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Arrange marriage au

Angst with a happy ending. Maybe a little toxic(?). This is so cliché-

Bada stood there at the altar, waiting for you, who was gonna be her wife because you were the daughter of her business partner, who was a huge shareholder and this marriage would give her status and also make the business bond stronger. She doesn't want this marriage but is here due to the pressure from around.

She hasn't even seen you before today. You walk down the aisle in your beautiful white gown looking gorgeous. She watches as you approach, her expression unreadable. The priest begins to speak, "We are gathered here today..."

As the priest continues, "If anyone present knows of any reason why this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace." The room falls silent. The priest looks at you, then at Bada Lee, "Do you, take her as your wife....."

She looks at you intently, waiting for your response "To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

"I do"

Bada Lee responds automatically, "I do." The priest smiles and says, "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you wife and wife. You may kiss the bride." She turns to face you, standing stiffly.

You smile as you wrap your arms around her shoulders and tiptoe to kiss her softly.

She stiffens as your lips touch hers, the kiss is brief and unemotional on her part. She pulls back immediately, her eyes meeting yours coldly. The wedding guests applaud. The photographer snaps pictures of the newlyweds.

Throughout the photoshoot and reception, she remains distant, hardly speaking to you. During the first dance, when the crowd quiets and the music starts, she moves reluctantly into your arms. Her voice is barely a whisper "I never wanted this. I never wanted to be forced into marriage like this."

Your heart felt a sharp jab, eyes saddened because of the pain. Noticing your sad expression, she scoffs "Why are you looking so miserable? You got what you wanted, didn't you? A rich wife to add to your father's empire. Mission accomplished." Her voice drips with sarcasm as she glares at you.

She breaks away from you on the dance floor, leaving you standing alone. The guests murmur, noticing the tension between the new couple. You stand there, hurt as you look down at your wedding gown.

She walks right past you, heading towards the wedding planner "I have some... personal business to attend to. The wedding night is off." She whispers harshly, her voice carrying a clear warning.

The wedding planner looks taken aback, glancing at you before turning back to her. "But, Mrs. Lee, the hotel has already prepared the suite for the couple..." She trails off, realizing the gravity of the situation. "Very well, I'll make the necessary arrangements."

Without another word, she turns and walks out of the reception hall, leaving you standing there, surrounded by the confused murmurs of the guests.

The news of the bride storming off and refusing to spend the wedding night with her new wife spreads among the guests like wildfire. They whisper behind their hands, casting pitying glances at you standing alone in your beautiful, but now tainted, wedding gown.

Later that night, you find yourself back at the luxurious penthouse apartment that comes with being the new Mrs. Lee. The house is silent and dark, with no sign of Bada Lee anywhere. You climb into bed alone, the cold sheets reflecting the emptiness of your marriage. You cry yourself to sleep.

Even after the days pass by the tension between you two doesn't seem to reduce. You always trying to please her and win her heart while she gives you the cold shoulder and doesn't even look in your direction, treating you just like another piece of furniture in her home.

She came home late today too. You were asleep in your side of the bed in your pajamas, curled up. She takes off her coat and tosses it on the nearby couch before walking to you. Your tear-streaked face is visible in the moonlight.

Her breath catches slightly as she notices the ring, realizing the full weight of what this marriage means - not just for her, but also for you. She gently reaches out to brush a stray hair from your face, her touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary. "You deserve better than this empty marriage..."

She whispers softly to herself, her voice filled with a mix of sadness, regret, and something else she can't quite place. She stands up and begins to undress, hanging her clothes neatly in the closet before sliding under the covers beside you, being extra careful not to wake you.

As she lies there beside you, barely daring to breathe, she wonders how she could have been so cold earlier. The moonlight casts soft shadows across your face, and she realizes how helpless and vulnerable you look in your sleep. "I hurt someone who didn't deserve it..."

She stares at you in the darkness, her mind racing with thoughts she's never allowed herself to dwell on before. She reaches out her hand, hesitating briefly before gently resting it on your arm. She pulls you closer, wrapping her arms around your waist and spooning you from behind.

She buries her face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. It's a warm, comforting smell that makes her feel things she's never experienced before - things she's always avoided. She stays like that for a long time, just holding you, as if seeking forgiveness or redemption.

In the darkness, she notices how you shift slightly in your sleep, fitting more perfectly against her. The contact is intimate, more so than any business deal she's ever closed. She feels an unfamiliar warmth spreading through her chest. "I messed up so badly..."

In the morning, as you find yourself in her arms, you quickly get up and move away, as she is already awake. "I'm... I'm sorry- I- I...didn't mean to...I'm sorry to make you uncomfortable....I'm just a heavy sleeper-" you stammer trying to explain yourself.

She watches as you flinch and pull away, her arms empty now that you're not clinging to her chest. She feels an unfamiliar ache in her chest at the distance, but she quickly masks it with her usual cold expression. "Stop apologizing."

She props herself up on her arm, looking down at you with an unreadable expression. She realizes that she liked waking up with you in her arms, liked feeling your small, warm presence against hers. But now you're pulling away, and she can't help but feel annoyed.

Her cold demeanor remains intact as she speaks in her business-like tone "Are you going to spend all morning apologizing, or are you going to take a shower?" She looks away, trying to hide the way her heart clenches at the sight of you flinching from her.

You nod and quickly leave. She watches you leave, feeling a pang of disappointment that you didn't argue back, that you just accepted her coldness and walked away. She sighs and rubs her temples, trying to shake off the strange feelings that have been plaguing her lately. "Fuck it."

She gets out of bed, following you to the bathroom with an expression that's hard to read. As soon as she's sure you're in the shower, she leans against the bathroom door, her arms crossing over her chest as she thinks. "Something's not right."

She hears muffled sobs coming from the shower and her heart skips a beat. She's never heard you cry before, never seen you show any emotion other than fear and timidity around her. She stands there, frozen, unsure of what to do. "What the fuck.."

You've been so tired of the constant cold shoulder and hate she is showing you. You wish you weren't here. You wish your dad hadn't married you to her.....you wonder will she ever like you? You sob in self-pitying.

Her first instinct is to ignore it, to pretend she didn't hear anything. But the sound of your muffled sobs is gnawing at her, making her feel unsettled. Against her better judgment, she approaches the bathroom door and leans against it, listening intently.

