Cherry Contact

Chapter 1: Sugar

AN: Did I start a new fic? Absolutely. CREDIT TO DRAGONBALLSOUT on Tumblr for the BEAUTIFUL cover. NSFW warning btw :p This fic is going to be a slightly raunchy office Rom-com centering around Trunks and Marron, as per usual. I may have a more NSFW version on AO3 than this one, btw.

Marron struggled to open her eyes in the impossibly bright daylight streaming into the room she slept in. She couldn't quite remember where she was, or why she was there. But her extremities felt absolutely frigid. As she sat up, she could feel her brain throb against her skull.

"Good lord," Marron managed out as she held onto her forehead.

Her eyes scanned the sheets she was sleeping in. Pristine, crisp white sheets...with the faint scent of a cologne with some wooden notes. Was she in a man's room?

She looked around her surroundings, a very impersonal bedroom surrounded her. All the furniture was white topped with glass, and a couple of odd decor pieces placed atop. She took note of her clothes from the evening prior sprawled across the floor. Her undergarments interlaced with a man's slacks and suit jacket.

She looked to her side and her heart nearly froze. Her boss was laying right next to her, his lilac hair disheveled against the pillowcase. His strong arm draped lazily over her torso. Marron examined him carefully as she pulled the blanket to cover her exposed breasts.

How did this happen? Marron bit her bottom lip as she tried to recall exactly what occurred.

She'd been at an office party, celebrating the quarterly annual sales for Capsule Corporation. And, she'd been dumped...just hours prior.

"This seat taken?" A warm voice asked, a can of beer in his hand.

"Oh uh," Marron cleared her throat. "N-No, Mr. Briefs, feel free to sit."

"Y'know you can drop the formalities, we're off the clock," he winked as he unceremoniously sat down in the seat beside her on the tufted couch. "It's Trunks."

"Marron," she replied gently as she took another swig at the can of beer.

"So, why are you sulking alone back here?" Trunks asked as he watched the rest of the departments intermingle in larger gatherings.

"Just got dumped," Marron replied curtly. "Not much celebrating to do."

"What?" Trunks asked incredulously."You're gorgeous, who'd let someone like you just up and walk away."

Marron's face burned a bright red color. Taken aback by his compliment...she attempted to rationalize, perhaps he was acting a bit looser due to the alcohol.

"Apparently, a lot of people," Marron grimaced, thinking about the string of failed lovers that followed her. She was twenty-six years old, wasn't it about time she found someone to settle down with?

"Bullshit," Trunks laughed.

Marron looked over to her senior, his cheeks and ears red with a lazy smile laced across his face. He was clearly a bit buzzed, but Marron didn't mind the attention. At least...not when it came from such an attractive guy.

She hadn't ever noticed him, perhaps due to her loyalty to her ex-boyfriend or perhaps due to the strict no-dating policy at her workplace. But Trunks Briefs was definitely an attractive man, his tie was just a bit loosened with a couple buttons exposing his bare chest.

Marron felt her body get oddly warmer than normal. She summed it up to the beer. But they kept talking, and even when least agile, Trunks was quite the charmer.

She took notice of his chiseled appearance. His jaw was sharp, with fuller lips than she was used to on a man. Under the misty lighting, and a couple more beers she had... He looked absolutely delectable to her.

His dark blue eyes were almost inhuman, and he noticed with his raucous laughter that his canines were rather sharp. Kami...how had she never noticed this hunk stalking about the office?

Was it the glasses? No...it couldn't have been.

But she was feeling hot, and her previous lover has quickly floated to the darkest crevices of her mind.

"You wanna get out of here? He managed to sneak a charming grin. Marron, being in a similar state as him, had managed to get themselves in the nearest subway to Trunks' apartment...the two snickering the whole way there.

And after that…

He had taken her clothes off, with a sense of urgency as he breathed her in, literally. She vaguely recalled something about her scent, but his words were so soft-spoken she couldn't catch the majority of it.

He'd been so gentle with her body, almost as though he were restraining himself.

She remembered how sensitive he'd been to her ministrations. He'd groaned, hardly resisting himself from thrusting into her plump cherry-colored lips, her desire-glazed eyes meeting his as he tucked a strand of blonde behind her ear.

