Atticus Underwear Novels & Stories

My jaw taut, I lower a frightened fist to my side. “At least being here has one plus, you’re finally learning basic manners.” I lather my tone with mock. “Thanks for knocking.” Joshua zooms to the bed like a quick blue flame, clothed in fresh pyjamas, matching top to bottom with a short sleeve top and three-quarter shorts. I have never seen it before, so it must be in courtesy of Miss Apion. Josh springs up and seats himself at the foot of the bed. Atticus shoves the door close and slides his hands into the pockets of his grey sweatpants.

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.) Colette was not that type of girl to dress up under her clothes with fancy or revealing underwear. All of it was full-coverage, covering her butt. Some of it was more practical, stuff she wore to classes, simple, utilitarian undergarments. She did have some more sexy stuff, a few lace bras and panties, some sexy nighties and camisoles, stuff like that. But, looking at all of this laid out like this, I suppose I could see the argument she was making. I suppose one could say this stuff was a bit on the plain side, but I was never one to complain.

"Come on, it'll be good for you to start your day out with a little movement. I have a very vigorous workout planned.” I peek around the covers to see that Atticus is dressed in nothing more than a hoodie, t-shirt, and teensy tiny shorts that give me a full view of his thighs. I blush as I watch the side to side movement in his pants as he shifts his weight from right to left. Oh gods. I hope he didn't notice me staring at his crotch. "Oh come on, you know you want to!" My mind goes to very naughty places and I feel warm everywhere. Thank god he can’t see me.

From what they were told, they would be right under his belly. Harris approached Atticus as he began unbuttoning his uncomfortable button-down shirt that Harris insisted he wore today. Harris wanted his mate to look good today, so he insisted on dressing Atticus in the nicer clothes he bought him. The larger Alpha groaned and frowned the whole time pulling on the uncomfortable clothes. Harris ignored Atticus’ complaints throughout the day and saw each time he adjusted himself while complaining they were squishing his balls. Harris counted at least three times when Atticus asked how he could wear these ridiculous jeans all the time.

Atticus wasn't annoyed, and simply reached out to help me remove the heavy crown: "Is it heavy? I'll take it off for you." His movements were very efficient, and after removing the crown, he also wanted to help me take off the elaborate mating dress. I felt his care for me, which was a bit unexpected. I was a little embarrassed by his actions, and said I could do it myself, but this mating dress was so gorgeous and cumbersome that I couldn't take it off after trying for a long time. Atticus finally couldn't bear it any longer and smiled lightly: "I'll do it, this mating dress is indeed cumbersome, it's hard to do alone."

She held fresh gerbera daisies and gave them to Alleki. Alleki nodded and smiled as he received the flowers. “Thank you, Attisha.” Attisha Falke looked cute and petite. Her long curly auburn hair was disheveled because she was in a hurry to be here. She wore her signature moss long green skirt with two slits up to her hips on both sides, paired with a tight off-shoulder shirt of the same color, which perfectly complements her tanned skin. “Yulli is on his way, too. He’s just trying to sneak out from the elders.” Attisha said in between her shortness of breath. Among them, she was less athletic. But she performed well to gather secret information around Virina.

It’s too cold to wear shorts. He stands in front of his side of their large closet, just his shirt and underwear on, and jumps slightly in surprise when Dallas comes up behind him to grab his waist. “Can’t decide?” Dallas asks. Clearly he knows Ford too well. He slips his hands under Ford’s shirt to check which underwear he’s got on. They’re nothing exciting, really. Just his black boy-short panties. When he’d bought them, they’d both had a good laugh at the name—somehow the style of underwear made popular for women based on the design of men’s brief shorts had made a full circle, turning into a more feminine-style adjusted back to accommodate the male body.

Then he picked out a few more casual clothes, went to the old place and took 20 shirts and trousers. Aaron has been following her back, helping her carry things and paying. Ready to go home, Aaron stopped there, eyes have been staring at the underpants beside. Looking back , Ada Wood realized that the underwear in the man’s family could no longer be worn. "Miss Wood, is there anything else I can do for you?" Seeing Ada Wood, the shopping guide who received her just now asked her warmly. "Oh, where are your men's underpants?" Ada Wood is a little embarrassed to say . After all, it seems that it's not suitable for her to buy such a private thing.

I stared at the gray undergarment, studying the yellow Batman symbol on it. My mind was bouncing around one thought: Jace Storme liked my underwear. Or at least he'd said. My mind was dancing happily—Jace Storme had liked my underwear!—but my heart was telling me that he was just joking. Nobody, especially not Jace Storme, could like anything I owned. I was a nobody. He was a somebody. No, he was Jace Storme.

The faint smell of ocean breeze drifted in through the slightly open window. Marianne looked effortlessly put together, as always. She wore a light, flowy sundress in a soft coral shade that complimented her skin tone, the fabric cinched gently at the waist. Her hair was tied in a loose braid over one shoulder, and she had simple sandals on. She looked like she belonged to a travel magazine. “I’ll take Atticus downstairs,” she said, reaching out her hand. “You should get ready. The others are already buzzing.” Atticus grabbed her hand instantly. “Let’s go, Nana!”