#trunksxreader

Sorry this took so long! Here you go!

Trunks yawned, stretched out on the bed in just grey sweatpants. His purple hair was unkempt and strewn across the pillow behind him, his eyes lidded and tired.

You walked in, swimsuit clad and dripping from the Capsule Corp pool.

You and Trunks had grown up together alongside Goten, but evidently, those two were almost entirely a different species from you. Built like Greek gods that could fly and do things you couldn't even imagine.

Trunks tired eyes locked on yours and his mouth quirked into a gentle smile.

"Heyyyy.." He sat upright and rubbed his eyes. His nose was a little blushed from the sun. "Been swimming?"

You nodded, suddenly very self conscious of your bare skin. Not like he hadnt seen it before- but in such a closed off room where he was also half naked.. it was enough to make your stomach lurch.

"Yeah. I was going to ask to use your shower? Gotens using the main one." You looked away because your eyes automatically drawing to his abs, which honestly was pretty rude.

But he didn't mind. He chuckled, and snaked a hand over his chiselled stomach. "Sure. I'm not gonna stop you."

Your eyes follow his hand, and you swallow, half imagining what it might feel like if that was your own hand...

Okay. So maybe you had had a crush on Trunks since you guys were pre teens, but now he had grown into a big, tall strong young man you couldn't help but feel a little different around him- especially when he was.. less clothed.

You try to edge past the bed towards the bathroom door, but he sits up and looks at you with blue, searching eyes.

"Somethings up with you lately. What is it?" He half demands, catching your wrist and looking up at you.

You immediately go red, all the way up to your ears. You yank your hand away, or atleast try to.

"What? I don't know what you're talking about." You grumble.

He just looks at you with a look that was calling out your bullshit without words. "Uhuh. Sure."

He stood, coming to about a head above you, and half trapped you against the adjacent wall with his body. If you really wanted to, you could turn and leave.. but you just couldn't.

His arms came to rest on the wall either side of your head, his eyes still searching yours.

Dastardly little ass.. he was trying to provoke a reaction out of you. And he was getting it.

"You're lyingggg..." He said in a sing song voice.

Your cheeks only got hotter. "I'm NOT. Move Trunks, I'm trying to shower, not be interrogated."

"You could leave. I'm not even touching you." His voice is low and gravelly, and the vibrations from it make your abdomen tighten. "I just wanna know why you've been acting weird for the past few weeks. You're not different to Goten. It's just me. You avoid me, you look away whenever I try catch your eye, and you spend less time with me in general." He raised his eyebrows. "Either you really hate me or its the complete opposite."

He knew what he was getting at.

"Yes Trunks. I hate you. I hate my bestfriend." You sigh and roll your eyes- ignoring the hammering in your chest. He looked like eerily Vegeta from this angle- it was a little unnerving.

He smirked. He was NOT buying it. "You like me, don't you..?" He leant a little closer.

Your eyes went wide. Your secret was discovered AND he was so close you could feel his breath.

"What!? No! Don't be ridiculous!!"

He got closer. And closer, glancing down at your mouth with some sort intention behind his eyes.

"So if I just...." He pressed a sudden kiss against your lips, your eyes going wide and hands coming up in some sort of self defense.

He pulled away, smirking. "Do that.. You won't react, right?"

You couldn't speak. Your throat was closed and all you could muster was a squeak. He chuckled, closing his eyes and withdrawing slightly.

"Told you." He touched your cheek. "I'm always right."

You just stared at him in disbelief. Your lips tingled.

"I-"

He came back closer, and sealed the space between you again. You looked so hopeless standing there with those pink tinted cheeks... it only seemed right to give you more. He would never admit he liked the swell in his chest when he did it. He felt like he had a shot of Tequila.. he was buzzing.

He roped fingers through your hair and deepened the kiss, the both of you panting slightly when your mouths opened and parted, Trunks taking the opportunity to swipe his tongue across your bottom lip and then into your mouth, making you whine softly in surprise.

18+ segment. Minors DNI.

Your nipples hardened, poking through the thin material of your swimsuit, and brushing against his chest as he pushed himself against you, pressing you harder into the wall. His breath was ragged, his hands coming up to your chest and pulling at your swimsuit. Once he found bare skin his breathing halted and he pulled back to look down at what he had revealed.

Your hands came to cover them but he quickly moved them away. "Do you wanna... Go further?" He murmered, palming your breasts.

Your core said yes. Infact it screamed yes. To be satiated by HIM sounded like absolute bliss. But... should you? Would this just be a one night stand to him? "Depends." You breathed, watching his hands as they toyed with you.

"On what.." His eyes flicked up to your face.

"What are we?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He seemed to think for a moment. "What do you want to be?"

"Together?" You suggest sheepishly. He grinned softly and dipped back to your mouth. His kiss was a silent confirmation.

He picked you up under your thighs and turned, lowering you down to the bed, not once parting from your lips. His toned body caged you against the cushioned surface, the room filled with pants and small groans bubbling up from both of you.

