Warnings: lowercase intended, mention of the n word, mentions of smoking, language
Summary: Bada is meeting her black gf’s family for the first time
a/n: yall i’ve been wanting to publish this for SO LONG it’s been sitting in my drafts for MONTHS also idk if y’all really need to know but i feel like if i don’t say sum yall might cancel me😭but i am a black girl chat-
i don’t have a song but here’s one i grew up listening to at family reunions
“okay bada remember what i told you?” you say, checking your lashes.
“they’re loud and ghetto but it’s okay i can just follow you around?” she says with a hint of uncertainty.
“exactly.”
you two walk in hand and hand and man you were not kidding when you said your family was loud. bada could hear the music the moment you stepped out of the car.
“my baby is home!” your mother yells, pulling you in for a hug. “who’s this?” she asks, eying bada suspiciously.
“my girlfriend bada. i told you about her.” you say.
“hello.” bada says quietly, bowing.
“mhm..” your mother says. “since when you like white girls?”
“ma!” you roll your eyes, “we’re gonna go eat and see other people.” you grab bada’s hand and walk away.
“she’s scary.” bada mumbles and you nod, agreeing.
you bring her to the food table and hold her close, “i’m not too sure what all you’ll like. but you can try things from my plate.” you say grabbing a plate for you and handing her one. you’re putting stuff on her plate when one of your cousins walk up to you.
“y/n you went though this house without saying hi to me? your fc?” he says.
“i’m tryna get my baby fed. she hasn’t eaten all day.” you say half hugging him so you don’t drop your plate.
“this her? she tall.” he says. “you give her the pass?”
“stop playing with me.”
“i’m just asking.” he laughs. “finna go find unc. you tryna-“
“no.” you cut him off. he shrugs and walk away.
“what’s the pass?” bada asks. “and what was he asking?”
“the n word baby, and he was asking if i wanted to go smoke.”
“you smoke?”
“not since we started dating. let’s go outside.” you lead her to the backyard where everyone else was. you find an empty chair and let her sit before getting comfortable on her lap.
you spent ten minutes explaining the food on the plate to her.
“baked beans? they don’t look baked.”
“bada honey just eat.”
soon they finished and went to walk around some more.
“uh uh y/n who’s this white girl?” you heard your aunt ask.
“hello to you too aunt gwen.” you sigh. “this is my girlfriend. her name is bada.”
bada bows and whispers out a hello.
“why she bowing?” she says with attitude.
“don’t be ignorant.” you say. “let’s go to the circle.” you say grabbing her and pulling her away from your aunt. “i’m sorry honey i forgot how ignorant they can be. are you uncomfortable?”
“no i’m okay… i kinda want to dance.” she says, enjoying the music.
cardi b’s money starts to fade in as the dj, your dad, scratches the record. “go ahead baby.” you urge pushing her towards the middle of the circle where everyone is crowding around one of your cousins. you push her in as the song starts to play and you watch her dance.
you scan the crowd watching them at first not fuck with it until they realize she hitting every beat and the rest was history. they immediately start hyping her up especially when the chorus starts and she starts moving her hips.
“okay! who brought this white girl?!” someone laughs from the side.
“ahh that’s y/n girlfriend!” your favorite cousin says, approaching the circle.
bada gets shy and runs up to you ‘hiding’ behind your shorter frame.
“stop it bada. they fuck with you.” you say happily.
your mother approaches and holds out her hand for bada to take and pulls her in for a hug.
“welcome to the family baby.”
Taglist(open!): @yuyuyuuuuchlo @luvleyk
a/n pt2: fun fact, my aunt actually called my mom white girl (she’s not even white just light skinned)
Summary: it’s bada’s birthday, it’s your turn to do her right.
listen to Birthday Sex by Jeremih
after what bada did for your birthday, it was only right you went all out for hers. your tall sexy girlfriend deserved everything and you were gonna give it to her.
you just finished decorating your shared room, rose petals and balloons all around. it seems corny but this is what bada wants. she’s been asking for this for a special occasion. you hang the two and the nine balloons next to each other sighing as you notice they’re crooked.
“stupid ass balloons.” you huff. you fix them and put the finishing touches on the room before smiling. “okay i ate.” you snap a few pictures before you get the message from lusher stating she’s on her way with bada. “perfect timing.”
fifteen minutes later, bada is coming in, gifts in her arms. “baby! the girls got me so much stuff!” she says happily.
you walk to her, smiling. “yeah? what did you get?”
