From The Beginning [ Peter Pan X Reader ] B1

Chapter 10

Your POV

My body ached. It felt good; it felt pleased; it felt hurt; it felt pain, but it stopped feeling pain after it started feeling love. Peter and I have never slept with each other that rough. I always had a feeling he was holding back on me. Don't give me wrong, he's a very dominant boy all around, but he always tried to be gentle with me. I believe he thought I was going to break at any minute if he went to hard.

When we were laying on the bed, after the amazing session of love we just had, we just stared at each other. I stared at him with calm eyes because when I looked into his I could see so many emotions. Peter's eyes had crazy, evil, hurting, loving, possession, passion, and caring emotion in his eyes. If those emotions could go together, that's what his eyes showed me.

I know I'm being emotional...

I wasn't sure when he was going to answer all my questions from before. At this moment, I didn't want to ruin what we were in right now and ask. He broke out of my gaze and started looking at my body laying half on top of him. My arms were slightly purple by the grasp he had on them. My hips had hand prints on each side. My whole torso had his mark, almost black marks made by his mouth. My thighs weren't as bad as I thought they would be though. They were slightly blue and red near my below area. My whole body was painted with his mark. As much as I loved what happened last night and even how rough he was on me, the hurting in his eyes when I said, I'm not your little lost girl, spread all over his mind.

He loved me.

A boy, that was perceived as never able to love another person, would be lost himself without me. I truly was the weakness that Peter's lost boys feared so much.  I just haven't considered if that's a good thing or bad thing yet.

Pan POV

I was looking at Y/n's body slowly up and down. I wanted to take in every inch and store it deep in my mind. She was covered in my marks. I never wanted to hurt her, but I needed to make my point across that she was mine. I looked at her below area, where my right thigh was resting on. I saw it was blue on her thighs. I grabbed her outer thigh that was resting on my stomach and pulled her closer. Her face was now laying on my chest. She looked at me with her y/c/e eyes and they shined like crystals. Any other time I would smile and get lost in those innocent, perfect eyes.

This time, I was sad. I couldn't let her feel any pain, not from me or anyone so I asked her, "Are you okay?" She smiled at my question. I've killed and hurt so many people, but I could never hurt Y/n.

Your POV

He asked me, if he hurt me. My body showed pain, but I wasn't hurt at all. I only felt love rushing though my body and mind for him. Before I answered his question, I scooted up to kiss him on the lips with a quick kiss. I went back to laying on his chest and finally answered him, "No Peter. I'm fine-" I paused for a second to consider my next words, "My legs are sore though." He put on a small smile and giggle a little.

Maybe boosting his ego would make him get ride of his bad thoughts.

We didn't go to sleep that night. He was kissing me everywhere, not sexually but longingly. He kissed every love mark he made, every hand mark was rubbed lightly and kissed by him. It was my thighs that for some reason really got to him.

He was staring at the blue and red mark he made with his own hips. He rubbed his face into them and kissed them slowly after wards. His eyes were sad now. I thought about last night, about how I felt. I didn't feel pain from any of this. If there was pain, it was taken away by passion and pleasure. He was staring at his marks on my thighs and breathed in heavy, then asked me his question he felt he needed to ask, "Do you want to leave Neverland?"