the concept of making Trinity Santos cute themed lunches mainly in the beginning of your relationship does something to me. (themasers on TikTok.)
warnings!!! explicit content ahead, Trinity Santos IS a munch thank yew, MDNI 💗
a/n- this was so rushed and so ass but I wanted to post this so my thoughts of Trinity between my thighs wouldn’t spiral 🫠- 🍊
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It’s the beginning of the relationship, you’re still shy, afraid to even moan around the girl. Trinity is well… Trinity and she hasn’t been one to pass up an opportunity to fluster you or touch you.
Of course you reciprocate. Almost every night that week, but you still have yet to fluster her. Anything you say or do makes her smile and somehow tops you (no pun intended) each and every time.
It wasn’t until the lunches started
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Trinity was finally getting a break, settling down with her lunch bag expecting to find maybe a granola bar or those cookies you baked when you got too stressed. Whitaker sits in front of her, ranting about Robby a little too much.
As Trinity opens her bag, she finds her plain black box, sighing as she takes it apart, unzipping the cooler like food container.
“I told Langdon something y’know, I feel like that one episode of Gilmore Girls, by the way-“ Whitaker rambles, Trinity had gotten him sucked in on watching Gilmore Girls after her girlfriend had decided to take a trip back home for a week, with nothing to do she started a show she could never admit she loved. Whitaker opting for not working out religiously or hanging out with Amy for the day had sat down in boredom. It’s a routine now.
“What’s that?” The man in front of her questions, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Watching her movements closely as she pulled out a container.
Not answering him, she pulls out a clear container with juicy ribs, garlic spaghetti, small chopped seared pieces of steak, covered in onions. Already foaming at the mouth, she gulps, pulling out two smaller containers with onion rings, and French fries with the smallest amount of sauerkraut.
Running a hand up and down her face, her face slightly red at the action. It was obvious you spent a lot of time working on food this delicious, and it was all for her, nobody else. The thought itself had her heart pounding.
“Is Trinity Santos blushing?” Whitaker gasps, his mouth agape in disbelief, an amused expression pulling on his face.
“You’re just jealous you didn’t get this.” Santos grumbles sarcastically, coming out more as a slight stutter.
Quickly grabbing a fork she stabs into the garlic smother pasta, not wanting to waste a second without her food. Instead of twirling her pasta, she finds herself looking at a saran wrapped piece of paper.
She digs her fingers inside her poor noodles, unwrapping the note. To which it reads;
“‘I’ll have the steak smothered in onions, a rack of ribs with extra garlic, French fries with LOTS of vinegar, and a side of onion rings with lots and lots of sauerkraut.” Did you get it baby? It’s White Chicks themed!!! ♡ We watched it when I was sick and you wanted to cheer me up, I don’t know if you remember-“
Of course she remembered, she swears that was the first time she has been scared to death. All she could think about was if you were going to be one of the patients she sees everyday not being unable to breath and her not being able to do anything. Even if it was a simple cold, she still believes you could have died without her lingering eyes on you.
“But I do! I know you work a lot, but here’s the first of many lunches, miss you, love you! Come home in one piece :)”
With your signature heart at the end, she finishes the note and she swears her face is beet red.
Thinking about what she could do to repay you for not only this delicious meal but for the fact you put your everything into it, she comes with a conclusion. She was going to eat this, and immediately eat dessert when she came home.
“Trinity what is in that note, you are blushing-“ Whitaker laughs his hands aiming for the note. Santos slaps his hand, “fuck off fuckleberry! Tell anyone about this and I’ll tell everyone you shit your pants at that aquarium at ten.” She deadpans, eye twitching. She couldn’t ruin her reputation over a simple lunch.
He raises his hands up in defense and shakes his head.
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Trinity walks- no runs to your place afterwards. Using her spare key in her pocket, already being prepared the moment she stepped out of her car. Didn’t want to miss a moment without you. Unlocking the door she sighs, placing her backpack by the door and kicking off her shoes near the doorstep. Making sure to lock the door again because she knows you won’t check, she lets herself breathe.
“You’re getting robbed right now!” Trinity yells, looking around your apartment despite already memorizing it the first time she was invited in.
“Oh no! I hope she isn’t hot.” You shout from the bedroom, smiling brightly at the sound of your tired girlfriend finally getting a break from the ER.
Taking a few strides from your room, you lean on the doorway that leads to your living room where she’s standing. An even bigger smile on your face as you take her in.
“Now what if I was actually trying to rob you?” Trinity asks, a grin on her face the moment her eyes land on you. You’re in those small shorts you only seem to wear when clothing on your legs feels overwhelming, and an oversized band tee you stole from god knows who years ago that reaches about mid thigh. Licking her lips causally, her eyes find yours.
You tuck a hair behind your ear, laughing slightly at her question. “Now that would make a good roleplay.” You smirk mischievously, a small chuckle coming from her. You begin to walk to her, an excited expression placed on your face. Trinity meets you halfway, pulling you in by your waist and kissing you softly. She tastes like mint gum, and the faintest amount of fried potato, you smile into her lips.
Thinking it would only be a small kiss, you try and pull away, but the grip she has on your hips says different. Your hands find their way up to her neck, pulling her impossibly closer.
