Robbie Kay / Peter Pan Imagines

Lust

⚠️WARNING: FORCED ACTIONS⚠️

He forced the girl to look up at him. She denied and tried pushing against his hand, but the boy tightened his fingers around her chin and pushed her head up. He didn't have to call out to her as the frightening gesture already made her a bit wiser. The girl knew she shouldn't go against him.

Their faces were inches away from each other and Peter Pan could feel the girl's breath against his cheeks, creating an unusual lust inside of him. His eyes followed her features, from her lips to her eyes.

She was afraid of him. The innocent girl was scared of his actions and tried preventing him to do anything further. But she failed as he pinned her hands down, causing to overshadow her. Not only their faces, but also their bodies had little bit space between them.

The boy had a craving gaze in his eyes. He couldn't tear his eyes off of her. Unlike many other girls, she wasn't enjoying it. She didn't want anything to do with him, but she was too weak. There wasn't much for her to do anymore, she was overpowered.

A tear slid down her cheek, not bothering Pan as he moved closer. He was getting hotter as he realized he could have her all to himself. The girl attempted to stop him by pleasing him, but even her heartbroken voice didn't soften him up.

The green eyed boy placed his lips on hers, getting rid of the tense gap between them. The girl flinched, but couldn't escape his firm grip. She was trapped between the ground and a demon. For her it felt like she was endlessly falling to hell since the day she stepped onto Neverland.

Peter Pan knew she would never love him the way he wished, so he decided to do things his way. It didn't matter to him what the girl was going through, as long as he was satisfied.

The forced kiss started to get more rough as the boy couldn't get enough. He held the girl's hands down with only one, as his other hand grabbed her waist, trying to keep her in place. As much as she moved her head to get rid of Pan's lips on hers, he moved with her. Not giving her any chance to slip away.

Unconsciously his body pressed against her, leaving no space between the teens. The girl felt suffocated, not only because of his body, but also because of the occurring situation. She could not believe she was being used by a selfish demonish jerk. She had never felt so defenseless, her heart started aching, already leaving scars she would never be able to get rid of.

Besides being too weak, she struggled against him, ignoring the whispers in her mind telling her it wouldn't work. Unfortunately Peter wasn't bothered by it at all, it only caused him to become more aggressive.

He wanted her.

No one was going to stop him, he had waited long enough for her. His patience ran out and he just went for it, whether she liked it or not.

After all, he owned everything on his island.

With a long last kiss he pulled away, but did not stand up yet. He looked down at the anxious girl. Her face was wet from her tears and her hair had become a mess, but he still felt attracted to her. He was obsessed with her.

She belonged to Peter Pan.

He slowly stood up and surprisingly the girl found the strength in herself and did the same. She ran away from him into the jungles of his island.

He did not care, for he would always find her.