Trunks X Marron: Imagination's Taking Over

He never expected her to do this in all the years he's known her. She was the innocent, naïve, happy-go-lucky blonde he knew his whole life. He wondered when it was that he started seeing her as a woman and fell in love with her. He used to think of her as shy and reserved when it came to sexual things. But little did he know that his little piece of heaven had a wild side to her.

It happened one night while Trunks was away on business. He wanted to surprise her. To see that face when he came back early and unexpectedly. But what he came back to would be something he never dreamed of.

As he walked ever so quietly down the dark hallway of his girlfriend's home, he held a bouquet of her favorite flowers, ready to surprise her. A giant smile stretched across his lips, anticipating the look of Marron's face when he'd arrive.

He could see a sliver of light still on in her bedroom from the small opening of the door. He only hoped she didn't fall asleep while watching the television as she occasionally did when she was home alone. He could hear a little noise but figured it was the tv. But as he got closer he began to hear a moan. Her moan.

He froze dead in his tracks. His back pushed against the wall for support. There was no mistake about it. He knew that keen sound of her satisfaction quite well. It was Marron.

Trunks heart raced faster and loud in his chest. Is she cheating on me? Who is—

"Mmm, yes. Like that." She cried out, halting his thoughts.

He inched closer to the door ready to bust in and catch her. He leaned in, peeking through the crack. He couldn't see much, but could tell she was facing the opposite direction of the bed- head by the foot of it, her legs toward the headboard. He searched for another ki, sensing for any besides her own.

The heat instantly rushed to Trunks' face when reality hit. She wasn't with anyone. She was alone, pleasuring herself. He swallowed dryly at the thought. It probably wasn't a good idea for Marron to give him a spare key to her home, he could've avoided such moments like this one.

"Oh that feels so good." She moaned louder. The sounds of what he could only guess were her fingers diving into her moist flesh, rendered him senseless. He grew flustered quickly. His mouth dropping languidly at her relentless assault and her endless cries of ecstasy.

Marron moved along the bed and suddenly Trunks could see more of her. His eyes grew large, he wanted to pull away from such a private moment. It would have been the right thing to do. He knew the repercussions if he were to get caught, Marron would tear him to pieces. But he couldn't look away. She would never allow herself to do this in front of him and wanted to seize the rare opportunity.

He could see her face clearly through the small crack of the door. Her eyes shut, eyebrows furrowed her head tilted back, focusing on the task at hand, literally. Her tongue licked her lips enticingly as a keening moan escaped. Her bottom lip tucked under her teeth as it scraped along the surface of it. Her other hand gripped at her supple breast. He only wished he could see her other hand in motion, it would've been perfect.

Trunks could feel that familiar pull on his stomach. His cock twitched watching her. The gratifying noises and the way she was touching and groping herself made him want to do the same, or if not otherwise, just burst and take care of her himself. But he didn't want to ruin the moment that was meant to be self serving and intimate.

He placed the flowers on the ground slowly and gently as possible as to not make any kind of noise. His eyes staying glued onto her. His breathing grew increasingly unsteady and labored as his heart sounded out like a kick drum at a rock concert in his chest. He could hear her panting this time, letting out breathy drawn out cries of pleasure. Her back arched upward. Her free hand danced along the contours of her delicate body, tousling her long blond locks above her head.

Trunks suddenly felt restrained in his pants, wanting desperately to free it and play along with her. He was fully immersed and intoxicated by her raw and heavy emotions. Even though he was hiding he felt completely exposed. It was a good thing she wasn't very good at sensing ki or at least his for that matter. His body felt like it was on fire.

Almost unaware of his own actions, his hand began to graze over his stiff and constrained member. He caressed along the length of it, watching her intently. This is unbelievably wrong. I shouldn't be here. She would kill me if she found out. He kept telling himself. But nonetheless, he couldn't resist.

"Ah, faster, faster." She demanded, her body writhing on the bed sheets under her. Before he knew it, his hand had reached into his pants, pulling and tugging himself to her beat. His head tilted back just as hers was. Ah fuck, what're you doing to me Marron. His eyes moved to the back of his head as his eyelids shut on him. Her moaning grew intense. Oh shit. It's too good. His free hand clumsily undoing his pants in haste, giving him more room to move.

