Chapter 7: To Envy

A/N: New year, new vibes. I have been working like a madman and had this chapter just sitting on my docs for like a millennia

This was rather a compromising situation for Marron. When Trunks had asked her for a request, the exact situation she had in mind was definitely not...well, this.

She glanced down at the bedsheets, her thoughts intermingled with embarrassment and lust. She watched as he tipped her chin up, her plump lips slightly slack as she watched a smirk form on his lips. "Do you get some kick out of this?" Marron questioned, watching as he walked behind the bent woman.

"What?"

Marron tilted her head, feeling the weight of the white velvet bunny ears tilt along with her. "This…" she stated looking up, "whole get up?"

His hands slid up her exposed thigh, grabbing a hold of her plump behind. "Oh, this?" He asked, his breath laced with alcohol, gently brushing against the tip of her ear, his fingers running along the frills at the end of her one-piece. "This is more for my entertainment," he stated as he pressed himself against her.

"You got a thing for costumes, Briefs?"

He looked away for a moment, cheeks burning, "Is there a problem?" He asked as he looked back to the details of her outfit. Why did he have it saved? For the fun of it? Maybe remnants of an ex-lover? His hands ran down her cinched waist down to where the little bunny tail was stitched to the outfit.

"No," Marron replied as she turned around, laying her back against the bed, her legs spread slowly. "But you're clearly wanting something," she cooed, grinding herself against him.

He played with the lace of her white thigh highs. His touch was still electric as ever, she felt her cheeks burning profusely. She hated to admit it, but she never did this kind of thing in her previous relationship...he was basically, her first...everything.

Pensil never experimented with her, never pushed her past the norm. A one-pump chump kind of guy.

Now she was dressed like a bunny girl, legs spread as her boss was making his way towards her. Had she not been so nervous herself, she would have teased him for the way he was making his way toward her. His unbuttoned silk blouse gave her a top-down view of his abs, her view obstructed by the chain on his neck.

"Embarrassed?" His lips curled into a smirk.

"Me?" Marron asked coyly, "never."

"How about you let me take you up on that fine-dining offer," he said, his voice low and rumbly as he held himself right over her, playing with the ribbons along her deep neckline.

She could feel her cheeks burn hot as she slowly spread her legs for him, her eyes large as they connected with his. "Don't kill me, yeah?"

"I won't," he hummed aloud, "you're mine tonight."

There was an emotion stirring within him, maybe he should have kept it stifled...But having her the way she was…

He didn't want anyone else to have her for themselves. His mouth descended down on her stomach, the cool chain dragging on the lacy lingerie. Her body twitched slightly with every soft kiss.

Marron craned her neck, watching him in anticipation. With every gentle caress against her nude thighs, the more she felt her body break into a feverish arousal. He was taking his sweet time with her, and she knew it.

His teeth held onto the ribbon, Marron's eyes grew with curiosity as she got a good glance at his sharper than normal canines. It was…like he had fangs? Her hand ran against his scalp, pushing back his hair as he looked up at her, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he pulled on the fragile ribbon watching as her lingerie undid itself.

"Flustered bunny?"

Marron's head was spinning, her face grew hot, feeling so exposed and just a tad embarrassed at herself. Why was she freaking out…He's seen her like this before…

His lips descended upon her steamy core. Planting soft kisses on her mound as he felt her fidget under his touch. "Can I?"

The blonde nodded eagerly, as his tongue trailed down to her flesh. Marron's head laid back again as she closed her eyes. Her heart was beating against her chest, who would have imagined she'd be in such a compromising mess.

She made a desperate attempt to relax, feeling as his tongue focused solely on her clitoris. His royal blue eyes glazed over as he drank in her in.

She managed to get her breathing steady as she felt herself growing restless, the slow drawing out of his gentle torture was enough to get the blonde to let out a bratty whine.

