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rotten-dogs · 27 days

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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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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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