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virgin!anton x fem. reader | 7.5k words

stop writing fics with mutual hopeless pining challenge FAILED.

contains: loss of virginity

“are you going on a date next week?”

you tried to sound even as you asked the question. you hid behind your phone while you spoke, only turning your head to the side to see anton’s reaction. you swore you could feel him tense beside you on the bed before he went back to his phone, swiping away on some social media app as he nodded his head.

“i didn’t know you knew about that.” anton said simply.

you went back to your own phone, trying desperately to ignore the way your stomach dropped.

“your mom told me.” you responded.

you could hear anton sigh beside you, mentally cursing himself for trusting his mom with such personal information.

“we are going to go eat.” anton slid down his notification window on his phone, probably too see if his soon to be girlfriend had texted him “then we are going to watch a movie at her place.” he said.

knowing the details of the date made the pain significantly worse. it was already bad enough that you felt perpetually stuck in the friend zone with anton. the two of you were always like this—at one point in time all you wanted was to be his friend. but you grew up and so did he, and as your personalities began to differ you saw him as less of a friend and more as a partner. 

it didn’t help that skinship with anton never changed. you two would still hold hands like you did when you were kids, and you two laid in beds and sat so close together on couches that your thighs would touch. one day you saw it platonically and one day you did not. you felt your body become hot when anton would get too close, and you would hesitate for no reason. anton was oblivious to it all, so much so that he started letting himself be pursued by girls. you had no choice but to watch it happen, girls that didn’t pay attention to anton talked to him now couldn’t get enough of him. you sat quietly, forced to seem as neutral as possible when they would curiously ask you what anton’s type was. 

one girl was able to break through, giving anton his number and eventually asking him out on a date. this is what you gathered from his mother, atleast. she took you aside when you first came into their house, curiously asking you what you knew about a girl named belle. you remembered her, one of the more recent girls that tried for anton’s attention. you told her what you knew, that she was a girl who seemed nice. anton’s mother gave you a knowing smile as she told you anton had a date with her next week. she always had that smile on her face when she spoke to you now, especially when she caught you and anton sitting next to eachother on the couch when there was so much room left on the sofa.

you couldn’t hide your shock, quickly walking up to anton’s room as his mom was on her way out. something about running low on groceries and picking up anton’s brother from practice. everything was lost on you, the only thing occupying your mind was the thought of anton going on a date next week. 

you tried to keep it to yourself, atleast until anton decided to tell you himself. but as you laid next to anton on his bed watching him scroll wordlessly on his phone you felt the question bubbling in the back of your throat. when you saw a notification from her pop up on anton’s phone you couldn’t stop yourself from bringing it up.

“why didn’t you tell me?” you asked.

anton only shrugged, clearing the notification from the top of his phone before turning off his device. he let his phone rest on his chest as he covered his eyes, an awkward laugh coming from his lips. he took his hands away, not making eye contact with you as he confessed.

“i’m embarrassed.” anton said.

he was still laughing lightly, even as the tips of his ears turned red. you shook your head, propping yourself up from the bed to look down at him.

“you’re my bestfriend, anton.” you try not to focus too much on his lips or his eyes as you try to remain neutral. “you don’t have to be embarrassed to tell me anything.” you say.

anton props himself up on his elbows, his face coming closer to yours. he is significantly worse at remaining neutral. anton’s eyes immediately go to your glossy lips and stay there. he swears they sparkle in the light of his room, and our eyes stare back at him so intensely he can’t look at them for too long. 

too many times you have been stuck in this position with anton. you above him, your lips dangerously close to touching his. in times like this, almost always someone would interrupt this moment. whether it was his mom coming to tell you two food was ready, his brother barging into his room unannounced, sometimes even a notification on anton’s phone would bring you two back to the present. each time there was an outside force that would pull you two apart, acting as a buffer so you two could go back into your normal habits without mentioning what happened moments earlier. but now there was nothing to break the tension or to pull you two apart. it was only you, anton, an empty house, and unresolved feelings that existed in the space between your lips.

when you shifted on the bed and your hand got closer to anton’s body he couldn’t stop himself.

“i’ve never been with anyone before.” he rushed.

you blinked, pulling away from anton to sit up on the bed. you looked around the space of his room, until you circled back to him.

“is that why you’re nervous for your date? because you have no experience?” you asked.

the fog in anton’s mind almost made him ask you what date you were talking about. it wasn’t until anton’s phone rang from another texting notification that he remembered his obligation next weekend. maybe antoon was reading too much into the moment he shared with you, the shimmer on your lips distracted him. so anton nodded at your question, still feeling dizzy after being so close to kissing you. 

anton sits up on his bed, leaning against his headboard as he draws his knees to his chest. he focuses on his knees, a habitual shy smile across his face as he avoids your gaze.

“i’m not prepared at all, if we go further.” anton brings one hand to scratch at the nape of his neck. “if she has experience i’m screwed.” anton says.

he can only bring himself to look at you when he feels you look away again. you look past anton to stare at his window, deep in thought as his eyes roam your side profile. you look so pretty like this, he wishes he had the nerve to tell you. part of anton wants to reach out and caress your soft cheek, something he hadn’t been able to do in so long. he has to hold himself back when you turn your head to look at him again. 

“what about this.” anton sees the figurative bulb light up over your head as you shift on his bed. “what if i help you. like if i tell you what to do when you’re in that situation with her.” you say.

anton tilts his head when you paused before sayign her. the two of you have been going to school with anton’s future date for as long as he could remember. you knew belle’s name, you were her partner in a project together last week. why was belle suddenly her?

“what do you mean?” anton asked. 

anton sees you feign annoyance, how even you realize what you’re proposing is ridiculous. regardless, you lean forward and move in front of anton. your balled up fists hold you upright on his bed, dipping the mattress as you try to justify your reasoning.

“i want to help you not be embarrassed.” you lean back, sitting on the back of your legs as you gently smooth out anton’s sheets with your hands “so you can become confident in expressing your feelings.” you say.

what you say fully sinks in for anton. he feels heat blossom in his chest and spread across his body like a wildfire. he doesn’t know if there’s enough confidence in the world to help anton. he can’t even bring himself to confirm what you’re offering.

“do you mean—” he stutters.

“we can go as far as you’re comfortable with.” you put your hand over anton’s quickly as if you’re trying to compensate for coming on strong. “i don’t want you to mess it up with her.” you reason.

there’s that her again.

“with belle?” anton specifies.

you don’t say her name, only nod your head as you keep your hand on anton’s. he doesn’t know if he should believe you, the situation is too confusing for anton to navigate. you were unpredictable in this way, sometimes so non-assuming you didn’t know what you were hinting at. anton had to be direct, but he had to let his heart calm down first. his eyes went back to looking at your hand resting over his. you were squeezing him at first, but your grip loosened to the point that anton feared you were going to pull away. he had to keep you there, he had to keep feeling your soft hand on top of his.

“just a friend helping another friend out?” anton asks, looking up at you from your hand.

anton sees you hesitate before you nod.

“completely as friends.” you confirm.

anton nods his head, bringing his knees down to sit criss crossed on his bed. now that you two have agreed, neither of you knew how to proceed. it was almost awkward. you felt the urge to go back on your word.

“should we start with kissing?” anton asked.

you nodded your head, scooting closer to anton on the bed. he got closer too, you could see his chest raise and fall quickly as his hands moved towards you. anton talked himself out of touching you, his hands falling back onto the top of his mattress.

“you should touch her first.” you look down at anton’s hands, wishing they were on you instead. you bring wide eyes back to anton, trying to blink away how wet they already feel. “it’s hard but making the first move from the start matters.” you say.

anton nods, bringing his hands up to your shoulder. it’s awkward, you can tell he doesn’t know what he’s doing when he hesitates on where to put it. he squeezes gently and shakes you softly, smiling at you. you smile at him for a second before a shy laugh slips out. anton does the same, giggling as he brings his free hand to cover his toothy grin. 

“i don’t know if i know how to kiss.” anton giggles out truthfully.

you nod, and when your laughing subsides you bring anton’s hand from his mouth to rest on your cheek. instantly he’s caressing your skin, light as a feather as you fit into his hand perfectly.

“you can still bring her in.” anton begins pulling you in, his mouth slightly opening as his lips get closer to yours. before they can touch, you speak, desperate to cut through the tension. “let her guide you once you start and you’ll get the hang of it.” you say.

you look up to anton’s eyes one more time, and he nods again before going back to his previous position. he brings you in an you follow in closer, screwing your eyes shut your your lips finally touch. 

anton melds to you like it’s second nature. he follows the curves of your lips, and only stumbles for a second before following your lead perfectly. your hand finds its way to his hair, holding the soft strands for comfort. when you tilt your head anton follows, and when you move to the other side anton does the same. 

you go from pecks to lingering wet kisses. the sound of your lips parting fills the room, the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard. it’s soft like anton’s hand on your cheek, how he got the courage to tilt your head up to his liking. you submit instantly, reveling in anton taking the reigns. it’s him who slips a tongue into your mouth first, and you let him explore your mouth. when his tongue presses against yours you do it back, swapping spit between eachothers mouths. 

you’re the one that has to pull away for air first. you almost stay there, intoxicated by the way anton sighs contently into you. but you feel your heart is about to explode. when you finally pull away you’re breathless, looking at your fast learner in awe. anton looks at you with wide eyes, running his tongue over his glossy lips to see if he can taste you again.

“you’re a natural.” you say breathlessly.

“thank you.” anton says back.

he’s just as rattled as you, his mussed hair reflecting his scrambled mind. anton pulls you back in with both hands while you still try catching your breath, placing one last wet kiss on your lips. your hands go to his shoulders and stay there even when he pulls apart from you.

you two still hold eachother, huffing in air like you both just ran a mile. anton comes back first, eyes determined as he takes his hands away from your face.

“what’s next?” anton asks.

you have to sit there and think, not because you don’t know what comes after passionate makeout sessions. you have to gather your thoughts, thinking how you can be normal about your friendship with anton if the two of you go any further. you decide that’s something for later when anton puts his hands on your legs and gives you a look that has your heart leaping in your chest.

“she might only let you finger her since it’s the first date.” you start reaching for your pants. “you have really nice hands so that’s a plus. definitely play into that.”

you wanted to cringe at how you sounded, saying something so lewd so casually. anton was all ears though, not teasing you for the compliment you have wanted to tell him a million times before. his phone was long discarded as he sat up on his bed in front of you. he had his fisted hands pressed into the mattress beside him, flexing his fist as he listened to what you were saying. he nodded at everythin, eyes focused on new parts of your body that were exposed as you got yourself undressed. first it was your thighs and then your calfs as you struggled to take your pants off.

anton was too shy to offer his help, but something inside of him liked seeing you struggle and liked seeing you get undressed for him. before you could expose your stomach, you paused. anton’s eyes went from your thighs and how they were pressed together to your face.

“this is a disclaimer, before we go any further.” anton clenched his fist again when you let go of your shirt, letting it drape down your body again. “she might want you to do things a different way. not all girls are the same.” you say matter-of-factly.

“just show me what you like.” when your eyes got wide anton quickly defended himself. “i can figure out the rest with her when the time comes.”

you nodded your head, agreeing with his reasoning. you and anton sat like that for a minute in complete silence while you gathered your thoughts. anton was patient and he was obedient, giving you his hand instantly when you reached out for it.

you brought his hand to your face, using your own hands to bring his ring and pinky finger to his palm. when only antons thumb, index finger, and middle finger were left you guided his hand to rest on your lips. you slowly opened your mouth and anton understood, shivering while he pushed his fingers past your plush lips.

when his fingers were inside of your mouth he left them rest on top of your tongue. you nodded approvingly, and anton nodded back as he let his thumb rest underneath your chin. he took charge slightly, pumping his fingers in and out of your mouth as you hollowed your cheeks.

what you truly wanted anton to do was stick his fingers so far into your mouth that you gagged on them. but you settled for his large fingers pressing lightly on your tongue. you could see his mouth fall open as you made a show of sucking on him.

“okay now pull them out” you mumbled around his fingers.

anton nodded his head, but before he pulled out his fingers out he brought your chin forward with his thumb, eyes focused on his fingers as he stuck them further into your mouth. the entranced look in anton’s eyes distracted you, and before you could prepare yourself his fingers went too far. you gagged pathetically when anton’s fingers went past your tongue.

anton’s gaze went from his fingers in your mouth to your eyes. he had a look you had never seen, so different from the your shy bestfriend. he kept them there for a beat too short, before you could ease your throat to stop your eyes from getting glossy anton withdrew his fingers slowly. when he saw your eyes get glossy he pulled them out slowly. both of you looked at the the string of spit that connected your lip to his fingers.

“sorry” anton said sheepishly.

as fast as you saw the look in anton’s eyes it was gone, replaced with the same shy expression you were used to seeing. he kept his two fingers together in the air, waiting for your next instructions. you look down at your legs, how they pressed together. the image of anton prying them apart while he had that look in his eyes flashed across your mind. you closed your eyes before looking back up at anton with a thinking look. anton shifted on the bed as you leaned back, following your movements until you moved your legs from underneath you. 

when your legs were bent in front of you, anton stayed still. his wet fingers were still in the air, drying from the cool air in his room. you smiled before reaching forward and grabbing his hand, putting it on your knee.

“make sure you always ask if everything is okay, especially if it’s the first time.” you say.

you start applying light pressure to anton’s hand on your knee, showing him to lightly spread your legs apart. he understands immediately, bringing his other hand to your other knee to part them.

“is this okay?” anton asks.

it’s genuine, the way he looks at you with big eyes. you wordlessly nod your head, leaning back to prop yourself on your hands while anton continues spreading you apart.

when you add resistance against anton’s push, he stops completely. you can see him remembering the distance between your parted knees. she is so lucky.

when a sigh slips from your lips anton’s gaze snaps up to you. you play it off well, moving your shoulders slightly to feign contemplation. before anton can ask you what next, you point your feet.

“help me take my underwear off.” you say.

any attempt to sound bossy is hindered by the hush in your voice. you’re being too soft but you can’t help it. you’re lucky anton is too focused on getting you undressed he doesn’t notice the way you bite at your lip nervously.

anton’s hands are timid as his fingers go underneath your waistband. he thinks it would be easier if he approached the situation like ripping off a bandaid, but it’s slow as he pulls your panties up to your thighs and down your knee. your pointed feet helps anton in the end, he leaves the pair next to him on the bed, dropped gently from his hand.

anton sees the first definite crack in your composure when he can’t take his eyes away from your core. you glisten and seize around nothing. the pornos he’s watched and the stories he’s heard falls short—nothing can compare to you.

“wow.” anton sighs.

your knees wobble as you try to close them in subconsciously. anton keeps them apart, slotting himself between your legs to stop them from closing completely he will fight anything that tries to obstruct his view of you. anton looks down at you to watch you change your pleased expression a beat to late.

“flattery will get you very far, anton.” you say.

you try to be sarcastic, but anton is serious as he shakes his head. one of his hands leaves your knee to press on your pearl that protrudes at the top of your cunt. you jolt from the feeling, fists balling the sheets. maybe the pornos got some things right. anton looks at your face, watching more and more of your resolve crumbles in from of him. you are stubborn, clearing your throat to try and bring back some volume to your voice.

“i’m wet already. feel it.” you say.

anton’s finger that presses your pearl drifts down. he can feel you wet and slick against his fingers. he pulls his hand away from you and rubs it between his thumb and index finger.

“that’s how you know you’re doing something atleast a little right.” you shift your hips closer to anton, inviting him to touch you some more. anton went back to touching your folds, pressing in slightly. you could tell he was looking for your hole, and you let him find on his own. you shivered as anton got closer and closer, going further down your cunt. when he found he he pressed in slightly. you showed him he was right by sighing and arching your back.

“it’s lower than i thought.” anton laughed quietly to himself.

“yeah.” you said breathlessly.

you were caught up in the feeling of anton’s probing fingers so close to being fully inside of you. you almost forgot you had a job to do as anton’s bestfriend.

“start off with just one finger. your hands are big.” you say.

anton pushes in a finger, looking up at you as he eases in. you clamp around his fingers before relaxing, allowing him to go all the way inside of you. anton pulls his finger out before pushing it back in, watching the way his digit disappears inside of you.

“holy shit.” anton whispers.

you clench around his finger, before telling him to put another finger in. anton heeds your request, adding his middle finger to sink into your cunt. you can’t stop your hand from grabbing his bicep. anton stops, and you guide him to a faster pace. 

your hold on anton’s bicep doesn’t falter as he picks up the speed. when he takes it upon himself to face his palm upwards the discomfort in his wrist is gone immediately. his fingers can fuck you smoothly when he faces his palm upwards. the confidence anton gets when you close your eyes and turn your head to your shoulder makes him add another finger. he can hear your toes crack as you flex your feet, and anton sees your free hand ball up in the sheets.

“do this with your other hand if you can.” 

the words fly out of your mouth at your hand on anton’s bicep goes to your clit. you show anton the speed you like immediately, touching the pearl gently in comparison to anton’s hasty pumping fingers. his free hand goes to your hand, mimicking the movements. when you’re satisfied you move your hand away, letting anton take your place. he falters for a little bit, trying to synchronize his pumping fingers to his gentle hand on your clit. soon enough he can feel you squeezing tightly against his fingers, and your eyes are screwed shut.

“i’m so close.” you say around the teeth digging into your lip.

anton nods, wishing he was good enough at multitasking to kiss your turned cheek. instead anton only nods, sitting down on his bed to get a better angle.

without his body between your legs, your knees close in on eachother. it’s pathetic, the way you whimper and withhold moans as you come undone around anton’s fingers. you’re so quiet he doesn’t know you came. so anton continues, waiting for you to call out his name and announce to him how good he’s making you feel. anton doesn’t know you came until near cries come out, and your hands go to his wrists to stop him. anton looks at you confused, until he sees the tears dotting your vision again and your shaking shoulders. anton experimentally presses a finger harshly to your clit, you jolt and whimper again.

“sorry.” anton says unapologetically.

you fall onto your back, looking up at anton’s ceiling fan. it’s completely turned off, you imagine the blades are spinning to try and occupy your mind. your knees are still closed on eachother and you tremble occasionally. you put all your brainpower into the nonmoving blades to distract yourself from anton’s hands on your thighs that spread you further apart. you can feel yourself clenching around nothing. when his breath fans your center you shiver, still dealing with the after effects of your orgasm. when anton comes so close that his nose pokes your fold you pinch the covers on his bed between your two fingers.

“what should i do?” anton asks.

even if you are not looking at anton, you can tell he’s not all the way there with you. you can feel his eyes boring into your heat, you can almost hear him bringing in your smell. you have to clear your own thoughts to focus getting words out from your dry throat.

“you have to tease first.” you swallow on nothing. “to like build the tension, ya know?”

you don’t know when you’ll drop the act of trying to remain nonchalant. hiding your moans requires self control you don’t have anymore. when anton presses a kiss to your thigh you let him hear the sighs you tried so hard to suppress. anton smiles against your skin when he kisses the other side.

“how should i eat you out?” anton asks.

you prop yourself up on your elbows to look down at anton. he’s curious, eyes filled with you as he presses a kiss closer to your cunt. you bring your your legs to rest on his shoulders.

“pretending like you’re making out with me.” you whimper.

anton’s eyes widen at your desperate voice. you can’t bring yourself to care anymore, you can’t hold back when anton keeps eye contact with you as his tongue gets closer and closer to your heat. he looks down at your pussy like it’s his next meal, latching his lips to your clit and sucking. 

instantly your back is pressed into the mattress again, squirming as you try to stop yourself from thrusting into anton’s mouth. he’s a step ahead, putting hands underneath your ass to prop your lower half up. he goes into his own groove, letting his tongue occasionally poke past your hole to taste you. when anton compares your noises, he finds himself driven to continue sucking on your clit. he knows he made the right decision when he hears your moan rip through his room for the first time. he looks up to your with satisfaction, when he starts using his fingers to fuck you again your hand grips his hair tightly.

“are you sure you’re a virgin?” you ask genuinely.

when anton’s laugh vibrates against you, you dig your back into the mattress. you pathetically lift your suspended hips into anton’s mouth. you feel euphoria building over you again, and you push antons face back from your pussy with a hand to his forehead.

anton looks at you like a man starved before licking his lips.

“is everything okay?” anton asks.

you nod, a hand going to your face as you wipe sweat away. you close your eyes to save yourself from the stimulation, remaining quiet until your foggy mind can form full sentences again. you sit up fully on the bed and anton’s meets you, bringing you in to kiss him again. you can taste yourself on his lips, and you can feel his wet fingers touch your face. when you pull away you still keep your lips against his.

“do you want to wait until next week—” you look at anton unsure, feeling his hot cheeks underneath the pads of your fingers. you don’t want to assume his feelings for you, or take something he might’ve been saving for someone that isn’t his bestfriend. “do you want to wait until next week to go all the way?” you ask

anton shakes his head, both of his hands going to the side of your head to force eye contact. you look him in the eyes before he brings you in for another big kiss. 

“i think i found the confidence to tell you how i feel now.” anton says.

“i’ve wanted you for so long.” you say.

anton nods his head, telling you he’s felt the same way.

“we are a mess.” anton says laughing.

you laugh with him again, your head going to anton’s shoulder as you recall all the moments you both chose to ignore. the fleeting looks, the accidental touches, the almost kisses. it’s almost embarrassing that it took you guys this long to come to terms and to confess, under these circumstances nonetheless. it would’ve been embarrassing if it wasn’t so funny. 

anton pulls you from his shoulder and kisses your forehead again, and you grab his face to kiss his forehead back. anton smiles and pecks your lips.

“i’m ready.” anton says.

you nod your head, trying to sound as assertive as possible.

“the guy should always bring a condom.” you say it matter-of-factly, holding up a finger like it’s a fact.

anton laughs at you again, before reaching to his drawer. he pulls out an unopened box of condoms, mouth opening getting ready to ask anton a question.

“my dad.” when your eyes widen anton only shakes his head. “don’t ask. please don’t ask.” he says.

you nod your head, grabbing the box from anton to open it. you pull out the first one, tearing it from the foil like and the opening the package. anton watches you pull out the rubber, small in your hand. you look at anton, still clothed, clad in tight jeans that strain against his dick and a shirt that is too hot on him. as if on cue he stumbles over the edge of the bed, taking off his pants and shirt leaving him in his briefs.

when he gets on the bed in the same position, you still hold the condom in your hand. you look at anton twitching in his boxers. you resist the urge to pounce on him when you see the wet patch in his underwear.

“can i see it?” you don’t hide the desperate lift in your voice. anton is nervous, hands pressed flat to his thighs in efforts to wipe off the sweat. “please?” you beg.

anton nods, leaning back on the bed the same way you did when he took your underwear off. you lean forward on the bed, handing the condom to anton and you gently pull his waistband down his legs. you imagine anton wanted to be treated the same way he treated you, slow and gentle like you’re made of glass. by the time his underwear is off his face is red in splotches, the tips of his ears hot to the touch. you would’ve seen anton’s face get more red by the second if you weren’t staring at his dick, it was thick, shooting straight up without the confinements of his briefs. his tip was pink and soft like his lips, and beading endless with precum. the translucent pearls made his dick look like porcelain. you smile at anton before sticking touching his leaking tip gently. 

“so pretty.” you coo.

anton shakes his head, his large hand clasping around your wrist when you tried pumping his dick. his sensitivity went without saying, and you didn’t want to waste it either. you tapped on anton’s wrist to make him open his eyes, pointing to the condom in his clenched hand when he looked at you.

“sorry.” anton said. 

“don’t apologize.” you pinch the tip of the condom, sliding the band down until anton’s dick is covered completely. “you don’t have to apologize to me.”

anton hisses, bucking his hips up when you experimentally squeeze his length.

“and why is that?” anton asks.

“i’m your bestfriend.” you say casually.

when friend falls from your lips anton scoffs and shakes his head. he checks to see if the condom is on securely, touching his length to see what contact feels like.

