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In Trinity’s kitchen, a phone is propped up on the windowsill, the front camera displaying two girls. Victoria starts the TikTok.
"Hi guys, I’m with my friend Trinity, and we’re gonna try this new dosa by DOSA drink flavour."
As soon as the word friend leaves her mouth, Victoria can feel Trinity’s body tense beside hers. She tries as hard as she can to focus on looking directly in the camera but she knows the look Trinity is giving her right now.
"Wanna go first, bud?" she says, turning to Trinity, excitement and adrenaline sparkling in her belly.
Trinity just looks at the tiny bottle Victoria is holding up for her to try, then her eyes slide to the brown girl.
"Your what?" she lets out an incredulous chuckle.
"Buddy," Victoria repeats, as she has no sense of preservation, apparently.
"Buddy? Friend?"
"Yeah! Or pal." Victoria tries to keep her composure but she can feel every nerves in her body igniting as Trinity licks her lips and bites the inside of her cheek. Oh, she’s in trouble.
Trinity gently grabs the drink from Victoria, and sets it down on the counter.
"I don’t think so."
Victoria laughs, somewhat nervously, as Trinity reaches over her shoulder to turn the TikTok off. This thing between them is somewhat new, but Victoria already figured out her girlfriend - oh my god, Trinity is her girlfriend - had possessive tendencies.
"Friends, mmh?" Trinity raises an eyebrow.
"It’s a TikTok trend, babe," and it is. Calling my partner friend to see their reaction, the kids call it.
Victoria rolls her eyes, and something flashes in her girlfriend’s blue eyes. Yep, Trinity has no patience for brattiness, she continues speaking before she can get in even more trouble, "you know we’re not friends."
Victoria goes in for a kiss, hoping that’s the end of it, when she gets pushed against the counter.
"Oh I know," Trinity says, hands keeping Victoria’s hips pressed to the granite behind her, mouth right by the other girl’s ear.
"I’m just not sure you do, sweetheart."
Oh. Victoria knows what this is about. It’s not just the silly little TikTok. Sweetheart.
That’s what Cassie - Dr. McKay calls her, sometimes.
It’s sweet, really. It’s innocent, motherly, always said in a very mentor/mentee, student/teacher relationship sort of way, but Trinity wants to hear none of it. She’s always going on and on about McKay supposedly hovering and talking her through things when she doesn’t even need too or looking too insistently.
They don’t want to let people at work know yet, it’s too fresh, and Victoria’s sure Trinity is just pissed she can’t publicly stake her claim on her like in one of these stupid werewolves romance novels she swears she doesn’t read.
Victoria tried once to use the Yolanda argument, you’re one to talk, but Trinity just pointed out, exactly, I know what I’m talking about. She can never win against her girlfriend.
And she’s not gonna win tonight.
"I think," Trinity starts, one hand trailing down Victoria’s hip, stomach, thigh, then finally crotch, grabbing it firmly, as the shorter girl gasps, "you need a reminder of who this belongs to."
Trinity’s lips finally rests upon Victoria’s, breathing in her every exhale, but she doesn’t kiss her. Not yet.
"Who do you belong to, Victoria?"
Victoria barely lets her girl finish her sentence before blurting out, a desperate edge to her voice, "You, I’m yours, Trinity Santos," and finally seals their lips in a biting kiss.
Trinity’s lips part in a delicious little sound that sparks hunger in Victoria’s belly. Victoria would never get tired of kissing Trinity Santos. Her girlfriend has issues with intimity, showing her emotions, or being vulnerable in general. She would hide behind deflections, sarcasm, push Victoria away… But she can’t hide anywhere when she’s kissing. There is no one more honest than Trinity Santos in a kiss.
Victoria can feel her girlfriend being stripped of any semblance of self-control left. The hand on her crotch leaves its place to grab Victoria’s face, while the one on her hips brings her closer to Trinity’s body. Victoria’s own hands come to rest on the taller girl’s waist - her girlfriend has issues with someone else initiating touch, sometimes. Victoria will happily let herself be led.
Trinity kisses her without inhibition, her mouth claiming Victoria’s, teeth teasing her bottom lip, her velvety tongue brushing against her own in a way that leaves Victoria feeling dizzy. She tries to pull away, catch her breath, but Trinity won’t let her, stealing the air in Victoria’s lungs for herself, and Victoria feels properly light-headed now. Not that she minds, her euphoric brain telling her there isn’t a better way to go than on Trinity’s mouth.
