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👦🏻⚠️Part 2: Peter Pan⚠️👦🏻

Top!Reader x Bottom!Peter

The night was still fresh albeit chilly compared to the late afternoon that was usually hot. Despite that the echoing commotion of partying was barely perceivable to my ears plus my languid state, insomnia had annoyingly appeared.

I was tired, yes. But I couldn't sleep. My mind was empty and really, I had no reason on not falling asleep right then and there. And I was getting pretty irritated.

Sighing deeply through my nose, I swung side to side in my hammock by swinging my leg, staring up at the barely visible sky that was hid from throngs of leaves and limbs. Undeniably bored and tired, and lazy.

I hummed to a lullaby that - what little memory I had - of when my mother used to sing to me. But loud laughter heading my way had tuned me out of my little mind gaze, and I sighed, already knowing who it is.

Turning onto my side opposite of the incoming guest whilst groaning, having struggles to get back into my once comfortable position whilst hurrying to act asleep so he wouldn't bother me.

"Hey, (Y/n)! Why are you in bed?!C'mon! The night is still young!" Ignoring to answer or giving any ounce of attention, I simply stayed quiet. Though yelped unintentionally when he had roughly sat himself onto my hip, creating discomfort. "Get off me, Peter. I'm trying to sleep."

"But that's no fun! The suns still out... somewhat." The hammock springing only slightly as he shrugs and moves to get more comfortable on my side, only causing more of an annoyance. "Peter! Get off!"

"Fine, fine. Yesh." He mutters with a huff and a roll to his eyes, lifting himself up onto his knees until I had lay on my back. And not even halfway of me turning, Peter already gave himself the privilege to sit back down, forcing a sigh out of me.

"What do you even want?" He hums and I glanced up to his face, seeing the pestering smirk that was always there when the two of us ever made any type of contact. Annoying? Yes. Addicting? Yes. A turn on? Absolutely.

The feeling of Peters hands slipping underneath my shirt to feel at my skin brought a shot of thrill and excitement up my spine, "Isn't it obvious?" His smirk only widens as he slowly rolled his hips.

Moving my grip to the top of his thighs, helping his grinds with my own, I bit back a groan. The friction warming up my quickly hardening cock. "You're such a brat. Always so horny..."

"We haven't done it in a while. I miss it." He huffed out whilst leaning his head back with closed eyes, trying to focus on the growing arousal. "Hm..." Was my only response, watching Peters concentration on the pleasure before having an idea to mess it up,

"So... Where'd you sent Felix? Haven't seen him around for a bit."

"Why do you want to know?" He cocks an eyebrow, his head flexing to the side, his smirk still there. I felt my stomach clench as fingernails lightly scrapped against the skin there.

I sighed, and looked to the side, "I don't know... I just wanted to know." I shrugged, trying to give off that I didn't care but did, even though I really didn't. I heard a huff and could feel the eye roll, so I looked back up. The air had became more tense afterwards, and I had to stop yourself from smirking at his annoyed features.

"So, what? You're into Felix now?" He questioned with a suspicious glare as he stopped moving. I only shrugged, "... Maybe.. I mean, he is kinda... cute," Peter only stared, not saying a word. Blinking up at him, I cocked my head, "Why so quiet Pete? Are you bothered that I find someone else attractive?" I knew I was just digging myself a grave, but I didn't care, this is what I have to endure with him, why can't he endure it as well?