Rip It (Nellie / Peter)
From Nonny - Imagine your OTP going out, and Person A is a horrible tease all night - gorgeous clothes, suggestive glances, “accidental” touches. And then they finally get home, and Person B shoves them against the barely-closed door andtakes all of their frustration out on them, much to Person A’s delight (nelliexpeter)?
Rated M
Peter tugs at the bow tie, completely uncomfortable with his attire and the event. He’d much rather be at home with Nellie, have her panting and screaming his name. But here they are, at some shitty charity event that he’s required to attend because it’s held by one of his sponsors. At least his princess seems to be enjoying herself, at his expense of course.
The entire party is a complete torture. She’s constantly touching him, kissing him and even allowing him to touch her a lot. Usually he won’t be complaining about having her close by all the time but he’s already shaking with arousal even before they even left his penthouse. He takes a large swig of his drink to calm his nerves and resists the urge to tear the stupid bow tie off.
Across the room, he can see her sauntering towards him in that red dress that hugs her curves perfectly. The neckline is a little lower than what she usually wears but it shows off her gorgeous cleavage and the freckles he loves so much. One thing he doesn’t love about her dress is how everyone has their eyes on her, although she only has eyes for him which strokes his ego. Among many other things she has stroked since they slid into the black limo earlier. He shoots a glare at the bartender who’s staring at her longer than he should and pulls her to him possessively, crushing her to his side.
“They’re just looking,” she whispers with a smile and he grunts in response.
Nellie runs a finger down his sides and smirks as she feels him shiver in her arms. He’s positively uptight tonight and she knows she’s the main reason for his discomfort. She very deliberately waited for him to enter the room before she slipped into dress slowly. This dress was so pricey she almost didn’t purchase it but when she turns around and sees that his jaw is to the ground, she thinks the dress is worth every penny.
“Do you like it? It’s new,” she asks as she examines herself in the mirror. The dress does fit her perfectly and the girls look great.
He marches towards her as determined as an arrow is to get to its target. He grabs her face, their lips meet in a bruising kiss. She lets him press her into the mattress and moans when their tongues meet. His hands slip themselves under her dress and he pulls away with a gasp when his fingers come in contact with her bare hips.
She pushes him off her with a mischievous smirk. “Come on. We’re going to be late.”
“Peter?”
“Hmm?”
“Stop glaring at everyone who’s looking my way. Dance with me?” she suggests before he can protest.
“I don’t dance.”
“Not even for me? Please?” Nellie looks at him with her big blue eyes and Peter knows he has lost. He can’t deny her of anything when she looks like that. Reluctantly, he obliges, earning a kiss from her before she leads him to the middle of the dance floor.
Peter places his hands on the swell of her hips, stroking it through the silky dress. “You smell wonderful, Babe,” he whispers huskily and his hands come to rest on the small of her back.
“Thank you,” she grins, pressing a kiss on his neck. “You look really handsome in a suit.”
“I look like a penguin.”
“Sexy penguin,” she winks. “Stop glaring at everyone please. Let them look. You’re the one I’m going home. You’re the only one who gets me wet, Peter,” she whispers wickedly into his ears.
“Nell.”
With a smirk, she wraps her arms tightly around his neck. Her breasts are firmly against his front and is charmed to feel his heart hammering in his chest. “I only want you, baby. I can’t wait for us to get home and rip that shirt off you. I see I’m not the only one excited about going home,” she comments with a raised brow before pressing her hips solidly into his
“Stop it, Nellie,” he growls. He’s holding onto her a little too closely for an event like this but he couldn’t care less.
“Why? I’m having fun but I think I’m ready to go home. You?” Nellie looks at him through her long lashes and giggles excitedly when Peter practically flies out of the ballroom with her in tow.
They barely made it into his penthouse with her clothes intact when he catches her between his hard body and the door that he shoves her against, slamming it shut behind her. His lips are already on her before she even gets a moment to catch her breath, his tongue plunging into her mouth as he tugs at her dress fervently.
