Peter Stone x Reader - Extra
“I missed you so much.”
Your hands ran over the top of your desk. You smiled, despite the heavy paperwork load, you couldn’t have been happier. Liv stood watching you get settled in.
“I can’t say I see this often, an officer glad to have paperwork.”
“Crazy.” Fin called from his table.
“Trust me, if you were stuck home for months you’d feel the same.” You were glad to be back. You just needed to prove to yourself that you could still do the job. “So has anything happened since I was gone?”
“Not much, but I think there’s something going on with Stone.” you straightened.
“Really?” He seemed fine, you’d talk to him just last night. You didn’t pick up on anything out of the ordinary. The fact that Rollins did made you worry.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure he’s gotten a little girlfriend.There’s just an air about him.” you flushed when her eyes zeroed in on you.
“Do you know anything about that?” You knew it, Rollins figured it out. The other guys were pretty much oblivious but Rollins, she was good at noticing things like that. Hell maybe Olivia knew too and just didn’t say it.
“If he did, don’t you think we would know, the guy practically lives here.” Carisi was right. Peter was very dedicated, you were fortunate that Carisi didn’t put it together. You and Peter didn’t exactly tell them about your relationship. It was still pretty new, and you didn’t want everyone in on your personal life just yet. You also haven’t really discussed it with Peter.
You weren’t sure if he would be comfortable with others knowing. You were going to have to bring it up the next time you talked with him. Peter walked in just then, briefcase in his hand and phone out. His head raised when he was at the center of the room. You weren’t sure if it was instinct, but his eyes gravitated to you.
You tried your hardest not to make it obvious, so you kept a straight face while looking at him.
“Good morning.” He greeted. “(Y/N), I have a few documents that you need to sign off on since you were the arresting officer.” you nodded. “Sure.” you replied, following him in the direction of his office. Rollins marked you with a smirk.
He opened the door for you, and you stepped in with a smile. You could hear the door shut on entry. “So where are these..” you turned to ask about the documents, but the look on Peter’s face brought redness to your cheeks. He tossed his case unto the leather couch, stalking over to you.
“S-Stone..”
You backed up, legs hitting the front of his desk. Your hands reached to keep you from knocking anything over. He grinned, enjoying the way you visibly squirmed under his gaze.
“I thought I told you to call me Peter..” you gulped, his low tone not something you were expecting so early into the day. “W-We’re at work.” you tried to reason. He leaned in, breath mingling with yours. As much as you were trying to resist, you didn’t pull away. He stayed there, just a hairline away. Your eyelids lowered, entranced by the look he wore.
“S-Someone might see..” you muttered. You were surprised you could still speak. Was it just you or did it feel warmer. “So what if they do.” he leaned in before you could make any more objections. A slight gasp fell from your lips, captured by his. His kiss was demanding, you couldn’t understand why because you’d seen him just last night.
The way he was kissing you, you could have sworn the both of you hadn’t seen each other for years. Your hands immediately went around his neck, pushing off the desk and pressing into him. He groaned, hands finding purchase around your small frame. All you could process was the pounding of your heart, the warmth of his fingers slipping under your suit jacket. His thumbs pressed to your hips, gliding to the skin beneath your dress shirt.
The contact produced a soft moan from you. Peter welcomed it, his body responding similarly when your fingers tugged at his short hair. The kiss that lasted merely minutes felt like hours. You pulled back to regain your breath, and Peter took the opportunity to plant kisses at the base of your neck.
Your hands traveled to his back, you were now gripping at his suit, trying to keep in any other sounds that could slip out. You knew you should have stopped, and you were in there for a while now. Rollins would definitely realize what took place. She was probably already constructing ideas.
Another moan slipped out when his lips touched a certain spot. “Locking that in my memory for future reference.”he muttered against your skin. You pulled out of his arms with a blush, trying to fix yourself. Peter looked at you, a smirk on his lips. “I-I have to get back to work!” you scolded. You would think he was more level headed being a district attorney. The more you got to know him, the more he surprised you.
Everyone thought Peter was this uptight, by the books guy. But behind closed doors, he was playful, cheeky and most importantly very very affectionate. Before you got together the touches were completely platonic. He was a friend trying to help another get over a heartbreak. But since you got together, he’d take any opportunity to hold you in his arms. It was like he was constantly starved of your touch, not that you were complaining.
“Wait..yes! Yes I’m complaining! We need to be professional!”
“Alright, I guess I have no choice but to let you go, Detective.” you scowled at how seductively he said that last part. “J-Just get me the paperwork.” He really was a handful, if you told anyone about this side of him, they probably wouldn’t believe you.” He turned, grabbing the papers off his desk, handing it to you. You took it, keeping at a distance in case he tried anything. He noticed, smiling at you. “Don’t worry, I’ll try to restrain myself for the rest of the day.”
“Good! Otherwise I’ll, I-I’ll report you!”you threatened weakly. His eyes sparked at the threat, taking slow steps closer to you. “Or you could just arrest me right now, I promise I won’t resist..” your eyes widened. “Shit! I gotta get outta here or I’ll pass out!” you rushed to the door, opening it and basically sprinting down the hallway. Peter watched, pleased with your flustered reaction.
