#Bada Lee x Y/N

[luvleyk]

.・。.・゜✭・ Pervert

|CW: G!p Bada x reader, corruption kink, vaginal sex, fingering and a bit of cunnilingus, just Bada being a perv and taking li'l innocent reader's virginity

|A/N: lots of y'all were asking for g!p, perverted, roommate Bada, so here... All in one fic, your welcome 😞 (y'all are wild fr.. But anyway.. I'm spoiling y'all so-)

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Having a roommate has its perks; one, you had someone to have you accompany with. Two, have a share when it comes to rent. And three, hmm... Let's just say... Someone who just wants to entertain themselves by fantasizing you. And that's Bada, your roommate and also your classmates on that one subject in performing arts.

She's a very attentive and nice, maybe that's what you thought about her, based on how she acts when she's around you. But what if? She's different when you're not around? Freaky, delusional and a pervert??

She would imagine you beneath her, your cunt sucking her cock so well, juices dripping on your thighs, you mumbling incoherent words for her.. Mm.. That must be heaven, but not really... Unless she's touching you, for real..

Sometimes, if you're not looking, she would check you out. Memorizing each of your details, from the smell of your hair, your eyes to your curves and thighs. Oh how she's desperate to be squished by those thighs of yours while she's eating you out like a starved person.

She shook her head when she heard you calling out her name and asking something that is related to the subject that you're studying. She would stare at you for a bit before chuckling slightly and teach you a bit about the subject, giving you a recap..

"If you need help with something else.. Just ask.."

She said. Of course she meant otherwise, but you're too naive to understand. And that's what she likes about you. So easy to corrupt, so pure, naive and innocent.. Her cock throbbed at the thought.

Compared to her, you're much more sane if I say so... You're few inches smaller than her, have this bubbly personality and fashion style.. You're just in the vanilla, type.. Said Bada.. While she's just.. In the opposite.

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One night, you came back to the apartment, late due to the school project that you're forced to stay at the library for a few hours just to finish it..

"Unnie... I'm back" you called.. It became a habit to greet each other when you both got home or whatsoever. You saw her get up from the couch to greet you... "There's the little rabbit.. Why so late?" She asked while tilting her head, feigning innocence..

You sighed in response... "I had to finish this one project on history so I got forced to stay in library" you groaned as you take off your shoes and she helped you with your bag..

"Ohh... Project, that kinda sucks" she said and you just nodded as you flopped down on the couch, laying down on your stomach.. She went behind the couch as leaned towards the headboard, looking at you intently, silently checking you out.. Even tho you're wearing a sweater and a tight jeans, she can still see how beautiful your body is. And how badly she wants to hold your hips while fucking you from behind.. "How about you take a rest and forget that li'l project of yours?"

She suggested as you looked up at her.. "Don't worry, I'll help you, yeah?" She added so you just nodded as a response.. You slowly get up from the couch and sit, you watched her walk around it and now facing you.. "So.. You must be tired, li'l rabbit.. Hungry? I cooked dinner for us since I expected for you to go home late" she sits on the floor, in front of you as she gently massages your feet..

"I'm fine.. Not that hungry tho... I'll eat later if I'm hungry.." You replied before a soft hum escaped your lips, when Bada soothe the tensed muscle..

"Hmm.. Alright.."

She continued massaging your feet before glancing up at you, seeing how you look at her with such innocence, makes her riled up with desire..

You two were now watching a movie, you suggested it at first after she's done and she quickly agreed. Maybe because she had plans while you're distract. But in any case. She loves spending her time, with you.

After a while, you're attention was focused on the screen. And for her. She can't take it anymore. She slowly leaned towards you, planting a kiss on your head, to your neck. You shivered in response, as to which she continues. But you quickly stopped her when you realized that she's getting too intimate...

"W.. What are you doing, unnie...?" You stuttered as she smirked before playing with your hair as she leaned a bit more closer... "Y/n-ah... You know how I've been wanting to just taint you, to corrupt you here and there. Until you could only remember was me.." She said, until you're laying flat on the couch. She grabbed you by the ankle, causing you to yelp as she pulled your hips closer to her..

You're grown adult, but when it comes to this sort of things. You're completely clueless, not knowing what to do next... And Bada, was willing to teach you more. "I don't... I don't think this is a good idea—" you shivered as you felt something against your clothed core...

You felt your cheeks burn as you watch her grind her growing arousal against you.. "Fuck..." You heard her cursed... "You know how I've been fantasizing this shit and you're here saying that this isn't a good idea?" She asked as loomed over you.. You suddenly feel a burning sensation between your legs and it felt weird. You gulped as you looked up at her.. "Mmn... Just want to take this li'l rabbit out of its tiny hole.." She muttered. Her gaze was went to your face, down to your body. It made you feel so small... Like a prey that has been caught by the hunter..

A shiver went down your spine, when you felt her calloused hand went under your sweater, squeezing your hips as she leaned down, planting a kiss on your neck before gently nipping it. Making sure that you'll grow sensitive and became a mess before she even fucks you into oblivion..

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You gripped on her hair, tugging on it harshly, whining out a moan as she lap out on your clit as she pushed two digits, spreading it slightly to stretch you out.. "B.. Bada.. —" you gasped as you tried to push her away but she didn't budge... "I.. It feels weird... Stop..."

She hummed as she looked at you with her hooded eyes. She looks so drunk. "Mm... Your body was telling me otherwise, bunny.." She muttered as she licked your cunt like it's a dessert that she's been craving for years... Her eyes rolled as she felt your body arched and moaning against her before letting out a guttural moan in response. She soon stopped as she gets up, positioning herself between your legs...

Your eyes widened when she revealed her huge throbbing cock underneath her sweatpants... The thought of that, being inside of you, made you shivered.. Seeing your reaction made her chuckle... "Mmn... Don't worry, I'll be gentle.." Maybe for a few minutes, once you fully adjusted to her.

"I don't.... Think that would fit..." You muttered, enough for her to hear. You slowly move away from her but she quickly grabbed you by the hips and pulled you closer.. "Don't run away now, we're not even in the most satisfying part.." She said..

You let out a muffled whimper once you feel her rubbing her swollen tip against your entrance before pushing it slowly. A choked up whine, escape your lips as you instinctively arched you back. Tears starts to form as the feeling of her filling your insides, overwhelms you..

A sting feeling started to form as you gripped tightly on couch, muffling a sob when she's fully inside... "Fuck... So tight..." She muttered, rubbing her thumb against your thigh as if she's soothing you... She shushed you, as her other hand went to your cheeks, wiping away the tears that slowly flows down... "I'll move, yeah..? You'll feel so good, don't worry.." She muttered.. You clenched around her as a response and she chuckled.. You jolt up when she started moving in a slow, gentle pace. As much as she wants to fuck you, she had to be gentle since it's your first, and also... Trying to be on your good side, so that she can fuck you again next time.

Her mind becoming daze as her hooded eyes we're focused on how your chest rise and fall heavily, arching your back and your hips bucking. The sight makes her lose all of her self-control. "S... So— fuck... So tight... So good.." She mumbled as her grip on your hips, tightens. She'll fuck you good. That's what her mind keeps reminding her to do. Just you, becoming a mess, moaning her name, and became incoherent...

"B... It feels so weird, unnie" you cried. She quickly shushed you by capturing your lips in hungry kiss. Her hand, that was on your hip went to your leg, slightly lifting it up as she starts to thrust in a fast pace.. The kiss became sloppy, drool starts to drip in your mouth.. Your hands gripped tightly on her shoulder, nails digging through her shirt, causing her to pull away and letting out a guttural moan. Her gaze went down between your thighs, seeing how you suck her cock so well, your warm around around her throbbing cock. She bit her bottom lip, almost harshly, it might get a bruise later. You feel the spongy tip of her cock, hitting the same spot that makes you tremble and cry in pleasure.. Her breath became huffs and puffs, words became incoherent, her vision became hazed, gripping on your thigh, almost tightly as both bodies were blinded by the pleasure..

You clenched around her as you arched your back, as if signalling her that your awfully close.. She let out a muffled moan before chuckling, weakly... "Mm... Close, yeah? Mhm.. 'M too... Me too... Fuck.." She grunted as her thrust became a bit too harsh and deep, seemingly desperate for both of you to cum.

She felt you clenching against her, her balls tightened as listened to your long cries and watches you tremble, as the orgasm courses through you. Heavy breathes escape your mouth as you let out weak sobs while she continues to thrust into you, prolonging your orgasm before she pulled out, resting her cock against your stomach. She trembled slightly as cum starts to stream down from her tip, making a mess. Her hand grip on her cock as she tries to prolong her orgasm, head were tilted up as she let out a sigh before stopping..

Once you gained your composure, you looked up at her, seeing her slowly pulled her sweat pants up as she grabbed a tissue on the coffee table and slowly cleaning the mess on your stomach. You can see a subtle smirk on her face, as if what she did made her proud..

After that, she quickly pulled you for a cuddle, her face were buried against the crook of your neck, leaving a light kisses. You're still dumbfounded at what just happened.. You're still processing everything. You just had sex..! Your mind screamed. Bada noticed your expression which she chuckled. "Did I fuck you good, to the point that you can't process anything?" She asked in a teasing manner.

"You took my—"

"I know. So proud of myself" she said, a hint of cockiness can be heard in her voice. You stared at her in disbelief. "I should clean the couch later... There's a bit of blood on it.." She muttered before nuzzling her face against your neck.. "Should we take a shower? Or maybe another round? You know how I've been wanting to do this?" She started to ramble while leaving some light kisses on your skin.. "I love your moans earlier, tho.. I guess I did good, no? Mmn... Can't believe you made that kind of erotic sound, and it's because of m—"

"Okay shut up..." You said once you quickly pulled away and covered her mouth.. Your cheek reddens when she reminded you of what happened earlier.. She didn't remove your hand and just stare at you with those, hungry eyes.

She felt herself getting hard again. And maybe she can fuck you again, in the bed or maybe in the bathroom.

[ssivinee]

「 Sweet Treat 」

l. bada x f ! reader ✎𓂃 Bada's leading the National Korean Women's soccer team, and their newbie, Nakyoung, has two famous sisters. One Bada has a tiny crush on.

word count ! 2.5 k

author's note ! I know, I know. IT'S BEEN SO LONG. I honestly posted this one on a whim after finishing it tonight. I HAVE LIKE TWO WEEKS LEFT OF SCHOOL and I swear im gonna write more bc I have so many fic planned out and started. BUT how about a small fic for the og wife 🤭. ALSO don't mind the blog and aesthetic changes ok-

The large soccer field practically shimmered beneath the harsh afternoon sun, the kind of weather the players had long grown used to. From a distance, Bada stood sipping from her water bottle, eyes tracking the ball as it was kicked between teammates.

“They’ve been working real hard these past few days,” came a voice from her right. She glanced over to see the coach, arms crossed, watching them as well.

“Well, you were a little harder on them last week,” Bada pointed out with a half-smile, hoping to earn a laugh. “They’ve been coming in extra sore ever since.”

The coach just scoffed, still disappointed in the team after last week. “Maybe if they didn’t spend every other night partying.”

“C’mon, Coach. Cut them some slack. We finished one of our toughest matches not long ago,” Bada tried again, her voice easy, but the older woman just gave her a look.

“You did. But I didn’t hear anything about you going out after. So at least someone still has their priorities straight.”

A frustrated sigh followed. “At least the new girl wasn’t as bad,” the coach muttered under her breath.

Bada set her bottle down and jogged back toward the field, calling over her shoulder, “She’s not one to give in to peer pressure!”

The coach’s laugh was low and amused behind her.

“Was she complaining about us again?” Lusher asked between heavy breaths, collapsing beside you as practice eased up for a moment.

“Yeah. Nothing new,” Bada replied with a shrug.

“I don’t get why she acts like we party every night,” Tatter chimed in, trying to steady her breathing as she stepped beside them.

“Because you were,” Bada said flatly, earning synchronized eye-rolls from her best friends.

“We stopped, though!” they both shouted at the same time, their matching tones causing Bada to snort—and the coach to shoot them a glare from across the field.

“Fifteen-minute break, everyone! I’ve got a phone call,” the coach shouted before jogging off the turf.

The team quickly scattered, many plopping down on the grass with heavy sighs, a few even lying flat on their backs. Bada made her way to her bag, unwrapping a piece of candy and popping it into her mouth. The sugar melted quickly on her tongue, and she hummed at the sweet flavor. She had a soft spot for sweets—it was her favorite little way to calm down.

But as she turned to rejoin the group, her eyes landed on someone unfamiliar approaching the field.

A smaller figure walked across the grass, face mostly hidden behind sunglasses, a black mask, and a cap pulled low. It was suspicious enough to make Bada squint.

“Uh… can I help you?”

“You actually can,” you replied, voice a bit muffled by the mask. “I’m trying to give this to my sister—she left it at home this morning.”

You raised the large water bottle like a peace offering. Bada blinked, trying to piece together the situation while glancing around for context.

“Who’s your sister?”

“Nakyoung.”

Bada’s expression changed in an instant. “Oh.” She turned around and yelled, “Kyoung-ie! Your sister brought your water bottle!”

Nakyoung perked up at once, leaping to her feet. “Unnie!” she called out, practically skipping over to you.

“I can’t believe you came all the way here just to bring this,” she panted, taking the bottle from you with both hands.

“I couldn’t let my dear baby sister pass out from thirst, could I?” you teased, pulling down your mask and sliding your sunglasses to the top of your hat.

Bada froze.

Her eyes widened like she’d just seen a ghost. Or more accurately, a celebrity she never expected to find at a soccer field in Seoul.

Was that—was that Kim Y/n?

Not that it was rare to spot an idol in the city, but you had made such a name for yourself overseas that people barely expected you to still be in Korea, let alone casually show up like this.

“Wait—you’re her sister?!?” Bada practically yelled, voice pitching with disbelief.

“Uhm, yeah?” you said, a little amused by her expression. “You didn’t tell them?” you asked your sister, giving her a look like she’d lost her mind.

Before Nakyoung could respond, Xinyu came barreling toward you, eyes wide with excitement. “Wait! I’m a huge fan!” she gasped, grabbing your hand and shaking it furiously. “Can I get an autograph?”

As Bada watched the interaction, her brain started connecting dots she hadn’t even known existed.

She looked from Nakyoung… to you… then back again.

“Hold on. BIBI is your sister too?!”

You couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out, her shock way too genuine not to find funny.

Nakyoung grinned proudly. “I have the coolest sisters ever!”

“That she does,” came a new voice. You turned your head to see Lusher and Tatter walking over. Tatter reached out, gently patting your sister on the head, a soft smile on her face. “You’re so lucky.”

You glance at the time on your phone and sigh, tugging Nakyoung gently by the sleeve. “Alright, little one, I’ve gotta bounce. This pit stop was just lucky timing—I have a shoot in Gangnam in, like, an hour.”

Nakyoung’s face drops a little. “Already?” She pouts, clutching her water bottle like it were her emotional support plushie. “But wait—wait! You should come to my game this weekend!”

You raise a brow. “Game?”

“It’s a home game! Coach said it’s important, and you’re always working, but… it would be really cool if you could come,” Nakyoung says with a hopeful smile. “Hyungseo-unnie can come too!”

Now that makes you pause.

You tilt your head, pretending to think, though the sight of your youngest sister looking that excited already has you caving. “Alright,” you smirk, “I’ll clear the day. I’ll even drag her out of the studio. You know how she is, always keeping herself busy these days.”

Nakyoung cheers, throwing her arms around your waist in a quick hug. As you're hugging her back, your gaze lifts and meets Bada’s again. She’s still standing there, awkwardly polite, still lowkey starstruck, and you can’t help but smile.

“Thanks, by the way,” you say, addressing the taller girl directly. “For looking out for her. I know she’s a pain sometimes, but she really talks about you a lot. Said you helped her with training the other day?”

Bada’s caught off guard—again. She straightens up a little, rubbing the back of her neck. “Oh—uh, yeah. Just some footwork drills. She’s a fast learner.”

“She better be,” you chuckle. “But really… thanks. Let’s me know she’s in good hands.” You shoot her a sincere smile before turning to Nakyoung and ruffling her hair. “Alright, I’m off. Don’t slack off just because you saw my pretty face today, yeah?”

You throw a wave to the rest of the girls nearby and walk off with a casual coolness, your mask pulled back up and sunglasses sliding into place. The moment you're gone, Bada’s still frozen in place, staring at the spot where you’d just been like she’d seen a ghost—or, more accurately, a goddess.

“Dude…” Lusher walks over, blinking at her. “Did you short-circuit?”

“She definitely short-circuited,” Tatter joins in, nudging Bada’s side with a knowing grin.

“I’m fine,” Bada mutters, but she doesn’t sound too convincing. Her ears are red, and she’s still gripping the wrapping of her candy like it were a stress ball.

“You sure?” Lusher singsongs. “Because it kinda looked like you were about to faint when she thanked you. Should we call the medic?”

“I said I’m fine,” Bada repeats, shaking herself out of the daze before letting out a small breath. “I just… I wanna win this weekend.”

That earns a pause from both Lusher and Tatter. Then the teasing practically writes itself.

“Win in front of her,” Tatter repeats, eyebrows raised high. “Or win her over?”

“Ohhh, that’s what it is,” Lusher snaps her fingers. “You’re trying to score off the field, too.”

“Would you two shut up?” Bada groans, shoving them lightly, but she’s smiling—helplessly, hopelessly smiling. “She’s a gorgeous human, okay? Might as well show off a little.”

Tatter grins. “So you admit it?”

“I’m not saying anything else,” Bada mutters, but her friends are already giggling, and she doesn’t even try to stop them. Not this time.

After all, you weren’t standing in front of her anymore, so admitting it out loud didn’t feel that terrifying.

Well, maybe Bada spoke too soon. Games like this always felt a little terrifying, AND it’s in front of you? 

She almost wanted to curse herself for jinxing the feeling from a few days ago.

The game had already started by the time you and Bibi arrived. Both of you had your masks on, hoods up, hats low—though yours still let a few strands of hair slip out, letting people guess if they stared long enough. But no one was really looking. All eyes were on the field.

Bibi leaned back against the stadium bleachers, legs crossed, arms folded under her hoodie. “You think she’s nervous?”

“Nakyoung? Probably more focused than nervous,” you said with a small grin, scanning the field until you found the familiar headband she always wore during games. “This is her thing.”

And it was. Nakyoung was quick on her feet—literally. It was already the third quarter, and the score was 4-1, her team holding the lead, but not without a fight. The opposing team was hungry, intense, and nearly caught up during the second quarter. Every play felt faster than the last.

But it was Nakyoung’s next move that got the crowd to hold their breath.

She had intercepted a risky pass near midfield, and in one clean, confident motion, she turned, dribbled past two defenders, and launched the ball forward with a low, sharp cross—right into Tatter’s path. Tatter didn’t even hesitate. One touch, bottom right corner.

Goal.

The crowd roared. Tatter’s fist pumped toward the sky, and Nakyoung threw her arms around her teammate in celebration. Her face lit up with a wide, blinding grin as she turned toward the stands—and spotted you.

She waved with both arms, full body rocking side to side like a kindergartener on sugar. You laughed under your mask, nudging Bibi. “God, she’s such a dork.”

“She’s our dork,” Bibi murmured, barely looking up. “She’s grown, though. That pass? Clean.”

“She’s been practicing with Bada,” you said. “It shows.”

And as if summoned, Bada’s gaze flicked to the bleachers too, searching—until it landed on you. You waved, subtle but enough for her to know you saw her. Her eyes widened for a second, then softened.

