"i wanna get drunk in the back of the club with you"
wc: 3,01k words
warnings: smut, fingering, cunnilingus, spanking, choking/throat fucking, rough sex, boob play, mention of strap-on in the end, lowk mention of stalking, top!bada sub!reader, bada x fem!reader.
!!! the portait of the reader is completely fictional, feel free to ignore the descriptions and adjust it with your own physiognomy!
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You’re not the kind of person who actually enjoys going out — you’re obsessed with it. Every single night, black hair framing your face, barely tamed, and heading surely to show up at the same spot: Seoul’s Moonlit. A fucking gay club.
And the same woman devours you with her eyes every single night.
Sitting — long legs casually spread — on an armchair tucked away in the bar’s most secluded corner, she lets her refreshing, elegant scent drift through the air. Blonde-streaked hair is tucked beneath a dark cap with a distinct logo. Long fingers adorned with rings, torso wrapped in a plain black shirt. Ripped jeans slide down her legs, held in place by a buckled belt.
Brown eyes that never once look away from this specific girl — you.
It’s 10:43 PM and the club is packed as hell. You’re probably already on your fourth shot, forced to watch your friends make out like animals. Miserable. You roll your eyes and lean against the bar counter, your gaze drifting — just slightly — toward that corner.
And there she is. Bada Lee. But you don't even know her name yet.
The taller woman sips her drink — nothing refined — vodka mixed with whatever the hell else was available, but it doesn’t matter. Her attention is locked entirely on you: your small, soft body, the way your hair cascades down your shoulders, and that damn tight skirt that’s more than enough to make Bada imagine several ways to take it off.
You exhale, your drink catching in your throat when you realize you’re being devoured alive by the gaze of the mysterious — and painfully attractive — woman across the club.
You look away; you’ve been noticing those stares for days now. At first, it was just a quick glance; the next night, something a bit longer; and since then, the motherfucker has been staring at you practically the entire night.
If you didn’t get turned on by it, you’d probably think she was some psycho trying to kill you.
Bada notices the flicker of your eyes, your attempt to shift them away from her direction. She grins and takes another sip of her awful and terrible drink.
After a few minutes, you — the youngest — find yourself completely alone. Your friends disappeared ages ago, while you curse at them mentally. You swirl your almost-empty glass, unconsciously pouting: bored, frustrated.
The woman with dark hair and blonde strands slowly moves toward the bar, on your direction, hands shoved lazily in her pockets as she bites her lip ever so slightly. She taps the seat next to you.
“Is someone sitting here?” Bada asks, her voice incredibly husky and effortlessly seductive, hot. Her cap is tilted just enough for her face to be visible.
Your heart slams harder. Hard as fuck. Still, you try to keep your composure, giving her a small nod in agreement — just enough for Lee to drag the stool over and sit down beside you.
“Two shots. Vodka,” she says, continuing her order with a lazy flick of her long fingers toward the bartender. You can only think of one thing — the kind of thought no one should be having about a fucking stranger who’s been staring at you every night like she’s memorizing your pulse.
You’re definitely not a vodka girl. You’re the type who prefers colorful drinks — sugary, sweet, ridiculous. You swallow hard, knowing you're not the one made to drink this type of bitterness.
Bada notices every movement of your throat, the way the you most clearly doesn’t appreciate bitter drinks at all. She lets out a low laugh, followed by a grin.
“Don’t like it, princess?” she teases, catching your hesitation before tilting her head back and swallowing her shot in one smooth motion. Then the other.
Your throat tightens at the nickname — something rising and growing hot in your body. Your heart beats faster than it should, your breath having a hard time to keep steady. You subtly adjust your top.
You study her for a moment — the curve of her mouth, the way her eyes gleam and how badly you're wanting to taste it — before finally asking:
“And your name is?”
Your palms rest lightly on your knees, probably sweating, though your focus is entirely on her.
“Hm? And why exactly should I tell you?”
She tilts her head, the playful cruelty in her smile along with teasing. Her fingers tap lazily against the counter, her body inclining just slightly forward, enough to let you feel the tension in every single muscle you own.
You drag your tongue against the inside of your cheek, taken aback by her damm bluntness. Your brows clench together in a small, incredulous frown before you let out a soft, almost amused exhale.
“I think I deserve to know the name of the lunatic stalker who stares at me every single night in this fucking club.”
Bada’s grin widens — like she just won. So you had noticed. You had seen how badly she’d been wanting and aching for you all these nights. She lets out a sarcastic laugh, fingers sliding deliberately through her hair as she removes her cap and fits it back into place. And God, you wish she didn't look that hot when she does that.
“Bada Lee,” she says, voice thick with second intentions, her fingers brushing lightly against your knees in an attempt to replace your hands, which had been resting there seconds before.
“Happy?”
Her touch grows firmer, just enough to send a clean shiver rippling up your spine and make you gulp roughly.
Heat creeps up your cheeks, blooming outward like someone flipped a switch under your skin. Suddenly, the club feels unbearably hot. You tug lightly at the hem of your top again, trying — and failing — to steady your breath.
Silence settles into the small space between you for a few seconds, and Bada’s touch on your knee tightens, her hand sliding a little higher toward your thighs.You feel your whole body tremble, damn it. she’s got you exactly where she wants you.
“Are you planning to at least tell me why you’ve been staring at me this whole time?”
You manage to get the words out, your voice sounding half annoyed but slightly unsteady. You definitely put in a lot of effort not to stutter this time.
Bada leans in even closer, her lips brushing the edge of your ear as her fingers trace lazily patterns at the top of your thighs, right over the hem of your tiny skirt.
"It's fun to fantasize about you. About how i could rip that fucking skirt away, suck your lips until they're swollen and open this pretty mouth with my fingers. Such a pretty girl like you."
She brushes her thumb on your bottom lip.
"And i wouldn't say that if i also haven't seen the way you were asking me to take you right in this bar with your eyes."
She nibbles on your earlobe, a teasing little bite of pressure. Fuck. Her words alone are enough to set your whole body on fire, heat unfurling in every place that wants her—needs her. She could fuck you right in that club and you'd let her.
“Tell me, princess… am I wrong?” she whispers in your ear again, her mouth brushing dangerously close to your neck. You feel the mix of alcohol and arousal hitting you hard, flooding your body as you bite down on your lip.
Your mind is dizzy, you feel the heat between your thighs growing with maddening ache at each word Bada whispers. You brush your hand over Bada's wrist, then move it to her shoulders, lifting yourself up to get on her lap.
Her smirk grow wider as she holds your hips firmly, licking her lips as she's starving for every inch of you.
"Tell me what you want, pretty" — Bada Lee's voice rough with desire, pure craving.
Your mouth keeps shut, but you slowly and torturously tighten your holding on her shoulder, while you straddle her lap in a motion enough to drive Bada completely off the edge.
She groans low, biting her lip, visibly losing every slip of control she once thought she'd have over herself. The tall one holds your hips even more harshly — that will leave bruises.
"Fuck, kitten, you can't move on me like that and not say a word, hm?" — she huffs sharply, one hand lifting up to meet your stomach, going higher under your croptop.
You nearly moan at her talking, your lips parted away as you watch Bada's gaze roam over your body, lost in the thought of how good your insides could squeeze her fingers tight, how sweet you must taste when her tongue manages to go all over you. Fuck.
"I want to go to the back of the club with you.." — you answer, voice barely above a whisper, your cheeks flushing red with a growing, coiling need.
In a swift motion, your legs are wrapped around Bada's waist as she steadies you with her hands on your hips and ass. You gasp, gripping on the back of her neck — your skirt riding up as your covered core meets Lee's cold belt. She growls.
Bada moves through the dim hallway with you still held against her, every step deliberate, not caring enough about people who might be staring. She wants you, and she wants you now.
The club noises fade entirely as she guides you towards the backdoor, she squeezes your hips just enough to make your breath hitch.
A side door swings open under her shoulder — cold air hitting your skin — as your fingers curl at the back of her neck, feeling the warmth of her skin.
"Hold on, doll" Bada murmurs, her tone low and rough, but filled with undeniable need.
Your heartbeat stumbles even more as you slowly grind your hips against her, sufficiently good to make her fingers clench on you possessively. Shes driving you fucking insane, and so are you.
Lee growls, tilting her head back and biting her lip hard — she can't take your teasing any longer.
"Fucking vixen, want me to fuck you right here?" — she rumbles. You're not making it any easier for her.
She pushes open a side door and steps into the darker back corridor, closing it with a stomp. She pushes you against it, feeling the chilly walls hit your back.
Bada's hands are all over you, pulling you flush against her, leaving a trail of open-mouthed and sloppy kisses on your neck. You spill out a moan, your legs already wanting to give in, altogether with the accumulated desire.
"Hah, Bada.." — you whimper, catching yourself becoming slick and soaked for her.
A low gasp shudders out of Bada's lips, which go straight to crush on yours. Your moan shoots straight to her, she swallows it with a possessive kiss, nipping on your bottom lip while her tongue takes your lips completely, messy and wet, making sure to know every corner of that pretty mouth.
She pulls back briefly, her own breath unsteady. A strand of saliva still connecting both mouths together, your lips meet hers once again, this time even more needier — if that's even possible.
"God, you're greedy" — Bada Lee's hands never leaves your hips, moving to your thighs as she allows your feet to meet the floor.
