『••✎••』 in which Bada discovers that the most tempting and dangerous sin was never mentioned in the Bible. You. And you would be her ruin.
📌 WARNINGS: [MINORS DNI 🔞] SMUT, suggestive, swearing, religious guilt, corruption kink, nun!Bada, !and they were roommates!, reader is not religious!
DISCLAIMER: this work is purely fiction. the people mentioned in this story are nothing but characters. the following descriptions of them do not reflect reality.
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Bada never thought the day when she would regret the decision to devote her life, body and soul entirely to God would come.
But, as suddenly as you arrived, this feeling settled and grew inside her, taking root every day. Each day being a different psychological — as well as physical — torture.
One month. 30 days and 30 nights — that's how long it took you to turn her life upside down. And now she can't think of a God who doesn't have your face, an angel who doesn't have your body, a saint who doesn't have the same soft lips and sinful tongue as you—
Bada squeezed her eyes shut, trying her best to divert her thoughts from that dark corner of her mind. She squashed her hands together, as if somehow this would help to crush the desire that's spreading inside her like weeds.
“Sister Bada?” Sowoen's low voice brings Bada back to reality once and for all, having the same effect as a bucket of cold water. She blinks, her eyes wandering around the giant room that used to feel so cozy, like home, but now just feels empty.
An uneasy feeling settle in the top of her stomach. Bada feels tiny. The cream-colored walls painted with the colorful reflection of the stained glass windows, reminded her of a prison.
How did this happen to her?
"Sister Sowoen," she responds after a while, her eyes heavy and distant. The youngest frowns with concern, approaching to sit next to her friend on the bench. "Something wrong?"
Bada rests her palms on her thighs, discreetly wiping the sweat from them on the fabric of the long dress she's wearing. She looks at Sowoen for a moment, noticing her genuine concern. She looks away again, eyes finding the giant cross nailed to the wall — the wooden object seems to burn her irises, judging her as if it knew every dirty, wrong thought that crossed her mind. It probably knew.
She closes her eyes again, this time keeping them like that for a few minutes as her voice began to graze her throat in a whisper, almost too low for Sowoen to hear; "You... have you ever questioned yourself? Your purpose here? Your faith..." your sanity, she completed mentally, biting her tongue while she felt her eyes watering.
Sowoen's eyes widened at the questions that caught her off guard. She flinched imperceptibly, fearing for her friend; for the words that had just left her mouth.
"I don't think so... Hm, I always felt in my heart that I belonged here, in His presence." she whispers back, and the sincerity in her voice catches Bada by the throat.
Bada wipes the remnants of tears from the corners of her eyes, then opens them. She takes a deep breath and, without another word, walks out — leaving a confused and worried Sowoen behind as she makes her way back to her personal hell.
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You are sitting at the old dressing table in the corner of the room, a hairbrush in hand when Bada slowly opens the door. She freezes for a moment at the entrance, you watch with curious eyes through the reflection in the mirror. And then, as if she had summoned up her courage, she enters.
You watch as she walks huddled over to her bed at the opposite side of the room, oblivious to the fact that her heart beats desperately in her chest, so loud she's afraid you might hear it.
Bada sits on the edge of her bed, keeping her head down. She brings her trembling hands behind her head, carefully undoing the tight bun and loosening her long strands — just so she has something to occupy herself with. You run the brush through your wet strands, still staring at your roommate's reflection.
"Hello, Bada." you break the silence and see how Bada look up at you automatically — only to look away again when she realizes you can see her. You smile, amused by how quickly her cheeks turn pink.
"Sis... sister," you can barely understand her whisper, so you turn your body on the chair to look at her properly now. "What?"
The deep breath she lets out makes you raise your eyebrows, intrigued. She responds, finally lifting her head to look at you, "It's not appropriate. You should call me Sister Bada."
You blink, understanding. It's difficult but, out of politeness, you manage to hold back the laughter on the tip of your tongue — you can't hide the amused smile that plays on your lips though.
"I'm sorry, but is it really necessary? I mean, it's just you and me here..."
Bada looks down again, shrugging her shoulders. She doesn't say anything, but she doesn't need to — you know she's already bent to your will.
"Bada..." you test the name in your voice, liking how it sounds. You like the way your tongue hits the roof of your mouth when you pronounce it. Your eyes don't miss the way her body reacts to your call, shivering.
