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Calum yawned as he stretched his arms above his head, eyes glancing down to look at his phone, only just realizing that it was three am and he’d been working on this damn paper for the better half of four hours. He groaned as his joints protested after being in the same position for so long, his movements slightly wobbly as he stood up from his desk chair. The paper was due the morning after tomorrow and he knew that he had to get it done, but maybe a ten minute coffee break wouldn’t hurt.
Slipping out of his bedroom he made his way through the living room and into the kitchen, switching on the light as he moved towards the fridge. After grabbing out the milk bottle he turned towards the cupboard that housed all the mugs, jumping in fright when he realized he wasn’t the only one in the kitchen. “Who the fuck are you?” He blurted out, his eyes wide as he looked at you. “Y/n,” You replied, continuing to swing your legs back and forth from your position on top of the bench. “Calum right?”
A crease formed between Calum’s eyebrows as he struggled to think of whether he knew you or not, his eyes raking over your form. Your hair was pulled up into a bun on top of your head and the only thing he could see you wearing was one of his roommate Michael’s band shirts; something that made the heat crawl over the back of Calum’s neck. “You didn’t really answer my question,” Calum stuttered after a minute, grabbing a mug from the cupboard to continue making his coffee. “Michael’s friend,” You answered. “Would’ve thought that was pretty self explanatory.” You were playing with the hem of the shirt and Calum was having a hard time keeping his eyes away from your bare thighs; not that you seemed particularly fazed by it either way. “I’ve never seen you before.” “Not really ever here in daylight hours.”
You shrugged and Calum suddenly realized what you meant by that, his stomach sinking slightly as he wondered why Michael had never said anything. How many times had you been there in the room across the hall and he’d never noticed?
“So why are you up at three am anyway?” You asked, hopping off the bench and moving to stand next to him, leaning against the counter as he dumped a few teaspoons of sugar into his mug. “I have a paper due the day after tomorrow, haven’t finished it yet.” “What’s it on?” “Uh, that Shakespeare play…” Calum paused as he thought about the name. “Macbeth.” “Oh,” You smiled at him playfully. “Let not light see my black and deep desires.” “Is that - is that from the play?” “You mean you didn’t read it?” “As if any normal person could,” Calum argued. “There are way too many ‘thous’ in there.” You giggled, shaking your head slightly. “I’ll help you if you like?” “Really?” “Sure,” You replied. “What else have I got to do at three o’clock in the morning?”
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Warning: OOC(out of character), LONG & SMUTTY (LIKE IT’S ABOUT TO GET HOT IN HERE) Not all that good at smut so bare with me here…
NOTE~ This is NOT the last part, only two more to GO my lovelies! 600+ followers, and THANK YOU to all who have loved this series so far, you’re gorgeous!
Two days later…
After the little episode on Monday, things around the school have been a little…tense. A lot more people started talking to you, girls who also have been under Pan’s spell showing sympathy towards you, befriending you in the process. But…you couldn’t help but feel like something was missing.
Maybe because it’s not something, but someone. Peter hasn’t been at school since Monday, and neither Thomas, Newt, or Felix have had any contact with him. It was starting to worry the three boys about their friend. You, deep down inside, felt a tang of guilt. Henry told you not to do that to yourself, that none of what went down was your fault, and you believed him. It’s just…the way Pan looked at you after you said you hated him…there was a pained look in his forest green eyes that was burned into your mind, every time you closed your eyes.
When you told your mom about what happened, she was actually proud of you for showing that boy who he was messing with. But, you didn’t feel all that proud. What if Pan…actually cared? What if he-
“We need to talk, love.” You heard the thick, British accent, making your heart skip a beat. But, when you turned around, you were a bit disappointed that it was just Newt. Thomas and Felix not far behind.
“Do you guys ever separate?” You rolled your eyes, taking your attention back to your locker. “How’s your jaw, Thomas?”
You heard him grumble in response, bringing a playful smirk upon your face.
“Listen, it’s about Pan.” You stiffened at the sound of his name, gripping your locker door tightly. “We need your help. He won’t answer our calls-”
“That is not my problem,” slamming your locker closed, you picked up your stuff, ready to leave. But, Newt was quick to trap you, both of his hands by your head, trapping you in between his arms, staring directly into your eyes.