You grip on her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. While you grind your body against hers, she takes the opportunity to slide her fingers under your croptop once again — this time, taking it off completely.
Her fingertips slowly play with your nipples, already sensitive and hard just from a slight brush. You moan, your lips close to her neck.
"Already this worked up, baby?" — a dark chuckle escaped rolled from her throat, before curling her hands on your tits fully, her thumb rolling on the most sensitive part of your nipple.
"F... Fuck, Bada!" You let out a louder moan than before, squirming against her as she teases your nipples. God, your head is spinning.
She curves her lips in a sly grin, positioning the tip of her tongue on the highly responsive spot of your breasts, making you arche your back. Her tongue flicks slowly, her eyes never leaving yours.
You clutch her hair desperately, moving her mouth closer to you, biting your lip to avoid any more noises — damn hard to do.
Bada's hands shift to your waist, then even lower, reaching your inner thighs under your skirt. Mouth moving from your nipple to your collarbone. Her hand go higher, taunting the waistband of your soaked panties.
You bite your lip even harder.
"Hmm? Did i tell my pretty whore to stop her noises?" — she rumbles, completely trapping you with her body.
Her motions are maddening, fingers slowly brushing on your swollen clit over your underwear, making you gasp.
"Look at me" — Hands going from your breasts to your neck, Bada's fingers tightening around it.
Your lips are nearly bleeding, all this "restraint" not working at all. With mouth now parted away, you look at her, your hips buckling against her fingers, aching for them inside you.
"You better not hide those pretty sounds." — she slaps your pussy, her fingers tightening even more around your neck.
You whine, eyes closing and breath unsteady. Your folds tighten over emptiness, craving to be filled.
"Look at me while im talking to you, damn it" Bada holds your chin firmly, you have no choice but to directly lock your eyes on hers. She moves her hands to your inner thighs once again — making you whimper for her fingers on your core — landing them sharply on your flesh.
Your back arches with the slaps, your skin aching red and bruised, a jolt of pleasure being sent to your whole body.
"Will you be a good girl for me?" — Her voice husky, fingers slowly making its path back to your wet cunt.
You nod desperately, fingers trailing along Bada's back, scratching just as slightly and solidly. She bites your neck, licking and sucking her mark.
"Fuck, so good for me, baby."
She growls against your neck, roughly loosening your skirt — never taking it off. Her digits grind on your skin, reaching your slick pussy.
"Bada, please!" — a plea coming from your throat in a cry, you can't deny it anymore — Never could. You need her inside you now.
Bada licks her lips as she watches you moving your hips forward to meet her fingers, begging for her to make you cum right there. And she finally gives it to you.
With a sharp motion, she slides two fingers inside your dripping center, rubbing her thumb on your clit.
"So fucking tight and soaked, all for me, baby?" — her fingers move faster, curling up in order to hit your G-spot, making you scream.
"Shit, Bada! All for you, only for you!" You moan, your noises making her pace quicken, thumb circling your swollen nub and applying the right pressure. Damn it, you're seeing stars now. Your breathing goes hitched, walls squeezing her fingers tight.
"Bada, please! Fuck, i'm going to cum"
You tremble, already feeling your folds ready to release your orgasm and completely soak Bada's fingers, scream her name once more as you finally hit your peak because of her. Shit, shit, you're so damn close now.
Until she withdrawls her fingers completely.
You scream her name desperately, frustration waving through you as your pussy aches badly for her again. You hold her wrist, moving it to meet your center, almost filled with cum.
Bada grins, laughing darkly as she studies your desperation, the way your thighs close and rub on each other to try feeling something — failed. She's enjoying this so damn much.
"Such a needy whore, did you want to cum?" — she moves her fingers to your mouth, forcing you to open it and suck her digits fully.
She shoves the whole length of her long fingers inside your throat, thrusting it relentlessly. You gasp, eyes filled with tears and unable to form a sentence, just whimper.
"Sucking my fingers so clean, maybe you deserve a reward" — Bada crashes them deeper into your throat, the way your tongue swirls around it almost make her snap.
She removes her fingers, replacing them with her tongue instead. She sucks yours with pure hunger, nothing else more — just pure desire.
You moan on the kiss, your lips already swollen and hurting a little, but you'd never ask her to stop. Fuck no, the way her lips feels on yours is addicting. You're addicted to her.
Bada slowly licks your whole body, starting from your lips until your stomach, giving you occasional painful hickeys. She kneels in front of you, completely, letting your skirt slip down as her fingertips dig into your hips, opening your thighs wider.
Steadily, she sticks out her tongue to meet your slick folds — throbbing with urge. Jaw dropped kisses being displayed along your walls, your clit.
"You don't cum until i say so." — then, Bada finally dips her tongue inside your hole, going in and out as she uses her lips to stimulate your whole pussy. God, she's eating you out so well.
"Don't stop, please! Bada..!" You scream her name, your noises getting needier and filthier with every flick of her tongue. You're too close, your knees are about to give out.
And Bada feels it. Everything.
She flicks her tongue faster against your clit, sucking and licking it deliberately. You tilt your head back in pleasure, begging her.
"Bada, please let me cum! Baby, please" Your body trembles, your cunt already clenching around her tongue. You grip on her hair tight, pulling her closer.
"Fuck" — she mutters a curse under her breath, licking her lips full of your fluids — "cum in my mouth, baby"
Her tongue gives your clit a few more strokes, enough to make you completely release all over her mouth. A guttural moan escaping your mouth as you fill Bada's throat with dripping cum.
Bada swallows it all, not a single drop left, her tongue milking your orgasm even more, you moan loud.
"God, fuck! S... so good!" You whine, eyes rolling back as you feel your body tremble, giving out completely.
Lee slowly gets up with a final slap on your slick core, rubbing your clit ever so slowly, just to overstimulate you.
"You taste so fucking good, doll"
She catches your lips again on a deep kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on her mouth completely. You're completely wrecked now, ruined — all because of her.
She stops her movements on your clit, squeezing your thigh as she whispers:
"Next time it will be at my place, with my strap on all shoved down your mouth, hm?" She grins, giving you another peck on the lips.
This is definitely not over.
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author's note: heyou! this is my first real smut, so please ignore it if it's complete trash :) still! thanks so much for reading
l. bada x BEBE ! f reader
✎𓂃 You never favored the spotlight, yet years later, you're on Street Woman Fighter 2 with your girlfriend and the rest of BEBE. Due to disliking a lot of the pressure and eyes on you, there seems to be a crack that grows after hearing every hurtful word some crews said about you.
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🐚 anon:
hello! can I request a bada × reader story? the scenario is bada and the reader is in the same group and they are together. during the evaluation the reader got a lot of criticism and also got a lot of no respect stickers. I wanna know how will bada react 🥹 thank you! 🫶🏻
Throughout your entire career, you were never a fan of being in front of a camera. Always being riddled with nerves and anxiety, it made growing up relatively hard. It’s what caused your mother to push for what she believed was best for you. Which all parents usually do, but your mother went the extra mile to ‘better’ you.
There was always a looming thought in your mind—whether to thank or be angry at your mom. Because, as traumatic as your childhood was, she’s what got you into dancing in the first place. When you stepped into a ballet studio at the age of seven, you almost peed in your tutu while watching all the other experienced kids doing pliés and pirouettes. The experience left your stomach queasy, and your head spinning a bit—their incredibly slim yet lean figures could put negative thoughts in your head within an instant.
It was bearable… for the most part.
Yet at a young age, you begin to realize how negative adults can really be with kids, just like how your ballet instructor can be. Your mom forced you to stay in ballet, mainly because of a month's deposit she made on the class. So you had to stick it through, even if your teacher made your emotional self cry every night.
Regardless of those variables, you still found dancing fun. After you ended ballet, you've just danced at home in your room. It usually meant your fluffy socks gliding against the carpet of your room while wearing some random shorts and a large shirt. You would even act like you weren’t doing anything when your mom walked into your room, silently breathing heavily in an effort not to be caught out of embarrassment.
Despite all your efforts, your mom isn’t stupid. She knew all about your dancing, especially with all the thumping on the upper levels of the house. So, to her, maybe, just maybe, to help you get out of your shell, she could put you into another class.
Fortunately, she did because you spent a week dancing the exact choreography you learned the day of. It didn’t necessarily help all the pent-up anxiety within you, but it did help with your confidence.
After a couple of years of doing so, you had finally began to have found a love for commercial dance classes. Not only did you find a new talent to be proud of, but it’s also when you started to meet your long-time friends.
Leejung was one of the first few of you met. When you were about fourteen years old, your parents realized how seriously you were beginning to take these classes, and realized that moving to Seoul would be beneficial for you.
Once that happened, your first class introduced you to many of the Korean choreographers you’d see today. When you turned eighteen, you decided this was something you wanted to pursue.
So even without liking the camera and media, you went into all of it headfirst. Making a name for yourself on social media, taking as many classes as you can, and even trying to set up your own classes.
It was working as well, and everything seemed to be going great. There was nothing in your way.
Your parents were still hesitant about the career choice, but your father, being himself, was your biggest advocate when it came to your mother and your passion.
Thank the universe she didn’t—or else you would’ve never met Bada.
The woman who you’d consider to be the love of your life. It was a pretty lackluster first impression, both of you sweating and dancing in the middle when called to do so. Bada’s a social butterfly—if she figured she liked your look and personality, she would personally go out of her way to talk to you.
