#bada lee

“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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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 and bada lee have been best friends since high school, never wanting to be apart. little did you know that your best friend has had her eyes set on you since then, her feelings growing stronger and stronger. her sexuality was never a secret, but you never expected her to be in love with you. you always dismissed the behavior she exhibited when she felt almost threatened; she would always want to know where you were, and she would hate everyone you went out with.

bada has also been stealing your clothing, taking an item or two every so often out of the laundry basket or your drawer. she’s addicted to the scent of your perfume, imagining you laying in her arms.

it wasn’t out of the ordinary for the two of you to cuddle together while having a sleepover. spending time with you has always been her favorite thing in the world. however, she hated when you talked about your relationships, it filled her with pure jealousy. how could you not notice how much she loves you.

what is a little abnormal about most friendships, however, is how perverted she is when it comes to you. she steals your underwear and sniffs it, watches you shower, touches herself looking at photos and videos of your pretty face. she is completely enamored with you. she cannot help it, it is only worsened by the fact that she believes she cannot have you.

tonight is another one of your hangouts, this time at your apartment. she had spent weeks listening to anything you mentioned liking, whether that be a food spot, a band, or even someone. during all those tmi sessions about intimacy with hookups or past partners she took mental notes, believing that a relationship between you was bound to happen soon. she decided that tonight would be the night for her to make a move on you.

you lay next to each other, finishing up hours of gossipping. you decide to finally change into your pajamas, going into the bathroom. she sneakily follows you, peeking through the slit of vision between the barely open door and the wall. you take off your shirt, dropping it to the floor. bada stares at you hungrily, being careful to not make much noise.

as you finish dressing, bada goes out to the kitchen to get something to drink, trying to calm her nerves. her head fills with thoughts of what-ifs and ways that it can go wrong. what if say the wrong thing? what if she doesn't feel the same and i ruined our friendship? what if she says yes and then changes her mind? she had never had this hard of a time working up the courage to ask any other girl out; but those girls weren't you. in bada's eyes, no girl she ever hooked up with or matched on a dating app could ever measure up to you.

she gets out a can of her favorite soda and pulls the tab, opening it up, and takes a sip. the cool carbonated beverage cooling her down from working herself up.

you walk out of the bathroom, now changed into your favorite nightgown, the sheer panels of fabric cascading down to your ankles. your lack of a bra was obvious, though the absence of panties was not as clear, but bada did spot them abandoned on the floor. once you're out of sight, she steps into the bathroom, locking the door. she sits on the floor and sniffs the crotch area of your panties, the wetness not yet dry. she takes a few breathers before she sticks her hand into her sweatpants, using her index and ring fingers to circle her aroused and engorged clit. she bites her lip to stifle her gasps and moans, feeling overwhelmed.

as she gets closer to her climax, she thrusts up into her own hand, feeling more and more sensitive. she drives the two fingers in between her folds and inside her, curling them to hit the perfect spot. the scent of you is pure ecstasy, filling bada's head with you sitting on her face, her tongue rounding your clit.

plunging in between your lips, and slightly suckling on your labia. the fantasy carries her over the edge, her release spilling out of her and onto her fingers, she takes her hand out and consumes her cum, licking it clean off like icing. bada quickly stands up and pretends she is washing her face, turning the water on and splashing around for a moment. she wipes her hands off with a towel and walks out, pretending like nothing happened.

she joins you in bed, the tv playing a movie, the screen's light illuminating the room. she decides to test the waters a little and nuzzles her head in between your boobs, feeling slightly nervous. you start to feel slightly horny. when you don't flinch, she stays there, resting. "so, anything else you have planned tonight?" bada asks, trying to make a game plan on how to seduce her love interest.

"nothing much, really, i had a long day at work," you respond with a fatigued, almost croaky voice.

"oh, well do you want me to leave?'

