synopsis: the fourth of july shift was a mess, both your situationships are a mess, and you somehow find comfort in your friend.
word count: 1.3k
a/n: I'm not sure if it qualifies as a blurb, a drabble, or something else? it's also my first time writing about Trinity, or a woman in general.
I hope you still enjoy this short whatever that came to my mind while I was daydreaming at work hahaha
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The Fourth of July shift had gone to shit the second day shift walked in. What should have been a routine handoff and a basic summer day had turned into twelve hours of pure chaos. It wasn't unusual for summer shifts to be chaotic, but it had been chaotic on a whole other level. Personal problems and professional disasters tangled together, making everyone a mess while having to deal with a technological shutdown and a constant flow of patients bursting through the doors.
Santos was blown off by Garcia and Al Hashimi was up her ass about her delay in doing her charts, Robby kept being a dick to Mohan for some reason, Emma got assaulted by a patient on her very first day, Whitaker got a $250 overcharge on Uber because he tried to be kind to an old lady who turned out to be a racist bitch and Jesse got arrested by ICE for standing up for a patient.
By the end of the longest shift you've ever had since Pittsfest, everyone was hanging on by a thread.
You weren't an exception to the rule.
Some of your colleagues went to look at the fireworks on the roof of PTMC, but Mel, Santos and you ended up at a karaoke bar. It was one of those dingy, hole-in-the-wall places with sticky floors, dim lights, torn posters and just enough alcohol to take the edge off.
Trinity had claimed the head of the booth like she owned it, while you and Mel sat on either side of her.
"You know what? Fuck them!" Trinity said, banging her glass down on the table. "Fuck them all!" she slurred.
"Fuck Garcia, fuck Robby, fuck Langdon." Trinity continued before taking a swing of her beer. "And Fuck ICE!"
"Yeah!" Mel chimed in a bit awkwardly, trying to sound enthusiastic.
"Robby's not that bad…" you muttered, playing with your cup.
Trinity snorted. "You only say that because you're fucking him." She leaned back, squinting at you. "Dick's so good you forget what an ass he is?"
"Dr.Robby is a good mentor," Mel started carefully, looking between the two of you. "But he has been rude."
You pressed your lips together.
Because yeah, he had.
You'd seen it all. The sharp tone, the impatience, the way he shut down some of your colleagues. He had been permanently on edge, one wrong word away from snapping at whoever was unlucky enough to be around him at the moment.
But you had also seen him when no one else did. The quiet moments where he couldn't hide the cracks, the glossiness of his eyes when he talked about his sabbatical and the way he observed the ED with concern.
"Yeah," you sighed, bringing your glass to your lips.
"But what about Langdon, though?" you added, not wanting to dwell too long on the topic of Robby.
Mel shifted in her seat, glancing your way.
"Um…Nothing much." She answered a little too quickly.
"Come on, don't lie," Trinity cut in.
"Man's been flirting with her nonstop, but he's still married."
You blinked in surprise.
"What?"
"Yeah!" Trinity continued, rolling her eyes. "Something about staying together for their kids, but he follows after Mel like a lovesick puppy."
"It's not like that…" Mel tried, crunching her nose.
Despite Mel trying to play it off, you could see the hurt in her eyes. She might be trying to deny or to hide, but it was written all over her face. The disappointment, the hope she was trying to bury, the hurt she was pretending wasn't there but also the shame that came with being interested in a married man (even if his marriage was on the verge of collapsing.)
"Oh, Mel…"
"It's okay," she smiled wryly. "He doesn't owe me anything."
She looked down at her glass, tracing the rim. "We're just…coworkers."
There was a second of silence before Trinity slapped her hands on the table, making the two of you jump in surprise.
"Nope!"
She grabbed the both of you and dragged you to the stage.
"We're not here to spend the rest of the night feeling sorry for ourselves."
You smiled brightly as you were dragged to the stage, sharing a look with Mel as the first notes of 'You Oughta Know' by Alanis Morissette began playing. A laugh escaped Mel as she grabbed a mic and Trinity another. You smiled and shook your head fondly before grabbing a mic as well.
You weren't entirely sure how you ended up here.
Somewhere between the dingy karaoke bar and the next place Trinity insisted on dragging you to after Mel left, the night had blurred together. The cocktails she kept sliding in your hand certainly hadn't helped.
"Come on, the night's still young!" she'd say.
Music rang loudly through the bar, blasting out of speakers you were standing not too far from, and the room was packed with people. The movement of the crowd pushed you closer and closer until there was barely any space between you two. The July heat was already unbearable, but the temperatures were even higher right now—or was it because of her body pressing against yours?
Trinity laughed at something you said, her head tipping back for a second and a huge smile you rarely saw spread on her face.
You remembered thinking: "God, she's so pretty."
And she was.
She looked mesmerising.
She had the kind of smile that was never quite the same but still as pretty no matter what. Sometimes it was cocky and confident, sometimes it was sarcastic and teasing, and some other times it could be quieter. Tonight, she looked carefree and relaxed in a way you'd never seen her.
The coloured lights from the dance floor swept across her face, dim and hazy. Blue melted into purple, purple into a warm gold, and each colour change made her look even more unreal.
Maybe it was the alcohol.
Maybe it was exhaustion.
Or maybe you were just seeing her in a new light.
Whatever it was didn't matter, did it? All you could think about in this moment was her and the endless possibilities the night could offer you.
The noise of the bar faded into the background. People danced around you and brushed against you, glasses clinked, and someone laughed too loudly, but it all sounded distant.
It felt like everything was slowing down, and without realising it, you stopped dancing. Trinity noticed almost immediately, glancing up at you.
You didn't know what she saw when she looked at you, but you saw her eyes drop to your lips.
The distance between the two of you disappeared before you realised. You wouldn't be able to say who closed it first.
The kiss was clumsy at first, both of you letting out a laugh when your teeth bumped together, but neither of you pulled away.
One thing led to the other, and there you were, pressed against the front door of the apartment Trinity shared with Whitaker.
The city was still as loud as ever, some fireworks were still cracking in the distance, and the occasional sound of a siren resonated, but all you could focus on was Trinity.
Trinity, Trinity, Trinity.
Her hands rested on your hips as she kissed you, and she had to stand onto her tiptoes to stay close, her whole body leaning into yours.
Your hand had slipped around your waist, exploring the skin under her shirt while your other hand settled at the nape of her neck.
After a moment, she pulled back just enough to catch her breath. Her forehead rested against yours, and you feel the ghost of a smile tugging at her lips.
"This isn't how I imagined my night going." she murmured, her breath brushing against your lips as she spoke.
She looked back into your eyes, sending chill down your skin.
"But I can't say I'm mad about it."
You moved your hand from her neck to cup her cheek, pulling away just enough to look at her.
"Me neither."
Your thumb brushed gently across her skin, admiring her in silence. Trinity stared back at you, eyes searching your face before she spoke again.
"Wanna come up?"
You couldn't help the smile that spread on your lips.
Trinity’s sick but doesn’t want you, her girlfriend, to worry about her.
Trinity who gets back to her apartment and feels like death, but is convinced she should be able to tough it out.
Trinity who coughs like an iPad kid so loudly from her room that Dennis runs in with a mask on and Lysol at the ready, because he’s scared she’s dying.
Trinity has never been sick in the year he’d known her.
Trinity who barely acknowledges his existence and turns away from him.
Don’t tell Trinity heaves out into another cough and digs herself deeper into her bed.
Trinity who begrudgingly takes the tissues Whitaker leaves her and doesn't even scold him once.
Trinity who throws a stray pillow at the direction of the door when she hears a knock, assuming it’s Huckleberry.
Go away she whines. Her head is pounding and she can’t sleep.
My poor baby, you whisper as you run your fingers through her hair.
Trinity stills under your touch, caught me.
You huff adoringly at her as she moves over in the bed, knowing you’re not going to leave.
You shimmy off your coat, place the soup you bought her on the bedside table, and climb into bed with her.
Trinity immediately climbs on top of you and sinks into your body with a sigh.
Trinity falls asleep within seconds, her hand clutched in your hair and lips slightly parted.
Sleep well my love.
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Masterlist - Archive of Our Own
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Fucking Trinity in doggy and then for the first time you call her a good girl after she's asked you to go harder, saying "I can take it...please"
“Good girl,” you murmur, leaning over her back, lips brushing her ear. “My perfect fucking good girl. Taking this cock so well, letting me use you like this.”
Trinity sobs with pleasure, pushing back desperately, her thighs trembling. “Yes, yes, I’m your good girl...fuck me harder, please...!”
You keep praising her between thrusts, voice low and filthy:
“That’s it, baby. Such a good girl for me.”
“Look at you, creaming all over my strap like a desperate little slut. So fucking pretty when you fall apart.”
“Taking every inch so deep… you were made for this, weren’t you? My good girl.”
Summary: Your fellow intern Santos hates you....or does she?
Warnings: miscommunication (or lack there of), rivals to lovers (kind of), wlw, she/her pronouns for reader, pinning, rude patients, workplace tension, kissing, Santos not knowing how to do the whole feeling thing, fluff, happy ending, not proofread, no use of y/n
Word count: 3.1K
a/n: okay so where are all the fics of my girl? Like come on give them to meeeee
She hates you. You’re sure of it. And every time she interacts with you, it only confirms it.
Santos doesn’t speak to you unless she has to, and when she does, it’s always that passive-aggressive, clipped, razor-edged tone. She’s known for teasing the other med students—hell, she makes Dennis turn beet red at least twice a shift—but it’s not like that with you.
With you, it’s… colder. Sharper. Not playful at all.
She doesn’t joke. She doesn’t drop a snarky line just to see if she can make you crack a smile. She doesn’t even give you the raised eyebrow she gives literally everyone else.
No—whatever she has for you, it isn’t sarcasm. It feels like genuine dislike.
You try not to be bothered by it, try to focus on everyone else. But you can always feel her stare on the back of your head — a gaze so intense you’re shocked she hasn’t burned two holes through your skull yet.
And to make matters worse, she’s so eager. So eager to learn, to jump in, to get her hands bloody.
And you’re… not like that.
You’d rather observe first, wait for someone to tell you to go in. You never throw yourself at a procedure unless you’re one hundred percent sure you can do it right. You’re here to learn, sure — but Santos’ speed seems about a thousand times faster than yours.
Santos had made a big impression since day one, and not just on you. Garcia seemed to take a liking to her immediately, Santos’ prickly nature sliding right off the older surgeon like it was nothing.
It stung a little — you had to admit that. The way that even when you were in the room, Garcia would immediately call for Santos to jump in and help her. It was as if you were invisible, and you hated feeling like that.
The others tried to keep your morale high. At the end of your first shift you’d gotten good words from Robby, Samira, and Collins. It made your chest fill with pride, a soft smile tugging at your lips.
But all of it washed away the moment your eyes found the look on Santos’ face.
It wasn’t a scowl, exactly — but it definitely wasn’t a smile.
You thought maybe with time it would get better. You really tried to keep a positive outlook despite every bad interaction. But a week passed, and nothing changed in your dynamic. Santos still hated your guts. And you still had no clue why.
It was starting to take a toll on you. Keeping a positive attitude got harder and harder when nothing good seemed to come from it. It had gotten to the point where if you kept it in any longer, you were going to burst — so when Whitaker least expected it, you practically jumped at him.
His eyes widened as you grabbed his forearm, tugging him closer so you could speak softly.
“You’re close with Santos, right?”
“Uhhh… depends what you mean by close.”
You give him a look that pretty much broadcasts the impatience you’ve been feeling all week, and he swallows dryly before continuing.
“Yeah, I guess you could call us close.”
“Great. Do you know why she hates me?”
Whitaker looks genuinely confused.
“Hates you?” he repeats. “Santos doesn’t hate you.”
“Whitaker,” you say slowly, “she definitely hates me.”
“She— she really doesn’t,” he insists, raising his hands. “I promise.”
“Oh, right. Yeah. Totally,” you snap softly. “So she treats literally everyone else the same way she treats me?”
He opens his mouth, but you barrel right over him.
“Does she ignore everyone else when they talk? No? Just me? Great.”
You tick off a finger.
“Does she sigh — loudly, dramatically, like she’s auditioning for a telenovela — every time I’m assigned to the same patient as her? No? Just me? Weird.”
Another finger.
“Does she grab the chart out of your hands before you’ve even finished reading it?”
Finger three.
“Or roll her eyes when I walk in? Or tell me — tell me, Whitaker — ‘maybe next time’ when I ask to practice suturing?”
Whitaker winces. “Okay, that one sounds harsh but—”
“And!” You raise a fourth, triumphant finger. “She glared at me today because I — apparently — breathe too loud.”
Whitaker just stares at you, mouth opening and closing like he’s buffering. He looks like he’s about to say something when Robby’s voice cuts through the room, calling out for Whitaker’s help.
Whitaker jumps like he’s been rescued from a burning building.
“Oh thank God,” he mutters under his breath.
You narrow your eyes at him.
“This conversation is not over.”
He nods quickly, practically fleeing. “Yep! Cool! Totally! We’ll… circle back!”
You watched him go, a tired sigh leaving your lips as you try to get back to work. Of course, that peace lasts… oh, about three seconds.
Because the moment you turn around, you nearly collide with her.
Trinity Santos.
She stops short, eyes flicking up to meet yours — sharp, assessing, and way too intense for someone who supposedly doesn’t hate you. Her jaw ticks once, barely, like your existence has personally delayed her entire schedule.
“Move,” she says quietly, not rude exactly, but clipped enough to make your stomach twist.
You step aside immediately, pulse skittering in your throat.
“Sorry,” you mutter.
She doesn’t respond. She just brushes past you, gloves snapped on, expression unreadable — but not before you catch the way her gaze drags over you for half a second too long. Almost like she was… checking something.
“Right,” you mumble under your breath. “Totally normal. Totally fine. She absolutely doesn’t hate me. Sure.”
At some point McKay seemed to notice that you were overwhelmed. She didn’t even ask you about it—just came up beside you and said something like, “Hey, I could use some help in chairs if you’re up for it.” You’d just nodded, grateful for an excuse to be somewhere else. Somewhere you knew Santos wouldn’t go.
Oh, no—not perfect Santos. She’d never be caught dead working in chairs.
You’re rushing around with McKay, moving in and out of the waiting room as you bring in the patients you can treat. Every time you step outside, someone complains about something, and you try your best to remain professional—explaining for the fiftieth time that yes, the doctors know the wait is long, yes, they are doing everything they can, yes, the triage system is real and actually isn’t a conspiracy designed to personally ruin this one guy’s afternoon.
And then this dude just loses it.
Raises his voice. Gets snappy. Makes some snide comment like,
“Well maybe if you were actually competent, I wouldn’t be sitting here for three hours.”
You swallow it. You try again, patient, professional.
“Sir, I promise we’re—”
“No. Don’t ‘sir’ me. You people don’t care. I’ve seen cashiers put in more effort.”
And that’s the moment you feel it—that little crack right behind your ribcage, where the exhaustion meets the embarrassment meets the frustration you’ve been holding for days.
Your throat tightens. Heat prickles behind your eyes.
McKay notices, stepping a little closer as if ready to intervene but someone else beats her to it.
A voice slices cleanly through the air, cold and razor-sharp:
“Hey.”
Your stomach drops.
You’d know that voice anywhere.
Santos.
She’s standing there in her black scrubs, gloves still half-crumpled in her hand, chest rising like she sprinted here. Her eyes are locked on the man—flat, hard, absolutely lethal.
“She is qualified,” Santos says, stepping forward with that quiet, controlled fury she usually reserves for assholes. “She’s more than qualified. And she’s been running herself ragged all day trying to keep things moving for everyone in this room.”
The man blinks, taken aback by the intensity aimed directly at him.
Santos doesn’t stop.
“So unless you’re actively dying—which you’re not—sit down, wait your damn turn, and stop taking out your impatience on the staff who are trying to help you.”
The room goes silent. Not frozen—stunned.
McKay’s eyebrows hit her hairline. The man sputters something that vaguely resembles “sorry.”
But you— you just stand there. Because Santos defended you.
You.
The person she supposedly can’t stand.
And even as you stand there, feet glued to the ground, Santos doesn’t look at you. She keeps her eyes locked on the guy, staring him down until he finally sinks back into his seat. Only then does she turn on her heel and head back into the ED like nothing happened.
Like none of it meant anything at all.
Before you can even fully process what you’re doing, you’re already moving—feet carrying you in purposeful, almost frantic strides as you follow after her. You catch up easily, even though she’s walking faster than she usually does, like she’s trying to outrun the moment.
She doesn’t look back. Just tosses a curt, “Leave it,” over her shoulder, like she can feel you behind her.
“No,” you say, breathless but determined. “No, I’m not leaving it.”
Santos keeps going, weaving through the hall like you’re nothing more than an annoying shadow. You dodge a nurse, a stretcher, a crash cart—all while glued to her heels.
“You don’t need to say thank you,” she snaps without slowing down.
You blink, incredulous. “Do you—what—do you think I’m trying to thank you?”
“Good,” she mutters. “Because I don’t want—”
“Oh my god,” you bite out, speeding up until you’re practically at her shoulder, “I’m not thanking you.”
“Great. Then drop it.”
“No!”
You two keep bickering like that—sharp whispers, clipped retorts—while threading through the ED. Every time she veers left, you’re right there. Every time she tries to outpace you, you match her step for step.
She turns down a quieter hall, clearly trying to shake you off, but you’re done being avoidable. You catch up fully, frustration boiling over.
“Jesus, Santos—will you stop for one second and just—just fucking look at me!”
She halts.
It’s abrupt, like her body short-circuited at the command. Slowly—carefully—she turns around. Her eyes are wide, defensive, like she’s bracing for impact.