“a few hats, shoes, couple shirts. snacks…. some notes on index cards. they’re so cute.” she giggles, kissing you.
“notes? let’s read them.” you say sitting at the kitchen table with her.
“hmm… okay this one says bada… that’s it. sowon- sowon put a question mark. this one says y/n, marry, you, lee, will. this doesn’t make sense-“ she huffs.
“maybe it’s supposed to say something?” you ask, cocking your head to the side.
she stares at the cards, rearranging them. “okay this makes sense. ‘bada lee will you marry y/n?’ it makes sense. i’m so smart.”
you stare at her, falling in love with her all over again as she cluelessly reads the sentence. “bada…” you say softly.
“hm?” bada looks up at you then back at the cards. “oh… OH! wait… wait y/n no… no this is not real.”
you grab her hand, guiding her to the bedroom. she gasps as she sees the balloons and flowers around the room. her eyes then fall to the bed, rose petals in a heart with a ring in the middle of it.
“y/n…” bada whimpers out, tears in her eyes.
“will you marry me bada?” you whisper, holding her hips.
“oh my god yes. i will. i-i will please i-“ you cut her off with a kiss, grabbing the ring from the bed. you slowly slide it on her finger, kissing her again. “can’t wait till you’re mrs. l/n-lee.” you say. “sit down, let me get a few pictures of you.” you say grabbing your phone.
you take pictures of her on the bed, next to the balloons, and of course some with her ring on display.
bada smiles, kissing you. “hey.. do i get birthday sex too?”
“duh. how do you want it?” you ask.
“slow and loving to celebrate the engagement, rough and backbreaking to celebrate my birthday.” she responds.
you lay her on the bed, the petals scattering around you both. slowly, you strip her, kissing down her body. she whines softly, biting her lip. your hands spread her thighs apart and you immediately start licking her cunt.
“y/n~” she whines. “oh god…”
“shhh i got you i’ll take care of you…” you whisper against her thigh before sucking her clit.
you slowly devour her and she writhes on the bed under you. her hand reaches down and she starts rubbing your head but as her orgasm approaches, her fingers grip your hair tight. she moans loud and her back arches.
“gonna cum for me my love?” you ask, pushing two fingers into her hole, pressing right against her gspot.
“yes… oh yes yes..f-fuck!” she cries out, cumming on your face.
you slide your fingers out slowly and gently lap at her cunt. “there you go..” you whisper, crawling back up to kiss her deeply.
she pulls back and slides her hands under your shirt. “okay… slow and loving is over. i need you.”
you laugh before grabbing her and turning her over roughly. you grab your strap, pulling it on and pushing into her. “there you go. this what you wanted?”
“mmm not really i wanted it r-“ bada cuts herself off with a loud squeal as you pound into her hard and fast, her back arching deeply.
“oh god… t-that’s so good. please.. oh my god please!” she moans.
you spread her legs, spanking her as you slam into her spot repeatedly. “so good for me. does it feel good birthday girl?”
you adjust your position, pushing her back so she arches even deeper than before. you tangle your hand in her hair as you repeatedly slam into her, her thighs trembling.
“oh my god gonna.. cum.” she gasps out each word in sync with your thrusts.
“cum for me honey.” you say softly. bada cries out and cums hard all over your strap on.
you slowly pull out, grabbing a baby wipe to clean her up. she lays on the bed, whimpering softly as she comes down from her high.
you pull her into your arms, rubbing her back as she calms her breathing. “happy birthday my pretty girl.” you whisper.
“thank you..”
Taglist: open!
a/n: guys i’m alive! i’m soooo sorry i don’t be writing i work wayyyyyy too much! enjoy this late bday post for our tall sexy gf. it’s late because i took her out for her birthday sorry guys she had all my attention💔also i don’t remember who was on my taglist so if you want to be on it comment! as far as my requests go, i’ll start working on them!
Warnings: 18+(MDNI), language, lowercase intended, cheater bada
Summary: bada couldn’t say no
listen to Say No to This from Hamilton
why the fuck would i do this? why would i ruin my relationship like this? i’m happy. i was happy. my life was perfect. but i just couldn’t… say no.
two weeks earlier
“baby when do you come home?” my girlfriend asks from our facetime call. her pretty face pouting.
“in another week my love.” i say smiling. “i’ll call you tomorrow you should get some sleep.” i blow a kiss through the screen and hang up, getting up to get ready and go out with the rest of my team.
