garsantos overstimulation perhaps👉👈
pairing: Yolanda Garcia/Trinity Santos
warnings/tags: Explicit Content, 18+, Hate Sex, Jealous Yolanda Garcia, Degradation, Strap-Ons, Top Yolanda Garcia, Bottom Trinity Santos, Rough Sex, Sexual Overstimulation, Possessive Sex, Porn with Feelings, Needy Trinity Santos, Loud Sex, Denial of Feelings
Trinity and Yolanda had been keeping things casual. Because that was what Garcia wanted. She had told Santos this on several occasions, and often indirectly let her know this was nothing more than physical attraction. Trinity hated their arrangement. She’d been trying not to get attached since the very first time they hooked up, but had failed at doing so.
So, to try and express these pent-up feelings elsewhere, she had been going to clubs. Not just for sex, but to find someone to spend her time with. She was done with being casual. She wanted love, she was desperate for it. The sex never compared to the pleasure Garcia gave her every single time without fail, but she was certain that for a relationship, she’d be willing to overlook that.
Though she couldn’t quite imagine a future without taking Yolanda’s strap every other week, she figured that eventually, she would have to get used to it anyway. She had been keeping her dating life a secret from Garcia for a reason. She knew that if the older woman ever found out about the fact that she had been going on dates, holding hands and buying flowers for other women, she’d get furious.
Either that, or she wouldn’t care at all. But that option honestly scared her more. It had all been going just fine, up until a slip-up from Javadi after a long day at work. “What was her name again? Lily?” Javadi asked, emptying out her locker. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Crash,” Trinity feigned obliviousness, trying to signal to Victoria that Garcia was merely a few feet away from them.
“The girl you’re going out with on Thursday? I seriously can’t believe you forgot about her. You showed me the pictures, and she’s by far the hottest woman you’ve been on a date with so far,” she raised her eyebrows incredulously. Garcia made her presence known, saying goodbye to one of her colleagues before walking past the lockers, passing right behind the pair.
Trinity watched as her friend’s eyes grew wide. “Oh, fuck. My bad, Trin. I didn’t mean to fuck things up for you,” Victoria immediately apologised. “No, it’s fine. She was going to find out at some point anyway,” she shook her head, already going over the possibilities of how this could play out in her head.
She had fully expected Yolanda to hold this over her head, but was met with silence instead. For two days, she didn’t hear from the surgeon at all. Not unusual for them, yet considering the circumstances, Trinity had expected her to reach out in some way. She was sitting in her room, getting ready for her date with Lilith, not Lily, when she received a text from Garcia.
Meet me at my place in twenty minutes.
That was it, no further explanation or nothing. Santos should’ve known she would pull a trick like this. Keeping her from going out with anyone else, claiming her without actually committing to anything serious. And for a moment, Trinity thought of telling her no, and just going on the date. They had really been hitting it off over text, and she was very curious if they would mesh well together in real life.
But then images of Garcia holding her down, whispering the dirtiest shit she had ever heard in her ears while giving her the greatest orgasms she had ever experienced, and soon enough she found herself apologising to Lilith, telling her she couldn’t make it tonight due to a work-related emergency. She assumed that would do the trick without completely scaring her off. It was stated on her profile that she had a time-demanding job, and they had briefly chatted about it as well.
She shut off her phone and practically raced to her car, only stopping once to check herself out in the mirror. If she was going to sleep with Garcia tonight, she wanted to look really fucking fine. And lucky for her, she did.
She somehow managed to get there early, but couldn’t quite manage to give a fuck any more. She rang the doorbell a little over fifteen minutes after the text had been sent. The door opened immediately. “Look at you, all dressed up,” Yolanda teased, slowly letting her eyes travel over Trinity’s body. “You sure you don’t have other plans, Dr Santos?” She asked, knowing damn well about the date she had planned for the night.
“No, I’m sure,” she responded, shaking her head. She was willing to say whatever it took to feel Yolanda fucking her with a strap like she needed it to survive. “Good.”
Suddenly, Garcia was pulling her into the apartment. The door slammed shut behind them as the surgeon closed the gap between them, kissing Trinity in the rough way she only used when she really wanted to get laid. “Fuck, Yo…” Trinity struggled to keep her eyes open as Yolanda kissed down her throat, sucking on the overly sensitive spots.
She knew exactly what Trinity liked, how to get her off. And most of the time, that was a blessing. But Trinity feared Garcia would use it to her own advantage this time. Yolanda slid her hand underneath Trinity’s shirt, squeezing one of her boobs while deepening their kiss. Santos groaned into her mouth, already overwhelmed by the pleasure she was experiencing.
Not long after, Garcia got a hold of her shirt and pulled Santos back to her bedroom, not caring to shut the door. She began to pull at Trinity’s clothes immediately, aching to see her naked. It was routine at this point. There weren’t any nerves, just anticipation of what was to come. Santos allowed the surgeon to undress her, moaning when Yolanda reached out to cup Trinity’s core through the fabric.