You swallow hard, the words rushing out before you can soften them.
“I just… I need to know why you hate me.”
Her brows furrow. Actually, her whole face seems to tense up for a moment. And because you’re standing right in front of her—chest heaving, desperation bleeding through every shaky breath—you catch every micro-shift in her expression.
You watch her go from confused… to irritated… to annoyed… and finally to just—defeated.
She lets out a long, weary sigh, dragging a hand down her face while you continue staring her down. If anyone walked into the hall right now, it would look like the two of you were staging a standoff. Bodies coiled tight, eyes locked—two cowboys waiting to see who’d reach for their gun first.
“I don’t hate you.”
The words are low. Barely audible.
You blink. Once. Twice.
Because that… that is not the answer you were prepared for.
“What?” you breathe.
Santos’ jaw flexes, like she already regrets saying anything at all. Her eyes flick away for half a second—anywhere but you—before snapping back like she can’t help herself.
“I said I don’t hate you,” she repeats, firmer this time. Still quiet. Still rough around the edges. “So stop asking.”
“That doesn’t make any sense,” you fire back immediately, the words tumbling out before you can stop them. “Because you act like you can’t stand me! You ignore me, you glare at me, you practically sprint in the opposite direction every time I walk into a room—”
“That’s not—” she starts, but you cut her off.
“And you sigh at me! A lot! I didn’t even know someone could sigh that aggressively.”
Santos presses her lips together in a thin, miserable line. You swear you see the faintest hint of pink touch her ears.
You throw your hands up. “So if you don’t hate me, then what the hell is all of that?”
A beat.
Two.
Her shoulders lift with a shaky inhale, like she’s bracing for impact.
And then—
“It’s because I like you.”
Your brain short-circuits so hard you actually forget how to breathe.
“…What?” you whisper.
This is the first time she’s ever looked truly flustered. Her eyes dart to the wall, to the floor, to anywhere except your face.
“I like you,” she mutters, words tumbling out sharp and fast, like she’s ripping off a bandage. “Okay? I’ve liked you since day one. And I don’t—” She cuts herself off, frustrated. “I don’t do… that. Feelings. So I don’t know how to be around you without sounding like an idiot.”
Your mouth opens. Nothing comes out.
“So yeah,” she finishes, tone flat, like she’s annoyed at herself. “That’s why.”
You just stare at her.
And Santos—Trinity Santos, who stares down furious patients and gory trauma without blinking—looks like she wants the floor to swallow her whole.
Your brain feels like someone just shook it in a snow globe. Thoughts float around in slow motion, glittery and unreal.
She likes you.
She likes you.
Santos.
Trinity fucking Santos.
You briefly consider whether you’re having some sort of stress-induced hallucination. Wouldn’t be the weirdest thing you’ve experienced this week. Maybe you finally snapped. Maybe you fell asleep standing up and are currently living out the world’s wildest fever dream.
But then your gaze drifts back to her.
Santos is standing a couple feet away, shoulders tense, eyes flicking anywhere but yours, like she’s ready to bolt. Her posture is stiff, guarded, like she’s waiting for you to laugh at her, or yell at her, or both.
Your heart kicks hard against your ribs.
Something in you shifts.
You take one step toward her.
Her eyes snap to you immediately.
You take another.
She straightens, brows pinching together in that signature Santos way — part concern, part alarm, part why are you walking at me like that?
“Hey,” she starts, voice low, uncertain. “Look, you don’t—”
But she doesn’t get to finish.
Because you reach out, fingers brushing hers first before you grab her hand fully and tug her along. You pull open the nearest door — a supply closet, dim and tiny and absolutely perfect — and tug her inside with you. The door shuts behind you with a soft click.
Santos looks like she’s about to short-circuit. “What are you—”
You kiss her.
Not gently.
Not softly.
Not cautiously.
You kiss her like every bit of confusion, frustration, adrenaline, and want that’s been simmering in you finally snaps and pours out all at once.
Her breath catches against your mouth. For half a second she’s stiff, startled. And then she melts, hand flying up to your waist, the other curling into your hair as she kisses you back just as desperately, just as fiercely, like she’s been holding this in even longer than you have.
Because it turns out she has.
Her mouth is warm against yours, urgent in a way that sends sparks racing up your spine. You’re not sure who moves first, who deepens the kiss, who lets out that quiet, shaky sound — maybe it’s you, maybe it’s her — but suddenly you’re pressed together in the tiny supply closet like gravity dragged you into each other.
Her hand finds your jaw. Yours fists in the fabric of her scrub top. It’s heat and relief and days of unresolved tension snapping all at once.
You don’t know how long you stay like that — seconds, minutes, something in between — but eventually you have to break for air, foreheads brushing as you both pull in quick, uneven breaths.
Santos opens her eyes first. She looks wrecked. And stunned. And stupidly, stupidly soft.
You meet her gaze and something in your chest goes liquid.
Neither of you speaks. You just… look at each other. Breathing the same air. Matching each other’s shaky smiles.
Then — because you’re still full of adrenaline and disbelief and the lingering urge to throttle her half the time — you lift a hand…and punch her in the arm. Not hard, but definitely not gentle.
“Ow— what the hell?” she hisses, jerking back a little, rubbing the spot with wide, betrayed eyes.
“That,” you say, breathless, still dizzy from kissing her, “is for being an asshole.”
You take in her shocked expression before leaning in to press another kiss to her lips. You feel her smile against your mouth, her nose bumping yours as she tries to deepen the kiss again.
But your hand slides up to her chest, pressing lightly as you pull back.
She gives you a questioning look, brows knitting.
“Was that too much? Did I—?”
“No,” you interrupt quickly. “No, nothing like that.”
You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face.
“We should just probably get back before someone notices we’re missing.”
Santos nods softly, her hand coming up to cradle your cheek. Her eyes roam your face like she can’t quite believe you’re real — that this is real. She bites her lip, voice soft and steady as she asks:
“One more for the road?”
And who are you to deny her?
You give her one more kiss — slower this time, lingering — before you both finally pull apart. You straighten yourselves out, smoothing scrubs, fixing hair, trying to erase the fact that you just made out in a supply closet.
Santos goes first, cracking the door open and poking her head out like she’s on some kind of stealth mission. When she sees no one in the hall, she glances back at you and gestures for you to follow.
You both head off in opposite directions, doing your absolute best to look normal. Casual. Professional. Totally-not-two-people-who-just-made-out-in-a-closet.
You think you’re nailing it.
Santos seems to think she is, too.
Right up until Whitaker drifts up beside her while she’s admiring you from afar.
He doesn’t say anything at first — just watches with her, eyes tracking the way your face lights up when you glance her way. That soft smile that appears the second your eyes meet. The little wave you give her before heading off to your next patient.
Yeah. He sees all of it.
Santos doesn’t even get the chance to pretend before he lets out a low whistle.
“Finally told her, huh?”
She doesn’t look at him. Not even a flicker. She just turns on her heel, already walking away.
“Shut it, Huckleberry.”
But even as she says it, she can’t help the smile tugging at her lips — fingers drifting up to trace her mouth, like she can still feel the ghost of your kiss lingering there.
hiii i wanted to request a munch trinity santos x reader if thats possible tyty in advance 😇
♡ : trinity needs to destress after a shift, luckily, she knows the perfect way to do that.
cw: 18+, reader referred to in second person, swearing, thigh riding, oral (r!receiving).
✎ : first request in a long time, who cheered!!! enjoy, anon ;)
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you were waiting, impatiently at this point, for trinity to get back home. the last text she sent you was two hours ago, a simple "gonna be late tonight, love you." you could hear the soft rain pattering against the apartment's windows, usually a great sleep aid, but you were too busy missing your girlfriend. you huff and nuzzle into her pillow, overthinking all the possibilities of why she could be late, a bad habit of yours. you didn't want to annoy her by spamming messages, but you really were worried, she usually texts you by now. even when she's late.
you jolt up in bed as you hear keys jingling into the lock of the apartment door. you slide off the edge, padding across the apartment as trinity enters. a visibly tired trinity. your eyebrows furrow in worry as you move closer. she offers you a small smile. "hey, you." she wraps an arm around your waist as she sets her bag down on the couch. "sit down," you drag her to sit next to you on the couch. "how was work?" you chew nervously on your lip. she shrugs in response, tugging you closer. "busy." you hum as she rests her forehead against your shoulder. your hand habitually moves to her hair, combing through the soft locks.
"i made dinner, i could heat it up for you-" she shakes her head, sighing softly. "not hungry. just... stay for now." her hand squeezes your waist slightly as she hides her face in your neck now. you gasp softly as she tugs you into her lap. "missed you." she mumbles against your skin, before pressing small kisses up the line of your neck. your head tilts back instinctively, your lips parting as she nips the skin. "mmm... how much did you miss me?" you murmur, your hand tightening slightly in her hair. she smiles against your skin, it seems that fatigue didn't last very long.
the sound of rain hitting the windows fill up the air alongside the soft sounds the both of you are making. trinity's hand trails up your thigh before squeezing the flesh. she pulls back to look up at you. "was stressed all day. i wish you were there." she gently brushes the hairs from your face, her gaze moving across your features. she cups your cheek before leaning in. you let out a needy sound as her lips crash into yours. your hand holds her wrist, your thumb tracing circles on the inside of it. your other hand resting on her shoulder. she lets out a hum of approval as you grind down onto her thigh. she takes the opportunity to push her tongue against yours. the kiss quickly turns from zero to one hundred, your breathing labored as she licks into your mouth hungrily.
she pulls back, her eyes almost glazed over. "need you... you're gonna let me, right?" her hand glides up from your thigh to grip your hip, guiding you to keep grinding down onto her. her lips are parted as she watches you in wonder. god, you were so beautiful like this. your eyes shut, lips wet with her spit. all hers.
you open your eyes and nod quickly before leaning down to eagerly capture her lips again. she groans and her nails accidentally dig into your skin as she grinds you against her thigh. "just like that, baby... just like that. fuck, i love you." she pants between kisses. her hand slides under your sleep shirt, humming in content as she slides her hand up your side. you shiver in her grip, her fingers swiping against a ticklish spot. she lets out a breathless chuckle at the feeling. she nips your bottom lip gently before pulling back.
you whine slightly as she grips your hip even tighter again, halting your movements. you huff out a breath of annoyance at her shit-eating grin. "why'd you stop?" you pant, your hands tightening on her shoulders. "don't want you to cum yet." you groan at her words. "so annoying..." you turn and try to slide off her lap but she catches you, pulling you back against her chest. "nuh-uh. don't run from me." she rests her chin on your shoulder, looking up at your face. her eyes track your tongue as it glides over your lips, wetting them. "fuck..." she whispers beneath her breath, hoisting you up and gently laying you down on the couch, she straddles your hips as she leans in to connect her lips with yours once again.
she's insatiable when it comes to you. your hands grab at her desperately, trying to tug her shirt off. she catches your hands, linking your fingers with her own, pinning them against the couch's arm above your head. you grunt in annoyance. "trin-"
she pulls back to gaze down at you, "just let me take care of you... please?" she has that pleading look in her eyes that you just can't seem to say no to. you let out a huffy breath before nodding. "fine." you mumble softly. she smiles in triumph and leans down to kiss you again, letting go of your hands. you hum into the kiss, your hands cupping her cheeks.
one of her hands glides down your side, exploring your form so tenderly it almost tickles. she urges your thigh up, settling herself closer until your bodies are completely pressed together. her lips trail down your neck, leaving the skin with one little nip. she sits up, hands settling on your hips, teasing the waistband of your sleep shorts. "can i take these off now?" she tilts her head, her eyebrow raised, just waiting for you to say yes to her.
and when you do, she grins and starts to tug them, and. your panties off, dropping them to the floor as she settles yourself between your thighs. she kisses under your belly button, making her way down until she's just above your mound. she traces a finger around your slit, not yet touching you where you want. she hums in delight as she spreads your folds open, seeing you dripping for her.
you feel yourself twitch, her intentful staring akin to physical touch. she hooks her arms around your thighs, tugging you right into her mouth. licking a stripe from your hole upwards, narrowly avoiding your clit. you groan at the feeling, your hand clenching in her hair. she meets your gaze over your stomach and smiles before burying herself into you. you moan helplessly as she laps hungrily at your folds, making obscene slurping sounds as she takes in your wetness.
she groans at the taste of you, "you taste so fuckin' good, baby." her nose nudges against your clit as her tongue pokes at your entrance. you can't help but let out a symphony of moans at the feeling. your hips bucking into her mouth. one hand holds your hips down as she licks into you messily, smearing your slick all over the bottom half of her face.
you whine at the sight, her pulling back to lick her lips as if savoring the best meal of her life. she doesn't hesitate, diving back in to continue to tease around your clit. you writhe beneath her as she keeps missing your clit, she knows what she's doing and you never fail to fall right into her trap. "for fuck's sake trinity! please! please just-" she grins at your begging and wraps her lips right around it, cutting off your words as you release a desperate moan. you're incoherent at this point, and you can feel her smiling against you. she sucks lightly on your clit, flicking her tongue against so deliciously, your hole clenching in need.
she pants into your cunt, not daring to part from you, not when she can tell you're getting close already. your eyes shut tightly, your hips bucking wildly. she presses a hand against your stomach, feeling the way it tenses beneath her hand. she shoves her tongue inside you then comes back up to scrape her teeth against your clit. your thighs tremble, only getting closer and closer to your peak.
the room around you is hot, only adding to the inescapable heat of your oncoming high. she's relentless, even when you're tugging roughly at her hair. she just moans at the feeling, seeing you so desperate for her. all enough to get her off. she presses down harder on your stomach, "cum f'me. please." she mumbles into you, latching straight onto your clit and sucking hard.
you wail, your back arching painfully as your orgasm shakes through your frame, your thighs clenching, trapping her head against you. she mumbles praises against your skin, her hands stroking your thighs, gently guiding you through your orgasm.
once you stop shaking she pries your thighs from around her head, leaving one loving kiss on your sensitive clit before sitting up. she gazes up at your face with a dazed smile on her own. "you okay?" she asks, leaning over to brush hairs away from your sticky-slicked forehead.
you nod tiredly, finally open your eyes to meet her stare. her smile warms. "there she is." she chuckles and pats your thigh. you bite your lip at the sight of her. her face wet with your slick, her cheeks slightly red and her hair a rough mess. she looked beautiful.
you huff out a laugh, "do you feel better now, at least?" she nods quickly, her smile widening in pride and pure glee. "the best." you gently wipe off some of your slick from her cheeks, to which she wraps her lips around it enthusiastically. she hums at the flavor, pulling back to smack her lips obnoxiously. "mmm, my favorite." you roll your eyes playfully in response, "you're such a dork." she only smiles, too happy to complain, "too bad you love it." already eagerly leaning down to kiss you, and you're both smiling into the kiss, so lost in each other again ♡
Can’t stop thinking about Trinity being for the first time in a while in a steady relationship so she is not used to affection without the intent of having sex.
So when reader hugged her from behind when she was cooking breakfast (the first time her partner stayed over since Dennis was out for the night) she assumed it was for sex so she softly (and a bit anxious) told her that she was still sore from last night.
And her parter like oh baby I just want a hug 🥺
It’s a still hard adjustment for her tbh
Trinity’s surprised you even stayed the night. The adjustment is beating her ass, but she loves how you subtly let her know that you truly love her and like her for her, and not just for the sex.
When you walk into the kitchen, the first thing that hits you is the delicious smell of whatever Trinity’s cooking. You stop in your tracks for a second, rubbing one eye and looking at the backside of Trinity’s figure with the other. She’s in her boxers and your t-shirt, and it makes your heart melt. This overwhelming feeling of love washes over you.
You tiredly shuffle up to Trinity and wrap your arms around her waist, shoving your face in her neck and placing tiny kisses on her warm skin.
Trinity tenses slightly in your grip.
“Wait, I’m still sore from last night,” Trinity mumbles softly, feeling anxious about rejecting you.
You chuckle softly. “Okay. I just wanted to hug you. Does it hurt that bad?”
“No, I just…thought you wanted to get in my pants again.”
You frown and shake your head, fingers tracing her stomach lightly. You know about Trinity’s past relationships, and it hurts you so much to know she wasn’t shown affection unless it was for sex. She was taken aback when you asked her to come over to your place to hang out, and it was actually just that. No sex. No advances. Just you booting up Mario Kart and promising that you’re gonna beat her ass in the race.
It’s taken her so long to adjust to you and your affection, but she loves it. Maybe she’s a bit awkward, but she loves being with you. She loves it when you can tell she’s insecure and shower her with reassurance. You wanna be with her. You don’t care about the sex. You just wanna make her happy and comfortable. You don’t expect sex in return for anything that she does or that you do. You give her gifts because you love her, even though you haven’t plucked up the courage to say those three words yet.
“Just wanted to hug my girl. Breakfast smells good, by the way.” You kiss the side of her face before walking to the fridge to get yourself some OJ, and Trinity finds herself missing your warmth.
a/n: thinking lots of Thoughts about trinity being a former competitive gymnast...
warnings:
nsfw MDNI
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trinity mentions offhand that she used to be a competitive gymnast when she was a teen
it definitely explains her competitive nature, you force her to show you some cute pictures from high school gymnastics comps, and she digs out her old medals/trophies
"damn trin, you must've been good!" you say, holding a trophy with 'first place' engraved in the base
"don't sound too surprised" trinity replies, playfully snatching the gold statue out of your hands
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in the bedroom, her gymnastics abilities become increasingly obvious
she's being a brat; she's taking your strap, complaining that you're not fucking her hard enough, deep enough
eventually, she just hooks her legs over your shoulders
"push my legs back" she demands, grasping at your forearm
"what?"
