Reckless Driving (interlude)
Short update because I'm working on SBN chapters, but we're all obsessed with needy Trinity and differently needy Baran. MDNI, unedited, etc, just some uhhhhh.... you'll see i guess.
Takes place seconds after RD4
It had been nineteen days since the incident in their pre-marital bed. Baran shakily swore it was fine, the two of them stared at the alpha’s cock where it begged for more attention despite the trails of cum down the length and the strands still connecting it to Baran’s heated cunt.
A hand clutched at Trinity’s chin and dragged her gaze back up, her eyes watery and wide. A breeze fluttered through Baran’s open window, shuffling the curtains as they caught their breath tangled across each other.
Baran’s grip was nearly bruising, the dark depths of her eyes swimming with something entirely unreadable to Trinity. She only knew she wanted to completely drown herself in it.
“Baby. Baby, I’m sorry, I didn’t know, really, Baran, I didn—”
Baran’s huff cut across whatever weak pleading was spilling from Trinity’s parted lips, half of a groan, half of a sigh, something entirely foreign to Trinity’s ears. Baran could just lean down and bite the concerned confusion right off of that cute little face.
Her free hand scratched down Trinity’s quivering abdomen and hooked under the condom, stripping the twitching cock of its oppressive apparel. Trinity braced herself up on her elbows with a shudder, eyebrows pressed together as overstimulation sent lightning bolts up her spine.
She settled for sinking back onto Trinity, eyes skating across Trinity’s expression as her jaw fluttered from how hard she was clenching it, head tossed back, hands clenching into fists in the white sheets. Baran would never, never get enough of that perfect whimper, the way it tore out of Trinity like it was escaping containment, like it was always hidden away in Trinity’s chest for Baran to dig out at her will.
Sometimes Baran thought about Trinity’s past lovers. It made her chest clench and roil with searing jealousy, but it was unstoppable once it began.
Did Dr. Garcia make Trinity wear a condom? Surely. If Baran were to ever ask Trinity, if she were to ever receive confirmation from the girl herself that she’d fucked Garcia with her pretty cock, Baran might have to strangle someone. Of course she knew they hooked up and what that undoubtedly entailed, but the very thought of Trinity’s hands clutching for someone else’s hold, of her orgasm rocking her at the will of someone else— it was enough to inspire great vengeance.
Not on sweet Trinity, never. Baran would just have to make sure Trinity was tied down, another night chained to the radiator perhaps. Trinity could be such a hero sometimes, the poor girl wouldn’t be able to help but try to get involved and Baran couldn’t have that.
Trinity simply just had to be hers. Every part of her belonged to Baran.
Those eyes were for Baran to sink into, that throat was for Baran’s teeth and soothing lips, those hands were to fist in Baran’s curls while she gave her needy girl what she needed. She could feel the desperation issuing off of Trinity in waves, and Baran’s distracted musings had been very poorly timed.
Before she knew it, Baran was halfway on her side, face pressed into the mattress, two strong hands clutching the flesh at her hips, Trinity muscling her down. Baran snarled out a low groan as Trinity’s entirety was sunk into her, Trinity shuddering through a pathetic moan.
One hand left her hip to clutch at Baran’s hand where it was fisted painfully tightly in the sheets, the demanding pace Trinity instantly set enough to steal the breath from her lungs.
Trinity could hold herself to one spot, couldn’t angle herself, could only wrap two mighty arms around Baran to pin her down like a python. The thrusts swiftly became sloppy and relentless, obscene noises of flesh and arousal filling the bedroom as Trinity let out repeated clingy broken sounds.
It was too much, it was hard and deep and fast and fuck Baran could feel the cruel insistence of the head of Trinity’s cock slamming into her cervix and she was losing control.
Baran tried to writhe her way back on top, only to be dealt a ruthless extra thrust that forced a drawn out whine from her lips. Trinity needed her. Desired her.
“Fuck, fuck Baran— just— fucking— God, moremoremore fuck baby—” Punctuating nearly every other word with a drive back into Baran.
Baran could hardly breathe, the arms so tight around her they constricted her lungs, her face jammed half into a pillow, hands scrabbling for purchase anywhere on Trinity. Her head was buzzing with the lack of oxygen and she was drowning in the pounding of her special needy girl.
“Trinity— Trinity fuck baby— vay nasta vay nasta— mmmm mano bokon—” [Don’t stop, don’t stop, mmm fuck me]
A hand was clutching at her throat to get a better hold, a better, deeper angle into Baran. It gave her just enough space to shove backwards and wrestle Trinity to her back, Baran’s equally needy cunt forcing back onto Trinity, the resulting twin moaning the loudest either of them had been all night.
Baran was back where she belonged, back in control, the relief could have made her laugh if her mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied latching onto Trinity’s shoulder. Baran gripped the headboard with one hand, the other unable to settle in one spot, spanning around Trinity’s heaving ribcage, then to her neglected breasts, then curling around her throat like it was her god given right.
If Trinity’s rhythm had been punishing, Baran’s was wholly brutal.
It was a good thing Baran had her face buried in Trinity’s throat, biting the flesh unobstructed by her fingers, because Baran’s expression certainly betrayed her uncontrolled pleasure. She felt Trinity’s abdomen constrict where her own stomach was pressed against it, she heard Trinity whimper and cling to her, she felt wet heat explode into her gut, she felt her own orgasm blind her only seconds later.
In her blissful, near-unconscious state after the absolutely malicious hammering Baran had just taken, it wasn’t impossible to coax her onto her back. It wasn’t impossible for Trinity to coat her face in kisses and dip two fingers into the abused cunt to drag Trinity’s own cum up for Baran to taste.
