Peter pan/ Robbie Kay imagines

Peter Pan- Payback

It had been like this all day. You had been teasing Peter like mad, acting innocent whenever he would turn around to glare at you. You couldn't help it, he looked so good in his green attire, the sleeves tightening around his muscles.

You watched his muscles flex as he talked to Felix, his arms motioning the story. Your eyes travelled down to his long legs, they could go on for miles. They were strong and sturdy and you had to stop yourself from jumping on him as they reminded you of all the times they were between your own legs whenever he was needy for you.

He was now sat down on a log, his thumb flicking over the edge of the blade as he carved through the wood. You stalked over to him, leaning your elbows on his broad shoulders as your hands cupped his face from behind and titled his head up.

He said nothing, his face lifting up as he let you press your lips hotly to his. He didn't know it then, he thought you were just giving a sweet gesture, but he was in for a day or teasing.

At first it was merely innocent to him, he didn't catch on to what you were doing. You would talk to a Lost boy, making sure it was in front of Peter as you pressed your hands into your dress, bracing your hands on your hips as you made sure to pull a bit of your dress up and expose you thigh.

Peter would glance at you, his eyes flickering down to your exposed thigh as he held in a shaky breath. He would walk up to you, his own large hands falling over yours as he gently pulled it down without the Lost boy noticing so that it was only his eyes that witnessed your body.

Then you would get a bit naughtier. Bending down to pick something up when only he was in your line of sight, making inappropriate noises whenever you ate something.

''Oh god''You moaned as you licked some of the cream off your finger before fully putting it in your mouth with a delicious groan. Peter watched you, his eyes half lidded as he held his breath. ''ughh, so good''You drawled out.

Then you started to get more and more revealing. Peter was still on the log, toying with his Pan flute as you pretended to stumble over a rock and fall straight into his lap, your butt in the air as you were bent right over his knee.

You heard him suck in a sharp breath, his hand flying to your waist. You pretended to moan in pain as you hauled yourself up, apologising and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Then he caught on. You now were getting physical as you sat beside him. Nodding to Felix's story as you braced your hand on his knee cap. Peter said nothing, used to your touch.

It was only when you began sliding your hand up his thigh that he started to wither around. He grasped your hand and pried it off his thigh before placing it by your side.

You only put it back on and began to move it along his thigh, making sure your fingers were gently pressing against the inside. He bit his lip, turning his head as he flashed you a sharp glare.

To anyone else it would have been enough to frighten them, to make them stop. Peter's glare was more than terrifying. But to you, it edged you on even more.

Peter's P.O.V:

I watched her through the corner of my eye. She was tired, her eyelids dropping cutely as she slid on her nighty. I sat on the edge of the bed as I hauled my shirt off of my chest before flinging it to the floor.

She padded towards the bed but I was quicker. I walked swiftly towards her, gripping her hips as I pushed her back so she was walking back towards the wall.

She stared up at me with big, innocent eyes that held a glimmer of mischief. ''You've been a naughty girl today''I hummed as I stared at her eyes.