Back on the field, the energy had changed, and the game was quickly picking up its pace. The other team was pushing harder now, forcing Bada’s team to play smart. No mistakes were allowed.

When the whistle blew to signal the end of the third quarter, the players jogged off to the sidelines. Water bottles were passed around, and coaches spoke in clipped, sharp tones.

But Bada? Bada was quiet, towel slung over her shoulders, one knee up on the bench as she stared out at the field like she was solving an equation.

Lusher nudged her. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Bada said, almost in a daze. “I’ve got something.”

The coach raised a brow when Bada slid into the huddle with a plan, scribbling something quick on the whiteboard. No one questioned her. She was the star player and their captain for a reason.

So then it marked the final quarter, and the fans were on edge. The opposing team got more physical, more aggressive. It was a miracle they didn’t get a card for that slide tackle. But Bada stayed calm and waited for her moment.

Then it came. A slight misstep from the other team, and Bada took the chance.

She stole the ball just past midfield and sprinted, weaving past defenders like they were cones. One fake after another, then following up with a spin that left the last girl reaching for nothing but air. And then—

From what looked like an impossible angle just outside the box, she shot.

It curved, kissed the top crossbar, and dipped straight into the back of the net. The whistle shrieked, with the crowd exploding at the insane goal.

Bada just stood there for a moment, chest heaving, sweat dripping down her jawline. Her teammates swarmed her, but her eyes drifted to the stands again.

You were already on your feet, clapping like crazy.

Bibi didn’t show much emotion, but even she looked mildly impressed. “Okay. That was sick.”

“She’s showing off,” you murmured under your breath, the edge of your mask twitching into a grin.

The players hit the locker rooms after, the field slowly clearing out. You leaned against the chain-link fence with Bibi beside you, both of you waiting.

“I thought we were meeting her at the front,” Bibi said, glancing at her phone.

“She asked me to meet her here,” you replied, eyes still scanning. “She’ll come out the back with her team.”

You didn’t have to wait long, but Bibi said she’d rather wait in the car instead.

Bada was the first one out, hair damp and messy from the quick shower, jersey traded out for a plain oversized hoodie. What caught your eye wasn’t even the clothes—it was the lollipop she was sucking on.

She slowed when she saw you, hand slipping the candy from her mouth as she approached.

“Are you out here waiting for me?” she asked, teasing, though her tone was soft.

“Not you,” you deadpanned, nodding behind her. “Nakyoung. But hey, congrats on the game. That last goal was disgusting.”

Bada laughed, the nervous kind that edged on shy. “Disgusting in a good way, right?”

“The best way,” you said, eyes catching on the lollipop in her hand. “Is that… is that lemon-mint?”

Her brows raised. “Yeah—how’d you know?”

“It’s my favorite.”

Bada blinked like she was processing that you were a real person with things like preferences. Then she held the candy in her mouth and dug into her duffle bag without a word, giving you a fresh, unopened lollipop. “Take it.”

You caught it easily, smiling behind your mask. “Bribing me with candy?”

“Maybe,” she said, then hesitated—just for a second. Then she added, “Actually…”

She stepped a little closer, close enough that you could smell the scent of her freshly sprayed perfume, even with the strong peppermint scent of the lollipop she wasn’t currently eating.

“I know you’re busy. And probably surrounded by people all the time. But…” Bada shifted the lollipop to the other hand. “Do you wanna go out sometime?”

Your heart definitely stuttered at that.

You blinked, caught off guard, not by the question itself, but the way she asked it—so chill, but you could tell it took a lot to say it out loud. There was no cockiness behind it, just quiet hope.

You pulled your mask down slightly so she could see your smile. “That was smooth. You rehearsed that?”

“Only, like… for the past few days,” she admitted with a breathy laugh.

“Well…” You glanced down at the lollipop in your hand, twirling it once between your fingers before looking back up at her. “Guess I kinda have to say yes. Would be rude not to after getting free candy.”

Bada’s face lit up like she just scored again.

“I’ll text Nakyoung,” you added. “She’ll probably scream.”

“Honestly,” Bada said, popping the lollipop back in her mouth and grinning around it, “I would too.”

[pinkcelestialstar]

y/n needy MUAHHAHAHA just that. cook.

Wrote this when I should be studying >_<...

✧*̥˚ ₜᵢₚₛy, bᵤₜ ₙₒₜ ₜₕₐₜ ₜᵢₚₛy *̥˚✧

Warnings: Shameless smut. Gp. Bada's mom hearing you call her weird names. Needy reader also drunk.

Tripping over your feet your friend was walking you to Bada's place since she knows you're gonna be a mess if left alone at your apartment this drunk. She uses the spare key from you and helps you in.

You were loud as ever. Worse now that drunk, "Where's my sexy bitch who's dick I ride every night?" You yell in a not-so-ladylike way.

Bada's mom overhears this from the living room, her eyes widening in shock as she recognizes the voice of her daughter's girlfriend. Bada, sitting on the couch, looks up at her mom with a calm expression, already used to her girlfriend's drunk antics.

"WHERE IS THAT PUSSY EATER?!" You continue whining, calling for Bada.

Bada's mom raises an eyebrow, setting down her tea cup. Bada finally gets up from the couch, going to see what the commotion is about. She finds you drunkenly stumbling around the entrance.

She walks over to you calmly, placing a hand on your shoulder to steady you. "Shh, not so loud," she says softly, glancing back at her mom who is now standing in the doorway to the living room. "Mom's home, remember?"

Your eyes light up seeing Bada, "Aww, it's my baby!" You throw yourself to her.

Bada catches you effortlessly in her strong arms, chuckling softly despite the awkward situation. "Yep, it's me." she coos playfully, shooting a reassuring glance toward her mom who looks relieved to see Bada handling it calmly.

"I'm sorry, Mom." You bow to her and apologize for your vulgar words while trying to keep yourself steady.

Bada's mom lets out a slight chuckle at your drunken apology, adjusting her glasses. "No apologies needed, sweetheart. Would you like some water? You seem... quite tipsy." She exchanges a knowing look with Bada, both amused but slightly embarrassed.

You whine and snuggle into Bada's chest, "she got drunk after playing truth or dare with our friends" Your friend who brought you here said.

Bada's mom tries not to laugh. "I see. Well, it seems like you all had quite the eventful night," she said, turning to Bada. "Why don't you help her to the bedroom and get her some water?"

As your friend leaves, you whine again and look up at Bada "Carry me, I don't wanna walk"

Bada smirks down at you, shaking her head slightly with amusement. Without hesitation, she leans down and scoops you up bridal style, holding you securely against her chest. "Of course, my little drunk" she whispers softly, careful to position your head so you're not dizzy.

As she carries you to the bedroom, she shoots a playful glance back at her mom. "Night, Mom." Her mom smiles and shakes her head slightly, amused by the whole situation. Once in the bedroom, she kicks the door shut gently with her foot and lays you down on the bed carefully.

"I feel dizzy," you say, slightly slurring.

She chuckles softly, sitting down beside you on the bed and stroking your hair gently. "I know, sweetheart. That's why I carried you." She reaches over to grab a glass of water from the bedside table and holds it to your lips. "Here, drink a little."

You take small sips of water, the cool liquid soothing your dry throat. Bada sets the glass back on the table and leans down, gently pulling your heels off and setting them aside. She then begins to take off your dress, her touch gentle and caring.

You squirm "take it off soon, it's hot"

Bada chuckles at your squirming, her fingers working quickly to remove the rest of your dress. She helps you wiggle out of the dress completely, leaving you in your underwear. "Arms up,"

You obediently raise your arms as she helps you into a oversized t-shirt, chuckling at your current state. Her strong hands trace your waistline as she adjusts the shirt, ensuring you're comfortable. Then she notices your messy hair and begins to gently detangle it with her fingers.

You snuggle into her as you get a little sober.

Bada wraps her arms around you protectively as you snuggle against her chest, inhaling your faint scent of alcohol and vanilla. She can feel you slowly becoming more sober, your whines turning into soft mumbles against her shirt.

"You know one of my guy friends made fun of how tall you are," you mumble.

Bada's eyebrows furrow slightly, her arms tightening around you. "Mmhmm," she murmurs, waiting for you to continue. She remembers you getting defensive whenever your friends mentioned her height, but she never asked for the specifics. "And what did you do?"

"I said, atleast she has a bigger dick than you" you say casually as you snuggle into her chest.

She throws her head back with a hearty laugh, her chest rumbling underneath you. "Leave it to you to settle an argument with dick size," she teases, still chuckling. Her hands playfully squeeze your sides.

"He was so embarrassed when I said that, he kept fumbling and sat back in his place"

Bada's grin widens as she imagines the scene in her mind, the guy getting flustered and retreating under your confident remark. She leans down and presses a proud kiss against your forehead. "That's my girl," she murmurs softly, feeling warm and content with the situation.

You squirm as you try to get more closer to her if that's even possible.

Her heart skips a beat at your whine, her arms automatically tightening around you. She shifts slightly, lying down on the bed and pulling you on top of her so you can be as close as possible. Her large hand rests on the small of your back, keeping you pressed against her.

She chuckles softly as you fumble atop her, clearly still a bit tipsy despite sobering up. She adjusts her position, rolling slightly to drape you fully over her frame. Her strong arms envelop you cocoon-like, one hand lazily stroking your hair.

She continues to stroke your hair, a small smile playing on her lips as she watches you try to burrow closer. Her hand gradually moves to trace soothing patterns on your bare thigh, just below where the oversized t-shirt ends.

"I need dick" you whine and look up, asking out of the blue.

She chokes on air for a second before chuckling, a smirk playing on her lips. She knows you're still tipsy and that you both have a rule about not having sex when either of you is drunk. "Is that so?" she teases gently, her hand continuing to stroke your thigh.

You nod, "I need it!"

Bada's smirk widens as she shakes her head, amused by your drunken insistence. She taps your nose playfully with her fingertip. "Too bad. Remember our rule? No drunk sex." Her tone is teasing but firm, making it clear she won't budge on this.

You whine more as you snuggle her chest again "You're so meannnnnn"

She chuckles at your whiny complaint, pulling you closer and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "I'm not being mean, I'm being responsible," she corrects gently. Her large hand resumes its slow strokes on your back, soothing you back to sleepiness.

"Meanie....giantess meanie...i hate you...." you keep mumbling as you fall asleep real quick.

Bada sighs in amusement, shaking her head as she listens to your sleepily insulting her. "Good night to you too, sweetheart," she murmurs softly to herself. She continues to pet you gently until she's sure you're sound asleep, her own eyes drifting closed soon after.

After a few hours, you woke up, poking her abs with a finger, still whining and as you rub your head on her cheek.

Bada stirs slightly, a small smirk forming on her lips as she feels your head rubbing against her cheek like a kitten seeking affection. "Mmm, what's the matter now, shortstuff?" she murmurs drowsily, her abs tensing instinctively under your pokes.

"I need dick" you plead.

She bursts into quiet laughter, shaking her head in amused disbelief at your persistent drunken request from hours ago, now reignited as you slowly wake up. She gazes down at you with a smirking glint in her eyes. "Didn't I already tell you no?"

"I'm not drunk, I'm completely sober now." You quickly get off the bed and try to walk in a straight line to prove it. "See?"

She watches you carefully as you walk, her lips twitching with amusement at your exaggerated attempt to prove your sobriety. She props herself up on one elbow, her other hand covering her mouth to hide her growing smile. "Okay, okay, I see. You're sober now,"

You jump a little, excited "now can I have it?"

Bada throws her head back with laughter, her body shaking slightly with amusement. "Where the hell did you learn to ask for things like that?" She wipes mock tears from the corner of her eyes. "And yes, you little pervert," she adds with a smirk, spreading her legs slightly.

As soon as you see her spreading her legs, you see that she's wearing a pair of boxers, the fabric tenting slightly in the middle. She taps her fingers on her thighs, beckoning you closer. "Come here,"

"Yay!!" You quickly jump on the bed.

Bada's eyes widen slightly at your enthusiastic jump, her hands instinctively reaching out to catch you. She chuckles as you land on top of her, your body pressing against her now obvious bulge. "Easy there, eager beaver," she teases, wrapping her arms around you.

She shifts slightly, allowing you to feel her bulge more prominently. She smirks as she sees your eyes widen with excitement. "Someone's happy," she teases, rocking her hips gently to press against you. "You want this dick, baby?"

You nod frantically.

She laughs at your eager response, her hands roaming your back possessively. She leans down to capture your lips in a heated kiss, her tongue pushing into your mouth aggressively. Her hands slide down to grab your ass, pulling you even closer as she rocks her hips slowly.

You whimper against her lips.

Bada pulls back from the kiss, her breathing heavy and lips curled in a satisfied smirk. "Someone's already making those cute little whimpers," she teases, giving your ass a playful slap. She rolls her hips again, letting you feel the growing hardness straining against her boxers.

Without breaking eye contact, bada reaches down and hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her boxers. She slowly pulls them down, revealing her erect penis inch by inch, relishing the hungry look on your face as you watch it spring free, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.

You immediately grind yourself on her through your panties.

Bada lets out a low groan, her hips bucking slightly as you grind against her. "Fuck, that's hot," she growls, her hands gripping your ass tighter. She can feel the heat and wetness through your panties, and it makes her dick throb even harder.

"Inside....please...need you" you ask breathlessly.

Her breath catches in her throat as she hears your pleading whimper. Without another word, she swiftly hooks her fingers under your panties and pulls them down, then immediately grabs her dick to position it at your entrance. She holds your hips firmly. "Look at me,"

Bada maintains intense eye contact as she slowly pushes her cock inside you, inch by thick inch. She watches your face closely, gauging your reaction, her full lips parted slightly in concentration. Once she's fully sheathed, she pauses, giving you time to adjust. "How's that?"

"ngh...yes ahh"

Bada smirks with satisfaction at your pleasured moan, her own breath quickening. She begins to move slowly, her hips rolling in deep sensual thrusts. Her hands roam your body possessively, squeezing and caressing every curve. "That's it, take this dick,"

"Ahh....bada....!!"

Her name leaving your lips in a breathless cry spurs her on, making her thrust harder and deeper. She wraps one powerful arm around your waist, lifting you higher onto her lap as she continues to fill you completely. She nuzzles her face against yours, inhaling your scent deeply.

The room fills with your loud moans, making her throb inside you. "Goddamn," she growls softly, spreading your thighs wider apart. She watches herself disappear inside you again and again, the sight making her even harder. Her thumb finds your clit easily, rubbing tight circles.

You cry and twitch in pleasure, clasping her dick tight.

Bada hisses through gritted teeth as she feels you convulse around her, pulling her deep inside you like a vice. "Look at me," she demands, her voice hoarse. She can feel you getting tighter and tighter around her, threatening to make her cum already.

Your glazed eyes looking in hers as you ride her.

Your breasts jump slightly with each movement, making her mouth water. She growls softly, her hips bucking up to meet your downward thrusts.

Bada's large hands grip your hips tightly, guiding your movements as you bounce energetically on her dick. She leans forward, pulling the oversized shirt over your head and tossing it somewhere before she captures one of your nipples between her lips, flicking it with her tongue. "Fuck, just like that,"

You whimper and moan loud.

Your loud whimpers and the sensation of your body bouncing on her dick is driving bada crazy. She can feel her own release building up quickly. Her movements become more urgent, her hands gripping your hips almost painfully as she thrusts up into you fast. "I'm gonna..."

Her eyes roll back slightly at the tight flutter around her dick, a deep groan erupting from her throat. "Fuck, baby... you're gonna make me cum..." She manages to say through gritted teeth, one hand moving to your clit again. "Come with me, okay?"

With a final, deep thrust, she lets out a loud, feral growl, spilling hot seed deep inside you. The sensation of her warm release triggers your own orgasm, causing your entire body to shake as you clamp down tight around her pulsating dick. "Good girl..."

You bury your face in her neck as you cry.

Bada wraps her arms around you, holding you tightly against her. She can feel your body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure, and it makes her smile softly. She presses gentle kisses to your neck and shoulders, soothing you. "Shh, it's okay baby,"

You eventually just fall asleep with her inside you.

Your peaceful sleep makes her smile softly. She adjusts her position slightly to get more comfortable, her semi-hard dick still buried deep inside you. She carefully pulls a blanket over you both, tucking you in closer.

She drifts off to sleep with you, her protective arms wrapped tightly around your frame. Even in her sleep she's nuzzling into your neck occasionally. The two of you remain intertwined, her dick slowly softening but remaining inside you as the night wears on.

You wake up slowly, your body deliciously sore. You wince slightly as you stretch, only to freeze when you realize there's something thick and hard still inside you. You remember the night before and look down between your bodies. You're still impaled on bada's semi-hard dick.

"Bada!!! Why is this inside me?!"

Bada stirs groggily at your outburst, a lazy smirk spreading across her face as she looks down between your bodies, realizing the situation. "Well, good morning to you too," she chuckles softly, her hips giving a small experimental roll, letting you feel her hardness fully.

Your breath catches as you then slap her shoulder.

She laughs heartily, catching your arm as it comes down for another slap, pulling you into her chest instead. "You're the one who fell asleep on top of me with my dick inside you," she teases, flexing her hips slightly, making you wince again.

"Ah....well I guess I did- ngh!"

She smirks playfully, watching your face contort in pleasure as she slowly begins to move her hips, her thick morning wood sliding along your still sensitive walls. Her hands grasp your backside, spreading your cheeks wide as she moves in and out lazily.

"Ahh...bada!! Anyways, What happened last night?" You try to ask with steady voice.

She lets out a low chuckle, the vibrations rumbling through her chest and into you. "You don't remember?" she asks, her pace still slow and steady, her dick hitting all the right spots. "You were drunk off your ass. Your friend dropped you; you kept talking about my dick and how I ate your pussy, in front of my mom, and later, when you were in my bed, you kept asking me for dick, and after that, you remember. Oh and you were really loud, I guess Mom might have heard us"

"Ahhhhh!!" You scream in a high pitched tone, hiding your face in your hands.

Bada burst into loud laughter, her shoulders shaking beneath you. "Yeah, that's right. You screamed for my dick loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear,"

"Also..." She grins again, watching your face closely. "You get really needy when you're drunk. Like really needy. You kept whining that you're horny and that you wanna ride my dick." She laughs softly, spreading your thighs wider with her knees.

You slap her arm in embarrassment.

"Mom must be waiting outside to tease us, considering how loud you were." She teases.

"Also you know you were saying-" you shut her up by placing your hand on her mouth not wanting to hear all the embarrassing things you did yesterday.

She laughs against your palm, still moving in and out of you at ease.

"Now keep that mouth shut and just use your hips. And to your mom, I'm blaming you. It was all your fault-" she cuts you off with a hard thrust.

Is it just me obsessed with how tall she is😩🫠? The first thing I wanna do seeing her is stand next to her and compare our heights😭. Why is she so gorgeous 😩😩?

[forbebeandjam]

CEO BADA WITH HER NEW PHOTOS HAHAHAHHAHA GOSH SHE’S SO DAMNN FINE!!! maybe a smut? 🌚🌚🌚🌚

Housekeeping | Bada Lee x Fem Reader | 21+

Summary: CEO Bada Lee and her house keeper have a secret in common but they keep it hidden until a home issue that pushes them to the edge.

Word count: 2.0k

Warnings: mastrb-, fingering, eating out, home wrecking??? (Not really lol… idek) MNDI

READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED

A/N: dear anon, I’m so sorry for taking so long to write this but I do hope you guys enjoy it!! Love you so much and thank you to @jellysaidshit for helping with the title!! ♡

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You walk around the room, carefully dusting off your boss's trophies and art. You softly caress the marble trophy to ensure it's spotless. Perfect. 

