Robbie Kay/Peter Pan Imagines

Peter Pan Imagine part 3

You awake to the familiar feeling of the bed you share with Peter. You slowly open your eyes, and see Peter sitting on a chair beside the bed, staring intently at you. You stare back, a small smile on your lips.

"Hey." You whisper.

"Hey. You okay?" He asks, getting down on his knees beside the bed and resting his arms beside you.

"Yeah, just a little tired I guess." You say, shrugging as you sit up slowly.

"Well, what happened exactly?"

"I told you... I went for a swim..." You say, looking away from him. Not telling him seemed like a good idea, mainly because you didn't want him to know what you really were now. It was best he just didn't know so that he didn't worry.

"(Y/N) I know you're lying. Why don't you just tell me? Because no one randomly passes out after a swim." He said, cocking one of his eyebrows. Annoyance and anger started to creep up your spine, and it seemed as if your temper was getting shorter and shorter. Like Peter's.

"Why does it matter? I'm here now aren't I?" You huff, standing up. You saw him open his mouth, most likely to yell, but saw him take a deep breath to contain himself: Something he's been working on lately.

"It matters, because I want to keep you safe. Neverland isn't a safe place, and I can't have you running around-"

"I'm not a child Peter! I can take care of myself, thanks." You snap, not being able to control yourself. You couldn't help it, it just seemed to build up more and more. And apparently the same thing happened with Peter, because he exploded right then and there.

"Obviously not! You run around here like a freeloader as if there isn't a care in the world! Take some responsibility for yourself! I'm trying my hardest to keep you safe and you don't even care!" He screamed. You just gave him a cold glare and walked out of the room before it got any worse.
You had gotten used to his outbursts, they were simply something he couldn't help. And now you finally realized why since you were like him. You started shaking uncontrollably, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down.

"DON'T YOU WALK AWAY FROM ME!" He demanded, grabbing onto your wrist from behind.

"Don't touch me!" You roared, and in the blink of an eye, Peter was thrown across the room. He hit the wall, crashing to the ground with a loud shattering of glass from the vases he just smashed. You simply stand there, breathing hard, trying not to shout again.

He slowly stood up, looking shocked and terrified of you. Not because of what you could do, but because he realized what you were.

"Peter, I'm sorry-"

"Are you...?" He asked, standing up and walking over to you quickly. He grasped your shoulders, hands on your cheeks. You simply nodded, not sure of what he was going to do. His eyes turned hungry, and flashed that familiar black color that yours did. You did the same in reply, and he smiled slightly. Before you knew what was happening, he had you pinned up against the wall, kissing you roughly. You opened your mouth in a gasp, and he deepened the kiss immediately.

He pulled your wrists above your head, keeping you immobile. He kissed your neck all over, sucking harshly. This was something entirely new to you. And you really liked it.

"Peter..." You sighed.

"Yeah...?" He said lowly, kissing your neck repeatedly.

"Aren't you afraid of me? That I could hurt you? I'm a bloody demon, Peter." You said, looking into his eyes. His deep black eyes.

"Why would I be afraid of someone like me?" He asked. You laugh in response and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in close for a deep kiss. He picks you up by the waist and you wrap your legs around him as he walks to the bed. When he drops you on your back, you can't help but laugh at the situation.

"What's so funny?" He asks, looking at you lustfully.

"I'm just like you Peter." You say as he pulls his shirt off, revealing his abs. You look at his toned chest, biting your lip. Damn.

"Just like me." He grinned, and lifted your shirt off you along with your pants, leaving you in your bra and underwear.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered, his nose grazing your stomach. He kissed your chest gently, then began to suck on your stomach. You ran your fingers through his hair and felt, rather than heard, him moan slightly. You smiled, loving how heightened your senses were, making the experience even better. Then, a thought occurred to you.

"Peter, am I immortal now?" You ask, and he continues to kiss your body. He hums a yes in response, too preoccupied at the moment.

"Oh god." You moan, the feeling of pleasure growing higher and higher as he continues to taste you everywhere. He laughs, enjoying every second.

"Trust me baby it gets better. Now, I don't have to worry about hurting you. Now... we can do whatever we want."

You smiled, realizing what you really were. You couldn't die. You were immortal. One of the strongest beings in the world, and you had Peter to share it with every step of the way.

He slid himself into you and you moaned loudly, scratching his back with your nails and no doubt drawing blood. He didn't seem to mind at all, keeping eye contact as he groans from pleasure. You kissed him again, the feeling of his mouth against yours and him rhythmically thrusting against you was almost too much.

The sheer power shared between the two of you was astonishing, and as you both reached your highs your eyes flashed black at each other once more. You smiled at Peter lustfully, spinning him around roughly so you were on top of him instead. He stared at you in amazement as you fully embraced your newfound abilities to join him in being the best thing fucking possible.
A bloody demon.
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OKAY THAT WAS MY FIRST TIME IVE EVER REALLY WROTE SMUT IM SORRY IF IT WAS BAD! but anyway, I hope you guys liked this last part to this imagine! I wanted to make something unexpected, not the usual lovey dovey stuff with the happy ending! It sort of is a happy ending I guess, but you get what I mean. I hope you all liked this little mini series! Please remember to vote and comment!
Leslie:) xx