Peter pan/ Robbie Kay imagines

My Queen

SMUT

You moaned as you felt the tip of his cock push against your entrance, tears springing up behind closed eyes as you finally felt all the tension leave your body - the pain bringing even more pleasure. It had been so long since you felt this relaxed, felt like you were floating in heaven as the other lost boys cock seemed to be your lifeline. You wished it was Peter, you did and in the back of your mind you couldn't help but imagine that it was him - This lost boy and you had agreed this would be a one time thing, knowing if pan found out actions were going on, on his island there would be consequences. Then you felt him hit that special spot and you cried out again, grinding back onto him eagerly, you didn't want to cum so soon, but you were so close you felt like passing out. And god there you were, you could feel it building up in your stomach and -
Outside the treehouse, Peter couldn't help but hear the whimpers and groans of pleasure. His curiosity got the best of him and he peaked through the window and, oh, in that moment he never saw so much red, he could see the lost boys blood on his hands and you, oh you were in just as much trouble as he was, it does take two to tango of cause. However your punishment was slightly different. He watched as you reached your peak, your face twisting up in pleasure and his cock twitched in his pants and he took that as a sign to get out of there and relax himself.
As well as anger, Peter couldn't help the hint of sadness bubbling up within him. It should be him causing you pleasure, it should be him causing you to reach that much ecstasy. He looked at you like a Queen, hell you were a queen. His Queen.
It was a couple of days before he decided to act, he listened to a few of your conversations with the lost boys. Just to see if anyone else knew about the little.. get together, you and the other had. It turned out, nobody did and he couldn't help the sigh of relief when he found out it was only the three that knew..
"Go near (y/n) again and everything you've experienced here will look like child's play" Peter then grabbed the other boy by the throat, eyes darkening dangerously. The boy began to try and speak, but failed as Peter pressed his thumb against his epiglottis. "I don't want excuses, I don't want an explanation. What I want is for you to never let what happen back in the treehouse, happen again." he dropped the boy, who was wheezing for breath, trying to soak up as much oxygen as he could, "I said, I don't want it to happen again"
"Yes Peter" he coughed, feeling light headed trying to gain composer not to pass out "I'm sorry, it'll ever happen again."
"It better not do either" he took a pause, "now, go get yourself some water." He turned his back and made his way too the campfire, where he spotted his beloved (y/n) laughing away with Max, them two had always had a close relationship, but he knew it was nothing to worry about.
He sat in the center where he usually does, staring at the women that made him feel so much emotion it scared him. He felt Anger, Hatred, Jealousy... but also that four letter word he dearnt utter even to himself - that word showed weakness and vulnerability. It scared him. Once Max stood up to leave, he went to another group of lost boys leaving you on your own. Without a moment's hesitation, Peter grabbed your had and pulled you up to his tree house. You knew better than to question him so you just let this play out like how he wanted it to.
"what's wrong pe-" he slammed you up against the wall, back burning and you gasped at the sudden pain in your lower back, he hovered in front of you, eyes piercing into yours. "-the hell" you grunted, ignoring the arousal that began to make itself known in your lower stomach.
"I know about you and–" he couldn't get the name out, however his face twisted like he had just placed some dreamshade on it.
"How did you find out?" you voice was low, weak, you were scared what was gonna happen. But this reaction, god this reaction had your knees weak.
"Saw you" he replied simply, "i was taking my midnight flight and i heard noises, i got curious and, well, There.." he kissed your throat, something you weren't expecting and you sighed in pleasure "you" he dragged his lips under your ear, and the room suddenly got dark. "were" he sucked your skin harshly, no warning and no mercy. The moan that slipped out of your lips was breathy, broken, weak. And god did that just turn you on, The control he had over your body, hands on your hips holding you steady. Keeping you pinned to the wall like a caged animal and he was your keeper, and then he bit you right on that special spot under your ear, and tears sprung up in your eyes and you slid down the wall, god in that moment did you want to bow to him, make him the center of your whole universe.. What was he doing to you?
Peter of cause was stunned by your reaction, he wanted to punish you, make you beg. But something told him he wouldn't be able to do that, that you would be the one making him beg. He watched your face, he couldn't help but stare in awe. You were so beautiful like this, he wanted to be the one to see you like this. His eyes trailed to your parted, wet lips and he tried to hold back, until he heard you.