Finally, Trinity lets her go, chest heaving, licking her lips as if she’s chasing the taste of her girlfriend.
Victoria is panting. "Bedroom?"
Trinity smirks, "Lead the way, princess."
Clothes are scattered on the way from the kitchen to Trinity’s bedroom, Victoria reaching the bed in nothing but her girlfriend’s Spider-man’s boxer. She lies on her back, knowing which position Trinity usually wants her in first by now, when she gets interrupted by a hand on her shoulder.
"Get on your knees and face the mirror," Trinity tells her, while walking towards her closet, presumably to grab her dick.
Victoria is very grateful for her complexion concealing the fact that her face is absolutely burning right now.
"The mirror?" she’s unsure. She knows how to look good, work her angles, pose… But she’s never really thought about how she looks in the throws of pleasure, unable to control what she’s doing, how she sounds…
"The mirror," Trinity confirms, "I want you to see how you look when you’re getting fucked by your friend."
Victoria scrambles to comply and get into position, looking everywhere but her reflection, waiting for her girlfriend to join her.
When Trinity comes back, she sets the strap on the bed, then crouches in front of where Victoria is kneeling on the bed, blocking her view of the mirror. She sets her hands on Victoria’s waist and kisses her once more, a soft touch of pink, pillowy lips.
"You look gorgeous," she sounds so reverent when she says it, like she can’t quite believe Victoria’s actually here, actually hers.
Well she better believe it, because Victoria is set on staying.
Not trusting her voice, Victoria thanks her by dipping her head and taking one of Trinity’s barbells into her mouth. A pained noise escapes her, as she goes from crouching to kneeling, her hands grabbing Victoria’s head, watching her girlfriend play with her nipple piercing.
The slight, sharp, tinge of pain as Victoria pulls ever-so-gently on the piercing with her teeth is sure to send shivers all over Trinity’s body, it always does, and she hears her having to bite back a whimper when Victoria’s tongue comes soothing the pain.
"Having fun?" Trinity bites, and Victoria can’t help but grin around her breast. She can practically hear the raised eyebrow.
The smile turns into an expression of eagerness when Trinity asks "So you don’t wanna help me put my dick on?"
Victoria immediately puts an end to her antics, "Yes, yes please." Trinity chuckles and lets her girlfriend strap her up. She stands up, tilts Victoria’s chin and pecks her lips. "Good job baby, thank you," then she kneels behind Victoria on the bed. "Look."
She doesn’t have to elaborate any further, Victoria looks at the image reflecting in the metal surface in front of her, and what she sees makes her wanna press her thighs together as she can feel herself leaking. She’s been wet for a wile, but now, she’s positively dripping. She’s naked, save for her girlfriend’s underwear, in front of her naked girlfriend, all dicked up to fuck her, looking at her like she wants to eat her whole.
Said girlfriend’s mouth is suddenly on her neck, kissing and sucking its way up to Victoria’s ear, leaving purple love bites in their wake. Victoria is panting, gasping sharply when Trinity bites her ears.
"Do friends do this to you, baby?" she murmurs, before pressing herself against the length of Victoria’s back, slotting her dick between her thighs, right underneath her wetness. "Tell me."
"No," Victoria shakes her head, "just you, only ever you."
She hears a mumble that sounds a lot like good answer, and suddenly Trinity’s fingers are playing with the waistband of the boxers.
"Trin," she gasps. ‘Please. Please, baby, c’mon-"
"Please what, princess. Use your words properly."
Please touch me, she wants to say, but she knows it’s not enough.
"Please touch your pussy."
Trinity smiles, tugging the Spider-man boxers down Victoria’s legs, before plunging her finger into her girl’s wetness.
"Good girl."
See, when Trinity is wearing a strap she has a dick. Her dick. And Victoria’s pussy? Trinity’s pussy.
Or cunt, or princess parts, or pocket pussy, or favourite hole-
Trinity’s fingers curl inside Victoria, punching a keening noise out of her, her back arching, and God, her legs are already shaking. She sets her hands down in front of her, scared to fall, and Trinity mocks her.
"Already too much? I’ve barely started, honey."
Whatever retort Victoria’s brain was somehow able to conjure dies on her tongue as Trinity’s fingers leave her and she whines at the loss.
