[Fic] Missing You (SNSD)
Title: Missing You
Pairing: Taeyeon/Tiffany/Jessica
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Warnings: sexual situations
Summary: Request prompt: Taeyeon/Tiffany/Jessica threesome, assuring Jessica she wasn’t forgotten while they were promoting without her.
***
“Jessi.”
Jessica stayed still, hearing Tiffany sneak closer. Trying to see if she was awake, no doubt, as though she could have been with Tiffany opening her door.
“You’re awake, don’t pretend,” Tiffany scolded, and Jessica turned her head.
“I didn’t go barging into someone’s room. What-“
The light turned on in the corner, far from where they were, highlighting the empty bed. Taeyeon was there, too. Both in night shifts, hair loose and long, and Jessica’s breath caught. Tiffany could hide little from her on her face, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out why they were there.
“We missed you,” Tiffany said, and tossed aside the covers.
It was a strange thread that connected them, a different girl entirely. A trainee, older than they were. And the story had come out oddly. It had been one of those days, when she’d felt the ache between her legs, sitting with Tiffany. The kind of day where it seemed like a good idea to bring up topics she normally wouldn’t. She’d been a little tipsy, too, and Tiffany’s shirt had been loose, and soft, and clingy. It had all added up, when her mouth had gotten ahead of her.
“You remember the girl, the one everyone kept warning us about?”
That girl -- older, curvier, with cleavage that had Jessica glancing and looking away. Wistful both to touch it and to have. But Tiffany made a sound of agreement.
“I heard she approached almost all the girls,” Jessica said, unable to help herself. “Did she talk to you?”
A girl who wanted girls. Who the other girls said would try to get them alone in an unused room and - Then there were only giggles, as though that were weird and strange.
And Tiffany coughed on her drink, as though she hadn’t been expecting the question, sputtering.
“Did she- Jessi.”
And Jessica, who knew Tiffany too well, was floored at the reaction. She’d expected easy denial -- not embarrassment.
The same girl who’d invited Tiffany out, gotten her alone in a dorm and made her come with her hand in Tiffany’s panties as Tiffany felt those glorious breasts. Not that Tiffany had told her that, right then. But when it was clear that Tiffany had not only been approached but accepted, Jessica’s heart had thumped.
And she’d said, “Me, too.”
Jessica had had a friend in high school, bringing porn from who knew where. Her friend had been focused on the man, Jessica not as much. And the longer they watched, her friend had been too horny to care whose mouth was between her legs, as long as she came. Not that she’d ever reciprocated, but it had been a first step.
Then there had been the girl in the company, in a lockable dressing room, who’d made Jessica come to the booming tempo of a nearby dance practice.
But the confession had opened doors between her and Tiffany, and she’d rubbed Tiffany to a gasping orgasm within a week.
They’d spent years like that before anything changed.
Before Taeyeon had caught them -- Tiffany naked from the waist down, moaning as Jessica caused every one of those sounds with her tongue. An accidentally unlocked door, Tiffany’s flushing face and Jessica’s determination.
It had fallen to Jessica to talk to Taeyeon about it.
Taeyeon wasn’t angry. Upset. Grossed out. When Jessica mentioned the girl in the company, Taeyeon’s head had tilted to the side, turned just far enough away so Jessica couldn’t see her.
“She tried with me, once. I turned her down. I- I’ve wished I hadn’t.”
Taeyeon wanted to know.
Jessica had locked the door, and by the time the clock had turned to the next hour Jessica knew the taste of another woman, and what sounds she made as she came. (Taeyeon came again as she urged Jessica to show her what to do, what she liked, and that was how Jessica had known how badly Taeyeon had been wanting it. Jessica had nearly come herself at the first tentative touches of Taeyeon’s tongue.)
***
Of course, she’d told Tiffany all about it. It was impossible to keep a secret like that, and she hadn’t wanted to since she knew Tiffany would be turned on by it.
But it had led to nights like this; the three of them in bed. Jessica sat up far enough for her old t-shirt to be removed, and Tiffany was on her in a heartbeat. Lips soft against her own, hands stroking.
“We missed you,” Tiffany said again. “Didn’t want you to think we’d forgotten you.”
