Trying to do a Seven-shot (I have no clue if that word even exists) with the element of seven deadly sins. Sorry in advance for the grammatical errors, English Is not my first language.
Oh and I own nothing.
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Chapter 1: Fornicatio.
Lust: To have a Intense desire or need to someone's body or belongings.
It all began with a Red blouse
Weird, right? I mean, it's not like I ever really noticed Pan before. Don't get me wrong, I didn't not notice her, I just never really cared all that much. She was quiet Tomboyish and immature and cute, you know kid sister type. Not my type. If you know what I mean. And then she donned that suit and suddenly I realized she was there. And not just there, but very, very female.
"Hey, stranger, long time, no see." My eyes are drawn to the sumptuous form of Pan Son, my best friend (sort of) as she walks up to my office desk.
She dresses as she is—impeccable, sharp, classy, yet so damn sexy it makes my mouth water. Her red silk blouse is tastefully buttoned, revealing few inches of tanned skin below her collarbone (And cleavage). And those Red "Fuck me" shoes, damn what happen to her sneakers?
"Pan son what are you doing here in my office in a business suit?"
"Why Trunks briefs, Can't I just meet my friend in his office? Besides I was checking if you were trying to sneak out of the building again" she replied clearly teasing me.
"Ha ha it's so funny I can't even laugh! Seriously Pan what's up?"
"Nothing much. Just wanted to see you and talk to you about something... My new job actually."
"Oh interesting. Lil Panny-chan got a job" I raised my eyebrow, teasing her back.
She was fuming now, clearly annoyed, She braced her hands on the table, leaning forward. And I have a whole new esteem for gravity—because it's that force that causes her blouse to pull away from her body, giving me a delectable view of her stunning tits encased in delicate black lace.
"I am not 'Little Panny-chan' as you say it anymore Trunks."
Clearly. I can see that. I wondered what the color of her nipples might be. Lucidity washed over me and I jerked in surprise. Good God, was I really having this fantasy right now? About Pan? What was wrong with me? Focus. I needed to focus or I might actually do something I will regret. And, let's face it, while sex could be fun, I wasn't ready to face the consequences a.k.a Gohan beating me to a pulp and feeding me to Ikaras. I shuddered at the thought and took my eyes off her ti... I mean where it was before. I am sure she saw what effect she had on me and walked around the desk.
"You work so hard Trunks. Here, let me help." Pan said as she moved behind me. She placed her hands on both of my shoulders near my neck and began to gently massage them.
"Gah that feels good," I said as I dropped my head down and began to relax into the touch.
"There's nothing like a good massage after a hard day's work," Pan laughed.
"Oh yea…I could learn to love them," I said breathlessly, surprised by my voice. The more the Pan massaged my shoulders, the more I began leaned into the touch.
"You like that?" Pan asked sexily, leaning down to whisper into my ear.
"Ye…yea…it feels so…good," I said with a shiver, discreetly adjusting my pants. I could feel her hot breath around my ear as she kissed my neck and bit down softly at my ear.
"Miss son are you trying to seduce me?."
"I thought you would never ask Mr. Briefs." Pan said softly and i pulled her into my lap. Her milk chocolate eyes beautified by the thick lashes contact with mine. Her round cheeks flushed like red cherries.
My office was quiet. I could hear the muffled sounds of ringing telephones and voices through the closed door. A slightly audible grunting noise escaped from Pan's partially-opened mouth.
We stay like this for a few seconds, before she plead, "Just fucking kiss me already!"
Our mouths then crash into each other. I feel my blood pulsing through my veins, the hairs standing up on my arms and hear the rain hitting the window hard outside. It was a kiss like no other. We parted for a moment and rested our cheeks against each other, both of us breathing heavily Without breaking apart.
"It worked!" Pan yelled suddenly.
"What worked?" I asked. Confused.
"My seduction technique." She said with a grin on her face. Oh you are so dead Pan Son. I don't care who your dad is anymore.
