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girlfriend kirsten...

Only You | Kirsten Dodgen x Fem Reader | 21+

Summary: your untouchable best friend has feeling for you and you have no idea until she takes a risk.

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: VERY explicit scenes. SMUT 21+ mutual fingering, edging, came untouched, etc. MDNI

READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED

A/N: some thing for my Kirsten stans 😉🤭 hope you like it🩷

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Kirsten Dodgen. The name itself seemed untouchable for many. She was the definition of perfection. She was kind, gentle, talented, and more than that, she was absolutely beautiful. Everyone wanted to be her or be with her no matter the gender.

When she danced, she made so many scream her name. She caught everyone's eye. So while everyone desired to catch a glimpse of her, you had no idea how you managed to be so close to her.

She had you wrapped around her finger. She took you wherever she went and you were always there for her. You questioned this every day. You were the opposite of what she was.

You were cold, quiet, and some would say you came off as a bitch. You never tried to enhance your features and you would always hear people chatter about how you looked.

They would say you looked not taken care of. They said you were lazy and not confident at all. But you didn't care. You never cared.

All you cared about was Kirsten. The way she moved her body and the way she would look at you drove you crazy and blurred out the voices around you. Too bad she only saw you as her best friend.

So that was always in your mind.

How the hell did this amazing woman become your best friend?

"Y/N! Are you mad at me again?" She said as she shook your shoulders knocking you back into your senses.

"What?" You said as you tried to look at her. Seconds ago she was in the center of the dance studio teaching away and now she was sitting right next to you.

"I told you I was sorry. I didn't mean to get my pink lip stain on your favorite shirt. I was wearing it and it just spilled. I'll buy you a new one," she said as she rested her head on your shoulder.

"Oh, um... no. I'm not mad anymore. That shirt looked better on you than me. Are you done with class?" You asked.

"Yeah. Did you want to eat something?" She said.

"Yes. I wanted to get some food before I take you back home. Are you ready?" You asked as you stood up offering your hand. She took it and you began to walk out of the building. Your arms linked together and the usual chatter started again.

The chatter about your image, Kirsten's beauty, etc. you lowered your head and let go of her arm. She looked at you in confusion and looked around. It's not that she didn't notice how people talked about you. It's just that she never mentioned it to not make you uncomfortable but she was tired of it.

"Listen, I know it's hard to ignore them but look at me," she said as she pulled a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You're beautiful in my eyes. Whatever they say shouldn't matter, okay?" She said as she cupped your cheek with her hand. You nodded with a small smile. That's all you need. Sweet words from her were all you needed to forget all the bad things.

Everyone around you fell silent and she dragged you out of the studio. You both got inside your car. You drove to a fast food place and got some burgers and fries to munch on before getting ready for the next day. You began to make your way to Kirsten's house when she spoke up.

"Actually... my apartment is being remodeled and painted. Brian is staying somewhere else as well. Can I sleep over at your place? I hate the paint smell," she said. You bit your lip in thought.

This would be the third time she would sleep over in a row and you didn't mind but every time she would walk around in nothing but your oversized shirts and underwear driving you crazy.

"You're thinking about this too much. Just drop me off at Emma's place," she said as she looked out of the window.

"I'm sorry. I'm just... It hasn't been a good day today. You can sleep over my place," you said immediately painting a smile on her face.

After eating, she decided to put herself a glass of wine that she had bought for your biggest but never drank.

"Can I borrow some clothes? I need to wash mine," she said.

"Sure. If you promise not to do your makeup in my clothes again. You know where things are, right? I need to finish something for school," you said. She rolled her eyes and stood up from the couch.

"Whatever. I'll be right back," she said as she disappeared into your room.

You began typing away on your computer and clicking. Kirsten seemed to be taking her sweet time looking through your room for clothes but she truly found more than that.

Just as you were about to get up to go find her, her phone vibrated under your leg. I grabbed it and saw a message from Brian.

Brian: Kirs, are you coming home today?

Brian: Ling and LaTrice are over here and they wanted to get a drink later.

Your brows furrowed at the message. She lied to you. Why that was? You had no clue. You heard her footsteps and quickly put her phone back where she left it. Under your thigh.

"You got a new message. I felt your phone vibrate," you quietly commented. As you looked up you noticed what she was wearing. Only her spandex shorts and one of your pink lace capri tank tops.

You diverted your eyes from her well-built figure as you felt your face heat up. She looked beyond beautiful and you were afraid you might just strip her down with your eyes. She grabbed her phone slightly grazing your thigh making you jump a little.

She began to type away on her phone and then turned to you.

"Are you almost done? I want to watch a movie with you," she said as she put her arms around your shoulders resting her chin on one of them.

"Yeah. Just a few minutes," you replied with no tone in your voice. She was taken aback by your coldness. Yes, she knew that's how you were but never with her. Whenever you talked to her there was always a hit of warmth to your voice but not this time.

"Why are you acting so weird towards me today? Did I do something wrong?" She asked and you finally shut your laptop.

"Why did you lie?" You said.

"What are you talking about?" She said looking directly into your eyes.

"You said you couldn't go home. You said it was being painted and Brian wasn't there either. Why?" You said as you turned to her waiting for answers. She began to fiddle with her hands and avoided your gaze.

"Kirsten, you have done so many things to make me question what is it that you want from me. You mess up my things, ignore me, lie to me. Why do you do these things? Why do you... confuse me?" You said as you looked away.

"Y/N, I never meant to confuse you. I just... you're really special to me and it seems like you're the only one that can't see it," she said as she grabbed your shoulder making you turn around to face her.

"I spilled my lip tint so I could get your attention because you were talking to Emma more instead of me. I ignored you to make you jealous. I lied to you to spend more time with you because... I... I fell in love with you, Y/N," she said and your face became a rosy pick as your heart felt like it was about to pop out of your chest.

"But... Brian and you... I don't get it," you said as you stood up.

"What don't you get?" She said going after you.

"Why me? You're literally perfect and I'm... I'm not. I'm moody and not pretty. Why did you fall in love with me?" You asked.

"Because I looked in here..." she said as she placed her hand on your heart.

"I saw how you were with the younger students. How you would take over my classes when I was feeling down even if it meant you needed to deal with other people which I know you hate. You always brought the kids snacks and water for our breaks and you always treated me like a human. Not like some star dancer," she said as she took both of your hands into hers.

"I can't believe that you turned down so many people with me in mind. It just sounds so crazy..." you said as a small tear rolled down your face.

"Believe it. It has always been you. In the middle of a crowded room, in school, even when we hang out with our friends, it's always you. Only you," she said as she got closer to you. Your faces were centimeters away and you closed your eyes.

Soon you felt her soft lips on yours. You could taste her sweet chocolate lip gloss as she slowly moved her lips in sync with yours. The world was muted. Every single negative thought in your brain and every negative comment anyone has said before were long gone.

You felt like you were flying and your stomach did a million flips. You began to smile uncontrollably into the kiss causing her to giggle and break away from the kiss.

"You're so cute!" She said as she threw herself in your arms.

"I'm going to put on some pants. Brian and the girls are on their way here. I hope that's okay," she said as she walked to your room.

"That's... that's fine..." you said still in a trance but with a wide colorful smile on your face.

A few days passed and you found yourself in your living room waiting for your girlfriend to come out of the room while you worked on your laptop.

"I'm just saying, if they talk they should at least look the part. Those girls were talking about your appearance and they looked like wet dogs. Ugh! I can't stand them," she said as she walked out in underwear and one of your oversized shirts. The one she spilled lipstick on specifically.

"It's fine. I don't care what they have to say," you said.

"But you're not ugly! You just hide that beautiful face behind your hair," she sat next to you and pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. Suddenly she let out a loud gasp making you turn to her in surprise.

"Let me do your makeup! Please!" She said as she put her hands together. You laughed at her actions.