Trunks pulled away, his breath steamy as he licked his lips. It was a matter of time before his body caved to the intoxicating scent overwhelming his senses; the taste of lime and pineapple lingering on his lips.

It was her, her delicious scent of sex and sweat. It wouldn't leave him alone, burned into his mind no matter who he slept with. All he could smell, all he could taste...was Marron.

He wasn't done with her quite yet. As he undid his pants, his cock was already teasing her slick entrance. It took every ounce of self-control to not let himself delve into her. He could sense the blonde salivating at the simple chance, her mouth slightly agape, almost as to invite himself in.

His body shuddered in desire, but rationale returned. He wanted to make sure she knew…that only he could do this to her.

His left hand ran up her thigh and spread her open. The other grabbed and held a wand right against her clit.

The vibrating sensation caused her breath to hitch.

"Nn…" Marron whined out as she encircled the tip of his dick with her wet entrance. "Please," her eyes looked into his, begging.

He glanced up at her, her makeup was disheveled. Black ringlets formed under her cerulean eyes, lipstick smearing and blonde hair in a crazed state.

Despite her unruly appearance, he was fascinated by her appearance. He watched her trembling thighs as she tried to back herself into him, pressing her slit against him "Please…" she whined out.

He paused. An unfamiliar expression on his face. "Say my name."

Marron gave him a mischievous glint, "Please, Mr. Briefs?" She managed breathily before descending into soft mewls.

He furrowed his brows as he leaned in close to her, the wand making direct pressure against her clit, his cock barely entering her. "Say it, Ms. Chestnut," he snarled as his grip on her waist tightened

The blonde became so flustered, she could hardly feel her face anymore. He was so close, this vibrator was getting cranked up by the minute she could hardly think as her lips kept spilling out incomprehensible words.

She was so desperate, her entire body aching for him. Something in the way he just ordered her made her entire body weaken any mental defenses she had put up. "Trunks!"

"Good girl," he sighed as he dipped himself into her.

She awoke sprawled out on the bed. Her brain thrashed against her skull as she found herself alone, completely nude. It took her a second to register the events of the evening prior. She looked around to only find her clothes and personal belongings in the room.

Perhaps she was just a smidge bit disoriented. Did he really just leave? Not even a warning that he left.

Marron groaned as she looked over to the nightstand to grab her phone finding a string of texts from Trunks. She squinted as she brought the phone closer to her face.

Sorry I had to go, cc had an emergency board meeting

rest up

I'm sure you'll need it from last night ;)

oh took care of everything in the front for u

Marron blinked, looking down at her phone and then taking a quick glance around the room. She recalled going out for food and drinks, the two got a bit tipsy...maybe a bit too horny and like clockwork, a replay of the events played in her head.

He was feral this last time, she was used to him being rough...he's a big guy, literally. it seemed like he's always relished the in-betweens of gentle caresses and relinquishing control...but this time, he took full reigns of the situation, and she rode the wave.

Typically, he was tastefully lustful. Gentle torture inching towards the climax like he was taking his sweet time enjoying every sensation, but last night...he was greedy, more selfish than she was accustomed to.

And for some sick and twisted reason, Marron could feel herself quivering over it all once more. Was she a masochist? She pressed her thighs together, swaying her hips as the waves of arousal returned.

As she got up, every part of her body ached.

Just what did she get herself into?

Trunks had barely made it to the building on time for the meeting. Had he been a normal human, he would have broken a sweat. Bouncing from the love hotel in the Capricorn Sector of West City to the financial district was a hike. Plus, adding on the extra time of changing out of his streetwear—and taking off the piercings unbeknownst to most— to look like a proper and groomed corporate tycoon.

"Oh Mr. Briefs!" A familiar voice exclaimed towards the sharply dressed hybrid.

Trunks spun on his heel to face a messy white-haired man with comically large goggles, grease, and dust speckled across his tan skin. "Coconu?"

The younger man beamed at him, lifting the goggles off of his face. "Sir, when you get a chance I'd love to show you some of the things I devised for the capsule coupe." Bags were forming under his eyes, deep-set probably from the night before.