"Peter" You panted, voice wrecked and he had barely done anything. But you've wanted him for so long, with the utter of his name, he smashed his lips into yours - tongues fighting for dominance, every hidden passion you had for each other was coming out in this once mind blowing kiss. Flames seemed to arise from the ground from the amount of passion in the room. Once the kiss broke, the flames seemed to only get stronger, both of your breathing comes out in short breath, mingling with one another's over each other's face. He Quickly began to pull your clothes off, once he got your shirt off you wasted no time taking off his, leaving a pile of clothes leading from the wall that was once your prison to the bed.
Your back was greeted by the soft bed, he crawled up your body and left small kisses over your face and he pulled back once more, watching your breasts heave with every breath, your eyes wide, almost innocent looking, mouth open and red..
You took this time to look at peter, his pupils were dilated, mouth equally red and delicious looking, there was also a light blush covering his cheeks. Your hands moved onto his shoulders, just feeling, worshipping him, and he seemed to tense under your touch. You sat up, confusion crossing his features as your faces were inches away from each other - you took your bra off letting it slip off you body, throwing it to the other side of the room.
"You're so beautiful" he spoke, kissing the top of your breasts, leaving small hickeys across them, however they suddenly got bigger and his mouth got more eager, he began to suck on your nipples making your arch and gasp, your hands had no idea where to go, they went from pulling at the bedsheet to peters back, leaving nice red welts down his back making him bunk into where you needed friction the most, both of you cried out. And Oh, Peters moans were heavenly - It was like that first shot of heroine, once the high dies down all you want is another fix.
"Peter, fuck, peter please! I need you so bad, I need - " he bit your collar bone, stopping your ramblings with a squeak.
"If we do this, fuck" he grazed a hand over the front of his boxers, mouth hanging open at the final little bit of relief he got. Hand moving from himself to you, grazing the front of your panties and moving them aside. His mouth watered from the sight "This can't be a one time thing"
"Peter, no, shit- Look, I love you, so much. When i was with him, i was thinking of you. Its always been you" His heart swelled and that was all the confirmation he needed before ripping your panties off and playing with your clit.
"Look at you" he groaned, "so nice and wet, fuck your beautiful" he played with you a little more, pulling your clit slightly then rolling his finger over it, once he was finally happy with how wet you were, he eased a finger into you, moving very slowly giving you time to adjust.
"Please! fuck me I need more!" You begged, grinding your hips down onto the single digit. Wordlessly, he inserted a second, speeding up and watching you squirm, then his thumb made contact with your clit and you were in heaven, your whole world crashed down on you as you felt it, you were gonna cum, harder than you have before.
"No, come on baby" he said kissing your knee feeling you pulse around him "I need you to hold on, okay? Keep it in, don't cum yet" his voice was so soft, but the power, the threat. You couldn't do it.
"Please, Please peter let me cum! I need it, you make me feel so so good" he rolled his thumb against your clit once more, harshly, all you needed was one more then - he pulled out. "Oh my god I hate–" got off the bed and pulled his boxers off, your eyes made contact with his length as you began to pulse around nothing, your climax fading, watching him pump his length.
"Beg" He ordered, rolling the tip of his dick against your clit. Nudging the head into you for a millisecond before attacking your clit again.
"Please, fuck please fuck me peter! I promise i'm yours, I'm all yours!" With that, he pushed his dick inside of you and you felt your whole world collapsed, he wasted no time letting you adjust and he began thrusting without any sign of mercy.
It seemed to go on for hours, he'd stop himself and watch your face twist up and listen to the sobs that would leave your lips for not letting you come. You lost count over how many orgasms you lost, you wondered if he was suffering too. And finally, he began to play with your clit, pace never faltering.
"Cum for me" he moaned, "Come on, (y/n), don't hold back on me now." and you didn't, you tightened around him and your body lifted from the bed, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the moan you let out seemed to echo around neverland. Peter soon followed as he came inside of you, his moans filling your ears. You forced your eyes open, watching his face twist in pleasure as little moans escaped his lips. Soon, he fell, no collapsed ontop of you and he kissed your bruised neck, rolling to your side.
"That was..."
"Yeah" you finished, curling up to him and rubbing your face into side. His arms wrapped around you as you both took time to process what just happened.
"(Y/n)?"
"Hmmm?" you replied lazily, exhaustion taking over.
"I love you"