"Ahn, Trunks," she groaned and his eyes popped open, his hand stopping mid stroke. No, she didn't. Does she know? He looked over and found her still laying there, working it like no one was watching. As no one should have been watching.

"Mmm, yes. Yes Trunks, more, more." Oh fuck! He couldn't believe it. She's fantasizing about me?! He watched her closely. She was moving faster, the sound of her skin slapping her hot center was tantalizing. He did the same, his erection growing to its full length due to the knowledge that he was the subject to her undoing.

"Oh Kami yes. Faster, faster. Ah, fuck me Trunks." She cursed out frantically. In that moment he wished she actually knew he was around the corner demanding him to come out and take over. But alas, his hand fell to her demand, continuing to tug and pound away on his flesh with quick and tight strokes.

The feeling was overwhelming. It was one thing to masturbate while thinking of her while he was away, it whole different ball game to do it while watching her so closely, doing the same secretly and with him on her mind. She's gonna kill me. Fuck, she's gonna kill me for doing this.

Marron's moan became breathy and desperate. Her hand pounding away mercilessly. Her mouth opened wider, eyes shut tightly, her body was peaking. "Oh, Trunks, I'm almost there. Keep going."

Trunks pounded faster, he was close himself. His stomach beginning to tie up into knots. Watching her was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen in his life. That was until she yelled it out, "Ah, Trunks, I'm coming. I'm coming." Her body shuddered and the expression on her face as euphoria washed over her made him release on cue. Her loud moans continued over the waves of her orgasm.

He cussed quietly through gritted teeth as he came onto his boxers. He stood still, weak and unable to move. His hand still holding on to his limp cock in disbelief. His breathing matched hers as sweat rolled down his cheek. He stood upright and lazily buttoned back up. His head leaned back against the wall. The release taking every ounce of energy he had.

Languid eyes watched her as she laid there, her chest rising and falling quickly. Her porcelain skin glistened as she stretched her limbs. She rolled over onto her belly, kicking her legs up and down lazily.

"Damn it Trunks." She let out an exasperated sigh. Trunks gritted his teeth, I've gotta get out of here. He thought to himself as she continued, "why can't you just be here already?"

As he began to tiptoe away embarrassed, his phone beeped a notification. Oh shit! My fucking phone! His heart leaped into his throat. Sweat rolled down his cheeks, his heart pounding away in his ears now. He dashed off into the darkness of the living room, making himself as thin as possible against the wall. His hands clumsily reaching for the phone in his pocket, hoping she didn't hear it go off.

As he pulled the phone out, his eyes squinted from the bright screen. His blue eyes adjusted, focusing on the screen to a notification, a message from Marron. His eyes grew even larger at the content when he opened it up.

A selfie of her laying on the bed with her "just fucked" look on her face and a smirk of deception. There was no time to take in the beauty of the picture as the text message below it read: I've missed you. Did you enjoy the show?

His face grew hot as his body gave way and slumped down to the floor. Shit. Her footsteps were coming down the hall, slowly and taunting. The inevitable was coming. His body felt frozen. Each step closer felt like torture and death coming for him. He closed his eyes as he could feel her nearing. He swallowed the huge lump in his dry throat, waiting for the wrath.

"Hnn." She smirked evilly just above him. He could feel her smiling at him like a fool. She crouched down, leveling with him. Her hand gently swept below his jawline, turning his head toward her. He felt like he couldn't breathe. Even with his eyes closed, he could feel her eyes on him like white hot lasers. He couldn't look at her as she continued her silence. Say something, yell at me, just do something!

His eyes began opening slowly, one at a time. His eyes looked at her, pleading. While her blue eyes were stern and amused. Still naked, her arms wrapped around her knees as her head tilted and a devious smirk stretched across her lips.

"Thanks for the flowers. Did you need a cold shower to go with that reddened face?" She said flatly, his head nodding subconsciously, unable to look back at her.


EN: Enjoyed that one? Yes, another Trunks and Marron one. I'll have a Goten and Bra up soon, I hope.

This was inspired by a pic my friend drew of Marron that made me think that the story above might have been happening and that look on her face when she realized someone was listening/watching. Talk about inspiration (=^^=) /da46i8l