It had been almost two years since you started working for the Lee couple. At first, you felt awkward and weird, but as the days passed, you got used to being there. The husband was somewhat kind, and he would work from home. 

The lady was out-of-this-world sweet and caring. She offered to let you live there to make things easier for you, and even paid for your college tuition when you told her you wanted to finish your career. 

She was always so down-to-earth despite being such a powerful CEO. She didn't have a big house or a thousand maids. She didn't yell at her husband or ignore you. There was not a single negative thing you could say about her. 

As you walked to the chair at her desk, you noticed how comfortable it looked. Curiosity got the best of you, and you sat down. It truly was comfortable. You smiled as you felt relief, but the sound of the loud doorbell interrupted your peace. 

You ran downstairs and opened the door. 

"Ms. Lee, you should've told me, and I'd have gotten them out of the car. Here, let me help," you said, and you tried to take the box from her hands. 

"Oh, don't mind that. Why would I bother you if I can do it myself?" she said and took the box to the dining table. 

"Where is my husband?" she asked. You stuttered. 

"He is in his room. He's been there all day. I offered him breakfast and lunch, but he made me take it to his room." You said as you fiddled with your fingers. He always made you uncomfortable, but you didn't say anything for fear of losing your job. 

"Did he now?" she said as she looked towards the hall. 

"Well, I have something for you," she said and ripped the box open. 

"This is the new clothing collection. We collaborated with Disney, and the clothes looked super cute. I want you to have this," she said as she placed a stack of neatly folded and packaged clothes. 

"Oh, Ms. Lee! You shouldn't have. They are beautiful," you said as you looked at the clothes. 

"I'm glad you liked them. And call me Bada. We've been over this," she said. You nodded.

"I have to finish cleaning now, but thank you for everything," you said. After a few minutes, you could hear shouts. You froze in your spot. The yelling was clear. 

Bada was yelling at her husband. He was yelling back, calling her names and cursing. 

"Don't you ever call her into your filthy room again. I told you we didn't need a housekeeper, and now you want her to do everything for you." 

"Whatever. You're just insecure and jealous of the pretty girl, aren't you?" A loud slap was heard.

You walked away when you heard the shouting come to a halt.

-

The next few days were the same. The fighting and arguing were constant each day, and Mr. Lee seemed to be working in person now, since he would spend more time outside of the house. 

You, of course, minded your business and did what you were meant to do, but every day you'd see Bada sit on the couch sipping on her wine and reading. She sat there, legs wide open, with an unbuttoned blouse. 

You couldn't help but let your thoughts wander, causing very inappropriate images to play in your mind. Thoughts like straddling her, making out with her, or even having her on top of you.  

These thoughts would lead you to self-pleasure, late at night, alone in your room. You tried your best to muffle your moans, but you couldn't help but moan her name softly as you touched your nipples and pressed your fingers against your clit, imagining it was her hand doing so.

-

A few days passed. It was their anniversary, so you did what was instructed for their special day. You made a nice meal, cleaned the dining room, and set up candles. You selected Bada's favorite wine and made sure everything was perfect. 

Even your clothing choice was perfect. A flowy white dress with corset spaghetti straps that hugged your figure at the top. 

While you were adding the finishing touches to the food, Mr. Lee began descending the stairs. His eyes were glued on you. 

"Wow... what's the occasion?" he asked as we walked behind you. 

"You should know, Sir," you said coldly, trying to back away from him. 

"I don't like your attitude. Tell my wife I won't be back home today, and I want you gone from this house tomorrow morning, you got that?" he said, grabbing your arm. 

You didn't say anything and just glared at him. He scoffed before walking out the door. You took a deep breath of relief and sat down. 

A few minutes later, Bada walked through the door. 

"Hi, Y/N. How was your day today?" she asked softly, walking behind you to see what you were doing. 

"Um... it... It was great. I am just finishing the touches on your dinner," you replied. 

"Oh, let me help," she took off her blazer and rolled up her already short sleeves. Her muscles were now exposed, making you go crazy. 

"No, it's fine. It's your wedding anniversary today, and everything is ready," you said, trying to push the thoughts away. 

"Oh, that's today? I'll go get Mr. Lee then," she said as she began walking towards the stairs. 

"Mr. Lee said he wouldn't be home tonight. I also understand that I am being let go, but can I please get a few more days?" you said as you fiddled with your fingers.

"What do you mean?" she asked. 

"Well, Mr. Lee said that I should be gone by tomorrow morning, and I am sorry to say this, but I heard you tell him you never intended to hire me, so I understand. But I need a few days to find another place. Please, Ms. Lee," she sighed and moved closer to you. 

"Darling, I am not firing you. You have a home here for as long as you want to. Don't pay any mind to what he says. The reason why I got so upset that day is because I-" She stopped and looked away, feeling ashamed by her thoughts. 

"I just... gosh, why am I like this? I didn't want him to touch you or even breathe near you because I got jealous... of him. I wanted to be the one you looked at and greeted when I got home. I didn't want him to hurt you in any way. Please don't take things the wrong way. I just really like you. A lot," she said. Her cheeks turned a soft shade of pink. 

Soon enough, your emotions took over, and you pecked her on the lips. Too shy to do anything, you tried to hide away, but she pulled you back. 

You two shared a passionate kiss as she picked you up and sat you on the counter. Never breaking the kiss, her hands roamed your body, and yours rested on her neck, pulling her closer for a deeper kiss. 

After a few minutes, you two broke the kiss to gasp for air, and she smiled. 

"I'm sorry, but I've been waiting to do that for so long," she said as she looked away. You used your hands to cup her face, locking eyes with her. 

"Bada, I wanted this as much as you did. Please take me," you said. Your tone was now lower and more seductive.

She didn't hesitate to remove your clothes and slowly made her way down, kissing your tummy slowly until she made it to your core. 

She softly kissed your core and began licking and sucking on your bud. Your legs rested on her shoulders, and your hand was now tangled in her soft hair. Soft moans escaped your lips as she moved her tongue in such a magical way. 

"Was it what you imagined, darling?" she asked. Your face got flustered as you saw how wet her lips and chin were. You didn't realize you were that needy for her. 

"You... you've heard me?" you asked. Now, you were shyly looking away. 

"All of those nights... you were calling my name," she used her long and slim fingers to rub on your clit. Your wetness created a heavenly feeling, as it allowed her fingers to move more easily. 

"I thought it was all part of my imagination. Now, I know how needy you were for me. Look at this, sweetheart," she lifted her fingers, displaying the slick from your folds. 

"Bada, stop that... It's embarrassing," you said. She chuckled and slowly began moving her fingers inside of you. The feeling was better than ever as her thumb circulated your clit. 

"mmh, Bada... ah, yes. Mh more. Bada, please." You moaned. You could hear her soft grunts and profanity as she buried her face on your boobs. 

"So pretty. I love you so much," she said, making your tummy do flips with those simple words. You came all over her fingers.

"Good girl. You did so well, baby," she said as she kissed your lips. She waited till you came down from your orgasm to help you down. She cleaned you up and fixed the kitchen. Then she took you to her room and got in bed with you, cuddling you closer. 

"Please don't leave me," you mumbled as sleep took you in its arms. 

"Wouldn't think of it, darling," she kissed your head before you went to sleep. 

-

The following morning, you woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon. You blushed and smiled at last night's memories. As you walked down the stairs in one of her night gowns, you stopped when you saw Bada leaning on the counter where she had made you see the stars. 

But Mr. Lee was sitting right across from her. His collar was wrinkled, there were pinkish wine stains on his shirt, and his hair looked messed up. 

You were about to make your way back up and hide, but Bada saw you and smiled. 

"My love. Come, I made breakfast," she said as she walked towards you. She held your hand and kissed it softly before pulling you towards the counter. You were scared of his reaction. Your eyes were glued on him out of fear, but Bada held your jaw and planted a deep kiss on your lips. 

"What is this?" he asked in a soft voice as he drank water. 

"Do you want some fruit?" she asked, and you nodded. 

"WHAT IS THIS!? I am being disrespected in my own house!" he shouted, and you jumped. 

"Your house? Don't make me laugh. You don't have any money, you bum. Your mom somehow managed to trick my parents, thinking you were a good match for me, thinking you could take some of my money. Well, guess what? I want a divorce," Bada said. 

"Whatever. It's not like you ever gave me what I needed. No love, sex, or anything that benefited me. So sure, I'll sign the divorce. But I want half of everything," he said. You stood there motionless and shocked. 

"You moron. You signed a Prenup. Take your things and go, and I want you gone from this house tomorrow morning, you got that?" She used the same words he used on you. 

"Crazy bitch! You will pay for that!" he shouted and stormed out of the house. 

"Bada..." you said as you held her shirt. 

"Shh. It's going to be okay, sweet girl. Don't worry about a thing," she hugged you tightly, and you finally felt the sense of safety you longed for. In Bada's arms.

Thank you for reading 🩵

[vlhsk]

I Saw You in the Crowd

Bada Lee x Reader

Summary: A fan attends multiple BEBE fansigns. Bada begins to notice her and connects through Instagram. Their teasing messages soon spiral into something hotter and much more intimate once they’re alone.

Warnings: Gl smut, explicit language, sexting, strap-on, scissoring, idol/fan dynamic.

A/N: This is my first time writing anything GL. I wanted to explore a buildup full of tension, attraction, and heat. Hope you enjoy this fantasy as much as I did writing it.

3,950 Words

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I Saw You in the Crowd

The first time felt like coincidence or at least, that’s what she told herself. She was seated third row at a BEBE fansign, heart racing, palms slightly shaking. When her turn came, Bada looked right at her and smiled, just a little off to the side. —“What a pretty smile, sweetheart”— the dancer said as she signed her poster. Their hands brushed, just for a second, but the heat from that contact lingered long after the event was over.

She went to the next fansign without hesitation. This time, a different hairstyle, something bolder. When she walked up to the table, Bada raised an eyebrow as if she’d expected her. —“Weren’t you at the last one?”— she asked, voice low and intimate. —“Maybe”— she replied, though her heart was punching through her ribs. —“I like your vibe. Hope I see you again”—. And then, that grin. The one that lived rent-free in her head every night before sleep.

By the third fansign, things had shifted. Bada spotted her from the crowd and gave her a small nod. When she reached the table, Bada didn’t wait. —“So you’re officially a regular, huh?”—. —“Depends is it worth it just to see you?”—. Bada chuckled, leaning in while signing. This time, she scribbled something different: *«DM me if you’re into more than stares. —B»*She thought it was a joke—until she got home and saw the notification: @badalee__ had followed her. And sent her a message. —“You look even hotter in your stories. Do you always dance like that, or just to tease me?”—

They talked daily after that. At first, it was casual jokes, choreography tips, a few selfies. But soon, the tone changed. Bada dropped fire emojis on her dance clips, started to flirt openly. —“Let me see that new crop top… for science”—. She played along, at first shy, then bolder. She sent clips of her dancing seductively, biting her lip, knowing full well who was watching.Bada didn’t hold back. —“Look at me and say you don’t want this”— came with a sweaty mirror selfie in low-rise pants and a sports bra. Things only escalated. —“What if I don’t want to resist?”— —“Then come do something about it, sweetheart”—. She replied with a photo—herself on the bed, oversized tee, no pants, legs tucked up. —“I’d get on my knees if you asked, baby”—. —“You will. And more than that”— Bada answered.

That was the match to the flame.Weeks passed in a haze of late night voice notes, flirty selfies, and teasing audio clips that turned downright filthy. Until one message changed everything. —“I’m in your city for two days. I want to see you. Just us”—. She didn’t even hesitate.

The dance studio was bigger than expected—high ceilings, walls lined with mirrors, and a soft amber light that made everything feel dreamlike. She stepped inside, hands cold, heart hammering. A few moments later, Bada appeared from the back, water bottle in hand, her hair loose, wearing a fitted two-piece set that outlined every inch of her figure. —“You came”— Bada smiled, like it was no big deal, like she didn’t already own every single one of her thoughts.—“Didn’t want to keep you waiting”— she replied, trying to sound cool. Her voice gave her away. Bada stepped closer, calm and steady, like she already knew resistance was pointless. Her eyes scanned her slowly, shamelessly, and she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with gentle fingers. —“You’re even prettier in person… but I already knew that”— she murmured, her voice soft and personal.She smiled, unsure of what to say.

Bada’s eyes didn’t leave hers. It was as if she could see every dirty thought that had passed through her head for the last month. —“Why did you really ask me to come here?”— she asked. —“Want the truth?”— Bada stepped close, almost chest to chest. —“Because I’ve been thinking about you. About your body. The way you move. The way you stare at me like you’re starving but don’t dare say it”—. Her breath grazed her neck. No contact yet—but the tension coiled tighter than any touch.—“What if I just came to dance?”— she whispered, teasing. Bada’s smile was slow, wolfish. —“Then dance for me, baby. Make me feel all the things you’ve been scared to text”—.She turned the speaker on—something slow, sultry. Then stepped back. So she danced. Slow at first, swaying with the beat. Her hips rolled, arms lifted, head tilted back just enough to let her eyes stay on Bada the whole time. Every step, every spin, every bend was silent seduction.—“Yes… keep your eyes on me while you do it”— Bada murmured, not even moving. Mid-spin, Bada caught her waist, stopping her. The music kept playing. Neither of them noticed anymore. —“I’ve seen you dance on video, cutie… but up close like this? Makes me wanna do things that definitely aren’t PG”—.She gasped— —“What’re you gonna do now that no one’s watching?”— Bada pushed her gently against the mirror, hands around her waist, body hovering but not touching. —“Whatever you let me do, baby… and I really hope you let me”—.

Then the kiss. Deep, slow, burning. No turning back.Bada kissed her like a hunger finally fed. Their clothes disappeared one piece at a time, breath by breath. Bada kissed her neck, her collarbone, and her chest, whispering —“You taste even better than I imagined, sweetheart”—. She moaned, trembling, thighs slick with need. Bada eased her down onto a thick mat, opening her bag to pull out a sleek black strap-on and harness.—“Do you trust me, baby?”— —“Yes. Make me yours”—.

Fingers came first. Tongue next. Slow, wet, patient. Every moan was devoured like praise. —“So wet for me already… and we’re just getting started”—.She slid the strap-on in carefully. The first push made her arch. The second pulled a breathy —“Fuck, yes”— from her lips. —“Look at you, taking all of it just for me”—. Bada rocked into her slowly, gripping her waist, murmuring filth between gritted teeth, watching her melt. Her moans filled the room, echoing against the mirrors.Then, Bada flipped her on top. —“Ride me, baby. Show me what those hips were made for”—. She rode with abandon, gasping, chasing every inch. —“Don’t stop… fuck, Bada”—. —“You like being my good girl, huh, baby?”— She nodded, crying out again, body clenching.When her climax hit, it stole her breath, vision fuzzy. But Bada wasn’t done yet. —“Wanna try something else?”— She nodded again, boneless.

They slipped into a soft scissoring rhythm. Legs tangled, slick skin pressing. Bada moaned with her, gasping as they rocked, clits rubbing until the friction tore one final orgasm from both of them at once.After, they laid there in sweat and warmth, hearts still racing. Bada kissed her shoulder, murmuring —“You know what I love?, That out of all the girls, you picked me”—. She smiled, fingers trailing down her spine. —“And I’d pick you again every damn time”—.

[urlovebot]

me personally i love when fics go in detail about how the top gets lost in giving their partner pleasure so i give you my take on this but in bada form. enjoy!

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shes got you laying down on your back, shes between your legs, leaning back onto one hand as the other presses down on your stomach. the way you clutch the sheets between your fingers, the way tears are rolling down your cheeks, nose red and lips puffy. loud whines slipping out of you, begging her to go faster, slow down, go deeper.

she wants nothing more than to make you feel good; hit it just right. see your eyes roll, drool slip out of your mouth. its then that she starts to lose it. she's the one doing this to you, making you feel so good that you can't think straight. its the way she languidly rolls her hips into you, she presses down on your stomach to make you feel it more.

it makes her chest tight when she knows the effect she has on you. the power she holds over your own pleasure. her breathing picks up and she starts to lose her own grip on reality. sweat beads at her forehead, her eyebrows knit together and she takes her bottom lip between her teeth. her ears ring and she knows shes being just as loud as you are. she knows shes letting out stuttered moans and airy whines, babbling out just like you are,

"feels s'good, honey..."

she shakes her head a little to bring her back down to earth,

"greedy pussy sucking me in." she lowers her eyes to your hips, watching as your cunt clenches around her strap. this was her biggest mistake. taking in the sight of her fucking into you, shes able to register just how wet you are. she can feel your arousal drip onto her thighs, wet squelching as she pushes back inside of you.

"so fucking..." she trails off as you interrupt her with a moan that sounds like angels are singing in her ears.

tears well up in her eyes, she knows she looks stupid. she feels so fucking dumb, can't think of anything other than fucking into you and making you cum. she's desperate for it, doing anything you ask.

"please kiss me. i need-"

bada immediately swoops down, pressing her mouth onto yours. the hand that was holding her up has made its way to your neck, applying just enough pressure to make you whimper into the sloppy kiss.

sloppy doesnt necessarily cover it- there's drool running down the sides of your mouths, tongues dancing with eachother. it's messy and uncoordinated but neither of you can think far enough to fix that. bada knows you're close when your hands grip her shoulders, nails digging into her skin. it makes her brain melt and she tries to focus on the sharp pain to ground herself, keep her focused on making you gush and cream and spill out around her.

"c'mon honey," she whispers in between kisses, "let it go for me."

the hand on your jaw slides down your body and her fingers dance around your clit, coaxing your orgasm out of you.

"'s too much bada, please-"

she presses her lips against yours again, "please give it to me baby," she hiccups, "fuck- please, baby, please let me have it-"

you feel the taut band in your stomach snap. euphoria flows through your veins as your body tenses up. you can feel hot tears stream down your face as you come undone under your girlfriend. bada continues riding out your orgasm for you, slowing down her pace as she feels you relax. she peels herself off of you and smoothes down your hair. she runs her hands down the length of your body as she takes in the sight before her.

"so pretty," her hands squeeze your hips lightly, "my pretty baby."

[ciades]

✪ — WINNER TAKES IT ALL ; bada lee x f!reader | !SPOILERS!

summary: it all comes down to this: bada’s just won street woman fighter, and needs someone to celebrate with. (spoiler: overstimulation + 🧠 from bada) the mighty fall universe

pairing: bada lee x swf2!f!reader

warning: SMUT!! it’s intense + not for the faint hearted. you’re responsible for what you read <3

Bada’s eaten you out plenty of times before.

But never like this— never with this intensity. You’re blushing furiously as she adjusts you, hooking one calf over her shoulder so she can nuzzle up against your cunt.

“This pussy is my reward, isn’t it?,” She murmurs, never before sounding so undone, so starved. “I won the competition, so I get to put my mouth on this pretty cunt, don’t I?” Before you can think of a reply to give her, Bada parts your labia with her fingers, pouncing forward to lick into you.

You let out a yelp, legs tensing automatically, digging your heels into her back as her rough tongue laps over your folds. The cold edges of the bathroom sink dig into your ass, and your thankful for Bada keeping you balanced and supporting most of your weight. Every flick of her tongue is precise and experienced, making you shiver as her nose rubs against your clit. The sensation has your back arching, a rising pressure— you’re sensitive.