"no, stay for at least a little longer, you're my favorite company to keep."

favorite company? really, me? bada thinks, elated at the breadcrumbs you are subconsciously giving her.

after another few hours, the clock chimes 12 am, signaling your bedtime. you don't have to say an awkward "it's getting late" spiel since she gets you, she always has. you two exchange your goodbyes and she leaves your bedroom, wishing you are going to touch yourself tonight like usual.

ecstatic, she peeps through the space between the door and the doorframe and watches you reach for your nightstand, pulling open the bottom drawer and picking up your vibrator. you get into position and pull your panties to the side before you turn it on and focus it on your clit, trying to climax as fast as possible. moans slip out of you one after the other, the sounds muffled.

bada is completely awestruck, feeling dazed by your pussy spread by the vibrator between your lips, turning her on even more. your wetness glistens in the reflection of the screen, emphasizing how turned on you are. having such bad luck in the dating world has made you feral at the slightest touch. you bite your lip, trying not to be too loud. the paper thin walls of your bedroom have caused your neighbors to complain multiple times no matter what you do.

she feels herself getting wet again, her panties covered in her wetness. she shoves her digits back in her pants, rubbing her clit in a tight circle.

you continue diving into your fantasies: being strapped down, being fingered relentlessly until you squirt, your best friend going down on you. you turn up the vibrator to your highest preferred level, so close to cumming. you give free rein to your imagination and delve into more explicit, almost taboo dreams. you start to visualize getting absolutely pounded from behind, bada holding onto your head so you can keep eye contact with your reflection. your back slightly arching, letting her reach the perfect spot. this sends you over the edge; your release quickly spills out of you, causing your legs to shake, and it leaves you breathless. who you just got off to dawned on you, your best friend of all people. of course, you thought you buried it, it had felt off limits to you. she seems so far out of your reach, like she could never be infatuated with you. unbeknownst to you, she has just climaxed at the same time as you.

she accidentally kicks the door open with her knee; the door now wide open. she shields her face out of embarrassment. "i'm so sorry, y/n, i was just coming back because i left my phone charger in your room," bada lies.

"oh no, it's okay, i swear. i'm sorry. it should be, um, plugged in still," you're very frazzled and feeling insecure. she has seen you nude before once or twice, but nothing to this extent. you apologize over and over, trying to mask how much you think you just fucked up.

bada grabs her charger and takes another look at your blushed face, noticing your want to curl up in a ball and forget everything. but, in bada's mind, all she can think about is how much she wants to make you feel good, how much she wants to fuck you.

she makes a move on you, her soft plump lips landing on yours, her lip butter smearing slightly around you two's mouths. you lean into her kiss, feeling her palms rest on the sides of your face. this is a dream come true, pure ecstacy floating in the air betwixt the lovers. the kiss deepens; she slides her hand to your nightgown, pulling it down enough to unveil your breasts.

"can mommy suck on your nipples, hm? you need mommy?" she asks quietly, almost feeling like a taunt. you nod, feeling needy.

she somehow knows what makes you unravel, not like she's kept track of everything you've ever mentioned doing with other women.

she kisses down your neck, leaving hickeys all over, letting everyone know who you belong to. "my girl, you're my girl." her words make you smile, it has been such a long time since you have gotten any, especially close, loving sex.

when she reaches your boobs, she kisses all over, planting marks of her makeup around your chest, decorating it. you are overwhelmed with sybaritism and happiness, your daydreams while you fuck yourself finally coming true after all these years. she envelops her mouth around one of your nipples, lightly suckling. a wave of pleasure rips through you with every sip of your areola. you let out quiet moans right in front of her ear. she works harder, now swirling her tongue on it, and groping your other breast. bada looks up at you as she does it, wanting to connect with you in every way possible. she moves on to the other nipple while she runs her hand under your nightgown, feeling how soaked you got through your lingerie.

her fingers move under them to slither to your hole. she inserts one finger, pumping slowly. once you are acclimated, she slips a second in, curling them to hit that perfect spot. mmh, nngh, oh fuck! slips out from your lips, the sensualism unmeasurable. nobody has ever made you feel this good.

"you like when mommy fingers your pussy, huh? gonna try to squirt for me? be a good girl and squirt all over my fingers," bada speaks softly into your ear.

you throw your head back in bliss, your legs shaking. her other hand comes down to circle your clit. before you know it, you're close.