“think we are a little more than that now.” anton says under his breath. 

you coo at him, pinching his cheeks before letting your hands explore the rest of his body. when you reach anton’s shoulders you gently tug at him, bringing him to you. you let yourself lean back on anton’s bed again as you continue pulling him by his shoulders. when your back is against the sheets anton is hovering over you, and he’s so close that his hair touches your face. he moves a hand to plant into the mattress beside your head to hold himself upright. his other hand grips your hip, a hold so tight like anton thinks you’ll slip away. you’re the same, a white knuckle grip on his shoulders. 

you look up at anton, and he swears he sees your eyes soften. they’re gentle and welcoming, like your pupils have become heart shaped. anton uses his hand planted into the mattress to move some hair from your face. you pucker your lips and make a kissing sound, signaling to anton to press his lips against yours. when he pulls back you take a hand from his shoulder and trail it down his body. you look at him with each inch you cover. when anton bites his lip you hesitate, worried that he might suddenly decide he’s not ready. but anton hangs his head low to look between your two bodies, how close your hand is to grabbing his dick again.

he whimpers and instantly goes to the crook of your neck, his sheets balling up in his clenched fists. you pump his dick a few times, wishing to yourself that a condom wasn’t separating the two of you. there will be plenty of time for that later you have to tell yourself. you focus instead on anton, how he hopelessly sucks on the skin of your neck as you jerk him off.

“i really won’t last long.” anton says.

his words are hushed and fan across your skin in warm huffs. you nod, moving your other hand to the back of anton’s head.

“it’s okay.” you continue jerking anton off until he lets out a shaky exhale. you stop pumping, pulling his head from the crook of your neck so you can look at him. “can you help me?” you ask sweetly.

instantly anton nods his head.

“what do you need me to do?” anton asks.

for a moment he thinks he might be crushing you underneath his body weight. before he can pull back your hand that moved to his shoulder blades keeps him in pace. you’re sheepish, the hand that was on anton’s dick goes to his hand that’s on your hip. you wrap your hands around his pinky finger, holding tight as you tug at his hand slightly.

“let’s put it in together.” you say.

anton swallows, both of your hands are slow going back to his dick. the anticipation has you both ready to leap out of your skin, and when you put your hands to anton both of you gasp. it’s a new feeling, your hand over anton’s as he guides his tip to your cunt. you already feel your hole fluttering around nothing, pulsing like a heartbeat. anton has to take his hand away when he gets too close, instead propping his elbow beside your head so he can hover above you. 

his lips are already parted, and you see the glossy look in his eyes as you pump his length a few more times.

“are you ready?“ you ask.

you feel nearly out of breath yourself. when you move lower down on the bed anton’s tip prods your entrance, almost inside of you.

“i’m ready.” anton says.

you almost close your eyes when you feel anton push his hips against yours—the only thing that keeps them open is so your can look at anton above you. his eyes shut in euphoria as he pushes deeper into you. you don’t tell anton to stop while taking all of him, you revel in the stretch and the way his eyebrows furrow and his lips part even more. a whimper slips past anton’s lips and he lets his head hand when he’s all the way in. he whimpers again when you seize around him, and a big hand squeezes on your waist.

“so big.” you whisper to anton.

he stays like that above you for awhile, falling victim to your warm wet fluttering walls and your sweet voice. his grip on your waist is rough but it the only thing keeping him grounded. anton twitches inside of you and he clenches the first next to your head. each attempt to move fails, it’s almost like you’re pulling him back in.

“can i move?” anton asks.

when he lifts his head back up, he sees you wide eyed nodding vigorously. you lift your own hips slightly, giving anton room to pull back to meet you again. he draws a shaky breath as he feels his dick dragging out of you. when he slides back in slowly anton’s head goes to the crook of your neck. your hand goes to anton’s back, pressing gently to bring him closer.

“what does it feel like?” you draw your hips back and forth, giving anton shallow thrusts. 

“warm and wet.” anton’s voice shakes as he slowly starts thrusting into you. “like a really nice hug.” he says.

you hum at anton’s observation, desperate to know what it feels like to him. you want to tell anton how good he’s being, how he fits perfectly inside of you and makes you feel full. but this is about anton, you have plenty of time to tell him how he makes you feel later.

you wedge your hand between your bodies and press on your stomach, letting out a sigh when you feel your stomach tighten. anton keeps the slow deep thrusts, panting into the crook of your neck. when he snaps his hips a particular way, an unexpected choked whine slips past your lips. anton pulls away from your skin looking down at you.

anton’s blown out eyes look down at you. you can already see his face becoming red and splotchy as he takes you in. he looks at your lips, where a sound he’s never heard before came from and to your eyes that were wet just like his. the previous accidental thrust becomes purposeful, anton snaps his hips the same way he did before while looking at your face. the sound falls from you again, and you have to fight to keep your eyes open. anton does it again, and you can see his hair and the apples of his cheeks move from the force. the fourth time anton snaps his hips harder, and your back arches off the bed.

“so big.” you say into anton’s ear. 

you press your hand deeper into your stomach, ad anton presses his forehead to yours to look down between your two bodies. he looks only for a second before his hooded eyes go back to yours.

his mouth opens as he looks down at you, words caught in his throat as he focuses on thrusting inside of you. but you already know what he’s going to ask. you press your hand deeper into your stomach while nodding your head.

“so deep.” you whine.

anton’s parted lips turn into a smile, a quick smirk that reveals his perfect teeth. you only see it for a second before anton goes back to feeling weak. anton switches his snapping hips to something more languid, trading the harsh slapping for the smooth and wet sound you two make together. 

anton’s hair is wet with sweat as you fist it, pulling it away from his face so you can see all of him. you keep his head against yours, pressing gentle kisses to his plush lips.

“you feel so good inside of me, anton.” you tell him.

he can only nod quickly, drops of sweat falling onto you as he picks up the pace. your hand that pressed into your stomach moves to your clit. when you touch the bundle of nerves the moans fall from your lips, moving anton to do the same thing. his sounds are airy gasps, almost crying while yours become pouty.

the two of you no longer speak while you chase your instincts. anton’s languid thrusts turn to rutting hips, and all your reservations flies out the window as you bring your knee to your chest. anton’s hand on your hip helps you, applying force to the back of your thigh to press it closer. the new angle makes anton fuck you deeper and harder, you give up circling your clit to put both hands on anton for stability. he lifts his body from yours slightly, looking down at all of you. when you feel his eyes drift down from your face to your chest, you arch your back to come closer to his mouth. anton gives you a quick look of uncertainty and you soften your features to show him how desperate you feel, how close you are. you don’t get the chance to beg for something more when anton bends his body to attach his lips to your nipple.

you’re quick reacting to anton wet tongue that laves your senstive skin. you’re propping yourself up on one of your elbows in a second, forcing your hand to grip anton’s sheets to find stability. you arch your back and fist anton’s hair, the stimulation from his rutting hips and teeth grazing your sensitive skin makes you pull his hair at the root.

“i’m so close.” you whimper.

you look down at anton, how he is so content sucking on your chest. when he looks up at you with little hearts swimming around in his big brown eyes you let your head lean back. 

it’s too fast, you can’t announce you’re cumming before it hits you in full force. your leg twitches as anton’s grip on your thigh tightens, pushing you further to open you up more. he hits deep, and your cries bounce off the walls in his room. you are nearly crying when anton stills inside of you—he didn’t get the chance to warn you either. one moment he had control the next he didn’t, emptying into the condom as your name falls from his parted lips in pants and high-pitched whines. anton has to screw his eyes shut from the relief that takes over his body, and when he finally comes down he slumps against your body completely.

you let anton crush you, loving the feeling of his sweaty body pressing into yours. you can still feel him twitching inside of you and you can still feel your walls flutter around him. 

neither of you move until you hear the front door open and anton’s mom call you both down to help bring the groceries inside. the two of you were so caught up in your own world you forgot other people existed. you nearly kicked anton off of you, pushing him backwards so you could put your clothes back on. anton’s door was left open, and you could hear his brother making his way up the stairs. the two of you rushed trying to become decent. you threw on anton’s shirt and almost put your jeans on backwards. anton ended up grabbing a completely new outfit, tripping over his feet as he put his shorts on.

the steps were getting closer to anton’s room when you guys started to desperately smooth out eachother’s features, trying to lay anton’s hair down straight while anton time making his shirt on you not look like his shirt.

his brother did a once over of you and anton, standing in the middle of his room looking frazzled. he decided he didn’t care, walking out of sight as he went into his room.

“mom said to come downstairs.” he said over his shoulder.

“okay.” when anton’s voice sounded too hoarse he cleared his throat. “be down there in a second.” anton said.

[griddymasterr]

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PART TWO

joel miller

backshots with joel

teasing joel

joel making a mess of you

size kink w joel

joel letting you use him

back shots w joel

ellie williams

ellie eating u out from the back

ellie teasing you

making out and foreplay with ellie

getting f!cked by ellie

in ellie’s mouth

ellie eating you out

abby anderson

abby playing with you

taking her strap

taking care of abby

abby + you = table sex

✂️ w abby

taking her strap part 2

[griddymasterr]

bound by love // ex-girlfriend!ellie

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

wc/warnings: 5.6k ; strap-on sex (r!receiving), tribbing, oral (r!receiving), cheating, use of names like whore, slut, baby etc. and toxic relationship. do NOT read if you're sensitive about this kind of stuff!! do not romanticize toxic relationships and run far away from toxic people.

a/n: also first time writing smut so please be kind😭. not proofread so i'm sorry if you find any mistakes

pairing: toxic!ellie, ex-girlfriend!ellie also stalker!ellie???(just ellie stalking your social media and location) and jealous!ellie ig.

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I know that you're shitty and you're bad for me But I can't stop thinking 'bout it

✩ You used to console yourself by saying that the problem was not you but her. You believed that she was the one who caused all the issues in the relationship. However, as time passed, you started to realize that the situation was more complex than you initially thought. You began to question your own actions and words and wondered if you could have done things differently. You tried to stay positive by reminding yourself that sometimes things don't work out, and it's okay to move on. But you couldn't move on.

✩ Despite all your efforts to move on and forget about her, you always found yourself drawn back to her for some weird reason. You tried everything you could think of to let her go — you blocked her on every platform you could, hoping it would help you move on, but it never seemed to work. No matter how hard you tried to forget her, you always ended up unblocking her, usually within an hour of blocking her. It was as if you were powerless to resist the pull she had on you, no matter how much you wanted to be free of her.

✩ You were the one who broke up with her, claiming she was too toxic for you. However, you cannot deny that you also had your fair share of faults. Both of you were aware of the toxicity in your relationship, but still, it lasted for three whole years. You often wonder how you were able to tolerate her for so long. She always seemed to go out of her way to provoke you and get a reaction out of you. She would intentionally make you jealous, making nasty comments about other women's bodies to make you insecure and maybe even cry. She loved it when you got possessive and jealous; that was the only way she felt cared for and loved. She constantly needed reassurance, and her overthinking would stop only when you got possessive of her or extremely jealous; it didn't make sense, and she knew it wasn't normal, yet she couldn't help herself. But it wasn't only that. She was also extremely manipulative and a liar. It was a never-ending cycle of negativity, and both of you were caught up in it.

✩ If she was a toxic girlfriend, imagine how toxic she was once you two were broken up. When you broke up with her, you thought you were better off as friends, but soon enough, you started to realize how wrong you were.

✩ Even though she treated you poorly throughout your relationship, you always returned to her. Your love for her was strong, and it seemed as though returning to her was the only thing that felt right. Even though she was responsible for causing you a significant amount of emotional pain, she still felt like home to you — like the person who you could always run to whenever you needed it. She always knew the right thing to say to calm you down, cheer you up, and sometimes even make you cry. That was the thing about Ellie that confused you the most; She could be either the best person ever or the worst.

✩ When something big goes down in your life, she's the one you call up first. It doesn't matter if it's something totally dumb or something that seriously ticks you off, she's the one you rely on for comfort and support, and she's always there to baby you.

"S'okay baby— mhm, you got this," whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you rambled about your day "Want me to beat them up for you? You know I would," and she wasn't kidding, sending whoever made you mad to the ER without you even knowing it. You have always been someone who disliked violence. In fact, you were never the kind of person who would resort to violence, no matter how heated a situation may have been. You've always been the rational one between the two of you, thinking things through before acting. On the other hand, she was more impulsive, acting without much thought or consideration for the consequences of her actions. Anyway, you would find out what Ellie did to your coworker when he showed up with a cast around his arm, threatening to take legal action against her. You always found yourself in the middle of the conflict, pleading with your coworker not to sue Ellie and trying to smooth things over.

✩ Lots of

"you're the hottest girl i've ever dated" "i would take you back in a heartbeat" "i still have a soft spot for you" "best pussy i've ever had"

✩ She'd randomly show up at your place in the middle of the night, pounding on your door, little did you know she'd be pounding into you the second you let her in

"nfuckk— my pussy…s'all mine" Murmuring nonsense into the crook of your neck as she fucked your tight little hole with the new strap she desperately wanted to show you (which became your favorite for obvious reasons). "think anyone else can make you feel like this, hm?" and she wouldn't let you cum if you didn't reply, she wanted to hear you say that you belonged to her and her only.

✩ She constantly checked your social media accounts like a fucking maniac, fearing that you may have moved on or started spending time with other girls. This behavior was not healthy, and she was aware of it. Despite that, she couldn't help herself and even had access to your location, which she used to stalk you whenever you didn't respond to her messages or calls quickly enough. On two separate occasions, she unexpectedly showed up while you were on dates with other girls. At first, you brushed it off as a coincidence, but after the second time, you realized that she still had your location and that her sudden appearance was not coincidental at all. Therefore, you turned off the location sharing. and in no time she was blowing up your phone with texts

"why the fuck would you turn it off?" "moving on already?" "where the fuck do you even think you're going?" "try all you want, but you know who you belong to"

✩ It became increasingly clear that you and her were not meant to be friends. You still belonged to her in her mind — and perhaps it wasn't just in her mind. Deep down, you knew that she was right even though you were no longer together.

✩ Although you had repeatedly told Ellie that you wouldn't get back together, she remained convinced that you would eventually return. Instead of giving up, she actively pursued ways to reconnect with you. She would often surprise you by showing up at your apartment with a bouquet of your favorite flowers or things she knew you would like.

"Ellie, what're you doin' here?" you asked as you saw your ex-girlfriend holding a lovely bouquet of flowers in her hand. You were taken aback as you looked at the bouquet  — it was a Hello Kitty bouquet. You had mentioned this type of bouquet to Ellie before you broke up, and you were surprised that she even listened to you when you kept rambling about how cute it was. You had seen it on Pinterest before and never thought she would remember. Her green eyes met yours, and she scratched the back of her neck before flashing a warm smile your way. She knew you'd love it.  "Hi, angel," she said. She handed you the bouquet and planted a soft kiss on your cheek. Her free hand quickly found its way to your waist. She leaned back enough to gauge your reaction and asked with a cocky smile, "What d'you think?" The sudden appearance of Ellie took you aback, but you couldn't help but admire the bouquet in your hands. The Hello Kitty plushie and the colorful flowers were so cute. You didn't expect her to remember your love for this particular bouquet, but you were grateful that she did. "May I come in?" Her tone was confident, and her eyes shone with a mischievous glint. You couldn't help but wonder what she was up to, but you stepped aside to let her in nonetheless.

✩ She would listen intently to everything you said during your relationship and make mental notes of all the things you wanted or needed. However, she never acted on them until you broke up with her. Suddenly, she would start getting you those things, being the girlfriend you always wanted her to be, trying to convince you to give her another chance. But you weren't stupid; you knew that as soon as you let her back into your life, she would go back to her usual self, and her toxic behavior would come out once again.

✩ She showered you with compliments, gifts, and attention, making you feel like you were the only person in the world that mattered to her. When she realized that her love bombing wasn't working on you, she changed her tactics. She began dating a girl she had always insisted was "just a friend," even though you had always felt insecure about her because you thought she was prettier than you. But Ellie was using this girl only to get to you. She wanted to make you jealous and make you feel like you were missing out on something she could provide. She hoped you would come back to her, begging for another chance. You were devastated and couldn't help but compare yourself to this other girl, wondering what Ellie saw in Dina that she didn't see in you. But as time passed, you began to realize that Ellie was playing games. She didn't care about this girl, or about anyone else for that matter. To her, you were the one that got away, the one that she couldn't have. And so she used this other girl as a pawn in her game, hoping to win you back. But you didn't fall for it.

✩ She just went ahead and started posting pictures with her new girlfriend on Instagram to make sure you saw them and felt like shit. And, well, it worked like a charm. Even though you knew she was doing it on purpose to upset you, it still hurt like hell because she never posted pictures of the two of you together on social media, claiming she preferred to keep things private but as soon as she started dating her new girlfriend, she suddenly started posting about her non-stop, which made you feel even more hurt and insecure.

✩ You realized that cutting ties with Ellie and blocking her from all platforms would have been the wise thing to do. but let's be honest, getting revenge felt much more satisfying than being wise sometimes. You wanted to show her that you were not someone to be toyed with cause that's what you felt like: a toy. You started seeing a girl you had recently met, but you made sure not to make it too obvious. You didn't want Ellie to think you were only doing it to get back at her. Of course not, it had to look natural. You wanted to show her that you had moved on with your life and that you were over her. Even though it was quite the opposite, you weren't over her.

✩ When you began sharing pictures of your new girlfriend, she dropped her fake composed demeanor and started bombarding your phone with messages. You finally had her exactly where you wanted her.

2:33 am "who the fuck is that girl in your story?" 2:34 am "hello?" 2:36 am "answer your goddamn phone" 2:37 am "Why do you even care, Ellie? you're in a relationship." 2:39 am "what the actual fuck" 2:42 am "tell me" 2:46 am "who is she" 2:53 am "My girlfriend."

✩ After that, she vanished from social media and every other platform for nearly a week, leaving you on read. You had mixed emotions about it. On one hand, you felt a sense of pride for getting back at her. It was working because she seemed jealous. On the other hand, there was a part of you that couldn't help but miss her. You longed for her presence and wished she would come back. Her presence wasn't the only thing you longed for; you missed her hands all over your body, touching you just in the right places. She knew you like the back of her hand. She knew exactly how to make you arch your back and make you scream her name.

✩ You couldn't cum. It had been weeks, maybe a month, and your little friend down there was starting to ache. You were horny, so fucking horny, but you couldn't cum. All you could think of was your fucking ex-girlfriend almost as if your pussy had a mind of her own. Not even your favorite toys were helping. it felt good, but you felt like something was missing. You reached out to the nightstand and grabbed your phone, unlocking the screen with a swift gesture and opened the messaging app. It was wrong, so wrong and you knew you would regret it the next day, but you needed her. Your fingers moved effortlessly across the virtual keyboard as you typed a message to her.

 1:15 am "Els, I know it's wrong but"  1:15 am "I'm horny"  1:16 am "I need you, please"

You let out a deep sigh of frustration as ten long minutes ticked by, convinced she wouldn't text you back. The last conversation you had hadn't gone well, and you were starting to think it was all over between the two of you, for real this time. Just as you were about to give up and put your phone back on the nightstand, you heard a familiar chime. Your heart leaped into your throat as you saw that it was her.

1:27 am "lol your little gf can't make you feel good like i do?" 1:29 am "omw"

In just 10 minutes, she was back in your apartment, in your arms, and inside you. It was almost like nothing happened like she hadn't just made you cry for a whole month for getting with the girl who made you deeply insecure. All her 8 inches buried deep into your soaked hole, stretching it out and making it hurt, but it felt good. "Is this what you wanted, hm?" she kept mumbling random things into the crook of your neck, not that you were listening to anything she was saying; she was fucking you dumb, and you couldn't seem to focus on anything else but her thick strap pounding into you relentlessly, hitting your cervix just right. You were a mess, literally. "Ellie...nngfuck.. slow down" you breathed out between incoherent moans, panting like a fucking dog in heat "Take it, slut. Show me how much you missed me." She hissed, thrusting hard into you, all your juices spilling out of your pussy, making a mess on your pink sheets. All she wanted to do was destroy you, mark you as hers.

"C-can't," you whined as pornographic moans left your throat. She groaned deep in her throat, savoring the sounds of pleasure falling from your lips, almost as if her life depended on them. She missed this so much. She missed you so much. She increased the pace, pushing deeper into you each time. Her hands moved to your hips, gripping them tightly as she continued to thrust her hips against yours, her thrusts becoming faster and harder, your breath coming out in heavy gasps. "So fucking tight, baby," she panted, her voice hoarse with need "You belong to me, don't you?" She bit down on your neck, her teeth grazing lightly against your delicate skin, leaving behind a mark as evidence of her claim over you; you whimpered at the sensation. You were hers, no one else's. She wanted to mark you all over, hoping your girlfriend would see the hickeys on your breasts and neck the next day.

All you could do was nod frantically, "m'yours, all yours" you babbled out, painfully arching your back. So fucking incoherent. Especially after promising yourself that you would never let her lay a finger on you ever again. But you were desperate, you needed to cum, and you needed her right now. "That's my girl, only I can fuck you like this, yeah?" Her hands roamed all over your body, pinching your nipples and rubbing your throbbing nub harshly. She wanted to hear you beg for her and admit how much you needed her. She needed you to need her.

"Tell me how much you missed my cock." She demanded, slamming into you again and again. Your high-pitched moans filled the room, each one driving her wilder. She could feel her own climax building as her clit bumped against the back of her strap with each thrust; the sound of your pleas combined with the tightness of your pussy around her strap-on were enough to push her closer and closer to the edge. You felt that familiar sensation build in your stomach; you were close. "Soo much, ahhh!...missed it, yeah.." you couldn't even put together a proper sentence. Her grip on your hips tightened, tugging slightly as she continued to thrust into you, hitting the spot that had you rolling your eyes into the back of your skull, over and over until you couldn't hold back anymore.

"That's it, whore. Cum for me. You don't belong to anyone else," she snarled, her voice laced with possession. She knew just what to do or say to push you over the edge, and it worked every single time; that's why you ran to her whenever you needed a good fuck. She could feel your body tensing up and your pretty pussy clenching around her strap-on. You came simultaneously, your combined moans filling your cozy bedroom, her well-defined abdominal muscles glistening with a thin layer of sweat. She rolled you over, so now you were on top of her, riding out your orgasm on her silicone cock as she ground her clit against the back of her strap.  "Oooh fuuuck!" you cried out as pretty moans left your mouth. She took in the sight of you on top of her, her strap still buried deep inside you, riding her cock; your tits bounced as you did so, a sight that she loved. No one did it like you. No one was remotely as good as you. She took a glimpse of your cum sliding down the strap, you were so fucking wet, and nasty wet sounds filled the room, but she loved it. "Fuck, baby," she groaned, clenching her teeth tightly together, causing her jaw muscles to bulge prominently. Her hands gripped your hips, guiding you as you moved your hips, setting the pace, your eyes locked on hers the entire time. Her fingers dug into your skin, leaving small marks that she knew would fade within hours but would always remind her of this moment. Her veiny hand reached up, grabbing one of your breasts, squeezing it firmly and twisting the nipple between her fingers. Your breath came out in ragged gasps, her eyes never leaving yours as she watched you take her cock like the fucking slut you were. "Taking me so well, such a good girl f'me, aren't ya?"

"El..." you whined as she toyed with your nipple. You weren't going to last long; you were still sensitive and your pussy couldn't handle it. "'m gonna cum again!" you cried out once again, bouncing faster on her thick strap. She watched you with unabashed hunger, her eyes never leaving your body as it moved above her. She thrust up, meeting your movements, pushing you closer to the edge. The sight of your tits bouncing in time with your thrusts and the strap disappearing inside your juicy-coated pussy almost made Ellie cum right then and there. Your thighs started to tremble, and she could feel you clench around her dick; your gasps and moans becoming more frequent. She wasted no time, her fingers digging into your hips as she slammed you down on her strap, making you cry out her name, "Just like that, yeah...take it."

When you finally collapsed against her, panting heavily, Ellie couldn't help but smile. "Mine," she rasped, her voice thick with possession and satisfaction. As your bodies finally came down from their highs, breaths slowly returning to normal, she pulled out of you, leaving your wet and sore pussy gaping open. You whined at the sensation, suddenly feeling empty.

The smile plastered on her face faded as you pulled away, the coldness in your voice seeping into the air between you two as you told her to return to her girlfriend. She reluctantly mimicked your movements and sat up, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes met yours, searching for any trace of warmth or affection, but all she found was distance. She grabbed her clothes and started to dress herself quickly, trying to calm down, her movements precise and controlled, hiding the hurt and anger she felt at your words. She was confused. You had called her, and she thought you were ready to take her back into your life. She wasn't expecting you to discard her like a toy. "I see how it is," she muttered, her voice cold and distant. She gathered her belongings, not meeting your gaze. "I shouldn't have come here." When she was fully clothed, Ellie turned to face you, her eyes filled with regret and anger.

