peter-panouat-imagines:

(Heavy smut)

I was sleeping peacefully one night when I was awoken by the tune of lilting flute music. I felt the urge to look out my window and when I did, I saw tens of boys walking, as though in a daze, towards the direction of the woods. I felt the pull too. It was as though something were commanding me to walk into the woods and just disappear.

I had to follow the music.

Without thinking twice and without looking back, I took my patched cloak off the hook by the cottage door and tied it around my shoulders, flipping the hood up to protect against the cold.

I didn’t spare a thought for my grandmother and sister, Red, who I was leaving behind. They never paid that much attention to me anyway. Granny was getting old and didn’t do much besides her knitting and Red was always out with that boyfriend of hers. Red can always keep Granny company. They probably won’t even miss me.

I was out the door within a few seconds and following the boys who had just passed in front of our cottage. The music played louder, still and I felt more under its spell, the closer I got.

Once we reached the woods, I saw where the music was coming from:

A boy wearing a green cape with chestnut brown hair and green eyes was playing a pan flute by a small fire. The boys who reached him first, switched direction and began to dance around the fire. Once we all reached him, I, too, could feel the desire to dance around the fire.

But before I could-

We all blacked out.

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When I woke, I was on a leafy ground. Surrounded by several unconscious bodies. All boys, I noted. Then I noticed: this wasn’t where I passed out.

This was somewhere else entirely. I blinked a few times to make sure I wasn’t seeing things, but no. I was definitely in some kind of jungle. Some kind of jungle that doesn’t allow girls. The area around me was presumably some sort of camp, with tents (varying in size) erected and a spot for a campfire, surrounded by logs. At the edge, there were what looked like cages hanging from tree branches with a network of pulleys to lower them.

Some of the boys around me began to stir and I quickly, tied my hair behind my head using a piece of cloth I keep wrapped around my wrist and pulled my hood lower to hide my face.

I saw the shoes of someone coming out of a tent a few metres away and coming to a stop before us.

“Welcome to Neverland,” he drawled.

I dared to look up, cautiously and found that the person who spoke was a tall blond boy with black feathers entwined in his slightly shaggy hair. He also held a formidable looking wooden club over his shoulder.

“W-what’s going on?” someone behind me asked.

“You’ve been recruited,” the blond boy announced. “You are all now part of the lost boys.”

I frowned. Lost boys?

More footsteps approached as more boys, toting swords, knives and bows came to meet us from a trail the other side of camp, led by the brown haired boy I’d seen playing the pipes.

“Boys,” he said, regarding us, “I see you’ve met Felix.”

Well, now I know the blond boy’s name.

“I’m Peter Pan and these are the lost boys. Make friends, you’re going to be here for the rest of your lives.”

What!?

My heart started hammering. This was a mistake! I don’t want to be here forever. Stuck in a jungle with boys and – too much testosterone!

Peter Pan flicked his wrist lazily and several tents magically appeared next to the ones previously existing.

“Pick a tent, get your bearings. There’s a celebration in an hour.”

With that, he and stalked away while the rest of the lost boys came over and started talking to us.

Immediately, to avoid detection, I sped away from them, into a tent. I shut the flap behind me and sat down on the dirty ground.

What have I done? I need to get back home, To Granny and Red and our cottage. Why did I ever leave the house?

The boys here must be violent, why else would they have so many weapons?

This was all too much. I tried to calm my breathing as I picked myself up off the floor and sat on the edge of the bed that was positioned in the corner of the tent, next to a dresser.

I put my head in my hands and wished I could just disappear.

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At some point I must have fallen asleep because I was rudely awoken (again) when a boy ripped open the opening to the tent and announced that the ‘celebration’ was about to begin.

I coughed to clear my throat and said in the deepest voice I could, “I don’t think I want to join.”

“It’s not optional.”

“I said no.“

At this, the boy stalked over, and grabbed my bicep, yanking me to my feet and shoving me out the tent.

I joined the boys sitting around the now roaring fire. The stars were out, lighting up the dark sky. I kept my head angled down so no one could see my face. More and more boys joined until there were at least 40 of them milling about. Finally: Pan raised his pan flute above his head and yelled, “to our new lost boys!” He raised the flute to his lips and started playing.

The music entered my ears and filled my head, clouding my thoughts and reason. I stood up with the others and danced and jumped around the fire. Turning, leaping, my mind told me only to move energetically, violently.

Until: My hood fell down, revealing my face. The music stopped. I froze. Everyone froze.

Pan stared at me for a second before putting down the pan flute and standing up. He seemed to be making a decision for a moment, then said, “seize her.” My brain kicked in again, telling me to run. So I did. I shot past the boys who were still standing still as though struck dumb. I crashed through the jungle, but I didn’t know my way.

Where to go. My heart was in my head when I heard the footfalls of the boys chasing me. I looked over my shoulder to see them close behind me. As I did so, I wasn’t looking where I was going and I tripped over a tree root, mentally cursing myself.

Before I had a chance to get back up, someone pulled me up by the neck of my cloak. My arms were grabbed and held behind my back to prevent me struggling. I was brought back to the camp where there were a few boys who hadn’t bothered to chase me. Maybe the new ‘recruits’. And Pan.

