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viennakarma · 8 months

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Soft launch

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Summary: After dating on the low for three years, you and Lewis decide to soft launch your relationship public for the first time

Word count: 4.1k

Tags: Smut, female reader, +18, sex (p in v), unprotected sex, established relationship, soft dom!Lewis, little breath play (choking), spanking, face slap (softly), a bit of dirty talking, quickie in the car, public (semi public), not beta read

Note: hi there, this one was sitting in my drafts for a while. but it’s been a few years since I last posted anything here (so please bear any mistake)

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You take a quick spin in the mirror, checking out your outfit from every possible angle. The outfit isn't too extravagant, just a denim skirt for the hot weather, comfortable heeled boots, and the most important piece, one of Lewis' favorite shirts, the Ayrton Senna T-shirt. For accessories, just a combination of thin rings and a leather choker.

“Are you sure you want to announce it today?” Lewis asks, coming out of the bathroom with his Mercedes cap in hand. You rub your hands on the thigh of your denim skirt to wipe away the sweat forming in your palms.

You were dating for 3 years, but in secret and in the most discreet way possible. You two don't hang out publicly, you don't post pictures. At least not visible photos. Lewis often posts mysterious pictures with you, like a closeup of a hug, your holding hands, birthday or anniversary presents, etc. The world knows Lewis has a girlfriend, they just don't know who the lucky lady is. Yet. Aside from your families and a few close friends, nobody knows.

Although it's not your first time watching his races, it's the first time you'll be seen together, probably photographed, filmed and commented on. You had a long talk with Lewis' PR team, they had helped you hide the relationship, and now they are helping you to bring it out into the open. “Soft Launch” was what they called it, you would arrive with Lewis, you would be seen in the VIP area of the paddock accompanying his father and you would be seen wearing Lewis' favorite outfit, and after that, people and media would put 1+1 together to assume who you are in his life. So, it's a lot of pressure, especially for the anonymous girlfriend of one of Formula 1's biggest stars.

“It's about time,” You say with a smile.

Lewis walks over, stopping right behind you at the mirror, his palm on your waist to check your complete outfit. He smiles, kissing your shoulder and cheek.

“I like it when you wear my clothes,” he murmurs, stepping out from behind you and positioning himself in front of you. “Perfect” he adds as he takes your hand, making you spin around.

“Ready?” you finally grab your purse and your work bag, checking to confirm you have everything you need.

“Let's go” Lewis takes your hand as you leave the hotel room.

“I've asked them to isolate a private little room in the VIP just for you but my driver’s room is also available at all times, in case you feel suffocated with all the people in the common areas,” Lewis says as you head to the elevator.

Once inside, you stare at yourself in the mirror again. Lewis presses the ground floor button and turns to you. He must see something in your face because his smile fades a little and he says,

“It doesn't have to be today if you're not comfortable yet.”

You know this is just him being overly concerned about you, ever since the time you two were spotted at a party and you had an anxiety attack. Fortunately, at the time, the amateur photos they took of the two of you were over zoomed and lacking in resolution, so they couldn't figure out your identity.

You give a smile that you hope is confident, and wrap your index finger around Lewis' waistband, the way you know he likes it, and pull him down to press his body into yours. He smiles surprised at the movement, and you peck his lips, not moving too far away from him.

“It's time they know you are mine,” you whisper, and Lewis chuckles in surprise, he absolutely loves whenever you get a little possessive, it turns him on. His hand comes up to your jaw and he kisses you harder, and you part your lips to take him deeper, letting out a soft moan when you feel his tongue on yours, and the way his body presses you to the wall of the elevator.

When you hear the elevator ding, you give Lewis a light push to put distance between the two of you, just in time for the door of the elevator to open.

“Well, well, what do we have here…” you look up and find George, Lewis' teammate. George opens his arms and hugs you, and then you hug Carmen, his girlfriend, just as he adds, “Ready to reveal the big secret?”