“Bada,” you whine helplessly, no other option but to reach down and hold onto her hair. Bada hums against your pussy in affirmation, effortlessly sinking two fingers into your dripping heat. Your cunt stretches and clenches around the intrusion, and when she adds the third, a high-pitched moan escapes your mouth.

Bada moans in response at your pleasure, the sound vibrating through your core. You can feel her smiling against your skin.

Your hand, previously stroking her hair, clenches a fist against her now mussled locks. A loud groan leaves Bada’s mouth at the pulling sensation, lips latching onto your clit and sucking hard.

It all feels too much, you’re too hot, sweating in the white and pink outfit your Jam Republic team mates chose for you. Your dress is wrinkled from being pulled up to your hips by Bada. You’re breathing heavily and Bada purrs. She purrs and the sound goes straight to your clit.

“You- you feel so good, Bada please-“ Now you’re begging, but unsure what for. Your vision blurs when she starts fucking her fingers into you even faster, the squelching sound almost too loud to bear. Bada continues her devilish pace until the pressure in your belly builds, and builds, and—

“Wait!—“ You sob, but it’s too late. Bada pushes a fourth finger inside and you feel so full , drooling out another gush of slick, which Bada licks up.

The world blurs through the wetness of your lashes, on the wet heat of your breath puffing against your own hand in attempts to silence yourself, on Bada’s fingers, nudging you open as deep as she can go. It stings, but your toes curl. It stings, but your thighs shake, you whisper things like deeper, harder, don’t stop, don’t stop—

Your orgasm is sudden and splintering. You choke on a cry, your wetness gushing out of you and spilling onto Bada’s hand, which is still thrusting in and out in an eye-roll inducing rhythm. Bada laps it up eagerly, chasing your taste and nipping hard at your clit until you shake.

You’re oversensitive, nearly numb from the after shock, pussy flushed and twitching from Bada’s administrations. Bada drinks your release all through your orgasm, only stopping when you fist a hand in her hair and pull her away.

“B-bada,” You hiccup, flushed and trembling, “Too much.”

Bada rises from between your legs, face drenched with your slick, eyes wild and gleaming. She keeps her fingers plugged into your cunt for a few seconds, stroking your inner walls until you’re shaking.

“Good girl,” Bada says roughly, gently pulling her hand out of you, turning her head to plant kisses on your thighs. “My baby’s always so good for me, isn’t she?”

You just hum and smile in agreement, too tired to say more. Bada stands up and lets you collect yourself for a few moments before you both have to return to the celebration, peppers your face with kisses, moving flyaway strands behind your ears in a move so gentle you feel like crying.

“All those prizes and you’re the best gift yet.” She teases.

A scoff escapes you, raising your arms to engulf her in a hug. “Have I told you how proud I am? How much I loved seeing you dance on that stage?”

“I think you’ve shown me that plenty already, y/n.”

© BADAGF

[cool-fancier]

Still Into You

Synopsis: Years after breaking up, Y/N and Bada reunite for a dance collab. Old feelings resurface, tension ignites—was it ever just about the performance? Or something more?

Word Count:2 K

The sound of soft rain pattering against the window fills the dimly lit apartment, a steady rhythm against the quiet hum of the city below. The sheets are tangled between your legs, the warmth of Bada's body pressed against yours making it nearly impossible to move—not that you wanted to.

She’s curled into you, one arm draped lazily over your waist, her face half-buried in the crook of your neck. Her breath is warm, slow, steady, like she could stay like this forever.

"Baby," she murmurs, voice thick with sleep. "You’re thinking too much."

You let out a soft laugh, running your fingers through her messy hair. "I do that a lot, don’t I?"

She shifts slightly, propping herself up on one elbow so she can look at you properly. The soft morning light makes her look almost unreal—sharp features softened by sleep, dark eyes filled with something deeper, something unspoken.

Bada doesn’t say anything for a moment, just studies you like she’s memorizing your face. Then, she leans down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips. "You don’t have to think when you’re with me," she whispers against your mouth.

And for a while, you believe her.

For a while, you believe that love alone is enough.

— — — — —

You blink, and the warmth of the apartment, of her, disappears.

The glow of the vanity lights around your dressing room mirror casts harsh shadows on your face, making you look sharper, colder. The illusion of forever had shattered five years ago, but the fragments still cut deep.

There’s a knock on the door, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Y/N," your manager, Jihoon, steps inside, a clipboard in hand and an all-too-familiar look on his face. "We need to talk."

You already know what this is about.

The requests had been piling up for months—fans flooding social media, tagging you and Bada relentlessly. "Just one more dance together." "One last performance.""Y/N and Bada reunion WHEN?"

At first, you ignored it. But then, the industry took notice. Choreographers, brands, agencies—all seeing an opportunity too good to pass up.

Jihoon sighs, setting the clipboard down on the vanity. "Mnet reached out again. They want you and Bada for a special performance at the SWF2 concert."

You inhale sharply, fingers gripping the edge of the table. "And what did you tell them?"

"I told them it was unlikely." Jihoon crosses his arms. "But they’re persistent. They know what the fans want. And if I’m being honest—" he gives you a look, "—I think they know there’s still something between you two."

You scoff, shaking your head. "It’s been years, Jihoon."

"Doesn’t matter. People can feel it when you two dance. And they want more."

Silence stretches between you. You hate that he’s right.

Jihoon leans against the counter, watching you carefully. "Look, I know this is complicated. But it’s a huge opportunity. It could open doors, for both of you."

Doors.

As if your career hadn’t been built on shutting doors to things that mattered—things like her.

Your phone vibrates on the table.

A message.

Bada:Should we give them what they want?

Your breath catches.

The last time you and Bada really talked—not just the occasional polite greeting at industry events, but really talked—was years ago.

And now she’s texting you like this?

Your fingers hover over the keyboard. You could say no. You could walk away, again.

But deep down, you already know your answer.

You:One last time.

— — — — —

The energy in the studio is electric.

You step inside, heart pounding just a little too fast. It’s been years since you’ve been in the same rehearsal space as Bada, but the atmosphere feels the same—except for the weight of everything unsaid.

She’s already there when you arrive, dressed in an oversized hoodie and sweats, looking effortlessly cool as always. But when she sees you, something shifts in her expression.

"Long time no see," she says, a small smirk playing on her lips.

You force a casual smile. "Yeah. Been busy."

"Same."

It’s awkward in a way it never used to be. Once upon a time, this was easy. You had spent countless nights in rooms just like this, choreographing together, pushing each other, learning every inch of each other’s movements.

Now? Now there’s a wall, and neither of you know how to break it down.

"Alright," the choreographer claps his hands. "Let’s get started. We’re going for something intimate, something that captures your chemistry."

You and Bada exchange a glance. Dangerous.

As the music plays, you find yourself caught in a storm of muscle memory. Every step, every transition—it all comes back too easily.

And then, Bada’s hands are on your waist, guiding you through a slow, deliberate movement. Her touch is firm, almost possessive, and fuck, it shouldn’t affect you like this.

You counter by stepping in closer, your fingers grazing the exposed skin at the nape of her neck, pulling her in like a magnet.

It’s intoxicating.

The air between you grows thick, charged. You don’t have to see Lusher and Tatter to know they’re watching. Snickering. Whispering.

At one point, Tatter mutters under her breath, "This is insane. They’re literally eye-fucking."

Lusher elbows her, but doesn’t disagree.

But the moment the music stops, the illusion shatters.

You and Bada step away, the heat of the moment dissolving into reality.

And the reality is—you’re not hers anymore.

The rehearsal continues, but the tension never fades.

When you step out of the studio later that night, you hear Lusher and Tatter whispering behind you.

"I’ve never seen Bada like this before," Lusher murmurs.

"Yeah," Tatter sighs. "I mean, we know of Y/N. But we never really knew what Bada was like when she was with her."

Lusher hums in agreement. "I think she was happy."

You walk faster, pretending you didn’t hear.

Because the truth is, you already know.

Bada was happy.

And so were you.

But now? Now you’re just two people dancing around what could’ve been.

— — — — —

The following weeks pass in a blur of rehearsals, press conferences, and late-night choreography tweaks. On the surface, you and Bada are just two professionals preparing for a performance.

But behind the cameras, behind the carefully practiced interviews and staged smiles—something is unraveling.

Every practice pushes the limits. The choreography demands intimacy—brushing hands, synchronized breathing, lingering touches. The longer you dance together, the harder it becomes to ignore the electricity crackling between you.

And Bada? She’s making it worse.

She lingers.Her fingers press just a little too firmly against your skin when she guides you into a turn. Her eyes hold yours too long in the mirror. When she whispers adjustments to your movements, her lips are too close to your ear, her breath hot against your skin.

It’s driving you insane.

You tell yourself it's nothing. That it's just muscle memory—the way your bodies were built to move together. But when you catch her watching you when she thinks you’re not looking, when you feel the heat of her stare trace the curve of your body like she remembers every inch of it—you know better.

And worst of all?

You’re doing the same damn thing.

— — — — —

Rehearsals run late. Everyone’s exhausted. The crew is packing up, the studio dimly lit as the overhead lights flicker off one by one. You should leave. You should walk away.

But Bada is still here.

She stands by the speaker, scrolling through her phone, looking as effortlessly cool as ever in her oversized hoodie and joggers.

"Hey." Your voice comes out steadier than you expect.

She looks up, a slow smirk playing on her lips. "Couldn't get enough of me today?"

You roll your eyes, but there’s no real bite to it. "Just wanted to go over that last section one more time."

She raises an eyebrow but doesn’t argue. "Alright. One more time."

The music starts, and everything else fades away.

The steps are ingrained in your body now—every sharp isolation, every fluid transition. But this time, something shifts.

It’s subtle at first. The way her fingers trail over your waist instead of just gripping it. The way you step closer than necessary. The way your breathing syncs, deep and unsteady.

Then—she pulls you in.

It’s part of the choreography, but this time, it feels different. Her hands slide down your arms, gripping your wrists, guiding them to rest against her chest. Her heart is pounding.

You swallow hard, your gaze flickering to her lips before you can stop yourself.

Bada notices.

Her grip on your wrists tightens slightly. "Y/N…" Her voice is low, almost dangerous.

You should step back. You should leave.

Instead, your hands tighten against the fabric of her hoodie.

The music fades, but neither of you move.

Her eyes flicker between yours, searching, questioning.

For a second—just one second—you think she might kiss you.

For a second, you want her to.

But before anything happens, the door swings open.

"Yo, we—" Lusher freezes mid-sentence, eyes widening. Behind her, Tatter almost crashes into her back.

The room goes silent.

Lusher's gaze flickers between you and Bada, piecing things together way too fast. Then, she grins.

“Oh. Oh.”She crosses her arms, smirking. "So this is why the tension's been crazy lately.”

Tatter snickers beside her. “Yeah, should we give you guys a moment?”

You immediately step back, face burning. "Shut up."

Bada, to your annoyance, just chuckles, running a hand through her hair like she wasn’t just two seconds away from crossing a line neither of you can afford to cross.

Lusher and Tatter exchange a knowing look. “Nah, we’re good," Lusher says. "We’ll just pretend we didn’t see whatever the hell that was."

And with that, they walk off—laughing.

You exhale sharply, refusing to look at Bada. "I should go."

She doesn’t stop you. But as you walk away, you hear her say something under her breath.

Something you’re not sure you were meant to hear.

“You always leave.”

— — — — —

The night of the SWF2 Concert arrives faster than you expect.

The stadium is packed. The energy in the air is electric, fans screaming, chanting your names. The LED screens flash highlights of all the leaders, including you and Bada—separate, yet entwined through years of battles, performances, and unspoken history.

Backstage, the tension is unbearable.

You and Bada stand side by side, waiting for your cue. Lusher and Tatter are nearby, watching way too closely.

"You two good?" Tatter asks, barely hiding her smirk.

Bada rolls her shoulders, exhaling slowly. “Yeah. We’re good.”

Are we?

Before you can question it, the stage manager signals.

It’s time.

The lights dim. The intro plays. And then—the moment of truth.

You and Bada step onto the stage, the crowd’s roar deafening.

And the second the beat drops, it’s over.

The world disappears.

It’s just you and her.

Every movement is precise yet effortless, bodies in perfect sync, tension crackling between every touch, every glance. The choreography is intimate—too intimate—pushing the boundaries of what should be just a performance.

At one point, her hands find your waist, pulling you flush against her. Your breath catches, but you don’t pull away. Instead, you lean in, fingers grazing the sharp line of her jaw.

The crowd loses their minds.

You can hear them screaming, but all you can focus on is the way Bada is looking at you.

Like she remembers everything.

Like she never stopped wanting this.

Then, the final move—the one that everyone’s been waiting for.

Bada spins you, catching your wrist and pulling you in close, face inches from yours.

Your noses brush. Your breaths mix.

The music cuts. The lights fade.

And for a moment, the world holds its breath.

Then—darkness.

The stage goes black.

The performance is over.

But when the lights come back up, when the deafening screams echo through the stadium—you realise something terrifying.

You’re not sure if you’re acting anymore.

And judging by the way Bada is still looking at you, eyes unreadable, jaw clenched—neither is she.

[gezelligs-world]

I Won’t Stop until that Girl is Mine

(Bada Lee x Jam Republic!Reader)

Summary: A member from Jam Republic let out her frustrations about someone who never knew the word “no”.

Reminder: This work is purely based on the author’s imagination.

"She is just so- argh!" I said while pacing back and forth frustratedly. Ling and Audrey just watched me with amused expressions.

"Why not just give her a chance? She's already showing a consistent effort towards you." Ling said, and Audrey agreed with her statement.

"The word 'no' is not in her vocabulary!" I exclaimed. Just then a knock is heard, Audrey opens the door revealing Tatter.

"Hi Y/n unnie! Bada unnie said to give you this." She handed me a jacket with a number '22' in it.

"What is she planning now?" I asked Tatter but she just shrugged her shoulders.

"Just tell her I said thank you." Tatter nodded and left the room.

"See? Consistent." Ling said after Audrey closed the door.

"I call it obsession. She copies some of my poses on my Instagram posts, when I post a story she will post the same thing, she will even copy my captions?!" I said angrily.

"Shouldn't you be feeling lucky? Everybody has their eyes on her but her eyes are set on you." Audrey said making me sigh. Kirsten comes in, looks like their done.

"How was it?" I asked.

"Yeah, we're doing Bada's." Kirsten said and looked at me with a teasing face.

"Stop that."

"You lose your bet." Kirsten said while chuckling.

"Come on! Just one date?" Bada said while watching me practice with her arms crossed.

"I told you, I'm busy throughout the week." I said and stopped dancing. I grabbed my water which is beside Bada and drank it.

"Aren't you mean enough towards me? Just one date and done." Bada said while staring at me.

"Alright then..." I said making Bada surprised that she straightened her back.

"On one condition..." I turned towards Bada and smirked.

"I will agree to be on a date with you if your choreography gets picked and you got selected as the main dancer." Bada smirked while shaking her head. She cupped my chin and her other hand on my waist. This woman knows my weaknesses.

"You underestimated me, babe." Bada replied cheekily.

"Is it already starting?" I said indicating the main dancer competition for the leaders.

"I think, yeah." Ling said.

"I'll follow you there." Ling nodded and went ahead. I was about to close the door when my eyes landed on the jacket that was given by Bada. I sighed, grabbed the jacket and put it on. The jacket even has a 'Lee' on it at the back above the '22'.

I went to the set and saw the leaders warming up. I saw Tatter pointing towards me with her eyes at Bada, Bada turned her head and smiled at me as I went down the stairs.

I sat beside Latrice and she smirked while analyzing the jacket.

"Nice jacket." I rolled my eyes and slapped her shoulders.

"It's a gift." I said.

"I know, I can tell from the surname at the back." Latrice chuckled at my flustered state. I covered my face and leaned down.

"Who's choreography has been chosen?" Shownu asked through the mic.

"It's mine, Bada." Bada's students cheered making me smile secretly in admiration.

"As the leader, I wanted to show our physical strength and aura. The powerful side of us. I considered what I think is the most important, which is the dance you want to try. There's a move of lightning a lighter. I tried to put those kinds of things in the choreography." Bada said with a lot of confidence.

"And Kirsten, was there anything hard during the practice?" I looked at my leader in curiosity.

"Dance, again, is the universal language. There weren't any difficulties, I think." I clapped lightly, satisfied with her answer.

The showdown begins and as expected from the leaders, all of them are good. My eyes somehow always come back at Bada's figure, her body control screams ownership of her choreography. Part of me wants Kirsten to steal it but at the same time, it sucks when someone stole the choreo you worked hard for, right?

The time came where Kirsten and Bada. The judges chose Bada and she immediately turned towards me and smirked. Kirsten and Bada hugged and even kissed Kirsten's cheeks which surprised me. Some of the dancers glanced at me as they know that Bada is pursuing me.

"Alexa, play 'jealous' by Nick Jonas." I nudge Latrice's shoulders. Bada's members went to hug her to congratulate her. Me and the rest also went Kirsten and hugged her tightly.

"It's alright Leader, you still slayed." I winked at her and Kirsten chuckled.

"Yah! Y/n L/n!" I turned towards where the voice came from and saw that it's Bada.

"You still owe me a date!" All of the people in the room began to scream, including the judges. Bada's members and mine make us go forward to be close at each other. Bada opened her arms for me but I got a little hesitant. Emma pushes me instead, making me crash at Bada. Bada gives Emma a thumbs up while laughing.

"Why bother announcing it when you know I have no choice?" I looked up and our eyes met.

"Just in case you forgot about it." She said and pecked my cheeks. The crowd went wild again, some even jumped. I cover my face with my hands and bury my face on Bada's chest. Bada just lets me, enjoying the situation I'm in.

[badaboomx]

Did I mention... (Bada Lee x Reader)

PAIRING: G!P Bada Lee x Fem!Reader.  SETTING: Underground dancer Bada Lee is quite the popular girl in town and way out of your league. Or so you think. WORDS: 6k PART: 1 of 3

ⓘ  No smut for this part, only delicious build up! Some risque insinuation towards the end.

“Here,” a tall, cool dancer said to you in a low tone, holding a piece of chocolate and offering it to you.

Playfully, you shook your head with a big grin to boot. A nice offer you would take with no hesitation any time, but tonight you felt all kinds of playful after the adventures for the night. 

“Oh?” said the dancer, approaching you and getting so close that you could only back up against the wall now. With chocolate still in hand, she grabbed you from under your jaw with the other. “Open,” she commanded, lowly, that playful smirk still plastered on her face. “Be a good girl and open up.”

It was like butterflies blooming everywhere on your body, tickling skin and making the hairs of your body perk up and sway at the tension. Body against body, the idle sounds of the busy world around you an accompanying piece. Your lips parted, opening for her, and you just watched as she slowly and carefully placed that piece of chocolate in your mouth, but before she could remove her hand you cheekily wrapped your lips around her fingers and sucked them, pulling them out of you, just to watch her expression. Just to hear that reaction from her.

And I bet you wonder how you got here.

Well, let’s go back a few.

Let’s start with the fact that you were so bored you felt you could dislocate your shoulders and have an infinitely better time.  Drunken bodies pushed past you stumbling, making you spill the drink you have not touched since you got it; wild frat boys dared each other to drink more and more with weirder contraptions while a good chunk of the attendees kept within their groups or kept themselves busy with their phones. Or making out with their dates or one-night stands, if not outright fucking but you weren’t here to confirm that. You just… wanted some fun, but that was nowhere to be seen in the sea of students that you cared little for. The music didn’t even blare bombastically from the speakers, a low and chill (but admittedly lame) mix of the most generic copyright free beats found on youtube and it seemed to never end in your perspective. Succinctly put, this party sucked pretty bad. You had been standing there on the corner effectively for two hours and all conversation you tried to have failed immensely for a variety of reasons we don’t even have time to recount. 