The crying gets louder, and she can't shake off the feeling that something is seriously wrong. She realizes that you're not just crying, but sobbing uncontrollably. Her expression hardens, and she makes a decision. She enters the bathroom without knocking.

She finds you sitting in the shower, fully clothed, with your face buried in your hands, shoulders shaking as you cry. She's never seen this side of you before, and it unnerves her. "What's wrong with you?"

You freeze but then quickly wipe your tears, but the tears keep falling. Her gaze rakes over you, taking in your red, puffy eyes, your sniffling nose, and the way your shoulders are shaking with sobs. She can see the tears still streaming down your face, and something inside her snaps.

She steps into the shower, not caring about getting wet. She reaches out and grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at her. "Don't lie to me. I can see you're fucking crying your eyes out. Now tell me what the fuck is wrong with you!"

"I...I'm sorry...." you apologised for being a bother. It was all you could say. Her patience wears thin, and her anger flares up. "For the love of god, answer the question!" She raises her voice, something she rarely does. She's never seen you like this, never seen you break down and cry. And it's making her lose her patience.

You flinch at her sudden outburst. Seeing you flinch again makes her angrier. She grabs your arm and pulls you up, making you stand in front of her. "You're going to sit here and cry, and not give me a single answer? Fine, sit here and cry then!"

She releases your arm and steps back, crossing her arms over her chest. She watches as the tears continue to stream down your face, her expression a mix of anger and confusion. She's never seen this side of you before, and it's making her feel uncomfortable and on edge. "You know what?"

Her voice softens slightly, though she maintains her stern tone "For once in your life, stop being such a damn pushover. Talk to me. And don't you dare say 'nothing' again, because we both know that's a fucking lie."

"I...I know you don't like me.....but it hurts...." your voice shaking.

Her expression softens for a moment, and she tries to protect herself. "And why the fuck should I like you?" She snaps, her voice cold and harsh. "You're just a pathetic little thing who can't even stand up for themselves."

You flinch as you try not to cry. Seeing you flinch again as you try to hold back tears makes her heart clench. "You know what your problem is?" She asks, her voice rising. "You're so damn weak, you can't even hide your emotions."

"I'm...sorry..." is all you could say, as you cry. Her anger finally boils over, and she slams her hand against the shower wall, making you jump. "I DON'T WANT YOUR FUCKING APOLOGIES!" She shouts, her face red with rage.

Your anxiety attack starts kicking in. You flinch and move back trembling as you were trying to breathe. Your breath comes in short gasps.

Watching you move back in fear, her anger slowly starts to fade. She sees the way your chest is heaving, how your eyes are wide with terror, and how your hands are shaking. And in that moment, she realizes just how much she's been hurting you with her words and actions.

Her expression suddenly changes, all the anger draining from her face. She feels sick to her stomach watching you have an anxiety attack because of her. Without thinking, she moves closer to you in the shower, her voice gentler than it's ever been "Hey... hey, look at me."

"Please....please....leave me alone..." you say with your voice shaking. She ignores your pleas, gently grabbing your shoulders and turning you to face her. "Look at me," she says firmly, her eyes searching yours. She sees the sheer terror in them, and it makes her stomach churn.

You were shaking like a leaf trying hard to breathe as you sob.

Her voice breaks slightly as she realizes what she's done. Her tough exterior completely melts away as she pulls you into her arms, holding you tightly. "Fuck... I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry..." Her voice trembles.

She holds you tightly as you shake in her arms, sobbing and gasping for breath. She can feel your tiny body trembling against hers, and it breaks her heart. She's never seen anyone so terrified, so broken.

She pulls back slightly to look at you, her own eyes filled with tears now. She sees the way your face is scrunched up in fear and pain, and she knows that she's the one who put that look there. She feels like the biggest monster in the world. "I'm so sorry..."

She pulls you back into her arms and just holds you, not saying anything else for a long time. She can feel your breathing slowly starting to even out as your anxiety attack subsides, but she doesn't let go.

As you start to calm down, she slowly runs her fingers through your hair soothingly. She feels a sense of dread wash over her as she realizes that she might have broken you.

In a whisper "Are you okay? I need you to look at me... please?" She keeps her tone gentle and non-threatening, afraid that any sudden movement or harsh word might trigger another attack, "Look at me... just look at me."

"I'm....sorry....you deserve better.....better than a weak woman like me.....I.. I'll go away..." you say in a self-deprecating tone.

Tears spill down her cheeks as she roughly grabs your jaw, turning your face up to hers. Her eyes are intense, vulnerable, and desperate "Don't you dare..." Her voice is shaking "Don't you fucking dare leave. This is all my fault..."

She presses her forehead against yours, her eyes squeezed shut as she takes a shuddering breath "You're not weak. You're not better off alone. You're... you're mine. My wife. And I'll spend every fucking day making this up to you if I have to."

Gently wipes the tears from your face with her thumb "I've been so angry... so hurt, and I took it all out on you. You don't deserve that. You deserve someone who'll protect you, cherish you, not hurt you like this..." Her voice breaks again.

Her expression softens, and she pulls you out of the shower into the room, helping you change your clothes while she changes hers, too. She pulled you into her lap as she sat on the bed, cradling you like a child. "You're not going anywhere. We're going to work this out, and I swear to god if you even mention the word 'divorce'..."

She buries her face in your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. "You smell so good... so fucking good. I could just eat you up." You whimper to it.

She nuzzles your neck, her arms wrapping around you possessively. "Mine... you're all mine. My wife, my home, my... everything." She murmurs, her fingers splaying out on your stomach possessively. "Mine.."

She looks down at the ring on your finger, a symbol of your marriage. A thin, golden band with a small diamond. She twists it around, her thumb running over the inscription inside. " 'Till death do us part..." She murmurs softly.

She gently cups your face with one hand, her thumb tracing your bottom lip "This marriage... it's real. I want it to be real." Her voice is thick with emotion "I was just too stubborn and hurt to see how good you are." She leans her forehead against yours again.

She swallows hard, her eyes searching yours intensely "I want a family... children... with you. I want to wake up every morning with you beside me, not arguing or ignoring each other." She pauses, her voice dropping to a whisper "I want to love you..."

