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[luvleyk]

I can't... I just want to post how much I'm dying rn

BADA YOU CAN'T JUST TAKE A PIC AND LEAVE ME HANGIN' LIKE GIRL JUST TELL ME WHAT WE ARE AND I'LL SHUT UP😢😢

[luvleyk]

LEE BADA.. JUST WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME????

[luvleyk]

My obsession was so bad that I blocked her on insta tiktok AND YouTube for a year cause it was that bad….😔

You blocked B???? Both in tiktok and YT???? Help

Dw my obsession with her is over the top😭😭 I would literally melt whenever I scroll down on my feed and see her face

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Imagine Bada pushing you roughly against the wall as she towers over you, holds you by the throat as she tilts your head up, and kisses you roughly, biting your lower lip as she pushes her tongue inside your mouth. Your tongues swirl together, her pulling one of your legs around her waist as her nails dig into your thigh. That deep, sensual kiss had leaving you breathless. The scent of her perfume mingled with the faint taste of whiskey on her breath lingered tantalizingly. A string of saliva still connects your lips to hers, her pulling your head back by your hair to make you look at her properly. Her eyes were dark. And you know, it is going to be a long night.

The rest of the night goes by in the dimly lit room, which is filled with the heavy scent of vanilla candles, barely masking the musk of your intertwined bodies. The sound of your heavy breathing echoed through the silence, punctuated only by the creaking of the old wooden bed under your shifting weight and skin-slapping sounds with your occasional whimpers and her groans.

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Oh will it be to be her girlfriend T-T.....I need her to put me in my place so bad (I'm sobbing)

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echoes of voices inside the enclosed space can be heard right before she had left the room, and as the door closed, bada sighed before making her way to the locker rooms. it was yet another day with her calendar is filled with classes that takes up most of her hours in a day. she was never workaholic to begin with but she felt the urge to push herself into the brink of exhaustions for various reasons. even her colleagues in the industry has been worried about her current state but what does bada reply everytime one raises their concern over her situation?

"i am okay."

"i'll be fine."

and she would just shrug it off.

the female takes a quick sip from her tumbler as she makes her way to her next class but the staff stopped her and told her that most of her classes after that postponed and requested to move the dates. confused, she asked why and how did she not know this. The staff shrugged and handed her the outline of the new schedules. she sighs, already knew whose idea it is.

a few minutes later, she is in front of howl's desk, who looks at her with an amused expression on his face.

"you need to take a breather." that's what the male had told her, and bada answered with an eyebrow raised. "just because we're good friends doesn't mean i allow you to reschedule all my hard-earned classes without my fucking consent."

the male just chuckled and propped his elbows atop his desk. "what more do you want to prove? you're the most sought-after choreographer in the region. you have proven your worth, now you need to rest before you get burnt out. everyone knows it, EVERYONE."

"what do you mean?"

"you know what i meant."

the oreo-haired girl knew what he meant but she chose to ignore it and just sighed, dismissing the idea. "it's not even about her. i am doing this for myself."

"is it really?"

-

it took a good thirty minutes of exchanging reasons, bickering and such until bada finally submits to the male. and there she was, walking by the sidewalk, on her way to her flat. beneath the overcast night of the city, dim neon lights buzzed softly, their glow almost reflected the snow-covered streets. the city was bustling as it normally did despite the recent snowfall

cars honking, laughter coming from the hidden paths, and the occasional sound of a street musician strumming mellow tunes. never thought that bada would miss the scent of the city as she was stuck inside the enclosed dance studios she comes in. but now, bada was among the commotion, walking in silence, her steps being steady while her heart is in turmoil. it never did until that discussion with howl.

since she was a little girl, bada had loved all aspects of the big city but her favorite spot was that cafe, which happened to be in between the bookshop and the antique shop. aside from the dance studio, the certain cafe mentioned is where she finds solace. she spent her first hard earned money for a slice of cheesecake there, and everytime something good happens to her, the cafe is her go-to spot.

it was the same cafe where she met you on a similar snowy night four years ago. you rushed inside to shelter from the heavy downpour, and it so happened that bada is there, slender fingers wrapped around a warm cup of coffee she is enjoying, looked up as you burst inside covered in snow, shivering and panting. there are no vacant seats inside the cafe except bada's table, to which you went and claimed immediately.

just as you finally settled in, breathing calmed down, you apologized that you sat down without her consent, bada shrugged it off and told you not to apologize given the situation you're in, but instead offered her warm cup of coffee. much to your embarrassment, you refused to get her cup but bada insisted. it was then their friendship bloomed. at a certain day or time, they coincidentally meet. gradually, the more they talked, laughed together, and the more they filled the silence with their presences, they had created memories in that one corner, so much so that their connection had deepened like layers of a well-produced song.

it's an understatement that as their connection deepens, feelings began to grow.

but as life often does, they went their separate ways. you were given the opportunity to explore more of your craft. bada knew that you wanted to be a musician, and she was fully supportive with it. bada was left behind, of course, but the two promised to keep in contact. for the first few months, she had become a distant observer to your journey. you two had had pledged to keep in touch, yet as time goes by, and the messages they sent to each other became fewer and far between.

replies became colder, as to which the two didn't know why. but they went on their own lives. you became a well-known singer-songwriter while bada became a sought-after dancer and choreographer. while on the said industry you two have the chance to meet or cross paths, but you did well in avoiding each other.

