Misunderstandings
Misunderstandings || YoonTae. Jessica || NC-17
dedicated to 9celcius
Her knees rub mildly against the squeaky floor, two fingers are roughly fitted inside her; two very slim and long fingers driving her insane as they rub, twist, and turn on their own as if no damn thing in the world could stop them. Except maybe - a phone call.
"Y-yoong - stop for a sec."
She finds the indentation in her sweatshirt pocket and rummages to find her phone, which slips in her weakened hand before it's caught again. The ringtone stops after banjjakk banjjakk.
"Hello?" before recognizing the voice on the other line, she gives the much taller girl a mixed look while mouthing, "take your fingers out!"
Yoona becomes dissatisfied, she ignores the order and instead edges closer to the talking girl.
"I said take it out! It's Jessica!"
It appears that Jessica is on the other line. With a sigh Yoona hesitantly pulls out. She stays close to the pants-less girl.
"How's America?"
A pause, then Jessica's muttering-like voice. Yoona could've deepened her focus to figure the jumble of words Jessica had said, but instead she latched her eyes on a tangle of brown hairs resting on the girl's pale neck. Her eyes then trace a path on the outline of the girl's body, and stops as she inhales at the sight of those smooth and short - but beautiful thighs.
"Ah, I'm home." while she continues her conversation, Yoona rubs her wet fingers that were just inside that area together as she looks at the wet streaks of fluid on the inner part of those thighs.
She finds herself leaning in, slowly edging even closer to the distracted girl. She's careful not to alert the smaller girl, her hands gently press against those thighs - leaving a warm impression that made the girl jump a bit. She's smirking on the inside, her hands transport from thighs to waist, receiving a gasp from the older girl.
"Oh nothing, I saw a.. fly." she frowns at her own lie.
Yoona could barely keep down her chuckle. Her clean fingers grip the clothed waist and brings it forward - the girl stumbles but is secured by Yoona's firm grasp. With no space in between them, Yoona knows Taeyeon thinks it's just a hug, and taking advantage of being out of sight - she raises her fluid coated fingers and gently touches her in that area she now claims as hers, and hers only.
Taeyeon bites her lip and slaps the girl on her shoulder, the hand caressing the phone shivers a bit. But now she's in total realization, that when Yoona starts something, Yoona finishes it, ignoring any situation she's in, she'll finish it up no problem.
"A-ah, yeah I'm okay S-sica." She pretends to be fine, okay, and alone as she's concealing the fact that Yoona is fucking her on the floor in her own room - she's sprawled on her back, one thigh pressed against her waist and the other is wrapped unconsciously around Yoona's own body.
"Uhhn.. S-Sica, I- have to call you b-back.." she knows she's prone to be obvious, but she tries her best to stop her voice from shaking. "No I'm fine, I'm just.. masturbating!? I am not!"
"HAHAHAHA!" Yoona bursts out laughing more than loud enough for Jessica to hear, also more than loud enough to receive a painful knuckle to the forehead. A bit of red colors the little section of Yoona's forehead but she continues snorting and giggling.
"NO! Jessica, Yoona's just.. NO SHE'S NOT! I- She-.. No we're not!"
Yoona doesn't know what'll happen if she does this, but she's anticipating it. Her hand snatches the phone and she says in a fairly friendly manner, "Hey Jessica! Me and Taeyeon are busy making babies at the moment, so call back later okay? Have fun in America!"
The phone snaps shut.
Taeyeon's eyes are blank. Who knows what she's thinking.
All that is known is, when Yoona exited her unnie's room, there was a new patch of red on her face. On her cheek it was - a loving imprint of Taeyeon's kind hand.
Well, she thought, at least Taeyeon came screaming her name in anger.
And Jessica, well, Jessica could never see the two the same again.
dedicated to 9celcius
Her knees rub mildly against the squeaky floor, two fingers are roughly fitted inside her; two very slim and long fingers driving her insane as they rub, twist, and turn on their own as if no damn thing in the world could stop them. Except maybe - a phone call.
"Y-yoong - stop for a sec."
She finds the indentation in her sweatshirt pocket and rummages to find her phone, which slips in her weakened hand before it's caught again. The ringtone stops after banjjakk banjjakk.
"Hello?" before recognizing the voice on the other line, she gives the much taller girl a mixed look while mouthing, "take your fingers out!"
Yoona becomes dissatisfied, she ignores the order and instead edges closer to the talking girl.
"I said take it out! It's Jessica!"
It appears that Jessica is on the other line. With a sigh Yoona hesitantly pulls out. She stays close to the pants-less girl.
"How's America?"
A pause, then Jessica's muttering-like voice. Yoona could've deepened her focus to figure the jumble of words Jessica had said, but instead she latched her eyes on a tangle of brown hairs resting on the girl's pale neck. Her eyes then trace a path on the outline of the girl's body, and stops as she inhales at the sight of those smooth and short - but beautiful thighs.
"Ah, I'm home." while she continues her conversation, Yoona rubs her wet fingers that were just inside that area together as she looks at the wet streaks of fluid on the inner part of those thighs.
She finds herself leaning in, slowly edging even closer to the distracted girl. She's careful not to alert the smaller girl, her hands gently press against those thighs - leaving a warm impression that made the girl jump a bit. She's smirking on the inside, her hands transport from thighs to waist, receiving a gasp from the older girl.
"Oh nothing, I saw a.. fly." she frowns at her own lie.
Yoona could barely keep down her chuckle. Her clean fingers grip the clothed waist and brings it forward - the girl stumbles but is secured by Yoona's firm grasp. With no space in between them, Yoona knows Taeyeon thinks it's just a hug, and taking advantage of being out of sight - she raises her fluid coated fingers and gently touches her in that area she now claims as hers, and hers only.
Taeyeon bites her lip and slaps the girl on her shoulder, the hand caressing the phone shivers a bit. But now she's in total realization, that when Yoona starts something, Yoona finishes it, ignoring any situation she's in, she'll finish it up no problem.
"A-ah, yeah I'm okay S-sica." She pretends to be fine, okay, and alone as she's concealing the fact that Yoona is fucking her on the floor in her own room - she's sprawled on her back, one thigh pressed against her waist and the other is wrapped unconsciously around Yoona's own body.
"Uhhn.. S-Sica, I- have to call you b-back.." she knows she's prone to be obvious, but she tries her best to stop her voice from shaking. "No I'm fine, I'm just.. masturbating!? I am not!"
"HAHAHAHA!" Yoona bursts out laughing more than loud enough for Jessica to hear, also more than loud enough to receive a painful knuckle to the forehead. A bit of red colors the little section of Yoona's forehead but she continues snorting and giggling.
"NO! Jessica, Yoona's just.. NO SHE'S NOT! I- She-.. No we're not!"
Yoona doesn't know what'll happen if she does this, but she's anticipating it. Her hand snatches the phone and she says in a fairly friendly manner, "Hey Jessica! Me and Taeyeon are busy making babies at the moment, so call back later okay? Have fun in America!"
The phone snaps shut.
Taeyeon's eyes are blank. Who knows what she's thinking.
All that is known is, when Yoona exited her unnie's room, there was a new patch of red on her face. On her cheek it was - a loving imprint of Taeyeon's kind hand.
Well, she thought, at least Taeyeon came screaming her name in anger.
And Jessica, well, Jessica could never see the two the same again.