Walk with me here, Vadi with an exhibitionism streak and Cass who’s just along for the ride and having the time of her life. I know their friends get soooo tired of them, but also maybe Trinity baits them into having sex in front of her and Cass goes along because ‘elder butch teasing baby butch’ vibes while Vic agrees so fucking readily because she’s a brat that wants to show off in front of Trinity.
notes: exhibitionism, daddy cassie
trinity wasn't stupid. she knew the moment that victoria went to sit by cassie on the couch, snuggled up close. from the minute that victoria pouted and complained about it being "too cold" just so cassie would ask for a blanket, trinity knew where this was going.
she plays along for a bit, sitting in the old thrifted armchair that creaks when she shifts her weight. part of the fun is the risk, so if she calls them out right away, she'll ruin it too fast for all of them.
the rom-com that victoria chose (really, crash? begging to choose the movie and then ignoring it to get fingered under the blanket? how selfish can you be.) plays on, and trinity is honestly positive that cassie and vic aren't even attempting to hide the noises, because during a completely quiet scene, trinity hears victoria squeak. and the distinct sound of cassie chuckling and wet noises coming from the couch are simply not subtle at all.
sluts.
trinity waits until she starts hearing victoria's breathing come out more stuttered. she truly is awful at being quiet, which trinity really thinks she needs to work on if she's gonna play these games.
"how close is she?" trinity asks in the same tone one might ask if someone's enjoying the movie.
"i told you she'd know," cassie murmurs, the blanket shifting as she gives a particularly hard thrust of her fingers into victoria's sloppy hole. victoria finally lets out a moan, head lolling back against the couch.
"might as well let me see."
"mmm, have you earned it?" cassie asks, eyebrow quirked teasingly.
trinity makes a frustrated gesture. "fuck do you mean? i've been sitting here quietly, how could i have been bad huh?"
before their back and forth can continue, though, victoria takes matters into her own hands. she shoves the blanket off their laps. trinity swallows, eyes widening at the sight of victoria's loose pj shorts tugged to the side and her leg hooked over cassie's knee so that she's spread wide open, glistening pussy in full view now.
"jesus," trinity groans. "she's so fucking wet."
"mhm," cassie hums, using two fingers to part victoria's folds. the action, exposing her to trinity's view even more, makes victoria clench around nothing, wetness seeping down onto the couch. trinity's mouth waters. "bet you want a taste, huh?"
"god. yeah. yeah, i do."
"her pretty pussy tastes so good," cassie practically brags, and trinity has to take a deep breath to hold her composure.
"daddy," victoria whines, trying to push cassie's fingers back into her cunt. cassie tuts, smacking the girls cunt a couple of times, wet lewd noises making trinity moan. "inside."
"she's so fucking needy," trinity says under her breath.
"getting her little hole played with in front of her friend does that to her. she's lucky her daddy spoils her." cassie's fingers push back into victoria's pussy curling in a way that makes her gasp.
"sounds like you've been spoiling her too much."
victoria whines and squirms, both frustrated and turned on at the way they're speaking about her like she's not there.
"you think so? well, i was gonna let you eat her out but if you think i'm spoiling her…"
"no!" trinity says, sounding much too desperate for her liking but she's not going to let her pride lose this chance. "no, you spoil her just enough. let me taste her."
"what's the magic word?"
"please, cassie."
"you're a lot easier than you act, trinity," cassie smirks. "alright, c'mere. but she doesn't come until i say, got it?"
ship: victoria javadi x cassie mckay x trinity santos
"You really don't believe me? Sure you're not just jealous?" Trinity fake gasps.
"What? No, why would I be—"
"Why would you be jealous of me hooking up with your work crush?"
or, victoria doesn't believe trinity when she claims that cassie likes to be called daddy. trinity plans to prove her wrong.
The beeping of machines and voices that make up the constant soundtrack of The Pitt surround the pair. Night shift is clocking in, leaving Trinity and Victoria to take a backseat and catch up on their dreaded charts from the day.
But, their conversation has shifted from emergency surgeries and landed on a secret that Trinity had been holding for at least a month. She caught Victoria making heart eyes at Cassie when she passed, a normal occurrence, and used that as an in.
"No. I just don't believe it," Victoria shakes her head as if trying to shake the new information out of her brain.
"Have I ever lied to you, Crash?"
"Yes. Daily. Sometimes multiple times a day."
"You really don't believe me? Sure you're not just jealous?" Trinity fake gasps.
"What? No, why would I be—"
"Why would you be jealous of me hooking up with your work crush?"
