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✷ MADE OF STRINGS ⸺ ͏ ͏BADA LEE X FEM!READER

summary: bada lee is still a mystery for you, and every time you think you're starting to understand her better, she does something to throw you off the right path, and it's starting to be annoying. you think you'll be better away from her, but seems like unexpected is the new word for your life.

part ii: house of cards

a/n: just to make it clear, this is an alternative universe. i'm not portraying everything according to reality, as you'll see bada will flirt with reader in a work environment even though she's portrayed to be a very serious woman when it comes to work. this is also to have fun, so if you don't like it just skip it <3 and i'm bringing some drama...

warnings: ceo!bada, sexism and homophobia, bada talking some shit, but just because she wants to make reader angry, but reader thinks she's confusing, bada being a FLIRT, and lowkey asshole!bada... again, but also bada arguing with a man (she's hot), suggestive but only verbally, mention of an age gap (7 years) relationship, reader's father being a bitch, i hate the parents, currently unedited!

note: this work is not meant to portray real life people's personalities, values, or actions. anyone mentioned in this work is not the same as real life them! this is a work of fiction.

word count: 8.3k

bada thinks this is probably one of the most boring dinners she has attended so far, but she's aware of the fact that it comes with her role as the main representative of her company and although she doesn't care about other people's opinions about her, she knows you can't run a business without pleasing those around you — especially the high society —, and bada has to take every opportunity to make to the higher grounds.

so bada chooses to give these people a smile, the same one seoyoung accuses of being enchanted because "there's no way someone can charm people so quickly", and she keeps talking a reasonable amount so they can't say she's not present, but they can also sometimes let her presence pass by. she's used to this and is better at dealing with the boredom now, though it was tough to endure when she just joined this environment, but there's no denying that your presence here makes everything different, more delightful in a way.

when you entered the room just to see that bada is placed on the seat next to yours, you made an annoyed face, your forehead furrowing and your lips pouting in an almost unnoticeable way (but bada did see it because she's been paying close attention to you the entire evening, even if she pretends she's not), which made you look like an angry cat in bada's eyes. she thought it was a cute sight, and even as of now while you keep your facade she still thinks it is — both cute and funny, amusing her whenever she wants a break from the shallow conversations.

bada likes to mess with you in a way she never felt like doing with anyone else, and maybe that's because you just have something about you that pulls her closer even when she knows she should stop. the first time bada heard of you, when your parents thought you were old enough to join society — why they have such an old mindset she has no idea —, she knew you were just one of the boring patty girls she's met countless of times, and never paid attention to you again — not in the media, not when your name was brought up.

that was until the day one of her closest friends, a young woman she considers her pupil and who also happens to be her young sister, lee minah, ranted about you during a family dinner. and in a good way, which surprised bada (if there is one thing her sister loves to do, is talk shit about the high society, especially the girls she's forced to hang out with). minah went on about how beautiful you are, but also how witty and smart. she told bada about your subtle remarks that can go unnoticed by people who think you're just a pretty face, and how you're pleasant to be around — it still sticks to bada how she said your father was a stupid man for not seeing the perfect heir that's in front of him.

so, the next time bada went to a high society event and knew you'd be there, she searched for you. she wanted to see with her own eyes everything her sister told her about, and bada wasn't left disappointed. she finds it entertaining to see that you're that good of an actress, because although her sister can hold a good girl image around society, you excel at it. and she didn't mean to make you snap the first time, but when she saw the sassiness in your eyes and how you were holding back — it was almost natural, she just had to see what you were hiding. she's always been a curious woman after all.

today is not different at all. bada hasn't been disappointed by you, and she likes to see your facade falling whenever she's around. and don't get her wrong, she is nice, but when she sees you? there's nothing more amusing than getting under your skin, and bada's still surprised to see herself behaving like this — which doesn't mean she intends on stopping. she can see you have more to you than you allow yourself to show, and although she has a few assumptions as to why, she wants to see you for who you really are.

for that to happen, she needs you to talk, something you haven't been doing pretty much since you arrived in the room. bada believes that has something to do with your mother and how she hawked over you while you were back in the backyard, her eyes not so subtly trying to catch bada's position at the same time — it's still funny for her to be seen as the bad influence by a girl's parents. still, your behavior is starting to make bada curious, and even annoyed. her eyes keep darting towards you, trying to read your mind and guess what made you hold your act so tightly, not giving her a chance to make it drop.

the conversation has now changed to a more gossip approach, although bada knows the people around her would crucify her if she accused them of doing so (as if no one in the world does it), and soon enough they're talking about how the daughter of one of the couples present is soon to be married to an important european lawyer. bada's not interested in the slightest, but she knows her smile and facial expressions make her look interested enough.

"and when are you settling down, dear? you have such an important company after all, it's important to start thinking about heirs", one of the wives look at bada with a polite smile, but she knows they're just digging for her personal life. there is a reason bada chooses to be reserved about it — it's annoying enough to have them around her most of the time, as her job does take a lot of her days.

"well", bada gives the woman a small smile, but when she hears a snicker coming from beside her she briefly looks at you, only to see you drinking from your glass, your eyes away from hers. "settling down would be very complicated for now. i would have to find the suitable person to represent my company by my side, and it takes more than a few meetings to know someone's values. besides, right now i'm only focused on the company, i don't have time for relationships."

bada answers it calmly, her eyes giving enough attention for each of the people around her as she knows how petty rich people are. god forbidden she leaves one of them out. when she finishes speaking though, her attention is drawn to you humming, as if you're thinking about what she just said. bada licks her bottom lip in a way to prevent a smirk, enjoying how your attention is finally on her.

"you couldn't word it better, dear", the same woman smiles at bada, laughing as if bada had just complimented her or something. bada smiles back, but the whole time she's wondering why rich people like to smile so much. "and i assume you're not ready to leave your position so soon, right? being a mother takes a lot of your time", this time all the women who joined their conversations laughs in an attempt of sympathy.

as if they actually raised their kids, bada's thought is enough to allow her to actually laugh this time. if there's anything that actually pays off to attending countless events with these people, is how much of topics they give her to talk about with her family. she can already see minah's loud laughter when bada recounts this scene later.

"i still have a lot to go as a ceo", bada starts in a calm manner once everyone calms down. "and i don't plan on stopping so soon, no", she gives a small smile, trying not to roll her eyes. they'd have a heart attack if she said she has no plans on stepping down when she marries, being with a man or not. "but when the time comes, i'll start thinking about how my job might impact my children's lives."

that was not a lie, but bada doesn't care enough to elaborate on it.

"you're absolutely right, honey", another woman (she knows all their names, but she's not bothered enough to recognize them) tells her, looking delighted to give someone else her approval. "kids demand a lot of time, and you'll be stuck with them until they're eighteen, at least. you need to plan it well", she gives a wide smile as if she hasn't just showed bada how much she's never been a mother at all.

"of course", bada says it, taking a sip on her whiskey and praying to god they change the topic.

"and what about you, darling?", now that actually gets bada's attention. "you're such a beautiful and charming young lady, i can't believe you're not being courted by all sorts of men. how come you're not married yet, or are you already in a relationship we're not aware of?", she then laughs as if you're a close friend and would tell everyone here about everything that goes on in your life.

although bada usually just comments once in a while whenever they talk about someone's love life, as there's nothing more uninteresting than a rich kid's romantic path — they'll either say they're in a relationship of convenience or pretend to be deeply in love with their partner, saying they're "meant to be" —, she can't deny how interested she is in knowing your love life.

"yes, i'm curious about that too", bada turns to look at you, and she supports her elbow on the table, her head resting on her palm. she's not worried about looking too casual, because the other women are nearly bending on the table, as if getting physically closer to you can make them emotionally closer as well. "you're such a beautiful woman with a great personality. it's unbelievable you're not married yet."

bada's being honest when she says so, because her small talks with you were enough to make her deeply interested in you, so why wouldn't it be the same with other people? still, by the way you eye her with the corner of your eye and clearly force your lips upwards, she knows you think she's teasing you. in a way, she is.

"currently i'm just focused on my makeup classes and entering the industry as soon as i can, and my father's being very supportive about it. i'll have a lot of time to think about suitors afterwards", your polite answer isn't enough for bada, who holds back her laugh.

you were so angry a couple nights ago about not being seen as a possible candidate to follow your father's steps, and now you say you're working to be a makeup artist? that's not exactly what bada pictures in her mind when minah told her you were suitable for being the next ceo of your father's company, yet she trusts her sister's judgement enough to know she saw something in you. but a sassy personality with witty comments is not enough to rule a company, and bada hasn't seen you nearly interested in the business world.

she is starting to doubt you now.

"oh, i didn't know you're going for that field", bada keeps her voice light and interested, hiding her teasing under her tone as she knows how she behaves around you is not exactly suit for a public meeting. "but i can picture it. you're perfect for this type of job", bada knows her smile seems nothing but kind to other people, but by the way you look at her she knows you see the sarcasm. "and you're still studying? i hope you don't mind me saying it, i'm just curious about what could you possibly learn from a makeup class? doesn't seem very stimulating for the mind."

bada can see the fire in your eyes and how you're growing annoyed at every word she says, and although she doesn't believe in anything she just said (it would be hypocritical of her, as she's best friends with one of the best makeup artists in the field and knows it takes a lot of practice to make it to the top), there's just something about pushing your buttons, seeing when you'll snap.

"i started earlier this year", you give her a small smile that for others might seem courteous, but bada can see the annoyance in your eyes. "and it takes time to be not only good, but great at it", indeed does, and bada knows. "it's a beautiful field, it might not require the same studying as it does for an economy student, but it's stimulating, yes."

bada nearly laughs at your sassy remark of her degree and some part of her tells her you did at least a little bit of research about her to find out she studied business and economics at oxford. you look away from bada before finishing your sentence, and she knows the people around you are not as interesting as her. it is entertaining to see you trying to ignore her.

"i'm sure it is, but you could really be doing much more important studies at this age", bada continues talking to you, not being bothered by you looking away, and she knows your polite training won't allow you to ignore her when she's speaking directly to you. "you do come from a business legacy, after all. don't you search for something else, or is this not just a hobby? i doubt you couldn't go after a good career like your father's."

may tatter forgive her for downplaying her industry so bad, but there's just something, a nagging thought that bothers bada while she hears you speak about following this path instead of your family's steps. it's almost as if bada's unconscious mind knows you can be greater than your father, and it bothers her to see you falling for what she doesn't doubt is your father's sexist mindset.

still, bada sees how that mindset is naturalized around you when the women, and even a few men, who joined your conversation start laughing. it annoys her, nearly making bada angry, when she sees their stupid faces, and especially the way she can see past your embarrassed smile.

"your time overseas must've gotten to your mind, darling", one of the wives smile at bada almost in a condescending way, which does get under her skin.

indeed, spending years away from korea help bada reach a new mindset, and sometimes she still regrets coming back. if she didn't have so much love for her company and if she hadn't fought for years to be where she is now, she would've moved back to europe on the next plane.

"men are supposed to take care of important things, y/n's right to not pursue it. it wouldn't end well anyway, imagine a woman doing a good job being a ceo?", one of the men laughs, his tone full of teasing and bada can't help but smirk.

"like i do? i'm still a woman, after all", bada says sarcastically, not bothering to fake politeness at such stupidity. "or tell me, do you forget my company is currently one of the biggest in korea? we're ranking closer to fourth, if i'm not mistaken...", her tone might seem confused, but her eyes spark with knowledge. "what rank is yours? i can't remember", bada smiles politely, but the smugness is clear on her face.

people around them start to laugh, but bada doesn't bother taking her eyes away from the man who spoke to her just now. she almost do when she hears you chuckling, for the first time knowing you're not trying to hide your annoyance with a laugh, but bada won't look away, instead choosing to hold her ground.

"i'm just asking, no need to be embarrassed about something like ranks", bada's mocking tone can be brushed off as playfulness, although she's not trying to hide how she can't care less about the man's embarrassment.

"a woman's beauty and charisma can be very good to attract clients and partners for your company, but a man's logical mind and strong sense of leadership is much more important in the economy!", the man keeps bugging her, and bada this time can't help but roll her eyes. if he really wants to argue, then she won't back down.

"then you'll be surprised to know i'm listed as one of the fastest self-made millionaires in our country. i can assure you i know not only how to make money, but how to invest it as well", bada smirks mischievously, this time not bothering to fake humbleness. "and let me tell you a secret, i've raised my company from the ground. i didn't inherit from anyone, yet in six years it has reached such prestige. so don't fool yourself, a woman's guidance can make a difference."

"well, you're an exception, obviously", he looks away, clearly embarrassed, but bada only hums and raises an eyebrow, finding it amusing to see a man who tried to portray himself as strong looking so small. "but most women aren't like you. they're emotional, and irrational. i'd never trust a woman to run my company."

"a lot of women are just like me, but i do agree i am an exception. and that's because i got a chance to prove myself, while most of them don't", bada tries to keep her cool, keeping a blank stare as she knows it's better than to see how much this affects her. "and i'd be careful with my words, if i were you", bada's chuckle can clearly show her disdain, her dark eyes piercing through his. "don't forget i'm one of the most powerful ceos here. do you really want to continue with your disrespect?"

the sight of him getting closer to his seat, as if trying to get away from her, and the silence of those around them is enough for bada to be satisfied, at least for now. the next time they try to question her, she'll make sure to leave them regretting it. without doing anything else, even though she wants to take a deep breath and leave the room, bada turns to look at you, because she's done with wasting her time dealing with men.

when she does look at you though, bada sees you looking at her in a way you haven't done yet. your eyes are sparking and you have this look, something she can read off as a mix of curiosity and admiration, and although she really wants to hear you voicing your opinions, she knows you won't. yet, that look is enough for her to know minah was not wrong about you — still, if you don't have the bravery to do something about it, you won't get anywhere.

"so tell me, why aren't you going after a business degree?", she lowers her voice to hint that she has no interest in talking to other people besides you.

she notices how people around you two start talking again, probably too embarrassed or speechless because of the little argument that happened before, but at least it means they'll leave you alone.

"your father's company is one of the biggest and you could be an useful addition. if not for him, then for someone else", bada gives you a teasing smirk, leaning a little bit closer to you, leaving implied the notion that you could work for another company — like hers —, and that she already knows makeup is not what you're going after.

"even if i were to choose another job, i'd still work for my father", your small smile and the way you move in your seat tells her you're uncomfortable with her implying otherwise, but bada knows that if you feel like that, then she's following the right path.

"unless he chose you to follow after his legacy, which we know he's not thinking about, you'd be a subordinate. why not aim higher?", bada doesn't waste a second to counterpoint you, raising her eyebrows as if to challenge you. it doesn't go unnoticed by her how your eyes show your anger again at the mention of you not being seen as a worthy heir to your father's company.

"i already know what i want to do with my life, and i'm fine with it", your voice is more quiet, and bada wonders why you keep making yourself small — she doesn't even had to meet you for longer than the three hours in total she's spent close to you to realize it.

"all i'm saying is i know potential when i see it", bada chooses to match your voice's volume, and this time she's the most sincere she's ever been with you, but curiously this is what makes you back down. not her teasing, not even her mean comments, but this. honesty. "it seems to me that you're selling yourself short. if i made it look like i'm buying your whole act, just know i'm not, and i don't appreciate being lied to, especially when people pretend to be someone they're not. you shouldn't pretend to be a stupid little girl to fit someone else's life, and in the end you'll be the one regretting it, not them. sometimes you have to do scary things to make life worth living, otherwise you're not worthy of it at all."

you're left speechless and bada doesn't need to look at you for long to realize that. she usually wouldn't do that, and maybe it's the whole nerves about having to once again argue about whether she's good or not to be in such a high rank in a company, but bada's had enough of this whole thing. when she sees you're not responding, or at least don't plan on doing so, bada looks ahead and starts a new conversation.

still, the rest of the night she's left thinking about you, even when you continue to stay silent and barely say anything to join the other conversations, politely smiling all the time and laughing only when people do. bada almost questions whether she should've given you such speech, but then she joins a conversation with the nearby men about the predictions for the 2023 market and one of them is seriously wrong but none of them seem to notice — no one except bada, and apparently you. at first she thought it was just a coincidence, but when your small laughs and snickers are too timed with that man voicing his (very mistaken) thoughts, bada leans back on her hair, cross her arms and holds back a smile.

after that night, bada almost never left your mind. especially whenever you're thinking about your future and in the most inconvenient times when you're trying to focus on your studies, she's always in the back of your mind. you thought you knew exactly who she was, just a persistent and very annoying woman who had a fun time messing with you, not much different from the people you often meet during high society events.

and then she argued with that man.

something changed for you when you saw bada fiercely defending that no, she's not passive at all about what society thinks a woman should do or be, and that she's not only actively challenging them by being even more powerful than most of the men in the same room, but she also thinks other women should do the same.

you admired her then. when you saw her in that moment, you wanted to be like that. brave enough to fight your father's expectations and to look him in the eyes and say "i'm taking charge of my life now", to tell him this entire time he thinks he's been investing in makeup classes he's actually been investing in your business degree, that the last time he tried to scare you only worked to teach you that you shouldn't be loud about your decisions.

but you won't do that, because you've learned your lesson. if bada thinks less of you because of it, as she had implied in that speech that still replays in your mind before you sleep, then it's not on you — you do as you need to, not as she wants you to. still, for some reason is annoying for you to think she also downplays you. why, you have no idea.

you're now walking down one of the halls in your father's company main building as you have to meet one of your friends, moonbyul — your father's employee, but one of the only people in here who has actual eyes and can see past his smiles and loud behavior. although you've been thinking about bada, actually seeing her surprises you, especially here.

she's as beautiful as the last times you've seen her, but this time there's something different about her. bada's wearing a beige and white suit that fits her figure almost perfectly, and it makes you realize she probably enjoys slightly oversized clothing more, and her hair is held up in a bun, her tall figure being enhanced by her white thin heels. the difference's not only in her appearance, as she does look more approachable with light colors, but in her eyes — until she notices you, the way she holds herself is like a businesswoman, and even if it is for a short period of time, for the first time you see her as a ceo.