-

tonight, the café was conducting an open mic session, a thing bada had not attended since you left. Hher unplanned intention was to come—it was easier to cling to memories than to confront their absence—however, there was this unique feeling in the air tonight. nostalgia successfully lured her to come close, thus she found herself sitting at the familiar table, with the aroma of coffee making her mind rest somehow. the oreo haired girl's fingers idly played with the brim of her cup, the same fidgeting movement she used to do every time she waited for you to arrive. it's different this time, knowing the opposite seat will remain vacant.

the evening passed by in a stream of voices and tunes. some of the performers were in their natural and unprocessed state, and others sang with a self-assurance that uplifted the gymnastics space. bada clapped gently, yet she is feeling upset inside. staying inside only worsened the bubbling thoughts inside her head, so she briefly stands up and was ready to leave. it was then the host appeared behind the backstage, approaching the microphone with a deep smile.

"ladies and gentlemen, we are pleased to announced that our special guest is here. please welcome, our very own… y/n jang!"

The place erupted with cheers, bada stopped from where she stood. her breath hitched and unconsciously clutched on her chest. before she can process everything, you entered the mini stage, waving at the cafe goers with the familiar sincere smile. you seemed more or less the same, but at the same time, different.

grown up, but still possesses that fire bada had recognized.

as you looked around, greeting the people who have come to see her, your eyes found bada's and your smile waned briefly. you cleared your throat and tightened the grip around the microphone. you moved it after, while you try to keep your cool, you leaned forward and spoke, voice calm and soft.

"i wrote this song with this someone in mind, this someone who had reminded me that even when days had gone by, some things stay with you.

the backtrack played, bada felt the first notes of the song which sent a shiver running down her spine. almost, as if by coincidence, the song felt like a memory. the lyrics uttered out from your lips felt like a reflection of love that refused to die, of tears and joy, and a love that continued to live throughout the seasons.

she noticed your vulnerability through your voice, every word uttered is accompanied by some sort of intense and unshown sentiment.

it felt like it was a song dedicated for her. bada didn't want to assume, but it felt like it.

the song kept going until her time on the stage ends and she received applause, commending her heartfelt performance.

the crowd slowly scattered away, leaving them standing face-to-face. for a moment, neither of them spoke, the weight of years and unsaid words hangs in between them.

“Hi”, bada said, finally shattering the comfortable silence between them. your lips began to tremble, the emotions swelled inside you and before you can even reply, tears began to flow down your cheeks.

"the famous y/n jang is still a crybaby?"

she joked, which got out a chuckle from you.

-

the two settled on their familiar table, enjoying a cup of coffee. as they filled up with what they had missed on their lives. the hardships, the successes. it suddenly felt like it returned to their blissful days that had passed. there was silence still, but they tried patching it up slowly.

"i'm sorry, bada."

"for what?"

"for ending things like that. i should've done something to keep ourselves connected."

bada lowered her head. "it's okay, really. we have focused on our dreams and goals. don't blame yourself. i am at fault, too, you know.."

“I… missed this,” you said in a soft manner. "i miss you, bada."

and she missed you too, bada missed you too. she felt hope, suddenly believed that both can still retrieved what was lost between, and whatever they paused can be continued. along with the cup of coffee that thawed the cold lining between them.

maybe this time, things will work out?

[luvleyk]

need a continuation of sugar mommy bada plssssssssss yn just getting pounded like crazy

Should I? 😌

[luvleyk]

My mind keeps telling me that I should write smth about Bada, in rut, wanting to pound reader they're dripping with her cu—

Anyway... How y'all been doing?

[luvleyk]

🗣GRAAAAAA🗣PHILIPPINES MENTIONED🦅🇵🇭

YASSSS🤩🦅

[luvleyk]

— More?

| CW: public sex, fingering, mirror sex, CEO! Bada x reader, uh.. Sugar mommy! Bada?

|A/N: hi😌

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Bada sat poised on one of the chairs, that was near in the fitting room area. Her finger tapped on her knee while waiting for you to show her the first outfit that you had chosen. She insisted that she'll buy you a new clothes, since your old ones are a bit... Tacky in her taste. You were a bit hesitant but you didn't have the choice.

A soft tune can be heard from the store's speakers, tho it sounds faint in her ears because she was more focused on the soft shuffling nose of the clothes, behind the door of the fitting room..

Lately, she found herself often checking her schedule, as if seeking more opportunities to spend her time with you. Due to her busy schedule, she wasn't been able to be with you and it made her a bit frustrated. Hell, she was even considering to bring you to her company. That consideration led her to think something so... Vulgar.. You, bending over her desk as she takes you there, telling you to keep quiet because her employees might come in and see how debauched you look..

She sighed quietly, trying to push the pent-up frustration aside as she leaned down, her elbows were resting against her lap. She pinched the bridge of her nose to calm herself.