You think she's so, so beautiful. It's mesmerizing how her long hair falls like perfect curtains, covering her pretty, embarrassed face. Bada shifts uncomfortably on the bed, shyly turning to face you. Your eyes meet and she asks before she can think twice, her brain being betrayed by her heart, "Are you going to sneak out again today?"
You smile, nodding your head. You turn to face the mirror again, returning to the activity of combing your hair — but your eyes never leave her figure, now following the reflection once more.
"Yes. The weekend is upon us, babe!" you say amusingly.
“But it’s Wednesday…” the way Bada looks genuinely confused makes you laugh.
"It's definitely Thursday somewhere in the world!" Bada furrows her eyebrows, lowering her gaze to her lap. She plays with her fingers, trying to distract herself from the ugly and uncomfortable feeling that begins to grow inside her with this information. She's already used to your forbidden nights out — and how you come back: dizzy, smudged lipstick, messy hair and a strong smell of alcohol - always mixed with some perfume that definitely wasn't yours.
She wouldn't know how to explain it, but she already has your scent — both natural and the perfume you usually use — engraved in her memory. So impregnated in her nose that, sometimes, she smells you even when you are not there. Not that she would ever admit it.
"I don't understand..." Bada breaks the silence that had settled in. You get up, having finished untangling your hair, and lean against the wood of the dressing table, looking directly at the woman in the bed — it always amazes you how tall she is and yet, in moments like this, she manages to look so small.
"Why are you even here if you don't feel like you belong?" she continues, and the question catches you off guard. You walk slowly to her bed, sitting on the edge. You clean your throat and Bada watches closely, waiting.
"You may already know that I come from a wealthy family." you look down when she nods quietly, feeling her heart grow smaller with your next words;
"I wasn't reaching, uh, their expectations in some 'essential' aspects." you roll your eyes, remembering your mother's speeches. "So they thought the ideal solution would be to throw me here, even though I'm already a full adult."
The bitterness drips from your voice as you feel your stomach drop. You don't like to talk about it, but Bada brings you such an effortless peace and comfort that you just find yourself ranting. It's easy to be around her.
"This must be the place where I feel least welcome. Even more so than in my own home, and that's difficult to achieve." you breathe, looking back into her eyes. "However, this place does have its good side."
Bada holds her breath, feeling her world stop under your suggestive gaze — she got the hint faster than she should have, her cheeks turning furiously red. She shifted uncomfortably on her seat, only now realizing how close you were.
Suddenly, is hard to breathe — but that's nothing new to Bada. Not since you arrived, chaotically turning her life upside down. It's not like you two are friends, or even close — you have sporadic conversations like now, Bada usually choosing to stay quiet and listen to you ramble about whatever is on your mind at the moment.
But it's the way you appeared, bringing a completely opposite vision to everything Bada has ever seen and believed in so fervently.
You brought a storm to her steady ocean.
The way you've been sneaking out as soon as the watch hits midnight, to do God knows what, since your first week; the way you steadfastly refuse to engage in religious activities — she didn't miss the wave of fear that filled your eyes when older nuns and priests approached you.
Or perhaps it was the way you never hid that you liked women. Something about your posture around them, your not-so-discrete stare that easily gave away your thoughts — she had already noticed you looking at some of the Sisters like that, Tatter being one of them.
Bada did not feel good about that, becoming stiff on the cafeteria bench as she watched the interaction from afar — you smiled and looked at Tatter with your head tilted, eyes twinkling as you tucked a blonde strand behind her ear as the poor girl stood red like a tomato.
Bada just couldn't help herself. Moments later, after you left the blonde's side, she approached Sister Tatter. Before Bada realized it, she had already blurted out the question that was burning in the back of her throat:
"What were you two talking about earlier?" she discreetly tilted her head towards you, who had a bored look on your face while a priest read you a Psalm. Tatter laughed awkwardly,
"Oh, it was nothing. She was just complimenting me." suddenly, her cheeks were pink again. Bada remained silent, narrowing her eyes as she felt that discomfort settling in the pit of her stomach again. Although she couldn't put her finger on it the time, she understood now.
Accepting was the difficult part.
No matter how much she tried to bury these feelings deep, the desire prevailed firm as a rock. Bada had no idea her flesh was so weak. And every night she spent alone in her room — inevitably unable to fall asleep until she saw you returning from your escapades — she wondered why God was testing her like this.
"I'm going to finish getting ready!" your excited voice cut through the awkward silence that had settled, making her jump almost imperceptibly.
"Right." Bada murmured back, gulping as you stood up and disappeared from sight, entering the bathroom.
