Robbie Kay Imagines

imagine #9

(Y/N) watched as the fire grew and  the lost boys chants grew louder. It was a party night for them. There wasn't a specific celebration tonight but Slightly believed it was his birthday and Peter believed in celebrating birthdays. (Y/N) wasn't in a partying mood however and this Peter found perplexing. Who wouldn't want to party on a wonderful night like this? Peter loved to antagonize (Y/N). He thought of it as some kind of game between the two of them. (Y/N) however did not find it funny even in the slightest. Tonight she sat beside the fire and tried to keep warm. The boys danced and  sang and Peter crowed making the island fill of life. (Y/N) sat silent. She wanted to jump in but her pride wouldn't let her. Peter had had enough of her stubborn attitude and tonight, she would join the rest of the boys. He walked over to her and sat down. "Leave me alone Peter. I want to be left alone!" She pleaded angrily. Peter laughed at her pleads and ignored them. Alexis looked into his vivid green, unforgiving irises. She wanted him just to leave her alone. Only for one night but of course he wouldn't do that. "(Y/N) you needa loosen up a bit." Peter explained. He leaned in close to her ear. "I could help you with that." He whispered seductively to her. This sent shivers down her spine.  Pan chuckled at his effect on her. He loved how he could make her squirm with just words.  (Y/N) felt heat rise to her cheeks. She hated how he could get a rise out of her so simply. She hated him for it. Pan continued on. "Couldn't you imagine my bare chest pressed against yours. My lips kissing yours roughly. My hands traveling down your body.." He continued. (Y/N) gulped but she was strong. She did her best not to show her emotions on the outside. "I know your picturing it. You want me (Y/N). I know you do." He continued. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. She showed no emotion as he did his best to taunt her. He groaned in defeat. The boys were paying no attention to the two of them so Peter continued on. He reached her neck and began kissing her in a spot he knew would make any girl lose their posture. Right behind the ear. She felt a moan deep in her throat but she wouldn't let it escape her lips. No matter how difficult that was... He moved back when he realized it wasn't working. He mentally laughed at himself. Why wasn't she cracking under his spell like most girls did? He studied her and noticed that she kept her lips pursed so she wouldn't make a sound. He smirked and leaned in to kiss her lips. When he did so she let out a slight sound which caused him to smile into the kiss. (Y/N) gasped and pulled back slapping Peter roughly across the face. He rubbed the burning red mark that now covered half of his face. He laughed at her actions. His loud cackles caused the boys to look at the two of them.  Peter found this funny whereas (Y/N) did not find this quite as funny. "Happy Birthday Slightly." (Y/N) called before returning to her tent for the night. Peter however stayed out and mentally praised himself before returning to party the rest of the night with the lost boys.