Trunks X Pan Novels & Stories

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.

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.

He looked me over making sure I wasn't injured seeing my still glow subsiding tattoos. "May I see them?" Trax asked holding my ankles in his gloved hands. I gave a nod. "They're just like Sarin's only prettier and easier to hide," I told him as he rolled up my loses pant legs into shorts. Sarin gave a laugh remembering when I'd walk him into walls and trip him over things to sell the whole blind thing because his whole face would be covered in a scarf to hide his tattoos. I laughed inside my head as hard as he was.

" 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.

I pointed to the floor where a small circular opening was slowly lifting up. It's a trapdoor!" Bex said. The hole in the floor was now large enough for us to fit through, and we climbed down into what looked like some sort of secret room. There were no windows or doors, and there was only one item in it: an old-fashioned wooden trunk with a padlock on it. A metal key was sticking out from the lock, and Bex grabbed it. We both held our breath as she stuck it in and turned, slowly unlocking the trunk. When she lifted the lid, I gasped in surprise. The trunk was full of money. It looked like hundreds of different currencies—all neatly stacked together in neat piles. "That's why the students wer

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

Panic flares hot through my chest, and a hysterical breakdown threatens to overwhelm me. If I weren’t scared out of my mind, I’d actually appreciate how attractive Xander is. He has longish, dark brown hair, and strands fall over his forehead, making him look like one of the bad boys Papa Rocky Ace always warned me about. His eyes are brown with golden flecks giving me the impression he’s a jokester. He’s not dressed in a suit like Olga’s other guards but is wearing black cargo pants, a black t-shirt, and boots. There are tattoos on the back of his hands running all the way up his forearms, where I can see his veins snaking beneath his skin.

“You’d pay for this, Suka.” I laugh hard, can’t help it. It makes my chest swell. Only me breaks him like this. Only Bunny. His phone buzzes. He ignores it. It buzzes again, but the fucker is hell bent on getting his dick up to ruin me? Get his ego back? Funny. “Come on, Panther!” Tristan jerks his shaft, slow, tired. “Fucking rise, you fucker!” Again. It doesn't. I chuckle. "Check it.”

Exchanging a look with Ryan, he nudged him before they both drifted closer. “Hey, bro, you seem off. What’s the matter?” Ryan asked. “I… met a girl today,” Trunks admitted shyly. Both Ryan and Alejandro immediately perked up, their curiosity ignited. “Oh really?” Alejandro grinned. “How was she?” “Did you talk to her?” Ryan added eagerly. “What’s her class?” Alejandro asked, smirking. Trunks adjusted his glasses, his cheeks turning faintly pink. “We’re in the same course,” he said softly. “We met earlier this morning — she helped me when I fell. Later, we ran into each other again at the library and she kind of… kissed me.”