Yes, because they were promoting alone.
Taeyeon pressed against her, just as naked as she was, and Jessica sighed against Tiffany’s mouth. She’d had no idea how much she’d needed until she had fingers pinching her nipples, hands stroking her sides, and Tiffany rocking suggestively against her.
“We did miss you. But Tiffany still thought of you,” Taeyeon told her.
Tiffany hummed. “Taeyeon.”
Taeyeon tipped Jessica’s head so she could kiss her as well, leaving Tiffany free to run her tongue around one of Jessica’s nipples, before latching on with lips, then teeth -- all of it making Jessica squirm.
“Just a couple of days ago,” Taeyeon said, swatting away Tiffany’s shushing hand, “Tiffany couldn’t even concentrate. You know the locking bathrooms backstage? I thought Seohyun would kill us when we said we’d be back in a minute. Tiffany was wet before I even touched her and she was moaning your name. Watch the performance. It’s…very passionate.”
Taeyeon wrapped around Tiffany in a tiny bathroom, furiously rubbing her orgasm to make sure they got back in time. Tiffany coming, only to perform with wet underwear.
It gave Jessica ideas for what she could do next time they were all promoting; kneeling between Taeyeon’s legs backstage while Tiffany touched her from behind. Feeling Tiffany come around her tongue before going to sing. Any of those.
Tiffany had wondered once if that girl was still with the company. Certainly they had a lot of shared orgasms to thank her for. Of course, Tiffany’s next breath had brought up Krystal. She didn’t really like the thought of Tiffany getting turned on imagining her sister, even if it was with another woman. Maybe it was sibling rivalry, but sharing her with Taeyeon was enough. She didn’t need her sister butting in as well -- and she was her sister. Imagining her making out with the same girl Jessica had was odd, and she banished the thought.
“Have you kept yourself busy?” Tiffany asked, stroking Jessica’s stomach with one hand, urging apart her legs. Her underwear came away wetly, and she watched Tiffany’s being pushed down her legs as well. Black with edging lace, a pair that Jessica loved on Tiffany. As much as she liked them on, she liked them even more when they came off.
She could smell how turned on Tiffany was.
“She’s been using the vibrator?” Taeyeon asked.
It plugged in, a powerful little beast that was the next best thing to Tiffany’s mouth. She wasn’t ashamed at how often she used it. It was relief, and something to do, and it felt good. So good.
It had been a gift from a fan, still tightly wrapped in plastic and camouflaged to get past their managers. She’d come half a dozen times the day after she’d gotten it, just from the novelty of it.
“That fan has one of her own and is hoping Jessica’s coming with her,” Tiffany said, teasing.
“I’d rather come with you,” Jessica said.
“Flatterer. I know you like the thought of being wanted.”
“Not fair knowing all my secrets.”
“All our secrets,” Taeyeon interjected.
All their secrets. Like that some of those orgasms had been the result of imagining a pretty fan watching Jessica come for her, wanting her every time she was on stage, coming to the thought of her face or body. It was incomprehensible and it burned through her.
Tiffany hadn’t laughed at her, but got to her knees and smiled up sweetly before making Jessica’s brain break. “Pretend I’m that fan and come for her,” Tiffany had said.
And Jessica had. (Jessica, you’re so hot. Jessica, I want you so much. You’re so pretty. You taste so good. Jessica, I touch myself every night thinking about you. Jessica, please make me feel good, too. Jessica, Jessica.) Tiffany knew her too well.
But the thought of Tiffany alone was enough to turn her on. Whimpering as she suddenly had a mouth at each breast, long hair tickling her stomach, her sides. Long hair she touched, luxuriated in.
We missed you. They were showing her, sucking at totally different tempos, only occasionally together, and sending twice the tugs deep between her legs.
One breast was abandoned, the cool air on her already hardened nipple causing her to gasp. And beyond Taeyeon’s head she saw Tiffany. Pushing at Jessica’s thighs, arranging her own.