What a way to kick off your exciting new life, huh?

The first party you’ve gotten invited to and it has turned out to be a waste of time – and a waste of a good outfit. Being new in town had its drawbacks, and they seemed to outweigh the pros of getting to meet new people and starting over fresh. What a damn shame. At one point, you just left that cup half full and slithered away before any drunk dude tried to talk you into staying in the party. Surprisingly, slipping out felt not only like you were a lame party pooper, but like you suddenly had the spotlight with several people pointing out that you were leaving and even asking what’s up. What a goddamn nightmare.

“I have never seen more dead people in a party,” you said jokingly to your roommate, Lee Seoyoung, who was dressing up for a party of her own and was willing to listen to you vent before she went out.

“I warned you,” she tutted. “Those people are only entertained by booze and you don’t even like alcohol all that much.”

With a sigh, you plopped down on the couch, still dressed to the nines. “Is my new life here going to be a bore just like at home?”

“No,” Seoyoung began. “I told you that you can tag along with me tonight, you idiot,” she said so casually as she was putting on her shoes.  

You sighed, sitting back up. The idea seemed good, more fun than whatever the fuck was the party you just escaped. Still, you had your doubts. “It just doesn’t feel like my scene, I don’t wanna stick out and be bothersome for you.”

“You’re just scared to check it out,” Seoyoung poked, teasing you. 

And you couldn't really deny that. It did intimidate you a bit. Mostly because Seoyoung explained before that this party was some sort of underground party. Music, dancing, live performances and battles, all unlike the frat boy disaster. It didn’t seem like your scene, you know? As described by Seoyoung (Or, well, Lusher as she was called in her dancer circle), these people were pretty cool, sounded tough as nails and – somewhere in your irrational part of your brain – sounded like they would tease you out of the place. To boot, this party was only attended by those who were IN and knew it was happening. That alone sounds exclusive, like you have to earn your way in.

But you technically had, you just lucked out in working for it as much.

Seoyoung – er, Lusher – stood up and grabbed you by the wrist and pulled. “Up, we’re going.”

“But Luuuushh–.”

“Just check it out for today, then if you don’t really like it you can just not go, deal?” Lusher insisted with a pout of her own.

And you couldn’t say no to your roommate that has been nothing but an angel to you as a new arrival. So, you accepted, letting Lusher drag you out of your cocoon and open an exciting world to you.

The guy guarding the front door was intimidating at first glance, but upon seeing you and Lusher approach his demeanor changed to an enthusiastic and friendly one. Lusher greeted him and told him you were tagging along with her for the night. 

“She’s new in town,” Lusher patted your back.

“She looks like it,” the guy teased, pointing at your eyes. “She looks like a scared puppy.”

And he was not wrong, but once it was brought up, you tried your best not to look like it. With encouragement from Lusher and the guy, he let you both in. A well lit hallway with some party goers chilling away from the crowded party and the music to perhaps chat more calmly, yet it was as intimidating as anything. You felt as if they discreetly stared at you, judgmentally, when in reality they only looked curiously and moved on. It was hard to get out of that headspace, so new to something like this in an already new town. 

Walking down the hall with Lusher was equally nerve wrecking, feeling the muffled music grow a little louder with every step. Turning the corner, walking down another hall, the music now engulfing you with its catchy rhythm, the door opening to you and revealing a very vibrant, moved party with great music coming off proper speakers. An actual crowd of people danced, while another chunk of the crowd hung out, either standing or sitting elsewhere. It felt and looked different, even the atmosphere was different. No fancy lightings, no fancy decorations or structure – just a repurposed warehouse with plenty of space that has been cleverly remodeled with little budget. It looked and felt like one of those underground party places in movies and music videos.

“Cool, right?” Lusher said loudly, making herself clear atop the chatting crowd and the dance music. 

You were almost overwhelmed, looking at her still looking like a lost puppy.

“C’mon, it’s less intimidating than it looks,” Lusher insisted and tugged you along, making both of your ways deeper into the heart of the party. 

You weren’t sure if Lusher was just saying this to make you feel better or if it was truly as she said. Either way, you stuck close to her and nearly clung to her hand for dear life as you traversed through the confusing mass of bodies. Some people even greeted her, acknowledging her with a cool tilt of their head, an enthusiastic shout, or a secret handshake. A fascinating world where everyone was familiar with one another to some extent at least, you surely felt like you stuck out. 

“Yo, Lusher!” one of the party goers greeted. “Bringing a girlfriend along at last, huh?”

Lusher laughed and shook her head. “Nah, not this time. She’s my new roomie.”

“Sweet!” the stranger said, looking at you up and down. “She looks like a scared puppy–.”

“Yeah, I’m breaking her in,” Lusher quickly rebutted, trying not to dwell on you lest you become more scared. “Hey, where are my girls?”

“Ah, I’ve only seen Bada and Tatter,” they looked around and pointed towards the corner of the warehouse – a place filled with booths and other seats. “There they are.”

“Thanks,” Lusher and the stranger did a handshake that you have no idea how was possible and bid farewell, heading towards the elusive location. 

En route to meet the so-called ‘girls’ you heard someone pick up the mic and start talking, getting the crowd to holler and shout. It was so overwhelming, passing through masses of people you didn’t recognize and listening to whatever the person was trying to say while clinging to Lusher’s hand. God, maybe this wasn’t your scene after all.

Then, you saw them.

“Ah, there they are,” Lusher shouted, pointing at them for you to see them. And you have never felt more nervous. “That’s Tatter,” Lusher pointed to a girl in blonde with a resting bitch face who was casually chatting up to… 

“And that’s Bada,” Lusher pointed to a woman whose aura was imposing and intimidating. It took you a second to truly take in who you were observing, even while Lusher was dragging you up to meet them.

Bada, whoever that woman was, looked as intimidating as the word itself. A brunette – wait, two-toned, brunette with blonde streaks – donning a black beanie, matching black baggy pants, and a gray hoodie with a cool design down the arms. Even when talking to someone she seemed to know she exuded an air of coolness you could only describe as imposing. By presence alone, you couldn’t tell if she was a rapper or a dancer but you were certain that she was a performer, as if you could feel that she was born to be on stage.

It made you nervous.

Especially when she turned to watch you and Lusher fast approaching, tapping Tatter and pointing to watch. Tatter jumped off her seat first and Bada slowly followed, a lot more relaxed than Tatter who seemed to be anxious to talk to Lusher. In comparison to Tatter and Lusher, Bada was a giant too. Broad shouldered, lanky and tall. All the makings for a menacing person who could devour you in a second. Yet, upon greeting Lusher with a hug, she smiled ever so slightly.

Now you didn’t know exactly how to feel.

“Glad to see you made it,” Bada said, patting Lusher’s head.

“I can’t just miss a party,” Lusher pulled away and looked back at you, pulling you in closer. “Here’s my new roomie, you remember I told you about her?”

Bada looked at you for a moment that seemed to stretch on and on. Confusing feelings bubbled in your gut, waiting for Bada to do or say something – anything – as you stood there like a fish out of water. Finally, while Lusher was giving Tatter a hug, Bada stretched out her hand to you. “You’re the new face, right?”

You nodded, then tentatively gave her hand a shake.

“You look like a scared puppy, you know that?” Bada said, a subtle smirk coming to her lip. 

“Yeah…” And for some reason, hearing it from her made… your heart flutter. 

Tatter and Lusher quickly got engulfed in a conversation of their own, gossip taking the wheels above manners really, and Bada – having noted this – got closer to you.  

“Never been to a party like this before, have you?” 

“Is it too obvious?” You looked up at Bada, who kept eyeing you curiously, like you were someone from a different planet. Yet, it wasn’t ever rude, just boldly inquisitive. “Yeah, we didn’t have these in my town, I think.”

“That you knew of,” Bada shrugged, slipping her hands into the pockets of her sweatpants. “We don’t bite though, baby. You’ll be fine.”

Baby…? Ah, something like that was not something you heard often. You would generally find it condescending or patronizing, but coming out of Bada? It was almost heavenly, and you didn’t even want to feel that way! You can’t just get nervous and charmed this easily. You sighed out and scratched your head. “I don’t know, you people here look pretty tough,” you paused, looking at her. “And hungry.”

A soft chuckle came out with a smirk, Bada looked around at the crowd around all of you. “Half of these people are mushy for the right things, don’t worry about it.”

That made you curious. Even if you hesitated in the question, you let it out anyways. “Are you like that, too?”

Bada kept quiet for a second, the ghostly essence of a smirk still there on her lips as she shrugged. So cool, like she was tacitly telling you that you wouldn’t know – and you would only find out if she wanted you to. That silence was far from awkward, it was rather refreshing, like Bada wasn’t afraid of silence (or, well, silence between the two of you, considering there was a whole party going on behind you). And she wasn’t afraid of looking at you in the eye as she let the silence flow. Warmth started to spread on your cheeks, painting your face a shade of pink and tell-taling how you were feeling about Bada staring at you like that.  

“Bada?” 

You and Bada turned to see Lusher and Tatter. 

“I need to talk to Tatter alone for a second, can you watch over my roomie?” 

You stood up straight the second you heard that. Was she really just going to leave you like that? 

Bada nodded. “I’ll take care of her, you do what you need to do,” she said like she was a leader, concisely and firmly – like she was a reliable person and could take care of it. Perhaps it was a bit of a late connection, but it had dawned on you then as Lusher and Tatter walked away that you were standing in front of Lusher’s dance crew leader, and her mentor.

The tall woman looked at them walk away, just to know where they were heading off, while you looked up at Bada with this brand new perspective. And you were getting a little more nervous. 

Lusher had spoken to you briefly about her dance team and her leader, but not by name. What you knew about this elusive leader was that she was quite the popular lady among the dancer and rapper circle. A once-rapper that fell in love with dancing and switched specialties, now fully a dancer that battles occasionally and competes with others in tournaments. She’s considered quite a competent battler and a very talented dancer (and choreographer) and quite the ladies magnet. You didn’t quite know why for that last one, but it made you nervous.

“Yo,” Bada said, pulling you out of your own thoughts with a snap close to your eyes. 

You looked up at her again, gulping and hoping she didn’t hear or notice that.

“You okay over there?” She merely asked.

You cleared your throat and tried so hard to play it cool. “Y-yeah!”

Bada looked at you in silence, face completely impassive before she chuckled a little. “C’mon, sit down.”

You went to do just that, trying to hide the fact that you felt your knees weak enough to give in at any second. But you soon sat down, facing the big moving crowd full of life. Bada had taken her seat near you but at an arm’s length, grabbing a bottle from the table before placing her feet on it casually. You can hear your parents saying that’s a rude gesture, but you can’t help but to find it very… familiar, casual, even cool. 

Then silence, at least between the two of you. You couldn’t really be as comfortable as Bada seemed to be, and you felt your palms sweating already, and you could tell Bada was staring at you. As if she was waiting to see how long it’ll be until you said something to break up the ice. Amused by you, perhaps, or maybe secretly getting a kick out of making you just a bit nervous. 

“So,” you broke first, pouting a bit. If you were going to be stuck with her for the time being, might as well try to get to know her, right? You thought to ask her something about herself, and so you began.

 “You…” 

But you trailed off, looking at Bada. 

That woman was just… staring at you, patiently waiting for you to continue but you couldn’t really keep your mind away from getting distracted as you saw the woman upon closer inspection. Her wide, full lips donning a strikingly pink tone, almost beckoning for you to touch them or to feel them on your body; her nose lovingly sculpted in harmony with her eyes. The way she looked at you, with her facial expression still neutral, made you wonder what she was thinking at that moment. By the time she spoke, nothing in her face changed. Just a blink of her eyes.

“I…?” Bada prodded, trying to get you to say what you wanted.

“Uhh,” you nervously rubbed your neck. What was it that you were gonna ask her? Damn it, you couldn’t remember. 

Bada chuckled a bit. “We got time before they come back, don’t worry.”

The levity made you smile shyly at her. “Sorry.”

Bada shrugged, taking a sip from her drink before she spoke again. “I don’t mind. At least you’re not pretending to be above us or cool.”

“P-people do that a lot?” You stammered out against your better judgment, but genuinely curious about it.

“Oh yeah. Especially to me,” Bada instantly replied. “You’re doing good so far.”

That made you feel better, and a little less nervous.

But before the silence could sit, Bada up and asked you a question herself. “What brings you here if this isn’t your scene?”

You shrugged. “I was at a frat party before this. It sucked.”

“Yeah,” Bada laughed, leaning back and resting her arm on the top of the booth’s cushion. So laid back, comfortable, but still keeping her distance. “Lusher told me those guys over there don’t know how to party at all.”

Her laugh was nice, you wanted to hear it again. Not realizing it, you scooted closer to her as you spoke, feeling somehow magnetically pulled now. “It’s not the first time?”

Bada shook her head. “Nah, it’s been something Lusher learned real quick when she enrolled there.”

“Guess I learned too,” you said, glancing at her and noticing that she’s… eyeing you. Up and down, like she’s analyzing you now that she’s close enough. You tried not to let that get to your nerves. “I-I just wanted to have a fun night, meet the place I’m gonna live in for a while, make friends, you know?”

Well, you stammered a little but you finished the sentence.

Bada nodded, sympathetic but not saying anything for a second.

“And this isn’t my scene, b-but Lusher insisted and I think she’s so cool. You guys are cool too, but you people scare me, you just seem so tough and–.”

Bada chuckled then, putting her hand up to stop you from speaking more. “Calm down, puppy. I got you.”

You blushed in embarrassment, tightly pressing your lips together as if to stop you from screwing this up more somehow. 

Bada just looked at you though, an unmistakable glimpse of fondness so palpable in her eyes at the way she looked at you. “Do I scare you?” Emphasis on the I.

Yes. Yes. Oh my god, yes. She scared you in a way that was so exciting you couldn’t even put it into words. She fascinated you so much, like a brand new story unraveling before you. Lips parted, you were ready to say something. 

But words weren’t coming out.

Bada was willing to wait patiently, seriously curious, but a tapping on her shoulder brought her out of the conversation. You could almost sense a vague annoyance in her eyes before she turned to see who it was.

“You busy, Bada?” A stranger, someone who barely acknowledged you.

“I’m totally free right now,” Bada said firmly, but you could tell there was a twinge of sarcasm sprinkled on top of it. “What is it?”

“We need you to take the stage for a second, the guys playing after the DJ are caught on some fucking traffic, can you believe it?”

Bada nodded slowly, like she barely cared. “Crazy,” she slowly looked over to you. “Traffic on a Saturday night, can you believe it?”

You had to stop yourself from smiling and giggling at Bada’s reaction to this sudden request.

“We already got someone but we also–.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bada waved her hand and stood up, getting the guy to be quiet. “Explain it to me on the way there,” she then looked at you, leaning in so she doesn’t have to shout over the music. “I’ll be back in a snappy, you be a good girl and wait here.”

That sent shivers down your spine. It was a direct command, full with a nickname to get your legs turning into jelly. You could only look at her and nod rapidly, hypnotized, probably looking like a scared little puppy. 

With that, Bada walked away with the guy. Confident, chin tilted up, leading the way for the guy who kept yapping. Just by watching her walk away you felt so insecure, and it didn’t take long for you to notice it. Like suddenly the support beam that was Bada (and by extension Lusher) was ripped out from under you. So, you remained seated like the good girl you were.

To distract yourself, you wondered what exactly was Bada going to do on stage. Curiosity built up more and more, considering Bada was the leading lady of a dance crew and if Bada was so popular, she had to be good right?

The DJ finished his set and bid farewell for the night, introducing two last-minute hosts to fill the stage (and stretch the time) and entertain the already hyped crowd. The crowd welcomed Bada and an equally tough looking lady with warm applause and cheers. Soon enough, you understood what was that magnetism that Bada seemed to have on people. Her charismatic presence was palpable even on stage; from the way she held the microphone, the way she walked around on stage like she was born on it and owned it, to the way she interacted with the other host and the audience. So smoothly, like there was no one watching. 

Her true power came on when both hosts decided to host a little impromptu battle against each other. Lyrically and physically. By physical I mean dancing, this isn’t a fight club. Though you were sure that Bada knew of an underground fight club somewhere. First, they both duked it out on a freestyle rap. Frankly, you couldn’t even hear what they were saying, observing the crowd gather closer and cheer for the punchlines that both girls were throwing out there. You were just in awe watching Bada’s passion for this art form, the way she spoke to the microphone and the attractive vein on her already attractive neck, the gestures she made like it was second nature to her–.

Oh you looked like an idiot didn’t you? Jaw dropped, leaning in, absolutely enwrapped in the spectacle.

The crowd decided and after a neck and neck battle Bada lost this part of the battle. The face-off wasn’t over, though. Soon enough, a hard hitting instrumental blasted through the speakers, its rhythm instantly infecting both girls on stage immediately. The winner of the last round went first, and you were impressed by the way they could even move their body. Hell, you didn’t even know half of that was possible. But then, Bada was up.

“Hey, what’s up?” Lusher said, coming out from wherever her and Tatter went. However, she took one good look at your flabbergasted face and looked at the stage. Then, she just nodded and sat beside you, observing Bada tear up the stage.

And tear it up she did. That woman was a force to be reckoned with, able to be smooth and rough, fast or slow – even go from intimidating and hard hitting to sensual and flirty. The way she moved her hips was so exquisite, full of vigor and flavor and you couldn’t help a tiny little gasp coming out of you; the way she had such a control over her body and how her popping looked so powerful and like it could break the floor. So easy flowing, so confident… No wonder there was such a craze for this woman. It even explained Lusher’s pride on having a dance crew with her, like she was the cool mentor figure you want on your side for battles.

The crowd went wild, the other dancer even had to laugh at the ingenuity of some of Bada’s moves, so this round was unmistakably Bada’s win in the bag. Just in time, too, seeing as the next performer had arrived and was ready to take the stage themselves. Bada and her impromptu co-host both came off the stage and your eyes couldn’t stop following Bada – who was quickly swarmed by people congratulating her, greeting her, and you could even notice some girls come up to her to… well, you didn’t know. All you knew is that even from afar, you could tell some of them wanted to stick around Bada for the rest of the night, and you thought for a second that Bada would ditch you to stick around people who seemed to be more confident and cooler. Yet, Bada excused herself politely and moosey’d on over to where you and the girls were sitting.

Wait, you and the girls?

You woke up from your little trance and looked at Lusher and Tatter who were gossiping and giggling like you weren’t there. It wasn’t until the brunette noticed you that she smacked the blonde on the leg and both exaggeratedly pretended to look innocently at you. 

“What are you guys doing?” you asked, leaning and trying to tune out the music and the talking coming from the stage.

“Oh nothing,” Tatter began, fixing her hair.

“Just talking about how you look like you’ve never seen people dance,” Lusher said boldly, earning a gasp from Tatter who smacked her in return. “What? It’s the truth.”

“S-shut up–. I was just watching Bada dance!” You replied defensively, as if hoping they hadn’t watched you gobsmacked for the entire battle.

In response, both Lusher and Tatter opted to imitate how you looked – and at the sheer timing of them doing it perfectly in sync, bursted out laughing together, complete with claps and smacking each other.

You just had to sit there and take it, even if it was making you blush with embarrassment. Internally you panicked a little, seeing Bada bid farewell to the people who were walking with her and walking up towards you. She looked at you and in that moment it felt like everything was in slow motion. And that made you blush harder. 

