Peter Pan Imagines

Forbidden Fruits of Passion

Y/n emerged from the fresh spring water that fueled the youth of Neverland. Her long hair strung out in ringlets down the meridian of her spine. She stood in the spring in all her naked glory. Skin glistening from the suns rays that beamed down. A mixture of cool and warmth surrounded her like a serpent.

She closes her eyes and runs her pruned but smooth fingers around the sides of her neck and breathes in the earth tones of the island. A swoosh of water sounded from behind her. She spun around and opened her eyes to see who the intruder was and gasped quickly hiding her dripping breasts and turning back around.

The intruder chuckled and the water ripples as he got closer to the girl. His calloused hands swept up her spine then back down circling her hips. "Don't be shy y/n" his voice soft and elegant. British drawl.

The girl grew stiff as a board and her pulse stopped for mere seconds as his hands squeezed her hips. Small breathes eased out of her. Those hands traveled up her stomach agonizingly slowly. The fingertips lightly grazing sensitive tickle spots provoking a shiver from her.

He traced around the two luscious lumps until his entire palms were filled with flesh. His thumb and forefingers inching closer to the delicious center. Finally, a gentle pinch and a soft cry. Her head dropped onto his shoulder. The breathes came quicker now from those perfectly plump lips now at his ear. A smirk playing on his own. His arms rested at her stomach as his fingers worked her sensitive nubs.

"P-Peter" y/n cried out the intruders name.

"Yes, y/n?" He whispered against her milky skin. Plum wine lips marking her flesh.

She gasps leaning back more and settling her bare arse against his groin. Only then did she notice that he had been bare from the waist down. His erection growing and pressing against her. "N-no, we can't" She squirms but his grip turns into a vice.

"Shh, that isn't what I'm getting from those delicious breathes of yours" he says nipping at the lines of her nape.

She let out a long moan and his right hand positioned his cock against her erect clit. "Pan!" Y/n squeaks and reluctantly jerks her hips. The erect flesh becoming painful pleasure as it rubbed against his thickness.

He reaches around and smacks her clit with the tip making her gasp in shock. "Tell me y/n, Is this what you want?"

With hips never stopping their motion she was losing it. The drawl of his voice, the fingertips at her nipples, the erection pulsing against her heat, and the teeth grinding into her flesh. That's it. "God Pan please give it to me!" She pleaded. Her body submitted against his chest. The tunic was now lying around somewhere on land along with its belt.

He positioned himself at her entrance and wrapped his left arm around her waist and his right below her breasts. He plunged into her slowly. Allowing himself to fill her walls inch by inch until he was swallowed up inside.

Y/n arched her spine letting out a soft sigh, the back of her hair sprawled out on pans shoulder and shoulder blades. Pan pulls out then dives back in at a decent pace. The girls moans came out rapidly the harder the thrusts got. "Faster" she says. He obliged. The pace quickened and their pleasure heightened.

Soon he was fucking her like she was in heat letting out primal growls here and there. But he was passionate. Deliciously so. She couldn't believe that Peter Pan could ever be such a thing. But here he is.

Peter parted his lips allowing quick breathes onto her skin. Groans and grunts escaped too. Those sexy sounds pool at her center causing it to throb almost painfully. Begging for release. The appendage rapidly hitting her pleasure spot began to throb harshly.

"I-I" she cried and on that last plunge into her depth she let loose "peter!" She screams and her body spasms against him.

Pan growled and bit into the flesh where the neck and shoulders met. His body shook and his hips never stopped until he was empty. Giving himself to her fully. Needing her, touching her. The body against him stopped and sighed in exhaustion.

Her eyes opened—forgetting she had even closed them— gazing at the boy who provided her with euphoria. Emerald eyes with flecks of gold stared back at her. The boy dips his head to kiss her. Again with passion. His arms never letting her go.

He turns her around with lips still locked. No tongue, just smooth lips. She brought a hand to cover her breasts but he gripped her wrist. "Don't"

She froze with fear as their lips parted but the absent space between them remained. "You're beautiful" he murmurs and he brings her in for another kiss.