"just do it." she huffs, and you comply, pushing back till her legs meet her shoulders
"fuck!" she moans - well, screams - as the new angle allows your strap to reach deeper than ever before, catching every sensitive spot inside of her
later, once you've fucked several deep, screaming orgasms out of her, you turn to trinity, bewildered
"how the hell did you get so flexible?"
she scoffs, "how do you think i got all those medals, genius?"
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experimenting with so many different positions, having no trouble reaching the deepest angles that have you both gasping - trinity gasping in pleasure, while you're totally in awe of your girlfriend's body
she shows you some moves she still has the hang of, and you feel like a female bird as you watch her move so elegantly - bending and twisting with such subtle strength, it has you drooling
and not just her flexibility, but her incredible core strength becomes evident when she gets on top
how fast and hard she can ride your strap into the matress, the way her hips roll into you so fluidly, you feel you could cum just watching her move
+ being able to scissor with ease. reader claiming scissoring is impossible, which trinity takes as a personal challenge. you cum on her pussy multiple times before you give her the win.
despite trinity being a total power bottom, when she does top you, her strap game is INCREDIBLE due to her athleticism
her strokes are so smooth, and watching how confident/cocky she is while she straps you down makes you dizzy
+ competitive trinity play-fighting with reader, which reads to actual wrestling, which of course leads to her overpowering you
her gloating turns to teasing as she pins you to the bed, holding you down as she gropes you all over
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a/n: trinity should go to a trampoline park i think
girl your i think he knows fic was so good i literally can’t. wanted to request anothaaa santos x nurse reader inspired by i can see you by ts 😉😉 much love
i can see you
trinity santos x nurse!fem!reader
wc: 2.4k
cw: +18 MDNI. based on this ask! drinking, reader wears a skirt and boots, no specific physical descriptions, fwb kinda situation, hidden relationship, kissing, smut, fingering, oral (trinity recieving)
a/n: this is my first time writing any kind of smut so pls be kind w me and let me know your thoughts. also, sorry for being mia lately, i'm mid semester so school's been beating my ass. idk if this isn't exactly what the anon asked for but i hope you like it!!
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“hey, you’re here!” you turned around at the sound of samira’s voice with a smile on your face
“of course i’m here, babe. it’s your birthday, i wouldn’t miss it for the world” you gave her a tight hug and a peck on the cheek. “you look smokin’ hot” she smiled at your words. you weren’t lying. she was wearing a strapless black dress, her usual tied up hair was in a half up half down which suited her face a lot, “what’ve i missed?”
“you’re one to talk” you shook your head with a small smile but you knew she was right. the jacket, top, and skirt combo you were wearing hugged you in all the right places and the knee-high boots tied up the outfit pretty well
samira started telling you everything that had happened in the hour and a half before you walked into jack’s backyard; mel and langdon flirting incessantly in one of the lounge chairs, victoria and mateo trying to win a round of pool against cassie and joy, whitaker taking too many shots back-to-back and tipsy swaying around the backyard with kim and shen, and jack and robby trying to one-up dana in a quick round of poker while they grilled the meat. before you had the chance to ask for her, you saw trinity make her way out the door, walking towards you
“didn’t know we’d be graced with an angel’s presence tonight” she said with a slightly slurred voice
“yeah, whitaker was not alone during those shots” samira chuckled before walking towards the table, where parker had put a couple sweets a couple minutes before
“hey, sweets. you look smokin’” you tried to bite back a laugh at her slightly slurred words
“thank you, dr santos” you gave her a soft nod, “i could say the same about you”
“dr santos? what’s up with all the formalities?”
“we’re at a colleague’s birthday party” you bit the inside of your cheek, “we gotta be careful if we don’t want anyone to know our business”
she chuckled, “what would you do if they found out about us?”
you bit back a small smile, “i think it’s best if that doesn’t happen” you lifted the glass in your hand up to your lips, “at least not yet”
she bit her lower lip and your gaze flew down to the movement, wanting to be the one biting it, “i guess i can get behind that”
“that’s good then” you took a sip of the wine to hide the smirk on your lips
“wanna meet me at mine later? whitaker’s going to the farm after this” she looked up trough her lashes and you nodded
“sounds like a plan”
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“finally” she groaned against your lips as she closed the door behind you
“sorry. samira was rambling and i didn’t know how to get out of it” you mumbled against her lips
she playfully rolled her eyes, “it’s okay. you’re here” she said before kissing you harder than before. you dropped your bag on the floor before grabbing her waist to pull you into you. she took off your jacket, dropping it to the floor next to your bag and you pulled away slightly to take off her top. she took the chance to take yours off as well before diving back to kiss you
the kiss wasn’t soft. it was hungry, teeth clashing against each other and you could taste the tequila she had drunk back at abbot’s house. her body pressed against yours instantly, making way well into the living room to lay down on her couch, pulling you to sit on top of her, one of her hands resting on your ass. you took off your bra, leaving you bare from the waist up on top of trinity. she groaned before sitting up to kiss you again
the two of you started devouring the other, and the hand resting on your ass traveled back up until her fingers were ghosting your nipple. you moaned into the kiss and she took the chance to kiss down your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses on her way down. you start to rock against her, trying to open the button of her pants so you could take them off
“trin,” you sighed, “please, touch me”
she chuckled against your neck, her hand still toying with your nipples, “i am touching you”
“you know what i mean” you rolled your eyes in pleasure when you felt her mouth sucking at your neck, “remember we said no marks” you breathed out
“no visible ones” she murmured against your pressure point and you sighed, again
“mhm, no visible ones” you softly moaned and she kept making out with the side of your neck as her free hand traveled down to be under your skirt. you let out a lewd moan when she pulled aside your underwear and two of her fingers made contact with you clit
“sweets, you’re soaked” you didn’t have it in yourself to bite back at her lightly mocking tone and, apparently, she didn’t have it in herself to keep teasing you since her hand traveled lower to gather the wetness before going back to your clit to press light circles against it
two of her fingers slowly made their way into you, making you clench on them. you let out a breathy moan at her movements, your head falling back at the feeling of her fingers inside you. your hips move against her hand, riding it as you chase the pleasure. the mixture of her hand and her mouth on your neck makes you come faster than you would’ve liked, but it’s not like any of you were complaining or anything
when you come down from your high, she slowly pulls her fingers out, making you shudder. and you moan when you see her lick them clean. you kiss her again, tasting yourself on her tongue, making your way down her body with your lips until you reach her breasts, “can i take this off?” you ask, toying with the hem of her bra
she nods, a breathy moan escaping her lips when you suck on her left nipple and your hand comes up to the other one, pinching and teasing it. you slowly keep making your way down, taking the hint of taking her pants off when she raises her hips, wiggling them to take them off
you take off her underwear and place soft and tender kisses on the scars around her upper thighs. “stop teasing me” her voice comes out hoarse, pleading, and who are you to deny her anything she wants? so, you kiss her right where she wants you. your lick up a long stripe before you start to make out with her pussy. you could hear her gasp and moan over you as you slid two fingers inside her. her hand shot down to your hair, holding down your head against her and you groaned at the feeling
you knew she was close, so you suck on her clit before groaning against her, “let go, baby. i got you.” her head pressed harder against the couch, moaning loud as she came all over your tongue
after that, you two were laughing, laying on the couch only wearing your underwear, legs tangled together when her phone vibrated on the coffee table. trinity reached over to look and you giggled softly, trying to hold her back against you “don’t. leave it alone” you said softly
“lemme see” she giggled, looking at her lockscreen and the notification made her sit up in a panic, “shit! you gotta go”
“what?” you asked confusedly, making her show you the screen, where a bright ‘omw home. going to pick up some takeout!’ from whitaker made you sit up in a panic. “shit! i thought you said he’d be at the farm?” you asked, putting on your boots before picking up your skirt from the floor and throwing it on fast. trinity shrugged with a grimace and grabbed you by the waist, giving you a soft kiss before you threw on your shirt. “i’ll see you soon, beautiful”
she licked her lips, a smile creeping up on her face, “your shirt is on backwards!” she called from her place on the couch, now wearing an oversized shirt over her underwear
“don’t care!” you said before closing the apartment door. the way down on the elevator was a bit weird, one of their elderly neighbours was giving you side glances at your disheveled state and you tried your best to keep the laughter inside
once you got into your car you let out the breath and laugh you had been holding, throwing your head back against the seat rest. you pulled your phone out of your purse pocket to play some music as a message came through, making you smile
trin
thx for tonight
it was fun
i had fun
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tuesday morning rolled around and with it, the most boring shift you’d had in a while. you guessed it was fine, at least it was better than the alternative, nobody wants a horrible shift. which is why you were sitting down next to princess and perlah playing a round of uno in the breakroom
“uno!” you said, placing down your card. princess groaned and perlah shook her head, letting out a soft breath when the door opened and a very confused dana made her way into the room
“i know damn sure my nurses aren’t playing uno right now” you bit back a laugh at princess and perlah’s expressions
“come on, d” you sighed, “we’re not really doing anything right now”
“mhm. what about your patients?”
“they’re all taken care of," you shrugged, “we made sure before getting our asses in here”
she squinted her eyes before sighing, rubbing her hand on her face and calling your name, “dr al was looking for you. said your seven year old was asking for the cute nurse with the stickers” you let out a soft chuckle, dropping your last card and standing up to make your way into central eight
“a little birdie told me the cutest seven year old wanted more dinosaur stickers” you softly said as you made your way into the room to stand next to the little boy
“hell yeah!” he said with an excited expression that quickly fell a bit when he saw his mother’s expression, “sorry”
you chuckled and reached into your scrub’s pocket to take out the sticker sheet, “here you go, dylan” he grabbed it with the biggest smile you had seen in the whole time he had been there, “now, you wanna put them on your cast when they put it on?” he nodded enthusiastically, thanking you before telling his mother where he wanted the stickers, “let me know if you want more, ‘kay?” his mother nodded with a thankful expression and you winked at dylan before leaving the room
you walked back to the nurse’s station, checking the ipad dana handed you. “still no room for dylan upstairs?” she shook her head no, making you sigh, “damn. well, can you ask again? the boy’s been here long enough”
“i know, sweets. but there’s nothing i can do” she shrugged without looking at you
“pretty please?” you pouted your lips and blinked fast, making her groan
“fine. i’ll ask again” you smiled at her and gave her a hug. she patted your back as a way to tell you to let go of her, but she was loving it, you could see her in the giant smile on her face
“thank you d, you’re the bestest ever” you gave her a big kiss on the cheek before walking away to check on your other patients
you were walking by one of the supply closets when a hand pulled you inside it. “hey, what the hell!?”
“shh” trinity put her hand over your mouth to shut you up, locking the door with her other hand
“what’s going on?” you mumbled from behind it and she pulled it slightly away from your mouth
“nothing, really” she softly said, getting closer to you. you licked your lips just as she grabbed your face with both her hands, “i’ve missed you” she whispered against your lips
“you saw me two nights ago” you whispered back as she leaned forward and kissed you
the kiss started soft and gentle, but deepened when you dropped your hands to grab her waist. trinity sighed against your lips and you took the chance to slip your tongue on her mouth, moaning softly into the kiss
her hands moved until one was cradling the back of your neck and the other was running down your chest. she pressed you harder against the shelf behind you and you groaned into her mouth. “shh, they’re all gonna hear us” she softly said into your ear before pressing wet kisses against the side of your neck. your breath quickened and you could feel her hand drift under your pants, “you have to be really quiet”
“fuck, trin” you threw your head back against your best judgement, “we can’t”
she let out a dry chuckle against your neck, “i’ll be quick”
now it was your turn to chuckle, “we’re never quick, dumbass” you softly pushed her away, “we can finish this later” you pecked her lips before leaving the supply closet, fixing your scrubs before untying and tying back your hair
you saw her again an hour later as you made your way out of central eight after telling dylan and his mom a nurse from pedes would be coming down to get him to his room upstairs. you didn’t miss how she walked next to you, closer than anyone would deem normal, her hand slowly drifting down to the small of your back before her hand rested right on the other side, slipping a little note on your pocket before walking over to where whitaker was waiting for her
you pulled the note out when she was out of your sight and saw scribbled in her hand writing a little ‘meet me 2night?’
you pulled your phone out, quickly texting her. you see her trying to bite back a smile on the other side of the hub before your phone vibrates on your hand
you
wanna go back to mine after the shift?
we can order chinese
and i have a bottle of wine that’s been begging to be opened
summary: the pitt's resident grump trinity santos likes you more than she lets on.
warnings: grumpy x sunshine, slow burn, fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of self harm and depression, possible medical inaccuracies, kissing, happy ending
word count: 6.9k
a/n: the talk of self harm is in the fourth section (the opening sentence starts with "ever since movie night" if you want to skip it, the story will still make sense without reading it!
You still remember the first day you met Trinity Santos. It was on the Fourth of July, so it was extra memorable.
When you came to PTMC, you were a third year med student. Despite your bubbly personality, you were so nervous. Your nerves settled, however, when you found out Joy Kwon, who you went to med school with, was on the same rotation as you.
"So what are your thoughts so far?" Joy mutters under her breath to you.
"I like it, everyone seems nice."
"Even Ogilvie?"
You shrug. "He's kind of annoying at times, but he's fine."
"Damn, there's really nothing that gets under your skin."
"Sure there is", you say as you prop your forearms on the counter of the nurses' station in front of you. "Aside from the obvious like abusers or bigots, people who talk over others, people don't have good hygiene, people who chew loudly or with their mouth open, people who don’t use turn signals, people who hate avocados—"
"Amen to that", someone cuts in. You look to your left and see a girl about your age enter the nurses' station. She sits at the desk opposite of the counter you're leaning against and looks up at you. "Add liars to that list too."
Somewhat in shock, you look down at her, expecting her to introduce herself. But she just looks at you confused.
"What?"
"Oh, sorry, we just haven't met before." You give the girl your name, and tell her that you're a third year med student and today's your first day.
"I figured. You have this sparkle in your eyes, and a smile that won't go away", she tells you, her tone sarcastic. "The longer you're here, the most depressing this place gets."
"Trust me, nothing's going to bring her down", Joy chimes in from beside you. "This is just who she is."
You look at Joy, an amused smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "You say that like it's a bad thing."
"It's not at all, I'm just jealous of how happy you are all the time. You have this… constant chipperness."
"You mean my natural charm and beautiful smile?" You say, flashing your pearly whites.
The girl who still hasn't given you her names scoffs, so you look back to her to find her staring at you. "Are you really this sunny 24/7?"
"Are you really this grouchy 24/7?"
"Pretty much", she says with an exhausted sigh despite it not even being noon yet.
"You still haven't given me your name", you tell her.
She grabs her name tag that's dangling from her scrub top pocket, tugging it slightly forward to emphazie it. "I presume you know how to read."
You lean a little closer and read the name Trinity Santos. She's a doctor. You can't help but notice how cute she looks in her ID picture despite having a straight, grumpy face.
"Well, nice to meet you Dr. Trinity Santos."
"Likewise", Trinity replies, not looking up at you, instead sorting through paperwork.
You point to one of her tattoos that's showing, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows. "I like your tattoo."
Trinity glances at you to see you pointing at her arm. She looks down, and then back up to you. "The tiger? Thanks."
For a brief second, you could've sworn you saw a hint of a smile trying to surface and replace the frown on her face.
"I've always loved tigers. They represent bravery and strength."
Trinity continues to stare at you, her expression unamused. "Yup."
You push off the counter. "Okay then... see you later Dr. Santos."
"Goodbye, sunshine."
As you turn around, a smile spreads across your face. You walk away, Joy at your side.
"Sunshine? Your first day and you've already gotten a nickname."
"I guess so." The faintest blush creeps up on your cheeks. "Sunshine", you affirm.
After a month of working in the Emergency Department of PTMC, you've fallen into a groove, and the once unfamiliar rhythm of the department now feels almost natural. While you wouldn't classify any of your coworkers as friend friends, you do have a handful of work friends.
Aside from Joy, you work well with Samira Mohan, and you see yourself in her in a lot of ways. Victoria Javadi is someone else who you consider a work friend. You even send each other TikToks off the clock. Mel King, a third year resident, is another person you've come to admire as not just a friend, but as a person.
Then there's Trinity Santos. You're sure she would not consider you guys friends — you're not even sure if you do — but she has opened up to you. Just a little bit.
Trinity seems to like working with you, even if she won't confess it or outright show it. You learned that she took in Dennis Whitaker because he didn't have a place to stay which warmed your heart. A week ago she told you about the situationship she's in with a hardass surgeon, Yolanda Garcia.
Based on what Trinity told you, it appears that she's falling for Garcia, more than she'd like to admit. However, the deal between them is strictly casual, and Garcia has made that evidently clear. Even though Trinity didn't ask for your advice, you gave it to her anyways. Speaking from personal experience, you advised her to get out now because it'll only hurt more down the line.
Yesterday, Trinity told you that she finally ended their arrangement. You asked her if there was anything she needs, but she said no. Trinity is hard to read at times, but you could tell she was hurting more than she let on. She's been in a worse mood than usual since she stopped seeing Garcia.
"Hey, Whitaker", you say as you jog up to his side, walking with him.
"Oh, hi."
"I have two Crumbl Cookies that I want to give to Santos, you can have one of them. I was wondering if you would be willing to give them to her? Sorry if that's weird, I know we don't really know each other very well, I actually don't even know Santos that well, but I just thought she'd appreciate it."
"That's so nice of you, of course."
"Great", you say with a smile.
"Can I ask why you don't give it to Trinity yourself?"
"I know I have this natural pep, and I don't want to annoy her." Your voice lowers, "Especially today after you know."
Confused, Whitaker looks at you. "Wait you know about her and Garcia?"
"Yeah, she told me. I thought most of you guys knew."