When you returned to the room, half an hour later, Bada was reading a huge book, which you guessed was the Bible. Or rather, the girl was trying. The sight of your body wrapped in nothing more than a towel wasn't doing much to help Bada's mental state — on the contrary.
She felt like she would combust at any moment, her mind racing over a thousand different thoughts and emotions, none of them pure.
It was all very new and unknown for her, so everything she felt, she felt in her skin. The holy book was burning her fingers, but she kept holding on to it for dear life — at this point she had already given up reading, only staring blankly at the pages when she felt you could see her, and stealing glances in your direction when your back was turned to her.
But you felt watched. And you liked it.
Wanting to savor the situation a little more, you — still wrapped in nothing but a towel — placed one leg up on your bed, starting to massage your skin with a moisturizing oil. You made sure to do this at an angle that gave Bada a privileged view, the slit at the junction of the towel grew bigger when you lifted your leg, leaving your left side entirely exposed to her, up to the curve of your breast.
You bit your cheek when you heard a muffled gasp behind you. Interesting.
Minutes later you were deftly climbing out the window, already with half your body out when you stopped and looked at Bada, still curled up on the bed, noticing how her knuckles were white from how hard she was clutching the book, brows furrowed in a false concentration — she wasn't even blinking.
"Bada?" you called, making her look up at you in a millisecond. "I trust you to keep my secret."
Winking at her, you jumped — not waiting for a response. And so you went on another night of adventure, leaving a distraught roommate with tormented thoughts behind.
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Hours into the night, there was no sign of you and Bada couldn't fall asleep, for some reason feeling more agitated than ever. Electricity seemed to run through her veins instead of blood as she shifted restlessly on the bed. Her mind wouldn't let herself stray from every type of thought that involved you. What were you doing now? Were you ok? Safe? Warm? How far were you from there? How long would it take for you to return? Who were you with? What were your friends like?
Were you touching anyone now? the way she wanted you to— Bada blinked hard, forcing the intrusive thought to stop midway. But it was too late. That thought led her to another thought, and then another — a vicious cycle she would never be strong enough to break.
Her mind conjured up the image from hours ago that she could hardly believe she was seeing — half of your naked body exposed in all its glory, right in front of her eyes.
The way you caressed your own skin made Bada's mouth water, now that she calmly recalled it — at the moment she was just too stunned to have any reaction.
She wonders how your skin would feel like under her fingertips. She wishes it were her hands massaging you instead of yours — worshipping you. Her heart skipped a beat at the choice of words. She is supposed to worship God only. But then, when she thinks about it, you must be some kind of God, aren't you? That alone would explain the supernatural strength you have over her.
Something new, strange, settles down in Bada's belly. A point of incandescent heat that burns brighter with her every thought. She gulps, rubbing her thighs together out of pure instinct. Bada is not stupid — she has heard about sex, lust, pleasure, carnal desire, fantasies. And she knows only the essentials about it: sin. Wrong. Ugly. Forbidden. But why does it feel so good? She tests again, rubbing her thighs harder this time, and friction makes a strange sound leave her lips, unexpectedly.
Her hand flies to cover her mouth in shock.
Even though she was all alone and in the dark, Bada couldn't help the heat that took over her face. But something has awakened inside her, and it's poking, asking for more of it. She can't stop now. Don't want to.
Her trembling hand slides down her stomach, stopping at the hem of the sweatpants she now wears. Tentatively, her fingers slide under the fabric, resting over the panties. Has this region always been this hot? she wondered curiously, enjoying the peculiar warm feeling against her fingers. A little further forward, her fingers went. Bada pushed the piece of cloth aside and closed her eyes, counting to three before nervously letting her fingers touch there.
Breathing shakily, she was shocked to realize how damp it was down there. Is this normal? Bada's fingers continued their path, exploring. She felt her entrance and let out a quiet whimper, deciding to ignore it for now — but a small bundle of nerves higher up caught her attention easily, and she was invested in the feeling.
Bada was amazed by the way more and more slick was produced as she circled that little point, squirming on the bed at the sensations. She felt her nipples hardening and rubbing against the material of her shirt, too sensitive. She was sensitive all over. At this point, Bada didn't recognize the sounds leaving her mouth. Disjointed murmurs alternated between bites on her lower lip — so hard that a thought in the back of her mind questioned if she was bleeding.