Trunks hand slipped down between your legs, making you tense and hum. He moved his lips to your neck and began working your womanhood through your swimsuit, muttering things against the skin of your neck, making you shiver.

"I've wanted to do this for so long.." His voice was breathy and husky.

You couldn't find words, heat pooling in your lower abdomen as he gently bit into the base of your neck, sucking on the supple flesh. Without even directly touching your womanhood, he was getting you closer and closer to unravelling. "T-trunks!" You whined, leaning into him to muffle your cruel as you crumbled, undoing under his touch. He rubbed hard through the last moments, his gaze capturing yours, his mouth parted as he watched your face go through the stages of orgasmic bliss.

Hello dear~ I can totally do this for you! I adore Trunks so much. Here you go sweetie, I hope you like it. I have a huge bias for long haired trunks.

“Good job, keep it up (Y/N)!” 

You could hear Trunks shouting praises at you as you continued to dodge punches and kicks thrown by the self proclaimed “prince of all saiyans” and you were pretty damn proud of yourself right now. 

Being a human and keeping up with an alien with amazing powers is already impressive, but you weren’t like most of the lithe humans on Earth. You were bigger than most women - fat is a better word, but you never let that deter you from helping your friends fight and they never had an issue with it either.

I know I said I'm on Hiatus- but I had to write this out. I love me some Trunks~

NSFW/SEX/KISSING/HOT STUFF

There were two sides to Trunks. Each respectively clearly inherited traits from his parents.

On one hand he was all smiles and light conversation, and on the other, he was brooding and dominant- the latter being from his father.

Ironically, growing up, you had a crush on your friends father. Of course it was nothing but a silly adolescent dream, but it helped shape your type as you blossomed into an adult.

Furrowed brows and an irritated glare where EXACTLY the type of thing to get you going- and when Trunks donned these- your thighs sat a little further apart than they normally did.

He stormed into your apartment one evening with a face of thunder, mad about losing a competition with Goten. He flopped down onto your bed and crossed his arms, grumbling about how his best friend most likely cheated and he was clearly the winner.

Ah, there were the Vegeta Genes again.

You laughed and shook your head, which was met by a hard stare from two irritated blue eyes. "It isn't funny!" He protested in his trademark raspy tone.

"It sort of is. You two are adults now, but you're still as competitive as ever." You stifled your chuckles and settled on the bed beside him, crossing your legs neatly.

"We are Saiyans." He sighed, running a hand through his blue hair, then letting it fall back around his face. "It's what we do."

"I know. Your dad's do exactly the same thing." It was always amusing to watch two middle aged men go at eachother.

Trunks gave you a look and that look morphed into a mocking smirk.

"You're competitive too- don't lie. You know you are. I've seen Marron and you go toe to toe trying to look prettier than eachother- which is pointless."

Your eyebrows shot up. Yes- you and Marron had some gentle feminine competition, but nothing as violent as those Saiyans. "Pointless?"

"Yeah, pointless. Because you win flat out every time."

You blinked. "Was that a complement?"

Trunks smirk grew wider. "Mayyyyybe."

You frowned and gave him a soft punch to the upper arm. Why couldn't he just be straight forward?

"Shut up, Trunks. I know I'm not your type. Don't lie just to wind me up."

His smirk dropped and his eyes grew wide. "Wait you think im joking-?"

You look at him with a deadpan expression. You KNEW he was joking. He may have been your type but you were most certainly not his.

He leant closet, his eyes flicking between both of yours.

"You're wrong." He said, his voice suddenly dropping low and quiet.

Woah- why was he looking at you like that... His eyes flicking between yours and then down to your mouth in some kind of tantalising triangle dance.

"Don't fuck around with me." You sigh, pulling away from him.

Your actions were met with a surprised expression from Trunks- his thick brows raised as he slowly realised you truly thought he was just messing with your head. Hadn't he been obvious enough over the last few months?

Trunks had bought you clothes, drinks, held your hand when you guys saw a horror movie in the cinema, checked out your ass when you walked away- wasn't that obvious enough?

He opened his mouth to talk and then shut it again. He pursed his lips and looked rather despondently down at the floral duvet cover that adorned your bed.

Your heart suddenly dropped to your bowels. He wasn't lying.

Trunks couldn't look at you for a moment while he tried to figure out exactly what he wanted to say- but he was better with his fists than he was with his words.

"I-" He started, but still failing to find an appropriate defense.

"You think I'm attractive?" You were totally gobsmacked.

He inhaled slowly and let out the air in a breathy groan. "Well.. yeah."

You could have sworn your heart was visibly beating in your throat. "Oh.."

"Oh." He echoed, watching your face for a reaction.

You swallowed, and avoided his gaze. Now would be a terrible time to mention the 5 year long crush you've had on him, which had only gotten worse with age. He had grown up to be very lean bodied, deep voiced and daring eyed. It made your gut twist.

"How about me?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"You? What about you?" You asked, voice starting to shake. You didn't want to answer this question.

"Do you think I'm attractive? C'mon~ return the complement. " He was trying to lighten the mood, but it wasn't helping the red raising to your cheeks.

