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back of the club

"i want to go to the back of the club with you"

wc: 3,01k words

warnings: smut, fingering, cunnilingus, spanking, 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 mouth 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 again — 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 core.

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 pussy 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

Ghost of You

Pairing: Se-mi × Y/N

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction inspired by the song Multo by Cup of Joe. All characters and events are fictional. I do not own the song or its lyrics, and no copyright infringement is intended.

Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of emotional distress, heartbreak, lingering grief, and depressive thoughts. Reader discretion is advised.

I took a deep breath and shut my eyes.

Maybe I was just tired. Perhaps I was seeing things again. But it hardly felt silent in my room, which was loud with thoughts of her.

Se-mi.

Even now, I could practically hear her voice. Soft. Familiar. It was the kind of voice that once made my heart feel warm… now it just makes my chest feel tight.

We broke up months ago. I told myself I moved on. I even attempted to hide all her photos, her gifts, anything that reminded me of her. I came to fold the memories into little boxes, tuck them away, deep in the mind, like they never happened.

But she always manages to return.

I wasn’t alone in my bed, but it didn’t feel like it. Her shadow remained in every corner of my room, staining the edges of my thoughts. Even there, through all of them, I could still feel her hand brushing mine.

It was as if my heart was haunting me.

I don’t dream of her anymore—not like I used to. But on occasion, in the dead of night, I’ll wake up with tears running down my cheeks. I sit up, heart pounding, as if she said something right before I opened.

I know she’s not actually there, though.

I know this.

Yet it still feels as though she is.

Everywhere I go, I see her. Someone walks past with hair like hers, and I look. I hear someone laugh, it sounds like her, and my stomach twists. It hurts. It aches because she isn’t there, and yet she is—always.

I lit a candle, one time. It was stupid, I know. I thought ghosts might go away, if I brought light into the room. That perhaps the warmth would drive her memory away.

But instead of going to the ocean, all I did was sit there staring at the flame, crying for someone who is gone, but never really left.

Se-mi loved the rain. I used to hate it. But with her, even tempestuous days were somehow soft. Now it rains, and my breath has stopped. The cold weighs everything down. It takes me back to the day she left.

She said she loved me.

Then she told me it was better for us to part ways.

Now I’m stuck with this hollowness that won’t stop calling out for her.

I continue to ask myself—when does this settling end? When will I no longer feel her fingers grazing my cheek when no one’s there? When will she stop telling me she loves me in the silence?

When will I be free?

Because right now it’s like I’m getting buried alive, slowly, inch by inch, day by day—while I’m still breathing.

And I’m so, so tired.

Author's Note: This story is deeply personal and emotionally charged. It’s a quiet exploration of what it feels like to grieve someone who is still alive, and how love can linger long after it ends. I wanted to capture that haunting, hollow feeling—the way memories can cling, and the quiet heaviness of letting go. Thank you for reading, and please take care of your heart.

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