But she was not worried about that now. Not even about the Bible that sat on the desk next to her bed, testifying to the greatest sin of her life; nor about the cross necklace weighing down her neck. Not when your name rolled off her soft tongue, her mind filled with images of you — some real, some imagined. Bada could tell she was close, she didn't know to where or what — but she was close, so close to getting there that she could cry. Her eyes were already moist as the movements of her long fingers gained a wild speed. She kept circling her clit with purpose, though the motions were a little clumsy.
Bada could feel something building inside her, something desperate to break free, and her instincts screamed at her to go faster — which she obeyed blindly, unconsciously reaching with her free hand to caress her breast through her blouse. And she was so, so close, her mouth open in a strangled scream when three soft taps on the window made her freeze. Her hand immediately left the spot between her legs, leaving her with a horrifying feeling of emptiness. Bada blinked hard at the feeling of her clit throbbing furiously — just a little longer. She needed this relief so bad.
Shivering, she got up and walked to the window.
Before opening, Bada did the first thing that came to mind when she realized how sticky her fingers were with her lubrication — she sucked. She sucked quickly, erasing any trace.
She definitely won't admit how this act mysteriously made her throb again and how surprisingly good it tasted.
When she finally opened the window, her legs turned to jelly at the sight of you. You climbed up nimbly, entering so quickly that it made Bada stumble back in reflex.
You were as beautiful as when you left, even more so if that was possible. And different from what Bada expected it would be — this time you only brought back your own perfume, no smeared makeup, untouched hair. And a feral, almost animalistic look. She quivered under its attention, even though she didn't understand why — the bliss she was in just a few seconds ago still clouding her mind, leaving her a confused mess.
The thing is: from the moment you stepped outside, something in you itched to come back right away. And that feeling stayed with you the rest of the night, becoming worse by the minute and getting into your head — at some point, she was all you could think about. No one caught your attention, no other person attracted you enough, the drink seemed bitter, the loud music made your head pound and the sea of people — none of them being Bada — was bothering you, all contributing to your impending bad mood. You tried to force yourself there for a while longer, refusing to waste the night because of her, but not even your friends' encouragement was able to get you out of it.
So you ended the night there, heading back to the convent with only one thing on your mind.
The smell hit you as soon as you stepped inside the room. The pungent scent, so familiar to you and yet different, because it came from her.
The smell of sex intoxicated the closed environment — you took a deep breath through your nose, and then again through your mouth, drunk in the sensations they brought you. That sweet, lecherous feeling settled between your legs, matching your thoughts.
"Were you having some fun by yourself?" your voice comes out huskier and lower than you intended, driven by a force greater than you.
Bada freezes, a moan stuck on the tip of her tongue in reaction to your insinuation — and the way you sounded... Oh. Her mind goes blank once she realizes that, somehow, you know about the sin she has succumbed to.
She had never felt anything like this before, electricity rushing from her first strand of hair to her toe in anticipation.
The way you were looking her up and down with your head slightly tilted to the side was making her feel some kind of way — a desperate need to reach out and touch you everywhere; to finally have an answer to the question that has been haunting her thoughts for a month; How do you taste?
You approach in slow steps, and Bada retreats in the same stride. Until she had nowhere else to go — the edge of the bed hitting her legs, making her fall into a sitting position without balance. Bada purred your name under her breath, staring at you with a storm in her dark eyes. You smile wickedly at her state. You haven't even started yet — but of course, you remember, she was already worked up.
You stand in front of her, your legs brushing as you lean over her and place both hands on her shoulders. You squeeze, feeling how tense she is. You notice how she holds her breath — the touch and the proximity almost being too much for her to handle —, so you move a little closer, leaving your faces millimeters apart.
Bada can't believe the position she's in — let alone how much she is loving it, and craving for more. She feels the whirlwind of thoughts racing through her mind; this is wrong. I'm going to hell. Sinner. I need. I want her. What do I do? Everything came to nothing when you chuckled, your warm breath against her skin made goosebumps dance all over her body.
And then, without warning, you brought your lips together.
One thing about Bada is that she truly is a quick learner — that’s a trait she has always been proud of, and it was no different this time around. She was too flabbergasted in the first few seconds, but the moment your tongue caressed the small opening between her lips, instinct took over and she opened her mouth for you, letting you guide her.
This lasted a few seconds.
Soon, you found yourself at Bada's mercy by the way her tongue played with yours for dominance, so soft and yet so fierce. Her hands found their way to your neck, where she put a little pressure without even realizing it — you couldn't help the sound that scratched your throat.