"Guess I gotta hurry up," and she’s grabbing Victoria’s hips, pressing the tip of her lubed up dick right up her girlfriend’s hole.
Victoria nods furiously, droplets of sweat running down her face, baby hair sticking to her forehead,
"Baby yes, please, fuck me, fuck your pussy."
Trinity lets out a sound akin to a growl and slides home.
The burn is so so so good, Victoria’s moan comes out more like a scream. Trinity stills, and immediately frowns.
"Wait, crash, are you-"
"Good, yes, c’mon, fuck me buddy."
In the mirror, the dangerous glint is back in her girlfriend’s eyes. Good.
Trinity sets a relentless pace almost immediately, hips slamming into Victoria’s ass in a slap, a resounding wet noise that makes Victoria feel actually embarrassed, the sound of Trinity’s cunt being so soaked you can physically hear it gushing with each harsh thrusts.
Victoria feels like a fire has ignited in her chest, her heartbeat feels too loud for her own ears, and her head hanging low is flopping to the rhythm of Trinity’s tempo. She’s gasping, moaning, shaking, babbling please’s and baby’s and so good’s.
Suddenly, a hand grabs her dishevelled hair and pulls, forcing her to look up, and she catches sight of herself in the mirror.
"Look who’s fucking you, who’s making you feel good. It's me, it’s my dick inside your cunt - my cunt. God, watch your- yourself, see how much of a slut you are for my cock," Trinity struggles to say between breaths.
Victoria does see. Her eyes are glazed over, her mouth is plump and red from the biting kisses, purple bruises are blooming on her throat, tears are threatening to spill out, and - is that drool, on the corner of her mouth?
She looks like a slut, alright. Most importantly, she looks owned.
"You look gorgeous when I’m fucking you, crash. Look beautiful taking- taking my cock, like you were made for it." Victoria nods dumbly, she can only agree. She never looks as good as when she looks wholly and completely like she’s Trinity’s.
"Who do you belong to," Trinity says, once more. "Say it properly."
"I belong to Trinity Santos," Victoria whispers.
"Louder," Trinity spanks her lightly. "Be proud of whose you are c’mon."
Eyes fixated on her reflection perfectly taking Trinity’s dick, bearing her marks, body bopping back and forth to Trinity’s will, Victoria repeats "I belong to Trinity Santos."
"Shit, good girl, good job princess, my perfect pocket pussy, my goodest little girl," Trinity’s incoherent words fall from her mouth so easily, and Victoria feels emboldened.
"I’m Trinity Santos’ fucktoy," she gasps, the shame of the words she just said burning her from the inside. It feels so fucking good.
Victoria keeps babbling phrases like I’m Trinity Santos’ property and Victoria Javadi is a good set of holes for Trinity Santos, her girlfriend’s whimpered fuck’s and holy shit’s encouraging her. Her cock drives and pushes into her girl, until Victoria has nowhere to go but over the edge, gaze locked her own brown eyes staring back at her from the mirror.
Tears are spilling out, she’s letting out wet gasps as Trinity’s hole spasms around the cock abusing it.
"Do you cry this pretty for all your friends, sweetheart?"
She does not. The sight of Trinity making her cum is forever imprinted in her brain.
After Victoria cums, Trinity slows down, thrusting shallowly into her pussy, loving how it makes her girlfriend all twitchy and sensitive.
"Let me feel how you still tighten up for me," she says, knowing damn well her strap can’t feel shit. It says a lot about Victoria’s state of mind that she clenches around Trinity’s strap as soon as she hears her say that anyway wanting to make it good for her girlfriend.
Trinity chuckles softly, "Good girl."
She finally pulls out, helping Victoria lay on her bed, kissing her softly.
"Needa make you cum," she says, but Trinity shushes her and caresses her hair.
"I got everything I needed from you tonight," she reassures.
Victoria’s mind is too hazy to completely register what’s happening next, but she knows Trinity is cleaning her up, she can feel her light touches, hear her murmured praises, sweet girl, you did so beautiful for me.
Victoria protests in a whine when Trinity says they need to go to the bathroom, and she pulls the other girl down to lay next to her.
Trinity chuckles, "Okay, okay, later," and they’re kissing.
Between locking lips, shy tongues and soft touches, Trinity’s lips graze Victoria’s as she speaks.
"Don’t ever imply I’m one of your little friends again."