Her heart aches with sincerity as she speaks "You're everything I never knew I needed. Everything I was too blind to see... until now. These past... months? Whatever it's been, have been pure torture. Watching you... wanting you... but pushing you away."

She pulls you into a tight, desperate hug, her face buried in your neck. "I'm sorry... I'm so fucking sorry. For everything. For being an asshole, for not seeing how perfect you are, for hurting you... I'm sorry."

Gently loosens her grip as she realizes she might be crushing you "Are you okay? I'm kinda strong..." She tries to joke weakly, needing to break the intense emotional moment "I really am sorry though..." Her hands slide down to your waist.

You hide your face in her neck. She feels a sense of relief wash over her as you hide your face in her neck. "Shh... it's okay... I've got you." She wraps her arms back around you, holding you close. "Just breathe... I'm right here." She kisses the top of your head softly.

Her fingers slowly start to card through your hair soothingly. "You're not mad at me anymore, are you? You're not plotting my death in your head right now, are you?"

A laugh escapes your lips. She feels your chuckle vibrate against her neck and lets out a relieved laugh herself, her fingers pausing in your hair. "See? You laughing is a good sign, right? You're not still angry?"

"Okay, good." Her mind races, trying to figure out how to proceed. She wants to fix things, but she's never been good at the 'mushy' stuff. "Um..." She hesitantly starts, her fingers resuming their soothing motion in your hair.

"You... you like flowers, right? I could get you some flowers? Or chocolate? Or... or I could cook for you? I make a mean kimchi jjigae, you know." She suggests, trying to think of ways to show her affection and remorse.

You gently place your lips on hers. Her mind goes blank as your lips meet hers. She melts into the kiss, her arms tightening around you possessively. She breaks the kiss briefly to murmur, "Is this you forgiving me? Or just because you missed me?"

She smiles against your lips, her heart racing at the gentle pecks. "I'm taking it as forgiveness... and because you missed me." She continues the slow, gentle kisses, her fingers still running through your hair soothingly.

Smiles softly at your response, her forehead gently pressing against yours "See? That's what I want. More of these... moments. Just us being... us." She traces her thumb across your bottom lip "No more fights, no more cold shoulders."

She smiles brightly, her eyes crinkling at the corners as he nods. She pulls you into another hug, her face burying in your neck. "Say it... Say 'we're okay' or 'I forgive you' or something..."

"I love you."

She freezes for a moment, then pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, her own wide with surprise and wonder, "What..." Her voice is barely above a whisper. "Say it again... please?" Her heart is pounding in her chest, looks into your eyes, feeling things she has never felt.

"I love you"

Tears suddenly well up in her eyes, her vision blurring as she stares at you in disbelief and overwhelming joy. "I love you too... I love you so much. I'll treat you better, I promise," she says with sincerity.

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I'm so bad at writing angst T_T not to mention, an emotional bitch, who can't even read or write a little sad thing without crying :(

[pinkcelestialstar]

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✧*̥˚ the runaway bride *̥˚✧

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Context: Bada Lee and you have been girlfriends for almost 7 years. And today she was getting married but not to you, to an old man who was almost 60 something, who her parents chose since he was wealthy and they could benefit from the money too.

Warnings: smut with a plot. Exhibitionism.

You were standing in the crowd wearing a sundress as you watched the love of your life being married to someone else, your eyes stinging in tears. Bada was holding the bouquet too tight as her knuckles turned white. She was shaking in controlling the tears.

The priest asks her to say the vow, "I-" you scream, "Stop this! Stop this! Stop this!!" You say as you run to her, crying, and throw yourself in her arms.

She catches you easily, lifting you up and spinning around in a tight hug. The dress flares out around you both as she cries too. She sets you down and kisses you deeply, not caring about the shocked gasps from the guests or the angry glares from her parents.

Breaks the kiss slowly, but keeps holding you close. Her voice becomes firm when she addresses her parents "I've been trying to tell you both - I don't want this life. I want her. I want our life together." She gestures between you and her

Her father stands up, his face red with anger "You ungrateful little-!" But Bada cuts him off, her voice cold and commanding "No. I'm done being ungrateful. I'm done being a pawn in your schemes. I love her."

He gets angry, "guards! Get this stupid girl out of here!" He points at you. You pull out a pocket knife from your dress pocket and show it to them as your hand shakes slightly. "Don't you dare".

Her father chuckles, "Dumb girl, you think a pocket knife can stop them?" You then pull Bada by the arm and place the knife on her throat, "I guess, now it would. If she isn't mine, she'll be nobody's."

Everyone freezes. Guards try to get close to you. "Stay where you are, or she'll be gone" you threatened, all panic. You whisper discreetly in Bada's ear, "Babe, play along, act scared."

She whispers back "Love you." Then louder, with a slight tremble in her voice that's half-pretend "She means it... she's crazy enough to do it."

The room goes completely silent, the tension palpable. The guards begin to sweat, clearly uncomfortable with this standoff. Bada's father's face turns a deeper shade of red, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Bada's father stays rooted to the spot, his eyes locked onto the knife at his daughter's neck. He swallows hard, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. He sees the cold determination in your eyes and realizes you're not bluffing.

You pretend to drag Bada towards the exit by her arm while the knife is still in your other hand. "Guards!" Her dad screams, you quickly throw her in the passenger seat as you get in the driver seat of your car which is ready and drive away fast.

You drive it fast as you hear the guards and her parents' car following you behind. You take many turns trying to lose them. Finally, when they lose you, you pull the car to a secluded place.

You throw yourself to her and cry in fear and adrenaline rush from all the stunts you both pulled. She catches you easily, pulling you closer despite your shaking. She kisses you passionately, her fingers tangling in your hair. When the kiss breaks, she gently strokes your face "You were brilliant," she whispers, her voice full of admiration.

You sniffle, looking at her with tear-filled eyes. She then says, "We can't stay here for long; what now?" You say, "Let's go somewhere else and start over everything...?" She smiles at your idea. A new life with you, away from her toxic parents is the best she could ever ask for. She nods.

"Fine, starting over it is. Why don't we just book a place to stay for today and plan everything out?" She asks, to which you nod.