She felt it pulsing again as she swallowed you so wantonly. Bada thought she was acquiring an addiction, a dependence on your taste when she realized that even with the shortness of breath showing its first signs, she didn't want to let you go. She needed more. So when you inevitably broke apart to catch your breath, she didn't waste a second, her lips hopelessly running down your neck making you throw your head back, squirming in her lap.
She really liked this, this power she felt she had over you — it gave her the confidence she needed to go further; with an almost childish curiosity, willing to discover what else she could offer you, and what other reactions she could get from you. Bada rubbed her thighs with the train of thought — she was dripping wet, yearning to feel herself on the edge again and throw herself this time, to finally find out what awaits her on the other side.
Despite being nervy, Bada felt the urge to satisfy you growing inside her more and more. She longed to discover all the right places to touch you — the ones that would have you rolling your eyes, completely surrendered to her. Just for her. She bit her lip, feeling a shiver run down her spine just at the thought.
"Teach me." she whispered in your ear like a secret while her tongue played with your earlobe. You trembled under her caresses and words, feeling yourself melt against her.
“Should I?” you whispered back, making Bada take a deep breath against your sensitive neck. You took one of her cold hands from behind your neck and slowly went down your front, sliding it over your breast. Bada watched every movement as if in a trance, her eyes going down along with your joined hands.
You reached the hem of your skirt, sliding her hand to your right thigh and worked your way up under the cloths. Her long fingers reached the damp fabric of your panties first and you bit your lip to hold back a moan. Bada straightened up when she felt your heat and how soaked you were — she slowly withdrew her fingers, watching in fascination as your slick stretched from the fabric of your panties following her middle finger, as if it didn't know where to stay. As if magnetically attracted to her.
"You're as wet as I am..." she mumbled dazzled, eyes fixed on your covered pussy as she licked her lips. Bada lifted her head slightly to look at you, and you could swear her eyes were sparkling as she asked softly, "Can I?"
You nodded, smiling. You followed her gaze down, watching her drag your panties to the side. The way her slender fingers innocently ran over your needy cunt in a caress as she tugged at the fabric made you involuntarily lower your hips against her hand, desperate for more contact. You hissed while Bada's eyes widened at your reaction, looking worried.
"All right?" she asked nervously, pulling her hand away and returning her gaze to your flushed face.
"Uhm... yes. I just need more." your voice was hoarse and you felt your throat dry as you stared blankly at Bada's fingers now resting on her lap, just inches away from where you need her the most. I have to be patient with her, you remind yourself.
"More?" Bada questioned. You could feel the shyness and uncertainty in her voice as she continued, "What should I do?"
"Do to me what you were doing to yourself just now."
You bit back a smile watching her pretty face turn red as she muttered 'Oh, that'. But you almost sighed in relief when you saw her hand finally move to touch you again, feeling your clit throb in anticipation. Bada had a whirlwind of thoughts running through her head now but, for what must be the first time in her life, none were religious. On the contrary. All she could think about was the sinful sounds coming out of your mouth; the way you were hot against her gelid fingers, and so soft, so wet for her. The way she was loving to feel your body pressed against hers, your scent intoxicating her senses, your taste seasoning her tongue, your touch — it was all so thrilling and fresh.
Bada felt her heart bump faster in her chest when she realized she was about to make you good, the same way she was feeling. All that pleasure, and more. She aims to provide you with much more. How? The answer remains blurry, but she might find out soon enough.
Deep in her mind and heart, inside a small trunk locked with a padlock whose key was lost the moment you sat on her lap, burns a guilt that is now habitual to her. But she decides to ignore it for now. Damn, how could she focus on anything other than the luscious woman who was exposed to her, wanting her?
Bada was so fucked, yes, but she feels like she could die happy if only she made you feel pleasure first. So she did.
Her fingers delved inside your folds, enjoying the familiar texture. It slid in easily, exploring nonchalantly as you squirmed under her touch. Her middle finger passed your entrance and you shivered as you felt it clenching around nothing, almost sucking the tip of her finger inside — the moan you let out was inevitable. Her eyes widened. "Did I hurt you?" the concern in her voice almost makes you giggle, but you're too turned on for that now. So you just answer breathlessly,
"No! Just keep going..." your eyes dive into hers, "Please, Bada."
She adored the way her name came out of your mouth, so needy and so damn alluring — it was enough for her to erase any worry, replacing it with an intense fire that flared below her belly button. Her fingers caressed your pussy up and down, spreading your moisture. She rested on your clit, smiling when she found the bundle of nerves — Bada didn't know much, but she recently discovered that it actually felt really good there. That little spot.