"Do you really want to?" You asked. You'd do anything she asked from you. And if she wanted to do your makeup, then you would gladly let her. She nodded her head and you closed your laptop.

She went to her bag and grabbed her makeup pouch. She walked to you and with a wide smile she pushed your hair back. She placed a small kiss on your cheek and straddled you. She applied a bit of mascara and blush. When she was about to apply lipstick she kissed you.

Your hand went to her back and that's when you realized how she wasn't wearing a bra. Your hand travels from her back to her waist and down to her butt.

She felt you touching her and took the opportunity to press her body against yours. She couldn't believe you wanted her as much as she wanted you. You groped her ass while she deepened the kiss.

She used her hand to go inside your pants and felt how wet you were for her.

"Damn, baby. I didn't know you wanted me this much," she said between sloppy kisses. You let out a soft moan and bit your lip.

"Well, you always have me around your finger when you wear my clothes," you said when you got used to the feeling of her hand in your sensitive area.

"Do I? Wanna know how I feel when I wear them?" She asked and you nodded. She used her free hand to guide yours inside her soaked panties. You moaned at the gushy feeling of her folds.

No other word was said but you immediately understood what she wanted when you heard her sweet moans against your ear. You wanted to hear more and feel more of her.

With your free hand, you managed to remove the shirt she was wearing and tossed it somewhere on the living room floor.

As you collected all of her juices with your fingers, you shoved two inside of her causing her to yelp out in pleasure. She moved her finger to rub on your clit and soon both of your moans bounced off your living room walls.

"Keep going. That feels so good, baby," she said as she was riding your fingers. You felt her clench around your fingers and her moans got louder. You pulled out of her and she gasped as she gripped your shoulders.

"Babe... why did you stop?" She said panting between words. Her actions on you had come to a halt as well. You were both panting and groaning and as soon as you regain a bit of your composure, you picked her up and used your hands on her ass for support.

You dropped her on the bed softly and hovered over her. Your mouth immediately went to one of her boobs and you sucked on the spot softly eating sweet moans from her.

"You deserve to be comfortable. Come here," you said as you raked one of her legs over your shoulder for better access. Her flexibility was no problem and she had demonstrated it many times when dancing so you were glad you got to experience it intimately.

As you shoved two fingers inside once again, she smiled as she bit her lip. Her mouth was now wide open and her hips moved to the rhythm of your hand. Loud sounds escaped her lips as you hit her sweet spot and she once more started to clench around you.

She sat up and wrapped her arms around your shoulders. She clashed her lips onto yours and you pumped your fingers faster. One last loud moan escaped her lips and she came on your bed sheets and your hand. Her panting was rapid and you almost came untouched just from looking at her messy state.

Your makeup was now messy and her body was sweaty. She grabbed your hand that was previously inside of her and shoved them inside of her mouth as she tasted herself making you finally cum inside of your panties. You moaned and collapsed your body on top of her naked one.

"That was... amazing, babe. I'll make you feel good next time. I promise," she said as she wrapped her arms around you and played with your hair.

"I'll look forward to it, my love. Now let's clean up our mess and go to sleep," you said as you tried to get up but she pulled you back into a sweet kiss.

"I love you," she said with a chuckle.

"I love you too, Kirs,"

Thank you for reading🩷

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devouringdevoutly · 9 days

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screaming crying throwing up... audrey my sweet princess ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽

omg can't wait for audrey's!!!!! thank youuuuuu (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）

Fear | Audrey Lane x Fem Reader | Fluff

Summary: a small misunderstanding leads you and your girlfriend, Audrey to end up on bad terms. Three months later, you realize how much you love each other.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: a bit angst. Brain tumor mention.

A/N: sorry if it’s a bit unrealistic. I know it’s not my best work. I’m not a medic or doctor… enjoyyyy •u•

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You and Audrey had been working nonstop on a new K-pop choreography. Being a part of the Jam Republic dance crew has been a milestone in your career. You went from being a small and heavily criticized TikTok dancer who covered K-pop dance to a successful choreographer.

Having Nick reach out to you to be part of this project was perfect as he had also contacted your girlfriend, Audrey. You couldn't believe that you and Audrey got to dance together and spend time together as well.

However your schedules were packed and after the show, there were some things you two couldn't do together. She was booked doing the brand new show Street Dance Girls Fighter 2 and you were booked creating new choreographies and interviews.

One day you finally got to see her but you were too tired. She seemed to be really excited to hang out with you and you were just thinking of going home.

"What if we take a walk? and then we can go camping," she suggested but you shook your head.

"Sorry, Audrey. I'm drained and I just want to lay down," you said bluntly. One thing about you is that you could be very oblivious to others' feelings when you weren't feeling well... not to mention minor anger issues that almost caused you major trouble with Mannequeen.

"Well, what if we just go for some ice cream? Or maybe something to eat?" She said once again with her bubbly voice trying to get you out of bed and spend quality time together. It's Audrey. She was always bubbly and you lived for her but at this moment, tiredness hit you like a truck.

"Jeez, I said no. I'll just be in my room," you said in an aggravated tone leaving her behind on the couch.

You took painkillers for your headache and as you lay on your bed you heard soft sobs making your heart clench at the sounds. You know you fucked up. You promised to never make her cry and you just did. As you tried to get up to apologize, you felt your body collapse on the floor and you were unable to get up. Your vision immediately became dark.

You woke up and saw a bright light. You definitely weren't home. Your house was green and the lights were almost always dimmed. This room was too blue.

Your eyes tried to adjust and you groaned. You felt someone grip your hand tightly but the voice was almost unrecognizable as your ears also tried adjusting to the noise.

"Audrey..." was the first thing that escaped your lips. You called her name. You wanted to apologize and when your vision finally cleared up, you saw her sitting on the side of the hospital bed holding your hand and asking if you were okay. Her eyes were red and teary as well as her nose as she let out sniffles.

You felt your heart clench at her sight. You made her cry twice. You never meant for any of this to happen. As you tried to get up your poising headache pulled you back to the bed.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, baby. Please forgive me," you said as a tear escaped your eye. Her head shook repeatedly.

"Don't apologize. I didn't realize you felt this bad and I should've known. I should've made you rest and taken care of you," she said as she lowered her head.

"Audrey, it's okay. I'm okay, see?" You said as you kissed her hand.

"You're not. Sorry to tell you this ma'am but you have a brain tumor. You need surgery and treatment as well as absolute rest for around three months. We need to do this now or you might not make it another month," the doctor said. You didn't protest. You knew it would be best if you wanted to keep living the life that you have. You wanted to be with Audrey.

"Audrey?" You said when you saw how she was holding in her sobs and cries. She turned to look at you with red eyes and you began to cry as well.

"I love you. I love you so much and I will be with you forever," you said.

"Don't... it sounds like you're saying goodbye," she said.

"I know you have to catch a flight. You have to go back home. Go work on your projects, baby. And come back to me in three months," you said and she started to shake her head.

"I can't leave you. Who will take care of you? Who is going to make sure you're okay? I want to make sure you wake up and you can see me and..." you moved your hand on her cheek and she stopped talking. She shut her eyes tightly and pressed her lips on your hand.

"I will be okay, baby. I have to go now but never forget that I love you so much," you kissed her one last time before the nurse took you away.

(Three months later)

It was finally the day. The day Audrey would come back and you could be together again. This time you promised you would never let her go and would never make her cry.

You heard the doorbell and rushed to the door. You fixed my clothes and hair before taking a deep breath and finally took ahold of the doorknob. You twisted it and there she was. A big smile and a beautiful gold light radiating from her. Her eyes seemed to be teary and her smile was shaking.

She immediately dropped her bags and ran to you. She grabbed your face a kissed you tenderly. It was a long-awaited kiss. Three months felt like an eternity without her. How could someone live without that gorgeous smile? It's a smile you would die for.