"As far as I'm aware, I'm the only person who she told besides you. I think some other people might know, but it's not because Trinity told them."
"Oh", you say, blinking a few times. "Um, well, I didn't tell anyone."
Whitaker shakes his head with a fond smile growing on his face. "No, it's okay, I'm just surprised she told you, that's all."
"At the end of our shift can I give the cookies to you?"
"Yeah, yeah, that works", Whitaker replies as he comes to a stop at the nurses' station. "Do you want me to tell her it's from you?"
"You don't have to. If you want, you can take the credit", you say with a small chuckle.
"Wow, thanks. I know she'll appreciate it, she definitely has a sweet tooth."
You nod, a smile still painted on your face. "You're welcome."
Then, you walk away to attend to one of your patients you picked up with Mel. It takes less than 10 minutes to follow up with him, all you had to do was go over blood test results, so now you're leaving to check on another patient.
As you open the curtain and take a step out, you ram into someone. "Sorry", you mumble. When you look up you see Trinity.
She inhales deeply before exhaling, her shoulders still tight. "It's okay." Trinity looks at you for a beat, and then continues the path she was on.
You hesitate for a moment before joining her, your steps in sync with hers. "Are you okay?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" Trinity replies fast and sharp.
"Sorry, just checking. I know ending something casual when you have feelings and the other person doesn't is hard." You take a breath before continuing your rambling. "And I know you're not me, but I've been through it, and it was hell. I had a crush on this girl long before we started hooking up, and I confessed my feelings a few months later, and she told me she still wants casual and doesn't think of me how I think of her. It was..." you huff out a laugh, "heartbreaking."
All of a sudden, Trinity comes to a stop, the two of you in front of pedes. You stop as well and turn your body to face hers. "Thanks", she mutters. She then rambles, the same pace as you just now. "I'm trying not to think about it, but yeah, it fucking hurts. I mean Garcia has seen so much of me that no one else has, and not only does she not want to be in a relationship, I don't think she cares about me at all. I've told her a lot of shit, I've shown her a lot of shit, and she just..." Trinity scoffs out an irritated sigh. "Doesn't care."
You nod, taking in everything Trinity just shared with you. "I'm sorry, you deserve better." You spot doubt and a little bit of insecurity in her eyes as she’s likely assuming you're just taking pity on her. "I mean it, Santos."
"Thank you", she tells you, a hint of vulnerability in her voice. Trinity crosses her arms and takes a steady breath, centering herself. "So, sunshine", Trinity starts, her tone now teasing, and her mouth twitching into a smirk, "you know what a lesbian situationship is like, huh?"
With a laugh, you shake your head. "Oh, trust me, I do."
Trinity laughs too, and you realize it's maybe the third or fourth time you've heard the sound of it since you've known her. For a few moments you just look at each other, awkward tension brewing in the air around you.
"Do you want to come over and watch a movie tomorrow with me and Huckleberry?" Trinity suddenly blurts.
Taken by surprise, your eyes widen, and you stare at her. Never in a million years did you think Trinity liked you, let alone enough to invite you to hang out outside of work.
"Sorry, you don't have to", Trinity begins, shoving her hands in her pockets. "Just forget—"
"Yeah, I'd love to you." You smile warmly, hoping to reassure her.
"Oh, okay, cool. I have your number from the work group chat, so I'll shoot you a text about it later. Huckleberry is playing house farmer's boy edition tonight, so it would just be us if we did it today."
You nod, unsure if Trinity is mentioning that because she wants Whitaker there for the hangout, she wants it to be just the two of you and she's giving you an in, or simply to explain why she picked tomorrow. If Trinity wanted to hang out with only you, she would've asked you to come over today… right?
"Anyways, I'm gonna go", Trinity says, her hands raising to grip the ends of the stethoscope around her neck. "See ya, sunshine."
"Bye", you murmur, still in shock.
Hm, maybe Trinity Santos liked you more than you thought.
You had just finished changing out of your scrubs, now dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants and a tank top. You sling your bag over your shoulder and lean against your locker, waiting for Trinity and Dennis.
A couple minutes go by, and they enter the locker room. Your eyes are glued to your phone.
"Yo", Trinity calls out.
You look up and see the two of them. You greet them with a smile and slide your phone into one of the side pockets of your sweatpants.
"Are you meeting us at our place?" Dennis asks you.
"Yeah."
"Cool. Do you have our address?"
"Yes", Trinity cuts in, her voice dramatic and sarcastic. "I obviously sent it to her."
"Obviously", you hear Dennis mumble mockingly which makes you press your lips together in an attempt to hold back a laugh, although, a smile still surfaces.
"We'll walk you to your car", Trinity tells you as she grabs her stuff out of her locker.
You lead the way, Trinity on your right, and Dennis on hers. No one is talking, and the quietness is kind of awkward.
"So a movie is your idea of a good Friday night, huh?" You ask Trinity, breaking the silence with a teasing smirk.
"Sunshine, don’t think I'm boring. I go out. I bar hop. I club."
"I go out like that on occasion, but it's not really my scene."
Trinity nudges your shoulder with hers. "That's because you haven't gone with me."
You look down at the ground and smile before looking back up and speaking. "Who do you usually go with?"
"I've dragged Dennis along a few times, once with Crash, but I usually go with a couple of my friends. Ever since I started med school, we've drifted apart and now with me working as a doctor, we have even less time for each other. When we go out, that's when we catch up. In between drinks and dancing." Trinity says that last sentence with a bitterness in her voice.
"I'm her only friend", Whitaker chimes in, his tone laced with humor.
"Shut the fuck up", Trinity says through a chuckle. "They're still my friends, they just don't know that much about me anymore."
"But Whitaker does", you say somewhat as a question, but more so as a confirmation.
"Dennis", he tells you, "but yes."
Trinity scoffs, and you catch a small smile on her face. Her smile makes you smile.
You point ahead at the car two spaces away from where you guys are currently at. "This is my car."
"It's blue", Trinity points out.
"Yes, it is. You're very observant", you joke.
Trinity rolls her eyes playfully. "Uh, huh."
Her and Dennis come to a stop behind your car as you walk over to the driver's side. You pull out your keys and unlock it.
"Thanks for walking me", you tell them.
"Of course", Trinity and Dennis say at the same time. They then turn to each other, something like disgust and offendedness on their faces. You giggle, finding it cute.
You open the driver's side door. "Okay, I'll see you again in like 15 minutes." You give a quick wave, and then get into your car.
After you set your bag on the passenger seat, you program Trinity and Dennis's address into your GPS. On the drive over you listen to a soft rock playlist.
You're waiting outside the apartment complex for Trinity and Dennis to come and show you to their apartment. You're only waiting for a minute before they come.
The walk over to their unit is filled with sibling-like bickery between Trinity and Dennis. Something about Trinity leaving her laundry in the dryer, and Dennis eating all the Lucky Charms. A chuckle escapes you every now and then upon hearing some of their comments and complaints.
Once you reach their apartment, Trinity unlocks it and steps inside. The duo gives you a mini tour, pointing out the kitchen, living room, and bathroom. They tell you to make yourself at home while they change.
Dennis comes back from his room not even two minutes later. He's wearing sweatpants like you along with a blue t-shirt that has a vintage style print of a state, you think it's Nebraska. You're on the couch, and he joins you, sitting on the opposite end.
"Do you want something to eat?"
Truth be told, you are hungry, but you don't want to impose. Instead, you just shrug. "Eh, I'm okay."
Dennis examines your expression for a few seconds before standing up. "We have some leftover lasagna I'm gonna heat up. I made it a couple days ago. Can I get you a plate?"
"Yeah, that would be good, thank you."
He nods and heads to the kitchen. You watch from the couch as he scoops servings for you and him. He also grabs a third plate, you assume for Trinity.
After Dennis heats it up, he brings you your plate and sets his own on the coffee table. He then goes back into the kitchen to grab the third plate. On his way back over to the living room, Trinity comes out.
"So what movie are we going to watch?"
You turn to her. Trinity's now wearing a pair of baggy boxers and a white tank top. You don't even realize how intense you're staring, but then Trinity makes eye contact with you. Immediately, you look away.
"I'm okay with anything", you say.
As Trinity and Dennis's paths cross, he hands her the plate of lasagna that’s in his hand. "What about Happy Gilmore? It's a lighthearted film", Dennis suggests.
"God, you have such bad taste. I forgot how much I still need to teach you", Trinity says with a small chuckle as she sits on the sofa. Dennis sits in the same corner he was previously at.
"Hey, I teach you things too. You really love my farmer's casserole."
"Don't flatter yourself, I like any casserole."
As the two settle in, you take a bite of the lasagna. "This is pretty good", you say after you finish chewing. "I didn't realize you cooked."
Dennis chuckles, almost embarrassed. "I don't really. Just a few family recipes."
"And they're all bomb as fuck", Trinity compliments even thought she just made a jab about Dennis's home cooked meals a second ago.
You notice how she's sitting, her back against the cushion, and her legs spread. Dennis leans against the arm of the couch and stretches his legs onto her lap.
"But seriously, what are we going to watch?" Trinity asks again.
"A musical?" Dennis answers, providing another suggestion.
"Aww, musicals are so cute", you say.
"Trinity loves them."
"Shut up, dumbass", Trinity tells Dennis, lightly smacking one of his ankles.
Dennis looks at you and lowers his voice despite Trinity being in the middle of you two. "She's embarrassed."
"This is shocking news", you giggle. "I would've never guessed."
"And that's why she's embarrassed."
"Fucking close your mouth", Trinity mutters, although there’s no real bite behind it.
You raise your eyebrows at Trinity, a grin still plastered across your face. "What's your favorite musical?"
She looks away from you and glances down at the plate in her hands, scooping a bite of food. "Hades Town", Trinity admits in a quiet grumble.
"I saw that on Broadway when I was 21."
You can see Trinity's face light up. She finishes her bite before responding to you. "Lucky."
"It was really good."
"How about Grease?" Dennis suddenly cuts in.
"Oh, I love Grease", you beam.
"Okay, yeah, let's do Grease", Trinity says.
But neither Trinity or Dennis move except to eat. After 10 seconds, Trinity turns to Dennis, an annoyed look on her face.
"What?" Dennis asks her, sass in his voice.
"Aren't you going to start the movie?"
He rolls his eyes and sets his plate down on the coffee table. He grabs the remote, finds the movie, and then starts it. Then he puts the remote on the coffee table and swaps it out for his plate.
You're enjoying watching a movie with them. Occasionally you'll glance over at Trinity and see her mouthing the lyrics, probably completely unaware that she's doing that. She'll make some witty comment every so often, and surprisingly Dennis even does once or twice.
Right after There Are Worse Things I Could Do, a song you learned is one of Trinity's favorites from Grease, Dennis gets a phone call. He excuses himself and goes to the kitchen. Trinity pauses the movie for him.
When he returns, he collects the dishes from the coffee table as he updates you and Trinity. "Amy's baby has a fever. His temp is barely 100°, but I'm going to go check to ease her mind and help out." He seems to be done talking, but then you see a flicker of realization cross his face. "Oh, Amy is this woman I help out. She lives on a farm", Dennis informs you.
"Cool."
"Damn, Huckleberry, that woman has got you whipped."
"Shut up", he says, annoyance in his voice but not any anger. "You better be nice while I'm gone." Dennis eyes Trinity, and then you, and then Trinity once more.
You've never seen this side of him before. It’s… entertaining. The two of them together are endearing.
"I'm always nice", Trinity shouts as Dennis puts the dishes in the sink. "Just not with people who always eat my avocados!"
Dennis slides on his shoes and side eyes his roommate from the entryway, waving her off before leaving. After you hear the door shut, you look to Trinity, holding back a laugh.
"That was…"
"Annoying? Yeah, sorry. He can be a real fuckleberry sometimes."
"It was kind of cute."
Trinity's eyes snap to yours. "What do you mean cute?"
"Just, you know, seeing how you interact with one another, your relationship."
She crosses her arms, almost offended. "There's nothing cute about it."
"I beg to differ", you say in a sing song voice.
"How is us annoying each other cute? I hate living with him sometimes", Trinity tells you, slumping against the couch. You can see right through the wall of feigned toughness she’s trying to put up.
"Sometimes?" you tease.
"Whatever", Trinity replies, shrugging you off.
You laugh softly, and you see a small smile spread on Trinity’s face. Her eyes meet yours, and you hold each other’s gazes for a few seconds. Trinity looks away first.
"Thanks for the cookies."
"Cookies?" You look at Trinity, confusion written on your face before it clicks. "Oh, right. Dennis told you they were from me?"
"Yeah, was he not supposed to? Why would you not want the credit?"
"All I cared about was getting you the cookies, and I didn't want to overwhelm you or annoy you or anything."
"Oh. Um, well, thank you. That was nice."
"You're welcome."
"And you wouldn't have annoyed me."
"Oh", you say in surprise.
You're about to make a joke or sarcastic comment back like "could've fooled me" or "that's a plot twist", but you can hear the sincerity of her tone. You just nod, not really sure what to say, but luckily for you, Trinity talks instead.
"Ready to start the movie again?"
Your eyes linger on Trinity a longer than necessary before you turn your attention back to the TV. "Go ahead."
Ever since movie night at Trinity and Dennis's apartment, Trinity has been talking to you much more than before. You love to annoy her with your liveliness and smiles. You think she secretly loves it too.
Most people just assume you're cheerful all the time, but what they don't know is that you've battled your own demons. As a teenager, you developed depression which carried into adulthood. You've since seen a psychiatrist and now go to therapy, so it's much better managed.
But that's why you try to appreciate the little things, look on the bright side, and raise people's spirits — especially being in this line of work. Because you know what it's like to have dark days and feel like life isn't worth living. And so, your shine can never be dimmed.
"Did you hear about the patient that pissed on Whitaker earlier?" Joy asks you.
"Yeah, poor guy", you say with a pout.
"You have to admit it's a little funny."
"Maybe, but would you be laughing if it happened to you?"
"Yes", Joy replies instantly without even thinking about it. "Maybe not in the moment, but yes, it's funny."
You chuckle and shake your head. "It is kind of funny", you admit. Before you can say anything else, another voice pops in.
"Can I talk to you for a second?" You turn around and see Whitaker.
"Yes." You look back to Joy. She has a questioning look on her face, and you mouth "I don't know" before turning back to Whitaker. You walk with him around the corner. "What's up?"
"Just, uh..." Dennis shifts his weight nervously. He hesitates for a moment like he's not sure if he should be asking you this. "Has Trinity said anything to you today? Anything that might raise any red flags?"
"What? No. What do you mean by that? Is she okay?"
"She seems kind of down, but she won't talk to me. I know that she found out last night that Garcia is seeing someone else, so it might be about that. I don't want Trinity to do anything... self destructive."
You nod, taking in this information. "I've only spoken to her a couple times so far today, and it was all case related besides me telling her a little bit about a show I just started. She seemed a little off, but I didn't want to push her."
"That sounds about right. I'm surprised she wasn't short with you at all."
"Do you want me to talk to her?"
"Eh, it's really up to you. I don't think you'll get anywhere, but you never know."
"I'll catch her at some point."
"Thanks, I appreciate it."
With a comforting smile, you give Dennis a nod. Then, the two of you go back to work. You head to the nurses' station, and look up at the board. But out of the corner of your eye, you see Trinity.
You look to her, her back turned to you. She's in front of a suture cart. You take a grounding breath before walking over to her.
But before you get there, you see Trinity tuck a scalpel into her pocket. You watch as she walks away, never noticing you. In your gut you have a bad feeling, so you follow her.
Trinity enters the bathroom, and you pause outside of the door, unsure if you should follow her in. But something is telling you to go after her.
When you come in, Trinity's not in view. You bend over slightly and see only one pair of shoes, ones you instantly recognize as Trinity's. Cautiously, you walk over to where she is, the second to last stall.
You stand outside of her stall in thought. On one hand, Trinity might need space, something you know she needs more than the average person. However, on the other hand, you know Trinity isn’t good at accepting help.
So you decide to help her.
"Trin?"
Silence.
"Trinity?"
"What?"
"Can I come in?"
"No", she scoffs.
You bend down, getting on all fours and crawl under the stall door. Once you’re all the way in, you sit on tile, your back against the door. Trinity’s sitting on the toilet.
"What the fuck", Trinity mutters under her breath. You see her tuck something behind her. "I could've been peeing."
"I knew you weren't, and you wouldn’t open the door", you say as you bend your knees and rest your forearms on them.
She glances down at her feet. "Because I didn’t want you in here."
"I know."
You sit there in silence for about 20 seconds, not wanting to pressure Trinity, but letting her know you’re here.
"Why are you even here?" Trinity asks, finally meeting your gaze.
"Because I want to make sure you’re okay."
"I am, I just…" she draws in a shaky breath, "I'm fine, just tired."
"Trinity."
She holds your stare, your eyes locked like it’s a contest. She’s the one who loses. "Really, I'm fine, I just needed a little break", Trinity tells you, rolling her eyes.
"Hey", you start, your voice softer. "What did you hide from me when I came in?"
"You mean when you broke in."
"When I crawled in technically."
A small chuckle escapes both of you, and then silence sets in again. The air feels still and heavy.
"Trin."
With a sigh, she grabs what she tucked away. "It’s just this", Trinity tells you, holding the scalpel up, but not saying the actual name of the object. "For a patient I was going to go to."
"What patient was that scalpel for?"
"Um… oh, there's a kid with an abscesses."
"What room?"
"I don't remember exactly, south 17?"
"South 17 is my patient."
"South 16 then. I told you, I don't remember."
"Can I have it?" You extend your hand out to her.
"Why?" Trinity asks, her voice trembling just slightly.
"Because…" you pause, trying to figure out the most delicate way of saying this. "Now I’m not sure if you were going to, but I don’t want you to hurt yourself."