"well, well, look who it is", bada's smug look is nothing different than her previous ones, her lips curling to a smirk when she steps next to you. "how surprising it is to see you here."

"who'd guess i'd be at my father's company?", you give her a sarcastic smile, somehow not being able to refrain yourself from acting defensive when under her attention. by the way she smiles you know she's enjoying it, which makes you look away and lick your lips, trying not to squirm under the intensity in her eyes.

"oh, come on. don't be sarcastic with me, princess", her teasing tone makes you look at her again, and bada shouldn't look so good with her hands in her pants' pockets, standing almost casually. "are you here chasing after a job, per se? not that legacies don't get a job without having to do lift a finger, but still", bada's mischievous grin makes you roll your eyes.

the way she makes you annoyed whenever she opens her mouth, yet at the same time heats your body just by existing leaves you confused. you're not new to being attracted to a woman, but usually they're nice. still, the reference to the last time you spoke to each other is what confuses you the most. you didn't actually expect her to, well, actually believe in you — the "i know potential when i see it" repeats on your mind over and over again —, but also the way she's purposefully mean to you is... annoying. you don't really know what to think.

"i'm not here for a job, bada", you roll your eyes at her. she's so confusing.

"well, that's a shame", bada press her lips together, and for a small second you feel like you've disappointed her. it bothers you more than feeling annoyed at her. "let me guess, then", her smile is as teasing as before, and you forget the look you've just seen in her eyes. she leans forward, your height difference being clear by the way she bends her back. "are you here to ask daddy a favor? don't tell me you've already spent all the money he gave you. or maybe... don't tell me you have a secret office love affair", bada makes it clear she's mocking you by the way she breaths through her nose, as if holding back a laugh.

"i'm here to meet my friend", you emphasize the word, annoyed at the way she seems to try to embarrass you. "moonbyul", you add, knowing most of your father's partners and colleagues are aware of who she is, as she's been working with him for four years and has managed to get a ton of promotions — she's good at what she does.

"ah, moonbyul, is that it?", you definitely don't like her tone and the way her eyes glisten as if she knows something, and just then the closeness between your faces starts bothering you. "i remember her. the employee that's seven years older than you?", bada's chuckle is low and there's something dark about the way she looks at you. "i bet you guys have some stories to tell, don't you? let me guess, how do you two spend your time here?"

you don't have to think twice to understand what she's implying, and it makes your cheeks heat up. you don't dare to look away, even though you feel like you should, because you know she'll take that as an answer.

"we're friends. just because you can't be near a woman without dating them doesn't mean i can't", you snap at her, partly because you can't believe she's saying such things at your father's building, and partly because you feel on edge.

"how cute. you're mistaken if you think i date them", she clearly takes no offense at all, instead choosing to laugh arrogantly at your remark. "but you don't have to be jealous at all, princess", bada's smile when you narrow your eyes makes you uncomfortable, and you adjust your purse on your shoulder just because you need to move, or do something. "you do have moonbyul after all, right?"

so she's not letting go of that.

"i already said we're just friends", you roll your eyes, and your eyes instinctively move to look behind her to see if you're actually alone now. you could use some distraction to make her leave you alone, but you also know the higher the floor you're in, the less people are in it.

"don't try to fool me, sweetheart", bada leans away from you, but the way she gets on her full height again only makes you feel smaller, and she crosses her arms. "i just bet you're sleeping together, aren't you?", she tilts her head to the side, and although her voice is low, you can't help but feel tense.

"explain to me why that'd be any of your business", you snap at her again, pressing your lips together because of your tense figure. you blink your eyes, forcing yourself to try and keep as calm as you can even though you've already failed at it, and even though you don't hear a single step, you look around to see if there's anyone who could've heard her.

"oh, is it a sensitive spot?", bada's amused grin at you feels a little forced, as if she's actually testing you. her eyes narrow slightly when she leans closer to you again. "you don't want to admit that, huh? don't worry, daddy doesn't have to know", her sly grin makes you mad, but the feeling of being tested is what drives you to the edge.

you can't even answer her, because she doesn't give you the opening to do so.

"but tell me, i'm curious now", her chuckle is low and you feel your heart beating faster at realizing her tone is now sultry, almost seductive. "so much girls around you, yet you chose her. is it because she's seven years older than you? i bet you like it", she keeps a teasing grin, but her voice gets husky as she continues. "that's the thing about pillow princesses like you, you just want someone older to show you the way. and i bet you've had lots of fun with her. am i wrong?", she licks her lips, her eyes burning into yours.

a wave of heat flows through your body, and you can't help but feel attracted to her. bada might be a nuisance and she might make you angry out of your mind, but there's no denying she's gorgeous, alluring in a way. you can also tell she's enjoying your silence by the way she smiles.

"you're out of your mind", you know your tone shows how frustrated you are, partly because you can't believe you have a woman like her close to her yet she's infuriating, and partly because of the place you're in.

"am i now?", bada's voice is almost like a whisper, making your breath hitch by the way she's close to you, and in the exact next second she licks her lips, her teeth catching her bottom lip for a split, yet slow, second. "i'm starting to like you, princess..."

you don't get to answer her as you hear footsteps approaching the corner of the hall you're in, and bada doesn't waste a second to straighten her back, her eyes still burning into yours as she adjusts her suit's jacket as if you've done anything more than talk — by the way your body feels, you might've been fooled by it as well.

you clear your throat and look away from her, but you still hear her chuckle, feeling her eyes not leaving you even as you change the weight from one foot the other, feeling the need to move and release all the tension you didn't even realize you've been holding for the last minutes. you bite your bottom lip and move your hands, pretending to clean dust or something from your skirt, just an excuse to not look at her.

"we will finish this conversation some time later, princess. at a proper place", bada's voice is quiet, but not even that hides the smugness in her voice. you want to look at her, but you don't, yet you can somehow see the smirk she has on her face. "good afternoon, gentlemen", bada's voice is now louder, her voice more professional.

"miss lee", you hear two male voices and you turn around to see two of your dad's partners, though they're not ceos like bada, and you give them a polite smile.

you bow your head slightly as if greeting them, and just then you turn to look at bada, allowing yourself to stare at her under the excuse of saying goodbye. "i'll leave you to do your job then, miss lee", you say simply, but her eyes are sharp, a smirk threatening its way to her lips. you know your attempt to distance yourself from her by using a formal term failed miserably.

"i'll see you soon, miss choi."

if she was already often on your mind just because of that speech, now because of the promise in her eyes she would never leave it again.

when you open the door to moonbyul's office, you already feel more relaxed. you're still thinking about bada, even though it's taken you nearly ten minutes to get here — maybe because you had to make a quick stop to the bathroom to try and even your mind, but you won't think about that until you have to.

"hey, byul", you greet your friend a smile that you hope can hide the trouble going on in your mind, but as soon as she looks at you with those caring brown eyes you know she knows. there's a reason you got so close to her after all.

"what's up with you?", your friend don't waste a second before asking you, and you don't hold back the whine as you fall on the chair in front of her desk. moonbyul looks at you with a half amused and half worried look, but you feel the sympathy when she moves her hand over the desk to hold yours.

"bada lee is up with me", you sigh, resting your head on your arm, now stretched to hold your friend's hand. moonbyul only hums in response, softly caressing your hand. "she annoys me so much. i hate her", you take a deep sigh again.

"why is that, lovely?", you don't raise your head to look at her, instead you choose to simply move it while still rested in your arm. moonbyul keeps looking at you with a soft look.

"she makes me feel like a child", you try to sum it up, but it doesn't feel exactly right. "i just feel small when she speaks to me. she has such a superiority complex, i swear! it's like she gets off on downplaying people. she's confusing", you whine again, allowing yourself to be truthful as you trust her.

"elaborate, hun", moonbyul encourages you when you go silent again. she could be a psychologist, you think — but you're kind of glad to have her time to yourself whenever you call her. she's one of the best friends you have, and you're not really the type to like sharing.

"i told you about when we met, and she annoyed me. she was messing with me trying to push my buttons and i know she says thing on purpose to get me to snap at her or something", you start ranting, moving your free hand as you speak. "but the last time we met she was different. i know how it sounds", you roll your eyes when you see her laughing at you. "but it's true, i swear. she still annoyed me, but she also— i don't know. there was a moment in which she argued with mr. yang, you know him—"

"the delusional one? yeah", moonbyul agrees with you and you can't help but smile at her definition.

"exactly, him. she", you pause for a bit. "she was talking to me, because someone was talking about suitors and all that stuff, and i tried to brush it off, because you know how i feel about it", moonbyul hums again, her eyes leaving yours just when she has to check something on her computer. "so i mentioned my "makeup classes"", you do the quotation marks. "and bada was like: why waste your time with that?", you try to imitate her voice, simply because you're annoyed. "and she said i should be following my father's steps."

"oh", moonbyul's eyes widen for a little, but then she's nodding her head in approval. "she's smarter than i thought, then. i still don't see why this is confusing", your friend admits.

"wait", you tell her and she simply nods. "so she said that, and mr. yang said that's not for women, the same blah blah blah as always, but she stepped up and argued with him. she said she's running one of the biggest companies in korea, and mocked his company's rank", you laugh a little as you remember his face. "and then she said women don't usually have the same opportunities as her, and that he should be careful about how he treats her because she's one of the most powerful ceos in korea", you pout a little as you remember that moment.

"she sounds hot", your friend admits without a single bit of shame, and although you know bada's not her type, you pout a little before laughing it off. you're not feeling jealous of her.

"it was", you still admit, a little smile on your face and moonbyul chuckles at your expression. "but okay, after that she talked to me again and was like, so why are you not doing something else, like business? you're smart, i know potential when i see it", you leave out the part of her suggesting you could even work for someone else other than your father. "and then said if i keep playing the role other people want me to, i'll regret it, and that sometimes you have to do scary things to make life worth living. and that if i don't, i'm not worthy of it then."

"she's surprisingly thoughtful, and observant", moonbyul adds, her voice sounding like she's admired by bada's speech. you also are, but you still have no idea how to feel about the woman who gave the speech. bada keeps being a puzzle to you.

"yes, but then today she acts like a total different person! just like the day we met", you groan this time, and the exasperation makes you raise your head this time. moonbyul seems to notice it, as she keeps caressing your hand more softly. "she— she implied and very obviously said we're sleeping together. as in you and me. she said it loud and clear", you leave out the part that she kind of whispered, because you're still annoyed.

"well", your friend deadpans, clicking her tongue as if saying there's nothing i can do about it. you tilt your head, now giving moonbyul an annoyed look. "she's not exactly wrong", moonbyul's giggle makes you smile, but you scoff afterwards. "we did sleep together before."

"but why does she have to say it aloud! and here!", you softly hit your forehead on the table, because although you're feeling exasperated, you're not trying to hurt yourself in any way. "and then she called me a pillow princess", you say in a muffled tone, not feeling like talking about serious, serious stuff like your parents' homophobia.

"she what?", moonbyul is now outright laughing, and when you raise your head you see her placing one hand over her chest as if she can't control her laughter. you raise an eyebrow and looks at her with the same look as if saying you can't believe she's laughing. "she can see right through you", your friend jokes.

"ha ha ha", you deadpans, pouting afterwards. you take your hand off of her, simply because you want to intertwine your own fingers together. "she's confusing, you get me now? i thought she'd be more, i don't know... kind today."

"she's just into you", moonbyul says as if it's simple, and you can't help but widen your eyes. "she is. don't look at me like that. but she's also a player, so although i'd love to see you with a hot, powerful woman by your side, i don't want you to be heartbroken. or to risk your parents figuring it out", she looks as sad as you feel, and you feel your friend's sympathy.

"i don't plan on sleeping with her, or trying anything. i just want her to leave me alone so i can do my things and not be bothered by someone else. i've been doing great so far without her in my life", you sigh again, and this time you throw your hair back and stare at the ceiling.

"don't press yourself to think about it now", moonbyul's soft voice approaches you and you see her bringing a finger to your forehead, softly poking it. you give her a small smile in return. "let's go out for lunch, and then we can figure it out together."

"thank you, byul."

talking to moonbyul always manages to lighten your mind, and you're very grateful for having her as part of your life — at least your father managed to bring something good to your life. you laugh at the thought, but as soon as you enter your house just to see your parents sitting in the large dining table, you know you won't feel happy anymore.

"mother, father", you greet them, your hand tightly holding to your purse but you try to keep your expression calm, not bothering to smile, yet you try to look as submissive as they want you to be. your father gestures for you to sit on the chair across from his, and you do so. "is everything okay?"

"i need to talk to you", your father doesn't bother answering your question, his sharp eyes making you uncomfortable. you can see he's not exactly pleased, but next to your mother he looks happy. your mother is completely disgusted, not even looking at you.

you feel your heart beating faster, and even though rationally you know you've done nothing they consider wrong— where they could see, at least —, you feel fearful. you don't move, and instead stay still in your place, your mind already racing and your body wanting to follow.

"jinyoung and taeyang saw you with bada lee today", he starts, and you feel your heart drop. no fucking way they heard her. or did they? "it seems like she's taken an interest in you", his tone is hesitant now, but you know it's not because he cares for you. your mother huffs, clearly hating the entire thing. "everyone knows about her tendencies."

"her indecency", your mother emphasizes the word, not bothering to stare at you as she keeps the same expression as before. you don't open your mouth to ask why that has anything to do with you, fearing they already know.

"well, the thing is everyone knows. i'll be straight to the point", your father brings your attention again, and you can see his posture again — a businessman, not a father. simply a man negotiating. "we need you to give in to her approaches, and to learn whatever you can about her company, her next projects, any information to give us an advantage. i'm not staying behind her in 2023", you already are, you finish, but you know your father won't appreciate the reminder that bada's above him in every sense.

"what am i supposed to do, exactly?", your mouth feels dry, but you pretend to be fine as your father keeps looking at you.

"you'll do exactly what you've done for me in the past", the reminder of the other times is not exactly welcomed now, all those times you had to smile and pretend to laugh at a ceo's son and get them to speak about their father's businesses. "you'll allow her to take you out, to hold your hand, to flirt", his mouth twitches, but he keeps talking. "don't make it obvious for other people to notice it, we can't have your reputation ruined, but make it realistic for her. if you have to, lead her to believe you'll marry her someday. the more she falls for you, the more she'll say."

that's the last thing you needed today. or in your life, you think. but you have no choice, except to smile and nod, swearing to do your best.

part iv: —

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lanocheunvinde · 1 year ago

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Barely surviving at uni 🥹 wbu bae

hiya

Hiii <333

#my wife #loml <3

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lanocheunvinde · 1 year ago

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lanocheunvinde · 1 year ago

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Always omfg 🩷🩷🩷🩷

Special thanks to my loves @bluebada and @aixicl for keeping me sane ^__^ 💗

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lanocheunvinde · 1 year ago

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GOD BLESS🙏🏻🙏🏻

UNHOLY

『••✎••』 in which Bada discovers that the most tempting and dangerous sin was never mentioned in the Bible. You. And you would be her ruin.

📌 WARNINGS: [MINORS DNI 🔞] SMUT, suggestive, swearing, religious guilt, corruption kink, nun!Bada, !and they were roommates!, reader is not religious!

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

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Bada never thought the day when she would regret the decision to devote her life, body and soul entirely to God would come.

But, as suddenly as you arrived, this feeling settled and grew inside her, taking root every day. Each day being a different psychological — as well as physical — torture.

One month. 30 days and 30 nights — that's how long it took you to turn her life upside down. And now she can't think of a God who doesn't have your face, an angel who doesn't have your body, a saint who doesn't have the same soft lips and sinful tongue as you—

Bada squeezed her eyes shut, trying her best to divert her thoughts from that dark corner of her mind. She squashed her hands together, as if somehow this would help to crush the desire that's spreading inside her like weeds.

“Sister Bada?” Sowoen's low voice brings Bada back to reality once and for all, having the same effect as a bucket of cold water. She blinks, her eyes wandering around the giant room that used to feel so cozy, like home, but now just feels empty.

An uneasy feeling settle in the top of her stomach. Bada feels tiny. The cream-colored walls painted with the colorful reflection of the stained glass windows, reminded her of a prison.

How did this happen to her?

"Sister Sowoen," she responds after a while, her eyes heavy and distant. The youngest frowns with concern, approaching to sit next to her friend on the bench. "Something wrong?"

If you only knew...

Bada rests her palms on her thighs, discreetly wiping the sweat from them on the fabric of the long dress she's wearing. She looks at Sowoen for a moment, noticing her genuine concern. She looks away again, eyes finding the giant cross nailed to the wall — the wooden object seems to burn her irises, judging her as if it knew every dirty, wrong thought that crossed her mind. It probably knew.

She closes her eyes again, this time keeping them like that for a few minutes as her voice began to graze her throat in a whisper, almost too low for Sowoen to hear; "You... have you ever questioned yourself? Your purpose here? Your faith..." your sanity, she completed mentally, biting her tongue while she felt her eyes watering.

Sowoen's eyes widened at the questions that caught her off guard. She flinched imperceptibly, fearing for her friend; for the words that had just left her mouth.

"I don't think so... Hm, I always felt in my heart that I belonged here, in His presence." she whispers back, and the sincerity in her voice catches Bada by the throat.

"Me too."

Bada wipes the remnants of tears from the corners of her eyes, then opens them. She takes a deep breath and, without another word, walks out — leaving a confused and worried Sowoen behind as she makes her way back to her personal hell.

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You are sitting at the old dressing table in the corner of the room, a hairbrush in hand when Bada slowly opens the door. She freezes for a moment at the entrance, you watch with curious eyes through the reflection in the mirror. And then, as if she had summoned up her courage, she enters.

