Peter Pan (ouat) — King of Crossroads (NSFW)

AN: im a disgusting human being

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids, ur childhood fav is now a sex driven demon

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Once you pulled your Black Jeep Commander to a halt, you stepped out, your boots colliding with the gravel, making a raspy noise. You turned around and grabbed your light wash jean jacket and put it on, protecting yourself from the harsh fall air.

“You can’t handle it,” you mimicked what Regina had told you before you left, scoffing shortly after. You then slammed the door shut, and tucked your hands into your pockets, as you made way for the trunk.

You pulled the handle and you stepped back as the trunk opened. It was clean, no sign that it was a hunter’s car… but you only knew if you looked in the right places.

You pulled another handle, revealing a compartment that wasn’t for the naked eye. There were rock salt guns, lighters, knives, silver and regular guns, a container of salt, and finally, the colt. The Colt in which could kill anything–even a demon. You took it from the hunters that are training you, because of the demon you were going after. The King of Crossroads.

You took a rocksalt gun, loaded it, and tucked it into your pants. The colt, however, was already loaded–two bullets left–and you tucked it into your boot for easy access. Salt wasn’t an issue, as you had a small container attached to a necklace filled with the stuff. A flask of holy water was currently in your jean jacket pocket, where it always stayed. You then grabbed a pair of handcuffs to chain him down while you get the information you needed out of him.

After pocketing the handcuffs, you grabbed the tin of stuff you needed to summon him, and a hand shovel. An old photo ID of you, a tiny bottle of graveyard dirt, and a black cat bone.

You walked to the intersection at where the roads meet, and you sighed. I can do this.

Shoveling a small hole, you dumped in the shit and covered it back up. Then, you stood back up and waited for the mojo to kick in.

“Handcuffs? That’s kinky. I like it.” you heard a British accent behind you say.

You whipped around, only to find a boy in his early twenties smirking at you. He was wearing a nice black suit, his undershirt and tie black as well. He had a confident stance, as his hands were in his pockets, and of course, smirking.

Was this the King of Crossroads?

“Wait, you’re the King of Crossroads?” you asked, puzzled, as backed away a little.

He gave you a look. “Kitten, this is only my vessel. Don’t underestimate me.”

You shuddered at the pet name ‘kitten’ he had gave you.

“Well my darling, have you come all the way out here to make a deal with lil’ ol me?” He took his hands out of his pockets, and confidently strides over to you. “Or, are you just here to kill me?”

You stayed quiet, and tried to lure him away from your baby—the car.

“Kitten, I don’t think you want to play hard to get here. We all know I get anything I want, as my title suggests that I do.”

His eyes flickered black, and smirked at you once again. “So, deal or not?”

A deal. You have a million ideas of the deals you could make, the people you could bring back from the dead one more time just to see them, but your soul wasn’t worth that. They already had their time.

“Darling, this isn’t going to work if you don’t answer me.” He came closer to you, and grabbed a hold of your shoulders, and pushed you to your car.

You shook your head, and fumbled with your pocket, struggling to get your flask out. Unfortunately, he wasn’t dumb, and picked up of what you were trying to do, so he pinned your hands above you.

“Hmm… naughty little kitten, aren’t you? Trying to spray me with holy water.” He let go of you, but you stayed in place. He was working his demonic mojo on you.

The King of Crossroads reached into your pocket, making sure to linger his hands on your body for a bit longer than needed, and took the flask out.

The flask had engravings on it, and was of importance to you. It was your now dead mother, after she had been killed by one of these things.

“Don’t you dare destroy that flask,” you seethed, glaring at him, although you knew it would get you nowhere. The demon laughed.

“I’m not going to destroy your petty mothers flask.” Instead of destroying it, he simply opened it and poured out the remaining liquid.

“Ya know, Y/N,” he said once he had shoved the flask into his pocket, seemingly knowing your name. “Your mother was killed the exact same way. A crossroads demon.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat as he was slowly pacing in front of you, glancing at you every few minutes. “You would have the same fate as your mothers, but unfortunately, I like you. I don’t feel like letting you go.”

You attempted to open your mouth to speak, but nothing happened. More of his demonic mojo.

"Instead of killing you for trying to kill me–you’re an absolute bad hunter by the way–I think i’m going to keep you.”

