very important A/N: Does this fic look familiar? It's because it is! Hey guys! It's me, Yuumae. You might not recognize me by my new name, but sadly I could not recover the email linked to my FF and have, as a result, been on hiatus from FF all together for a very long time. It sucks having to repost all this work, but worry not, as I have another chapter for you all. Oh, and you may now call me by my new penname, "kkoom" which also means dream (but in another language). Anyways...welcome back, and I hope y'all enjoy~!
A is for age
"Isn't she too young for him?"
The raven-haired girl walked in confident strides into the building.
"They say he's 11 years her senior,"
Her navy blue skirt swayed side to side; she had just finished school for the day and was on her way to visit him.
"That's indecent!"
It was the first time Pan Son had been in Capsule Corp. since that incident. The incident that had changed her life—whether she liked it or not. And she remembered it, vividly.
"She's still a student…is that even legal?"
It was a cool spring night when he confessed his feelings for her, roses in-hand, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk for everyone to stare. She promised to meet Trunks Briefs and take him out for food, like they always did as close friends; the last thing she expected from the man was a confession. It had in all honestly felt like an unattainable dream…it was too good to be true. The man she'd loved so dearly all her life had told her that he too was in love with her. She was overjoyed and finally felt at ease—similar to having rain after a long drought.
The girl blushed timidly as she recalled what had happened those few weeks ago. Avoiding others' harsh gazes, she walked to the reception desk of Capsule Corp.
"Hello there, Pan," The receptionist grinned as she looked up from her computer screen. The woman looked no older than 30, but after encountering her many times while visiting Trunks, she found out that the woman had recently turned 38. They say age is a curse, but it can also be a gift, she remembered someone say. Age really seemed to be well to Trunks' receptionist, Pan said to herself.
"Good afternoon," Pan smiled warmly, before pulling a nicely wrapped box out of her backpack.
"I got these for you, Isayama-san," Pan handed the lady of box of sweets.
"Oh, Pan-chan, you really didn't need to!" The woman gushed as she grinned widely.
"It's really no problem. There's a nice bakery nearby my school on the way here," Pan nodded.
"I'll give Briefs-sama a call to tell him you're here. You can go ahead," She smiled as she picked up the receiver, with Pan thanking her in response and then making her way to the elevators.
She sighed as the elevator door closed, remembering all the reactions around her when once they knew that she was the one who was with Trunks Briefs. It bothered her sometimes, really it did, but she wouldn't mind it too much. She knew all too well that this would be a result if the two of them were together; It was why she was so hesitant in the first place. What really got her though was the 'he's 11 years her senior' line that she couldn't stop hearing wherever she went.
The doors finally opened and Pan made her way to Trunks' office, knocking on the door before the man opened his wide office doors before her.
"Pan," Trunks' expression lightened as he saw Pan before embracing the girl.
"I've missed you," He mumbled in her hair as he took in her sweet candy-like scent, happy to have the girl of his dreams in his embrace.
"I saw you two days ago, Trunks, what's there to miss?" Pan giggled as his nose brushed lightly against the skin of her neck. He pulled back to get a good look of the girl before him, and then dipping his head down to peck her lips before Pan stepped back.
"What's wrong?" Trunks said as he retracted his arms back to himself.
"We probably shouldn't…here…people might stare," Pan uttered to him as she turned her head back, observing the people who seemed starstruck to the sight before them. Trunks only pouted in response.
"So what if they do?" He said, grinning as he cupped her reddened cheeks before he bended down, planting his lips down onto hers and kissing her tenderly. Hurriedly, Pan pulled back from the kiss, flushed, as she felt like a thousand pair of eyes were watching them.
"Trunks, are you okay with all this? With them seeing you with me?" Pan asked, whispering harshly to the man with her eyes widened, blushing as she tugged on his tie.
"Why would I have a problem with it, Pan?" Trunks raised an eyebrow, letting out a chuckle.
"I mean, y'know, 'cause I'm a lot younger than you…?" Pan started.
"Pan, I could care less about what people think of our age difference." Trunks sighed as he locked Pan and himself behind his office doors.
"Really?" Pan looked up into the man's Cerulean blue eyes.
"Really," He said assuringly before lifting her up and sitting her on his desk.
"…So, how was work?" Pan asked, trying to converse with the man he began to shower her gently with kisses over her face and neck.
"Mm, nothing special," He hummed sweetly against her jawline before pulling back.
He stood between legs, resting his hands on her stocking-clad thighs, before craning his neck forward and capturing her lips hungrily. Pan smiled against his mouth before she pressed her lips back against his, firmly. She dissolved into the warm kiss, wrapping her legs around his torso, and resting his hands atop his broad shoulders as he tilted his head upwards, claiming her lips in a demanding manner. Pan responded in urgency, pulling him even closer to her as she grabbed onto his collar. The two fought for dominance in the kiss for sometime, their mouths leaning passionately and hastily into the other's. Now out of breath, the two then parted lips from one another. The two looked half-liddedly into each others' eyes; Trunks' hot breath hovered heatedly over Pan's lips before her own had found his once again. '
She's too young for him', a voice taunted her in her head. Pan instead ignored it, gasping as his mouth left hers and instead began teasing at her neck. He then started fidgeting with the collar of her uniform. With difficulty, he finally managed to get rid of the distracting bow in the way, before undoing the buttons on her shirt; she hissed as she felt her skin now exposed.