You watch as she walks huddled over to her bed at the opposite side of the room, oblivious to the fact that her heart beats desperately in her chest, so loud she's afraid you might hear it.

Bada sits on the edge of her bed, keeping her head down. She brings her trembling hands behind her head, carefully undoing the tight bun and loosening her long strands — just so she has something to occupy herself with. You run the brush through your wet strands, still staring at your roommate's reflection.

"Hello, Bada." you break the silence and see how Bada look up at you automatically — only to look away again when she realizes you can see her. You smile, amused by how quickly her cheeks turn pink.

"Sis... sister," you can barely understand her whisper, so you turn your body on the chair to look at her properly now. "What?"

The deep breath she lets out makes you raise your eyebrows, intrigued. She responds, finally lifting her head to look at you, "It's not appropriate. You should call me Sister Bada."

You blink, understanding. It's difficult but, out of politeness, you manage to hold back the laughter on the tip of your tongue — you can't hide the amused smile that plays on your lips though.

"I'm sorry, but is it really necessary? I mean, it's just you and me here..."

Bada looks down again, shrugging her shoulders. She doesn't say anything, but she doesn't need to — you know she's already bent to your will.

"Bada..." you test the name in your voice, liking how it sounds. You like the way your tongue hits the roof of your mouth when you pronounce it. Your eyes don't miss the way her body reacts to your call, shivering.

You think she's so, so beautiful. It's mesmerizing how her long hair falls like perfect curtains, covering her pretty, embarrassed face. Bada shifts uncomfortably on the bed, shyly turning to face you. Your eyes meet and she asks before she can think twice, her brain being betrayed by her heart, "Are you going to sneak out again today?"

You smile, nodding your head. You turn to face the mirror again, returning to the activity of combing your hair — but your eyes never leave her figure, now following the reflection once more.

"Yes. The weekend is upon us, babe!" you say amusingly.

“But it’s Wednesday…” the way Bada looks genuinely confused makes you laugh.

"It's definitely Thursday somewhere in the world!" Bada furrows her eyebrows, lowering her gaze to her lap. She plays with her fingers, trying to distract herself from the ugly and uncomfortable feeling that begins to grow inside her with this information. She's already used to your forbidden nights out — and how you come back: dizzy, smudged lipstick, messy hair and a strong smell of alcohol - always mixed with some perfume that definitely wasn't yours.

She wouldn't know how to explain it, but she already has your scent — both natural and the perfume you usually use — engraved in her memory. So impregnated in her nose that, sometimes, she smells you even when you are not there. Not that she would ever admit it.

"I don't understand..." Bada breaks the silence that had settled in. You get up, having finished untangling your hair, and lean against the wood of the dressing table, looking directly at the woman in the bed — it always amazes you how tall she is and yet, in moments like this, she manages to look so small.

"Why are you even here if you don't feel like you belong?" she continues, and the question catches you off guard. You walk slowly to her bed, sitting on the edge. You clean your throat and Bada watches closely, waiting.

"You may already know that I come from a wealthy family." you look down when she nods quietly, feeling her heart grow smaller with your next words;

"I wasn't reaching, uh, their expectations in some 'essential' aspects." you roll your eyes, remembering your mother's speeches. "So they thought the ideal solution would be to throw me here, even though I'm already a full adult."

The bitterness drips from your voice as you feel your stomach drop. You don't like to talk about it, but Bada brings you such an effortless peace and comfort that you just find yourself ranting. It's easy to be around her.

"This must be the place where I feel least welcome. Even more so than in my own home, and that's difficult to achieve." you breathe, looking back into her eyes. "However, this place does have its good side."

Bada holds her breath, feeling her world stop under your suggestive gaze — she got the hint faster than she should have, her cheeks turning furiously red. She shifted uncomfortably on her seat, only now realizing how close you were.

Suddenly, is hard to breathe — but that's nothing new to Bada. Not since you arrived, chaotically turning her life upside down. It's not like you two are friends, or even close — you have sporadic conversations like now, Bada usually choosing to stay quiet and listen to you ramble about whatever is on your mind at the moment.

But it's the way you appeared, bringing a completely opposite vision to everything Bada has ever seen and believed in so fervently.

You brought a storm to her steady ocean.

The way you've been sneaking out as soon as the watch hits midnight, to do God knows what, since your first week; the way you steadfastly refuse to engage in religious activities — she didn't miss the wave of fear that filled your eyes when older nuns and priests approached you.

Or perhaps it was the way you never hid that you liked women. Something about your posture around them, your not-so-discrete stare that easily gave away your thoughts — she had already noticed you looking at some of the Sisters like that, Tatter being one of them.

Bada did not feel good about that, becoming stiff on the cafeteria bench as she watched the interaction from afar — you smiled and looked at Tatter with your head tilted, eyes twinkling as you tucked a blonde strand behind her ear as the poor girl stood red like a tomato.

Bada just couldn't help herself. Moments later, after you left the blonde's side, she approached Sister Tatter. Before Bada realized it, she had already blurted out the question that was burning in the back of her throat:

"What were you two talking about earlier?" she discreetly tilted her head towards you, who had a bored look on your face while a priest read you a Psalm. Tatter laughed awkwardly,

"Oh, it was nothing. She was just complimenting me." suddenly, her cheeks were pink again. Bada remained silent, narrowing her eyes as she felt that discomfort settling in the pit of her stomach again. Although she couldn't put her finger on it the time, she understood now.

Accepting was the difficult part.

No matter how much she tried to bury these feelings deep, the desire prevailed firm as a rock. Bada had no idea her flesh was so weak. And every night she spent alone in her room — inevitably unable to fall asleep until she saw you returning from your escapades — she wondered why God was testing her like this.

"I'm going to finish getting ready!" your excited voice cut through the awkward silence that had settled, making her jump almost imperceptibly.

"Right." Bada murmured back, gulping as you stood up and disappeared from sight, entering the bathroom.

When you returned to the room, half an hour later, Bada was reading a huge book, which you guessed was the Bible. Or rather, the girl was trying. The sight of your body wrapped in nothing more than a towel wasn't doing much to help Bada's mental state — on the contrary.

She felt like she would combust at any moment, her mind racing over a thousand different thoughts and emotions, none of them pure.

It was all very new and unknown for her, so everything she felt, she felt in her skin. The holy book was burning her fingers, but she kept holding on to it for dear life — at this point she had already given up reading, only staring blankly at the pages when she felt you could see her, and stealing glances in your direction when your back was turned to her.

But you felt watched. And you liked it.

Wanting to savor the situation a little more, you — still wrapped in nothing but a towel — placed one leg up on your bed, starting to massage your skin with a moisturizing oil. You made sure to do this at an angle that gave Bada a privileged view, the slit at the junction of the towel grew bigger when you lifted your leg, leaving your left side entirely exposed to her, up to the curve of your breast.

You bit your cheek when you heard a muffled gasp behind you. Interesting.

Minutes later you were deftly climbing out the window, already with half your body out when you stopped and looked at Bada, still curled up on the bed, noticing how her knuckles were white from how hard she was clutching the book, brows furrowed in a false concentration — she wasn't even blinking.

"Bada?" you called, making her look up at you in a millisecond. "I trust you to keep my secret."

Winking at her, you jumped — not waiting for a response. And so you went on another night of adventure, leaving a distraught roommate with tormented thoughts behind.

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Hours into the night, there was no sign of you and Bada couldn't fall asleep, for some reason feeling more agitated than ever. Electricity seemed to run through her veins instead of blood as she shifted restlessly on the bed. Her mind wouldn't let herself stray from every type of thought that involved you. What were you doing now? Were you ok? Safe? Warm? How far were you from there? How long would it take for you to return? Who were you with? What were your friends like?

Were you touching anyone now? the way she wanted you to— Bada blinked hard, forcing the intrusive thought to stop midway. But it was too late. That thought led her to another thought, and then another — a vicious cycle she would never be strong enough to break.

Her mind conjured up the image from hours ago that she could hardly believe she was seeing — half of your naked body exposed in all its glory, right in front of her eyes.

The way you caressed your own skin made Bada's mouth water, now that she calmly recalled it — at the moment she was just too stunned to have any reaction.

She wonders how your skin would feel like under her fingertips. She wishes it were her hands massaging you instead of yours — worshipping you. Her heart skipped a beat at the choice of words. She is supposed to worship God only. But then, when she thinks about it, you must be some kind of God, aren't you? That alone would explain the supernatural strength you have over her.

Something new, strange, settles down in Bada's belly. A point of incandescent heat that burns brighter with her every thought. She gulps, rubbing her thighs together out of pure instinct. Bada is not stupid — she has heard about sex, lust, pleasure, carnal desire, fantasies. And she knows only the essentials about it: sin. Wrong. Ugly. Forbidden. But why does it feel so good? She tests again, rubbing her thighs harder this time, and friction makes a strange sound leave her lips, unexpectedly.

Her hand flies to cover her mouth in shock.

Was that...?

Even though she was all alone and in the dark, Bada couldn't help the heat that took over her face. But something has awakened inside her, and it's poking, asking for more of it. She can't stop now. Don't want to.

Her trembling hand slides down her stomach, stopping at the hem of the sweatpants she now wears. Tentatively, her fingers slide under the fabric, resting over the panties. Has this region always been this hot? she wondered curiously, enjoying the peculiar warm feeling against her fingers. A little further forward, her fingers went. Bada pushed the piece of cloth aside and closed her eyes, counting to three before nervously letting her fingers touch there.

Breathing shakily, she was shocked to realize how damp it was down there. Is this normal? Bada's fingers continued their path, exploring. She felt her entrance and let out a quiet whimper, deciding to ignore it for now — but a small bundle of nerves higher up caught her attention easily, and she was invested in the feeling.

Bada was amazed by the way more and more slick was produced as she circled that little point, squirming on the bed at the sensations. She felt her nipples hardening and rubbing against the material of her shirt, too sensitive. She was sensitive all over. At this point, Bada didn't recognize the sounds leaving her mouth. Disjointed murmurs alternated between bites on her lower lip — so hard that a thought in the back of her mind questioned if she was bleeding.

But she was not worried about that now. Not even about the Bible that sat on the desk next to her bed, testifying to the greatest sin of her life; nor about the cross necklace weighing down her neck. Not when your name rolled off her soft tongue, her mind filled with images of you — some real, some imagined. Bada could tell she was close, she didn't know to where or what — but she was close, so close to getting there that she could cry. Her eyes were already moist as the movements of her long fingers gained a wild speed. She kept circling her clit with purpose, though the motions were a little clumsy.

Bada could feel something building inside her, something desperate to break free, and her instincts screamed at her to go faster — which she obeyed blindly, unconsciously reaching with her free hand to caress her breast through her blouse. And she was so, so close, her mouth open in a strangled scream when three soft taps on the window made her freeze. Her hand immediately left the spot between her legs, leaving her with a horrifying feeling of emptiness. Bada blinked hard at the feeling of her clit throbbing furiously — just a little longer. She needed this relief so bad.

Shivering, she got up and walked to the window.

Before opening, Bada did the first thing that came to mind when she realized how sticky her fingers were with her lubrication — she sucked. She sucked quickly, erasing any trace.

She definitely won't admit how this act mysteriously made her throb again and how surprisingly good it tasted.

When she finally opened the window, her legs turned to jelly at the sight of you. You climbed up nimbly, entering so quickly that it made Bada stumble back in reflex.

You were as beautiful as when you left, even more so if that was possible. And different from what Bada expected it would be — this time you only brought back your own perfume, no smeared makeup, untouched hair. And a feral, almost animalistic look. She quivered under its attention, even though she didn't understand why — the bliss she was in just a few seconds ago still clouding her mind, leaving her a confused mess.

The thing is: from the moment you stepped outside, something in you itched to come back right away. And that feeling stayed with you the rest of the night, becoming worse by the minute and getting into your head — at some point, she was all you could think about. No one caught your attention, no other person attracted you enough, the drink seemed bitter, the loud music made your head pound and the sea of people — none of them being Bada — was bothering you, all contributing to your impending bad mood. You tried to force yourself there for a while longer, refusing to waste the night because of her, but not even your friends' encouragement was able to get you out of it.

So you ended the night there, heading back to the convent with only one thing on your mind.

The smell hit you as soon as you stepped inside the room. The pungent scent, so familiar to you and yet different, because it came from her.

The smell of sex intoxicated the closed environment — you took a deep breath through your nose, and then again through your mouth, drunk in the sensations they brought you. That sweet, lecherous feeling settled between your legs, matching your thoughts.

"Were you having some fun by yourself?" your voice comes out huskier and lower than you intended, driven by a force greater than you.

Bada freezes, a moan stuck on the tip of her tongue in reaction to your insinuation — and the way you sounded... Oh. Her mind goes blank once she realizes that, somehow, you know about the sin she has succumbed to.

She had never felt anything like this before, electricity rushing from her first strand of hair to her toe in anticipation.

The way you were looking her up and down with your head slightly tilted to the side was making her feel some kind of way — a desperate need to reach out and touch you everywhere; to finally have an answer to the question that has been haunting her thoughts for a month; How do you taste?

You approach in slow steps, and Bada retreats in the same stride. Until she had nowhere else to go — the edge of the bed hitting her legs, making her fall into a sitting position without balance. Bada purred your name under her breath, staring at you with a storm in her dark eyes. You smile wickedly at her state. You haven't even started yet — but of course, you remember, she was already worked up.

You stand in front of her, your legs brushing as you lean over her and place both hands on her shoulders. You squeeze, feeling how tense she is. You notice how she holds her breath — the touch and the proximity almost being too much for her to handle —, so you move a little closer, leaving your faces millimeters apart.

Bada can't believe the position she's in — let alone how much she is loving it, and craving for more. She feels the whirlwind of thoughts racing through her mind; this is wrong. I'm going to hell. Sinner. I need. I want her. What do I do? Everything came to nothing when you chuckled, your warm breath against her skin made goosebumps dance all over her body.

And then, without warning, you brought your lips together.

One thing about Bada is that she truly is a quick learner — that’s a trait she has always been proud of, and it was no different this time around. She was too flabbergasted in the first few seconds, but the moment your tongue caressed the small opening between her lips, instinct took over and she opened her mouth for you, letting you guide her.

This lasted a few seconds.

Soon, you found yourself at Bada's mercy by the way her tongue played with yours for dominance, so soft and yet so fierce. Her hands found their way to your neck, where she put a little pressure without even realizing it — you couldn't help the sound that scratched your throat.

She felt it pulsing again as she swallowed you so wantonly. Bada thought she was acquiring an addiction, a dependence on your taste when she realized that even with the shortness of breath showing its first signs, she didn't want to let you go. She needed more. So when you inevitably broke apart to catch your breath, she didn't waste a second, her lips hopelessly running down your neck making you throw your head back, squirming in her lap.

She really liked this, this power she felt she had over you — it gave her the confidence she needed to go further; with an almost childish curiosity, willing to discover what else she could offer you, and what other reactions she could get from you. Bada rubbed her thighs with the train of thought — she was dripping wet, yearning to feel herself on the edge again and throw herself this time, to finally find out what awaits her on the other side.

Despite being nervy, Bada felt the urge to satisfy you growing inside her more and more. She longed to discover all the right places to touch you — the ones that would have you rolling your eyes, completely surrendered to her. Just for her. She bit her lip, feeling a shiver run down her spine just at the thought.

"Teach me." she whispered in your ear like a secret while her tongue played with your earlobe. You trembled under her caresses and words, feeling yourself melt against her.

“Should I?” you whispered back, making Bada take a deep breath against your sensitive neck. You took one of her cold hands from behind your neck and slowly went down your front, sliding it over your breast. Bada watched every movement as if in a trance, her eyes going down along with your joined hands.

You reached the hem of your skirt, sliding her hand to your right thigh and worked your way up under the cloths. Her long fingers reached the damp fabric of your panties first and you bit your lip to hold back a moan. Bada straightened up when she felt your heat and how soaked you were — she slowly withdrew her fingers, watching in fascination as your slick stretched from the fabric of your panties following her middle finger, as if it didn't know where to stay. As if magnetically attracted to her.

"You're as wet as I am..." she mumbled dazzled, eyes fixed on your covered pussy as she licked her lips. Bada lifted her head slightly to look at you, and you could swear her eyes were sparkling as she asked softly, "Can I?"

You nodded, smiling. You followed her gaze down, watching her drag your panties to the side. The way her slender fingers innocently ran over your needy cunt in a caress as she tugged at the fabric made you involuntarily lower your hips against her hand, desperate for more contact. You hissed while Bada's eyes widened at your reaction, looking worried.

"All right?" she asked nervously, pulling her hand away and returning her gaze to your flushed face.

"Uhm... yes. I just need more." your voice was hoarse and you felt your throat dry as you stared blankly at Bada's fingers now resting on her lap, just inches away from where you need her the most. I have to be patient with her, you remind yourself.

"More?" Bada questioned. You could feel the shyness and uncertainty in her voice as she continued, "What should I do?"

"Do to me what you were doing to yourself just now."

You bit back a smile watching her pretty face turn red as she muttered 'Oh, that'. But you almost sighed in relief when you saw her hand finally move to touch you again, feeling your clit throb in anticipation. Bada had a whirlwind of thoughts running through her head now but, for what must be the first time in her life, none were religious. On the contrary. All she could think about was the sinful sounds coming out of your mouth; the way you were hot against her gelid fingers, and so soft, so wet for her. The way she was loving to feel your body pressed against hers, your scent intoxicating her senses, your taste seasoning her tongue, your touch — it was all so thrilling and fresh.

Bada felt her heart bump faster in her chest when she realized she was about to make you good, the same way she was feeling. All that pleasure, and more. She aims to provide you with much more. How? The answer remains blurry, but she might find out soon enough.