"You have no idea how much I missed you," she said as she buried her face down your neck. Her sobs began to fill your ears and your tears began to roll down your face.

"I missed you too," you said as you kissed her head.

"How about we get out of here? I have a surprise for you," you said and she looked at you with a confused expression.

"But you need to rest more. What if-" Audrey started but you stopped her by shaking your head.

"I'm okay. We aren't doing anything that might be straining. Let's go," you said as you put on your shoes and jacket and walked out of the door with her. She was too quiet for your liking but you didn't say anything as you saw her fidgeting with her hands in the car. You knew she was nervous.

After around thirty minutes you arrived at a camping site and got out of the car to open her door. A small smile was painted on her lips.

"You didn't forget about the camping date?" She asked.

"I could never forget about your favorite thing. Your pink curly hair, the sweet perfume you use, the way you move when you dance. It's all engraved in my head. Let's set up and watch a movie," you said as you walked to get our things from the trunk.

A few hours later you had everything set up and ate dinner. The sun was starting to slowly set creating a beautiful orange and pink hue in the sky. Audrey was silently sitting on a chair looking at the sky as she took small sips of her tea. Your biggest fears began to fill your head like poison.

'Does she not love me anymore? Is there someone else? Did she find someone that treats her better?'

"Audrey, come here," you said and she turned to you. She stood up and placed her mug on the chair. As she walked to you, you immediately cupped her face with your warm hands and planted a kiss on her lips.

"Whatever is on your mind, tell me," you said as you broke the kiss.

"It's just all surreal. I thought I was going to lose you and not being able to contact you due to work was killing me and now that I'm here, I just feel like I should've been here all along," she said.

You immediately connected your forehead to hers. You wanted her to forget about everything and anything that happened in the past.

"Baby, you're here now and I couldn't ask for more. You're all I need and I just want to be with you. Enjoy the moment, my sweet girl," you said and kissed her forehead.

That seemed to make all of her worries melt away. Her mind was clear and her heart warm. She smiled brightly for the first time and a small tear escaped her eye. You kissed it dry and she let out a small giggle that melted your heart.

Setting up for bed was quick and soon you realized that you had forgotten her sleeping bag back home. You scratched your head and chuckled nervously.

"Sorry, babe. I forgot your sleeping bag," you said.

"It's okay. We can sleep in the same one," she said as she got situated. She looked up at you and you nodded. You got inside the bag and spooned her, sharing the warmth of your body as a movie played on your iPad.

Suddenly, she turned to face you, completely ignoring the movie. You were lost in her eyes and you shared a moment of silence.

She reached to peck your lips and you finally saw her purest smile.

"I don't know how I managed to be with you for so long. I'll never leave you again. Promise you'll never scare me like that again," she said as she buried her face in your chest.

"I'm sorry baby, I'll never do it again..."

There was a small pause and you pulled back from the hug.

"We fit perfectly in this sleeping bag don't you think?" You asked.

"Yes. We are perfect," she said before snuggling close to you.

“I love you,” You kissed her forehead and you both drifted into a deep slumber.

Thank you for reading!!🩷

#audrey lane partlow #audrey lane #jam republic #wlw #street woman fighter 2 #swf2 #swf2 x reader #Audrey x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #sapphic #gay #queer #wlw yearning #wlw post

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devouringdevoutly · 12 days

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Fanfic writers are like crows. If you give them treats (comments) they will bring you shiny things (fanfic)

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devouringdevoutly · 16 days

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Any upcoming Badrey fics? :)

this is such an ominous question but I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED 😁 but ... yes! that is if i actually get to finish any of it lmfao but if you wanna talk about badrey just hmu. my gdocs is literally just filled with drabbles about them 😮‍💨

#ask me anything #ask me stuff #ask me questions #ask me things #bada lee #bada lee smut #bada lee fanfic #fanfic #sapphic #wlw

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devouringdevoutly · 16 days

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Hiii

helloooooooo 🤗

#ask me anything #ask me things #ask me stuff #ask me questions

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devouringdevoutly · 18 days

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Pls do a bully bada smut!!! Ur on the show and b is bullyint the reader and leads to smut?

show as in SWF2? like scenario wise you're one of the contestants? is there anything else you'd like to add as well?

#ask me anything #ask me questions #ask me stuff #ask me things #bada lee #bada lee smut #bada lee x reader #bada x reader #bada lee x y/n #bada lee fanfic

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devouringdevoutly · 19 days

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xuni tumblr debut... xuni president of the bada gock suckers club

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c/w for this include: g!p, mommy kinks & bottom bada (you’re welcome) ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ a/n: this is my first y/n fic ever so be kind… this was very rushed and not my best, enjoy nonetheless.

SUMMARY? Bada is a dumb puppy.

“I’m going to fuck her.” your fingers bring a lonesome cigarette between your lips and you shove your hands in your pockets, searching sedately for a lighter. The air is muggy with the aftershocks of a thunderstorm. Brown pools of water have soaken into your soles and surely the back of your jacket is wet where you lean against the brick wall of your apartment building.

A rough hand comes to snatch the cigarette from between your lips, a scoff resounding between you and your best friend.

“Soobin-ah.” Your voice has an edge of warning, eyebrows trained high as you look down at her. She responds passively, a small smile on her face as she slips the cancerous stick into her back pocket. “Eh? She won’t go for you. Too pure.”

“Nobody’s that pure.” You suggest.

Soobin rolls her eyes, rubbing a piece of her own hair dry of a stray droplet perched between her strands. “She once had to be tutored on sex ed.”

You snort, trying to bite back a smile from bleeding into your features. “The human body is complex.” Your stomach aches with a fiery want as you think about it.

The moment you had walked into your assigned dorm at the beginning of the semester, her big eyes framed by an obnoxious pair of glasses had entranced you. It’s effortless, the way she looks down at you like you hold all the answers. Her naive approach at the world, the way she makes you feel needed. As if she wouldn’t survive the semester without you as her roommate. It was addictive, a slow, drawn out drip of satisfaction you had been savoring daily. Yet it wasn’t enough.

Nightly, you were plagued by these ideas, with a need to corrupt. An innate urge to push her against the wall and shove your hand in her pants, stroking her to completion. The way she’d whine for you, oh.

It’s no secret, Bada’s inexperience. She had admitted it to you herself one drunken night full of confessions. Tipsy on the first shot, she almost blacked out on the second.

It’s almost obsessive how much you think about it; but it’s fascinating. Everything about Bada screams sex appeal, it flows off her in waves, its effect unkind to those of all genders. Imagine their shock when she turns them down not bluntly, but with a deep shade of red imprinting on her cheeks. A lack of eye contact.

You glance up at the entrance to your guys’ apartment. Something Soobin says is completely lost on you and she snaps in front of your face. “Don’t be a creep.” Is what she offers before jutting her head towards where you had been looking, “Every bone in my body doubts you’ll be able to bed her. But if you do, I'll pay for your meals the rest of the semester.”

“Consider your kindness unwavering.” You’re smug, your tongue running over the front of your teeth when Soobin rolls her eyes again, her tongue coming out to lick her middle finger as she holds it out at you before turning on her heel, beginning to walk away. “I’ll text you.” Is what she offers as her farewell.

You watch her form disappear, smiling incredulously as you shake your head.

You pull your hands out of your pockets finally, turning towards the entrance of your apartment building and stepping inside. The sounds of your shoes squeaking on the linoleum is loud, almost ear grating. The wet of your jacket is fast drying and a nuisance. You can’t wait to change your clothes.

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The sound of pots and pans clashing against each other makes your ears perk up, your eyes pulling away from the boring insistent text you’ve been studying over the better half of an hour, the words have begun to blear into each other. You stare at the empty doorway, your door wide open to allow every noise in.

One more glance at the text and you decide, quickly that it can wait. You stand up, an eager bounce in your step as you pull the tank top you’ve been lounging in slightly lower on your chest. The mission is clear, the want you’re experiencing now almost primal as you make your way towards the kitchen, hands behind your back to hide your less than innocent intentions.