“As ready as I can be,” you reply with a smile. George is one of the few people on Lewis’ team who knows about you, and he - as well as the others, - had kept the secret from the rest of the world. His girlfriend and you met at Lewis' private birthday party the year before.

“We can keep each other company in the paddock so you won't be too nervous,” Carmen suggested, beside you.

“Thanks, Carmen. You’re an angel” you thank her.

When you get in the van and the driver starts to drive towards the track, Lewis pulls your hand into his lap, holding it tight between both of his, and you realize that he's probably more nervous than you are about this whole situation. And you know it's more out of concern for you than anything else.

“Hey, relax,” You approach him tenderly, “We're ready for this, aren't we?” you say with a gentle kiss on his shoulder.

“Yes, we are. Sorry, I just worry about you” He says with a shy little smile and you put your hand on his chest, over his heart.

“I know. But I promise I'll be fine” you assure you one more time, and a weight seems to visibly lift off his shoulders as he sighs in relief.

You lean further over him and slide your hand down his chest to his waist, adding “Do you want a little kiss to help you relax?”

You cup his chin and kiss his lips softly. Lewis' hands slide down your sides until he pulls you hard onto his lap. You gasp against his lips at the sudden movement, and he takes advantage of your parted mouth to deepen the kiss with his tongue. You grip the back of the seat behind his head to feel some modicum of control over the situation. He puts both hands on your ass and pushes you against his lap, and you start to feel his body react to yours.

“Baby…” He whispers in the middle of the kiss and reason returns to you. Breaking the kiss, you pull away from his face just enough for him to look you in the eyes with hazy, lust-filled eyes.

“Lewis-” you call with a serious voice and he finally stops, panting but with his eyes focused entirely on you now. “We can’t. You can’t arrive at the GP with a hard-on.”

“By the time we get there, I won't have this hard-on anymore” He presses the button that makes the partition between the back seats and the driver seat go up. Your eyes widen because you didn't know a van had this kind of thing, you thought it was limited to limousines.

“Toto will kill us, Lewis!” you say, but your resolve dissolves when he traces your panties from your ass all the way down, feeling the wet fabric on your pussy, “You know he smells trouble from two miles away!”

“If you're still talking about another man, then I'm probably doing my job poorly” he murmurs, kissing your chin, he traces your panties with the knuckle of his finger, pressing gently on your clit, and you feel yourself melt in his arms, with the feeling of the fabric rubbing your most sensitive part, “Relax, no one will know.”

“How much time do we have before we arrive?” you ask, and you feel Lewis' fingers fiddling with the front button of your skirt as his lips greedily seek your neck, “Lewis-” you grab his wrists holding back a laugh “How much time?”

“I don't know, forty minutes or so.” He says, and you mumble an agreement. Finally, you sigh in relief knowing you still have enough time to give in to lust.

He puts both hands on your thigh, fingers climbing under the denim of the skirt and squeezing your ass hard, the direct contact forcing a moan out of you. Lewis chuckles at your reaction and you feel like slapping him to remove the smug smirk from his face, but instead you just grab the back of his neck and pull his face until our lips clash again. Lewis threads his fingers through your hair at the back of your neck, but you break the kiss, gripping his wrists moving his hands away from you again, stopping him from messing your hair.

“No way you're going to make me arrive at the GP all disheveled!” you struggle and he laughs again, as you try to keep a straight face but it's impossible with him looking at you like you’re a goddess on earth. “It's my first appearance!”

“You've been to a number of grands prix before, and we've done this several times before.”

“In the hotel room! Never in the car on the way there. And nobody knew that I was your girlfriend.”

“Why do you think I suggested you wear a skirt? I won't ruin your outfit, I promise” He guarantees, this time with a serious look to reassure you.

“Then fine. Alright” you say, with a roll of your hips into his pelvis to show how much you want him and he bites back a groan, “But how are we making sure the guy over there won’t say a word?” you whisper, pointing in the driver's direction.

“He'll get a pretty generous tip, okay?” Lewis reassures you once more and his hand travels up your torso to your neck. He faintly squeezes, which makes you shiver. “If you prefer, I can cover your mouth.”

