YESSSS!!!! IM SO FUCKING ***** FOR BADA!!!!

YESSSS!!!! IM SO FUCKING ***** FOR BADA!!!!

Could you do a Bada x fem reader fic based on the song boyfriend by dove Cameron please!!!!! I NEED IT!!!!

you got me on a chokehold with this one. LET'S FUCKING GOOOO

✘ BOYFRIEND ✘

where bada is sick of seeing you cry over your stupid boyfriend, and she knows that she can be a better boyfriend to you. so much better than him.

FYI: nsfw 🔞 — extremely suggestive and very explicit at times. it's giving switch vibes kinda but dom!bada prevail. reader wants it rough. not a complete smut tho. not really proofread cause i'm anxious. howl is our anger target ig😇

DISCLAIMER: this work is purely fiction. the people mentioned in this story are nothing but characters. the following descriptions of the them do not reflect reality.

Bada sighed as her eyes wandered around, seeing her friends squeezed on the small dance floor of the bar, moving to the rhythm of whatever was the music coming out of the speakers. She couldn't pay attention, she was too tired and was about to ask for her bill and leave, when her eyes fell on you. The only one on the table besides you, with no partner to dance.

Her hand closes in a tight fist; so hard that she felt pain from her nails digging into the skin — even though they were very short. It wasn't enough to dispel her anger. She ran her fingers through the long strands of oreo hair, her legs shaking at a fast pace as she looked at you, on the other side of the table, not exactly facing her but two seats aside. You were curled up in the corner, leaning against the wall as if you wanted to merge with it, while your swollen eyes — Bada saw your failed attempt to hide the crying a few minutes ago. I mean, you managed to hide it from everyone, but not from Bada. Never from Bada. — were glued to your phone.

It was not the first, and Bada knows for sure it wouldn't be the last time Howl would do this. She's already fed up with this shit. Right — she's his childhood best friend, they're like brothers, but she's feeling the urge to beat him until he loses consciousness. How can he do that to you? Make you that sad? And how come you haven't broken up with him yet? Bada closed her eyes tightly with this last thought.

It's the same thing, every fucking time. Howl always promised, swore to you that he would go out with you, that you would spend some time together — but he was always late, most times he wouldn't even show up. He would just ghost you, only to appear the next day with a lame excuse 'i'm sorry bae, something came up' 'a friend needed help, you know' 'I lost track of time, practicing until late at night'

And you would always forgive him, with your sad, sunken eyes after spending the whole night awake — crying, all alone in bed, looking for reasons to blame yourself for the way Howl never seemed to want to spend time with you.

This was her last straw — Bada was furious, her blood boiling in her veins. The one thought running though her head right now was that she could be a fucking better boyfriend than him. A thousand million times better, just for you.

Suddenly, her mind was clearer than ever. A wicked smile sat on her lips. The universe must have divined this, she thought. What am I gonna do? Not grab your wrist?

Bada slid through the benches, until she stopped at one right in front of you. You didn't even notice, until you felt her long, cold fingers adorning your wrist in an affectionate grip, making you drop your phone on the table.

You finally raised your eyes to her; your lips shaking with the overwhelming attention she was giving you, looking at you as if you were the only thing alive in that place, and with that damn crooked smile of hers that never failed to make your thighs rub — it was no surprise that it had the same effect now.

You were under so much stress — Howl never gave you enough attention or affection. He's been like that from the beginning, and it always made you upset, of course; but it also caused an exorbitant buildup of horniness in you over time. So much so, that even when he decided to give you some attention on this matter, it was never enough for you. There was always something lacking, and he could barely get you there.

And then, there was Bada. You met her through Howl. They always hung out together, going to the same types of places. Their dynamics were always very fun to watch, like two siblings who were always bickering but, at the end of the day, they were talking to each other as if nothing happened.

You and Howl started dating about seven months ago, and it seems that Bada has been more present than him all this time. You two got very close and, as much as you denied and buried this feeling seven feet deep in your heart, your body knew and wouldn't let you forget. Bada attracts you more than a magnet attracts iron, and certainly much more than Howl. He made a point of blowing, or rather, didn't even light, this flame between you.

Bada's velvety voice took you out of the trance, "It's still your birthday," you struggled to move your gaze from her seductive face to the clock on the wall behind her. 11 p.m. You still had an hour. Your wrist tinged with her — now — warm touch. "You know, If I could give you some advice, I would leave with me tonight."

Something clicked. The was thick, hard to breathe.