But that didn't seem to help when she saw you exited the fitting room wearing that dress. Her hand unconsciously gripped on the fabric of her trousers. Fuck. She thought as her gaze trailer down on your body.. The way the cotton fabric hugging your body, showing your perfect curves, the hem of the dress were showing your soft and tender thighs, it's stirring something inside her..

"Bada..? So.. Uhm.. How do I look..?" Your questions snapped her from the thoughts that were kept piling up in her mind..

She coughs before getting up. The way you look, right now. Is not helping her clear her mind. She walk towards you, her gaze were examining you, as if she's trying to see if it looks good. When in reality she just wants to push you towards the fitting room.. "Mm... Yeah.. You look pretty, baby" she said, feigning nonchalance as she can't help but to stare at your body. A bit too intense in comfort.

You seemed to notice her intense stare, but didn't pay no mind since you always notice her do that when she looks at you..

She suddenly became bold, when you noticed her leaned down and her hand trail behind your back, groping your ass.. "Mmhm... We should definitely buy this one.." She whispered against your ear. Her smirk widens as she felt you shudder against her.

You felt her pulled away and looked down at you.. "Maybe, we should take a closer look in the mirror, hm?" She asked, gesturing to get inside the fitting room.

Her sudden action made you swallowed hard, the anticipation sending a shiver down your spine as you nodded slowly.. "O.. Okay.." You stammered and guided her inside the changing room..

She closed the door and lock it, making sure no one will disturb as her eyes went to the mirror, her piercing gaze trailing through the reflection of your body. You felt yourself heat up at the sight of her, looming over you from behind.

Bada's hand slid on your waist, pulling you close as she lean down on your ear.. "You look pretty.." She hummed, planting a kiss on your neck. She let out a satisfied hum as she hear you let out a quiet moan and tilt your head. "Should dress you up so pretty, everyday.. Wanna spoil you, hmm." She nuzzled her nose against the crook of your neck, and you shivered as a response..

She slightly pulled away to look again in the mirror, her eyes raked over your body as her hand went to the hem of your dress, lifting it up to expose your skin and the lacy undergarments, underneath..

"Tell me, baby.." She breathe against your skin, her fingers dancing against the tender spot of your thigh.. "What do you think? Does this make you more beautiful?" Her words sounds innocent but her tone were dripping with a hint of lust.

You looked at the mirror, seeing her standing behind your back while looking at you with such hungry gaze, made your cunt clenched at nothing. You bit your lips and nodded as a response... "Y.. Yes.."

Her smirk were still visible as she started to knead the soft flesh while her other hand pulled you closer against her. "Mhm.. As it should.." She said, nailing were dragging up on your thighs, eliciting a shiver from you.

"Do you mind, holding this?" she asked, gesturing you to hold the hem of the dress.. Reluctantly, you did what she told you to. She chuckled quietly before planting a kiss on your head.. "Such a good girl for me.."

A shiver run down from your spine as you felt her fingers rubbing on the apex of your thighs.. The fabric of your panty, rubbing against your clit send a tingly sensation in your stomach..

"B.. Bada.. What if we get caught.."

"Shh.. If you just stay still and be quiet, we won't be able to get caught.." She reassured as her fingers continue to rub in circles on your sensitive bud.. She can already feel how hot you were, down there..

You hand gripped on her arm for support, while the other were covering your mouth, a feeble attempt to muffle out your gasps and moans that were threatening to escape.. You tried to look away from the mirror but her free hand, gripped your jaw, forcing you to look.. "I didn't told you to look away, baby" she murmured against your ear.

Her hand pulled away from rubbing your bud, and hook her fingers on the waistband of your underwear, slowly pulling it down. She watch it fall down on your legs before her fingers went back to rubbing your clit.. You could see how she watches you with pure ecstasy, the way your lips parted, letting out a quiet, yet breathless moan.. She's enjoying every bit of tremor and shudders that passed through you..

Fingers, slowly brushing against your slick folds. A satisfied hum, escape her throat as she feels how wet and ready you are for her.. "Oh baby... Look how wet you are. You're practically dripping.." She murmured, planting a kiss on the crook of your neck as she slowly pushed two digits, invading your aching hole.. A muffled whimper escaped your lips as you watch her fingers slowly pushing in and out of you, feeling her long, slender fingers rubbing against that spot that made your toes curl..

"Do you feel good, baby?" She asked, finger fucking your needy cunt with single-minded focus..

"Y.. Yes..." You replied, feeling more aroused and forgetting that you two were doing this in public, where people might hear you..

Too risky. That's what your mind keeps telling you. What if the sales clerk would suddenly knock...? Disturbing the two of you? Or they suddenly opened the door and got caught... That'd be too embarrassing..

Bada seemed to notice your daze expression, almost like you're getting lost in thought and not focusing on her.

Feeling a bit annoyed by your action, she curled up her fingers inside, hitting that spongey spot that almost made you moan loudly. "I didn't told you to get distracted" she murmured, pumping her fingers in a fast pace. She's desperate to make you cum, wanting you to drip and leave traces here, in this small room..