“You know what?” you hold his wrist up to lift his hand and nip at his index finger, pulling away to say, “You make a pretty convincing boyfriend.”

“Do I?” He mumbles going back to unzipping the rest of your skirt, just enough to loosen the fabric so he could ride it up around your waist.

You bend down to nibble on his neck as he just holds your hip. You undo the buttons on his shirt, gaining access to his chest and kissing your way down. You only open the top four buttons of his shirt so you don't mess up his clothes. Finally, your hands reach into the waistband of his pants, hurriedly undoing his fly and he lifts his hips only to pull his pants down to his knees.

“Slow down, love” he says, grabbing your hand before you can pull his cock out of his boxers. You sigh as he pulls you fully onto his lap, pressing your torso flush against his. His finger traces your cheek affectionately, until he reaches down and squeezes your breast through your shirt.

You move closer to him and bite his bottom lip, wiggling around in his lap now that there's less clothes separating the two of you, just his underwear and your panties. You yelp in place when he smacks your ass, and the sting of the slap makes you hiss, but you barely have time to recover when he smacks your buttock again, now the other side.

You spread your legs wide and just move your panties to the side, because if you were to take them off, you'd have to get off his lap, and with the way he's squeezing your ass, it's going to be impossible. Trembling, you stroke your own pussy for some relief, but Lewis grabs your wrist before you can really get going. You stare at him, not really understanding the interruption.

“Not when I’m right here,” is all he says before lifting your hand and sucking on your middle finger, the one you used to touch yourself. Then he guides your hand to press his throbbing cock under his underwear.

You sigh in pleasure as he strokes your pussy himself, gently, spreading your indecent wetness up and down, pressing your entrance until your hips shake at the intrusion, but never going fully in, just teasing your entrance.

“Enough, Lewis!” you complain, trying to move your hips into his fingers “We don't have time for your teasing.”

“Just tell me what you want, pretty baby,” he says, smirking and very well aware of his power over you.

You push his hand away and pull down his boxers, freeing his cock from the confines of the fabric, you meet his eyes as you move your hand, pumping up and down. He moans softly, gripping your waist.

“Hold me, love.” you ask as you stand up still on your knees straddling him and his hands move down steadily to your hips, offering balance as you position his cock at your entrance and slowly lower until he is fully inside you. “Lewis, oh my God-”

You stand still, gripping Lewis' shoulders as you both pant and you wait for your body to accommodate him. You test the movement, rolling in a circle with your hips and you both shudder in place, your body so receptive to his that it feels like the perfect fit. You reach back with both hands and brace them on Lewis' knees, which gives you enough leverage for you to move your hips without falling. The movement sends an electric current of pleasure through your entire body, and you begin to move your hips up and down with his help. Lewis squeezes your breasts one more time through your clothes and you know he's putting a colossal effort in not taking all your clothes off. Then he takes hold of your choker, pulling it just enough to choke you lightly. Your head falls back with pleasure and you can't keep your voice down.

“Shhh…” Lewis says, now also thrusting his hips up to help you move. You can't turn down the sounds coming out of your mouth and your pussy is throbbing when you feel a light slap from Lewis across your face. He groans when he feels the tightness around his cock and he thrusts once more, feeling the same clenching of your pussy, “behave, my little slut.”

"Lewis, Lewis... I need..." you try to say between moans but you can't so you just grab the hand that was slapping you and put it over your mouth to muffle your sounds. Lewis seizes the opportunity and shoves his middle and ring fingers into your mouth, and you suck on his fingers to keep from making any noise.

You feel the building up at the base of your stomach and you grip the seat behind Lewis again and speed up the movements, both your hips moving in sync and Lewis's cock buried so deep inside you, you know you're close. The slapping sound of his cock meeting your wetness is even more obscene than the moans you’re trying to muffle.

You keep riding and you know that anytime soon, your legs will start to feel tired. But before you can make up your mind on moving to a different position, Lewis takes his hand away from your mouth and uses his spit-wet fingers to press down on your clit.