The suggestive look in her eyes left you breathless. Was she really...? "I mean, we can still celebrate your birthday somewhere better. Celebrate it for real. My place, maybe?"

You gulped, your thighs rubbing again — more eagerly now as your eyes thoroughly followed the movement of Bada's tongue, that was not-so-innocently licking her full, reddish lips.

Bada let out a low laugh, reading all of your body reactions like a book. A book that has always been and would always be very open to her. You didn't even notice, too focused on trying not to let out a moan out of the blue. That's how bad she got you.

Her thumb rubbed into your skin, reaching the palm of your hand and you almost squirmed in the seat — this touch sent a shock through your nerve endings, descending to your most needy spot, making you pulse down there. You bit your lower lip instantly and Bada felt dizzy at the sight, her hold on your wrist tightened a little more than gently.

"What do you say?" she asked again and you felt yourself blushing when you realized that until now you hadn't been able to babble out any answer to her.

"Y-yes," your voice cracked and you shook your head softly, messing up your hair a little. "I mean, sure. Your place sounds nice."

Bada smiled satisfied, finally releasing your wrist. You missed her touch instantly, and that made you want to climb the walls or scream until you lost your voice or both. You couldn't think straight.

She got up and turned around the table, moving away the empty chairs that were between you and offered her hand to you "Shall we?"

You tried not to look so desperate when your trembling hand almost flew to hold on to hers. Your smile was making your cheeks sore. At this point, if Bada didn't fuck you into oblivion, you would guarantee that she'd be.

You saw Bada sticking her free hand into her pocket and fishing a handful of money, leaving it on the table — it was more than enough to pay the bill for both of you. You thought you could faint from lust right there, just with that vision.

You two left the bar, not even worrying about saying goodbye to your friends on the dance floor. Bada guided you to her huge black car, making a point of opening the door for you.

"Ladies first, baby. I insist" her voice was barely more than a whisper. You can only hear it because her mouth was millimeters from your ear, sending goosebumps all over your body. You bent slightly to get in, her hand never leaving yours while the other began a smooth caress on your back. When you finally settled down, she closed the door carefully, walking away. She went around to get to the driver's side, the car key spinning on her long fingers along the way.

Bada came in calmly, sitting down and putting on her seatbelt. You stirred on your seat, feeling uncomfortably wet. You felt your juice starting to run down your thighs and you were about to stick your nails in your legs but Bada was faster — the big hand and now, after several minutes of physical contact, hot, grabbed your thigh, leaving you motionless with expectation. You looked at her and she was already looking at you, waiting. "Is that okay?" Her soft, raspy voice asked as her hand slowly climbed up your thigh, caressing. You couldn't control the tremors or the chills, you barely could control your voice.

"Yes, please," you managed to whisper. That damn crooked smile framed her lips again and you held your breath. Her fingertips had barely gotten close to your crotch and were already soaked with your arousal. The hoarse laugh she let out almost made you cum. Her pretty eyes never leaving yours.

"Oh, love, I haven't even started with you yet and you're already so fucking wet for me. Soaking wet" she let out a pleased hum as she stretched her fingers, going up a little more, smearing her fingers with your wetness and gently pressing your clit over the panties. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and this time you couldn't swallow the moan. "Look at me, babe." And you looked, eyes wide opening immediately. Bada took her hand off your thigh, taking the soaked fingers to her mouth. You watched, your lips parted in shock with the most erotic vision you've ever witnessed. You whimpered as you saw her lips closing around her thin fingers, sucking and licking as if it were the sweetest candy she has ever tasted. Her eyes almost rolled back, but she didn't stop looking at you for a second. You gulped for the second time this night when you heard the muffled moan that Bada let out — just from getting a taste of you.

She took her fingers out of her mouth after making sure they were all clean and licked her lips, not wanting to leave any drops behind. Before you knew, her hand was on your chin, her thumb lovingly rubbing your lips.

"I'll take good care of you, babe. Don't worry." Suddenly, her skilled hand went down to your neck, applying pressure in the right places and you can't help moaning again — shamelessly rubbing yourself against the seat, trying to find some relief for the overwhelming tension you were feeling in your pussy.

Bada was delighted with the view.

She hurried to start the car, sliding through the streets of Seoul. You were hot all over. Her hand kept caressing your thigh all the way. You were about to combust with the stimulation plus the homoerotic view of Bada driving — her big hand clinging to the steering wheel, rolling with precision, her face furrowed in concentration and agony — you were convinced you could easily cum from that alone, when she finally parked the car in the reserved space.