Tapping your ass three times, you jump into her arms, catching you rapidly, now more sloppily she forces her tongue inside. A small whimper coming from your throat. Spit now dribbling out from the corner of your mouth. Pulling away slightly, you catch your breath. You see her flushed expression, she gulps quietly, now carrying you to your bedroom.
The walk isn’t long, the apartment isn’t exactly the biggest. Carefully placing you on the bed, she climbs on top of you, a large course of arousal flowing through you.
It doesn’t take long for Trinity to find your neck, making sure to leave a mark near your ear. Closing your eyes in pleasure, holding onto her torso you moan silently. “Did you like your lunch?” You whisper, the ending sounding more like a whimper than anything. Legs spread to make room for her weight.
“I’m going to show you how much I liked it.” She mumbles against your skin, drunk off the taste of you. In a cloud of pleasure you nod your head, a confirmation of consent.
She smirks at your reaction, quick to pull off your shorts. Her left hand finding your thigh, giving it a small slap to which you yelp.
Her right hand finds your breast, pushing the shirt up, she squeezes, massaging it lightly. You can’t help but thrust your hips forward in anticipation. “Fuck.” You moan, impatient already.
With both hands now she slowly pulls the shirt off of you, admiring your her tits.
She can’t help herself but suck on your left tit moaning around the areola.
Your fingers find the sheets below you, gasping at the lewd sounds coming from her sucking. “I need you.” You whisper softly, she nods against your skin, pulling away.
She straddles your hips and you watch admiration. Your strong girl. She slips off her shirt, unclasping her bra in seconds. Hesitantly, your hand finds her own breast, biting your lip hard, as you feel the soft feel of it. You hold back a moan. Trinity smiles smugly, hips moving up.
“This is a thank you for your gift baby.” She hums in excitement, licking her lips.
Sliding down ever so gently, her head is between your thighs. Kissing at the inner part of your right, tongue swirling around the sensitive skin. “Trinity-Trin-“ you gulp, your right hand fondling with her hair.
Dragging your now ruined pink panties just below your knees she can’t help but stare at the pink walls in front of her. Her fingers spreading you apart, the air cold on your pulsating clit.
Your eyes screwed shut as you let her continue her inspection.
“Such a perfect gaping hole for me to ruin, it’s just begging me to taste it.” She groans, diving in completely, her nose finds your clit and you can feel the inhalation. “You smell so good baby.” She murmurs, a smile spreading on her own lips.
“Look at me or this all stops.” She deadpans, you open your eyes at the threat. You’re so flushed, so shy.
You’re her pretty baby who dresses up in the cutest outfits and doesn’t have a say when she makes you dumb.
“Good girl.” She draws out, the tip of her tongue finding your hole, giving it a nice kitten lick.
“Oh my-“ You gulp down the moan that is choking you, your left hand squeezing your right tit.
She notices the hidden moan, and goes back to eating her meal. Trying to lick every crevice that contains even the smallest amount of slick, she moans around you.
“That feels so!” You moan loudly, your whimpers coming in high pitched and needy. Right where she wants you.
“Tell me baby, tell me.” She demands, lips now surrounding your clit, swirling around it, you could hear her tongue. The way it felt made you squeeze your thighs around her head.
“It feels so good, your tongue please.” You whisper breathlessly, she laughs around you. Teeth grazing against your clit as she now goes to sucking.
Keeping eye contact, your eyes roll back, you can feel her tongue sliding back and forth on your clit. She’s spent these three months as being official, to learn every single detail on your body. She remembers how you swiped your fingers up and down when you were teaching her how you liked to be touched by yourself. She could feel a gush of wetness soak through her own panties now at the memory.
With her left hand, she traces your hole with her middle finger, smirking at the way your eyes bulge at the feeling.
“Trinity I’m going to cum so fast if you do that.” You mumble, lost in the pleasure she’s giving you.
Previously your other girlfriends didn’t really want to do much if it didn’t give them pleasure, it was hard accepting Trinity wanted to eat you out simply because. But you were starting to get it now.
“That’s kind of the point.” She points out, a “pop” sound coming from her lips as she detaches from you. You smile and roll your eyes, pushing her head back to your needy clit. Which she immediately goes back to work.
Now pushing in her middle finger, slowly, you begin to moan louder. “Fuck me!” You scream, as another finger abruptly joins in. With a “come wither” motion, she has you in putty.
“ohfuckohfuckohfuck.” You moan, left hand now gripping the sheets, thighs squeezing around her head, right hand on your breast, rubbing your perfect nipples.
“I’m going to cum.” You practically scream, her movements somehow going faster, moans getting louder.
“oh!” Your mouth open in a permanent “O” as you cum around her face. Her sucking and fingering not stopping for a second. She lets you ride out your high as your hips hump her face.
The moment you crash, chest heaving. She finally pulls off of you, fingers gently removed. Not forgetting to lick her plate, she shoves her fingers in her mouth, sucking your slick off of them and making sure there isn’t any rest on her lips.
Straddling you again she comes down to take your lips onto hers, tasting the sweet saltiness on her tongue, you smile. Pulling away, she looks down at your fucked out expression.
“That’s how I feel about your lunch.” She states innocently, fingers finding the waistband of her pants.
This was going to be a long night.