The first time they had tried to rub against each other, they had laughed more than orgasmed. Trying to fit body to body in a pleasurable way. But practice meant Tiffany knew how to place her legs, how to brace herself. How to lean and wiggle, and especially, how to line her clit up to Jessica’s, so that when they rubbed together there was the bump and slide and grind. Spreading their own wetness around to please each other. It wasn’t easy, but she loved it. Loved it because she knew Tiffany felt as good as she did. It was the next best thing to rubbing, wet, against Tiffany’s face, as she pressed kisses down Tiffany’s thighs.
Though the one time they’d tried to position the vibrator between them had been amazing as well. Sometimes her fantasies had a strap-on, also, imagining Tiffany squealing and quaking under her. They just hadn’t figured out how to get one.
Tiffany was panting already, hair a cascade of red over her shoulder, breasts shaking between her braced arms. Once, Tiffany had worn a bra, her breasts quivering under the scalloped edges. Jessica enjoyed both.
Tiffany, so sensitive, enjoyed Jessica’s body.
“Jess-“ Tiffany panted. “I-“
Jessica lifted a crooked finger to her lips, flicking her tongue along it in clear imitation of what she’d be doing if she were between Tiffany’s thighs. And Tiffany’s eyes closed, a whimper leaving her as she rubbed quicker and then cried out, head dropping, body tight and shaking.
An orgasm Jessica had seen a hundred times and more.
“I thought we were supposed to be making Jessica feel good,” Taeyeon said, lifting her mouth from one of Jessica’s throbbing nipples.
“It felt good,” Jessica said, a little breathless. Good, but it also left her unfulfilled, aching, and wet -- and abandoned, as Tiffany moved up beside her.
“I’ll take care of you, then,” Taeyeon said.
Jessica couldn’t complain. Had they brought in any number of people, she wouldn’t have complained. As long as it got her-
Taeyeon’s fingers sliding into her. So wet, there was no resistance. She gurgled and Taeyeon teased, gently rubbing her clit between two fingers and making Jessica buck.
“Greedy,” Taeyeon said.
“You said we’re supposed to be making her feel good,” Tiffany reminded, teasing.
“I will.”
“I want to taste you,” Jessica pleaded. And it was the only thing she wanted more than an orgasm. She’d had those on her own, but sucking her own fingers clean was the closest she had gotten since they had begun promoting. She loved to come, but that wasn’t all sex to her was about. It was soft, slick folds, and wet sweetness dripping down her face, and making the most gorgeous women in the world shudder because of her tongue and touch.
Tiffany shook her head, gently petting Jessica’s breast. “Too soon.”
“Taeyeon.”
Taeyeon, whose hips she was wrapping an arm around a moment later. Too eager to wait, and burying her tongue as deep as it could go. Taeyeon, already wet from watching, touching her, had never disappointed her. Even as Taeyeon’s hair tickled her thighs, and made her shudder. And Jessica reached out for Tiffany, finding one smooth thigh, and groping further. Even if it was ‘too soon’, Jessica knew that wasn’t ever quite true. Tiffany gave to her, scooting closer, on her knees. Sighing as two of Jessica’s fingers slid into her, thumb gently rubbing at Tiffany’s clit.
“Jessica.”
She’d have answered, but she was too busy trying to make Taeyeon wetter than she had ever been. She had everything she wanted; Tiffany squeezing tight around her fingers, Taeyeon moaning as Jessica nibbled at her clit. She wanted an orgasm, wanted it right then, and didn’t want any of it to stop.
But Taeyeon wasn’t stopping. Fingers rubbing inside her, fingers rolling her clit as her tongue sped dizzily. She was only dimly aware of Taeyeon squealing, because she came moments later, thighs tight on Taeyeon’s head as the peak danced, and wavered, and fled.
Taeyeon’s arms were shaky as she pushed up, and Jessica realized that she’d come as well.
Success.
“You don’t get off that easy,” Tiffany told her, and bent to kiss her with Jessica’s fingers still inside her. Kissing her face, to taste Taeyeon on her cheeks, her chin. Meeting her tired tongue and stroking it. Distracting her. She jolted as Tiffany began to roll both her nipples between her fingers, firm and slow, and giggled. Jessica realized why,when she heard the hum of the vibrator.