You both sighed in relief.

The path to the elevator at Bada's condo was a blur. She just grabbed your hand, almost dragging you along the way, but you were quick to catch up with her pace.

Your heart beat wildly when you heard the ding, and the iron doors opened. Bada squeezed your hand gently, guiding you inside. A second later the doors closed with a silent thud, and you were going up.

Contrary to what you imagined in your horny, clouded mind, Bada didn't grab you and started to desperately make out with you. No. She approached slowly, cornering you against the cold elevator wall. You were afraid that she could hear your heart. You swallowed hard when her large hands held your waist tightly, and she subtly lifted her thigh, positioning it between your legs. You spread them, giving her all the room she needed; your skirt also giving Bada easier access as her thigh finally reached your pussy, applying pressure and rubbing so. damn. slowly. You rested your hands on her arms, biting her shoulder as you moaned at the sensation, frantically trying to rub yourself back but her grip on your waist stopped you. “Please,” you tried to say. Bada just hummed.

"Baby, what a mess. You're making my pants all wet. What should I do? I really need to take care of you." you moaned again, this time right at the tip of her ear and you noticed how she quivered. You licked her lobe, wanting to get more and more reactions from her.

How would she sound, moaning to you? You could only imagine the feeling of making a woman like her feel pleasure.

You'd make sure to find out tonight.

The ding sound brought you two back to reality. And just like that, Bada walked away. You felt the absence of her warmth like a bucket of cold water.

Once again, her hand affectionately reached yours. You were surprised to see that it was a direct entrance to the penthouse. You didn't have much time to process this information, though.

Before you knew, Bada pulled you onto her lap. Your legs wrapped around her waist for dear life, your arms hooked around her neck. For the first time, you were looking her in the eye at the same height — and so, so close. She's so painfully beautiful, you thought. She held you against her, smiling. You smiled too, genuinely happy for the first time in who knows how long.

Bada finally leaned in for a kiss. First, your lips were merely brushing. She was testing waters, trying out, and you blindly followed her lead. Her tongue moistened your lips, poking between them, shyly asking for permission — which you happily gave in the same second.

You two moaned when your tongues met, the feeling sending spasms through both of your wombs, and you couldn't help but rub yourself hungrily against her, leaving a wet trail on the white tank top Bada wore.

The kiss was a wet mess of chattering teeth and fierce tongues, exploring every single corner of each other's mouths. Your hands grabbed her hair, pulling to deepen kiss and you felt her moan reverberating inside you. Oh, she likes the tugging.

One of her hands moved from your waist to your neck, squeezing again, as she blindly made her way to what you thought must be her room — she didn't break the kiss for a second.

Suddenly, you felt yourself falling onto a soft surface. It was Bada's bed. You propped yourself up on your elbows, dazed, looking at the girl standing on the edge of the bed. She was running her hand over the wet spot on her tank top, clicking her tongue as if in disapproval. You sank your teeth into your bottom lip as she lifted her shirt, taking it off and getting half naked. Her breasts were free, no bra in sight, gloriously beautiful. You could see, even in the dim light, that her abs were moist in some spots, which made your legs open involuntarily. Bada wiped her lips at the sight and your face felt so hot you thought you had a fever.

"I really was planning on treating you like a princess, you know, the way you deserve and the way he would never know how," she pauses as she approaches, resting her hands on your knees. Her gaze drops to your panties and you feel yourself throbbing down there. Bada's eyes sparks, as if she knows.

"But you're so, so needy today and it's still your birthday, so I'm going to fuck you real hard like I know you want me to, love. I'm going to eat you out so good." Her hands moved down until they found your covered pussy. She deftly pulled your panties to the side and her fingers slid all over — you screamed as three of her fingers penetrated you out of nowhere, slipping in so easily that it left you breathless. Her husky voice made you throb as her long fingers moved in and out with trained speed. "The things I'm going to do to you... he could never fucking do it. He wouldn't even dream of it. I'll make sure you can't walk properly tomorrow."

"In fact, I think i'm gonna steal you from him."

Your eyes rolled. You didn't know it was possible to get more turned on than you already were, but you did. You were impossibly horny and wet and feral — your hole mercilessly clamping down on her fingers as you saw her biting her lips hard, her gaze focused as if your pussy was the most precious possession she had ever touched. You couldn't stop moaning, Howl being thrown out of your thoughts — for good.

Oh boy, you were getting laid real good tonight.

a/n: long ass chapter sorry.. i'm leaving the room🚶🏻‍♀️ hope you liked it!