“bada are you ready?” lusher calls out.
“yeah here i come!”
we arrive at the club and i look around at some of the other dancers that are there. i recognize most of them, i took a few of their classes. everyone is taking shots and enjoying themselves when she walks in.
i’ve never looked at someone else. never wanted anyone else, i love my girlfriend with everything in me. but she caught my attention and i can’t look away. the way she walks so confidently. her head held high with her heels and short black dress. her legs are perfect. her hair braided to the back, beads hanging from them. she smiles and my heart skips a beat.
i lean over to kyma, “do you know who she is?” i whisper.
kyma looks up, “oh yeah! that’s y/n! she’s a new dancer. she just got accepted into mannequeen since yoonji is moving away.”
i nod, sipping whatever fruity drink tatter bought for me.
two hours pass and i tried to ignore her presence but eventually i look up and see her backed into a corner with a guy, looking very uncomfortable. i get up and walk over, “y/n! i haven’t seen you in so long! how are you?” i ask.
she looks up and hugs me. fuck she smells like caramel and vanilla. “hey bada! i missed you so much! i’m good!” she replies, her voice angelic.
the guy ends up walking away and she lets out a breath, “thank you. god he was so pushy.” she giggles. “well you know my name, but formally, i’m y/n. of course i know you.” she pauses, “sorry i ramble when i’m tipsy, thank you for saving me. i’m gonna go home.”
i hesitate, “it’s late and you’re tipsy.. let me get you an uber.” i offer.
“my house is right around the corner. i’m walking.” she says.
“well that guy could be around. let me at least walk you home.” i say.
she nods and waves to her friends. we walk out together and i notice the same guy outside. i make sure there's distance between them as we walk to her home, looking back to make sure he isn’t following.
once we arrive at her home she leans against the door, “thank you for walking me home.” she says softly, a smile on her face.
“of course. that guy was outside and i didn’t want you to be harassed.” i reply, watching her unlock the door.
“want some water?” she asks. suddenly my throat is dry. i nod and she motions for me to come inside. she hands me a bottle of water and i drink half of it.
“i should get back to my… team.” i say. she leans against the arm of her sofa and looks at me with siren eyes, her heeled foot seductively rubbing my leg. “stay?”
how do i say no to this?
she stands and leans against me. damn her body feels great. i don’t know how to say no to this… i need to leave. i need to go.
then she kisses me.
my morals fly out the window and i kiss her back, picking her up and laying her on the couch. my hands roam her body and her hands find my hair.
clothes are off and soon i’m kneeling between her legs, my tongue on her clit, fingers knuckle deep in her. her moans are high pitched and loud. she pulls my hair and her back arches. “yes!” she cries out.
my mind is blank as i eat her out, focusing solely on pleasing this siren in front of me. she cries out loudly and i know i found her spot. her thighs shake and i lift them on my shoulders, holding her close. i want her to cum all over my face. “please. all over me baby.” i whisper against her clit.
she lets out a loud, pornographic moan and cums on my face. once she comes down, it starts to dawn on me what’s going on and what i just did. but before i could get too into my head, our positions are switched and she’s now between my legs, eating me out as if i was the first meal she’s had in days. i moan loudly, grinding up against her face. “please.” i gasp out, my back arching.
“please what? tell me what to do.” she says and fuck. fuck.
i should’ve said no to this.
“use your fingers.. make me cum baby.” i breath out. she puts two fingers in me, immediately finding my spot. i bite my lip, closing my eyes. my breath hitches and i let out a low moan, cumming on her face.
in my post orgasm haze, i realize what just happened.
“fuck.” i say, sitting up. i scramble to put my clothes back on, pushing my hair back out of my face. “fuck fuck fuck!” i rush out her home and get an uber back to my hotel.
once i get there i get in the shower and hyperventilate. it doesn’t stop there. i get dressed and sit in bed, still breathing heavily, my face red.
why didn’t i say no?
Taglist (open!): @yuyuyuuuuchlo @luvleyk
a/n: man i’m obsessed with hamilton right now. i have two more posts coming soon based off hamilton songs.
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), smoking, penetrative sex, lowercase intended, language, cute names, top!bada, bottom!reader, reader is a dickhead lowkey but not to bada
Summary: it’s y/n’s birthday. ofc bada gon do her right.
a/n: it’s actually my birthday🤭here’s my gift to y’all. my gift FROM y’all? blow this mf up pls!