Your legs quivered as you tried to stay still while gripping on her arm for support.. "I'm gonna... Mn.. Gonna cum, Bada..." You moaned quietly.

She planted a kiss on your head while she increased her pace, fucking into your soaked cunt with wild abandon. Her thumb rubbed your clit harder, the rough pad circling and pressing against the sensitive nub. She could feel your arousal dripping down her fingers, coating them slickly as she worked you closer to your peak.

You lift the skirt of your dress up and bit the hem to muffle your cries.. She could feel your body tensing, your inner muscles starting to flutter and quake around her plunging fingers as your climax rapidly approached. Bada knew you were right on the cusp, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

"That's it, baby..." She encourages against the crook of your neck.. Her thumb pressed down hard on your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight, rapid circles. At the same time, Bada curled her fingers sharply inside you, pressing against that sensitive spot deep within your core that made your toes curl in your shoes.

After a while, you grew tense. Your hand gripping tightly on her arm, as you convulse against her. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your inner walls clamping down on her fingers like a vice as you shuddered and jerked in her embrace.

"Good girl, baby.. Good girl.." She praised as she slowly thrust her fingers, prolonging your orgasm. She gentled her touch, her fingers slowing their fervent thrusts to long, languid strokes as she helped you ride out the aftershocks. Bada's other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against her as she held you close, supporting you through the intensity of your release.

As you slowly relaxes, she slowly pulled out. Her other hand gripped your jaw as she made you watch her lick her fingers clean.. "Mmn.. Delicious as always.." She hummed.. The erotic sight of her tasting your climax sent another shudder through your oversensitive body.

After that she gave you your regular clothes and told you to change quickly.. And mentioning that she'll do more once you both go back to her manor, made your pussy clenched at nothing again..

Once you're done changing, you exited the fitting room, holding the dress that you tried earlier.. "We should buy this... It's embarrassing that I wore this while we did that..." You quietly said, feeling embarrassed at the memory..

She chuckled and patted your head.. "Of course... I'll buy it for you. In fact, I could buy this whole store for you.." She teased, ignoring the part where you mentioned that she finger fucked you while you're wearing that dress..

You followed her to the counter as you watch her gave her card on the cashier to pay. Your eyes was just focused on her hands... Your thoughts were all jammed..

"What are you thinking?" You're snapped out of your thoughts when you notice her already finished paying for the dress and now just looking down at you..

"N.. Nothing.." You stammered and she chuckled..

"Don't worry, baby.. If you want more.. We can do it in the car or in my bedroom" she whispered against your ear.

Your cheeks heated up and just shook your head.. "L.. Let's just go.."

A laugh escape from her lips as she guided you of the store and lead you to the parking lot. Her movements were a bit quick and deliberate, as if impatiently wanting to fuck you..

"You're ready for another round, right?"

[luvleyk]

Cravings for today; wanna get baby-ed by a woman

[luvleyk]

Omg that is so interesting...

I had seen some of her work before...but I never became interested enough to search for her. But then one day i saw a reel and decided to search her.

I was liked damnnnnnnn. Since then I've been in love.

Btw where are you from ??

Right 🤧🤧?? I never really expect to be a fan of her.. Her charisma and everything is just... Top notch.. 🙇‍♀️

I'm from Philippines, btw😌😌

[luvleyk]

Hii how are you? I just wanted to get to know you... Like what's your age and how did you discover bada lee and well other things....

I'm new here btw and i loveeeee your content

Hiii~ I'm doing good.. How about youu??

Also, to let everyone know... I'm turning 20 in a few months😌

And how I discovered Bada.. Well during the Rover era of Kai. I was so curious who made the choreo since it became trending during 2023. Her vid of her battle with Redy, flooded my fb feed before but I didn't seemed to notice it not until my friend recommend me to watch swf2(I'm not that updated on things since I wasn't the type who's active on the internet..).. That's how I discovered her..😌😌

Also hiii welcome and I'm glad you're loving my content🤧🙆‍♀️

[luvleyk]

I'M NOT FINE.. SOMEBODY SHOULD TAKE MY PHONE AWAY

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i (am projecting) think bada would be great at dirty talk. i think she'd be all for praise and not too much degradation. something like:

bada's hands grip the fat of your hips as she glides you up and down the length of her cock,

"mm-hm. that's it baby," her voice is low and smooth, "you're doing so good for me."

but then sometimes she does a little degradation sandwhich:

bada's fingers lace between yours as she pushes you further into the mattress. your hips and back ache at the arch she's got you in but its all worth it with the way she whispers into your ear.

"such a pretty little slut for me." she presses a kiss to the shell of your ear, "isnt that right?"

and she just loves to make you repeat after her,

"say it for me," her pace speeds up, "tell me what you are pretty girl."

but there are times where you piss her off. where she can't help but tell you exactly how she feels about it. its times like these where she takes you whenever, however she wants. and her word game is insane. sounds like:

"stupid fucking girl," her grip tightens around your throat, "why do you insist on testing my patience? i'm so- stop fucking moving- so good to you."

her hand shifts so that she's cupping your chin, using her thumb to pry your jaw open. she opens her mouth and spits in yours.

