Salutations! If possible, may we please get a Baran x reader and a Trinity x reader with a sweet, innocent looking f!reader that's actually a monster with the strap? 🤞
The aftercare is fire but no walking for a week guaranteed
Fake innocence (Trinity Santos x F!reader/Baran Al Hashimi x F!Reader 🔞)
A/N: OKAY ANON i think i understood your request right, I had so much fun writing this so I hope you enjoy it!!! maybe i was born for this sport (lesbian smut)
again i'm still very new to writing smut so 😭 and I'm sorry for any spelling mistakes!!!
comments are very much appreciated I wanna know if you guys like it 🤍
Summary: Trinity and Baran (individually lmao) have a bubbly sweet girlfriend, but she's actually a freak 😭 and a monster with the strap!!
Warnings: NSF!!!! Strap on. (I don't really know what to write in here damn)
It's been a while since you and Trinity went out dancing together, you both have been very busy with work, and if you had free time you went out to the theater, or to have a themed picnic (she honestly doesn't like those very much, but it makes you really so she keeps indulging you) or you guys stay home, cuddling and kissing and watching a movie.
Trinity's college friends were going to a club tonight, so she texted you the location to meet her there. She's been wanting to introduce you to them for a while now, even if they aren't really close anymore, she loves showing off her beautiful girlfriend and you are such a social butterfly that you always blend in graciously at every event.
“She's so sweet!,” said Evelyn one of her friends, touching up her make-up in the bathroom. Trinity was next to her washing her hands, they didn't exactly get along anymore (never did to be honest), so she knew something else was coming, “too sweet for you, in my opinion” she said with pity, as if you were stuck with Trinity and her too much personality.
Trinity has always played a tough act despite having a lot of insecurities, maybe her “friend’s” words would have cut deep some other night, but tonight it was hard to focus when you were staring at her like that. You were so distracted by her, your sweet eyes wandering on her chest, your hand under the fabric of her top while you danced glued to each other -she knew you loved that top- she can see your unholy thoughts in your face even if others don't realize.
When the group is in a booth having drinks, you sit on Trinity's lap and start leaving “aggressive” kisses all over her face, one of them says “Aww!” and other says “Get a room, love birds!”
Trinity is feeling tipsy, she has a high alcohol tolerance but you intoxicate her more than any drink ever would. When you bring your mouth close to her ear and whisper “What if I fuck your pretty brains off tonight, baby?” she's rushing to go home, barely saying goodbye like there's an emergency that needs to be taken care of. She knows exactly how the rest of the night is gonna go and she wouldn't want to be doing anything else.
When you are on top of her lowering her underwear slowly, already with the strap on, she's trying so hard to not whine, to not beg you to hurry up.
“Trin,” you said, caressing her inner thighs with your fingers, "you're this wet already?’ you sound surprised. As if you were not teasing her all night, as if you were not pressing her there with your ass on the dance floor, as if you weren't whispering in the car how many times you will make her come tonight. You open her legs a little more, licking close to her entrance, she's sure you're gonna eat her out, but you end up slipping one finger inside her, making her groan in surprise.
“There you are,” you say, Trinity's breathing is ragged. “Are you trying to be quiet tonight?” now there's two fingers. “Hm? you know I love hearing you cry out …” she cracks when you finally do that thing she loves with your fingers, and when she's about to reach her climax, you are up in her face looking at her face like you worship her. She grabs your lips in a passionate kiss, you moan on her mouth, and all her body shivers.
You keep teasing her, biting her, making her come with your fingers again, enjoying how she suffers, how needy she is for you and- “Please, i need you,” she grabs your ass, her fingers piercing your cheeks.
You kiss her on the chin , “Are you going to take me well, baby?”
She keeps saying please please my angel please so you put her out her misery and sink into her so she can feel it deeply, then you start grabbing rhythm, making her almost black out with how hard you are fucking her, “Fuck trin you make me insane, if only you could see how beautiful you look-” Usually trinity can't seem to know how to shut up, but underneath you? with you fucking her entrace with desesperarion? she can't articulate a coherent word, she just whines and says yes yes yes.
