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「 Sweet Treat 」

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh… can I help you?”

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

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

“Who’s your sister?”

“Nakyoung.”

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

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

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

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

Bada froze.

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

Was that—was that Kim Y/n?

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hold on. BIBI is your sister too?!”

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

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

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

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

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

You raise a brow. “Game?”

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

Now that makes you pause.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tatter grins. “So you admit it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Goal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lusher nudged her. “You good?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were already on your feet, clapping like crazy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s my favorite.”

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

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

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

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

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

Your heart definitely stuttered at that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[badasgirl]

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ moving picture! 📷 bada lee smau

synopsis: cho aria loves photography more than anything, she’s always looking for new inspiration within her life. lee bada loves dancing more than life itself, she doesn’t believe that she could live without it. inevitability, the two end up crossing paths. what happens if neither can remember the other? maybe not all paths are meant to be crossed.

genre/tags ✮: smau with some written chapters, fluff, angst, cursing, suggestive themes, sexual jokes, implied sex/hooking up, alcohol and drinking mentions, vaping and smoking mentions, maybe future smut idk we’ll see

pairing ✮: aria cho (oc) x bada lee

others ✮: team bebe, zb1, giselle of aespa, keeho of p1harmony, yunjin of le sserafim & more!

status ✮: ongoing

notes/disclaimer ✮: sorry this took so long, i haven’t been feeling the best 😭…some things may be a little unrealistic, but it’s an au for a reason <3 please ignore the timestamps unless specified 🙏 some characters were aged down from their actual age to fit into the same age category as others! these are all characters and they do NOT represent the idol/dancer in real life. please feel free to talk to me about the au in my inbox, reblogs, and replies! thank you for reading :)) also, would you guys like a taglist? and special thanks to my best friend for making the cover photo <3 ily

profiles ✮: bad girls club core four others

1. lock in.

2. party favors

3. wtf happened last night?

4. obsession

5. oh that’s not…

6. stand up!

taglist (OPEN) ✮: @urlovebot @1luvkarina @justahopelessromanticagain @neuftaeng @lillovax @ssivinee (* means you cant be tagged)

[badasgirlfriend]

can you write about how bada lee x reader’s relationship would look like pls?

Dating Bada Lee | Drabble

"I'm home!" Bada said as she shut the door behind her. She tossed her bag onto the sofa and placed the food she bought on the counter. "Baby, where are you?" she asked out loud.

"Y/N- YAH!" Bada exclaimed as Y/N suddenly threw herself onto Bada's back. She wrapped her legs around Bada's torso and began showering her face with kisses.

"Enough already," Bada protested, but she couldn't help but smile. Her girlfriend always knew how to cheer her up, even during a bad day.

"I missed you, so shut up and let me do this," Y/N mumbled, her words coming out in a rush of affection. Y/N kissed her on the lips, pressing herself tightly against her. She held the kiss for a moment, breathing in the warmth and scent of her lover.

"You big baby," Bada said through the kiss.

Before Y/N could reply, a heavenly smell hit her nose and she turned towards the kitchen. "You bought food," she said, heading for the counter with eagerness.

Bada groaned, not ready for the moment to end. "I wasn't done," she said, wanting Y/N's warmth back.

"I know," Y/N said, a playful look in her eyes. "You can wait a moment longer, food is calling me"

Bada could not help but snicker as she observed her girl's excitement. She had no idea what she had done in a previous life to be this lucky having such a wonderful girlfriend. She and Y/N were so different, yet there was such a striking attraction between them. Like the phrase went, opposites attract, and Bada's fans frequently refered the lovers as "black cat and golden retriever girlfriends"

"Leave some for me," Bada whispered in a teasing voice, and quickly placed her arms around Y/N's waist from behind. She gave her lover a light kiss on her shoulder, causing her to laugh feeling ticklish.

Y/N cut a piece of fried chicken and brought it up to Bada's mouth, hoping to share in the delicious treat. Bada happily opened her mouth, and let Y/N feed her

"I love you," Bada said, pecking her lips.

"I love you more,"

[badaleesbish]

.......Threesome? | Bada Lee x Reader x Tatter

°SUMMARY:

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘��� 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

°C/W:

𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆, 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑!𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚞𝚋!𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙

"You ready for this?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

Bada and Tatter were about to perform a piece that they made for a dance workshop. Tatter could help but feel a little nervous and a bit worried. 'What if she messes up?' or 'What if she trips or falls?' or 'What if she ruins the choreography for Bada?'

All these negative thoughts flowed through Tatter's head as she faced the mirror, marking the dance over and over again before class started. You could help but feel bad for Tatter. She's your best friend, and you hate seeing her like this. You sighed and walked over towards Tatter, she saw your reflection in the mirror, and she smiled 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚢.

"How you feel, babe?"

"I'm a little nervous. Can you tell?"

"Yeah, Tat, I can. You've gone over the choreo like a thousand times since we got here."

"I know, I just don't want to mess up, you know. I don't want to disappoint Bada."

"Tat, you're not going to mess up, and you're damn sure not going to disappoint Bada. And so what if you do have a little hiccup, I'm almost positive that Bada will not care. Bada is the sweetest soul. We both know that."

"Thank you for being the greatest friend anyone could ever ask for."

"Tat, Y/N, class is starting. Let's go."

Tatter pulled you into quick but loving and even placed a small peck on your cheek before skipping over to Bada, who was taking attendance for this workshop.

Screams filled the dance studio as the two women began dance. You couldn't lie and say you weren't excited as well. You sat in this very dance studio and watched as Bada and Tatter came up with this choreo, and you threw a couple of suggestions out for them as well, so this piece is quite special for all of you.

"LET'S GO, BADA LEE! LET'S GO, TATTER!"

The music began to play, it's almost like a switch flipped in both women's heads. The music took over their bodies as they moved to the lyrics, rhythm, and beat of the song. You were completely speechless watching this piece, like yeah, you saw it already, but this time, it hit totally different. You could feel the tension between the two women as they dance.

It's kinda hot, watching the love of your life dance with your best friend to this quite sensual song. As the choreo came to the end, Bada turned Tatter around, placing her hand around Tatter's neck, tilting her head upwards and slowly gliding her hand down her chest.

You were in shock at what you just witnessed. Your girlfriend just choked your best friend, and why did it kind of turn you on? Tatter, on the other hand, was a bit flustered because that was not part of the choreo, but why did it kind of turn her a bit?

As the dance workshop went on, you felt yourself getting more and more aroused at the thought of your girlfriend choking your best friend out as she ate her out as you watched them teach the choreography to the class of their students.

Tatter tried to avoid any eye contact with Bada because that would just make matters worse now that she is basically dripping through her panties right now.

Bada noticed that Tatter was acting a little weird, every time she would look at Tatter, she would look away very quickly. Bada grabbed Tatter's hand, causing her to whimper at the sudden touch of her hand. Tatter quickly pulled her hand out of Bada's grip, looking down at the studio floor embarrassed at the sound that just let her mouth.

"Tat, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little tired from dancing all day. Let's finish up the class, yeah?"

"Okay, let's finish up."

The dance workshop came to an end, and Bada decided to stay back for a while to talk with a couple of her students and have a mini meet and greet with some fans.

"Hey baby, don't wait up for me. I'll be here for a while, but I'll be home as soon as I can."

"Oh, don't worry, love. Tatter and I are having a girls' night tonight, so I'll be fine."

"Okay, well, have fun. Be home soon. I love you, baby. Give me kisses."

"I love you too, my love. You ready, Tat?"

You gave Bada a small peck before grabbing Tatter by the hand, leading her out of the studio. The car ride was silent but comfortable, but you couldn't help but notice that Tatter was rubbing her thighs together and occasionally looking at you, biting her lip.

You looked over towards her, gently placing your hand onto her thigh, giving it a light squeeze. Tatter placed her hand over yours, guiding it closer to her warm pussy, she let out a soft moan as she slowly grinds against the touch of your hand. You remove your hand, gripping the wheel tightly and push on the gas towards your shared apartment with Bada.

The two women laid tangled in the sheets of you and your lover's bed as moans filled the four walls surrounding you. The moans were so loud that you didn't even hear the door of your apartment open. Bada walked into your apartment, kicking off her shoes and throwing her backpack onto the couch. Bada immediately stopped dead in her tracks.

"Is that moaning? What the fuck is going on up there?"

Bada began to climb the stairs that led to the room you two shared. The sounds of moans continued to get louder as Bada stepped closer to the door. Bada twisted the door knob, slightly opening the door to see her girlfriend chindeep in her best friend's pussy and Tatter's thighs locking your head between them as she arched her back. Bada couldn't believe what she was seeing. She pushed open the door, causing the women to jump up from their position.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?"

"Baby-

"NO, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?"

"Bada-

"Oh, you dirty girl, this is what you do when I’m not around? So I don’t satisfy you enough you had to go for our Tatter?"

"Oh, baby, you do satisfy me so well, but I was, we were thinking that maybe we could have a threesome?"

"Yeah, Bada, I've told you that I have always wanted to experience a threesome with women."

"Tatter, I didn't think you wanted to have one with me and my girlfriend."

"Well, why not? I trust both of you, and I know both of you.?

"Come on, love. Look how pretty she is. Her moans are like music to your ears when you fuck her just right. Don't you want to hear them?"

You placed your hand between Tatter's thighs as Bada watched, Tatter kept eye contact with Bada as you rubbed her clit at a slow pace. You placed kisses along her neck, causing her to let out a breathy whimper. You kissed down to her breast, taking her pink nipple into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, causing her to moan out and grip your hair.

"C'mere baby, I think she wants you. But let's get these clothes off first."

You gripped her shirt, pulling it over her head, throwing it somewhere in the room. You kissed and sucked along her neck, lifting her sport bra over her head, placing kisses on her breast, taking her nipple into your mouth causing her to let out a soft moan.

You dropped to your knees, pulling at her belt as you kept eye contact with her. You yanked her pants down to her ankles, placing kisses along her inner thighs as Bada stepped out of her pants. You stayed on your knees as Bada towered over you, she grabbed you by the hair pulling you up towards her face again. You whimper at the feeling of Bada yanking at your hair, you love when Bada pulls you by your hair, it made you feel like such a slut. Bada took her other hand and slapped your ass, gently caressing the stinging skin. You yelped out, throwing your head back in pleasure.

"You're such a slut, fucking my best friend. Letting her touch what's mine. You enjoyed it, didn't you?"

"Baby-

"Say it. Tell me you enjoyed it, come on be my good girl and say it."

"Yes, I enjoyed her sucking on my clit, burying her fingers deep into my pussy. It felt so good, baby. I loved every moment of it."

"Such a sweetheart but a whore at the same time. What am I going to do with you, huh?"

Bada pushed you onto the bed as she grabbed Tatter by the hair, making her face her. Bada rubbed her thumb across Tatter's lips, pushing her two fingers into her mouth. Tatter sucked on Bada's fingers, keeping heavy eye contact with her. She pushed her fingers farther into her mouth, causing her to gag, Bada chuckled, pulling her fingers out of her mouth, shaking her head lightly.

"You can't even take two fingers without gagging. How will you ever taking this dick, baby girl?"

"No, please, give it to me. I take it, I promise."

"Baby, you taught her well. Look at her, begging for me. Cute."

"I know, she's such a good girl, aren't you?"

"Let's see how much of a good girl she really is, take it."

Bada shoved the strap into Tatter's mouth. Tatter bobbed her head up and down on the strap, Bada placed her hand on the back of her head, pushing the strap deeper into her mouth. Tears ran down Tatter's face as Bada face fucked her, you kissed away the tears that rolled down her cheek while rubbing up and down her back.

"You doing so good, taking that dick like a big girl."

"Now, I want you to lie back for me so I can see that pretty pussy."

Tatter laid back onto the bed as Bada placed herself between her legs, lightly kissing her lips. Bada grabbed your face, pulling you into a kiss as well, moaning into the kiss. You placed your hands on Bada's breast, pinching and pulling at her nipples. Tatter watched as the two women kissed and touched each other, bucking her hips up against the strap, causing herself to moan at the friction of the silicone against her clit.

"Someone's eager, aren't they? There's enough of me for both of you, baby."

"Bada, please!"

"Please, what? Say it, pretty girl. Tell Bada what you want."

"I want you to fuck me until I can't speak. Give it to me, please, Bada. I'll be a good girl, just fuck me."

Bada slides the dildo into Tatter. She let out a pleasure filled moan as Bada began to gently move in and out of her, Bada slides hand up to Tatter's neck, applying pressure as Tatter threw her head back in pleasure. She looked over at you, placing her hand on your thighs. You opened your legs, watching as Tatter traveled her hand towards your dripping heat and slowly rubbing your clit then gliding through your glistening folds, sliding two fingers into you. You moaned as Tatter slid her fingers in and out of you.

"Sit on my face, Y/N. I wanna taste you."

You placed your knees on each side of her head, slowly lowering yourself onto her tongue. The feeling of the wet muscle connecting with your pussy sent shivers up your spine. Your hips began to have a mind of their as you began to grind against her tongue.

"Oh, you're so good at this, pretty girl. Don't stop, I want to cum all over that pretty face."

Tatter moaned against you as Bada quickened her pace, gripping Tatter's waist, leaving marks from her nails in her skin as she watched as her girlfriend grinds against her best friend's face.

Bada grabbed your face, pulling you into a kiss. You moaned against Bada's lips as Tatter placed her hands on your ass giving it a slight squeeze and slap as she tongue fucked you. You bounced your ass against her face as her tongue went in and out of you.