"No." You said, trying to keep your voice as emotionless as possible. He almost glared, seeing through your lie.

"That's rude." He pouted.

"It's true." You mumbled, crossing your ankles.

He laid a hand heavily on your thigh, and you jumped at the unexpected contact. "No it isn't."

A blush grew across your face and his smile grew with it. "See? You're blushing."

You grumbled and tried to turn away but his hand on your chin brought it back, and up. His blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he dipped down, rubbing salt in the wound.

He didn't kiss you- not yet. He hovered above your lips in a tantalising dance of warm breaths playing across eachothers cheeks.

You swallowed. This was... too much. But you knew if you pulled away he would just chase you and rub it in more. "Y-you can stop teasing me now, Trunks. I get it.. you're hot, OK?" You admitted sheepishly, eyes flicking between his eyes and lips.

He chuckled, but didnt draw away. "That's exactly what I thought-" he purred, and then hastily pushed his mouth against yours in an obviously desperate fashion that left you gasping for breath. Your world came crashing down and the sky span, your mind becoming muddled.

Your best friend was kissing you. No- Your best friend was tasting you- hungrily pushing his tongue into your mouth and smoothing it along yours. Your heart was pounding hard enough to hear, your hands coming up to push him away in surprise but he didn't let you, holding you firmly in place by your upper arms.

"Trunks-" you muttered against his lips. "Trunks-!!" You repeated insistently, and then he drew back.

"Y-yeah?" He murmered, wiping his damp lips on the back of his hand.

"What-" You didn't have the words. You just wondered 'why'?

He wrinkled his nose. "I like you." He blurted. And that's as much of an explanation as you were going to get before he smashed against you once again, pressing you back and down into the cushioned mattress. Leaving you once again breathless and wordless, only able to whimper in response to his touches. His hands worked away your t-shirt and ghosted up your breasts.

He barely spoke, his mouth pressed on your skin. He couldn't think of anything to say, his mind clouded by finally getting to feel the sensation of your body on his.

When he parted your legs, he paused. Taking himself put of his jeans, he rested the tip against your virgin lips. A little blue tuft of hair sat at the base of his thick member, which twitched as he rubbed it along your slick folds.

You trembled, not ready for him. "Trunks I'm-"

Thankyou 😭 I wasn't sure which Trunks you wanted so I went with the hottest one- Future Trunks.

When Trunks looked at you he saw Hope. He saw what he was fighting for in this messed up version of his existence.

Trunks said a prayer at night. He didn't know to what god- if any- but he said a prayer begging whoever was out there that you looked at him the same way he looked at you.

Death was always around the corner for the two of you, a shadow looming in your wake of the Grim Reaper wielding a lengthy scythe. Sometimes, he saw the hope drain from your eyes when you became tired, and quiet.

He would give you a big smile and tell you to get back up and keep going, and assure you he was at your side.

But he wanted more than to just be at your side. He wanted to curl around your sleeping form at night and kiss your neck, hold your waist. He wanted YOU.

You sat beside him in the bunker, a little metal barrell infront of you both with burning paper licking out of the air holes. You both warmed your fingers and spoke about your journey, your survival so far.

His blue eyes flickered in the dull orange glow of the fire, as he watched your face as you spoke.

"Trunks-?" You frowned. He was totally lost in your eyes, just staring with an empty expression. When you said his name, he seemed to whir to life, blinking and glancing away.

"Sorry i-" he began, but he didn't have a good enough excuse. He had been wondering what it would be like to just.. kiss you.

"Are you alright?" You pressed, leaning forward to put your hand on his sympathetically. "You look a little lost there."

He glanced down at his enveloped hand- although it was barely enveloped because against his, your hands were almost pathetically small. It made him blush, and turn his hand over so he could link his fingers with yours.

"I was just thinking." He said, still looking at your entwined hands.

"About what?" You gave his hand a little squeeze. The tips of his fingers were cold against your knuckles.

He couldn't look you in the eye, for fear of giving his heart away too soon. "Us, mostly." His gently but gravelly voice seemed to waiver slightly, as he squeezed your hand back.

"Us?" Something in your chest moved heat to your cheeks. There was an 'us'?

"I.. I have feelings for you. Its kinda getting hard to ignore it." Trunks' eyes finally flicked up to meet yours. They were brimming with unspoken emotion, and his pupils seemed to widen once they fell upon you. Your heart kicked up, and started thrumming in your ears.

"What?" You couldn't quite believe your ears.

He sighed and closed his eyes, gathering whatever bravado confidence he may have inherited from his late father. "I'm in love with you."

You weren't sure what you said or how he moved so fast, but very suddenly, his arms were rapped around you, his familiar dusky smell surrounding your senses. He pressed his mouth to yours in a gentle, inexperienced kiss. Your hands came up to touch his hair, running your fingers through the coloured locks.

You had been too busy just surviving that you had forgotten to live. And you hadn't even noticed how much you loved Trunks.

How much you needed him.