She tried to protest, but Tiffany squeezed her nipples tight, kissing her lightly. “You can take it.”
She had always been multi-orgasmic -- and if she wasn’t, she was ready almost as soon as her body stopped rolling. But she moaned into Tiffany’s mouth as the vibrator notched against her clit, her thighs trembling wide and her already aroused body shaking. It took nothing, nothing but the vibrator pressing her, and Tiffany rolling her nipples faster to make her buck again, her whole vision going bright as she gasped and pulled away. Head shaking back and forth as though in agony or denial, because Taeyeon hadn’t taken the vibrator away and Tiffany hadn’t left her breasts, squeezing and rolling, quick and sharp. With her fingers still clenched tight by Tiffany’s body, she threw back her head and cried out as she came again, the vibrator rubbing across her clit in her in addition to it’s wicked buzz. Stealing her breath, her sanity, as she hovered at a hundred apexes, her body refusing to let it go. Rocking her through a dozen aftershocks as she arched and moaned.
She was panting, her whole body covered in a sheen of sweat as the vibrations left her. Both a relief and a disappointment. And the throbbing was fierce, like every cell had engorged. She wondered how wet she truly was, moving her thighs experimentally and almost making herself rock again.
Jessica was still breathing hard when Tiffany moved from her, her fingers cold and lonely again as she watched Taeyeon kiss Tiffany, cup her breasts and make her moan. Gorgeous. Gorgeous, having just broken her.
“You believe us when we say we missed you?” Taeyeon asked.
Jessica licked her lips and nodded.
“Let’s see Tiffany come again,” Taeyeon said, and switched the vibrator back on. Tiffany, bent over between Jessica’s knees with Taeyeon behind her, pressing the vibrator up between her thighs. It gave Jessica a perfect view. Taeyeon’s hair over Tiffany’s back, their heaving breasts, and Tiffany’s face tight with concentration and pleasure.
She almost didn’t notice when Tiffany squeezed the inside of her thighs, and gasped when Tiffany kissed just above her pubic bone.
“What-“
“Taeyeon got to make you come a few times,” Tiffany said. “My turn?”
And Jessica could do nothing but moan.
***
Pairing: Taeyeon/Tiffany/Jessica
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Warnings: sexual situations
Summary: Request prompt: Taeyeon/Tiffany/Jessica threesome, assuring Jessica she wasn’t forgotten while they were promoting without her.
***
“Jessi.”
Jessica stayed still, hearing Tiffany sneak closer. Trying to see if she was awake, no doubt, as though she could have been with Tiffany opening her door.
“You’re awake, don’t pretend,” Tiffany scolded, and Jessica turned her head.
“I didn’t go barging into someone’s room. What-“
The light turned on in the corner, far from where they were, highlighting the empty bed. Taeyeon was there, too. Both in night shifts, hair loose and long, and Jessica’s breath caught. Tiffany could hide little from her on her face, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out why they were there.
“We missed you,” Tiffany said, and tossed aside the covers.
It was a strange thread that connected them, a different girl entirely. A trainee, older than they were. And the story had come out oddly. It had been one of those days, when she’d felt the ache between her legs, sitting with Tiffany. The kind of day where it seemed like a good idea to bring up topics she normally wouldn’t. She’d been a little tipsy, too, and Tiffany’s shirt had been loose, and soft, and clingy. It had all added up, when her mouth had gotten ahead of her.
“You remember the girl, the one everyone kept warning us about?”
That girl -- older, curvier, with cleavage that had Jessica glancing and looking away. Wistful both to touch it and to have. But Tiffany made a sound of agreement.
“I heard she approached almost all the girls,” Jessica said, unable to help herself. “Did she talk to you?”
A girl who wanted girls. Who the other girls said would try to get them alone in an unused room and - Then there were only giggles, as though that were weird and strange.
And Tiffany coughed on her drink, as though she hadn’t been expecting the question, sputtering.
“Did she- Jessi.”
And Jessica, who knew Tiffany too well, was floored at the reaction. She’d expected easy denial -- not embarrassment.
