#bada x reader

“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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"Do you like this outfit?" Bada asks as she walks out of your shared bedroom to you, adjusting her tie.

Everything about her outfit had you entranced, you couldn't even respond. All you could do was stay seated on the couch and stare at her, admiring her beauty.

Bada couldn't help but chuckle at your reaction. "Darling? You doing okay?" She asks, leaning in.

You tried leaning back instinctively when she leaned in, earning an amused nod from Bada.

"Well, I guess that means you like it, yes?" She asks, taking a seat next to you.

"I love it." was all you responded with. You seemed nearly breathless, just from looking at her.

Bada pulls out a lipstick from her pocket, and hands it to you.

You looked at it, then at her, confused. "Is this a gift?"

"Could you kiss me while wearing it?" Bada asked, smiling slightly when she saw your eyes widen. "The photoshoot idea they have needs lipstick stains around my cheeks and neck, and I'm not sure about letting the makeup artist kiss me."

You sat up almost instantly. "Of course no makeup artist is going to kiss you? You're my girlfriend." You stuttered.

Bada nods at your words before wrapping her arms around your chest and back, carrying you into her lap. She gave you a second before she parts your thighs, making you straddle her.

As you fiddle with the lipstick's packaging, Bada grabs your upper thighs and starts moving you closer, causing you to basically grind on her lap accidentally.

When you squirmed from the stimulation, Bada only laughed, loving how sensitive and almost worked up you were.

You put the lipstick on impatiently, smudging a little bit of it on the corner of your lip. Bada's hand reaches up to cup your cheek, as her thumb swipes around just below your lip, wiping the smudge away.

"Should I just go for it?" You asked, puckering your lips slightly.

Bada nods, moving her hair away.

You leaned in, leaving a kiss on her cheek as she wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you Impossibly closer. Pulling away, you smiled softly at the masterpiece.

“Pretty…” You whisper out, feeling Bada’s hands tighten their grip around you.

“You think so, Darling?” Bada smiled. She moved her hair to the side, tilting her neck. “Do you wanna leave more?”

You nodded almost too eagerly, earning a soft chuckle from Bada.

Bada straightens up, tilting her neck once more for you. Without saying a word, you hold onto the side of her neck as you leave another kiss on her skin, almost blushing as you pulled away and saw the lipstick stain.

You looked at her, almost ogling, before unbuttoned the first button on her shirt, and kissed her there too. Bada’s breath hitched, she wasn’t expecting you to do that at all.

“I think it’s pretty like this.” You murmured, fixing her collar.

Bada took a deep breath before answering. “If I didn’t have a photoshoot to go to, I would be doing things to you right now.”

“But could you?” You smiled, leaning back just a little.

One of her hands let go of your waist and held onto the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. But the sight of her looking like this while you were straddling her flipped a switch in you.

Wrapping your hands around her neck, you pulled her lips closer, earning a small nip on your bottom lip from your girlfriend.

Bada’s tongue poked against your lips, almost pushing for entry. You parted your lips slightly, letting her tongue enter.

Your arms wrapped tighter around her, as if she would disappear if you loosened your grip just a little bit.

Bada reciprocated, her hand that was on your neck moved back down to your torso, both her hands on the sides of your hips as she moved your lower body on her lap, making you grind on her.

You groaned in her mouth, pressing deeper into the kiss. Bada held eye contact with you as she moved your hips faster, pressing you down as you sqiurmed in her hold.

Bada continued grinding you on her lap, taking notice of your body reacting over time. Just as you were getting close to your high, Bada’s phone rang.

“Fuck.” She whispered, pulling away. Her hands let go of you as she picked up the phone, edging you by accident. You whined out as she picked up the call, her hand covering your mouth to prevent the other person hearing you.

She spoke lowly, mainly small apologies and many yes’, before she lifts you from her lap and back onto the couch.

“I’m so sorry Darling… I’m late for the shoot. I’ll make it up to you, promise.” Bada sighed as she straightened her outfit, taking her bag from the table.

Before she left, she left a peck on your cheek, knowing how upset you were at being edged, even if it was accidental.

Your phone buzzed softly in the darkness of your shared bedroom, the caller ID lighting up with her name. Bada.

You hadn’t heard her voice in a few days, but it felt like it's been weeks. She was in Japan with a packed schedule, and the silence had grown evident with each passing night.