"i shouldve bent you over that fucking table the minute you started acting up. you wanna be fucked like a whore? huh?"

and when you nod, a vicious cackle leaves her move,

"all you had to do was ask, baby."

[luvleyk]

This picture is giving me a lot of thoughts... Thoughts that should be kept in a cage..

slow and passionate. next question

[luvleyk]

In the shadows spotlight

▪︎warning : dirty talking , no protection g!p....etc mdni

▪︎genre : smut

▪︎p.s : huge thanks to @mysealover suggesting this idea ilyyyy <33

The crisp autumn breeze carried the faint scent of fallen leaves through the air as You adjusted your scarf and stepped out of the dorm building. It had been a month since you moved to the new town and started at the university. Despite the bustling campus and vibrant energy of your peers, you still preferred to keep your world small. You found comfort in your books, your studies, and the rare quiet moments you spent alone.

Your roommate, Tatter, was the complete opposite. Outgoing and effortlessly charismatic, Tatter seemed to know everyone on campus. And yet, she’d been kind and patient with You, never pushing too hard, but always encouraging you  to step out of your shell just a little.

“You’ll love it, I promise,” Tatter had said the day before, twirling around their dorm room with excitement. “The party’s going to be epic, and my friend Bada is performing. She’s amazing, Y/n. You have to come!”

Yon had reluctantly agreed, though the idea of a crowded party made your stomach churn.

The night of the event, You lingered at the edge of the gymnasium-turned-venue, nervously clutching a cup of punch. The lights were low, music thumped through the speakers, and the chatter of students filled the air. You kept close to Tatter, who introduced her to a few friends before disappearing into the crowd.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back!” Tatter called over her shoulder.

You sighed, retreating to the farthest corner of the room where you could quietly observe. Your eyes wandered to the stage as the spotlight flickered on, revealing a group of dancers. The crowd roared in approval as the music began.

And then you saw her.

Bada.

Tatter hadn’t exaggerated. Bada was magnetic. Her tall frame moved with a confidence and precision that made it impossible to look away. She danced with a fluidity that seemed effortless, her sharp movements contrasting with moments of subtle grace. The crowd seemed to fade away as you found herself captivated by Bada’s presence.

When the performance ended, the applause was deafening. You clapped politely, your heart pounding for reasons you didn't dn’t fully understand.

Tatter came back with drinks and saw your twinkling shocked eyes and she slightly smirked Told you she was good.”

"Yeah,” You said softly, still captivated.

The rest of the night passed in a blur. You found herself enjoying the company of Tatter’s friends, their energy infectious. You even managed to laugh a few times, the tension in your shoulders easing.

It wasn’t until much later that you saw Bada again. You were standing near the refreshment table, chatting with someone. Tatter noticed you staring and nudged you with a grin.

“Go say hi,” she teased.

“What? No. I—” You shook her head quickly.

But it was too late. Tatter was already calling Bada over, her voice carrying above the noise. Bada turned, her eyes landing on You. A smile spread across her face as she walked over, her stride confident and smooth.

“Hey,” Bada said, her voice low and warm. “You’re Tatter’s roommate, right?”

You nodded, her cheeks heating. “Yeah. Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” Bada said, her smile widening. “Enjoying the party?”

“It’s… nice,” Yousaid, feeling awkward under Bada’s gaze.

Bada chuckled, her laugh rich and easy. “Glad to hear it. I saw you watching the performance. What did you think?”

“It was incredible,” You admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “You’re really talented.”

“Thanks,” Bada said, her expression softening. “Maybe I’ll see you around more?”

You glanced at Tatter, who was pretending not to eavesdrop but failing miserably. You looked back at Bada and gave a small smile.

“Maybe.”

And with that, the spark was lit

The weeks passed in a haze of classes, assignments, and quiet evenings in the dorm. But ever since the night of the party, You found your thoughts frequently drifting to Bada—the way she moved with such ease, the casual charm in her smile, and the way her eyes seemed to linger on Y/N just a fraction longer than they needed to.

It didn’t help that Bada had made herself a near-constant presence in her life. At first, it was subtle: accompanying Tatter to the dorm under the guise of “hanging out,” or randomly bumping into you at the library. But as time went on, Bada’s intentions became harder to ignore.

One rainy afternoon, You were sitting in the campus library, hunched over your notes. You were  trying to focus on an upcoming exam, but your concentration was broken when a familiar voice called out.

“There’s my favorite bookworm.”

You glanced up to see Bada striding toward her, a cocky grin on her face and her hands tucked into the pockets of her leather jacket. Her hair was damp from the rain, and a few stray droplets clung to her jawline. She looked effortlessly handsome, as always.

“You know,” Bada continued as she slid into the seat across from You, “you’re always so serious. It’s almost intimidating.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the comment but laughs it off “ well I’m just studying.”

“Clearly,” Bada said, leaning forward and resting her chin on her hand. Her gaze was warm but playful, her boyish charm on full display. “But don’t you ever take a break? I mean, life’s happening all around you, and you’re stuck in a book. Where’s the fun in that?”