"Yeah, you shouldn't have," your tone coming off as sharp and cold. You put your shirt on, struggling to process what happened. You missed her so fucking much, and the sex with her was also something you missed a lot. You knew she was right when she told you that no one could fuck you like she did; your girlfriend couldn't even make you cum, while Ellie knew precisely how to touch you to make you feel good. "Can't believe it...Dina, really?" you muttered under your breath as you got dressed, catching her off guard. Your outburst was so sudden neither you could understand it. She could sense the jealousy in your voice and knew exactly what was going on, and the realization made her feel a twinge of satisfaction. "Is this what it's all about? Me fucking with Dina?" she scoffed, her eyes rolling in annoyance. But despite her outward annoyance, she was secretly glad you still cared and got jealous. It meant that you had never indeed gotten over her. You struggled to maintain eye contact with her, the words "Just…get out" barely escaped your lips. You felt a burning sense of shame for letting your jealousy get the best of you, but at the same time, you couldn't help but release all the pent-up emotions you had been holding in for so long.

She snorted from her nose, shaking her head in disbelief, almost amused by all this "Just say the word, and I'll dump her ass," she said in a flat tone, her emerald green eyes staring right back at you as she placed her hands on her hips. You could tell she was serious, as there was a hint of desperation in her voice. She was hoping you'd ask her to drop Dina's ass and come back to you, but of course, you didn't. "I would do anything for you" desperate, so fucking desperate. You let out a deep sigh and firmly shook your head, looking into her eyes. You could see the pain and desperation in her gaze, but you couldn't just let her back into your life like that. "Go," you repeated yourself. "Fine, whatever," she sounded so pissed, disappointed. For a moment, you wanted to take your words back, but you knew that letting her into your life again was the worst idea ever.

✩ That night only made it incredibly difficult for you to move on from her (not that you could before), but she was all you could think of. You found yourself constantly yearning for her at every moment of the day. You'd often text her, and she would always come over, no matter what she was in the middle of. She was willing to drop everything to be with you and 8 inches inside you or between your thighs. Even if she was out with Dina, she didn't seem to care — it became obvious that something was going on between you and Ellie. You couldn't understand how Dina couldn't tell that Ellie was cheating on her with you.

6:34 pm "Baby, need you" 6:36 pm "I'm so wet, been thinking about you all day :(" 6:37 pm "proof??"

✩ One of the things you used to do quite regularly was sending her nudes. You would send her nudes on Snapchat unexpectedly, mostly to surprise her or get some sort of reaction from her. Sending snaps to tease her was one of your favorite things to do. Whether it was a picture of you in sexy lingerie or a video of you playing with your pussy, riding the purple strap she had left at your place weeks ago. You loved making her horny, and it always worked. She would always end up knocking at your door, eager to fuck you or eat you out.

"Teasin' me like that in public — tsskk," She mumbled against your throbbing core as she teased your clit with her tongue. Your legs were on her shoulders, and you watched her head disappear between your thighs. Your fingers tightly gripped into her auburn hair as she devoured like a starved animal, so pussy drunk. But even in that state, she was such a sight.

✩ You were the only one she could think about, even when fucking her girlfriend. Her mind too fixated on the cute little whimpers that left your mouth when she was inside you or sucking on your clit. The way your legs trembled when you were close, your hips jerking away from her when it became too much for you. No one could make her wet like you did, it was a fucking curse having to fuck someone else while thinking of you, hoping that would be enough to trick her brain into thinking she was fucking you instead.

✩ She would save each of your snaps into her phone's gallery and meticulously organize them into a special and hidden folder she had created just for you. This folder contained not just your nudes but plenty of other stuff — from intimate pictures you'd send her to videos she'd take while fucking you. She would go through the folder occasionally for personal use (iykwim).

✩ Your girlfriend was quick to pick up on something odd going on. She'd notice how you would turn your phone upside down, making sure the screen was facing whatever surface to make sure she wouldn't see your ex-girlfriend spamming your phone with texts (she would do it on purpose, by the way). That's how she knew something was up, but for some odd reason, she brushed it off.

✩ She was fed up with your stupid girlfriend constantly in the way. Why weren't you breaking up with her already? She couldn't understand; she was trying to be the best version of herself for you, yet you were still not hers. She tried everything to get you caught, like texting you while your girlfriend was around, sending you risky snaps, calling you...but nothing seemed to be working. So, she decided to hurry things up by texting your girlfriend and sending her some evidence.

She selected a video from her gallery to send to your girlfriend, writing a text message to go along with it before hitting the 'send' button "is this ur girl?" In the video, she was strapping you from behind, and you were telling her exactly what she needed to hear, "Better than your stupid girlfriend, yeah?" "Y-yes. Oooh fuckk. nhhmmm...faster, please" "Can she fuck you like this, hmm?" "No one can fuck me like y-you do...pleaseplease faster"

✩ Your girlfriend felt hurt and betrayed after realizing that you were using her to make your ex jealous, and she ended things between you two. You didn't seem to be affected by the breakup significantly, as if you had been expecting it all along. Honestly, it was almost as if the relationship never existed to you.

✩ Despite feeling indifferent towards your recent breakup, you were furious that Ellie had been the one who caused the end of your relationship. Who was she to control your life in such a way? Well, she couldn't give a fuck, to be quite honest. Seeing you with other girls consumed her from the inside. Nevertheless, she did not break up with Dina.

✩ But of course, you couldn't just let it slide. You already had a plan.

You were at Ellie's place, your back pressed onto her messy blankets, your leg on top of her shoulder as she held the other one firm, adjusting herself on top of you, to be more precise... on your pussy; grinding her wet pussy against your dripping cunt as filthy wet sounds and whimpers echoed in the room. Her hips moved in a slow motion, her green forest eyes fixated on yours. You reached to her nightstand to grab her phone, "Can I...nghhm... record us, baby?" you managed to utter between soft moans as she rode you, her movements became more desperate, chasing her own orgasm. "Record how good m'fuckin' this pussy?" her voice was husky, her breath ragged. Her head rolled back as she continued to grind against you, moaning at the friction, and her eyes fluttered shut. You unlocked her phone and quickly went through her contacts, pressing on Dina's name to start the call. Although the plan seemed foolish and overused, it worked out perfectly.

Dina appeared at Ellie's doorstep in no time to shout at her while you listened from her bedroom. You were amused by the drama that was unfolding before you. It was entertaining to watch Ellie deny the evidence. Dina's voice rose higher and higher as she accused her of sleeping with her ex. When Dina stormed out of the apartment and slammed the front door behind her, you emerged from your hiding spot and leaned against the doorframe, gazing at her with a mischievous grin on your face. Your arms were crossed over your chest as you watched her, waiting to see her reaction. When she turned to look at you, her face etched with confusion and surprise. You shrugged nonchalantly and said, "My finger slipped," with a lopsided smile.

She snorted and shook her head, but you could see the amusement in her expression, "Such a bitch," she said, though you could tell she was trying to suppress a smile. For some reason, she couldn't help but find it funny, she knew she deserved it.

✩ She gradually made her way back into your life, taking slow but steady steps to regain your trust and affection. And before you knew it, she asked you to be her girlfriend again. You hesitated at first but eventually gave in to the strong feelings you still had for her. The first few months of your second chance together seemed to be going smoothly, or so you thought. Then, one day, out of the blue, she broke up with you, claiming that she needed a break from the relationship.

✩ Your heart was shattered into countless pieces, struggling to comprehend where it had all gone wrong. And to make things worse, it seemed like you were the only one suffering, while she appeared to be completely fine, almost as if she were unbothered by the whole situation. You had poured your heart out, begging her to give your relationship another try, but she seemed to be holding back, almost...distant.

✩ But that didn't stop you; you were determined to win her back. You tried everything in your power to get her to love you again, just like she used to do when she wanted to win you back. You started showing up at her place unannounced, always with little surprises for her: her favorite snacks, flowers, handmade stuff, and love letters. But unfortunately, all your efforts seemed to be in vain. The more you tried, the more she pushed you away. You couldn't tell how she had switched so fast and went from doing anything to get back with you to this. 

✩ When you asked her for an explanation, she said she felt emotionally unavailable. She went on to say that she wasn't sure if she still loved you and that she needed a break. You could see the hurt in her eyes and feel the weight of her words as they slowly sank in. It was a devastating blow that left you feeling utterly destroyed. The pain you felt was almost too much to bear.

✩ She promised to come back to you once she felt better. Months passed, and she didn't return. You were left feeling lost and heartbroken, struggling to cope with the pain of the breakup. To move on, you tried to distract yourself with other things, keeping yourself busy with work, hobbies, and spending time with friends. As time went on, you slowly began to heal and accept that it was over. When she unexpectedly came back, you were already over her.

"im ready to give us another try" "Ellie, it's been a fucking year." "and?"

[griddymasterr]

AUGUST ✿

pairings: bada x fem!reader

cw: angst, smut, fingering, readers first time, bada in her mid 20s and reader in her early 20s, bada calling reader pretty.

Synopsis: you were taken to bada’s house on the beach as you two shared an intimate moment that only you remembered.

♫ August - Taylor Swift ♫

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~but i can see us lost in the memory, august slipped away into a moment in time~

(reader pov)

August of 2023,

I still remember the day you took me out, the bright sun as it illuminates against the sea, the sand between my toes as a gentle breeze blew against my hair. I looked up to see those deep brown eyes as they stared deep into my own, flushed cheeks and your hands on my waist as we stood near the ocean water. Before I could register,  you took me to your white beach house, as you held me near. The soft waves still heard inside the small house as our hands intertwined, while you dragged me into a medium sized room behind a white rusted door.

I felt warm hands carefully caressing my back as I stared into your eyes, looking down, your smile was soft and gentle as you whispered a soft “are you sure?”.

“Never have I ever before”, I answered as you gently picked me up by holding my thighs and walked us towards the mattress.

As I laid down on the soft mattress and watched you undress yourself until the only piece of clothing left was your underwear. You slowly hovered your body over mine as my shirt was ripped away leaving me naked.

“Have you done this before?” Bada asked as you grabbed a bottle in the bedside drawer. “No, you’re my first”, I answered looking into your eyes, giving you all my trust.

A soft laugh was heard from you as you said “Okay.. I’ll be gentle”. I squirmed as you squeezed my waist while giving me wet kisses against my neck.

“Bada… It tickles”, I told you. I felt you smile against my neck.

(3rd pov)

“Can I start now?”, Bada asked, as you opened the bottle and squirted a clear-sticky substance onto your fingers.

I nodded my head and felt cold fingers against my entrance. “Spread more for me?”, I spread my knees, giving you more access into me.

“I’ll go in now”, Bada said as she inserted her two digits in me. A slight sting was felt and your face scrunched in the unfamiliar feeling.

“It’ll feel good, just give it time”, Bada said. Her fingers moved in a slow motion, allowing you to adjust to the feeling.

Once she saw your face filled with lust as you pushed your hips onto her fingers thats when she gradually started going faster.

“A-Ah.. Bada.. More”, you let out as soft moans spilled from your lips. Bada moved her fingers faster and harder as she leaned in to kiss your lips.

Loud moans came out of you, a sign telling her that you were near, Bada noticed and fastened her pace. Your eyes rolled back from the feeling as your hands clawed against her back.

Before you knew it, you gushed out like a fountain as your body spasmed agains the matress.  Bada kept her fingers inside to let you ride out your orgasm.

“B-bada..”, you said with teary eyes. Bada hummed in response as she cleaned you up with a towel and laid beside you.

“Go to sleep, pretty”, Bada said, patting your back lightly as you  drifted off to sleep.

Summer holiday passed and you were back in college. The same old routine that you knew of so well came back. Except you had one secret.. Bada.

You saw her in class and the halls but she never noticed your presence. As if you were invincible to her. You were tired with the way she acted and you decided to call her.

“Bada!” you shouted in the crowded hallway as her and her friends turn their head towards you. They stared whispering with eachother and Bada’s gaze left you. Thats when you knew that it was probably only a one time experience that will remain a memory.

August slipped away into a moment in time.

#bada lee #bada fanfic #bada swf #bada x reader #bada imagine #bada lee swf #swf2 x reader #bada lee swf2

[griddymasterr]

SECRET LOVE SONG ♡

pairings: Bada x fem!reader

cw: angst, bada in her late 20s and reader in her mid 20s, a little suggestive.

synopsis: You and Bada first met at her studio until one day she confessed her feelings for you. Both of you decided to keep your relationship a secret but you wanted to be comfortable with her in public too. until…

note: this is my first work being published on tumblr (also sorry for grammar errors I'm still working on it)

♫ Secret Love Song - Little Mix ft. Jason Derulo ♫

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

~why can't you hold me in the street? why can't I kiss you on the dancefloor~

It’s been a year since the day the two of you met at Bada’s studio when you attended one of her classes. Your presence and your dance style was the reason why Bada was interested in you, or so she thought. It took quite some time and support from her teammates for Bada to gather up her courage and ask you out for dinner. The scene that took place at the studio was confusing for some of her students but since they knew about the way Bada kept eyeing you in her classes, they knew you had a very special charm that only Bada saw.

The process of Bada taking you out on friendly dates didn’t last long as she confessed her feelings for you late in the afternoon after finishing one of her classes at the same studio where you two met for the first time. The two of you promised to keep your relationship a secret for now, since telling everyone that Bada, a very famous dance teacher and choreographer is dating one of her students would cause some trouble in the industry. 

A year passed by quickly, now you're a choreographer alongside Bada and still the two of you are still keeping your relationship a secret, even when Bada’s team, Bebe, which included you, was invited to be in a dance show. You kept your relationship professional as teammates and friends. But in private the two of you would spend time together watching a movie, snuggled up at Bada’s place or talk about the little things in your life and Bada would always be there to listen to your stories. You two would share sweet kisses and laugh at each other's corny jokes. Sometimes, things would get a little heated up at Bada’s place and you’d wake up with her cuddled up close to your chest and a slight sting to your legs but you loved every second you spent with her.

But these past few days you’ve been seeing your teammate publicly dating and posting pictures on social media with their significant others and you wanted the same thing for both you and Bada. You introduced Bada to the idea of making your relationship public but lowkey, she quickly declined saying that it would bother her and your schedules as team Bebe became popular in the media due to them attending the competition.

“Babe, can we at least tell our teammates about us?”.

“We can, but I already told you they would bother us non stop and you know how fast news spread these days, everyone would be asking us questions”

“But you said you trust our teammates.”

“I do, it's just not the right time y/n.. Also can we talk about this later? I’m trying to focus on this new choreo.”

You left her to continue her dance routine as you walked home, alone in the streets of Seoul. Everything was bright here at night, restaurants were filled with people. Couples walking alongside the street while they had their fingers brushing against each other's hand. Scenes like this occurred often, but after having Bada telling you to leave her alone, a small pang in your chest was felt as you continued walking home.

At home, you waited for Bada to come back home as you cooked her dinner. Replaying your thoughts you had when walking back home you started to think that maybe you were jealous of your teammates, jealous of other people. Deep in your thoughts, you felt hands coming to your waist and a soft, breathy “hello” was heard near your left ear. It was Bada.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Oh.. Nothing, I was just trying to find the salt..”

“But it's in front of you?”

“Y-yeah.. I didn't see it. Anyways you should clean up.”

Bada was worried about your actions and the way you spoke to her. “Did I do something wrong?” was the question her mind kept asking to herself. Knowing that she isn’t the expert in relationships, she called Tatter, her close friend and also a member of Bebe to figure things out.

Days gone by and as one of her teammates, you two would often find yourself performing together as a group. You loved the way she shined as the spotlight illuminates her skin and the way her eyes sparkled as she hits every beat to the choreo she made. At times, you imagined how it would feel to have your lips against hers in the dancefloor and call her “mine”, you imagined how it would feel to have her hands intertwined with yours as you two danced to the dance routine you two created together at Bada’s apartment under the refrigerator light.

But as her girlfriend, you couldn't just throw away the trust she has made with you just to fulfil your own selfish wants. So, instead you steal glances towards each other as the curtain falls but as you knew, it was never enough.

“Hey.. babe, that performance was amazing”, you say, walking into her private dressing room backstage.

“Thanks, I loved your solo performance as well”, Bada said as she leaned in for a quick peck on your lips. It was fast but sweet and you could taste her sweet strawberry lipsti- wait..

“Bada?? Someone could see us!”

“It’s okay.. No one is here and also I wanted us to finally be comfortable being outside together.. I mean, if you want to..”, As a soft smile appeared on her lips.

“Yes!! I love that idea”

“Oh.. and I wanted to apologise for the way I’ve been acting these past few weeks. I pushed you away and never listened to your ideas.. So, please let me fix this and make it up to you.”

A small laugh left your lips. “It’s okay babe, I understand.”

“Let’s go to an ice cream shop after this, my treat”

“Should we ask if the others want to join us?”

“No, it's only us’’, She said as she smiled and gave you a soft peck on your cheek as she walked outside of her dressing room.

“By the way you better get changed quickly or else I'm buying ice cream for myself”.

“YA! BADA, WAIT UP!!”.

From there, your relationship was no longer a secret but you still kept it lowkey so people wouldn't bother you two as much. Though your teammates now knew of your relationship, most were surprised and supportive but Tatter on the other hand was laughing at Bada’s speech about you two.

“See.. Lusher, you owe me 100 now.”

#bada lee #bada x reader #bada lee swf #bada swf #bada fanfic #bada imagine #swf2 x reader #bada

[griddymasterr]

🔞Fact or Fiction

Bada Lee x Reader

CW: Spanking, Dirty talk, Vibrator, Edging, Degrading Kink, Hair Pulling, slight choking, (Slight God Complex Bada?), Jealous Bada, Strap on.

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Synopsis: You’ve been attending Bada’s classes regularly and have become close to the rest of the team, especially Tatter. When you discovered Bada Lee fanfiction and decided to give it a try, your advantage being knowing Bada in person, making your writing slightly more accurate. What happens when Bada discovers your recent fantasies? She finds herself determined to find out if they’re fact or fiction…

Bada loved when you’d join her classes. When you danced, she’d watch how you danced with confidence, how you would roll your eyes at yourself when you’d forgotten the choreography, how your body would move on it’s own, improving smoothly to the beat, eyes determined to find the choreography, before you’d jump back in with the others in sync.

The class had been going on for about thirty minutes now before Bada called for a water break. You had no friends in the class, deciding that you’d rather focus on your moves than anyone around you, making it difficult to befriend anyone there. It was okay though, you were content with that. You sat down on the floor, your back against the cold wall, catching your breath. You listened as everyone talked about “How attractive that person was.” And gossiped about trying to get the numbers of dancers that they were falling for. Luckily, you were more focused on dancing, but it wasn’t difficult to follow choreography when your instructor was so good at dancing herself. You often felt yourself getting chills from how she moved so effortlessly, hitting every beat with every part of her body. You’d be lying if you didn’t admit to having extreme respect for her, the way she hyped her students up, she was an amazing instructor. This was only your third week of being in her class but not once has she wavered… Until today.

Today just felt intense. She hadn’t yelled at anyone or said anything snarky… It was just the way she looked at you. It didn’t go unnoticed, not while you were dancing and especially not when you walked through the door forty-five minutes ago in order to get to class early and stretch. You felt eyes glaring into you in this moment and you looked to the far left side of the room, sure enough it was Bada. Her eyes pierced through you, and as soon as your eyes met, you noticed something distinctive in them. Determination. You tried to hold her stare, but failed miserably as you saw something cloud over her eyes. Was that lust? You thought to yourself before blushing and quickly looking away, grabbing your phone, scrolling through whatever you could find to get the scenes that started playing in your mind to go away and the growing ache between your legs to soothe somehow. You grabbed your water bottle, lazily taking a sip from it. You didn’t really care if a droplet had escaped or not, it was either you get yourself together, or you make a larger mess just thinking about her. She knew what she was doing. You thought to yourself… And you were correct. She knew exactly what she was doing.

She had watched as you’d sat down on your own, seemingly deep in thought about something, opening your water bottle and lazily raising it up to your mouth, taking a sip of it, your tongue darting out to catch the extra water droplet, your chest rising up and down trying to recover from the dancing you had previously been doing. Bada found herself getting frustrated, grabbing her water bottle taking a few sips before sitting it back down, closing her eyes, leaning against the wall behind her, trying to get a grip, which didn’t seem to be working as she opens her eyes, to meet yours, only for you to avert your gaze, quickly grabbing your phone and looking down at it, the blush not going unnoticed, making Bada smirk subconsciously.

It bothered Bada that she didn’t even know your name yet, but she’d never let you know that. So she looked for her favorite wing-woman: She looked at Tatter and nodded towards you, hoping that she would get the message. Tatter looked your way. When your eyes met, Tatter smiled slightly and got up to talk to you.

Bada gulped and waited for you to join the rest of the group slightly nervous at the idea of you sitting beside her but her nervousness turned into confusion as Tatter sat down next to you instead and you two started talking. Bada felt her eyes glaring daggers towards Tatter as she heard a small giggle escape your lips.

Bada hoped that this went unnoticed but Lusher took one look between Bada and you and said, “I’ll be right back.” Lusher also walked over to you and Tatter, “Hi! I’m Lusher! Why don’t you both come sit next to us?” A wave of nervousness suddenly rolled over you as you looked over at her. Her eyes were glued to you, before she nodded at the empty space next to her. From that look alone, you agreed and grabbed Tatter’s hand as she stood up and lead you to Bada’s side.

As soon as you sat down, Bada turned to you, eyes staring into yours, “What’s your name?” She asked rather bluntly and without skipping a beat, you answered. She smirked slightly, looking you up and down, taking you in. “I’ve seen you dancing.” You suddenly went awkward, not knowing if that was a good or bad thing.

As you went silent, Bada’s thoughts were racing. Little did you know, from the moment that giggle left your mouth, she was imagining an empty studio, you pushed against the wall, shaking as her fingers made her way inside of your sweatpants, sneaking into your panties, before looking into your eyes as she slid her fingers in and out of you, one of her knees keeping your legs spread while her other hand covered your mouth, catching your pretty little moans.

Bada was however brought back to reality when Tatter’s hand lightly touched your arm, tracing patterns on it, and she said, “I have too… You’re really good.” You just sent a shy smile her way and mumbled a “Thank you.”

As if it couldn’t get any hotter in the studio, Bada felt burning anger run through her unlike before.

She was feeling fire and seeing red, the only thing pulling her out of her trance was the voices of the other girls encouraging you to try out for the group and your voice saying, “I’m not sure I’m that good.” Bada blinked at that, confused. You were so good, how could you not be confident? “Try out.” She said. “But I’m not-“ “It wasn’t a question,” she leaned forward, eyes meeting yours, her breath fanning over your lips, “It was a command.” All you could do was nod slightly. She smirked, going to say something else before the timer on her watch went off. She looked annoyed as she was interrupted but she quickly snapped back into her normal instructor mode, adorable large smile, adjusting her cap and practically springing off of the floor, yelling excitedly,

"Okay! Water break over everyone! Back in your positions! Let's do this!" She yelled out. You started heading back to your original spot but a hand caught your arm lightly and positioned you by her side. "You look good here."

You watched as you moved perfectly with Bada, not missing a beat. You both had a different way of dancing but it was confident and matched one another. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of one another, giggling as she did her usual hip thrust to the beat and giggling as you attempted to do it as well, “How do you do that!?” You yelled out laughing.” Bada smiled cheekily, “I’ll teach you later.” Your face was a new level of red but you continued dancing until it was time to freestyle. This was when both Tatter and Bada’s gaze locked on you. You were so lost in the music that you didn’t recognize this, but Bada sent a look to Tatter, slightly smirking before joining in on your freestyle, sneaking up behind you and thrusting against you, sending you into a quiet but ungodly gasp, “B-Bada-.” She pointed towards the mirror and said, “I told you that I’d teach you… Now just follow me.” And follow her you did. You knew that it looked good with the whole room screaming out, “Wooo!”, “Whoaaa!”, and “Ohhhhhh’s” Bada smiled and shook her head at the class, backing away, giving you the spotlight until the song faded.

After class was over, Tatter ran over to you, asking for your number, which you gave to her. “Thank you so much!” She said. “Of course! Thank you so much for being my first friend in class.” You watched as Tatter’s smile faltered a bit and Bada walked up behind her, smirking slightly at the conversation. She felt bad for Tatter but at least Tatter knew where you two stood, or maybe it was the fact that Bada herself knew where you two stood, but Bada gave Tatter a tight hug, “You danced so well tonight!” Tatter smiled brightly once again. Bada had a way of making everyone feel better.

Before you could leave, Bada also asked for your number. You looked at her, shocked. She was your instructor after all. Bada cleared her throat and said, “You know, for dance practice Thursday.”