Song to listen to: Birthday Sex by Jeremih
“i’m so pissed i have to work on my fucking birthday.” you said into the phone standing outside your job taking a smoke break.
“i know my love but you only have a few more hours left. when you get home i’ll have dinner ready, movies and wine, and i’ll run you a bath. does that sound good?” bada asks softly. she knows how upset you are and she doesn’t want to say anything that could make you more upset.
“yeah that sounds amazing.” you inhale the black n mild between your fingers and flick the ashes blowing out the smoke. “i just wish i was in bed with you right now. i’m tired. i asked for it off they told me no. i asked someone to switch shifts they said no. i was gonna call off but they said i’d get written up and i already have two fucking write ups for punching a customer and telling my manager to suck my dick. well that’s not why- i said suck my dick and she said i don’t have one and i replied with “yeah but my girlfriend has a big ass strap and i’d shove it so far down your throat it’ll come out your ass.” then i got written up.”
bada blinks, “y/n you did not tell me that.”
“i know. fuck i gotta go i love you.” you put out the black and hang up when bada returns the words of affection.
hours later you look at the time and and sigh. “fucking finally.”
“y/n i need you to stay an extra-“ you cut your manager off.
“nah bro it’s my birthday and i want to go the fuck home. you and these customers can eat my shorts.” you clock out and dip the fuck out. hopping in your car and speeding out the parking lot bumping your music loudly.
when you get home, you mouth waters at the smell of pasta in the air. “bada?” you say kicking off your shoes.
“hi my love! how was work?” she asks from the kitchen.
“terrible. i hate it there.” you hug her from behind. “i missed you.”
“i missed you more. go sit down i’ll make your plate.” she says, rubbing your knuckles.
once she sets the plate in front of you, you practically moan tasting the alfredo on your tongue.
“is it good?” she asks.
“fucking amazing. i love you.” you say wiping sauce off your mouth with a napkin.
bada once again asks about your day and you tell her everything. you start with the customer you called a dickhead for commenting on how your boobs looked in your work shirt and end with your boss asking you to stay another hour. by now you guys are in the bathroom waiting for the tub to fill up.
“i told her to eat my shorts.” you say, stripping out of your clothes.
bada laughs, turning off the water. “you’re gonna get fired. get in the tub.”
you shrug, “i don’t care i hate her.” a moan leaves your mouth again as you sink into the tub. “can i smoke?” you ask.
she’s never been a fan of you smoking so she doesn’t let you do it in the house but, “since it’s your birthday, i’ll allow it.” she goes and pulls a black from your purse and the lighter she had custom made for your last birthday.
“thank you. i’ll brush my teeth again to get the taste out for when we kiss.” you say lighting it.
her face scrunches at the smell but she remains in the bathroom. she puts her hand in the water running it up and down your leg that isn’t exposed. “i wish we could’ve spent all day together.” she says quietly.
“i know honey i do too. i would quit but i don’t have anything lined up right now.” you sigh.
“we need a receptionist at justjerk… i can put in a good word for you.” she says trailing her fingers up your thigh.
“you’re saying one thing but you’re thinking about something else.” you blow smoke, putting your cigar out.
“you had a stressful day. i just wanna make you feel better.” she says dragging her fingers further up your thigh. “and it’s your birthday..”
she pulls the drain plug and helps you stand, taking down the shower head so she can rinse the bubbles off you. she moves it further down, holding it against your clit for a second before moving down your legs.
a soft whine escapes your lips and bada’s head snaps up. “was that a whine?” she smirks.
usually you’re the dominate one. loud, assertive, all that. especially in bed. man does bada like that. occasionally you’ll let bada top, like when she’s mad and needs to let out steam (which is damn near never. she’s always so happy and giggly.) but, hearing you whine woke something up inside her. now she kinda wants to pin you down and pound into you until you cum all over the bed.
you don’t respond, biting your lip. bada doesn’t like that. “i asked a question.”
your thighs clench as you look down at her, “yes…it was a whine.” you mumble.
she giggles kissing your nose. “come on let’s go in the room.” helping you out, bada wraps you in a towel and guides you to the room. after you brush your teeth of course.
you sit on the bed quietly as bada re-emerges from the closet with her strap in hand. your eyes close at the thought of her using it on you. it’s been awhile and that thing is huge.
bada pushes you back against the bed opening your towel. you put your legs up, spreading them wide for her. you’re dripping onto the towel as you watch her put the strap on.