“Darling,” her voice came through the speaker, you could hear the roughness in her throat, like she’d just finished rehearsals and was running on however little energy she had left.

“I missed your voice,” she said, low and urgent. “Can I just… talk to you for a while?”

Before you could answer her, you heard a faint rustle of fabric, a subtle sigh leaving her lips that hinted she wasn’t just here to chat.

Bada's voice dropped an octave. “I’ve missed you so much…”

“Me too.” You whispered, taking deep breaths to calm your slowly rising nerves.

The call was full of sexual tension as she started telling you what she wished she could do to you if you were with her.

Slow, deliberate descriptions between her sighs and deep breaths that made your skin flush and nerves pulse.

Your fingers twitched, and you couldn't say anything before your hand started moving under your shirt, mirroring her words, matching her unspoken rhythm.

Her breath hitched on the other end of the line, and you could basically hear the desperation in her voice as she whispered your name, making the distance between you shrink to nothing.

You could hear the rustle of her shifting on the bed, the way her breath dragged a little slower.

“Tell me what you’re wearing,” Bada murmured. It wasn’t really a request.

“Just a pajama shirt. And…” You hesitated, because you knew she’d hear the smile in your voice. “Nothing else.”

Bada let out a hum that sent shivers through your body. “Of course you aren’t.”

Her tone suddenly sharpened, that almost familiar mix of command and want. “Touch yourself for me.”

Your fingers slid down, every nerve in your body acting up just from her voice.

“Slowly, Darling,” she instructed. “I want to hear every sound you make.”

The call filled with both hers and your uneven breathing, the faint creak of her bed as she moved, matching you.

She spoke between shallow breaths, narrating exactly what she’d do if she were there. Where she’d touch, how deep she’d go, and how long she’d make you wait.

The ache between your thighs built fast, too fast, and you bit your lip in an attempt to to keep quiet.

But Bada took notice of the audible change.

“Don’t you dare finish yet,” she warned, her voice low. ‘Wait for me.”

You whined softly, hating yet loving the way she still had you wrapped around her finger even from hundreds of miles away.

“Slow down, Darling.” she says, and you can hear the smile in her voice. “Don’t make me hang up and leave you like this.”

You whine out, hips shifting and rolling against your own hand, needing more.

“Did you move faster?” she accuses, voice soft. “Darling.” The way she spoke made you gasp. “You really want to see how mean I can be?”

You freeze, every muscle straining to obey, even though your body is begging you not to.

“Much better.” The soft shift of fabric on her end tells you she’s touching herself too, but she’s still in control. “You’re going to stay exactly where I put you. Just like I’m right there with you, holding your wrists down.”

Her breathing deepens, almost in sync with yours. You can almost feel her hand ghosting over you, not giving you what you need.

“Tell me how wet you are, Darling.” Bada whispers.

You stammer something incoherent, and she laughs, low and knowing. “I bet you’re a mess for me right now. But you’re not coming yet.”

Minutes felt like hours, your thighs trembling from holding back. Every time you get close, she catches it. A shift in your breath, a slight hitch even, and Bada just pulls you back with a single “Stop.”

By the time she finally lets you come, it almost feels too much. Your release crashes over you with her voice in your ear, soft and wrecked, whispering, “Good girl. Just like that, Darling.”

You didn't respond at first, still trying to catch your breath. The line is quiet except for the soft sound of the both of you breathing.

“You sound wrecked,” Bada finally sighs out, voice low. “What’s the matter? Couldn’t handle a little bit of long distance?”

You try to form words, but your throat felt tight. “…You’re evil.”

She chuckles, the sound warm and cruel at the same time. “Evil would be me not letting you finish at all. This was simply me being patient.”

You groan into your pillow, partly because you know she’s right, but also partly because your body is still buzzing from the stimulation.

“You're still thinking about me, no?” she asks, softer now, but there’s something indescribable under it. “Even though I’ve worn you out.”

“…Yeah.”

“Good. I want that feeling to stay until I’m back,” she smiles. “Every time you touch yourself after this, you’ll remember that I’m the one who gave you permission tonight. You’ll remember I can take it away just as easily.”

The silence stretches, not uncomfortably, but it felt heavy, full of unspoken want.

“You should get some sleep,” Bada whispers out. “If you’re good, maybe I’ll call tomorrow.”

Your heart nearly trips over itself. “Maybe?”