Pan's POV:
I wasn't truly like this, I swear. I don't seduce random strangers or my friends, I don't seduce period. But at the same time, I did savor my talent in the theatre. So instead of regretting my decision to take part in any of this, I was so fully immersed in my role that I found myself nonchalantly entering his office, In the mean while, the self anointed sex god pushed himself (and me) off the chair, indubitably furious. His hand whipped out and grabbed mine. I simply stared foreword.
"What just happened? Pan tell me!" He said clearly furious.
" Sure, we can talk." I explained, suddenly intimidated by his behavior. I almost flinched. His face was blazing with wrath, and I feared the only reason he wasn't tearing me limb to limb with his teeth was the fact that we were in his office surrounded by other employees. It wasn't supposed to end up like this! I am screwed.
"Err..you know I always loved theatre along with fighting right? So I got a chance in 'this' theatre and they wanted me to seduce the male lead in the play who is a hot playboy billionaire and I had no experience whatsoever so I kind of sort of used you. I AM SO SORRY PLEASE DONT TELL MY DAD!."
" This entire time-" His low tenor growled, as his large hands wriggled to strangle something. Yet he never allowed himself to yell. " You were pretending."
I nodded, large eyes wide in innocent amusement. I honestly shouldn't have tried to provoke him though.
His strong jaw became prominent as he mashed his teeth together, Blue eyes flickering back and forth in a struggle to quell his rapid emotions.
" Why?" He challenged.
I couldn't help but let out a tittering laugh. I just couldn't be bothered with this at the moment, so I turned away to leave him there in his current state of being. He grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me back.
" Why?" His voice seethed, letting me know that walking away wasn't an option. I winced at his strength.
" Because." I returned his intensity, and stepped up to him. " You treat others as if they're toys, as if they can easily be tossed aside. You did that with Marron and she is my friend. You can't just get away with something like that plus it helped me to rehearsal for my character on the show." And I got the chance to kiss you. I added mentally.
" What are you? Batman?" He seemed incredulous. Then he began to laugh, mocking my reason as if I were a child pulling some annoying antic. " Maybe if your friends weren't such whores and launched themselves at everything that walked, they wouldn't find themselves hurt."
" Maybe if you didn't try so hard, like some desperate prostitute, they wouldn't pity you enough to give you a chance." He truly was so full of bullshit. Sometimes I couldn't stomach the things he fed me. I can't believe I had crush on him OUAT!
" This is different." He snarled, cupids bows quivering in the tremor of his anger. I pulled against his iron grip, uncomfortable with the vice of his aggression.
" Oh is it?" I mused, thoroughly enjoying his loss of self control. " I used you like you do every girl. I made you believe what I wanted to then took it all away. The only difference is this time the stick is up your ass and not some poor girl you deceived into being your fuck buddy. And why don't you look at the bright side you indirectly helped me!"
Perhaps it was my calm demeanor in the face of his physical threat, or perhaps the smug edge my words that had developed with every insult I flung to him, but he yanked me fully into his grasp and slammed me against the desk. I felt my back bruise with a rolling burn. Lifting my head to shoot him a glare, I found that he was already inches away, hot breath emaciating his resentment towards me.
" This wasn't like all the other girls." I vexed myself for flinching, as forceful and searing as his words were. " I. . ."
He stopped himself, eyes locked onto mine and unblinking as he searched for the rest of his sentence in me. He appeared pained and uncomfortable, and I saw his obsidian eyes glimmer as his lashes lowered in thought. I wanted to spit an obscenity, to ridicule his dramatic behavior. But I had lost my voice. It was only the tender soreness of my arms growing under his finger tips which reminded me of my anger.
" You what?" I demanded. " This was different because you what?"
He bit his lip. It wanted it to bleed. Than he smirked. SMIRKED!
"You have no idea what you have done Pan Son. Just see what I do next." He whispered against my neck as he gently licked and sucked my neck. It's going to leave a hicky. Damn him! I felt my face grow hot and fought the urge to collapse onto the ground. What had I gotten myself into?
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So first chapter of seven deadly sins. Lust. I hope you loved it. Review lovely readers :)