Her top was on the floor, the only thing separating her nipples from Garcia’s mouth being a bra she had decided on wearing at the very last moment. It wasn’t something she usually wore, which only seemed to turn Yolanda on even more. She smirked as she drew circles around Trinity’s nipples through the fabric, obsessed with the way it made her gasp.
She unclasped the bra with such professionalism it made Trinity wonder how often she did this, and how often Yolanda had slept with other people behind her back. Weirdly enough, it turned her on to imagine her going down on another woman, knowing it could never compare to the sex they had with each other. “Fuck, that feels so good, Yo,” she moaned when Garcia latched her mouth onto one of her nipples, sucking softly while using her fingers to play with the other one.
Yolanda stopped what she was doing to take off her own top. She purposely hadn’t worn anything underneath, and the sight made Trinity groan louder than she had ever done before. Fuck, Yolanda was grateful for the isolation her apartment complex provided. Instead of letting Santos have her way with her chest, Garcia pulled her in for another rough kiss.
Their breasts touched, causing both of them to moan and gasp into the other woman’s mouth. They broke away eventually, and Trinity focused her attention on Yolanda’s bare chest.
She bit on Garcia’s, wanting to hear the noises she only let out once in a blue moon. Today wasn’t one of those times, because Yolanda was quick to pull Santos away from her breasts.
“Not tonight. You don’t deserve it,” she tilted her head, knowing that depriving Trinity of this specific form of intimacy would drive her insane. “Yo-yo, please,” she tried to work her submissive eyes on Garcia, but it didn’t seem to be working.
Yolanda raked her fingers through Trinity’s hair, keeping her hand at the other woman’s scalp. She softly pulled on the roots of Santos’ hair, trying to gauge her reaction. “I have other plans. Is this okay?” Her tone momentarily softened as she waited for the consent to be given.
Trinity nodded eagerly, groaning at the slight burn she felt all over her scalp. “Need you to say it out loud for me, Dr Santos,” she demanded. Ever since they had started hooking up, this nickname had stuck. Perhaps the professional context of their relationship turned her on. Trinity had been too hesitant to ask her when it started, and it was far too late to dive into that now.
“Yeah, yeah. It feels so good,” she managed to get out. Yolanda had already begun to kiss down her chest, making it harder for Santos to tell her how she felt. She pushed Trinity onto the bed, before reaching out to help her take off her jeans and underwear.
There was no real need to rush things, yet the two couldn’t help but hurry up the process. Both of them knew what was coming next, and craved the contact. Once her body was rid of all clothing, Garcia took a moment to admire her.
Normally, it’d make Trinity feel shy. Now, she merely wanted for things to hurry up. “I need you, Yo,” she whined, the sight of her bare-chested girlfriend standing at the foot end of the bed in nothing but her pants making her mouth water.
Yolanda finally listened, taking off her pants only to reveal she had been wearing nothing but a strap-on underneath the entire time. Trinity had to force herself to keep her jaw shut at the sight. “So fucking desperate to feel my strap inside you, aren’t you? Needy little thing,” she smirked, stepping out of her pants and leaving them on the bedroom floor.
She climbed onto the bed, hovering over Trinity’s naked body. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” Trinity breathed, unable to stop herself from reaching out and resting her hand on Yolanda’s bare waist. She let her fingers glide over the smooth skin, basking in the state of pre-sex, knowing she was about to let Garcia ruin her entirely.
“Do I need to warm you up, or do you think you can take me already?” Yolanda asked, knowing there was no way in hell Santos would be able to take her strap without being properly prepped for it. “Need your fingers first, Yo, please,” she was growing impatient, but assumed that this would only make Garcia go slower. So, instead, she tried to hide her desperation, taking only what Yolanda had already given her.
“Don’t want to be sore tomorrow, do you?” Garcia teased, pressing kisses on Trinity’s upper thighs. No matter how rough the sex, how rushed, Yolanda always took the time to kiss Trinity’s scars. To reassure her that she wanted every part of Santos’ body, and that the scars didn’t take away from her beauty in the slightest.
Trinity gasped as the kisses reached her inner thighs. Without warning, Yolanda traced Santos’ slit with her thumb, making Trinity moan. “Fuck, you make me feel good,” she said, trying her best to keep in the nicknames she knew Garcia hated. The last thing she wanted was to piss the woman off. If she didn’t get fucked soon, she was pretty sure she could come due to the sexual tension between them alone.
Yolanda slipped a single finger into her already dripping core, which made Trinity thrust her hips upwards, craving some sort of friction. She pumped her finger in and out for a bit, maintaining an awfully slow pace. Because she knew how underwhelming the orgasm would be if Trinity came right then and there, how she would’ve ruined her chance.
“More, please,” she begged, moaning whenever Yolanda’s finger reached her g-spot. Garcia leaned on her hand, which was pressed against the bed mere inches from Trinity’s face. Her hot breath hit Santos’ breath, their faces impossibly close but not touching. Kissing during sex was reserved for the very rare occasions when Yolanda was gentle in bed.
It had only happened once or twice. Trinity knew Garcia refrained from kissing her to keep an emotional distance between the two of them, but considered it to be a ridiculous concept. Nothing screamed attachment quite like jealousy sex. Yolanda was just too blind to see it yet. But with a second digit pumping in and out of her core, Trinity suddenly didn’t mind waiting for Garcia to catch up with her feelings for a little longer.
