OUAT Peter Pan Imagines

Massage

Pan had a particularly stressful day today, the blue fairy came by saying she couldn't let me stay on Neverland against my will, I came in just in time to tell her I didn't want to leave. After she left, Hook and his pirates started attacking the mermaids, Pan locked me in the tree house and went to go take care of it. When Hook finally went back to his ship, the mermaids were in the middle of a pandemonium. By the time that was over, he was exhausted.

I had to go make dinner for the boys, so the door unlocked on it's own, and I went outside to do just that. When all the boys had gone to bed, I quickly went back to the tree house, I walked straight to the bedroom, and softly opened the door.

There he sat, on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. His body ridged and tense.

"Hey baby, how did it go?" I asked gently.

"It took forever but the fairy left, Hook learned his lesson, and the mermaids are back in order." He breathed out.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked.

"A massage wouldn't hurt." He smirked up at me.

"Whatever you need." I said seductively. I knew the only way to make him relax, even if it took some coaxing. He needed to loosen up. And anyhow, it never took long to convince him, he was after all, Peter Pan.

I moved over to him and slowly traced up his bicep before moving to sit behind him.

I started rubbing circles into his shoulders, and I instantly felt them loosen. I moved my hands lower, to the middle of his back. I noticed him bite his lip as not to moan in pleasure.

"Hmm, this shirt seems to be getting in the way..." I said thoughtfully, before pulling it off.

I began tracing his bare back, outlining the prominent muscles gently. I slowly made my way back to his shoulders, and softly placed my lips on top of his shoulder.

"Y/N," Pan warned weakly. "Stop..."

I rolled my eyes and started kissing his neck.

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(Peter's POV)

"Y/N," I said weakly, "stop..."

Keep going... I heard myself think.

She of course ignored my warning and started on my neck.

"Don't do this."

Oh but do...

Suddenly my breathing hitched as she found my weak spot. No, I couldn't let her know that she could do this to me.

With all the self control I could muster, I said much more strongly, "Y/N stop."

Her hands fell from my back and her lips left my neck, and I instantly regretted making them depart.

"Whatever you say, Pan." She said slyly, as she swayed her hips on her path to the door. 

Whatever self control I had a minute ago disappeared. I pinned her to the wall, with one hand holding her hands above her head, and the other gripping her hip.

"Oh no Y/N, what did I tell you to call me when we're alone?" I whispered into her ear.

She smirked innocently at me, "Daddy."

"Well then, say my name." I nipped at her neck.

She chuckled at me, "Oh no, you'll have to make me."

So I did.