Sorry for the wait yallllll i'm back a longggg chapter / steamy updateeeeee (and some more chapters published next week!!) Hope 2024 is treating everyone good so far <3
WARNING SMUT AHEAD
Sorry I was craving a good jealousy and make up sex chapter so here it issss!
I live for slow burn and fluff/cute chapters but it was about time they got to some action
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""Great job! That move was flawless. If you add that to the last section, I think you'll have a solid choreography for the 1h30-long class," Bada encouraged Amaia, who stood in her living room rehearsing the choreography for her upcoming pop-up class. Out of breath, she crouched down.
"Thanks, I hope my choreography is up to the level of the students."
"Don't worry your style is far from easy, I'm sure it will be a good challenge for everyone", Bada assured with a smile. Amaia just shook her head and went back to make some final mental notes for her choreo. Leaving her to it, Bada lounged on the sofa, admiring the view
"How do you want me to concentrate with you watching me like that." Amaia whined. She wouldn't complain but she was getting flustered.
"Apologies. Watch out; your foot is turned slightly outside. And it would look even better if your elbow was at ear level," Bada corrected, smirking in teacher mode.
"Tsss last time I checked it was MY choreo". Amaia pouted. But goddamn Bada teaching made her feel like butterflies had escaped. "Besides, if you want to correct me so badly you should first consider attending my class".
"Fine, fine, I'll come someday !" Bada had been reluctant, not wanting to cause a crowd or some fans to disturb the class. Amaia knew it was totally fair, considering how popular Bada was, yet sometimes she just hoped she wouldn't have to be so careful.
"Looking forward to it" Amaia said mindlessly, stretching a bit more before grabbing her things to wait for the Uber outside.
On her way to her class, Amaia scrolled through recent pictures, contemplating a story dump. Unsure if Bada would be okay with it, she hesitated. If Bada wasn't totally comfortable attending her class, she probably wouldn't appreciate appearing in an insta story having breakfast in bed with her on a random Saturday.
But she did feel frustrated about keeping everything to herself. 30 minutes later, she arrived at the 1M studio to thunderous applause. She couldn't believe the queue of people waiting for the class to start. Amaia shut off her brain and made the most of every moment, giving lots of advice and trying to keep the atmosphere as friendly as possible.
"OK, everyone. You've been learning the moves for an hour, so trust your memory and your muscles and just enjoy the music to tune into the tempo".
Only when there were about ten minutes left did she take the time to pick a few dancers to form filmed groups. She didn't want anyone feeling left out, so she made sure to film the whole class together one last time.
"Thanks for showing up, everyone. I hope I lived up to your expectations," Amaia said, giving a final bow to her students. She was pleasantly surprised that many of them stuck around to chat afterward, expressing their thanks in a mix of English and gestures or even giving her props for her Street Woman Fighter performance.
As she finally stepped out of the studio, she found herself in a crowd of people cheering, making way for Bada's entrance. Everyone was filming her, and another guy that Amaia couldn't place. Must be another teacher giving class.
As she passed by, Bada winked very discreetly to Amaia, and swiftly made her way to her class, followed by dozens of eager dancers. Amaia waited a bit to see if Bada would do her a little sign in last minute. She did not, and Amaia found herself feeling a bit dumb facing the front desk lady would looked at her quizzingly.
In the meantime, Bada was warming up to teach her choreo which was actually a collab with J-Ho from Justjerk Studio, an old friend and fellow teacher. Their dance had a lot of close, flirtatious moves, as Chris Brown music often called for, and she knew videos were about to get crazy. At one point she literally sat on top of him laying on the floor, and, while she loved teaching and it was all in good fun, seeing phones' flashlights capturing the moment tugged at her heart. She couldn't help but worry it might be a bit uncomfortable for Amaia, whom she hoped had not stick around to watch. At the end, she shook J-Ho's hands in a gesture that she hoped screamed we're just friends. She took the time at the end of the class to take pictures, thank everyone, and pose a bit with J-Ho, but she couldn't wait to get back home.
Amaia was chilling in the sofa, muscles a bit sore, scrolling on Instagram. She felt much better, relaxed but still high on serotonin from teaching her first class. However, once she saw the story of 1M on insta, and her mood was instantly ruined. Bada was grinding against J-Ho , doing a full floor choreography on him. Amaia felt her cheeks burn. J-Ho's hand placement was.... Interesting to say the least. She couldn't help but feel her heart twist at the bright smile Bada flashed him at the end. She was not the jealous type, but it would help a bit to have made their relationship a bit more "official".
Bada, entering the apartment, found Amaia lost in her thoughts. "Hey beautiful, how was the class?"