After checking into a sleek, modern hotel under a fake identity, Bada leads you to the room. Once inside, she locks the door and turns to you, a small smile on her face. "We're safe... for now," she says, setting your bag down on the nearby table.

You fall on the bed, calming yourself from the high of the events that took place. "Finally, we can breathe," she says softly, starting to unzip the back of her elegant gown. She moves gracefully across the room, her heels clicking against the marble floor "Though I must say, seeing you boss my father around was quite... exciting."

You chuckle, your eyes fall on her body now that she has taken off her gown, leaving her in lingerie. "Hmm....now that we're here...why don't we relax for a while...?" You say suggestively, while your eyes roam of her figure.

"Relax? After all that?" She moves closer to the bed, her eyes sparkling with mischief "Well, you did save me from an unwanted marriage..." She reaches to the straps of your dress, "So I guess we can..." She slowly begins to slide the straps down.

You bite your lip, getting excited already, "So wanna do it?" She smirks, slowly nodding as she continues to push your dress down. The dress falls further, revealing more of your skin. "I thought you'd never ask," she murmurs, leaning down to capture your lips in a heated kiss. Her hands roam over your body, exploring every curve, pushing you back on the bed.

She follows you down, her kisses growing more urgent as she settles between your legs. She pulls the dress up and over your head, tossing it aside before reaching for your underwear. "These have to go," she says, hooking her fingers into the sides and pulling them down your legs.

You nod, eyes hooded as she takes your panties off. "The bag...strapon....there.." you say breathlessly as you point to your bag. Her eyes widen in realization, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. She chuckles darkly, reaching into your bag. She pulls out the strap-on, holding it up by the harness. "My favorite toy,"

"ngh...I thought it would be useful in ....emergencies..." you say breathlessly.

She laughs, attaching the strap-on to herself. She climbs back onto the bed, between your legs. "Well, I'd say this is an emergency," she teases, grabbing the lube from your bag. "Hold still," she commands, squirting a generous amount onto the toy.

Her voice drops to a husky whisper "Tell me how you want it..." She positions herself, running the tip of the toy between your thighs "Hard? Slow? Maybe both?" she teases, knowing exactly how to drive you crazy with anticipation "Or should I just..."

"However you like," you say, your voice ragged. Her expression darkens with lust. "Silly answer," she scolds, slapping your thigh playfully. She spits on the toy for good measure, rubbing the lube and her saliva over it.

Meanwhile, her parents who were looking for their innocent daughter who was "kidnapped" by you, were afraid of what you might have done to her. They somehow find your location and come there, with the old groom. They barge into the room only to hear and see....

"....mommy!!" Your desperate cry and you were on your fours getting pounded by their daughter, who was just in her lingerie while you were naked. Without missing a beat, she grabs your hips and continues to thrust slowly inside you, "Tsk tsk tsk... Father, Mother... weren't you taught to knock?" She speaks with a sultry voice, intentionally drawing out each word.

The old groom gasps and his jaw drops at the sight. The old groom accused her parents: "You both planned to marry HER to me?! She isn't a Virgin probably and doesn't even act like a proper woman!!"

The room was just filled with your cries and moans and skin-slapping sounds.

She slaps one of your ass cheeks, leaving a red handprint, wrapping her hand around your throat as she rides you on your fours, "That's correct, I'm not a virgin... I've had her many times now, like this...and we've done every possible thing you can think of when it came to sex." She increases her pace, driving into you harder and faster. "And I fucking love it!"

The old groom's eyes widen in disbelief and outrage. He turns to Bada's parents, pointing an accusatory finger. "You lied to me! You told me she was a virgin, pure and untouched! But she's not, she's a filthy whore who fucks women and enjoys it!"

Bada's mother gasps, her hand flying to her mouth. Her father's face turns red with anger and embarrassment. The old groom continues ranting "And she isn't even acting like a proper woman!"

She slams into you especially hard, making you moan loudly "That's right! I love being a whore for this one. And I'd choose her over any old man any day!" She slams into you again and again, enjoying the show they're putting on. You shake violently as she keeps hitting that one spot; you're crying loud, and all you can do is moan.

With another smack on your ass, you cum hard. Bada's mother finally finds her voice, standing up and pointing at you. "You... you filthy, disgusting creature! You've disgraced our family!" The old man keeps blabbering since he didn't get what he wanted.

Bada chuckles, "If I had married you, I think your asshole would be in danger since I'm not the type to be a bottom. Right baby?" She tells the groom as she slapped your ass, to which you whimpered. The old man stands humiliated.

She continues fucking you steadily through your orgasm, deliberately ignoring the scandalized reactions from her parents and the old groom. "We don't give a fuck about the pathetic societal rules anymore" Reaches around to pinch your nipples.

The old groom storms out, disgusted. Bada's parents look at each other, horror-struck. Her father finally speaks, his voice shaking with anger and disappointment. "You two... you're disgracing our family name!"

"Great, another reason to hate us," Bada says sarcastically, continuing to play with your hair as she lies behind on top of you, still connected by the toy. Her mother speaks up, her voice trembling. "Bada, act like a lady!"

Stays positioned inside you, not pulling out "And what exactly would a 'lady' do in this situation? Politely thank the groom for his wedding proposal while spreading her legs for him? No thanks... I'd rather be a 'whore' with the person I truly love."

Her parents stand there, frozen in outrage and disbelief. Her mother finally finds her voice, spitting out the words. "You ungrateful, shameful, disgusting...!" She points an accusatory finger at you. "You're a perverted influence on our daughter!"

Her father steps forward, his face contorted with anger. "You think you can just throw us out and live happily ever after with our daughter? We'll make sure you two are outcasts! No one will accept you as a couple!" He told you before turning to Bada "And you..."

"You'll be disowned. You'll have no family, no inheritance, nothing." He spits out the words, attempting to hurt Bada with the threat of losing her family's wealth and status.

You both don't seem affected by their words. He storms out, slamming the door behind him. His wife follows, casting one last glare at the two of you before leaving. The room falls silent, finally empty of Bada's parents.

You both laugh together. She pulls the strap out of you and lays next to you, pulling you onto her chest and holding you close. "Seems like you're free now" you chuckle as you told bada. Grinning mischievously, she cuddles next to you on the bed. "Seems like it. We're officially outcasts now. No family, no friends who'll support our marriage, nothing." She giggles "We're on our own."