Peter curses into her throat when she grinds her hips into his arousal as she buries her fingers into his hair. He immediately buries his face in her generous cleavage as soon as he manages to pull her dress off her shoulders. He tosses her bra across the room and immediately cups her breasts, rolling her taut nipples between his fingers.
“Peter,” she moans deeply, already panting heavily under his ministrations and they’ve only just started.
He lets her push his jacket from his shoulders and with shaky hands, she tries to undo the buttons on his shirt without much success. Sensing her frustrations, he tears his lips away from her flushed skin and tugs the stupid bow tie off before he works on the buttons. There’s a reason why he hates shirts with buttons. What’s wrong with a t-shirt?
“Rip it,” she begs and he obliges. She watches with wide eyes, her body humming with arousal. There’s something very naughty about standing naked in the doorway watching your boyfriend rip his shirt off, she thinks. She doesn’t have to or want to think for long when he finally rips his shirt off, sending the buttons flying across the room. Without missing a beat, she drags him to her, needing to feel his solid chest against her bare breasts.
They moan at the skin-on-skin contact. Her breasts feel wonderful against his chest. He runs his tongue over her bottom lip before nipping at it. He lets his hands roam her naked body, stopping to tease her nipples again before they continue their journey south. He can feel the heat radiating off her when he reaches the top of her thighs. She gasps into the kiss as his fingers brush across her soft curls. “Nell,” he murmurs and thrusts two fingers into her. “Fuck, Nellie. So wet.”
“God. Peter!” She cries out, digging her nails into his shoulder until he moves one of her hands to her breasts. She’s suddenly very glad that he has one hand behind her head because she’d have a concussion when she throws her head back against the door as his finger teases her clit. “Fuck!”
Peter’s fingers find the spot in her that makes her scream his name. It works like a charm because she’s screaming his name as he strokes that sweet spot. “Faster,” she pants heavily and wraps her hand around his wrist, as if she was afraid that he might move away from her. “Peter. Please…”
With one last flick of his finger on her clit, her orgasm crashes through her body like the waves crashing against the sand. She drops her head to his shoulders, sighing his name as she rides out her orgasm. She feels his gentle kisses on her skin and returns his kiss when she finally comes to.
“I think it’s your turn, Peter,” she says with a lazy smile, her hands stroking the budge in his pants.
Nellie giggles as she watches him kick his pants off. She runs a finger over his length eliciting a low moan from him. She continues stroking him, running her thumb over the tip and as she strokes him, she feels the wetness between her thighs growing again.
Peter growls huskily and he spins around, her hands flat on the cold door and her back against his warm chest. She shivers in his arms when she feels his impressive length in between her thighs. He curses into her hair as he slides into her easily. He takes a moment to let them catch their breath before he starts moving within her.
“You like that, babe?” he asks, growling into her ears.
“Yes!” she chants and gasps when she feels him smacking her bum. “Yes!”
His hands find her clit again, rubbing it with his expert fingers and he feels her throbbing around him. He wraps an arm around her waist to hold her closer to him as he pounds frantically into her. “Nell,” he breathes, “Are you close, babe?”
She nods and she slips an arm around his neck, drawing his face down to hers. Their lips meet in a searing kiss, her fingers tugging at his messy hair which she realises makes him a little more frantic. She does it again and she feels his control slipping. “Come on, Peter,” she wiggles her bum and he moans. “I want to feel you.”
“You’re not there yet,” he hisses, nipping at her lips.
Peter pinches her clit and she feels the knot in her stomach unravelling quickly. “Please,” she begs, “I want to feel you.” He unravels at her words and spills hotly into her with a growl. She follows quickly behind him at the feel of him filling her in every way, chanting his name as she does.