You frowned slightly, unsure how to respond. But before she could, Bada smirked and added, “Unless, of course, you’re just pretending to study so I’ll come talk to you. In that case, I’m flattered.”

Your cheeks turned pink, and you looked down at her notes. “I’m not pretending,” you mumbled

“Relax, I’m just messing with you,” Bada said, laughing softly. “But seriously, you should try something new  to have some fun every once in a while to and id like to Show you what you’re missing.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you  glanced up to see Bada watching you with that same teasing grin. “I—I don’t think that’s a good idea,” already feeling your face heat up. “I—I don’t, usually. Just trying something new.”

"Why not?” Bada asked, leaning closer. “You scared you might have fun?”

Bada saw how flushed you were from what she said so she laughed again saying

“Well, if you ever need a personal trainer, on that matter ” Bada said, her voice dropping slightly, “I’m available. But fair warning—I’m a very hands-on coach.”

Your eyes widened, and you were nearly tripped over your own feet. Bada laughed, catching your arm to steady her.

Bada’s boldness was a constant source of flustered frustration for You. Whether it was a casual comment that left you blushing or a lingering glance that made your pulse race, Bada seemed to delight in getting under your skin.

The turning point came one chilly evening when they found themselves alone in the dance studio. Tatter had begged you to come watch one of Bada’s rehearsals, but she’d ducked out early, leaving You and Bada behind.

Bada was pacing the room, her hair tied back and her usual confidence dimmed by frustration. “I can’t get this move right,” she muttered.

“Maybe you just need a break,” You suggested hesitantly.

Bada paused, then turned to face her. “You sound like me,” she said with a faint smile.

You smiled back, and for a moment, the room felt still. Then

You began talking.

“remember when you said you'd teach how to have some fun ,” she said softly , Bada looked her slightly smirking ”yeah what about it?" Your  heart raced as Bada closed the distance between them. “ are you still up for it?"

“Well,” Bada said, shifting closer, “maybe I am”

The room was charged with an almost unbearable tension, the air between them crackling as if it were alive. Bada’s dark eyes locked onto Yours, searching for permission—something unspoken but undeniable. Slowly, she stepped closer, her tall frame towering but gentle, giving you  just enough time to pull away if she wanted.

But you didn't .

Bada’s hand came up to cup Your cheek, her thumb brushing lightly against your skin, igniting a shiver down your spine. Her other hand slid around Your waist, pulling you in until your bodies were flush.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been holding back,” Bada murmured, her breath warm against Your lips. Her voice was low, rough, and full of restrained desire.

Before You could respond, Bada closed the distance, her lips capturing your in a kiss that was anything but soft. It was fiery, urgent, like a dam breaking after being held back for far too long.

Bada’s lips moved against hers with a confidence that made Your knees weak, your hands instinctively clutching at Bada’s jacket for support. The kiss deepened, Bada tilting her head to claim You fully, her fingers threading through your hair as she pulled you impossibly closer.

The heat between them was overwhelming, each press of their lips sending waves of electricity through Your body. Bada’s lips were soft but commanding, coaxing you into surrendering completely. She kissed like she danced—with passion, precision, and an intensity that left no room for doubt.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. Bada’s lips curled into a wicked smirk, her voice husky as she whispered, “If you think that was good, just wait until I stop holding back.”

Yours cheeks burned, but your heart pounded with exhilaration. There was no going back now, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to.

Bada continued kissing you so fiercely making you moan a bit "god I could get addicted to those sounds" she said while kissing you "b-bada I love you"

Pulling ever-so-slightly on your glossy lower lip with his teeth, "Say it again, sweetheart."

" I love-"

And again. And again and again and- each and every time Bada's kissing away your little words, a large hand coming up around your throat to thumb apart your lips further. "Open"

she hisses against your mouth .

It's as if on autopilot when you do, bruised lips sagging open. Leaving the perfect lil' opening for Bada to spit onto your lolling tongue, once. Twice. Thrice. Until your bleary eyes are snapping open, whining against Bada's iron-hold fist when you pathetically try to pull away in embarrassment.

Because shit, let it be known that Bada Lee  has perfect aim except for when it comes to you. Letting the steady strip of spit splatter against the side of  your mouth, gliding her thumb to smear it all over your lips. "How cute I bet you'd sound cuter moaning my name while I'm stuffed inside you Bada says , eyes hooded. she gives your pouty lips a peck Bada laughs  humorless at the way your jaw drops open in disbelief. Humming into your throat

" I may not be your girlfriend." she leaves little bite marks down your racing pulse, your collarbone, your tits spilling out of your sinful dress. Eyes just devouring you through her long lashes, "But that doesn't make you any less mine." Sitting back on the mattress, all it takes her is a simple tug on your hips to seat you so prettily on her lap.

Your legs trembling around her thick thighs, gasping at the feeling of something so rock-hard right under your clothed pussy.

"Since you like riding thighs so much, sweetheart-" Bunching your dress up at your hips, gripping your waist tight. "-let's see how you like mine."