"can i cum, mommy? please!" you whine.

"yes, baby, you can. let it all out," she coaxes, continuing to finger you.

she feels the gushing of squirt spurting out. "good girl," she coos, "such a good girl."

as you come down from your high, she tosses your underwear on the floor. she undresses herself completely before helping you shed your nightgown. she sits you on her face, letting you grind. she licks and sucks to her heart's content while you let one moan after the other slip out of you. "thank you mommy, thank you for eating my pussy," you say as you look down into her eyes. you whine from the overstimulation, having just came twice in the last half hour.

she keeps going, knowing you're already building up to your next climax. she palms your ass, adjusting you so you're also sitting on her nose, adding more pleasure to the experience. as you let go for the third time that night, bada laps it all up. as soon as you finish, you get up and lay on the bed. she is not done with you, though.

she gets you into position for scissoring, grinding your pussies on each other's. the sensitivity is at an all-time high. "mmh, fuck, your pussy feels so good. trying to make mommy cum?" she asks, her voice soft and almost hushed.

the two of you are so desperate, chasing a release.

"fuck, you're so good at making mommy's pussy so wet, you hear that?"

she is quiet for a moment and wetness from you two is loud, evidence of your lust and love for one another.

you get on top of her, riding back and forth as you hold her leg, still needing to be satiated. keeping eye contact the whole time, you lean in for a kiss, letting the two tongues dance with emotion.

she changes your placement for you so both of your clits are rubbing on each other. you squirm from the stimulation, becoming almost too much.

"mommy, can't take it no more, 'm gonna cum again!" you squeal.

"come on, y/n, cum with mommy," she coaxes your orgasm out of you.

as you cum together, she moves for you, making your legs shake even more. you lay on the bed tired, but still needing more. she sits up on the bed, still coming down from her high.

"where is the strap, sweet girl, hm? i know you keep one in here," bada asks, eager to fuck you hard.

you point to your underwear drawer. she gets up and walks over to it, pulling it out and putting it on her. she gets onto the bed, straddling in between your legs.

"say you want mommy to fuck you with her strap, say it," bada orders.

"please mommy, fuck me with your strap!" you plead. in response, she slips the strap in, putting it in slowly until it reaches the hilt. she pounds you roughly. she's so pretty, need her, bada thinks. i love her so much. she stares lovingly as you look back at her, screaming in enjoyment.

"yeah, let everyone hear who you belong to," she orders, riding the high of how much you are enjoying this. she rubs your clit slowly to make you want more.

she folds your legs, your thighs resting on your torso and are being held by your hands.

"fuck, you want me to fill your pussy, huh? want mommy to get you pregnant? you need me to breed you!?"

"yes, mommy, yes! please! fill my pussy!" you yelp, desperate to be filled up.

you fuck back into her, meeting her movements. you lock eyes, she stares with such love and admiration. she's so pretty, i love her, she thinks.

"i love you, so so much y/n, mmh, fuck!" bada confesses.

this fills you with so much joy, knowing she feels the same about you. her thrusts get more erratic, desperate for you to finish.

"i love you too bada!" you squeeze out in between moans and screams.

she changes the angle slightly, hitting your g-spot, before she gets you on all fours in front of your floor-length mirror.

"my good girl looks so pretty like this, so desperate for mommy," bada says into your ear.

you lock eyes with your reflection, watching yourself getting fucked like you've always wanted. she holds on to your hair and holds your head up.

"faster, mommy, faster!" you whine.

she responds immediately, going as fast as she can to drive you over the edge.

as soon as she feels your squirt spilling out, her strap lets go as well and ejaculates, filling your pussy.

"you look so good like this, fuck. need to take a picture to save it," she takes out her phone from her shorts thrown on the floor and takes a photo, capturing the memory.

she helps you lay on the bed, feeling so, so good but so, so tired. she plants a kiss on your forehead. "i love you so much, i really do y/n."

"i love you too."

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.