childofbarisi:

I would like to bless you all with a lovely Peter Stone smut that @morbid-apricots ( @giraffe-puppy is her side blog for writing) had blessed me with. She is allowing me to share it.

Warning: NSFW

That weekend you and Peter actually managed to get out of the house instead of having a sexy staycation. After all you were going stir crazy. The plan was to go to dinner at that restaurant you both liked in midtown, then catch a movie, then walk in the park for a bit. But Peter wanted to make it.. Interesting.

So here you were, sliding on the vibrating panties he bought you for this occasion. Your face burned with embarrassment, what if you couldn’t control yourself? It’s been so long since either of you had done this. Peter walked in to grab his watch and tie, hair neatly styled in those spikes you loved and the smell of aftershave and cologne wafted in the air, mingling with your own perfume. He had the remote in his pocket and could turn it on at any time. And you were allowed to cum at any time. As long as you could be quiet. Jesus.

“Ready sweetheart?” Peter held his arm out for you, you smoothed out any wrinkles in your dress and looped arms with him. “You know your safe word?” That you did, “mango.” “Good girl, now let’s go out and have a good night hm?“ You were kind of excited, it had been so long since you two went out. You can’t remember your last date together. It must have been over a year ago. Such is the working parent’s strife. But now you two could have some fun.

All through the drive you were waiting for Peter to turn the panties on, to do something. But instead he drove smoothly, eyes on the road and humming along to his Spotify Playlist. You were just sitting on the edge of your seat, God what this man could do to you. During dinner you forgot about it, the food was too good to have your mind stuck on anything else. You nearly moaned at every bite… And then Peter turned the panties on. Staying quiet was a lot harder than you expected it to be. You nearly choked on your wine while he calmly ate his steak, looking at you curiously. “Something wrong love?” His voice was the air of indifference. The bastard. “N-no I’m fine..” He turned the intensity up a few notches, leaving you gripping your arm and biting your tongue to keep quiet. Fuck fuck fuck, this was hard! The waiter brought the check, and just after he left you came silently. Peter could see it in your face, the way your blush rose up your neck and ears to your cheeks. He smirked and stood, helping you shakily to your feet. That was.. Intense. And you knew there was more where that came from. But for now he turned it off.

Next was the movies, your orgasm was still fresh in your panties, the slickness could he heard if you tried to listen. You two went to see the latest scary movie, Peter liked them because they made you huddle in his arms. Right when the lights dimmed and the movie started, Peter turned the panties on again. You were still a bit sensitive from your last orgasm, so keeping quiet was doubly hard. “Peter.. I can’t-” you cut yourself off to stop a moan from escaping. Your husband knew your limits, and you hadn’t reached them. Right now you were at the whining stage. “You can and you will. Remember princess, you have to keep quiet. Not a sound.” At this point you weren’t even paying attention to the movie and came again while biting your lip.

The rest of the movie you were left alone, thankfully. Peter didn’t turn the panties back on until you had reached the park. Then, he crowded you against a tree, no one could see you two unless they walked near the tree. Peter put you on his thigh and ratcheted the intensity to maximum. At this you couldn’t stay quiet, so Peter covered your mouth with his to muffle you. His kisses felt amazing coupled with riding his thigh and the vibrations, you came again quickly. But Peter didn’t turn the panties off.

You were quickly approaching overstimulation, squirming and whining in Peter’s grasp. But he wouldn’t let you go anywhere. “Peter ah! It’s t-too much!” But your husband only smirked. “Naughty girl couldn’t keep quiet like I told her to. So you’re going to cum again, and again, until I say you’re done. Got it?”

The overstimulation of your clit and labia was nearly unbearable, but you weren’t ready to safe word. This was heaven and hell at the same time. Peter ground his hard member against you, having taken it out of his pants. Finally, he turned the panties off and ripped them down your legs to sheath himself inside of you. “Fuck, you feel amazing. So perfect princess. And all mine.” You moaned out your agreement and Peter set a steady pace, using his arm to cushion your back from the bark of the tree. Soon, he was pistoning into you, grunting against your neck like an animal. “Peter.. Fuck, please.” He smirked and sucked hickies onto your neck and shoulders, snaking a hand down to your oversensitive clit to finish you. “Cum for me princess,” you moaned his name as you came again, riding your orgasm on Peter’s cock and against his fingers. The man thrusted a few more times and finally spilled himself inside of you.

The both of you panted and caught your breaths for a while, it had been a while since you’d done anything this bold. And it was amazing. The both of you straightened up and you moved to slip the panties back on, but Peter grabbed them and stuffed the soaked garment into his pocket. Leaving you bare under your dress with cum sliding out of your hole. You blushed when he eyed you for any protests, looping his arm around your waist to get back to the car.

You held hands during the drive home, Peter stroked your knuckles with his thumb and pulled into your apartment parking garage. The both of you were tired from the events, ready to shower and fall into bed. Peter helped you wash up, spending a bit more time on cleaning between your legs than necessary. You were overstimulated and trying to move away from his fingers, but he held you to him and got one more out of you. Which left you shaking and moaning. Peter finished up washing you and himself, scooped you up in a nice warm towel, and took you to bed. “My good girl, you did so well. I’m so proud of you, you’re amazing.” The praise poured from his lips while his hands caressed your skin and raked through your damp hair. Soon enough, you were soothed to sleep, your mind a happy hazy blank of warmth and post orgasmic bliss. “I love you so much,” you murmured before slipping into sleep. Peter kissed you goodnight and curled up behind you to sleep as well.

Hot damn. I am done.