“Hey girls,” Bada said, looking at Lusher and Tatter still recovering from their laughing fit. “C’mon, my dancing wasn’t that bad,” she jumped in, jokingly.

“No, no, no, it’s not that,” Lusher and Tatter said in unison, shaking their heads and hands.

Bada looked at you, pointing at the two dopeys with her head. “What are they laughing about then?”

“At me, watching you,” you said honestly, not daring to look at her.

Bada didn’t question that, as if she already knew what had happened. You didn’t notice or know, but she was staring at you, eyes squinting a little bit and discerning that faint pink on your cheeks. Either way, she sat nearest to you. “I’m sorry, duty called.”

You bravely looked at her and shook your head. “I-It’s okay. I a-actually wanted to see you dance.”

At that, Bada looked like she wanted to ask something, but opted out of it. Maybe it was to reiterate the question of whether or not you were scared of her. Instead, the question that came out was.

“How was it then? Did you like it?”

Are you scared of me?

“It was really cool,” you said.

And yes you were scared of how much this woman rocked your world.

Oh, she was rocking your world and you could feel your knees about to give in at any moment. But if your knees gave out now, you would only fall against Bada’s moving body. It was inevitable that at one point the girls would get up and go dance, but you didn’t expect them to not only drag you, but to drag Bada along to dance with you.

“Guys, I don’t know how to dance–.”

But Lusher didn’t seem to care, and Bada seemed to care even less.

You, fish out of water that can barely dance, paired with the smoke bomb that was Bada. A cruel joke, you felt, but Bada didn’t seem to have troubles with leading you and teaching you. With the patience of a saint, Bada leads you into what should really be a sensual dance together. Yet, it was filled with shy smiles from you and encouraging smiles from her. When your confidence in it grew, you moved with intent and Bada noticed. 

At this, she directly spoke to your ear. “See, you have it in you,” it was soft encouragement, a hand carefully placed on your tummy as she got into it as well. You could understand then why the girls enjoyed doing this, just drifting to the music was fun, being this close to someone attractive made you feel so much more confident and excited. With the way Bada looked at you here and there, you found yourself intoxicated by her presence like many of the other girls who were crushing madly on her. Ah, you could understand them, you could understand the desperate need to make a move.

But you couldn’t. Not when you felt something interesting when grinding against Bada, your hands instinctively landing on Bada’s thighs upon feeling it. A surprise, for sure, but a very… fascinating one.

You almost second guessed whether or not you felt it and wanted to check again, but when Bada slowed down to a halt it became clear. Clarified further by that groan to your ear coming from Bada. “Fuck,” like she didn’t expect that herself.

But before any of you both could do anything, the music came to an end. The person holding the microphone babbled away while Lusher approached you and Bada, taking advantage of the moment to talk to you both.

“Yo, we should get going. It’s getting a bit too late.”

You were a little flabbergasted, it showed a little on your face when you looked back at Bada. But Bada looked at you with that same composed look, yet she softly apologized. 

“Sorry about that,” and it was just for you to hear. But loudly and firmly, she responded to Lusher. “Let me drive you home.”

The sea of meaningless words kept clashing into each other and creating nonsense as you kept reading. God, studying was no use right now. In your mind there was only something running around endlessly and that was Bada. 

You couldn’t stop thinking of the ride back home from yesterday. Bada cooly driving everyone, unfazed by what had just happened between the two of you. You were on the passenger seat, looking at her discreetly and noting – at least in the beginning –  that subtle, tell-tale bulge. A bulge that soon enough dissipated, as if Bada put it under control. It fascinated you, seeing as you hadn’t noticed before that moment, but above all what fascinated you was how casual she was about it. And how she seemed to notice you staring every now and then. Responsibly, of course, she didn’t keep her eyes off the road when the car was moving even for an inch, but when slowing down to a stop to drop off Tatter, Bada looked at you and noticed you already were staring. Against your better judgment, you didn’t look away, instead you locked gazes with her while Tatter gathered her things to hop off. And in that brief moment you both looked at each other, she… smirked. 

Like she knew why you were staring at her for starters, like she was going to talk to you about it at one point. Just not that night.

But you couldn’t feel the same certainty and confidence you felt then. Not after waking up the next morning and realizing you were probably way out of her league, the bits of liquid confidence that tasted like hellish alcohol dissipating from your system.

Now, studying was impossible and your mind was restless. 

Lusher was also sprawled across her bed, the book just covering her face. She was exhausted by the night before and struggling to study for different reasons. But she was more confused as to why YOU were struggling. You had been a studious kind of reader, a better student than her in the short amount of time you were her roomie. So, she grabbed the book, closed it and found enjoyment somewhere else.

Poking your brain for a second, figuring you out.

“Can’t study either, huh?” She asked first, her voice breaking the heavy silence. 

“Nope,” you replied, forehead to textbook now. “Not at all.”

“Last night wasn’t THAT wild though,” Lusher said. “I thought you avoided drinking that much for the same reason.”

You sighed and opted to lay face up, closing the book. “It’s not the drinking.”

Lusher looked confused. “Then, what is it?”

You really had no idea how to even begin explaining it, or if you should even tell your roommate that the leader of her dance crew was the one thing consistently on your mind. “I… I don’t know.”

Lusher squinted, her brain starting to function. “I thought you had fun, you look like you’re hungover more than anything.”

“No, believe me. I had a lot of fun, it was great! But…”

Is it too corny to say you were hungover from the rapid growth of a crush? A crush who you danced with and had in your space all night? Definitely felt like you were yearning for her to start with, like you needed to be near her to survive. Ugh! Stupid feeling, you hated it and its very silly side effects. You truly couldn’t word this to Lusher in a way that was logical or anything, so you gave yourself the moment of silence to try to come up with something.

That silence was more than enough for Lusher to click things together. She may not be good for studying, but gossip is her Ph.D and life. It dawned on her and while she was still piecing things together, she gasped out. “Oh my god,” she excitedly slid to the edge of her bed. “It’s Bada, isn’t it?”

Your eyes shut open wide and looked at her. “N-no?”

“Oh you’re lying,” Lusher pointed at you, breaking out into laughter.

You were blushing all over again, grabbing your pillow and covering it – almost as if to smother yourself to get away from embarrassment. 

“Aw, c’mon, I don’t blame you!” Lusher insisted, skipping over to the edge of your bed. “Don’t be embarrassed, Bada is quite the looker.”

You groaned into the pillow and Lusher grabbed it away from you, giggling. “She’s… so pretty.”

“Yeah,” Lusher nodded. “She’s also really hot, isn’t she?”

“Lusher, she’s your leader.” “So? I can find my friends hot,” Lusher shrugged. “Like Tatter is hot. And Bada IS hot, you can’t deny it.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help but to smile at that. “Yes.”

“Aha!” Lusher snapped her fingers. “Then wait,” she calmed down a bit. “Why were you so dejected just now? Aren’t you supposed to be like… giddy about it?”

You shook your head. “I am, but… Y’know. I talked to her a lot and she was so fascinating to me, like there’s a lot to learn about her. And we even danced and all but… Bada is out of my league.”

Lusher wanted to slap you and you could tell. “She spent the entire night with you, you idiot.”

“Which her heartbreaker type can do,” you reasoned, raising a finger matter of factly. 

Lusher was about to retort, but thought it through for a second. “She used to, not so much anymore.”

“See?”

“Okay but,” Lusher insisted, trying to defend her leader now. “She doesn’t do that and I think she respects that we’re roommates to even try that, okay?”

You couldn’t give a rebuttal to that.

Lusher adjusted in her seat. “Besides, when she was done dancing with you she looked like she needed some fresh air. Like you rocke–.” Lusher stopped abruptly and gasped, hitting your arm playfully. “Tatter was right!”

You were trying to get away from her smacks. “Wh-what, stop that!”

“Oh my god,” Lusher giggled, trying to lower her voice a bit. “Tatter mentioned that when she saw Bada take us to her car, she saw Bada a little flustered, trying to hide her–.” Lusher looked around, then whispered away. “Her hard on.”

You gulped, looking at the ceiling and not daring to keep eye contact with your roommate. 

“Listen, Bada doesn’t get hard-ons like that ever,” Lusher insisted, hitting the mattress repeatedly. “Ne-ver. I’ve seen her dance with so many people! She has been grinded on plenty of times, and believe me even I danced with her once. I have never seen her have a hard-on. Which, I will admit, did wound my ego just a bit,” dramatic pause for Lusher to place her hand on her chest. “But Bada has never gotten hard.”

You rubbed your arm. “M-maybe Tatter misunderstood–.”

“That girl has 20/20 vision and can see ants running on the ground, I doubt she would not notice,” Lusher said way too excited. “This is good gossip, oh my god.”

You covered your face. “Stoooop, it still doesn’t mean anything.”

“Yes, it does. It means you affected her a little, enough to catch her off guard. Bada doesn’t just get flustered like that, not in all the while I’ve known her,” Lusher insisted, as hopeful as you should be. “I don’t care if she’s out of your league or whatever, if you like her and she likes you back, give it a try. You already got her once, right?”

Lusher does have a point. What gives if Bada is out of your league? Why not just try it and see where it goes? Why not just chase after the woman who already seems to pay particular attention to you?

Why not?

[luvleyk]

— More?

| CW: public sex, fingering, mirror sex, CEO! Bada x reader, uh.. Sugar mommy! Bada?

|A/N: hi😌

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Bada sat poised on one of the chairs, that was near in the fitting room area. Her finger tapped on her knee while waiting for you to show her the first outfit that you had chosen. She insisted that she'll buy you a new clothes, since your old ones are a bit... Tacky in her taste. You were a bit hesitant but you didn't have the choice.

A soft tune can be heard from the store's speakers, tho it sounds faint in her ears because she was more focused on the soft shuffling nose of the clothes, behind the door of the fitting room..

Lately, she found herself often checking her schedule, as if seeking more opportunities to spend her time with you. Due to her busy schedule, she wasn't been able to be with you and it made her a bit frustrated. Hell, she was even considering to bring you to her company. That consideration led her to think something so... Vulgar.. You, bending over her desk as she takes you there, telling you to keep quiet because her employees might come in and see how debauched you look..

She sighed quietly, trying to push the pent-up frustration aside as she leaned down, her elbows were resting against her lap. She pinched the bridge of her nose to calm herself.

But that didn't seem to help when she saw you exited the fitting room wearing that dress. Her hand unconsciously gripped on the fabric of her trousers. Fuck. She thought as her gaze trailer down on your body.. The way the cotton fabric hugging your body, showing your perfect curves, the hem of the dress were showing your soft and tender thighs, it's stirring something inside her..

"Bada..? So.. Uhm.. How do I look..?" Your questions snapped her from the thoughts that were kept piling up in her mind..

She coughs before getting up. The way you look, right now. Is not helping her clear her mind. She walk towards you, her gaze were examining you, as if she's trying to see if it looks good. When in reality she just wants to push you towards the fitting room.. "Mm... Yeah.. You look pretty, baby" she said, feigning nonchalance as she can't help but to stare at your body. A bit too intense in comfort.

You seemed to notice her intense stare, but didn't pay no mind since you always notice her do that when she looks at you..

She suddenly became bold, when you noticed her leaned down and her hand trail behind your back, groping your ass.. "Mmhm... We should definitely buy this one.." She whispered against your ear. Her smirk widens as she felt you shudder against her.

You felt her pulled away and looked down at you.. "Maybe, we should take a closer look in the mirror, hm?" She asked, gesturing to get inside the fitting room.

Her sudden action made you swallowed hard, the anticipation sending a shiver down your spine as you nodded slowly.. "O.. Okay.." You stammered and guided her inside the changing room..

She closed the door and lock it, making sure no one will disturb as her eyes went to the mirror, her piercing gaze trailing through the reflection of your body. You felt yourself heat up at the sight of her, looming over you from behind.

Bada's hand slid on your waist, pulling you close as she lean down on your ear.. "You look pretty.." She hummed, planting a kiss on your neck. She let out a satisfied hum as she hear you let out a quiet moan and tilt your head. "Should dress you up so pretty, everyday.. Wanna spoil you, hmm." She nuzzled her nose against the crook of your neck, and you shivered as a response..

She slightly pulled away to look again in the mirror, her eyes raked over your body as her hand went to the hem of your dress, lifting it up to expose your skin and the lacy undergarments, underneath..

"Tell me, baby.." She breathe against your skin, her fingers dancing against the tender spot of your thigh.. "What do you think? Does this make you more beautiful?" Her words sounds innocent but her tone were dripping with a hint of lust.

You looked at the mirror, seeing her standing behind your back while looking at you with such hungry gaze, made your cunt clenched at nothing. You bit your lips and nodded as a response... "Y.. Yes.."

Her smirk were still visible as she started to knead the soft flesh while her other hand pulled you closer against her. "Mhm.. As it should.." She said, nailing were dragging up on your thighs, eliciting a shiver from you.

"Do you mind, holding this?" she asked, gesturing you to hold the hem of the dress.. Reluctantly, you did what she told you to. She chuckled quietly before planting a kiss on your head.. "Such a good girl for me.."

A shiver run down from your spine as you felt her fingers rubbing on the apex of your thighs.. The fabric of your panty, rubbing against your clit send a tingly sensation in your stomach..

"B.. Bada.. What if we get caught.."

"Shh.. If you just stay still and be quiet, we won't be able to get caught.." She reassured as her fingers continue to rub in circles on your sensitive bud.. She can already feel how hot you were, down there..

You hand gripped on her arm for support, while the other were covering your mouth, a feeble attempt to muffle out your gasps and moans that were threatening to escape.. You tried to look away from the mirror but her free hand, gripped your jaw, forcing you to look.. "I didn't told you to look away, baby" she murmured against your ear.

Her hand pulled away from rubbing your bud, and hook her fingers on the waistband of your underwear, slowly pulling it down. She watch it fall down on your legs before her fingers went back to rubbing your clit.. You could see how she watches you with pure ecstasy, the way your lips parted, letting out a quiet, yet breathless moan.. She's enjoying every bit of tremor and shudders that passed through you..

Fingers, slowly brushing against your slick folds. A satisfied hum, escape her throat as she feels how wet and ready you are for her.. "Oh baby... Look how wet you are. You're practically dripping.." She murmured, planting a kiss on the crook of your neck as she slowly pushed two digits, invading your aching hole.. A muffled whimper escaped your lips as you watch her fingers slowly pushing in and out of you, feeling her long, slender fingers rubbing against that spot that made your toes curl..

"Do you feel good, baby?" She asked, finger fucking your needy cunt with single-minded focus..

"Y.. Yes..." You replied, feeling more aroused and forgetting that you two were doing this in public, where people might hear you..

Too risky. That's what your mind keeps telling you. What if the sales clerk would suddenly knock...? Disturbing the two of you? Or they suddenly opened the door and got caught... That'd be too embarrassing..

Bada seemed to notice your daze expression, almost like you're getting lost in thought and not focusing on her.

Feeling a bit annoyed by your action, she curled up her fingers inside, hitting that spongey spot that almost made you moan loudly. "I didn't told you to get distracted" she murmured, pumping her fingers in a fast pace. She's desperate to make you cum, wanting you to drip and leave traces here, in this small room..

Your legs quivered as you tried to stay still while gripping on her arm for support.. "I'm gonna... Mn.. Gonna cum, Bada..." You moaned quietly.

She planted a kiss on your head while she increased her pace, fucking into your soaked cunt with wild abandon. Her thumb rubbed your clit harder, the rough pad circling and pressing against the sensitive nub. She could feel your arousal dripping down her fingers, coating them slickly as she worked you closer to your peak.

You lift the skirt of your dress up and bit the hem to muffle your cries.. She could feel your body tensing, your inner muscles starting to flutter and quake around her plunging fingers as your climax rapidly approached. Bada knew you were right on the cusp, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

"That's it, baby..." She encourages against the crook of your neck.. Her thumb pressed down hard on your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight, rapid circles. At the same time, Bada curled her fingers sharply inside you, pressing against that sensitive spot deep within your core that made your toes curl in your shoes.

After a while, you grew tense. Your hand gripping tightly on her arm, as you convulse against her. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your inner walls clamping down on her fingers like a vice as you shuddered and jerked in her embrace.

"Good girl, baby.. Good girl.." She praised as she slowly thrust her fingers, prolonging your orgasm. She gentled her touch, her fingers slowing their fervent thrusts to long, languid strokes as she helped you ride out the aftershocks. Bada's other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against her as she held you close, supporting you through the intensity of your release.

As you slowly relaxes, she slowly pulled out. Her other hand gripped your jaw as she made you watch her lick her fingers clean.. "Mmn.. Delicious as always.." She hummed.. The erotic sight of her tasting your climax sent another shudder through your oversensitive body.

After that she gave you your regular clothes and told you to change quickly.. And mentioning that she'll do more once you both go back to her manor, made your pussy clenched at nothing again..

Once you're done changing, you exited the fitting room, holding the dress that you tried earlier.. "We should buy this... It's embarrassing that I wore this while we did that..." You quietly said, feeling embarrassed at the memory..

She chuckled and patted your head.. "Of course... I'll buy it for you. In fact, I could buy this whole store for you.." She teased, ignoring the part where you mentioned that she finger fucked you while you're wearing that dress..

You followed her to the counter as you watch her gave her card on the cashier to pay. Your eyes was just focused on her hands... Your thoughts were all jammed..

"What are you thinking?" You're snapped out of your thoughts when you notice her already finished paying for the dress and now just looking down at you..

"N.. Nothing.." You stammered and she chuckled..

"Don't worry, baby.. If you want more.. We can do it in the car or in my bedroom" she whispered against your ear.

Your cheeks heated up and just shook your head.. "L.. Let's just go.."

A laugh escape from her lips as she guided you of the store and lead you to the parking lot. Her movements were a bit quick and deliberate, as if impatiently wanting to fuck you..

"You're ready for another round, right?"

[ssivinee]

「 Running on Fumes 」

l. bada x BEBE ! f reader ✎𓂃 You never favored the spotlight, yet years later, you're on Street Woman Fighter 2 with your girlfriend and the rest of BEBE. Due to disliking a lot of the pressure and eyes on you, there seems to be a crack that grows after hearing every hurtful word some crews said about you.

word count ! 2.6 k

requested ! 🐚 anon: hello! can I request a bada × reader story? the scenario is bada and the reader is in the same group and they are together. during the evaluation the reader got a lot of criticism and also got a lot of no respect stickers. I wanna know how will bada react 🥹 thank you! 🫶🏻

Throughout your entire career, you were never a fan of being in front of a camera. Always being riddled with nerves and anxiety, it made growing up relatively hard. It’s what caused your mother to push for what she believed was best for you. Which all parents usually do, but your mother went the extra mile to ‘better’ you.

There was always a looming thought in your mind—whether to thank or be angry at your mom. Because, as traumatic as your childhood was, she’s what got you into dancing in the first place. When you stepped into a ballet studio at the age of seven, you almost peed in your tutu while watching all the other experienced kids doing pliés and pirouettes. The experience left your stomach queasy, and your head spinning a bit—their incredibly slim yet lean figures could put negative thoughts in your head within an instant.

It was bearable… for the most part.

Yet at a young age, you begin to realize how negative adults can really be with kids, just like how your ballet instructor can be. Your mom forced you to stay in ballet, mainly because of a month's deposit she made on the class. So you had to stick it through, even if your teacher made your emotional self cry every night.

Regardless of those variables, you still found dancing fun. After you ended ballet, you've just danced at home in your room. It usually meant your fluffy socks gliding against the carpet of your room while wearing some random shorts and a large shirt. You would even act like you weren’t doing anything when your mom walked into your room, silently breathing heavily in an effort not to be caught out of embarrassment. 