You looked at Tatter and looked at Bada, mouth agape. “You’re asking for me to join Team Bebe?” Tatter squealed excitedly for you.

“I’m not asking you to. You’re going to.” You didn’t know how to react until Tatter hugged you and shouted, “WELCOME TO THE TEAM!!!” You giggled and hugged back.

Bada clicked her tongue, smiling at the scene in front of her. “Hey! You’re welcome.” You quickly turned to Bada and laughed before hugging her tightly, mumbling a “Thank you so much.” Into her chest. She pulled you tighter against her, feeling comfortable with you in her arms. You realized that the hug had went on for a second too long when you felt your heartbeat picking up and a sudden tension rising between you two. “I’ll see you Thursday.” You said, pulling away reluctantly and grabbing your bag and your water bottle before saying your final goodbyes and leaving, waiting until you got into your car and squealed, doing a little happy dance. You’d never been more excited for a Thursday before...

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Two months had passed since that day and you were finally starting to get more confident in your dancing. You matched well with the team and if you happened to forget anything, you picked up on it easily. You've gotten to know all of the girls rather well and tonight you even planned to have a sleepover with Lusher. Tatter was going to join but didn't know if she could because Bada had needed her to stay behind and work on a dance idea she had. She thought that Tatter's personality matched the choreography so well, she wanted to make her the Main Dancer. She looked so happy and then her smile slowly disappeared, looking at you guys before saying, "I'm so sorry that I have to miss tonight." She ran over to You and Lusher, hugging you both. You giggled a bit, "We'll miss you too but this is your chance! Don't apologize, just rock it!" Tatter nodded excitedly, smiling and saying, "Thank you!" Before running back over to Bada. You looked over at Lusher, watching her smile but seeing something completely different in her eyes. You comfortingly ran your hand up and down Lusher's arm, knowing that comforted her, before grabbing her hand. She smiled over at you and you laced your fingers together, squeezing her hand lightly, before walking towards the door. As you're walking out, you wave towards Tatter and Bada, "Bye girls! You better work it!" A smirk reached Bada's lips before her eyes looked down at your fingers intertwined with Lusher's. Her jaw locked painfully as she saw this and before she knew what she was saying, she was calling out your name, causing you to pause and look at her immediately, "Bring a change of clothes with you tomorrow. You're going to need it." Although you were confused, you decided not to question it and you nodded, "Yes, Bada" before officially walking out the door, feeling like something broke as soon as you walked out. "Hey, are you okay?" Lusher asked. You nodded and smiled, "Yeah, are you?" Lusher took a slow breath in before sighing out, "I think I need a drink...You?" You laughed and nodded, "Oh you have no idea." before you both got in the car and put on your seatbelts. As you turned on the car, your favorite song came on and you both started singing along while driving. You took in a deep breath, "Tonight's going to be fun." Lusher smiled, genuinely this time. "Yeah! Tonight will be life changing!" Little did you know, it would be.

…

You and Lusher are currently watching ‘Elf’, giggling loudly, at one point, your heads tap against one another, “Owwww!” You both said. “I-I think we’ve had a littttle too much spicy juice, Lushy.” You giggled out, trying to stand up and almost falling.

She catches you and nods her head in agreement, sighing, “I wish Tatter could be here…” Usually you wouldn’t be so bold to ask but obviously your barely half-sober state had made you quite bolder, “Do you like her?”

Lusher’s face turned bright red and she quickly looked down, “Uhm well-“ “That’s a yes.” She poked you, “Shhhhush!” And you laughed a bit before sighing out, settling into a comfortable silence. “So… Bada.” You quickly snap your head up to look at the girl, “She’s single, you know…” “She is?” You asked, surprised. Lusher nodded her head, “Are you?” You nodded your head in response. “Some days I enjoy it and others it gets lonely,” you paused, pondering upon some moments, “I actually used to write fanfiction to cure it. Really, any kind of fiction. I enjoyed seeing how people reacted and bringing my characters to life as well.” You said, shaking your head and laughing lightly, “Those were good days.”

Lusher chipped in, “I wonder if Bada has fanfiction written about her…” I was surprised at myself for not thinking about that before as I watched Lusher grabbing her laptop and searching up “Bada Lee Fanfiction” and we started reading, surprised at how accurate some of the writing was.

Lusher looked at me, a twinkle in her eyes, “You should write one.” We laughed and made up multiple plots, staying up and writing. One in particular is the most memorable. Lusher had turned to me with a mischievous look in her eyes, “You should write a smut.” And beyond my drunken belief, I wrote it and people actually read it... They even liked it which is great. Except, I didn't know that it would reach so many people... One person in particular...

Bada didn’t know how she had found herself down this loophole… Oh yeah, it started with Lusher’s drunk text, at first it was cute, just a picture of you two making cute, goofy faces and smiling, then a video of you two being silly, but what stopped everything? “Did ya know that you have fanfictions written about you?”

I raised an eyebrow, quite amused, “I mean… I wouldn’t doubt it but I didn’t know it.”

“You should read them. They’re actually really good and addicting. See?” The next thing she sends is a picture of you eating popcorn while reading fanfiction. She shook her head, laughing, about to respond before Lusher messaged her once again, “Just don’t read the smut fics about you.”

And that’s how and when that’s how she got here at 3 AM, reading about her mindlessly fucking some poor girl… In every position possible.

Bada kept seeing that girl, as you. Eating you out, fingering you, strapping you, spanking you, choking you, you name it, she was doing it.

Bada’s fingertips ran up and down her stomach, before they slowly made their way down to her panties, her mouth opening slightly in shock at how wet she had become. She slipped her long, slender fingers into her panties, before finding her clit, rubbing it and moaning out into silence, before pushing her fingers into her entrance, curling them, whimpering and moaning helplessly, before finally groaning desperately, tightening around her own fingers, body releasing and gasping for air. She had an undercover account and went to follow this fan… The first who had made her cum… She almost passed out when she looked at the username… It was you.

Well, fuck.

~

“Wake your lazy ass up!” You woke up to a pillow hitting you in the face and a panicked Lusher.

“Huh? What’s happening?” You asked, still half asleep and confused.

“We overslept and are going to be late for class if you don’t get up and start getting ready, now!” You looked at the time and that was enough to wake you up. You immediately started getting ready when you got a text from Bada, “Make sure you bring pajamas. We’re having a sleepover.” You blinked at the sudden news but still typed back, “Okay.” And resumed getting ready…

This time you were 15 minutes late instead of early. “Oooo look who broke her late streak!” Kyma joked with you when you and Lusher made your way in. You playfully glared back towards Lusher, who was making her way in slowly with a cup of coffee, “Only because someone forgot to get gas and insisted on getting coffee.”

Tatter’s face brightened as Lusher ran over and handed her a cup of coffee, causing you to smile a bit. “Hey! It was for a good cause!” Tatter shouted, causing almost everyone to laugh.

Bada stood there, eyes glued to you, giving you goosebumps, “Warm up.”

You quickly started warming up. It didn’t take you long to realize that something was wrong with Bada. She was stressed, something was on her mind. It had been over an hour now and she couldn’t remember her own choreography. When Lusher asked what was wrong, Bada snapped her way and answered with, “Nothing.” She looked at us and said, “Sorry. You guys have been doing great, I just can’t seem to focus,” She looked at me as she said that before continuing, “just go home for today. You’re dismissed.” As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you wanted to have a sleepover with Bada, you thought that it would be fun but you knew that Bada wasn’t in the best mood and assumed that she had changed her mind, making you decide to load up all of your stuff and start to head out before you hear her from behind you, “Go change, we’re going home.”

You nodded at the command that was just given to you and changed into your pajama set that you had bought, it was black with pink trim around it, a nice silky texture with ruffles on your shorts. When you walked out wearing that, it took every ounce of Bada to not take you in the middle of the studio room.

“Ready?” She asked. You nodded in response and followed her to the car. The ride home was nothing short of intense. Whenever you were around Bada, it’s like you couldn’t breathe. You weren’t afraid of her. It was just that the air was so full of this unknown and unsolved tension.

When you finally arrived to the house you took in how nice it was, biting your lip subconsciously at the cozy aspect of it. Bada told you to have a seat on the couch and she went into the kitchen and came back with what you had said to be your comfort food, ramen. You were surprised at the freshness of it, before you looked up at Bada, “You… Cooked this?” She smiled at you and nodded. “You remembered?” A light crimson color covered her face and she sat down beside you, “Eat up.” And you did, while watching different YouTube videos, laughing and conversing about certain ones. After you two were done eating, you turned to look at one another. The air around the two of you was comfortable for once, comfortable enough that you felt like it was safe to ask, “So… What was going on with you earlier?”

Silence filled the air, the question shattering almost every ounce of comfort, tension filling the air as she looked at you, and your heart dropped at her next question, “Why do you not like me?”

“Huh?” You asked, dumbfounded and completely thrown off by her question.

“You talk with everyone else. Hell, you almost had a sleepover with Tatter last night and you did have a sleepover with Lusher. You were even 15 minutes late to my class,” She was getting closer to you with every word, you moved back until you were lying down on the couch with Bada was on top of you, “You even write fictions about me but you won’t even greet me after class.” Your heart dropped as soon as she mentioned the fiction.

You opened your mouth to respond but Bada’s lips were quickly on yours, a soft, teasing kiss before you could say anything, a small whimper coming out of your mouth.

She pulled away and looked into your eyes, “Is this-“…Fuck it “Yes.” You breathed out before grabbing her by the collar of her shirt, pulling her lips back to yours, this kiss was hungry, needy, everything that you both had been waiting for since you first locked eyes. Her teeth nipped at your bottom lip making you whine, causing her to slide her tongue into your mouth. As she did this, her knee that was placed between your thighs moved up and touched your entrance, grinding against your aching core causing you to arch your back and let out the most humiliating moan that you ever have. “Fuck.” She huffed out, looking at you underneath her, “Let’s take this to bed, baby.” You whined at the loss of contact and followed her into the bedroom, where you were quickly on your back. You watched as Bada took in every part of your body, before looking at your shorts in particular, “I love these little ruffles on you… But I think they’d look better on the floor.” You don’t know how she did it, but almost skillfully, she had you completely undressed in seconds. You’d never felt more vulnerable than when you had Bada Lee on her knees in front of you between your thighs, stretching your legs as far as they could go. You watched as she raised her finger to touch your clit and instead lightly spanked it instead, “Oh!” You shouted, your already sensitive body reacting in ways that you never have before. She quickly slid two fingers into your tight heat, moving them in and out at an almost inhuman pace. “Is this what you wrote about? Hm? Me finger fucking your tight pussy until it flutters around me?” You didn’t have time to register what she said before you felt yourself starting to reach the edge, “Hmmm nope… Not yet.” She removed her long fingers from your tight entrance, making you tear up and look at her desperately… This only turned her on more. She grabbed a her strap out of her drawer and put the harness on. You looked at the size and bit your lip, “I don’t think it will fit.” “I’ll make it fit.” She said confidently. She slowly entered into you, groaning as she saw you opening up for her, taking all of her in. Usually she would have taken her time, but she had been thinking of this for too long, you screaming underneath her, your eyes rolling back in your head and most importantly, “I’m gonna cum!” Bada chuckled lowly, stopping inside of you abruptly. “You’re going to hold it.” You whimpered as you felt yourself throbbing around the rubber strap. “Please-“ She started going in and out of you again, hitting that special little spot inside of you, grabbing a small vibrator and placing it on your clit. You shook with pleasure as you felt her strap rubbing against your walls, vibrations ringing through you. She knew you were close, she watched as your body tensed and arched underneath her, and yet she said two words that made you want to kick and scream, “Hold it.” “I can’t!” “You will fucking hold it if you want to fucking cum!” She sped up inside of you, groaning as she felt the hilt of the strap hitting against her clit from the speed of moving in and out of you, moaning herself as she heard your wet little noises, watching you bite your lip… And then, she pulled out.

“Turn over.” She commanded through your whines. She could have came just from watching you dripping down your thighs. She leaned over you, lightly putting her hand around your throat to pull you to her, just for her to whisper in your ear, “Count.” You couldn’t even ask her what she meant before a burning slap came across your ass, “One!” You counted out, “Two!”, “Oh fuck Bada, Three!”, she stopped at 15, pulling your hair and reaching around to pinch your clit, “If you ever show up late to my class again without good reasoning, you’ll be counting in front of the entire fucking team. Got it?” You whined out, “Yes Bada, yes!” She then flipped you onto your back, kissing you as she pushed her strap into you once again, “Good girl…” Bada loved it when you’d gasp against her every time she’d suddenly thrust into you, hitting your spot, but she also found herself seeing stars. “B-Bada- gonna- cum, pretty pleaseeee!”

“Cum for me, baby girl.” She said, speeding up her thrusts. You squealed out a little as you feel her going deep inside of you, you laying there, helpless while she’s above you, biting her lip, watching how every ounce of your body reacts to her. You were getting closer and closer and with one more hard thrust, you reached your breaking point, grasping onto the sheets until your knuckles turned white, Bada watching hungrily as you came tumbling down from your high, breathing in and out as Bada also started to shake over you, moaning as she was closer and closer to hitting her own high. “Come on, Bada. Cum for me.” And just like that, her eyes looked into yours desperately as she came, burying her face into your neck with one final thrust, sending you over the edge with her once again.

After a few minutes of catching your breath and a few soft kisses, Bada moved a few strands of hair out of your face, pulling out gently, and laying the strap to the side. She brought you into her arms, cuddling you. “So… You do like me?” She asked softly. You rolled your eyes and bit your lip, “Of course I do.” She looked at you, smugly, “What?” You muttered, half asleep… “I hate to tell you this but… You wrote facts, not fiction.” She smirked at you as your face went red. “I-“

“Nope. Now, go to sleep baby. In the morning, you can write a fiction of me eating you out.”

[griddymasterr]

Behind The Camera

m.

cw: smut,fluff,bottom!reader,dom!bada,consented voyeurism, hint of a threesome, photo exhibitionism, dirty dirty dirty dirty talk

synopsis: While working on a photoshoot, you were surprised to see that a friend who you had once spent a wonderful summer with was your client. You two decided to spend time together, catching up and in at her request, you showed her what things were like behind the camera…

“Keep on slaying, girl!”

“You too! See you next week!”

You giggled slightly as you watched your usual client strutted out of the studio.

“At least I slay at taking photos.” You mumble to yourself.

You enjoyed it, it just wasn’t your dream. You just did it because you were good at it. The truth is, you would have loved to be strutting out and in the studio in different outfits, immediately being able to strike a show-stopping runway pose, but that just wasn’t your life.

“Where’s my inspiration?” You asked yourself, thinking back to the time that you once were happy where you were, excited to even have your job. Now it’s like you’re looking for something different. You shook those thoughts out of your head as you realized that soon your next client would be arriving.

You let out a sigh as you started setting up, making sure the camera was centered, straightening out the backdrop, getting props ready, the usual photography stuff.

As you were finishing setting up, “Hello Miss, your next client is here.” The voice of your personal assistant rang out. You smiled at her, nodding your head slightly, “Thank you, Aiki. I truly appreciate you.”

Aiki smirked at you, “Anytime Miss.” And with that, she left, leaving you utterly confused. Aiki had been acting different lately. Getting closer to you, brushing her fingers up your arm slightly, playing with your hair, even offering a massage because you looked stressed,

“Come on… You look so tense… I just wanna make you feel good…” You looked at her suspiciously but just nodded, allowing her to give you a massage. She put both of her hands on your shoulders, softly pushing against them, causing you to bite your lip from how good it felt. She ran her hands down your spine, rubbing against the arch in your back, causing you to subconsciously let out a moan, your head falling back onto her shoulder as she gave you the best back massage that you’d ever had. Embarrassed by your sudden moan, you looked back over to her as she smirked, sneaking her hands around your waist, lips almost touching as she ran her hands down your sides, moving them to your inner thighs, before whispering to you, “I could massage somewhere else if you’d like…?”

“Hello?”

A gentle and kind voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked up, a very tall woman with an oversized shirt on and sweatpants running in your direction catches you off-guard. She’s gasping bent over trying to catch her breath as she’s talking to you, “Sorry…I’m…Late…” she looks up at you, a smile slowly crossing her face.

Your eyes met hers and you finally realized the girl in question. Most may remember her from her amazing dancing but you remembered her from that summer…

You were both 18, newly graduated searching for yourselves. You both decided to go traveling. You had found yourself shopping, frustrated when you couldn’t reach this cool shirt that you wanted to buy, not being one to ask for help, practically jumping to reach the shirt when you saw a hand reach over you, grabbing the shirt and handing it to you. You accepted the shirt and looked up, “You looked like you were having a hard time there.”

You blushed, “Uhm… yeah… thank you.”

You exchanged names, as she wanted to talk more and you now had someone to find yourself with.

You two spent the entire summer glued to the hip, finding different hotels to stay at, restaurants to eat at, places to go, met a few people.

But… All good summers must come to an end and you ended up here. You both achieved your dreams, you ending up with your own famous photography studio and her dancing taking off, leading her to brand deal collaborations.

People grow and change but she still had that beautiful smile, after all, you two met the summer you turned 18.

Suddenly she was embracing you and you wrapped your arms around her, she teared up a bit while looking at you, “I never thought I’d see you again.”

You blinked back a few tears yourself, “I missed you too, Rina.”

She blushed and smiled as you called her by the nickname you had given her based off of her love for dancing, recalling yours as well, “I’m so proud of you, Soniiii!”

Leave it to Bada to nickname you based off of a camera.

You both giggled, before silence filled the air. You locked eyes for a few seconds before you backed away and cleared your throat, “Okay Miss Model, go get changed so that I can get some pretty pictures of you.” She blushed and nodded, running to the fashion station to get ready for our pictures.

~

She came back in and you couldn’t stop looking, surprised to see how fit she was, wondering how someone could look so beautiful and sexy at the same time.

She leaned in at the camera, glaring into it, a look of hunger on her face, making you feel like she was going to devour you.

Little did you know, she was doing this on purpose. When she found out that it would be you taking the pictures, she told the stylist that she wanted bold and sexy, yet casual.

“Just enough to tease my audience a bit.” She had said.

The stylist smiled to herself as she walked away. She knew that models would typically walk in and see you, get flustered and request something like this.

Women loved to be at your direction and seeing how you had your full attention on them only drew them to you more.

You however, were professional and preferred to keep it that way. You weren’t easily tempted and throughout the day, Bada would come to notice that.

You thought that she was absolutely breathtaking, so breathtaking that you focused harder on her than you’ve ever focused on anyone else. Captivated by the way she moved positions so simply, everything Bada did was perfect.

“Okay, that’s the end of the shoot!” You say, smiling brightly at her.

She didn’t return the smile, only walking towards you, “When’s your break?”

“Oh, I’m actually done now. Are you hungry?” You asked, packing up your stuff.

Unexpected that she didn’t even have to suggest anything, she answered with a quick, “Yes.”

“Me too… I’m starved. I know this place where we could go to eat. It’s like the restaurants we used to go to!” Bada smiled as you brought back the memories of you two. She nodded in agreement and you two headed out, not before walking by Aiki and saying, “Thank you, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Aiki and Bada looked at one another, not saying a word or smiling, instead a glare was held between the two, the air growing thick before Aiki looked at you and smiled, “Anytime Miss. It will be my pleasure to see you tomorrow.”

Bada’s jaw clenched, watching as this woman openly flirted with you, before grabbing your hand and practically dragging you out of the studio.

Once you two were outside, she helped you unload your equipment into the car, “This is so sweet of you. Thank you Bada.”

She nodded, asking if she could hold onto your camera, to which you granted her permission, knowing that she loved photography.

Seatbelts on, radio playing, you looked over at her, “Ready to go?”

She smiled, “Let’s go eat.”

~

Today feels like you’ve picked up a piece of yourself that you haven’t even thought of in a while. Her sitting across from you made you feel like you could do anything.

“So… Why aren’t you a model?” Bada asked you as you both sat on your bed, same position as you used to, across from one another, knees touching as she picked up her makeup brush and softly ran some black eyeshadow over your lid. You’d expected this considering she’s always loved using that color on you.

“Mmm… I just don’t think that I’d be a good one…” You answered truthfully.

“Mhm… Well I would love to be behind the camera for once… And see you in front of it.”

Suddenly, it was hot in the room and you took in a slow breath, trying to control yourself. Why did she sound so seductive when saying that?

“Model for me?” She asked, innocently.

You knew that she knew exactly how to use the camera as she loved photography so you breathed out a “Yes.”

“Open up.” And you parted your lips as she painted them a dark red.

…Bada had plans that you weren’t aware of or ready for tonight, she just didn’t know how to initiate them until-

Ring

Aiki was calling for what felt like the 20th time tonight. You reached for it but Bada grabbed it before you could.

“She can leave a voicemail. She’s your personal assistant.” And you nodded in agreement. Despite the fact that when Monday comes around, Aiki would definitely have a few words to say about this but… Sometimes people need to be patient.

Bada had picked out a beautiful black lace set for you to wear for the photoshoot and told you to go put it on and when you walked back into the room, she took you in, gulping and breath picking up a bit.

“Do I look okay?” You asked, looking down at yourself, nervously.

Bada took her hand in yours leading you back to the bed, saying “You look more than okay.” It didn’t take you long to realize that she had fixed the lighting, a beautiful red color cascading down your arms.

“Thank you.” You whispered back.

“You’re welcome, now bend over.” She said so bluntly that it was almost comical to you.

“What?” You chucked out.

She didn’t appreciate the chuckle and you knew that once you heard her voice get lower, repeating herself, “You heard me. Bend over.”

And immediately, you did. Bada took the camera and started flashing pictures from every different angle that you could think of, and you start getting lost in the music and the camera flashes, moving your body and posing just the way she wanted you to.

So very obedient…

The last position you ended in was on your back and by this time, Bada herself was soaking wet and had put the camera down, you looking at her and saying, “Don’t I look good, Bada?”

Everything felt like slow motion as something in her snapped and she immediately took the camera off, sitting it down and had her lips on yours shocking you before you relaxed into the kiss, getting lost with her lips on yours.

“You’re so fucking tempting without trying. No wonder Aiki wants to fuck you.” You moaned out as she bit your bottom lip.

“A-Aiki doesn’t- She’s my a-assistant.” You whimper out at the girl on top of you.

Bada chuckled darkly. She had always been protective of you but this time she snapped, “Wanna bet? Maybe we should give her a call… Show her who you belong to.”

“Bada don’t- Ah!” You were cut off by her fingers suddenly entering your pussy.

“Already so wet and I didn’t even touch you? What a mess you are.”

Then suddenly, in Bada’s hand, your phone started ringing, “Bada, no!” But all rationality flew out the window as Bada answered your phone, “Hello? Yes this is Bada… Her? Oh she’s busy right now. Really need her?” Smirking, Bada started a FaceTime call, putting it on speaker, “What is this for-“

Aiki’s eyes went wide as she saw you arching you back, asking if you were okay before you let out the loudest moan she had ever heard.

“Fuck.” Aiki bit her lip, watching as you blushed full of embarrassment but for some reason, became more wet from this.

“A-Aiki- I’m s-so sorry!” You whined out as you noticed that Bada had exposed you to Aiki, while tickling your g-spot.

“Yeah… She’s been kind of sassy to me today and she hasn’t picked up any of your calls… Don’t you think she should be punished?” Bada asked Aiki, smirking.

“Are you close?” Aiki’s voice rang from the speakers.

“Y-Y-Yes!” You said, stuttering to even get words out.

“Bada, stop touching her. She’s not cumming yet.” Bada pulled her fingers out, smirking, knowing exactly what Aiki was doing.

Bada then stuck her fingers up to your whining mouth, making you open up, taking them in your mouth before Bada moved her fingers in and out of your mouth, “Yeah make sure to get them clean.”

You whimpered out, not knowing what you had done so incorrectly to be punished and banned from cumming, “Please?”

Bada sighed, “You really don’t get it do you?”

Aiki’s voice joined in, “The way you tease us and your other clients at work? I don’t think that you understand how many times I’ve thought of ripping the camera out of your hands and just eating you out on the studio floor…”

“See? I knew she wanted to fuck you…But she can’t, because you’re mine to touch, kiss, and eat… But she can tell me what to do to you right now.” Bada said, an attitude popping up.

“Spank her clit.” Aiki commanded.

You screamed out as Bada’s hand came down onto your sensitive clit immediately.