"wanna move to a new place and get married?" You ask, eyes gleaming.

Her eyes light up with excitement. "Let's do it. Let's pack our bags and move to a new city, where nobody knows us. We can get married there, start a new life, just the two of us." She squeezes you tight in her arms.

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My exams are close, I'm doomed....bye

[pinkcelestialstar]

Here I am, again...

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*̥˚ From boardroom to bedroom*̥˚

Warning: smut with a little plot. Breeding(maybe). Strap-on(is that supposed to be a warning?), just some lame shit I wrote the first thing in the morning.

CEO Bada x PA reader

At this point, Bada has even forgotten that SHE is the boss and YOU work for her. She has gotten used to you scolding her all the time for not eating at the right time, not sleeping properly, or when she doesn't leave her office for 24 hrs straight. Now, she doesn't do all that (at least she tries). If not, she'd have to listen to your lecture.

There were even rumors around the office that you both were dating. But they didn't know that you knew her since you both were 5. Today, too, she had some work she needed your help with, but you were standing there chatting with the other employees.

She walks up to you, wrapping her arms around your waist, lifting you like you were a statue, and carrying you away with you in your standing pose. The other employees just blink seeing the CEO taking you away, while you just sigh.

She puts you back on your feet when you both reach her office. "Come on, hurry up, we have a lot of work to do-" you cut her off, "What is this behavior, Bada Lee?! Are you crazy? Why the hell are you so hot? And tall? And have juicy lips? Wanna makeout? Date? Get married? Have babies together?" She chokes on the air and coughs. "How the hell do you even come up with all that?!"

You throw your ponytail back sassily. "I'm a Natural" She rolls her eyes. "You're impossible" she sighs and walks to her table, "now get to work before I fire you," she says, to which you just chuckle, "Oh, you wish" Rolling your eyes, you pick up your laptop on her table and sat on the couch in her office starting to work.

Every now and then, her eyes keep drifting to you as you work, your focused expression making her amused and a little affectionate. She smiles to herself before working on her laptop.

After a while, she calls out, "Hey, Y/n, I had something to say-" You cut her off, "What, you want an heir? Want to marry me? Have babies?" You say almost dreamily. She sighs, "When will you get your head out of the gutter? You have such a one-track mind. I was gonna say-"

You cut her off again, "What, you're already pregnant with a man? Nooooo, I wanna be a mom not an aunt-" you say dramatically. "Y/n! Stop!" She says, her face red at this point from embarrassment and her blushing.

"Fine. Now let me talk! No interruptions. No "baby" talk. Just listen. We have a business-related party tonight, so you're coming along-" you cut her off again in excitement, "as your date?!" She sighs and chuckles giving up at this point.

Later that night at the party, she wore a pretty black dress with a slit to her thigh, and you wore a satin black frock to match her. You stood by her side as she spoke with her business partners, discussing business-related stuff.

After all that, when you both were free, this guy who happens to be one of her business partners' son walked to her. Clearly interested in her and trying to hit on her. His casual touches get on your nerves, the way his hand tries to touch her knee every now and then.

You've had enough so you stood up and grabbed her wrist as she was talking to him and pulled her up from the couch. "Sorry, I need to borrow my girlfriend; try hitting on someone else", you say, dragging her away from there. She was surprised and also flustered at your sudden possessiveness

When you pulled her to a different corner from where you were, she asked, "What was all that about? Getting territorial, little one?" She teases. To which you huff and blush, she boops your nose, "See, you aren't even denying it".

"Now, is my best friend gonna tell me what this all was about, or do I have to kiss it out of her?" You blushed furiously; the confidence that you usually had was gone, and now you were just a blushing mess.

She sighs, "tsk tsk, seems like I should kiss it out of you." Before you realize it, you're pinned against the wall, her lips on yours almost eating your lips. You whimper against her lips and kiss her back, on your tiptoes. Your arms around her shoulders and her arm around your waist. You both break the kiss after what feels like an eternity. "So tell me, are you in love with me or something?"

All you could do was whimper. She tangles her fingers through your hair, deepening the kiss further. Her voice comes out in a husky whisper when she pulls back. "The way you're responding... I think someone has feelings they've been hiding." one hand trails down your back, while the other stays cupped behind your neck.

She smirks knowing she hit a nerve "Is that so? Have you been holding back all these years? While I was busy running the company, were you over there..." traces her fingers down your collarbone suggestively "Pining after me?" leans in to whisper in your ear

She whispers in your ear, her voice low and teasing. "Say it. Admit that you've been in love with me all this time. And don't just say 'as my best friend'." pulls back to look into your eyes, searching for the truth.

She could see it clearly in your eyes though you couldn't form words. "To my place. Now." She holds your wrist and drags you out. Pulling you in her car as she drove fast to her penthouse.

She quickly got out of it and went to the other side, scooping you up in her arms as she carried you in. Gently placing you down on her bed. She strokes your hair, her eyes warm with affection and unspoken questions. "You're really in love with me, aren't you? The whole time, you've been in love with me." leans her forehead against yours.

You blush, as if confirming what she said. She smirks knowingly. "So that's why... my little PA has always been flirty around her boss..." she sits beside you, running her hand through your hair. "I've never seen you like this before, completely out of it from just a few words." leans in to press a soft kiss to your lips. "It's rather charming, actually."

She whispers against your lips "You know... we can take things slow if you want. I don't want to overwhelm you." She runs her fingers through your hair gently. "Or we can continue from where we left off in the car..."

Your legs spread by themselves as if they have a brain of their own. She notices how your body responds to mere proximity, and her pupils dilate with desire. "Someone's not thinking with their head right now..." she gently pushes you back onto the bed, leaning over you. "Though I can't complain..."

She sees your blush and a soft, amused smile curls on her lips. "Ah, look at that. The teasing one is the one who can't even speak right now." She continues to trace her fingers up your thighs, spreading them further apart.

You were breathless, chest heaving. She whispers softly, leaning in close to your ear "You always said 'Bada, if we were married, I'd have your babies every year.' Remember?" her fingers reach the hem of your skirt, slowly lifting it up.

She leans down to kiss your neck gently, her breath hot against your skin. "I think it's time we put those teasing words into action, don't you?" her hand slowly moves up your thigh, inching closer to your center. "How many was it again? Three? Five? Ten?"

