dubstep - (jessica/tiffany)

Title: Dubstep
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jessica/Tiffany
Author’s Note: Something to fill in between the time before I post the PDF. I’m not quite familiar with the genre of dubstep, however; I’m not completely out of the blue about it.
Summary: A different style of music that incited a different kind of feeling.

 

She was lying on Tiffany’s bed waiting for the other woman to return from her practice for Fame. Everyone else had left to enjoy their little day off, especially her, but she wanted to spend her day off with Tiffany even if it meant sleeping for a long period of time with the dark-haired woman just sitting beside her. She wanted the younger woman’s energy to enclose her in a cocoon of warmth and comfort, so she slipped into Tiffany’s room, under the covers and tried to sleep then.

 

It wasn’t enough.

 

She rolled onto her stomach, lied on her side, ducked her head under Tiffany’s pillow, but none of it seemed to ease her. With a loud frustrated groan she sat up and looked around the room to see if there was anything that could help her sleep.

 

iPad.

 

Music?

 

She reached for the iPad that sat on the night stand. Turning it on, she realized it was locked with a pass code. She furrowed her brow and pondered what kind of code was used.

 

“Too much work,” the woman quietly whined as she stared at the locked screen. She tried their debut date, but failed. She tried Tiffany’s birthday, but failed again. Out of self-amusement, she inputted her own birthday and watched with puzzlement as the screen unlocked itself. She was tempted to go through the browser’s history and see if she could uncover any kind of interesting information she could use for a later date, but decided against it. She wanted to sleep.

 

Instead, she went straight for the music and noted the multiple playlists. “Music junkie” was the first phrase that came to her mind. She flicked through the playlists and selected something she was sure Tiffany didn’t listen to.

 

Dubstep.

 

She lied back down and set the device beside her on a relatively low volume. The first song that came up amused her to no end. It was a dubstep remix of The Boys. She closed her eyes and allowed the song’s introduction ease her into a trance-like state. It reminded her of how Tiffany’s singing would somehow and some way hypnotize her into a gentle state. The moment she was on the thread of sleep, the song suddenly dropped and the bass lines started to pulse through her.

 

Her eyes remained closed, but she wanted to open them. The synthesized sounds along with the filthy bass beats jolted her to a different plane of consciousness. She was awake, but she was only aware of the music that was playing in her ear. The jump in the music reminded her of the way Tiffany’s personality and voice would jump.

 

That bipolar girl, she thought. She allowed herself to succumb to the sound of the music, but then she started to notice her reaction to the music. She was conscious for the most part, but she was unconscious when it came to how her body was reacting to the beat. The pulsing waves were hitting her in the pit of her stomach, but were rippling out through every fibre of her being.

 

Each pulse filled her, but it always settled to her chest and in between her thighs. She let out a whimper as each pulse seemed to build an ache at each point of settlement. Her heart was beating a little faster, but she could care less. The only thing she did care about was the amount of tension she felt in her breasts. Her nipples were hardening with each beat. Her mind drifted to some portal of imagination and she imagined that the entire room was decked out with heavy duty speakers and subwoofers. Each bass line, each beat—she could practically feel the vibrations against her skin.

 

A low moan escaped her lips at the thought. Her nipples were aching against the fabric of her tank top. Each breath she took had her tank top rubbing ever so subtly against her erect nipples. She could feel the vibrations wrapping themselves around the hardened buds, encasing them in a tight hold.

 

She was suddenly aware of the wetness that was trickling from her core. It made her shift her legs to try and alleviate the random feeling, but it only triggered her awareness of the dull throbbing in between her legs. There was another drop in the song she was listening to and her imagination started to drive her senses.

 

A hitched breath and weak whimper was her only response when she felt that the vibrations of the music were rubbing at the one bud she was sure was far from its home. A heavy bass line and her hips unintentionally jerked into the air. Her legs opened a little wider to allow the imagined vibrations to gain more contact against her skin. Her body was squirming ever so slightly against the bed. The aching was taking its toll on her.

 

She could feel her clit jump with every heavy beat. Her wetness slipped past her entrance and dripped past her folds before being captured by the fabric of her panties. The throbbing matched in strength with the bass beats, her hips were falling into rhythm of the actual song, and her whimpers became moans that harmonized with the melody.