So she decided to play there. You laid your head in the crook of her neck as her inexperienced but effective fingers began to circle your pleasure point, applying pressure. She timidly pinched it and you strangled a scream, biting her neck. Bada felt a wave of pleasure go down her spine at the sensation and land right at her soaked pussy. Her low, hoarse moan tickles your ear.
"Bada... please... please, I need your fingers inside. Now." you said between breaths against her skin, making her nervous. Bada gulped,
"Ok," Tense, but eager to please you, she guided her fingers to your entrance. Bada tested, circling the hole, smiling as she felt it clenching again — it should be a good sign, then. Bada cautiously positioned her index finger which slid inside with surprising ease, your pussy greedily swallowing it. Bada didn't blink, her gaze fixed on her hand glued to your cunt as if it belonged there. She was enchanted by how her finger simply disappeared inside you.
"What should I do now?" she asked softly, her voice scratching her throat as she curiously moved her finger, moving it out and back in at a torturous speed. "Should I do it like this?"
"Faster..." you asked, and she obeyed. Her movement picked up speed, deliciously poking your walls. But it still wasn't enough for you.
"One more, please, Bada" you begged in a whine voice, making Bada bite her lip in an attempt to suppress the impulse to kiss you again. She was in an awe at your enthusiasm, faltering a bit before following through with your request,
"Are you sure you can handle it?"
The genuine and innocent curiosity in her husky voice didn't help to ease the thrill that her sentence gave you. You squirmed, a pornographic sound leaving your lips as you were only able to repeatedly nod your head yes. Then she went, guiding her middle finger into your twitching hole. Her palm brushed against your aching clit as she positioned herself and all you could think about was grinding against her, seeking more friction. You couldn't help but give in to your thoughts — which made the second finger slide inside faster than Bada planned.
Her eyes widened, moaning softly when she felt how you squeezed her fingers, your walls crushing them as if they never wanted to let her go. But she managed to get out — with great difficulty — moving her fingers carefully, feeling you squeeze her even tighter. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she returned both fingers inside at once, feeling you stretch every millimeter.
"So... tight... God," she whispered breathlessly. Bada could have sworn she was feeling everything you were feeling with the pinches in her own pussy. You began to wiggle, helping her with the movements and she smiled, feeling the thrusts becoming neat.
Bada was starting to feel safe enough, so she felt freer to give in to the other dirty desires she had been putting aside until now. She lifted her head, tilting it slightly to the side to reach your exposed neck. Her tongue came out to find your skin, her teeth scraping along with it and she sucked — at the same time she curled her fingers inside you, hitting a very special spot. You let out a muffled scream against her shoulder, sinking your teeth into her skin over the fabric of the shirt she still wore.
"Tell me, does it feel good?" she whispered in your ear; a dirty smile — something very new to Bada, feeling heavy on her mouth but somehow suiting her perfectly — was playing on her plump lips. Still repeating the back and forth movement - with more strength this time – she bent her fingers again, sucking on your lobe. "Am I making you feel good?"
"Yes! Yes, fuck" Bada's smile grew impossibly wider, and she couldn't ignore the dose of savagery that was injected right into her veins at your reaction. How good it felt to make you feel good.
"Uhm. I think it would be better if you lay down." although she worded it as a suggestion, it sounded like a firm command. You didn't have time to react as she stood up, carrying you with her, and carefully lowered you until your back met the soft mattress.
Before pulling away she stole a kiss, swallowing your moans as her fingers kept pounding you mercilessly. Bada smirked, feeling her ego inflate — knowing that you were feeling pleasure because of her made her even more excited. She quivered when – due to the position she was in, on all fours, hovering over you – she felt her arousal running down her own thigh. For it to be enough to surpass the panties, the situation was a little beyond control, she thought. She was drooling down there. Bada held her breath, lowering herself onto you until she was face to face with your core. She exhaled, seduced by the sight of your pussy: all reddened and swollen from stimulation, devouring her fingers with her greedy hole.
Perhaps, it hits Bada, the true paradise in which she so ardently believed and longed to go, was just between your legs, with your pretty sound — that she discovered were sweeter than any prayer she had ever heard — as a symphony.
You looked down and the view took your breath away — there was something supernaturally arousing about the way Bada was looking at your cunt. As if it were a mirage, something sacred. Holy. Her glassy stare dripped with desire and fascination, the adoration was almost palpable. You twitched around her fingers involuntarily, bringing her back to reality. Bada tilted her head, using the thumb and index finger of her free hand to stretch your folds, opening your pussy to her delight — and of course, giving her a better access. And then, she sucked.