Trunks smiled back. Coconu was an ambitious one, with a brilliant career ahead of him. He acted as a beam of light wherever he went and had the mind of a true inventor.

Too bad he wants Marron too…

He could feel a strange feeling rumble in his chest, unsure where to point at as its source. Trunks paused. Where did that come from?

He placed a hand on Coconu's shoulder. A somewhat fake smile on his face. "How about you get some sleep first," he chuckled, "how long were you up?"

"48 hours, sir."

"How about you rest and tell me about this breakthrough later, hm?" He responded.

"...good thinking," Coconu replied sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with his gloved hand. "I'll talk to you later!"

Trunks watched as the man left his line of sight, while he walked towards the office space encased in frosted glass. Finding some familiar faces, the likes of his mother and sister were present alongside their assistants, all tucked away in the corner together.

Valese and Erasa, eyed him curiously as they turned to each other giggling.

He rolled his eyes as he sat in the executive chair surrounded by other chairmen and members of the board. His assistant came in, an older woman with a head full of greys with her hair pulled back in a tight bun. Under her glasses were the eyes of a commanding force.

She was handpicked by his mother – she believed in this way, picking a seasoned veteran would avoid any distractions. She was out on her vacation but she returned in full force it seemed.

"Lovely as ever Alomne," Trunks said as the woman sat beside the other younger women.

He was half paying attention to the meeting. He leaned his hand on his cheek, his mind was on his late-night escapades. There was a certain thrill about knowing he was doing something wrong.

Sleeping with someone he was in charge of was a clear violation of company policy and for good reason. It was fun when it was random women, sure…

But Marron…

She had something different...

"Please pay attention," his assistant whispered harshly at Trunks, catching the attention of Valese who was peering over to him, her head tilted.

Trunks' gaze met with hers causing the brunette to quirk a manicured brow at him. She wouldn't know, would she? His vision darted back towards the older gentlemen.

This was very boring.

He didn't even want to be at this meeting, it was arranged last minute by his mother and for all he cared he cared, he wanted to be intermingled in the sheets beside Marron once more. His brain drifted back to the wafting smell of smut and strawberry-scented blonde hair.

Trunks held her by her blonde tresses, slamming into the blonde harder and faster. With every stroke, he could feel her back herself into him, a determined glow in her eyes as he leaned down kissing the vixen's shoulders. He pulled her up by her arms, pressing her body against him as he drove himself into her, deeper and harder than the previous stroke. He could feel himself lose his self-control, as his lips pressed right behind her ear. A meek groan rumbled in his throat, almost as though he was holding back his voice. Marron laid the back of her head against his shoulder as a hand reached to grip the hair on his scalp.

"You're holding out on me?" She pouted.

He closed his eyes, feeling his pants grow immensely tight, he controlled his breath for a moment as he tried to regroup his thoughts again.

Calm down.

"Thanks to this hard-working individual in accounting–"

Trunks' ears perked up. "Ms. Marron Chestnut and her exemplary and detailed work were noted by her superiors, I do feel as though we know precisely who should be replacing Stapeler when he retires."

Trunks paused, he remained very stiff as he felt a pair of eyes staring hard at him. "I do not mean to interject–" Valese chimed in.

I will kill her.

"Mr. Briefs, you have been visiting the accounting department a few times this past week, do you have any comments on Miss Chestnut?"

Trunks grit his teeth, turning over to the brunette. Valese smirked as she glanced at the irritated man, watching as his sharp jawline flexed by how tightly he was biting down. "Yes, she brought to my attention some very important aspects of our latest report, a very bright woman."

He leaned back, allowing himself to catch his breath. But the brunette's green eyes drilled into him…he wouldn't escape her, would he?

A/N: Trunks dresses like a k-rap singer, i will not take any further criticism on that /j he just be foine for 0 reason ;A;