You like to think she saw you as interesting enough to even be friends with, when it clearly became more than that. There wasn’t any opposition to being in a relationship; it was just something you never really thought about.
Since your main focus was getting out of your shell, you never really had a crush.
Yet when Bada came into your life, you were easily swept off your feet by the woman, which was just common for anything Bada does. By the time you realized you had some inkling of feelings for her, both of you were in the dance studio alone, and she had almost kissed you before stopping herself.
When that happened, you took a leap of faith. There wasn’t much thought behind it, but you kissed Bada the following week after another class you guys shared. From then on, there were dates, hangouts, and kisses until it finally became official between the two of you.
Then came the rise of Street Woman Fighter. The first season was an undeniable hit, people like No:ze and even Lee Chaeyeon gained more popularity than intended.
Long story short, after the first season, Bada had begun curating her own dance crew, BEBE. It was at a point in time when both you and Bada now had bigger careers. Your girlfriend had worked with multiple SM artists by then, while you worked with artists from multiple companies, and both of you were becoming somewhat known names in the dance scene.
Even teaching in multiple classes that same year. Getting close to certain students helped with the completion of the crew, and she even asked you—well, that’s how you find yourself here, seated first in the fight zone of the building with Bada beside you.
You feel sweat clinging to the palms of your hands as you rest them at the edge of your seat, right beside your thighs.
There’s a feeling of warmth that settles right above your hand, looking over to see Bada using her hand to hold your. She gives a soft smile, mouthing if your okay and you nod.
The atmosphere felt a bit suffocating, especially when a video starts playing on the large monitor. You could feel how you almost jolt up from the loud volume and some groups began to talk about BEBE.
A lot of what each crew said was expected. How you guys haven’t been a crew for a long time, Bada and her copy cats, Bada overshadowing everyone else, blah blah blah.
You mentally prepared for what they would say about you guys… well, mostly that is.
“Y/n-nim… seems to look really cold, no?” You watch as Mina Myoung points at your photo, the rest of Deep N Dap nodding along. “She looks really mean,” JJ says, in a more innocent manner.
The next clip is 1Million watching videos of your dancing, and Lia Kim tilts her head, obviously confused for some reason. “I don’t really see anything special here,” their youngest, Harimu, tells them, and Lia claps once. “That’s exactly what I couldn’t put into words, Bada just seems like the star of the crew.”
“She’s popular for this mysterious facade she has on social media, right?” Yeni questions and Chocol nods. “Is she popular for her dancing or just the mysterious vibe of not showing her face much?” Halo asks, and you see the rest of the women shrug.
You huffed out the long breath you had been holding in, unsure of how to respond, but it was clear in the way your jaw clenched. Mnet had done a very good job of creating a dramatic atmosphere, and you didn’t know they would kind of push the boundaries of your insecurities.
Shouldn’t have thought so highly of them in the first place. You couldn’t be mad about it all since a lot of it was the truth. Glancing over to your right, Bada’s face is being hit by the cool-toned lighting, the rush of red on her cheeks growing darker from festering anger after each word a person spoke.
Her fist clenched hard, seeing the colors of her knuckles fading into white. With cameras all around, it was difficult to grab her hand or do anything outwardly comforting. The best you could do was brush your finger up against the back of Bada’s hand, and you can see how her shoulders relax from your peripheral vision.
That only lasted for about ten seconds, because as soon as the video ends, the room is filled with the sounds of slamming as you and the girls watch stickers being placed right next to your names.
Bada, despite being popular like everyone said, only got two stickers—from very obvious people, you might add.
You knew Bada well enough by now to know about the history between her and Redy, while she worked with Redlic quite often. There was something at the tip of your tongue about it all, but as you're about to whisper about it to Bada, the monitor shows multiple stickers slamming right beside your name.
Six to be exact.
Not knowing whether to find it amusing or outright disrespectful, a scoff escapes your lips as you look a bit shocked. It was clear that you weren’t as well-known as your girlfriend, and you believed you had gone past that era of feeling like you were overshadowed by her aura. Yet standing here made you feel that same anxiety and frustration—the same feelings you had when the first comment of you and Bada showed up in some YouTube comments.
You even remember the first time reading it. The comment was under a video of a choreography made by you, and Bada had joined the class last minute, to everyone’s knowledge. In the video, you had put everyone in groups except Bada to show her off.
Not many people knew you two were together, but it didn’t mean you weren’t going to be proud and show her off. In your mind, it isn’t clear if that choice of yours was a mistake or not when you read, ‘I usually dislike Y/n’s style of dancing, but Bada-nim made it work and I love it!’
Reading the comment threw you off, and Bada even noticed it. There was a point in time when you distanced yourself because of it.
That was at the beginning of your relationship, and you had to learn to grow from it. There’s also no denying that gaining your own fanbase certainly helped the matter.
Bada’s eyes shift towards you, seeing how your face has become a shade paler at the silence. You have a brilliant girlfriend, and she knows you get into your head… like a lot.
She knew it was likely going to be worse this time since you didn’t take kindly to badmouthing. Constructive criticism was something you could handle, maybe one tear will roll down your face, but you tend to keep your head up high.
Now, comments like these—they’re a big problem. Due to being so harsh on yourself, Bada could already feel the breakdown coming. It wasn’t something she ‘wanted’ to be aware of, but you gave her enough signals that it was going to come soon.
The hair combing, the cracking of your fingers, the way you’d press your lips shut tight, and how you would begin rotating your wrist as if you’re stretching. Within a minute, you had done all of that in order as you took your seats.
You couldn’t even focus for the rest of the show, just constantly spacing out. Like, even with everyone being hype about Jam Republic, Kang Daniel, or Shonwu, you just sat in the corner beside Bada, just staring at the floor as if it were a void.
There was a tug on your sleeve, bringing you out of your head, and you looked up to see Bada holding on, waiting for you to come along with her. Quietly, you get up, not saying a word, as Bada gives you a hug while bringing you up the stairs.
All of the girls were mentally prepping for battles, more excited than nervous, but when Lusher realized you hadn’t voiced your opinions at all, she carefully warned the rest to tone it down.
As you changed at the deeper end of the hideout, Bada kept looking at you, her worried eyes saying it all. You could see how the tail ends of her brows turned down while glancing every once in a while.
“Unnie, should I have everyone head out first?” Lusher whispers to the eldest, who only watched as you paced back and forth like you were keeping yourself busy with something. “Yeah…” Bada mumbles, just keeping track of you.
The third oldest began ushering out each member, explaining that you two would follow.
“Babe?” You hear her call out while walking, but your legs wouldn’t seem to stop working on their own. They just kept going and going and going.
That was until you heard her call out again, and it was the thing that made you pause. “Are you okay?”
Those damned trigger words.
You feel the tears pooling in your eyes, looking down as you try taking deep breaths to hold them back. “Yeah,” you tried telling her, or yourself even, but your trembling voice made it clear that if you didn’t cry it out now, you’d be crying on the stage later, and she knew you wouldn’t want that.
Bada opens her arms, one hand in a beckoning motion—her welcoming you into her arms. You shuffle over to where she’s seated, sitting on her lap softly as you lay your head in the crook of her neck.
Her warmth was good enough to calm you down, her scent could’ve drowned your worries at that exact moment.
But once you feel the palm of her hand running up and down your back softly, the water works begin to fall. The sounds of your sniffles and whimpers filled the room as her arms wrapped around you.
She feels your tears wetting her neck, due to your lashes fluttering against them ever so lightly. “T-This show makes m-me feel stupid. They made me l-look like a joke,” you talk through your tears, gasping for air throughout your sentence as you couldn’t stop the emotions overcoming you.
You feel Bada caressing your head, hushing you to say everything is okay. She even presses a few light kisses on the top of your head, and it seems to be doing the trick.
She had felt your breathing become far more relegated, how you stopped shaking and stopped gripping her shirt.
Bada leans back, sweeping the strands of hair out of your face, then taking the pad of her thumb to wipe away the tears staining your face.
“They’re just trying to stir drama,” she whispers in your ear, making sure the production team wouldn’t hear, and you nod, ultimately agreeing with Bada.
Due to everyone changing, it was a quick camera break, and Bada was about to make the most of it.
“One, I’m sure everyone here respects you. Two, you are the most talented, strong, hardworking, beautiful woman in the whole wide world,” she tells you, stretching out her arms to signify the size of the world.
Her nose scrunches up while doing so, making you giggle. The reaction has her looking at you with a smile, taking you into her arms once more. “There’s that beautiful smile I know and love.”
She softly moves you off her lap, seating you right next to her as she goes over to get her cap next to the door, then places it on your head. You feel how it shimmies down your hair, the large brim covering you, likely, irritated and puffy eyes.
“Let’s go out there and kill it?”
You smile, giving a nod and a quick kiss before walking out hand in hand, with the one woman who could, of course, calm you down after an episode like that.
I have a request 👉👈. Ever since Bada reacted to wswf, I've been thinking of what would be Bada's reaction if her secret gf was on the new season and now people were thristing over her gf, both fans and dancers on the show (just how people were thirsting over Bada in swf2, even some of the dancers). And she gets kind of jealous, wanting to tell everyone that that's her girl. Bada seems like she would be the cutest when jealous. So i would love it if you would write something inspired by that 🥺🥺, no problems if not
warnings: smut, car sex, fingering, fluffy and suggestive, jealous bada is cute, possessive bada
wk: 3,5k
a/n: I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG😭 I absolutely loved writing this one but I kept re-writing for a long time, I hope you enjoy because that’s the max I could do🥹🩵 by the way, the middle picture is the shirt mentioned on the story!