“You don’t understand, Y/n. Peter Pan loves you. And we, his friends, took you away from him. You have to understand that those videos were made before he realized his feelings for you, hell, he was going to confess on Monday.”
“Peter Pan doesn’t love. He told me himself.” You refused to reason, why should you trust his words?
“Well, maybe he needed the right girl to show him that he’s wrong. You didn’t see the way he looked at you at the party last Friday, or the way he talked about you to us. The only time we’ve seen such love in his eyes was when…”
“When what?” You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. Even looking back at Thomas and Felix, both of their facial expressions changed. Newt sighed, moving his arms away from you.
“Just…please, love. I’m begging you, I will get on my knees. Just, please talk to Pan. It may not seem like it now, but we really do care about him. And if you’re the only person he’ll talk to, then you’re our only option. Please.”
You adjusted your hold on your backpack, looking around the hallway, and then back at Newt. With a slight nod, you agreed. “Okay.”
“Good, I’ll take you to his home.” Newt took your bag and gave it to Thomas, heading for the exit.
“But wait! What about class, I can’t just skip!” You called to him, making sure not to be too loud in case there are teachers near by.
“We’ll cover for you. Say that you got a stomach ache or something, and Newt took you to the nurse. Surprisingly, we’ve got your back Y/n. It is the least we could do.” Felix bumped Thomas on his shoulder, making him nod in agreement.
“I may not like the thought of my best friend dating a prude,” Thomas said, getting you to roll your eyes. “But..it’s better than not having a best friend at all.”
Riding on Newt’s motorcycle, you clung onto him for dear life, him letting you wear his helmet. Once you’ve arrived at Pan’s house, you saw how…clean and pure it looked. How could a boy like Peter Pan come from such a nice looking home. When Newt came to a stop, you were quick to get off, happy to be back on the ground.
“Strong grip you’ve got there, love,” Newt joked, taking the helmet off your head. “Well. Here we are.”
“This is his house?” You gasped at the sight, Newt watching you gape at it’s size.
“Yeah. Amazing, isn’t it?” He sarcastically remarked, putting his helmet on his head. “Good luck, Y/n. I’m counting on you.” And with that last bit of encouragement, he was off, leaving you to stare at the house before you.
Shaking yourself out of your daze, you walked up to the porch, staring at the neatly painted double doors, that had a logo, which read, “Mrs. Darling’s Home for Boys”. With a hesitant knock, the sound of a dog echoed throughout the house, making you jump slightly.
“Coming!” You heard the chirpof a young voice. That said person opened the door, looking down, you see a small boy, about the age of six, staring up at you with big blue eyes. “Hello,” he smiled.
You gently smiled back, kneeling down to the boy’s height. “Hello there, what’s your name?”
“M-my name is James,” He bashfully replied. “You’re really pretty.” He blushed, swinging back and forth on his heels, making you chuckle.
“Well, James, I’m Y/n. I’m looking for-”
“James! How many times have I told you to stay away from the door?” The familiar voice came from behind the little boy, now standing by the door. When you looked up, you made eye contact. “Y-Y/n?”
“Pet-…Pan.” You caught yourself, standing to your feet. “Uhm…may I come in?”
He started at you, mouth opened. Clearing his throat, he moved out of the way, allowing you entrance. Once you were inside, you saw a lot of boys playing around, or just hanging out with one another. Some young of age, some looking like they were starting their teenage years.
“This way,” He gestured to upstairs, which you followed instruction. When you climbed the stairs, you saw many bedroom doors, and more boys upstairs like it was downstairs, all seeming to be playing around and goofing off. Opening the first door to the left, Pan walked in, waiting for you to do the same.
You entered what you assumed was his room, sitting on the bed as he closed the door. After it was closed, he locked it, making it so you were not disturbed. “What the hell are you doing here?” He broke the silence, but his back was turned towards you.
“I-I…why weren’t you at school?” You answered his question with a question, getting a scoff in return.
“And you care because?” He occupied himself with things around his room, making it his mission not to make eye contact with you.