Trinity’s eyes flash to yours for a second before looking back down at her shoes. Hesitantly and without looking at you, she hands you the packaged scalpel. You tuck it in your pocket, and then gently touch one of her knees.
"I'm just going to stay with you if that's okay."
She looks up to you, her eyes glossy, and then nods and looks back down. "Fine", she whispers.
You rub circles around her knee, your touch light and careful. The two of you sit like that for at least two minutes before she breaks the silence.
"How did you know?" Trinity asks, her voice small and her eyes filled with hurt and something else you can’t quite place.
Slowly, you stand up. You then grab the waistband of your pants and tug them down.
"What are you—"
"Just look", you sternly tell her.
When your pants are just above your knees, you leave them there and put your attention back onto Trinity. She’s looking at you, confusion sketched all over her face. As she looks down and examines you, she lets out a small chuckle.
You follow her gaze and realize Trinity is looking at your hip tattoo of a star that's peeking out of your underwear.
"Nice tattoo, but I don't get why you're showing me this."
"Not that."
Trinity glances up at your face again before looking back to your legs. She leans in closer, and that’s when she sees it.
Lines of faint yet small rough bumps that make up a cluster of scars on your upper thighs. Trinity's eyes widen slightly as she takes in the marks on your skin. You hear her suck in some air, almost like a gasp. After a few moments, you pull your scrub bottoms back up.
"That's why."
"I'm sorry", Trinity says, her voice barely above a whisper.
Trinity stands, her pants pulled down but her underwear still on. When she was sitting on the toilet before, she was leaning forward and you couldn’t see her thighs very well. But now you can, and you see scars just like yours.
Trinity waits just long enough so you can get a quick look before pulling her pants back up. "I haven’t, um..." Trinity swallows, almost like she's getting rid of a lump in her throat before continuing, "I haven’t in little over a month."
"That’s good", you tell her with a soft smile. "I know you may not want to, but you can always call me, okay?" You pause for a second. "So… can I ask what drove you to do this today? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, Trin."
She crosses her arms and takes a deep breath. "Fucking Garcia."
"Garcia?"
"I know, it’s so stupid. I just found out she started fucking someone else, and it shouldn’t hurt me, but it does. Also, Whitaker has been spending so much more time at the farm, he’s barely home, and I just… I just have nobody."
"You have me", you reply immediately. "And Whitaker is there for you more than you know."
Trinity looks at you, for once with all her walls down, and nods. "Okay."
"I mean it. You're important Trinity. To patients, to the staff here, to Whitaker, to your friends, and to me."
Her breath catches in her throat for a moment.
"You don't have to if you don't want to, but I think it would be a good idea to talk to Whitaker. He's worried about you."
A half scoff, half laugh escapes Trinity, a small smile forming on her face. "He's so annoying", Trinity complains affectionately.
"Because he cares about you", you reply with a chuckle.
"Yeah, I know." Trinity's voice is soft — gentle even.
"Are you ready to get back to work or do you need more time?"
"I think I'm good."
"Are you sure? I can cover for you."
"No, no, really, I mean it."
You can see the genuineness in Trinity's eyes, her features seemingly lighter than when you first saw her. You give her a small, tender smile. "Okay." You turn around and unlock the stall door before turning back to Trinity. "After you."
It's been a little over a month since that day in the bathroom which Trinity. She ended up calling you once at midnight when you were about to go to bed. Instead, you came right over to her place, and brought some of her favorite late night snacks.
Since then, Trinity's been doing better. She doesn't just say that she is — you can see a difference in her. While Trinity is still crabby at times, you've noticed that she smiles and laughs more. Last week Dennis even brought that up to you.
You were laughing at a joke Trinity told, Whitaker and Javadi with you too. Trinity walked away to check on a patient, and that's when Whitaker turned to you.
"You know, she smiles more when she's around you."
"What?"
"It's true", Victoria chimes in.
You look between them, a smile still on your face, but now you have a puzzled look as well. "Trinity? Maybe I'm just naturally adorable."
Dennis lets out a little laugh, more so to himself. "You nailed it in one."
Skeptically, you raise your brows. "What does that mean?"
Victoria and Dennis exchange a look and chuckle. "Think about it", Victoria tells you before walking away.
"You'll figure it out", Dennis adds, a smirk on his face.
You stand there confused as ever for a few moments. Were they implying that Trinity thinks you're cute?
For the last week that's been on your mind. However, yesterday after work you went to pick up food and ran into your ex. So now you can't shake that interaction.
Your ex-girlfriend you ran into, when you were tragically looking exhausted and wearing smelly scrubs, had cheated on you. It happened almost two years ago, and you haven't dated anyone since her. Her actions really screwed you up, so you've guarded your heart since.
It would be one thing to just see her, but she was with someone else. To see that unexpectedly and after a long shift really hurt. So far today you've been distracted, your mind dwelling on the past.
You and Joy are near the nurses' station, presenting a case to Robby. Joy has just finished debriefing him on a diabetic patient the two of you are treating.
"Labs?"
"Ordered", Joy replies to Robby.
"What did you include?"
"Glucose levels, CBC, and CMP."
Robby says your name, pulling you out of your thoughts. "Hm?"
"Anything else to add?"
"Oh, uh, nope. Joy's got it covered."
"You're talking a lot less than usual", Robby says with a small snicker.
You shrug and force a smile. "I've just had a long week."
Robby nods and decides not to press further. "What about an EKG?"
"Yup." Joy turns to you, expecting you to confirm.
"Oh, hm? I thought you ordered that", you tell Joy.
"No, I did the labs."
"Someone better order it", Robby says.
"Fuck", you mutter under your breath, anger in your voice. "I got it."
You don't mean to leave as dramatically as you do, but you storm away. As quick as you can, you order an EKG, feeling stupid for not having already done it. When you're finished, you head to the break room, in need of a short rest, even if it's just for a minute or two.
As you enter, you notice that no one else is in here. From the fridge you grab a bottled Starbucks frappuccino that Trinity gave you this morning before walking over to the table and sitting down, slumping in a chair and covering your face with your hands. "Fuck", you curse to yourself.
The sound of the door opening makes you sit up straighter and remove your hands from your face. You see Trinity, her expression that meep face you've always found cute. She walks over to you, almost hesitant.
"You... okay?"
"Yeah, fine", you reply instantly, your voice flat.
Trinity nods and takes a seat in the chair across from you. "Are you sure? That wasn't like you back there with Robby and Joy."
You scoff, completely aware that Trinity was even in the vicinity of you in that moment. You take a sip of coffee before replying. "I know I fucked up, you don't have to remind me."
"All you did was forget to put in an order for an EKG. It's barely a mistake", Trinity tells you, attempting to reassure you.
"I still forgot. I never forget." You sigh and rest an elbow on the table, putting your face in your hand.
"What's up with you?"
"Nothing", you bite out.
"Damn, you're starting to sound like me."
A hollow laugh leaves you and cuts through the air. "Am I not allowed to just be for a minute?"
Trinity's silent for a few seconds, not really sure what to say. Guilt creeps up on you in the suffocating quiet. With a sigh, you look at her.
"Sorry", you tell Trinity, your voice barely loud enough for her to hear.
"So are you going to tell me why you're acting like your grandma died?" Immediately, Trinity cringes. "Shit, that was a bad joke, we're in an emergency room for fuck's sake. Did someone actually die? Shit, I'm sorry."
Your lips curve upwards, just a tad. You know Trinity was just trying to make a funny comment, likely to make you smile, but her backtracking on her words is what really gets you.
"No one died", you say, your tone softer and a little lighter.
"Oh, okay, good."
You draw in a shaky breath and clasp your hands together, fidgeting with your fingers. "I ran into an ex yesterday. She cheated on me, and it ended really badly, and it was just a terrible time in my life."
"Shit. I'm sorry, Sunshine."
Hearing the nickname Trinity gave you makes your mouth quirk up into a small smile. You don't even realize that you're even blushing a little bit.
"Hey, there's my Sunshine", Trinity tells you, a smile of her own crossing her face.
You chuckle and meet her gaze. There's something soft in her expression, something you've seen a few times before but haven't been able to pinpoint what it is. Affection? Nervousness? Care? Shyness? Love?
"C'mon." Trinity stands up and extends a hand to you. You look up to her and take it, a sly smirk on your face.
You're surprised by how Trinity actually yanks you up. She pulls you with such strength that once you're standing, you stumble closer to her. You look at Trinity, her hand still on yours.
Whatever you see in Trinity's eyes deepens, and suddenly she's pressing her lips against yours. You're taken by surprise, your body going still for a brief second, but after the initial shock, you kiss her back.
Trinity tastes like cherry chapstick, and her lips are soft and tender. You close your eyes, your mind now going blank.
But Trinity pulls back and drops your hand. You feel her body tense as she does so until there's no more contact.
Your brows pull together, trying to figure out what Trinity's thinking right now. You can see a measure of anxiety scrawled all over her expression. Trinity looks away and fidgets with the hem of her top.
"I'm so fucking sorry. Just—"
Before she can finish, your hands find her cheeks. You look at her for a few seconds, communicating more than you ever could with words with your eyes. Then, you lean in and kiss her.
The kiss starts off soft and slow, like how it was when Trinity first pulled you in. However, this time, it deepens. You feel Trinity's arms wrap around your waist, bringing you closer to her body. Your hands leave her face and trail to the back of her neck, pushing her face further to yours.
After 20 seconds or so, you break the kiss. You kiss Trinity's cheek before resting your forehead on hers. Trinity stares deep into your eyes, taking in every detail of you. She then leans forward, her lips barely brushing yours.
When Trinity pulls back, your arms are still around her neck and her hands are on your hips. You're so smiling and so is she.
"You should smile more", you tease.
"But I love to frown", Trinity replies with a playful pout.
You chuckle softly. "And it's just as cute."
Trinity gives your lips a quick peck before giving your jaw a few kisses, moving up to your ear. "I'll smile as long as you're around, Sunshine."
— 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀trinity santos x fem!reader
⠀— 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ◈ passenger princess
. after another exhausting shift in pittsburgh, trinity santos drags you out on one of your usual late night drives through the city. what starts as teasing hands on your thigh and sarcastic banter quickly spirals into something far more intimate once trinity parks the car beside the river. between fogged windows, messy kisses and trinity’s inability to keep her hands to herself, the two of you end up tangled together in the front seat while the rain pours outside . 9.3k
⠀— 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ◈ passenger princess
. explicit sexual content . fingering . thigh riding . oral fixation . nipple play . praise kink . needy dynamics . messy kissing . teasing . dom!trinity santos . soft possessiveness . overstimulation themes . grinding . orgasm control . car sex . established situationship vibes . emotional intimacy . suggestive dialogue . rain + late night atmosphere . mentions of exhaustion from hospital shifts . roommate!dennis whitaker appearances . emotionally soft trinity santos .
⠀— 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ◈ passenger princess
. my first ever trinity fic <3 i genuinely love writing her already because she’s somehow both cocky and painfully soft at the same time. late night drives in pittsburgh with trinity santos has been rotting my brain for DAYS so i had to write this immediately.
Rain tapped steadily against the kitchen window of Trinity Santos’ apartment while the city outside blurred gold beneath Pittsburgh streetlights, the kind of cold spring rain that soaked straight through clothes within seconds.
The apartment smelled faintly like coffee, laundry detergent, and whatever takeout Dennis had ordered two hours earlier and forgotten to throw away, containers still abandoned across the counter beside half-finished beers.
Trinity leaned against the kitchen island tugging her hoodie over her head while you sat cross legged on the couch beside Dennis Whitaker — Huckleberry — who barely glanced up from the hockey game flickering across the television anymore whenever you were around.
That had changed fast after you and Trinity met almost eight months ago at the South Side bar you worked at, Trinity walking in after a brutal shift at the hospital with dried blood still staining the sleeve of her scrub top beneath her jacket.
She’d flirted with you terribly from the second you served her whiskey, all smug smiles and exhausted sarcasm while you pretended not to notice how pretty she was. Dennis still claimed he knew Trinity was doomed the second she came home rambling about “the bartender with the attitude problem.”
Trinity denied that every single time it got brought up despite the fact she practically lived attached to your side now. “You know,” Dennis said casually without taking his eyes off the television, “normal people usually go home after fourteen hour shifts instead of aimlessly driving around Pittsburgh listening to sad lesbian music.”
Trinity scoffed from across the kitchen while pulling her keys from the counter, dark curls still damp from the shower she’d taken barely twenty minutes earlier. “First of all, fuck you,” she replied immediately, voice rough with exhaustion while she shoved her feet into old sneakers near the door. “Second of all, Deftones isn’t sad lesbian music.”
Dennis finally looked over the back of the couch at her with complete disbelief written across his face. “That is exactly what Deftones is.” You laughed quietly under your breath while Trinity shot both of you an unimpressed look, grabbing her leather jacket from the hook beside the apartment door.
The oversized grey hoodie she wore disappeared slightly beneath it, rings glinting beneath the warm kitchen light while she pointed accusingly toward Dennis. “You literally listen to divorced dad podcasts voluntarily,” she shot back.
“And you spend your nights driving around listening to songs that sound like emotional support cigarettes,” Dennis answered lazily.
Trinity opened her mouth to argue again before glancing toward you instead, expression softening almost immediately in a way that still felt unfairly easy whenever she looked at you. “C’mon,” she muttered quietly, jerking her head toward the door while trying and failing to hide the small smile pulling at the corner of her mouth.
The cold hit instantly the second you stepped outside, rain misting against your skin while Trinity locked the apartment door behind you with one hand shoved into her jacket pocket. Pittsburgh looked sleepy at this hour, streets slick with rainwater reflecting blurry gold and white lights beneath the dark sky while traffic hummed quietly somewhere down the hill.
Trinity’s car sat parked beneath a flickering streetlamp across the street, slightly crooked against the curb because she genuinely parked like nobody had ever taught her properly. “You park like a criminal,” you muttered while walking beside her through shallow puddles gathering near the sidewalk.
Trinity glanced sideways at you with immediate offense. “I park creatively.”
“You mounted the curb yesterday.”
“That curb came outta nowhere.” You laughed again softly, shaking your head while she unlocked the car with a click and opened the passenger door for you before climbing into the driver’s seat herself.
The inside of the car felt instantly warmer than outside, carrying the familiar scent of coffee cups, her perfume lingering faintly in the fabric seats, and cigarette smoke trapped somewhere deep in the upholstery no matter how much she cleaned it.
Trinity tossed her phone into the cupholder before starting the engine, dashboard lights casting soft orange against her face while rain streaked slowly across the windshield.
For a moment neither of you spoke while the heater blasted warm air toward your legs and the windshield wipers dragged rhythmically across the glass, rain blurring the city outside into smeared streaks of colour.
Then Trinity plugged her phone into the aux and instantly filled the car with music, bass humming low through the speakers while Cigarette After Sex drifted softly into the small space around you both.
“Oh my god,” you said immediately, already laughing. “Dennis was right.” Trinity looked over at you with narrowed eyes while pulling away from the curb one handed.
“Don’t start.”
“This is sad lesbian music.”
“You literally listen to Phoebe Bridgers.”
“Okay but I’m emotionally self aware.”
Trinity snorted softly under her breath before turning the volume slightly louder, fingers tapping lazily against the steering wheel while the city slid past outside the windows. She drove through Pittsburgh like muscle memory alone guided her now, weaving through familiar streets beneath glowing bridge lights while rain shimmered across the roads ahead.
You watched her quietly from the passenger seat while she drove, taking in the tiredness beneath her eyes, the faint scar near her jaw you’d kissed countless times before, the way her rings caught every passing light while her hand rested loose against the wheel.
“You know what your problem is?” Trinity asked suddenly after a few quiet minutes, eyes still fixed ahead on the road while she merged onto the bridge overlooking the river.
“What?”
“You looked way too pretty behind that bar the first night we met.” You turned toward her immediately, eyebrows lifting in disbelief while she smirked slightly at the road ahead.
“That’s my problem?”
“Yeah.” Rain battered harder against the windshield while downtown Pittsburgh glowed ahead of you in blurry reflections, every building mirrored across the black river beneath the bridge. Trinity shook her head softly like she was replaying the memory in real time, thumb brushing absentmindedly over the steering wheel.
“I walked in covered in blood from work,” she continued, laughing quietly to herself. “Not mine, thankfully, but still. And there you were acting all mean while pouring whiskey like you were starring in some indie film.”
“I was not mean.”
“Baby, you looked me dead in the eyes and said ‘you gonna order something or just stare at me all night?’”
You buried your face briefly in your hands while Trinity laughed properly this time, warm and exhausted and pretty enough to make your stomach tighten slightly. Then, without warning, her hand slid slowly from the steering wheel onto your thigh, fingers warm and heavy against bare skin beneath your shorts while she kept driving like she hadn’t done anything at all.
Trinity’s hand rested heavily against your thigh like it belonged there, warm through the cold air still lingering inside the car from when you’d climbed in minutes earlier. Her palm spread lazily over your skin just above your knee, fingers tapping once absentmindedly in time with the music while the Pittsburgh skyline blurred gold outside the rain streaked windows.
It wasn’t even sexual yet, not really, but nothing with Trinity ever stayed innocent for long once she touched you. The simple weight of her hand alone made heat curl low in your stomach embarrassingly fast, your thighs pressing together slightly on instinct before you could stop yourself.
You hated how easily your body reacted to her sometimes, especially when she wasn’t even trying that hard yet. Trinity noticed immediately of course because she noticed everything when it came to you, dark eyes flicking sideways from the road for half a second before the corner of her mouth twitched upward knowingly.
“Seriously?” she murmured softly, amusement coating every word while her thumb brushed slowly against your thigh through the fabric of your shorts. “All I did was touch your leg.”