You felt Tatter's body began to tremble as she came but she didn't stop eating, she hooked her arms around your legs, locking you in so she could finish her job. You placed your hands on her breast to stabilize yourself as your legs began to shake, a wave of pure ecstasy took over your body as you came. You slowly removed yourself off of Tatter's, slowly regain your breath as Tatter licked her lips and fingers, not wanting to waste a single drop of you.

You look over to Bada, gently caressing her cheek. You wanted to take care of her as she took care of you and Tatter. You yearned for the sound of her beautiful moans. You wanted to make her cum hard. You removed the strap from Bada's waist and placed it on yourself. Bada looked at you with pure confusion as you began to put the strap around yourself. You laid back on the bed and placed your hands on Bada's waist.

"Love? What are you doing?"

"Bada, I want you to ride me."

"What? Baby, I have never done that before. I'm always the one with the strap."

"Well, let's change that, yeah?"

"Yeah, Bada, a little change won't hurt. It will feel weird at first but the weird feeling will go away and replaced with pleasure, I promise."

Bada looked at the women, a little nervous at the situation at hand because Bada used to being the dominant one during sex. Bada slowly lowers her onto the strap, let out a whimpering moan. You placed your hands on Bada's thighs, giving them a light tap. Bada began to move against the strap as tears began to form in her eyes. She was trying to get used to the new feeling but couldn't.

"It's okay, baby. Take your time, find your rhythm, baby."

Bada began to grind on the against the strap, slowly finding her rhythm.

"Feels so good, baby."

"Yeah, you look so pretty on top, taking this shit like a good girl."

You thrust upwards against Bada as she bounced on the strap. Tatter kissed along Bada's neck down to her breast, taking her nipple into her mouth, sucking on it and bringing her hand down her hand down to Bada's clit, gently rubbing it in a circular motion. Bada threw head back in pleasure as the two women pleased her.

"Yeah, take that shit, baby girl, it's all yours."

Bada moaned out, running her hands through her hair as you praised her, her grinds began to get sloppy, she placed her hands on your breast to stable herself as her legs began to shake from the constant thrusting of you abusing her pussy.

"You gonna cum for me, pretty girl. Be a good girl and cum for me."

Bada came as Tatter continued to rub her clit. She looked at Tatter, gripping her wrist, pleading for her to keep going. A tingling feeling began to erupt in her stomach as Tatter's motions began to quicken. Bada let out the loudest moan she has ever had as she began squirt all over Tatter's hand, your waist and herself.

"Oh my God, I love you so much, Bada Lee!"

"I l-love you too, baby. That's felt so good! I've never done that before. "

"That shit was so hot. I love you guys! Thank you for taking care of me!"

The three women laid in the sex filled sheets, kissing each other and laughing at the fact that they just had a threesome.

"No, but seriously, when can we do this again?"

"Yeah, we can't just go back to normal and act like this didn't happen."

"Who said we had too."

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘‼️ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐨!

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[j1unglvr]

Bada Lee reaction to being woken up for kisses

Genre: fluff

Summary: Bada Lee s/o wakes her up in the middle of the night to get some kisses.

a/n: feel free to send me request of Bada Lee 🤍

Wakes up so confused and can barely keep her eyes open!

Her voice is very raspy with a pinch of deepness. (This makes you weak in the knees)

“Mh? What’s wrong? Why are you awake at this time?”

The moment you tell her you wanted kisses, the room goes completely quiet.

Without saying anything, she shuffles herself towards you wrapping an arm around your waist.

Her fingers trails down your back slowly then stops abruptly.

“You couldn’t have waited a couple more hours? So, needy for my kisses~” She says with her tired and raspy voice.

It’s almost rare for Bada to not give you affection when you ask for it.

Soft kisses are placed gently on your forehead, cheeks, then lastly your lips.

“My baby is so impatient. I don’t know what to do with you anymore…”

Teases you a little as revenge for waking her up. ;p

Continues to kiss your lips over and over until you tell her it’s enough for the night.

“Now, let’s go back to sleep. We have a long day ahead of us.”

Bada pulls your body close to hers with barely any space in between.

Always waits for you to fall asleep first before she can rest.

Admires your beautiful facial features along with tracing them softly like you were a delicate flower.

“Sweet dreams, s/o…”

[potchi-fics]

8 ball

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Bada and Y/n, for some reason, hate each others guts-- the two try and beat one another whenever they're in the same room. but what happens when the tension transforms into... something else? NOTE: there may be suggestive themes, or even full on nsfw🔞🔞.. i just wanted to give you all a heads up

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Y/n, one of the it girls on the campus. she has everything: money, money, good looks.. everything. one thing about her is she's not the innocent girl you think she looks. oh, no, she's a woman who will do anything to get her way, no matter what.

Bada, like Y/n, one of the it girls. she, too, has everything Y/n has. but she's a player-- she doesn't, or rather, won't care about your feelings. she oozes fuck girl energy.

and they both hate loathe each other.

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Y/n and her friends are playing billiards, talking to one another happily, discussing about their stressing college life when Noze changes the topic to Y/n.

"so Y/n," dragging out the first word, "any updates on your love life?"

"please," Aiki snorts, "Y/n? love life? don't even bother-- ah shit!" by the looks of it, the cue ball fell in the corner pocket.

Y/n rolls her eyes playfully, "you're talking as if i'm not here, eh? and besides, i just haven't found my match." she pouts.

"oh, trust me," Monika quips remarks, "you have. by the way, you suck at this, Aiki."

the three only shared knowing looks while Y/n looks at them in confusion. she was about to ask what she meant when they hear a set of people take their place beside them.

Y/n face distorts into annoyance, only crossing her legs and staring at the other table.

"miss me?"

Bada.

She scoffs, "as if."

Bada confidently strolls to her, ignoring the group. "oh c'mon, i know you do."

"talking nonsense, baby," the petname only making Bada smirk, "you're self-projecting onto me.. you're being so obvious, Bada." Y/n's honey like voice tease her.

their moment gets ruined as they hear Chocol's voice from the other table. Bada winks at Y/n, and she gave her a flying kiss as a reply. Y/n looks back at her friends and they all stare with their eye brows raised.

"what?"

"nothing.." Monika answered.

Y/n grumbles. "what is it? tell me? and why does Bada have to choose a table beside us? there's like, plenty other tables."

Aiki and Noze shakes their head at her, "stop grumbling, you look like a baby. let's play!"

minutes pass by and her were all enjoying their stay; making jabs at each other whenever a shot doesn't work out. what Y/n doesn't notice is Bada throwing looks at her every 5 minutes.

"dude, stop staring at her." Haechi pokes fun at her, "we know you're in love and all, but seriously, play."

"i'm not in love with her," Bada denies. "stop saying that."

her friends only hums, resulting another comment from her.

"i'm being for real right now," Bada throws up a middle finger, "it's just so fun annoying her."

Chocol mumbles out, "yeah, that's how my grandpa and grandma met."

"oh, fuck off, Chocs." Bada groans while Haechi laughs her ass off.

a moment later and a woman walks in the place, she marches to where Bada's table is.

"oh! Redlic?" Chocs seem surprised.

Redlic clings to Bada, not even batting an eye to Chocol-- making Haechi and Chocol roll their eyes secretly.

"i missed you, baby." Redlic states, hugging Bada tighter.

Bada separates herself from her, "stop calling me that. you know i hate being called those."

"but if it's Y/n, you don't complain.."

"real, real."

hushed whispers from Bada's friends made her roll her eyes.

going back to Y/n and she is fuming. she hates that that woman keeps clinging to Bada. her stare was so intense that it looks like she's burning holes at the back of their head.

"relax, no one's gonna take your baby away from you," Aiki prods, "why so angry?"

she only roll her eyes and clicks her tongue, trying to focus her attention on the pool. "i'm not."

"enemies to lovers, 'm betting twenty-five dollars on that." Aiki added.

you did try to play, but you see that woman clinging to Bada in the corner of your eye, distracting you.

Noze stares at you in amusement, "how come you're still great at this even though you're distracted?"

"'cus sixty-five percent of her life revolves around this place," Monika remarks.

"then money, grades, coffee, and lastly.." Noze side eyes the other table, "Bada."

hitting the cue ball rather harshly, "you guys are crazy." she rubs the chalk cube against the tip of her cue, "my life does not revolve around her."

"it kinda does."

she only rolled her eyes for the millionth time today. before being able to strike the eight ball, Chocol comes over.

"hey, y/n," she raises her eyebrows at Chocol, "you wanna play against Redlic? the woman beside Bada. there's a bet going on right now, and you know.."

guess now you know her name.

"absolutely," Aiki answered for her.

Chocol nods her head and goes back.

Y/n hits Aiki's shoulder, "you didn't even give me time to think?"

"c'mon, don't you wanna beat Redlic?" her friend whines, "also, i wanna join the bet, so let's go."

Aiki drags them all to where a crowd is forming. she clicks her tongue once more, seeing how Redlic arm's wrapped around Bada's.

"you're the one playing against me?" Redlic cockily questioned.

Y/n simply nods, "yep."

"prepare to lose."

all Y/n could think was, is that all she can do?

Y/n shrugs, "we're wastin' everybody's time here, considering i'm only practicing."

Aiki shouts, "that's my chicken."

"that's right, i raised you like that!" Monika throws out.

and she sees Noze laughing and filming the whole thing. she also sees Redlic's face morph into irritation.

"you go first, i insist." Y/n comments, staring at Bada deviously at the end of her sentence.

Redlic is doing surprisingly well, knocking every ball she hits down the pockets. not forgetting to take shots at Y/n who only smiled and whistled. but on her third to the last ball, she missed.

"aww," she coos, her eyes drifting to Bada as she fixes the table. "that sucks."

Y/n winks at Bada, getting a smirk in response.

now, it was her time to show off. with every hit, every ball-- she mesmerised everybody watching, even Bada. with every ball that she puts in, fuels Bada.

down with the last ball-- the eight ball. she positions herself and fortunately, it was in directly in front of Bada. she bends over, not even caring that other people were seeing them. all she cares, right now, is to make Bada lose herself.

Bada's teeth sinks into her lower lip, her eyes roaming Y/n's body. she was so busy gawking at her that she doesn't hear the crowd exclaiming as Y/n won. hell, she doesn't even notice Redlic storming out of the place.

the crowd disperse but Y/n turns around to face her. she sees Y/n sit on the pool table, beckoning her over.

"enjoyed my show?" she let Bada go between her legs.

Bada puts her hands on the girl's hips, putting her face dangerously close to Y/n. "mhm.."

the air around them suddenly becomes thick, tension building up rapidly. Y/n's fingers massages Bada's nape and her thumb swiping Bada's lower lip.

her eyes lowers down to Y/n lips, "i loved it." she whispers.

"i can tell, baby."

slowly, Y/n pulls Bada towards her, and Bada lets her. just when their lips are about to touch, Y/n pulls back. Bada tries to chase her lips but she stops her.

"not yet," she murmured.

Bada breathed, "baby, why?"

"'cus i want to torture you." she kisses Bada's neck before pushing her away gently and walking to where her friends are.

Bada stares at you stunned as you saunter back to where your friends are because that's the first time that has happened to her.

"better luck next time, boss." Chocol pats her back.

Haechi snickers, "looks like you're the one who's gonna do the chasing."

deep down, she's more than okay with that.

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OPS OPSS🤚 no nsfw yet hehe hope you all enjoy

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[curi0us-gh0st]

Birthday (Bada Lee)

pairings: Bada Lee x Fem!Reader

word count: 1,365.

genre: smut.

summary: Surprise gift for Bada's non-birthday made her sigh.

warnings: Bada!Bottom, lingerie, breast play, tagging, fingering, strap on, overstimulation, squirting, filming.

a/n: 100 followers special!! Thank you to everyone who likes my work, I love you. 💙

Bada opened the door to her shared apartment, being greeted only by the warm breeze from the heater, finding it strange that her girlfriend didn't welcome her, perhaps she left and didn't warn her? She thought until she heard the soft sound of the television, a familiar melody.

Entering the room, watching the television that glowed from the performance, her gaze finding her static body, unconsciously biting her lower lip, her hands lightly scratching the unfamiliar gift box, she smiled and cleared her throat to get the hypnotized girl's attention. Her body waking up from the trance, startled before relaxing after seeing Bada's figure at the entrance of the room, a cute smile appearing on her lips as she looked at her.

“Hello darling, welcome home!” She stood up to leave a kiss on his cheek. “Have you been there long?” She asked with her puppy eyes waiting for her answer.

"Hey." She left a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “No, I just arrived. I’m curious what you were doing…” Bada glanced at the display behind you.

“This is Ten’s Birthday performance for Vogue, I was researching you and well…” she replied, lowering her voice little by little. “I bought a gift!” She held up the small box with the red bow.

“Oh, a gift for me? But it’s not my birthday and today isn’t a special date… Or is it?” She thought back to some important date that she had perhaps forgotten.

"No love. It’s a gift, I just bought it for you.” Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Bada who raised an eyebrow hesitantly. “Go change, quickly.” She pushed towards your shared room.

It's been a few minutes since Bada was in the bathroom, a silence settled in the room, possibly the only thing that made noise was the beating of your heart, nervousness and tension making a mush in your stomach, you took a deep breath waiting for her. On the other hand, in the bathroom, Bada was a blushing mess, when she opened the small box and saw the black lingerie, she missed fainting.

