The steamy shower brought life and goosebumps to your cold skin. Through all the hunting and chasing the lost boys went about doing with you, your skin had been caked with a fine line of neverland soil, and your hair was twisted and tangled in knots of leaves. You locked the door shut as the shower grew warmer, and you passed the large glass mirror, where your curved shape was blurry through the fog and condensation. Letting your towel slide down your waist, you turned from the mirror,your hips swaying away from the glass, and cautiously placed a toe in the water. The water was boiling, and turned your skin red and exposed at touch, which felt especially good after having bathed in the streams outdoor for the past few weeks.
“Privacy,” you murmured to yourself, sliding under the fountain of gushing water.
You reached for a scrubber, and your gentle hands lathered a rich white soap all over your skin, contrasting nastily to the dirt. Your hands moved about in circles across patches of flesh, and with each motion, the skin grew clear and radiant underneath. You had trouble reaching the small of your back, but you managed, and once you were done you scrubbed your hair clean, and collapsed against the cold wall of shower tile. The water felt colder from the floor of the shower, but relaxing all the same, especially the feel of the freezing wall against your red hot flesh. You lay your head back, and spread your legs apart, a soft tune falling from your lips as you began to sing a peaceful melody. Your hands found the glass shower wall, and with each note of your song, you drew small flowery patterns through the steam in the glass.
‘Fresh as morning, light breaks soon
sun climbs high as the roses bloom’
As the song came to an end, you made a quick flourish across the glass, tracing out the final part of the rose sketch you’d made in the fog.
“Oh my-” your mouth hung upon in astonishment, sure that the green flash you’d seen through the misty glass couldn’t be what you thought it was.
“Peter,” you said, attempting to sound stern but only sounding afraid, “C-come out.”
It suddenly felt much colder than it should have, as a draft came through the bathroom.
“You have a beautiful voice.”
“WHAT THE F-,” your feet scrambled to pick you up, and you slammed your open legs closed as you stumbled to your feet.
Peter stood, his back to you, in front of the fogged up mirror. His hair was tousled, he showed no sense of shame, but his hands moved restlessly across the fabric of his clothes.
You stumbled over your words, your hands fumbling for which part of your body it should cover first.
“I locked the door,” you grumbled and smacked the shower off.
“And I unlocked it,” Peter said simply.
“Peterrrrrrrr,” you complained. “Why? No wait, I don’t want to know, just give me my towel. No wait, don’t, then you’ll see me. I’ll get it, ugh no but then I have to walk past you.”
You heard Peter snicker softly, and a red hot sensation came to your cheeks. You felt too exposed and vulnerable, and It hurt that you knew Peter had seen you like that, and been able to judge you by each imperfection of yours. Within a moment, you’d darted past Peter, and had a cotton towel pulled around your waist. You jumped aside towards the corner of the wall, and bent yourself down, trying to hide away as you crept past Peter. You were heading for the door when he touched your shoulder gently, his forest green eyes were wide open, but they remained on your face.
“(Y/N),” Peter whined like a child, his hands firm to your skin. “It was just a game.” But as he said it, a tone of lust hung in his voice like sticky sweat.
“You’re awful,” you protested.
“And you’re beautiful,” Peter stated, chewing on his lower lip.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes.
“Hey,” Pan said sternly, his hands grabbing yours. “If you could only know what sick things go through the other boy’s heads, the things they think about you, you would understand,” his voice had an edge of anger when he spoke, and his hands grew tense.
“What’s that then?” you said, your voice coming hoarse.
Peter licked his lips, and had to squeeze your hands to refrain his own from traveling where they wanted to go.
“I never lie to you,” Peter said, avoiding your gaze by staring at the ceiling.
“Tell me,” you urged.
Peter groaned in frustration, his eyes locking to yours.
“Don’t you see? With a girls like you around-” he pursed his lips, a deep sigh rolling from his mouth. “You’re fragile and delicate, but inhumanly gorgeous like no other. Trust me, they want to do much more than just peek in on your showers,” he growled, swallowing a lump in his throat and breathing in your aroma.
Your hair stuck to your back, water droplets tumbling across your flesh as you released Peter’s hands in defeat.
“I’m sorry..?” he said, but it was more of a question. “It was an accident?” he tried pathetically, cocking his head sideways.
You slinked over to the shower, and turned it back on, Peter watching you with questioning eyes. Once the water grew warm again, you threw your towel to Peter, who understood you wanted peace, and made a move towards the door without a second glance.