The same girl who’d invited Tiffany out, gotten her alone in a dorm and made her come with her hand in Tiffany’s panties as Tiffany felt those glorious breasts. Not that Tiffany had told her that, right then. But when it was clear that Tiffany had not only been approached but accepted, Jessica’s heart had thumped.
And she’d said, “Me, too.”
Jessica had had a friend in high school, bringing porn from who knew where. Her friend had been focused on the man, Jessica not as much. And the longer they watched, her friend had been too horny to care whose mouth was between her legs, as long as she came. Not that she’d ever reciprocated, but it had been a first step.
Then there had been the girl in the company, in a lockable dressing room, who’d made Jessica come to the booming tempo of a nearby dance practice.
But the confession had opened doors between her and Tiffany, and she’d rubbed Tiffany to a gasping orgasm within a week.
They’d spent years like that before anything changed.
Before Taeyeon had caught them -- Tiffany naked from the waist down, moaning as Jessica caused every one of those sounds with her tongue. An accidentally unlocked door, Tiffany’s flushing face and Jessica’s determination.
It had fallen to Jessica to talk to Taeyeon about it.
Taeyeon wasn’t angry. Upset. Grossed out. When Jessica mentioned the girl in the company, Taeyeon’s head had tilted to the side, turned just far enough away so Jessica couldn’t see her.
“She tried with me, once. I turned her down. I- I’ve wished I hadn’t.”
Taeyeon wanted to know.
Jessica had locked the door, and by the time the clock had turned to the next hour Jessica knew the taste of another woman, and what sounds she made as she came. (Taeyeon came again as she urged Jessica to show her what to do, what she liked, and that was how Jessica had known how badly Taeyeon had been wanting it. Jessica had nearly come herself at the first tentative touches of Taeyeon’s tongue.)
***
Of course, she’d told Tiffany all about it. It was impossible to keep a secret like that, and she hadn’t wanted to since she knew Tiffany would be turned on by it.
But it had led to nights like this; the three of them in bed. Jessica sat up far enough for her old t-shirt to be removed, and Tiffany was on her in a heartbeat. Lips soft against her own, hands stroking.
“We missed you,” Tiffany said again. “Didn’t want you to think we’d forgotten you.”
Yes, because they were promoting alone.
Taeyeon pressed against her, just as naked as she was, and Jessica sighed against Tiffany’s mouth. She’d had no idea how much she’d needed until she had fingers pinching her nipples, hands stroking her sides, and Tiffany rocking suggestively against her.
“We did miss you. But Tiffany still thought of you,” Taeyeon told her.
Tiffany hummed. “Taeyeon.”
Taeyeon tipped Jessica’s head so she could kiss her as well, leaving Tiffany free to run her tongue around one of Jessica’s nipples, before latching on with lips, then teeth -- all of it making Jessica squirm.
“Just a couple of days ago,” Taeyeon said, swatting away Tiffany’s shushing hand, “Tiffany couldn’t even concentrate. You know the locking bathrooms backstage? I thought Seohyun would kill us when we said we’d be back in a minute. Tiffany was wet before I even touched her and she was moaning your name. Watch the performance. It’s…very passionate.”
Taeyeon wrapped around Tiffany in a tiny bathroom, furiously rubbing her orgasm to make sure they got back in time. Tiffany coming, only to perform with wet underwear.
It gave Jessica ideas for what she could do next time they were all promoting; kneeling between Taeyeon’s legs backstage while Tiffany touched her from behind. Feeling Tiffany come around her tongue before going to sing. Any of those.
Tiffany had wondered once if that girl was still with the company. Certainly they had a lot of shared orgasms to thank her for. Of course, Tiffany’s next breath had brought up Krystal. She didn’t really like the thought of Tiffany getting turned on imagining her sister, even if it was with another woman. Maybe it was sibling rivalry, but sharing her with Taeyeon was enough. She didn’t need her sister butting in as well -- and she was her sister. Imagining her making out with the same girl Jessica had was odd, and she banished the thought.
“Have you kept yourself busy?” Tiffany asked, stroking Jessica’s stomach with one hand, urging apart her legs. Her underwear came away wetly, and she watched Tiffany’s being pushed down her legs as well. Black with edging lace, a pair that Jessica loved on Tiffany. As much as she liked them on, she liked them even more when they came off.