Next, he had her pinned on the bed, her arms locked above her head, whilst he thrust into her. His face strewn with pure pleasure as he felt her all around him, listening to her gentle mewls fill the cold air of the bedroom.

One surprise was just how ripped he was. Marron recalled the rumors that he was insanely strong, but was pleasantly surprised as she had hungrily explored his body. Much to her delight, he was more than willing to appease her curious hands.

Marron's brows were knitted together, she was quite sure she enjoyed it. Granted, her throat and body were sore from whatever had occurred the evening prior.

She poked his cheek, watching the man stir in his sleep. "Mr. Brie-" Marron stopped herself before she used his official title. "Trunks?" She asked gently as he awoke.

"Mm?" He groaned as he rubbed his eyes. He hadn't expected to awake beside such an exquisite creature, if he'd been totally honest with himself. The sunlight emanating off of her made her seem like some kind of angel, her long blonde locks grazing against her hips hardly covering her half-exposed breasts.

His brain wracked attempting to remember how he got where he was, and suddenly all the memories of the evening prior slammed into him like a ton of bricks. "Oh shit," he cursed, placing a hand on his forehead. "This is...not good."

"Hm?" Marron tilted her head, attempting to analyze his expression.

"We fucked didn't we?" Trunks said plainly.

Marron was initially taken aback by his apparent bluntness. She looked down, her cheeks burning from embarrassment. "Yeah a little?"

Trunks sat up, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry," Trunks replied, "I've completely violated HR…"

Marron eyed him warily. That's what he's worried about?

"Fuck," he flopped back onto the bed as he turned to her to drink in her appearance one more time. Her angelic features were quite easy to glance at. "You're really pretty too."

She gave him a puzzled look whilst her face turned beet red, what was he going on about? One moment he's freaking out about the rules, the next he's back at admiring her.

"Marron," Trunks recounted, "from accounting, right?"

Marron replied with a wry grin. "Glad you could at least remember my name"

Trunks shook his head, as he watched her pick up her belongings from the side of the bed. Admiring the curves on her body as she leant over. "No way I could forget after last night," he stated with a smirk.

That's right, Marron thought. He had whispered out her name over and over so gently into her ear, just remembering it sent shivers down her spine. Trying to turn off the fire that suddenly ignited within the pits of her stomach she turned over to Trunks, who laid with his hand propped up against his cheek. Had he been staring?

"So...what now?" Marron asked meekly, gripping her clothes tighter to her body.

"I dunno, but we clearly can't tell anyone," Trunks replied, sitting up again. Resting his back against the headboard. "At least...I'd appreciate it if you didn't…" Trunks continued, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

"No worries," Marron responded as she clipped her bra back on. "I don't intend on telling anyone," she continued, "only spells trouble for the both of us"

"Trunks shrugged. "Well, works for me, I guess."

In part, the two were desperately hoping the other would bring up the idea of doing it another time, but Marron was far too embarrassed for having a moment of weakness after her break up and Trunks too scared to ask his subordinate to continue these escapades.

In truth, they enjoyed themselves far too much that evening to not entertain the idea. Marron recalled just how deliciously he felt deep inside her, as he held her down. The very thought of having him ravish her again sent chills across her body.

Trunks on the other hand, was a bit of an insatiable creature and even in his tipsy state he could remember the sensations she brought upon her, from her warm lips to her steamy core. He was obsessed with just how good she felt, every last inch of her.

The two opened their lips to speak, "I think-" they both began simultaneously.

"Sorry!" Marron interrupted, "G-Go on!"

Trunks shook his head, "N-No, you first,"

God. Without the booze we were helpless.

"I was...thinking…" Marron began, shyly rubbing her arm, "since we already did this once...who's to say we can't just keep going?" Marron asked.

Trunks entertained the idea, almost comically crossing his arms as he was deep in thought. "And keep this a secret?"

"Obviously!" Marron exclaimed, her eyes averted from him, her cheeks burning red.

"I'm...not opposed…" Trunks replied somewhat wistfully, Marron noticed his flustered appearance and inched closer to him.

"Then," Marron drawled, as she slowly made her way to straddle him "it'll be our secret…" she replied softly as she descended onto his lips

AN: I promise, I will update raindrops and Just A Taste but I needed something light-hearted and raunchy...and those two fics are not it right now.