She went straight to the target — your swollen, pulsing clit. She sucked with a moderate amount of pressure, her teeth lightly scraping. Her insecurity and inexperience was still there but she made you see stars nonetheless. And you screamed, rolling your eyes as she continued — sucking and licking, exploring the space as her thin fingers kept the fast, heavy rhythm moving in and out of you, curling against your walls and hitting your g-spot every time with familiarity. Her tongue traced a sinful path around your hole, almost joining her fingers — she got better every second, if it were possible to learn so quickly.
You trembled as Bada moaned against your aching clit, the sound reverberating through every fiber of your body. You brought both hands to the back of her head in pure bliss, not knowing what to do with yourself but knowing that you needed more and you were so, so close. You pushed her head further in, eyes rolling back and closing as her nose pressed against your throbbing point — you began to rub yourself shamelessly against her face, feeling the knot at the base of your stomach tightening, threatening to release, just in time for her to curl her fingers inside you again in a particularly rough thrust while her tongue played with your clit in incredibly quick zigzag movements.
"Bada!" you shouted, trying to warn her, but it was too late. Before you could say anything else, you gloriously came apart on her face, completely drenching her with your orgasm. Bada didn't falter — she was eagerly waiting for something like this, and it couldn't have gone better, she thought as she drank up all the juices you gushed at her so enthusiastically, licking up every last drop you had to offer.
You came down from your high little by little, extremely sensitive with her still licking and sucking you gently, making sure not to leave anything behind — so committed that you had to gather the strength to push her head away, your legs shaking beneath her, begging for a break. And she followed your silent command, pulling away with her face a wet, gooey mess. Your cum was all over her, dripping from the tip of her chin and running down her neck — she did her best to lick it around her lips, as far as she could reach.
Even though you're still recovering from what must have been your most explosive orgasm, the sight does things to you. You prop yourself up on your elbows, enough for your hand to reach the back of her neck and pull her in for a kiss, which she responds hungrily. You love how your taste is mixed with hers and how her tongue swings more confidently against yours — you can feel in your core the shift that has occurred, the turn of the switch. Now she has a real control of the situation.
As much as she lacks experience, you know what the purest and most wanton desire can do to someone like Bada.
From the first time you saw her, when she welcomed you at the convent gates and offered to show you the place, then when she took you to settle in the room that you would share with her, you knew. The way she carried herself — everything about her screamed that there was something feral quite repressed there. And you couldn't be happier to be the one releasing it.
Bada pulls away first, breathing heavily as she looks at you with half lidded eyes — you're the one who received it but it looks like she's the one who got fucked stupid. However, you didn't miss how she rubbed her thighs uncomfortably. You could only imagine how she was feeling there, so needy for attention and relief. Had she even managed to satisfy herself before you arrived, or did you ruin it for her? you pondered.
"Bada..." your voice came out hoarse, low, scraping your throat — a consequence of the screaming and moaning session you had just now. Bada hummed, licking her lips while her eyes didn't leave your figure, checking you out.
"There is something we can try..." this captured her full attention again, you noticed how her eyes widened slightly. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling. Fucking adorable. You cleared your throat,
"Something that can give pleasure to us both, at the same time." you watched Bada swallowed hardly, her prominent Adam's apple dipping and rising in a movement so deeply erotic that you already felt yourself getting wet again.
"Is that so? I would like to try." her voice was barely more than a whisper, and the confident tone sent delicious goosebumps all over your skin.
You smiled at her, starting to take off your skirt and ruined panties, and then your shirt, encouraging Bada to – shyly – do the same. You finished first, lying down again as you admired her undressing. Her body was divine, a sight so beautiful that you felt like you should be paying for the privilege of seeing it. You bit your lip, watching the exact moment her nipples became hard from the cold air that surrounded the room. You looked down slowly, savoring the view of her pale and flat stomach, her thin but firm arms, the ridiculously huge hands she had...
They would make a great necklace on you; the thought left you feeling lightheaded.
You held your breath as her seductive fingers grabbed the waistband of her sweatpants, beginning to lower them after a second of hesitation. You watched mesmerized, not daring to blink. She is beautiful. Your fingers itched to touch her long, slender legs, which looked irresistibly soft. You imagined how it must be warm in between them, how good it must feel to have them pressed tightly against you — you trembled with the direction of your thoughts, the movement catching Bada's attention while she finished taking off her pants.
