Character Parings: Peter Pan X Reader X Mystery Girl
Request: hey sorry if this is last minute but i’ve recently been binge reading all of your peter pan x y/n stories and they’re so good but I was wondering if you could write a second part to your prince charming one and if you already did whats it called because I cant seem to find it :) if you can’t thats ok I was just wondering xoxo❤️🖤
Warnings: Smut! Bisexual reading just for context
A/N: Long time no write. Yes I did come back answering requests with heavy smut. Yes I am trying to get better at writing smut. Yes I still don’t know who the mystery girl might be or what their deal is just ignore please.
Huffing you dropped the empty bottle, this day has been more complicated than you bargained for when you woke up this morning. Stalking up behind them you gently tapped their shoulder “You really meant what you said?” you said turning to face them.
They only nodded, shocked. Shocked that they were actually doing this, shocked that you had shown up when they were ready to mark you off as a no-show.
“Lead the way.” You said smiling, waiting for them to walk up ahead, your blade tucked safely ready to be used at any signs of betrayal. They strode up ahead, constantly looking behind, making sure that you were still following.
Getting to the small house they unlocked the door stepping inside, their eyes filled with nervous energy. You looked around the room, stove, table, scratch that tables, chairs, mirror, bed, things you couldnt make out. No place for anyone to hide, good atleast it wasnt a trap. Looking around you still inspected, you can’t have a good time if you were too worried about someone was going to stab you with your pants down, literally.
A soft cough came from behind you “Ive. I have n- I haven’t” she said, looking around the room trying to keep her gaze somewhere else that weren’t your eyes. You smiled placing your bag on the table next to a small stove.
“Never been with a girl? Don’t worry most women haven’t, I’ll teach you” You said strutting over to her, taking your coat off in the process. Her eyes widened, mouth in a soft line sitting on the edge of her bed.
She shook her head looking up at you “Anyone.” she whispered, you almost didn’t catch it but you did catch the deep blush that spread from her cheeks all the way to her neck “I’ve never been with anyone.” she said a bit louder.
“Well this is a real pleasure for me then.” You said with a big smirk, kneeling in front of her you start tugging at the ties that tied her skirt tightly to her waist. “Tell me.” you whispered, trailing your hands down tugging off her boots, afterall if this was her first time you needed her to be undeniably smittened by you. “How does a pretty girl like yourself get off if nobody has ever had the pleasure before.” You said looking up at her, your hands resting on her knees.
She shook her head, “I don’t know what you mean.” she said, looking like she was either about to cry or run away from sheer embarrassment. Your hands gripped her legs a bit tighter, she looked cute flustered.
“You must get lonely at night. Show me what you do.” You pushed, a mix of turning her on and pure curiosity about what she was going to show you and how exactly it was going to help you getting her off.
A beat, silence. Her eyes quickly flickered towards the small slim table in the center of the room pushed against a wall, a small mirror hanging over it.
You stood up, hands leaving her knees grabbing her hands instead “Show me.” You said trying to pull her to her feet, her hands gripped yours tightly.
She shook her head, after shaking her head so many times her hair starting falling all over her face, cascading softly around her face. “It’s really stupid I- I just…” she murmured, her eyes bouncing from you to the table and back.
Now it was your turn to shake your head. “I’ll decide if it’s stupid. show me” you said with a smile pulling her to her feet, untucking her shirt from her skirt. Pulling her into a kiss you stepped back slowly leading her towards the table. Your tongue swiped across her lip, grabbing her soft waist by one hand and the back of her neck with the other.
You sat her down gently on the edge of the table, shaking her head she wordlessly turned around movingslightly to the rounded corner of the table.
Her skirts pooled over her thighs. Her hips rocked back and forth, her clit hitting the corner of the table sending jolts of electricity through her body. Placing your hands at the collar of her shirt, feeling the frills, tugging it slightly urging it to come off her body. Moving her arms, nothing keeping her shirt up now her breats falling out resting softly on the top of her stomach.
“Well, aren’t you pretty.” You whispered in her ear, tracing the curves of her face and grabbing her chin “Look” you said, making her look at her own reflection.
“Let me feel you.” You said ricking her hips against the corner of the table, she hurriedly nodded. “Say it. Say I can feel you.” you pushed, moving her hair to the side lightly racking your teeth on her neck. You kept pushing her heads back and forth.
“You can. Please I. You. Fuck please touch me.” She breathed out.
Your hand reached over her thigh and between her legs. She was soaking wet and getting to look at herself in the mirror was the only thing keeping you from getting her on her back. Slipping two fingers inside of her pumping softly, a moan left her lips.
Taking your fingers out of her you sucked them clean “Do you know how good you taste?” you said, she whimpered at the sight of her cum glistening on your lips. You took your fingers, grazing them over her wet clit. “Open up.” you said and she quickly obliged.