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“My heart can’t take much more of this.” You were sure of it. Peter didn’t care if everyone in New York knew about your relationship. He was teasing you all day. You sighed, just going through the events of the day. The little stunt he pulled in the elevator, pressing a kiss to the back of your ear. You were grateful the both of you were at the back. And the occupants in the small space seemed none the wiser. You almost shrieked when he pinned you to the wall in the kitchen.
The rest of the team were at their desk, so they didn’t see, but they could have walked by at any time. The only attack that was completely unplanned was when he dropped his pen during Liv’s briefing on a case. His back was facing you, so when he leaned over your throat went completely dry at the way his butt strained against the material of his slacks. He straightened, and you ran out of the room to get some water to quench your sudden thirst.
You were exhausted by the end of the day. Both by the case and his antics.
Olivia was leaving, probably trying to get home to her son. She smiled, bidding you goodbye on her way out. You waved to her, twirling your chair around. Just as you did, Peter came from around the corner. He spotted you, a smile immediately breaking out on his face.
“(Y/N), maybe you should turn in for the night, here, let me give you a drive home. It’s your first day back after all, you shouldn’t push it. “
To Fin and Carisi, it must have just sounded like a concerned coworker. You knew better. He wanted another chance to make you as red as a cherry. You stood reluctantly. You’d rather him drop you home over stepping out into the cold and waiting for a cab. You pocketed your phone.
“See you guys tomorrow.” you said.
“Yeah, get some rest.” Fin advised. You were glad Rollins wasn’t there to make any suggestive comments.
“After you.” Peter gestured. You squinted at him suspiciously, walking as he followed behind. Carisi watched the both of you leave. “Hey Fin, do you think maybe Stone and (Y/N) are..”
Fin laughed. “Like hell, she hates the guy.” Carisi knew that, but still. He shook it off.
“Yeah, you’re right.”
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“Were you trying to give me heart palpitations today.” Peter chuckled, stepping into his apartment. You walked in, going to the fridge for a drink. You grabbed a bottle of water, drinking it down. Peter kicked off his shoes, slackening his tie. He was rolling up his sleeves.
Your eyes were stuck on him, lowering the bottle from your lips. When he spotted you staring you averted your gaze, moving to place it on the table. You didn’t even hear him walk up to you. But one second he was across the room the next, he was directly behind you. His hands were on either side of your hips, pressing into the table lightly. Your breath staggered. He wasn’t even really touching you. You could feel his breath on your neck.
“Stone..” you warned. He grinned. “What do I have to do to get you to call me Peter. I think we should at least be on a first name basis by now..” you bit your lip when he closed the distance, now fully leaning into you. You could feel him, all of him pressed to you. His arms circled your body. You tried your hardest not to respond. He must have figured it out. Cause his hands were slowly trailing up your body.
“Let’s see how long you can give me the silent treatment. “ His hands didn’t venture under your clothes, he didn’t need to because you felt everything. His fingers slipped past your waist, up your abdomen, to your bust. Your breathing increased, and his palms covered your breasts, cupping them into his large hands. You forced yourself not to make a sound, you weren’t gonna be the first to cave.
Peter was impressed at your control, he could see you worrying your lip between your teeth. You whimpered, legs trembling when he gave them a gentle squeeze. His hips bucked at the sound and you gasped, hands coming down to level yourself against the table. “You’re torturing me (Y/N)..” he whispered into your ear. You glared at him over your shoulder. He had some nerve. He was the one currently trapping you in a torturous position. He smiled at your look.
“Do you know how many times I wanted to kiss you today, It’s so hard to focus on my job when you’re everywhere I go. It’s your fault I can’t concentrate. If anyone is suffering from heart palpitations it’s me.”
“T-That’s not my fault!” you defended. He tsked, now massaging your breast. You cried out, closing your eyes as you dug your fingers into the table. “But it is, it’s your fault for being so beautiful. How do I do my job when you're just a few meters away. “ your entire body was quivering now, and Peter still wouldn’t let up. It was literally driving you mad.
“I-I don’t k-know but you better figure it out!!” you’d always been a stubborn person.
This was probably the most turned on you’ve been, and all your clothes were still on. But Peter didn’t need to know that. You liked to pretend you didn’t like his advances, and he’d just keep coming. The both of you were complete opposites. Maybe that’s why you worked so well. He stepped back, releasing you all together. You let out a breath, turning to stare at him in confusion.
“You must be exhausted too, you can have the guest room tonight.” he went about talking like he didn’t just get you all hot and bothered and was now retreating. He walked off, removing his clothes. You ran after him annoyed. He really was going to make you work for it. When you got to his bedroom he’d already taken off his shirt. He glanced at you indifferently and you scowled. A smirk slowly rose to his lips, hands moving to unbuckle his belt. He slipped it out of his pants, dropping it to the floor.
“Something wrong Detective?” you groaned, practically pouncing on him. He grinned, reaching for both of your thighs as he lifted you off the ground, your legs automatically locking around his hips. Your kisses were hungry and sloppy, both trying to taste as much as you could of the other. He walked over to the bed, lowering you to the mattress. You bounced slightly, still pawing at his body. He laughed. “Someone’s...pent..up.” he said between kisses.
“Shut up and kiss me!” you growled. He obliged happily, taking you to heaven and back.