“Don’t pretend to leave, lost boy,” you said coldly.
Peter turned slowly back to you, and raised an eyebrow.
“What was that, love?”
“Don’t pretend like you’re going to leave,” you said, emphasizing each word slowly, a smile twitching at the corners of your mouth.
Peter vanished, reappearing inches outside the shower, a knowing smile on his cocky face as he searched your featured.
“I knew it, lost girl,” he teased, “You’re just like all of the boys, up in the head of yours, maybe you’re not so innocent after all.”
You couldn’t help but whimper. “I’m just a girl, no-”
Peter cut you off, a finger to your lips. “You are-” he paused, “you could be so much more, if only you’d let me show you.”
Your heart beat fast, your gaze flickering over his, testing him.
“Then show me.”
You yanked Peter into the shower, pulling you both under the hot water as one, his clothes vanishing as you did so.
Peter chuckled and slid his hands across your belly, standing behind you and pulling your back tight to his front in an embrace. His lips found your skin, where they littered prints down to your neck, and all the while, he moved his slender fingers in circles across your stomach. He bit at the flesh of your neck, and you clenched your teeth together, you could feel Peter growing restless behind you, for his voice was eager and impatient when he pulled back and spoke.
“Finish the song.”
You turned to face him, your round eyes meeting his. You backed him up against the shower wall, and stood with your body to his, moving his hands to the small of your back with an innocent smile. The tune fell from your lips, a low hum in the curtains of water,
‘But the sun is dark, and I know for sure,
That I want to be broken, so make me un-pure’
Peters eyes traveled down you, then back up. Without speaking, he arched your back, cascades of water pouring over your wet and tangled bodies. He gave one last smirk and a move of his hips.
There was a time when I was Alone. No where to go and no place to call home. My only friend was the man in the moon. And even sometimes he would go away too.
Then one night, as I closed my eyes I saw a shadow flying high. He came to me with the sweetest smile, told me he wanted to talk for awhile. He said… Peter Pan that’s what they call me, I promise that you’ll never be lonely and ever since that day…
I am a lost boy from Neverland. Usually hanging out with Peter Pan and when we’re bored we play in the Woods, always on the run from Captain Hook.
Run run lost boy, they say to me, away from all of reality. Neverland is home to lost boys like me and lost boys like me are free.
He sprinkled me in pixie dust and told me to believe, believe in him and believe in me.Together we will fly away in a cloud of green to your beautiful destiny.
As we soared above the town that never loved me, I realized I finally had a family.
Soon enough we reached Neverland. Peacefully my feet hit the sand and ever since that day…
I am a lost boy from Neverland. Usually hanging out with Peter Pan and when we’re bored we play in the Woods, always on the run from Captain Hook.
Run run lost boy, they say to me. Away from all of reality. Neverland is home to lost boys like me and lost boys like me are free.
Peter Pan, Tinker Bell, Wendy darlin, even Captain Hook you are my perfect story book. Neverland I love you so, you are now my home sweet home. Forever a lost boy at last.
Peter Pan, Tinker Bell, Wendy darlin, even Captain Hook you are my perfect story book. Neverland I love you so, you are now my home sweet home. Forever a lost boy at last… And for always I will say.
I am a lost boy from Neverland.
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan and when we’re bored we play in the Woods, always on the run from Captain Hook.
Run run lost boy, they say to me. Away from all of reality. Neverland is home to lost boys like me. And lost boys like me are free.
Neverland is home to lost boys like me and lost boys like me are free.
OMG OMG OMG loving your blog I was wondering if u could do peter pan smut were u really wanna get pan going to u start to flirt with Felix pan gets pissed and ties u up and fucks you hard core lots of foreplay please and thx 💋💋❤❤
Heyyy I absolutely looove you’re writing, could you do an imagine veeeryy roughh ass smut where pan is jealous at first, you can make you up any senario of that 😉 thank you!!!
Smut where Peter lies to you and you punish him by ignoring him all day but make it sexually frustrating for him by teasing him so that night she puts him in his place ;)
“Shh, shh,” you giggled and darted behind the flourishing tree, a finger to your lips as you signaled Felix to be quiet.
The footsteps you’d heard passed by, kicking up clouds of leaves in their noisy wake, and just missing you.
Felix grinned from behind the opposite tree.