The words make Victoria visibly flinch, truly unable to hide anything with those wide brown eyes.
"She's not my work crush."
"Oh, so it extends beyond work."
"Don't you have charting to do?" Victoria snaps.
"I'm amazing at multitasking. Just ask McKay." Trinity gives her a dramatic wink.
"Gross."
"You say gross, but you're thinking about it, aren't you?"
"I'm pretty sure that comment counts as sexual harassment." Trinity shrugs. Victoria looks away for a moment, maybe looking for someone to come save her. Unlucky for her, everyone else is busy. She sighs, and lowers her voice as she says, "Anyway, I just don't believe you called her…daddy. She seems more mommy than anything. Not that I've thought about that!"
"Uh huh. I believe it, Ms. Mommy Issues."
"I don't have—" Victoria cuts herself off and tries to look like she's focusing really hard on her computer when footsteps draw near.
"God, that sucked." The woman of the hour approaches the other two, rubbing hand sanitizer into her hands. Cassie sighs, bracing her arms against her desk. "I've never been so excited to have to come chart."
"Can't relate," Trinity grumbles. "Rough one?"
"Yeah. Seventeen year old girl, car accident. Got t-boned," Cassie explains as she cards her fingers through her bangs, taming them from their disheveled state. Mostly. "Stable, but looking pretty rough. She just went upstairs."
"Jesus," Trinity sighs. She glances over at Victoria, who is oddly silent. But, of course, she's just staring unabashedly at Cassie, eyes wide and occasionally darting back to Trinity.
A smirk crosses Trinity's face. She mouths, "You're thinking about it."
That earns her a sneer.
"I am not," Victoria hisses. Or, tries to. Her whispering leaves something to be desired.
"Not what?" Cassie glances up from her computer.
"N-nothing!" Victoria says far too quickly. Cassie gives her an unconvinced look, and then looks back to Trinity with a raised brow.
"Oh, don't worry about it. Crash and I were just settling a friendly debate," Trinity shrugs casually. She pretends to think for a moment, tapping her finger against her chin before letting out a fake gasp of revelation. "Actually, maybe you could help us settle it, McKay!"
Victoria's mouth falls open, panicked.
"Sure," Cassie says. "What is it?"
"No! No." Victoria shakes her head, standing from her seat. She leans over to Trinity and, voice wavering, says, "Santos. Seriously. Don't."
"Oh, don't get your scrubs in a twist. I'm not going to expose you," Trinity winks.
"Am I missing something?" Cassie purses her lips, eyes darting between the two girls.
"Not at all. Victoria here just didn't believe me when I told her that you and I spent a lovely evening together," Trinity explains, an all too satisfied smile on her face.
It was Cassie's turn to blush. Pink flushing up her neck all the way to the tips of her ears.
"Trinity," Cassie whispers sharply. Firmly. A warning that Trinity will happily ignore. Possibly at her own expense, but who was she if not self-destructive levels of cocky?
"Though, her not believing that part might just be denial more than anything. I think it was the other little tidbit I dropped that Crash really thinks I'm lying about."
"Whatever it is, I'm sure it's not appropriate to talk about right now," Cassie says, low and threatening. Trinity's heard that tone before. And it sends her brat instincts into full drive.
"Uh-huh," Trinity scoffs. "As if you weren't walking around here whining about how badly you needed to get laid."
"That was different."
"Eh. Debatable. But fine." Trinity raises both her hands in surrender. "I'll drop it."
"Thank you," Cassie sighs, rubbing her forehead.
"Of course." Deliberately, Trinity waits for Cassie to take a sip from her water bottle before adding on, "Daddy."
Water splashes across Cassie's work station as she sputters and chokes. Victoria scrambles to help clean it, muttering something about how infuriating Trinity is. Both of them look up at her, only to be met with what can only be described as a shit-eating grin. They glare at her simultaneously. But it's going to take a lot more than that to ruffle her.
"So, do you believe me now, Crash?"
Ever since that bombshell dropped, Trinity has been taking every opportunity to torture Victoria. Sometimes she'll just sigh wistfully, and when Victoria gives her a questioning look, she'll claim she was thinking about Cassie's hands.
"You're a pervert." Victoria had rolled her eyes.
"Please. Her fingers could be covered in blood, and you'd still suck them clean if she asked."
The lack of denial after that statement said everything.
Other times she's even more blatant. Her favorite moment was when she walked in on Victoria and Cassie talking in the break room, sitting across from each other at the round table. Walking behind, Trinity made eye-contact with Victoria over Cassie's shoulder. She stuck her tongue out and made a scissoring motion with her fingers. Victoria turned into a deer in the headlights, eyes wide as dinner plates.