"What oh ngh- fuck-" you're gasping when she just starts dragging your sloppy hips down her thigh. Long, harsh movements that don't even ease you into it. "Shit." Bada  groans at the feeling of your cunt drooling, seeping into her skin already. She's angling her head to spy on the heavenly view - hooking a finger around your drenched panties. "This damn thing is-" she  Pulled it and teared it. "is in the way"

You're gasping when Bada pulls back to look at you with a content grin, dangling the flimsy fabric around her finger like a badge of honor. "You're-ngh-buying me a new one."

"Oh, anything for you." she's grazing her teeth along your earlobe, fingers finding their way back on your hips to grind them on her thigh, back and forth. Up and down up and down up and- "Or is that what you wanted me to say?"

And shit Bada is so mean with the way she gives your ass a sharp smack! Pulling your whiny face closer, grinning sternly against your lips .

she keeps  bouncing her knees up and down to get you to slide your cunt down her long thighs faster. Puffy folds  spreading so shamefully open - so shamefuly good.  Just goading on your poor self to huff and puff in a way that made her cock twitch wildly.  You're stubbornly keeping your lips sealed shut to keep yourself from crying out - and oh, Bada didn't like that. Almost as much as she didn't like seeing you giving those beautiful heart-eyes at some other bastard. "Oh? Playing shy now?"

Smack!

she Bounced her knee faster. The pads of her long fingers sting into your skin, sure to leave bruises for her to admire later - and for some people to take note of. Pulling - drawing your cunt to hump her like a bitch in heat. "Tha's alright, pretty. I get it."

And bada - mean, mean bada - waits until your features often in relief, almost letting out a sigh - before dipping a hand down to brush a thumb at your pretty clit. Hard . " oh- fuck fuck fuck-" you mewl, nails digging into bada's shoulders when she starts to draw frenzied, methodical little circles on your throbbing clit. "S'too- good- oh my god-"

" works jus' fine, sweetheart." But oh for how confident bada was talking you into insanity, she can't help but gape in wonder down below her awe-struck with how sloppy you were. she could see you sweet sweet juices trailing down her palm, that glossy sheen on her thigh.

"You're so dripping wet, pretty. Who're you this wet for? me or-" bada's free hand comes up to squish your cheeks together into an embarrassing pout " ur exes?"  Fuck, bada can't even be mad at the way she feels your cunt clench in surprise - because the feeling is so heavenly. Her pretty girl, getting off on just her thigh. Hips stuttering as you move faster - sloppier.

So, so filthily all the way from around her knee just till where you could feel the curve of her massive erection. she doesn't even have to move your hips for you anymore - you're moving as if on instinct at this point. And it makes her smirk, "Heh, such a slutty lil' thing aren't ya? Gettin' off on my thigh?" Feeling you push your hips down hard - so hard. Pelvis desperately trying to hit all your sweet spots, "N' who's thigh are you riding right now?"

It's all you can do to manage out a whimpering "Y-you."

But, of course, that wasn't enough. And bada's only quirking her fingers just enough on your clit to make you cry out loud. "Yeah tha's more like it. Louder now - who's thigh are you riding right now?"

"You-"

"N' who got you this fucking wet?" You cry out when bada angles her leg up ever-so-slightly to watch gravity slide you faster down her thigh. Clit catching so fucking obscenely along the fabric of her pants. Ruthless.

"F-fuck you, bada!"

"Mhmmm, thought so" Her hot tongue darts out to catch those big, fat tears rolling down your cheeks at the unforgiving stimulation. Muscled thighs

burning lightly now - faster - fingers so erratic. Only getting even more so. "Cuz you're mine aren't ya?" You cum so hard - violent, even -that you don't realize when you are. Just

that you're letting out a broken sob of bada's name while she toys sor elentlessly with your clit through your high.

Flashes of white in your vision, your heartbeat in your ears. So good that you're almost tearing apart her button-up to shreds, hips jerky and sensitive as you your sloppy cunt gushes all over Satoru's thigh. And, fuck, you'ven ever felt so much like such a slutthan when you look down to catch the

glossy coating all over it. One that bada swipes thumb at  poling the syrupy slick on her fingerpad before bringing up to her pretty pink lips and-pop!

"Mmm." She groans, muffled. "Fuck, you're so Sweet - could taste you forever." Eyes rolling to the back of her head at your addictive taste,  "f-fuck you, bada!"

you don't know what you're reeling more from - the way that badat hrows you around so easily, pushing you back until you're splayed out against the floor shaky legs on her shoulders, arms around her neck. Or from the realization that shit, you'd been too busy losing your absolute sanity to answer her question. "l'm yours, bad-"

"Now now, don't try that with me, sweetheart" Bada cuts off your flurry of apologies, kissing softly at the ankle beside her neck while she pulls off your dress and bra. You didn't need those, anyway. "Guess I just have to prove it to ya, right?

And fuck was she well and fully intent on proving it to you. Because the words are barely out of her mouth before she's peeling down her drenched pants - and those unnecessary boxers right along with it, too. bada hisses when her painfully hard erection smacks against those toned abs, smearing precum in a small, filthy little pool. So so angry with the need to be inside your tight pussy - to prove to you from the inside out that you were hers.