You turned your head toward the rain covered window instantly, pretending sudden interest in the blurred city lights outside while your pulse started beating noticeably harder beneath her hand.
“Oh my god,” Trinity laughed quietly under her breath, the sound low and rough enough to make the heat in your stomach twist tighter. “You’re blushing.”
“I’m literally not.”
“Baby, I can see you.” Her hand slid slightly higher against your thigh then, still casual enough to stay deniable but deliberate enough that your breath caught softly in your throat anyway.
The car filled with low music and the steady sound of rain while Trinity drove one handed through downtown Pittsburgh completely relaxed, like she wasn’t fully aware of the effect she had on you sitting beside her.
But she was aware. Extremely aware. That was the dangerous thing about Trinity. She loved dragging reactions out of you slowly, teasing until you got frustrated enough to snap while she sat there acting innocent the entire time.
“You get so worked up over nothing,” she murmured teasingly, eyes still fixed on the slick road ahead while her rings pressed cool against your skin. “It’s kinda cute actually.”
You shot her an annoyed look despite the way your stomach flipped at the word cute coming from her mouth. “You’re so annoying.” Trinity grinned immediately, finally glancing sideways at you properly for the first time since putting her hand there.
“And yet,” she said lightly, “you’re still sittin’ in my car at one in the morning wearing my hoodie.” You opened your mouth to argue before shutting it again because unfortunately she had a point. Trinity’s smirk widened slightly at your silence, clearly pleased with herself while her fingers flexed gently against your thigh.
The movement made another involuntary pulse of heat shoot low through your body, your legs tensing subtly beneath her touch before you could stop it. Trinity noticed that too because of course she did.
“There it is again,” she murmured almost to herself, voice quieter now while her thumb dragged slow circles against your skin. “Jesus Christ.”
“What?” you asked cautiously despite already knowing exactly where this was going.
Trinity’s grin turned almost mean then, all cocky amusement while rain reflected across her face in shifting gold streaks from the city outside. “That little twitch you do when your pussy starts getting sensitive.”
Your breath caught so sharply it was almost embarrassing, eyes widening immediately while heat flooded straight up your neck beneath the dim glow of the dashboard lights. Trinity didn’t even look remotely ashamed for saying it either.
She kept driving through rain soaked Pittsburgh streets like she hadn’t just casually pointed out one of the most humiliating things she’d ever noticed about you. Her hand stayed exactly where it was on your thigh, fingers spread warm and possessive while Deftones hummed low through the speakers around you both.
Outside the window, bridges and streetlights blurred into streaks of gold against the wet roads, but your entire focus narrowed painfully onto Trinity beside you. “You’re unbelievable,” you muttered finally, trying and failing to sound annoyed instead of flustered.
Trinity laughed softly under her breath at that, dark curls falling into her eyes while she stopped at a red light near the river. “Am I wrong?” she asked casually. You stayed quiet. Her smirk widened instantly. “That’s what I thought.”
The red light painted faint colour across her face while she turned slightly toward you, fingers tapping lazily against your thigh like she had all the patience in the world.
“Y’know what’s funny?” she murmured, voice low enough to settle directly beneath your skin. “I haven’t even done anything yet.”
Her thumb brushed slowly upward another inch as she spoke, the movement still technically innocent but intimate enough that your thighs pressed together automatically around her hand. Trinity’s eyes dropped immediately to the motion before flicking back toward your face with obvious amusement.
“There she is,” she teased softly. “Knew you were getting needy.”
“I’m not needy.”
“Baby.” Trinity actually laughed this time, shaking her head while the light finally turned green and she eased the car forward again. “Your legs are literally shaking.”
You looked down instantly and hated that she was right, your muscles tense beneath the thin fabric of your shorts while her hand stayed resting dangerously high against your inner thigh now. “Shut up,” you mumbled weakly.
“Or what?” Trinity asked immediately.
The smugness in her voice made your stomach tighten harder.
Rain battered steadily against the windshield while she merged onto another quiet road, one hand loose against the steering wheel while the other stayed planted firmly against your thigh like she had no intention of moving it anytime soon.
The city had mostly emptied out by now, only scattered headlights passing occasionally while downtown glowed softly behind you in the distance.
Trinity always got like this during late drives — calmer, cockier somehow, like exhaustion stripped away whatever restraint she normally tried pretending to have around you.
She glanced sideways briefly before dragging her thumb higher again, close enough now that your breath hitched despite yourself.
“Fuck,” you whispered under your breath before you could stop it. Trinity heard it immediately. Of course she did.
“Aw,” she mocked gently, eyes glittering with amusement beneath passing streetlights. “Poor thing.” Her fingers squeezed your thigh once, firm enough to make your pulse jump. “You gonna survive me touching you, or should I pull over?”
The question hung teasingly between you both while rain hammered softly against the roof of the car, the low bass of the music vibrating faintly through your chest alongside your heartbeat. Trinity kept driving like she had all the control in the world, thumb still tracing slow circles against the inside of your thigh while she smirked at the road ahead.
You hated how calm she looked compared to you. Hated the way she could unravel you with barely any effort while sitting there acting completely unaffected herself.
Another shaky breath slipped from your mouth when her fingers flexed again, brushing dangerously close to where you needed her without actually touching you properly.
Trinity noticed instantly, tongue pressing briefly against the inside of her cheek while amusement flickered across her face. “C’mon,” she murmured softly. “Use your words.”
You turned toward her fully then, frustrated heat burning low in your stomach while the city lights flashed across her face in gold streaks. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”
Trinity grinned at that, slow and unbearably smug.
“Yeah,” she admitted easily. “I do.”
Something about the confidence in her voice snapped the last thread of your patience completely. Before you could overthink it, your hand slid over hers where it rested high on your thigh, fingers curling tightly around her wrist.
Trinity’s eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise while you guided her hand upward yourself, dragging it firmly between your legs beneath the hem of her hoodie.
The second her palm pressed properly against your clothed pussy your entire body jolted subtly at the contact, thighs parting instinctively while a shaky breath escaped your mouth.
Trinity went quiet for half a second beside you. Not shocked exactly — more caught off guard by you taking control first for once. Then she exhaled softly through her nose, dark eyes flicking toward you before dropping briefly to where your hand still held hers against the heat between your thighs. “Jesus Christ,” she murmured under her breath, voice rougher now. “Look at you.”
Your face burned immediately but you didn’t move her hand away.
If anything, you pressed her harder against you.
Trinity’s jaw tightened visibly while she drove one handed through the empty rain soaked streets, fingers flexing slowly beneath your grip like she was restraining herself from doing far more. “That desperate already?” she teased quietly, though there was something darker underneath the amusement now.
Her fingertips dragged lightly over you through the fabric of your shorts, just enough pressure to make your hips twitch before you could stop them.
“Trin,” you breathed softly, the nickname leaving your mouth almost like a warning. Trinity’s eyes flicked toward you instantly at the tone, grip tightening briefly against the steering wheel before she looked back toward the road ahead again.
“No, no,” she murmured, almost laughing under her breath. “Don’t start whining now when you’re the one who grabbed my hand.” Her fingers finally pressed properly against your clothed clit then, slow deliberate pressure that pulled a quiet gasp straight from your throat. Trinity smiled immediately at the sound. “There she is.”
Trinity’s fingers stayed pressed against you for another few seconds, just enough pressure to keep your entire body tense and aching beside her while rain hissed steadily against the windshield. Her thumb moved in slow, lazy circles over your clothed clit while she drove one handed through the near empty streets, jaw tight enough now that you could tell she was feeling this just as much as you were.
Every little reaction you gave her only seemed to make it worse. The shaky breaths. The way your thighs kept twitching apart for her without thinking. The soft noises you tried unsuccessfully to swallow down whenever she pressed slightly harder against you.
Trinity loved all of it. You could see it in the smug tilt of her mouth every time she glanced sideways at you beneath the passing streetlights. “Pretty girl,” she murmured quietly, almost to herself while her fingers flexed against you again. Then, cruelly, you felt her start pulling her hand away.
A pathetic little whine escaped your throat before you could stop it.
The sound alone made your face burn immediately with embarrassment.
You’d never acted like this with anybody else before. Never needed somebody so badly that it physically hurt when they pulled away from you. Usually you hated feeling needy, hated giving people the satisfaction of knowing they affected you this much.
But Trinity was different in every possible way. Trinity made you want to be greedy with her attention. Made you want to hold onto her constantly and climb into her lap and stay there until the rest of the world disappeared entirely.
Before she could move her hand completely, your fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist again, dragging it straight back between your thighs while your hips rolled instinctively against her palm. The movement was desperate enough that your stomach twisted with humiliation the second you realised what you’d done.
Trinity went completely still beside you for a second, eyes flicking toward you with visible surprise before something dangerously pleased settled across her face instead. “Oh my fucking god,” she laughed softly under her breath, voice roughened by disbelief and desire all at once. “Baby…”
You couldn’t even look at her properly.
Instead you kept grinding down against her hand slowly, chasing friction while the music hummed low around the car and rain blurred the city outside into streaks of gold and black. Trinity let you do it too. That was the worst part. She didn’t tease immediately this time or stop you right away.
She just watched. Her hand stayed exactly where you wanted it while you moved against her palm in slow desperate motions, your breathing growing shakier every second beneath the warmth of her gaze. Trinity’s jaw flexed visibly while she drove, fingers occasionally tightening slightly against you whenever your hips stuttered harder against her hand.
“Look at you,” she murmured eventually, voice quieter now, almost affected despite herself. “So fucking needy for me.”
Another embarrassed whine left your mouth at that, but you still didn’t stop. Your forehead rested briefly against the cool window beside you while heat pooled low in your stomach harder and harder every second she allowed this to continue.
Trinity exhaled softly through her nose beside you, dark eyes dragging over your flushed face before she finally shook her head once like she was trying to regain control of herself too. “Jesus Christ,” she muttered.
Then slowly, reluctantly, she pulled her hand away again.
You made another small frustrated noise immediately, turning toward her with a helpless look that almost made her laugh outright. “Trin—”
“Hey.” Trinity cut you off gently, though the smirk tugging at her mouth returned instantly at how wrecked you already looked beside her. She brought the hand you’d been grinding against up to the steering wheel again, fingers tightening firmly around it while she exhaled slowly.
“I kinda need both hands to drive before we end up in the fucking river.” You sank lower into the seat with another quiet whine, thighs pressing together painfully now that her warmth was gone.
Trinity noticed immediately of course. She always noticed. “Don’t pout at me,” she teased softly, eyes flicking toward you before returning to the road ahead. “M’trying to find somewhere to park first.”
The words settled low in your stomach instantly, heat rushing through you all over again while Trinity just grinned knowingly at your reaction and turned the car down a darker quieter street near the river.
The second Trinity said the word park, the entire atmosphere inside the car shifted into something heavier, tighter, like the air itself had gone thick with anticipation.
Your thighs stayed pressed together in the passenger seat while rain streaked steadily across the windows, every passing streetlight throwing brief flashes of gold across Trinity’s face as she drove slower now through quieter Pittsburgh streets.
Downtown had mostly disappeared behind you, the roads emptier near the river where warehouses and closed storefronts sat dark beneath the rain. Trinity looked painfully composed compared to you, one hand steady against the wheel while the other rested loosely near the gearshift like she hadn’t just had you grinding desperately against her palm five minutes ago.
But you noticed the little signs anyway. The slight tension in her jaw. The way she kept adjusting her grip against the steering wheel. The fact she’d turned the music down lower without even realising it. Trinity only did that when she was distracted.
“You good over there?” she asked finally, voice dripping with amusement while her eyes stayed fixed ahead. You shot her a glare that probably would’ve landed better if your breathing wasn’t still uneven.
“You’re enjoying this way too much,” you muttered quietly.
“Oh, absolutely,” Trinity answered without hesitation.
The honesty of it made your stomach twist harder.
She glanced sideways briefly before laughing softly under her breath at the expression on your face, rainwater reflecting in shifting patterns across her dark eyes. “C’mon,” she teased gently. “You grabbed my hand and humped it in the passenger seat like you were dying.
You can’t act embarrassed now.” A mortified sound left your throat instantly while you buried your face briefly in your hands, which only made Trinity laugh harder. “Trinity,” you groaned.
“What?”
“Stop talking.”
“No.” Her grin widened when you slumped further into the seat beside her, clearly enjoying every second of your humiliation far too much for someone who claimed to care about you.
The car slowed slightly as she turned onto a quieter road overlooking the river, rain falling heavier against the windshield while trees and empty parking areas blurred past outside.
“Besides,” Trinity continued casually, thumb tapping against the wheel, “you started it.”
“You touched my thigh first.”
“Yeah, and you practically fucking melted.”
You hated that she was right.
Trinity finally pulled into an empty overlook near the river, tires crunching softly over wet gravel before the car rolled to a stop beneath dim streetlights reflecting against black water below.
The city skyline glowed in the distance through the rain, bridges lit gold against the dark sky while thunder rumbled faintly somewhere far off across Pittsburgh.
The windshield wipers kept moving steadily for a few more seconds before Trinity switched the engine off completely, leaving only the soft sound of rain surrounding the car.
Silence settled instantly between you both, thick and warm and charged in a way that made your pulse spike harder the second she turned toward you fully for the first time since parking.
Trinity leaned back slightly in the driver’s seat, one arm draped loosely over the steering wheel while she looked at you with open amusement and something darker sitting beneath it now. “Hi,” she murmured softly. The simple word alone made heat rush through your stomach all over again.
“You’re evil,” you whispered back immediately, earning another quiet laugh from her. Trinity tilted her head slightly while studying your flushed face, gaze dropping briefly toward your thighs before returning upward again. “Yeah?” she asked lightly. “And what does that make you, huh?”
Before you could answer, Trinity reached over suddenly and caught your chin between her fingers, pulling you toward her across the centre console until her mouth crashed against yours.
The kiss hit hard immediately, all pent up teasing and tension finally snapping at once while rain battered the roof above you. You kissed her back desperately without thinking, fingers grabbing at the front of her hoodie while Trinity made a soft approving noise against your mouth.
Her free hand slid back onto your thigh instantly, spreading warm and possessive there while she kissed you deeper, slower now, like she had nowhere else to be tonight except here with you.
“That’s my girl,” she murmured quietly against your lips when you climbed halfway across the console toward her without hesitation. And somehow, embarrassingly, those three words alone nearly ruined you.
You barely even realised you were moving until you were climbing fully across the centre console into Trinity’s lap, knees settling on either side of her hips while the leather seat creaked softly beneath the sudden shift of weight.
Trinity immediately adjusted beneath you without hesitation, one hand gripping your waist to steady you while the other slid possessively up your spine underneath the oversized hoodie you were wearing. Rain hammered steadily against the roof above the car, the windows fogging slowly from the heat building between you both while distant city lights reflected dimly through the misted glass.
Trinity looked up at you with pupils blown wide now, dark curls messy against her forehead while her lips stayed slightly parted from kissing you moments earlier. “Hi,” she murmured again softly, almost breathless this time.
You laughed quietly under your breath at that, fingers brushing damp curls away from her eyes before leaning down to kiss her again immediately. Trinity kissed like she did everything else — intense, consuming, like she wanted your full attention and refused to settle for anything less.
Her mouth moved against yours slow at first, warm and deep and messy enough that you could taste faint traces of mint and coffee on her tongue when she kissed you harder.
Every little sound you made seemed to encourage her further, Trinity swallowing your soft breaths and quiet whines while her hands tightened against your waist like she physically needed to keep you close.
Your hips shifted instinctively against her lap as the kiss deepened, drawing a low noise from Trinity that vibrated directly against your mouth. She tilted her head slightly to kiss you deeper, tongue brushing against yours slowly while her fingers spread against the small of your back beneath the hoodie.
Heat curled heavily low in your stomach when her grip tightened enough to guide your hips against her properly, the friction pulling a breathless gasp from you before Trinity immediately kissed the sound away.
“Fuck,” she whispered quietly against your lips, voice rough and wrecked in a way that made your pulse jump harder. One of your hands slid down blindly beside the seat looking for leverage while you kissed her harder, fingers accidentally catching the lever underneath the driver’s seat.
The second you pulled it, the entire seat suddenly dropped backward with a loud mechanical thunk. Both of you jolted violently with it, your body bouncing awkwardly against Trinity’s lap while a shocked laugh burst from your mouth instantly.
Trinity actually cackled beneath you, head falling back against the seat while her hands clamped around your waist to stop you both from fully toppling backward. “Jesus Christ,” she laughed breathlessly, rain and music and your own laughter filling the cramped car around you. “Smooth move, baby.”
You buried your burning face briefly against her shoulder while laughing helplessly too, your body still half sprawled over her chest from the sudden movement. “I didn’t mean to!” you protested through laughter while Trinity kept grinning up at you with flushed cheeks and messy curls falling into her eyes.
“Sure you didn’t,” she teased immediately, fingers digging playfully into your hips before she adjusted the reclined seat slightly further back on purpose this time. The movement shifted you lower against her lap again, your thighs settling more firmly around her while the laughter between you slowly faded into something warmer and quieter.
Trinity’s hands lingered at your waist for a second longer than necessary, thumbs brushing absentmindedly against your skin beneath the hoodie while she looked up at you with softened eyes that almost made your chest ache.
Then her gaze dropped briefly toward your mouth before returning upward again. “C’mere,” she murmured softly.
You leaned down immediately without hesitation, kissing her again slower this time while rain streaked steadily down the fogged windows around the parked car. Trinity hummed quietly against your lips, one hand sliding upward into your hair while the other settled possessively against your thigh, keeping you exactly where she wanted you in her lap.