She looked at you, ready to get closer, when the feeling of something cold between her breasts stopped her. Bada looked down, freezing as she saw her silver cross necklace still hanging on her neck. She immediately grabbed it to take it off but you were quicker, reaching for her hand with yours halfway.
“Leave it,” you asked, looking into her wide eyes. “You look so hot.”
Bada gulped for the nth time, feeling the shape of the metal burn cold on her skin. But in a good way.
Satisfied, you sat back again, beckoning Bada over and she came to you, as if in a trance. She hovered over you, not yet knowing exactly your plan and waiting for your guidance — but she couldn't resist your pretty pinkish lips, which seemed to call out to hers. She leaned in with a dominance that made you hold your breath. You brought your hands to her back, your nails scratching her skin while her tongue kept caressing yours passionately. You groaned when she moved a little closer and the tip of her dangling necklace touched your hard, sensitive nipple.
"You are so beautiful." you whispered against her lips, running your fingers over her breasts. Bada turned her head slightly, trying to hide her flushed face, disconcerted. Naturally, you took advantage of her distraction to casually position her between your legs at the best angle you could find. You pushed her lightly, feeling your pussy throbbing just at the sight of a dizzy, pussy drunk Bada. She didn't even seem to know her own name at that moment.
But all it took was a second. She looked down, where your vaginas were almost touching and everything connected very quickly, her cheeks reddening again — she couldn't even tell if it was from embarrassment or excitement, the way she felt a mix of both. Yet, lust spoke louder. You didn't even need to instruct, her instinct telling her everything she needed to do.
Bada gently lifted your right leg, slinging it over her broad shoulder. You smiled contentedly, a wave of pleasure shooting up your spine in anticipation as you felt yourself clenching around nothing.
She wasted no time — Bada connected your pussies thirstily, making a loud, wet noise echo in the room. You both froze for a moment as you felt each other's heat and wetness mixing and becoming one. And the two of you could swear you saw God. Heaven. The stars aligning. Whatever was celestial enough to represent the sensation.
Bada began to move her hips slowly and precisely against you, testing, discovering, searching for the best angle and the best rhythm. The low moans and grunts that escaped her mouth made you feel impossibly hotter, palpitating against her cunt.
It didn't take long for her to find the ideal rhythm with the perfect fit — at this point you faithfully believe that she has some kind of divine gift, indeed. You closed your hands into fists, holding on the bed sheet for dear life. You rolled your eyes every time she deftly pushed herself against you, precisely hitting your clit that was still sensitive from your previous orgasm. You knew you wouldn't last long – and neither would Bada, by the way she whimpered with each thrust, her fingers digging into your thigh and waist with a force that you knew would leave bruises.
She gained even more speed, feeling the pleasure doubling in intensity as she did so — you gasped as she fell a little on top of you in a rough thrust, her cross necklace somehow ending up between her parted lips. And she sucked in, clenching her teeth against the metal.
The view was breathtaking — Bada tilted her head back, eyes shut, her bangs stuck to her forehead with sweat while other strands were sticking to her neck with the mixture of sweat and your cum that still moistened the area.
The intoxicating sight — along with the overwhelming pleasure that made your toes curl — did it for you. And you came again, the pleasure taking you with more force than the last time. Bada looked down with half lidded eyes, realizing that you had already reached your peak as your strangled scream grabbed her attention. But that didn't stop her. It only gave her more energy as she kept fucking you more hungrily, desperate to finally feel that release that had been weighing in her stomach for what already felt like hours.
You whined, shaking from the overstimulation, but you let her chase her high, still reveling in the sight. You watched and felt the exact moment her mouth opened in a silent scream as she threw her head back — the necklace now falling back between her breasts — and her warm cum joined yours, soaking your pussy and the sheet beneath you even more. You could swear you felt like you were getting bred — you felt full, impregnated with her. And you may or may not have come again from it, her scent stunning your senses.
The sound of heavy breathing was the only sound in the room now as Bada carefully removed your leg — now half numb — from her shoulder and moved away from you, your cums mixed barely allowing your pussies to come apart, forming thin lines that seemed to stretch infinitely. Bada licked her lips looking at it, feeling her head spin. She silently fell to your side, gasping, feeling her throat dry.
You were quiet for a while, taking your time to recover. Little by little, the haze of pleasure faded and reality began to hit like a truck. Bada covered her face with her hands, wanting to scream.
Damn, wasn't she fucked up?
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