“Keep spanking it.” Bada kept spanking it, until you were bucking your hips up again. Bada noticed that you were going to cum, pointing this out, she spanked your clit harder, building you up, you were shaking, your eyes rolled back.

“Stop touching her again. She hasn’t learned her lesson.” You were in tears, shaking, begging to cum.

Bada couldn’t keep doing this anymore, she needed you immediately. She got up and walked out of the room to get something, keeping Aiki on the phone.

“I know that she’s beautiful but she’s mine so… I think that now I’m just going to take her.” Bada told Aiki.

“She looks really sensitive already, do you think you may need help holding her down?” Aiki asked.

As tempting as the thought of Aiki holding you down while she pounded into you relentlessly was, she had known you since she was 18 and the moment you came, she wanted to be between you two only.

Walking back into the room with a large strap around her waist, she said “I don’t think I’ll need anymore help tonight, Aiki. But… She may need a personal assistant to help her walk next week.” Bada turned the camera to face you once again, “Say goodnight to your assistant, baby.”

“G-Goodnight Aiki!” You whimpered out.

Aiki chuckled, “Goodnight and good luck.”

“Oh, and Aiki? The way she looks right now? Be sure to remember it, because this is the only time you’ll be seeing her like this. She’s mine… But thank you for your assistance.” Bada then hung up and tossed your phone onto your bed.

“Baby, I’ve been wanting you since we first met, and I’ve always wanted to do what I’m about to do right now.”

“Pleeeease.” You whine out.

“Good girl…” Bada bit her lip and grabbed your waist lightly, pushing a button and thrusting the vibrating strap into you, watching as your back arched.

She pushed your legs back to give her complete control and drilled into you, your eyes rolling back suddenly, your hips thrusting up to meet her thrusts. It’s as if you two were dancing together.

Soon, she hit your g-spot and stayed there against it, you closed your eyes tightly, moaning loudly. She pushed harder against your g-spot, moaning into your neck as the hilt hit against her clit, the vibrations driving her to the edge.

“Come on baby, open your eyes and cum for me- Fuck!” And at the same time, you both released with needy screams, eyes looking into one another’s, both sharing dazed and desperate looks as you came down from your highs.

Bada leans down and kisses you once again, you kissing back. “I love you…” You whispered to her.

“I love you… I’ve loved you ever since I saw you jumping to get that shirt.” She giggled against your lips.

You rolled your eyes and pushed at her slightly, only for her to wrap her arms around you and smile…

“So… How’d it feel behind the camera?”

[griddymasterr]

Control Freak.

♡ bada lee x reader / NSFW❗❗❗

SUMMARY: Your girlfriend doesn’t like giving up the reins, but perhaps with some gentle urging she will finally let loose. Even if it's just for a little bit.

WORD COUNT: 4.7k

CW: PORN WITHOUT PLOT (like leech rallay NO plot), established relationship, reader is a power bottom and bada is perplexed!! befuddled!!11, bada with a strap, toys.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: please don't kill me for not releasing a request. (〃´▽`〃) this has been in my drafts for a while, so i decided to finish it. kind of experimental / out of my comfort zone, but hopefully still enjoyable!!1 not proofread yet btw.

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Bada always needed to be in control.

You had noticed when you first met her.

That particular club had never been on your radar before, but your friends dragged you along and the crowd and music were decent enough. It had only taken fifteen minutes of you dancing around strangers, the heavy bass of the music controlling the sway of your body, until a pair of magnetic eyes met yours from across the room. 

Something about her beckoned you, the anticipation blooming in your stomach. Even when her arm had snaked around your lower back, signaling to any passersby that she had staked her claim, Bada couldn’t help but glance over to her friends every once in a while; making sure they weren’t going overboard with drinking. Before she took you to her place she checked in on each and every one of them, her hand never leaving your lower back.

When Bada had invited you to watch one of her dance classes, you immediately picked up on her ability to command the room. When her students performed the taught choreo back to her, Bada's eagle-like eyes searched for any out-of-place formations or unsharp movements. If anyone was off the beat, she would make them redo the entire routine start to finish. Not in a draconian way, but with words of encouragement, only ever wanting to see them give their very best.

You noticed again on one of your first dates. After offering to cook for her that evening, Bada insisted on tagging along with you to the grocery store. She had wricked the basket from your hand straight away with a half smile. Without even needing to, she reached any tall shelf regardless. 

Once settled in your small one bedroom apartment, Bada had lurked over your shoulder with curious eyes like a patient puppy, watching you prepare the meal. Before you could even ask, she handed you whichever utensils or ingredients were needed. All that despite your constant urging to have her sit back and relax.

Instead, Bada shook her head with a bashful smile: “I want to help.” Is what she had said.

You noticed in more private settings, too. 

Whenever she made you orgasm, she would lock your legs in place and deliberately hold down the thrashing of your limbs. Bada wanted to feel you lose yourself to her, and never make you forget who got you to that point.

Her hungry gaze didn't leave your face, as if she needed to commit every expression to memory. “That’s it, baby,” She’d coax, “So good for me.”

When she wore the familiar harness with her strap-on, she immediately had you bent over in a perfect angle; a hand on the back of your neck to keep you exactly where she wanted you as she pistoned her hips against you. As soon as you got close, she would pull out with a giggle, only to move you onto your back; hoisting your legs over her shoulders to see how far she could edge you along.

Sometimes you wanted to return the favor: “Let me make you feel good,” You would whisper against her lips, Bada panting underneath you as her hands found purchase on your hips. 

Despite her unwavering dedication in keeping you pliant, you were desperate to give back to her. So you would throw a leg over her waist in a foolhardy attempt to lock her into place, and Bada followed your every motion with a lovestruck expression.

However, once your fingers pressed into her, half-lidded eyes meeting yours, her hand would curl around your wrist: sometimes dictating your motions, and sometimes just to keep a tight hold on you. A silent reminder of who is in charge.

And despite this clear-cut dynamic in the bedroom, neither of you ever cared for strict roles. It wasn’t something you had ever explicitly discussed. You worked her up just as much as she did you. Some days you were both desperate for it, one shoving the other against a wall after a long week of barely getting to see each other; other days the two of you giggled under the sheets, the early morning rise peeking through the blinds as soft pants filled the room. 

Yet the outcome was always the same. Completely surrendering yourself to her as she, almost obsessively, found new ways to have you exactly the way she wanted you.

You didn’t mind, though, as it was so inherently Bada. Soft, yet capable; kind, but forthright; sometimes shy, though always poised.

But sometimes, you wondered.

After a particularly stressful day, she would lay you down on the bed and put on her strap without you even imploring her to do so. Wearing her harness, she could sometimes come from just watching your eyes roll back as she fucked into you, the suction on the back of the strap rubbing against her mound at just the right angle. 

Other times, you pushed your hand down her harness, fingers circling her folds in an attempt to keep up with the unforgiving pace of her hips. 

But most of the time, she would hold your hands over your head or against your back, and intently watch you come undone, not paying attention to her own pleasure whatsoever. 

It almost seemed to be cathartic for her, having such a control over you when her grueling schedule was something she simply underwent. When her professional life had become hectic, she barely found the energy to say ‘no’ to things. She would come to your place with tense muscles and a tired smile, but never too tired to pull you into the bedroom with a meaningful look in her eyes. You were more than willing to give her that release. What were you if not at her disposal?

But you still wondered. You believed that, from time to time, it was healthy to let go of the reins. Perhaps finding a way to relinquish at least a little bit, allowing herself to unravel in your hold, could help her blow off steam too. 

You had an idea, and what better time to try it than today?

Bada had started her day with an early photoshoot and ended it with a filmed interview. Once she had reached your apartment, you already had takeout food laid out on the table for her. She greeted you with a warm embrace, pressing a tender kiss on your lips before digging in.

With a mouthful of fried rice, she complained about unfriendly hairstylists and bad traffic, rubbing at her temples to will away a commencing headache. You listened intently before sharing your own frustrations with a project at work; Bada squeezed your hand, urging you to take a break from time to time. You chuckled at the irony. Look who’s talking.

“I have a day off tomorrow,” Bada said nonchalantly, scooping some leftover slices of beef into her bowl.

“Good thing I changed my sheets today.” You replied teasingly, stealing some of her beef.

Bada looked up at you with a mischievous grin.

Soon after you were on your bed entirely naked, panting and sensitive all over, as Bada hunched over you in nothing but her underwear. She had been teasing you relentlessly, dragging her fingernails up and down your thighs as she scattered hickeys across your skin, tonguing at each bruise she created.

"Tell me what you want, princess." She mouthed against the soft skin of your inner thigh, before her teeth pressed down in a lovebite. 

"Want to get fucked," You managed to rasp, your fingers tangling into the locks of her hair.

She hummed thoughtfully, as if she was deciding on what to eat for dinner, and you felt the reverberations against your skin: "It has been a while, hasn't it?" Her tongue licked a long stripe along the area where your cunt and thigh met, her fingertips squeezing into your quivering legs; holding them still.

It was difficult to stay focused with Bada winding you up as much as she did, but you managed to find a stable enough voice to speak: "I- I want to try something new, though..."

"Oh?” She glanced up at you from in between your legs, her mouth slick from the kisses she had left all over you.

You nodded timidly, slowly moving to sit up. Bada followed suit, watching you curiously with her hands resting atop your thighs.

From your bedside drawer you pulled a small box, quickly opening it and placing the contents on the bed. Bada raised her eyebrows.

It was a small pink bullet vibrator, and a remote.

You watched Bada do the math in her head.

“Do you want to have both…?” You almost choked on your spit, flustering not only at her suggestion but the way she seemed incredibly interested in the prospect.

“No! I want you to… wear this, while also wearing your strap,” You muttered, feeling more embarrassed by the second. Bada’s mouth formed a small ‘o’, and you continued hurriedly: “I think it would feel good, for the both of us.”

The way Bada smiled was almost cheshire-like, and she slowly pushed you down on the bed again, a newfound eagerness in her ministrations that let you breathe a sigh of relief. “Does my baby think she can handle it?” She spoke with a cloyingly sweet lilt to her voice, and you had to swallow the bratty remark on the tip of your tongue. 

Of course Bada could not conceive of herself not being able to handle it- she was still under the impression that you would be the main receiver here.

Before you could think of something to respond, Bada placed the remote and the vibrator in your hand, pressing her lips into the crook of your neck.

“Go ahead. Put it in.” She whispered, and all you could do was obey with an eagerness that left you mortified.

As her lips parted against the sensitive skin of your neck, the tip of her tongue drawing circles, your hand moved into her underwear; you rolled the bullet along the front of her heat, fingers reaching to feel the wetness of her folds. Bada hummed encouragingly, her own hands clinging onto your hips. 

You moved further down, coating the bullet with her wetness and letting it aid you when you slowly pushed it into her entrance with the tip of your finger. It earned you a soft moan from Bada, who let out a shuddered breath against your collarbones.

Before you retreated your hand, you made sure to cup her into the palm of your hand, fingers gliding along her folds. You loved how wet she got, and so fast at that. 

She sucked in a breath at your lingering touches, the sound turning into a mocking giggle. “Are you trying to tease me?”

You shuddered at the silent threat that hid behind her words, and shook your head bashfully. You promptly removed your hand, and Bada clicked her tongue in feigned indignance; but her eyes were still glazed with affection.

It was part of the game the both of you played, but you were still intent on reversing the roles at least a little bit.

Her hand came up to grab a tight hold on your face, fingertips digging into your cheeks as she forced you to meet her in a kiss. You made a desperate noise, immediately parting your lips for her as she kissed your breath away, tongue prodding against yours. 

But she ended the kiss much too soon for your liking, and you chased after her mouth. The taller girl chuckled, pushing you flat against the bed a second time by the grip she had on your face. “Patience” is all she said before moving off the bed and rummaging through the drawer for something familiar.

The strap is a similar bright pink as the bullet, and your shuddered in anticipation. You were always mesmerized from the way Bada stepped into the harness. Everything about her body language alluded to how often she wore it; she hoisted it up and expertly tightened the belts around her hips. Bada was lean, yet soft in all the right places, and the way the straps of the harness hugged around her figure complimented the subtle formation of her abs.

Nothing was ever lost on her, so Bada shot you a lopsided grin when she noticed your hungry stare. She stalked back over to you, much too patient for your liking, and climbed back to her rightful spot between your legs. You held your breath as Bada sat up on her knees, her hands curling under your thighs before she tugged you closer to her with an almost predatory look in her eyes.

She manhandled you in place, and you leaned back on your elbows in surrender. 

Her eyes raked along your figure underneath her and she leaned closer; the cold strap pressing against your navel. You subconsciously ground against it, but Bada was just beyond reach for there to be any satisfying friction.

She tilted her head playfully, a hand coming up to cradle the side of your face: “Do you want my fingers first, or can you take it?” 

You sucked in your lower lip, bringing your hands to the firmness of her stomach. “I can take it,” You responded confidently.

She hummed quietly: “Of course you can,” The look Bada gave you almost turned you into putty, and she pulled your leg around her waist, tilting her hips in such a way that the near end of the strap pressed to your folds. You wanted to rub yourself against it, but you knew better than to defy Bada in a moment like this.

Her other hand moved in between the two of you and she felt at your wetness, just as you had done to her prior. Bada, however, didn’t hesitate before drawing circles against you, your head lolling to the side with a sharp breath. She brought the strap lower on purpose, digging it between your folds before coating it with your arousal, slicking it up. 

You tried to stay still, but every slight roll of her hips had you jump at the sensitivity and you squeezed your eyes shut. That only made it worse however, as Bada took the opportunity to begin gliding the strap up and down against you, relishing in the shudders of your body. You weren’t looking, but you knew she was smiling.

She pressed a wet kiss to your collarbones and brought her hand to the base of her strap, angling her hips at your entrance. Teasingly, she prodded the tip of the strap against you and you were almost certain she was going to drag this out until she hoisted your hips onto her lap; pushing into you without a warning. 

You gasped, clutching onto her waist as you felt the strap stretch your walls. The glide was familiar enough but you couldn’t help but feel full already. You loved the way she stuffed you.

With murmurs of encouragement, Bada grabbed a hold of your hip to push in all the way to the hilt with a sharp jerk, and the movement punched a moan out of you. You clutched onto the sheets as you spread your legs further apart, and Bada greedily crowded over you.

She pulled out until just the head of the strap was still buried in you, and gave you barely a second to breathe before slamming back inside. You dug your nails into the skin of her waist with a drawn-out whine.

The pace she set was immediately ruthless; a slow retreat before punching into you, her hip bones knocking against the back of your thighs with a slapping sound. Soon you became slack jawed, almost feeling drunk on pleasure. Bada’s hands had found purchase atop your breasts, squeezing them as her hips fucked into you, your nipples peeking from between her slender fingers. 

“You take it so well,” Bada groaned, teeth gritting as she accelerated her thrusts. “It’s fucking amazing.” 

If you hadn’t initiated this with a clear plan in mind, you could feel yourself come incredibly fast this way: Bada dominating you, who was so open and willing. Your head lolled to the side as the sound of skin on skin got louder.

Through the daze of pleasure coursing through your body, your hand managed to find the remote belonging to the bullet buried inside Bada. The taller girl didn’t notice what you were reaching for, much more focused on fucking you faster and harder. 

Your fingers somehow managed to find the ‘on’-button, your body rocking back and forth as Bada fucked you, and you pressed on the first setting without warning.

Bada faltered with a curse on her lips as she felt the vibrator set off, hips momentarily freezing. She was still buried deep inside you, and you gasped. You could feel the light pulsing of the vibrating as well, and the thought made you lightheaded. 

Bada found her footing again fast enough, an incredulous laugh falling from her lips. She brusquely grabbed a hold of your face, forcing you to look at her as she stared down with fiery eyes. She slipped back into her previously unforgiven pace, almost as if she didn’t feel the vibrator at all: “You do want to— tease me.” She stated, cooing, but almost interrupting her own words with a moan as the vibrator pulsed inside of her.

You shook your head despite the grip she had on your face: “No,” You moaned breathlessly, fighting the urge to meet her thrusts because it would surely get you to your orgasm much too fast. “Jus’ wanna see you come…”

Bada groaned at your words, leaning down to meet your lips in a messy kiss that was more tongue than anything else. She angled her hips sideways, hitting into a spot that she knew could drive you crazy, this time being no different. You moaned into her mouth and she swallowed greedily, the pace of her thrusts turning faster as you felt the vibrations through her strap.

It felt so good it was dizzying, but Bada still clearly had the upper hand here, and that was not how you wanted this to go.

You moved the vibrator one setting higher. 

Bada almost keeled over at that, pressing the palms of her hands at either side of your head as her lips parted in a silent gasp. Once again her hips stuttered against you. The vibrations were stronger now: you felt it well enough through the strap buried deep inside of you. 

You watched her intently through half-lidded eyes, hands moving to her hips with the remote still in your hold, tenderly caressing along her sides. Her eyes fell shut and she wetted her lips, hips jerking in small motions as she zoned in on the pleasure. Soft gasps were slipping from you at the shallow thrusts, but you did not dare to make her go faster or deeper. The sight hanging above you was much too beautiful.

Bada snapped out of a daze, as if she could read your mind, wild eyes meeting yours. With a tight hold on your thighs, she tugged you impossibly closer to her; her body falling on top of yours, chest to chest, and then she forced her strap deeper into you with a sharp thrust of her hips. You let out a shocked gasp, ankles crossing over her lower back as she hit the spot that made your toes curl. You could feel the vibrations even stronger now, and it seemed Bada was well aware.

“Should I make you come like this? With me staying still?” There was bite to her tone, and you mentally cursed yourself for the lewd moan that fell from your lips as she gave another thrust. You had to actively fight the urge of grinding down on the strap. You knew that, if you did, you would lose this game.

Bada rested her forehead against yours as she remained frozen, watching your every expression, but you noticed her breathing growing heavier by the second.

It was the sign you needed to press the button again, activating the second-to-last highest setting of the bullet.

“FUCK!” She hissed, burying her face in the crook of your neck as her hips flinched immediately. 

You could hear her whine, a sound you rarely ever heard from her, and your mouth went dry. 

You brought a hand to the back of her head, keeping her in place as your legs remained tight around her waist, heels digging into her lower back. The vibrating was maddening for you too, already feeling a red hot tension building up in your lower stomach, and you knew well enough from alone time how strong the third setting on the remote was. 

You could tell she was still actively trying to take charge, but the soft pants against your neck betrayed her true state. Bada began thrusting in small motions, trying to get back to fucking you, but she was so clearly oversensitive from the bullet between her legs that every motion came with stutters.  

While rubbing soothing circles into her scalp, you felt her thighs clench together. Bada’s hands gripped onto the sheets, and the messiness of her thrusts became all the more apparent.

Still, you wanted to push her further.

With the hold your legs had on her, you maneuvered Bada onto her back in one swift motion. She gasped in surprise and you groaned when the strap hit deeper into you, the buzzing of the vibrator sending chills along your spine.

You sat up with an arched back and looked down at her. In turn, Bada was already staring up at you with wide, frantic eyes; her face entirely red and bangs sticking to her forehead. Her lips were parted, and even though she was entirely bewildered, the adoration was easy to read from her expression. She was looking at you as if you were the only person in the universe, almost all her bite from earlier gone.

In a last ditch effort, her hands came to grab a hold of your hips but before she could start thrusting up into you, you turned on the final and highest setting before dropping the remote next to you. 

You could see her eyes roll back, her hand coming up to cover her mouth. She was gritting her teeth, and from the way you pressed down on top of her you could feel the vibrations even clearer. With your palms pressed right above her breasts, you began to fuck yourself on her strap, your back arching even further as the pleasure ran through your body. 

Bada squeezed her eyes shut, uncharacteristically motionless under you and still hiding her moans under her palm. You promptly wrenched her hand away from her face, pinning it next to her head and you didn’t know her pupils managed to become impossibly bigger.

“Let me hear you,” You whispered on top of her, and with a particularly hard thrust you dropped your hips down on her, making Bada’s body shake.

With that encouragement, you opened her floodgates. Her thighs squeezed together below you, and the moans that began spilling from her lips were completely obscene. She was jerking her hips once again, but no longer in an attempt to fuck you into submission; instead, she was frantically chasing after the unbearable pleasure. 

Bada did not know what to do with her hands, one of them clutching onto your hip for dear life as the other balled into a fist next to her head. You angled your hips a bit differently to reach the spot that spurred you on, deftly bouncing on the strap and fucking yourself to completion.

Bada was no longer closing her eyes, staring up at you half lidded as if she never wanted to forget the sight of you on top of her. You, similarly, found her completely irresistible. Bringing your hand to her chin, you pressed your thumb to her lower lip and Bada immediately took your digit inside her mouth. 

She was clearly in a daze, intoxicated from her ecstasy, because she was barely able to suck; instead dragging her tongue messily along your finger through short moans. You dug your thumb into the hollow of her cheek, and with that Bada involuntarily jerked her hips with a groan, punching up into you. It felt as if electricity ran down your spine, and you almost felt yourself orgasm right then and there.

Her hand came up to curl around your wrist, keeping your hand in place as her eyes threatened to fall shut at how overwhelmed she felt; the buzzing of the vibrator seemingly getting louder and louder as the both of you got closer to your release. The redness of her cheeks had cascaded down to her collarbones and her eyes were uncharacteristically wet.

You pulled your thumb away, Bada whining at that once again, but you instead grabbed a hold of her face; your wet thumb smearing her own saliva across her cheek, keeping your pace on the strap steady.

“You wanna come?” You asked softly, the delicateness in your voice betraying how much of a novice you were to this dynamic.

Bada, who still seemed to be coming to terms with the switch of your positions, could only nod, though her eyes said it all: she was completely desperate.

You began gyrating your hips at that, spurring yourself closer and closer to your orgasm with heavy pants. You were feeling the familiar coil in your lower stomach, and your body was begging for release.

“Come with me,” You pleaded, and Bada tightened her hold on your wrist as she took your index- and middle finger into her mouth, moaning deeply around your digits.

Something about that sight did you in. With a few more hard drops of your hips, the sound of your ass slamming down onto the top of her thighs filling the room, you came hard. 

You dropped your head with a loud moan, fireworks coursing through your body and thighs shaking from the exertion of keeping yourself steady on top of her. In tandem with your orgasm, you felt Bada jerk violently underneath you.

She threw her head back, a silent moan stuck on her lips as your fingers slipped out of her mouth, but her grip on your wrist only tightened. Her knees came off the bed, and soon enough she was panting from the overstimulation of the vibrator still pulsing inside of her, while you were still grinding out your orgasm on her strap. 

You had half a mind to grab the remote, your own motions coming to a halt when the sensitivity became too much, and turned off the bullet.

With a lot of effort, you managed to hoist yourself off the strap; hissing at the loss of fullness. Then, you dropped yourself next to Bada, who was trying to catch her breath, thighs absentmindedly rubbing together as she could still feel the phantom sensations of the violent vibrations from the bullet.

Bada turned her head to look at you, and before you could say anything she leaned over to kiss you deeply; head tilted and lips parted. Your hand came up to cradle the side of her face as her own arms circled around your waist, pulling you close to her.

“Thank you,” She muttered against your lips, her voice laced with something deeper as she scattered lazy kisses along your jaw, and you hummed in contentment. 

“How are you feeling?” You asked, your fingers blindly searching for the belts of her harness. 

“Tired…” She murmured, and you had to bite back a laugh. Now she knew how you felt after each time she had her way with you. 

Finally, you found the straps of her harness and began to unbuckle them, helping her slip out of it. Subsequently, you lowered your hand down her panties and Bada huffed a breath, still sensitive. 

You promptly removed the bullet and fixed her underwear back in place with a pat right on her crotch, purposefully forcing a reaction from her. She gasped once again, playfully glaring at you- or at least, attempting to do so. The taller girl was already on the brink of dozing off by the looks of it.

“Go to sleep,” You whispered, enveloping the both of you in a blanket with a final peck to her mouth; Bada pursing her lips a beat too late.

“You’ve got something else waiting for you in the morning…” Bada slurred with her eyes already shut.