Trinity’s mouth left yours slowly, lingering for one last kiss against your swollen lips before trailing lower toward your jaw instead. The shift made your breathing catch instantly, your hands tightening slightly against her shoulders while she pressed warm open mouthed kisses beneath your ear.
Rain continued drumming softly against the roof above you, windows fogged enough now that the city outside had disappeared entirely into blurred streaks of gold and black. Trinity’s hands stayed firm on your waist beneath the oversized hoodie, fingers spread wide against your skin while she tilted her head to kiss slowly down the side of your neck.
The sensation pulled a quiet shaky breath from your throat immediately. Trinity noticed, obviously. She always noticed. A smug little hum vibrated against your skin before she sucked gently at the sensitive spot beneath your jaw, just enough to make your hips twitch involuntarily in her lap.
“There it is,” she murmured softly against your neck, voice rough enough to make heat coil tighter low in your stomach. “Pretty sounds already.”
Your face burned immediately at the teasing, but the embarrassment only made your body react harder to her. Trinity’s grip tightened slightly against your waist before she guided your hips forward experimentally against her thigh beneath you.
The friction hit embarrassingly well even through layers of clothing, a breathless noise escaping your mouth before you could stop it while your forehead dropped briefly against her shoulder.
Trinity laughed quietly under her breath at that reaction, mouth still brushing lazily against your throat while she rolled your hips against her again slower this time. “Fuck,” you whispered shakily.
“Yeah?” Trinity asked softly, pretending innocence while deliberately dragging your hips back and forth against the firm muscle of her thigh. “Feels good?”
Another quiet whine slipped from you instead of an answer, your fingers curling tighter into the fabric of her hoodie while heat flooded through your body harder with every slow movement she guided you through.
Trinity pressed another kiss against your neck, softer now, almost affectionate despite the filthy way she kept moving you against her. “You get so sensitive for me,” she murmured quietly. “Barely even touched you properly yet.”
The words alone made your stomach tighten harder.
Trinity leaned back slightly against the reclined seat to look at you properly, dark eyes blown wide while her hands continued keeping a steady rhythm against your hips. The position left you straddling one of her thighs perfectly, every slow drag of friction pulling another shaky breath from your chest while rain and low music filled the cramped warmth of the car around you both.
You felt ridiculous for how quickly your body was responding, but Trinity looked entirely too pleased about it to let you feel genuinely embarrassed for long.
“Look at me,” she murmured softly after a moment. You forced your eyes open immediately, finding her already watching you with an expression somewhere between amusement and genuine want. “That’s it,” she praised quietly when you held her gaze.
Then she rolled your hips harder against her thigh suddenly, enough pressure that your mouth fell open against a soft gasp before you could stop it. Trinity bit her lip immediately at the sound, fingers flexing against your waist while she watched your reaction carefully. “Good girl,” she whispered, voice low and wrecked now too. “Just ride my thigh like that for me.”
All you could really focus on was the steady drag of friction against Trinity’s thigh, the slow controlled movements of her hands guiding your hips while heat pulsed heavily between your legs with every roll forward.
Your breathing had turned embarrassingly uneven already, soft little gasps leaving your mouth whenever the muscle of her thigh pressed just right beneath you. Trinity watched every reaction carefully from beneath half lidded eyes, clearly fascinated by how quickly you were falling apart in her lap.
Rain battered steadily against the fogged windows around the car while low music hummed softly through the speakers, but all of it felt distant compared to the feeling of Trinity beneath you. Her hands stayed firm against your waist at first, thumbs pressing into your skin while she kept you moving against her exactly how she wanted.
Then one of her hands slipped upward slowly beneath the oversized hoodie you wore. You barely even processed it at first. Your entire body was too consumed with chasing friction against her thigh, your hips grinding down harder every time she praised you softly beneath her breath.
“That’s it,” Trinity murmured quietly, voice rough with want while her fingers slid higher beneath the hoodie. “Fuck, baby… look how needy you get.”
The cool air inside the car hit your skin faintly when Trinity pushed the hoodie upward slowly, exposing more and more of your chest while she kept watching your face for every little reaction. You barely helped her at all, too distracted by the way your clit dragged desperately against the denim covering her thigh beneath you.
Trinity laughed softly under her breath at how out of it you already looked, flushed cheeks and swollen lips and shaky breathing while you sat in her lap grinding against her like you couldn’t stop yourself anymore.
“You’re not even paying attention to me,” she teased gently, finally tugging the hoodie high enough to expose your breasts fully to the cool air of the car.
A small gasp escaped your mouth at the sudden temperature difference, nipples already hard instantly while Trinity’s expression darkened noticeably at the sight.
“Jesus Christ,” she whispered quietly. Her hand came up immediately, fingers spreading possessively over one of your breasts while her thumb brushed slowly over your nipple. The sensation shot straight through you sharply enough that your hips stuttered hard against her thigh, another broken sound slipping from your throat before you could stop it.
Trinity groaned softly beneath you at the reaction, head falling briefly back against the reclined seat while her grip tightened instinctively around your chest. “There she is,” she murmured again, almost breathless now too. “So fucking sensitive for me.”
Your hands grabbed onto her shoulders harder when Trinity rolled your nipple slowly between her fingers, alternating between gentle teasing touches and firmer pressure that made your entire body twitch in her lap.
She seemed obsessed with watching the effect she had on you, dark eyes flicking constantly between your face, your chest, and the desperate movements of your hips against her thigh. Every time you whimpered or gasped she looked even more wrecked by it herself.
Trinity leaned upward slightly then, mouth pressing hot open mouthed kisses against the top of your chest before she wrapped her lips around your nipple without warning. The sudden wet heat made your back arch instantly, a louder moan escaping your mouth while your fingers tangled tightly into her curls.
“Trin—” you breathed shakily. Trinity hummed against your skin at the sound of her name, sucking gently before soothing the sting with her tongue while her free hand kept guiding your hips steadily against her thigh beneath you.
The combination of everything at once felt overwhelming in the best possible way, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter low in your stomach every time she praised you or touched you or looked at you like this.
“You’re doing so good for me,” Trinity whispered softly against your chest before kissing lower again. “Pretty girl’s gonna soak through my jeans if she keeps grinding on me like that.”
The filthy teasing should’ve embarrassed you, but all it really did was make your hips move harder against her instinctively while Trinity laughed quietly and held you even closer in her lap.
Trinity could tell you were getting close long before you realised it yourself. She felt it in the way your hips had lost their steady rhythm against her thigh, little desperate stutters replacing the slow grinding from before every time friction caught against your clit just right.
Your breathing had gone completely uneven now, soft broken moans spilling helplessly from your mouth while you buried your face deeper into Trinity’s neck like you were trying to hide how wrecked she’d gotten you already.
Your thighs trembled around her lap every few seconds, body practically burning against hers while rain battered steadily against the fogged windows surrounding the parked car.
Trinity’s hands stayed firm against you through all of it, one gripping tightly at your waist to keep you balanced while the other moved upward slowly toward your jaw.
“Baby,” she murmured softly against your temple, voice roughened enough that it made your stomach tighten harder instantly. Her fingers wrapped around your jaw carefully before tilting your face back toward her, forcing you to look at her properly despite the embarrassment written all over your flushed face.
“Look at me,” she whispered quieter this time, dark eyes locked onto yours while her thumb brushed gently across your cheek. “C’mon. Wanna see you.”
A soft needy whine escaped your throat the second Trinity’s other arm tightened around your waist, lifting your hips slightly off her thigh before you could keep grinding down against her. The loss of friction hit immediately, making your head fall briefly against her shoulder while another frustrated sound slipped from your mouth.
“Trin—” you complained weakly, but Trinity only smiled against your lips before kissing you once, slow and distracting enough to pull another shaky breath from your chest.
“I know,” she murmured softly. “You were doing so good for me too.” Her voice had gone lower now, rough around the edges in a way that told you she was struggling to stay composed herself. Trinity’s eyes flicked downward between your bodies then, jaw tightening visibly before she exhaled softly through her nose.
“Need you like this instead,” she whispered. Before you could ask what she meant, her hand slid down between your thighs slowly, fingertips brushing against the soaked fabric clinging embarrassingly to your pussy beneath your shorts.
Trinity actually groaned quietly at the feeling, forehead dropping briefly against yours while her fingers pressed harder between your legs. “Fuck,” she breathed. “Baby…”
Heat flooded your face instantly.
Trinity’s fingers hooked beneath the waistband of your shorts and underwear together, dragging both down just enough to expose you properly to the cold air inside the car.
The sudden openness made your hips jerk instinctively, thighs spreading wider around her lap without even thinking while another broken noise escaped your mouth. Trinity stared immediately. Completely distracted by the sight between your legs now.
Your pussy looked absolutely wrecked already — swollen, soaked, slick glistening against your inner thighs from grinding desperately against her for so long. Your clit throbbed visibly beneath the wetness coating you, sensitive enough that even the cool air brushing against it made your body twitch.
Trinity swallowed hard beside you before letting out another low curse under her breath, fingers tightening briefly against your thigh. “Jesus fucking Christ,” she whispered quietly, visibly affected now too while her eyes dragged slowly over every inch of you spread open above her lap.
“Look at this pretty pussy.” The praise alone made your stomach tighten painfully. Trinity’s fingertips slid carefully through your slick folds then, collecting the wetness there slowly before rubbing it against your clit in one deliberate stroke that made your entire body jolt hard above her.
“So swollen already,” she murmured almost to herself, completely fascinated while she watched your face twist from the sensation. “And all this just from riding my thigh?”
You could barely answer her.
Your hands clutched desperately at the front of her hoodie while pleasure curled tighter and tighter low in your stomach, every nerve ending narrowed completely onto Trinity touching you between your legs.
Rain hammered steadily against the roof while the windows fogged heavier around you both, trapping warmth and soft music inside the cramped car while Trinity rubbed slow tight circles against your clit with two slick fingers.
“That’s it,” she whispered softly, eyes fixed on your face while your hips twitched helplessly above her hand. “Fuck, look how sensitive you are.” Every little touch made your thighs shake harder, your pussy clenching around nothing every time her fingers pressed just right against your swollen clit.
Trinity watched all of it with blown pupils and flushed cheeks, completely obsessed with the way your body reacted for her. “You were gonna cum already,” she murmured quietly, almost sounding impressed now. “Just from grinding all over my thigh like a needy little thing.”
You nodded weakly before you could stop yourself, another pathetic moan slipping from your mouth while Trinity smiled instantly at the reaction.
Then she kissed you quickly, messy and deep enough to make your head spin before pulling back just enough to whisper against your lips again. “Cum on my fingers,” she murmured softly. “Wanna feel this pussy make a mess for me.”
The second Trinity told you to cum on her fingers, you thought she was going to keep teasing your clit the same slow way she had been. Instead, without warning, she pushed two slick fingers deep into your pussy in one smooth thrust that knocked the breath completely from your lungs.
A sharp cry escaped your mouth instantly, your entire body jolting hard above her lap while her thumb replaced her fingers against your clit at the exact same moment.
“Fuck— Trinity—” you gasped brokenly, thighs trembling violently around her hips while she groaned softly beneath you at the feeling of your cunt tightening around her fingers immediately. You were so wet already that her fingers slid in easily, slick sounds filling the cramped warmth of the car every time she moved her hand.
Trinity actually felt dizzy from it for a second. From you. From the heat of your body in her lap, the sweat gathering faintly at the back of your neck beneath her hoodie, the way your hair stuck messily against your flushed cheeks while you moaned for her like you physically couldn’t help it anymore.
She thought you looked fucking beautiful like this. Completely ruined already, spread open above her lap with your pussy swollen and clenching desperately around her fingers while rain hammered against the fogged windows around you both.
“Jesus Christ,” Trinity whispered breathlessly, staring between your legs while she slowly curled her fingers upward inside you. The movement made your mouth fall open against a broken moan immediately, hips jerking sharply while your hands grabbed desperately at her shoulders for balance.
“There,” Trinity murmured softly the second she felt the reaction. “That’s the spot, huh?” She curled her fingers deeper again deliberately, dragging against that sensitive place inside you while her thumb kept rubbing tight wet circles over your clit at the same steady pace.
Your entire body shook harder every time she did it, thighs trembling around her waist while helpless little sounds spilled from your mouth nonstop now.
Trinity couldn’t stop watching you. Your breasts rising and falling rapidly beneath the hoodie pushed halfway over your chest, sweat making your skin glow softly beneath the dim dashboard lights, lips swollen red from kissing her so desperately moments earlier. And fuck, the noises you were making.
Every tiny whimper or gasp went straight between Trinity’s legs harder than she wanted to admit. She was getting embarrassingly turned on just from watching you fall apart on top of her, soaked panties clinging uncomfortably between her own thighs while she fingered you harder.
“Pretty fucking thing,” she muttered under her breath while thrusting her fingers deeper into your dripping pussy. “Look at you squeezing me.”
You could barely think anymore.
The wet slide of Trinity’s fingers inside you mixed with the relentless pressure of her thumb on your clit had your entire body burning with pleasure so intense it almost hurt.
Your forehead dropped briefly against hers while soft moans kept spilling from your mouth uncontrollably, every thrust of her fingers making your hips twitch harder above her lap.
Trinity fingered you exactly the way she kissed — messy, confident, completely consuming. Her rings pressed cool against your soaked skin while her fingers pumped deep into your pussy at a pace that left slick sounds echoing embarrassingly through the car.
Every now and then she’d curl them just right inside you again, dragging against that sensitive spot until your thighs nearly snapped shut around her hand. “Fuck, fuck—” you whimpered breathlessly, nails digging lightly into the fabric of her hoodie while your body shook harder.
Trinity leaned upward immediately to kiss you again, sloppy and desperate this time, swallowing your moans directly against her mouth while her fingers never slowed down between your legs. Your tongues brushed messily together while she fingered you deeper, wetter, her breathing just as uneven now against your lips.
“That’s it,” she whispered against your mouth between kisses. “Take my fingers, baby. You’re doing so fucking good for me.”
Trinity’s thoughts had gone almost entirely filthy by now.
All she could think about was how perfect you looked straddling her lap with your pussy spread open for her fingers, soaking her hand while you moaned helplessly into her mouth. She wanted to keep you here for hours. Wanted to feel you cum over and over against her fingers until you physically couldn’t move anymore.
The sight of your swollen clit twitching beneath her thumb every time she rubbed harder nearly drove her insane. “You’re so fucking wet,” she muttered quietly while pulling back just enough to look at you again. “Hear how messy this pussy gets for me?”
The slick sounds between your thighs only grew louder when she sped her fingers up slightly, pumping them into you harder while her thumb never stopped those tight circles against your clit. Your back arched instantly, chest pressing fully against hers while a louder cry escaped your mouth.
“Trinity, I’m serious—” you gasped shakily. “M’so close.” Trinity groaned softly at the words, forehead dropping briefly against yours while her fingers curled deep inside you again. “Yeah?” she whispered roughly. “Then fucking cum for me.”
The second Trinity told you to cum for her, something inside you snapped completely. Your hips stuttered hard above her lap while another broken moan spilled from your mouth, thighs shaking violently around her waist as pleasure crashed through your body all at once.
Trinity kept her fingers buried deep inside your pussy through it, curling them perfectly while her thumb rubbed relentless circles against your swollen clit until your entire body trembled against her. “That’s it,” she murmured breathlessly, watching your face with dark blown pupils while you came apart above her lap.
“Fuck, baby… there you go.” Your head fell forward against her shoulder while soft desperate noises escaped your throat uncontrollably, your pussy clenching tightly around her fingers over and over while wetness coated her hand completely.
Trinity groaned quietly beneath you at the feeling alone, one arm wrapping tighter around your waist to hold you steady while your body shook through every wave of your orgasm.
The car felt unbearably warm now, windows completely fogged while rain battered steadily outside and the smell of sex and sweat clung thickly to the cramped air around you both.
Trinity thought you looked fucking gorgeous like this — flushed cheeks, messy hair sticking damply against your skin, lips swollen and parted while you trembled in her lap from cumming all over her fingers.
“Good girl,” Trinity whispered softly once your shaking started easing slightly, though her voice still sounded wrecked too. She slowly pulled her fingers out of your pussy then, slick glistening heavily against her hand while your thighs twitched instinctively at the loss.
Before you could even properly process what she was doing, Trinity brought her fingers straight to her mouth. Your breath caught instantly.
Then she sucked them clean.
A quiet filthy groan escaped Trinity’s throat the second her tongue wrapped around her fingers, eyes fluttering briefly shut while she tasted you properly.
The sight alone nearly made your stomach twist all over again. Her lips stayed wrapped around her fingers while she sucked every bit of slickness from them slowly, deliberately, like she wanted you watching every second of it.
“Fuck,” Trinity muttered softly once she finally pulled them from her mouth, eyes dark and completely fixed on you again. “Taste so good.” Heat flooded your face so quickly it almost hurt.
A shy embarrassed sound slipped from your throat before you could stop it, your body instinctively trying to curl inward despite still being sprawled across her lap.
You ducked your head immediately toward her shoulder like hiding there would somehow save you from the intense look she was giving you now.
Trinity laughed softly under her breath at the reaction, not mean this time — almost fond. “Hey,” she murmured gently while one hand slid up your back soothingly. “Don’t get shy on me now.”
You groaned quietly into her neck, face burning hotter when you felt Trinity grin against your hair. “You can’t just do that,” you mumbled weakly. Trinity tilted her head slightly, clearly amused.
“Do what?”
“That.”
“Baby, you’re gonna have to be more specific.” You made another embarrassed noise while hiding your face further into her shoulder, which only made Trinity laugh again, warm and low against your skin.
Her fingers slid into your damp hair carefully, brushing it back from your face while she looked up at you with obvious affection mixed beneath all the lingering desire still darkening her expression. “You’re cute when you get embarrassed,” she teased softly. “Especially after making a mess all over my hand five seconds ago.”