Deep in her mind and heart, inside a small trunk locked with a padlock whose key was lost the moment you sat on her lap, burns a guilt that is now habitual to her. But she decides to ignore it for now. Damn, how could she focus on anything other than the luscious woman who was exposed to her, wanting her?

Bada was so fucked, yes, but she feels like she could die happy if only she made you feel pleasure first. So she did.

Her fingers delved inside your folds, enjoying the familiar texture. It slid in easily, exploring nonchalantly as you squirmed under her touch. Her middle finger passed your entrance and you shivered as you felt it clenching around nothing, almost sucking the tip of her finger inside — the moan you let out was inevitable. Her eyes widened. "Did I hurt you?" the concern in her voice almost makes you giggle, but you're too turned on for that now. So you just answer breathlessly,

"No! Just keep going..." your eyes dive into hers, "Please, Bada."

She adored the way her name came out of your mouth, so needy and so damn alluring — it was enough for her to erase any worry, replacing it with an intense fire that flared below her belly button. Her fingers caressed your pussy up and down, spreading your moisture. She rested on your clit, smiling when she found the bundle of nerves — Bada didn't know much, but she recently discovered that it actually felt really good there. That little spot.

So she decided to play there. You laid your head in the crook of her neck as her inexperienced but effective fingers began to circle your pleasure point, applying pressure. She timidly pinched it and you strangled a scream, biting her neck. Bada felt a wave of pleasure go down her spine at the sensation and land right at her soaked pussy. Her low, hoarse moan tickles your ear.

"Bada... please... please, I need your fingers inside. Now." you said between breaths against her skin, making her nervous. Bada gulped,

"Ok," Tense, but eager to please you, she guided her fingers to your entrance. Bada tested, circling the hole, smiling as she felt it clenching again — it should be a good sign, then. Bada cautiously positioned her index finger which slid inside with surprising ease, your pussy greedily swallowing it. Bada didn't blink, her gaze fixed on her hand glued to your cunt as if it belonged there. She was enchanted by how her finger simply disappeared inside you.

"What should I do now?" she asked softly, her voice scratching her throat as she curiously moved her finger, moving it out and back in at a torturous speed. "Should I do it like this?"

"Faster..." you asked, and she obeyed. Her movement picked up speed, deliciously poking your walls. But it still wasn't enough for you.

"One more, please, Bada" you begged in a whine voice, making Bada bite her lip in an attempt to suppress the impulse to kiss you again. She was in an awe at your enthusiasm, faltering a bit before following through with your request,

"Are you sure you can handle it?"

The genuine and innocent curiosity in her husky voice didn't help to ease the thrill that her sentence gave you. You squirmed, a pornographic sound leaving your lips as you were only able to repeatedly nod your head yes. Then she went, guiding her middle finger into your twitching hole. Her palm brushed against your aching clit as she positioned herself and all you could think about was grinding against her, seeking more friction. You couldn't help but give in to your thoughts — which made the second finger slide inside faster than Bada planned.

Her eyes widened, moaning softly when she felt how you squeezed her fingers, your walls crushing them as if they never wanted to let her go. But she managed to get out — with great difficulty — moving her fingers carefully, feeling you squeeze her even tighter. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she returned both fingers inside at once, feeling you stretch every millimeter.

"So... tight... God," she whispered breathlessly. Bada could have sworn she was feeling everything you were feeling with the pinches in her own pussy. You began to wiggle, helping her with the movements and she smiled, feeling the thrusts becoming neat.

Bada was starting to feel safe enough, so she felt freer to give in to the other dirty desires she had been putting aside until now. She lifted her head, tilting it slightly to the side to reach your exposed neck. Her tongue came out to find your skin, her teeth scraping along with it and she sucked — at the same time she curled her fingers inside you, hitting a very special spot. You let out a muffled scream against her shoulder, sinking your teeth into her skin over the fabric of the shirt she still wore.

"Tell me, does it feel good?" she whispered in your ear; a dirty smile — something very new to Bada, feeling heavy on her mouth but somehow suiting her perfectly — was playing on her plump lips. Still repeating the back and forth movement - with more strength this time – she bent her fingers again, sucking on your lobe. "Am I making you feel good?"

"Yes! Yes, fuck" Bada's smile grew impossibly wider, and she couldn't ignore the dose of savagery that was injected right into her veins at your reaction. How good it felt to make you feel good.

"Uhm. I think it would be better if you lay down." although she worded it as a suggestion, it sounded like a firm command. You didn't have time to react as she stood up, carrying you with her, and carefully lowered you until your back met the soft mattress.

Before pulling away she stole a kiss, swallowing your moans as her fingers kept pounding you mercilessly. Bada smirked, feeling her ego inflate — knowing that you were feeling pleasure because of her made her even more excited. She quivered when – due to the position she was in, on all fours, hovering over you – she felt her arousal running down her own thigh. For it to be enough to surpass the panties, the situation was a little beyond control, she thought. She was drooling down there. Bada held her breath, lowering herself onto you until she was face to face with your core. She exhaled, seduced by the sight of your pussy: all reddened and swollen from stimulation, devouring her fingers with her greedy hole.

Perhaps, it hits Bada, the true paradise in which she so ardently believed and longed to go, was just between your legs, with your pretty sound — that she discovered were sweeter than any prayer she had ever heard — as a symphony.

You looked down and the view took your breath away — there was something supernaturally arousing about the way Bada was looking at your cunt. As if it were a mirage, something sacred. Holy. Her glassy stare dripped with desire and fascination, the adoration was almost palpable. You twitched around her fingers involuntarily, bringing her back to reality. Bada tilted her head, using the thumb and index finger of her free hand to stretch your folds, opening your pussy to her delight — and of course, giving her a better access. And then, she sucked.

She went straight to the target — your swollen, pulsing clit. She sucked with a moderate amount of pressure, her teeth lightly scraping. Her insecurity and inexperience was still there but she made you see stars nonetheless. And you screamed, rolling your eyes as she continued — sucking and licking, exploring the space as her thin fingers kept the fast, heavy rhythm moving in and out of you, curling against your walls and hitting your g-spot every time with familiarity. Her tongue traced a sinful path around your hole, almost joining her fingers — she got better every second, if it were possible to learn so quickly.

You trembled as Bada moaned against your aching clit, the sound reverberating through every fiber of your body. You brought both hands to the back of her head in pure bliss, not knowing what to do with yourself but knowing that you needed more and you were so, so close. You pushed her head further in, eyes rolling back and closing as her nose pressed against your throbbing point — you began to rub yourself shamelessly against her face, feeling the knot at the base of your stomach tightening, threatening to release, just in time for her to curl her fingers inside you again in a particularly rough thrust while her tongue played with your clit in incredibly quick zigzag movements.

"Bada!" you shouted, trying to warn her, but it was too late. Before you could say anything else, you gloriously came apart on her face, completely drenching her with your orgasm. Bada didn't falter — she was eagerly waiting for something like this, and it couldn't have gone better, she thought as she drank up all the juices you gushed at her so enthusiastically, licking up every last drop you had to offer.

You came down from your high little by little, extremely sensitive with her still licking and sucking you gently, making sure not to leave anything behind — so committed that you had to gather the strength to push her head away, your legs shaking beneath her, begging for a break. And she followed your silent command, pulling away with her face a wet, gooey mess. Your cum was all over her, dripping from the tip of her chin and running down her neck — she did her best to lick it around her lips, as far as she could reach.

Even though you're still recovering from what must have been your most explosive orgasm, the sight does things to you. You prop yourself up on your elbows, enough for your hand to reach the back of her neck and pull her in for a kiss, which she responds hungrily. You love how your taste is mixed with hers and how her tongue swings more confidently against yours — you can feel in your core the shift that has occurred, the turn of the switch. Now she has a real control of the situation.

As much as she lacks experience, you know what the purest and most wanton desire can do to someone like Bada.

From the first time you saw her, when she welcomed you at the convent gates and offered to show you the place, then when she took you to settle in the room that you would share with her, you knew. The way she carried herself — everything about her screamed that there was something feral quite repressed there. And you couldn't be happier to be the one releasing it.

Bada pulls away first, breathing heavily as she looks at you with half lidded eyes — you're the one who received it but it looks like she's the one who got fucked stupid. However, you didn't miss how she rubbed her thighs uncomfortably. You could only imagine how she was feeling there, so needy for attention and relief. Had she even managed to satisfy herself before you arrived, or did you ruin it for her? you pondered.

"Bada..." your voice came out hoarse, low, scraping your throat — a consequence of the screaming and moaning session you had just now. Bada hummed, licking her lips while her eyes didn't leave your figure, checking you out.

"There is something we can try..." this captured her full attention again, you noticed how her eyes widened slightly. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling. Fucking adorable. You cleared your throat,

"Something that can give pleasure to us both, at the same time." you watched Bada swallowed hardly, her prominent Adam's apple dipping and rising in a movement so deeply erotic that you already felt yourself getting wet again.

"Is that so? I would like to try." her voice was barely more than a whisper, and the confident tone sent delicious goosebumps all over your skin.

You smiled at her, starting to take off your skirt and ruined panties, and then your shirt, encouraging Bada to – shyly – do the same. You finished first, lying down again as you admired her undressing. Her body was divine, a sight so beautiful that you felt like you should be paying for the privilege of seeing it. You bit your lip, watching the exact moment her nipples became hard from the cold air that surrounded the room. You looked down slowly, savoring the view of her pale and flat stomach, her thin but firm arms, the ridiculously huge hands she had...

They would make a great necklace on you; the thought left you feeling lightheaded.

You held your breath as her seductive fingers grabbed the waistband of her sweatpants, beginning to lower them after a second of hesitation. You watched mesmerized, not daring to blink. She is beautiful. Your fingers itched to touch her long, slender legs, which looked irresistibly soft. You imagined how it must be warm in between them, how good it must feel to have them pressed tightly against you — you trembled with the direction of your thoughts, the movement catching Bada's attention while she finished taking off her pants.

She looked at you, ready to get closer, when the feeling of something cold between her breasts stopped her. Bada looked down, freezing as she saw her silver cross necklace still hanging on her neck. She immediately grabbed it to take it off but you were quicker, reaching for her hand with yours halfway.

“Leave it,” you asked, looking into her wide eyes. “You look so hot.”

Bada gulped for the nth time, feeling the shape of the metal burn cold on her skin. But in a good way.

Satisfied, you sat back again, beckoning Bada over and she came to you, as if in a trance. She hovered over you, not yet knowing exactly your plan and waiting for your guidance — but she couldn't resist your pretty pinkish lips, which seemed to call out to hers. She leaned in with a dominance that made you hold your breath. You brought your hands to her back, your nails scratching her skin while her tongue kept caressing yours passionately. You groaned when she moved a little closer and the tip of her dangling necklace touched your hard, sensitive nipple.

"You are so beautiful." you whispered against her lips, running your fingers over her breasts. Bada turned her head slightly, trying to hide her flushed face, disconcerted. Naturally, you took advantage of her distraction to casually position her between your legs at the best angle you could find. You pushed her lightly, feeling your pussy throbbing just at the sight of a dizzy, pussy drunk Bada. She didn't even seem to know her own name at that moment.

But all it took was a second. She looked down, where your vaginas were almost touching and everything connected very quickly, her cheeks reddening again — she couldn't even tell if it was from embarrassment or excitement, the way she felt a mix of both. Yet, lust spoke louder. You didn't even need to instruct, her instinct telling her everything she needed to do.

Bada gently lifted your right leg, slinging it over her broad shoulder. You smiled contentedly, a wave of pleasure shooting up your spine in anticipation as you felt yourself clenching around nothing.

She wasted no time — Bada connected your pussies thirstily, making a loud, wet noise echo in the room. You both froze for a moment as you felt each other's heat and wetness mixing and becoming one. And the two of you could swear you saw God. Heaven. The stars aligning. Whatever was celestial enough to represent the sensation.

Bada began to move her hips slowly and precisely against you, testing, discovering, searching for the best angle and the best rhythm. The low moans and grunts that escaped her mouth made you feel impossibly hotter, palpitating against her cunt.

It didn't take long for her to find the ideal rhythm with the perfect fit — at this point you faithfully believe that she has some kind of divine gift, indeed. You closed your hands into fists, holding on the bed sheet for dear life. You rolled your eyes every time she deftly pushed herself against you, precisely hitting your clit that was still sensitive from your previous orgasm. You knew you wouldn't last long – and neither would Bada, by the way she whimpered with each thrust, her fingers digging into your thigh and waist with a force that you knew would leave bruises.

She gained even more speed, feeling the pleasure doubling in intensity as she did so — you gasped as she fell a little on top of you in a rough thrust, her cross necklace somehow ending up between her parted lips. And she sucked in, clenching her teeth against the metal.

The view was breathtaking — Bada tilted her head back, eyes shut, her bangs stuck to her forehead with sweat while other strands were sticking to her neck with the mixture of sweat and your cum that still moistened the area.

The intoxicating sight — along with the overwhelming pleasure that made your toes curl — did it for you. And you came again, the pleasure taking you with more force than the last time. Bada looked down with half lidded eyes, realizing that you had already reached your peak as your strangled scream grabbed her attention. But that didn't stop her. It only gave her more energy as she kept fucking you more hungrily, desperate to finally feel that release that had been weighing in her stomach for what already felt like hours.

You whined, shaking from the overstimulation, but you let her chase her high, still reveling in the sight. You watched and felt the exact moment her mouth opened in a silent scream as she threw her head back — the necklace now falling back between her breasts — and her warm cum joined yours, soaking your pussy and the sheet beneath you even more. You could swear you felt like you were getting bred — you felt full, impregnated with her. And you may or may not have come again from it, her scent stunning your senses.

The sound of heavy breathing was the only sound in the room now as Bada carefully removed your leg — now half numb — from her shoulder and moved away from you, your cums mixed barely allowing your pussies to come apart, forming thin lines that seemed to stretch infinitely. Bada licked her lips looking at it, feeling her head spin. She silently fell to your side, gasping, feeling her throat dry.

You were quiet for a while, taking your time to recover. Little by little, the haze of pleasure faded and reality began to hit like a truck. Bada covered her face with her hands, wanting to scream.

Damn, wasn't she fucked up?

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✷ GORGEOUS ⸺ ͏ ͏BADA LEE X FEM!READER

summary: bada lee's making her way to becoming one of the most influential people in south korea as the ceo of bebe, known for her young age and witty strategies in the market. during a formal gala between korea's most important people in the business world, she meets you, the daughter of her rival company's CEO.

a/n: i've been thinking and rethinking this idea since the ysl pictures, so i thought it'd be the best choice as my first work published here! hope you like it <3 also i'm very much in love with this bada and had lots of sapphic panics because of possible scenarios with her, but anyway. also, check the moodboard here!

warnings: ceo!bada, rivals to lovers in the making, drinking, alcohol, cocky/confident bada (smirking and flirting), bada has a reputation, reader has to keep the "delicate flower daughter" facade but bada annoys her, lowkey asshole!bada, probably will become a series...?, currently unedited.

word count: 3.2k

it was a chill night in seoul, but the weather didn't stop you from wearing your new favorite dress, one you've been waiting the opportunity to wear for a long time — and what better time than the black and white gala? it's a beautiful long dress that makes you look like royalty, and only seems to enhance you angelic beauty.

you were already expecting it to be a boring night, as you'd have to smile, stay still and look pretty for all those people, perfecting your role as the family's beauty, so the least you could have was a nice, and very relaxing, time of dressing up. and you did. you spent the two hours previous to the event making your vogue beauty secrets homemade video, having your cat as your only viewer, and listening to your favorite playlist, allowing yourself to dance and scream since your family was away — your brother at his fiancée's house having a pre-party dinner with her family, your mother was playing fake friends with the other socialites and your father was at the company.

now that the event has arrived, though, you're ready to rip your hair out and punch the nearest wall. but that wasn't expected from the choi's heiress, so instead you wear your best media smile, keep your hands intertwined in front of your body, maintaining a good posture, and wondering through the party as if you're meant to be there — you aren't, though.

the only moment in which you have a glimpse of peace is when you meet one of your friends, a real one, audrey lane. she's the daughter of one of the powerful families in the entertainment business, and differently from you, she can follow her own path and has been living as a ballerina for over ten years. her parents are surprisingly very nice as well, and you're their honorary daughter whenever they stay in seoul.

"i could die out of boredom right now", she whispers to you, using her empty glass of champagne as an excuse to join you in the bar, where you've been hiding for the past few minutes.

"you tell me", you mutter back, holding back the urge to laugh at her grimace, instead choosing to chuckle. "i've been thinking of ways to get out of here since before i arrived, but none seem believable enough. not to the choi's heiress, at least", you whisper bitterly the last part, knowing it would take something worse than a natural disaster for your parents to allow you to leave the room.

"what about graciously passing out in the arms of a beautiful suitor?", audrey muses, keeping her voice low even though the only people around you are the barista and a couple workers.

"i'd have to marry him, then", you say in response, thinking back to all your efforts of avoiding a marriage of convenience. so far, you've been successful at it, so you're not risking any chances.

"that sucks. maybe do it with nob", audrey hums after finishing her sentence as if she's thinking about it, which makes you want to laugh again. you like how she always seems ready to jump and help you with your plans, even if only in fantasy.

"my father thinks she has some connections with underground business", you keep your voice light, but you can see in audrey's eyes she wants to laugh at the absurdity of it.

"as if half the people here don't", she snots. "thank you", audrey smiles politely at the barista who filled her glass with champagne, and then looks back at you with the same amused expression from before.

"i know", you smile, moving your head from side to side as you think back to that conversation. you had a tough time keeping your face straight while listening to your father's conspiracy theories, paranoid enough with being the number one in the business so he makes up the weirdest stuff.

"if you want to have an actual out", audrey leans closer to you, keeping her eyes moving around looking at different people in the room, and you do the same, as if you're having a casual conversation about the weather. "you should pass out on lee bada's arms. your father would have a heart attack then", she nods, seemingly proud of her plan.