Despite all your efforts, your mom isn’t stupid. She knew all about your dancing, especially with all the thumping on the upper levels of the house. So, to her, maybe, just maybe, to help you get out of your shell, she could put you into another class.

Fortunately, she did because you spent a week dancing the exact choreography you learned the day of. It didn’t necessarily help all the pent-up anxiety within you, but it did help with your confidence.

After a couple of years of doing so, you had finally began to have found a love for commercial dance classes. Not only did you find a new talent to be proud of, but it’s also when you started to meet your long-time friends.

Leejung was one of the first few of you met. When you were about fourteen years old, your parents realized how seriously you were beginning to take these classes, and realized that moving to Seoul would be beneficial for you. 

Once that happened, your first class introduced you to many of the Korean choreographers you’d see today. When you turned eighteen, you decided this was something you wanted to pursue.

So even without liking the camera and media, you went into all of it headfirst. Making a name for yourself on social media, taking as many classes as you can, and even trying to set up your own classes.

It was working as well, and everything seemed to be going great. There was nothing in your way.

Your parents were still hesitant about the career choice, but your father, being himself, was your biggest advocate when it came to your mother and your passion. 

Thank the universe she didn’t—or else you would’ve never met Bada.

The woman who you’d consider to be the love of your life. It was a pretty lackluster first impression, both of you sweating and dancing in the middle when called to do so. Bada’s a social butterfly—if she figured she liked your look and personality, she would personally go out of her way to talk to you.

You like to think she saw you as interesting enough to even be friends with, when it clearly became more than that. There wasn’t any opposition to being in a relationship; it was just something you never really thought about.

Since your main focus was getting out of your shell, you never really had a crush.

Yet when Bada came into your life, you were easily swept off your feet by the woman, which was just common for anything Bada does. By the time you realized you had some inkling of feelings for her, both of you were in the dance studio alone, and she had almost kissed you before stopping herself.

When that happened, you took a leap of faith. There wasn’t much thought behind it, but you kissed Bada the following week after another class you guys shared. From then on, there were dates, hangouts, and kisses until it finally became official between the two of you.

Then came the rise of Street Woman Fighter. The first season was an undeniable hit, people like No:ze and even Lee Chaeyeon gained more popularity than intended.

Long story short, after the first season, Bada had begun curating her own dance crew, BEBE. It was at a point in time when both you and Bada now had bigger careers. Your girlfriend had worked with multiple SM artists by then, while you worked with artists from multiple companies, and both of you were becoming somewhat known names in the dance scene.

Even teaching in multiple classes that same year. Getting close to certain students helped with the completion of the crew, and she even asked you—well, that’s how you find yourself here, seated first in the fight zone of the building with Bada beside you.

You feel sweat clinging to the palms of your hands as you rest them at the edge of your seat, right beside your thighs. 

There’s a feeling of warmth that settles right above your hand, looking over to see Bada using her hand to hold your. She gives a soft smile, mouthing if your okay and you nod.

The atmosphere felt a bit suffocating, especially when a video starts playing on the large monitor. You could feel how you almost jolt up from the loud volume and some groups began to talk about BEBE.

A lot of what each crew said was expected. How you guys haven’t been a crew for a long time, Bada and her copy cats, Bada overshadowing everyone else, blah blah blah.

You mentally prepared for what they would say about you guys… well, mostly that is.

“Y/n-nim… seems to look really cold, no?” You watch as Mina Myoung points at your photo, the rest of Deep N Dap nodding along. “She looks really mean,” JJ says, in a more innocent manner.

The next clip is 1Million watching videos of your dancing, and Lia Kim tilts her head, obviously confused for some reason. “I don’t really see anything special here,” their youngest, Harimu, tells them, and Lia claps once. “That’s exactly what I couldn’t put into words, Bada just seems like the star of the crew.”

“She’s popular for this mysterious facade she has on social media, right?” Yeni questions and Chocol nods. “Is she popular for her dancing or just the mysterious vibe of not showing her face much?” Halo asks, and you see the rest of the women shrug.

You huffed out the long breath you had been holding in, unsure of how to respond, but it was clear in the way your jaw clenched. Mnet had done a very good job of creating a dramatic atmosphere, and you didn’t know they would kind of push the boundaries of your insecurities.

Shouldn’t have thought so highly of them in the first place. You couldn’t be mad about it all since a lot of it was the truth. Glancing over to your right, Bada’s face is being hit by the cool-toned lighting, the rush of red on her cheeks growing darker from festering anger after each word a person spoke.

Her fist clenched hard, seeing the colors of her knuckles fading into white. With cameras all around, it was difficult to grab her hand or do anything outwardly comforting. The best you could do was brush your finger up against the back of Bada’s hand, and you can see how her shoulders relax from your peripheral vision.

That only lasted for about ten seconds, because as soon as the video ends, the room is filled with the sounds of slamming as you and the girls watch stickers being placed right next to your names.

Bada, despite being popular like everyone said, only got two stickers—from very obvious people, you might add.

You knew Bada well enough by now to know about the history between her and Redy, while she worked with Redlic quite often. There was something at the tip of your tongue about it all, but as you're about to whisper about it to Bada, the monitor shows multiple stickers slamming right beside your name.

Six to be exact.

Not knowing whether to find it amusing or outright disrespectful, a scoff escapes your lips as you look a bit shocked. It was clear that you weren’t as well-known as your girlfriend, and you believed you had gone past that era of feeling like you were overshadowed by her aura. Yet standing here made you feel that same anxiety and frustration—the same feelings you had when the first comment of you and Bada showed up in some YouTube comments.

You even remember the first time reading it. The comment was under a video of a choreography made by you, and Bada had joined the class last minute, to everyone’s knowledge. In the video, you had put everyone in groups except Bada to show her off. 

Not many people knew you two were together, but it didn’t mean you weren’t going to be proud and show her off. In your mind, it isn’t clear if that choice of yours was a mistake or not when you read, ‘I usually dislike Y/n’s style of dancing, but Bada-nim made it work and I love it!’

Reading the comment threw you off, and Bada even noticed it. There was a point in time when you distanced yourself because of it. 

That was at the beginning of your relationship, and you had to learn to grow from it. There’s also no denying that gaining your own fanbase certainly helped the matter. 

Bada’s eyes shift towards you, seeing how your face has become a shade paler at the silence. You have a brilliant girlfriend, and she knows you get into your head… like a lot.

She knew it was likely going to be worse this time since you didn’t take kindly to badmouthing. Constructive criticism was something you could handle, maybe one tear will roll down your face, but you tend to keep your head up high.

Now, comments like these—they’re a big problem. Due to being so harsh on yourself, Bada could already feel the breakdown coming. It wasn’t something she ‘wanted’ to be aware of, but you gave her enough signals that it was going to come soon.

The hair combing, the cracking of your fingers, the way you’d press your lips shut tight, and how you would begin rotating your wrist as if you’re stretching. Within a minute, you had done all of that in order as you took your seats.

You couldn’t even focus for the rest of the show, just constantly spacing out. Like, even with everyone being hype about Jam Republic, Kang Daniel, or Shonwu, you just sat in the corner beside Bada, just staring at the floor as if it were a void.

There was a tug on your sleeve, bringing you out of your head, and you looked up to see Bada holding on, waiting for you to come along with her. Quietly, you get up, not saying a word, as Bada gives you a hug while bringing you up the stairs.

All of the girls were mentally prepping for battles, more excited than nervous, but when Lusher realized you hadn’t voiced your opinions at all, she carefully warned the rest to tone it down.

As you changed at the deeper end of the hideout, Bada kept looking at you, her worried eyes saying it all. You could see how the tail ends of her brows turned down while glancing every once in a while. “Unnie, should I have everyone head out first?” Lusher whispers to the eldest, who only watched as you paced back and forth like you were keeping yourself busy with something. “Yeah…” Bada mumbles, just keeping track of you.

The third oldest began ushering out each member, explaining that you two would follow.

“Babe?” You hear her call out while walking, but your legs wouldn’t seem to stop working on their own. They just kept going and going and going.

That was until you heard her call out again, and it was the thing that made you pause. “Are you okay?”

Those damned trigger words. 

You feel the tears pooling in your eyes, looking down as you try taking deep breaths to hold them back. “Yeah,” you tried telling her, or yourself even, but your trembling voice made it clear that if you didn’t cry it out now, you’d be crying on the stage later, and she knew you wouldn’t want that.

Bada opens her arms, one hand in a beckoning motion—her welcoming you into her arms. You shuffle over to where she’s seated, sitting on her lap softly as you lay your head in the crook of her neck.

Her warmth was good enough to calm you down, her scent could’ve drowned your worries at that exact moment. 

But once you feel the palm of her hand running up and down your back softly, the water works begin to fall. The sounds of your sniffles and whimpers filled the room as her arms wrapped around you.

She feels your tears wetting her neck, due to your lashes fluttering against them ever so lightly. “T-This show makes m-me feel stupid. They made me l-look like a joke,” you talk through your tears, gasping for air throughout your sentence as you couldn’t stop the emotions overcoming you.

You feel Bada caressing your head, hushing you to say everything is okay. She even presses a few light kisses on the top of your head, and it seems to be doing the trick.

She had felt your breathing become far more relegated, how you stopped shaking and stopped gripping her shirt. 

Bada leans back, sweeping the strands of hair out of your face, then taking the pad of her thumb to wipe away the tears staining your face.

“They’re just trying to stir drama,” she whispers in your ear, making sure the production team wouldn’t hear, and you nod, ultimately agreeing with Bada.

Due to everyone changing, it was a quick camera break, and Bada was about to make the most of it. 

“One, I’m sure everyone here respects you. Two, you are the most talented, strong, hardworking, beautiful woman in the whole wide world,” she tells you, stretching out her arms to signify the size of the world.

Her nose scrunches up while doing so, making you giggle. The reaction has her looking at you with a smile, taking you into her arms once more. “There’s that beautiful smile I know and love.”

She softly moves you off her lap, seating you right next to her as she goes over to get her cap next to the door, then places it on your head. You feel how it shimmies down your hair, the large brim covering you, likely, irritated and puffy eyes.

“Let’s go out there and kill it?”

You smile, giving a nod and a quick kiss before walking out hand in hand, with the one woman who could, of course, calm you down after an episode like that.

[pinkcelestialstar]

Guess who's here after a long vacation(not really), I was procrastinating on writing this one. But finally am done. I don't even know how this one is...so yeah.

You broke up, but I didn't.

Bada CEO x employee reader. (Also girlfriends)

Smut. G!p.

Bada walks into your office, closing the door behind her with a soft click. She leans against it, arms crossed over her chest, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she sees you sitting at your desk. "Well, well, well... look who's avoiding their 'ex-girlfriend' today."

You rolled your eyes at her.

Though she calls you 'ex' as you wanted it, since it was a 'breakup', which she didn't really feel since she's always flirting with you, or at least trying to, since you didn't flirt back. For her it was her girlfriend being mad at her after a fight.

It was all because she forgot your birthday and was out for a business meeting in London precisely on that day, and was out of reach, and you yelled and cried over the call and broke up with her. But you can't help but see her face every day since she's the CEO and you're an employee working there.

Bada pushes off from the door and saunters over to your desk, her heels clicking against the floor. She reaches out and gently grabs your chair, spinning you around to face her. "Come on, don't give me that attitude."

She tilts her head, studying your face with those piercing eyes of hers. Her thumb gently brushes against your cheek as she speaks softly. "We used to be so good together... I don't understand why you had to go and break up with me over something so stupid."

"You're a jerk," you said as you couldn't find an insult.

Bada's smirk falters for a moment at your harsh words, but then it returns full force as she leans in closer, her face inches from yours. "Ouch, that hurts coming from you. Especially since I remember exactly how those lips used to kiss instead of throwing harsh words around, I could always use mine to shut you up~"

Your cheeks flush as you try to act nonchalant.

She notices your flustered expression and smiles mischievously, leaning in even closer. "Miss me yet?" Her voice drops lower, more intimate. "Remember how good we were together? How you used to moan my name at night?" Her head tilts slightly, eyes locked with yours.

You bend and escape from the chair she pinned you to. "Shut up," you say, flustered.

She lets out a full-blown laugh at your flustered state, following you around her desk. "Someone's extra sensitive today..." Her heels click behind you as she pursues. "You know what? You're only proving my point more - acting like someone who misses their girlfriend very much."

You stand leaning forward, holding yourself with your palms on the table, as you couldn't stop yourself from being flustered.

Seeing you like this, so vulnerable, pushes her limits. She steps closer, her body pressing against yours from behind as she wraps her arms around your waist. "I could bend you over this table right now... make you forget all about our stupid fight..." Her breath ghosts over your ear.

You look up behind you as you were breathing heavily, "I hate you.."

Her smirk widens. She knows you're not actually mad, just extremely flustered. Her eyes drop to watch your chest rise and fall quickly. She teasingly whispers, "Do you hate me so much that you don't want my touch? That you don't get wet hearing my dirty talk anymore?"

You blush furiously, "Shut up, jerk"

She chuckles softly, her body pressing even closer against yours. "Such harsh words from someone who's clearly turned on." She shifts slightly, letting her hips press against yours briefly before pulling back just enough to keep teasing. "Remember when I used to make you wet with just my words?"

You whimper as you unconsciously move back to try and let your ass meet her groin in search of friction.

She notices your subtle movement and smirks, pressing forward again so you can feel her through her pants. "You're basically begging me to fuck you against this table right now..." Her lips trace along your neck, feeling your pulse racing. "You miss my cock, don't you?"

"Bada...stop...ngh...I hate you..." you say weakly.

She lets out a soft laugh, knowing full well that your protests are growing weaker by the second. "You hate me so much that your body is pushing back against mine?" She grinds against you slightly, feeling your reaction through your clothes. "Your words say one thing, but your body says another."

She bites your earlobe gently, her hands slowly sliding up your sides. "I bet if I slide my hand into your panties right now, I'd find you soaking wet." Her voice is low and seductive, designed to make your knees weak.

You whimper as your eyes were glossy now, grinding your ass back against her front as you look at her, desperation in your eyes.

She smirks, her eyes darkening with desire. "I knew we'd end up like this." She presses harder against you, letting you feel the length of her cock against your ass.

You try to hold yourself steady against the table.

Without warning, she reaches around and hooks her fingers into your skirt, pulling them down. She can feel your wetness through the thin fabric of your panties. She pushes your panties to the side, rubbing it to feel the wetness "Fuck, I've missed this pussy."

"Tell me to stop." Her voice becomes more commanding, one hand pulling her zipper down to free her cock while the other teasingly traces circles near your entrance. "If you really hate me like you say you do..." Her fingers press lightly against your clit, making you gasp. "Then tell me to fuck off."

You whimper "bada..."

Her name on your lips is all the encouragement she needs. She hooks her arm under your thigh, pulling your leg up higher as she positions herself between your legs. With one swift thrust, she pushes her cock inside you, filling you completely. "That's right, take it." She starts moving.

You gasp as your mouth falls open.

She fucks you hard and fast, just like you used to love. She leans in close, her breath hot against your ear. "You're still so fucking tight. I bet no one's touched this pussy since we broke up, have they?" She bites your earlobe.

You whimper.

She reaches up and grabs your throat, squeezing lightly as she continues to pound into you. Her other hand moves to your clit, circling it roughly. "Answer me. Has anyone else been inside this perfect little cunt?" Her movements become more rough, driven by jealousy and possessiveness.

You shake your head as you cry in pleasure.

A feral growl escapes her throat at your response. She pushes you to lay flat on your stomach on the table. She starts fucking you even harder, the table creaking beneath you. "Good girl. This pussy is still mine."

"You remember how deep I can go?" She angles her hips just right, making sure to hit that spot where you can't help but cry out. "Fuck, how I've missed these sounds you make." Her pace becomes rhythmic and intentional, targeting your G-spot with precise strokes.

She watches your face contort with pleasure. She smiles to herself, knowing exactly how to break you down. She pulls out suddenly, making you whimper at the loss. She slaps your ass, "look at that little hole trying to suck me back in~"

Her eyes darken at the sight. She grabs your hips roughly, positioning herself behind you. "Fuck, this view." She slaps your ass hard before grabbing a handful of your flesh and spreading you wide.

She enters your pussy, slow and deep this time. Her hands roam over your curves as she begins to move. One hand slides around your waist to find your clit again, while the other pulls your hair gently. "I've missed fucking this perfect ass and pussy."

You clench around her, gripping her tight.

"Fuck..." Her breath catches, feeling your tightness around her. She increases the pressure on your clit and picks up the pace, knowing exactly how to drive you crazy. "You gonna cum on this dick?" She leans over, teeth grazing your shoulder.

You nods as you flutter around her cock.

She smiles triumphantly, her movements becoming erratic as she chases her own release, determined to make you cum first. "That's it... Take it like a good girl... Fuck, you're gonna make me cum too..." Her hand on your clit moves faster in circles.

You turn your head to look at her "don't pull out...cum in me..."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." She bites her lip, staring into your eyes as she feels herself getting close. She leans back, pushing deep inside you and grinding against your G-spot. "Ngh...what- but-"

You grip her cock tight.

She hisses, knowing that you're trying to make her release. She hits deep inside you again and again.

"Damn it... You do that when I'm trying not to nut..." She spanks your ass softly, then groans, "You want my seed, baby?"

You whimpers and nod.

With a final, powerful thrust, she buries herself deep inside you and cums hard, filling your pussy with her warm, thick cum. She keeps moving slowly, ensuring every drop stays inside you. "Fuck... I love your pussy..." She kisses your neck softly as she comes down from her high.

You flutter around her as you get close too.

Feeling your body respond, she keeps her cock inside you. She slides her hand back to your clit, rubbing it gently but firmly. "Come on, baby. Let me feel that pussy cum all over my dick."

You cry and shudder, cumming hard on her dick, mixing your fluids together.

"Yes... fuck yes..." She continues moving slowly, drawing out your orgasm, loving how your tightening walls squeeze her sensitive cock. "Look at you fucking cumming all over this dick..." She kisses your back, worshipping your body as you shudder through your climax. "Beautiful..."

She slowly pulls out slightly, then pushes back in gently, coating her cock with your combined juices. "Goddamn... Look at this mess..." She grins wickedly and starts thrusting slowly again, mixing everything together inside you.

You look back at her, glaring but with no anger, remembering your fight because of which you 'broke up'.

She sees the unspoken question in your eyes. She captures your lips in a passionate kiss, pouring all her pent-up desire and regret into it.

After the kiss, she rests her forehead against yours, her breath warm on your face. "We were stupid to fight like that... to let something so trivial come between us." Her voice is low and filled with emotion. She pulls back slightly to look into your eyes.

"You still forgot my birthday.."

She winces slightly at the reminder, her expression softening even more. "I know. baby. I fucked up. I was an idiot."

She presses her forehead back against yours, closing her eyes briefly. "I should have been there for you. I should have remembered your birthday."

She starts moving again, this time with more purpose and emotion behind each thrust. "Let me make it up to you... every day for the rest of our lives if I have to." Her hand reaches around to play with your clit while she kisses along your neck. "Please... take me back?"

"You better be ready if I get pregnant...I'm not on pills.." you say, leaning into her touch.

Her eyes widen and a shocked, delighted smile spreads across her face as she freezes, her cock buried deep inside you. "Fuck... you're serious? You're not on birth control?"

You look away, blushing, trying to stay mad as you nod.