His hands carefully picking up the piece, the piece that caught his attention the most, the hang glider panties. Bada's cheeks were as red as a pepper, she took a while to process the information until she came out of the bathroom with just her lingerie on, her long arms not knowing where to stay, opting to hold one arm while she was nervous.

Her eyes shining at the sight, Bada in all her glory in the black lingerie, sports bra and panties, those panties. Swallowing hard, observing every detail of his girlfriend's body as if it were the first time, she looked stunning.

“This is so much better than I imagined…” You rambled as you looked at her.

“Stop nonsense.” She flinched, you shook your head and walked towards her, your hands floating in the air not knowing what to do exactly.

“Let me give you my attention…” You whispered to her, pushing hair back, moving closer to her as you kissed her deeply.

Their lips dancing to a familiar melody, their tongues exploring my steps, their arms finding their places on each other's bodies, biting her lip to gain that angelic sound, their mouth moving down to kiss her neck, walking softly to lie on the bed, without separating.

“Let me make you feel like it's your birthday, princess…” her hands came up to grab her breasts and massage them, making Bada sigh.

Your lips worked on marking Bada's bust, without being able to spend a second away from her body, seeing her in that way awakening inside you that makes you want to never stop, as if her body were a heavy drug that you can't live with without, Bada is her biggest vice, everything about her is perfect, every detail, every trait, fuck everything.

You moved away to position yourself, her back on your chest, smelling her hair, her head on your shoulder as you made her legs open, your hands playing with her breasts, pulling and pinching them making her moan slyly, your hips lifting up for some friction, you smiled running one of your hands down her flat abdomen, playing with the edge of her panties.

“Y/N, please…” She asked, her lips in a pout, you trying not to smile at this, so cute.

"Anxious?" Bada shook her head, biting her lip as she felt his fingers dance teasingly. "Speechless? How can I know where you want me to touch you, kitten?”

Bada gathered all the strength she had left in her body, slipping one of her hands as she grabbed her wrist, lifting it where she wanted, her hand touching the stain that was forming the longer you took. "Here."

You nodded, the tip of her finger touching your bud through the thin fabric, pressing as you felt the pulse, delicately making circular movements, proud as you heard her sigh in pleasure and relax against you. Staying like that until she assured herself that she was wet enough, grabbing her panties and setting them aside, sliding her fingers through her wet folds.

"Strip." You talked about the fabric on her body, you just shook your head, she groaned in frustration.

“My gift stays, princess.” She closed her eyes feeling two of his fingers enter her wet hole.

The fingers moving in and out at such a slow speed, making her think that she had done the wrong thing to receive such treatment, but no, she stopped thinking about that when his fingers penetrated her insides deeply, the moans could no longer be contained as Bada writhed. in your arms, asking for more and grinding against you, her insides squeezing your fingers, showing how close she was to the edge, the fingers hitting your sensitive spot again making your back arch, moaning for you as she cums on your fingers.

“Thank you… You are the best.” Bada whispered as she recovered from her newly orgasm, you removed your fingers from her as you placed them in her mouth.

You let out a giggle before speaking again, “So loosen up, do whatever you want tonight, yeah?”

After other sweet, slow orgasms you were giving her, like it was the sweetest gift in the world as you touched her, she found herself riding your strap on, chasing her next desperate, quick orgasm, her hands pushing your shoulders against the pillows. , moaning loudly, his cheeks stained with tears as he dug his nails into you, his hands helping her on her journey to reach climax, the smirk as his eyes watched her slender body contrasting with the lingerie, pulling and smiling when she hit again in the shoes of Bada who mumbled, playing with her breasts that bounced along with her, you let her play for a long time, when you saw her throw her head back, it was the moment.

The quick movement, holding her hips and making her lie down on the bed, before protesting the quick change, her brain melting as you began to pound deep inside her, hitting all the sensitive spots that even Bada herself didn't know she had. Pinning her hands on top of her head, kissing her hungrily, leaving hickeys and bites down her neck, sucking her breasts before lifting her legs and continuing his work of making Bada cum nervously.

She moaned loudly, grabbing the sheets and asking you to slow down — which you didn't. Her back arching as she screamed and squirted into your pelvis heavily, tears flowing as she pushed you away from the overstimulation. Slightly lowering her legs, remaining inside her, approaching to kiss her face sweetly and praise her, saying how good a girl she was to you.

“You are perfect..” she whispered kissing her swollen lips.

“Look who says it…” She rolled her eyes as she returned the kiss.

“Remind me to send your mother flowers, I need to thank her for making you.” You continued laughing after receiving a slap from Bada.

“Jagiya, why is your camera flashing red?” Bada asked innocently as she breathed, her eyes focusing on the headboard where the object was.

“Performance…?”

[ddaengslove]

the amount of thoughts i have about this woman on a daily basis (cute and not so cute) isn’t even funny like bada please..i’m just a girl 🥺🥵🤤😍

[leledrafts]

001. Girlfriend

summary: first day on set. everyone envies pretty girls.

warnings: swearing, envy, ahyoung is criticized for being pretty and a former idol, ageism, probably more that I forgot.

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"Street Woman Fighter Season 2!" Hyeji exclaims, stretching out our intertwined hands and pointing eagerly at the glowing sign with her free one.

I let out a small, excited squeak—barely a sound—but enough to express my bubbling excitement at seeing the iconic sign. “Wait, I need to take a photo for my mom—she’s a huge fan!” I say, fumbling for my phone. Behind me, I hear a familiar sigh—probably Jiyoung unnie, rolling her eyes as usual.

“Do you think Kang Daniel will come back as MC? My sister’s obsessed with him.” I add, grinning as I snap the photo.

Before I know it, I’m reaching for Hyeji’s hand again, feeling like a kid at a candy store, completely caught up in the moment.

"Thank goodness you wanted to make a bad girl entrance." Minhee says, smirking as Yeeun and Kayoung burst into laughter.

"Bad girls have loved ones too." I murmur, giving Hyeji's a small kiss in her arm.

"I didn’t know you loved anyone other than yourself." Babysleek quips, her teasing tone cutting through the moment.

I shoot her a mock glare and smack her lightly on the arm. "Keep talking, and you'll be at the bottom of my list."

"I thought I already was." the oldest chimes grins.

"Not even close." I retort, shaking my head with mock seriousness. "Yeeun."

The moment I say her name, she lets out an exaggerated groan. "What? Why me?" she whines, throwing her hands up in protest, making me laugh.

I don’t bother answering Yeeun and keep walking, though she persists, demanding to know why. I ignore her, biting back a smile. It wasn’t true anyway—I just love teasing her.

We enter the building, passing a stall with clothes, and head straight for the stairs. Once we reach the top, our eyes fall on the winning team’s trophy sitting majestically on a table.

“It’s incredible.” Halo breathes, carefully lifting it into her hands. “We have to get this beauty home.”

“Who was the orange crew in the first season?” I ask, running my fingers over the smooth surface of the trophy.

“Prowdmon.” Haechi answers from beside me. She drapes her arm around my waist, and a shiver runs down my spine, though I do my best to play it cool.

“We’re ranking sixth.” my crewmates groaning in unison at my bluntness.

“Don’t say that, kid.” Babysleek scolds, now cradling the trophy protectively in her arms.

“Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I tease, grinning. “And careful with that thing. At your age, strength starts to deteriorate.”

I barely finish my sentence before Babysleek smacks me on the arm.

“You hit girls? That’s terrible publicity.” I say, feigning scandal.

Before I can say more, Chocol clamps a hand over my mouth. “Shut up! Someone’s going to believe you.” she shakes her head with a chuckle.

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After what feels like an eternity sitting in the crew room, they finally let us out onto the main set. Judging by how long we’ve been waiting, I’m pretty sure we’ll be one of the last crews to make an entrance.

“Unnie.” I whisper to Haechi, my voice small. “I’m nervous.” I show her my trembling hands as proof. She doesn’t say a word but smiles softly, taking my hands in hers. Somehow, that simple gesture steadies me.

We start moving, descending to the set in formation—Yeni and Chocol leading the way, their steps confident and deliberate. Behind them, Halo walks with Babysleek and Mini, their expressions sharp and focused. Hyeji and I behind them, the tall girl with a serious face but still taking my hand.

My heart pounds louder with every step we take, nerves bubbling back to the surface. Haechi must notice because she gives my hand a gentle squeeze, grounding me without saying a word. It’s a small gesture, but it’s enough to remind me that I’m not alone.

“Haechi Wang has such a powerful presence.” someone murmurs, their words cutting through the hum of the crowd. I smile to myself and give Haechi’s hand a gentle squeeze.

“Oh, Baek Ahyoung is a doll.” another voice gushes.

“I’m not a doll.” I mutter under my breath to my friends as we stop at the center of the stage, trying to keep a straight face.

“Wow, she was my favorite in Dilemma.”

“She’s so pretty!” someone else chimes in enthusiastically.

“I want to be her friend.” Rena from Tsubakill pouts dramatically, earning a round of soft laughs from her crew.

I keep my composure, my heart still pounding. All I can think is: Focus. Keep it cool.

The big screen flickers to life, and to my surprise, they actually start with positive comments.

Well, that didn’t last long.

“I really don’t want to see their dance.” Biggy’s voice suddenly cuts through the room, sharp and unapologetic.

I blink at the screen, my brows furrowing in confusion. “What?”

“Because I know it’s going to be bad.” she finishes bluntly.

A wave of shocked gasps ripples through the room. Mini and Halo both turn to stare at the woman, their faces a mix of disbelief and offense.

"Honestly, I think their moves are old." Mina Myoung, leader of Deep N Dap, remarks casually.

Silence blankets the set. The air feels heavy, charged with unspoken tension.

“She really doesn’t know the difference between old and classic.” Halo mutters under her breath, her tone sharp but composed. The rest of us nod in quiet agreement, our irritation simmering beneath the surface.

Although they haven’t gotten personal yet—it’s getting dangerously close—I can already feel anger bubbling in my veins, hot and sharp.

“I really don’t understand what Ahyoung is doing in Wolf’lo.” BEBE’s Sowon says in a calm, matter-of-fact tone. “She’s not a dancer.”

Gasps and surprised murmurs spread through the room like wildfire. Before I can even process it, Sowon hops down from her seat and starts bowing repeatedly. “Sorry, sorry!” she says in a small voice, clearly realizing she’s poked the bear.

I can’t help but let out a small laugh, shaking my head as I glance back at the screen.

“She’s just a pretty face.” the leader of LadyBounce says, her words cutting through the air like a blade. I freeze. My body goes still, my gaze locking on her.

Did she really just say that?

“Who said that?” Haechi snaps, her voice sharp and abrupt, though she doesn’t let go of my hand. Her grip tightens slightly, a silent show of support.

What is going with this girl? She is not like this.

Nervous laughter bubbles up from the rest of the room, a weak attempt to diffuse the tension.

“Relax, girl.” Yeni chuckles, stepping in and resting a calming hand on Haechi’s arm.

But Haechi doesn’t look relaxed—neither I do.

"You really think I’m pretty?" I ask with a smirk, my voice dripping with irony.

Nob doesn’t miss a beat—she just smiles knowingly at me.

"Don’t say things I already know." I add, throwing in a playful wink. The Mannequeen girls erupt into laughter, their amusement echoing through the room.

The video cuts off, and we make our way to our seats. My smile lingers, but inside, the words of our competitors replay in my mind.

This is going to be a tough competition.

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The shoot is in full swing, and finally, the girls from Jam Republic walk in. My 2015 self would have never believed she’d be in the same room as her favorite dancer from JB’s music video. Honestly, even my 2023 self is struggling to wrap her head around it.

The girls from Jam Republic make their way to their seats, their initial smiles now replaced with serious expressions. Honestly, I can’t blame them—not after the ridiculous things that have been said to them.

"I just want this to start already." I murmur, resting my head on Hyeji’s shoulder, who’s sitting to my left. "I’m sure Audrey is going to absolutely crush anyone who dares to challenge her."

"Why are you supporting her?" Yeni asks, making me lift my head to look at her. "She’s our rival."

"More than 30 dancers ranked her as the worst." I reply, still leaning against Hyeji's shoulder. "And yet, she’s the one with the most stickers—four."

"You got ranked as the second-worst dancer." Mini chimes in, and I let out a sigh. She’s not wrong.

"And you’ve been challenged just as many times." Halo adds.

"I think we all knew this was coming—or maybe even worse." I say, and the girls nod. "But this doesn’t define the kind of dancers we are. They don’t know us."

I shift my gaze away from my teammates and look at the team next to us, sitting silently.

"Audrey" I call out to the youngest member of the pink team. The entire group turns to look at me, clearly surprised. "Destroy them."

A sly smile spreads across her face, mirrored by her teammates.

"You too." she replies in a calm, almost casual tone.

What guts this kid has.

Just then, Kang Daniel walks onto the set, immediately sending the room into chaos. The singer-songwriter flashes his signature smile and begins explaining the rules of the show, which remain almost identical to the first season.

"Now, let’s meet our judges." he announces, and the anticipation in the room is palpable. "Shin Monika."

The place erupts into screams of excitement. I can’t believe I’m breathing the same air as the Goddess Monika herself.

She takes her seat with effortless grace, and behind her come the other two judges—Monsta X's Shownu and the special guest judge, Mike Song.

For a moment, the studio falls into a hushed silence, the energy thick with awe. Without thinking, I blurt out, "Unnie, be my girlfriend."