"Great, thanks," Amaia responded with a lopsided smile. Bada immediately sensed something was off. Dropping her bag, she went over to the sofa, attempting to embrace Amaia.
"Is everything all right?" But as she closed the distance, Amaia jumped up, putting distance between them. It felt as if a bucket of ice had been dumped over Bada's head.
"Amaia? What -"
"You didn't mention you were teaching a collab class. Must have slipped your mind. But, the choreo looks great, you guys seem...close" she concluded a bit defeated. She did not want to be the girlfriend that did not support her partner, especially in their professional career, but she couldn't help replay in loop images of Bada grinding on this perfect stranger.
"Amaia I did not said a thing because it meant so little to me. I considered it just another collaboration, like any other with a professional dancer."
"I know what our job entails, thanks." Amaia was not going to be scolded on what being professional meant. "But I just wish sometimes I could show you off as my girlfriend a bit more... and I would not mind people knowing about us."
Bada winced but kept silent, realizing they should have had this discussion earlier.
"I mean, only if you're comfortable...but you know, I'm living with you, so it seems a bit late to tell me now that you don't really want me to be your girlfriend," Amaia tried to joke, but she was suddenly terrified that she had assumed a non-existent relationship.
Bada quickly de-escalated the situation.
"Oh sweetheart, I'm so sorry I worried you. I can never apologise enough for creating a situation where my feelings for you are unclear, or where you doubt that I want the same things as you. I would do anything for you. Yeah, of course, you're 100% my girl. Thinking about what we should and should not show in public was a mistake. You're with me. We're a team". She smiled as she saw the tension ease from the brunette's shoulders.
"Ok ok good, I was afraid I was getting ahead of myself for a moment," Amaia laughed, the pressure on her heart loosening a little.
"Don't apologise love, we're fine." Bada finally hugged her and Amaia melted into her arms, both longing for the other's embrace.
"Ok, but for the record, the next duet class you teach, you'd better rehearse with me first."
"Is that jealousy I hear?"
"Nooooo, but from what I saw on instagram, you owe me a lap dance."
"Hum, I think I can fix that." Without further warning, she effortlessly scooped Amaia off her feet, her legs automatically wrapping around the taller woman's waist. Amaia squealed and clung to her shoulders.
"Badaaaa put me down!"
"Huh huh, you asked for a lap dance didn't you?" as she darted into her bedroom and threw her on the covers.
Trapped between Bada's arms, Amaia couldn't help but blush.
For her part, Bada, the eternal perfectionist, was busy focusing on the task at hand. She slowly worked her way up until she was face to face with the brunette.
Her hair fell across the other's face, their breaths mingled, the atmosphere changed rapidly. Bada lowered her lips.
"You're the most beautiful girl in the world. I'm so lucky to have you. Sorry for being stupid."
"Hmm. I think you're on the right path to forgiveness."
Bada smiled, silencing the brunette once more. She wanted more. Her skin burned. She was desperate to remove all the layers of clothing between them. But she held back, preferring to take her time. She kissed every bare spot she could find, her hands tracing the girl's seams.
But Amaia was not in a patient mood.
"Bada, more, please."
"Patience sweetheart, we have plenty of time."
Amaia bit her lips, and resolved to at least remove her shirt, revealing a low-cut top. Bada descended on her immediately, kissing her collarbones, lingering on her slender throat, leaving traces that would surely not go away any time soon.
"I thought you only promised me a lap dance".
"True, I'm getting carried away. Should I stop ?" she answered sarcastically, resting her hands on the girl's thighs.
"If you stop I'll strangle you".
Bada laughed, then went back to her business, very interested in the bit of lace sticking out of Amaia's shorts. As she passed her finger under the lace, she raised her eyes to meet Amaia's, who nodded back.
That was all she needed to start undressing the girl.
Amaia thought she was going to have a heart attack. Or rather, that Bada was going to send her into one.
She was foolish to think for a second that Bada was only a master in the dance studios. Rather, it seemed that her girlfriend was very, very comfortable in the sheets. She had lost track of time, completely lost in Bada's expert hands.
She was now trailing kisses from her bellybutton, slowly heading south, and Amaia felt her skin erupting in goosebumps under the soft lips of her girlfriend.
"Bada" she whimpered, gripping the sheets when she felt the hot air approaching her lips.
"Yes love?" Bada stopped in her tracks and raised her head from between her legs. The sight only forced Amaia to stifle a moan.
"Please" was all she could manage.
"Use your words" Bada was having far too much fun with this.
"I need you"
"You have me, love" Bada continued to tease.