“You okay, Nell?” he murmurs into her shoulders. She sighs and nods slowly as he carefully extracts himself from her. She turns in his arms and kisses him gently. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” she murmurs, sighing into the kiss and she thinks the next time they’re invited to another event like this one, she’s going to have to convince him to go.
Rated M
Peter tugs at the bow tie, completely uncomfortable with his attire and the event. He’d much rather be at home with Nellie, have her panting and screaming his name. But here they are, at some shitty charity event that he’s required to attend because it’s held by one of his sponsors. At least his princess seems to be enjoying herself, at his expense of course.
The entire party is a complete torture. She’s constantly touching him, kissing him and even allowing him to touch her a lot. Usually he won’t be complaining about having her close by all the time but he’s already shaking with arousal even before they even left his penthouse. He takes a large swig of his drink to calm his nerves and resists the urge to tear the stupid bow tie off.
Across the room, he can see her sauntering towards him in that red dress that hugs her curves perfectly. The neckline is a little lower than what she usually wears but it shows off her gorgeous cleavage and the freckles he loves so much. One thing he doesn’t love about her dress is how everyone has their eyes on her, although she only has eyes for him which strokes his ego. Among many other things she has stroked since they slid into the black limo earlier. He shoots a glare at the bartender who’s staring at her longer than he should and pulls her to him possessively, crushing her to his side.
“They’re just looking,” she whispers with a smile and he grunts in response.
Nellie runs a finger down his sides and smirks as she feels him shiver in her arms. He’s positively uptight tonight and she knows she’s the main reason for his discomfort. She very deliberately waited for him to enter the room before she slipped into dress slowly. This dress was so pricey she almost didn’t purchase it but when she turns around and sees that his jaw is to the ground, she thinks the dress is worth every penny.
“Do you like it? It’s new,” she asks as she examines herself in the mirror. The dress does fit her perfectly and the girls look great.
He marches towards her as determined as an arrow is to get to its target. He grabs her face, their lips meet in a bruising kiss. She lets him press her into the mattress and moans when their tongues meet. His hands slip themselves under her dress and he pulls away with a gasp when his fingers come in contact with her bare hips.
She pushes him off her with a mischievous smirk. “Come on. We’re going to be late.”
“Peter?”
“Hmm?”
“Stop glaring at everyone who’s looking my way. Dance with me?” she suggests before he can protest.
“I don’t dance.”
“Not even for me? Please?” Nellie looks at him with her big blue eyes and Peter knows he has lost. He can’t deny her of anything when she looks like that. Reluctantly, he obliges, earning a kiss from her before she leads him to the middle of the dance floor.
Peter places his hands on the swell of her hips, stroking it through the silky dress. “You smell wonderful, Babe,” he whispers huskily and his hands come to rest on the small of her back.
“Thank you,” she grins, pressing a kiss on his neck. “You look really handsome in a suit.”
“I look like a penguin.”
“Sexy penguin,” she winks. “Stop glaring at everyone please. Let them look. You’re the one I’m going home. You’re the only one who gets me wet, Peter,” she whispers wickedly into his ears.
“Nell.”
With a smirk, she wraps her arms tightly around his neck. Her breasts are firmly against his front and is charmed to feel his heart hammering in his chest. “I only want you, baby. I can’t wait for us to get home and rip that shirt off you. I see I’m not the only one excited about going home,” she comments with a raised brow before pressing her hips solidly into his
“Stop it, Nellie,” he growls. He’s holding onto her a little too closely for an event like this but he couldn’t care less.
“Why? I’m having fun but I think I’m ready to go home. You?” Nellie looks at him through her long lashes and giggles excitedly when Peter practically flies out of the ballroom with her in tow.
They barely made it into his penthouse with her clothes intact when he catches her between his hard body and the door that he shoves her against, slamming it shut behind her. His lips are already on her before she even gets a moment to catch her breath, his tongue plunging into her mouth as he tugs at her dress fervently.
