Tricky Little Lost Girl (Peter Pan x Reader)
Warning: A lil’ sexual… not too bad
You had a knack for making boys fall for you. Even the trickiest of players couldn’t stop themselves from wanting you. Many nights were spent pleasing yourself with a boy and then leaving without a trace before they woke up the next, leaving them to wonder if it was all just a fantastic dream.
You had plans for the new boy at school. You set out your best outfit to put on when you woke up. But you didn’t wake up in your room. You woke up on an island.
You scrambled to your feet and looked around. You were on a white, sandy beach. About twenty strides away was a thick forest. You turned around and gazed at the ocean.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” a voice said. You spun around and punched whoever spoke.
“Who are you?” you demanded. The boy chuckled, rubbing where you punched him.
“I’m Peter Pan, darling,” he said. You narrowed your eyes and spun him around, forcing him onto a rock, trapping him. (You’re such a badass! Go you)
“Listen here boy,” you growled. “I’m not going to play games with you. Tell me who you are and where I am. NOW!” Pan smirked, finding him extremely turned on by your aggressiveness.
“Oh, but I’m telling the truth,” he said. “I’m Peter Pan. And this,” he gestured around him, “is Neverland.”
In the few months that you had been on Neverland, you learned to love it. You were just like any other Lost Boy. The boys treated you the same as they would with a boy. You appreciated that.
You thought about doing what you did best with the boys, but figured it’d be the most fun to mess with the man himself, Peter Pan.
“(Y/n)!” Pan called out. He needed you to do something for him. You emerged from behind a tree, your (h/l) (h/c) hair dripping with water. You bit your lip and looked at him with your beautiful (e/c) eyes. Pan just stared at you in awe.
“Yes, Peter?” you said, daring to call him by his first name. He didn’t correct you, finding it sexy, wishing you were screaming it.
“I need you to, uh…” he said snapping back into reality. ‘Climb into my bed,’ he thought before telling you what he needed from you.
“Of course,” you said before turning away to do what he asked.
Pan couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted you. He needed you. He was far past the point of being ashamed for falling this hard for you. He walked outside.
“(Y/n)!” Pan called. You looked at him. “Meet me in my tree house. I need to talk to you about something.” All the other boys gasped and gave you a sorry look. You simply smiled, knowing exactly what he wanted to 'talk’ to you about.
“You called, Peter?” you said entering his treehouse. The boy wasted no time: he grabbed you and smashed his lips against yours.
Part Two??? (Will be smut)