[Image ID: Tweet from Maxxxine (@/ yeehawrush) reading: Many of you accepted being gay but seldom few of you embraced being queer and that's why you treat top and bottom like a gender binary /End ID]
there’s very few things that trinity gets actually irritated with her girlfriends at. a problem that comes with dating not one but two millennials is their texting style, she’s going to throw her phone out the window if they keeping adding those three stupid letters after all their texts
the one time she calls them out on it, baran and yolanda both just text her back “lol”
I want to apologise in advance and blame the heatwave for everything below the cut
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Trinity collapses onto her back, breathing heavily as her orgasm fades, Baran's tongue still pressed to her clit. She prepares for the sensation to continue; Baran always loved cleaning her up, licking every last drop whilst she hummed in satisfaction.
"Wait." Yolanda settles her hand on the back of Baran's head, threading her fingers into curls. "Leave her, Baran."
Baran looks up at her from between Trinity's legs. Her chin is glistening, lips red and shining. "And why would I do that?"
Yolanda just smiles, pushes on Baran's shoulders until she falls back on the bed next to Trinity. Baran must see something she likes in her eyes because she allows herself to be manhandled easily. Yolanda reaches over them both, opens the bedside drawer and pulls out the long purple dildo that she knows is Baran's favourite.
She settles back on her knees. She brings the tip of it to Trinity's cunt, who spasms at the sensation, oversensitive.
"Yola, baby, I don't think I can take it yet."
Yolanda cooes softly, stroking her free hand over her thigh. "It's not for you, don't worry. I just think you've got all this pretty cum between your legs and it would be a shame to waste it."
In front of her she sees Baran's breath hitch. She ignores it outwardly, continuing to slide the silicone between Trinity's folds, making sure every drop is caught and spread along the shaft. Trinity takes it, whimpering softly. Inwardly Yolanda uncoils at the way Baran's eyes have become transfixed on the dildo, pupils swallowing the brown of her irises.
When she's finally satisfied, and when Trinity is at the edge of what she can take, Yolanda moves back. She steps off the bed to pull the harness on before securing the dripping strap in the ring.
Baran had watched every movement hungrily.
Yolanda settles above her, one arm holding her up and the other sliding from Baran's inner thigh, trailing slowly until it reaches her knee. She pushes, and Baran opens for her.
Yolanda kisses softly to her jaw. "You want this, baby? You want Trinity's cum inside you?"
Baran nods, eyelids heavy, reaching a hand up to hold onto Yolanda's shoulder. "Yes. Fuck, yes."
Yolanda pushes in, slowly, rolling her hips and feeling the way the other woman stretches around her. So tight at first, she has to pull on Baran's knee to bring her deeper. She bottoms out, and holds still.
Baran's head falls back against the pillow, letting out a low exhale as she's filled. Before Yolanda can move Trinity is already there, lips pressing against her exposed throat, now recovered enough from her overstimulation to be fully on board with what's happening. She lies on her side next to Baran, fingers trailing across her chest. She pulls back enough to say, "Yola's pushed me so deep inside you, baby."
Baran moans at that, fingers tightening their grip on Yolanda's shoulder.
Yolanda pulls back, tilting her hips as she does to force the pressure to drag against Baran's front wall. She pushes back in, watches the way the muscles of Baran's abdomen jerk. She does it again, and again, building a rhythm, pushing Trinity's cum deeper with every thrust.
"You're taking it so well, Baran. You want me to come inside too? Have us both fill up that pretty pussy?"
Baran only manages to answer in gasps, eyes rolling back, chest heaving as she's fucked.
Trinity's moved her attention to Baran's clit, deft fingers circling the space between them as Yolanda's hips snap forwards. "I think she does, Yola. I think she wants both of us to be dripping out of her."
Yolanda loves this, loves the way Baran tightens at the thought, making her have to thrust harder, loves the way Trinity is looking at both of them like they're the hottest thing she's ever seen. The strap is rubbing at her own clit with every movement and she can feel the heat of it spreading across her skin like flames.