"Ya like what you see?" she notices your fixed stare at her cock. Greedily following the precum beading at her  fat, red head, making its way between bada's prominent veins. To those tufts of white way down, down, down- "Hey there."You're startled out of your little reverie by two wet fingers beings napped in your face, "As flattered as I am, this is actually my favorite part" and fuck you could see why it was.

because it felt so sinful to watch with batth at the way bada fists her swollen cock, gliding her  weeping tip between your swollen folds. Letting your pretty pussy slobber all over her . Up and down. Again. And again. Teasing." P-please, bada-" you whine around the fifth time she's "accidentally nudging

at your poor clit. Hips bucking up in need for more more more-"Enough teasing, jus' wan' you ngh- inside me."

To bada , no sweeter words have been spoken. But she still manages to curl her lips into a leering smirk at your fucked-out, needy self.

"Funny. Coming from someone who shit- pretty, you're pussy's trynna suck me up" she presses her thick tip down on your clit, on purpose.

"Would've fucked you ngh- real nicely, tonight, y'know? What a shame" you can only watch when she draws her hips back, lining up right with your sloppy hole.

" what a shame m'gonna ah- fuck you like the slut you are right now."

It's all that's said before she's pushing in - to your snug cunt, to your fucking lungs it felt like.

"Oh- oh fuck, bada you-"  back arching off the floor at the the  girth thag was rubbing up against your gummy walls and stretching them out so good. All the way until all you could feelwas the rapid thump! thump! Thump! of her throbbing cock pushing between your legs. " God, s'too big-"

"No no no, you don't get to say that." bada spits into your open mouth,

hips jutting forward like some animal in short, shallow grinds to bully herself deeper. " You don't get to fuck- ngh- act all coy when you brought this upon yurself" Her words come out faster - more slurred. Falling out faster and

faster as her hips do, "Not when you decided t-to act like a lil' slut hah- n'.

guess what?"

Whether it was a rhetorical question or not - you weren't sure. All you know is that you're mewling up tearily at such a feral bada, "W-what?" To which she only smiles against your lips, hips suddenly going still. "N' that means m'gonna fuck you like one."

Before you can even react, she's pushing in all in one go. Fuck, it never got easier even after so long.

"Oh- fuck l can't take it- all-"you cry helplessly as she keeps pushing past that first ring of resistance. The curve of her cock massaging all those hidden sweet spots inside while she keeps splitting you apart deeper and deeper - not

daring to even slow down. Not until badas well satisfied with the kiss of your bruised cervix against her thick head ,heavy balls smacking against your marked-up ass.

"See? Knew you could take it,"

And then she's moving - not with the slow, persistent determination from before, no. bada was so animalistic, bouncing you unapologetically on the floor.

Hands keeping your hips still to let her ram hef entire cock inside your tight pussy. Over and over . bada  runs a hand through her  hair to see you better, to drink in the sight of your puffy folds bulging around her cock. Struggling to take in each mean thrust.

"Because this seems ngh- reeeeal convincing that you are."

You scrunch your brows in a pathetic plea, "I-am yours, bada-

The both of you were getting so sloppy now. No care or concern for the party still raging on outside, not when your gummy walls were sucking up bada's aching cock like that.

"No one ngh- can fuck you like this." bada sucks on your lower lip. Ragged, ike it pained her to keep talking, but she couldn't stop anyway.

"No one." You Milking her harder and harder like she was high off your sweet moans. More desperate - depraved. "Cuz m'yours," and she repeats that - into your lips, into your forehead, down your neck - over and over while you cum so fucking hard all on her swollen cock. Plushy walls

squeezing so tight that it was almost difficult to fuck you through your high.

Ripping out strangled, raspy groans with each clench of your slutty cunt, "N' you're mine." You think your vision gets hazy through your climax, and the only thing you can hear are those obscene squelches and bada's voice. Like

a mantra, "You're mine- you're mine you're mine you're mine- fuck you're mine." Not straying too far behind, bada cums and she thinks she sees the pearly gates of heaven - with you, such an angel.

So sweetly whining into her ear when she's painting your walls white, pumping rope after rope of thick, hot cum into your awaiting pussy. Blinking back her vision only to eye the way it overspills, dribbling down your slit with each harsh ram of her hips.

"Wan' go again-" bada groans. Only fucking her seed deeper and deeper and oh- she didn't want to stop. Didn't think she could stop with the way you were bringing out each and every single last drop like it was delicious. "F-fuck I

needa go again.

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gf texts with bada lee

(final)

cw: suggestive as always man idk. bada in a skort. fiance bada if u squint. lowkey bada proposes but also not.

a/n: i think these texts were the things that really got me pretty popular in bada nation so this is kind of nostalgic for me 🙂‍↕️. with that being said, this is the final installment i'll do. these are the ones that never quite made it to tumblr so! enjoy!

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another a/n: thank you @ayimkys ! i loved the enthusiasm 😭