“bada..” you whine out, “please fuck me.” please fuck me? who are you right now y/n? since when do you beg???
another giggle leaves bada’s lips as she runs the tip of her strap over your clit. she slowly pushes it in, taking her time cause she knows it’s been too long since you bottomed.
tears fill your eyes as she pushes into you. “fuck.” you whisper, covering your face.
“shhh, you’re okay. i’ll go slow.” she says pushing in deeper but at a very slow pace.
“oh god bada wait.” you say when she’s in all the way.
she leans over and plants a kiss on your forehead. “take your time. we have all night.”
after a few minutes you nod your head and bada starts thrusting slowly. you gasp feeling her hit your spot head on. you open your mouth to say something but your phone cuts you off.
“fuck who the fuck..” you go to reach for it but bada grabs you, pinning you down to the bed. “don’t touch that fucking phone.”
you moan in response as her thrusts speed up. your thighs shake and you writhe on the bed. “oh fuck bada just like that!” you scream as she starts pounding into you. “feels.. fuck. you- oh my god..”
“can’t even form sentences. my dumb birthday girl.” bada pants, holding your wrists with one hand and using the other to rub your swollen clit with her long fingers.
you let out another scream as you r body spasms. “cum.. bada c-cum.” you say. you’re supposed to be asking her if you can… or telling her you have to. you’re not too sure anymore. you’re just thinking about the feeling of her thick strap hitting your gspot so good.
“cum for me baby… i need a big mess to clean up.” she giggles, lifting your leg on her shoulder.
her giggles make you moan louder. you clench around the strap, cumming hard. your vision goes white and your leg shakes on her shoulder. “fuck bada pull out it’s too much.”
she does as you ask and bites her lip as she watches your cum squirt out of you. she now remembers why you hate bottoming.
“fuck the bed is gonna be all wet and we’ll have to sleep in the guest room.” you whine out when you come down from your high.
“baby.. relax. you came on the towel. the bed is fine.” bada says taking off the strap. like always, she kneels down and starts licking the cum off your thighs and your cunt making sure you’re not too sticky before you go to bed.
you moan loudly. you feel clean but she keeps eating you out. “OKAY- big thirsty ass that’s enough.” you moan pushing her head back. “you got it all up.”
she pouts, “but you taste good.”
“let me rest. wake me up in an hour and i’ll let you eat me out till your heart gives out.” you mutter closing your eyes.
“happy birthday my love.” she whispers as you fall asleep.
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), lowercase intended, language, cheater!bada, bottom!bada, bada is married to h*wl, bada has a daughter, top!reader, lonely bada, she also cries, appearance from itzy’s yuna
Summary: bada is lonely, you fix that.
Part 2 Here
you absolutely loved children. ever since you were fifteen when you started babysitting for your neighbor that’s when you knew. you actually wanted to start your own daycare but you wanted a degree so you decided to take a few online classes in early childhood education. but, going to college meant you need money for books and such so you never stopped babysitting. but your usual child’s father came back into her life making you jobless once again, so when you received a text from an unknown number stating she got your number from her friend you jumped with joy. and that’s how you started working for bada lee and her husband.
on your first day, you pull up to the extremely big house, you’re nervous. you keep thinking, what if i lose this kid in this big ass house.
there’s a tall woman and a slightly shorter male standing in the doorway holding a little girl. she looks about seven. you step out of the uber and approach the little family. “hi i’m y/n. i’m looking for ms. lee?”
“that’s me.” she steps out shaking your hand. “you can call me bada. this is my husband howl, not his real name but as a dancer it’s just what he goes by, and our daughter chaeyoung. come in.”
you follow the woman in and dude when i tell you this house is huge. you could probably fit three semi trailers stacked on top of each other in here. with the wheels still on and everything. you’re too busy admiring the house to hear what bada is saying.
“got that y/n?” is all you hear.
“huh? oh i’m… im sorry i was admiring your house i didn’t hear a thing. could you… repeat that?” you say shyly.
“oh no problem. this is a list of people you can call if you can’t get in touch with either of us. always try lusher first she’s my best friend she’ll always be able to get ahold of me. i’ll be out at the studio a lot this month because i’m choreographing a few comebacks and howl is getting ready to go to japan to teach some classes. i will be back around nine tonight. here’s chae’s bedtime routine. she’ll try to stay up past eight thirty, if she fights let her because she’ll fall asleep in the next five minutes. you can just lay a blanket over her on the couch and i’ll carry her to the room when i come back. is that too much at one time?” bada asks after literally vomiting a shit ton of information.
