Older Bada x Younger F!Reader âą coworkers to lovers series | Office Au
Where your office manager girlfriend is stressed.
(sequency of my story but you donât have to read the other episodes to understand this one)
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warnings: smut, strap-on usage, sex toy, spanking, multiple orgasms, rough sex, dominant Bada
a/n: it took me a while but itâs finally here! I literally posted my draft. hope everyone enjoys it, sorry for mistakesđđ©”
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âšThe sound of keys clattering onto the counter breaks the silence as you both step into the apartment. Bada shrugs off her blazer, movements stiff, like every muscle in her body is locked from the dayâs tension. She doesnât look at you at first, only exhales sharply as she loosens her tie.
âšâI swear⊠if he dumps one more impossible task on my desk, Iâm going to lose it. Itâs like he forgets Iâm a manager, not his personal assistantâ
Bada speaks with a low tone and sinks down heavily on the couch, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees. Her voice is calm, but that cold calmness that only comes when sheâs holding back the storm.
âšâtoday was bad again?â
You ask her with a soft voice while placing your bag on the counter and following her towards the couch.
Bada letâs out a bitter chuckle, shaking her head.âšâbad? It was a disaster. Three meetings back-to-back, then he changed the project scope halfway through the day and expected me to âfix it by tonight.â I canât keep working like this. Itâs⊠exhaustingâ
She drags a hand through her hair, then finally looks at you, her eyes sharp but tired.
âšâI hate how much power he has over my mood. I come home with all this anger, and I donât want to dump it on you. But right now, Iâm furious, and so damn tiredâ
Bada speaks again, quiet and cold but there was a vulnerable tone beneath it.
You move closer, sitting beside her, and simply rest your hand over hers, grounding her.
âšâyou donât have to filter that with me, Bada. If youâre angry, be angry. If youâre tired, be tired. Iâd rather hear the cold truth than watch you swallow it aloneâ
She stares at you for a long second, jaw tight, before sighing and leaning back against the couch, letting her head fall back.
âšâ⊠you make it sound so simpleâ Bada murmurs, her eyes closed.
âšâIt is, youâre allowed to let go when youâre with meâ You smile softly and squeeze her hand.
For the first time since walking in, Badaâs shoulders ease just slightly. She doesnât smile, not yet, but the ice in her voice begins to melt as she squeezes your hand back.
âI want you to have a safe place when youâre back home, and I will help you to ease your mind. So why donât we go to take a warm shower, hm?â You lean even closer to leave a gentle kiss on her cheek. You knew how much Bada loved warm showers together.
Her eyes open and she looks straight to you, the darkness of anger on her eyes suddenly were changed to something way different. Her eyes were glossy, deep, and the darkness was from lust now.
âI know a very good way you can help me to forget all of the stress I had todayâŠâ Bada spekas, her voice was husky and deep now, carrying a thick and sweet tone, just like honey to your ears.
âokay, I can help you with thatâŠâ You whisper back, still leaning closer to her face.
Bada lifts her hand to cup your face on her palm, her thumb caressing your cheek so gently yet you could feel her strong grip on the back of your neck.
âare you sure, baby girl? I might be really aggressive todayâ Bada whispers to you, her dominant side taking over instantly.
âyes, I am sure⊠do what you wantâ
Badaâs grip on your neck tightens just enough to make your breath catch, her lips brushing against yours but not quite kissing you yet. Her eyes are dark, sharp, full of that dominant fire she hides at work but unleashes here, with you.
âyouâre mine tonightâ she growls softly, her thumb stroking your cheek almost mockingly gentle in contrast to her strong hold.
âyou said I can do what I want⊠so donât even think of holding backâ
You nod, your lips parting in anticipation, but she doesnât give you time to reply. Her mouth crashes against yours, deep and hungry, swallowing your gasp. Her kiss is demanding,
like sheâs finally letting all that tension out.
When she finally pulls back, her lips are swollen, her breathing heavy. She smirks at the sight of your dazed expression.