"him and everyone here", you start laughing but quickly disguise it with a fake cough, graciously covering your face to hide your smile afterwards. "she does have a reputation", you add, your eyes unconsciously looking around, trying to find the subject of your talk.

"she likes women, how scandalous", audrey pretends to be shocked and disgusted, which makes you want to laugh again. "we're in the twenty-first century, for god's sake — and she's fine."

"audrey", you scold your friend, who simply smiles carelessly back, as if she hadn't said anything.

"sorry. rivals and everything", audrey makes fun of it, and you use the privacy of the place to roll your eyes at her tone. you can't care less about your father's competition, but she loves to joke about it. it is one of the buzzing topics lately, though. "i have to go, see you later", she kisses you softly in the cheek before leaving.

you're left confused by her action, furrowing your brows for a second as you don't understand her rush, not even waiting for you to reply to her. she could be weird sometimes, you think, moving your glass of champagne to your mouth so you can take a sip, and that's when you hear the indistinctive sound of heels hitting the floorboards approaching your spot.

as soon as you look to the side you understand: lee bada, the youngest ceo in the room, is approaching you.

although you've never met her before, you've seen her in the media before. she stands wearing a black suit perfectly measured for her body and for a quick moment you're struck by how tall she is, and you quickly notice her heels, that make her look taller than she already is. they must give her at least more seven centimeters in her height, you realize. she holds a drink in her hand, and in her face she has a smile, but her eyes sparkle with what you recognize as mischief or something very close to it.

"so you are the famous choi y/n", she remarks when she stands beside you, her eyes glistening and the smile now gone from her face, but you can see the ghost of a smirk there.

"i am", you smile politely.

"i'm lee bada", she flashes you a wide, almost cocky smile.

you're surprised when bada reaches for your free hand and takes it closer to her mouth, leaning in just enough for her to kiss it, her eyes not leaving yours. her lips feel soft against your skin, and even after bada carefully lets go of your hand, you can still feel the same spot warm. her grin for sure doesn't help you ignoring the sensation, bada's eyes lingering on yours just a beat too long.

"it's a pleasure to meet you", you choose to keep your expression polite, your free hand now carefully by your side. you feel unnerved by the way she stares at you, the amused glint in her eyes, and she doesn't seem to try to hide the way she eyes you from head to toe.

"the pleasure's all mine", bada's voice is low and sultry as she replies to you. "your father has told me a lot about you", she maintains the eye contact and she has a teasing undertone, which makes you wonder whether she's trying to get under your skin — it'd certainly explain the way she keeps eyeing you.

"i doubt i'd be the topic of business meetings", you shrug her off, purposefully choosing to avoid giving in to her teasing, and you flash her a polite smile again before looking away. unbeknownst to you, your reaction only makes bada want to tease you even more — she knows your reactions are most likely coming from your social etiquete lessons, and she hates polished conversations.

"oh, but you're the subject of many conversations", bada gives you a playful smile, but is the malicious glint in her eyes that makes you wary. "good things only, i promise", her voice's raspy, and then she continues. "how beautiful you are, mostly. but i have to say, i didn't expect you to be this pretty."

"thank you, i appreciate it", you smile politely, ignoring the way her eyes seem to take in your figure, and definitely the way your heart seems to respond to it.

"are you always this polite? or is it just for me?", bada smirks, apparently finding you amusing. why, you have no idea, but it does make you want to crawl out of your skin. still, you ignore the sudden annoyance, knowing it's not worth it.

"is there a reason why you're still here? i assumed this gala was to close deals, make partnerships, discuss business", you hide your sassy tone with another polite smile, as if you're simply worried about her staying behind all the other ceos using the evening for a work purpose.

bada simply smiles at your attempt of ending the conversation, and instead of allowing you to, she leans just a little bit closer, her eyes locked on yours. "aren't these events always better when two rivals can set aside their differences and enjoy themselves?"

"i'd hardly say we fit in the rivals category. i'm not in the business, after all", you choose to keep it simple, as if pretending she's not winning this little game of getting under your skin.

"perhaps not", bada says, playing along with your comment, supporting her elbow on the balcony of the bar and leaning her weight to it, tilting her head slightly to the side as she stares intensely at you. "but who knows, one day you might take over your father's company."

you can't avoid to huff this time, briefly breaking your media-trained persona, bothered by her comment. "i'm the beauty of the family, don't you know? not the next mind", you say bitterly, giving in to your resentment, and as soon as you notice it you give her a tight-lipped smile before taking a sip of your champagne again.

she's finding this whole exchange fun, you realize when you lock eyes with her again. bada's looking at you with a somewhat playful grin, her eyes shining with something you can't really point what exactly (if you looked just a little bit more, you'd realize it's fascination). if you had wanted to get her off your back before, that little comment of yours was enough to make it impossible for you now.

"ah, so you're not that smart?", bada seems to take joy in hurting your pride, and it makes you want to click your tongue out of frustration. "but of course, you could always marry someone with the brains for it", she adds casually, taking a sip of her drink — whiskey, you notice.

"i'll let you know if i meet someone who fits that description", you give her a tight-lipped smile, feeling your face flushing out of annoyance and just a hint of anger, not giving in to the urge of rolling your eyes simply because you don't want to give her the satisfaction.

still, your attempt doesn't seem to work when you see her laugh. if it had been under other circumstances, you'd notice how she sounds beautiful, the way her eyes close giving her a cute look— but in that moment? it only got you more pissed.

her eyes stay with that same glint of teasing as bada leans in a little more close. she seems careful to not make the closeness between the two of you scandalous, but you know, you just know she deeply wants to — to annoy you, you add.

"no need to look any further", she purrs seductively, and you feel your body warming up. it's the anger, you convince yourself. "i'm right here, and i have both the brains and the beauty", she's taunting you in a whisper now, making the whole interaction more intimate than you want to, and apparently has no plans of backing down.

at this point you should just walk away, and you would've it if were anyone else. nobody has managed to get under your skin, especially in a public setting, the way bada can. it annoys you, makes you want to show her you're not that delicate — in more than one way, which makes it harder for you. bada's just... annoying. annoyingly persistant, annoyingly confident, annoyingly attractive.

"a girl can dream", you give her a mocking smile, this time purposefully leaving your facade behind. just for a little, you add to yourself, because you sure as hell don't want her to win whatever's happening between the two of you.

you move your hand to take another sip of your drink, feeling frustrated by the way she's so close to you — not by much, but it's too much for you right now, especially when the anger seems to make you more dizzy. you realize your glass is empty and use the opportunity to look away from bada, turning around to ask for the barista to feel your glass.

you can feel her eyes watching every move you make, making you want to squirm. if you were sitting right now, you knew your legs would be urging to bounce repeatedly, a wave of anxiety coming off you. it makes it harder to endure when you notice her silence, though you can still feel her staring.

before you can even notice, she's leaning closer to you.

"i can make any dream come true, darling", bada whispers directly into your ear and you can feel the warmth radiating from her body. her voice is low and sultry, and even though you try, you can't hold back the shivers down your spine at the feeling of her hot breath next to your ear.

you turn around just to see her leaning her body down in your direction, your height difference making her bend her back a little. even though you're wearing heels, you're still shorter and smaller than her — and the thought of it should definitely not make you feel the way it does.

"are you always this indiscreet?", you choose to ask, trying to hide the way she's making you feel by showing your annoyance instead. still, you have a feeling bada's not fooled by your performance.

"i wouldn't call me indiscreet", bada smirks, her eyes searching for something in yours, which makes you feel unnerved. "i'd say upfront, determined, ambitious", she gives you a smug smile. "the fact is, i always get what i want", her voice is low again and you recognize the seductive tone, her smirk only adding to her flirtatious comment.

"that's not really how it goes for anyone. you can't have everything you want", you choose not to give in to her teasing, instead taking a step back when you notice a quick movement with the corner of your eye. your glass is on the balcony, this time filled with champagne. you instantly drink when you get it, your eyes avoiding bada.

she still stands next to you, but you don't feel her coming any closer, and you think you count that as a win. the thing is, bada is really interested in you. you're different from what she expected you to be, though she assumes she shouldn't be surprised with finding out your reputation as the delicate, pretty and shiny choi's heiress is simply an act.

"oh, but i think i can", bada's not backing down, apparently. you don't really know how you feel about it. still, you don't look at her. "i'm not everyone, as you'll find out. i live the way i want, and i get what i want. i don't mind working for it."

her comment makes you look at her again, maybe because you just expected her to say money gets you everything, or maybe because of the determined tone lying in it. bada meets your eyes quickly, her expression seemingly relaxed, as if she's not bothered by anything that has happened so far.

"sure", you answer, skeptical of her. as far as you know, the only reason lee bada gets what she wants is because she has no problem in being manipulative, selfish and machiavellian.

"don't sound so doubtful, love. it hurts my pride", her smirk is back, the teasing glint in her eyes making it shine maliciously.

"you had no trouble hurting mine before", you huff, ignoring the want to roll your eyes at her.

you're not sure you believe in her. you have no doubts she can have what she wants, but that she wants you? that's different. everything she does is calculating, you know. and you've heard of her affairs before, how lee bada can charm any woman the way to her bed. even if she does want you, which you doubt — she's just trying to annoy you, you're certain —, it won't work for her.

"so i did, huh?", bada seems proud at the discovery and it makes you want to slap yourself for slipping. you keep your eyes strong, already feeling like she's winning and you don't like it at all. "you could've told me, darling. the last thing i want is for a pretty woman like you to doubt yourself."

"don't worry, you're not that influential", you give her a sarcastic smile this time, your skin heating up again at her getting on your nerves. letting her know she actually affected you was more than enough.

"then you shouldn't react the way you are, love", bada leans in closer again and you can see her pupils dilated, but what really gets to you is the way she licks her lips, making it slow. you know you've lost when you look at her lips, a smirk quickly appearing. "you see? it's very easy to rile you up", she hums, the sound making your ears ring, looking annoyingly satisfied.

"yeah, and i've had enough", you huff again, feeling out of yourself.

you shouldn't have let her get to your nerves like that. you never lose your composure, not in public and not in private places, yet she just... gets to you. you can see now why your father has warned you to stay away from her, why he says she's not one to be messed with. you just never assumed she'd actually take interest in you.

"goodbye, bada", you take your small purse, that rested in the bar's chair as you hate to carry it around all the time, and give her a quick look, only to see her amused expression.

"i'll see you soon, darling", bada doesn't even blink, her eyes shining with something you couldn't recognize, but you didn't like at all — it was almost as if she knew something you didn't, and that, added to her smug smile and eyeing you again, was enough to make you leave in a quick pace.

you have no idea where you're going to, you just know it has to be far away from her.

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cant WAIT

☆ : To All the Girls I’ve Loved Before

# — Coming Soon . . .

Summary / Four letters. Four girls. One heart to give . . . A story of love and of loss.

Tag list /@princhii , @lil-elliesgf , @wiselight , @nimxie , @badaspookie , @bluebada , @aixicl [Open]

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lanocheunvinde · 1 year ago

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See you again,

Bada Lee x fem reader

Summary: After you both agree to part ways, your paths cross unexpectedly.

Cw: exes :(, angst (?).

Wc: 6k.

Pls read : I’ve decided to put all parts (1 2 & 3) into one single fic because it’s not that long. For the babes that already read the first 2 parts, before the beginning of every chapter I added numbers so I’d be easier for you to scroll to your desired chapter🤍

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(1)

''So, you're going to be back soon. Right?''

Soobin asked, her tone uneasy. Even tho you told her numerous times that you won't just disappear forever and once the leaves begin to fall and change colors you'll rock the streets of Seoul again. Until then, you'll fly as far as your wings take you. It's not like you did anything wrong. You decided to leave after all.

''Wild, young & free'' as some would describe, as she would describe. Until you weren't free anymore, your thoughts kept you imprisoned in your mind.

''Yeah girlie, you know how hard I worked to get in.''

For a long time, you've wondered what you're into—having an identity crisis every time you see her dancing with such passion. You admire her wholeheartedly, but you can't help feeling jealous since there wasn't anything there for you. Your mom took you to piano classes, swimming, and even judo. She tried her best to expand your horizons and you're grateful for that but it never really worked out. Until in your early teens, you discovered your burning passion for writing, having the power to control every reply, scene, or character you desire. It's like the alphabet was made for you just to write cheeky stories that she would giggle at. Words being placed thoughtfully in your love letters to her.

''I can't wait for you to get back home. I will get reallyyy mad if we don't go out drinking before uni." The younger girl giggled over the phone. But the word ''home'' stuck to you like a bandage. You're the type of person that considers ''home'' wherever the heart is but where is your home when your heart is all over the place?

You're just lying to yourself. You know exactly where home is. Home was the queen-sized bed you once shared, with the messy sheets you were too lazy to arrange since you knew in less than 24 hours it would be the same. Home was the kitchen where you would fail yet another recipe trying to surprise her with a yummy meal after her dance class. Home was anywhere she was really. Too bad she’s so far away now. That doesn’t mean you’re homeless tho. Many tried to offer you a room in their hearts, but it just wasn’t the same. The best you could do was try. Going on dates, even being a fan of dating apps until you gave up. Her presence scarred you so deeply that you subconsciously compared every romantic interest to her, her jokes, her compliments, her touch, her way of being.

“Did she get in?” the girl who once was your biggest relationship enthusiast asked, knowing how the story unfolded.

“How am I supposed to know? Is there any reason I would be interested? I haven’t spoken to her in months.”

“Forget it, why are we even talking about her? Call me when you arrive. I’ll talk to Seoyoung and Taeyoung and maybe we can go out and have cheap drinks like we did back in the day!”

You had a happy childhood, loving parents and lots of friends and you even had a best friend since primary school! Funny how a best friend turns into someone you love and then into someone you don't know at all-isn't life funny?

During the past two months, you traveled around Europe. Finding beautiful places that make you enjoy the moment, finding beautiful people, beautiful moments. Peace. Traveling was one of the things you truly enjoyed. She once promised you’d go to Lyon and Basilicata together. You ended up going by yourself. Maybe it was better this way.

Even though you were surrounded by people there were still moments when you felt alone and rather than being sad, you tried to enjoy being by yourself and embrace the quiet. Your life was so noisy until it all just stopped. You just accepted it.

The familiar streets make the corners of your mouth turn upright. The convenience store right around the corner from your childhood apartment, the sun shining brightly on your street, and the kids that just left school flooding the now-crowded street gave you a familiar feeling. Comfort.

“You are so beautiful.” your mother said while embracing you tightly, clearly noticing the subtle changes in your looks. Your skin is now sun-kissed thanks to Sardinia beach, your hair is slightly shorter and darker since you couldn’t skip the hair salons in Paris, and your cheeks are more plump since you’re not the one to refuse a delicious dish.

“You just came back and you are leaving again in a few days. If you don’t come to visit me on Sundays I won’t send you any food ever again!” your mom said sarcastically. Truth is, you would like to spend more time with her but now you’re too caught up with the new school year starting.

You’re officially a student in creative writing & linguistics and even got accepted as #13. Your mother couldn’t help but brag to her friends about your success in joining such a prestigious university. She was shocked. She wasn’t aware you planned to join this university a long time ago, alongside her.

“How’s Bada? Are you guys still mad? Is an 11 year old friendship worth throwing away?”

Bada was well acquainted with your mother. Sometimes you thought your mom loves her more than she loves you. Bada infiltrated in your life so well that it came as a surprise to everybody that the two best friends who held hands just stopped talking. No reason behind it.

“You still haven’t told me what happened.”

“Mom please I just arrived home don’t make me wanna leave again” You came off as a bit harsh but Bada was a dead subject to you. At day you would pretend you never came across Bada Lee, at night you would remember the way her hands softly caressed your waist and how your lips perfectly fit hers. You cut her off exactly how your hair stylist cut your split ends in Paris. But hair always eventually grows back.

Your childhood bedroom became the center of your attention for the next seven days as you discovered many random things while packing for uni. Old textbooks from high school, many hair accessories, polaroids with her, some dried up hand cream. Small things that were core memories for you. Your room is being filled up with 2 types of carton boxes: to take & to throw.

Most of the items you decided to throw were just straight up trash, one of her baggy t-shirts that still had her scent on it being included. Some stuff you decided to keep was necessities, toiletries, some pictures you took together just in case you made up again, etc. She was already half out of your heart, the other half made sure your heart was beating rapidly only for her. Did she also throw out your stuff? Did she keep it??

Across the street, things were pretty much the same.

“Make sure you eat well. Did you pack everything?”

Mrs. Lee made sure to check up on her daughter. She was indeed a very caring mother.

The girl let out a loud sigh saying, “Yeah, I’ll check again before leaving. There's still plenty of time left."

“You always do that honey, wait until the last minute. Go check it now! We won’t have time to add everything to the boxes in the morning!” said the older woman worriedly.

She went back to her room. The framed picture on her desk watched her every move, constantly reminding her of what was. Something in her not being able to throw it away, it was already there for 2 years. But sometimes she did turn the photo upside down, usually when she had other women over.

It was her 17th birthday. Your smiles were brighter than the flashlight itself, your cheeks flushed after so many shots your mother would destroy you for drinking. It was the night your relationship exploded.

“Is it wrong that I really want to kiss you?” You asked quietly, embarrassed by how close she was, her body firmly pressing against yours.

“Why would it be?” she says flatly.

As you take a deep breath, you think to yourself: ''Fuck it.'' It doesn't take long for your hands to reach her face. You lean in and kiss her, feeling her heart racing against yours. She melts into your arms, immersing herself in your arms as you explore each other's lips. You pull away and look into her eyes, feeling a connection deeper than anything you've ever felt before. You both smile, savoring the moment and knowing that this is the beginning of something new. The color of your lipstick now staining her lips and her mind. She runs her fingers over your lips feeling the warmth and softness of your skin, as she says softly:

''This is how it's supposed to be."