The room bursts into laughter—contestants, judges, even the staff. Regret hits me like a truck as I feel my face heat up.

Hyeji lets go of my arm, with a inexpressive face, while Yeni gives me a playful nudge.

"AhYoung!!" Chocol groans between laughs.

The laughter lingers for a few more seconds, especially when Monika winks at me. My face burns hotter than ever, and I’m pretty sure I’m about to melt into the floor. But then, I notice Hyeji shifting uncomfortably, subtly pulling her body away from mine.

What’s her problem now?

"Contestants, you can go change your clothes." the MC announces. "The No Respect Battle is about to begin."

Once we’re back in our designated space, I quickly swap into a different outfit, something sharper and more fitting for what’s coming next.

"Hyeji." I say softly, my voice unusually timid—a rare occurrence for me. "Can I have a hug? Your hugs always make me feel better."

She stares at me for a few seconds, her expression unreadable, before finally pulling me into one of her signature bear hugs—the kind that nearly knock you off your feet, courtesy of her being almost 15cm taller than me.

"You’re going to do amazing." she says with a small, reassuring smile.

I am going to do amazing.

[tikitsune]

Platonic!SWF 2 x VA!Reader

Part 2

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Word count: idk this series is part smau and I refuse to manually count all the words.

Warnings:None, at least not that I can think of.

Notes:I'm still tryna figure out all the details to my story so I might change some of it later, idk.

[urlovebot]

༊*·˚ hold me

alpha!gf!bada....

c/w: gp!bada... alpha bada... rough, possessive gf bada. fingering. knotting. lots of cum... mild marking. mentions of breeding and pregnancy....

a/n: uhm... merry christmas! @princhii @thevenussapphic

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“do you think these are cute?” you hold the items up to bada, awaiting a response.

bada is extremely distracted right now. there is a man staring at you from across the aisle and something about it is making bada’s head spin. after he stops practically eye fucking you, he meets bada’s and his face pales a bit. bada’s eyes narrow and she steps impossibly close to you, watching him until he walks to the next aisle.

“… are you good.”

bada’s head whips to yours and she realizes just how close she had actually gotten. she was nearly squishing you against the clothing rack.

“shit— sorry. sorry baby,” bada steps back, “they’re really cute. you wanna go try them on for me?”

bada watches as you nod and bounce away. she felt odd. like… like there was something coursing through her that she couldn’t quite put a finger on. she followed you into the dressing room, sitting on the stool in the corner.

you make quick work changing out of your current clothes and into the white dress that caught your girlfriends eye. when you face the mirror, you spot bada behind you, scanning your figure up and down. she takes her lip between her teeth. when her eyes reach yours, her eyes a slightly hooded and have the slighted glaze over them.

“you look great, baby. spin for me?”

you do as your told, spinning until bada’s hands catch your hips. she pulls you on top of her lap. her eyes focus on your figure once again, stopping when they see how your breasts almost spill out of your low cut top. she licks her lips— you look fucking delicious

“you look so pretty today, angel.” bada’s eyes flick back up to yours. she moves one hand from your hips up to cup your jaw. she pulls you in for a searing kiss, tongue licking against your own. you feel her hips buck up into yours and she lets out a quiet hiss.

“so fucking pretty for me.” she continues her assault on your lips and pushes you down into her lap. her head is spinning and she feels like she’s floating. bada continues moving your hips back and forth on her lap, pushing up into you, fighting for any sort of friction for her weeping cock-

“shit- shit, princess. keep grinding on me like that. please, baby.”

you pull away from bada slightly, just enough to utter a couple words,

“we can’t bada. we’re in public-”

bada lets out a loud, loud whine. her hips stutter as she fucks her hips against your clothed lower half. the grip on your hip tightens so much bada distantly thinks of how her fingertips might leave marks on you which only spurs her on further.

“f-fuck. please baby. i need it.” she whispers against your mouth, eyes welling up with tears.

your hand goes up to cup bada’s forehead-

“you’re burning up. are you okay?”

bada’s hand leaves your jaw and stops at your throat, squeezing lightly. she pulls away from you with spit slicked lips. she takes all of you in, the way you look just slightly fucked out. the way you’re gripping onto her shoulders as she guides your hips to rub up against her own.

you let out a weak whine, “bada-”

and bada’s eyes roll to the back of her fucking head. her mouth opens in a silent moan, entire body tensing as she creams her pants, hips slowly rolling into your own as she draws out her orgasm. and you feel the wet patch before it even connects in your brain exactly what just happened.

needless to say you both quickly left the shop, an embarrassed bada trailing behind you, holding you against her body as you walk out.

you guys dont discuss it any further.

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three days later you find yourself trapped under bada as she subconsciously buries her face into your neck. your hands rub up and down her back,

“bada..?”

she groans a little in defiance.

“c’mon you big baby, wake up. i’m dying.”

she doesn’t respond immediately, she just shoves her face further into your skin. after a couple moments, you switch to lightly raking your nails against the fabric of her shirt.

you hear her hiss and feel her pull herself up. she positions herself so that she’s fully hovering over you. she’s got a lopsided grin on her face,

“g’morning baby.”

bada’s arms cage the sides of your head as she leans down to press a kiss to your lips. she pulls away but something in her brain short circuits when she tastes your lips. she immediately swoops back down to kiss you again, one hand cradling your head. she kisses down your jaw, down your neck,, and stops at the juncture between your neck and shoulder. you feel her sigh into your neck,

“i’m gonna call out today.”

you run your fingers through her hair,

“you okay?”

“yeah i just..” she croaks out, voice scratchy from sleep, “i just feel like i need to be close to you right now.”

she leaves soft kisses against your skin. she distantly wonders why she feels like she’s gonna die if she’s more than 6ft away from you, but all thoughts are thrown to the window when you decide to scratch her scalp with your nails.

“feels so good, baby. thank you.”

you continue running your nails across her scalp. she’d been so clingy lately, you couldn’t help but feel a little bad for her. she’d been a little more lazy, a little slower in her movements.

“you smell so fucking good, y/n.”

you push her off of you and giggle,

“im gonna go try and make us breakfast—” badas eyes light up but you raise your hands up, “dont get your hopes up. we’ll probably have to order in anyway. i am no chef.”

as you shimmy your way out of bed, bada takes in the way your hips sway when you walk. they way her shirt reaches just below your ass. she can kinda see your curves through the fabric of her shirt—

bada feels herself sweat as the thinks about taking you just like that. raising her shirt up. pulling your flimsy panties to the side and fucking you full of her. she wonders, distantly, how well you’d take her knot.

well, fuck. bada throws herself back into bed as she comes to her realization— shes in a rut.

she stays like that for about 15 minutes. she tries really, really hard to push those thoughts down and be normal. but then she hears pans clanking in the kitchen and she remembers you’re there and her feet guide her to you, without thought.

when bada reaches her destination, she leans against the door frame. she’s been doing alot of admiring lately. this time she admires your legs and how your thighs rub together when you walk. she wonders how they’d feel wrapped around her head—

“fuck it.” she mutters.

you hear her, feel her before you see her. her hands grip your waist as she flips you to face her and lifts you to place you on the counter. when you take in her appearance, shes flushed from neck up. sweat beads at her forehead. her pupils are blown wide and her mouth is open in a slight pant. her tongue darts out to wet her lips as her eyes flick from your own down to your lips.

“i need you,” her voice cracks in need, “are you gonna let me have you, baby?”

your skin pricks with sweat too, almost mirroring your partners. its then you have the realization as well. how clingy bada has been, how needy she is, how domineering shes been with you. the way she’s dressed you for the past week— baggy clothes… her clothes. you realize now she’s been marking you for the past week, putting extra on your plate. covering you up more, making sure you were warm and comfortable.

“bada are you-”

“yes— yes. tell me i can take you. tell me you want it, pretty girl. tell me you need it.”

bada’s eyes shift into something less desperate, more dangerous. her hands grip your hips and pull you into her own and you feel it. a cock, hot, heavy. waiting for you. you whine out upon contact,

“i need it bada, please.”

bada lets out a dark chuckle,

“so polite. so easy.”

she presses her lips against yours, calculated and smooth. her mouth molds against your own and you feel her pant each time she pulls away. her lips are more needy than the last each time she goes back in and eventually she nips at your bottom lip hard enough for you to physically wince. your eyes squeeze shut and tears prick your eyes.

“shit- sorry… fuck— no i’m not. you look so pretty like that.”

her kisses continue down your neck,

“’wanna make you cry today-,” she sighs into your neck, thinking of all the ways she’s gonna make you feel good tonight. one hand travels from your hip up to your neck, the other dips its fingers in your underwear. she forces you to look at her as she inserts two fingers inside of you, her thumb rubbing slow circles into your clit.

“gonna make you sob while i make it fit.”

her fingers crook up inside of you, rubbing against your gummy walls. you’re so wet that you can hear squelching as she fucks her fingers inside of you. she inserts a third as soon as she feels you relax,

“you’re gonna take it all for me today, right princess?” she presses a kiss to your lips when you nod in response,

“you wanna make me happy don’t you?”

and its almost as if your body is molding to her every will. your neck bares for her, almost presenting yourself for her. you do want to make her happy. your brain wills for you to do everything in your power to make her happy right now. your brain was so cloudy and—

“poor baby. it’s okay,” bada grins, she loved when you were like this. it made her feel useful. powerful.

your legs instinctively spread more for her and she inserts a fourth finger. tears well up in your eyes and bada kisses them as they fall,

“don’t want you to hurt too bad baby.”

once she thinks you're stretched enough, pulls her sweats down just enough to accompany her cock, she guides it into your cunt, groaning as she pushes in. your eyes begin to close but she taps you on your cheek to grab your attention,

"look at me while i stretch you out, angel."

your brows furrow together as you do your best to keep your eyes open as you take her, inch by inch. as soon as she's finished pushing into you, she gives you a sloppy kiss on the lips,

"i'm gonna make you feel so fucking good baby, just relax for me."

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it started out so soft. so caring. after round 3, bada stopped caring. stopped being so soft.

“’fuckin— shit— fuckin take it baby. like a good girl would.”

bada’s got her arm wrapped so tightly around your neck your ears are nearly ringing.

the first round she fucked you on the counter, whispering how nice you felt around her. round two was in the hallway, against the wall. she held you up with your legs wrapped around her and praised you on how good you were being. round three was on the bed, plush blankets surrounding you while your hair was splayed around you like a halo. she told you how proud of you she was, how it was just gonna be a little more.

now she’s impatient. the only thought in her brain was to breed you, make you hers. fuck you full of her cum. ruin you for other people.

after the last round she’d flipped you so that your stomach was against the bed. she’d pulled your hips up to meet her own but you’d made the mistake of clawing the sheets, almost like you were trying to run away.

bada didn’t like that.

she wraped her arm around your neck and yanked you up against her. your arms couldnt find purchase anywhere other than gripping her forearm. tears were streaming down your face. you felt so fucking full. cum was leaking out of you with every thrust.

“’s too much baby— please.”

bada kisses your temple in response,

“jus’ a little more.” bada groans out, “you’re so fucking ungrateful. maybe a knot would shut you the fuck up—” and bada’s eyes roll to the back of her head at the thought of it. she needed to so fucking bad. she kept cumming and cumming but felt no relief. she needed to knot you, she needed to plug you full just for her.

“you’re gonna look so pretty, angel. covered in my cum. wish i could take a picture and post it for everyone to see.”

bada’s hips stutter as she feels you clench around her. she swears she feels the beginning of a knot form.

“’m gonna cum in you again. ‘should cum on you this time. make you reek of me.”

bada releases you from her hold in favor of pressing you back into the mattress, muffling your yelps and moans.

“bet you’d like that. being covered in my spunk. at the end of the day, you’re my pretty, pretty, cum hungry whore. god—”

bada grasps at your hips, grinding her cock into you. your hands grip the sheets above you as you feel her knot catch at your opening. she fucks deeper into you,

“bet you wanna hang off my knot everyday. get fucked and bred morning and night.”

she leans down and intertwines your fingers with her own. her lips graze your ear as she whispers,

“i’d do it for you, too.”

and at this point, shes stuck inside of you, ready to burst. her brain is like mush as she keeps trying to get friction by grinding into you,

“id fuck you all day if i could. force myself into this pretty little pussy from the time i wake up until i’ve fucked you back to sleep. could spend hours in this cunt.”

her teeth graze the juncture between your neck and shoulder. a warning. a threat. a promise.

“wanna get you pregnant— fuck you full of my babies.”

bada can feel the beginnings of her orgasm begin, pleasure licking up her spine.

“i want it, bada. i’d do anything for you. anything to make you happy. please fuck me full. get me— ah fuck— get me pregnant. please bada please—”

bada’s eyes roll and her body tenses up as please wracks through her veins. her vision blurs and her hands grip yours so hard its starting to hurt. shes letting out airy whines and the occassional grunt as she empties herself inside of you. her head spins and she tries to ground herself by pressing kisses along your shoulder but, god, she feels like shes fucking floating.

you, on the other hand, felt like you were going to burst. you felt every spurt of cum inside of you. she was just pumping you full of her seed and it made you feel… good. warm. fuzzy. you could feel her big frame surround you as she nearly sobbed into your neck as she busts inside of you.

eventually, her hips stop stuttering and her cries turn into sniffles. her body relaxes into yours and her once stiff hands mold into your own, the grip significantly softer this time.

a couple minutes pass as you both relax a bit. bada speaks up,

“you okay, angel?” her thumb glides across your knuckles. her lips press soft kisses against the back of your neck.