You were a dancer going on the famous TV reality show Street Woman Fighter, with many seasons the program was famous worldwide and one of the biggest events in the Korean television.
On the second aired episode one of your dance battles went viral on social media, your dance skills and natural beauty calling the attention of the viewers. The video with over millions of views reached everyone, and even the other contestants of the show talked about how attractive and pretty you were. Everyone loved you and fans started commenting about you online.
There was only one person who didn’t enjoy it that much: your girlfriend.
Bada Lee, leader of a famous dance crew and winner of one of the previous seasons of the program was your secret girlfriend for three years now. Your relationship was hidden from the public eyes due to issues you two could encounter ahead, stalking, bad comments, and loss of privacy.
Bada never saw a problem on keeping it hidden before, she even liked better that way, you two talked about it before and came to the conclusion it was the best. But now, she was feeling weird, she wanted to scream to the world that you were hers.
It was a normal week evening, Bada had finished recording a reaction video for her youtube channel, she reacted to the latest episode of the TV show and the was surprised to see the amount of attention you were getting.
She was proud of you, of course. You were out there showing your talent and years of hard work and practice, but deep down she couldn’t help but be jealous.
Jealous when other women said they wanted to marry you, how other contestants screamed over your looks and insane talent when dancing, your kind and smiley personality making people’s heart beat faster. She wanted to post online right now that you were hers and only hers, she wanted to brag. But that wasn’t possible.
Bada sighed and took a sip of her iced americano, phone on her hands while she scrolled through social media, your name on the search bar while she watched every single video and fan’s comments about you. Her big eyes focused on the screen while her busy fingers rolled through the comments and she felt her blood boiling.
Before she could continue and end up doing something reckless, her phone buzzed with a new call income and she smiled when the name “my baby” appeared on the screen. She quickly picked up your call.
“my love! I called as soon as I saw your text, sorry, I was practicing until now” Your voice sounded rushed yet sweet on the phone, and Bada unconsciously smiled.
“hey, baby. it’s okay, don’t worry! how was your day?” Bada got up from the table and turned off the LED lightning she had settled up for recording, and walked to the couch so she could get more comfortable and talk to you.
“tiring, we are preparing from a new mission and I’m a little stressed… but at least I will have the afternoon free tomorrow! half of the day off” Your voice was calm and sounded tired, some shuffling sounds on the background showed you were moving around, probably packing your things.
“day off? hm… should I go to see you?” Bada’s voice was small, she looked at her hands and fidget with the strings of her sweatpants, a slight tone of vulnerability in her voice.
“it’s too far, baby… you’re probably tired from working the whole week. I don’t want you to get more tired driving for two hours just to spend the afternoon with me” Your voice was soft and sweet, that way that made Bada’s heart melt and mind calm.
“but I miss you…” Her voice came back to you in a soft whisper, her cute tone making you chuckle.
“and it’s not two hours, probably one hour and a half”
You laughed softly on the phone, Bada’s cuteness making all your worries and tiredness disappear. You missed her too, obviously. During the shooting of the show you were staying out of town and it was a little far from where you and Bada shared an apartment.
“I miss you too… okay, be careful on the road! Let’s meet for a lunch date and you can stay over for the night and go back in the morning” You said after some time and Bada made a happy exclamation sound, her voice getting high pitched when she was excited.
You two called for the rest of the night, while you went back to your hotel room, showered and ordered some food, until you went to sleep and Bada whispered sweet praising words on the phone and wished you a good night of sleep.
When the call came to an end, she was almost done with packing a bag to spend the following day with you. It was late already and she was packing some things for you, nice blankets and some of her clothes she knew you liked wearing, and she was planning to buy snacks tomorrow. It was over midnight when she finished packing and went to sleep, excited to finally see you after some time.
On the next morning Bada woke up early and did her routine happily, she was going to see you in some hours and was clearly excited about it. She stopped by a department store and got snacks for you, things she thought you would need and cute things that made her think of you, like a useless-looking matching Kuromi and My Melody keyring but for her it was the best cute gift she could give you.
During your long morning of recording you kept checking your phone for Bada’s texts, she wqs sending you cute selfies to let you know where she was and last time you checked she was almost arriving. When the shooting finally came to an end you saw a text from her saying she had her car parked in front of the studio.
You bid your goodbyes to teammates and walked as fast as you could, a big smile on your face when you saw the black Chevrolet Trailblazer parked. You quickly got inside the car and Bada was smiling at you, her big eyes shining like an excited puppy.
“hey, princess” She said with a smile and leaned almost immediately to kiss you, you giggled softly and kissed her back, placing your hand on her cheek and caressing the skin with your thumb.
“hey… I missed you” you say once you separate from the kiss, Bada looked at you with focused eyes, like she was trying to remember every single feature of your face. Without warning she captured your lips again, sucking on your bottom lip and tugging gently between her teeth. Her eyes were dark and full of love while she admired your face and separated slightly.
“I missed you so much…” She whispered, almost like a groan, and you smirked at her cute sexy behavior.
“you look tired…” Your voice was soft and whispered too, since both of you were so close. Your thumb ran through her skin, under her dark circles and the skinny cheeks, the other hand fixing her double-colored bangs and exposing some of her forehead.
“working too much, but I’ll be fine now that you’re here with me… recharge my energies” Bada answered, placing her own hand on top of yours as she leaned against your touch, eyes closed while she savored the moment.
You chuckled softly and admired her face for some seconds, the lashes resting on her cheeks with her closed eyes, her pink plump lips, she was stunning.
“I got you some things I thought you might need…”
Bada suddenly spoke again, reaching for a bag on the back seat and handed it to you, it was surprisingly full and you frowned a little, looking up at her face curious and excited.
“some things? oh wow, babe… what is it?” You smile while looking at the bag.
“I got you some clothes, snacks so you won’t be hungry when practicing and… some more cute things” Bada started confidently but got shy at the end, you laughed at her cute behavior and started looking through the bag.
You found delicious snacks and energizing drinks, a cute My Melody keyring and a lot of shirts, but there was something weird about them.
“are those… your shirts?” You ask with a frown, taking one of the shirts and looking at Bada, that surprisingly was blushing red.
“y-yeah! so you won’t… miss me too much” Bada got a little lost with her words and you chuckled softly.
You placed the bag again on the back seat and without warning you took off your own shirt, Bada gasped surprised and went quiet, just looking at you attentively.
You got dressed in one of Bada’s shirt, the scent of her clean clothes hitting your nostrils and bringing comfort to you.
“you want me to use your clothes on national television? are you that jealous?” You spoke with a whispered tone, deep voice while looking at Bada.
Her eyes change, they got darker when she looked at you dressed in one of her shirts, her possessive side taking over. A long sigh escaped her lips and she dragged her hand to your thigh, caressing the skin through your pants and admiring your body.
“you look perfect in my shirt… so mine…” Bada’s voice became deep and whispered, her hand traveling up under the shirt and touching your waist.
“I can’t lie to you…” Bada started again, locking the doors with her free hand and burying her face on your neck. “I hate seeing people flirting with you, and the comments about how pretty and hot you are…”
You took a deep breath, resting your hand on her shoulder while she dragged her lips on the skin of your neck. Her words hit you in a way that left your body burning, maybe a mix of her intoxicating perfume and longing, or the way she held your waist tightly and possessively.
“would they say that if they knew you’re mine?” She whispers against your skin, lifting her head a little to reach your ear, grazing her teeth on your earlobe softly.
“baby… don’t worry about the comments, I am yours and only yours” You answer in a whispered weak voice, showing how worked up you already were.
Bada’s hand traveled from your waist up to your neck, her fingers tangling in your hair and tugging on it slightly. The action lifted your face and now you could see her dark eyes, they carried a hint of lust, possession, love, passion, all of that in a mix that left your legs weak.
“gosh… I missed you so much” She looked down at your body and bit her own lower lip, trying to hold back.
“you’re mine, right?”
“yes, I am yours” You answered immediately, nodding with your head and looking into her eyes.
Bada let out a small sound from the back of her throat, like she couldn’t hold back anymore, too affected by your presence so close like that. Without waiting another second she dived in and captured your lips in a slow and sensual kiss, pouring all the emotions in the touch. The longing, hunger and possessiveness.
Before you could notice Bada had her hands under your shirt, busy fingers hooking on the waist of your pants and trying to pull them down.
“can I?” She breaks the kiss to ask softly, you smile at her polite question even if she was about to lose her mind.
“of course, don’t even ask” You are fast to answer and that flicks a switch on Bada, she attacked your neck with kisses and lowered your pants slowly. You lifted your hips from the seat and Bada hummed, finishing to pull them down until they were at your ankles.
She separated from you and pulled her driver’s seat back, tilting the backrest back and leaning against it, patting her thighs.
“take them off and come up here, sweet girl” She says, you gulped a little nervous but still felt the burning sensation on your body, and you couldn’t stay away from her one more second.
You climbed on her thighs, Bada hummed and placed her big hands on your exposed skin, biting her lower lip.