[griddymasterr]

ఌ︎ sneaky

genre : smut

synopsis : you and your older brother have a lot of mutual friends, however his best friend is about to be something much more to you.

warnings : yk those pornos that try to have plots but they're failing so bad?? it is like that, older brother's best friend!bada x reader, dom!bada, lowkey slutty reader, jealous and possessive bada, reader called a slut, lowkey perv!bada she be looking up reader's skirt 🫢, brief spitting, fingering and oral, bada lowkey gives reader a strip tease, trigger warning howl is reader's older brother but don't worry there's no heartbreak he is just bada's best friend in this, bada and reader sneaking around, reader is shorter than bada, fic cuts off right before they get caught (poor tatter)

words : 2.2k

a/n : i was going to be silly and cute and say that this is dedicated to @krissysays but this fic is literally so bad that i can't do that to you susjsivhs i wrote this after 24 hours with no sleep so that's my excuse for this being so bad UGH I HATE IT ITS SO BAD. also i havent proof read this because i physically can't not bring myself to torture myself by reading this

most people would probably kill to be in your position right now. seeing as you were the younger sister of howl, you were often surrounded by his friends who just happened to be talented, funny and such attractive dancers.... all of which now were hogging your family's living room on a saturday night. and despite being friendly with the majority of your brother's friends, you currently felt very awkward and out of place - not to mention, very frustrated.

you were currently sat next to tatter - one of the friends that actually felt like your own - engaging in your own small talk. everyone was currently in their own worlds, focusing having conversations in smaller groups. but actually, you were only partly focusing on what tatter was telling you - you were more focused on secretly glancing at the tall girl sat opposite you, seemingly being engrossed in her own conversation with your brother.

it was none other than bada lee. your older brother's best friend, and the girl who you had a stupid crush on since your awkward and cringe teenage phase. said girl also looked completely delectable right now - she was dressed in all black, loose clothing and taking up way more space than she needed to. one of her arms was laid across the back of the sofa and her legs were spread wide and her other hand occasionally came down to grap onto the crotch material of her sweats - she was manspreading and grabbing her crotch as if she carried around the biggest cock ever with her.

you had now been spending your young adulthood doing anything to get attention from the older girl - and that included today. knowing that she would be coming over, you had put a lot of effort into your makeup, your hair and making sure your outfit looked casual enough for the gathering and yet it was short enough to help with the teasing you were trying to put the older girl through. since your brother's friends had arrived, you made sure to purposely drop anything you were holding - allowing you to bend over to put the bottom of your ass on display for the girl. you took the chance to laugh extra at anything she said, twirling her hair around your finger while the two of you spoke, slightly pushing her shoulder after a joke she made - all what you thought were clear signs you wanted her to fuck you, but she gave no reaction. you had gotten so desperate for a reaction, any reaction, that you had even started poking fun at the older - and yet nothing, she gave no reaction except for the signature smile spread across her face. at this point, you had given up and you decided to get your attention from someone else - even if it wasn't as desirable as attention from bada.

briefly turning your attention back to tatter, you lifted your leg up and wrapped it around the cute blonde - your skirt riding up, making your bare thigh press against hers. tatter paused mid sentence to let out a gasp at your action, but quickly continued to ramble while you now gave her your full attention.

what you didn't know was that your teasing had been affecting bada the whole day - actually everyday that you did it - but today especially. despite what you may have thought, she noticed the way you tried to touch her any time that you could and the way you were trying to show off as much skin as you could around her... 'like a slut' bada thought to herself. she had fought all day to keep it all inside, but now seeing the physical affection you were having with tatter? it pissed her off and she clenched her jaw at that. bada's eyes trailed upwards from your lower thigh, up to the gap between your legs. your legs were slightly spread to give space for tatter's body and your already very short skirt was hitched up. in the position you both were in, bada had a clear view of your panty-covered cunt. and even though she felt like a complete pervert, she couldn't pull away her eyes from the way the way the the pink, lace fabric wrapped around your lower lips - on display for her and god knows who else.

bada held back a groan in her throat at the sight, ultimately deciding no one else should see this - and that she should finally give you what you had been craving, her.

"y/n-ie? you mind coming up to help me with something? i think your opinion would be very useful for this choreography i'm currently working on" bada asked, although it sounded more like a demand rather than a question, while she was now stood up in front of you.

shocked, you quickly pulled away from tatter to now be sitting up straight. you opened your mouth to speak - but no sound came out. luckily, your brother spoke up before you.

"suddenly?" howl chucked, now from behind bada. "yeah, i completely forgot earlier i was meant to ask.", bada replied, turning around and smiling at him. the poor excuse seemed to work on howl, as he turned to some other friends to join in on their conversation.

"y-yeah.. sure i can. we can go up to my room?" you now informed bada, still slightly confused. the older girl just nodded in response, causing you to stand up yourself - muttering a quick "be right back" to tatter - before leading bada up to your bedroom.

bada walked into your room behind you, smile fading as she pushed you against your bedroom door - causing it to shut. surprised by this, you let out a small gasp at her action - which is all you did as this is the type of reaction you were ultimately wishing for from bada. the older girl roughly took your chin into one of her hands, placing the other onto the door next to your head, and forced your head upwards to look into her eyes as she looked down into yours.

"this is what you wanted, right? you just wanted to slut yourself out to get my attention, huh? god, have you always been such a whore?" the taller girl spoke at you, her dirty words causing you to let a whimper and eagerly nodding to show her that yes, it is exactly what you wanted. bada chuckled at your eagerness, continuing to speak, "yeah? are you going to be a good girl for me and let me do what i want to you?". to this you again nodded, feeling scared of letting yourself speak in the case that you may embarrass yourself. it seemed that this wasn't enough for bada as the hold she had on your face tightened, your cheeks moving as a result of the tight squeeze of her hands. "you think that's going to be enough after the shit you pulled? if you want to act grown then you better speak up and tell me what you want like a big girl." bada growled lowly as you felt yourself growing wet, the fabric of your panties dampening and now uncomfortably clinging to your soaked pussy.

"fuck- shit- yes, yeah. do whatever you want, please", you managed to mutter out, your answer seeming to satisfy bada as she loosened the grip she had on your face, now using her index finger to stroke your cheek as she smirked down at you.

bada attached her lips to yours, kissing you intensely while moving down her free hand to your skirt and pulling it down roughly, making it fall to the ground. bada bit at your bottom lip while pulling away, causing you to whine at the mild pain and at the annoyance of her stopping. bada's hand traveled to your core, two of her fingers pressing against the wet patch on your underwear - her other hand leaving your face and starting to remove your crop top.

"i think you wore these pretty panties for me, hm? spreading your legs for everyone to see even though it's only me who should be allowed to" bada smirked as she now threw your top onto the floor. you whined again before wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling her in before sloppily starting to kiss her. while returning the kiss, bada brought her two hands to your lower half, take the material of your panties in her fingers and ripping the flimsy lace before pulling it off you - leaving you completely naked in front of her while she was still fully dressed. the older girl again pulls away to look you up and down while smiling to herself. bada pulls her arms around your waist and running them down to grip your as, her strong arms swiftly picking you up and so you instinctively wrap your legs around her waist. you smash your lips against bada's while she walks over to your bed, gently dropping you on the edge and breaking the kiss to tower over you.

at this point, you are feeling slightly lightheaded - dazed by the dominant behaviour of bada. however, you're pulled back into the situation when you hear bada's voice -

"will you be a good girl and watch me strip? can you keep your hands to yourself?" she whispered as her hands moved to the bottom of her shirt.

"please, yeah i'll be your good girl. just m' lemme see you please" you replied at desperately, now getting slightly bothered by the fact you were the only one exposed.

bada steps back and starts slowly pulling up her black shirt, taking it in her hands before throwing it to have it lay on the floor behind her. the tall girl smirks - an idea suddenly popping into her head - as she turns around, her back now facing you. she turns her head to side, eyes moving slightly to glance at you. her hands make it towards her back, unclasping her bra. she lets the bra slowly fall down her arms as she catches it in one hand, her other arm moves to wrap around her chest - covering her boobs.

this is crazy, you think to yourself. you're literally in a trance watching the girl in front of you move, trying so hard to hold yourself back in order to fulfil your promise to bada of being good for her. which was so difficult, she was purposefully teasing you to get back at you for what you did earlier.

you are quickly pulled out of your thoughts when bada spins back around to face you, and chucks her bra at your face. you flinch, but grap the piece - slightly rubbing and feeling at the straps. which makes bada laugh, so you ultimately decide to just set it to the side.

bada makes her way over to you, spreading your legs with her own and then stepping in between them. she moves away her arm, letting you see her naked chest. you look up at her, the two of you exchange admiring smiles - the romantic gesture almost making you forget how you got into this position. almost.

"you know i'm still pissed at you being all up on other people? i'll have to make you scream my name so loud so that everyone can know you're mine" bada growled - her intimidating aura coming back as she stepped away to spread your legs and holding them in place on the bed. you grab onto bada's shoulder, nails digging into her soft skin.

"bada, please- fuck me already-"

which was all the older girl needed to hear before she got down on her knees, face nearing your cunt. bada looked up at you while gathering up saliva in her mouth, spitting onto your clit and watching as it dripped down into your clenching hole. she brings up her hand to your pussy, spreading apart your folds with her fingers and leaning in to kiss your pulsing entrance. you moan at the pleasant feeling as you completely relax into your mattress. bada sticks out her tongue, licking up until she found her way to your clit.

"fuckkk.." you manage to choke out at the sensation of bada's plump lips wrapping around the bud, pulling and sucking at it. you close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of bada's smirk against your intimate skin. you soon feel one of bada's long, bony fingers prodding at your entrance, slowly thrusting it in and stretching you out. as bada starts to build up a fast pace, she starts entering two more of her fingers - the three long fingers which she was now scissoring apart inside you to stretch out your walls.

you moaned out a string of "don't stop"s and many other cusses as you felt the buildup of the orgasmic knot inside your stomach. suddenly becoming hyper-aware of bada's veiny fingers moving in and out of you, you feel your orgasm slowly arrive.

you feel yourself clench around the three digits inside you - just in time to hear tatter's loud voice..

"y/n? bada? you said you would be right back?"

and you cum around bada's fingers, simultaneously with the clicking sound of your bedroom door opening..

[griddymasterr]

Game On | Gamer!Bada x Reader

part ii

You know Bada had warned you about this, right?

“Babe, I’m gonna game for a bit.” She said, her words now echoing in your head. A tap to your phone tells you that your girlfriend had been gaming for 3 whole hours and, knowing her, wasn’t stopping anytime soon.

Being somewhat of a gamer yourself, you knew how easy it was to get lost in the game world for hours on end. It’s just, 3 hours without Bada was detrimental to your health. In your mind, at least.

You make your way over to the little gaming room the two of you shared. Bada’s posture is relaxed as she sits in her gaming chair, skilfully mashing away at the buttons of her controller. She’s in an old t-shirt and pyjama pants, hair tied back and she had her glasses on. Her headset explains why she doesn’t notice you staring from the doorway.

Now, you had two options.

One, you return to the living room and find something to occupy yourself with while you wait for Bada to finish her session. Two, you find a way to get her to pay attention to you.

It’s pretty obvious which one you decided to pick.

Noticing movement in her peripheral vision, Bada looks up and smiles seeing you walk over to her. She pushes away from her desk slightly, allowing you to sit in her lap.

“Hi baby, what brings you here, hm?” She smiles, humming as you place a chaste kiss on her lips.

“Missed you.” You mumble. A muffled shout from Bada’s headphones catches your attention.

“Wanna say hi?” She asks, nodding at the split screen displaying a discord call. You nod happily, Bada handing over her headset to you.

“Hey guys~” 6 other voices greet you back, each belonging to one of Bada’s online friends; Lusher, Tatter, Kyma, Cheche, Minah and Sowoen. You’d gotten to know them during the times where you did play with Bada. They were a sweet yet chaotic bunch.

“Y/n, unnie’s been yelling at me all night she’s so mean…” Lusher whines.

Cheche snorts “it’s not her fault you’re a shit player.” You laugh, trying your best to defend Lusher though it was true she was the ‘weakest link’- Bada’s words not yours.

You engage in their banter for a little longer before excusing yourself, saying you were just needed to ask Bada something quickly. The woman in question raises an eyebrow as you mute her mic.

“They are so gonna fuck, just watch.” Tatter laughs. You ignore her comment and take off the headset.

“Are you planning on finishing anytime soon?”

“Not really… did you wanna join?” You shake your head. Bada hums, tongue poking her cheek as she thinks. Setting the accessory aside you move to hug Bada, placing a light kiss on her neck. “Oh… so it’s like that, huh?” She asks, a small smirk making its way onto her lips.

“You’ve been playing for hours… are you sure you can’t call it a quits for today?” Bada chuckles as you put on your best pout in an attempt to convince her to give in to you. She gives you a once over, enjoying the sight of you in one of her shirts and a pair of shorts.

“I’m sure… how about we play something else though? Our own little game.”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “But aren’t you still—?”

“Mhm.” She leans to whisper something in your ear. Your eyes grow to the size of saucers, almost falling out of Bada’s lap whilst scrambling to your shared bedroom.

Moments later you return and Bada’s back to playing again, this time one ear being left uncovered. She smirks upon seeing the harness in your hands, already having stripped herself of her pants.

You tried your best to make minimal noise while attaching the strap to Bada, knowing that if you were to get caught, the girls would never ever let either of you hear the end of it. Once you were good to go, you resumed your position in her lap.

Now for the hard part. Bada failed miserably at biting back a smile, watching you covering your own mouth whilst lowering yourself onto her cock. No matter how many times she fucked your brains out, fully taking the strap in the beginning was always a challenge. It was a terrible idea to switch to biting your first, the tiniest sound escaping you as your walls accommodated to Bada’s size.

“You good over there?” Kyma snickers.

“Yeah, are you good glitched into that wall over there?” Bada retorts. You’d laugh if she weren’t six inches deep inside of you. The look she gives you asks if you’re okay and to that you nod, taking a deep breath to try and get your muscles to loosen up.

If you thought getting the strap in was the hard part, you certainly were not ready to start moving.

What choice do you have though? With how good she looked all focused on her game it was almost a crime not to ride her. Plus… you wanted her to pay attention to you.

You start off slow, cautious of the fact you were inches away from the microphone. Bada is way better at concealing her emotions compared to you, only letting out a fond breath at your struggle. Eventually you find a steady pace, still being careful to not breathe too loudly.

That’s not good enough for your girlfriend though, games aren’t fun if there’s no challenge.

“Faster.” She mouths. Bada’s eyes looked darker than before and you knew that meant she was serious. Technically you had gotten what you wanted now but by no means did that mean you were stopping. You eyes widened as a problem arose from your increased speed: the wet squelches coming from your pussy.

“Unnie are you- are you eating something?” Lusher asks.

“Oh yeah- y/n brought me dinner.” Bada replies coolly, successfully lowering any suspicion. Or so she thought.

“Must be really good, I can hear you going to town on it.” Bada laughs because it wasn’t really her that was going to town. On your end, it was getting harder and harder to conceal your moans. You could feel the veins rubbing against your gummy walls, waves of pleasure surging through you. Though Bada was good at keeping her cool, she couldn’t deny that, watching the strap split you apart with a ring of cream forming at the base, wasn’t making her feel some type of way.

She hadn’t noticed that she’d begun to breathe a little heavier.

“Someone’s really focused.” Sowoen giggles. Bada mumbles for the younger to shut up and focus.

“Unnie, is y/n with you?” Tatter asks. You freeze like a deer caught in the headlights even though nobody could actually see you. “Maybe it’s just your mic but it sounds like more than one person is breathing.” She chuckles.

The two of you look at each other, wondering whether or not you wanted to continue. The decision is made when you slowly start bouncing in Bada’s lap again, biting your lip at her smirk. Discord’s notification sound is what tears Bada’s eyes from you, widening slightly as she reads the direct message from tatter.

태터😼 Today at 8:30

ur fucking her arent u ? ㅋㅋ

바다 Today at 8:30

so what if I am ?

태터😼 Today at 8:31

nothing, get it ig 🤪

I’m pretty sure the maknae has caught on, poor girl. she looks up to u yk

Knowing that Tatter has found you out makes a new surge of tingles ripple across your skin, goosebumps spreading at the thought of the rest of the girls knowing too. Maybe you were a bit of an exhibitionist but you and Bada could talk about why her friend seemed so lax about the notion of you, getting off in her presence.

Did you feel bad for Sowoen? Maybe a little, she was so cute and wholesome- a teddy bear with her chubby cheeks: she didn’t deserve to be on the other end of the filth you and Bada were partaking in. You couldn’t dwell on that for too long though, burying your face in Bada’s neck as you sped up once again. Your orgasm was right there within reach and you desperately wanted to reach the finish line.

Your eyes grow hot, rolling to the back of your skull with tears threatening to spill over your cheeks. It’s getting harder and harder to drop back down into Bada’s lap the closer you get to reaching your peak, each thrust teetering on the edge of being the last. If only Bada weren’t wearing that dumb—

“You’re close, aren’t you?” She mouths. She always did find a way to please you. You nod profusely. “The fact Tatter and Sowoen know turns you on, doesn’t it?” Unabashedly you nod again, the loudest of whines lingering on the tip of your tongue. Looking at the screen Bada can see she’s not really needed for the moment, seizing the opportunity to reach down and rub circles into your clit.

Thank god for Bada’s quick thinking, muting her mic before you breathed out a long moan that you’d been holding back for the past half an hour. Realising your mistake, you froze before her fingers continued turning your brain into mush, your body practically melting against Bada’s. All you could focus on was the delicious friction on your bundle of nerves, shamelessly rutting against your girlfriend’s hand.

“My dumb girl~ are you gonna cum just from this?” You whine because she knows damn well— “shh, I know it’s not just this, pretty girl’s gonna make a mess for me and the girls, isn’t she?” Not all of them knew but the idea was hot enough, pushing you over the edge in seconds.

You cry out. “Fuck Bada, oh my god—” white knuckling her shirt and thrashing against her as your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, momentarily numbing all your senses and causing a faint ringing in your ear...

Bada swallows thickly, trying to regain her composure whilst tenderly stroking your hair. Her eyes flicker back to the monitor once she sees the chat move.

러셔 Today at 8:51

@바다 Lee wya we need u 😭

So much for being a leader 💀💀💀

소원🧸 Today at 8:51

I think she’s a little occupied atm…

러셔 Today at 8:52

???

with what?

Another notification drops down from the top of the screen, a direct message from Tatter.

태터😼 Today at 8:53

ur welcome btw

I had to fucking carry everyone bc someone wanted to be balls deep inside their gf 😒

바다 Today at 8:53

thanks?? I’m sorry I get pussy and you dont lmao

태터😼 Today at 8:53

where’s my compensation?

바다 Today at 8:54

compensation?? yah what’re u on…

what could I offer you anyway

Tatter seems to be typing for a while before she finally sends her message, you and Bada both sharing a shocked look after reading it.

태터😼 Today at 8:57

to let me watch next time or smth

Bada’s mostly looking at you to gage your reaction. As a couple the two of you were always eager to explore new kinks but, when it came to involving other people, you hadn’t really given it that much thought. Meanwhile Tatter wonders if she’s crossed a line, halfway through a ‘haha jkjk’ text before-

바다 Today at 8:59

fr? If that’s what u want

we’ll think ab it

[griddymasterr]

Game On | Gamer!Bada x Reader

You know Bada had warned you about this, right?

“Babe, I’m gonna game for a bit.” She said, her words now echoing in your head. A tap to your phone tells you that your girlfriend had been gaming for 3 whole hours and, knowing her, wasn’t stopping anytime soon.

Being somewhat of a gamer yourself, you knew how easy it was to get lost in the game world for hours on end. It’s just, 3 hours without Bada was detrimental to your health. In your mind, at least.

You make your way over to the little gaming room the two of you shared. Bada’s posture is relaxed as she sits in her gaming chair, skilfully mashing away at the buttons of her controller. She’s in an old t-shirt and pyjama pants, hair tied back and she had her glasses on. Her headset explains why she doesn’t notice you staring from the doorway.

Now, you had two options.

One, you return to the living room and find something to occupy yourself with while you wait for Bada to finish her session. Two, you find a way to get her to pay attention to you.

It’s pretty obvious which one you decided to pick.

Noticing movement in her peripheral vision, Bada looks up and smiles seeing you walk over to her. She pushes away from her desk slightly, allowing you to sit in her lap.

“Hi baby, what brings you here, hm?” She smiles, humming as you place a chaste kiss on her lips.

“Missed you.” You mumble. A muffled shout from Bada’s headphones catches your attention.

“Wanna say hi?” She asks, nodding at the split screen displaying a discord call. You nod happily, Bada handing over her headset to you.

“Hey guys~” 6 other voices greet you back, each belonging to one of Bada’s online friends; Lusher, Tatter, Kyma, Cheche, Minah and Sowoen. You’d gotten to know them during the times where you did play with Bada. They were a sweet yet chaotic bunch.

“Y/n, unnie’s been yelling at me all night she’s so mean…” Lusher whines.

Cheche snorts “it’s not her fault you’re a shit player.” You laugh, trying your best to defend Lusher though it was true she was the ‘weakest link’- Bada’s words not yours.

You engage in their banter for a little longer before excusing yourself, saying you were just needed to ask Bada something quickly. The woman in question raises an eyebrow as you mute her mic.

“They are so gonna fuck, just watch.” Tatter laughs. You ignore her comment and take off the headset.

“Are you planning on finishing anytime soon?”

“Not really… did you wanna join?” You shake your head. Bada hums, tongue poking her cheek as she thinks. Setting the accessory aside you move to hug Bada, placing a light kiss on her neck. “Oh… so it’s like that, huh?” She asks, a small smirk making its way onto her lips.

“You’ve been playing for hours… are you sure you can’t call it a quits for today?” Bada chuckles as you put on your best pout in an attempt to convince her to give in to you. She gives you a once over, enjoying the sight of you in one of her shirts and a pair of shorts.

“I’m sure… how about we play something else though? Our own little game.”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “But aren’t you still—?”

“Mhm.” She leans to whisper something in your ear. Your eyes grow to the size of saucers, almost falling out of Bada’s lap whilst scrambling to your shared bedroom.

Moments later you return and Bada’s back to playing again, this time one ear being left uncovered. She smirks upon seeing the harness in your hands, already having stripped herself of her pants.

You tried your best to make minimal noise while attaching the strap to Bada, knowing that if you were to get caught, the girls would never ever let either of you hear the end of it. Once you were good to go, you resumed your position in her lap.

Now for the hard part. Bada failed miserably at biting back a smile, watching you covering your own mouth whilst lowering yourself onto her cock. No matter how many times she fucked your brains out, fully taking the strap in the beginning was always a challenge. It was a terrible idea to switch to biting your first, the tiniest sound escaping you as your walls accommodated to Bada’s size.

“You good over there?” Kyma snickers.

“Yeah, are you good glitched into that wall over there?” Bada retorts. You’d laugh if she weren’t six inches deep inside of you. The look she gives you asks if you’re okay and to that you nod, taking a deep breath to try and get your muscles to loosen up.

If you thought getting the strap in was the hard part, you certainly were not ready to start moving.

What choice do you have though? With how good she looked all focused on her game it was almost a crime not to ride her. Plus… you wanted her to pay attention to you.

You start off slow, cautious of the fact you were inches away from the microphone. Bada is way better at concealing her emotions compared to you, only letting out a fond breath at your struggle. Eventually you find a steady pace, still being careful to not breathe too loudly.

That’s not good enough for your girlfriend though, games aren’t fun if there’s no challenge.

“Faster.” She mouths. Bada’s eyes looked darker than before and you knew that meant she was serious. Technically you had gotten what you wanted now but by no means did that mean you were stopping. You eyes widened as a problem arose from your increased speed: the wet squelches coming from your pussy.

“Unnie are you- are you eating something?” Lusher asks.

“Oh yeah- y/n brought me dinner.” Bada replies coolly, successfully lowering any suspicion. Or so she thought.

“Must be really good, I can hear you going to town on it.” Bada laughs because it wasn’t really her that was going to town. On your end, it was getting harder and harder to conceal your moans. You could feel the veins rubbing against your gummy walls, waves of pleasure surging through you. Though Bada was good at keeping her cool, she couldn’t deny that, watching the strap split you apart with a ring of cream forming at the base, wasn’t making her feel some type of way.

She hadn’t noticed that she’d begun to breathe a little heavier.

“Someone’s really focused.” Sowoen giggles. Bada mumbles for the younger to shut up and focus.

“Unnie, is y/n with you?” Tatter asks. You freeze like a deer caught in the headlights even though nobody could actually see you. “Maybe it’s just your mic but it sounds like more than one person is breathing.” She chuckles.

The two of you look at each other, wondering whether or not you wanted to continue. The decision is made when you slowly start bouncing in Bada’s lap again, biting your lip at her smirk. Discord’s notification sound is what tears Bada’s eyes from you, widening slightly as she reads the direct message from tatter.

