Trunks X Reader Novels & Stories

I forced my heavy eyelids open, blinking against the morning light, only to find myself staring directly at Tristan’s bare, broad chest. I blinked twice, my mind scrambling in surprise that he was even back yet. My gaze traced its way slowly down from the rough skin of his chest, past his ribs, down to his waist. He was wearing nothing but a pair of tight men's rubber shorts... the kind that only covered their lengths. My eyes widened, focusing on the huge, thick shape outlined sharply inside the tight fabric, lying completely quiet like a sleeping master. I swallowed hard, a sudden, fierce heat building up deep in my stomach.

he said with a smirk on his face. Immediately Tristan began to relieve in his mind the memory of their fight together and the strange connection between them and what they had shared afterwards. And now strangely, this dream. The vision of a child, his jaw tightened. He turned away from Maddox, moving toward the worn trunk at the edge of the room. He flipped it open, searching through the old books and scraps of information he had collected over the years and then he found it. A leather-bound text, old and frayed at the edges. Maddox frowned. “What’s that?” Tristan didn’t answer.

"Thinking, thinking, thinking." He chuckles. "About where we're going?" "Should be. But no. About where we've been. Never good." I shift in my seat, straightening my spine and grab theVoguemagazine from the cushion beside me. "Him," he says, tipping his chin toward Flint. "Or Tris." A smile threatens at how well he knows my thoughts. "Both, actually." "Ouch." I flip through the articles, seeing nothing, sTrisming over the latest trends. I can't focus.

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One reckless, emotional night where everything finally unraveled. God, I loved reading. A sudden throat clearing shattered the moment. I jumped so hard my heart slammed into my ribs, eyes going wide as I whipped around— Straight into Tristain. He still wore his black dress clothes, but the top three buttons were undone, exposing a thin silver chain that lay casually against his skin. Another thing that was begrudgingly attractive. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, revaling ropes of veins that snaked all around his forearms. Fuck…

Letting out a sigh, Tru finally admits, “You’re right.” I run my hand up and down the top of her thigh, “I’m possessive of you as well.” Giving her a smirk, I say, “I don’t find the clothes of today comfortable, so you will need to cover me.” Tru gives me the look that sends anticipation through me. That twinkle of mischief. She lays her leg over me, applying just enough pressure to show it wouldn’t be hard for her to hurt me. “Sure, I will gladly cover you. But, I should warn you, I do twitch a lot in my sleep. Sometimes I accidentally kick.” Tru press down a little more so I can feel the pressure of her leg, but still doesn’t hurt me. There is a smirk on her face when I take a quick breath

Our relationship was so dry I could've fucked half the city and she wouldn't have noticed. That's when I saw him. Tristan. Except he went by "Hunter" on the app. No face pic, just his torso. All muscle and ink and scars. His bio said: "7 feet. Russian. Into twinks who can take it rough." My dick got so hard so fast I thought I'd pass out. I stared at that photo for twenty minutes. Just stared. At the tattoos snaking across his ribs. At the v-line disappearing into black briefs. At hands that looked like they could crush skulls.

Tris felt a flutter in her chest as she took in his chiseled features. "Can I help you?" Tris asked, trying to sound composed. The man smiled and held out a piece of paper. "I'm looking for this book," he said, his voice smooth and confident. "I've been searching everywhere, but I just can't seem to find it." Tris took the paper from him and scanned the title. "Let me check if it's available," she said, her eyes flicking to the computer screen. As she typed away, the man leaned against the shelf, his eyes fixed intently on her. Tris felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized that he was staring at her.

“You’re… this has to be a prank.” She slipped inside before he could protest, closing the door behind her with a soft click. The scent of her—jasmine and something warmer, like heated skin after a long day—filled the tiny space. “No prank. I read *Shadows Entwined*. Every chapter. Twice.” She pulled a battered printout from her bag, pages dog-eared and highlighted. “You wrote the scene where she begs him to ruin her on the director’s chair. That was… visceral.” Heat flooded his face. She had found his anonymous work. The one he poured his darkest fantasies into. “How did you—”

Him, getting me hard, and all I already knew would follow. These trunks had a double seam from waist to bottoms on both sides, which I hadn’t paid any attention to. Now, while he kept groping my growing boner, his spare hand brushed the initials on my thigh toward the double seam on that side. And I found out it covered small poppers he unfastened halfway up to my hip, loosening the trunks’ leg around my thigh. From then on, his rubbing guided my cock down until the head showed out past the bottoms. He fastened the poppers back, capturing my cock in that awkward position, no matter how much it nodded and tried to point up.