Trunks X Reader Novels & Stories

Maybe. Josh pushes himself up from the floor. I bite my lip, aware of him walking towards the bookshelves but still too stuck in my head to do anything. "Yes!" I spin around, seeing Josh grab a book off the shelf. "Oh! And this one for sure! Mmmm maybe this one, Xavier seems like he could be the kinky type." Kinky? He comes back over to me, handing me three books. "I think these will give you a better reference." I raise a brow, hesitantly taking them from him. "These two," he taps on two of them, "are realistic and sweet. Reminds me of you two. This one," he taps the third, a devious smile growing on his face, "is what I bet Xavier is like in bed."

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.

I smirked, flipping it open to the first page, 'Snowbound Enemies: A Hate-Fuck Holiday'. Fuck, the title alone had my cock stirring in my sweatpants. As I started reading her words in my deep rumble, her hand casually drifted to my thigh, nails tracing lazy circles. "I stumbled through the blizzard... Jax Coulter, the smug bastard..." Her story poured out, rivals turned sex-enemies, stripping in the cold, brutal hate-fucks in the snow. The dirty banter leaped off the page. "Take it, you thieving bítch, my cock's owning this pússy!" My voice grew rougher with each line, dick thickening painfully against the fabric as I pictured it, her as that fiery Kingston, me as the dominant Coulter, pound

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Xana met my every thrust, clawing at my back and raising her legs up into the air. I pushed up to my knees and positioned her legs over my shoulders as I continued pistoning in and out of her gripping orifice and noticed that Treph was fingering herself wildly and moaning as loud as Xana. Treph leaned down and started kissing Xana while fondling her tit and squeezing her nipple. I stroked my hand over Treph's firm, round butt and ran my finger between her pussy lips and into her hot snatch.

“H-hum… no, that’s not—it’s not like that.” “Don’t worry,” she said softly, her tone suddenly gentle. “I won’t bite. My name is Angelique.” He hesitated, then finally met her eyes. “You can call me… Trunks,” he said shyly. Angelique’s gaze dropped to the book in his hand. “Oh! Is that Sarcophage? I love this book.” “You’ve read it?” he asked, sounding genuinely surprised. “Yeah, I have. I read a lot. Actually, reading is one of my hobbies,” she said casually.