태터😼 Today at 8:30

ur fucking her arent u ? ㅋㅋ

바다 Today at 8:30

so what if I am ?

태터😼 Today at 8:31

nothing, get it ig 🤪

I’m pretty sure the maknae has caught on, poor girl. she looks up to u yk

Knowing that Tatter has found you out makes a new surge of tingles ripple across your skin, goosebumps spreading at the thought of the rest of the girls knowing too. Maybe you were a bit of an exhibitionist but you and Bada could talk about why her friend seemed so lax about the notion of you, getting off in her presence.

Did you feel bad for Sowoen? Maybe a little, she was so cute and wholesome- a teddy bear with her chubby cheeks: she didn’t deserve to be on the other end of the filth you and Bada were partaking in. You couldn’t dwell on that for too long though, burying your face in Bada’s neck as you sped up once again. Your orgasm was right there within reach and you desperately wanted to reach the finish line.

Your eyes grow hot, rolling to the back of your skull with tears threatening to spill over your cheeks. It’s getting harder and harder to drop back down into Bada’s lap the closer you get to reaching your peak, each thrust teetering on the edge of being the last. If only Bada weren’t wearing that dumb—

“You’re close, aren’t you?” She mouths. She always did find a way to please you. You nod profusely. “The fact Tatter and Sowoen know turns you on, doesn’t it?” Unabashedly you nod again, the loudest of whines lingering on the tip of your tongue. Looking at the screen Bada can see she’s not really needed for the moment, seizing the opportunity to reach down and rub circles into your clit.

Thank god for Bada’s quick thinking, muting her mic before you breathed out a long moan that you’d been holding back for the past half an hour. Realising your mistake, you froze before her fingers continued turning your brain into mush, your body practically melting against Bada’s. All you could focus on was the delicious friction on your bundle of nerves, shamelessly rutting against your girlfriend’s hand.

“My dumb girl~ are you gonna cum just from this?” You whine because she knows damn well— “shh, I know it’s not just this, pretty girl’s gonna make a mess for me and the girls, isn’t she?” Not all of them knew but the idea was hot enough, pushing you over the edge in seconds.

You cry out. “Fuck Bada, oh my god—” white knuckling her shirt and thrashing against her as your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, momentarily numbing all your senses and causing a faint ringing in your ear...

Bada swallows thickly, trying to regain her composure whilst tenderly stroking your hair. Her eyes flicker back to the monitor once she sees the chat move.

러셔 Today at 8:51

@바다 Lee wya we need u 😭

So much for being a leader 💀💀💀

소원🧸 Today at 8:51

I think she’s a little occupied atm…

러셔 Today at 8:52

???

with what?

Another notification drops down from the top of the screen, a direct message from Tatter.

태터😼 Today at 8:53

ur welcome btw

I had to fucking carry everyone bc someone wanted to be balls deep inside their gf 😒

바다 Today at 8:53

thanks?? I’m sorry I get pussy and you dont lmao

태터😼 Today at 8:53

where’s my compensation?

바다 Today at 8:54

compensation?? yah what’re u on…

what could I offer you anyway

Tatter seems to be typing for a while before she finally sends her message, you and Bada both sharing a shocked look after reading it.

태터😼 Today at 8:57

to let me watch next time or smth

Bada’s mostly looking at you to gage your reaction. As a couple the two of you were always eager to explore new kinks but, when it came to involving other people, you hadn’t really given it that much thought. Meanwhile Tatter wonders if she’s crossed a line, halfway through a ‘haha jkjk’ text before-

바다 Today at 8:59

fr? If that’s what u want

we’ll think ab it

[griddymasterr]

Game On | Gamer!Bada x Reader

You know Bada had warned you about this, right?

“Babe, I’m gonna game for a bit.” She said, her words now echoing in your head. A tap to your phone tells you that your girlfriend had been gaming for 3 whole hours and, knowing her, wasn’t stopping anytime soon.

Being somewhat of a gamer yourself, you knew how easy it was to get lost in the game world for hours on end. It’s just, 3 hours without Bada was detrimental to your health. In your mind, at least.

You make your way over to the little gaming room the two of you shared. Bada’s posture is relaxed as she sits in her gaming chair, skilfully mashing away at the buttons of her controller. She’s in an old t-shirt and pyjama pants, hair tied back and she had her glasses on. Her headset explains why she doesn’t notice you staring from the doorway.

Now, you had two options.

One, you return to the living room and find something to occupy yourself with while you wait for Bada to finish her session. Two, you find a way to get her to pay attention to you.

It’s pretty obvious which one you decided to pick.

Noticing movement in her peripheral vision, Bada looks up and smiles seeing you walk over to her. She pushes away from her desk slightly, allowing you to sit in her lap.

“Hi baby, what brings you here, hm?” She smiles, humming as you place a chaste kiss on her lips.

“Missed you.” You mumble. A muffled shout from Bada’s headphones catches your attention.

“Wanna say hi?” She asks, nodding at the split screen displaying a discord call. You nod happily, Bada handing over her headset to you.

“Hey guys~” 6 other voices greet you back, each belonging to one of Bada’s online friends; Lusher, Tatter, Kyma, Cheche, Minah and Sowoen. You’d gotten to know them during the times where you did play with Bada. They were a sweet yet chaotic bunch.

“Y/n, unnie’s been yelling at me all night she’s so mean…” Lusher whines.

Cheche snorts “it’s not her fault you’re a shit player.” You laugh, trying your best to defend Lusher though it was true she was the ‘weakest link’- Bada’s words not yours.

You engage in their banter for a little longer before excusing yourself, saying you were just needed to ask Bada something quickly. The woman in question raises an eyebrow as you mute her mic.

“They are so gonna fuck, just watch.” Tatter laughs. You ignore her comment and take off the headset.

“Are you planning on finishing anytime soon?”

“Not really… did you wanna join?” You shake your head. Bada hums, tongue poking her cheek as she thinks. Setting the accessory aside you move to hug Bada, placing a light kiss on her neck. “Oh… so it’s like that, huh?” She asks, a small smirk making its way onto her lips.

“You’ve been playing for hours… are you sure you can’t call it a quits for today?” Bada chuckles as you put on your best pout in an attempt to convince her to give in to you. She gives you a once over, enjoying the sight of you in one of her shirts and a pair of shorts.

“I’m sure… how about we play something else though? Our own little game.”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “But aren’t you still—?”

“Mhm.” She leans to whisper something in your ear. Your eyes grow to the size of saucers, almost falling out of Bada’s lap whilst scrambling to your shared bedroom.

Moments later you return and Bada’s back to playing again, this time one ear being left uncovered. She smirks upon seeing the harness in your hands, already having stripped herself of her pants.

You tried your best to make minimal noise while attaching the strap to Bada, knowing that if you were to get caught, the girls would never ever let either of you hear the end of it. Once you were good to go, you resumed your position in her lap.

Now for the hard part. Bada failed miserably at biting back a smile, watching you covering your own mouth whilst lowering yourself onto her cock. No matter how many times she fucked your brains out, fully taking the strap in the beginning was always a challenge. It was a terrible idea to switch to biting your first, the tiniest sound escaping you as your walls accommodated to Bada’s size.

“You good over there?” Kyma snickers.

“Yeah, are you good glitched into that wall over there?” Bada retorts. You’d laugh if she weren’t six inches deep inside of you. The look she gives you asks if you’re okay and to that you nod, taking a deep breath to try and get your muscles to loosen up.

If you thought getting the strap in was the hard part, you certainly were not ready to start moving.

What choice do you have though? With how good she looked all focused on her game it was almost a crime not to ride her. Plus… you wanted her to pay attention to you.

You start off slow, cautious of the fact you were inches away from the microphone. Bada is way better at concealing her emotions compared to you, only letting out a fond breath at your struggle. Eventually you find a steady pace, still being careful to not breathe too loudly.

That’s not good enough for your girlfriend though, games aren’t fun if there’s no challenge.

“Faster.” She mouths. Bada’s eyes looked darker than before and you knew that meant she was serious. Technically you had gotten what you wanted now but by no means did that mean you were stopping. You eyes widened as a problem arose from your increased speed: the wet squelches coming from your pussy.

“Unnie are you- are you eating something?” Lusher asks.

“Oh yeah- y/n brought me dinner.” Bada replies coolly, successfully lowering any suspicion. Or so she thought.

“Must be really good, I can hear you going to town on it.” Bada laughs because it wasn’t really her that was going to town. On your end, it was getting harder and harder to conceal your moans. You could feel the veins rubbing against your gummy walls, waves of pleasure surging through you. Though Bada was good at keeping her cool, she couldn’t deny that, watching the strap split you apart with a ring of cream forming at the base, wasn’t making her feel some type of way.

She hadn’t noticed that she’d begun to breathe a little heavier.

“Someone’s really focused.” Sowoen giggles. Bada mumbles for the younger to shut up and focus.

“Unnie, is y/n with you?” Tatter asks. You freeze like a deer caught in the headlights even though nobody could actually see you. “Maybe it’s just your mic but it sounds like more than one person is breathing.” She chuckles.

The two of you look at each other, wondering whether or not you wanted to continue. The decision is made when you slowly start bouncing in Bada’s lap again, biting your lip at her smirk. Discord’s notification sound is what tears Bada’s eyes from you, widening slightly as she reads the direct message from tatter.

태터😼 Today at 8:30

ur fucking her arent u ? ㅋㅋ

바다 Today at 8:30

so what if I am ?

태터😼 Today at 8:31

nothing, get it ig 🤪

I’m pretty sure the maknae has caught on, poor girl. she looks up to u yk

Knowing that Tatter has found you out makes a new surge of tingles ripple across your skin, goosebumps spreading at the thought of the rest of the girls knowing too. Maybe you were a bit of an exhibitionist but you and Bada could talk about why her friend seemed so lax about the notion of you, getting off in her presence.

Did you feel bad for Sowoen? Maybe a little, she was so cute and wholesome- a teddy bear with her chubby cheeks: she didn’t deserve to be on the other end of the filth you and Bada were partaking in. You couldn’t dwell on that for too long though, burying your face in Bada’s neck as you sped up once again. Your orgasm was right there within reach and you desperately wanted to reach the finish line.

Your eyes grow hot, rolling to the back of your skull with tears threatening to spill over your cheeks. It’s getting harder and harder to drop back down into Bada’s lap the closer you get to reaching your peak, each thrust teetering on the edge of being the last. If only Bada weren’t wearing that dumb—

“You’re close, aren’t you?” She mouths. She always did find a way to please you. You nod profusely. “The fact Tatter and Sowoen know turns you on, doesn’t it?” Unabashedly you nod again, the loudest of whines lingering on the tip of your tongue. Looking at the screen Bada can see she’s not really needed for the moment, seizing the opportunity to reach down and rub circles into your clit.

Thank god for Bada’s quick thinking, muting her mic before you breathed out a long moan that you’d been holding back for the past half an hour. Realising your mistake, you froze before her fingers continued turning your brain into mush, your body practically melting against Bada’s. All you could focus on was the delicious friction on your bundle of nerves, shamelessly rutting against your girlfriend’s hand.

“My dumb girl~ are you gonna cum just from this?” You whine because she knows damn well— “shh, I know it’s not just this, pretty girl’s gonna make a mess for me and the girls, isn’t she?” Not all of them knew but the idea was hot enough, pushing you over the edge in seconds.

You cry out. “Fuck Bada, oh my god—” white knuckling her shirt and thrashing against her as your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, momentarily numbing all your senses and causing a faint ringing in your ear...

Bada swallows thickly, trying to regain her composure whilst tenderly stroking your hair. Her eyes flicker back to the monitor once she sees the chat move.

러셔 Today at 8:51

@바다 Lee wya we need u 😭

So much for being a leader 💀💀💀

소원🧸 Today at 8:51

I think she’s a little occupied atm…

러셔 Today at 8:52

???

with what?

Another notification drops down from the top of the screen, a direct message from Tatter.

태터😼 Today at 8:53

ur welcome btw

I had to fucking carry everyone bc someone wanted to be balls deep inside their gf 😒

바다 Today at 8:53

thanks?? I’m sorry I get pussy and you dont lmao

태터😼 Today at 8:53

where’s my compensation?

바다 Today at 8:54

compensation?? yah what’re u on…

what could I offer you anyway

Tatter seems to be typing for a while before she finally sends her message, you and Bada both sharing a shocked look after reading it.

태터😼 Today at 8:57

to let me watch next time or smth

Bada’s mostly looking at you to gage your reaction. As a couple the two of you were always eager to explore new kinks but, when it came to involving other people, you hadn’t really given it that much thought. Meanwhile Tatter wonders if she’s crossed a line, halfway through a ‘haha jkjk’ text before-

바다 Today at 8:59

fr? If that’s what u want

we’ll think ab it

[griddymasterr]

༊*·˚ hold me

alpha!gf!bada....

c/w: gp!bada... alpha bada... rough, possessive gf bada. fingering. knotting. lots of cum... mild marking. mentions of breeding and pregnancy....

a/n: uhm... merry christmas! @princhii @thevenussapphic

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“do you think these are cute?” you hold the items up to bada, awaiting a response.

bada is extremely distracted right now. there is a man staring at you from across the aisle and something about it is making bada’s head spin. after he stops practically eye fucking you, he meets bada’s and his face pales a bit. bada’s eyes narrow and she steps impossibly close to you, watching him until he walks to the next aisle.

“… are you good.”

bada’s head whips to yours and she realizes just how close she had actually gotten. she was nearly squishing you against the clothing rack.

“shit— sorry. sorry baby,” bada steps back, “they’re really cute. you wanna go try them on for me?”

bada watches as you nod and bounce away. she felt odd. like… like there was something coursing through her that she couldn’t quite put a finger on. she followed you into the dressing room, sitting on the stool in the corner.

you make quick work changing out of your current clothes and into the white dress that caught your girlfriends eye. when you face the mirror, you spot bada behind you, scanning your figure up and down. she takes her lip between her teeth. when her eyes reach yours, her eyes a slightly hooded and have the slighted glaze over them.

“you look great, baby. spin for me?”

you do as your told, spinning until bada’s hands catch your hips. she pulls you on top of her lap. her eyes focus on your figure once again, stopping when they see how your breasts almost spill out of your low cut top. she licks her lips— you look fucking delicious

“you look so pretty today, angel.” bada’s eyes flick back up to yours. she moves one hand from your hips up to cup your jaw. she pulls you in for a searing kiss, tongue licking against your own. you feel her hips buck up into yours and she lets out a quiet hiss.

“so fucking pretty for me.” she continues her assault on your lips and pushes you down into her lap. her head is spinning and she feels like she’s floating. bada continues moving your hips back and forth on her lap, pushing up into you, fighting for any sort of friction for her weeping cock-

“shit- shit, princess. keep grinding on me like that. please, baby.”

you pull away from bada slightly, just enough to utter a couple words,

“we can’t bada. we’re in public-”

bada lets out a loud, loud whine. her hips stutter as she fucks her hips against your clothed lower half. the grip on your hip tightens so much bada distantly thinks of how her fingertips might leave marks on you which only spurs her on further.

“f-fuck. please baby. i need it.” she whispers against your mouth, eyes welling up with tears.

your hand goes up to cup bada’s forehead-

“you’re burning up. are you okay?”

bada’s hand leaves your jaw and stops at your throat, squeezing lightly. she pulls away from you with spit slicked lips. she takes all of you in, the way you look just slightly fucked out. the way you’re gripping onto her shoulders as she guides your hips to rub up against her own.

you let out a weak whine, “bada-”

and bada’s eyes roll to the back of her fucking head. her mouth opens in a silent moan, entire body tensing as she creams her pants, hips slowly rolling into your own as she draws out her orgasm. and you feel the wet patch before it even connects in your brain exactly what just happened.

needless to say you both quickly left the shop, an embarrassed bada trailing behind you, holding you against her body as you walk out.

you guys dont discuss it any further.

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three days later you find yourself trapped under bada as she subconsciously buries her face into your neck. your hands rub up and down her back,

“bada..?”

she groans a little in defiance.

“c’mon you big baby, wake up. i’m dying.”

she doesn’t respond immediately, she just shoves her face further into your skin. after a couple moments, you switch to lightly raking your nails against the fabric of her shirt.

you hear her hiss and feel her pull herself up. she positions herself so that she’s fully hovering over you. she’s got a lopsided grin on her face,

“g’morning baby.”

bada’s arms cage the sides of your head as she leans down to press a kiss to your lips. she pulls away but something in her brain short circuits when she tastes your lips. she immediately swoops back down to kiss you again, one hand cradling your head. she kisses down your jaw, down your neck,, and stops at the juncture between your neck and shoulder. you feel her sigh into your neck,

“i’m gonna call out today.”

you run your fingers through her hair,

“you okay?”

“yeah i just..” she croaks out, voice scratchy from sleep, “i just feel like i need to be close to you right now.”

she leaves soft kisses against your skin. she distantly wonders why she feels like she’s gonna die if she’s more than 6ft away from you, but all thoughts are thrown to the window when you decide to scratch her scalp with your nails.

“feels so good, baby. thank you.”

you continue running your nails across her scalp. she’d been so clingy lately, you couldn’t help but feel a little bad for her. she’d been a little more lazy, a little slower in her movements.

“you smell so fucking good, y/n.”

you push her off of you and giggle,

“im gonna go try and make us breakfast—” badas eyes light up but you raise your hands up, “dont get your hopes up. we’ll probably have to order in anyway. i am no chef.”

as you shimmy your way out of bed, bada takes in the way your hips sway when you walk. they way her shirt reaches just below your ass. she can kinda see your curves through the fabric of her shirt—

bada feels herself sweat as the thinks about taking you just like that. raising her shirt up. pulling your flimsy panties to the side and fucking you full of her. she wonders, distantly, how well you’d take her knot.

well, fuck. bada throws herself back into bed as she comes to her realization— shes in a rut.

she stays like that for about 15 minutes. she tries really, really hard to push those thoughts down and be normal. but then she hears pans clanking in the kitchen and she remembers you’re there and her feet guide her to you, without thought.

when bada reaches her destination, she leans against the door frame. she’s been doing alot of admiring lately. this time she admires your legs and how your thighs rub together when you walk. she wonders how they’d feel wrapped around her head—

“fuck it.” she mutters.

you hear her, feel her before you see her. her hands grip your waist as she flips you to face her and lifts you to place you on the counter. when you take in her appearance, shes flushed from neck up. sweat beads at her forehead. her pupils are blown wide and her mouth is open in a slight pant. her tongue darts out to wet her lips as her eyes flick from your own down to your lips.

“i need you,” her voice cracks in need, “are you gonna let me have you, baby?”

your skin pricks with sweat too, almost mirroring your partners. its then you have the realization as well. how clingy bada has been, how needy she is, how domineering shes been with you. the way she’s dressed you for the past week— baggy clothes… her clothes. you realize now she’s been marking you for the past week, putting extra on your plate. covering you up more, making sure you were warm and comfortable.

“bada are you-”

“yes— yes. tell me i can take you. tell me you want it, pretty girl. tell me you need it.”

bada’s eyes shift into something less desperate, more dangerous. her hands grip your hips and pull you into her own and you feel it. a cock, hot, heavy. waiting for you. you whine out upon contact,

“i need it bada, please.”

bada lets out a dark chuckle,

“so polite. so easy.”

she presses her lips against yours, calculated and smooth. her mouth molds against your own and you feel her pant each time she pulls away. her lips are more needy than the last each time she goes back in and eventually she nips at your bottom lip hard enough for you to physically wince. your eyes squeeze shut and tears prick your eyes.

“shit- sorry… fuck— no i’m not. you look so pretty like that.”

her kisses continue down your neck,

“’wanna make you cry today-,” she sighs into your neck, thinking of all the ways she’s gonna make you feel good tonight. one hand travels from your hip up to your neck, the other dips its fingers in your underwear. she forces you to look at her as she inserts two fingers inside of you, her thumb rubbing slow circles into your clit.

“gonna make you sob while i make it fit.”

her fingers crook up inside of you, rubbing against your gummy walls. you’re so wet that you can hear squelching as she fucks her fingers inside of you. she inserts a third as soon as she feels you relax,

“you’re gonna take it all for me today, right princess?” she presses a kiss to your lips when you nod in response,

“you wanna make me happy don’t you?”

and its almost as if your body is molding to her every will. your neck bares for her, almost presenting yourself for her. you do want to make her happy. your brain wills for you to do everything in your power to make her happy right now. your brain was so cloudy and—

“poor baby. it’s okay,” bada grins, she loved when you were like this. it made her feel useful. powerful.

your legs instinctively spread more for her and she inserts a fourth finger. tears well up in your eyes and bada kisses them as they fall,

“don’t want you to hurt too bad baby.”

once she thinks you're stretched enough, pulls her sweats down just enough to accompany her cock, she guides it into your cunt, groaning as she pushes in. your eyes begin to close but she taps you on your cheek to grab your attention,

"look at me while i stretch you out, angel."

your brows furrow together as you do your best to keep your eyes open as you take her, inch by inch. as soon as she's finished pushing into you, she gives you a sloppy kiss on the lips,

"i'm gonna make you feel so fucking good baby, just relax for me."

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it started out so soft. so caring. after round 3, bada stopped caring. stopped being so soft.

“’fuckin— shit— fuckin take it baby. like a good girl would.”

bada’s got her arm wrapped so tightly around your neck your ears are nearly ringing.

the first round she fucked you on the counter, whispering how nice you felt around her. round two was in the hallway, against the wall. she held you up with your legs wrapped around her and praised you on how good you were being. round three was on the bed, plush blankets surrounding you while your hair was splayed around you like a halo. she told you how proud of you she was, how it was just gonna be a little more.

now she’s impatient. the only thought in her brain was to breed you, make you hers. fuck you full of her cum. ruin you for other people.

after the last round she’d flipped you so that your stomach was against the bed. she’d pulled your hips up to meet her own but you’d made the mistake of clawing the sheets, almost like you were trying to run away.

bada didn’t like that.

she wraped her arm around your neck and yanked you up against her. your arms couldnt find purchase anywhere other than gripping her forearm. tears were streaming down your face. you felt so fucking full. cum was leaking out of you with every thrust.

“’s too much baby— please.”

bada kisses your temple in response,

“jus’ a little more.” bada groans out, “you’re so fucking ungrateful. maybe a knot would shut you the fuck up—” and bada’s eyes roll to the back of her head at the thought of it. she needed to so fucking bad. she kept cumming and cumming but felt no relief. she needed to knot you, she needed to plug you full just for her.

“you’re gonna look so pretty, angel. covered in my cum. wish i could take a picture and post it for everyone to see.”

bada’s hips stutter as she feels you clench around her. she swears she feels the beginning of a knot form.

“’m gonna cum in you again. ‘should cum on you this time. make you reek of me.”

bada releases you from her hold in favor of pressing you back into the mattress, muffling your yelps and moans.

“bet you’d like that. being covered in my spunk. at the end of the day, you’re my pretty, pretty, cum hungry whore. god—”

bada grasps at your hips, grinding her cock into you. your hands grip the sheets above you as you feel her knot catch at your opening. she fucks deeper into you,

“bet you wanna hang off my knot everyday. get fucked and bred morning and night.”

she leans down and intertwines your fingers with her own. her lips graze your ear as she whispers,

“i’d do it for you, too.”

and at this point, shes stuck inside of you, ready to burst. her brain is like mush as she keeps trying to get friction by grinding into you,

“id fuck you all day if i could. force myself into this pretty little pussy from the time i wake up until i’ve fucked you back to sleep. could spend hours in this cunt.”

her teeth graze the juncture between your neck and shoulder. a warning. a threat. a promise.

“wanna get you pregnant— fuck you full of my babies.”

bada can feel the beginnings of her orgasm begin, pleasure licking up her spine.

“i want it, bada. i’d do anything for you. anything to make you happy. please fuck me full. get me— ah fuck— get me pregnant. please bada please—”

bada’s eyes roll and her body tenses up as please wracks through her veins. her vision blurs and her hands grip yours so hard its starting to hurt. shes letting out airy whines and the occassional grunt as she empties herself inside of you. her head spins and she tries to ground herself by pressing kisses along your shoulder but, god, she feels like shes fucking floating.

you, on the other hand, felt like you were going to burst. you felt every spurt of cum inside of you. she was just pumping you full of her seed and it made you feel… good. warm. fuzzy. you could feel her big frame surround you as she nearly sobbed into your neck as she busts inside of you.

eventually, her hips stop stuttering and her cries turn into sniffles. her body relaxes into yours and her once stiff hands mold into your own, the grip significantly softer this time.

a couple minutes pass as you both relax a bit. bada speaks up,

“you okay, angel?” her thumb glides across your knuckles. her lips press soft kisses against the back of your neck.