“Bada!”

She startles almost immediately, jumping slightly in her stature. “You are so loud.” Her hand rubs over her heart dramatically as she takes in your form, assessing you like you’ve prodded your way into her routine.

And to be completely fair, you have.

You cross the stretch of inches between the hallway and the kitchen then lean against the counter closest to you, looking down at Bada’s hands. She’s holding said pots she had been clanging earlier under running water from your shared faucet. Your eyes travel back up to her and she’s still looking at you. “Making something?” You ask, genuinely interested and she nods in return.

“A chef's day is never over.”

“You’re a second year culinary student, Bada. Not Gordon.” She pushes your shoulder lightly, playfully and you snort, losing your balance in the movement and shifting onto your back leg. Her glasses slide down her nose and without a second thought you reach up, pushing them back onto her nose.

Her mouth clamps shut at that and she turns away slightly, busying herself with her prep work. “Want any of it?” She asks you, her voice light. You don’t give an immediate response, taking advantage of her back being turned you slyly insert yourself behind her, wrapping your arms around her unexpecting frame. There’s a strain when you try to put your head on her shoulder and you have to stand on your tiptoes, “Promise to make it with love?” You turn towards the side of her face, watching as her cheeks heat up that prominent red they always do. She nods regardless, words caught in her throat and all you can do is giggle as you pull away, leaving her to focus.

It’s hard, you come to realize quickly. Excruciating. Watching Bada every few minutes from your spot on your shared couch. The way her tongue presses against her bottom lip when she’s focusing on something—the way her eyebrows furrow with a craving for perfection. The little sighs that escape her when she’s fucked up. All of it is turning you red.

Suddenly, your phone is all the more interesting, pulling you in as you swipe through various different applications as if you’re desperate for stimuli. Something that doesn’t scream Bada at you. And despite your struggle at the beginning; it works.

By the time you’ve become encapsulated in your algorithmic ‘For You’ page Bada has already finished. She’s pulling together the finishing touches, taking shaky glances at your position on the couch. You’re halfway off of it, your hair falling down the arm of the couch as something on your phone steals all of your attention.

Bada smiles slightly to herself, finding your concentration cute. The ability to give something your utmost attention. She’s been the receiver of it once before and it warms you up—to be caught in your rays.

She turns her full focus now to two full plates, inspecting them to be to her liking. A stray dot of sauce stains the scene of one of the plates and she rips a paper towel off its roll, pressing her finger into one of the corners and swiping the sauce off. Satisfaction fills her and she brings out her phone, taking pictures of both plates from different playful angles.

Why not admire your own work?

Both plates now set on the table she turns back towards you, who hasn’t moved yet despite the loud noises she’s been making. Still completely entranced. “Y/N.” She says it once, garnering no response. A huff from her before she’s walking towards you on the couch, long fingers wrapping around your bare shoulder as she shakes you. “It’s done.” Is all she offers as you finally look up at her.

Shyness fills her effortlessly as you two make your way towards your small, shitty ikea table. “Explain it to me.” You say as you sit down in front of one of the plates, pulling it closer to you.

“So..” her fingers dance around the back of the chair with a newfound nervousness. A gesture to the plate. “The scallops are marinated in a kind of soy citrus mix and the soba noodles are seasoned with things like green onion, salt,” she points to the top of the dish, “All of the extra shit is just presentation.” You nod approvingly, surveying your own plate which looks amazing if you were completely honest. You gesture to the seat in front of you, “Sit, you did well.”

And Bada blushes at that, pulling her chair out and plopping down as she eyes you studying a healthy bite at the end of your utensils before putting it in your mouth. Her breath is held, tongue at the roof of her mouth as she waits for you to finish chewing.

You can feel her eyes on you, can tell her heart is pumping in her chest. Each bite you take her head moves forward slightly and you take it as an opportunity to mess with her. A groan slips out of you as you chew, tilting your head and scrunching your eyebrows together.

“What is it?” She asks suddenly, her eyes big as she peers over at you. “Or how is it?” You meet her gaze and swallow, leaning back in your seat. Her lip is pulled into her mouth by her teeth as she waits expectantly for an answer.

“It’s really fucking good, Bada.” Her face lights up almost instantaneously and you can’t help but smile at that, the way her smile reaches her eyes. You’re fucked.

Her reaction is immediate, digging into her own plate and nodding along with your sentiment. It’s a comfortable silence that envelopes the both of you and you find yourself subconsciously leaning over, focused on the plate in front of you completely.

You’re just about to speak up again when you glance up at her, expecting her to be just as enthralled in the dish as you had been but her eyes are already on you, not quite looking at you but slightly downward. She pulls her eyes away quickly, though, turning away as heat licks at her neck and you can’t help but be confused. You look down expecting to see a mess on your shirt but all you’re met with is your own ever so slightly exposed chest.

Your first instinct is to laugh but you bite your lip instead, looking up at her, “Lee Bada,” her body stiffens at your tone and she raises her eyebrows, eyes trained on the plate in front of her, “Yes?” Her voice is shaky and that familiar red is overtaking her.

“Are you staring at my chest?” Bluntness had always gotten you far in life. In no situation has it failed you before.

It’s silent for a moment, like Bada is taking in the question. “No…. I wasn’t.” Yet her eyes are still completely trained in front of her, completely unmoving.

You sigh, tapping your finger on the table before standing up abruptly,

“I’m sor-“ her voice cuts off when she notices you walking towards you, expecting a punch to the shoulder, a slap over the head, something.

Instead though, you stand behind her, hands sliding up from the back of her neck as you move her head up, forcing her to look at you. A whiny sigh slips from her lips almost immediately and it causes your mind to blank, suddenly the words forget you and your objective is unclear once more. “Bada..” your voice trails off and she looks embarrassed, still trying to avoid eye contact.

“Look at me.” And she does, slowly finding your eyes with her own. “Have you ever done anything with anyone?” You ask suddenly, knowing the answer but still you can’t help but hold your breath in anticipation. She shakes her head, swallowing hard and you nod, pushing a stray hair behind her ear, your eyes glancing down at her crotch.

It wasn’t a secret, maybe it started out as one. You had walked into the bathroom without knocking one day and caught a glimpse of it once before. Bada hadn’t talked to you for a week after that, never once meeting your eyes and it took a peace offering from your end to get her to start speaking to you again. As for you, it plagues your mind at the unholy hours of the night.

Your hand slides back behind her head, massaging the area there tenderly and her eyes flutter shut at that, mouth falling open in surprise. Eyes trained on her crotch you lean down, lips brushing against her ear as you whisper sweetly, “Do you want to?”

A whine slips out of her again, this one less breathy, more full and you feel heat surge through your stomach. You take a shaky breath and grab her arm, urging her to stand up to which she does, eagerly. Her eyes are avoiding contact with yours but she’s leaning into you, waiting expectantly and that brings a smile to your face, pulling her closer so her heady scent fills all of your senses. “My room?” You ask simply and she nods, pausing her movement before letting a “Please.” Slip out, all quiet.

That’s all it takes for you to wrap your hand around her wrist and begin pulling her towards your room, her following so closely behind like a lust blind addict. It’s cute.

Your mind is moving a million miles a minute, an endless stream of thoughts polluting it, none of them pure. The second you cross the threshold to your room you push her to the edge of your bed. “Sit.”

And she does, obediently. She’s finally looking at you, more specifically up at you from this position and you have to bite your lip at the sight, big eyes so expectant, slightly watery.

You move to sit on top of her, one leg swinging over the side of her legs effortlessly and your hand comes under her chin to hold her in place. The feeling of your heart beating erratically in your chest and the growing pressure from where the two of you just barely touch is driving you insane; so you lean in. The kiss is light at first, just two lips touching each other yet surprisingly it’s her who deepens the kiss, her hands gripping at the back of your shirt desperately as she pulls your lip between her own, chasing your lips.