“how I missed those thighs, I can’t wait until we get back in the hotel, let me have you here… I promise it will be quick” Her eyes were hungry, she was lost, her eyes focused on your body in front of her.
The stress and tension from the show left you on edge, you missed Bada more than ever on cold nights. And now that she was here under you, asking so gently, your body burned with want.
“don’t worry, my windows are tinted” Bada whispered with a smirk and you smirked back, nodding with your head and leaning for one more kiss.
Her hands traveled through your smooth skin, she missed you so much, close like this. Her slender fingers pressed on your thighs, then your hips, until they stopped on your waist under her shirt.
“the pretty girl everyone likes… it’s all mine, and only mine” Bada spoke in a sensual tone, leaning closer to place her lips on your neck. She started kissing, nibbling and sucking on your skin, your eyes fluttered shut instantly as she teased you on your most sensitive spots.
“Bada…” Her name escaped your lips, and she looked up surprised. Eyes dark with lust and her pupils were wide, focusing on every part of you.
“I missed your voice so much” She buried her face into your neck and her hands went down to grip your ass cheeks tightly.
A small sound left your lips and she repeated the action, just to hear you again. Without more waiting her fingers hooked on your panties and pulled them down, just enough to expose your skin to her touch.
Bada leaned for a hungry kiss, her hands reaching your front and cupping your cunt, fingers pressing just slightly as she hummed in satisfaction.
“they can’t touch you like this… they can’t make you feel good like I do” Bada’s voice was muffled by your skin as she still had her face on the crook of your neck.
Her middle and ring fingers started moving in circular motions on your sensitive bundle of nerves, your reaction was like honey to her ears. With a proud smirk on her lips, she continued to move slowly, feeling how wet you already were.
“so wet for me, princess” Bada looks up this time, looking into your eyes. Your hands were on her shoulders as you felt your body burning hot.
She just looked up to see your reactions, she loved to see your face of pleasure when she made you feel good. So imagine her contentment when she saw your pretty lips open in a round shape, eyebrows furrowed. while she inserted two of her fingers into your leaking cunt.
“so easy. you missed me, hm?” Bada murmurs against your lips, her full lips brushing on yours gently.
Her fingers worked in and out slowly, controlling herself not to just pound into you like she wanted to. You leaned closer to capture her lips for one more kiss, that ones with wet sounds and tongues dancing together.
You already felt your body buzzing with pleasure, it had been ages since she touched you like that, and her skilled hands never failed you.
Bada smirked between the kiss once she felt your hips bucking up, looking for more, more of her. She looked down surprised at how her fingers disappeared easily inside you, coming back coated and glistening. She used her thumb to press on your clit again, moving with circular motions.
At this point you were moaning her name softly, gasps leaving your lips. Bada admired your body, how you had your eyes closed and how you rolled your hips to get more of her touch.
Her movements became fast, fingers coming in and out of you so precisely that you could only roll your eyes. The perfect pressure on your oversensitive bundle of nerves and the non-stopping brush against your spot, it all made you lose your mind.
“say you’re mine…”
Bada whispered against your ear, her arm holding you in place while the other fucked her fingers fast in and out of you.
“yours… ‘m only yours” You manage to say between moans and gasps, the heat building fast in your stomach.
Bada had this power on you. To flick the switches in a second, to make you melt so quickly. All it took was some words and good hand placement and she got you dripping wet.
“am I the only one that makes you feel like this?”
Bada spoke against your lips, her strong grip on your waist and fingers still working fast inside you. She curled her fingers up just to hear your reaction, and she was very satisfied to hear your sweet voice mewling her name in soft moans, clearly losing your mind.
“close?”
Her voice came close to your ear, and you moaned a little louder as you felt the sensation building. You nodded with your head fast and she aligned her fingers exactly against your sensitive spot, hitting it on every single trust.
Your moans got louder and more repetitive, Bada knew you like the palm of her hand to understand that was you close to falling apart.
Her lips found your neck again, sucking a mark under the shirt that you were wearing, her shirt.
The pressure and heat buildup between your legs until you screamed, thighs shaking while you tried to close them unconsciously. Bada moved her fingers slowly to help you ride the feeling, her thumb pressing circles on your clit until it was too much and you hissed from the overstimulation.
Bada lifted her head and the full swollen lips searched for yours, a slow and sensual kiss exchanged by both of you. Her fingers slipped out gently and you moaned onto her mouth.
You were a mess, still trying to recover from the intense high, breath still heavy. Bada caressed your waist gently, hands going to your lower back.
“how are you feeling?” She asks in a small soft tone, surprisingly different from the growls she gave you minutes ago.
“amazing, I missed you…” You manage to say, holding her face in your palms as you looked at her face, beautiful face.
“you’re crazy, can’t believe you just did that to me in a car”
Bada laughed softly once she heard your words, biting her lower lip in that sexy way that got you weak in the knees.
“I came prepared” She says, leaning to reach the glove box and she got a wet tissue packet.
You gasped in fake shock and laughed a little, looking as Bada got a tissue and cleaned her fingers, she had a shy smile on her lips and you could notice how het cheeks were slightly red.
“I got a little worked up with all this thing, sorry” She spoke while cleaning with a soft and gentle touch.
“you were jealous”
Her hand stops for a second before continuing, and a smirk appears on your lips once you realize that was the reason.
“you’re so cute sometimes” You held her neck with one hand, getting closer to capture her lips once more. Bada was quick to kiss you back, her tongue meeting yours in a slow romantic dance.
You went back to your seat, now fully clothed and clean, still trying to recover from the intense moment. Bada looked at you with a smile.
“are you hungry? I am starving” She said, head leaning against to seat while her shiny eyes looked at yours.
“I am! there’s a super nice restaurant close to the lake, can we go there?” You asked and Bada hummed in agreement, already starting the engine of the car.
Despite everything—the risks, the secrecy—you realized you wouldn’t trade this love for anything. Fame made things dangerous, jealousy sometimes complicated them, and longing often hurt… but none of it mattered.
Because she was yours, and you were hers.
That afternoon you shared a meal by the lake, laughed together, and talked about your week, enjoying a nice time together.
But nothing prepared you to the news you saw on your phone at night back at the hotel:
“Street Woman Fighter Love!
Bada Lee, winner from second season, is seen holding hands with her lover on Incheon streets, the third season heartthrob!”
comments:
“omg the cutest couple!”
“IS SHE USING BADA’S SHIRT!? That one from the dance battle”
Rules: This is GL fantasy football. Just pick 5 ladies (actresses, musicians, athletes, wtv) who you would sell an organ to see in a GL. Write a little synopsis if you’d like.
1. Kim Ye-ji
Obviously my dream girl gets first pick. I want to watch her play a trained assassin who falls for her mark, as suggested by @dmhayle.
2. Seol In-ah
My other dream girl. I want to see her in an action series. Let her play a special ops agent who falls for a pretty girl unwillingly mixed up with organized crime. Or a lonely pro boxer who falls for the girl who works at the convenience store near her place and who she makes shy small talk with every night.
3. Tu Tontawan
I just think she’s so pretty, and would be great in a toxic GL. I want to watch her manipulate people! I wanna watch someone cry over her!
4. Bada Lee
The day I learned she was not for the girls was a day of mourning for me. I still can’t fully accept it. Cast her as a dancer who falls in love with the singer she tours with. Give me secret romance, rushed make out sessions in changing rooms.
5. Kim Go-eun
Give me a classic kdrama about balancing personal life and work in the big city, but make it gay.
Tagging @baseballmomlesbiandad @gotmehookedonthekpop @nabi-unveiled @befuddledcinnamonroll @my-rose-tinted-glasses @bluesandfilms @pointlesscandies @watchthisqqq @miss0atae @slonekaru @embersinthefirelight @delesaria-blog @letsdeanandcarlothis @dramalove247 and @hughungrybear 😊💛 anyone else who’d like to play, consider yourself tagged! 😊
(if you have any complaints @hughungrybear, talk to my lawyer)
|CW: G!p Bada x reader, corruption kink, vaginal sex, fingering and a bit of cunnilingus, just Bada being a perv and taking li'l innocent reader's virginity
|A/N: lots of y'all were asking for g!p, perverted, roommate Bada, so here... All in one fic, your welcome 😞 (y'all are wild fr.. But anyway.. I'm spoiling y'all so-)
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Having a roommate has its perks; one, you had someone to have you accompany with. Two, have a share when it comes to rent. And three, hmm... Let's just say... Someone who just wants to entertain themselves by fantasizing you. And that's Bada, your roommate and also your classmates on that one subject in performing arts.
She's a very attentive and nice, maybe that's what you thought about her, based on how she acts when she's around you. But what if? She's different when you're not around? Freaky, delusional and a pervert??
She would imagine you beneath her, your cunt sucking her cock so well, juices dripping on your thighs, you mumbling incoherent words for her.. Mm.. That must be heaven, but not really... Unless she's touching you, for real..
Sometimes, if you're not looking, she would check you out. Memorizing each of your details, from the smell of your hair, your eyes to your curves and thighs. Oh how she's desperate to be squished by those thighs of yours while she's eating you out like a starved person.
She shook her head when she heard you calling out her name and asking something that is related to the subject that you're studying. She would stare at you for a bit before chuckling slightly and teach you a bit about the subject, giving you a recap..