Cassie turned around, arm slung over the back of the chair, right as Trinity dropped her hands and stuffed them in her pockets. The older woman knew she was up to something, but just shook her head and went back to her conversation.
Trinity swore she heard Cassie mutter "brat" under her breath. She hid her blush by sauntering over to the counter to make a cup of coffee.
It was risky teasing Victoria around Cassie, but she knew that the older woman found Victoria's embarrassed face just as amusing. She just didn't admit it. But after that initial conversation, Cassie had pulled Trinity aside and told her very firmly to behave when they were at work.
Boring.
What was most surprising about the whole thing was that Victoria had not asked Trinity anything about the hookup. Seriously, Trinity was ready to present her a whole PowerPoint listing the different positions they'd ended up in. Alphabetical order too. Or maybe chronological made more sense.
With how nosy Victoria is, the only conclusion that Trinity has been able to come to is that thinking too much about her and Cassie fucking would break the girl's brain from a lethal mix of jealousy and pure arousal.
No matter. Trinity has her methods.
A night out, one karaoke session, and a drink and a half later is all it takes.
"Can I ask you something?" Victoria tugs on Trinity's sleeve, urging her to stand closer so they can hear each other better over the Sabrina track currently blasting through the bar speakers.
"Yes, I'm gay."
"No shit," Victoria rolls her eyes. Trinity chuckles at the attitude. "It's about Cassie."
"Cassie who?"
"Oh my fucking god," Victoria groans. "You're the most annoying person I've ever met. Including Ogilvie."
"Ouch. Alright, that stung." Trinity clutches her heart as if she's been shot. Victoria pouts at her, clearly ready to give up and walk away, maybe even leave without her, so Trinity relents. "Fine, fine. What do you want to know?"
"Is…is she a good kisser? I always imagined she'd be a really good kisser." The words tumble out quickly.
"Good grief. You found out she has a fucking daddy kink, and you're wondering about kissing? Are you a middle schooler who hasn't had sex ed yet?"
"It's just the first on my mind!"
"Are your questions going to go in order of the bases?" Trinity snorts. Victoria pouts. A perfect impression of a puppy you just caught chewing on furniture. "Ugh, stop making that pathetic face. Yes, McKay is a good kisser."
"In what ways?"
"Right, you need the specifics for your spank bank." That earns her a glare, but Victoria still waits for her answer. Trinity ponders for a moment, thinking back to that night. "She's simultaneously really gentle and very eager. Gets really handsy too. Kinda sloppy. Don't know if the biting was because I bit her first though."
"Yeah?" Victoria's voice sounds strained even on just a single word.
"Mhm." Trinity takes another sip of her beer. The alcohol serves as a great excuse for the blush on her cheeks right now. She waits a moment, assuming there will be more questions, but it seems that Victoria's genius brain has already short-circuited.
Victoria's eyes dart to Trinity's lips. Is she imagining the kiss? Is she wishing she was participating?
Who is she more jealous of?
The empty bottle hits the table with a soft clink. Trinity wipes off her bottom lip with the pad of her thumb, keeping eye contact with Victoria the whole time.
"You know, if you kiss me, it's kinda like you've kissed McKay."
"What!?"
"Yeah. We'll be like…spit sisters. Or something."
Okay, maybe I'm drunker than she thought. Trinity internally cringes. Spit sisters? Really? Is that even a thing?
"That doesn't make any sense."
"Ugh, always so logical! Fine, ignore that part. It's like the Sabrina song. I've kissed McKay, so if you kiss me, you'll be one degree of separation from kissing her. Get it?"
"I'm starting to think that you just want me to kiss you," Victoria challenges.
The words hit Trinity right in the chest. She plays it off though, leaning forward into Victoria's space, posture much like the woman on both their minds.
"I'm not hearing a 'no', Crash." Her voice is lower now. Tempting.
"You're ridiculous." The statement doesn't sound as exasperated as Victoria probably meant it. It doesn't help that her eyes keep landing back on Trinity's lips.
"But…?"
"But…"
With clumsy hands, Victoria pulls Trinity in closer by her shirt. A surprised noise emerges from Trinity's throat as Victoria pulls her in rather roughly. Or, maybe desperately is a better word.
Trinity can't tell if it's the alcohol or one of those bursts of confidence that always remind her that Victoria isn't to be underestimated.