You reach the climax less than a few seconds after he starts rubbing on your clit. Your hips shake as you come, kissing Lewis like your life depends on it, lest you cause even more lewd sounds inside the van.

Lewis wraps his arms around your waist, and as your body is limp from the orgasm, he himself moves your hips a little more until he reaches his own peak. When he comes, his head falls back onto the headrest and you press your forehead into his shoulder, trying to catch your breath again.

“Lewis, that was… Wow!” you manage to sigh, slowly regaining movement in your legs.

“I know, my love” He kisses you on the forehead and you pull away, getting off of him.

Lewis pulls a tissue from one of the car holders, and helps you clean between your legs, soon pulling your panties back into place, with a smirk knowing that you will need to spend the next few hours with his cum inside of you. It's something he's been quite vocal about, all the times you get laid anywhere you shouldn't.

While you adjust your skirt, and redo the front buttons, Lewis fixes his underwear, then his pants and you help him redo the buttons of the shirt he is wearing. The satisfied smirk never leaves Lewis's face, and you realize you're smiling too, any trace of nervousness hidden in the past.

“Thanks for helping me relax” you say, cupping his chin to place a peck on his lips.

“I love you” he says, putting his arm around you and making you relax against his chest “And we still have fifteen minutes left.” Lewis checks his rolex. You laugh, and open your purse, pulling out your tiny mirror to touch up your lipstick.

You two continue to embrace the rest of the way to the GP, and when you get out of the van at the entrance, Lewis goes to the driver's window and, in a discreet handshake, slides a few hundreds’ bills to the driver who just nods positively. you adjust your skirt, and turn to Lewis.

“How do I look?” you give an excited little smile and Lewis smiles.

“Like you were fucked good by your boyfriend,” he winks, and then giggles as you playfully slap his shoulder.

“Lew, I’m serious!”

He takes a cap from his carry-on bag, and then puts it on your head, one of his white ones, that has the Mercedes logo and his number, 44, on the flap. Then he puts your “all access” badge around your neck.

“Perfect”

You decided not to go inside hand in hand to live up to the soft in “Soft Launch” as your team had planned. But as soon as you approach the entrance, paparazzi flashes start popping in Lewis' direction. You walk beside him, without even touching him, and you immediately start to hear the questions directed at him about who you are, and if you are friends, or dating, but you just ignore it and head to the Mercedes motorhome.

It's completely unlike any other time you've been to a GP where you've been completely ignored, arriving alone and slipping in discreetly through the paying entrance, staying in the stands and silently cheering your boyfriend on.

Lewis only puts his hand on you when you get into the motorhome and go up to the second floor. He takes your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze.

“See? It wasn't even that bad,” Lewis gives you a welcoming smile.

“I don't know how you manage to deal with paparazzi all the time” you almost grunt the words as you enter the admin floor.

As soon as you walk in, Toto is coming out of what looks like his office, and he smiles in our direction. Toto had known you officially for almost a year, and he was aware that today you would make your first official public appearance. He hugs Lewis and offers you a handshake.

“You're officially welcome” Toto greets you and you thank him, “I'm going to need to borrow Lewis in five minutes.”

“He's all yours” you chuckle.

Lewis guides you to one of the armchairs with a table in the administrative sector, where you open your laptop, he shows you around quickly, the direction of the bathrooms, the way to his driver’s room, the cafeteria, the buffet, and assuring you that he will still see you before going down to the pit lane.

You spend the next couple of hours working on your laptop, focused on finishing a project that would free you up for the next three or four days if you could get it done before the deadline.

When Lewis returns, he is already dressed in his second skin, and the fireproof overalls already take up the lower half of his body. you stand up and hug him tight, and then get a good look at his body in the white jumpsuit, and Lewis catches your eye.

“Do you like it?” He bites his bottom lip discreetly, but you just push his shoulder trying hard not to blush.

“You know I do. Are you going down yet to the pit lane?” you ask and Lewis smiles in agreement. You cup his face affectionately, and he immediately becomes serious. “Get in there and be the best. Good luck, my love!”