"If you need help with something else.. Just ask.."
She said. Of course she meant otherwise, but you're too naive to understand. And that's what she likes about you. So easy to corrupt, so pure, naive and innocent.. Her cock throbbed at the thought.
Compared to her, you're much more sane if I say so... You're few inches smaller than her, have this bubbly personality and fashion style.. You're just in the vanilla, type.. Said Bada.. While she's just.. In the opposite.
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One night, you came back to the apartment, late due to the school project that you're forced to stay at the library for a few hours just to finish it..
"Unnie... I'm back" you called.. It became a habit to greet each other when you both got home or whatsoever. You saw her get up from the couch to greet you... "There's the little rabbit.. Why so late?" She asked while tilting her head, feigning innocence..
You sighed in response... "I had to finish this one project on history so I got forced to stay in library" you groaned as you take off your shoes and she helped you with your bag..
"Ohh... Project, that kinda sucks" she said and you just nodded as you flopped down on the couch, laying down on your stomach.. She went behind the couch as leaned towards the headboard, looking at you intently, silently checking you out.. Even tho you're wearing a sweater and a tight jeans, she can still see how beautiful your body is. And how badly she wants to hold your hips while fucking you from behind.. "How about you take a rest and forget that li'l project of yours?"
She suggested as you looked up at her.. "Don't worry, I'll help you, yeah?" She added so you just nodded as a response.. You slowly get up from the couch and sit, you watched her walk around it and now facing you.. "So.. You must be tired, li'l rabbit.. Hungry? I cooked dinner for us since I expected for you to go home late" she sits on the floor, in front of you as she gently massages your feet..
"I'm fine.. Not that hungry tho... I'll eat later if I'm hungry.." You replied before a soft hum escaped your lips, when Bada soothe the tensed muscle..
"Hmm.. Alright.."
She continued massaging your feet before glancing up at you, seeing how you look at her with such innocence, makes her riled up with desire..
You two were now watching a movie, you suggested it at first after she's done and she quickly agreed. Maybe because she had plans while you're distract. But in any case. She loves spending her time, with you.
After a while, you're attention was focused on the screen. And for her. She can't take it anymore. She slowly leaned towards you, planting a kiss on your head, to your neck. You shivered in response, as to which she continues. But you quickly stopped her when you realized that she's getting too intimate...
"W.. What are you doing, unnie...?" You stuttered as she smirked before playing with your hair as she leaned a bit more closer... "Y/n-ah... You know how I've been wanting to just taint you, to corrupt you here and there. Until you could only remember was me.." She said, until you're laying flat on the couch. She grabbed you by the ankle, causing you to yelp as she pulled your hips closer to her..
You're grown adult, but when it comes to this sort of things. You're completely clueless, not knowing what to do next... And Bada, was willing to teach you more. "I don't... I don't think this is a good idea—" you shivered as you felt something against your clothed core...
You felt your cheeks burn as you watch her grind her growing arousal against you.. "Fuck..." You heard her cursed... "You know how I've been fantasizing this shit and you're here saying that this isn't a good idea?" She asked as loomed over you.. You suddenly feel a burning sensation between your legs and it felt weird. You gulped as you looked up at her.. "Mmn... Just want to take this li'l rabbit out of its tiny hole.." She muttered. Her gaze was went to your face, down to your body. It made you feel so small... Like a prey that has been caught by the hunter..
A shiver went down your spine, when you felt her calloused hand went under your sweater, squeezing your hips as she leaned down, planting a kiss on your neck before gently nipping it. Making sure that you'll grow sensitive and became a mess before she even fucks you into oblivion..
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You gripped on her hair, tugging on it harshly, whining out a moan as she lap out on your clit as she pushed two digits, spreading it slightly to stretch you out.. "B.. Bada.. —" you gasped as you tried to push her away but she didn't budge... "I.. It feels weird... Stop..."
She hummed as she looked at you with her hooded eyes. She looks so drunk. "Mm... Your body was telling me otherwise, bunny.." She muttered as she licked your cunt like it's a dessert that she's been craving for years... Her eyes rolled as she felt your body arched and moaning against her before letting out a guttural moan in response. She soon stopped as she gets up, positioning herself between your legs...
Your eyes widened when she revealed her huge throbbing cock underneath her sweatpants... The thought of that, being inside of you, made you shivered.. Seeing your reaction made her chuckle... "Mmn... Don't worry, I'll be gentle.." Maybe for a few minutes, once you fully adjusted to her.
"I don't.... Think that would fit..." You muttered, enough for her to hear. You slowly move away from her but she quickly grabbed you by the hips and pulled you closer.. "Don't run away now, we're not even in the most satisfying part.." She said..
You let out a muffled whimper once you feel her rubbing her swollen tip against your entrance before pushing it slowly. A choked up whine, escape your lips as you instinctively arched you back. Tears starts to form as the feeling of her filling your insides, overwhelms you..
A sting feeling started to form as you gripped tightly on couch, muffling a sob when she's fully inside... "Fuck... So tight..." She muttered, rubbing her thumb against your thigh as if she's soothing you... She shushed you, as her other hand went to your cheeks, wiping away the tears that slowly flows down... "I'll move, yeah..? You'll feel so good, don't worry.." She muttered.. You clenched around her as a response and she chuckled.. You jolt up when she started moving in a slow, gentle pace. As much as she wants to fuck you, she had to be gentle since it's your first, and also... Trying to be on your good side, so that she can fuck you again next time.
Her mind becoming daze as her hooded eyes we're focused on how your chest rise and fall heavily, arching your back and your hips bucking. The sight makes her lose all of her self-control. "S... So— fuck... So tight... So good.." She mumbled as her grip on your hips, tightens. She'll fuck you good. That's what her mind keeps reminding her to do. Just you, becoming a mess, moaning her name, and became incoherent...
"B... It feels so weird, unnie" you cried. She quickly shushed you by capturing your lips in hungry kiss. Her hand, that was on your hip went to your leg, slightly lifting it up as she starts to thrust in a fast pace.. The kiss became sloppy, drool starts to drip in your mouth.. Your hands gripped tightly on her shoulder, nails digging through her shirt, causing her to pull away and letting out a guttural moan. Her gaze went down between your thighs, seeing how you suck her cock so well, your warm around around her throbbing cock. She bit her bottom lip, almost harshly, it might get a bruise later. You feel the spongy tip of her cock, hitting the same spot that makes you tremble and cry in pleasure.. Her breath became huffs and puffs, words became incoherent, her vision became hazed, gripping on your thigh, almost tightly as both bodies were blinded by the pleasure..
You clenched around her as you arched your back, as if signalling her that your awfully close.. She let out a muffled moan before chuckling, weakly... "Mm... Close, yeah? Mhm.. 'M too... Me too... Fuck.." She grunted as her thrust became a bit too harsh and deep, seemingly desperate for both of you to cum.
She felt you clenching against her, her balls tightened as listened to your long cries and watches you tremble, as the orgasm courses through you. Heavy breathes escape your mouth as you let out weak sobs while she continues to thrust into you, prolonging your orgasm before she pulled out, resting her cock against your stomach. She trembled slightly as cum starts to stream down from her tip, making a mess. Her hand grip on her cock as she tries to prolong her orgasm, head were tilted up as she let out a sigh before stopping..
Once you gained your composure, you looked up at her, seeing her slowly pulled her sweat pants up as she grabbed a tissue on the coffee table and slowly cleaning the mess on your stomach. You can see a subtle smirk on her face, as if what she did made her proud..
After that, she quickly pulled you for a cuddle, her face were buried against the crook of your neck, leaving a light kisses. You're still dumbfounded at what just happened.. You're still processing everything. You just had sex..! Your mind screamed. Bada noticed your expression which she chuckled. "Did I fuck you good, to the point that you can't process anything?" She asked in a teasing manner.
"You took my—"
"I know. So proud of myself" she said, a hint of cockiness can be heard in her voice. You stared at her in disbelief. "I should clean the couch later... There's a bit of blood on it.." She muttered before nuzzling her face against your neck.. "Should we take a shower? Or maybe another round? You know how I've been wanting to do this?" She started to ramble while leaving some light kisses on your skin.. "I love your moans earlier, tho.. I guess I did good, no? Mmn... Can't believe you made that kind of erotic sound, and it's because of m—"
"Okay shut up..." You said once you quickly pulled away and covered her mouth.. Your cheek reddens when she reminded you of what happened earlier.. She didn't remove your hand and just stare at you with those, hungry eyes.
She felt herself getting hard again. And maybe she can fuck you again, in the bed or maybe in the bathroom.
Guess who's here after a long vacation(not really), I was procrastinating on writing this one. But finally am done. I don't even know how this one is...so yeah.
You broke up, but I didn't.
Bada CEO x employee reader. (Also girlfriends)
Smut. G!p.
Bada walks into your office, closing the door behind her with a soft click. She leans against it, arms crossed over her chest, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she sees you sitting at your desk. "Well, well, well... look who's avoiding their 'ex-girlfriend' today."
You rolled your eyes at her.
Though she calls you 'ex' as you wanted it, since it was a 'breakup', which she didn't really feel since she's always flirting with you, or at least trying to, since you didn't flirt back. For her it was her girlfriend being mad at her after a fight.