“You almost got us caught you ass,” you said, poking out your tongue.
Felix grinned, his scar creasing, his goofy cheeks alight with round dimples.
“Why would it matter?” he said, shaking his shaggy blonde hair away from his eyes.
You pursed your lips, a hand on your hip when you spoke, “Because, Pan was being a dick and he doesn’t deserve our attention.”
Felix let his head rest against the bark of the scraggly tree as he listened.
You sighed and drooped your head, “Recently, he’s refused to let me be around the lost boys, and I don’t know why. He promised me I could join in on the fun again if I swore to be on my best behavior.”
“And what a good job of that you’re doing,” Felix chuckled.
“Oh shut up. Anyways, that’s the point, he was lying, and frankly I don’t know what I should’ve expected from him anyways. So, if he’s gonna sneak around behind my back, I’ll sneak around his, cause’ two can play at that game.”
Felix shifted his position, a whisper tumbling off his chapped lips, “And how do you plan on getting your revenge?”
You giggled, your fingers twirling a stray strand of your hair by your ear.
“I’m doing it right now babe, see, I’m with you.”
Felix raised his eyebrows curiously, “Yet I get the feeling you had something else in mind?”
A golden beam of light skipped through the green overgrowth, illuminating Felix’s features.
You pointed a toe forward, a grin tickling the corners of your mouth as you drew closer to Felix’s tall stature.
“Hm?” you sung out sweetly. “Maybe you’re right, maybe there was a reason he wanted me away from the lost boys.”
Your feet crunched over the withered dead leaves on the forest floor, and Felix’s eyes lit up in recognition. He gulped down the lump in his throat, but didn’t move, instead he let you come to him. His eyes flickered across your body, which seemed petite in comparison to his.
“Prove me right then,” he said, playing along, his fingers flicking through his shaggy hair.
You swaggered closer, your last step towards him becoming a leap as you bounded into his rock hard chest. The soft dirt swirled through the air as he caught you, both arms instinctively wrapping around your rounded hips. He bent down, his lips finding yours instantly. You brought your dirty fingernails to his chin, forcibly closing the tight gap between your mouths with a soft moan. You flicked your tongue against his chapped lips, tasting them before exploring his mouth a little with your tongue, but you soon found your way back to the outside of his mouth, where you nibbled and sucked until they were smooth against yours. Felix let out a low groan into your mouth, and you caught it between your lips. Your hands streaked through his tangled hair, clawing and combing with animal-like hunger as he hoisted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he held you firmly in his large hands, which both applied pressure to your bouncy bottom. You giggled with satisfaction and pulled away momentarily.
“I like this.”
Felix smiled, but only for a second, for his face quickly grew dark.
“I don’t,” you heard a voice say from behind your back.
Felix dropped you down to the forest floor, his eyes pulling away guiltily from yours.
“Pan,” you grumbled, facing the boy who stood back lazily against a nearby tree.
He stared straight into your eyes, green orbs reflecting the colors of the fresh forest leaves.
“Ugh,” you frowned, “Were you spying on us? Just..leave us be.”
“I won’t leave you be,” Pan said, and you were now aware that he was addressing you much more than he was Felix.
“What do you want?” you said ignoring him.
Pan’s face tightened, his eyes now moving to Felix’s.
“I want you to leave,” he said to Felix. “I need to have a word alone with (Y/N).”
Felix opened his mouth and stuttered, “Look, don’t make this about her, I-”
“Now,” Pan repeated firmly.
Felix didn’t even throw you a second glance as he darted out of sight.
“Good,” you said sarcastically, “Great, there goes my fun.”
Peter’s nostrils flared in warning, “You think that’s fun, do you?”
You smiled angrily, eyes narrowing, “If it means that you would lay off me for even two fucking minutes then yes, it is.”
Peter’s cheeks grew warm as he retorted, “What’s this attitude about?”
“It’s about the fact that you won’t leave me alone, and that you lied to me.”
“I only lied to you to stop this precise thing from happening.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because I hate seeing you like that.”
“The lost boys, or…Felix.”
“You infuriate me.”
The tension between your bodies strung thick in the air, and your breathing was slightly heavy from snapping back at Peter so quickly.
“You think that meant something?” You murmured, referring to Felix.
“It sure looked like it,” Peter said, his voice hoarse.
“You’re stupidity drives me insane.”
“Huh?” Peter questioned, his anger receding.