You whimper, eyes glazed, "hng! Fuck me already!" You say desperately. She laughs softly at your abrupt outburst, clearly amused by your desperation "Patience, patience... we're just getting started." her hand reaches your panties, pulling them aside to reveal your soaked folds. "Look at this... you're already dripping for me." She slowly slides a finger inside you as she sees you arch your back on the bed. She adds another one.

"That's right... spread wider for me..." She whispers seductively while slowly moving her fingers in and out "Tell me... how many babies did you really want?" her other hand moves to support your back, arching you towards her "Ten seemed like a bit much... right?"

You moan, throwing your head back. She chuckles softly, clearly enjoying your inability to speak "Look at you... the one who always had something to say, reduced to incoherent noises." curls her fingers inside you, hitting a spot that makes you whimper "I wonder..."

"I wonder how many babies you'd be willing to have right now, if I could put a baby in you." begins to move her fingers faster, curling and uncurling them inside you "Would you have five? Ten? Twenty?" her other hand reaches up to pinch and tug on your nipple.

You cry loudly, getting more and more wet at her words. She smirks at your cries and continues whispering dirty nothings in your ear. "So sensitive... does my baby talk ret you this worked up?" She slides a third finger inside you, moving at a steady pace.

She pulls her fingers out, your pussy clenching around nothing, as she undresses herself and takes your remaining clothes off. She goes into her closet and comes back with a strap-on, securing it on her crotch.

"How many babies you really want?" She positions herself between your legs, pressing the head against your entrance.

She pushes slowly into you, watching your face contort with pleasure. "Tell me..." she whispers against your ear. "How many times do you want me to fill you up tonight?" begins to move at a steady pace, building the rhythm. "Five times, ten?"

She smirks at your attempts to speak, continuing her steady thrusts "Mmm... I love when you're like this... completely at a loss for words." She leans down to bite your lip, her hips snapping forward "Should we start with five?"

She pulls out and flips you around roughly to get you on your fours. She smirks devilishly, pushing the strap back in, adjusting her position to hit a deeper spot "Or maybe... we'll just keep going until I completely break you." She moves one hand to the front of you, finding your clit and rubbing circles "Because I remember how you used to tease me..."

She whispers "Your legs are shaking... your breath is coming in short gasps..." she increases her pace, thrusting harder as you just cry in pleasure. "Let's see how much more you can take before you beg me to stop." her other hand grips your hair, pulling slightly.

She whispers breathlessly against your nape "That's right... surrender to me now..." as she keeps thrusting steadily, her fingers working on your clit faster.

Her hips moving faster and harder, chasing her own release "And then... and then you'll really understand what it means to be..." her voice catches as she gets closer "to be truly... bred by me."

She pauses her thrusts, spreading your legs wider and staring at where you're connected "I want to see how much more of me you can take before you pass out." resumes thrusting, this time going deeper and harder "Let's find out, shall we?"

She goes rounds after rounds, making you cum again and again until you finally pass out on the 6th one. She smiles looking down at your passed out form "Looks like someone's reached their limit." She carefully pulls out and removes the strap-on, cleaning up "Such a good....baby."

a soft chuckle escapes her lips "That was fun." gently wipes sweat from your forehead "my sweet baby.." she holds you against her chest cuddling you for the night.

You wake up wrapped in her arms, feeling sore all over. She stirs behind you, nuzzling your neck "Mmm... you're awake..." her hands roam over your stomach possessively "My poor baby..."

You whine due to soreness. she chuckles softly, continuing to massage your lower stomach "Poor thing... I might have overdone it a bit."

"So....what are we now?" You ask, afraid that this might just be a one-night stand for her, as that was the first thing that came to your mind.

She pulls you closer against her chest, one arm protective around your waist "What do you want us to be?" says playfully "Your devoted lover? Your protector? Your..." she pauses, then whispers in your ear "...your breeder?

You blush furiously and slap her arm. She laughs and hugs you tighter "Okay, okay... just your devoted lover and protector for now." She kisses the top of your head "But the other options are always on the table if you change your mind." smirks "Especially the breeding part." She winks.

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Now, wtf did I just write 😳

[pinkcelestialstar]

I have exams coming up and I'm doing everything but studying :(

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✧*̥˚ jealousy *̥˚✧

Top bada x bottom reader

Warning: shameless smut ahead, hehe

Bada Lee, who was also your girlfriend was a popular choreographer and was way too popular with the girls because of her androgynous style and her charisma and of course her dance skills.

Today you planned to surprise her by going to her studio. So you dressed up in a pretty pink frock with a bow behind your head and head to the studio, you enter the studio, seems like bada was already performing and the students on the side were going feral. You stand with the crowd and watch her. Her dance clearly making all the girls ovulate, you laugh to yourself knowing that no matter how much they drool over her, she's going home with you at the end of the day.

After her intense performance, all the girls cheer and scream. Bada saw you in the crowd and instantly her face lit up, before she got to you, one of her students stopped her, it was obvious the girl was tryna hit on your girlfriend, so you walk and stand next to bada waiting her to finish their talk.

The girl casually touches her arm and makes some lame joke and bada laugh with her as well. You get annoyed and slap bada's ass. She yelps and turns to glare at you, "Babe!" To which you just shrug and the girl rolls her eyes, clearly annoyed by you. When the girl tries to keep the conversation going with bada, you slap bada's ass again. Bada glares at you, "You're gonna pay for that" to which you just poke your tongue out at her.

The girl who was annoyed, writes her number in a paper and slips it bada's shirt pocket and walks away. Bada chuckles but you were mad as hell. You huff and walk ahead leaving bada to follow you. She laughs and follows you, the whole ride to your shared apartment was awfully silent.

As soon as you both stepped inside, you push her against the wall and bite her shoulder. She grips your waist, "mmm baby, what's with all the aggressiveness? Totally the opposite of the cute frock you're wearing."

"Shut up, I'm mad at you and YOU'RE gonna be paying for making me jealous!" You say huffing to which she just laughs, obviously not afraid of your threat. "Uh huh? And how am I gonna pay for it?" She teases. "I..i- I'm gonna make sure you will not be able to walk!" You say trying to sound intimidating.