"How was school?" He said as his hands played with her fleshy mounds, still covered by her undergarments. She squirmed under his warm touch; her insides churned with warmth as he caressed her lovingly.
"School was…fine," She spoke shakily before she bit her lip, careful not to sound too loud while still in Trunks' workplace.
"…Fine?" He halted his actions as he looked up at her.
"Yeah, fine," Pan nodded, with a hint of frustration in the tone of her voice as she felt the loss of his touch.
"I'm not convinced. What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong…" Pan started,
"It's just that, people at school think I'm some kind of gold digger now that we're together," She huffed, with Trunks cracking up in response.
"Pan, you can't let those kind of things get to you…you even know that isn't true," Trunks explained to her, still laughing.
"I know, I just need to get used to the fact that we're together now…" Pan averted her gaze from him as she blushed furiously, pursing her lips as she spoke. Trunks smirked in amusement as he observed her adorable reaction. The red in her face deepened even more as he resumed his actions, planting small pecks over her torso. Her hands then became entangled within Trunks' lavender locks as he buried his face in her chest; It felt just splendid to be in each others' embrace. The way he could hear her heart pounding loudly against her chest, all because of him, made him almost lose his sanity. She was his, and he belonged to her.
"Dende, Pan, you're perfect," He spoke, looking passionately into the girl's almond coloured eyes, before his lips returned once more to hers, his hands preoccupied with her mounds as he pulled her bra above her small breasts, now exposing them. Pan then bit Trunks' bottom lip as his fingers rubbed firmly against her now stiffened, supple buds, grasping his hair even tighter.
"Trunks," Pan now panted hotly against his mouth—now having difficulty to suppress the noises coming out of her own mouth—as she felt his growing hardness against her thigh; she then began fumbling with his leather belt. Leaving his lips from hers, he groaned in relief as the tightness in his pants now felt much less restricted. With ease, she undid the zipper to his slacks before resting her hand atop his boxer-briefs.
For some time, the two locked gazes; their minds were only filled with lustful, irrational thoughts now. He loved the way she, Pan Son, a strong-willed fighter, would surrender so helplessly under him as he touched her. With one more tweak of her nipples, Pan let out a whimper, before the hand in his pants grabbed at his clothed member.
"Haah," Trunks moaned in contentment as his complexion reddened. Sloppily crashing his lips against hers yet again, his tongue savagely invaded her mouth. Pan then began to stroke him, still clad in his briefs.
"Dende, Pan," He uttered throatily as he thrust himself in her hands, burying his face into her dark long locks. The way Trunks so easily gave in to her made her feel like she had more power over him now.
She smirked against him, her tongue now against the skin of his neck, before pulling his stiff member out of his pants. Trunks then let out a barbaric noise, before spreading the girl's legs apart over his wide desk, knocking down some pens and papers to the floor as he did so.
Without hesitating, his hand went up Pan's skirt, where he began rubbing two fingers against her clothed folds. She held tightly onto him with her one free hand, bucking eagerly against his fingers as she bit down her moans. Her thumb then began menacing him at the tip of his member, circling around it slowly, in an almost menacing manner.
That was all that was needed for Trunks Briefs to lose his self-control. Swiftly moving the fabric of her pastel pink panties aside, he guided Pan's hand that was holding him towards her opening. Readying herself, Pan encircled her arms around him as he entered her. He had barely unclothed her this time; Dende, He was still fully clothed himself! She'd done this with him a number of times since they started dating but never had she felt so hurried. Though, at the same time, she wouldn't lie and say that she wasn't enjoying the haste in all this. It was as if he was desperate for her, as if he needed her touch.
She cried as he thrust in and out of her, the table creaking under the two. Even the whole intercourse aspect was still somewhat foreign to her; it would take her some time to get used to not cringing in pain for the first few seconds in which he'd bury himself into her. After all, It had been just a few weeks since the two started sleeping together. All in all though, it was worth it, Pan thought to herself as she now smiled in bliss underneath him, as he went in and out of her in fervent motions.
Pan was beyond compare. After all that she was going through, she still stuck with him, regardless of what everyone else said about them. He thrust harder into her as he observed her lithe body, still partly clothed in her navy blue school uniform, panting breathlessly under him. Age…it didn't matter anymore. Never had he felt the way he had when he was with Pan. The way in which she trusted him so dearly, how she cared for him so tenderly…it was all so perfect.
Now eager for release, the two ground into each other briskly as the room filled with the incomprehensible sounds of love-making. With one last thrust of his hips and a cry of his name, the two found their releases. She sighed, now at ease, as the two rode out their climaxes.
Pan lay tiredly after, sprawled over his desk, before grinning as a voice mused in her head. 'Age is but a number'. She fixed her undergarments and buttoned up her shirt, before she hugged Trunks, who was still fixing his pants.
"Say, Pan?" Trunks asked as he held her in a warm bear hug.
"Yeah?" She responded, tilting her head up towards his face.
"Do you really think I'm too old for you?" He asked her in genuine curiousity.
"Mmm, I dunno, 11 years is a biiiig age gap," Pan hummed. Trunks' jaw dropped at her blunt answer.
"But it won't bother me anymore. After all, age's nothing but a number." She explained to him. Trunks expression then changed, his lips curling upwards before pecking her lightly on her forehead.
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