Her lips closed around your fingers, sucking herself from your fingers. In the mirror you could see her cum glazed lips, her eyes hazy, it was driving you crazy. Your hands grabbed at her breats massaging them while you sucked on her neck. Her breath hitched, bucking her hips against the table, her hands grabbing yours squeezing her breats and helping your hands travel down between her legs. This was your breakingpoint.
Her face pressed against the mirror, her breath fogging up the hazy surface. With your feet you spread her feet apart wanting to help her out. Playing with her clit, your other hand massaging her thigh, wondering what it would feel like to be squeezed by them.
Her breats pressed against the wall, her hands laid flatly on either side of the mirror grabbing hopelessly at the wall.
A string of curses fell from her mouth as you picked up the pace, one hand pumping in and out while the other circled her clit. Big movements, small movements, faster, slower, any combination that made her knees buckle under her sliding down the wall. She started to whimper, looking down at her her breats pushed tightly against the wall making them pool on the top. You started to slow down “Show me what you do.” You whispered in her ear, leaving trails of sloppy kisses from the bottom of her ear and down her neck.
Her hips buckled feeling for your touch and when she was found with none she reached down to find your hand. One hand still pumping in and out of her while the other left faint touches over her clit. She grabbed your hand and rubbed her clit with it faster.
Your hand was drenched with cum dripping from your fingers. “Oh fuck please don’t stop please.” She said breathlessly.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” You said keping up her rhythm, her muscles twitched around your fingers. You could feel her start coming around your fingers, her moans were unintallable and so loud it was all you heard. She came, her warm twitching body against your own, sweat sticking her hair to her skin. Your pace on her clit didn’t let up, you were relentless.
“I don’t think I can go again” She whispered, tears stinging her eyes. You took your fingers out of her, walking her to the bed. As soon as she sat down she let her weight bring her down to the bed collapsing from exhaustion. You turned around grabbing her a glass of water, filling it from the pitcher from the other table. The other table that didn’t have the best time of their life, at least not today.
Turning around you placed the cup of water in her hand “You taste amazing. Maybe next time I can get a good taste.” You said putting your face inches away from hers, so close you could smell her and she could smell herself from your lips.
After all of that her face change to beat red. “What about you? I didn’t touch you.” She said already reaching towards you. Your clit ached and you tried to ignore the wet cum trailing down your leg.
You grabbed her hand and placed it on her breats “If you touched me, you might drive me wild and you’ll never get rid of me.” you sighed looking down at her, your eyes looking over her body.
You went towards your clothes reaching into your bag. Clinking of coins against each other filled the silence in the room, your fingers graced against objects, coins and knives finally finding what you were looking for. Taking out a small seashell that had been made into a necklace, that matched your own.
Walking towards her you sat on the edge of the bed. “If you ever need me. Just blow here and I’ll come running.” You said placing it gently in her hand.
She turned it over between her fingers, bringing it closer to the flame “What is it?” she said looking up at you.
She laughed “I can see that. But what does it do?” she asked, bringing it closer to her face trying to figure out how to use it, afraid she might be missing something completely obvious.
You lightly took it from her hands “It sends me a message, I don’t really know how it works some mermaid friends of mine gave it to me.” you shrugged, flashes of memories going through your mind remembering exactly how you got those seashells.
She looked up at you with bright eyes “You’re friends with mermaids?” she whispered like there was someone else that could hear this amazing secret only you and her shared.
You laughed to yourself “Yea. Friends” you said shrugging your shoulders. “Whenver you need me again. Just blow.” you whispered rubbing your thumb over her lips gently.
She propped herself up from the bed with her hand “You’re leaving? What if I need you now?” she pleaded, unconsciously pushing her breasts out enticing you in.
You smiled, trying your best to look at her eyes and only. At her eyes. “I don’t want to wear you out in one night.” “Do yourself a favor and don’t see anyone else, at least not for now.” You said pulling your pants on, your shirt going over your head.
“Or what you’ll kill me?” she scoffed dropping back into her bed , feeling the seashell in her hands watching you tug on your boots and gathering your things in a clean swoop.
You leaned over, brushing a strand of loose hair behind her ear “No never. But I don’t promise the same for your friend.” you winked, walking out of the house leaving your new friend at a lost for words.
Putting on your coat and your hat you nodded at a few guys walking past you with the same untucked shirts just like you, both of you giving eachother a look, a laugh and a wave knowing exactly what had just happened.
“The entire bloody kingdom could hear you screaming and yapping.” Peter said emerging from the shadows, his face hot from anger or arousal you didn’t know and you don’t really care.