“mhm… you’re heavy though.”

bada chuckles and removes her hands from yours. she peels herself up and repositions you two so that you’re both laying on your sides.

“i should chose a more… uhm.. comfortable position to.. uh..”

you roll your eyes. she cannot be serious right now.

“are you fucking stuttering right now.”

“no! no— i. i am not stuttering i’m just…” she trails off, embarrassed. she shoves her face into your neck,

“can i please catch a break? i just came like four times baby PLEASE—”

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a/n: thank you for your patience with me while i was gone!! im back and with gp!bada nonetheless... please please please give me feedback on this. i've never fully written gp! so do let me know if you liked, disliked, etc! thank you 🫶🏽 missed you all fr 🌟

[griddymasterr]

⌗︙— heavy metal lover !

꒰ rockstar! bada lee x fem reader ! ꒱

Navigation | Masterlist

wc : 700+

synopsis: your super hot rockstar girlfriend Bada finger fucks you in the green room before going on stage for good luck ofc hehe...

warnings: dom! Bada, fingering ( reader receiving), Bada pressuring reader ig?, public sex, pinning, almost gets caught trope, Lusher mentioned!!, Bada calls herself mommy only twice, dirty talk, teasing, no aftercare, orgasm denial, neck kisses , dirty talk (pls let if I missed something)

a/n: nsfw 18+ | not proofread | a little bit rushed :( | reblogs are appreciated! Also, this is a repost cuz I posted this a month ago but it flopped lol soo if you alr saw this no you didn't!!

"B-bada we can't you're about to go on stage!"

You whine trying to wiggle your way out of the stronghold she had on your waist as you were pinned against the brick wall of the greenroom as she planted soft kisses on your neck.

"Shhh~ baby it's ok just lemme make you feel good"

She says into the crook of your neck as she continues to kiss up your neck her hands start to roam around your body until they find a way to your thighs from underneath your skirt as they slowly make their way to the hem of your panties.

She gently rubs your clothed core slowly making your warm slick seep through your panties soiling them as you moan softly as she gently rubs your clothed clit.

She slowly made her way back to the hem of your panties gently moving them out of the way and revealing your glistening cunt as the cool air of the greenroom hits your cunt making you whine in neediest.

"Shh baby do you want people to hear you Hmm ~?"

Bada says with a sly smirk on her face as she starts to tease you by rubbing her fingers gently over your clit making you moan more bucking your hips up and trying to get more friction.

"B-bada please I need you please ~!"

You started to grow impatient with her teasing

"Ohh is my baby needy aww it's ok baby Mommy gonna take good care of you ~"

she said nuzzling her face back into your neck as she slowly enters her long fingers in your warm cunt making you both moan softly at the feeling.

The feeling made you feel so warm- so dizzy basically growing drunk on the pleasure she was giving you as your eyes grew heavy as her pace quickened making your back arch in pleasure as your bit your lip trying to prevent any moans to slip out.

Bada groaned lowly in your neck as her pace quickened,, even more making you latch on to her broad shoulders, digging your fingers nails into her skin making her groan louder your were so developed in pleasure growing wetter by the second due to Bada's unrelenting pace you could feel your stomach tightening hinting on your release and by Bada's pace that wouldn't take long.

Bada took notice of this by the way your sopping cunt tightened around her fingers

"Is my baby about to cum huh? ~ is my baby girl gonna cum for mommy hm~?"

You moan louder than you should have at her teasing words, you thrust your hips as you try to match Bada's pace trying to make yourself cum faster

"A-hh mmm~ bada! Fuck- I'm about to cu-"

"BAM! BAM! BAM!"

three bangs on the door interrupt your climax...

"Bada?! - why the fuck is this door locked?"

Lusher says in confusion trying to open the door and making it rattle on the other side of it, you were going to whine at the feeling of you coming down off the height of your missed climax but Bada cover's your mouth before you could make any noise.

"uh shit~ u-h um I will be out in a sec I'm a little busy at the moment!"

Lusher grew annoyed at her bandmate.

"Bada! We are on in five, hurry the fuck up on whatever the fuck you're doing the rest of the girls are waiting for you!"

She says annoyed but Bada pays no attention to her bandmate lecturing her you whine in her hand as her fingers slowly resume their pace inside of you making your head fall back in pleasure as you quietly moan into Bada's hand.

As her pace quickens your stomach tightens feeling your release approach quickly, Bada notices immediately by the way your legs vigorously shook and how your warm core tightened around her as it did once before.

Your whole body grew warm with pleasure as your eyes rolled back you moaned loudly in her hand, as you slowly came down from your climax before you could even collect your thoughts Bada whispered a soft,

"I love you."

And landed a warm kiss on your face leaving you a hot sticky mess...

© BBYBADA 2023

[griddymasterr]

A Fiery Reunion

Synopsis: Bada's arrival ignites a fire within you, leading to an intense time filled with passion and exploration of our deepest desires.

Requested by anonymous

a/n: This story contains explicit sexual content . The characters and especially Bada and events in this story are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real-life individuals or situations is purely coincidental. This story is a work of fiction and should not be interpreted as a reflection of real-life relationships or situations.

Word count:2.2K

The first time you laid eyes on Bada, it was at a crowded art gallery opening. Her presence was magnetic, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. Her confidence exuded from every pore, and her striking features commanded attention.

You found yourself unable to tear your gaze away from her as she moved through the crowd, effortlessly captivating those around her with her infectious smile. It was as if time stood still, and the world faded into the background, leaving only her in sharp focus.

Summoning all the courage you could muster, you made our way towards her, hoping to strike up a conversation. As you approached, your nerves threatened to consume you, but you pushed through, determined to make a connection.

"Hi," you greeted, your voice betraying a hint of nervousness. "I couldn't help but notice your presence in the room. The way you carry yourself is simply captivating."

Bada's eyes locked onto yours, a mischievous glint dancing within them. She smirked, her gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that made your heart race. "Well, aren't you charming? I do have a way of leaving an impression, don't I?"

Her playful response set the tone for our conversation, easing the tension that had gripped you moments before. You both exchanged pleasantries and delved into discussions about art, philosophy, and life itself. It was as if you were two souls hungry for intellectual stimulation, craving the connection that only like-minded individuals could provide.

As the night wore on, your conversation flowed effortlessly, each word deepening the bond you were forming. You both laughed, challenged each other's beliefs, and found solace in the comfort of shared understanding.

Days turned into weeks, and your conversations extended beyond the art gallery. The two of you exchanged numbers, and your messages became a lifeline, connecting your thoughts and desires across the digital realm. You discovered a profound connection that transcended the surface level, delving into the depths of your souls.

Late-night conversations turned into early morning confessions, as you bared your vulnerabilities and shared your deepest dreams. You both found solace in one another's words, a refuge from the chaos of the world outside.

It was during one of these late-night conversations that Bada finally broke the barrier of friendship, her words laced with a newfound boldness. "You know, Y/N, I can't help but feel this undeniable chemistry between us," she confessed. "I want to explore what lies beyond friendship with you. Are you open to the possibility?"

Your heart skipped a beat, your mind racing with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. The connection you had formed was undeniably powerful, and the thought of taking it to the next level both thrilled and frightened you.

But in that moment, you trusted your instincts, your heart yearning to delve deeper into the unknown. "Yes," you replied, my voice filled with conviction. "I want to explore this connection with you, to see where it leads."

And so, you took the leap, venturing into the realm of romance with equal parts excitement and trepidation. Your dates were filled with adventure and exploration, each experience deepening your bond. You both discovered shared passions, indulging in the pleasures of life together.

Your connection extended beyond the physical realm, as you nurtured each other's dreams and supported one another's growth. Bada became your confidante, your partner in crime, and the one who pushed you to embrace your desires and embrace the fullness of life.

With every passing day, your love blossomed, defying societal norms and expectations. You revelled in the uniqueness of your connection, cherishing the unconventional path we had chosen.

As you embarked on this journey of love and self-discovery, you knew deep in your heart that your story would forever be etched in the annals of passion and desire. Together, you embraced the uncharted territories of your hearts, discovering a love that was both extraordinary and unparalleled.

In the end, your love was not a cliché tale of love at first sight, but a story of two souls finding solace and passion in one another's arms. And as you continued to write your own narrative, the two of you reveled in the beauty of your unconventional love story, embracing the magic that unfolded between the two of you.

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You had been eagerly anticipating Bada's arrival all day, your heart fluttering with excitement. It had been too long since you last saw her, and you missed her presence, her touch, her intoxicating energy.

As the doorbell rang, you rushed to open it, a smile spreading across your face as you laid eyes on Bada. She stood before you, radiating confidence and allure, her eyes locked on yours.

"Y/N," she said, her voice filled with warmth and longing. "I've missed you."

You reached out to pull her into a tight embrace, savoring the familiar scent of her as your bodies pressed against each other. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this moment of reunion.

"I missed you too, Bada," you whispered, your voice filled with genuine affection. "It feels like forever since we were last together."

Bada leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear as she spoke. "I couldn't stand being away from you any longer," she murmured, her words sending shivers down your spine. "I needed to see you, to feel your touch."

The desire in her voice ignited a fire within you, your longing for her intensifying with every passing second. You knew that this reunion would be more than just a simple embrace. It would be a passionate exploration of your desires, a celebration of the connection you both shared.

Without a word, Bada took your hand and led you to the bedroom, where the air crackled with anticipation. The room was adorned with soft candlelight, casting a warm and intimate glow across the space.

As you watched Bada undress, her movements slow and deliberate, your heart raced with desire. The sight of her naked body, her curves and contours, made your pulse quicken. You couldn't help but admire her, the way her confidence radiated from her every pore.

She turned to face you, her eyes locked with yours, and a seductive smile played on her lips. "Undress for me, Y/N," she commanded, her voice filled with a mix of dominance and desire.

With trembling hands, you shed your clothes, feeling a mixture of vulnerability and excitement. Bada's gaze never wavered, her eyes devouring every inch of your exposed skin. You could feel the heat between the two of you intensify as your naked bodies stood before each other, the air heavy with anticipation.

Without hesitation, Bada closed the distance between us, her hands exploring every curve and crevice of your body. Her touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. You surrendered to her completely, allowing her to guide you into a world of exquisite pleasure.

As your bodies intertwined, both your moans and gasps filled the room, harmonizing with the rhythm of your passion. Time seemed to lose all meaning as you lost yourselves in each other, your desires merging and intertwining.

Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word fueled the fire within you, propelling you towards the edge of ecstasy. Your bodies moved in perfect synchrony, a dance of passion and desire.

You lay tangled in Bada's embrace, your body still humming with the remnants of pleasure. Her words fueled a mix of desire and uncertainty within you, your mind grappling with the idea of pushing yourself further, of surrendering to the depths of pleasure she so effortlessly commanded.

Your voice quivered as you responded, your breath catching in my throat. "I...I don't know if I can," you confessed, your voice laced with a mixture of longing and apprehension. The sensations coursing through your body made it difficult to focus, to think clearly.

Bada's eyes held a hunger that matched your own, her lips curving into a wicked smile as she brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "Oh, Y/N," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "I believe in you. I know you can push yourself further, explore new heights of pleasure."

Her words stirred a dormant fire within you, reigniting the embers of your desire. With her hand teasing your nipples, your body responded involuntarily, your breath hitching at the sensation. The thought of being pushed to your limits excited you, even as fear mingled with desire.

"Do you want me to...?" You trailed off, my voice filled with both anticipation and trepidation. The idea of Bada fulfilling her every desire, even if it meant pushing your boundaries, enticed you in ways you never thought possible. But the idea of your roommate coming home soon, added a layer of caution to your thoughts.

Bada's response was immediate, her voice filled with an intoxicating mix of need and anticipation. "I want everything from you," she assured you, her words spoken with a sense of urgency. "But we need to be mindful of your roommate. We wouldn't want any unexpected interruptions, would we?"

The reality of your situation sank in, and you nodded, your mind reeling with a mix of disappointment and excitement. You understood the need for caution, the desire to keep your encounters hidden from prying eyes. But your body, still buzzing with need, ached for release, for the next level of pleasure that only Bada could provide.

As Bada's fingers lingered on your nipples, teasing and coaxing, you couldn't help but wonder what lay beyond the boundaries of your comfort zone. The thought of Bada's touch, sent a surge of excitement through me. It was a forbidden desire, one that you had only dared to explore in the darkest corners of my fantasies.

Her lips, soft and demanding, claimed yours in a fervent kiss, igniting a fire that consumed you both. Both your tongues danced in a passionate embrace, exploring the depths of each other's mouths, as your bodies pressed closer, seeking the ultimate connection.

Bada's hand trailed down your torso, her fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. A shiver of anticipation coursed through you as her touch brushed against your inner thighs, teasingly close to the source of your pleasure.

With a deft movement, she spread your legs apart, exposing the wetness that had pooled between your thighs. The cool air caressed your heated flesh, intensifying the ache of need that pulsed within you.

Her fingers traced a path along your slick folds, teasingly circling your clit before dipping lower. A gasp escaped your lips as she plunged two fingers deep inside you, filling you with a delicious stretch. You arched your back, your body craving more, even though you were quite sensitive as she set a rhythm that matched the pounding of your heart.

"Good girl," Bada purred, her voice a sultry melody. "You're so wet and ready for me. Just relax and let go."

Her words, laced with dominance and desire, sent a surge of electricity through you. You surrendered to her touch, your body becoming a vessel for her pleasure. Each thrust of her fingers brought you closer to the edge, pushing you towards the precipice of ecstasy.

Your hips bucked in time with her movements, your moans of pleasure filling the room. Bada's free hand reached up to cup your breast, her thumb expertly flicking your hardened nipple, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to your core.

Sensation overwhelmed you as you teetered on the edge of release, your body tensing with anticipation. Bada's fingers quickened their pace, driving you closer to the brink, until the dam finally broke.

An explosion of pleasure ripped through you, waves of ecstasy crashing over your body. Your back arched off the bed, your fingers clawing at the sheets as you cried out in ecstasy. Bada held you through the intensity of your orgasm, riding the waves of pleasure with you.

As the aftershocks subsided, you lay breathless and sated, your body tingling with the remnants of pleasure. Bada's fingers slowly withdrew from your depths, leaving you feeling both empty and fulfilled.

She kissed you tenderly, her lips conveying a mixture of tenderness and satisfaction. "You were amazing," she whispered against your lips. "I love the way you respond to me, the way you surrender to pleasure."

As the aftershocks subsided, you lay spent and satisfied in Bada's arms, your bodies still entwined. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the palpable energy that lingered between us.

Bada's voice, a gentle whisper, broke the silence. "You were incredible," she murmured, her fingers tenderly caressing your cheek. "So beautiful and responsive. I can't wait to explore more with you, to take you to places you've never been before."

"Thank you for coming to see me, Bada," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude and affection.

Bada smiled, her eyes sparkling with adoration. "I would go to the ends of the earth for you, Y/N," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity. "You mean everything to me."

In that moment, you knew that your connection was something truly special. It was a love that transcended physical pleasure, a love that encompassed trust, understanding, and an unwavering desire to explore the depths of your desires together. And as you drifted off to sleep, your bodies entwined, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for the adventures that awaited you in the days to come.

[griddymasterr]

🎄Kinkmas Masterlist🎄

18+ MDNI

Day One: Public bottom!bada

Day Two: Thigh Riding bottom!reader

Day Three: Orgasm Control bottom!bada

Day Four: Edging bottom!reader

Day Five: Restraints bottom!bada

Day Six: Choking bottom!reader

Day Seven: Overstimulation bottom!bada

Day Eight: Hand Fetish bottom!reader

Day Nine: Oral Fixation bottom!bada

Day Ten: Face Riding bottom!reader

Day Eleven: Aftercare bottom!bada

Day Twelve: Sex tape bottom!reader

[griddymasterr]

Touch On You | Bada Lee x Camgirl!Reader

A huff escapes your lips as you stare at the two lingerie sets before you.

“Jagi, at this rate, we’ll start the live late you know.” Bada says, watching you with an amused smile.

“I know, I know! Okay I’ll just- I’ll go with… white!” Your girlfriend sighs in relief, silently thanking the gods. She was used to your indecisiveness and obsession with looking your absolute best for your fans even though your appearance would get ruined later. She guesses that was part of the appeal though, so, she let it slide.

Bada makes sure your refreshments were properly stocked whilst you changed and did your makeup, knowing how hungry the two of you got after shows.

“Unnie!” She looks up at the sound of your voice and smiles, tongue poking the inside of her cheek.

“Wow baby~ you look gorgeous… as always.” You giggle and step between her legs to wrap your arms around her, leaning down for a peck. “Ready to start?”

You nod, backing away to sit in your own chair beside Bada. As always you checked the angle of you camera, tilting it down so that your girlfriend’s head wasn’t in frame. Bada grabbed a face mask for good measure and secured the cap on her head.

Becoming a camgirl was your idea, you had already been one way before getting into a relationship with Bada. You told her, of course, pleasantly surprised that she wasn’t put off by your line of work. Featuring her was actually a treat for your fans after reaching the 500k follower milestone.

Now, of course, being a well known choreographer and all, getting recognised on a camgirl site was the last thing she needed. Thus the disguise. Luckily, because of your height difference, part of you didn’t get cut off whenever you adjusted the angle. Despite all of this, Bada still managed to capture the hearts of many of your female audience. Even if all they saw was her body from the neck down and even if the most they heard from her was a mumble.

This was Bada Lee we’re talking about though so it really isn’t that surprising if you think about it.

You cheerfully greet your fans, happily waving at the camera as the number of viewers rapidly increase.

“Hey everyone! Did you miss us~?”

“We went live not too long ago though.” Bada mutters lowly, her voice sending shivers down your (and everyone else’s) spine.

“Unnie~ don’t be like that!” You whined playfully, your girlfriend smiling and pulling the brim of her cap down enough to hide her eyes. One of the habits you found to be insanely attractive.

A few minutes go by where you enjoy interacting with your fans, talking about anything and everything that comes to mind but eventually it’s time for what everyone came here for.

Though before you can get down and dirty, a particular comment catches your eye.

tteok357382: “i wanna see mask unnie’s hands~!”

You smile, nudging Bada and pointing to the comment. “My hands?” She mumbles quietly, showing off her hands, tensing and curling her fingers to show off the bones in them. It was safe to say everyone was drooling, including you.

“They’d look prettier inside me.” You giggle, coyly biting your lip.

A light chuckle is heard from above. “You wanna use them to warm up for later?” You nod, swivelling your chair to face Bada’s. She helps you recliner the seat so that you’re more comfortable.

Slowly, your lacy underwear slip off your legs, now discarded on the floor. Bada scoots a little closer, three fingers rubbing up and down your folds. A soft moan leaves your lips as you try and focus on the monitor.

princess424: “wah… to have someone touch me like that…”

kimseo57586: “mask unnie’s fingering game is unmatched ㅋㅋㅋ”

“Y-you’re right, nobody has ever made me feel this- ah-! this good with just- just their fingers…” Bada smirks at the admission.

“Fucking hell…” she mutters, watching her fingers be greedily sucked in. “Can’t get enough of me, huh jagiya?”

You whine. “Jus’ move already…” your girlfriend chuckles but obliges, slowly thrusting her digits in and out. A string of moans tumble past your lips, eyes hazy as you try to read and respond to comments.

“What’s the surprise?… ah- well, telling you would ruin it- fuck…”

Bada continues for a few more minutes before you can feel an orgasm start to approach to which you tell her she needs to stop. She nods and reluctantly pulls out, reaching for a wipe to clean her hands. After a couple deep breaths the cloud in your mind dissipates, Bada chuckling quietly at your antics.

“What?” You pout playfully. She holds up her hands in defense.

“I didn’t say anything.”

You huff. “Well i can hear you thinking.” The pair of you giggle at each other, the viewers gushing over how cute you were.

prettycherry64839: “i wish i had a partner as sweet as mask unnie~”

smallaeta._e: “our y/n is getting treated so well I’m jealous!!”

“Right! I think you’ve all waited long enough,” turning to Bada you ask “think we should show them the surprise?” Her nod makes you smile widely, giggling at the new influx of comments.

eydgsjei456: “oh my god?!?!”

yuki6668: “we’re really getting treated tonight 😭😖”

y/nloverrr8890: “I’ve never wanted to be someone so badly… or be with them…”

🐸chu67382: “how could I possibly click away now???”

Bada smiles as she reads the incoming comments on the screen, idly stroking the strap that now peeked out from her cargo pants. She could tell you were trying your best not to squirm from excitement in your seat.

“So~? What do you think of the surprise?” You giggled, relieved at the overwhelmingly positive response. “What should I do first~?” Various suggestions spawned after your question, most viewers asking for you to “suck it!”

“I think it’s a good idea, if you want to, of course.” Bada smiles. She implies you don’t have to sick her off yet is already pushing up the armrests on her chair which makes you laugh.

“Of course I want to~”

You push up the armrests on your own chair and lean over, Bada’s hand finding their way to your hair to hold it out of your face. The action alone makes you want to moan but you refrain, focusing on kissing the tip and placing kitten licks where you could.

“Fuck you look so pretty…” she mutters. You hum at her words, extending your tongue to paint broader strokes on the silicone toy, making sure to look at the camera every now and then. A groan escapes from deep within Bada’s throat, the older woman not being able to control herself as she thrusts into your mouth, hissing at the sound of you gagging. You can’t help but giggle (though it came out as a gurgle) at her enthusiasm.

The thought of thousands of people touching themselves to the sight of your getting your throat fucked makes your clit throb, Bada chuckling as she notices your hips buck.

“Feel good, y/n-ah?” You nod, gasping as she allows you up for air.

myyymelaur5020: “spit on it!”

Bada has to cover her mouth to muffle the ungodly noise she produced.

The fact that you could make your girlfriend into a moaning mess (though to a lesser extent compared to how she made you) made you proud. Pushing your chair away you stood up, stepping over to plop down into her lap.

“Oh so it’s like that, huh? Gonna ride me, babygirl?”

“Mhm~ gonna make you feel so good unnie.” You whispered.

If you could hear your viewers, you’re sure you’d hear a collective moan as you sunk down onto Bada’s cock. The moan you let out was borderline pornographic, reaching back to gather your hair into a ponytail whilst slowly beginning to bounce in her lap.

“Fucking hell jagi…”

“Yeah? You like that, unnie? Do I look pretty taking your dick like this?” Bada groaned in response. She loved it when you talked dirty.

High pitched whines and moans continued bouncing off the walls, you were barely able to keep it together in the first place but now with your girlfriend starting to fuck up into you… yeah, it was safe to say you’d lost all touch with reality.

Enamoured with the way you looked, all Bada could do was watch in awe. The way the tendons in your neck stood out as you moaned, the sweat trickling down your face the more you increased your pace. To her, you were the prettiest girl on earth.

“Unnie… unnie—!”

“Yeah, princess? Getting close again?” She panted.

Barely managing a nod you whine again, reaching down to rub circles into your clit. Whimpers tumble past your lips, hips bucking more frequently as your orgasm quickly approaches. Bada bats your hand away to replace it with her own, her colder fingertips making you shudder.

“Oh I’m gonna- unnie- I- please! Ah!” Words refused to form but Bada understood you anyway, adding just a little more pressure to your sensitive bud to trigger your orgasm. A long, drawn out whine rung in her ears as you came, the strap ended up popping out from the force of your aftershocks but that made for an incredible sight, the chat being filled with various expletives as they watched your hole clench around nothing.

“Such a pretty girl… it’s okay, you’re okay.” Bada muttered softly, swivelling her chair away from the monitor to offer you both some privacy.

Bada helped guide you through your breathing as you came down from your high, trying to ignore her own growing need between her thighs. “Feeling okay?”

“Yeah… ‘m fine… just…”

“Fucked out?” She giggles, grinning cheekily.

“Yeah..” Bada stifles a louder laugh.

“Come on, let’s hurry and end the stream so I can clean you up and we can cuddle after.” You nod, trying to compose yourself as you reached for the bottled water off camera. Thank goodness your girlfriend was so thoughtful.

Pouting playfully, you act sad as you bid your viewers goodbye, blowing a few kisses and giggling as you convince Bada to do the same.

You don’t see the very last comment as you close the stream.

user879362: “I swear I’ve seen mask unnie before… she seems familiar somehow ㅋㅋ”