She's not sure how many times you make her come, but when you're entangled together, all her body on top of yours, her head on your breasts while you caress her hair, you cheerfully say “We should buy a big mirror.” Trinity laughs, and bites you lightly on the shoulder. “You are going to be the death of me.”
She knows you are not stuck, she knows that you want to be here, tangled in her, inside her, on top of her, under her, she knows that if she wanted to "free you" you would not leave her. Not in a million years.
You giggle, and say "Let's take a shower together, mhm?"
"Sure, but you're gonna have to help me stand up."
Baran knows you are mad, not at her, but knows you are. It's not hard to make you angry, you get easily angry, or sad and happy because you wear your heart on your sleeve, that's one of the reasons she fell deeply in love with you. Everyone in her surroundings and even her need to keep her emotions in check due to how emotionally tiring their jobs can be. When she met you, it was like you were magnetic, she needed to always be around you.
Right now you were driving your way home, Baran on the passenger seat seeing the way you grip the steering wheel tightly. She knows it’s better to talk about it when you have cooled off, but she can't help worrying about what's on your mind, not wanting you to be torturing yourself, knowing how dark your feelings can get.
You guys had to leave early from a dinner reunion with Baran’s former coworkers, one of her superiors got super drunk and was being a disgusting bastard, kept trying to find Baran alone, and he did for a moment. Nothing severe happened, she turned him down straightaway, kept repeating that she was there with her partner. To that he answered with a hideous smile and smug tone’ “That butterfly girlfriend of yours has nothing on me,” and baran have to kept herself composed to no break that asshole’s face right there, she just stared at him, cold eyes full of nothing but rage and said “Don't talk about my woman ever again. You don't want to know what I'll do.” Just for her to realize that you were standing there, your eyes looked empty, but you were clenching your fists. When she walked to you and stated that you two were leaving, you grabbed her face softly and asked if she was alright, she reassured you she was, then you took off and you haven't said a word since.
“Love,” she started talking, wanting you to look at her. You slow down at the red traffic light, and turn your head towards her direction.
What she wanted to say dies in her tongue, because you aren't furious, your are hungry. She knows you so well she knows she isn't misreading you, and confirms it when five minutes later you pull over and scramble over to the passenger seat, straddling her, and fuck her mouth with your tongue splendidly. She grabs your hips to keep you still and hums in your mouth, then you suddenly stop kissing her and she tries to chase you with her mouth but you turn your face away, take her hands off your hips, and slide your knee between her legs. You kiss her again, this time pressing your knee in her. When you are sure she's a mess and she's aching for you, you return to your seat and drive home.
When you guys arrive, you don't let her touch you or kiss you, you just tell her to wait. And she does, because she doesn't like to disobey you, she just gives you what you want, always, because she's so devoted to you that if you tell her to jump of a fucking clip she would without not hesitation.
When you come back with the strap on, she is ready for you to push her to bed, but instead you push her to the kitchen counter, you make her sit on it and you instantly go down on your knees. You make sure she reaches her peak with your tongue, she sighs heavily, her legs already shaking. And she knows what's coming next.
She knows you love how she takes you from behind, she knows how hot you find seeing her back half undressed, how much you need to grab her hair in a fist while you pull the strap in and out of her, so that's what you do, you settle her exactly the way you want, you grab her hair in a fist and put it inside without warning. You make it rough, you always make it rough, saying things like “So I'm your woman?, say it, say again that i'm your woman” and then "are you gonna come again for me, dear?" you make it so rough that she's screaming, “You make me so happy baran, fuck you are taking me so well”
After you clean her and lick her out completely, you make her a cup of tea. She wants to talk about your feelings, about how you feel, but you end up falling asleep, exhausted. As if you were the one who won't be able to walk properly for weeks. She looks at you fondly and whispers and an i love you in your ear before dozing up next to you.
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