She kisses you deeply again, her voice muffled against your lips. "I'll marry you today if that's what it takes." Her hips start moving slowly once more, filling you up completely. "I'll take care of you... of us... of our baby."

"Fuck you but I love you so much, and you better do all the chores and also hire someone else to do all my job at office for forgetting my birthday, and be my wife"

She laughs, a genuine happy laugh as she starts moving faster, her arms wrapping around you to hold you close. "Deal. I'll hire someone... and be your wife... and baby mama." She bites your neck playfully. "Just... forgive me? And take me back?"

You nod and chuckle.

"Damn, I didn't know, all it took for starting a family and getting my girlfriend pregnant was to first fight with her, I would have done this long time ago" she laughs still moving inside you.

"Shut up, as if we weren't gonna do this someday." You say.

"True. I missed your pussy so fucking much." She kisses your neck and wraps her arms around you again, holding you close as she continues to fuck you slowly. "I missed you so much..... you stupid, adorable, annoying, but my perfect girlfriend." She kisses your forehead.

As someone with algophobia and afraid of penetration or getting pregnant, I do write a lot about getting pregnant or having babies😭.

[jihyoruri]

INTO YOU bada lee x reader

warnings: yn is apart of jam republic, bada is older than yn, fluff, one sided enemies to potential lovers, fluff, yn is lowkey insane but it’s okay we love her

yn poked her tongue into the side of cheek as her gaze hardens on the tall dancer, of course she just had to be here and look the way she does, so annoyingly attractive.

yn felt a nudge and turned to look at audrey who had a teasing look on her face, “you know people can feel when you stare at them right?” she laughs nudging yn again, “she’s a good dancer.”

yn rolled her eyes at that, “I wouldn’t say good…” she fibbed, looking off to the side, she was really good dancer actually but yn would never say that out loud.

audrey have a pointed look that screamed “be real” and yn reluctantly shrugged her shoulders, “okay maybe she’s a little good.”

“why do you hate her again?” audrey asked taking her turn to have a look at the taller girl, ever since she’s met yn, yn would always rant to her about some “tall asshole.” that she hates, it’s amusing to see yn’s hatred in person.

“she just has it out for me.” yn answered dramatically, throwing herself on audrey’s shoulder, “have I told you about the time she chose me to do a duet with her just to get under my skin? and it was so intimate ugh i hated it.”

“yes yn, yes you have.”

“oh.” yn says before perking up again, “but it’s okay.” she says clapping her hands together as audrey looks at her confused, “since this is a show, she’ll probably be focused on that.”

“really?” audrey asked sarcastically, raising a brow as yn nods happily, “are you sure about that?”

“100% positive.” yn says flashing her teammate a charming smile. “she’ll probably forget I’m here.”

“yeah?”

“yep.”

“then why is she staring at you?” audrey asks in faux confusion. nodding over at the taller girl she smiles when she seees yn tense and slowly look behind herself.

yn makes eye contact with the person that she highly despised, she narrows her eyes at the other dancer who “smiles.” at yn.

to anyone else it would seem like a friendly smile but yn knew that smile. she turned back to audrey with a scowl on her face, “did you see what she just did?”

“uh..” audrey trails off, “smile at you?”

“no, she just revealed that she’s gonna make my life a living hell.” yn said taking another quick look behind her to get another look at bada, before turning back around to audrey, “oh, she’s so cocky I hate it.”

audrey lets out a loud laugh and leans closer to yn, “I love you but you’re insane.”

“I’m not insane.” yn says shaking her head seriously, “I’m real, and I’m gonna avoid that spawn of satan like my life depends on it, she’s not gonna ruin this for me.”

“ugh.” yn groaned looking up at the taller girl, “why do you ruin everything for me?” she whines hitting the dancers shoulder repeatedly, glaring at her when she laughs at yn.

bada continues to laugh as she hooks her finger in the loops of yn’s pants and pulls the shorter girl closer, “you’re so cute when you’re mad.”

“get your hands off of me.” yn says slapping the other girls fingers, her face heating up, she hates when bada does this, flirt with her just to get under her skin, “and stop laughing at me.”

“I’m not laughing at you.” bada says as she ruffles yn’s hair, she lets out another laugh when yn gives her a an aspirated look “okay maybe I am.” she shrugs.

she laughs even more when yn groans and turns to walk away, she grabs the girls wrist and turns her back to her, “just because your reaction is always amusing.”

“okay so, me suffering is amusing to you?” yn asks looking up the taller girl who just looks down at her and smirks.

oh how yn wanted to wipe that smirk off her face, but instead she took a deep breath and turned around to walk away but came to a stop when bada’s voice was heard again.

“you know what can get me to stop annoying you?”

yn groans and turns back around to face girl, expecting her to make one of her stupid jokes but was shocked at what came out of bada’s mouth. “go out with me.”

the only word that could describe yn’s face would be shock, she took a step towards the older girl, “what?”

“you heard me.” bada responds, laughing softly at yn’s face, “oh, come on yn, don’t tell you didn’t know?” she asks teasingly. “you didn’t know I was into you?”

yn shakes her no head rapidly as bada walks closer to her and grabs her hand, “so…?”

yn looked up at bada and then down at her feet, maybe it wouldn’t so bad to give it try, “uh, okay…. but only because it will get you to stop annoying me.”

bada hums teasingly and wraps her arm around yn’s shoulder, “you sound so sure of yourself..” she trails off before leaning down lightly to yn’s face, laughing softly at the girls flustered state.

“you’re gonna be so into me by the end of that date.”

[forbebeandjam]

Your Praise | bottom!Bada Lee x top!fem Reader | 21+

Summary: Bada lives for your compliments only. She wants your praise and your touch and is not afraid to show you how needy she is for you.

Word count: 2.0k

READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED

Warnings: praise kink, teasing, fingering, eating out, overstimulation, etc.

POV: Yours

A/N: aaahh… It was so different to write a bottom!Bada fic. This is something so new for me but… I think it worked. To the person who requested this, thank you for pushing my boundaries 🙏🫶 hope you enjoyyyy☺️

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Being an icon in K-pop had its advantages. You were loved and well-known by many. After all, you choreographed many iconic dances for idols, and you had a certain flavor to your style that made you so special to the industry.

Although you were only a choreographer, you had a very solid fan base that admired you for all the work you did. They admired you for being your true self and being honest. You were loved by many.

However, there was one person who seemed to love you the most. Her eyes would find you in the biggest of crowds, and surprisingly, you'd also find her.

"Unnie! Hi!" You heard her high-pitched voice, which would only sound like that when she was around you.

"Bada, there you are," you said as you opened your arms for her to run into them. You embraced her in a warm hug and patted her head softly without saying a word. When you pulled away, you noticed there was a small pout forming on her lips, and her brows were slightly furrowed.

"What's with that face, pretty girl?" you asked as you lifted her chin with your index finger. She tried to look away, but you cupped her face with your hands.

"Use your words, Bada." You said, making her face blush.

"Well... I think I... I," she stuttered a bit before clearing her throat.

"I just finished dancing, and you haven't said anything about my performance," she added, looking a bit disappointed.

Many would call her attitude a "pick me," but to you, she was just cute because you would pick her. Every time.

"Bada, you were shining brighter than anyone else out there. You did so well. I am proud of you," you said. She smiled, trying her best not to melt into a puddle right in front of you.

"Thank you, Y/N," she said. You nodded.

"I have to go now. Be good," you patted her head and tried to walk away, but you felt her hand grip your wrist.

"Is it okay if we hang out tomorrow? You have been working really hard, and I want to treat you to a nice dinner," she said. You smiled at her cuteness. The way her cheeks would be puffy when asking you something that made her shy just melted your heart.

Her cute, puppy dog eyes looking up at you drive you crazy. You wanted to kiss her plump lips just to see her reaction, but you simply nodded and walked away.

You left Bada giddy. She was smiling like an idiot in love as she sat in the dressing room.

"Gosh, look at her again. One touch from Y/N unnie and she loses all senses," Lusher said as she dried her sweat and shook her head.

"Leave her alone. She finally asked her out on a date, and it was successful. Maybe this is the beginning of something new," Minah shrugged, and Bada sank deeper into the sofa, just thinking about it.

-

The following day, you woke up with a bad headache. You barely slept the night before, trying to get some things done, and you had to be up early to get ahead of your day.

As you went on about your day, you lost track of time. You felt so tired that all you wanted to do was go home.

"Okay, last outfit, and then you can go," you heard the director say. You grabbed your phone as the stylist looked for the last outfit. All of those feelings disappeared when you looked at the bright screen in your hands.

Oh no...

You had several missed calls and messages from Bada. You hit your head and sighed. How could you forget that you were supposed to hang out with her?

You tried calling back, but no answer.

"I have to go. It's an emergency," you told the director and quickly removed the clothes, slipping on your sweatpants and crop top. You slid your shoes on and ran out the door.

You kept running, waiting for a taxi, and as soon as you got in, your phone rang.

"Bada? Where are you?" you asked immediately.

"I'm home. I waited for you at the restaurant, but they were going to close, so I left."

Her voice sounded quiet. Your heart ached. How could you do this to her?

"I'm on my way to your house," you said before hanging up.

The ride felt eternal, but as soon as it came to a halt, you paid and ran to Bada's front step. She opened the door almost immediately. Her eyes were teary, however, she still greeted you with a smile and a soft "Hi, Unnie."

She looked gorgeous as she stood there with curls in her hair. Her skirt reached mid-thigh, and her pretty crop top and jacket accentuated her figure.

"Oh, darling. I am so sorry. I won't make excuses for myself. What I did was wrong, and you have every right to be mad at me," you said.

"I can't even be mad at you..." she paused as she looked at you. Her eyes now locked with yours.

"It's just that... for a moment I thought that I could mean something to you, you know? Something more than just a fan. Then, I sat there looking out of the window, and I realized... maybe I'm not enough. I realized I should wake up from my daze, dream of being yours," she said as she hugged her figure.

That's when you understood. You weren't the only one who was falling in love. She had been in love with you the entire time. You felt like an idiot for being too busy to see that Bada Lee was not only your number-one fan but also someone you wanted in every way.

"Bada... I love you," you said. Her breath got caught in her throat as you pressed her against the wall. She looked at you with teary eyes. She couldn't believe what was happening.

Was the woman of her dreams finally saying the words she longed to hear?

You pressed your lips against hers. You hand on the back of her head, making the kiss deeper. She never broke the kiss. You could feel her turn into soft jelly in your arms as you were both lost in the moment.

Soon enough, you were on top of her on the couch, shamelessly making out. Your hands roamed her body until they found her now hard nipple. Her back arched, pressing her body further into yours.

You removed her top and skirt, then unclasped her bra as your tongue explored her mouth.

"Unnie, I'm shy," she said as she used her hand to cover her chest.

"You are the most beautiful girl in my eyes, Bada. And I'll make sure you know how much I love you. Do you trust me?" You asked as your fingers softly caressed her collarbone.

She nodded, and you slowly removed her hand from her chest.

"That's a good girl. You're such a pretty little thing, baby," you said. Lowering between her legs, you played with the hem of her underwear.

You took a good look at the fabric. There was already a wet spot there, and you took the opportunity.

"Aw, look at this... my pretty girl is already so needed and wet, huh?" you said as you ran a finger up and down the wet spot. She hummed and furrowed her brows at the sudden friction.

"Mhm... your praise always makes me like this. Every time you touch me or pat my head. Every time you tell me how good I've done. All of those things make me feel so good, and I can't help getting wet for you, Y/N." Bada said as her thumb and index finger began to pinch and play with her nipple.

"Wow, baby. I never knew I had this effect on you. I'd better use it to my advantage, huh?" She nodded as she gave you a sweet and innocent look. You smirked, knowing how much she wanted you.

You immediately ripped the panties off her and connected your tongue to her soft bud. Her moans started pouring out of her lips alongside your name. This caused your own moans as you felt yourself grow wet.

"That's it. Mh... you feel so good, darling. You're such a good girl,"

You took two fingers and pushed them inside of her, your thumb never stopped rubbing on her clit. Your thrusts were steady and strong. You loved the look on Bada's face. The way she threw her head back in pleasure drove you insane. You began moving faster inside of her, making sure her slick pussy made beautiful noises.

"You're taking me so well. So tight... mmh,"

Her moans turned into whimpers, and she started to tighten around your fingers.

"I'm gonna cum... Y/N, please," she said. You smirked, going faster and curling your fingers deep inside of her. You pressed on her sweet spot, causing whimpers and screams until she finally came, squirting all over your hand.

You were satisfied with the result, however, you didn't stop. Your mouth latched onto her clit and began sucking. You kept thrusting your fingers inside of her.

"Oh... please... It's too much," she moaned as she tried to push you away but as soon as you let go of her clit, she let out a desperate groan.

"Do you want me to stop?" you asked as you licked the slick off your lips, but letting it drip down your chin. Bada's face turned a bright shade of pink, and she shook her head.

"Then take it like the good girl you are, mh?" you asked, going back to sucking on her sensitive bud. You felt how she started squirming and shaking under your touch.

Bada's mind was hazy. There was not a single coherent thought in her brain from the overwhelming feeling you were causing in her core. All she could do was grope her breasts.

And she came again. All over your face and hands. You smiled and moaned as you felt yourself release inside your pants.

You waited till she came down from her orgasm to pull your fingers out of her, causing her to groan. She was sprawled on the couch, bare and really sensitive. You smiled when you heard her weakly calling your name.

"Shh. I'm here, baby. Let's get you washed up," you said. You picked her up in your arms and ran a hot bath for you both.

You put her in bed after and went to clean up the mess you had caused on her couch.

"Y/N," she said in a raspy voice. You were startled by her voice and turned. She was rubbing her eyes, leaning against the wall for support.

"Baby, I told you to stay in bed. Wait," you said as you put the rags in the sink and walked her back to the room. You got in bed with her, and she cuddled against you, face against your chest.

"Sleep well, my sweet girl. I'm never leaving your side, mh?" you said, and you could hear a soft chuckle before her deep breaths carried you away into a deep slumber.

-

You woke up to a wet feeling on your face. As your eyes fluttered open and adjusted to the light. Bada was on top of you, kissing your face and neck, giggling nonstop.

"Darling... what are you doing?" you asked. She started grinding against your leg and smirked.

"Showing my girlfriends some love," you flipped her over with one move and placed your hand around her neck, making her moan and smirk again.

"Needy for more, love?" you asked. She nodded as her hand went into your pants.

"Whatever my princess wants," you said and kissed her passionately.

-

Thank you for reading 🩵

[phoxey]

I missed you.

Bada lee x fem!reader

CW: smut, no real plot, its also a little fluffy, Bada is a gentle gf, slow morning sex

Minors and ageless blogs please do not interact, this is strictly 18+

AN: It's been a while... let's seeeeeeeeeee how this goes

Bada woke up in the early morning hours, her sleeping rhythm still fucked up by the jetlag, since she returned to Korea a few days ago. She had been on the other side of the world for a project that went on for over a month and due to your work, you couldn’t travel with her. You had missed her, but she had missed you even more.

She had missed how perfectly you fit into her hands when she spooned you. Bada circled her thumb as her hand rested on your waist. She could feel your warm skin and how soft it was. Her fingertips dug into your waist ever so slightly as she buried her face in your neck, breathing in what remained from yesterday’s perfume. She had missed your perfume too; it always made her go crazy and you knew it. It always made Bada want you. And judging by how you slightly scooted your ass closer to her until both of you were skin to skin, you wanted her too.

Because of your movement, Badas hand dropped from your waist to your stomach, where she traced the hem of your panties. Innocently you moved your head a little bit, making your hair fall and expose your neck. But Bada understood. She started to place soft kisses along your shoulder, slowly reaching your neck. Boldness overcame her and she traced her tongue all the way from the base of your neck up to your jaw, which was immediately rewarded with a gasp by you.

“I missed you.”, she muttered in her raspy sleepy voice, and you immediately felt a shiver go down your spine and right between your legs.

“I missed you too, Bada.”, you whispered back. Your voice trembled a little with anticipation.

You felt her smirk against your skin. Her long fingers dipped past the waistband of your panties but not too far, she just ran her fingertips along your hipbone. You slightly moved your hips, trying to lure her hand further down, but she wouldn’t comply. Instead, she moved her hand to your side, part of her hand covered by your panty as her hand just rested on your hip.

At the same time the kisses on your neck became more and more open mouth and she nipped on your skin here and there, as though she was trying to find the perfect spot. Soon she seemed to have found it, because her lips kept pressing against your skin in the same place over and over again, her tongue licking over that spot every once in a while. Your breath hitched when she started to gently suck on that spot.

Your thighs started to rub together and of course Bada noticed. Seeing you so needy, let her throw all teasing overboard. Her warm hand moved to cup your pussy and her fingers were immediately covered with your wetness.

“Fuck…”, she breathed out and you gave her a little whine. You wanted her to do something already.

Her middle finger ran up and down your folds and you rolled your hips with her touch, trying to get more out of it. But Bada insisted on taking her sweet time with you.

Every once in a while, she would actually run her finger over your clit, applying the gentlest of pressure. You bit your lip but that didn’t help concealing your moans. And Bada loved your moans, they were almost enough to get her off too.

Your legs started to clench together but Bada opened them every time. Eventually she pushed her knee between your thighs, so your legs couldn’t snap shut anymore and she had complete access to your pussy and could move her fingers how she wanted.

“Bada please…”

Bada hummed, she couldn’t deny your silent wish. Finally, her finger found your clit and she moved tenderly against it, gaining breathy moans from you. Her lips were still on your neck and shoulders, marking you as hers. You didn’t mind, even though you had to go to work in a few hours and would have to use a decent amount of your concealer. Bada would buy you a new one.

Your hips moved against her and Bada started to apply more pressure as well. Your moans were her favorite song, and her fingers were dancing your favorite choreography. She knew you so well and what you liked.

The orgasm that followed was gentle, but it still surprised you, you hadn’t even felt the knot in your stomach, but the familiar tingle in your legs and the warmth that flooded your body proved it.

You turned in her arms and she brought her middle and ring finger to her lips, putting them into her mouth, not breaking eye contact with you. Next, she kissed you. Your lips were slightly dry from moaning, but she ran her tongue against them, before pushing her tongue into your mouth. You met her passion eagerly.

You moaned against her lips when you suddenly felt the two fingers that just had been in her mouth, thrust into your pussy. The kiss broke, but a string of saliva connected Badas and your lips. She leaned over you on one elbow and gazed at you, as you closed your eyes at the feelings of her fingers inside of you, your pleasure building up quickly.

You held onto her shoulders, your acrylics digging into her skin, leaving red marks behind, but Bada loved being marked up like this. And the faster and deeper her fingers went, the deeper your fingers dug into her back muscles.

Bada watched you keenly until your body started to tremble and she started to smirk. She found your spot. By now her name was falling from your lips like a prayer.

“Don’t fight it, princess.”, she said softly.

You nodded hastily and whined a moan as Bada picked up the pace of her fingers. Tenderly she kissed your forehead as tears started to form in the corners of your eyes as your second orgasm approached. It felt so good, she always made you feel good.

You pulled her into a needy kiss as your second orgasm violently washed through you. You held onto Bada for dear life as you rode out your orgasm on her fingers. You wanted to enjoy every last second of this.

After a while you fell back into the pillows again, panting harshly. Bada smiled and peppered your face with kisses.

“You look so pretty when you cum.”

You giggled. “Stop.”

But Bada just shook her head. “Never.”

Pure love was in her eyes as she pushed some hair out of your face, that stuck to your sweaty forehead.

“I missed you.”, she whispered.