Her voice is low, firm, an order, not a request.
You obey, your fingers fumbling slightly as you peel off your shirt, her eyes following every movement like a predator watching prey.
Bada leans back against the couch, legs spread casually wide, one arm resting over the back while the other hand still grips your chin, tilting your face up so you canât look away from her.
âgood girlâŠâ she murmurs, her eyes raking over your exposed skin.
You crawl into her lap, straddling her thighs, and immediately feel the strength in her arms as she pulls you flush against her. The heat radiating from her body, the way her lips drag along your jaw, down your neck. It makes your whole body shiver.
She nips at your skin, leaving marks that sting, and then soothes them with slow, deliberate licks. Her hands roam your back, one sliding down to cup your ass, squeezing hard enough to make you whimper.
âyou sound so sweet when youâre like thisâ she whispers against your ear, her breath hot, her tone dripping with hunger.
âall soft for me⊠all mine to useâ
Her hand slips under your waistband, fingers grazing lower, teasing without giving you the relief youâre already aching for. She chuckles when your hips roll desperately against her thigh.
âpatience, baby girl,â Bada murmurs, kissing you hard again, her tongue sliding against yours with raw dominance.
âIâm going to take my time with you tonightâŠuntil you forget everything except my name.â
Badaâs lips drag down your throat, sucking at the sensitive skin until youâre gasping her name, your body arching toward her. Her hand slips fully into your waistband now, sliding between your folds with deliberate slowness. The rough pads of her fingers tease at your entrance before circling your clit, making you squirm in her lap.
âyouâre already soakedâ she whispers, her tone darkly amused, her lips curling into a smirk against your neck.
âand I havenât even touched you properly yet, you really want me that badly?â
Your answer comes out in a broken whimper, your hips bucking against her hand, desperate. Bada chuckles low in her throat and pulls her fingers away, leaving you aching.
Her hand moves down to her belt, and with practiced ease she undoes it, pulling it free from the loops with a snap that makes you shiver. She pushes you gently off her lap and stands, towering over you with that commanding presence that makes your knees weak.
âon the bedâ she orders.
You obey instantly, your body tingling with anticipation as you crawl onto the mattress.
You watch as Bada opens the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out the familiar harness and a sleek, thick strap-on. Just the sight of it makes your mouth dry and your thighs press together.
Bada straps it on with slow precision, tightening the buckles, her eyes never leaving yours. The way she stands there tall, confident, exuding dominance makes your heart race. When she finally climbs onto the bed, the weight of the mattress dipping beneath her, you canât take your eyes off the length jutting from her hips.
She smirks, crawling over you, the toy pressing against your thigh as she cages you in beneath her.
âopen your mouth, baby girlâ she murmurs, her voice low and commanding.
âshow me how much youâve missed thisâ
You part your lips eagerly, and she guides the tip of the strap across them before sliding it slowly into your mouth.
The raw intimacy of the ac, her watching you, her hand threading into your hair as you suck and take her deeper, made your body burn hot in anticipation. She groans softly at the sight, her hips rocking forward just enough to make your eyes water.
âthatâs it, youâre so goodâ she whispers, tugging your hair back so she can look into your eyes.
After a few more thrusts, she pulls the strap free, her thumb wiping a bead of spit from your lip before she kisses you rough and hard. Then she flips you onto your back, pressing your legs apart with her knee.
The next moment, she lines the strap against your slick entrance and pushes in slowly, watching the way your mouth falls open, the way your body trembles as she stretches you.
âfuck⊠you feel perfect like thisâ she hisses, her voice husky with satisfaction.
Her hips snap forward, filling you completely, and you cry out at the overwhelming sensation. She sets a ruthless rhythm, each thrust deep and sharp, her grip firm on your hips as she drives into you. The sounds of your moans and the slap of skin echo through the room.