“mhm… you’re heavy though.”

bada chuckles and removes her hands from yours. she peels herself up and repositions you two so that you’re both laying on your sides.

“i should chose a more… uhm.. comfortable position to.. uh..”

you roll your eyes. she cannot be serious right now.

“are you fucking stuttering right now.”

“no! no— i. i am not stuttering i’m just…” she trails off, embarrassed. she shoves her face into your neck,

“can i please catch a break? i just came like four times baby PLEASE—”

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a/n: thank you for your patience with me while i was gone!! im back and with gp!bada nonetheless... please please please give me feedback on this. i've never fully written gp! so do let me know if you liked, disliked, etc! thank you 🫶🏽 missed you all fr 🌟

[ssivinee]

❇︎Global Domination❇︎

BEBE! Bada Lee x OC Team! F Reader: Finally, in Korea, your crew was about to experience the brutality of the Korean dance scene, but you seemed to enjoy it more than others thought.

Word Count: 4.5k

Note: I had too much fun while making this one ngl😭. Also, the following isn't following the accuracy of the actual show.

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Two weeks had passed since your crew's arrival in Korea, and a sense of anticipation had replaced the initial excitement of exploring the country. Today marked the first day of filming for Street Woman Fighter 2, and the girls were a mix of nervousness and excitement as they sat in the van, awaiting their moment.

As the van pulled up to the venue, you all stepped out and were met with the sight of the massive "Street Woman Fighter" logo emblazoned on the black building. A surge of determination flowed through the team. You gathered the girls and delivered an encouraging pep talk.

"Let's walk in there confidently and show them we're ready for a fight," you urged. The group nodded in agreement, and with a collective display of charisma, you all strode towards the entrance. The cameras started rolling before you even set foot inside the building.

In an attempt to boost the team's morale, you led the way, strutting with confidence and casting a sly, determined look at the cameras. You wanted to show that your crew was ready to showcase their talent on this international stage.

With your newly dyed blonde hair cascading over your shoulder, you struck a fierce pose, setting the tone for the team. The others couldn't help but giggle at your confident display, but they quickly followed suit, standing beside you and posing with equal charisma. As you entered the building, all eyes fell on the trophy presented for every crew, a tangible symbol of the challenge ahead.

"Whoa," Athena exclaimed, her eyes widening at the sight of the trophy. "This is so cool," Maya added, practically shaking with energy. You smiled at the younger members of the team and urged them to move forward. "Let's get into our rooms. Come on."

The crew entered a long corridor, marveling at the colorful doors lining the hallway. It was an unexpected sight, and the attempt at intimidation was noticeable as you walked past each door. The girls couldn't resist glancing at the blackboards of the other crews, sharing amused comments about some and the not-so-friendly state of 1Million's board.

Outside the forest-green door, you paused, eyeing the blank blackboard. "So, what do you guys want to write?" Athena, ever the joker, took the marker and playfully pushed the team aside. She wrote in green, presenting the board with jazz hands.

"SWF 2 is our kingdom?" Bell read aloud, and the team shared approving smiles. "I like it."

As everyone entered your hideout, you translated the statement into Korean, writing it boldly. Meanwhile, inside, the girls chatted excitedly as they waited for the signal, settling into the room.

Unbeknownst to you and your crew, the other teams were also buzzing with anticipation. The addition of three international teams, including yours, had sent ripples of excitement through the domestic participants. With well-known crews like yours on the stage, the competition had just gotten even more thrilling, and everyone was eager to see what each crew would bring to the battle. The Korean teams, in particular, couldn't hide their surprise and curiosity as they watched your introduction on the screen.

“THREE GLOBAL TEAMS?”

“Lotus? No shot.”

“As in the famous dance teacher?”

“It couldn’t have just ended at Tsubakill, huh?”

The TV screen was dominated by your striking image, and your impressive accomplishments filled the other half. The teams gathered around, and as they absorbed the information, a wave of awe and curiosity swept through the room.

"Dude, the list just goes on and on," Nob of Lady Bounce pointed out. Your credentials went beyond choreographing for artists; it extended to years of victorious battles, securing numerous first and second-place finishes.

"All the battles are first or second place," Yeni Choi of Wolf’Lo noted, her eyes scanning the extensive list. "I thought we would be the only battlers here. I guess not," Baby Sleek chimed in, emphasizing the competitive edge that your crew and Mannequeen brought to the competition.

Another team, on the other hand, couldn't contain their excitement. "Lotus? Is this for real?" Minah gasped into her hands while the other girls stared at the screen, the younger members of the team eagerly fangirling over your face. "She's so pretty," Tatter mumbled, her astonishment evident, and Lusher nodded in agreement.

Their leader remained silent, captivated by your beauty and entranced by the information on the screen.

Bada knew exactly who you were – the famous Y/n Pereira, aka Lotus. Your reputation extended to both choreography for artists in the States and work with Korean trainees. The presence of not just Kirsten but also you, a well-known figure in the dance world, made Bada contemplate the upcoming competition.

Describing Bada's feelings as mere excitement would be an understatement. She was intrigued, thrilled, and stunned by your presence on the show. Your seductive gaze on the screen felt hypnotic, and she couldn't wait to see you in person. Her body warmed with anticipation, though she concealed it well, all while looking forward to the upcoming challenges.

As your crew sat in the green room, the TV’s abrupt, loud sound had Maya scared, a loud yelp coming from her. The girls giggled as you clapped your hands, “Alright, let’s get it, girls.”

Before you walk into the fight zone, your eyes linger along the long walkway. “This place is massive,” you hear Emi whisper, marveling over the size of the production. “They're being serious about this season,” Serena mumbles, the first time you heard the quiet girl’s voice today. 

Leading your team down the stairs, the fight zone buzzed at the sight of your team's presence. “Wha~, they’re so tall,” Yoonji points out, feeling the pressure of the final crew.

“They can all be models.”

“Having beauty and the skills to dance is unfair.”

“They’re like goddesses in front of us.”

As the comments and speculations about you filled the room, you couldn't help but smirk in response, an air of intrigue surrounding you. The reactions didn't go unnoticed, and other teams began to wonder about your background.

"Does Lotus know Korean?" Cheche mumbled to her leader, who responded with a shrug. "I mean, she is half, so maybe she does?"

Bada's reaction, however, remained subtle but striking. The moment she laid eyes on you in person, she was taken aback. Seeing you up close made her question whether the cameras had done justice to your beauty. She hadn't expected the long blonde hair, but it left no room for complaints. You appeared angelic in the green dress that accentuated your tall, commanding figure, and the black-heeled boots added to the authoritative presence you radiated. Your presence was truly captivating.

“A video should be showing,” you tell the girls, and everyone hears your soothing voice. The team stood beside you as the video played, showing your group choreography to ‘Pump It’ by the Black Eyed Peas. You watch with a smile adorning your face, finding the piece fun to see all over again. That didn’t last for long, as comments started rolling in.

“They’re good. The world of dance respects them, that’s for sure,” JJ of DeepNDap explains, and Gooseul could be seen nodding beside her. “Their dance styles are way too different, though.” It switches to Harimu of 1Million, and you nod, acknowledging her words. 

“I picked a variety for a reason,” you calmly state in Korean, shocking the other crews who were unaware you spoke the language.

Jam Republic is then put on the screen, Audrey speaking about you guys, “They’re probably our biggest rivals,” the other girls nod. Kirsten follows up, “Not because they're another international crew, but having versatility in style puts them at a high advantage.” You smile, Kirsten getting your thought process right away.

“We still beat them in battles, though,” Baby Sleek says, and Heachi laughs, “They dont seem that strong in that aspect, only Lotus.” You can only smirk. They were underestimating your crew's abilities, and they were about to be in for a ride. The no-respect stickers appeared, and it made you laugh. You and Emi had one, Athena had two, while Serena had 4. Boy, these girls were going to be surprised, that's for sure.

Your section was beside Lady Bounce, directly facing Bebe. So, as you take your seats, Bada’s eyes never left your figure. She was truly in a trance, staring at you as you talked to Serena, who sat right behind you.

“Unnie, you might burn holes into her,” Minah teases the older girl from behind, and Bada shakes off her comment, trying to focus on the show again.

The loud bass then scares the crews again, telling them the games are about to begin. Each of the girls cheered seeing Kang Daniel strut down with his cue cards in hand. “Hello. Welcome to the Mnet original dance series, Street Woman Fighter 2. I’m your MC, Kang Daniel.”

“This season, global crews have joined us, making this a bigger international dance competition. You’ll fight to crush all the other crews, and reach the top. Only one crew can do that.”

As the girls listened closely to their translator, you held a fist, gesturing a crushing motion on your other hand. Not noticing Bada does the same thing, Tatter laughs, “You guys are like soulmates or something,” she teases. Bada’s ears grow slightly red at the comment.

“We’ll be starting with Mnet’s iconic mission. No respect, battle with the weakest dancer,” everyone cheers at the announcement. “Alright, now please change for the battles. We’ll meet back here in the fight zone.”

The crews began to head up, but before you could make it to the stairs, you felt a hand tug on your arm. You peak over your shoulder and see Kirsten standing there with a wide, eager smile.

You wrap your arms on her shoulder as the two of you walk up the stairs with your crews following behind you. “How have you been?” You question the shorter girl and she pats your waist. “I’m doing amazing, love. I’ve missed you,” she explains, and you can’t help but giggle at your long time friend.

“I’ve missed you too,” you tell her, and you never noticed all the stares the two of you got. Soweon looks at the duo, shocked at the sight. “They’re close?” The youngest of team Bebe can’t help but ask. “It seems so,” Kyma says and Bada looks at the two dancers confusingly.

She was aware that a lot of the Jam Republic dancers were friends, but she didn’t know you two would be so close. Her eyes travel to Kirsten’s hand that is placed comfortably on your lower waist and Bada wonders how close you two truly are. 

She couldn’t think about that, not right now at least. Her main objective should be the competition, not you.

When all of you reach your hideouts, the girls feel the rush of adrenaline kicking in, flushing out any nerves they had before. Everyone had changed, and you stood there stretching as Emi talked, “Let’s go out there, have fun, and feel the music.”

“Do what you usually do, guys,” you finish up the words of encouragement. The younger dancers smile at their leader and sub-leader, finding their validation calming. You all head out to the fight zone once again and only see Jam, Bebe, Lady Bounce, and Wolf’Lo down there. So you had the chance to mingle with the pink crew.

“Auds!” You greet the youngest girl on JR, and the sound of your voice has the girl jumping. “Lo!”

You had worked with Audrey multiple times in the States, and seeing her again after several months made your heart swell. The girl felt like a younger sister you never had. Even your younger brothers complained that she seemed more like your sibling compared to them.

“God, I haven’t seen you in so long. Don’t think I forgot about you, Ling.” You hug the oldest member of their team, who gives you a warm hug. “Lo, this is Latrice and Emma, by the way,” Kirsten introduces you to the unfamiliar girls, and you shake their hands.

The other three crews watch your interaction, wondering how you knew the girls of Jam. You had gone to New Zealand several times for workshops, and you had the privilege to meet the Royal Family multiple times during their competition seasons.

“She can literally make anything look so good,” Bada mumbles, taking in your natural outfit that was simple yet stylish. “Unnie, let’s not fall in love too fast now,” Lusher jokes, and Bada groans, leaning her head back. “You guys really won't leave me alone about this. Just let me be~” Bada whines slightly, but the pitch of her voice alerts you, and you make eye contact for the first time today.

Bada practically freezes as you give her a friendly smile. You took in the other tall girl’s appearance, finding the choice of outfit insanely attractive.

Now, Bada didn’t know if she was going crazy, but if you were checking her out, she was about to pass out. You were about to walk over and introduce yourself, but when you saw Tsubakill come down, Akanen ran over to you, hugging you eagerly.

The sounds of the Japanese leader giggling as she called you "Lotus-san" didn't go unnoticed by Bada. It seemed that you knew all the Jam Republic dancers except for her. This new realization left Bada with a sense of sadness. After all, you had visited Korea several times, and as a member of Jam Republic, she contemplated why the two of you hadn't crossed paths before. The absence of any prior interaction left her wondering what might have prevented such a meeting.

The others begin to trickle in as Daniel begins to announce again. “Now, let me introduce the other three fight judges who will be the judges of your dance-offs. She's a dancer with unique moves who was born to be a woman of power. The leader of Prowdman, Monika!” The dancer of season one runs in, showing the choreography she made. “The artist is known for his powerful and sexy performance. The leader and main dancer of Monsta X, Shonwu!” Some of the dancers began to dance Shoot Out, and you laugh, seeing Harimu really feeling it.

“Let me introduce the special judge for this battle. The leader of the worldwide renowned dance crew, the Kinjaz. Mike Song!” The three international crews visibly calm down, seeing a judge who can help judge them with no bias.

Not that Monika or Shownu would, but Mike Song felt like the international safety net. The dance battles began, and first off was Redy. She teased, coming over to the front of your crew before turning around and calling out Bada.

As you observed the interactions and conversations around you, it became apparent that there might be some underlying history between Bada and the young dancer. However, as you looked at Bada, her calm demeanor and relaxed stance made you wonder if the hostility was more one-sided than it seemed. Her self-assured confidence was an attractive quality that caught your attention, and you appreciated her presence as she stood before you.