You exhale heavily, bringing your arms around her shoulders as you begin to move against her ever so slightly. And that drives her crazy. A gasp slips out of her and she struggles to keep her same pace against your lips, attention now completely on the way your hips are moving against her. You can feel her growing hard underneath you and suddenly it’s all that’s on your mind.

“What do you want me to do?” You whisper against her lips, halting your movements while you try to gauge her reaction. She moves forward, chasing your lips again but you just pull back, expectant of her answer. “Touch me.” It comes out desperate and she sounds completely ruined. “Please.”

And that stirs something in your gut, almost animalistic and primal. She barely has time to process anything before you’re pushing her back against the mattress, mouth now attacking her neck as your hands slide down to her sweats, pushing them down sloppily, “Help me.” You say, breathing against her neck and she lifts her hips immediately, helping you pull them down further and leaving her to kick them off fully.

You sit up, sitting on her thighs and effectively locking her in place as you lick your hand flat. She’s gazing up at you expectantly and you smile down at her, taking her girth in your hand. Her face contorts immediately, just from your touch, eyes fluttering closed as she sighs.

“You’re so big.” You note, mostly talking to yourself and she blushes a crimson. “You know what to do with this thing, hm?” You’re still looking at her as her eyes flutter open and your tone drips something teasing. She shakes her head slowly, clearly embarrassed and you squeeze her length harder between your hand. “Dumb puppy.” And a moan preens out of her, loud and high pitched, her eyes rolling back.

Everything about how desperate she is, how sensitive has you clenching around nothing, your hand moving lazily around her cock as she whimpers with every stroke. She’s a mess, her lips bitten raw and her hips bucking as she chases the pleasure you’re giving her. Soft ‘please’s’ are slipping out of her mouth and she sounds absolutely broken which only spurs you on even further.

You press your free hand onto her hip and hold her against the bed as you speed up your pace, your hand moving at an aggressive pace as you watch her choke up, her back arching off the bed while her hand flies down, trying to grasp at yours to which you swat away.

“Take it, it feels good right?” You squeeze harder, leaning forward while she nods pathetically, “So good.”

“Yeah? Puppy can’t do anything right so you need me to help you. To feel good.” Everything’s affecting her, she’s so sensitive to the touch and the slide of your hand mixed with your spit is not helping at all. The stark difference of you being clothed while she’s not is driving you mad.

“I’m gonna…” she cuts herself off and her eyes are welling up with tears, hips bucking trying to chase the pleasure even further as her orgasm approaches. Her mouth is dry as she leans her head back, trying to find purchase in the sheets between her fists.

All of a sudden it stops, your hand pulled away from her cock quickly, too quickly. She jerks with it, a tear sliding down her face as she looks up at you, cheeks red and eyes blown out. “Please, please let me cum.” She whines, reaching for your hand in a pathetic attempt to bring it back to her. “Please mommy, please.” And oh does that send electricity up your spine.

“Since you’re so good.” You whisper, not having it in your heart to tease her any longer. You wrap your hand back around her, squeezing lightly around her tip and watching the precum slide down before quickening your pace around her whole shaft. She whines, a series of “please’s” and “Mommy’s” falling out of her mouth.

“Thank you mommy.”

“Fuck.”

“I can’t…. Please.” Her face is stained with her tears as she grips your wrist, her orgasm climbing up her throat threateningly.

She can’t get any words out, them all turning into a mixture of half baked sentences and word vomit. One thing sticks out though, her insistence to call you mommy. You lean down, bringing your mouth down to her ear once more and biting at her earlobe gently before whispering one last time, “Puppy gonna cum?”

And she does, hard. Her back arches off the bed and her grip on your wrist tightens as she cums white hot down your hand, whining loud and pretty all for you, your name at the tip of her tongue as she does.

Her eyes flutter closed and she’s breathing heavily, chest rising and falling rapidly as she comes down from such an intense orgasm. She can’t even think, can barely keep her eyes open and you examine her state, the pure mess you’ve made out of her, the mess she’s made out of your hand.

You smile a bit to yourself and bring your fingers to your lips, tasting her.

“I think I’ll keep you, Puppy.”

MY AO3 IS GOVENVAN GOODBYE!

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007: Singaporean Sling [G!P]

Summary: She was never this cock drunk before she met her.

Horny? Yes.

Wanting to be dicked down every time of the day? Absolutely not.

But as the seasons change so does Audrey's sexual appetite.

Note: This is a self-indulgent fic, crossposting it here on tumblr is basically a birthday gift to myself. Again, this is a work of fiction and does not reflect real life situations and relationships. Originally posted on ao3. CW: Smut, Drunk Sex, Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Futanari, G!P/Girl Penis, Vaginal Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Pregnancy Kink, Lactation Kink, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Lemon. Pairing: Audrey/Bada Language: English Words: 2,676

"You wore my clothes again."

Bada says with a sigh and it was hard to discern whether it was meant to be one of annoyance or lust. Maybe it was both but who knows, really.

They just came back from the nightly company dinner their manager relentlessly dragged them to, every single night without fail since they both arrived in the country. It was beginning to feel like it's quite the chore no one wanted to do. But who were they to refuse and complain? When they were getting sumptuous yet equally scrumptious food for free.

"And what about it?" Audrey cheekily responds as she plops down on her hotel room's sofa. The mix of the high end liquors and the cheap cocktails they basically chugged under the provision of their flagrantly drunk labelmates and staff, was definitely getting to them. Thankfully, Bada had managed to take the both of them back to Audrey's suite before they went insane from the loud music and just overall embarrassment of having to deal with their drunk co-workers' high jinks.

Audrey's suite was big. Big enough to accommodate two tipsy and touchy girlfriends that is. The room overlooked almost all of Singapore's best sites. The view was to marvel at and any person of whatever standing would've been in an awestruck, as the city's bright lights beautifully contrasted the dark empty sky as it was already deep into night.

Under usual circumstances, Bada would've taken a picture and posted it on her Instagram story with some cheesy music she had been listening to recently, and then paired it with some banal ass caption to cater to her deranged fans who would overthink what it meant. But she was in no mood for that tonight, not when a literal goddess was laying right in front of her. The view just paled in comparison. If there was anything that should be captured by her in the first place, it was to be Audrey and only Audrey.

"Take it off." The older one demanded.

"No." The younger defies playfully, recklessly pushing her girlfriend's buttons as she lounged on the sofa and stretched her body like a cat.

"No?" Bada chuckles in disbelief with Audrey's antics. She then easily swooped her off the couch. Throwing her on her shoulder, and walking to the bedroom with her body in tow without breaking any sweat. Normally, Bada wouldn't even be able to lift that much weight with her almost lanky figure, but her vigor when it came to her beloved girlfriend was not to be underestimated nor questioned. One look at her and anyone would think, "Damn, that's a face men used to go to war for." And that only fueled her primal desire to claim her, if she were to be honest.

Audrey doesn't squirm or try to get out of her grasp, instead she enjoys it as it lasts before she gets gently thrown on her queen size bed. She hits the duvet with a barely audible plop! as she giggled—it was all going according to her plan so far. Bada then crawls over to her body, her taller frame almost covering her whole and she fucking loved it. The thought of the older woman patently enveloping her, just sent a different kind of excitement down to her already soaked and stimulated cunt.

She then gets closer to her neck, inhaling every bit of her scent like a hound about to devour its prey. And god did Audrey smell so fucking good. Her sweat due to the Singaporean sun pitilessly toasting them as they walked around the amusement park earlier, and her strawberry gourmand fragrance that was still clinging onto her lightly tanned skin, only managed to turn her on even more.

Bada then placed chaste kisses along her neck before placing her plump lips against hers. Their lips met as if waves crashing into shore, her hands roaming around Bada's back wanting to pull her closer than their current position. She then grinded her body against hers, not failing to notice the older woman's hardening length underneath her khaki shorts.