Baran’s eyes fluttered open at the taste, tongue lathering and twisting around her lover’s digits.
“You needed that, didn’t you baby? My poor girl, so backed up, just needs to fuck it all out on—”
Baran was never given the chance to finish. Trinity kissed her, sweetly, tenderly. And all at once Baran became aware that Trinity’s cock was still taut and throbbing between the girl’s legs.
Trinity’s tongue swiped her pulse, then her scent gland with a light nip. Baran let out a warning Trinity…
And was paid no mind.
A hot mouth closed around her nipple and sucked. Gently at first. Then harder, needier.
The fingers still brushing her lips dropped away to return to Baran’s thighs, pressing them apart, ignoring the way they shook. The lips found Baran’s stomach and worshiped. Tongue sweeping, teeth locking around Baran’s hip bone and marking her hard enough to get Baran to whine and tug at Trinity’s hair.
Mouthing down to her cunt, Trinity lapped up the seconds she’d spilled into Baran that couldn’t be contained in the capacity of Baran’s filled warmth. Trinity found she quite liked the taste of their cum together. A little too much, a little too desperate to swallow more that her initial plan to clean Baran with her tongue abruptly changed course.
The kisses became firmer, the wet writhing tongue pushing in and gathering cum from where she held Baran open for her, moaning into her without filter.
All Baran could do was tremble through it, wincing at the overstimulation and subsequent waves of passionate pleasure rolling up through her gut as Trinity suckled into her as though she’d never again taste the ichor of their arousal.
Their eyes met.
Baran came with her hands clutched white knuckled into the sheets, making the prettiest of faces, Trinity’s craving mouth working her through it effortlessly.
She was boneless, she was floating. Her head was on the pillow, sweat was prickling at her hairline. Something heavy was resting on her stomach, some blurry sounds swimming sweetly in her ears, maybe her lover's consoling words.
The breeze from the open window soothed over her flushed skin, at long last able to open her eyes to slits.
Trinity’s head was pressed into her abdomen, the girl equally disheveled.
She sat up when she noticed Baran was somewhat lucid again, when Baran’s heaving chest had slowed to deep drags of oxygen.
“Let me— I— I’ll be right back, baby.” She stammered, the crests of her cheeks cherry red.
Baran frowned. Eyes dropped to where Trinity was palming over her gorgeous cock. Her blushing, thick, untended cock. Saliva pooled in Baran’s mouth.
But Trinity was slipping off the bed and those bare legs were clearing her from the room as she cast a final, clenched jaw, wide eyed glance back at where Baran was trying to brace herself up on her elbows.
The bedroom door had nearly clicked shut when Baran found her voice.
“No.”
“Trinity, stay.” Not a plea, more of a command you’d snap at your unruly dog.
Baran might’ve heard a whimpering sigh.
“Come.” Another dog command. Baran was on a roll.
The door creaked open, Trinity making her way over to drop to her knees at the bedside, fidgeting with the desire to be relieved, probably by her own hand in the bathroom, if Baran had to guess.
But she’d watched Trinity touch herself and she didn’t like the way Trinity did it. Trinity’s hand was rough and fast, like she was punishing herself for her needs. Trinity would jerk it up and down and grit her teeth and flare her nostrils until she painted her stomach white and that would be ‘enough for her’.
Baran was much better at touching Trinity. It was too bad she could barely move, only enough energy left to cup Trinity’s chin with a deceptively soft hand, thumb sweeping the smooth skin.
“Get up.”
Trinity did.
“On the bed.”
Trinity slid under the covers next to her, resigning herself to a night curled into Baran’s side with a painfully hard cock between her legs. This was probably what she deserved for the condom and the merciless rutting.
“No. Get on top of me.” As though they were in a trauma bay and not a mated bed, as if she was instructing Trinity where to press the scalpel instead of her drooling length.
The world paused and the room’s breezy cool transformed to a staggering heat. Or maybe it was just the tips of Trinity’s ears.
Trinity’s swollen cock notched into Baran without hesitation, Trinity lying on top of her, breathing Baran’s scent in and sliding into her with the excess cum dribbling out around her length.
Just as Baran suspected, Trinity’s knot bulged in her lower gut and she groaned at the sensation, the overwhelming biological response.
“God baby, what has gotten— holy— fuck—”
Trinity was rutting deeper until fully seated inside of Baran, locked into her and nuzzling her nose into Baran. She was whimpering, small raspy breaths hiding whines as Baran unconsciously clenched around her sensitive cock.
Baran soothed her with her hands, caressing over Trinity’s rippling back, trading slow and deep kisses when one of them had the strength to pick up their head. The stretch was far too great, and let it never be said that Baran doesn’t take care of her special girl.
Baran’s soul quieted, the raging ocean of possession and roaring stormy jealousy pacified to silken blue waves lapping the shores. Trinity was hers, knotted her, claimed her, was slave to Baran in all ways that mattered. Trinity would never seek warmth elsewhere, Trinity would purr into Baran and her tongue, her fingers, her proud cock, all Baran’s forever.
“Who do you belong to?”
“I’m yours. I love you, I’m all yours.” “Nobody else. Never.”
“I need you.” Trinity groaned, shifting inside Baran, the words working her up quickly.
“Cum inside me, eshgham, it's yours.” Baran whispered into her hair.
“Mine. You’re mine, you’re mine, mine.” Trinity snarled into her throat, jaw dropping as she panted through the half thrusts.
By some miracle, Baran took a third load and Trinity was sated, if only for now.
The girl was clean, unconscious, and nestled into her arms within the hour, and Baran, despite the complete exertion exhaustion, lay awake.
What had she done.