“Oh so NOW I’m Peter? What happened to Pan a second ago, hm?” He finally turned around, showing you his eyes clearly. They were bloodshot, and bags were under them, telling you how much sleep he hasn’t been getting the past couple of days.
With a sigh, you stand from the bed, walking over to him. “Peter…I’m so-”
“No, don’t give me that! I don’t want your apologies, Y/n! You have nothing to apologize for! I’m the one who lied, I’m the one who sleeps with girls and takes advantage of them, because you know why? To feed my ego! And yet here you are, showing up unannounced, and apologizing to me!” He gripped your shoulders, shaking you a little bit. “Why are you so forgiving and trusting?”
To say you were shocked at his sudden outburst was an understatement. But, you understood why. He looked like he’s been in bed the past two days, and his room smelled like it as well. He was a wreck…all because of you.
You reached up, gently placing both of your hands on his face, only for him to jerk away, and move across the room, away from you. “Don’t do that. Stop playing with my emotions, Y/n! First you trust me, get me to love you, and then you break my heart and make me look weak in front of EVERYBODY! This is exactly why I don’t love! It hurts people, it bloody hurts!”
“I had the nerve to even think that maybe you would feel the same way, but boy was I wrong! You clearly made it clear that you despised me from day one, but did that stop me? No!”
“But, why can’t I quit you? Why can’t I just move on to some other bitch that would be head over heels in dropping her panties for me? Because every bloody time I close my eyes, all I can see is the hurt and sadness illuminating off your beautiful face! A girl like you should never cry, and I was the one that caused your tears! You’re right about me, Y/n, everything about my existence is worthless now! What good can I do, when all I know is bad?”
“PETER!” You shouted over him, getting him to finally come to a stop. “Breathe. Please, just breathe.” You calmly stated.
He didn’t even realize he was crying until he sat to take a breath, feeling the liquid fall from his chin, and onto his hand. Sniffling, he wiped his eyes, holding his face in his hands.
“Where is all this emotion coming from all of the sudden?” You whispered, but felt like you already knew the answer, sitting down next to him.
“Don’t you see? I’m in love with you. And I can’t stop, even if I wanted to, Y/n. I love you.” He turned his head, looking deeply into your eyes.
You couldn’t hold his stare for long, as you looked down at your hands. “I know…”
“You know? Is that it?” Peter frowned, his voice cracking in disappointment.
“Peter…what do you want me to say? That I love you back? Like I said when I said I didn’t hate you. I don’t know you well enough to. And neither do you for me. I…like you, a lot. I’ll start there. But, love is something you build overtime. Not in a week. Please understand?”
Peter took in a deep breath through his nose, staring at your hands. Hesitantly, he intertwined your fingers with his, smiling softly down at the ring that still shined on your finger. “I’m willing to wait.”
“I’m…willing to wait. Then let us build the likeness we hold for each other, so that it can grow into something more. I..I want to love you, Y/n. Even if marriage is something I have to consider in the future, then so be it.”
“Peter…w-what about your reputation, a-and your friends?”
“They’re not my friends if they can’t be happy for me, are they?” He grinned softly, rubbing the pad of his thumb over your knuckle, placing a soft kiss on it. “I’m willing to try. What about you, love?”
You looked at the brunette before you, seeing the light in his eyes as he looked at you, the same charming smile was back to greet you, making your own smile form, blush soon to follow. “I believe in second chances, I suppose.”
With that said, Peter connected your lips in a soft embrace, one hand holding your cheek, while the other held his weight on the bed. Pulling away slightly, he stared down at your lips, smiling softly. “Can I…make love to you, Y/n?”
Just that one sentence was enough to light your whole face up like a Christmas tree. Staring up at him in disbelief, you were lost for words. Blinking a couple of times, you finally found your voice. “P-Peter…I told you, I-”
“No, no, sweetheart. A different kind of love. You don’t have to do anything, I do all the work, and you’re virginity still belongs to you. Trust me, you’ll love it.”
“I-I…I don’t know…” You blushed, watching as he slowly laid you down onto the bed, pulling you downward so that way your legs dangled off the edge of the bed.
