Sex and Candy Ch. 5

This is gonna be a little bit of an M. If this is going too fast, uh sorry but haha this just came to mind, kinda fits in my opinion. Sorry for all that don't approve and such regarding what she has gone through. I don't own Peter Pan, I only own Yuna. Enjoy this chapter. I'm almost done with journal stuff before I focus on my FD crossovers and then I'll take it from there xD

I could tell Peter was inexperienced, so I went sensually slow, part his sweet lips and stroking his tongue with mine. This oddly felt right, somehow. Is this what true passion feels like? This is crazy, I barely know him a day and I feel this way.

Peter was hesitant at first, but eventually mimicked what I did. This boy is fine and hot, I have to admit that. He makes me wanna rip our clothes off and screw like there's no tomorrow. Whoa, that sounded dirty and did I just think that? The best song that fits the situation right now is "Sex and Candy." Yeah, that's a cool song.

"Yu-Yuna." He panted. His hands were on my waist.

"Yes Peter?" I whispered seductively in his ear.

Peter's breath hitched. I pressed my breasts against his chest, which in turn, made him gasp.

"Have you ever done this with a girl before?" I asked innocently while running my hands down his toned chest. I don't know what the hell I'm doing right now.

"N-n-n-no." his eyes were closed, his grip on my waist grew tighter.

"Don't be scared, touch me." I whispered. I don't know what's compelling me to say these things. It oddly feels right, I don't know why.

As soon as I said that, Peter lifted me on onto his lap and began to tease my neck. I placed my hands on his shoulders and leaned in more. The noises that came from me were foreign, and it made Peter bold enough to go lower, above my breast area. I never knew this could be quite enjoyable, it feels so good. It's a good thing I'm wearing a bra right now. My hands wove themselves into his soft, brown hair.

"Take it off." I growled.

I'm starting to feel like an easy girl pleasuring her pimp. I mean, I'm acting like a fucking prostitute.

Boy does this boy have gifted hands. They're slowly going up and down my sides, teasing, making me crave for more of his soft touches. Am I in heaven or in a good never-ending dream? Yo, when did my tank top go off?

"Uh." Peter blushed.

"Not yet, not until I see you first." I quickly took his shirt off and tossed it alongside my tank top.

Are you serious, is he really a boy? He's got perfect abs. I couldn't restrain myself; I left a trail of kisses, marking my territory. Ok I did not just think or say that. Being the man, naturally he wanted control. He pushed me down lightly, so that I was on the floor, conveniently on top of a bed.

"How do you take this strappy thingy off." I chuckled at him.

With one hand and a pop, I unclasped my bra, bearing all. My face started burning like I was on fire. Suddenly, the memories of what my stepfather did entered my mind. I realized that I was in a similar situation except, I was consenting. The memories clouded the passion and without a second thought, I pushed Peter from me roughly as I hastily went to get dressed.

Peter's POV

I was dumbfounded. Absolutely dumbfounded. Now I have a weird feeling inside that I wanted her to continue what she was doing. I had to find her before Hook does. I hastily flew out in search of Yuna. After about twenty minutes of searching for her, I saw her sitting by herself, humming a song.

"Yuna," I called out hesitantly.

"I'm sorry Peter. I shouldn't have made you do that." She looked pained.

"Don't feel bad, I went with it too." I sat next to her. The weir d sensation in my chest started to grow by the second. "What were you humming?" I was trying to distract myself.

"A lullaby my mom used to play so I could fall asleep. She doesn't do that anymore." A lone tear landed on the ground.

"Sorry I asked." I felt sad seeing her this way.

"Don't be. She wiped her tears away quickly. "Since you're here, you're probably curious about my past since you know nothing about me. Want to listen?" she had a desperate look in her eyes, like she was asking for someone to help her.

"Sure, if you want to. Don't push yourself if you don't want to."

"No, it's ok. I want someone to know, and I think you'd be great at listening. Just promise me you won't tell the boys ok."

"I promise." I squeezed her hand reassuring her.