You rolled your eyes at him you didn’t know if he was a perv or a prude “You’re such a creep lurking in the shadows.” you scoffed leaning against a wall knowing this could take a while “Besides. They weren’t my screams.” you smirked crossing your arms over your chest.
Peter stepped closer, his nose scrunching as he did “You smell like. Well like.” he said flustered, knowing what your words were going to be as soon as his own words finished leaving his mouth.
You gave him a big smile “Pussy? Yup taste like it too.” you gave a little shrugged leaning against the wall looking up a head “Not that you would know anything about it.” you laughed .
Peter walked to stand in front of you “I was married once.” he blurted out wanting to be on your level even just for a little bit.
You scrunched your eyebrows letting out a quick huff “What to a little boy.” you said
His face fell “There’s no convincing you that I’m not a giant pervert huh.” he said, feeling defeated wondering where his quick quips and witty remarks when he needed them.
You pushed yourself off the wall stepping closer to Peter “Tell me do I look stupid to you?” you said getting in his face, anger rising inside of you.
A smile creeped across Peters face “You look gorgeous to me.” he said sincerely.
Your nose and mouth twisted in disgust “Yuck. Grow up” You said, peter pissing you off each passing second. “I heard your little bullshit back there.” you said shoving your finger in his face.
Peter reached to push your hair out of your face “What bullshit?” he said, you swatted his hand away not wanting him to touch you even the slightlest bit.
You stood taller “The soulmate bullshit.” you said placing your extended fingers on his chest shoving him backwards after each word.
He shook his head “It’s not bullshit.” he said hurt.
You scoffed at his reaction “You really think I’m going to fall at your feet? What do you want Peter? You want me to swoon?” you teased turning him around “Oh catch me Peter I feel faint. By the great heavens im slipping catch me in your strong arms.” you said fanning yourself, stepping closer making Peter to stumble slightly backwards.
You pushed him against the wall, your forearm pressing his shoulders against the jagged stone wall “Listen to me. And listen to me well.” you said between gritted teeth, grabbing at your knife the polished metal glittering under the moon light “You don’t know me. You don’t want to get to know me. Whatever or hoever you think I am you’re wrong.” you said shoving the knife into his face hoping it would scare him enough to save you a fight.
His eyes never looked at the knife, never leaving your eyes “I know who you are.” he whispeed to you.
You scoffed slightly shaking your head, squinting your eyes accusingly at him “You really don’t. You think you do but you don’t.” you whispered to him, not knowing if he was just stupid or just dense.
“Then tell me who you are.” he said, moving closer to you, the blade of your knife digging into the soft flesh on his cheek.
You didn’t give in, you push it harder his cheek trickling small drips of blood “A dangerous person. An evil person.” you said
Peter looked into your eyes, searching for some hint of a lie, a bluff but he didn’t find any “I’m dangerous. People fear me.” He said, hoping you found the same sincerity in his eyes like he found in yours.
Digging your fingers into his shoulders “Whatever you want to believe pretty boy.” You scoffed pusing him harder against the wall, leaves rustled around you.
You turned around, slashing your knife down, “What the fuck!” someone yelled stepping closer to the light, grasping at their face.
“I told you. Don’t fuck with me again or I’ll give you a matching scar.” You said pointing your knife up at Felix whos hatred for you was all but spilling out of him.
He clenched his jaw “You smell like cunt.” he scoffed, rolling his eyes and stepping next to Peter.
You shrugged “So I’ve heard” You smiled at Felix pissing him off even more, if that was even possible. You turned to Peter “Leave me alone Pan or I’ll make sure you regret it.” you threatened pointing the blade opf your knife towards Peter.
Peter let his head tilt to the side “Come on princess just give me a chance. I’ll make it worth your while.” he smiled walking quickly behind you trying to catch up.
You came to a halt, your boots tracking up dust with them. “Sorry Pan but you can’t rent me out like a wench, I sleep whoever I chose to and you are far from what I would choose to do.” you griminched looking at him
“That’s not what I meant! I’ll do the whole courtship! I’ll take you wherever you want!” Peter said urgently trying to search for the correct words, not sure what the correct words were with you exactly.
“Piece of advice Peter. Don’t fall in love or lust or whatever you’re doing.” You said making little circles at peter “It’s well…” you took a deep breath “Pathetic” you said flatly yurning around walking away from Peter and Felix.
“Felix would I be mad for taking her face?” Peter said dreamily as he pointed at the general direction where you had your little friend.
Felix rolled his eyes, damming his luck for having this girl out of all the thousands of girls Peter could’ve possibly been with “Do you honestly want me to answer?” He huffed running his finger across his cut.
Peter’s eyes never left you, watching you attentively as you walked off “I need to be with her.” Peter said tightening his jaw, pissed that this was all getting too complicated too early on.