Her lips are warm against Trinity's own. She tastes like whatever fruity concoction she's been sipping and cherry lip gloss. Trinity settles into the kiss finally, her hands landing on Victoria's waist. She squeezes, thumbs digging into her exposed hip bones where her shirt is riding up. That pulls a needy noise from Victoria, lips parted and giving Trinity access to swipe her tongue in.
The table that Trinity was leaning on digs into her back, but she doesn't care. How could she when she has her tongue in Victoria Javadi's mouth?
They pull back after god knows how long. Breathless and panting, both of them clinging to the other. Heat radiates off of their skin, and the humidity of the bar is becoming too much to bear.
"Do you wanna get out of here?" Trinity asks, tucking her fingers into the belt loops of Victoria's denim skirt.
"Yes. Your place."
"I figured."
As they stand outside, Trinity mumbles something about getting a ride for them. Victoria nods, now keeping a little distance between them. Though, not enough to be out of Trinity's reach when she wraps her arms around the other woman.
It takes a while for their ride to arrive. Much longer than an Uber normally would. Of course, that does not go unnoticed by Victoria. But Trinity just shrugs. Tries not to laugh so her plan isn't given away.
The effort is more than worth it when Victoria's jaw drops upon seeing what car pulls up to the sidewalk. The window of the van rolls down, and Trinity can't help but grin when Victoria smacks her.
"Hey, girls." Cassie tilts her head try to see them better in the dim street light. "You ready?"
"Yep!" Trinity tugs Victoria into the backseat. Victoria makes a disgruntled noise, clearly torn between protesting that this is a horrible idea and wanting to be close to Cassie. "Thanks so much for driving us, Cassie. Sorry for interrupting your night off."
"No worries." Cassie smiles at them through the rear view mirror, eyes crinkling at the corners. "I wasn't exactly having a thrilling evening."
"Three Bs?"
"Three Bs," Cassie confirms, chuckling. She notices Victoria has been quiet. "You alright? I think I have some bottled water in the back I can grab, if you need it. Or you can sit up here, if you think you're going to get carsick."
"No, 'm fine. Thank you," Victoria mumbles. Trinity can feel how tense she is, so she settles a hand on Victoria's thigh. That does not help. Victoria flinches, but doesn't push Trinity's hand away.
"Okay," Cassie nods, but her eyes keep landing on Trinity's in the mirror, scrutinizing like she's trying to figure out what all the tension is about. The van pulls out into the street, and Cassie starts navigating to Trinity's apartment.
Trinity and Cassie chat for a bit while Victoria suffers in silence. She's out of luck, though, because Cassie diverts her attention.
"Are you sure you're okay, Victoria?"
"Yes, I'm okay. Just thinking."
"You don't have to feel embarrassed about me picking you guys up," Cassie says gently. "I know it might be weird having your older coworker seeing you drunk…"
"Not at all! It's totally fine. I mean, I'm pretty sure we've seen our fair share of coworkers drinking at like, parties and stuff."
As they talk, Trinity uses the distraction to make her move. She leans closer to Victoria, warm breath hitting her skin as her nose bumps against Victoria's jaw. Victoria's breath hitches. The air in the car suddenly feels thick like it did when they were kissing earlier.
Victoria's hand comes to Trinity's thigh, digging in. Trinity smiles as she starts kissing a wet trail against Victoria's neck. Victoria shudders, fingers clenching into the fabric of Trinity's pants.
The conversation goes quiet, and the small noise that escapes Victoria's throat does not go unnoticed by Cassie. Her eyes dart up to the mirror again. Trinity looks Cassie right in the eyes as she licks up the sweat that's started accumulating on Victoria's skin.
"Trinity." Cassie tries to focus back on the road. Looking away from Victoria's parted lips and eyes fluttering closed in surrender is a task of epic proportion, but the last thing she wants is to rear-end someone and have to explain what took her eyes from the road.
"Cassie," Trinity retorts simply, word muffled against Victoria's skin.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
Cassie's hands grip the steering wheel hard, the veins of her hand popping out with the tension.
"It looks like you're being a brat," Cassie says, her voice dropping to a raspy growl. Both women in the backseat groan, Trinity's muffled by Victoria's neck. "You can't even wait until you're out of the car? Are you trying to make me jealous?"
"Which one of us are you jealous of, Daddy?"
The car jerks to a stop as Cassie parks, yanking Trinity away from Victoria. She yelps, and Cassie laughs.
"You're really doing this, aren't you?" Cassie shakes her head in disbelief. She turns in her seat, looking back at the absolutely flustered look on Victoria's face. Cassie licks her lips. "I can pull her off of you, if you want."