He stepped closer to you again, and looked up and down your body. You had assumed he was doing this for his sexual pleasure, but really, he was searching you for your weak attempt at weapons.

“Rock-salt gun.. salt necklace.” He grinned. “Don’t see those every day.”

His eyes then trailed to your boots, and his eyebrows knitted together. “Hold on.”

He bent down, and pulled the weapon out of your boot. Then, he stood back up, and inspected it carefully.

A wide grin formed on his face. “Hmm. The Colt. Really getting kinky, aren’t we?”

He threw the gun to the side, possibly damaging it as it made contact with the ground. You cringed as the weapon dropped, knowing that either Regina or Emma would kill you. Maybe both.

Then, taking the handcuffs you had dropped on the floor, you felt released from whatever he was holding you with.

Before you could run from him, he grabbed your hands forcefully and put them behind your back, as he handcuffed them together.

“Let me go!” you shouted, struggling, which you were pretty sure wouldn’t work, but tried anyways.

“No can do, kitten. I don’t feel like it.” He opened the car door to your Jeep Commander, and pushed you in the backseat. “Shall I pound merciless into you in your car, or should we take this somewhere more… private?”

He sounded so casual, like this was a regular thing for him.

When you didn’t respond, he decided himself. “Great! Private space it is then. I’ve always had a thing for being a gentleman.”

The boys head looked down at you. This is the first time you noticed his eyes, a beautiful hazel colour. He was grinning widely at you, and some of his curls fell in his face.

“Let me go,” you whispered, hoping he’d let you go this time.

“But kitten, the fun has just started.”

You struggled against him, trying to push him off with your feet so you could get away, and get the damn handcuff off.

The demon’s eyes turned black, and his grin fell. “Trying to escape me? Hm?”

“I want to make a deal,” you finally said. Him being the King of Crossroads, he perked up at this. His eyes flickered to normal.

“Your proposal?”

“Let me go, give me ten years… and bring Killian Jones back from the dead.” He laughed. “As if I’m going to bring him back. Lucifer’s got him where he wants him… and he needs a current angel of Heaven to know their whereabouts.”

You sucked in deep breath.

“Oh, and you can call me Peter, by the way. Or Pan. You’ll be needing something to scream.”

Your eyes widened, and tried to yell at him to get off of you before he regretted it, but nothing came out.

“C'mon kitten… dont be difficult…” He rubbed your center. “I don’t wanna be the bad guy here.”

“You already are.” Surprisingly, your words came out.

The demon—Peter—frowned. “I know you want this as much as I do.”

“No, I don’t. Now let me go!”

“Really?” he asked, “Because your pretty little pussy of yours is telling me otherwise. Fuck, Y/N, you’re so wet I can feel you through your pants.”

A crimson tint stained your cheeks, before Peter winked, and you both appeared in a room, you being pinned down to a bed. The walls were a dark shade of brown, and wooden planks were laid out across the whole floor.

“Are we… in Hell?” you asked warily. Peter laughed, a bit too much.

“No.” He shook his head. “As a demon, I’m not allowed to go back and forth through Hell and earth. I must choose one place at a time, and here I am.”

He slid his hand under your shirt, causing your breath to hitch. Peter smirked. Before you could question any further, he slid your denim jacket off, along with your t-shirt, exposing your clothed breasts.

“Now, Kitten, I have some rules.” He flicked the clothes off to the side as if they were nothing. “First off, no touching. Probably going to a problem with you, seeing as you’re a hunter.” This made you raise your eyebrows. “How so?” “I’ve dealt with a lot of hunters in my time.”

“But… there aren’t many female hunters…”

“Exactly. Sex everywhere, even with guys. If I must say, I prefer guys to girls, but you kitten, you make an exception.”

Peter sat up and pulled his jacket off, and unbuttoned his dress shirt, tossing them both into the pile of your clothes. You had to admit, his vessel was in shape.

He looked down at you with lust clearly in his eyes, his hazel eyes now turned a dark green.

“Kitten, i’ve waited so long for you to come around,” he commented as he pressed a slow kiss to your lips, and made his way down to your neck.

“Continuation of the rules,” he said, and started to suck harshly on your neck, making you moan. “Rule number two. Don’t speak unless spoken to.”