 

Her mind added another idea into her imagination. The bass beats started to sound like Tiffany’s husky voice. The idea of Tiffany’s mouth wrapped around her clit humming a song sent her hips jerking into the air again. Thinking of the other woman in such a position…

 

“Steph…” she whimpered. Her hands found the waistband of her pants and panties. She pulled them off and kicked them to the side. The feel of Tiffany’s blanket against her bare skin elicited another moan. She could just imagine it being Tiffany’s soft hands caressing every inch of her exposed body.

 

The moment the blanket touched the front of her bare mound, she shrieked. The lips of her mound were swollen and she was sure that they had opened up. The tip of her clit had brushed against the blanket and she swore that she was about to cum right there. She could feel her wetness leaving her core even more, slipping down her folds and down her ass. Her pelvis moved against the blanket again and another vein of thought entered her mind.

 

Tiffany’s face showed up in her mind, but her face was settled in between her thighs. Her breathing became ragged at the idea of the younger woman’s lips brushing against her hard clit, ready to take it into her mouth and suck. Her back arched and both her hands slipped beneath the blanket to her clothed breasts. Her hands started to slowly massage the mounds of flesh in an attempt to quell the ache in her hard nipples, but it only made it worse. She could practically hear Tiffany humming the song that was playing, hands on her covered breasts, tweaking those hardened buds, while sucking on her wet pussy.

 

She pressed her thighs together and panted at the wetness between them. So wet. She groaned and slid her hands beneath her tank top, unceremoniously pulling it off over her head, and blindly tossing it over to another side of the room. Her fingers found her nipples and she started to roughly roll the buds between her fingertips. She licked both of her thumbs and index fingers before tugging at the sensitive buds. One hand covered her entire breast and she could just imagine Tiffany taking the fleshy mound into her mouth, sucking it diligently.

 

Her legs split open and she brought her knees up, creating an airy void between the blanket, her legs, and the bed. The sudden air movement attacked her wet mound—

 

“Blow… blow on me…” she pleaded. Her legs spread even more. She could feel her folds opening up and the thick wetness ever so slowly parting. The feeling of being so open had her clenching her inner walls. Oh, how she wanted her walls to be clenching onto something other than air. She wanted to slide her hands down her torso and just relieve that need, but it became a pleasant game for her to be on edge in her best friend’s bed, naked and ready to cum.

 

The thought of Tiffany catching her in such a state passed through her mind, but it only lingered for a split second before another heavy bass beat sounded in her ears. She tilted her hips and ground her wet pussy against the air. She pulled her legs together just enough to have the blanket sink right onto her wet mound. The softness against her wetness made her whine and she started to grind her open folds against the blanket.

 

“I want to cum…” she whispered to no one in particular. She had no idea as to why she didn’t finish herself off. The game her imagination had set up had consumed her like the music had consumed her. She wanted Tiffany to find her naked and writhing, ready to cum all over her bed. The consequences were far gone from her mind.

 

She moved her legs again and kicked the air when more wetness slid down to her ass. She could just see Tiffany sliding a finger along her swollen lips asking her if she was a masochist for not seizing the carnal pleasure she clearly wanted. She could hear the woman asking her if she wanted to be caught in this compromising pleasure. The one question she could hear Tiffany asking her was if she wanted to be pleasured by her.

 

“Yes, please fuck me, suck me—just make me cum!” Jessica cried out as she clutched the blanket into her hands. She felt hands settle on her thighs and it snapped her out of her trance. It felt too real to be her imagination. She opened her eyes, pulled the blanket from her body and saw Tiffany clad in nothing but her underwear in between her legs.

 

With glazed eyes, she saw the younger woman devilishly smile at her before leaning in and taking one long and hard lick from her entrance to her clit, taking in as much juices as she could in one go. She gasped and her pelvis jumped at the sudden amount of pleasure. Her eyes remained locked with Tiffany’s and it took every inch of will power not to grind against Tiffany’s mouth. She watched as Tiffany took her hands and placed them on top of her dark hair.