The way Cassie speaks about Trinity like she's not there makes her simultaneously aroused and frustrated. Victoria shakes her head. "No. I want this. I kissed her first."
A surprised look crosses Cassie's face, but it settled back into an amused smirk.
"Upstairs, you two."
"Are you coming?" Victoria asks quickly.
"Do you want me to?" Cassie raises an eyebrow.
"Yes. Please."
That's apparently all Cassie needed. The next few minutes are a blur, the trio rushing up to Trinity's apartment. Trinity mentally thanks Amy for drawing Dennis away from their home so she didn't have to deal with the questioning texts when he asked why both Cassie and Victoria were over.
As soon as the door opens, Trinity tugs Victoria in for another kiss, pushing her up against the door as it slams shut. Cassie hovers next to them, leaning into their space and unable to tear her eyes from their lips latched together. Trinity pulls back, a string of spit connecting the pair. She looks to Cassie, nodding towards Victoria.
"You know, Crash here had a lot of questions about how good of a kisser you are."
"Oh yeah?"
Trinity wants to latch her lips onto Victoria's neck, but she steps back a bit to give them space for their first kiss. Victoria looks up at Cassie, eyes sparkling.
Cassie steps closer, taking Trinity's place in pinning Victoria to the door. Her hand comes up, gentle as it cups the younger woman's jaw. The room falls quiet other than their labored breathing. Tentatively, Cassie leans in. And then, Victoria tugs her forward by shirt and crashes their lips together.
Both of them moan into the kiss, and Trinity has to take deep breaths to steady herself as she watches. A pang of envy hits as Cassie starts edging her strong hands up Victoria's shirt. Cassie whispers something only Victoria can hear, making the girl giggle pathetically, and Trinity snaps.
"Hey, don't forget about me. Y'know, the one who finally helped break your months of sexual tension," Trinity tries to joke, but the way her voice pitches up a bit when she hears Victoria moan "fuck" as Cassie's fingers find her tits ruins her moment.
Maybe that was a mistake, Trinity realizes. Cassie pulls back, tilting her head and squinting a bit at Trinity. Fuck. Yeah, definitely a mistake.
"Are you going to have an attitude all night?" Cassie asks, voice somehow even huskier now.
"That's kind of my default state, yeah."
Before Trinity can even load up a follow up, a hand comes to the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair and tugging sharply at the scalp.
"Ah!" Trinity gasps, forced to tilt her head back to try to relieve the pull. Cassie smirks as Trinity arches in her hold. She looks back at Victoria.
"You wanna see something fun?" Cassie asks.
"Uh, okay?" Victoria agrees. Her shirt is rucked up over her tits, lip gloss smeared in a sticky glimmer across her lips.
"Get on your knees, baby." The words come out in a sharp command at Trinity. The other two can see the mental struggle written all over her face. Torn between that carefully hidden submissive part of her brain and the realization that she's dug her own grave, because Victoria will never let her live this down. Another sharp sting zips through her scalp as Cassie tightens her grip and tugs again. "Now."
"I can't if you're holding me up by my hair," Trinity grunts.
"That's for me to worry about. Now do as I say, or else you're going to regret it."
"Fine."
As Trinity lowers herself to the floor, Cassie loosens her hold on her hair. Victoria looks far too excited to see her in this position. Trinity's entire body feels warm now, a steady pulse building between her thighs. But she has enough self control to not rub them together. For now.
"Good girl." A gentler hand strokes through her hair, like petting a puppy. "That's not how you address me though, is it?"
"No…"
"Try again then. Tell Daddy you'll be good."
"Holy fuck," Victoria moans. Cassie glances at her, amused. "Oh, I just…I still didn't believe you actually—I thought maybe you were just ignoring Trinity saying it. Humoring her, you know."
"Nope. Though, I bet Trinity left out a little info when she told you about that."
"What do you mean?"
Trinity groans, knowing what's coming. She drops her head, staring at the floor, hiding her blush behind the curtain of her hair falling around her face.
"Trinity's the one who brought the nickname up. I just happened to enjoy it."
"No fucking way." The grin can be heard through Victoria's voice.
"Can I get off my knees now? And maybe be armed with a weapon?" Trinity asks, looking up and blowing her hair out from her face now to glare up at Victoria. She clearly isn't feeling the threat though. Fair, considering she just watched Trinity get bossed down to the floor.
"Are you extra bratty when you haven't been fucked in a while, Trinity?" Cassie scoffs. "No, you stay down there. I think you owe Victoria an apology."