“Thank you, honey,” he murmurs. You kiss his lips again, and he deepens the kiss for a few seconds before someone from the team calls out to him.

Lewis leaves you with a confident smile and you know he's ready for the race. He always does his best races when he's in a good mood. Before he goes downstairs you call again.

“Lewis!” He looks at you from the stairs "See you when you are up there on the podium.”

The fact that you said it out loud makes some people around you laugh in agreement, but your eyes focus on Lewis and the big smile he gives just for you. Being confident is never a bad thing for Lewis Hamilton, because he knows he’s a badass.

As you're putting away your work stuff, you get a link from Lewis's PR team. When you open it, it's a tweet, with pictures of our arrival, speculating about your identity, talking about you being with Lewis and wearing his favorite shirt. It looks like “Soft Launch” has been successfully achieved.

You go up to the VIP way calmer now that the whole thing of your relationship is out in the world, and there you find Anthony, Lewis' father, who welcomes you with a hug and you immediately feel calmer for having someone familiar around.

You both watch the race with apprehension and nervousness, well, you watch with apprehension and Anthony watches with confidence. Lewis starts in P4, and spends most of the laps oscillating between P3 and P2 with some stability. For a while, Lewis seems determined to stick to P2 to cross the finish line. Everything changes after a minor crash that requires a safety car, then Lewis goes to a pit stop to change tires and the last 12 laps is when Lewis reaches a speed that until then he had not achieved in the entire race. It is with sheer shock that you realize he was sparing his car all throughout the opening laps, just keeping pace and creating distance between his position and the previous ones.

The last few laps are the tightest in the race for P1, and in a particularly difficult corner, Lewis forces a gap and moves forward, taking the lead. With trembling fingers, you grip the base of the rail stiffly as Lewis passes you for the first time being P1. The difference between it and the P2 is minuscule, just milliseconds.

During the last lap, at least three times, P2 almost manages to take the lead from Lewis, but he stays firm and holds the position unyielding until he crosses the finish line. You only breathe again when you see the checkered flag in the air.

Anthony and you celebrate with jumps and hugs, and a few minutes later you are guided to watch the podium. You can't take your eyes off Lewis, how he's smiling, beaming really, and how he celebrates with champagne and all that goes with it.

When he leaves the podium, his dad walks over to hug him and you hang back, watching the two of them. Lewis finally faces you, smiling as he walks towards you. Your eyes widen, gesturing to the dozens of cameras focused on him, but Lewis doesn't seem to mind when he hugs you tight. Standing on tiptoes, you return the tight hug, not caring that he's sweaty and wet from the champagne.

“I said I'd see you on the podium, didn't I?” you whisper to him, he kisses your cheek and hugs you again. “Congratulations for the victory. You were so good it was unreal!”

“I wanted to show off to my girlfriend” he says and pulls away to wink at you.

“Go there and celebrate your moment!” you pull away from him, taking a step back, but he still holds firmly onto your hand “I love you, my champion.”

“I love you too” He says and kisses your hand.

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krissysays · 4 months

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Just Like Jo

Bada x Reader (One Shot)

Cw: angst, slight fluff, a lil slow burn, friends to lovers trope, dirty talk, 18+ men and minors dni, switch!reader, switch!bada, dom!bada, top!bada, jealous Bada, borderline possessive Bada.

Synopsis: They had a lot in common… But the main thing was You.

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Usually her eyes would light up whenever she saw you, she’d jump up and give you a hug, she’d even pull out your chair for you and you’d pull hers out and you’d both smile at each other and sit down, presenting your ideas for choreography.

You two had been working with one another for almost five years now, sharing each other’s creativity and bringing it to life, but it soon developed into a true friendship as you recall the time that you were going through a breakup, crying and clinging onto Bada, her stroking your hair, holding you close, “Shh… It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.”

So… Why were you being pushed away?