"I need more"
And who was Bada to deny her girl? She pushed herself back on top of Amaia
"Is that better?" She asked, attacking her neck again, her fingers digging into her hips.
"Fuck," Amaia cried out in a choked gasp as Bada pinched and twisted her nipple through the thin fabric of her bralette. She arched her back, desperate for more friction. She felt heat pooling in her lower abdomen and could swear she could feel her clit pulsing through the layer of fabric. But Bada kept her pace steady, her hands everywhere but where she wanted them to be. It was too much and not enough at the same time, and as the minutes passed she almost let out a sob.
"Bada, please, I need, I need ah-" she was unable to finish the sentence as Bada finally pushed her tanga down, the cold air against her burning skin making her shiver.
Bada licked over her crease once, applying the slightest pressure to her clit.
"Fuckkkk," Amaia literally bit the inside of her cheeks to keep from being too loud.
"None of that babe, let me hear you," she licked again, Amaia pushing herself against her mouth to get as close as she could.
"Such a perfect girl my love, all wet for me right?" Amaia hadn't expected Bada to be so talkative in bed, but she wasn't complaining. She managed a ragged reply, "Only for you Bada".
"That's right, and I'm only yours," and after what felt like an eternity, Bada pushed a finger into her dripping entrance while her thumb continued to circle the bundle of nerves. Had the circumstances been different, Amaia would have been embarrassed by the moan she let out. She squeezed her thighs together, hoping to trap Bada's hand and keep the pressure on, but Bada effortlessly spread her thighs apart again.
"I've got you beautiful." Bada pushed another finger inside, amazed at how easily Amaia took her.
"You're so good, love, so, sowet. I bet you could take 3 so easily." Amaia looked down at where Bada's hand had disappeared. Their eyes locked and Amaia marvelled at how starved Bada looked. She did not have time to collect her thoughts though, as she grinned
"But I bet I can make you come with just 2."
She began to cissor her, Amaia's head falling back and her hips bucking against her fingers.
Bada's lips were on her again, sucking and tugging gently at the skin. She licked up all her juices, collecting them with her other hand and licked her fingers clean before adding her tongue to her fingers. She was amazed at how smooth the skin was underneath her and pushed as hard as she could until she was almost struggling to breathe.
Amaia felt dizzy from the wet sensation of her tongue, combined with the finger pumping in and out of her. By the time Bada had found her rhythm, Amaia was a panting mess.
She whimpered and pulled as the knot in her stomach grew tighter with each passing minute, but Bada was relentless.
"Bada, please, I can't, I can't, please."
But Bada just sucked harder on her clit. Amaia lifted her thighs to rest them on Bada's shoulders, giving the other even better access. She moaned as the sensations intensified, Bada's slender but long fingers reaching new places inside her.
"That's it love, let go," Bada said in a broken voice, curling her fingers deep inside her.
It was all too much for Amaia, whose vision went white and her breath stopped for a few seconds. She came, squeezing around Bada's fingers, the last bit of slick gushing out, which Bada immediately licked clean. She only stopped when Amaia regained her senses and managed to say
"Too much, s-stop please"
"Sure thing, love," she told Amaia, pushing herself back before kissing her deeply. The girl looked so content, still blushing with beads of sweat at her hairline, and it was the most beautiful thing Bada had ever seen.
"You're the best," Amaia managed to say after catching her breath.
"I'm the lucky one. I take it it was good for you?" Bada asked, looking for any trace of regret or discomfort in the other's eyes.
"How can you even ask that?" Amaia shook her head in disbelief. She kissed her, pouring all her gratitude and love into her, trying to convey the many emotions that were surging through her. As they pulled away, shadow clouded her eyes for a second.
"But you didn't... wait, let me," she sat up a little straighter, trying to return the gesture, feeling as if Bada hadn't been able to enjoy herself.
"Sweetheart, I almost came from watching you alone, there is no need. Plus I didn't take a shower, I'm still sweaty from my class"
Amaia frowned, but Bada looked so happy cuddling up to her that she believed her.
"Actually, I'm going to take a shower now."
"I should too," Amaia laughed openly.
"Join me?"
Amaia just raised her arms and gestured for Bada to pick her up. She pretended that she was only enjoying the princess treatment, but she didn't want to stroke Bada's ego any further by admitting that her legs still felt shaky. In any case, Bada feigned ignorance and happily carried her on her back to the bathroom.
"So can I assume I've cleared all potential misunderstandings?"
Amaia laughed and confirmed "You can consider yourself forgotten indeed".
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Whhoopppps, I blushed writing this