"Apology? For fucking what?"
"For teasing her for the past couple of weeks," Cassie states matter-of-factly. "And I think Vic should get rewarded for being so good. Does that sound good, baby?"
The tone shift between how Cassie speaks to them both sends heat straight to Trinity's cunt. Victoria being Cassie's good girl, and Trinity her brat. Victoria's voice sounds strained when she answers.
"Y-yes. That sounds good…" She trails off. The word that's been on her mind for weeks dying on her tongue.
"C'mon, princess. You can say it." Cassie's voice is a low purr, rumbled through her chest.
"Daddy," Victoria practically whispers.
"Fuck, that's my girl."
Part of Trinity's punishment is being forced to stay on her knees as Cassie undresses Victoria. Like a kid unwrapping a Christmas present, Victoria follows suit, unbuttoning Cassie's pants and pushing her shirt up. Clothes fall onto the floor around her, and she swears that someone throws a bra at her face on purpose. In a show of strength that makes both younger women moan, Cassie easily lifts Victoria up by the back of her thighs, all while her lips are latched to her neck, teeth nipping at the soft skin.
Carefully, Cassie carries Victoria over to the couch. She glances back over her shoulder at Trinity, who's gaping at them, and nods at her to follow.
Trinity scrambles over, tugging her own clothes off in the process. The couch creaks as Cassie flops down with Victoria in her lap. A low groan escapes her lips as Victoria kisses her eagerly, rocking in her lap, hoping to get some friction against Cassie's bare thigh.
Cassie snaps her fingers and points to the floor, so Trinity huffs and gets back down in position. Not like she wants to. It's just the lesser of two evils. And now, she's eye level with Victoria's pretty pussy and Cassie's wet boxers. A small reward in her humiliation.
"Turn around for me, baby," Cassie mumbles to Victoria. Though a little confused, Victoria obeys, maneuvering herself so that her back is pressed against Cassie's chest. Fingers dig into her soft thighs, and Trinity watches as Cassie spreads Victoria open, keeping her own legs in between Victoria's so that she can't even try to close them.
Victoria pants, chest heaving and beads of sweat dripping down her tummy. Trinity wants to lick it up. A needy whine is yanked from Victoria's throat as Cassie reaches up and gropes her tits. Trinity can see Cassie smiling against the girl's shoulder.
"Come here, Trinity," Cassie says. Trinity scoots closer, in between Cassie and Victoria's open legs. The smell of Victoria's wet cunt hits her as she hovers over her it, close enough that Victoria quivers at the feeling of Trinity's warm breath on her folds. "Oh, so you can listen!"
"All she needs is pussy as motivation," Victoria huffs. Cassie cackles at that, squeezing Victoria's hip.
"Oh, there's that fire I love so much, princess."
Victoria beams, but her enthusiasm is cut off with a squeak when Trinity's teeth sink into her thigh. "Ow!"
"Hey! Play nice, or I swear to god, I'll fuck her in front of you and not let you touch either of us," Cassie warns, kicking Trinity in the thigh for emphasis.
"Fine." Trinity rolls her eyes.
"Now, you're going to be a good girl and apologize to Victoria." Cassie reaches down and uses two fingers to spread Victoria's pussy, sending a shiver down her body. Trinity nods eagerly. "Words."
"Yes. Yes, Daddy," Trinity whimpers.
"There she is. Now, lick."
She doesn't need to be told twice. Instantly, Trinity dives in, tongue swiping up the length of Victoria's cunt. The warm, wet sensation makes Victoria jerk in Cassie's arms, chasing Trinity's mouth. Cassie shushes her, kissing and biting along her shoulder as she murmurs soft praises. Trinity can't hear them, too focused on the task at hand.
"You can be rough with her, if you want," Cassie mutters to Victoria. "She likes it."
At that, Victoria reaches down and tangles her fingers in Trinity's hair, mirroring how Cassie was dragging her around earlier. Trinity's nose is smushed against Victoria's clit as she's held firmly against her pussy. Air comes in short supply now, but Trinity wouldn't mind passing out here. Plus, these two could easily revive her if it came to that.
"Yes, yes, just like that," Victoria moans when Trinity moves to suckle on her swollen clit. She keeps eye contact the whole time, greatly enjoying the view from between Victoria's thighs. "Oh, fuck. I'm gonna come."
"Yeah? You gonna make a mess on Trinity's face?" Cassie asks, punctuating the question with a sharp tug on Victoria's nipple. The slight pain makes her body jerk again, pussy pulsing around nothing as Trinity centers her attention on her most sensitive spot.