As "Temple" by Baauer began playing, Redy took the stage, executing a series of movements, including a spinning fan kick. Despite your prior knowledge of Redy's skills, this performance didn't seem to showcase her best. The routine felt somewhat lackluster, with repetitive spins and points, and you couldn't shake the feeling that Redy was blending into the stage too much, almost disappearing.

Leaning your head on your fist, you counted down as the performance came to an end. "Five, four, three, two, one. Switch! BEBE’s Bada." The song "BBHMM" by Rihanna started playing, and your intrigue heightened. You sat up straight, eager to see if Bada lived up to the reputation you had seen in videos.

Bada began with a spin and immediately invaded Redy's personal space, using her height to intimidate. A laugh escaped your lips as she playfully swept the top of Redy's head. As the song progressed, Bada's performance unfolded with pops and gun gestures, and despite not being the most exceptional at freestyle, her energy and aura carried each movement flawlessly, keeping the audience entertained.

"She definitely knows how to use energy to her advantage. A true performer," you remarked to Emi, leaning closer. "Oh, for sure. All the crews are hyped up because of her."

Bada utilized her lengthy body with a mix of sexy moves, including kneeling on the floor, thrusting, and body rolling. The performance reached its climax as Bada bit a piece of paper and blew it out, concluding her dance. Your thoughts solidified – you were definitely intrigued by her.

Well, not her specifically, but her dance. 

There's no harm in getting close to another Jam Republic dancer, right? You smirk at the thought, and as the judges reveal three light blue cards, you nod while clapping your hands. “Rightfully so.”

The battles continued, and the cheers from every crew echoed in the arena. Your cheers were particularly deafening during Audrey's battles, as the rest of your crew hadn't taken the stage yet. Audrey consistently showcased her freestyle prowess, outclassing many of the other contestants.

As the battles progressed, it was now Kirsten's turn, and you braced yourself for the unexpected. You knew she wouldn't pick someone she considered weak. Kirsten sought a challenge, a display of power. You couldn't help but smile at the anticipation when she stood up with a devious laugh.

"The person I pick as my no-respect dancer is…" Kirsten started in the middle of the stage but then moved to the far corner, standing in the vicinity of your crew. "Lotus."

A chuckle bubbled up from deep within as you rose from your seat. The ripple of surprise spread through the crowd, amplifying the shock, particularly due to the assumed friendship between you and Kirsten.

The spotlight seemed to intensify as you stood, focusing on the unexpected choice. The question lingered in the air like a suspended note waiting to be played. Daniel directed a question with a quizzical expression towards Kirsten, breaking the silence over the arena.

"Kirsten, why did you choose Lotus as your no-respect dancer?" The question hung in the air, prompting not just curiosity from the spectators but also an air of anticipation as if the answer held the key to unraveling a mysterious connection between you and Kirsten.

“I wanted a challenge, and I know she can give me that,” Kirsten announces, and everyone goes ‘oo,’ finding her words cool and respectable. “Let’s have some fun?” You ask through the mic, and the other leader nods as the crews get excited for this one.

“Leader versus leader? This is gonna be good,” you hear from behind you. “Kirsten and Lotus was a battle I wasn’t expecting, but I’m not complaining about it.”

You hear ‘Get Ur Freak On’ by Missy Elliot, and you can’t help the amused look on your face. You knew she would kill it, and you were ready for that. Kirsten starts, moving her hips and waist like water, and your face looks disgusted, an impression of how well her body moved.

As an amazing performer the Jam Republic leader was, Bada could only watch you as your body swayed ever so lightly on the sidelines. When Kirsten hits some moves of afro dance, you bite your bottom lip, finding the movement sensual as her gaze never leaves yours. “Lotus hasn’t even started dancing, and she’s already feeling the music,” Tatter points out, almost breathless at the two of you on stage.

It all seemed a blur for BEBE, but they then heard ‘Backseat Freestyle’ by Kendrick Lamar, and you jump around hyping everyone up. As the chorus hits, you pop your chest, throw your arms around your head, and quickly reverse it. Your aggressive stomps had people rowdy. The Krump style being used made everyone wild, as your lengthy body had so much power.

As you belligerently use your arms, the other crews stared at you, feeling many mixed emotions. Krump wasn’t a “clean” style and it wasn't common for women in Korea to use this style. So actually seeing a Korean woman do it, made them feel somewhat gratified. You finish off by kneeling, your heavy breaths were visible as your chest rose up and down. 

The standing ovation was a testament to the intensity and brilliance of your performance with Kirsten. As you both bowed multiple times, soaking in the applause, the judges' faces revealed their struggle to reach a decision. In a rare moment for the show, all three judges displayed both pink and dark green cards, leaving everyone, including the audience, in gasps of surprise.

"All three? That’s insane," Minah exclaimed, capturing the sentiments of those witnessing the unprecedented outcome. The smiles exchanged between you and Kirsten suggested a shared desire for a rematch.

Returning to your positions, their was anticipation in the air. The prospect of both of you dancing simultaneously added a layer of complexity. Both you and Kirsten were known for utilizing a lot of space in your performances. The question loomed in your mind—how would this dynamic unfold?

You heard ‘Good Feeling’ by Flo Rida and everyone starts clapping at the hype song. The two of you mimic the lyrics, ‘oh~ sometimes, I get a good feeling,’ and you hit a propeller kick. Everyone screamed as you did a Windmill and followed up with an Airflare.

Bada’s eyes could leave your body as you spun and flipped. “How the hell does she move like that?” She asked, and it was a very good question. It has the other girls excited and intimidated at the same time. Who was gonna be able to beat you?

Kirsten seamlessly followed your lead, playing around your spinning body with a synchronicity that showcased the enjoyment shared between the two of you. The energy was infectious, and it wasn't long before everyone, including the judges, joined in on the collective enjoyment.

As the duo battle reached its conclusion, the applause echoed through the arena once again. "As expected from two big international dancers," Bada remarked, her statement met with nods of agreement from the younger members who were still in awe of the mesmerizing performance. The collaboration between you and Kirsten had not only met expectations but had exceeded them, leaving a lasting impression on everyone present.

The judges deliberated, their expressions revealing the weight of their decision. Finally, three green cards were revealed, and a sigh of relief escaped your lips. Pulling Kirsten into a celebratory hug, the victory felt like a culmination of the collaborative effort between you two. As you settled back into your seat, your team erupted in applause, a collective acknowledgment of the well-deserved success.

"Killed that shit, girl!" Ball exclaimed, her enthusiasm contagious, prompting laughter from you. "No, literally," Maya chimed in with a playful remark, adding a touch of humor to the celebratory atmosphere. The camaraderie within the team mirrored the triumph on stage, creating a moment of shared accomplishment and joy.

Other battles continued and after 30 minutes, it was finally time for a 10 minute break. 

Taking a moment to confer with your team, you couldn't shake the feeling of someone's eyes on you. Scanning the room, your gaze landed on Bada, and she didn't look away. A small wave from her drew you in, prompting you to excuse yourself from your team with a smile.

Approaching Bada's team, you noticed her adjusting herself to face you properly. "Bada-nim?" you greeted respectfully.

"Lotus," she replied, bowing as she remained seated. "It’s an honor to meet the most viral choreographer right now."

You reciprocated with a bow, but Bada swatted her hand, appearing slightly embarrassed by the acknowledgment. The other members of BEBE observed the interaction, their eyes held a hint of intimidation in the presence of your close proximity.

“I don’t deserve praise from you. Your THE Lotus, famous for training some of the best dancers out there,” you chuckled at Bada’s words. “That’s me,” you shrug, used to hearing the words, but it still pleased you to hear it from fellow dancers. “Anything I can possibly help you with?” She questions you with a curious face. “I just wanted to meet a fellow Jam Republic dancer.” You tell her honestly.

"Well, you're really good too," you expressed, the unintended sensuality in your voice evident as your eyes seemed to darken. Bada, taken aback by the unexpected intensity in your gaze, grew nervous. Unaware of the unintentional effect you had, she continued, "U-um, thank you, Lotus-nim." The exchange left a lingering atmosphere, a subtle tension that hovered between the two of you.

“Oh please, just call me unnie, Bada,” the younger dancers squeal behind their leader and you chuckle at their sounds. You decide to introduce yourself to the entire team and they all noticeably fangirl, especially Tatter and Minah who just kept looking at you with starstruck eyes. 

As you engaged in conversation with Bada's crew, she couldn't help but observe your subtle mannerisms. The way you casually combed your hair back with your fingers while explaining things, the unconscious habit of licking your lips when you laughed, and the preference for rolling up your sleeves to your shoulders—all these gestures seemed to have a mesmerizing effect on Bada.

To her, you appeared as an almost unreachable figure in the dance industry, an undeniable stunner. Your every move left Bada weak at the knees. The similarities between you and her, both tall in height, boasting plump lips, sporting long dyed hair, sharing similar styles, and dancing with a captivating allure that seemed aimed at attracting women, only fueled the fascination.

"I wasn’t expecting them to be so pretty," Downy remarked, and Locker Z inquired, "who?" "Bada and Lotus," Locker Z nodded in agreement.

"I should’ve brought two wedding rings, for Lotus and Bada," JJ quipped, eliciting laughter from Minny. The room seemed to buzz with discussions about the two dancers—half fangirling over their ability to attract women, while the more mature half spoke highly of their impressive dance skills. The magnetic presence of both you and Bada had ignited conversations that spanned admiration for both your aesthetics and dancing prowess.

The break concluded, and the girls returned to their seats. Bada, now set for another battle against Redlic, took the stage. As she danced, her focus seemed to gravitate more toward you. Her unwavering gaze remained fixed as she executed a series of movements—grinds, thrusts, and hip sways—all in perfect synchronization with the accompanying sounds. The intensity of her performance seemed to carry an unspoken message, one that resonated with the captivating connection between you and her.

You could only stare at her with hungry eyes, if she wanted to play that game, you would give that to her. That would have to wait though, since the tension with Mina Myoung and Lia Kim had been spiraling in the air for the entire day and they were finally gonna battle it out. 

You’d have to wait just a little longer to play.

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[badasgirl]

accidentally fell in love

bada lee x fem!reader

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when you’re in love with your best friend who constantly goes on date after date, what do you do? what if that best friend also happens to be oblivious as can be?

genre: fluff, angst (my bad), suggestive, best friends to lovers

warnings: oblivious!bada x jealous!reader, bada calls reader her princess, some tension, suggestive with a makeout scene towards the end, no caps on purpose (booo ik terrible grammar).

author’s note: this was not proofread so please be easy on me. anyways, yayyy! i am finally back after a while 🤭 rewriting this made me cry so it took a while and the finale made me really emotional (i still am emotional LMAO) so i ended up pushing this back. thank you for being patient! i hope you all enjoy!

word count: ~3.2k

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you and bada lee have been best friends since one faithful day in middle school. it was a simple mistake really, you had forgotten a pencil for an exam and the teacher refused to give you one. you had to take the exam or else you could possibly fail the class. you had began to tear up and panic as the exam was about to begin and there was no pencil insight for you. luckily amidst your panic, the tall girl behind you tapped your shoulder and quickly snuck you a pencil to use. since that day, you vowed to be by her side and be her best friend forever.

and trust me, since that day you never left each other’s sides. you two were inseparable. you both were now in your final year of university and of course you shared an apartment together. bada majored in dance and you majored in art, specifically focusing in photography. naturally, a lot of the photos you took included bada, she was like your muse. if you ever needed to do a last minute project, she was always down to help. for bada, you too were like her muse for dance, but in a different way. whenever she had difficulties creating or finishing a choreography, she had to see you. she claimed that just by seeing you, you cleared her foggy mind and gave her so much inspiration. how could someone not fall for her? you did.

unfortunately for you, you were deeply in love with your best friend. in fact, she was your lesbian awakening in high school. you knew she liked anyone regardless of gender, however she never seemed to show interest in you at all. well, never directly.

recently, she was always going on dates with guys and coming back home complaining to you. today was one of those days. you were laying down on the couch in your pajama shorts and your (bada’s) t-shirt, watching something on your phone when bada entered the apartment with a loud sigh. she kicked off her shoes and threw her bag on the floor before taking her tall body and laying on top of you, basically smothering you.

“bada, what happened? also you’re crushing me” you said as you tried to push her off you slightly. the girl just snuggled into you more before loudly whining like a kicked puppy.

“princess, it was so terrible. he was sooo full of himself.” bada said tiredly. “he acted like he was doing me a favor by going on a date! i was the one doing him a favor if anything!” she complained passionately as she finally sat up a bit, just to give you enough room to sit up and hold the big human-sized puppy in your lap.

you patted her head softly as you said “bada, i have told you to stop going on every single date that someone asks you out on. especially this guy, seojun is a literal known asshole.”

the tall girl sighed knowing you were right. “i know, but i thought maybe it was just gossip you know? god, i wish these guys were like you y/n…so sweet and caring, never full of themselves. if they were like you, they’d be perfect. i’d immediately fall for them and make them mine.”

you blushed slightly but your heart broke at the same time. you slightly balled up your fists out of jealousy, but bada didn’t notice. you honestly hated hearing about your best friend’s dates. not only did they make you jealous, but bada always said if they were more like you she’d actually date them. “what does she even mean by that?” is something you’ve always wondered. if you’re so perfect for her, why won’t she date you?

you pushed your feelings aside as you smiled at bada and tapped her thigh signaling her to get up. “bada, you’ll find someone perfect for you, trust me. you just need to give it time and going on every date possible won’t help you.” you told her sincerely as you both got up from the couch.

bada nodded in agreement with you before pulling you in a hug. she rested her head atop yours before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “thank you y/n, you’re right. what would i do without you, my best friend.” she smiled at you before taking her bag from the floor and heading to her room to get ready for bed.

however, all you could do was just stand there in the middle of the living room. of course, you were friendzoned time and time again. you hated how bada could make you feel like you were only person she wanted or needed one second and then remind you of your place the next. you let a few tears fall down your face before quickly wiping them and going to your room to sulk over being stuck in the friendzone.