"Fuck. I told you not to wear that hoodie and jogger pants, it's hot as shit here in Singapore." Audrey only giggled at the older's sudden reprimand. She knew that from the start but she insisted in still stealing her clothes and wearing it, parading herself around the city as Bada's to those with heedful eyes and letting them souse in their own surmisings. Bada then hastily removed her clothing only to be taken by surprise.

"You're not wearing anything?" Bada asks as she stares at Audrey's body, all in its naked glory. Her eyes then lingered on her girlfriend's already hardened tits, the brush of the hoodie's fabric on her chest all day making it so.

"Nope." Her younger girlfriend replies with a lustful grin.

"You're such a fucking tease, you know that right?" The older woman complains before latching her mouth onto one of Audrey's pink buds, earning a loud gasp from her.

"Y-yeah… Fuck, are you trying to milk me or what?" Audrey finally responded, her voice heavy and thick with bafflement as her girlfriend hungrily sucked her tit. Her other hand playing with the unoccupied one, basically encompassing her whole breast. It wasn't that big in the first place so it was easy to do so. She never had a problem with it as Bada constantly reassured her that it was the perfect size for her to grab and hold, like it was her personal hand warmers in winter.

"What if I am?" The older woman finally lifts her head, her mouth finally detaching from her now sore nips. Audrey whines as her dampened nip was met by the cold breeze of the room's air-conditioning.

"I wanna fuck you pregnant." Bada says thoughtlessly and Audrey could only raise an eyebrow at her. The constant boob grabbing and massaging, the incessant hand placement on her stomach and her thumb rubbing circles on the soft yet flat surface, the pull out method… It all made sense now.

"Then do it." Audrey says unthinkingly, green lighting whatever was bound to happen from then on.

"What?" Bada asks dumbfounded.

"Did you not hear what I just said?" The sudden change of tone from Audrey could only put a devilish grin on Bada's face. She could only respond by going down on Audrey and suddenly inserting a finger inside of her, earning a loud moan from her girlfriend.

"You're quite loose." Bada plainly says as she inserts another finger inside of Audrey. Her cunt had welcomed her so easily, that it wasn't much of a struggle pumping her fingers in and out of her hole.

"P-repped myself e-earlier… Do you not like it? A-ah!" The younger woman cries out as Bada sped up her pace. Her long and slender fingers were an absolute godsent to anyone who has had the opportunity to be fucked by her. Each plunge was met with a sickly sweet sound of Audrey's pussy spewing out her own juice. The younger woman then tightened around her digits before wetting and totally coating it with her cum.

"No, thank you baby. It just means that I can fuck you much easier." She then pulls her fingers out of her wetness, sucking every single bit of Audrey's sap that was discharged on her fingers. She tasted salty, a bit sour with a hint of sweetness… She tasted like ripe mangoes and peaches dipped in sea water. If she had to go through hell and beyond like Dante did, just to get a taste of her every single day then she would do it in a heartbeat. Bada then gently grabs the back of Audrey's head, before pulling her into a beguiling kiss to distract her from what would happen next.

Bada would've eaten her out with no shame if her cock wasn't throbbing painfully at this point, screaming at her about wanting to be let out of its clothed imprisonment. She quickly got out of her own hoodie that matched with what Audrey was wearing earlier and zipped down her khaki shorts. Clearly not wanting to waste any more time and miss out on fucking her girlfriend like a dog in heat.

Bada then teased her by rubbing her raw cock on Audrey's wet folds, letting her feel the hardness and every vein of her length. Dampening the side of her dick with each glide. She slides herself a few more times before slipping inside of Audrey's burrow which warranted the younger to claw her back. It stung like a bitch but the feeling of her tight walls around her cock was just too much for her to notice anything else at the moment. Bada let out a sigh of relief as her cock was now fully engulfed by Audrey's cavity.

Her younger girlfriend could only smile with pride as she salaciously gazed, ogled even at Bada's reaction. She knew that only her pussy could emit such a reaction from the famous dancer. Those bitches can desperately hop on her girlfriend's dick with their shriveled meat curtains all they want, but Bada would only want to fuck her cunt.

She then moved her hips in a lackadaisical manner, wanting to take it slow and ease the both of them to the rhythm of each thrust.

"F-fuck… forgot how big… y-you were…" Audrey comments, panting and stammering in between words as she physically feels her cunt adjust to Bada's girth and length. Bada swore she could die then and there. Her cock just sandwiched between the gummy enclosure felt sublime. She silently thanked all the gods that had blessed and guided her ancestors to have led her to this moment. Pounding the absolute sanity out of Audrey, their skins slapping with each slide of her cock in and out of Audrey's drenched cunt. Their moans and grunts of pleasure bouncing off the hotel bedroom, making a harmonious melody of their own even without singing.

Audrey was just like a limp vegetable at this point, unable to do anything but to tighten her grip on the sheets under Bada's roughening. She asked for it and so she'll take it like the champ she is. Her resolve was long gone the moment she had landed in the familiar South East Asian land, after her excruciating seventeen hour flight from Los Angeles to Singapore anyway. It had been almost two weeks since she had been physically near her girlfriend. Two weeks of not being able to hold her hand, not being able to hug her human equivalent of Poby from the cartoon show Pororo the Little Penguin, not being able to yap her pretty little mouth off about the most stupid and chronically online of things as she listened to her despite being tired from work and practice. And most importantly… not being able to get fucked by her handsomely gorgeous and charming girlfriend, whom she's convinced was written by Sappho herself.

The last time they had sex was on the night of their last concert, which coincidentally was also Audrey's birthday. Audrey didn't want any gift as she was more than grateful to have had Bada beside her on such a momentous occasion of her life. But it would be a grievous lie to deny that the birthday sex wasn't the cherry on top, as her birthday candles weren't the only thing she had blown that day.

She was never this cock drunk before she met her.

Horny? Yes.

Wanting to be dicked down every time of the day? Absolutely not. But things do change with time like the seasons do, Audrey realized that with the time she had spent flying back and forth from the U.S. to South Korea. Her sexual appetite only being heightened further once she entered her relationship with Bada.

Bada was her forthcoming. And the reason she had blossomed like a flower in spring, finally receiving its much needed tending after months of ruthless winter snow.

Audrey was then pulled back from her thoughts as Bada hit her spot again and again, she could only pull her closer to her as she moaned shamelessly. She secretly hoped that Emma snuck out of her own hotel room to go clubbing once again. The last thing she wanted to face in the morning was to be bombarded by her teasing. In which she admits, she rightfully deserves for their impudence as a young robust couple with a high libido to keep up with. But she won't let Emma have her win so easily, after months of bickering and play fighting with each other. She wasn't going to back down now.

Soon enough, Bada's body trembled as she thrusted into her one last time, unabashedly painting her walls white and coating her warm with her cum. And holy fuck did it feel good to her senses. She then followed Bada's high with her own, coating the older woman's cock with her own slick.

Bada laid on top of her for a while in which she didn't mind, it felt great even. To hold her close and so tenderly. Audrey then wondered if she would feel the same way once their own baby is placed on her chest, when she finally gives birth in the future. It made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. She felt butterflies in her stomach just at the thought of her possibly carrying their child a few weeks from now. Audrey then accidentally clenched multiple times around Bada just from those thoughts, earning a moan from the older.

"Babe. Shit. Was that not enough?" Bada asks, her ears heating up from the possible suggestion of a second round. Audrey's tightening cunt was basically draining her of every drop of cum from her cock at this point.

"Maybe." Audrey then brazenly grins at her like she's a Cheshire cat. Her big brown eyes gleaming with want and desire.

"Shush, that's enough princess. We still have work tomorrow." The older woman rationalized, Audrey wanted to protest against her decision but she was quite tired herself as it had been a long day. And so, Bada carefully spooned her and pulled the duvet over their naked bodies before the both of them headed off to dreamland.