You lean in and kiss her again, this time with more passion and intensity until you have to pull away to catch your breath. That was the first of many makeouts in Bada's bedroom.

In the first place, you were just supposed to change your shirt since somehow a glass of champagne ended up on your clothes, and Bada one way or another managed to trap you in front of the closet. Shit happens.

That night the now dried shirt stuck to your skin, the idea of anything else instead of the girl in front of you being long forgotten.

To be sincere, you always held the power to pull anything you wanted without really trying. And you pulled Bada Lee into a complete black hole that night. Unaware that your souls are tied so tightly that at one point they'll burst. And unfortunately, that happened faster than any of you anticipated.

(2)

''You're Y/N, right?" the thrilled girl asked. She had a unique appearance. The mole on her nose easily distinguished her from a crowd you thought. Flashy nails, long hair, bright clothes, and a bubbly personality were the main characteristics of your new roommate.

''Yeah! It seems like we're stuck together for a while. And you are?''

''I'm Hyerim, I'm in the dance department! I love your outfit! Where did you get that cardigan? This color looks flattering on you!" she says rapidly with a wide smile.

You hit the jackpot for the first time in a long time. On your way to the dorm, your thoughts are filled with the idea of having a demon as a roommate. You had already created a scenario of what to do just in case the person you need to spend the whole school year with together is insufferable. Thankfully, that wasn't the case. For the next 2 hours, you and Hyerim had a blast, talking about anything & everything while unpacking. You both laughed and joked around, and you felt a sense of relief when you realized you wouldn't have to deal with a roommate who wasn't pleasant. You two got along great and you were excited to spend the next year together. You just clicked. As the first week of school passed you realized Hyerim was the hyperactive little sister you never had.

''There's this party next door, one of my friends invited me.'' Your new friend proposed as her eyes sparkled with excitement. ''Do you want to go with me? My friend will bring her girlfriend and I don't want to be the third wheel." The girl pouts.

''Sure, I feel like drinking anyway.'' You said chuckling. Back in the day, you attended every party you possibly could, earning admirable alcohol tolerance. You're making people take notice of you tonight since you have the whole pack to survive a frat party.

You and Hyerim took your time carefully arranging every rhinestone around your eyes. There was a heated debate about what lipstick color would look best with her charismatic outfit.

As you stepped into the party, vibrant energy engulfed the house. The music filled every corner, blending with the laughter and already sweaty bodies of many young adults. The dorm was a mess, filled with more alcoholic drinks than you can count. The smell of vanilla body spray and cheap cigarettes reeked in the living room. You genuinely wondered how so many people could fit into such a small apartment. As you scanned the room, you noticed a familiar face. You smiled and waved, and Soobin quickly made her way to you, giving you a warm embrace.

''So it seems like our drinking plan is finally happening." she laughed while scanning you up and down. ''Who are you trying to attract tonight Miss Martini? If I was into women you would've been my first choice.'' Soobin said while smirking.

Earlier while Hyerim went to touch up her makeup, you wandered to the kitchen where you found some unknown version of martini that was already half empty. You didn't care that the now-empty drink would be the cause of your headache tomorrow. All you wanted was to have fun. The alcohol helped you to keep your thoughts foggy. You grabbed one drink after another and gulped it down in one go. You felt a rush of warmth spreading through your body and you felt yourself becoming more confident and daring. You felt like you could take on the world. You danced and sang along with Soobin. You were living in the moment, without a care in the world. You were having the time of your life.

''Y/N I'VE SEARCHED FOR YOU EVERYWHERE!'' Hyerim screamed trying to make her voice louder than the music. The girl next to her looked dumbfounded. ''This is my friend Dohee. I've told you about her before! Her oreo girlfriend will arrive later so until then it's the four of us.'' She said while showing Soobin a big smile.

Meanwhile, Hyerim and Soobin were discussing a movie you've never heard of and your eyes couldn't stop traveling to Dohee's sour expression. It was such a shame, a beautiful girl frowning. Her red-coated luscious lips are paralyzed, the leather jacket accentuating her small figure so well. Whoever is making the alluring-looking women wait is a real loser, you think. But you're here, with her, right now, in the moment. Who can blame you for wanting to steal a smile from the girl's face?

''I guess your girlfriend is not coming hm?'' You asked quietly, trying not to make the girl explode. She looks like she could burst into crying any moment now. While asking her, you carefully put your arm around her shoulders.

''Yeah. She stood me up again." Dohee sighed then went on and told you how the girl whose appearance won't be seen tonight isn't actually her girlfriend but rather a friend with benefits she's too scared to admit she has feelings for. She told you the unknown woman told her she wasn't interested in any emotional relationship and she just had to accept it. You wondered if the cause of her being so open about this subject was the cup full of plain vodka or if she just was so desperate for someone to hear her out, to look into her soulful eyes and say ''I care''. Regardless of that, you were ready to be there for her even if it was for a short time.

''She's such a fool. I hope you're aware of that. Someone like you doesn't deserve to be treated like that, tossed around like a simple washcloth. Forget about her tonight. Things will get better like they always have.'' You told her while giving a genuine smile, slowly putting your hand on top of hers.

''You really mean that?'' She says smirking while looking at your hands that are now intertwined.

One conversation led to another, and you and Dohee ended up outside sharing a cigarette she pulled from her bra. Even tho you met only 3 hours ago the silence between you two wasn't awkward, but rather comforting. The moon shone down, illuminating your faces as you stood together. Dohee couldn't help but ask you:

"You look familiar. Are you sure our paths haven't crossed before?" Her expression grows nervous. She knew exactly where she saw you before but was too drunk and confused to link things.

''If I had seen you before I would've remembered, but besides that, I doubt I would've let you go." You respond confidently with a grin.

''I've told you so much about me and I don't really know anything about you.." She told you wistfully.

You went on and told her small details about you, such as your 2 month trip and your passion for writing. Nothing too significant but enough to be considered an acquaintance instead of a stranger. She took a moment and studied your face, admiring the eyes she was jealous of every time her romantic interest forgot to hide the picture on her desk. No wonder Bada kept your picture somewhere visible. You were too beautiful to not be looked at. Maybe that's why Bada hid the picture every time she came over, to not fall in love with you instead of her. At first, she envied you for looking so happy next to her. She envied the fact that Bada's smile looked genuine next to yours. Two stars standing next to each other so closely couldn't be any good she thought, unaware of the fact that you and Bada eventually collided, merging into an even brighter star than you currently are. Unfortunately, that star didn't survive long as it was pulled into a black hole, but it died gloriously in a tidal disruption event.

She smiled and gave you a warm look. She took your hand in hers and brought you closer, her touch sending a spark of electricity through your body. It's been a while since you kissed someone but you sure wouldn't mind her touch. When the gap between you closed, your cherry lips met her strawberry ones. Weird combination of flavors but it works. One bitter and the other one sweet.

Your hands shamelessly roam her body, not knowing in the distance that someone is enjoying this as much as you. Instead of focusing on the one she spent the last night with, her eyes are only focusing on your figure, observing the way you fiercely grab the other girl's hips pulling her even closer to you. It's been a while since she last saw you, especially like this but you still managed to make her freeze on the spot. For a moment Bada recalled a time when you simply kissed her. It wasn't something meaningful at all, just how your plump lips sat on hers. At the same time, it was amusing for her that you just kissed the girl she casually used to forget about the emotions she drowned in because of you. Following her heart always leads her to you.

Dohee pulled away when her phone suddenly rang, her face suddenly becoming bitter. You went inside to give her privacy. In the living room, you find Soobin and Hyerim ''dancing'' if it even can be called that, barely being capable of standing on their own feet. They quickly pull you into their little dancing circle forcing you to dance with them. There was no choice other than to give in and take pictures to have a good laugh later on. The laughter didn't last long as Dohee came in with the tall, 2 colored hair woman holding hands.

''What the fuck..'' Soobin whispered to you while catching a glimpse of Bada.

You were drunk but not drunk enough to not notice Bada and her changed appearance. The once blue hair you encouraged her to dye was gone, now weirdly but cutely resembling an oreo and one thing about oreos is that you couldn't resist them, being ideal for your picky taste buds. The not overly sweet cookie fits your dessert criteria perfectly, just like you and Bada's hands fit each other perfectly but that was long forgotten.

''There they are! Let's play spin the bottle now!" Hyerim exclaimed while sending Dohee a wink. It was obvious she was trying to make her friend happy and maybe give her the chance to kiss the girl she spent sleepless nights crying over. However, Hyerim wouldn't let her teenagey thoughts win if she knew the way Bada used to smile at you, nevertheless, it was too late for that because you and a few other people gathered in a circle.

Hyerim went over the ''rules'' quickly, saying if you don't want to kiss the other person you have to take a shot of whatever alcohol was left. Everyone agreed, eagerly to kiss one another or just drink some more. In the first round, the bottle landed on Hyerim and Soobin. They shared a peck playfully without any hesitation. You were up next, the cap of the bottle stopped between Bada and Dohee, the in-love girl clearly not thinking it through because she was too excited to be staying so close to the woman next to her, obviously they won't kiss at all since they aren't sitting on the opposite of each other.

''Okay Y/N who are you gonna kiss??" Hyerim said full of curiosity, a little afraid of the decision you have to make.

''You don't have to kiss anyone Y/N. It's just a stupid game.'' Soobin babbled.

''Dohee.'' You said firmly while looking straight into her eyes. She couldn't handle all the eyes on her, especially yours and Bada's so her view dropped to the bottle in front of her.

''I-'' Dohee gasped trying to form a sentence unsuccessfully, not only because of her drunken state and emotions but because another voice chimed in.

"Kiss her." Bada assented. "It's not like you haven't kissed her before. Kiss her." She repeated smirking while your eyes locked. You won't lie, the multi-colored hair really fits her, just as she thought about how well the rhinestones make your eyes pop.

You grabbed Dohee's face and kissed her. Now you'd blame it on the martini but you specifically bit her lip just right in order to earn a moan from her and a sneer from Bada.

''I'm so calling Taeyoung right now..'' Soobin mumbled trying to remember her passcode in order to call your friend to tell her the shit show she just missed.

(3)

The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension and unspoken words, especially between you, Dohee, and Bada. The game of spinning the bottle continued, but your mind was elsewhere, replaying the moment your lips met Dohee's and the mixed emotions that flashed across Bada's face.

After a few more rounds and a couple of awkward kisses, the game fizzled out, the participants either too drunk or too distracted by their own thoughts. Hyerim, with her ever-bubbling energy, suggested a change in activity, but the mood had shifted. The party was winding down, people were starting to leave or find a spot to crash for the night.

You decided to step outside for a breath of fresh air, the stuffiness of the room becoming too much. As you leaned against the railing of the small balcony, you felt the cool night air brush against your skin, sobering you up a bit. Your thoughts were a jumbled mess, images of Dohee's surprised face and Bada's unreadable expression swirling in your mind.

"Mind if I join you?" a voice asked from behind. You turned to see Bada stepping out onto the balcony, closing the door behind her. The noise from the party became a dull murmur, giving you both a semblance of privacy.

"I wasn't expecting you to be here tonight." you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

Bada leaned against the railing beside you, looking out into the night. "I could say the same about you." she replied. "Seems like we both can't escape each other's orbit, no matter how hard we try. Every time I forget about us you hunt me down." She giggled, earning a chuckle from you.

The silence that followed was heavy, laden with unspoken words and memories of a past relationship that had ended in a whirlwind of emotions. You both knew that whatever had been between you was in the past, yet the remnants of those feelings still lingered.

As the moon cast a shimmering glow on the sandy beach, Bada and you found yourselves walking hand in hand along the shoreline. The sound of crashing waves provided a soothing soundtrack to the unspoken connection between you. With each step, the love between you became replaced by a renewed sense of fear. It might be time to stop swimming into the Sea, maybe it's time to dry yourself off from the sticky saltwater that's been on your skin for so long that it started cracking. As your wounds started to deepen the saltwater couldn't be any good. The stinging sensation was trying to catch your attention, to alarm you that something was wrong but to no avail. You kept swimming and swimming until you couldn't see the shore anymore. That's when you realized you had got lost. In your next life maybe you'll be a fish, that way you and the Sea wouldn't hurt each other. In the one after that maybe you'll be a dog, sleeping at the foot of your owner's bed if it means you get to be on it. You will be just like how she loves you. You will continue to be patient, just as you were in this lifetime. Maybe in another life if it couldn't be in this one.

''I didn't think we'd grow apart so soon.'' Bada's husky voice made goosebumps spread all over your body as her face was now close to your ear, back hugging you. ''You're the first person who made me feel something. I'll forever cherish the moments I had with you.'' As Bada's whispered words reached your ear, a bittersweet mixture of longing and nostalgia flooded your heart. In that moment, you couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for the lost connection, yet also a deep appreciation for the love that had once blossomed between you.

''I knew you were going to leave me but it still hurts.'' Your breathy words managed to escape your throat.

''Thank you for letting me go Y/n because I would not have walked away.'' The emotions of longing and nostalgia washed over you like a tidal wave, reminding you of the way your soul intertwined with Bada's. Each memory, each stolen glance and each word you shared replayed in your mind, leaving you yearning for the future that slowly drifts away, as easy as it comes and as easy as it goes.

Bada hugged you one last time, her arms embracing you so hard that her scent lingered on your shirt-and that was the last thing she ever offered you.

"Why did you tell Dohee to kiss me?" you finally asked, breaking the silence.

Bada turned to look at you, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. "Because I know you, Y/n. I know that even if you're trying to move on, a part of you is still stuck in the past. With me. I don't want it to be that way."

You swallowed hard, the truth in her words stinging. "And what about you, Bada? Are you stuck in the past too?"

She hesitated, then let out the answer you already knew. "Maybe. Maybe part of me never really left our bed. But I also know that we can't go back. Too much has happened. And that's okay."

''There was a time when I thought I'd know you forever.'' your reply seemed to suck any thought Bada even had in the first place, leaving her speechless.

Finally, Bada spoke up again. "Look, Y/n, I don't know what the future holds for us, whether we're meant to be in each other's lives or not. But I do know that I want you to be happy, even if it's not with me."

Her words were sincere, and you felt a warm sensation in your chest, a feeling that maybe it was time to truly let go and move forward.

"Thank you, Bada," you said softly. "I want the same for you."

''Is this our goodbye?'' You dared to ask.

"You know I don't believe in goodbyes."

With those final words, you both shared a smile, acknowledging the end of a long and tangled chapter and the beginning of another. As you went back inside, leaving Bada alone with her thoughts, you realized that the night had brought more than just a party; it had brought a sense of closure you never got on the night when you and the Sea decided your love was too powerful so it might cause a tsunami. You felt a sense of uncertainty about what the future held, hoping that somehow she'd be at the end of your path.

That night was the last time you ever saw Bada Lee up close. Your eyes involuntary checked her instagram profile every once in a while or if you were lucky sometimes you'd spot her around uni, your sight being glued to her; your burning stare was never enough to make her turn around tho but still, you couldn't help yourself but think maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for something new to grow from the ashes of the past. Until you dropped that idea because you realized:

one fish would never be big enough to fill the whole Sea.

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lanocheunvinde · 1 year ago

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☆ : “I’ll always take care of you.”

Cw / Fluffy gf Bada . . . Nothing else !

Author’s note / Thank you @wanderlusturous the request ! I hope you I was able to capture what you wanted and I hope you enjoy <3

Wc / 845 Words

Bada’s arm wrapped around your waist, firm but gentle, as she held you securely under her grasp. You feel her warmth radiate onto you as the both of you walk side by side, as per her request, seeing as she refused to part from you.

“Bada, you know you can let go of me. I won't break apart the second you remove your hand.” You gently joked as your girlfriend led the both of you towards your apartment door.

“I know. But we’re home now. I’ll let go once I've tucked you into bed.” Bada says as she digs into her pocket for the apartment keys.

You peered up at Bada. You knew she was protective over you but now more so than ever. It had been just over a week since your surgery and you had just been discharged. But from the moment you left the hospital bed, Bada had not been more than three steps away from you. She was loyally by your side - ready to catch you if you should ever stagger or fall.

The door unlocks and Bada reaches in and places your bags to the side. You then move your foot forward, ready to walk in, but before it touches the floor you’re suddenly swept up and the floor escapes you. A small yelp shoots from your lips and you instinctively wrap your arms around Bada’s shoulders. With wide eyes you stare up at your girlfriend only to see a satisfied smirk on her lips.

“That’s enough walking for you.” Bada states as she gently holds you to her chest, as if you were her bride and she was yours.

“But I'm fine. The doctor recommended walking, remember ?” You try to reason but it falls on stubborn ears.

“And you’ve walked. So now, let me take care of you.” Bada carries you in her arms and makes her way to your shared bedroom.

In sickness and in health. Bada Lee worshipped you. You were hers to care for and that is what she intended to do.

Bada places you down onto the mattress, attentive to your body as her eyes scan your face for any signs of discomfort. You give her a small smile as you mutter a soft ‘thank you’. Bada returns your smile, the warmth of it reaching her eyes as she gazes down at you and leans in to press her lips to your forehead.

“I’m going to start the shower, okay ?” Bada says before leaving for the bathroom.

You watch as she leaves and you feel a warmness enclosing your heart. You were immensely grateful for Bada. You were slowly recovering and Bada was determined to do all that she could to make the healing process more comfortable for you. You remember waking up one night to see your girlfriend curled up onto a chair beside you as she slept, her hand outstretched and resting on top of yours. You remember the way the nurses sang Bada’s praises as she would visit everyday without fail, bringing you home cooked meals and occasionally more flowers to replace the ones prior. You remember the way she would subtly glance at you - worry deep in her eyes. Bada thought that you didn’t notice, but you did.

