Lets Go To Neverland! (Yandere! Peter Pan X Male Reader)

Chapter 30

Holy Shit...

You slowly opened your eyes , attempting to sit up only to fall right back down, your whole body aching. "Ugh..." You barely managed to groan in pain, your throat sore. You stopped moving, trying to relax your body as you stared at the wall, thinking back on last night. You couldn't even remember what happened. You attempted to sit up again, somewhat successful this time, though you had a splitting head ache. You looked down at yourself. You were mostly naked, only wearing an over sized T-shirt. You tugged at it. 

Where did this even come from?...

You were pulled from your thoughts when you noticed the marks all over your body. Hickeys, bite marks, scratches, and what you could only describe as slashes left behind by a whip. You even had some bandages taped down. You looked at one on your thigh and picked at the tape, pulling the bandage back to see what it was covering. Your stomach lurched as you quickly covered the wound up. It looked almost like a stab wound. What the Hell did that devil do to you?

You looked at your surroundings, finding yourself in a familiar room. "Wha-" You couldn't even finish a word before coughing, your throat extremely sore and dry. You whined, attempting to stand up only to fall completely onto the bed that now sat in Peters room where it was intended to be in the first place. You whimpered at the pain that shot through you, dull and sharp pain.

"Y/N, babe, please stay in bed!" Peter had just entered the room, rushing over to you. He sat at the edge of the mattress and set something down on the floor so that he could cup your face in his hands and kiss your forehead. "I made you some soup!" He let go of your face and reached down to pick up what he had just previously set on the floor. It was a bowl of soup. He helped you sit up slowly and held a spoonful of soup in front of your mouth, which you gladly accepted. 

...

You covered your mouth, tears stinging your eyes as you forced yourself to down the spoonful of soup. Peter frowned. "Is it really that bad?..." You shook your head quickly, choking slightly. "N-No, Ah- I'Im s-sorry..." Despite the putrid taste, it did help you regain your voice. You wouldn't be eating any more of his soup though... "Sorry, I thought I would try cooking you something. Guess I'm not as good at cooking as you though." He laughed softly, a small smile on his lips. He looked you over, examining your body. 

"Ah... Sorry about all that..." You looked at him quizzically, looking down at yourself once more. "Oh... How did all that even happen?" Peter glanced away, a frown replacing his happy smile. "I... kinda got carried away... Ah- O-on the bright side, you passed the test!" 

Oh. Right.

Everything was slowly coming back to you, up until the point when you blacked out. You took a long look at yourself once more. Peter seemed to have gone for multiple rounds, even after you were unconscious. Weirdo... Though you couldn't put together why there would be fucking STAB WOUNDS, but ya know, to each their own.

You felt a warmth as Peter kissed your cheek softly. "You stay here. I'll tell our boys to come see you~" You weren't given any time to question why he called them "our boys" as if he had birthed them as Peter quickly left the room. Moments later, a small herd of boys rushed into the room, happily jumping on the bed. 

"MOM!~" The boys happily crawled up to their 'mom', hugging you and telling you how much they missed you, careful not to pounce on you as Peter had warned them that you weren't feeling good. 

"Mom, what happened? You look like you got beat up!" Cubby frowned at he started to reach for the bandages on you, stopping once he noticed you flinch before he even touched you. "W-well, about t-that..." you found yourself trying to come up with some sort of excuse to avoid Peter getting in any sort of trouble even though your injuries were caused by him. 

"He's been out in the wilderness for a while now. I'm sure he's had a few not-so-friendly encounters. So I patched him up once I brought him back!" Peter stood proudly. "Wanna here the story about when I saved Mom from a bear when I went looking for him?!" All the Lost Boys cheered. 

"But... P-Peter, that never hap-" Peter hushed you. "Quiet! I'm gonna tell the story. And..." He gave you a knowing look. "Remember what you're supposed to call me?" Your face quickly turned red as you blinked at the ginger. "I-In front of the boys???" Peter simply smiled and nodded, moving to sit next to you. He wrapped his arm around your waist, rubbing your side softly as he leaned into your ear, his breath tickling your ear. "How about you say it real quick before I tell the story, hm?" 

Your blush only darkened. "What're you guys talking about?" Slightly tilted his head, his fox ears flopping in the same direction. You shook your head and began to open your mouth, not even having a chance to say anything as Peter quickly interrupted you. "I was just trying to get your mom here to call me Daddy." He gave the boys a goofy grin. "P-Peter!" You blushed, covering your face with the blanket that was covering you that Peter had now made himself comfortable under. "What? The boys call me dad, and I call you mom, sometimes." The boys simply sat and waited, clearly not seeing the intentions behind Peters suggestion. "Come on! Just say in so we can hear the story." All the Lost Boys whined, wanting Peter to begin his story, though the stubborn red head refused to begin until you called him Daddy. 

You huffed, opening your mouth to protest when you felt Peter grab your hand and place it in between his legs, the boys unaware as your hand was under the blanket. "Come on, say it~" Peter stayed close to your ear, making you shiver. "F-Fine... D-Daddy..." You spoke softly, turning your head away from Peter. You felt his member grow slightly against your hand, your face burning red as you attempted to pull your hand away, but Peter kept it there. "As cute as that was, could you say it just a little bit louder? Or maybe you can say it in my ear. They don't have to hear it." 

"C-could you please j-just tell them your story?"

"No. Now say it~" You whined and looked at Peter, your face flushed as you lean into his ear and whispered in a way that sounded a bit too suggestive despite that not being your intention. "D-Daddy~..." You practically squeaked it out in embarrassment, feeling Peters member spring to life quickly. "Awe~ Kitten, that was adorable~" He let go of your hand and held your head gently, kissing your forehead. 

"EEEW! He kissed mom! Like how grownups do!" The boys all giggled and pointed, your face becoming even more red, if that was even possible.

"J-Just tell your story now!" You looked away in embarrassment, not even interested in hearing how ridiculous Peters made up story was going to be. You were so embarrassed in fact, that you didn't even notice that you never moved your hand off of Peters now hard and throbbing member as he calmly told the story to the Lost Boys.

(I hope their aren't any errors in this :/ cuz i'm not about to check! The next chapter is gonna be much longer //Like twice as many words as this one// so be ready for that :3)