Peter Pan One Shots

Morning interrupted

Morning sex was one of Page's favorite things. It wasn't uncommon for the lost boys wake up call being the only lost girl screaming their leaders name.

The sun was barely up, but Page and Peter Pan were.  Up and at it, already. Again. It wasn't strange considering Page had horrible insomnia, even on Neverland, and sex was one thing that helped her fall asleep.

The only sounds on the peaceful, sleeping, island was Pan moaning and an absurd sucking sounds that came from the back of Page's throat. She had a mouth full of Pan's cock, so that was about the only sound she could make. Aside from the occasional moan she made from the taste of her long time boyfriend.

Page Jones had always had a thing for narcissistic, egotistical boys, so really her ending up in the bed of a monster like Peter Pan was inevitable. It developing into more was simply an accident. Oddly enough Peter had said those three words first, though if any of the lost boys ask, that was a lie. 

Page couldn't help but smirk, well as best as she could with her lips wrapped around Peter, as she felt him twitch in the her mouth and he let himself go, filling her mouth with his juices as he groaned in pleasure. She leaned up, swallowing and licking her lips, loving the taste. Peter never lasted long when she blew him. There was just something about being sheathed in her hot mouth, seeing her plump pink lips wrapped around him, that coiled him up like a rubber band wrapped tightly around her finger, it was nearly impossible not to snap quickly.

Was he wrapped around her finger like a rubber band?

Yeah, yeah he was.

Page smirked at the ruler of Neverland as she climbed into his lap, straddling his hips. "My turn."

It was a demand, one Peter Pan could never deny. He gripped her hips with a fierce determination to hear the sweet sounds of her screaming his name so loud those heros back in the land without magic could hear it. He had barely gotten her guided down on him when it happened.

His bedroom door flung open, revealing one of the few openly gay lost boys. It was likely he was sent to interrupt since there was the least chance of him dying because Pan knew he wouldn't fantasize about his lost girl later on. The lost boy was breathing heavy, not as heavy as Page however, "Pan, the pirates. They are heading this way!"

"Bloody hell Devin! You guys can deal with them without me!" Pan's harsh demanding tone only further fueled the burning in Pages stomach.

"No. No they can't because they are incompetent idiots," Page groaned dropping her head on her lovers shoulder, "Go. Make sure they don't get themselves killed. That way i can do it later."

"I'm sorry, love. I'll be back as soon as possible." he gripped her chin and kissed her sweetly, a much different pace than he had been earlier. He was saving his rage for the dirty pirates that kept him for doing unspeakable things her. But oh, did Page like to speak of it.

***

Pan ended up being gone well into the afternoon. By the time he got back the sun was well on it's way into setting, which made for one angry Page. 

She got moody when she didn't get her fill. Moody isn't quite the term Peter would use. Page Jones was full of trauma and anger issues, which is to blame for her hyperactive sex drive and the reason he had to keep fixing his headboard. Her temper rivaled Pan's to the point a few of the lost boys called her PJ, short for Pan Jr. It was simply a coincidence those also happened to be her initials. She was like a shorter female version of Pan, and he couldn't decide if he hated or loved that.

When he returned from camp alone, he refused to let the lost boys come seeing as they couldn't fix the issue alone and would only get in his way, he was covered in blood and praying silently his Page was only joking about killing his lost boys. He really didn't feel like going to the land without magic to get new boys. Peter found the boys in a loosely formed circle and could only assume they were sparring.