"Yes yes yes," Victoria chants. Cassie has to wrap one arm around her waist to keep her from arching fully away from her. She wants to feel every tremor in Victoria's body when she comes. "Daddy, 'm gonna come—"
"Fuck, come for me, Victoria. Come for daddy."
A gush of wetness erupts across Trinity's face. Reflexively, she flinches slightly, but she doesn't pull away. There's no chance she's letting any of this go to waste. Trinity keeps licking, slurping up every drop that she can. And prolonging Victoria's climax in the process.
Victoria quivers in Cassie's arms, hips still jerking as she's pushed into a smaller orgasm by Trinity's tongue.
"Good girl, did so good for me," Cassie praises, tilting Victoria to angle her head so she can capture her lips in a gentle kiss.
A soft whine pulls their attention. Trinity looks up at them pathetically, panting and covered in Victoria's cum.
"Aw, poor thing," Cassie coos. "You need some attention too, huh? You've earned it."
"Please," Trinity pleads, all her bravado melted as her own pussy drips and aches for stimulation.
"Okay, okay. Hop up here."
It takes a bit of rearranging, but Victoria moves to sit next to Cassie so that Trinity can straddle the older woman's thigh. They devolve into a mess of spit and slick, sloppy kisses exchanged between all of them as Trinity humps Cassie's thigh, leaving a puddle of wetness on her skin.
Trinity would deny how fast she came if her brain was functioning well enough, but the overwhelming sensations have left her slumped and boneless against Cassie's chest after her body stops shaking. The couch creaks as Victoria shifts, cuddling as close as possible to both of them, tucking her head against the other side of Cassie's neck.
With both of her girls utterly exhausted, Cassie sighs, running her fingers through Victoria's hair with one hand and rubbing Trinity's back with the other. Her own arousal is puddled in the fabric of her boxers, damp against her thighs and ass now. But, for the first time in forever, their bickering has stopped. So, she decides to savor it for a bit longer.
Besides, Cassie's sure that the second she asks them to eat her out, they'll be up and going before she even finishes her sentence.
girl absolutely loves waking up to her cum shooting down your throat
OR
you waking up half naked with a cooling, sticky mess between your legs and a text on your phone with a video attached
deliberately turning off trinity's alarm so that you can be her wake up call <3 especially when she has morning wood, just crawling down and starting to lick and suck her pretty dick, listening to her sleepy mumbling... knowing that she's woken up when you feel her hand on your head and hear a raspy, "well, good morning to you too, sunshine."
ohhhh also also trinity rubbing her leaky dick against your lips while you sleep. precum making them look wet n glossy n so fuckable.
and then working her way down your body. its so early because her shift is soon and she doesn't want to deny you your beauty sleep so obviously the best solution is to use you like her pretty fleshlight <3 taking a video of her rubbing her cock through your cunt, tip brushing against your clit and making your hips twitch.
when you wake up sticky you just text her immediately with a "so why do i have half dried cum on me baby"
and trinity sends the video with the message "u were so eepy <3"
she's been working so hard all day that she second she got home she just needed to be inside you soooo fucking bad. trinity balls deep inside you, mumbling how good you feel.
and she has to go so bad. she's had to go for hours. but she doesn't wanna leave your warm cunt. if trinity pulls out right now she might actually cry
so she keeps going. and you suddenly feel a warm sensation that is definitely not cum spilling inside you.
"f-fuck....fuck 'm sorry i...."
"trin, are you--"
"you just feel so fucking good i cant stop 'm sorry. fuck baby fuck you just clenched. you like that?" trinity laughs at your flustered face and the way your cunt wraps tight around her cock. "oh you dirty girl! i shouldve known you'd be into this...fuck, there's more where that came from baby..."
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."
trying to wake up Santos with a bj, but once you get your mouth around her dick, the wires in her brain get crossed and she starts pissing, and you have no choice but to stay in place and drink it all 😍
notes: transfem trinity, piss drinking <3 (just trinity for this one no baran the other ask is misleading :p)
"mmm fuck..."
trinity's wipes her face with the back of her hand, eyes blinking open slowly as she starts to register what's happening. there's a warm wet sensation surrounding her. she reaches down to put her hand on the back of your head, scratching gently at your scalp.
she opens her eyes just enough to look down at you. making eye contact as your lips stretch around her shaft. trinity's hips twitch, sliding her dick further into your eager mouth.
you must have been working her up for a while, because trinity feels a warm pull. she groans, head lolling to the side as she allows herself to relax under your service.
before she knows it, she feels the warm release--
wait.