Bada wished that she could take away all of your pain, she wished that she could bear it all instead of you. You knew this. You knew that your girlfriend would gladly switch places with you if it meant your happiness. That is why you allowed her to dote on you the way she did. You allowed her to guide your waist, you allowed her to sweep you off your feet and you allowed her to gently wash your body - as she was currently doing.

You sat in the bathtub as Bada held the shower head, directing its flow of warm water onto your skin. Her movements were deliberate and gentle, careful to avoid hurting you as her free hand guides your sponge, leaving a trail of lathered soap along your body. She then gently massages your scalp, her long fingers intertwined with your hair as the shampoo bubbles into foam and the fruity aroma of citrus fills the air.

You hum and your eyes flutter shut. “Thank you, baby.”

“Anything for my angel.”

You now lay on the bed with Bada’s long arms flexed around you, holding you from behind. You feel soft plump lips brush against your neck and feel Bada’s warm breath dance along your skin. She mutters softly, “You hungry ?”

You shake your head, eyes blinking shut as you slide your hand over hers and pull her ever closer to you.

“No. Just wanna lay here with you.”

Bada lays pressed up behind you and you interlock your fingers over hers.

“Then we’ll lay here for as long as you want.”

You smile and your body relaxes in her gentle embrace.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” You say softly.

Bada observes you with tenderness and kisses the back of your head.

“I’ll always take care of you.”

Tag list / @princhii , @lil-elliesgf , @wiselight , @nimxie , @badasgff [Open]

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lanocheunvinde · 1 year ago

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☆ : Open When

Summary / In which Bada writes you letters to read whenever you miss her presence

Cw / Angst, Fluff, Smut, Dom!Bada, Fem!Reader, Phone sex, ummm probably missed some, MDNI

Wc / 5.3K words

Open when you’re sad

“Hi princess,

I’m sorry that you’re feeling this way right now and that I'm not there to hold you and tell you that everything will be okay. But I can and will tell you that with the words in this letter. You know that I love you and I will keep saying it till the words dry up my throat.

I wish nothing but happiness for you but I’m also aware that bad days are inevitable and that sadness is a human emotion, which like happiness, you should be allowed to feel in all its entirety. I know it's hard right now, but allow yourself to feel sad. You’re allowed to cry, you're allowed to scream and maybe even throw something (like a pillow or teddy - don't hurt yourself). You’re feeling down and that's ok, you’re human.

I know I always say that you're perfect (to me you are, you’re literally heaven sent you’re my angel) but to the rest of the cruel world perfection isn’t possible and so you shouldn’t be too hard on yourself. I like to remind myself that sadness is an emotion. Its power is not absolute. It will come and it will go making room for other emotions such as relief, happiness, hope . . .

There will always be hope.

You are strong and you can take back control of your emotions. But allow yourself to feel them first, it doesn’t make you weak. It takes a lot of courage to face the raw and uncomfy feelings we have and I know you can do it. Go at your own pace and remember that your feelings are valid and that you are loved.

Especially by me, your loving and maybe a little bit obsessed girlfriend.

Lots of love,

Bada.”

A tear dropped onto the paper. You blinked and quickly wiped your eyes, not realising that your girlfriend's heartfelt expressions had triggered an earthquake of emotions within you. Bada knew that you had a tendency to repress your emotions. She knew that when you were sad you skillfully put on a facade, a mask, and played the ideal role of the happy easy going girlfriend. You didn't want to burden anyone with how you felt. You were used to dealing with it alone and so you always did.

But Bada showed you that it was ok to not always be ok. That you didn’t have to bear it all alone. You weren’t perfect, some days you fell back into old habits and distanced yourself from her as the exhaustion from faking happiness would overwhelm you. But she was always patient and waited for you.

She showed you that you could still be loved even on your bad days.

Sobs thundered in your chest. You gripped the letter as if the words themselves would slip between the cracks of your fingers and drift away into the night. Your face grew hot with tears and you allowed yourself to be. To simply be.

Bada wasn’t here with you right now but you knew her love was.

Open when you miss me

Gentle rays of sun shine through your curtains. It illuminates your skin as it kisses it with its warmth. You sit up and raise a tired hand, attempting to shield your eyes as a loud and unflattering yawn rolls from the back of your mouth. Your hazy eyes drift towards the empty space beside you. If you stare long enough you can still see the outline of her presence, hear the whispers of her slow words thick with sleep as she would pull you closer by the waist and join her lips to yours - the sweetest of good mornings.

But now those mornings were not a reality but a memory.

Mornings like this weren’t foreign to you. It had been a couple months now and you had grown used to waking up alone. You missed Bada and this was the first time you were both spending months apart from each other. You were caught between sadness and pride. Of course you were sad but at the same time you couldn’t help but admire the achievements of your girlfriend. Bada’s popularity had skyrocketed beyond the heavens themselves and many artists and idols were reaching out to her for collaborations and such alike. You had never seen Bada glow the way she did. Joy seemed to radiate from her and your chest could barely contain the swell of your heart as it pumped in pride for her.

That is why you smiled and swallowed the lump in your throat as Bada said she was leaving behind her favourite sweatshirt, “because I know it’s your favourite too”. It is why you insisted on driving Bada to the airport and it is why the both of you held each other a little tighter that day and allowed your lips to linger a second more. Bada knew you were trying to be brave for her but that wasn’t what she wanted.

“I’ll see you real soon. Four months will fly by.” Bada said as she gently rubbed your cheek with her thumb.

“I know it will. Have the best time won’t you ? I mean, you’re touring with an idol. That's amazing.” Your voice betrayed you as a slight quiver slipped through.

Bada’s gaze saddened. “I’ll try. You know I'll miss you right ?”

A sob threatened to rise from your throat and you tried to swallow it once more.

“I’ll miss - I’ll miss you more . . .” You choked out.

Bada wrapped her arms around you and brought you to her chest, your arms locked around her sides and you swore you would need to be pried away from her. Her head rested comfortably on top of yours and she squeezed you gently.

“I’ve left you something.”

You pull back and look up at her, confusion knitted your brows. “What do you mean you’ve left me something ?”

“It’s under the bed in a shoebox. And no, it's not shoes.” She smiled down at you.

When you got back to your shared apartment you searched under the bed and immediately found the shoebox. You scoff lightly with a small smile, not believing that you didn’t notice it earlier.

You remove the top and your breath catches in your throat.

A library of letters sat in two neat rows, filling the four walls of the box. You gently run your fingers over the edge of them, sneaking glimpses of the words written on the envelopes.

‘Open when you’re sad.’

‘Open when you need reassurance.’

‘Open when you want to punch your annoying coworker.’

You choke out a laugh mixed sob and tears threaten to spill. You wondered how you got so lucky to have someone like Bada in your life.

The morning sun had shifted slightly, its rays now painted your room walls a warm golden. Bada’s words stared back at you on the envelope as you traced the curves of her letters with your finger, following the path of ink as it journeyed into words.

‘Open when you miss me.’

And so you did.

“Hello my princess,

I miss you too. Very much. I know you’ll see me on social media smiling and dancing but just know that I'm always thinking of you. I wish I could be there with you right now, to hold you and kiss you. I’m writing this before I leave but I just know that I’ll miss your kisses. Of course I will. Kissing you feels like home and I’ll miss my home. Even now as I’m writing this I’m wishing that I was kissing you. But they say absence makes the heart grow fonder. My heart will probably explode from the overflow of fondness. However, I want to apologise in advance for how busy I might get. But I promise I will do my best to talk to you. I have no idea what to expect but I imagine there will be days where our communication is sparse. But always remember that I still love you and miss you.

Please take care of your health, make sure to eat your meals and go to sleep on time. I need you to be happy and healthy when I get back.

I love you and I am counting down the days till I see my baby again.

Lots of Love,

Bada.”

Open when you’re happy

The chime of the doorbell danced through the air and you perked up.

Your lips stretched into a smile as you bounced toward the front door, almost running. You were expecting this as it had become a weekly routine and truthfully, you were near enough befriending the delivery man who you were now seeing more frequently than some of your friends.

You swiftly swing open the door and your eager eyes meet the familiar smile of the old man but you couldn’t stop your gaze from jumping to the brightly coloured item that sat in his arms.

“Good afternoon to you.” He greeted warmly.

You smiled and returned his warmth, “Good afternoon to you too.”

He chuckled and outstretched the item toward you and you took it from his hold.

“Today's flowers are pink asters.” The man said with enthusiasm.

“They represent love and sensitivity. They're also the emblem of Venus - the goddess of love. Your girlfriend is putting all of us to shame.” The man chuckles and you watch as his crows feet deepen. You remember the way he praised Bada, saying that he has never seen such heartfelt dedication from a person.

Bada had scheduled flower deliveries each Monday because she knew that you loved flowers and also because she knew that you loathed Mondays - the man was slightly speechless. He called it young love and made a comment about how some people go through their entire lives unable to find love and that if you find it with someone - anyone - then that's a blessing you should cherish.

And you truly did. You now sit in front of the vase of flowers and you admire its beauty. If the stars themselves fell to the earth and sprouted seed this is what the result would be - vibrant hues and an explosion of petals. They were truly beautiful and your heart pulsed with love for Bada. She was your happiness.

Your gaze shifted back to the opened letter on the side and you read it once more.

“Hi baby :) Happiness looks beautiful on you.

You’re always beautiful but I love the way you gleam and radiate when you’re happy. I especially love your smile. I feel like everytime you smile a fairy is born. I hope to one day meet one of your many fairies.

But I digress, I’m happy that you’re happy. I wish I could see you and be happy right there with you. But feel free to send me pictures of your smile (many of them) and tell me in detail about what made you happy ! You know I'd love to hear all about it. I hope you continue smiling and I know that there are more happy days ahead for you. There definitely will be - you are an attractor of everything pure and joyful (and of me).

I love you lots my angel,

Bada.”

Open when you’re in the mood

You remember when you first saw those words on the envelope. You remember scoffing at your girlfriend, not taking it seriously. She was oceans apart from you, there’s not really much that she could do when you were feeling needy and missing her touches.

You thought wrong.

You also remember the way your brows twitched in curiosity and how you felt a subtle rise of intrigue within you at the two words written on the paper.

“Ring me.”

Though you never thought that you would find yourself in this position. The position being your legs spread apart, your two fingers stretching out your dripping cunt and Bada - on speaker phone listening to the entire thing.

“Keep touching yourself for me, princess.” Bada breathed through the phone. She had been instructing you on what to do, how fast and how slow, ordering you to not hold back your moans because she ‘wants to hear your pretty sounds’.

“Add a third finger.”

You’re not sure if its because of her words or because of how fucked out you were but you nearly come right then. You let out a shaky breath and slide your free hand down in between your legs, you spread yourself a little more, giving your third finger room to enter. The dull sting mixes with the sensitivity and pleasure and you hesitate.

“It only feels good when you do it.” You whine as you slowly push further, your tight hole sucking your fingers in.

“Imagine that those are my fingers. You like it when I finger fuck you, don’t you ? The way you cry out my name and grip onto me as I pound your hole.”

You grew wetter at Bada’s words.

Your fingers slide in and you begin thrusting in and out. A thin layer of sweat glistened your skin as you lay half naked on the bed with your eyes fluttering up at the ceiling. You did as Bada said. You shut your eyes and imagined that your girlfriend was there - above you with her slender fingers stroking your pussy walls. You imagined her kissing the side of your neck as she usually did, and then slowly making her way down to your chest. You imagined her taking your hardened nipple into her warm mouth, her tongue sliding against it as she licked and tasted your tits. Her free hand would then join, playing with your other mound of flesh as her mouth busied itself with the other. She would start off by teasing your nipple by ghosting over it with her thumb. She would then gently tug at it before rolling it between her fingers. You imagined her hushed words, saying something about how beautiful you were and about how good you were being for her before she would mercilessly thrust her three fingers into your cunt, her thumb teasingly brushing over your swollen clit ever so often.

The tightening of the knot in your stomach pulls you out of your fantasy and a loud moan falls from your lips. Your breaths pick up speed and a chorus of whines and whimpers flow from you as you begin to chase your climax. Your back arches and your fingers move faster, curling up as they rub against the top of your walls.

“Fuck - Fuck, Bada.” You cry out as you feel your legs begin to shake.

Bada lets out a breathless curse and you hear shuffling in the background and then a door shut.

“You coming, princess ? I wanna hear you moan my name.”

You nod your head, forgetting that she can't see you, coherent words fail to leave your mouth. Your body tenses and your walls contract around your fingers. Pleasure rushes through you and for a moment you swear you see stars. Your body trembles and your legs shake as cries and moans for your girlfriend fall from your tongue.

“You’re so hot. Fuck. I wanna see you, princess.” Bada says, voice dripping with want.

You lay breathless, fingers still nested in your aching hole as you slowly guide yourself down from your high with slow thrusts. “But you’re not - you're not in your hotel room.” You breathe out.

“I’m farther away from everyone now.” Bada said as she reassured you. “ I’m in an empty room. It's okay baby . . . Plus, this makes it hotter.”

You let out a light breathy laugh, “You’re such an exhibitionist.”

Bada chuckles, “So are you. Now let me see you, princess.”

You reach for your phone and accept the video call request. Bada emerges onto your screen and your heart flutters. You smile and bite your lip slightly. She was wearing her glasses and you had always had a thing for her in her specs. You gazed at her and the lazy smirk that sat on her pink lips.

“Hi baby.”

“Hey princess.”

Your cheeks grew warm and you looked away for a moment.

“Now don’t get shy on me. We’re just getting started.” Bada says with a slight raise of her brow.

“Prop your phone up against something. I wanna see you properly.”

You obeyed and you positioned your phone on top of the bedside table, angling it toward you as you sat with your knees together on the bed.

Bada drank in the sight of you, she licked her lips and you saw her gaze deepen.

“Fuck, you’re wearing my shirt. You fingered yourself in my clothes ?” Bada said as she leaned into the camera slightly. “You’re so dirty aren't you princess, such a slut for me.”

You nod and fiddle with your fingers in your lap. Your body burned with both desire and slight humiliation.

“Go and get my strap.”

Your breath caught and your eyes widened. “What ?” You say, unsure of if you were now experiencing auditory hallucinations.

“I want you to fuck yourself with my strap. Go get it.” Bada stated coolly.

You now found yourself in another position. That position being your legs spread apart, once again, but now with Bada’s thick strap rubbing against your pussy lips, your wetness coating its length. And Bada sat watching through the camera as she once again instructed you on how she wanted you to touch yourself.

Bada stared at you hungrily with pupils blown.

“Keep rubbing your clit with it. Just like that princess. Don’t stop until you’re dripping and desperate, just how I like you.”

Your mouth hung open as you sang soft moans. You guided Bada’s strap against your clit, now swollen, as you rubbed yourself along the length of it in desperate motions.

“Bada - Bada, fuck.” You whine. “I’m close - gonna come . . .”

Bada’s smirk stretches. “Stop.”

Your eyes snap to the screen and you blink furiously. “Pleas-”

“I said stop, princess. Be a good girl for me, hm ?”

You reluctantly come to a stop, your hips slow its pace and you remove the strap from in between your legs.

“As much as I love seeing you touch yourself in my clothes, I want to see your pretty tits. Take your shirt off.”

You do as she says and pull the shirt over your head, your chest now on full display to Bada’s eager eyes.

Bada lets out a breathless curse as her eyes roam your body. “You’re heavenly.”

Your heart flutters at your girlfriend's words.

“Now spread your legs for me and fuck yourself with my strap.”

You moved closer to the camera and positioned yourself in front of Bada’s waiting gaze. You leaned back on one arm and parted your legs, your aching cunt now on show. You guided her strap along your pussy lips coating it with your juices. You hum slightly and a whimper leaves your lips as you gently push in the tip of the strap.

Your eyes flicker back to the screen and you swear you've never seen Bada’s gaze as intense as it was.

“Just like that. Stretch yourself out good for me.”

You sink onto Bada’s strap and your cunt clenches around it. You begin slow motions of gentle thrusting and then throw your head back as you feel the tip hit a particular spot within you walls - cries falling from your lips.

“Fuck. I wish I was there, baby. Gonna fuck you into the mattress when I get back.”

And you knew that was a promise she intended to keep.

Open when we fight

It had been nearly a week since your last proper conversation with Bada. You were both busy and had been adjusting to the constant changes of time zone differences. It was becoming a little draining for the both of you but the daily little check ups and good morning and night messages cushioned the pain. It was the little things that kept you going all this time but you were beginning to crave a little more attention from your girlfriend.

Bada, on the other hand, was becoming stressed. Rehearsals were tough and the jetlag exhausted her. Simultaneously, Bada was also worried about you. She was aware that the communication between the both of you had dwindled recently and she knew you did your best to work with her schedule but she also knew that deep down you were hurting because of it. Bada was beginning to feel inadequate and she carried the blame.

That is why she regretted it as intensely as she did when those harsh words flew from her mouth that one evening.

“You’re suffocating me. You know how busy I am and honestly right now I need some space.”

Bada’s words were like ice to your ears and you felt the frost of her tone bite and sting you. You shivered, slightly taken aback by her words.

“Oh . . . Okay then. No worries, see you.”

You hang up the phone.

You stared into space for a moment. Numbness spreading over you as you swallow your sorrow.

Your phone vibrates and you force your heavy eyes to look over to it. You see Bada’s contact flash on your screen. You scoff and deny the call before putting your phone on do not disturb.

The moon peers at you through your window and you only hope that she’s gazing at you with empathy. She too was worlds apart from her lover, unable to meet. Tears brim in your eyes and you blink them away.

The sun rises and you soon follow. You turn on your phone and then turn off do not disturb only to find countless missed calls and messages from Bada pleading for your forgiveness. Your heart pangs and you decide to respond.

“I just woke up. Went to bed early last night.” You type and hit send before tossing your phone onto the bed.