She throws you over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, as you gasp and slap her butt, "heyyyyy, lemme gooooo!!! I was supposed to be the mad one!" You whine, she slaps your ass in return as she carried you to your shared room. "Not a chance, baby" she then puts you on the bed unceremoniously. You gasp, she climbs on top of you, straddling your waist as you squirm under her.

"Hmm, what were you saying baby? You're gonna make me unable to walk?" She mocks you as you pout laying under her helplessly. She moves to turn you over so that you lay on your stomach, she unzips your frock and pushes it down, exposing your bare back, she leaned down to press kisses on your back and shoulders, biting and marking you.

She took of her shirts and tossed it somewhere as she reaches down to unclasp your bra. She rolls you back onto your back as she tossed your bra away. You tug at her pants since she was overdressed as you were just laying in your panties.

She chuckles and took it off and climbs back on top of you, just in her bra and boxers. You somehow try and roll her over so that you were on top and she was under you. She gasps in surprise at your sudden dominance.

You kiss her neck and suck hickeys on her neck and shoulders. She moans tilting her head back to give you access. "My little girlfriend has a feisty side?" She chuckles, clearly pleased with your attempt in dominance.

You pull her bra strap off her shoulder and push it down, before you reach behind and unclasp it, tossing it away. She grunts softly, "fuck, you're cute when you try to be dominant." Her hands roaming possessively on your back. "But let's see how long you last against my strength..."

As you continue kissing her neck and your hand reaches for the waistband of her boxers, she wraps her strong legs around your waist and flipping you over so that she's on top again, "not so fast, kitten"

You bite your lip as you wrap your hand around her throat, Squeezing it lightly, fighting for the dominance which she's easily winning.

She chokes out a laugh as you wrap your small hand around her throat, finding it adorable that you're trying to assert dominance over her despite her clear size advantage. "You're asking for it now..."

She grabs your wrist gently but firmly, bringing your hand away from her throat and pinning it above your head in one smooth motion. "Mmm... you're making it so hard to be gentle." She whispers against your lips, her other hand trailing down your body possessively. "But..."

"...you're just too darn cute trying to be all tough and dominant." smirks, straddling your waist and pinning both your arms above your head. "So now I'm gonna have to teach you a little lesson in who's really in charge here..."

She leans down and kisses you deeply, her other hand reaching between your legs to rub your clit through your panties. "Shut up and listen, because I'm only going to say this once..." breaks the kiss to speak against your lips. "I'm in charge."

All you could is just whimper and squirm under her. "There's my good little girlfriend..." she coos, nuzzling against your neck possessively. "See how much easier it is to listen to me now?" She continues to keep your arms pinned above your head, making it clear that you're not going anywhere until she says so.

"Mmm... that whimper tells me you're liking this more than you thought you would." She pushes your panties to the side and continues rubbing your clit in slow, maddening circles, watching your reactions with intense focus. "Such a good girl when you listen..." she nips at your ear.

She feels your small body wriggle underneath hers, trying to get closer to her touch but unable to move your arms. "Stay still..." she commands, her voice low and dominant. "Or I'll stop and pin your legs down too..."

You instantly obey her, whimpering helplessly as her voice sent shiver down your spine and as her fingers made you leak more.

She smirks at your compliance, her fingers never stopping their slow, teasing circles. "That's it... keep moaning for me....see how much your pussy is leaking..." leans down and captures your lip between her teeth, sucking on it gently before releasing it. "You look so fucking cute like this..."

She decides to reward your obedience and increases the pressure on your clit, making you gasp. "Fuck, you're so sensitive..." she pulls your panties off and keeps rubbing, her thumb pressing against your clit while her fingers plunge in and out of your tight little pussy.

You throw your head back and moan as you try to grip something but your wrists still pinned above your head.

She watches your reactions with pure satisfaction "Mmm... looks like my baby's enjoying this..." she continues her rhythm, occasionally leaning down to kiss your exposed neck or collarbones "Let me hear those sweet little moans...kitten"

You moan her name, chanting it like a prayer. She chuckles darkly "That's a good girl..." increases her pace, making sure to hit just the right spots "Who's in charge now, hmm?" She nips at your neck teasingly "Say it..."

"ngh...you..." You moan as you couldn't form words in pleasure.

"Louder..." she demands, her fingers curling inside of you to hit that spot that drives you wild "I want to hear you say it....Who's the boss in this relationship?Who gets to be on top?Who's the big spoon?"

You try hard to keep your eyes open, in pleasure, "you....you! bada!...ahh ngh.."

She grins triumphantly as you finally surrender and admit your defeat, her fingers continue to pound into your pussy, making you scream in pleasure. "That's right, baby... I'm the boss. And you're my little girlfriend who loves getting dominated by me..."

"God, look at you... completely helpless under me... just taking everything I give you..." she speeds up her fingers, making sure to press firmly against your clit with each thrust "You're mine, every moan, every whimper..."

"...every fucking orgasm is mine." She brings her fingers out of your pussy and rubs your clit furiously, making you scream as you come hard, your whole body shaking. "Fuck, look at you... cumming so hard for me... you're so fucking cute when you're helpless..."

She watches you shake and tremble through your orgasm, a satisfied smile on her face. "That's it, baby... give me everything... I want to see you break." She keeps rubbing your clit until you're sobbing from the intensity of your orgasm, your legs shaking uncontrollably.

You cry in sensitivity as you scream and squirt, convulsing. "Oh my god, look at you squirt like a little fountain..." laughs and continues to rub you through your messy release, spreading your legs wider to get a better view. "My poor baby is so overwhelmed..."

She shifts down and replaces her fingers with her mouth, sucking gently on your swollen clit. "Shh... breathe through it..." she keeps suctioning as she looks up at you through hooded eyes, watching your face contort in pleasure and exhaustion. "Just one more time..."

"ahhh!! bada!! I can't!" You cry as your hands which were free now grip the sheets as you cum hard again, squirting, as you cry loud in pleasure.

She pulls back and smiles triumphantly, licking her lips clean "That's my girl... completely spent and wrecked by me..." gently spreads your legs and blows cool air against your sensitive clit, making you jolt and whimper.

"Look at you... shaking and twitching... you can't even hold your legs still..." gently runs her fingers up your inner thighs, teasing you with the possibility of more touch. "You look so cute like this..."