"ohfuck.." trinity groans, realizing that in her sleepy haze that she hadn't realized how badly she had to use the bathroom. the warm trickle of her urine hits your tongue and your eyes widen. trinity is about to stop herself, pull out, but she feels you swallow. and she can't stop herself.
"fuck baby. fuck. you're so so good for me, princess."
you blink up at her, making a little face at the unusual taste but you keep drinking her down, loving the dark look in her eyes.
when the stream turns to a dribble, trinity pulls you off. you gasp for air, smiling up at her. trinity lets out a huffed laugh.
"i cannot believe you just did that."
"well, it was that or let you make a mess in our bed."
"so your solution was to drink my piss?" you nod and trinity giggles. "you're such a freak. come kiss me."
if trinity were ever being held hostage and her captors asked her to tell them the details of this particular summer evening, she'd tell them to just kill her.
don't get her wrong, she's turned on more than she's ever been in her life. but any and all dignity has been left at baran's doorstep.
frilly collar around her neck, with a little bell that jingles every time trinity moves. hands wrapped in mittens that make it impossible for her to use her hands properly. a fluffy tailplug nestled in her asshole.
but those had all become normal to trinity, at least. but tonight, mama had told her that she'd bought some new toys. trinity was excited at first, barking happily and bounding over to baran, wiggling her hips in a way that made that tail wag.
trinity did not expect the new toys to be quite like this.
squeak.
the rubber taste is not totally unpleasant on trinity's tongue, but the sensation of the squeaky gag in her teeth makes her want to just bare down and bite. but every time she does, that fucking noise hits her ears and makes her flush. reminds her what she is.
"aw, is mama's puppy getting embarrassed?" baran coos, her hands still moving relentlessly between trinitys thighs. in them, the other toy that mama bought.
trinity doesn't fucking know how baran found a squeaky toy shaped like a dog cock, but given the fact that it squeaks when baran's grip tightens around the knot, she assumes it has to be some sort of furry gag gift.
but of course, she can't even make a gagging joke right now. trinity growls, shaking her head and squishing the toy between her teeth.
squeak squeak squeak
"silly puppy," baran grins. "you must love the toys mama bought you, huh?"
squeak trinity shakes her head.
"no? then why are your puppyparts dripping down this toy? seems to me like you like them very much."
squeak squeak squeak squeak
baran laughs at the indignant look on trinity's face. "i think you just hate how much you enjoy it. but if you really want me to stop…"
trinity feels the cock slipping out of her cunt and she starts squirming, whining behind the gag.
"that's what i thought." a hard thrust pushes the cock almost all the way back in, but the knot can't quite breach her needy hole yet. the swollen part of it squeaks as baran presses it harder against her.
jesus, is it going to squeak inside of her?
"now, squeak once for no, twice for yes." trinity rolls her eyes, but her cunt clenches as baran's next words hit. "do you want mama to knot you?"
Baran buying Trinity days of the week underwear… soemthing something something accident… something something… “I normally don’t wash Monday until Tuesday.” Baran age play teasing Trinity with them….
days of the week underwear is actually so fucking cute oh my godddd
notes: ageplay, mommy kink, pussy spanking
maybe baran implementing it when trinity gets so overworked that her sense of time is all fucked up, forgetting what day it is and such. baran buying such a cute pack of underwear for her girl. trinity making a face, saying, "what am i, five?" but her cheeks are flushed.
"only if you want to be, babygirl."
baran making trinity show her that she's got the right day on. taking her into the bathroom at work and tugging her scrub pants down, smiling when she sees trinity clenching her thighs together.
sometimes if trinity is feeling bratty, she'll deliberately put the wrong ones on. baran frowning when she sees "Tuesday" on a Saturday.
"that's not even close, honey."
trinity shrugs. "just grabbed one."
baran also using it as a way to see if trinity's done her chores (laundry). because she only got trin one set, in order to pass inspection, she has to do laundry weekly <3
if trinity messes up, baran will spank her cunt over the panties, making them get all soaked. tugging them taut to make the fabric dig into trinity's needy clit. trinty trying to reach down to push baran away but baran just swats her hand away.
"no, honey. you could've gotten out of this," baran would scold, pinning trinity's wrists to her chest while the other hand is still yanking up trinity's panties, getting them all pushed up into her slit, soaking the fabric even more. "you know the rules."
"'m sorry, please, it stings--"
"mama will kiss it better afterwards. once you've learned your lesson."