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the next day was definitely one of the shittiest days you’ve had in a while. to begin, you overslept and missed your first class because you were up all night thinking about bada and how much it hurt your heart to see her with shitty people and not you. then if that wasn’t enough, you spilled your energy drink all over your computer in the middle of your second class. fortunately for you, it wasn’t damaged. however, there was nothing to clean it with in the class and the closest bathroom had no paper towels to wipe it clean with. you were running out of time to make it to your last class, so you had to end up carrying a sticky computer in your bag halfway across campus so wouldn’t be late. then to top everything off, when you finally went to one of the dining halls after your last class, they ran out of the one meal you like there. you sat in defeat at one of the tables with arms on the table and your head resting on your arms.

bada currently had 20 minutes before her next practice started up, so she decided to head to the dining hall. she figured you’d also be there after a long day of classes, she knew your schedule like the back of her hand. bada spotted you at one of the tables with your head down, she immediately went over and patted your head softly.

your head lifted up slowly and your eyes met hers. “hey sleepyhead, why are you napping here?” bada asked grinning at you as she sat down next to you.

you sighed and fixed your hair. “i’m not napping, just drained” was all you could really say. you didn’t really feel like explaining the whole timeline of events that occurred. bada nodded her head in response before giggling to herself.

you looked at her with a confused face. “what’s so funny?” you asked her curiously.

“nothing really, it’s just i’m going on the blind date later after practice and i think the guy might be daehyun! you know the guy from your major.” bada explained while chuckling about thinking of going on a date with a fairly popular guy you know due to being in the same major and working together before.

this was your last straw. not only had you had a very terrible day, but now bada’s going on another date. you guess nothing you said last night mattered to her at all. you felt as if you don’t matter to her at all. you had began to accept being friendzoned, but now she’s completely ignoring what you tell her? what will happen when she starts actually dating someone, will she just ignore you all together?

tears brimmed your eyes as you quickly got up from the table and harshly grabbed your bag. you looked at her, your voice unsteady before saying “i don’t care, do what you want. have fun on your date bada, don’t bother complaining about it to me later because i’m not listening anymore.”

you walked off before bada could register what was even happening. she stood up once she finally realized what was going on and went to look for you, however you had walked far enough away for her to not see you anymore. she immediately pulled out her phone to text you.

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you made your way back to your shared apartment, crying your eyes out on the way home. “why are you so emotional? were you too hard on bada?” were the things you thought of on your walk back home. once you reached the complex, you quickly made it to your unit and went inside. all you could manage to do was take your shoes off before slowly walking over to your room, throwing your bag to the side, and flopping face first onto your bed. you curled up in a ball and cried your eyes out again. every insecurity you had about your friendship with bada came to the surface. even if she didn’t love you romantically, how could she just ignore your advice time after time if you’re her supposed best friend. how could she not realize the right choice has been in-front of her the whole time. she wanted every quality about you in the person she dated, so why not just date you? did she find you that repulsive?

you were wallowing in your thoughts for a while before you decided to check your phone. you felt it buzz as you walked home, but you were too focused on just making it home to check. your notifications revealed 4 missed calls and 10 texts in a row, all from bada. they all happened about 20 minutes ago.

my sea 🌊

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y/n

are you okay???

did i upset you??

where did you go?

are you going home?

y/n princess please tell me you’re home safely, i’m worried.

i hope you’re alright, please don’t cry anymore.

i’m sorry i don’t know what i did, but that doesn’t matter i just need you to be okay

princess?

please let me know when you see this, let me know you’re safe.

you felt like crying even more after reading bada’s texts. maybe you were the one who fucked up. you didn’t want the girl to panic too much and actually call the police, so you mustered up all your energy to text her back.

you

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i’m home, i’m fine.

you shut off your phone and threw it to the side as you slowly let more tears fall and sleep over take you. the day was so draining, your body couldn’t help but want to give into sleeping.

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the moment bada received your text, she immediately grabbed her stuff and ran out of practice. she ran over to the nearest convenience store to grab a bunch of all of your favorite snacks and drink: fruit jellies, potato chips, and strawberry milk. she had no idea as to why you suddenly became so upset, but the only thing on her mind was to make you feel better. once she purchased everything, bada rushed to your shared apartment quickly.

after you had barely fallen asleep for maybe 45 minutes, you heard a knock at your bedroom door and someone softly calling your name. you assumed it must be bada. you sighed deeply, rubbing your eyes awake. you honestly didn’t know how to react or what to do at this point.

“princess? you awake?” bada asked softly while gripping onto the plastic bag holding the things she got for you.

“go away bada, i’m fine” you mumbled at the door praying she could hear you.

that answer wasn’t good enough for bada. she may be oblivious to a lot of things, but she always knew when you didn’t feel okay. she slowly opened the door and looked at you balled up figure on your bed. the tall girl placed the bag of snacks on your desk and went to sit next to you on your bed. you huffed, sat up, and turned to face the taller girl.

“bada what don’t you understand about “go away” or “i’m fine”?” you asked the girl next to you tiredly. “i’m so tired just leave okay?” you pleaded.

“y/n i can tell you’re not fine, don’t lie to me now. we’re best friends.” bada said seriously looking you in your eyes.

you scoffed and rolled your eyes at her statement. bada tilted her head in confusion at your actions.

“what does that mean?” the oblivious girl asked.

“bada, if we’re seriously best friends…then why do you ignore and throw away every piece of advice i give you?” you started to get worked up, tears already brimming at your eyes again. “you act like you listen to what i say and you cherish it, but in reality you never do.” you said with your voice beginning to get shaky.

“y/n what-“

you cut off your best friend immediately. “don’t ask me what i mean because you know what i’m talking about. i tell you that going on a bunch of dates won’t help you find the one who deserves your love, you agree, say you appreciate me so much and wish you dated someone like me, and then turn around a few days later to go on dates.” you said as tears slowly began to fall down your face. you could barely think about what you were saying at the point, you were just speaking. bada sat there silently in shock listening to you explain everything.

“and bada you always do this. sure, it’s my fault that i accidentally fell in love with my best friend, so yeah seeing you go on all these failed dates and you saying you wish they were like me always make me jealous. but as your best friend it breaks my heart ten times more to see you just waste your time on these losers and just tossing me to the side.” you said as you were fully crying at this point. you were so deep in your emotions you didn’t even realize you just confessed your love to your best friend.

it took bada a while to understand what you had just said but once she did, she immediately started crying with you. you were very confused to see bada cry along with you. you were going to ask why she had began crying but she had said “you’re in love with me y/n?”

you were so shocked as you didn’t even realize what you had said until she said something, you gasped at the realization and looked up at bada, now you were afraid. even though you were upset with bada, you didn’t want to lose her all together.

“bada wait i-“

“no y/n, be honest with me…are you seriously in love with me?” bada asked looking into your eyes, grabbing your hands and holding them tightly in hers.

you looked down, unable to face her. “yes bada, i’ve been in love with you for years. you were even the reason why i realized i was a lesbian, since i’m telling you everything…” you laughed slightly out of embarrassment.

bada couldn’t help but to smile at your confession through her tears “y/n- no my princess, i should have just been honest with you and myself. i also fell in love with my best friend. i thought going on all these dates wishing they were you would maybe help. i never knew you could feel the same way, i was so oblivious. i am so so sorry i hurt you in the process, i never wanted to do that. you are the most important person to me. i love you so much princess.” bada confessed to you while still holding onto your hands. your head shot up at her confession and you looked at her in her eyes to make sure she was being serious. you could tell she was being serious so you couldn’t help but cry out of happiness.

bada pulled you into her and hugged you tightly. you wrapped your arms around her waist and cried into her chest. she let her tears fall freely as well as she held you in her arms as her own.

once you both calmed down, bada pulled away to look at your pretty face and admire the girl she loved so much. she tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and smiled at you. you smiled back at bada and giggled.

“does this mean…we’re girlfriends?” you questioned shyly.

bada chuckled at your shyness before nodding. “yes, yes you’re my girlfriend and i’m yours princess.”

you giggled and placed a quick peck to bada’s lips, still holding her close. bada blushed at the peck before bringing you back into her and kissing your lips softly. you both sat there letting that kiss make up for the lost time that you could’ve been together.

when bada pulled away from the kiss, you whined and looked up at the taller girl with puppy eyes. bada laughed at your actions before smirking down at you.

“why? does my princess want more?” your girlfriend teased you while rubbing her hands up and down your sides. you nodded quickly in response before stretching your neck back up to meet her lips.

bada deepened the kiss, biting your lips softly. your kisses got messier and filled with more and more passion. you were holding onto bada for dear life as she licked across your lips, signaling you that she wanted in. you let her have access so easily, her tongue easily dominated yours as you both continued to hold each other close and make out on your bed. the whimpers and moans you both let out were swallowed by the other within your kisses.

eventually after you both pulled away to catch your breaths, you spotted the plastic grocery bag on your desk.

“baby what’s that?” you questioned softly while pointing at the bag with your finger.

bada blushed at the pet name you gave her before answering you. “it’s all of your favorites princess! fruit jellies, strawberry milk, and potato chips. i bought them earlier to try to make you feel better.”

you smiled up at your girlfriend giggling at the sweet action. “you’re perfect, oblivious as hell, but perfect. i’m so lucky” you said sweetly while getting up to get the bag of snacks.

bada watched you get up as she shook her head in disagreement. “princess, i’m definitely the lucky one, you’re the best girlfriend i could have asked for. i should have really just dated you from the start…” bada trailed off as her face turned into a pout.

you returned to the bed with your snacks acquired and kissed the cute pout off of bada’s face. after that quick kiss, she was nothing but smiles.

“now hush you big puppy, let’s not focus on the lost time. let’s just focus on us now.” you stated as you snuggled into bada.

bada held you close as you snuggled into her. she knew you were right, there’s no use in dwelling on what already happened. all she wanted to do now was create new amazing memories with you.

bada looked at you while smiling and said “so a movie and snacks?”

you chuckled and smiled back at her “you read my mind baby.”

[badasgirlfriend]

hey! hope you’re having a good day, could I request bada x reader, they’re both competing in swf2 but it’s a secret relationship? thanks!

Loving In Secret | Bada Lee Imagine

pairings: bada lee x fem! reader

a/n: SORRY for making mina evil, just bc i made her like that in this imagine doesn't mean she's evil irl. Also Y/N dances Badas choreo when she battles against Mina

Y/N was holding Bada's hand as they were watching their teams group evaluation. Bada had told her she had nothing to worry about but she still cared, despite trying to put up a tough front.

"I told you not to worry," Bada reassured. "There's nothing to be scared of."

"Yeah, I know." Y/N smiled back nervously, squeezing Bada's hand. "I'm just a bit worried about what they'll say about the girls."

Y/N and Bada have been dating for three years, a secret known only to their team. The team frequently teased the pair, even referring to them as their parents.

While Y/N and Bada wouldn't admit it to anyone, they were secretly terrified of the reactions they would receive if they made their relationship public. The team was their safe space, but the outside world was full of judgements and potential consequences. Despite their love, they weren't sure if it was a risk they could take.

Y/N was now more energized and focused as the video playing of the other teams talking about them began. "Who's the most successful there? Bada and Y/N" Y/N rolled her eyes when she saw Mina talking

"Bada is taking over the choreography world," Lia Kim said making Y/N squeeze Bada's hand, her smile growing wider.

"Why don't we get closer" Bada suggested, now that the girls were offering up their harsh criticism. Y/N and her members followed along, stopping near her.

"Bada and Y/N are more popular than their own talent"

"Y/N is just a pretty face nothing more. When you see her dance you don't get excited"

"When you look at her students they just look like Bada's copycats." a member of Mannequin said

Y/N let out a chuckle, she was starting to become really frustrated, everything they said wasn't true. They felt threatened by her members since they are young and talented, of course they're up for criticism but not this harsh

Then Mina showed up once more and Y/N knew that she was gonna talk about her again. "Y/N may profess to be a dancer, but in reality, she's just a little poser, someone who tries too hard to be cool and trendy without having the true skills or experience to back it up. Honestly if it wasn't for her pretty face and-" Mina paused, holding her fingers up and gently brushing them together, indicating money in a gesture. "No agency would accept her. She's BEBEs downfall,"

Y/N knew that she and Mina had a history of disagreements. Although Mina had started it, that didn't mean she had to downgrade and not credit the girl about her hard work over the years. While it was true that her family was wealthy, it didn't mean that her success came simply from her privileged background. She had put in the time and effort to make her dreams a reality.

Y/N disliked Mina for sure, but she would never speak of her in such a condescending and harsh manner. The words Mina used went beyond criticism

Before she could say anything, Bada beat her to it. The tall girl let out a chilly laugh, her sharp gaze drawing everyone's attention. Y/N looked at her girlfriend, her tongue pressed against her cheek as she stared at the TV. Her arms were resting on her head and her expression was bland and emotionless.

