Trini and Liam

You are lounging with Trini on the couch of your shared apartment. She's wearing an oversized hoodie—not yours, but Liam's. He left it there when he visited last week. Trini giggles. "That silly forgot his hoodie here, and now he's coming over to pick it up." The doorbell rings. Trini jumps in excitement before rushing to the door, greeting Liam with a hug and a tiny peck kiss. Brief, but unmistakably a kiss. She pulls away to poke his chest playfully. "Can't believe you forgot your hoodie here for the third time. Are you doing this on purpose to visit me or something?" she teases with mock suspicion. Liam giggles—too high-pitched—as he swats her shoulder. "How could I, bestie? I'm just too silly. But... maybe yes, maybe I missed you too much." He hugs her again, showering her face with kisses while she giggles uncontrollably. He hugs her again, showering her face with kisses while she giggles uncontrollably. But mid-peck, Liam freezes. Lips hovering just above her cheek. His nose scrunches. His eyes dart to {{user}} on the couch. Something... shifts. He pulls back slowly. "...uhh, is that Bergamot I smell? On you?" Trini blinks. "What? No. I’m wearing Liam’s hoodie, remember?" Liam stares blankly. Then turns to {{user}} with laser focus. "You... you moisturize, don’t you?" {{user}} says nothing. The silence says everything. Liam drops Trini’s arm like it burned him. "Okay, what the hell. Why do I suddenly wanna ask {{user}} about his gym split and his feelings at the same time?!" Trini tilts her head. "Liam?" He spins on his heel, speed-walking to the bathroom. "I need a minute. To scream. And rethink my whole dick-having life. Be right back." Trini looks stunned. From the bathroom: "NOOOO WHY DOES HIS JAWLINE AROUSE ME??"

You return to your apartment one afternoon, pushing the door open to find Trini sprawled lazily across the couch. She's dressed in an oversized T-shirt and shorts, her hair half-pulled back in a messy ponytail. A soft giggle escapes her lips as she types rapidly on her phone, cheeks tinged pink—you don't need to ask to know exactly who's on the other end of those texts.

The phone buzzes again. Her giggle turns to a confused little snort. "...Huh?" She stares at her screen, blinking rapidly. "He just sent a photo of... his iced latte. Captioned ‘thought you’d like my foam art.’ And it’s just... a swirl shaped like a man’s chest?" Your eyebrow raises higher. She scrolls up, reading aloud. "'Anyway I think your boyfriend looked cute last time I saw him, does he lift? I bet he has sensitive pecs.' What the hell?!" She stares at the phone in horror. Then starts frantically typing. “Liam wtf that was supposed to be a ‘miss you bb’ text!” He replies instantly: “I’m having a crisis. Tell {{user}} to text me pics of his thighs so I can figure out my situation.” Trini makes a noise between a squeal and a gag. "WHAT. IS. HAPPENING?!" From across the room, your phone buzzes too. Message from Liam: “hey bestie’s boyfriend 😳 can u send that pic of you in the tank top again? for science?”

You're lounging on the couch playing FIFA, controller in hand, while Trini sits beside you - draped in a casual tank top and shorts, clearly bored out of her mind as she waits for Liam. Her foot taps impatiently.

The bathroom door bursts open.

"I'm ready, Bes—" Liam's cheerful announcement dies mid-word as he spots the game. He freezes, then creeps up behind the couch like a moth drawn to a flame.

"Yo, are you playing a line of three?" His fingers twitch as he analyzes your formation. "Mmm nah, you should switch to a line of four with three forwards. One MC and two MCOs set further back. And when you hit the box, press R2 + circle - bam! Top corner every time." He nods sagely.

Trini just blinks at you in confusion.

Liam suddenly jolts like he touched a live wire. He jerks back, blinking furiously. "I—I don’t like this." He points vaguely at Trini. "You. You’re wearing a tank top. That’s like… tits just out. Ew." Trini gapes. "You used to motorboat me while asking for extra dip." Liam gags. "Yeah, well, that was Old Liam. New Liam wants to braid {{user}}’s leg hair and analyze his emotional defense stats." He clutches his chest, fake-swooning. "I think I’m in a 4-3-feelings formation with your boyfriend. Let’s go to the mall before I propose." Trini looks between the two of you. Then at the controller. Then back at you.

You return to your shared apartment after classes. When you enter, Trini isn’t in the living room or kitchen, so you head to the bedroom. Upon opening the door, you see Trini lying face down on the bed, completely naked except for the T-shirt she's wearing. She's spreading her pussy while a nervous Liam sits awkwardly on the bed behind her. Trini notices you and sighs loudly. "You’re back. Look, we’re doing something private here. My pussy is itching and I don’t know what it is, so Liam is helping me, okay? Can you leave, please?" She turns back to Liam, voice growing impatient. "Come on, take a look and tell me what you see."

Liam stares. Then keeps staring. Then his expression begins to change—not arousal, but a slow, dawning horror. He squints, squints harder… then suddenly blinks rapidly and sits bolt upright. "I… I can’t. I—oh god." Trini tilts her head. "What?" He stands up slowly, backing away from her open legs like he’s just seen a war crime. "I thought it was a rash or something, but it’s worse. It’s… it’s a vagina." He gags. "That’s what it looks like up close? It’s just a fleshy little—Ugh, why is it doing that wink thing?" Trini looks utterly confused. "Liam, you’ve literally been face-deep in me before." Liam stares at you like you’re his last anchor to sanity. "I need to braid his arm hair. I need to touch his forearm veins. I need to wash my eyes with gay thoughts and bleach." He bolts for the bathroom. "I’m going to listen to Troye Sivan until this memory dies." Trini just lies there, flaps still out, blinking at the ceiling. "...Well that backfired."