What were you talking about? Well… Let’s flash forward to today:

You had a small smile on your face walking into the studio, holding your notebook full of your written down ideas and your own song suggestions, ready to hear music already playing, knowing that the team was probably jamming out to songs again.

As you opened the door, your smile dropped and you paused, watching the scene unfolding before you.

“No, No, No, Stop!” Bada yelled, making all of the girls go still and silent, quickly cutting off the music. “Too fast. Play the next song.” It was a slow and sad song “Hmm… I like this one.” The girls stood there, stone faced, watching as Bada closed her eyes, feeling comforted by the song. Looking finally content before,

“This is the most depressing song I’ve ever heard.”

Her eyes snapped open, looking into the other girl’s frightened pupils, “I like it.” She said lowly.

The other girl quickly stumbled over her words, “I like it too it’s just-“

“It’s just depressing.” Bada finished for her.

The air was tense as you walked in, surprised by the silence in the room,

“What’s going on?”

She glared up at you, a painful glint in her eyes. You didn’t dare to ask what was wrong. She looked at you and chuckled darkly, shaking her head as if you had betrayed her before abruptly standing up and walking out.

You sat down and let out a huff of air, feeling defeated. Bada never acted like this. Even if she didn’t tell you what was wrong, she would have told at least someone. A thick tension loomed in the room as silence filled the air before finally, someone spoke up, “She’s been acting like this ever since you got a girlfriend.”

Confused, you turned to her and asked, “What? I don’t have a girlfriend.”

The other girl looked at you, shocked, “We all thought that you and Jo were dating since you are barely around anymore.”

Starting to get defensive, you stood up, walking slightly closer to them, “I am not dating Jo and I have been around here.”

“I’m not talking about that. When’s the last time you went shopping with us, or had a sleepover, or watched a movie or even just called and talked? You’re always with Jo now.”

You were defeated, having to admit why you hung out with Jo so much was difficult. You looked away, “I’m not dating Jo… but you guys are right. I need to hang out with you again and don’t worry, I’ll try to talk to Bada. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel neglected.”

You received a snort in response, “Neglected!?” the girl started laughing at you as if you had told the world’s funniest joke.

“She’s jealous.”

Now it was your time to laugh before you saw that no one else around you was even giggling, realizing that it wasn’t a sarcastic remark or joke at all… “You’re serious.”

“Bada is jealous.”

You were up and heading towards the door before she could finish her sentence, “Where are you going!?”

“Start warming up, girls,” you said as you felt the wind blowing through your hair as you opened the door,

“I’m going to talk to my best friend.”

I walked to our secret spot, hoping for her to be there. It wasn’t a park or a library, it was an unoccupied bench on the side of this empty, abandoned street corner.

She was looking down, playing with her hands. She was thinking… More like overthinking. I slowly sat down beside her and before she could get up to leave, I softly grabbed one of her hands. She tensed for a bit before closing her fingers around your hand, giving you the chance to lace your fingers together. She laid her head down in your shoulder, finally letting out all of the emotions that she has allowed to build up over these last five years, come out.

You quickly repositioned yourself, hugging her tightly, softly rubbing her back as she sobbed into your shoulder. “It’s okay, it’s okay… Let it all out.”

She eventually pulled away, looking at you with pain in her eyes, “Bada… What’s wrong?”

She looked down and sniffled before saying something that you were surprised to actually hear from her,

“Jo.”

You were sent into a flashback as you heard her name once again…

Jo didn’t talk to anyone much. She was always busy with focusing on school, working, and finding ways to advance her schedule.

Jo was pretty intimidating though. She came from a rough neighborhood that she worked so hard to just survive and get out of. That’s her home, what she loved, but she was focused on college, working hard but very stressed.

She was going insane with trying to find an extra-curricular activity, that when she found the street dancing club, she wanted to join. She knew how to dance but street dancing was a new territory meaning that she had no choice as the principal of the school called me in to help and tutor Jo. I quickly agreed to it and that was that.

…Or so I thought.

Jo was a quick learner and I had been training her to audition with Team Bebe but Bada didn’t seem to like or approve of Jo when they met.