It was all because she forgot your birthday and was out for a business meeting in London precisely on that day, and was out of reach, and you yelled and cried over the call and broke up with her. But you can't help but see her face every day since she's the CEO and you're an employee working there.
Bada pushes off from the door and saunters over to your desk, her heels clicking against the floor. She reaches out and gently grabs your chair, spinning you around to face her. "Come on, don't give me that attitude."
She tilts her head, studying your face with those piercing eyes of hers. Her thumb gently brushes against your cheek as she speaks softly. "We used to be so good together... I don't understand why you had to go and break up with me over something so stupid."
"You're a jerk," you said as you couldn't find an insult.
Bada's smirk falters for a moment at your harsh words, but then it returns full force as she leans in closer, her face inches from yours. "Ouch, that hurts coming from you. Especially since I remember exactly how those lips used to kiss instead of throwing harsh words around, I could always use mine to shut you up~"
Your cheeks flush as you try to act nonchalant.
She notices your flustered expression and smiles mischievously, leaning in even closer. "Miss me yet?" Her voice drops lower, more intimate. "Remember how good we were together? How you used to moan my name at night?" Her head tilts slightly, eyes locked with yours.
You bend and escape from the chair she pinned you to. "Shut up," you say, flustered.
She lets out a full-blown laugh at your flustered state, following you around her desk. "Someone's extra sensitive today..." Her heels click behind you as she pursues. "You know what? You're only proving my point more - acting like someone who misses their girlfriend very much."
You stand leaning forward, holding yourself with your palms on the table, as you couldn't stop yourself from being flustered.
Seeing you like this, so vulnerable, pushes her limits. She steps closer, her body pressing against yours from behind as she wraps her arms around your waist. "I could bend you over this table right now... make you forget all about our stupid fight..." Her breath ghosts over your ear.
You look up behind you as you were breathing heavily, "I hate you.."
Her smirk widens. She knows you're not actually mad, just extremely flustered. Her eyes drop to watch your chest rise and fall quickly. She teasingly whispers, "Do you hate me so much that you don't want my touch? That you don't get wet hearing my dirty talk anymore?"
You blush furiously, "Shut up, jerk"
She chuckles softly, her body pressing even closer against yours. "Such harsh words from someone who's clearly turned on." She shifts slightly, letting her hips press against yours briefly before pulling back just enough to keep teasing. "Remember when I used to make you wet with just my words?"
You whimper as you unconsciously move back to try and let your ass meet her groin in search of friction.
She notices your subtle movement and smirks, pressing forward again so you can feel her through her pants. "You're basically begging me to fuck you against this table right now..." Her lips trace along your neck, feeling your pulse racing. "You miss my cock, don't you?"
"Bada...stop...ngh...I hate you..." you say weakly.
She lets out a soft laugh, knowing full well that your protests are growing weaker by the second. "You hate me so much that your body is pushing back against mine?" She grinds against you slightly, feeling your reaction through your clothes. "Your words say one thing, but your body says another."
She bites your earlobe gently, her hands slowly sliding up your sides. "I bet if I slide my hand into your panties right now, I'd find you soaking wet." Her voice is low and seductive, designed to make your knees weak.
You whimper as your eyes were glossy now, grinding your ass back against her front as you look at her, desperation in your eyes.
She smirks, her eyes darkening with desire. "I knew we'd end up like this." She presses harder against you, letting you feel the length of her cock against your ass.
You try to hold yourself steady against the table.
Without warning, she reaches around and hooks her fingers into your skirt, pulling them down. She can feel your wetness through the thin fabric of your panties. She pushes your panties to the side, rubbing it to feel the wetness "Fuck, I've missed this pussy."
"Tell me to stop." Her voice becomes more commanding, one hand pulling her zipper down to free her cock while the other teasingly traces circles near your entrance. "If you really hate me like you say you do..." Her fingers press lightly against your clit, making you gasp. "Then tell me to fuck off."
You whimper "bada..."
Her name on your lips is all the encouragement she needs. She hooks her arm under your thigh, pulling your leg up higher as she positions herself between your legs. With one swift thrust, she pushes her cock inside you, filling you completely. "That's right, take it." She starts moving.
You gasp as your mouth falls open.
She fucks you hard and fast, just like you used to love. She leans in close, her breath hot against your ear. "You're still so fucking tight. I bet no one's touched this pussy since we broke up, have they?" She bites your earlobe.
You whimper.
She reaches up and grabs your throat, squeezing lightly as she continues to pound into you. Her other hand moves to your clit, circling it roughly. "Answer me. Has anyone else been inside this perfect little cunt?" Her movements become more rough, driven by jealousy and possessiveness.
You shake your head as you cry in pleasure.
A feral growl escapes her throat at your response. She pushes you to lay flat on your stomach on the table. She starts fucking you even harder, the table creaking beneath you. "Good girl. This pussy is still mine."
"You remember how deep I can go?" She angles her hips just right, making sure to hit that spot where you can't help but cry out. "Fuck, how I've missed these sounds you make." Her pace becomes rhythmic and intentional, targeting your G-spot with precise strokes.
She watches your face contort with pleasure. She smiles to herself, knowing exactly how to break you down. She pulls out suddenly, making you whimper at the loss. She slaps your ass, "look at that little hole trying to suck me back in~"
Her eyes darken at the sight. She grabs your hips roughly, positioning herself behind you. "Fuck, this view." She slaps your ass hard before grabbing a handful of your flesh and spreading you wide.
She enters your pussy, slow and deep this time. Her hands roam over your curves as she begins to move. One hand slides around your waist to find your clit again, while the other pulls your hair gently. "I've missed fucking this perfect ass and pussy."
You clench around her, gripping her tight.
"Fuck..." Her breath catches, feeling your tightness around her. She increases the pressure on your clit and picks up the pace, knowing exactly how to drive you crazy. "You gonna cum on this dick?" She leans over, teeth grazing your shoulder.
You nods as you flutter around her cock.
She smiles triumphantly, her movements becoming erratic as she chases her own release, determined to make you cum first. "That's it... Take it like a good girl... Fuck, you're gonna make me cum too..." Her hand on your clit moves faster in circles.
You turn your head to look at her "don't pull out...cum in me..."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." She bites her lip, staring into your eyes as she feels herself getting close. She leans back, pushing deep inside you and grinding against your G-spot. "Ngh...what- but-"
You grip her cock tight.
She hisses, knowing that you're trying to make her release. She hits deep inside you again and again.
"Damn it... You do that when I'm trying not to nut..." She spanks your ass softly, then groans, "You want my seed, baby?"
You whimpers and nod.
With a final, powerful thrust, she buries herself deep inside you and cums hard, filling your pussy with her warm, thick cum. She keeps moving slowly, ensuring every drop stays inside you. "Fuck... I love your pussy..." She kisses your neck softly as she comes down from her high.
You flutter around her as you get close too.
Feeling your body respond, she keeps her cock inside you. She slides her hand back to your clit, rubbing it gently but firmly. "Come on, baby. Let me feel that pussy cum all over my dick."
You cry and shudder, cumming hard on her dick, mixing your fluids together.
"Yes... fuck yes..." She continues moving slowly, drawing out your orgasm, loving how your tightening walls squeeze her sensitive cock. "Look at you fucking cumming all over this dick..." She kisses your back, worshipping your body as you shudder through your climax. "Beautiful..."
She slowly pulls out slightly, then pushes back in gently, coating her cock with your combined juices. "Goddamn... Look at this mess..." She grins wickedly and starts thrusting slowly again, mixing everything together inside you.
You look back at her, glaring but with no anger, remembering your fight because of which you 'broke up'.
She sees the unspoken question in your eyes. She captures your lips in a passionate kiss, pouring all her pent-up desire and regret into it.
After the kiss, she rests her forehead against yours, her breath warm on your face. "We were stupid to fight like that... to let something so trivial come between us." Her voice is low and filled with emotion. She pulls back slightly to look into your eyes.
"You still forgot my birthday.."
She winces slightly at the reminder, her expression softening even more. "I know. baby. I fucked up. I was an idiot."
She presses her forehead back against yours, closing her eyes briefly. "I should have been there for you. I should have remembered your birthday."
She starts moving again, this time with more purpose and emotion behind each thrust. "Let me make it up to you... every day for the rest of our lives if I have to." Her hand reaches around to play with your clit while she kisses along your neck. "Please... take me back?"
"You better be ready if I get pregnant...I'm not on pills.." you say, leaning into her touch.
Her eyes widen and a shocked, delighted smile spreads across her face as she freezes, her cock buried deep inside you. "Fuck... you're serious? You're not on birth control?"
You look away, blushing, trying to stay mad as you nod.
She kisses you deeply again, her voice muffled against your lips. "I'll marry you today if that's what it takes." Her hips start moving slowly once more, filling you up completely. "I'll take care of you... of us... of our baby."
"Fuck you but I love you so much, and you better do all the chores and also hire someone else to do all my job at office for forgetting my birthday, and be my wife"
She laughs, a genuine happy laugh as she starts moving faster, her arms wrapping around you to hold you close. "Deal. I'll hire someone... and be your wife... and baby mama." She bites your neck playfully. "Just... forgive me? And take me back?"
You nod and chuckle.
"Damn, I didn't know, all it took for starting a family and getting my girlfriend pregnant was to first fight with her, I would have done this long time ago" she laughs still moving inside you.
"Shut up, as if we weren't gonna do this someday." You say.