She could smell how turned on Tiffany was.
“She’s been using the vibrator?” Taeyeon asked.
It plugged in, a powerful little beast that was the next best thing to Tiffany’s mouth. She wasn’t ashamed at how often she used it. It was relief, and something to do, and it felt good. So good.
It had been a gift from a fan, still tightly wrapped in plastic and camouflaged to get past their managers. She’d come half a dozen times the day after she’d gotten it, just from the novelty of it.
“That fan has one of her own and is hoping Jessica’s coming with her,” Tiffany said, teasing.
“I’d rather come with you,” Jessica said.
“Flatterer. I know you like the thought of being wanted.”
“Not fair knowing all my secrets.”
“All our secrets,” Taeyeon interjected.
All their secrets. Like that some of those orgasms had been the result of imagining a pretty fan watching Jessica come for her, wanting her every time she was on stage, coming to the thought of her face or body. It was incomprehensible and it burned through her.
Tiffany hadn’t laughed at her, but got to her knees and smiled up sweetly before making Jessica’s brain break. “Pretend I’m that fan and come for her,” Tiffany had said.
And Jessica had. (Jessica, you’re so hot. Jessica, I want you so much. You’re so pretty. You taste so good. Jessica, I touch myself every night thinking about you. Jessica, please make me feel good, too. Jessica, Jessica.) Tiffany knew her too well.
But the thought of Tiffany alone was enough to turn her on. Whimpering as she suddenly had a mouth at each breast, long hair tickling her stomach, her sides. Long hair she touched, luxuriated in.
We missed you. They were showing her, sucking at totally different tempos, only occasionally together, and sending twice the tugs deep between her legs.
One breast was abandoned, the cool air on her already hardened nipple causing her to gasp. And beyond Taeyeon’s head she saw Tiffany. Pushing at Jessica’s thighs, arranging her own.
The first time they had tried to rub against each other, they had laughed more than orgasmed. Trying to fit body to body in a pleasurable way. But practice meant Tiffany knew how to place her legs, how to brace herself. How to lean and wiggle, and especially, how to line her clit up to Jessica’s, so that when they rubbed together there was the bump and slide and grind. Spreading their own wetness around to please each other. It wasn’t easy, but she loved it. Loved it because she knew Tiffany felt as good as she did. It was the next best thing to rubbing, wet, against Tiffany’s face, as she pressed kisses down Tiffany’s thighs.
Though the one time they’d tried to position the vibrator between them had been amazing as well. Sometimes her fantasies had a strap-on, also, imagining Tiffany squealing and quaking under her. They just hadn’t figured out how to get one.
Tiffany was panting already, hair a cascade of red over her shoulder, breasts shaking between her braced arms. Once, Tiffany had worn a bra, her breasts quivering under the scalloped edges. Jessica enjoyed both.
Tiffany, so sensitive, enjoyed Jessica’s body.
“Jess-“ Tiffany panted. “I-“
Jessica lifted a crooked finger to her lips, flicking her tongue along it in clear imitation of what she’d be doing if she were between Tiffany’s thighs. And Tiffany’s eyes closed, a whimper leaving her as she rubbed quicker and then cried out, head dropping, body tight and shaking.
An orgasm Jessica had seen a hundred times and more.
“I thought we were supposed to be making Jessica feel good,” Taeyeon said, lifting her mouth from one of Jessica’s throbbing nipples.
“It felt good,” Jessica said, a little breathless. Good, but it also left her unfulfilled, aching, and wet -- and abandoned, as Tiffany moved up beside her.
“I’ll take care of you, then,” Taeyeon said.
Jessica couldn’t complain. Had they brought in any number of people, she wouldn’t have complained. As long as it got her-
Taeyeon’s fingers sliding into her. So wet, there was no resistance. She gurgled and Taeyeon teased, gently rubbing her clit between two fingers and making Jessica buck.
“Greedy,” Taeyeon said.
“You said we’re supposed to be making her feel good,” Tiffany reminded, teasing.
“I will.”