Peter curses into her throat when she grinds her hips into his arousal as she buries her fingers into his hair. He immediately buries his face in her generous cleavage as soon as he manages to pull her dress off her shoulders. He tosses her bra across the room and immediately cups her breasts, rolling her taut nipples between his fingers.
“Peter,” she moans deeply, already panting heavily under his ministrations and they’ve only just started.
He lets her push his jacket from his shoulders and with shaky hands, she tries to undo the buttons on his shirt without much success. Sensing her frustrations, he tears his lips away from her flushed skin and tugs the stupid bow tie off before he works on the buttons. There’s a reason why he hates shirts with buttons. What’s wrong with a t-shirt?
“Rip it,” she begs and he obliges. She watches with wide eyes, her body humming with arousal. There’s something very naughty about standing naked in the doorway watching your boyfriend rip his shirt off, she thinks. She doesn’t have to or want to think for long when he finally rips his shirt off, sending the buttons flying across the room. Without missing a beat, she drags him to her, needing to feel his solid chest against her bare breasts.
They moan at the skin-on-skin contact. Her breasts feel wonderful against his chest. He runs his tongue over her bottom lip before nipping at it. He lets his hands roam her naked body, stopping to tease her nipples again before they continue their journey south. He can feel the heat radiating off her when he reaches the top of her thighs. She gasps into the kiss as his fingers brush across her soft curls. “Nell,” he murmurs and thrusts two fingers into her. “Fuck, Nellie. So wet.”
“God. Peter!” She cries out, digging her nails into his shoulder until he moves one of her hands to her breasts. She’s suddenly very glad that he has one hand behind her head because she’d have a concussion when she throws her head back against the door as his finger teases her clit. “Fuck!”
Peter’s fingers find the spot in her that makes her scream his name. It works like a charm because she’s screaming his name as he strokes that sweet spot. “Faster,” she pants heavily and wraps her hand around his wrist, as if she was afraid that he might move away from her. “Peter. Please…”
With one last flick of his finger on her clit, her orgasm crashes through her body like the waves crashing against the sand. She drops her head to his shoulders, sighing his name as she rides out her orgasm. She feels his gentle kisses on her skin and returns his kiss when she finally comes to.
“I think it’s your turn, Peter,” she says with a lazy smile, her hands stroking the budge in his pants.
Nellie giggles as she watches him kick his pants off. She runs a finger over his length eliciting a low moan from him. She continues stroking him, running her thumb over the tip and as she strokes him, she feels the wetness between her thighs growing again.
Peter growls huskily and he spins around, her hands flat on the cold door and her back against his warm chest. She shivers in his arms when she feels his impressive length in between her thighs. He curses into her hair as he slides into her easily. He takes a moment to let them catch their breath before he starts moving within her.
“You like that, babe?” he asks, growling into her ears.
“Yes!” she chants and gasps when she feels him smacking her bum. “Yes!”
His hands find her clit again, rubbing it with his expert fingers and he feels her throbbing around him. He wraps an arm around her waist to hold her closer to him as he pounds frantically into her. “Nell,” he breathes, “Are you close, babe?”
She nods and she slips an arm around his neck, drawing his face down to hers. Their lips meet in a searing kiss, her fingers tugging at his messy hair which she realises makes him a little more frantic. She does it again and she feels his control slipping. “Come on, Peter,” she wiggles her bum and he moans. “I want to feel you.”
“You’re not there yet,” he hisses, nipping at her lips.
Peter pinches her clit and she feels the knot in her stomach unravelling quickly. “Please,” she begs, “I want to feel you.” He unravels at her words and spills hotly into her with a growl. She follows quickly behind him at the feel of him filling her in every way, chanting his name as she does.
“You okay, Nell?” he murmurs into her shoulders. She sighs and nods slowly as he carefully extracts himself from her. She turns in his arms and kisses him gently. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” she murmurs, sighing into the kiss and she thinks the next time they’re invited to another event like this one, she’s going to have to convince him to go.