“no no i think i got it all. also, if you’re gonna be dancing, i don’t mind carrying her to her room. you’ll be tired and probably want to shower, i can handle it.” you say smiling.
“if you can i’d appreciate it. oh we have to go. chae you be good for y/n okay? i mean it.” bada says crouching in front of the girl who just nods in response before hugging her mother tight and hugging her father’s leg.
soon, it’s just you and her. boy did she give you a run for your money. you did lose her in the house while playing hide n seek. she made you play dress up with her. she took your phone and hid it, spilled apple juice everywhere, and even went into her parent’s room and took one of her mom’s lipsticks.
by now it’s eight thirty and she surprisingly went to bed without an issue, which you were grateful for because now you have to clean the mess in the kitchen and living room.
“hi i’m home.. y/n?” you hear bada say.
“kitchen!” you respond.
“what.. happened?”
“oh she spilled apple juice. this- here. she took this from your room. um, do you mind calling my phone?” you mumble.
bada sighs and goes into a room before coming out with your phone in hand. “i’m sorry she did this to the last babysitter, and the one before. if you don’t want to continue just let me know okay?” she says helping you clean the apple juice.
you look up at her and see the sweat dripping down her face, the tired look in her eyes. she’s obviously struggling. “what time should i be here tomorrow?”
her eyes light up and she smiles brightly. “um, same time okay? it’ll just be me and her, my husband will be gone early.”
“i’ll be here. go shower. i’ll finish up and make my way out of here.” you pick up the used paper towel, throwing it in the garbage.
thirty minutes later she emerges from the bathroom dressed in a new pair of sweats and a tank with her wet hair flowing down her back.
“i’ll get your uber home. can you put your address in here?”
*
now it’s been four months and man, the feelings you feel towards this woman are crazy.
“she’s just so.. fine, yuna.” you say to your best friend. “when she comes home from the studio and she’s dripping with sweat. you know how hard it is to not jump on her?”
yuna laughs, “isn’t she married?”
“yes but… come on. her husband is never really there. she’s always tired and probably sexually frustrated. i could fix that for her for real.” you say taking the drink from her.
“that’s mine.” she sighs, “well are you gonna go for it?”
“i don’t know, should i? what if i get fired?” you say.
“then you get fired. come on i’ll drop you off. it’s almost time.”
once you arrive at the house, you knock and wait, watching yuna pull off. bada opens the door and looks at you surprised. “y/n? what are you doing here?”
you blink, “it’s.. saturday?”
“oh! oh i’m so sorry. first come in.” she steps to the side, “i’m sorry, chaeyoung is with her grandmother for today. i thought i told you. probably forgot i was doing so much this morning. i feel so bad you probably ubered here, let me pay you for that and i’ll get you one back.”
“my friend dropped me off. i can ask her to come get me.” you say sending a quick text to yuna.
“well have you eaten? let me get you something.” she says.
“i’m okay i’m not hungry.” at least, not for food.
“well.. here’s a water bottle. i’m so sorry.”
“it’s okay bada. my schedule is open.” you look at the reply from yuna and sigh. “actually could you get the uber? my friend is busy, she won’t be able to come get me for at least an hour or so.. unless you don’t mind me waiting?”
“i don’t mind. i actually wanted to talk to you about chaeyoung.” she says sitting next to you.
“what is it?”
“i’m not too sure what you’re doing but.. she used to be terrible in school, behavior wise, and ever since you came along it’s changed. what are you doing with her? what can i do to make sure she doesn’t act that way once you get your degree and stop working for me?” bada sighs, leaning back on the couch.
“bada,” you turn your body to face her, “the issue with chae is you don’t give her enough attention. i know both you and howl work a lot. it happens. but she tells me all the time how she wishes at least you were here more often. she’s lonely. it’s only her and you stick her with a bunch of strangers. she told me she feels happy when i’m here because even tho i’m leaving, i still make her happy because i’m giving her the attention she craves.”
bada wipes a tear from her cheek, “i try. it’s just hard. i want to be here. then howl took that stupid job traveling to different countries like he doesn’t have a wife and child at home. i feel like i’ve been snapping at her which is why i sent her with her grandmother. i wanted to.. be with my husband and he’s not even here he went to america. i wanted to talk to him about this.”
you pull bada in for a hug and rub her back as she cries into your shoulder. “you’re doing the best you can, bada. you can’t be too hard on yourself. howl should’ve thought about that before he left. he needs to understand you need help.” you say softly.
bada pulls back and looks at you, “you really think i’m doing my best?”
