Once Upon a Time x Reader One Shots

Pan - Midnight Loving - SMUT

Midnight Loving

Request for The Red Queen

"can you make another peter pan smut. with henrys sister."

Request for youtubinggg

"Hey could you do a smut with Pan?"

A/N: I see it all the time where people combine similar requests into one story. This is my first one, and I figured it would work since both of  requests were plotless Pan smut.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as you were pulled from unconsciousness. A warm tingling sensation flowed through your body as your tired brain tried to discover what had woken it. Your lips parted to inhale a gasp as you became aware of the hand between your legs, slender fingers diving between your lower lips. Still groggy from your slumber, you vaguely recalled the intimate activities that had occurred just before you'd fallen asleep, which explained your current state of nakedness.

A low hum emanated in your throat as the sensation continued, fingers softly rubbing at your clit, drawing more wetness from your entrance.

You were rolled into your back from your previous position of being curled up on your side. Your arms fell to rest by your head and you kept your eyes closed for the moment. A body positioned itself between your legs, effectively spreading them as two slim fingers slipped easily inside you. You exhaled a tired moan, back arching from the sudden burst of pleasure. The magnetic pull of sleep was slowly ebbing away, pleasure waking your senses with a start.

The fingers pumped faster inside you, a thumb coming to rub at your clit. You let another moan escape, your hands fisting in the pillow beneath your head.

The body between your legs shifted down, the hand not between your legs coming to grip your thigh. A tongue swiped across your clit and you released a surprised whimper. The fingers inside you continued pumping as the tongue toyed with your clit, swirling around it before flicking across it.

A familiar sensation formed in your belly. Your release was so close you could taste it. The question was, would Pan let you have it, or would he stop just short of your orgasm?

A loud moan ripped from your throat as the knot inside you snapped. Your orgasm spilled all over Pan's hand, and his fingers slowly ceased their movements.

Some months ago- it was hard to determine how much time you'd spent on an island where time didn't exist- you'd come to Neverland with the heroes of Storybrooke to rescue Henry. You'd wandered through the jungle and ran into Pan himself. As he explained the island to you, you found yourself wanting to stay with every nonexistent passing minute. You felt more at home surrounded by rambunctious lost boys than you'd ever felt inside Regina's manor.

Henry was your little brother, and you wanted him back. But you weren't sure you wanted to go back to Storybrooke.

When you confronted Pan about this idea, he was thrilled. You'd already bested half of his boys, therefore proving you could fight. You were young and strong and beautiful, and though he would never admit it, something unknown fluttered inside him whenever he spoke to you. He happily offered you a place in his camp, his amusement growing when the Storybrooke heroes begged and pleaded to take you "home."

Since then, you and Pan had been inseparable. It wasn't long before he confronted his impulses and pinned you to a tree, having his way with you. And you'd consented to every single second of it.

Your eyes slowly fluttered open to gaze up at Pan who was hovering above you, his signature smirk plastered on his lips. He was already proud of himself for your orgasm - the expression of exhausted pleasure on your features only aided his ego.

He leaned down to capture your lips in a heated kiss, one that left you panting and whimpering for another. His hand slid up to tangle in your hair, tugging your head back so that he had access to your neck. You hummed in approval as his teeth and tongue decorated your neck with love bites and marks of possession.

"I couldn't help myself," he murmured, kissing back up to your lips. "You were so beautiful," a kiss to your jaw, "sleeping peacefully," a nip at your neck, "naked. I had to have you. I had to have my way with you." He finalized his confession with a searing kiss, biting your lower lip until you granted him entrance. His tongue explored your mouth before enticing your tongue to play. He sucked your tongue into his mouth, smirking at the whimper that caught in your throat. His hands pinned yours above your head while his hips settled between your legs, lining his obvious arousal up with your entrance.

You broke the kiss to release a rather loud moan as he slid into you with ease. Your head fell back against the pillows as he pulled out and slammed back in, building up a steady rhythm. Whimpers and moans fell from your lips with every breath, and you didn't even attempt to stifle them. Pan's tree house was enchanted to be soundproof, and even if it wasn't, you weren't too worried about the boys hearing you. It wouldn't be the first time.

Pan let out a groan as he thrusted into you, lacing his fingers with yours and pinning your hands by your head.  Your legs wrapped around his waist, allowing him to pound into you at a delectable angle that hit your sweet spot perfectly.

His thrusts came faster and lost rhythm as he chased both your orgasm and his own. You wriggled your hands free, running them down his back. He hummed at your touch, choking on a groan when your nails raked down his sides. Long red lines were sure to stay behind as proof of your claim, going hand-in-hand with the hickeys on your neck.

Your lips parted as you cried out his name, your release crashing into you like a tidal wave. Your orgasm triggered his, and within moments, Pan was moaning into your back, burying his face in your skin as his hips slowed to a stop.

You were a panting mess beneath him, one hand tangling in his hair. He lifted his head to press a lazy kiss to your lips. He then reluctantly pulled out, moving to lie down beside you. You rolled into your side, pressing your back to his chest. He had one arm beneath your head, acting as your pillow, while the other wrapped around your waist, tugging you as close as physically possible.

You fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, satisfied and loved.