“Just trust me, love.” His kissed your forehead, down to you nose. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” Kiss to both of your cheeks, “You are completely in control, just tell me when to stop.” He pecked your lips gently, relaxing you just a little bit.
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Peter went lower, placing pecks on your jaw, all the way down your neck, then back up. Repeating this action twice, he kissed a little harder on a certain spot, get a tiny sound out of you. Once he heard your reaction, he stayed on that spot, this time suckling and biting; marking his territory
You gasped at the feeling, as a reflex you shot your hands into his hair, pulling on the strands. He groaned softly in your ear, an unholy sound it was, but you wanted to hear more.
Once he was satisfied, he pulled away slightly to admire his work, blowing cold air on the spot. You whimpered, getting a deep chuckle to erupt from his chest, as he pecked your lips once more. Peter’s hands slowly made their way up your shirt, feeling every curve, every bump, every little scar, but he wanted to see, not feel. He needed to. Lifting your shirt up slowly, showing the flesh of your stomach, he stopped there, looking into your eyes for approval.
“We don’t have to, love…” He whispered, but you shook your head.
“I trust you.” You assured him, getting a slight nod in understanding.
He lifted it far up to where the cups of your dark green bra showed, getting a small smirk from the boy. His eyes flickered from yours, and back to your bra, as he slowly licked his lips. “You are such a tease, you know that?”
“You say that like I planned this,” You bit your lip, looking anywhere but him.
“Would you believe me if I said I dreamed for this to happen?” He placed long, soft kisses on the tops of your breasts, his large hands cupping each one, a soft moan he earned from the action. Sucking the skin on your left one had you squirming just a bit, you’ve never felt anything like this before, and your were sure that there was much more to come. To him, this was nothing. To you, this was everything.
Moving downward, kissing and nipping at the skin on the way, he had made it to your navel, placing a slightly wet kiss on the spot, your stomach clenching up. Peter looked up at you with hooded eyes, as they clouded over with lust, and love all mixed together. He didn’t mind taking it slow for you, all he wanted to do was please you, and if just his simple kisses were doing that, he was content. He slowly, so he wouldn’t freak you out, started to pull down your skirt, he felt your breathing start to speed up, so he stopped midway, placing a light kiss on your hipbone.
“Are you alright?”
“J-Just a little…scared…I’ve never shown…I-I-[Gasp]” Your breath hitched into your throat, stopping you from speaking.
He placed one digit over your clothed heat, rubbing small circles over your bundle of nerves. An unfamiliar sensation started to build up in your lower abdomen, and for a moment you felt yourself dampen. It was something like you’ve never even felt before, sure the idea of doing this yourself crossed your mind, but you never dared to try.
“How does it feel?” He asks, giving more pressure to his rubbing. Your legs twitched, small whimpers escaping as you took in the new feeling he was giving you. “Tell me, love.”
“I-I…I don’t know, it…ah,” You moaned softly, as he started to speed up, the friction driving you crazy. You could barely think straight, as you gripped his sheets with all your might, your breathing rapid, your face flushed.
He suddenly stopped, making you whine in protest, but were soon rewarded when he stuck the single digit inside your underwear, now having skin to skin contact. The sudden action made you clamp your legs shut, biting your lip hard, the dampening in your underwear getting worse.
“[Chuckle] Now, love, you gotta open up for me. Come on, you can do it. Remember, trust me.” He rubbed up and down your smooth leg, trying to relax you a little more. Taking a deep breath, you started to open your legs back up, a loud moan leaving your mouth as he started up again at a fast pace, biting his lip to keep from groaning at the sight before him. A wet spot was visible on your underwear, just begging for his attention.
He couldn’t take it any longer. Sure, he was all about the foreplay, but right now, all he could think about was having you right there, on his bed. It’s what he has been thinking about for the past week, and now he was not about to waste anymore time.
“Okay, sweetheart. This will feel a little weird at first, but don’t worry. You’ll get used to it. Now…are you sure about this?” He slowed down his movement on your jewel, making your head spin with frustration.
“Y-yes, Peter, yes..!” You whined, throwing your head back onto his bed, gripping the sheets even tighter, eyes watering in anticipation.
