Written by  CoinOperatedGirl666 on Deviantart

Smut warning!!!

A gasp fell from your lips as your back hit the trunk of a large tree, allowing Pan to trap you in his arms. You had come out to the middle of the jungle to think, and Pan had followed, wanting to know why you were mad at him before. He had apologized, something you didn't think the leader of Neverland capable of doing, and before you could comprehend it, his lips were on yours and his hands were gripping your hips and all coherent thought had fled your mind in a melted heap.

Your arms wound around his neck as he peppered kisses down your jaw and neck. Your head fell back to allow him better access, your breath fleeing your lungs in heavy pants, your fingers tangling in his sandy brown hair. His hands skimmed down your sides, grazing over your ass before gripping the backs of your thighs. In a second, he lifted you into the air, spreading your legs enough for you to wrap them around his waist. He hummed in satisfaction as the movement allowed him to further pin you to the tree, keeping you trapped.

Not that you had any intention of leaving this position even if you could.

His teeth grazed the base of your neck and you shuddered, biting your lip to stifle a moan.

He could hear your hesitation and he frowned. "We're pretty far into the jungle, aren't we?"

You nodded wordlessly, too lost in the sensation of his hands slipping under your shirt and rubbing your bare sides to form a proper response.

"Then I would think you should have no opposition to letting me hear you," he growled against your neck, dragging his tongue across your skin.

Another gasp left your lips but you refused to give in. "Hear me what?" you inquired, playing dumb.

"I want to hear those noises you're trying to stifle," he clarified, biting down on your neck where it met your shoulder. Your mouth fell open in silent pleasure. He began sucking on that spot and you couldn't hold back anymore. A rather loud moan, a mix of all the moans you'd been holding back, ripped through your lips as your head fell back against the tree.

He grinned. "That's more like it, love."

Using your legs around his waist as leverage, he wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you away from the tree. Before you could ask, you were lying on the leafy ground with Pan hovering above you, still nestled between your legs.

He gripped the top of your shirt with both hands and pulled, tearing the fabric in half, revealing your chest. He could have easily snapped his fingers and made the material disappear, but you knew he very much enjoyed tearing your clothes off when he had the time.

He unbuckled your corset and tossed it aside, letting your shirt fall open to expose your entire front. You weren't shy, not anymore. The first time you two had been intimate, you tried to hide yourself. But his consistent gaping and gawking at your naked body assured any doubts you had, and you were more than happy to let him see you naked more often.

He pinned your hands above your head, leaning down to pepper kisses across your chest. You arched your back, offering him more of your torso, and he grinned. He snapped his fingers to remove the fabric altogether, leaving your torso completely bare. He then dipped his head and took one of your breasts into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your hardening nipple. You whimpered at the sensation, a familiar heat tingling between your legs.

He pulled back long enough to murmur, "Louder, love," before going back to attending your breast. When he began sucking, your walls broke and you moaned shamelessly. You had tried to hold it in, to make him work for it, but it didn't take much for him to have you writhing in pleasure beneath him.

He trailed kisses down your torso, pausing to nibble here and there, leaving love marks all over your skin. When he got to your leather pants, he pulled at the waistband with his teeth, ripping the material. With another snap of his fingers, the remains of your pants and your panties were gone.

"We're a little uneven," you panted, though you didn't really mind. The less clothing you wore, the more pleasure you received, so you were alright with being the only one without clothes.

He released your hands, allowing you to slide them under his tunic. Your hands gently glided across his toned torso, and you grinned when you felt him shudder under your touch. He helped you pull the shirt from his head before prying of his pants and boxers, leaving you both equally nude.

He settled between your legs again, pinning your arms above your head. You responded eagerly when he leaned down to capture your lips, tugging your lower lip between his teeth. You groaned softly as he began sucking on your lip, using it to distract you while he pushed into you. You moaned shamelessly as he filled you, a feeling you had come to very much enjoy. He grinned against your mouth as he began thrusting and you no longer held back your sounds of approval.

Your legs returned to their original position around his waist, allowing him to plunge into you at a better angle, hitting your spot with every thrust. You moaned with every movement of his hips, lifting your own hips to meet him and add to the pleasure. He groaned softly, burying his face in your neck, biting the skin there.

Keeping your hands pinned with one of his, his other hand tangled in your hair, roughly pulling it. You moaned in surprise as he used the leverage to tilt your head back, giving him more access to leave marks. His thrusts sped up, building that knot inside you. You could feel it tightening but you didn't want the sensations to end.

"You're mine," he growled into your ear, taking the lobe between his teeth. You nodded as best you could, your hands digging into the dirt above your head. You couldn't hold back your noises of pleasure if you tried. Every breath you took ended in a sound falling from your lips, no matter how loud. That was the effect Pan had on you. You just couldn't be quiet.

"I love hearing you," he groaned, soft moans falling from his lips in tune with yours. You knew it turned him on to hear you moan, which was why you made him work for it.

A couple more well-angled and very rough thrusts and you came undone. The knot inside you burst, your orgasm overwhelming you. You practically screamed as Pan continued slamming into you, helping you through your orgasm. His followed soon after and he buried himself inside you, his face in your neck.

You panted heavily as his hips slowed to a stop and he collapsed on top of you. He released your hands and you rested one on his head, playing with his hair.

"You're mine," he murmured, kissing your jaw.

You chuckled. "Yes, yours."

Back at camp, all of the boys were staring intently into the jungle. The younger ones were confused, the older ones were jealous, and Felix sat by the fire, smirking to himself and thinking of what to say when you and Pan returned to the island.