A few days later…

It was time for Bada to go back home. Her schedule in Singapore was finally done and she had no excuse to overstay her welcome in the foreign country. She also had her own share of responsibilities waiting for her back in Seoul that she needed to attend to as soon as possible, so staying for a few more days was out of the conversation. Audrey had to stay behind and send her girlfriend off at the airport. She wanted to cry right then and there and Bada knew it. She hugged her and savored the warmth of her embrace one last time.

"We still have Vietnam in March. So don't miss me too much, babe." Bada says cheekily once she sees the tears threatening to fall from Audrey's eyes. She then cups her pretty girlfriend's face and gives her a goodbye kiss on both cheeks, forehead, nose, and finally her lips before Audrey leaned into her ear to whisper something.

"I'm not gonna miss you too much when I have my own miniature version of Bada Lee to accompany me." The younger slyly says to her before she was playfully pushed onto the entrance gates. Bada stood there dumbfounded, unable to say or confirm anything from Audrey as their company van drove off to her girlfriend's next agenda for the day.

She boarded her plane with the image of a pregnant Audrey clouding her mind, a smile formed on her face as she embraced the adorably amusing notion of her actually knocking her girlfriend up. God knows more than anyone else that she'd be more than grateful if it actually turned out to be true and not just some silly yet kind of cruel jest by Audrey.

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devouringdevoutly · 19 days

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007: Singaporean Sling [G!P]

Summary: She was never this cock drunk before she met her.

Horny? Yes.

Wanting to be dicked down every time of the day? Absolutely not.

But as the seasons change so does Audrey's sexual appetite.

"You wore my clothes again."

Bada says with a sigh and it was hard to discern whether it was meant to be one of annoyance or lust. Maybe it was both but who knows, really.

"Take it off." The older one demanded.

"No." The younger defies playfully, recklessly pushing her girlfriend's buttons as she lounged on the sofa and stretched her body like a cat.

"Nope." Her younger girlfriend replies with a lustful grin.

"You're such a fucking tease, you know that right?" The older woman complains before latching her mouth onto one of Audrey's pink buds, earning a loud gasp from her.

"Then do it." Audrey says unthinkingly, green lighting whatever was bound to happen from then on.

"What?" Bada asks dumbfounded.

She then moved her hips in a lackadaisical manner, wanting to take it slow and ease the both of them to the rhythm of each thrust.

She was never this cock drunk before she met her.

Horny? Yes.

Bada was her forthcoming. And the reason she had blossomed like a flower in spring, finally receiving its much needed tending after months of ruthless winter snow.

"Maybe." Audrey then brazenly grins at her like she's a Cheshire cat. Her big brown eyes gleaming with want and desire.

A few days later…

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devouringdevoutly · 19 days

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007: Singaporean Sling [G!P]

Summary: She was never this cock drunk before she met her.

Horny? Yes.

Wanting to be dicked down every time of the day? Absolutely not.

But as the seasons change so does Audrey's sexual appetite.

"You wore my clothes again."

Bada says with a sigh and it was hard to discern whether it was meant to be one of annoyance or lust. Maybe it was both but who knows, really.

"Take it off." The older one demanded.

"No." The younger defies playfully, recklessly pushing her girlfriend's buttons as she lounged on the sofa and stretched her body like a cat.

"Nope." Her younger girlfriend replies with a lustful grin.

"You're such a fucking tease, you know that right?" The older woman complains before latching her mouth onto one of Audrey's pink buds, earning a loud gasp from her.

"Then do it." Audrey says unthinkingly, green lighting whatever was bound to happen from then on.

"What?" Bada asks dumbfounded.

She then moved her hips in a lackadaisical manner, wanting to take it slow and ease the both of them to the rhythm of each thrust.

She was never this cock drunk before she met her.

Horny? Yes.

Bada was her forthcoming. And the reason she had blossomed like a flower in spring, finally receiving its much needed tending after months of ruthless winter snow.

"Maybe." Audrey then brazenly grins at her like she's a Cheshire cat. Her big brown eyes gleaming with want and desire.

A few days later…

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devouringdevoutly · 20 days

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i think about this one a bit too much actually... like, i'd genuinely kill myself to get a part 2 or a similar fic. like the amount of times i've read this and screamed about it on my priv should be studied.

༊*·˚ 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 🌟

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OMG HI I FOLLOW YOU ON TWT WELCOMEEEEEE

HIIIII OMG... i've been lurking here for months i just forgot i had a tumblr account so i didn't post anything ijbol. honestly can't wait to interact with more people here and post more nsfw/deranged content because people have been stoning me on twt and ig lol.

#ask me anything #ask me stuff #ask me questions #ask me things

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welcome to my shithole of an account!

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Hi, I'm Cherie🍒

♡ I write smut for shits and giggles. So MDNI!, your time to consume NSFW content will come I promise you. It's not the end of the world because you don't get to read smut fics.

♡ I also do fan edits (collage/video).

♡ Some of you may know me from ao3 or twt, the only reason I'm here is to terrorize people even further by my agenda (seulrene and badrey).

♡ Feel free to ask me anything or request stuff or just talk because I'm jobless as fuck. ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

♡ Lastly, I'm pansexual. I'm not one of those straight writers that write queer content but are actually high-key homophobic and sexualize queerness for clout. I'm genuinely just a whore for women... especially for Audrey.

Fanfic Masterlist ❀

The Hound of Heaven (Bada/Reader) 007: Singaporean Sling (Audrey/Bada)

Currently in the process of crossposting stuff.

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007: Singaporean Sling [G!P]

Summary: She was never this cock drunk before she met her.

Horny? Yes.

Wanting to be dicked down every time of the day? Absolutely not.

But as the seasons change so does Audrey's sexual appetite.

"You wore my clothes again."

Bada says with a sigh and it was hard to discern whether it was meant to be one of annoyance or lust. Maybe it was both but who knows, really.

"Take it off." The older one demanded.

"No." The younger defies playfully, recklessly pushing her girlfriend's buttons as she lounged on the sofa and stretched her body like a cat.

"Nope." Her younger girlfriend replies with a lustful grin.

"You're such a fucking tease, you know that right?" The older woman complains before latching her mouth onto one of Audrey's pink buds, earning a loud gasp from her.

"Then do it." Audrey says unthinkingly, green lighting whatever was bound to happen from then on.

"What?" Bada asks dumbfounded.

She then moved her hips in a lackadaisical manner, wanting to take it slow and ease the both of them to the rhythm of each thrust.

She was never this cock drunk before she met her.

Horny? Yes.

Bada was her forthcoming. And the reason she had blossomed like a flower in spring, finally receiving its much needed tending after months of ruthless winter snow.

"Maybe." Audrey then brazenly grins at her like she's a Cheshire cat. Her big brown eyes gleaming with want and desire.

A few days later…

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The Hound of Heaven

Summary: Whoever said that you can't fuck God clearly hasn't met Bada yet.

Note: There is no actual god in this fic, it's just straight up a world ran by the Devil. This is also biblically inaccurate as well so please don't stone me to death. Again, this is a work of fiction and does not reflect real life situations and relationships. Originally posted on ao3. CW: Smut, Church Sex, Confessional Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Fingerfucking, Cunnilingus, Demon Sex, Oral Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Religious Guilt, Catholic Guilt, Catholicism, Cheating, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Lemon. Pairing: Bada/Reader Language: English Words: 1,897

Whoever said that you can't fuck God clearly hasn't met Bada yet.

That was the first coherent thought that had formed in my brain as her long fingers slid in and out of me, my warm and wet cavern welcoming her with so much exuberance you'd think I won the lottery jackpot. It sure did feel like that as I was cornered by her towering height and the wooden walls that the booth was made out of, all the while her snake-like tongue making sure she'd had enough of mine. I should feel disgusted by the way our mouths met. The way our tongues glided so ferociously that it made an obscene amount of wet noises that were clearly bouncing off the walls off the confessional booth. The way that my sap trickled down along my legs as Bada mercilessly continued on fingering me. The booth that was once used to repent one's sins was now used to make one after the other.