“I want to taste you,” Jessica pleaded. And it was the only thing she wanted more than an orgasm. She’d had those on her own, but sucking her own fingers clean was the closest she had gotten since they had begun promoting. She loved to come, but that wasn’t all sex to her was about. It was soft, slick folds, and wet sweetness dripping down her face, and making the most gorgeous women in the world shudder because of her tongue and touch.
Tiffany shook her head, gently petting Jessica’s breast. “Too soon.”
“Taeyeon.”
Taeyeon, whose hips she was wrapping an arm around a moment later. Too eager to wait, and burying her tongue as deep as it could go. Taeyeon, already wet from watching, touching her, had never disappointed her. Even as Taeyeon’s hair tickled her thighs, and made her shudder. And Jessica reached out for Tiffany, finding one smooth thigh, and groping further. Even if it was ‘too soon’, Jessica knew that wasn’t ever quite true. Tiffany gave to her, scooting closer, on her knees. Sighing as two of Jessica’s fingers slid into her, thumb gently rubbing at Tiffany’s clit.
“Jessica.”
She’d have answered, but she was too busy trying to make Taeyeon wetter than she had ever been. She had everything she wanted; Tiffany squeezing tight around her fingers, Taeyeon moaning as Jessica nibbled at her clit. She wanted an orgasm, wanted it right then, and didn’t want any of it to stop.
But Taeyeon wasn’t stopping. Fingers rubbing inside her, fingers rolling her clit as her tongue sped dizzily. She was only dimly aware of Taeyeon squealing, because she came moments later, thighs tight on Taeyeon’s head as the peak danced, and wavered, and fled.
Taeyeon’s arms were shaky as she pushed up, and Jessica realized that she’d come as well.
Success.
“You don’t get off that easy,” Tiffany told her, and bent to kiss her with Jessica’s fingers still inside her. Kissing her face, to taste Taeyeon on her cheeks, her chin. Meeting her tired tongue and stroking it. Distracting her. She jolted as Tiffany began to roll both her nipples between her fingers, firm and slow, and giggled. Jessica realized why,when she heard the hum of the vibrator.
She tried to protest, but Tiffany squeezed her nipples tight, kissing her lightly. “You can take it.”
She had always been multi-orgasmic -- and if she wasn’t, she was ready almost as soon as her body stopped rolling. But she moaned into Tiffany’s mouth as the vibrator notched against her clit, her thighs trembling wide and her already aroused body shaking. It took nothing, nothing but the vibrator pressing her, and Tiffany rolling her nipples faster to make her buck again, her whole vision going bright as she gasped and pulled away. Head shaking back and forth as though in agony or denial, because Taeyeon hadn’t taken the vibrator away and Tiffany hadn’t left her breasts, squeezing and rolling, quick and sharp. With her fingers still clenched tight by Tiffany’s body, she threw back her head and cried out as she came again, the vibrator rubbing across her clit in her in addition to it’s wicked buzz. Stealing her breath, her sanity, as she hovered at a hundred apexes, her body refusing to let it go. Rocking her through a dozen aftershocks as she arched and moaned.
She was panting, her whole body covered in a sheen of sweat as the vibrations left her. Both a relief and a disappointment. And the throbbing was fierce, like every cell had engorged. She wondered how wet she truly was, moving her thighs experimentally and almost making herself rock again.
Jessica was still breathing hard when Tiffany moved from her, her fingers cold and lonely again as she watched Taeyeon kiss Tiffany, cup her breasts and make her moan. Gorgeous. Gorgeous, having just broken her.
“You believe us when we say we missed you?” Taeyeon asked.
Jessica licked her lips and nodded.
“Let’s see Tiffany come again,” Taeyeon said, and switched the vibrator back on. Tiffany, bent over between Jessica’s knees with Taeyeon behind her, pressing the vibrator up between her thighs. It gave Jessica a perfect view. Taeyeon’s hair over Tiffany’s back, their heaving breasts, and Tiffany’s face tight with concentration and pleasure.
She almost didn’t notice when Tiffany squeezed the inside of her thighs, and gasped when Tiffany kissed just above her pubic bone.
“What-“
“Taeyeon got to make you come a few times,” Tiffany said. “My turn?”
And Jessica could do nothing but moan.
***