"I didn't like that." Bada said, her tone cold, she returned to her seat, her body language stiff and her eyes filled with cold fury. Y/N was well aware of her mood, knowing that her girlfriend was extremely angry. She could feel the tension build in the air, and she was certain that Bada was not about to forgive and forget the matter. If anything, it seemed like she was about to unleash a storm.

"Calm down, you know what she said wasn't true, it was just meant to get under your skin." The younger girl, Cheche, said to the couple as they sat down.

Bada could not calm down. Not when someone spoke to Y/N in that way. She didn't mind if people said whatever they wanted to her, it didn't bother her at all. But when they talked about Y/N, that's when her temper flared. She was protective of her girlfriend and would always stand up for her against any kind of disrespect or unfair treatment. Y/N was her main priority, and it didn't matter what anyone else thought. Bada was not about to let anyone step on her or Y/N in any way, shape or form. As for Mina Young she her team will have it coming

A large text appeared on the screen, stating "NO RESPECT." It stayed there for a few seconds, drawing the attention of the whole room. Y/N's eyes widened as she saw that she had received five NO RESPECTs, and she couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

"Cute" Y/N said showing her her girlfriend the stickers she got, Bada looked at her and smiled, hugging her sideways.

After Tsubakill, Mannequin and Wolf'lo's evaluation video was over, it was now Deep n Daps' turn. Y/N and Bada both sat up straight, eagerly awaiting for them. The tension was thick in the air, and everyones eyes were on the duo

Yells could be heard coming from the green team as they entered the large studio, their voices echoing off the walls. Mina felt someone's eyes on her while they were walking downstairs. She looked over at the BEBE team and was startled to see the hostile glare from Y/N and Bada. The tension was thick, and Mina felt her heart rate quicken as she felt a chill run down her spine.

She gulped and broke eye contact, making Y/N scoff and shake her head. But Bada was still glaring at Mina until her team sat down, and the evaluation for Deep n Daps finally began.

After every team was done, the staff informed the girls that they could now go change for their upcoming No Respect battle.

Y/N entered the changing room, she wore her white low rise sweatpants, which made her figure pop. A baby blue scoop back bra emphasized her features and added a touch of style. She grabbed her Bebe jersey with her name on the back, but Bada grabbed her making her flinch.

"You scared me"

"You get scared easily baby" "Bada chuckled and said,

Y/N playfully rolled her eyes and pouted her lips. Bada gave her signature smile and kissed her softly, drawing her close as she caressed her cheek.

"Here," Bada offered, passing her jersey over "Wear mine and I'll wear yours" Y/N sighed, about to say no, when Bada interrupted. "No one will mistake us for a couple. Best friends exchange clothes all the time," Bada explained, her words making perfect sense.

"But it's not just any jersey, Bada. It has your name on it," Y/N protested.

Bada groaned, her forehead meeting Y/N's. "Come on," she pleaded.

"Bada-"

Bada cut her off, kissing her tenderly. Y/N melted into the kiss, giving in to the moment. Their eyes were closed, their minds focused solely on the feeling of their mouths meeting.

Their kiss was stopped, as they were interrupted by a sudden knock at the door. 'Keep it PG, bitches,' Tatter's voice rang out, followed by the light laughter of the other girls.

"Here," Y/N gave her jersey to Bada "We need to get going if we don't want to be late," she adds.

She then promptly pulls the jersey over her head, her shoulders slipping into the fabric, the the jersey falling down past her hips and to her thighs.

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"LETS GO BADA LEE!" Y/N cheered, full of energy as it is her girlfriend's turn to dance. Redy picking Bada as her no respect dancer was a big mistake, but nonetheless Y/N loved the confidence

Y/N laughed as Bada came really close to Redy, mocking her for her height, she didn't even look at her she just looked above her head. She was really glad she was tall, almost as Bada, so her girlfriend couldn't tease Y/N about her height

Y/N's eyes remained fixed on Bada's body, her gaze never wavering from the dancer. She saw Bada dance a hundred times and it still left her speechless "SEXY!," Y/N exclaimed, she shook Tatters's shoulder, trying to contain her excitement.

As Bada's dance ended, everyone were on the edge of their seats, waiting eagerly to see which card the judges would display. The BEBE team erupted with joy and excitement, jumping up and down as all three judges turned over BEBE's card. Y/N quickly embraced Bada, her arms tightly wrapped around her girlfriend

After an hour of everyone battling each other, Y/N went up against Redlic and Mimi, she won both battles securing more wins for BEBE

"Y/N of BEBE, please pick your No Respect Dancer" the host Kang Daniel called out her name making her smirk as her eyes immediately met with Minas

As Y/N stood up, her friends cheered loudly for her and began patting her shoulder

"The dancer I don't respect is Mina Myoung from Deep N Dap," Y/N immediately stated, not wasting any time to think about the decision.

A collective "Ooh" could be heard as Mina slowly rose to her feet. She wouldn't admit it but she was anxious about this battle, already knowing she will loose

As Mina stood in front of Y/N, she brought the microphone to her lips. "You talk too much, Mina," she stated confidently, turning over the mic to Tatter. Bada cheered loudly in support of her girlfriend. Even those from other teams, who had developed a growing dislike towards the Deep N Dap leader, joined in the celebration.

"Truth hurts Y/N," Mina's voice cracked, a subtle but clear sign of her anger. "This battle will prove what I said," she continued, her words filled with determination and confidence.

Y/N chuckled as she witnessed Mina's annoyance. She then offered a mocking curtsy in anticipation of the upcoming battle.

"Y/N of BEBE will attack first, then Mina of Deep N Dap. Are you guys ready?" Kang Daniel announced, building suspense for the upcoming battle.

While waiting for her song to begin, Y/N began a small warmup, stretching and testing her body's agility, Bada playfully smacked her ass, which earned her a playful glare from Y/N.

As the song "Money" by Cardi B began to play, Y/N took her position, her smirk becoming even more prominent. With that, she began moving, making gestures that were reminiscent of handling money. Mina noticed this and scoffed in disbelief, knowing that Y/N had chosen this song because of what she said about her buying her career.

She was mocking her and everyone seemed to pick up because they started laughing and cheering which only pushed Mina to the edge

Y/N approached with a confident step, and as she came closer, she bit the end of the jersey and lifted it, exposing her stomach. She then gave Mina a disgusted look and went back to her spot

"FUCK YEAH!" Bada screeched, throwing the banner into the air with enthusiasm and excitement, unable to sit still for a single second as she watched Y/N's performance, her attitude and her movements driving her crazy. Every moment of her dance was filled with passion, energy and style, completely owning the stage and commanding everyone's attention. Her girlfriend, Bada, was just one of many witnesses who were blown away by her performance.

The song ended, and Y/N, after blowing a kiss at Mina, turned away, clearly satisfied with her dance.

"SWITCH!" Daniel said and the song changed Mina got into her position, ready to give it her all in hopes of matching the incredible performance that Y/N had just put on.

Mina began to dance, crawling and rolling along the floor, and Y/N was not surprised. This seemed to be the only move that Mina knew how to do. As Y/N turned to her friends, she couldn't help but laugh, but when she saw that they were not laughing, but instead looking panicked, she grew confused.

"MOVE," they all shouted, but it was too late. Mina's feet hit Y/N straight in the nose, making her yelp in surprise and pain. She stumbled back, clutching her nose as she tried to control the flood of emotions coursing through her.

Mina got up immediately and made her way over to Y/N. She didn't mean to hurt her, that hadn't been her intention. She was only trying to do a move with a handstand that she'd managed to execute a few weeks ago, but something went wrong and it didn't go as she'd planned. Her concern for Y/N outweighed all other fears, "Are you alright?" She was genuinely concerned, having never wanted to cause the girl any harm, especially while they were both competing. "Im so sorry I didn't mean to hurt you Im really-"

Mina didn't get a chance to finish her sentence as Bada and the other members pushed her away. Bada almost lost her shit when she spotted the blood pouring from Y/N's nose. She grabbed her head and moved her hand, wincing at the sight of the girl's bloody nose.

"It hurts," Y/N said through clenched teeth, a few tears escaping despite her best efforts, the pain was becoming too much for her to control. Her competitors gathered around, a look of concern on their faces as they watched her struggle.

"Is she alright?"

"What happened?"

"That kick was nasty, her nose is probably broken"

Even the judges stood up, trying to see if she was alright.

"Paramedics are on the way Bada you go with her," Kang Daniel told the tall girl and she nodded, her hands still shaking. She grabbed Y/N's arms, but the girl refused to move.

"No, I need to see who won," Y/N said with determination, and Bada looked at her dumbfounded.

The judges were left shocked and speechless, yet they decided to continue with the show.

"So we're just gonna ignore what happened at the end and focus on the rest?" Monika stated, and the other two nodded in agreement. Y/N stared at the judges, feeling anxious yet hopeful for the win. When she saw the blue cards raised, she immediately threw herself into Bada's arms, holding her tightly in a hug.

Mina clapped, her eyes clouded with tears. She turned to Y/N and gave a deep bow. "You deserved that, and I'm really sorry I didn't mean to hurt you."

Y/N offered Mina a small smile and said, "Good work." She knew that Mina hadn't intended to kick her, but that wouldn't change the fact that she had said unpleasant things about her earlier and she wasn't going to forgive her

Bada still glared at the leader, grabbing Y/N's hands and moving backstage where the paramedics were already in place. The two of them sat down on chairs, as the paramedics worked on checking Y/N's nose. Bada was still holding Y/N's hand tightly

"You're gonna break my hand," Y/N managed to say, cracking a smile

"Shut up, you don't know how worried I am," Bada muttered.

"At least I won," Y/N teased the older girl, drawing a groan from her.

"Y/N, it's not the time to joke, you're hurt," Bada chided her girlfriend, now in a more caring tone.

"Good news," the paramedic told them. "It's not broken, but I'll be placing some cottons just in case she bleeds again, which is normal after a hard kick."

"Thank you," Y/N and Bada thanked the paramedic as he exited the room. As Y/N leaned on Bada's shoulder, she cursed when she accidentally hit her nose.

"Yah, do you want to bleed again?" Bada scolded her.

"Sorry," Y/N laughed. "I was too excited to hug you." She placed her hands on her waist, still smiling despite the pain.

"Idiot," Bada chuckled, placing a kiss on top of her head. They stayed like that for a few minutes until Y/N spoke breaking the silence

"Baby?"

"Yeah?" Bada looked at her girlfriend who was already looking at her

"Would you still love me if I was a member of Deep n' DAP?" Y/N smirked as Bada's smile faltered. Y/N knew that Bada absolutely hated the rival team, and she was having fun teasing her because of it.

Bada let out a frustrated sigh as she heard her lover's words "No"

"Hey," Y/N smacked Bada's shoulder lightly, causing her to laugh in response.

"I was kidding, of course I would," Bada said with a hint of playfulness. "I'd make you change teams."

"Hm, that wouldn't be hard, you're very convincing," Y/N agreed

Bada pecked Y/N's lips, being careful to not hit her nose. "You did really good today," she told her, "I'm proud of you. I love you."

"I love you more," Y/N replied, blushing, and she leaned her head on Bada's shoulder. She felt safe and comforted with Bada, she was one of the only people who could bring out this side of her, and Y/n loved it.

[j1unglvr]

hello! I’d like to request a drunk + clingy bada fic / headcannons? HEEHEHEHEH FANK YEW

drunk bada lee x reader

a/n: sorry for the long wait! i hope you enjoy the request!

There is nothing cuter than Bada Lee when she is out of her mind drunk.

Extra talkative and clingy.

“I missed you so much honey~”

Trying to drag drunk Bada into bed is such a hassle, it knocks the breath out of you.

“If you wanted to spend time with me, you could have just said that. No need to push me on the bed s/o”

Actually never knows when to stop talking.

Bada always attempts to show you that she’s sober but ends up falling back onto the bed.

“I don’t feel so good…It’s hot in here..”

Brings you down on the bed with her and suffocates you with hugs after you fall for her trick.

Can’t keep her hands to herself. One of her fingers needs to be on one part of your body.

Complains and whines when you try to push her away.

“Why are you pushing me away?… You don’t love me anymore??”

Please kiss her and apologize or she’ll be pouting the whole night.

“s/o, i’ll change my clothes later! I just want one kiss first!”

For the past 10 minutes, Bada has been trying to give you affection instead of getting cleaned up.

You rolled your eyes at her statement, digging in the dresser to find a pair of fresh clean clothes.

“I’ll give you a kiss after you change. You smell like alcohol Bada”. You tossed the article of clothing to her then sit down on the bed.

You helped your girlfriend get changed while she rambled about her night and cling onto you.

Listening to her talk about her day so passionately made you admire her lovingly not noticing that she stopped rambling minutes ago.

Bada gives you a small smile, burying her face in your chest, hands sliding up and down your back.

“Hey, I haven’t gotten my kiss yet… You need to kiss me now or i’ll be sad”

Her face was tilted up at a perfect angle, lips ready to be kissed.

Leaning down, your lips was pressed against Bada’s softly while a cheeky grin plastered across her face.

She pulled away slowly, face inches apart from yours then whispered quietly.

“I don’t think that kiss was enough… I need a couple more”

Flipping you over with ease, the night was continued with Bada receiving affection that she missed out on while she was away drinking with friends.