I should probably feel burdened by the weight of the situation I was in but who cares? My mind and body was stuck in a limbo named Bada.

Her hands then roamed to my now bare breasts as she had managed to rip off my brassiere and the white sundress that I wore earlier, was now practically holding onto its dear life as it was solely held by Bada sandwiching me between her and the wall. She then squeezed and fondled my left bosom, my nipples were already hardening by the cold air hitting it. I let out an elicit whine that even I didn't know I could make and my back arched against the wall like a frightened cat.

Bada's mouth had now reached my right nipple, her tongue flickered back and forth as I moaned like a bitch in heat and I could feel her physically smirk through it. Both of her hands were more than preoccupied, her left hand was groping my left tit and her thumb was playing with my bud, all the while her right hand was still pumping deep inside of me; making sure that she curls her fingers every once in a while but purposely never hitting the spot so as to deny me of reaching my high anytime soon.

She finally pulled back from tantalizing my sore nipples and she eventually stopped pumping my equally sorely soaked cunt. I whined at the loss of contact as Bada's tall figure leaned onto me.

"I wonder if your wimpy god-fearing boyfriend knows how much of a whore his girlfriend truly is…" She says with a shit eating grin, I swallowed the lump in my throat as I didn't feel any sort of guilt for betraying him… I knew that even Judas did feel a tremendous amount of guilt as he had sold the blood of Christ for a mere thirty silver coins. I knew that the moment I had planted my lips against Bada's, that the Devil had penetrated into every part of my being as he did so with Judas Iscariot.

Nevertheless Jesus had already forgiven him before he even committed his sin, perhaps that idiotically pious of a Christian man will forgive me too if there is anything to be forgiven in the first place. If that is the case then I'll gladly break bread and be consumed by her as his disciples did in the last supper, every intrusion that she had made inside my walls was a carving of our covenant.

I already had my bite of the forbidden fruit and there was no turning back to the Garden of Eden.

"Stop talking about that twat and just fuck me already will you?" I groaned out as my hole clenched and unclenched around her fingers. I knew that my words were as insolent as our actions were. Father, will you forgive me for this rotten curiosity of mine? or will you banish me as you had with Lilith and Eve?

"Demanding much? I'm sure you already know that you're the one at my mercy here, angel." Her cocky tone had only gotten me wetter and my cunt pulsed as fast as my heartbeat did. Bada's smile turned wider, almost menacingly as she had clearly noticed my reaction to her degrading words. My mind was in a haywire, my vision was turning hazy as I could see the face of God in the Devil's body. Why did God make the devil's advocate painstakingly handsomely gorgeous if he didn't want me to dive into the river Styx?

"You like that hmmm?" Her thumb pressed meanly against my clit. She knew exactly what she was doing, the pet name? Angel of all things after calling me a whore? I let out another whine as my cunt's lips fluttered.

"Fuck… if you only knew how much I wanna fuck you on the altar… Fuck you in front of those foolish devotees singing words of praise to their equally foolish god. Make you cum with my mouth as they sing lamb of god or whatever the fuck they cry out in these futile masses." She crooned out as she rested her head against my neck and continuously drove three of her fingers inside my plump sopping cunt. Her staggering breath tickled my neck with every word that she had sermonized. I knew she would've done it if I just didn't have a reputation to keep, as if fornicating in a confessional booth was a last act of mercy on her part.

I knew that I was reaching my peak with every thrust Bada had propelled and she knew it too. The ascend to my peak was immediately put to a stop as Bada had other plans in mind. She quickly pulled her fingers out of me, leaving me with a pathetic gaping hole. My resolve had been long gone and my knees were absolutely weak, threatening to give up on me at any moment.

In a swift movement I was easily lifted by Bada and was placed on the velvet cushion of the enclosed box's seat like some ragdoll.

She seized hold of my feet and placed a chaste kiss on it before kissing the entirety of my legs, from my sole to my thighs. It was an intimate moment as if she was almost offering a prayer of thanks before she started to devour every bit and piece of me.

She stretched out her hands and deftly parted my legs like the red sea, I could see her devious grin as she had finally a closer and more intimate view of my aching fleshy cunt. I knew that I was embarrassingly wet and that I was absolutely sore but I didn't dare look down as I was afraid to meet her eyes and see what she had done to me.

"Look at me." Bada said in a benign but firm manner, quite the contrast as she had grabbed my face forcefully and for a moment I was confused. Why the sudden tenderness? Bada's firm hand let go of my jaw before she dove into my ocean of wetness, her forked tongue slithered inside of me like a snake. I couldn't hold myself back anymore as I moaned loudly within the confines of the wooden booth, both sides of her tongue were able to move on their own accord and it just gave her a better aim at her insistent prodding. Bada didn't dare to cover up the noises I made anymore as the ongoing mass was clearly about to end, the people in their assigned seats were standing to give praise to the Lord.

Her tongue kept on ambushing both my lips and cavern, my tears of pleasure had now mixed with the sweat that I've accumulated with how steamy the enclosed space had gotten. I could smell the scent of sex and oak mixing together creating a musk. Somehow my senses were heightened once Bada had started eating me out, I was now conscious of the noise from the outside almost taunting me that we weren't safe from being walked in on by a random passerby.

Bada's gaze met mine, as if her foxy calculating eyes pierced through every part of my being. My eyes were hazy from my tears and I could definitely feel myself getting there.

And with one last skillful flick, I pressed her further into my cunt by grabbing onto her hair. I came hard on her tongue, filling her mouth with so much cum that it dropped down to her chin. I lustily moaned as the churchgoers outside had finally reached the chorus of the song, their harmonious high pitched singing had covered up mine. Bada had finally lifted her head and I looked at her just with a stupefied yet content daze.

She finally sat up from her kneeling position before grabbing my face and roughly pressing our lips together. She kept much of my cum inside of her mouth before forcefully transferring it into mine, making me swallow and taste myself whole. My eyes widened before accepting my fate as I swallowed all of it without any defiance.

Bada kept our tongues in a languid movement until she could feel that I was running out of breath. Our mouths have finally parted ways and I could feel some sense of shame brewing inside of me but it was quickly interrupted by the clap of unison from the crowd, indicating that the mass has finally ended. I took multiple breaths before gathering the strength to pick up my discarded underwear and fix my dress up as Bada did the same for herself. I stood by the door, hesitating, leaving my hand and heart too heavy to open to unlock the doorknob and end this affair with the Devil herself.

I took a final deep breath before opening it but Bada suddenly grabbed my wrist.

"Where do you think you're going my sweet cherub?" Her voice had a hint of malice and possessiveness in between lines, she raised an eyebrow and looked at me suspiciously. I looked at her a bit dumbfounded.

"H-home?" My voice trembled as I whispered my answer, I was unsure of myself where I was heading to either. I felt absolutely lost as my mind was now clear of any trace of lust and desperation, the realization dawning on me that I had just sold myself to the Devil for a mere exchange of ineffable pleasure that I was only to experience just once in my life.

Bada grinned mischievously as she pulled me to her chest before she pressed her mouth against my ear.

"You're coming with me." She whispered as her voice had dropped and shifted into something a lot more sinister sounding.

I stood frozen in shock, I could feel my breathing pattern falter with each and every second passing by. I had come face to face with the Devil and willingly danced with her.

I was finally faced with the cold hard truth that I had left the Garden of Eden long ago. I had laid with her under the thorny olive branches of Gethsemane. I had fed the evil with every bit of my purity in its wake. I had now buried every living being in me, I was now bound to her for eternity, unable to suffer the fruit of Eve's mortality.

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