“Trinity,” you whined immediately. “What?” she grinned shamelessly. “You did.”
Another mortified sound left your throat while Trinity just pulled you closer against her chest, kissing the side of your flushed face affectionately while rain continued tapping softly against the roof above the parked car.
Your breathing still hadn’t fully settled when you lifted your head from Trinity’s shoulder again, cheeks warm and skin damp beneath the oversized hoodie hanging half off your body.
Trinity looked devastating underneath you like this — curls messy from your hands tugging through them, lips swollen pink from kissing, flushed skin disappearing beneath the collar of her hoodie while her chest rose and fell unevenly beneath you.
The sight alone made something soft twist painfully in your chest beneath all the lingering heat still buzzing through your body. Without really thinking about it, you leaned down again and pressed your mouth slowly against the side of her neck. Trinity inhaled quietly the second your lips touched her skin.
You kissed lower carefully, lingering longer this time while your hands slid beneath her hoodie to feel the warmth of her waist beneath your palms. Then your teeth caught gently against her neck, sucking another small mark onto already flushed skin while Trinity let out a low breath through her nose above you.
“Baby,” she murmured softly, fingers tightening briefly against your thigh while you kissed another mark beneath her jaw.
Your hands kept roaming lower instinctively, palms sliding across her stomach while your hips shifted faintly in her lap again like your body still hadn’t fully come down from the high she’d given you.
Before you could move further though, Trinity caught your wrists gently.
The movement surprised you enough that you immediately pulled back slightly to look at her. Trinity’s expression softened the second she saw your face, her grip on your hands staying careful and loose against your skin.
“Hey,” she murmured quietly. “You don’t need to think about me right now.” You blinked at her for a second, still slightly dazed from your orgasm while your brain tried catching up to what she meant.
“But—”
“No buts.” Trinity smiled faintly, thumbs brushing softly over your wrists while rain continued drumming steadily outside the car. “You’re exhausted.”
The words made you pause. You hadn’t even realised how tired your body actually felt until she said it out loud. Between the shift, the late drive, and the intensity of everything that had just happened, your limbs suddenly felt heavy in a way that settled deep into your bones.
But still, instinct made disappointment flicker immediately across your face anyway. Your mouth pulled into a small pout before you could stop it, hands relaxing weakly in Trinity’s grip while embarrassment curled quietly in your stomach.
Every person before Trinity had expected something back eventually. Expected you to keep going no matter how tired you felt as long as they were still turned on. The idea of someone stopping you instead felt unfamiliar enough to make your chest ache strangely.
Trinity noticed the shift in your expression almost instantly.
Her face softened completely.
“Oh, baby,” she murmured quietly.
Before you could look away, Trinity leaned up and kissed you softly. Completely different from the desperate messy kisses from earlier. Slow. Warm. Careful enough that your chest tightened painfully beneath it.
Her lips lingered against yours for several quiet seconds while one hand slid up to cup your jaw gently, thumb brushing across your flushed cheek.
“Don’t do that,” she whispered softly once she pulled back slightly. “Don’t look at me like I rejected you.”
Your eyes dropped immediately toward her chest while heat crept back into your face again. “Sorry,” you mumbled quietly.
Trinity frowned at that instantly, fingers tightening lightly beneath your chin until you looked at her again. “Hey,” she repeated softly. “You never have to apologise for wanting me.”
The sincerity in her voice made your stomach twist harder than anything filthy she’d said all night. Trinity brushed your hair back carefully before continuing quieter this time, her forehead resting briefly against yours. “I just know you,” she murmured. “And I know you’re exhausted right now even if you’re pretending you’re not.”
You stayed quiet because she was right.
Trinity smiled faintly at your silence before kissing the corner of your mouth again. “You can take care of me later,” she teased gently, enough playful warmth returning to her tone that it made your lips twitch slightly despite yourself.
“When we’re home. Alone. Not folded into the world’s smallest fucking car.” A soft laugh escaped you finally while Trinity grinned at the sound immediately, clearly relieved you weren’t upset anymore.
“Plus,” she added lightly, fingers sliding soothingly up and down your spine beneath the hoodie, “if you keep trying to climb all over me in this seat we’re actually gonna break something.”
You laughed properly then, forehead dropping against her shoulder again while Trinity wrapped both arms securely around you and held you close beneath the steady sound of rain outside the fogged windows.
munch!trinity who begs you to let her eat you out after a stressful shift, getting on her knees in front of you the second she comes home
munch!trinity who gets off on your moans, grinding against the mattress to get some relief, any relief
“fuck…” she whimpers against your clit, finally getting to taste you. you throw your head back in pleasure, scraping your nails against her scalp
your sweet noises and the feeling of your fingers pulling her hair cause trinity to whine your name, moving the blanket underneath her in between her legs
she grinds against the blanket, feeling how slick her pussy is against the fabric. the tough material against her clit is so delicious, and your sounds….she cums before you do
munch!trinity who from the moment you first came on her lips could not stop thinking about you doing it again
munch!trinity who plays with her pussy while eating yours, letting out soft gasps against you when her fingers rub circles against her clit
munch!trinity who has the firmest grip on your thighs, leaving bruises along your hips
munch!trinity who whines when you’re too busy to let her eat you out
munch!trinity who begs to eat you out when you’re working from home. she can’t help being turned on at your concentrated face
“please? i’ll be so good, you’ll focus so much better afterwards” she has a sly grin on her face.
you glare at her, turning back to the pile of work you have to do on your desk. you’ve been working on a case for three hours straight, and are losing focus fast.
trinity slides her hands up your thighs, already taking her place on the floor. her puppy eyes are staring up at you, pleading you to let her taste you.
you lose all resolve, and nod you head. she takes all of 4 seconds to have your pants and underwear on the floor.
munch!trinity who is obsessed with kissing and marking your thighs, almost claiming her place
“fuck you, i can’t go to vic’s beach trip with all these hickies” you laugh staring at your legs in the mirror. the perpetrator lies on your bed behind you, blushing remembering the hours she spent between your thighs.
“those took a lot of hard work to make, i hope you know…”
☆ summary: after a little incident at work, you and trinity comfort eachother (emotionally and physically). you're working as an intern social worker at the hospital, who's obviously secretly dating your fellow intern trinity.
☆ warnings: p0rn with a little plot, lesbianism, sweet sex, fingering (trinity receiving), oral (reader receiving), little bit of squirting, praise, cuteness overload
☆ title from: girls just want to have fun by cyndi lauper
☆ word count: 1998
☆ enjoy!!!
trinity already knew it was gonna be a long day, but this was a lot. thankfully, it was nearing the end of her shift, because this man was really getting on her nerves.
she had to deliver the news of an unfortunate diagnosis to him and let's just say he wasn't taking it well.
once he began yelling at her, saying she probably diagnosed him wrong and that she wasn't even a real doctor (likely because she was a woman) she seriously considered just giving up and running away.
luckily trinity heard a sharp knock on the door and saw dana, with you standing behind her.
"hey hon, i thought you could use some help over here," dana smiled, giving her a knowing look, and gesturing at you.
you were the newly hired intern social worker, kiara and dana had taken you under their wing, appreciating the sweet, empathetic presence you brought to the pitt.
little did they know (though dana suspected), part of the reason you chose this medical center to intern at was because your girlfriend was already interning as a doctor there.
you were both waiting till you fully settled in to reveal your relationship to the others. at first you were unsure of working alongside trinity, but she reassured you that since you were both interns, there was no conflict of interest.
"hello sir, what seems to be the problem here?" you said gently, smiling at trinity’s patient.
“this girl isn’t even a real doctor, so she clearly doesn’t know what she’s diagnosing me with,” he replied angrily.
“well, sir, our attending physician who has been a working doctor for years has approved your diagnosis. we also had completely accurate tests done to get these results. and i assure you, dr. santos is a perfectly capable and intelligent doctor, i trust her with my life.”
the man looked you up and down, probably questioning why you got to wear normal clothes (a white sweater, cute skirt, tights and a matching bow), while everyone else was dressed in scrubs.
he’s not smart enough to realize that she’s a social worker is he? trinity questioned, rolling her eyes as she noticed the man's eyes lingering on the bow in your hair and the new grin on his face.
trinity felt her fists clench as the man said, “well, of course i’ll trust a pretty girl like you.”
“i’m happy to help any patient accept their diagnoses,” you replied, eyeing trinity with a pained smile on your face.
“so, i think were done here, a nurse will be back to check on you shortly sir,” trinity said, as she rushed you and her out the door and dragged you into the staff lounge.
“what's wrong, trin?” you asked, wondering if trinity was still angry at that patient for disrespecting her, or if she was just jealous now.
“that fucking asshole, looking you up and down like that,” she told you angrily, “he clearly has no respect for women. i can't believe he had the audacity to so blatantly disrespect both of us, as if we weren’t the actual human beings who were literally trying to help him.”
you smiled as she angrily rambled on, though you didn't blame her for being fed up with misogynistic and overly aggressive patients.
you looked around you, making sure no one was around and leaned in to press a soft kiss on her lips as you reached for her hand.
“i’m sorry you had to deal with that asshole,” you told her, earnestly, “you’re an amazing doctor, not despite you being a woman but even more so because of it.”
“thank you babe” she smiled, you smiled back, happily noting that you were probably the only person in the world who could actually make trinity santos blush.
“i don't know how you calm guys like that down, i always just make the situation worse,” she wondered.
“well, i managed to calm you down didn’t i?” you replied, teasing her.
she shyly smiled back, planting a quick kiss on your cheek, “we should probably get back to work, they'll be wondering where we are,” trinity told you.
“yeah we can't be caught acting too gay at work can we,” you giggled making her laugh, as she opened the door for you.
you two went on with your days, the day was ending soon, so as trinity was helping the other doctors transition to the night shift, as you dealt with the last of robby’s patients.
as robby walked you back to your office (he always took a liking to the department social workers) he gave you a subtle smile and you knew he was about to tease you.
“ugh, why are you making that face, robby?” you questioned, already knowing where this was going.
“i just couldn't help but notice how close you and dr. santos have gotten recently, i just wanted to ask how that was going?” he replied, smirking a little bit.
“nothing is going on!” you said pointedly, “i already told you were just friends.”
“uh huh, see you tomorrow kid,” he replied, and you knew he didn't believe a word you had said.
once you gathered your things and said bye to kiara, dana, and all the other doctors and nurses (you always made sure to say bye to everybody), you went to meet trinity and dennis in the parking lot, as you always did.
you smiled as you saw dennis, giving him a quick hug and asking him how his day had gone. in the middle of him telling you about some crazy blood transfusion or something, trinity walked up to you two, rolling her eyes.
ever since dennis had moved into her apartment, the growing friendship between you and him annoyed trinity endlessly.
she said she didn't understand why you wasted time talking to someone as boring as him, when you could be talking to someone as cool as her.
“i thought you were staying here late to observe the night shift, huckleberry,” trinity said, secretly hoping that she was right she could get you all to herself.
“i am staying, i just wanted to say goodbye to her before i left,” dennis replied, smiling at you.
“oh whatever, we’ll see you in 12 hours huckleberry,” she replied, acting annoyed at him even though everyone could see the little smile on her face.
with that you said goodbye and got into the passenger seat of trinity’s car.
“why are you so mean to him? he’s so sweet,” you asked her, already knowing the answer.
“you know i love him deep down, he's just so easy to make fun of with that victorian child face. i don't know how you resist it,” she replied, eyes lingering on your face.
“keep your eyes on the road, ma’am,” you said back to her, lightly laughing.
once you reached trinity’s apartment, you both settled down on the couch, exhausted from the day.
“i am so tired trin, the patients were extra wild today,” you told her, yawning.
“i know right, i still can't get the gross look that man gave you out of my head,” trinity replied, clearly still annoyed about what had happened earlier in the day.
“how about, i distract you from thinking about today,” you smirked, moving to sit on trinity’s lap.
“i think whitaker would kill us if he knew we did it on the couch," trinity laughed, as she leaned in for a kiss.
“um, can we not talk about him right now?” you replied snarkily.
“right, sorry,” trinity said, as she reached her hands around your waist and pulled you in closer.
you leaned in, planting a quick kiss on her cheek then leaning in to kiss her lips.
you let your hands trail down, unzipping her sweatshirt and reaching your hands under the tank top she had underneath.
the kiss deepened as trinity hands crept under your skirt and began to massage your thighs, teasing you.
she giggled as she heard you sigh in frustration, thrusting your hips to be closer to her hands.
“stop teasing me, trin,” you said, frustrated.
“but it's so fun “ she smirked back, though you knew she would give in and touch you soon (she could never resist you for long).
her fingers began to lightly stroke over your panties, feeling the wet spot there and causing it to grow larger.
“will you lay down for me, baby?” she asked you breathlessly, and you moved to lie down before she even finished talking.
you looked down to see the big smile on trinity's face as she lowered her head down and pulled your skirt all the way up, kissing along your inner thighs.
you always appreciated how she took the time to show how beautiful she thought you were. once she reached your panties, she licked a stripe along the wet spot on them, causing you to let out a soft cry.
that only encouraged her more, and she gently pulled your panties down and kissed along your pussy lips, moaning as she did.
in typical trinity fashion, she then buried her whole face in your pussy, licking you up and down excitedly, smiling as she heard you sigh loudly.
she backed away a little much to your disappointment just so she could kiss across your pussy lips and clit, making sure you knew you were loved.
“you're so beautiful baby,” trinity said earnestly, before leaning in again to lick and suck at your clit, gripping your thighs and massaging them.
your legs began to shake at that, as you felt yourself getting closer. you felt trinity's grip move to your hips, with her wrapping your legs around her head as she sucked harder, bringing you to the edge.
you then let out a cry as you came on her mouth. she smiled, overstimulating you as she licked up any of your remaining wetness, making you twitch in response to her.
once she felt satisfied with her work, she moved off of you and sat down on the couch, gesturing for you to get back on her lap.
as you returned to your place on her lap, you leaned in to kiss her again. trinity moaned at the taste of herself in your mouth.
you wrapped your arms around her for a second, giving her a quick embrace before you lowered your hands down to the waist band of her pants unzipping them and feeling her wetness through her boy shorts.
“please babe, i've been waiting all day you know," she said, annoyed at how long you had been keeping her in need.
giving in, you pulled her pants and underwear down, then circled your finger around her hole, dipping it in.
“you're so wet, trin,” you sighed, kissing her face as you did so.
“only for you,” she smiled back, resting her head on your shoulder as you slowly pushed two fingers into her.
you grinned feeling how wet she was, and slowly began to thrust your fingers into trinity’s hole, knowing she liked it when you went deep.
“fuck, i needed this,” trinity moaned out, getting louder as you pressed your fingers against that spot inside of her.
reluctantly, you moved your other arm that was wrapped around trinity so you could rub her clit with your other hand.
after that she began to shake a little bit and you knew she was close.
you took a second to look at her face and kiss her lips sweetly before continuing, rubbing faster and thrusting your fingers in harder.
finally, trinity let go, letting out a soft moan as you felt liquid gush out of her.
“god dammit, now i made a mess,” she sighed, pouting. but you knew that she actually wasn't sorry for making a mess at all.
you smiled back giggling, making her let out a whine as you stood up and moved away from her.
“trinity would be a girlperv” trinity is absolutely a girlperv, if she’s at a bar (we’re gonna pretend garsantos isn’t a thing for a sec) she’s hitting on the girl in the tiniest mini skirt, she has gotten several lap dances before, she’s almost as bad as a frat boy except she respects the women she wants to slut out
Here’s my thoughts about Trinity and her girlperv tendencies…
Trinity gets PUSS. Big time. She’s a regular at every lesbian and queer establishment in Pittsburgh. There is not a night where she doesn’t go home without a stunning woman or person positively hanging off of her arm.
It’s come to a point where everyone at the Pitt knows how much pull their Dr. Santos has.
Now, this isn’t girlperv behavior. This is really just her having mad game.
That’s where you come in. Let’s say you’re a co-worker, a new intern. Trinity has to do a double take when you walk in. You’re a fucking dream in scrubs. Trinity immediately volunteers to take cases with you. Robby raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t voice his suspicions.
Trinity is a very good resident. However, you wouldn’t know because she spends every single case flirting with you, giving you heart eyes, or staring at your ass. It goes on like this for weeks until Trinity runs into you at one of the lesbian bars.
(Holy shit fuck yes you’re gay.)
Trinity makes a b-line to you. It doesn’t matter if you’re with friends or other co-workers, because from that moment on, you’re hers. Trinity pulls all the Santos-stops. Every single move she’s practiced over the last few years get used, and thank fuck it works.
You agree to go home with her, expecting this suave, flirty Trinity to rock your world. To her credit, she does. You just don’t expect her to be so… desperate.
She buries her face in your pussy and eats you out like a woman starved. You think after the first three (and then four, and then five) orgasms that she’d get sick of it, but then Trinity grabs a pillow and shoves it between her legs. She grinds against it as she eats you out, moaning and gasping into your cunt. At one point, you swear she says thank you into your pussy.
That night ends with you barely able to stand, and Trinity begging for you to be her girlfriend.
But if you think Trinity gets less desperate as your relationship goes on, you’d be sorely mistaken. It’s almost worse. Trinity is just so smitten with you that her default mood is either doting or horny. Everything gets her going.
Low-cut shirt? She’s asking for the strap.
You bend over to pick something up? She’s asking for you to sit on her face.
You get down on hands and knees to clean up some spilled oat milk? She’s drooling.
One time, you have to yell at her at a family event (her family’s, mind you!) when her frisky mood is just utterly inappropriate.
“No, Trinity, we are not fucking in the bathroom at your nephew’s baptism.”
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