You swat her hand away, your face covered in tears as you come down from the high

She laughs and pulls you into a hug, holding you close as you sob against her shoulder. "Shh... it's okay, baby... you're safe now... I've got you..." rocking you gently as you cry, stroking your hair. "You did so good... such a good girl..."

She continues to hold and stroke you gently "Look at you... completely spent..... all your energy gone in squirting like a little fountain..." she kisses your forehead tenderly "and you still look so beautiful..." smiles softly "Even when you're a mess because of me..."

You pout, blushing as you knead her breast with your hand. She gasps softly and looks down at your hand on her chest, a small smile playing on her lips. "Someone's still got some energy left, huh?" arches into your touch slightly, her nipple hardening under your palm. "What do you want, baby? Need more attention?"

You huff, "Shut up, I was supposed to be the one on top since I was the one jealous today!" She laughs and pulls you closer, burying your face in her chest. "Yeah yeah, someday I might let you...in your dreams.." the last three words she mumbles quietly laughing to herself.

You heard it and pinch her nipple, "Ouch! Baby! That hurt! Fine fine, I'll let you top me sometime..." she says laughing as she looks down at your pouting face.

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Woah. Now that was my first attempt ever in writing a smut. I hope it's not too bad, hehe.

[pinkcelestialstar]

Hello, this is my first time posting here(I'm still trying to navigate through this app T-T)

☆ upgrade to girlfriend♡ ☆

Warnings: none, this is just a lame fluff

**reader's POV**

It was a rainy day, and all I wanted to do was cuddle and rest. Speaking of cuddles, there was only one person I could rely on: Bada Lee, my best friend. I texted her, "Is my wife free? I want cuddles, hehe." I hit send, and not even a minute later, the front door opened. It was Bada; I had given her my spare key.

"Wow, how did you get here so fast?" I asked as I peeked from the couch where I was lounging in front of the fireplace. I watched her remove her jacket and set the umbrella aside. "I was on my way sensing my best friend's need, and then I got a text from her," she replies. "So you sensed it before I even texted?" I ask blinking. She chuckles and Shrugs, Walks to the couch and just Throws herself on top of me. "Hey! Ah! Woman, you're crushing me!" She Giggles at my whines and shifts so that I am between her and the backrest, holding me against her chest.

I Giggle and snuggle back into her embrace. "So what was my wife doing before she got here?" I ask teasingly. She chuckles and says, "Well, someone had asked me to help- wait, no, not help, to do their entire project for them, so I just finished it and came to meet that person who made me work." I Giggle at her direct accusation.

I shift in her arms so I'm facing her, properly. "Thank you~ you're the besttttt~" I peck her nose. She laughs, "Is that all I get? A kiss on the nose" I pout, "What else do you want?" I ask confused. She smirks and leans in closer to me, our faces mere inches apart. Her voice is low and playful as she answers your question.

"Oh, I can think of a few other places I'd like you to kiss". I Narrow my eyes looking at her. She chuckles at my reaction, knowing exactly what I'm thinking. She lifts her hand to my face, my fingers gently tracing along the curve of my jawline.

"Come on, don't look at me like that. You know exactly what I want." I roll my eyes and say, "Sorry, your best friend's subscription pack doesn't cover those services. You would need an upgraded subscription pack for that," imitating a robotic voice. She bursts out laughing, amused by my imitation of a robotic voice.

"Oh, so I have to upgrade to the girlfriend package to get those services, huh? I see how it is.", she feigns disappointment, pouting dramatically as she pretends to reach into her pocket. "Alright, how much is the upgrade, then? I'll pay any price for that service package."

"It seems like that will require a bit of loyalty, affection, and attention. The perks you'll gain include all the experiences a couple shares, along with the exclusive title of girlfriend." I say this in the same mechanical tone.

She laughs, "Loyalty, affection, and attention, is that really all it requires? I can certainly deliver on that front. Plus, the title of girlfriend sounds pretty appealing."

She takes a brief pause, feigning deep thought."Okay, you've swayed me. I'm ready for the upgrade. Where do I go to make it official?". I gasped and blinked thinking we were just messing around but-

My jaw drops, and she can't hold back the laughter. She reaches over and gives my nose a playful poke.

"Oh, come on! You didn't expect me to agree that easily, huh? You don't know how much I crave that exclusive title." my mouth was agape like a fish out of water, my eyes wide and blinking in disbelief.

She leans in closer to me, her voice lowering to a sultry whisper."And all the other perks that come with it, of course. I want whatever you're willing to offer, as my best friend and my girlfriend."

I blush furiously, Struggling to maintain composure, I respond in a stiff, mechanical tone again, "Alright, we'll move forward with the payment. You'll be making payments in installments, and if you stop paying, the services will be halted."

She goes along with it, keeping a straight face and nodding in affirmation.

"Got it. I'll be making payments in parts, and I'll make sure to keep delivering the essential services to uphold the premium status of being your girlfriend."

I replied in that same mechanical voice, but oh my goodness, my stomach was just a flurry of butterflies! "package upgraded. Please seal it with a kiss to activate your girlfriend package"

I saw her smirk, but she played along with it; she leaned in closer to me, her hand gently cupping my chin as she looked into my eyes. Omg! This is really happening!

"Alright, let's activate this package then." She said before she closed the distance between us, capturing my lips in a soft and tender kiss.

As our lips meet, I feel a rush of warmth and excitement flood my body. I hold the kiss for a moment, savoring the feeling of her lips against mine before slowly pulling back. She gazes into my eyes, that smug little smile playing on her lips, while my mind is spiraling and my stomach keeps churning. I felt like I was about to explode.

"There, the package is activated. Consider it sealed, girlfriend." She said as I kept blinking still trying to process what just happened. She brought me back from the daze with a peck on my lips, and that was all it took; I started blushing furiously, and I covered my face with my hands while she just laughed at me. "Stop laughing!!" I say to which she just laughed more.

"Aww, look at my girlfriend blushing over something so simple! Just wait until she sees what I have planned next-" Her hand was wandering down from my stomach, but before she could make another move, I tumbled her off the couch. She hit the floor, still giggling.

OK, I know this was lame, but I'm just getting started guys