You were still a little sad. You felt dejected and you felt unwanted. Perhaps you were a little pushy, but all you wanted was to speak to your girlfriend. You sigh as you stare into the mirror at your deflated reflection. A small box under your bed then catches your attention and you find yourself kneeling to pick it up.

Bada’s letters.

You had gone though nearly half of them by now but you had yet to open this particular one.

“I’m sorry.

I don’t know what we fought about but that doesn’t matter because I apologise for making you upset. I would never intentionally hurt you but sometimes I can be a dummy and I make mistakes. So I'm sorry baby. I hate seeing you upset or angry and especially if I'm the cause. I want to thank you for still staying with me all this time regardless. Everyday I'm still learning and growing and everyday I'm thankful that I get to do that by your side. We are two imperfect people but we make a perfect pair if you ask me. I know sometimes you also make mistakes but I forgive you. I will always forgive you. When we fight we showcase our room for growth as a couple and as individuals. We disagree sometimes but that is normal. There’s nothing wrong with you and nothing wrong with us. I still love you baby. I always will.

Lots of love,

Bada.”

Just as you finish reading your phone vibrates and you look to see Bada's name on the screen.

“Good morning baby. I’m sorry about last night. You’re not suffocating. I'm just really stressed right now but I promise it’s not because of you. It will never be you.” Her message read.

Your lips pouted slightly and you typed back, “I'm sorry too. I know I can be extra clingy sometimes. But please don’t feel pressured to always respond. Take out time for yourself too, it’s okay. I’ll always be here.”

On the other end Bada let out a small breath of relief and finally allowed her body to relax. She read over your words and her heart yearned for you.

Another message pings through and Bada breaks out in the first genuine smile that week.

“Btw your letter was cute. I’ll always love you too.”

Open when it’s our anniversary

The chime of the doorbell rang through the apartment and your brows twitched in puzzlement. You double checked the day - it wasn’t a Monday - so weren't expecting any deliveries. You also were not expecting any visitors. Regardless, you make your way over to open the door.

Before you stood none other than the delivery man. Who boasted the widest of grins as he held out a wonderful arrangement of flowers toward you.

You stand, mouth slightly agape as you take in the beauty of the blossoms before you. The sweet aromas danced through the air.

Today was your anniversary with Bada and you had both planned to video call later that night. You knew Bada was busy and that she was gearing up for the finale of the tour later that week, so you were grateful that she cleared out a few hours of her schedule to spend with you. But you had not expected anything like this.

“Your girlfriend really outdid herself with this one.” He chuckled as you took the bouquet into your arms, its sheer size competed with the top half of your body. You poke your head around the bouquet and you smile back. “It’s our anniversary. I had no idea she scheduled flowers for today - and flowers this big. I’m so sorry you had to carry this.” You say with a meek laugh.

“Nonsense. It's my pleasure.” The old man waves his hand, swatting away your words. “You have grown to become me and my wife's favourite customers - both you and your girlfriend. We’re honoured that she chose our small flower store and made all those orders. So please, it’s not a problem my dear. I hope to see you both around sometime and feel free to stop by, my wife would love to meet the lovely lady that she picks flowers for.”

Your heart warms and you nod your head, “Of course. I’d love to stop by. But I'll see you on Monday won’t I ?”

The man shakes his head, “This is my last delivery dear.”

You frown slightly and you feel your mood dampen. “But why ?”

“Because I’m back.”

That voice.

You step out into the hallway and your head spins to the direction it came from.

Bada Lee.

Bada walked toward you. Your eyes scanned her tall frame, her oversized shirt that draped around her body, her grey baggy sweatpants that hung from her hips and her wide and comforting smile that plastered her face.

That was your girlfriend. And she was home.

You ran towards her and she met you halfway, scooping you and the large bouquet into her arms before spinning you around. You laugh and you cry. Trails of tears fall as happiness overtakes you.

“You’re back ?!” You exclaim as you hastily wipe your face.

Bada gazes down at you with the fondest of eyes. “For now, yes. Happy anniversary baby.”

She leans down to gently press her lips to yours.

The old man chuckles in delight, “Congratulations to the both of you. I expect to see you both at my shop very soon.”

You and Bada grin and you wish him well after agreeing to pay him and his wife a visit.

Your head remains in a daze and you squint your eyes at Bada, unsure of if you were now experiencing visual hallucinations.

Bada laughs as she puts down her suitcase, “What ?”

You fold your arms, “You’re really here ?”

“I am.”

“You said next week.”

“I might have told a little white lie . . .”

You whine and gently smack her arm causing her to laugh even more.

“And all those flowers you’ve been sending . . . and the letters ?” You pout slightly. “I don’t deserve you.”

Bada steps closer and takes your chin between her thumb and index. “You deserve everything and more. There was no way I wasn’t going to see you on our two year anniversary. I planned to be here from the very start.”

You look up at her and you hold her gaze. “You did ?”

Bada hums. “I did. However, I'll be catching a flight back tomorrow but by the end of the week I'll be home for good.”

You nod your head in understanding and Bada smiles down at you before leaning in to bridge the gap between your lips. Your arms rest around her shoulders and hers on your waist, her grip firm as she gently caresses your skin with her thumb. You part your lips and tilt your head, Bada hums against your mouth before slipping her tongue through your lips - deepening the kiss.

Moments pass and you are forced to come up for air. Bada then rests her forehead against yours.

“You read today's letter yet ?” She mutters softly.

You gently shake your head, “Not yet. I was about to but then the doorbell rang.”

Bada smiled and took your hand into hers.

“Perfect.”

Bada now sat beside you on the bed with the letter in hand.

She began to read.

“To my princess, my baby, my best friend and to the love of my life,

Happy Second Anniversary <3

Happy 730 days of us and of our love. These 730 days are just the beginning because I know that we have a lifetime ahead of us. Thank you for staying with me, for being with me despite my forthcomings. Thank you for being my best friend, my confidant and thank you for loving me back.

You truly are an angel walking this earth and I sometimes wonder if heaven misses you. I’m prepared to put up a fight because now that I have you - not even Zeus himself could pry me away from you. Nothing on earth nor in the heavens above could taint the love that I have for you. Know that my heart belongs to you and that I am ready to cross whatever seas that may lie between us.

I’ll see you soon my love.

Bada.”

You were at a loss for words and watched as Bada neatly folded the letter and placed it back into its envelope. She then looked at you and gently took your hand intertwining your fingers.

“I love you so much.” You whisper, afraid that your voice would fail you.

“I love you more my princess.” Bada pulled you closer and then set you on her lap.

You gaze down at her and she peers up at you, her fingers ghost over your thigh, tracing lazy shapes over the fabric covering your skin. Sparks of electricity shoot through you and you lick your lips slightly. Bada’s gaze intensifies. Her hands now slowly creep up your shirt, your warm skin under her fingertips.

“I’ve missed you.” You breathe out, gravity pulling you in.

“I’ve missed you too.” Bada’s hands lingered as they explored the familiar territory that was your curves.

You shudder and your breath picks up.

“Wanna show me how much ?” You say softly.

Bada’s lips stretched into a slight smirk but her eyes overflowed with love.

“Of course baby. I’m gonna take my time with you . . . Missed you so much.”

Bada kept her promise and she took her time with you, exploring the work of art that she swore had no price.

Your body, your soul - you.

Author’s note / Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed <3 Feel free to send me requests of letters that you’d like to see Bada write . . . Totally down to do more of those :3

Tag list / @princhii , @lil-elliesgf , @wiselight , @nimxie , [Open]

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A Fiery Reunion

Synopsis: Bada's arrival ignites a fire within you, leading to an intense time filled with passion and exploration of our deepest desires.

Requested by anonymous

a/n: This story contains explicit sexual content . The characters and especially Bada and events in this story are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real-life individuals or situations is purely coincidental. This story is a work of fiction and should not be interpreted as a reflection of real-life relationships or situations.

Word count:2.2K

The first time you laid eyes on Bada, it was at a crowded art gallery opening. Her presence was magnetic, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. Her confidence exuded from every pore, and her striking features commanded attention.

You found yourself unable to tear your gaze away from her as she moved through the crowd, effortlessly captivating those around her with her infectious smile. It was as if time stood still, and the world faded into the background, leaving only her in sharp focus.

Summoning all the courage you could muster, you made our way towards her, hoping to strike up a conversation. As you approached, your nerves threatened to consume you, but you pushed through, determined to make a connection.

"Hi," you greeted, your voice betraying a hint of nervousness. "I couldn't help but notice your presence in the room. The way you carry yourself is simply captivating."

Bada's eyes locked onto yours, a mischievous glint dancing within them. She smirked, her gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that made your heart race. "Well, aren't you charming? I do have a way of leaving an impression, don't I?"

Her playful response set the tone for our conversation, easing the tension that had gripped you moments before. You both exchanged pleasantries and delved into discussions about art, philosophy, and life itself. It was as if you were two souls hungry for intellectual stimulation, craving the connection that only like-minded individuals could provide.

As the night wore on, your conversation flowed effortlessly, each word deepening the bond you were forming. You both laughed, challenged each other's beliefs, and found solace in the comfort of shared understanding.

Days turned into weeks, and your conversations extended beyond the art gallery. The two of you exchanged numbers, and your messages became a lifeline, connecting your thoughts and desires across the digital realm. You discovered a profound connection that transcended the surface level, delving into the depths of your souls.

Late-night conversations turned into early morning confessions, as you bared your vulnerabilities and shared your deepest dreams. You both found solace in one another's words, a refuge from the chaos of the world outside.

It was during one of these late-night conversations that Bada finally broke the barrier of friendship, her words laced with a newfound boldness. "You know, Y/N, I can't help but feel this undeniable chemistry between us," she confessed. "I want to explore what lies beyond friendship with you. Are you open to the possibility?"

Your heart skipped a beat, your mind racing with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. The connection you had formed was undeniably powerful, and the thought of taking it to the next level both thrilled and frightened you.

But in that moment, you trusted your instincts, your heart yearning to delve deeper into the unknown. "Yes," you replied, my voice filled with conviction. "I want to explore this connection with you, to see where it leads."

And so, you took the leap, venturing into the realm of romance with equal parts excitement and trepidation. Your dates were filled with adventure and exploration, each experience deepening your bond. You both discovered shared passions, indulging in the pleasures of life together.

Your connection extended beyond the physical realm, as you nurtured each other's dreams and supported one another's growth. Bada became your confidante, your partner in crime, and the one who pushed you to embrace your desires and embrace the fullness of life.

With every passing day, your love blossomed, defying societal norms and expectations. You revelled in the uniqueness of your connection, cherishing the unconventional path we had chosen.

As you embarked on this journey of love and self-discovery, you knew deep in your heart that your story would forever be etched in the annals of passion and desire. Together, you embraced the uncharted territories of your hearts, discovering a love that was both extraordinary and unparalleled.

In the end, your love was not a cliché tale of love at first sight, but a story of two souls finding solace and passion in one another's arms. And as you continued to write your own narrative, the two of you reveled in the beauty of your unconventional love story, embracing the magic that unfolded between the two of you.

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You had been eagerly anticipating Bada's arrival all day, your heart fluttering with excitement. It had been too long since you last saw her, and you missed her presence, her touch, her intoxicating energy.

As the doorbell rang, you rushed to open it, a smile spreading across your face as you laid eyes on Bada. She stood before you, radiating confidence and allure, her eyes locked on yours.

"Y/N," she said, her voice filled with warmth and longing. "I've missed you."

You reached out to pull her into a tight embrace, savoring the familiar scent of her as your bodies pressed against each other. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this moment of reunion.

"I missed you too, Bada," you whispered, your voice filled with genuine affection. "It feels like forever since we were last together."

Bada leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear as she spoke. "I couldn't stand being away from you any longer," she murmured, her words sending shivers down your spine. "I needed to see you, to feel your touch."

The desire in her voice ignited a fire within you, your longing for her intensifying with every passing second. You knew that this reunion would be more than just a simple embrace. It would be a passionate exploration of your desires, a celebration of the connection you both shared.

Without a word, Bada took your hand and led you to the bedroom, where the air crackled with anticipation. The room was adorned with soft candlelight, casting a warm and intimate glow across the space.

As you watched Bada undress, her movements slow and deliberate, your heart raced with desire. The sight of her naked body, her curves and contours, made your pulse quicken. You couldn't help but admire her, the way her confidence radiated from her every pore.

She turned to face you, her eyes locked with yours, and a seductive smile played on her lips. "Undress for me, Y/N," she commanded, her voice filled with a mix of dominance and desire.

With trembling hands, you shed your clothes, feeling a mixture of vulnerability and excitement. Bada's gaze never wavered, her eyes devouring every inch of your exposed skin. You could feel the heat between the two of you intensify as your naked bodies stood before each other, the air heavy with anticipation.

Without hesitation, Bada closed the distance between us, her hands exploring every curve and crevice of your body. Her touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. You surrendered to her completely, allowing her to guide you into a world of exquisite pleasure.

As your bodies intertwined, both your moans and gasps filled the room, harmonizing with the rhythm of your passion. Time seemed to lose all meaning as you lost yourselves in each other, your desires merging and intertwining.

Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word fueled the fire within you, propelling you towards the edge of ecstasy. Your bodies moved in perfect synchrony, a dance of passion and desire.

You lay tangled in Bada's embrace, your body still humming with the remnants of pleasure. Her words fueled a mix of desire and uncertainty within you, your mind grappling with the idea of pushing yourself further, of surrendering to the depths of pleasure she so effortlessly commanded.

Your voice quivered as you responded, your breath catching in my throat. "I...I don't know if I can," you confessed, your voice laced with a mixture of longing and apprehension. The sensations coursing through your body made it difficult to focus, to think clearly.

Bada's eyes held a hunger that matched your own, her lips curving into a wicked smile as she brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "Oh, Y/N," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "I believe in you. I know you can push yourself further, explore new heights of pleasure."

Her words stirred a dormant fire within you, reigniting the embers of your desire. With her hand teasing your nipples, your body responded involuntarily, your breath hitching at the sensation. The thought of being pushed to your limits excited you, even as fear mingled with desire.

"Do you want me to...?" You trailed off, my voice filled with both anticipation and trepidation. The idea of Bada fulfilling her every desire, even if it meant pushing your boundaries, enticed you in ways you never thought possible. But the idea of your roommate coming home soon, added a layer of caution to your thoughts.

Bada's response was immediate, her voice filled with an intoxicating mix of need and anticipation. "I want everything from you," she assured you, her words spoken with a sense of urgency. "But we need to be mindful of your roommate. We wouldn't want any unexpected interruptions, would we?"

The reality of your situation sank in, and you nodded, your mind reeling with a mix of disappointment and excitement. You understood the need for caution, the desire to keep your encounters hidden from prying eyes. But your body, still buzzing with need, ached for release, for the next level of pleasure that only Bada could provide.

As Bada's fingers lingered on your nipples, teasing and coaxing, you couldn't help but wonder what lay beyond the boundaries of your comfort zone. The thought of Bada's touch, sent a surge of excitement through me. It was a forbidden desire, one that you had only dared to explore in the darkest corners of my fantasies.

Her lips, soft and demanding, claimed yours in a fervent kiss, igniting a fire that consumed you both. Both your tongues danced in a passionate embrace, exploring the depths of each other's mouths, as your bodies pressed closer, seeking the ultimate connection.

Bada's hand trailed down your torso, her fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. A shiver of anticipation coursed through you as her touch brushed against your inner thighs, teasingly close to the source of your pleasure.

With a deft movement, she spread your legs apart, exposing the wetness that had pooled between your thighs. The cool air caressed your heated flesh, intensifying the ache of need that pulsed within you.

Her fingers traced a path along your slick folds, teasingly circling your clit before dipping lower. A gasp escaped your lips as she plunged two fingers deep inside you, filling you with a delicious stretch. You arched your back, your body craving more, even though you were quite sensitive as she set a rhythm that matched the pounding of your heart.

"Good girl," Bada purred, her voice a sultry melody. "You're so wet and ready for me. Just relax and let go."

Her words, laced with dominance and desire, sent a surge of electricity through you. You surrendered to her touch, your body becoming a vessel for her pleasure. Each thrust of her fingers brought you closer to the edge, pushing you towards the precipice of ecstasy.

Your hips bucked in time with her movements, your moans of pleasure filling the room. Bada's free hand reached up to cup your breast, her thumb expertly flicking your hardened nipple, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to your core.

Sensation overwhelmed you as you teetered on the edge of release, your body tensing with anticipation. Bada's fingers quickened their pace, driving you closer to the brink, until the dam finally broke.

An explosion of pleasure ripped through you, waves of ecstasy crashing over your body. Your back arched off the bed, your fingers clawing at the sheets as you cried out in ecstasy. Bada held you through the intensity of your orgasm, riding the waves of pleasure with you.

As the aftershocks subsided, you lay breathless and sated, your body tingling with the remnants of pleasure. Bada's fingers slowly withdrew from your depths, leaving you feeling both empty and fulfilled.

She kissed you tenderly, her lips conveying a mixture of tenderness and satisfaction. "You were amazing," she whispered against your lips. "I love the way you respond to me, the way you surrender to pleasure."

As the aftershocks subsided, you lay spent and satisfied in Bada's arms, your bodies still entwined. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the palpable energy that lingered between us.

Bada's voice, a gentle whisper, broke the silence. "You were incredible," she murmured, her fingers tenderly caressing your cheek. "So beautiful and responsive. I can't wait to explore more with you, to take you to places you've never been before."

"Thank you for coming to see me, Bada," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude and affection.

Bada smiled, her eyes sparkling with adoration. "I would go to the ends of the earth for you, Y/N," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity. "You mean everything to me."

In that moment, you knew that your connection was something truly special. It was a love that transcended physical pleasure, a love that encompassed trust, understanding, and an unwavering desire to explore the depths of your desires together. And as you drifted off to sleep, your bodies entwined, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for the adventures that awaited you in the days to come.

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