"True. I missed your pussy so fucking much." She kisses your neck and wraps her arms around you again, holding you close as she continues to fuck you slowly. "I missed you so much..... you stupid, adorable, annoying, but my perfect girlfriend." She kisses your forehead.
As someone with algophobia and afraid of penetration or getting pregnant, I do write a lot about getting pregnant or having babies😭.
A/N: dear anon, I’m so sorry for taking so long to write this but I do hope you guys enjoy it!! Love you so much and thank you to @jellysaidshit for helping with the title!! ♡
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You walk around the room, carefully dusting off your boss's trophies and art. You softly caress the marble trophy to ensure it's spotless. Perfect.
It had been almost two years since you started working for the Lee couple. At first, you felt awkward and weird, but as the days passed, you got used to being there. The husband was somewhat kind, and he would work from home.
The lady was out-of-this-world sweet and caring. She offered to let you live there to make things easier for you, and even paid for your college tuition when you told her you wanted to finish your career.
She was always so down-to-earth despite being such a powerful CEO. She didn't have a big house or a thousand maids. She didn't yell at her husband or ignore you. There was not a single negative thing you could say about her.
As you walked to the chair at her desk, you noticed how comfortable it looked. Curiosity got the best of you, and you sat down. It truly was comfortable. You smiled as you felt relief, but the sound of the loud doorbell interrupted your peace.
You ran downstairs and opened the door.
"Ms. Lee, you should've told me, and I'd have gotten them out of the car. Here, let me help," you said, and you tried to take the box from her hands.
"Oh, don't mind that. Why would I bother you if I can do it myself?" she said and took the box to the dining table.
"Where is my husband?" she asked. You stuttered.
"He is in his room. He's been there all day. I offered him breakfast and lunch, but he made me take it to his room." You said as you fiddled with your fingers. He always made you uncomfortable, but you didn't say anything for fear of losing your job.
"Did he now?" she said as she looked towards the hall.
"Well, I have something for you," she said and ripped the box open.
"This is the new clothing collection. We collaborated with Disney, and the clothes looked super cute. I want you to have this," she said as she placed a stack of neatly folded and packaged clothes.
"Oh, Ms. Lee! You shouldn't have. They are beautiful," you said as you looked at the clothes.
"I'm glad you liked them. And call me Bada. We've been over this," she said. You nodded.
"I have to finish cleaning now, but thank you for everything," you said. After a few minutes, you could hear shouts. You froze in your spot. The yelling was clear.
Bada was yelling at her husband. He was yelling back, calling her names and cursing.
"Don't you ever call her into your filthy room again. I told you we didn't need a housekeeper, and now you want her to do everything for you."
"Whatever. You're just insecure and jealous of the pretty girl, aren't you?" A loud slap was heard.
You walked away when you heard the shouting come to a halt.
-
The next few days were the same. The fighting and arguing were constant each day, and Mr. Lee seemed to be working in person now, since he would spend more time outside of the house.
You, of course, minded your business and did what you were meant to do, but every day you'd see Bada sit on the couch sipping on her wine and reading. She sat there, legs wide open, with an unbuttoned blouse.
You couldn't help but let your thoughts wander, causing very inappropriate images to play in your mind. Thoughts like straddling her, making out with her, or even having her on top of you.
These thoughts would lead you to self-pleasure, late at night, alone in your room. You tried your best to muffle your moans, but you couldn't help but moan her name softly as you touched your nipples and pressed your fingers against your clit, imagining it was her hand doing so.
-
A few days passed. It was their anniversary, so you did what was instructed for their special day. You made a nice meal, cleaned the dining room, and set up candles. You selected Bada's favorite wine and made sure everything was perfect.
Even your clothing choice was perfect. A flowy white dress with corset spaghetti straps that hugged your figure at the top.
While you were adding the finishing touches to the food, Mr. Lee began descending the stairs. His eyes were glued on you.
"Wow... what's the occasion?" he asked as we walked behind you.
"You should know, Sir," you said coldly, trying to back away from him.
"I don't like your attitude. Tell my wife I won't be back home today, and I want you gone from this house tomorrow morning, you got that?" he said, grabbing your arm.
You didn't say anything and just glared at him. He scoffed before walking out the door. You took a deep breath of relief and sat down.
A few minutes later, Bada walked through the door.
"Hi, Y/N. How was your day today?" she asked softly, walking behind you to see what you were doing.
"Um... it... It was great. I am just finishing the touches on your dinner," you replied.
"Oh, let me help," she took off her blazer and rolled up her already short sleeves. Her muscles were now exposed, making you go crazy.
"No, it's fine. It's your wedding anniversary today, and everything is ready," you said, trying to push the thoughts away.
"Oh, that's today? I'll go get Mr. Lee then," she said as she began walking towards the stairs.
"Mr. Lee said he wouldn't be home tonight. I also understand that I am being let go, but can I please get a few more days?" you said as you fiddled with your fingers.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, Mr. Lee said that I should be gone by tomorrow morning, and I am sorry to say this, but I heard you tell him you never intended to hire me, so I understand. But I need a few days to find another place. Please, Ms. Lee," she sighed and moved closer to you.
"Darling, I am not firing you. You have a home here for as long as you want to. Don't pay any mind to what he says. The reason why I got so upset that day is because I-" She stopped and looked away, feeling ashamed by her thoughts.
"I just... gosh, why am I like this? I didn't want him to touch you or even breathe near you because I got jealous... of him. I wanted to be the one you looked at and greeted when I got home. I didn't want him to hurt you in any way. Please don't take things the wrong way. I just really like you. A lot," she said. Her cheeks turned a soft shade of pink.
Soon enough, your emotions took over, and you pecked her on the lips. Too shy to do anything, you tried to hide away, but she pulled you back.
You two shared a passionate kiss as she picked you up and sat you on the counter. Never breaking the kiss, her hands roamed your body, and yours rested on her neck, pulling her closer for a deeper kiss.
After a few minutes, you two broke the kiss to gasp for air, and she smiled.
"I'm sorry, but I've been waiting to do that for so long," she said as she looked away. You used your hands to cup her face, locking eyes with her.
"Bada, I wanted this as much as you did. Please take me," you said. Your tone was now lower and more seductive.
She didn't hesitate to remove your clothes and slowly made her way down, kissing your tummy slowly until she made it to your core.
She softly kissed your core and began licking and sucking on your bud. Your legs rested on her shoulders, and your hand was now tangled in her soft hair. Soft moans escaped your lips as she moved her tongue in such a magical way.
"Was it what you imagined, darling?" she asked. Your face got flustered as you saw how wet her lips and chin were. You didn't realize you were that needy for her.
"You... you've heard me?" you asked. Now, you were shyly looking away.
"All of those nights... you were calling my name," she used her long and slim fingers to rub on your clit. Your wetness created a heavenly feeling, as it allowed her fingers to move more easily.
"I thought it was all part of my imagination. Now, I know how needy you were for me. Look at this, sweetheart," she lifted her fingers, displaying the slick from your folds.
"Bada, stop that... It's embarrassing," you said. She chuckled and slowly began moving her fingers inside of you. The feeling was better than ever as her thumb circulated your clit.
"mmh, Bada... ah, yes. Mh more. Bada, please." You moaned. You could hear her soft grunts and profanity as she buried her face on your boobs.
"So pretty. I love you so much," she said, making your tummy do flips with those simple words. You came all over her fingers.
"Good girl. You did so well, baby," she said as she kissed your lips. She waited till you came down from your orgasm to help you down. She cleaned you up and fixed the kitchen. Then she took you to her room and got in bed with you, cuddling you closer.
"Please don't leave me," you mumbled as sleep took you in its arms.
"Wouldn't think of it, darling," she kissed your head before you went to sleep.
-
The following morning, you woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon. You blushed and smiled at last night's memories. As you walked down the stairs in one of her night gowns, you stopped when you saw Bada leaning on the counter where she had made you see the stars.
But Mr. Lee was sitting right across from her. His collar was wrinkled, there were pinkish wine stains on his shirt, and his hair looked messed up.
You were about to make your way back up and hide, but Bada saw you and smiled.
"My love. Come, I made breakfast," she said as she walked towards you. She held your hand and kissed it softly before pulling you towards the counter. You were scared of his reaction. Your eyes were glued on him out of fear, but Bada held your jaw and planted a deep kiss on your lips.
"What is this?" he asked in a soft voice as he drank water.
"Do you want some fruit?" she asked, and you nodded.
"WHAT IS THIS!? I am being disrespected in my own house!" he shouted, and you jumped.
"Your house? Don't make me laugh. You don't have any money, you bum. Your mom somehow managed to trick my parents, thinking you were a good match for me, thinking you could take some of my money. Well, guess what? I want a divorce," Bada said.
"Whatever. It's not like you ever gave me what I needed. No love, sex, or anything that benefited me. So sure, I'll sign the divorce. But I want half of everything," he said. You stood there motionless and shocked.
"You moron. You signed a Prenup. Take your things and go, and I want you gone from this house tomorrow morning, you got that?" She used the same words he used on you.
"Crazy bitch! You will pay for that!" he shouted and stormed out of the house.
"Bada..." you said as you held her shirt.
"Shh. It's going to be okay, sweet girl. Don't worry about a thing," she hugged you tightly, and you finally felt the sense of safety you longed for. In Bada's arms.