"Look at you, mi amor, you just want us to breed you, don't you?" She presses in harder, Baran's gasps coming faster. "So greedy, wanting both of us."
Baran manages to form words but they're fractured, bordering on desperate. "Need you to come in me, Yola." Another grind, another moan. "Right next to Trinity. Please."
"Anything you want, baby. Both of us."
Trinity shows her agreement with this statement by kissing Baran, and Yolanda can see their tongues dancing, wet and desperate.
Yolanda holds onto Baran's thigh, using her as leverage to fuck her deeper, hard enough she knows there will be bruises in the shape of her fingers tomorrow. Her girlfriends' kiss has become sloppy, Baran barely able to keep up as Yolanda keeps going. Trinity doesn't seem to mind, mouth sliding against her throat instead, hand still moving over Baran's clit.
Yolanda can feel the pleasure uncurling within her, knows Baran can't hold on much longer either by the way her hips are jerking, involuntary and speeding up.
"I'm close, baby."
"Please, please come in me."
Yolanda grinds forwards, burying the strap inside her and burying her head into Baran's neck as she comes. Baran flies after her, spine bowing from the bed, legs wrapping around Yolanda as her hips lift to meet her. Words tumble around them, in Spanish and Farsi, and even a low oath breathed out in Tagalog next to them.
Eventually Yolanda lets her weight drop, lying on Baran's chest. They both breathe heavily, chests rising and falling in sync, Yolanda still pressed inside her.
Trinity allows them all of thirty seconds of recovery before saying, "I vote me next."
Garsanshimi. Baran and Yolanda using Trinity to get off together.
POV Trinity, subspace.
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Trinity whimpered.
"Shh." Baran cooed above her. Her hips continued their slow grind along Trinity's abdomen, smearing her wetness across her heated skin. Trinity watched, mesmerized by the ripple of her back muscles. Baran looked back over her shoulder, eyes black with lust, "Just stay still for us, sweetheart."
Trinity was trying. It was nearly impossible to stop herself from squirming. Her arms ached where she was holding them above her head, gripping the headboard with white knuckles. Following instructions. Not touching.
Yolanda rocked her hips harder against Trinity's leg, and Trinity could feel her dripping down the soft skin of her inner thigh. Her own arousal was soaking the mattress between her legs, throbbing and untouched.
"She feels so good underneath us, Baran." Yolanda leaned forwards, capturing Baran in a searing kiss. Her hand came up to Baran's chest, rolling a nipple between her fingers, making her arch, hips grinding harder.
"Please. Please..." Trinity didn't know what she was begging for. She just knew she needed something, anything from the women on top of her.
They continued to lazily make out above her, the wet sounds of their tongues sliding and the little moans as they kept touching each other. Their hips never faltered, grinding languidly on Trinity's body.
She had never been more turned on in her life, her whole body alight with needneedneed. Her skin was on fire, her head hazy with the feeling of them using her for their own pleasure. The edges of her vision were slipping out of focus.
Yolanda's hand came up and for a heartstopping moment Trinity thought she was finally going to touch her, before her fingers reached for Baran's cunt.
The first press of fingers to her clit made Baran moan, obscene and throaty. Trinity clenched around nothing.
"Yes Yolo, right there eshgam, yes." Her head fell back, curls cascading between her shoulder blades.
Yolanda ran her tongue along Baran's exposed throat, and Trinity was transfixed on the sight of her spit leaving a glistening trail. Her hips bucked, and two hands immediately shot down, pinning her back to the mattress, one on her thigh, the other on her hip.
Yolanda looked at her through heavy lids, over Baran's shoulder, still pressed into her panting neck. "Be good for us, cariño. Baran's so close. I can feel how much she wants to spill all over you."
Trinity whined, grip tightening against the headboard. She wanted that, wanted Baran to coat her belly with her cum, wanted Yola to do the same to her thigh. She had a sudden vision of both of them dripping down her skin until they met in the middle, right at her cunt. Maybe they weren't going to touch her where she needed, but their cum could.
The thought made her lose the last shred of her composure. She slipped fully into subspace, body loose and theirs to use, nothing left in her head but them. Her mouth fell open, like it always did, desperate and babbling without a filter.