“i do.”
there’s a tension filled silence as you look at each other. you don’t know what fueled you but you lean in and kiss her on her lips before pulling back quickly. “oh shit i’m sorry you’re married-“
she cuts you off with another kiss gripping your shirt. this one is a lot more desperate. “please…” she mumbles against your lips. “i need this please.. please don’t go.” she whines.
“your room.” you say and she stands up pulling you into the bedroom she shared with howl.
she pushes you on the bed and climbs on top of you finding your lips again as your hands trail under her shirt. you pull it off her and she whines.
“relax baby, i’ll make you feel good, just be patient.” you turn her on her back kissing her neck and down to her chest. lifting up her bra you attach to her nipple, sucking gently and she moans. you pinch the other one with your fingers and her hips buck up against you, looking for friction.
“keep your hips down.” you whisper, kissing down her stomach. you leave marks on her hip bones and she moans your name.
“y/n please… please i want you so bad!” she writhes on the bed.
you pull her shorts off and she’s not wearing anything under them. “made this easy for me huh? oh you’re so wet for me bada.” you run a finger over her clit and her leg jerks. you put her leg on your shoulder and make eye contact with her. “can i?”
“please y/n please do- OH!” she moans out when your tongue makes contact with her clit. her hands clutch the sheets as you suck on her clit, sticking two fingers in her.
her breath hitches and she lets out loud moans, “oh my god s-so good! please more!”
you insert another finger curling them up into her spot. she lets out a squeal. “why are you so good at this?” she moans, hands going to your hair as she fucks herself onto your fingers. “i’m cumming!”
you speed up your fingers, flicking your tongue skillfully and she cums with a scream, your name falling off her lips.
you pull your hand out giving her a minute to breathe. “you okay?” you run her lower stomach gently.
“i need… more. please? i have.. have toys in my sock drawer.” she pants.
you walk over to where she points and find a different array of toys. “oh you’re kinky.”
“please use whatever you want. make me your slut. please.” she whines.
you bite your lip, grabbing the dildo, a vibrator, and some handcuffs. “you mind?”
“oh please!” she moves her hands to the headboard, letting you cuff her to it. “i-i can eat you out while you fuck me. you can sit on my face.”
you shiver at the thought before stripping and doing what she wants. her tongue skillfully explores you and you question how she let a man trap her with a tongue like that? you lean forward and put the dildo in her, immediately thrusting it in and out of her while putting the vibrator on her swollen clit. she moans into you and pulls at the cuffs. you’re worried she might be uncomfortable so you lift up but she whines loudly. “i’m not finished!”
you sit back down, thrusting the toy faster and turning up the speed on the vibrator. you let out a moan trying not to grind on her face. you move when she starts to mumble something.
“what did you say baby?”
“use me. use me to get yourself off. make me your personal tuck toy.” she moans out.
you moan as you move back onto her face doing as she asks all while you fuck into her tight count with the dildo. you’re close and you know she’s close from the way her moans get higher. she latches onto your clit sucking roughly as you pound the dildo into her gspot and you’re both cumming with loud moans. you remove the toys and she squirts all over her bed. you get off her and rub her clit, helping her ride out her high.
“okay! okay i’m done i can't…i’m done please!” she moans pulling the cuffs.
“give me one more. let me make sure you’re 100% satisfied. you might not get it this good for a while.” you whisper.
she whimpers and cums one last time, her juices flow out of her and you caress her thigh gently.
“so good for me bada. did such a good job.” you uncuff her and she pulls you in for a kiss. you can taste yourself on her tongue.
“thank you.” she whispers. “i needed that. god i needed that.. tell your friend nevermind. stay with me.”
“what about your husband? and chae?” you ask.
“he’s gone for a week, chae will be back tomorrow night. after i take a nap i want to go again.” she groans, turning on her side.
grabbing your phone, you tell yuna to just bring your backpack that has your strap instead and you lay down next to bada. she immediately moves her head onto your chest and sighs, falling asleep.
that was a lot easier than you thought it would be.
