The atmosphere in the room was relaxed; the sound of people talking and the occasional laughter echoed through the hallway as Pan reluctantly made her way towards the living room.
While she approached the room, Pan realized there were more people in there than she had anticipated. In addition to the voices of her father, Bulma and Trunks she could make out those of Bra and Vegeta. Her heart sank in her chest, but she didn't want to admit that Trunks got to her, so she pushed open the door and entered the spacious room with a confident smile on her face.
"Hey, sweetie!"
Bulma gestured for Pan to sit down opposite her and Bra, they were sitting on one of the luxurious sofa's. To Pan's surprise, the men had taken their seat at the other end of the room. On closer inspection, however, her surprise diminished when she saw that the trio were enjoying a late night snack.
Gohan waved at her from the food – laden table and Pan waved back, stealing a quick glance at the man she'd been showering with a little while ago. Anger boiled up inside her, so she quickly took her seat.
Bulma beamed at her and asked Pan how she was enjoying college life so far.
"I hope you're not like your dad and are actually engaging in other things besides studying," she joked.
"Oh, I have fun from time to time," Pan replied. "There's this great bar close to campus, which I frequent with some college buddies."
"Student discount, I bet, " Bra chipped in.
Pan winked at the women in front of her and they shared a laugh.
"What's so funny?"
Goosebumps formed on her arms as she heard his voice, soon followed by a blush on her cheeks from embarrassment.
"Get a grip," she thought to herself.
The men had finished eating; Gohan sat down next to his daughter, Trunks vacated one of the arm chairs and Vegeta merely leaned against the sofa near Bulma.
"Nothing," Pan quickly interjected. While her parents were fairly lenient, they didn't necessarily need to know about her drinking habits.
The conversation turned to the day's events and everyone shared their thoughts, praised Bulma and, of course, Trunks as well. Pan was sat across him, but at an angle which allowed her to regard him inconspicuously. She noted how his smugness seemed to increase by the minute.
"He was always one to enjoy a compliment," she thought to herself.
Pleasantries and small talk continued on for a while, until Pan yawned unexpectedly and loudly.
"Excuse me," she said with a chuckle.
Bulma responded by suggesting everyone should probably head off to bed.
"Today was a pretty tiring, but pleasant day. I think we all deserve a good night's rest," she exclaimed.
Pan and Trunks exchanged looks as she said this, only adding to the already excruciating tension in Pan's stomach.
To her surprise, Trunks stood up first. He stretched tentatively and announced his approval of his mother's plan before exiting the room. The others quickly followed, so Pan got up too, said her good-nights and reluctantly made her way to her designated room for the night.
Pan felt restless as she crawled into bed, she was hot and still aroused. Gazing at the ceiling, she half-expected Trunks to sneak into her room. After a while, though, she started to doubt whether that would happen.
She kicked the sheets off of her in defiance, annoyed and slightly offended at this realization. For a minute she contemplated surprising him in his room, instead.
"No, he doesn't deserve it. Jackass," she mumbled to herself.
Despite Pan's anger at Trunks, she quickly realized she was still in need of some gratification. While the sex had been amazing, she was not quite satisfied yet.
"And how could I be after that horrible teasing in the shower?"
Pan's mind wandered off to the particular scene.
Horrible, but delicious...and not enough.
With a sigh Pan placed one arm over her head and slowly trailed her other hand down her ribcage and over the soft skin of her lower body. The sensation instantly reminded her of the exhilarating shower earlier; adding to the delicious tension now building up deep inside her. As her hand slipped between her legs, Pan's mind conjured up a titillating image of Trunks.
She imagined him fresh out of the shower, still dripping wet and running a towel through his messy hair. This time he wasn't in a hurry to leave. He looks at Pan seductively through the mirror, making no attempt to cover up his naked body.
Pan moaned silently to herself while imagining her hand roaming over his bare, smooth backside.
Trunks turns around, his erection standing firm, and leans back against the bathroom sink. Slowly, with one hand leaning on the cold marble, he firmly grabs hold of his penis and starts to rhythmically stroke himself.
In the same rhythm, Pan moved her hand up and down, her middle finger applying just the right amount of pressure. In her current heated state, it didn't take long for her orgasm to start building. As the first wave of pleasure hit, she moaned softly, tilting her head back and grabbing the pillow with her free hand.
A short, sudden knock on the door abruptly ends her moment of ecstasy prematurely.
Pan is still flushed from her half-orgasm, internally screaming in frustration, when another, louder knock follows.
With a sigh of exasperation, she grabbed her shirt from the floor and made her way towards the door. She opened the door while straightening her minimal clothing and looked up to find a familiar face staring back at her.
"I couldn't sleep," Trunks murmurs quietly, but with a clear undertone of seduction. His hands were in the pockets of his slacks, chest bare, and he just stared at her intently.
"Me neither."
Without a second thought, Trunks grabbed Pan, kissed her hard and directed her into the room, kicking the door closed with a swift movement of his foot.
As he pushed her up against the wall, he quickly removed her shirt and pinned Pan's hands above her head. Out of breath, both looked at each other with intense lust. Leaning down to kiss her once more, Trunks placed one of his legs in between her legs and moved his hand slowly across her arm, to her hips and finally between her legs.
Deep, long moans escaped Pan's lips as Trunks finished what she herself had started.
"That didn't take long," he whispered into her ear.
"I didn't think you'd show up, so I started without you," Pan managed to say in gasps. A cheeky grin forming on her face.
Keeping her eyes fixed on his, Pan placed her hands in Trunk's sides and slid them down to hook her thumbs into the hem of his pants. He went in for another kiss as she slid the clothing down, both the slacks and boxers, freeing his erection.
Before Pan could do anything at all, Trunks grabbed her by the buttocks and lifted her up against the wall.
Both moaned as he slid inside her, slowly.
Wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, Pan ligtly yanked Trunks's hair and bit his lip hard. In response, Trunks thrust harder and deeper into her, initiating a steady rhythm.
I couldn't not finish it.
I wanna write some more one - shots, if you have any ideas, feel free to pitch them to me.