"Please, come on me, please, you can ride me, just for you, all for you."
Both women moaned, recognising where Trinity had finally reached. Baran's hips canted upwards, faster to match Yolanda's pace. "There she is, our good girl."
"Always so perfect. We're just going to use you a little longer, okay baby?" Yolanda pressed harder into the meat of Trinity's thigh, so wet she had to pull the leg into herself for friction. Her fingers dug into skin hard enough to bruise. "Just a little longer, you can take it, can't you sweet girl?"
Trinity's mind was liquid. Molten and desperate and languid all at the same time.
"Trinity."
She blinked through the haze. With great effort she brought the world back into enough focus to look at Yolanda. A question. She'd been asked a question.
"Yes. Yes I can take it, please give it to me."
They both ramped up, grinding harder and more sloppy as they chased their release. Baran clutched onto Yolanda's back, forehead pressed to her shoulder. She was gasping, higher and higher with every rock of her hips. It was the most beautiful sound Trinity had ever heard.
Trinity felt the rush of wetness as she came, scalding against her abdomen. She continued grinding, smearing it further, all along her belly, until eventually she slowed, panting.
Yolanda pulled her hand away. She ran her fingertips through the mess Baran had made, and Trinity shuddered. The first time they'd touched her with anything other than their cunts or to hold her down. Her fingers were lightning on her skin. She whimpered again.
Yolanda brought the wetness to Baran's lips and pushed it into her mouth. Baran let out a satisfied hum, and Yolanda's hips stuttered for the first time.
"You're so fucking beautiful when you come, Baran."
Baran released her fingers with a wet pop, smiling, blissed out and relaxed. Both hands fell to Yolanda's hips, and she helped her find a rhythm again. Pushing and pulling as Yolanda slid along Trinity's thigh. "I want to see you fall apart, Yolo. Our girl's been so good to us, you should give her what she asked for."
Trinity was floating beneath them. She felt so good, so warm. Baran had already covered her and now Yola was going to the same. They were so good to her. They were happy that she was being good for them. She'd do anything to stay beneath them both, their weight and their desire all around her.
With Baran's help it didn't take long for Yolanda to come too, biting down on Baran's shoulder as she drenched Trinity's thigh.
All three of them took a few long moments to catch their breath. Trinity's thigh and belly were ruined, covered in slick and cum. Some of it was starting to dry, becoming tacky against her skin.
Baran kissed Yolanda, sweet and quick, before lifting herself off Trinity's torso. Trinity whined at the loss.
"It's okay, azizam. I'm right here." Baran lay next to her, pressing her warm body along the length of hers. "You can let go of the bed now."
She hadn't even realised she was still holding it. Her fingers felt stiff as she released her grip, arms a throbbing ache as they came back down.
"You did so well for us, cariño." Yolanda also moved off Trinity's body, reaching to grab the wipes from the bedside table. She began to gently clean Trinity up, slowing down when her abdominal muscles spasmed. She kissed her thigh after she'd cleaned it, before laying on Trinity's other side.
Both of them pressed in close, arms slung across her chest and hip as they held her.
They were patient as Trinity resurfaced. They murmured soft praise into her ear. Ran their hands along her skin, grounding and tender. She floated back to reality surrounded by their gentleness. It felt less like an awakening and more like being carried back to bed as a child, safe and warm, when you could still hear the laughter in the next room.
When she felt like she was back in control she exhaled. She turned to kiss them both, one after the other, brief and content. "That was great."
Yolanda smiled against her shoulder. Baran hummed an agreement and said, "It was. You were so perfect for us."
The praise rolled through Trinity like a slow wave. She suddenly realised that Yolanda had only cleaned up her and Baran's messes.
Baran and Yolanda's hands moved in sync, trailing down her chest, moving steadily lower. Her breath hitched.
(mild spoilers for wb chapter 2-4) hi uhhh i don't know what to say other than i love wolfish behavior the polytrix werewolf romcom written by @kayr0ss and extensively illustrated by me 🐺🩺🌸