 

Her body was not her own. She took tufts of Tiffany’s hair into her hands and pulled the woman closer against her dripping sex. She heard and felt the younger woman moan; it sent shivers up her spine.

 

“Suck me, please suck me,” Jessica pleaded as she shut her eyes and gripped Tiffany’s hair even more. Tiffany’s tongue was circling her pulsing nub and with every other heavy bass beat the soft muscle would firmly go over it.

 

“Steph, make me cum… let me cum…” she could feel the younger woman chuckle and it sent her back arching. The vibrations were thrusting her to the edge of orgasm.

 

“Steph!” Jessica screamed as Tiffany wrapped her lips around her clit and sucked hard. She felt a finger easily slide into her core, but she froze at the sudden pain. The sharp pain started to overwhelm her—“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she whimpered as she sagged into the bed, trying to focus on the pleasure Tiffany’s mouth was giving her as opposed to the stinging pain coming from her core. She ground herself harder against Tiffany’s face and slowly moved with Tiffany’s slow thrusts.

 

“Right there!” the older woman shrieked when Tiffany’s fingertip found her spot inside of her. She shrieked again when Tiffany diligently sucked on her clit and lashed her tongue out onto the hard bud. “Oh, my god, yes, yes, yes!”

 

The pressure was becoming too much for her. She had been on edge for too long. She opened her eyes and saw Tiffany still staring at her with dark eyes. The lust behind them was evident, but the amount of want behind them…

 

“Oh, my god,” Jessica breathed before she released a loud scream as Tiffany bit her clit, and furiously rubbed her g-spot inside. Her back arched hard before suddenly snapping forward to try and keep Tiffany close to her. The younger woman was tonguing her clit, sucking it, and relentlessly fingering her g-spot.

 

“Stephanie!” she heard one last heavy bass drop and her entire body ceased to be hers. She looked at Tiffany and felt as if she was having an out of body experience. She watched as her juices sprayed all over the younger woman’s face, drenching her. She could see Tiffany trying to swallow whatever managed to enter her mouth when she released her clit, but it practically made her cum all over again.

 

Her eyes slid shut and she was conscious of how hard she had cum. Body convulsing endlessly, twitching hard, while her juices streamed out of her. She felt Tiffany clean the wetness away, but each pass of her tongue sent her convulsing from sensitivity. She was tired and she was sure that she was losing consciousness.

 

***

 

Jessica slowly opened her eyes and sat up, rubbing her eyes. She looked around and jumped when she remembered that she was in Tiffany’s room. Her eyes widened when she felt the wetness around her legs and she looked everywhere to see if Tiffany was around.

 

However, she wasn’t.

 

She looked to her side and saw the iPad still playing music and it was back to The Boys remix again. The blanket in her grasp dropped to her lap and she pondered whether or not Tiffany actually had sex with her. She heard the door open, pulled the blanket back over her bare chest, and turned to see Tiffany walking in with nothing but a pink towel on, fresh from the shower.

 

“Jessica, I didn’t know you liked dubstep,” the younger woman smirked as she closed the door and locked it.

 

Jessica opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She watched as Tiffany walked over to her only to pull the blanket away from her. “S-Steph?”

 

Tiffany pulled her towel off and straddled the older woman’s lap. “You’re quite a masochist… waiting for so long before cumming?”

 

Jessica gulped and tried to keep her eyes with Tiffany’s instead of the woman’s bare body. She felt Tiffany’s hand slide in between them, down between her legs, toying with her still wet flesh. “D-Dubstep reminds me of you…”

 

Tiffany smirked and slowly slid two fingers into Jessica’s core. “How so?”

 

“I-It has d-deep bass beats like your voice, i-it has a st-strong force like your voice… it hypnotizes me s-so I only f-focus on y-you,” Jessica stammered as the younger woman slowly pumped her fingers inside of her.

 

“I’ll make sure the second round is like that,” Tiffany grinned before pecking Jessica’s lips. “Deep inside you, hard and strong, so you’ll only focus on me and no one else.”

 

“Stephanie…” Jessica moaned as the younger woman’s thumb passed over her clit.

 

“I’ve been waiting to make you mine.”