tightening her grip just slightly, her other hand snaking down between Alex’s legs to rub rough circles against her swollen clit. “Cum for me, baby.”

Alex shattered.

Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her entire body convulsing as pleasure tore through her, her walls milking Casey’s cock for everything she had. Her vision blurred, her breath coming in short, broken sobs as she came harder than she ever had before.

Casey groaned, her pace stuttering as Alex’s pussy clenched around her like a vice, dragging her over the edge with her. With a sharp thrust, she buried herself to the hilt and came, spilling deep inside Alex, her body shaking with the force of it.

They stayed like that for a moment - panting, trembling, completely wrecked - before Casey finally released her grip on Alex’s throat, letting her collapse onto the floor, utterly spent.

Casey smirked down at her, brushing sweat-damp hair from her face. “Told you you’d be on your knees the second you walked through that door.”

Alex let out a breathless, exhausted laugh. “Shut up.”

But the way she shivered when Casey leaned down to kiss the bruises blooming on her throat told her everything she needed to know.

she’s just a baby :’)

alex <3

the thing is, svu alex may be daddy but conviction alex is FATHER. i rest my case.