Peter withdrew his lips from your neck, only leaving you wanting more. He stepped out of his pants before winking at you, and you rolling your eyes.

“Rule number three,” he continued on his list of rules. “dont cum unless I say.” He unzipped the zipper of your skinny jeans, and pulled them down. This revealed your pair of black underwear. Solid, black underwear.

He ran his hand up your thigh, and licked his lips, getting rid of the dryness.

“I’ll be taking these,” Pan told, before practically ripping your panties from you, leaving you in your bra.

He stared down at you, admiring your body.

You had no idea how to feel about this; letting a demon do these things to you. But, you knew if you didn’t, he’d kill you. You were just a hunter in training, as your friends Emma and Regina were just teaching you to become one. They didn’t really know you went to search for this demon when you left and took the colt with you.

He snapped his fingers, and your chest was bare. No more bra.

“You’re going to love this, kitten,” he said before attaching his lips once again to your neck. He pressed a few more kisses up your neck, until he found your sweet spot, right behind your ear. You bit your lip to suppress a moan that was threatening to spill out of your lips.

Pan then stopped, hearing the faint moan that you had tried to stop, but failed. It was a heavenly sound… enough that a demon could call it that. He bit his lip himself, not wanting to moan simply because you did. He continued to suck on that spot, nipping it gently and swiping his tongue across it. You couldn’t even attempt to hold back your moans.

When he stopped, and withdrew his lips and sat up, you whimpered at the loss of contact. You felt stupid for being putty in the demon’s hands, but you couldn’t help it.

Peter tucked his lip under his teeth, biting, and you melted at the sight.

Instead, he wrapped his hands around your thighs, and lowered his head.

Oh god, you thought. Is he going to do what I think he is?

He did it. He swiped his tongue over your clit, and then sucking between your folds.

“Shit Y/N,” he started in between pleasuring you. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

Your moans were uncontrollable. You needed more. You lifted your hips up a bit, desperate for more. Peter just lapped up the juices with his tongue, occasionally wrapping his lips around your folds, then going back to licking.

“P-Pan…” you stuttered out, “I’m gonna cum–”

“No,” he simply stated after lifting his face from your hot and bothered core. “You’re going to cum when I’m inside you– only when I tell you.”

Peter got up, and positioned himself before your wet core. But, instead of pushing in, he just grazed the tip along your hole, back in forth, threatening to dive in at any moment.

You groaned. “Stop teasing,” you demanded. Peter looked up at you and grinned.

“I told you you’d want it, kitten.”

Apparently, that was all he really needed. So with that, he finally pushed in, earning a long throaty groan from you.

He stopped, letting you get used to his rather large size, then, pushed in further. This earned pants from both you and the highly ranked demon.

Your hands yanked apart, trying to be set free so you could touch him, but unfortunately going nowhere because of the cuffs, alas causing cuts around your wrists.

Peter stopped, and looked up at you. “Kitten, don’t make me take the fun away.”

He pushed back in ever so suddenly, causing you to let out a hushed whine, as you bit your lip and closed your eyes.

He then started to thrust in forcefully numerous times, his eyes staying on your face the whole time, wanting to watch you in such pleasure.

He grabbed a fistfull of your hair and yanked your head back, hitting your head on the headboard ever so slightly–not enough to be in pain. “I want you to watch me as I shove my dick into your pretty little pussy, got that darling?”

You hesitantly nodded, biting your lip, and gave in. You opened your eyes only to meet Peter’s now black ones.

"That’s better kitten, isn’t it?” he said, smirking down at you.

You watched him as he thrusted into you, his light brown locks bouncing on his head. His thrusts got deeper, and it wasn’t long before he brushed past your g-spot, causing you to moan out.

“Hmm… you like that baby?” You nodded as your lips parted, the pleasure too much.

“P-peter…. I need to cum,” you stated, and the demon nodded. As you said this, his thrusts were getting a bit sloppier, anyways.

“Let go for me baby, “ Peter said, and you came at his words, letting out a string of moans.

He came not long after, filling you up. He pulled out once he had finished, and snapped his fingers.

Now, you weren’t in his bed. You were in the backseat of your jeep commander, naked, cum oozing out of you, and wondering what the hell just happened.