Whoever was holding my arms threw me at his feet. I got a face full of dirt and I tried to push myself off the ground but a boot pushing into my back sent me back down. I huffed in frustration and annoyance. I felt the cloth being pulled from my (h/c), causing it to fall down around my shoulders. Pan’s boot was removed from my back and I was shoved back upright. He stood over me with his arms crossed.

“What’s your name?”

“(Y-Y/N)” I stuttered.

“How did you get here?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I – just – with the other… boys.”

He waved his hand and he teleported us in a green cloud of smoke. When the smoke cleared, we were in another part of the jungle.

“It’s been a long time since there’s been a girl on the island,” he said, advancing on me, causing me to walk backwards until my back hit a tree.

“What happened to the last girl?” I asked timidly.

“I killed her,” he said with an evil smirk.

“Girls are weak, pathetic creatures.” Instinctively, in hope to cause him enough pain to get away, I slapped his face but he didn’t even flinch. In fact, he smiled.

“You’ve got fire. I like fire.”

My brows furrowed. “What?”

“And that fire just saved your life, love.”

I hadn’t even processed those words by thr time that his lips had captured mine. I gasped involuntarily and he took that as an opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. I don’t know much about kissing besides what I’d witnessed of Red and her boyfriend, but I could tell that Pan was great at it. His tongue played with mine, battling for dominance. He quickly won.

He put his hands behind my thighs and whispered, “jump”. Without even considering that I’d been scared for my life just a few minutes ago, I obeyed. He held under my legs which were wrapped around his waist while my back was pressed against the tree while he moved from kissing my lips to my jawbone and down my neck to my shoulder, definitely leaving marks.

Suddenly, and without warning, he teleported us again and we were in a tent – much bigger than the one I was in before. It must be Pan’s tent. He untied my cloak and lowered me onto his bed.

“Are you ready for this, love?” He asked, already pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his perfectly sculpted abs.

“I – I’ve never…”

“Shh” he crawled over the top of me, pushing me down, gently. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle. I promise.”

He continued to kiss me hungrily, up and down my neck and shoulders until he’d had enough and started unbuttoning my shirt. I let him take it off and he moved to my pants, sliding them down my legs, leaving me in just my underwear. He licked his lips and went to remove my bra. I pushed his hands away. He tilted his head.

“You don’t want to do this?”

“No I do!” I was hungry for him, just: “no one’s ever…”

“Relax, you’re beautiful,” he reassured, unclasping my bra and throwing it to the ground. I covered my chest with my arms, blushing madly but he moved my arms to my sides before teasing my nipples. He sucked on one while working at the other with his hand before switching. He started kissing lower and lower until he reached my panties.

He looked into my eyes, slowly pulling them down as he gave me time to react and tell him to stop. But I didn’t. He pulled them off and planted kisses on the inside of my thighs. He moved closer and closer to my core until he finally reached where I needed him most. I was hot and aroused and he knew it from the wetness between my legs. He licked a stripe over my core once then darted his tongue in, swirling it. I moaned, my fingers going into his hair and tugging gently. I moaned louder by the second, my back arching off the bed.

“Moan for me, slut. Let everyone know who’s making you feel good.”

“Ughh Peter!”

“Louder,” he commanded, flicking his tongue over my clit. He continued at this while he inserted a finger and started pumping causing me to cry out in surprise. Then he added another. And another. The knot in my stomach built, and I could feel myself about to come undone.

“Peter! I’m going to cum.” He continued his assault, faster and rougher, meaning I yelled and moaned louder and I’m pretty sure the whole camp could hear but I don’t care. Just as I was about to cum, he stopped. I wimpered but he undid his pants and pulled down his boxers, releasing his hard member. My eyes widened at the size of him and he laughed at my innocence.

“You know I said I would be gentle?” He whispered in my ear, positioning himself at my entrance.

“Yeah?”

“I lied.”

He slammed himself into me, breaking my virgin walls.

He fucked me hard and I cried out ,”oh god, Peter! Oh god, right there. Right there, Peter.” The pain turned to pleasure as he hit my g-spot with every thrust and I bucked my hips to meet his thrusts. The feeling came back of needing to cum as he sped up and I used what little strength I had to flip us over so I was riding on him. I was in control.

“Ah – I’m going to cum,” he moaned.

“Me too,” I said, just as we came undone together. His thrusts grew sloppy as I rode out our high. I got off him and rolled to lie next to him. We lay there for a few minutes until he got up. He went to get his clothes but I stopped him. “Wait,” I said. “You’ve pleased me, now I get to please you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What you mean?”

“I’ll blow you.”

I’d accidentally walked in on Red doing this to her boyfriend before. Peter was still confused. I guess no one’s ever done it to him.

I smirked in what I hoped was a seductive way and kneeled in front of him. I took his member in my hand and started pumping it, then swirled my tongue around the tip, teasing him, then putting as much as I could into my mouth. I bobbed my head as Peter finally started to understand. I used to my hand to pump what I couldn’t fit in my mouth as I bobbed my head.

Peter pulled my hair into a make-shift ponytail behind my head as he threw his head back and thrusted his hips to meet my rhymn making me gag. What started as me intending to pleasure him, ended with him fucking my face as I used my free hand to massage his balls. He sucked in a breath as he threw his head back and moaned.

“Y/N, you’ll be the death of me.” He came in hot spurts in my mouth. “Swallow it, slut.” After he finished, he dressed himself and I pulled on my clothes onto my hot sweaty body.

“I could get used to having a girl on the island,” he said, winking.