She had long forgotten about her dates, unable to stop looking at Yolanda as she tried her best to prepare Santos for what was to come. “I’m close, fuck,” she gasped, letting the surgeon know she should cool down a bit. Garcia didn’t listen. Instead, she added a third finger and fastened her pace.
Though she was still slightly holding back, her fingers alone were enough to make Santos come undone any second now. The noises that were coming out of Trinity started to become more and more desperate, making it clear she was about to reach her orgasm. Her hands were gripping the bedsheets, knuckles white. Exactly when they both knew it was coming, Yolanda retrieved her soaked fingers from Trinity’s vagina.
Santos began to whine at the loss of contact. “I could walk out of this bedroom and leave you hanging anytime I please, you understand me?” Garcia immediately warned, her expression stern. “Yes,” she nodded, looking up at Yolanda with a particular sense of need in her eyes. At that moment, Trinity wanted almost nothing more than to kiss the older woman.
Yet she held back, wanting to be fucked by Garcia even more. “You think you can take me?” Yolanda asked, both of them knowing she was going to go through with it no matter what Santos responded with. “Yeah. Yeah, I can,” she nodded again, gasping when she felt the tip of the rubber toy touch her stretched entrance.
Precipitously, Garcia pushed the strap inside of Santos. She didn’t pay attention to Trinity’s pleas to slow down, and continued to push into her until she had bottomed out. Still, she wasn’t an animal, and allowed Santos to adjust to the fullness for a little bit. Yolanda’s grip on Trinity’s hips grew tight as she pulled out for the first time before slamming the strap-on back inside.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Santos forced her eyes shut, the sensations already overwhelming her. “Eyes on me,” Garcia demanded as she pounded into the younger woman once more, this time with even more force. Trinity obeyed, clasping her hands around Yolanda’s wrists, needing something to hold onto. Her moans merely motivated Yolanda to be rougher.
Garcia’s hold on Santos’ hips was so tight, she knew it would leave marks. The thought turned her on. Knowing that whoever fucked Trinity next could tell someone had precedented them. Yolanda quickened the pace, watching Trinity struggle to keep herself together beneath her. “Feel so good,” she groaned, pressing the back of her head into the mattress.
“No one fucks you like I do, do they, Dr Santos?” Garcia somehow kept her voice steady, never faltering from her relentless pace. “Nghhh…” Santos whined, the strap hitting her g-spot with every trust, slowly bringing her to a state of complete bliss. “Not thinking about that Lily girl now, are you?” The mention of the woman Trinity had been meant to go out with that night turned Santos on more than she’d ever care to admit.
She could feel herself nearing her orgasm, and balanced herself by reaching out a hand to hold onto the back of Garcia’s neck. “So fucking desperate for me, you’re pathetic,” Yolanda groaned, throwing her head back for a moment, her forehead damp from the sweat. It didn’t take long before Trinity hit her peak, her entire body stiffening with pleasure.
She moaned as Garcia fucked her through her orgasm, basking in the waves of pleasure that were washing over her. When the moment had passed, Yolanda didn’t let up, and kept pounding into Santos with the same force as before. “Too much, Yo,” Trinity groaned, her legs beginning to tremble. “Oh yeah? Should've thought about that before you went out with half of Pittsburgh, Dr Santos,” Yolanda smirked, quickening her pace instead of listening to Trinity’s pleas.
Trinity whimpered. As in, actually whimpered. She had never done that before, and was certain she’d be incredibly embarrassed about it the next time she saw Garcia at work. But right now, surrounded by skin, skin, skin, she couldn’t quite bring herself to care. Tears had begun to well up in her eyes from the overstimulation. She wanted it to keep going forever, yet simultaneously needed a break from it all.
Just when she felt her second orgasm building up, a tear fell down the side of her face, and Yolanda’s movements came to a halt. “Wait, Yo, keep going. Need you so bad,” she begged, waiting for the pleasure to return to her. Instead, Garcia pulled the strap out at once, leaving Santos quivering and empty. “Get dressed.”
“What?” Trinity frowned, sitting up, confused at the mixed signals she had been receiving. “I’ll see you at work, Dr Santos, but it’s time for you to go,” she got up, and headed into the bathroom. “I’m taking a shower. You better not be here when I’m done.” Her tone was cold and distant, as if she hadn’t just been buried deep inside of Trinity.
Santos watched as the older woman locked the door behind her, silence filling the large room. She dropped herself back onto the bed, too exhausted to move. She’d get up eventually. She’d be out of the apartment before Yolanda came back, like she had managed to do dozens of times before. She reached for her phone, only to find a series of texts from Lilith, the woman she had planned to go out with.
Without thinking it over, she blocked the number. Garcia had been right. Nothing else compared to the sex they had. Trinity told herself she would stick it out for another month or so, before forcing Yolanda to have an open and honest conversation about what they were to each other. So much for keeping things casual.
author's note: I had soooo much fun writing this, thank you for the suggestion <3
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