any noncon thoughts with santos ? 🤤
going out for drinks at the bar that trinity frequents. she's there alone tonight, just letting off some steam with a few rounds of karaoke. as she's getting off the stage and going for her drink, she overhears a conversation.
the sound of an angry male voice reaches her and her hackles go up. she spots you, clearly super drunk, trying to reject some dude who's standing way to close to you and talking way too loud to be a nice guy.
trinity is moving in an instant. she stomps over, and you suddenly feel an arm around your waist. you look through bleary eyes and see a pretty girl. oh! she must be here to save you.
she starts yelling at the guy, telling him that you're clearly not interested, and to avoid making any more of a scene, the guy grumbles and walks off.
"hey, you okay?" trinity asks, brows furrowed with concern. you nod, smiling a goofy smile at her because you're so wasted and she's sooooo pretty. you giggle and trinity chuckles. "yeah, you're probably not gonna remember any of this tomorrow, are you?"
and you don't really think anything of that comment, assuming she's talking about the shitty guy that she scared off.
ending up hanging out with her for a bit because she's being really nice to you and she's soooo funny and pretty <3 and she likes hearing your drunken giggles at all her really bad jokes.
you get up to go use the bathroom at some point, and trinity offers to come with you. "just wanna keep an eye on you, you're still pretty fucking hammered."
and you happily let her lead you to the little single stall bathroom. you're so out of it that you don't even question that trinity comes into the room with you. or that she's watching you very intently as you pee.
when you get up to wash your hands, you feel a warm body press against your back. you shudder, but trinity shushes you.
"it's okay, it's just me. god, you're so pretty like this..."
trinity's hands are all over you. she presses you against the counter. her soft lips kiss along your neck. teeth sink in. she's definitely left a bruise.
you don't know if you should fight it. it feels good. she feels good. but, it's wrong, isn't it? she's doing exactly what she saved you from...
but, as trinity's hand slips into your pants and you feel her fingers stroke through your wetness, any semblance of protest dies on your throat with a shuddered moan.
"you're lucky i'm the one who's doing this to you. that guy i yelled at would've just used this little fuckhole for his own pleasure. but me? i'm making you feel good, babygirl. you should thank me, yknow. for saving you."