"Look, I know when someone doesn't want me around and that chick? She doesn't want me around." Jo was in distress as she pointed, towards the house that we had just walked out of.

I looked back and sighed, "Just give me a minute to talk to her. Sometimes she's just... Not into talking."

Jo rolled her eyes, already determining the outcome but waited outside as you had asked.

You walked into the house and saw Bada just staring ahead. "What was that?" I asked her.

She tilted her head while looking at me, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Why did you just brush Jo off like that?"

She scoffs and rolls her eyes at this, "Jo, Jo, Jo. She is all you talk about. Yes, we have a lot in common but we have too much in common so if you want to get to know Jo so much, why don't you have a sleepover with her instead?"

You backed up slightly as Bada snapped at you, looking away and blinking back tears. She was never like this. She took a step towards you, "Hey, wait-"

Bada was cut off by the slamming of her door. As she went to open the door, you were off on the back of Jo's motorbike. Bada's heart ached at the view of you on the back of someone else's motorbike, your arms wrapped around her for safety... She looked back at the room where your favourite RomComs laid, uneaten popcorn beside it. She sat down, grabbed a couch pillow and yelled into it. Meanwhile you were on the back of a bike, tears streaming down your face while holding onto Jo.

Ever since that day, you had only shown up for work and then hanging out with Jo. You missed Bada but there were now clear boundaries, as long as you were in contact with Jo, Bada would not be around.

…Until Today

“What about Jo?” I finally ripped off the bandage.

“At first I just thought I missed you. You were with her at all times, she had the same interests as me, and then you mention her being able to dance, and then she can dance and it’s that I’m not jealous because she’s everything I’m not,”

“I’m jealous because she’s almost everything I am and yet she has something that I don’t… And that’s you.”

You just sat there, listening to everything that she was saying, tearing up yourself.

“I pushed you away because I couldn’t have you, which was the dumbest decision of my life… But I never thought that I’d actually lose-“

Your lips are pressed to hers, melting against hers, her lips moving hungrily against yours before she mumbles against your lips, “Let’s go home… Get on the back of the bike.” Biting your bottom lip before pulling away.

She gave you a helmet and practically dragged you onto her bike, “I’ll show you a real bike ride. Hold onto me.” And she did.

Her lips were on yours, tongue wrestling to enter your mouth. She had you moaning into her mouth and she wasn’t planning on stopping any time soon.

Time seemed to run away until it paused when Bada’s tongue was pressed against your wet pussy. She smirked at your whimpers and grabbed you by the hips, moving you up and down against her tongue, your clit rubbing against it, eyes rolling back.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” Bada breathed against your pussy. “Did Jo lick this pussy? Hmm? I bet you didn’t ride her face like you just rode mine, did you?”

“No- We never- Oh fuck!” Before you could answer, she had her lips wrapped around your clit, sucking and biting, taking your pussy almost possessively.

She shoved to of her long fingers into you, curling them up, massaging your g-spot, “Come on… Fucking cum for me.”

And you unraveled underneath her. “It’s okay baby, breathe in and out.”

“Bada?”

She looks down at you confused at your breathless state,

“Ride my face.”

“Baby you just-“

“I don’t care. I’ve wanted you for so long. Please Bada, let me taste you.”

She was nervous but soon her nerves flew away as soon as your tongue slipped easily into her pussy, starting off slow, moving faster. You were going to taste her.

“Fuck! Yes, be my motorbike for me, let me cum all over your pretty face.”

Bada said unspeakable things while riding your face, grasping your hair, pulling your face closer towards her, rougher and harder and faster until she let out a loud moan, arching her back and cumming into your mouth.

You held her hips still until she was stable enough to climb off of your face.

She laid down beside you, looking into your eyes, “So… You two aren’t dating?”

You giggled and rolled your eyes, “Of course we aren’t. “

Bada smirked at you suddenly, “Good, because the marks all over your body say what I’ve wanted to for a long time…

You’re Mine.”

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