Bada leans down, her lips brushing against your ear, her breath ragged as she whispers.âyou said you wanted me to do what I want⊠so donât you dare hold back. I want to hear you scream my name until you forget everything elseâ
Bada sets a brutal rhythm, hips snapping against yours as the strap fills you again and again. Every thrust pushes a desperate cry from your throat, your nails clawing at the sheets beneath you. She watches you under her, her expression dark and hungry, the smirk tugging at her lips every time you moan her name.
âyou love this, donât you?â she growls, her pace quickening, the headboard rattling faintly with each sharp movement.
âbeing fucked hard after a long day⊠letting me take every bit of controlâ
Her hand slides down your thigh, gripping firmly before she flips you onto your stomach with effortless strength. She pulls your hips up, keeping your chest pressed into the mattress, and thrusts back inside with a groan. The new angle makes you cry out, the stretch deep and overwhelming.
âthatâs it⊠take it allâ
Her palm lands on your assâsharp enough to sting, but soft enough to make you whimper with pleasure. The sound echoes, followed by her rubbing over the reddening spot. She spanks you again, a little firmer this time, and you arch back into her touch.
âyou like that?â she teases, smacking your ass once more, then squeezing the flesh in her hand.
Her other hand slips between your thighs, finding your clit and rubbing hard, in time with her deep thrusts. The combination makes your body quake, your moans muffled against the pillow until Bada grabs your hair and pulls your head back, forcing you to moan freely.
âdonât hide those sounds from me, I want to hear you when you fall apartâ
The pressure builds so quickly you canât fight it. Your body tightens, your legs shaking as your climax rips through you with a scream of her name. But Bada doesnât slow, she keeps fucking you through it, her hips relentless, her fingers circling your clit until your body jerks from oversensitivity.
âtoo much?â she taunts in your ear, her voice husky, her thrusts still deep and commanding. âno⊠you can take more, youâll come for me againâ
Her words alone ignite something inside you.
She spanks you lightly again, your body jerking with each slap as she keeps the steady rhythm, pushing you higher and higher. Your second orgasm hits harder, your whole body trembling as you cry out her name, tears prickling at your eyes from the intensity.
Bada groans at the sight of you collapsing under her, sweaty and undone, but she doesnât stop until sheâs wrung every drop of pleasure out of you.
Your body is shaking, still trembling from your second orgasm, but Bada doesnât let up. Her hips drive the strap into you with ruthless precision, and this time her head tilts back, a groan tearing from her throat.
âfuckââ she gasps, her rhythm stuttering for a moment as she presses deeper, grinding against the harness, rubbing against her clit with every thrust. Badaâs usually so controlled, so dominant, but now her breath comes in ragged pants, her voice breaking with pleasure.
âbaby girlâŠâ she moans, grabbing your hips harder, her nails digging into your skin.
âIâm so closeâfuckâIâm going to come with youâ
Her thrusts grow frantic, less calculated now, more desperate. The wet sounds of your body taking her mix with her low, husky groans. She spanks your ass again, the sting sharp and delicious, but this time her movements falter as her climax rips through her.
Bada buries her face in your neck, biting back a cry as she shudders, the pressure deliciously good against her clit. Her hips grind into you, erratic and needy, while you feel the tension in her whole body release at once.
The sensation of her losing control pushes you over the edge again, your third orgasm tearing through you, body convulsing as your voice breaks on her name.
She collapses against you, both of you panting, sweaty, trembling messes tangled together. The strap is still buried deep inside you, her body pressed heavy on yours, but neither of you move for a moment, just listening to the frantic pounding of each otherâs hearts.
Finally, Bada lifts her head, brushing her lips over your temple in a soft kiss. Her voice is hoarse, lower than usual, but full of warmth.
âyou made me lose it, baby girlâŠâ she murmurs, smiling against your skin.
âyouâre the only one who canâ
She eases out slowly, stripping off the harness and tossing it aside before pulling you into her arms, spooning you close. Her hand strokes your hip tenderly, her lips pressing lazy kisses to your shoulder.
In the end of the, you were everything she needed. And you needed her too, someone to come back to, someone you could love and enjoy home together, rest, laugh, cry. That was enough for both of you.