“I just wanted to prove a point. If you don’t want me toying with the lost boys than that’s fine, but it’s not them you should be worried about, it’s you.”
Peter pursed his lips an eyebrow raised.
You smiled, “Your cute when your jealous, you know that?”
Peter remained still.
“The other lost boys,” you began, “Meh, they’re fun, but I can’t stand it when you isolate me and ignore me.”
“Because?” he asked.
“Because I’d never let their hands go to far, that’s just for you,” you chuckled lightly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
A small grin grew on Peter’s lips.
You walked over to him and inhaled his foresty scent, bringing your lips inches from his. He bent over you, lips barely brushing yours before you sent a quick slap to his cheek.
His eyebrows furrowed, a startled gasp emitting from his lips.
“That was for being such a dick.”
You turned to walk away but he grabbed you hips first, and when you blinked you were no longer outside, but instead in Peter’s cozy hideaway room.
The candles around the room cast a faint glow through the room, and the shadows flickered steadily across the dark wooden floorboards. A large bed sat in the middle of the room, draped in silky white sheets which you were instantly thrown upon.
“Agh-” you started, falling face first into the fluffy pillows.
Peter slinked over your form, ready to bound you to the bed, but you grabbed him by the hips, seizing the rope from his hands and tying him up to the bed yourself.
His shimmering eyes stared into yours curiously, watching your every move as you ripped down every piece of clothing on his body and your own.
You trailed kisses across every inch of his skin you could reach until you found his perky shaft, which bounced up in your soft hands. You gripped your two hands around the base and dipped his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around to the beat of Peter’s muffled groans. You pecked little kisses on the top, about to push more in but instead deciding you’d prefer to tease him further. Peter tried to protest, wanting more, but you simply sat back and watched him with a small smile. You crawled over the top of his rippled chest and used it as a surface to sit on as you spread your legs wide open so that Peter could see but not touch. You smirked and licked two of your fingers before plunging them straight towards your core, dipping them in and out over and over, your eyelids slamming closed as shrill little moans fell from your lips. Peter growled, infuriated, his eyes ravenous as he watched you please yourself. You continued until a thick wave of your juices spilled across his chest, covering his smooth skin, but you didn’t clean up, and simply blinked innocently at Peter, licking your fingers clean with a loud slurp.
“I’d share but unfortunately that wouldn’t be much of a punishment, would it?”
Peter gasped, his hands tugging at the ropes that bound him, and you saw them loosen but didn’t stop him.
You jumped back over his shaft, dipping the whole thing down your throat and pumping him until the ropes were ripped free, and his moans came loud and clear as he spat out the gag.
Peter chucked you underneath him, making up for lost time as he chewed at your skin until it was raw, biting and kissing at your jaw, behind your ear, and down your stomach.
You moaned in pleasure, biting hard on your lower lip when his mouth found your breathing heat.
He dipped his tongue into your hole, his hands pounding at your ass cheeks with each movement of his tongue.
You didn’t know if you should scream from pleasure or pain, so you did both, your mangled cries coming loud as Peter pounded and sucked through wave after wave of your juices, his tongue swirling around continuously for what felt like eternity.
Before it had started it was over, and he instead substituted his tongue for his length, which he kept still momentarily.
“Don’t…tease me,” he growled between his clenched teeth.
“You deserved i-” you started, but your words never finished leaving your lips, for his length had entered you. Your toes curled, your fingernails clenched on his hips as he bobbed over you, dipping in and out of you to the thrum of your pleas for more. He moved faster, dipping closer to your core, his breath coming thick and heavy, sweat dripping from his forehead, eyes shut as he gasped and slammed his hips against yours roughly. A loud profanity echoed through the small room as he twitched inside of your tight body, coming down a final time, Your teeth bit at his skin roughly as you tried desperately to keep a grip on yourself, but it was no use, your come and his mingled, flowing out across your bodies and staining the silky sheets. Peter rolled over, his brown ruffled hair plastered to his forehead.
You lay there for a while, a withered mess, tears at your eyes from the intensity of Peter’s force.
“(Y/N)” Peter cooed and climbed back over you.
“N-” you began, too exhausted for more.
Peter saw your tired body and crawled down to your lap, where he cleaned up the mess he’d left with little kitten licks. When he was done, he stretched back towards you, his slender form curving around you as he pulled you close into an embrace, his lips finding the crook of your neck.
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