That was all he needed to hear, as he ripped off your underwear, exposing yourself to him, finally. In all his life, he has never seen anything so beautiful, no matter how bizarre that may sound, you were gorgeous. Not even hesitating, he kissed the inside of your thigh, savoring the sounds that he earned. Looking up at you one last time, he rested both of his hands on each thigh, spreading you just a little farther. He leaned down, placing the gentlest kiss he could onto your heat, getting a jolt of pleasure to shoot through your body.
“What ever you want, my queen,” He muttered as he finally put his skilled tongue to work, spelling out his name as he did so. The moans that you let out were forbidden, something that you were to save for your significant other. But, in this moment you were in, you could care less, only focusing on the pleasure Peter was giving to you.
He pulled away slightly, placing kisses onto the spots he either missed or felt like needed more attention. Lifting himself up so that his face leveled with yours, he stared down at you, a couple of his fingers teasing your entrance.
“Y/n, baby, look at me,” He purred, grabbing your attention. He licked his lips, the taste of you still upon them, as he entered one finger inside of you slowly. You yelped slightly in pain, making him halt any movements. “I know, I know…I’m sorry, love, it’ll get better, I promise.” He softly pecked your lips, thrusting the single digit in and out in a very slow pace, practically groaning at how tight you were around just the one finger.
You breathed in and out, the pain started to go away, being replaced with pleasure. Soft moans flooded out of your mouth, Peter was quick to swallow them, as he connected your lips into a rough embrace, as he speeds up his thrusts, making sure to curl them upward. You gripped the sides of his neck, playing with the hairs at the base of his neck, concentrating on both the kiss and his magical hands.
“Love…I’m going to add one more…you think you can handle it?” You were quick to nod, unable to form any words. He quickly kisses you to distract you from the pain, continuing to thrust at a fast rate, sending tingles through your whole entire body.
You thought the feeling of two digits couldn’t get any better, but once he used his thumb to rub hard circles on your clit, you started to see stars. Again, Peter swallowed your moans in a kiss so that none of the boys outside the door could hear you, still thrusting in and out to milk your orgasm for as long as he could.
You gasped as you felt yourself get yanked forward along the bike path, the tight hold you had on your puppy’s leash doing nothing to contain the excitement of the chocolate Labrador. It was the first nice day out of a week of rain and all she wanted to do was play.
“Sophie, heel!” She didn’t listen as she continued to pull you along, her tongue flopping out of the side of her mouth with the exertion. You sighed, deciding that at least if she kept this pace up she’d tire herself out faster.
Your runners slapped against the concrete as you walked with her, her tail wagging enthusiastically at anyone that looked at her. She was an attention seeker, under the impression that anyone that walked past her would love her; of course, most of the time that was true. She was as friendly as she was big.
Up ahead you could hear shouting and laughing, a group of boys running around on the small patch of grass with a soccer ball. You held Sophie’s leash a little tighter but it was no use, she was gone, sprinting straight towards them. The leash was pulled from your hand and you almost fell straight on your knees. “Sophie!” You called. “Dammit.” She was barreling straight towards the ball and the boy that currently had said ball between his legs.
Your eyes widened as you watched her bowl him over, running circles around him as soon as he was on the ground. You picked up your pace, grabbing Sophie’s collar the minute you reached them. “I’m so sorry,” You sputtered, trying to catch your breath. “She’s full of pent up energy from the rain keeping her home and she’s a lot stronger than she looks, I’m really sorry. Are you hurt?” The guy grabbed your offered hand to help himself up, one of his hands moving back through his dark hair as he smiled at you. “It’s fine,” He said, tone light and friendly. “She just wanted to play that’s all.” He bent himself back down to rub behind Sophie’s ears, laughing when she rolled herself onto her back. “You could say that again,” You huffed. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much,” The guy continued, paying close attention to his new friend. “Luke and Ash needed all the help they could get.” You heard a chorus of offended ‘hey’s’ coming from the boys that were obviously his friends. “I’m Calum.”
You smiled at him. “Y/n,” You replied, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “And this is Sophie.” “Well, it’s really nice to meet you both.”