Trunks X Pan Novels & Stories

"I was born to do that." Trent came as an escort to this event because he was the only one I could come with. I wanted Troy to be my escort but he was coming with Luce so Trent offered. He is now walking on one crutch. He looks dapper in a pink coat and white shirt with pink don't - touch pants and black leather loafers. His hair has gel on it and has been shaved on the sides. He looks like a whole snack. Sadly, we are just PURELY friends.

Before graduation, my boyfriend, Ethan Johnson and I planned a cross-country road trip. My roommate, Juliet Miller, kindly offered to organize our itinerary. On departure day, her luggage sat in the front seat. Her phone was connected to the car console. The only bed bore a tag ‘Juliet’s Spot.’ Ethan patted my head with a casual smile. “Juliet gets carsick in the back. Be good and sleep on the roof tent.” Driving through the desert that night, they left me at a gas station to guard our gear while they shot stargazing videos. I waited until dawn. Then Juliet posted a photo in our group chat. She wore my jacket in the passenger seat. Ethan’s arm rested behind her chair. My parents

Third Person's POV Trista took a deep breath and yanked the door open. However, the moment she saw the person standing there, the icy exterior she had built up instantly crumbled, replaced by a flash of panic. "...Xander? How did you find this place?" Xander was holding several boxes of expensive health supplements. He had a tall, lean build that rivaled Cassian's. Dressed in a pure white cashmere turtleneck under a high-end, dark gray tailored coat, he radiated the quiet luxury and refined upbringing of a true high-society pack heir.

Pan’s a Satyr, the top half of a man, and the waist down was all goat. Pan is seven-foot-four, with darkly tanned skin, short curly dark brown hair and a neatly trimmed dark brown beard. He has narrow glowing bright green eyes, a cute upturned nose, and is wearing a dark brown leather waistcoat with small round golden buttons. But he also has goat ears sticking out for the sides of his head, and gently curving horns coming from his forehead, and sweeping back to flick upwards at the tips.

She’d better hope she never has to wear them again. “Well, I have plenty of toys to keep us busy,” Tristan assures me. “And real handcuffs, too. None of that makeshift elderly person drawers business.” He pulls out some cuffs that look long enough to reach from the center of the bed to each of the posts, and there are four of them. They’re black velvet cuffs with black chains, and they are much more of a turn on than the pantyhose Eli found. But in fairness, the pantyhose had done their job.

Him, getting me hard, and all I already knew would follow. These trunks had a double seam from waist to bottoms on both sides, which I hadn’t paid any attention to. Now, while he kept groping my growing boner, his spare hand brushed the initials on my thigh toward the double seam on that side. And I found out it covered small poppers he unfastened halfway up to my hip, loosening the trunks’ leg around my thigh. From then on, his rubbing guided my cock down until the head showed out past the bottoms. He fastened the poppers back, capturing my cock in that awkward position, no matter how much it nodded and tried to point up.

Resting my elbows on a ledge at the far end of the pool, I murmured, “Coming in?” Tristan didn’t answer, and backlit as he was by the raging flame of his axe, I couldn’t see his face. But my answer came as he slipped off his mail, and tossed it aside, shirt and boots following. He was all strong lines and powerful muscle, shoulders broad and waist tapered, and I caught my breath as he carefully unbuckled his belt, anticipation making me clamp my thighs together. He trapped his thumbs in the waist of his soaking trousers, tugging them down. My breath caught

It stings. "Okay," Trist said breathlessly. "I was able to kill a friend then, now I can do it again!" Take it seriously. Trist quickly pulled out a gun, causing Clement to alert and suppressed Trist's surprise of touching the trigger of the gun. And now that Clement and Trist are fighting over guns, neither of them wants to lose.

" It's just me, baby. No body will see you." " I'm not sh.shy or anything. Okay, I'll wear it. ", he says and takes the trunk from my hands, much to my pleasure. He blushes further as I watch him change into it whilst changing myself into a red trunk. I can't take my eyes off his beautiful body and he too can't look away from my abs and chest. But he looks down biting on his lips as my hungry gaze lingers on his milky thighs. The short trunk ends on his thighs revealing most of him to me, making me wanting to do sinful things to him.

She turned to Cindy and said, "Cindy, didn't you always want a Lady Dior? I just got one today and brought it for you. And for you, Jane, your Pandora bracelet—I've got one for you too. Don't worry, there's something for everyone." Cindy clutched the handbag to her chest, practically trembling with excitement. Her eyes sparkled brightly. Just as they were about to shower Yelena with praises, their expressions suddenly froze. They had all heard her thoughts. "Look at my little lapdogs, falling head over heels for some knockoff goods. Ugh, I went through all this trouble to get them into such a prestigious banquet, and look what they're wearing! What kind of trash is this? Standing next to the