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hiphop teacher!bada x heels teacher!reader
You are a heels teacher at a dance studio and start hearing rumors around the students about the cool hiphop teacher having a crush on you.
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warning: slowburn, party, making out, neck kissing, fluffy/romantic, love blossoming <3
a/n: it was supposed to be smallđ but I just kept writing and writing until it got this long, I tried to make it shorter but I think it turned out so cuteđ„ș I hope everyone enjoys, and shoutout to my bestie for requesting!đđ©”
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âthatâs it for today, guys! practice at home, I will wait for you all next week! thank you for comingâ You say in a kind tone, smile on your lips as you clapped and bowed to thank your students, you heard claps sounds and âthank you, teacherâ as an answer from them.
You walked to get your bag and gather your stuff, some students came to you and asked for some tips about the choreography, some praised your teaching and technique, you gladly answered all of them with that sweet smile. You loved your students, and was so occupied talking with them that you didnât notice when the next teacher walked in with her students.
Bada Lee, or the attractive hiphop teacher like the students called. She was an amazing dancer, still young but very talented and was growing constantly into the field. Bada was tall, her boyish clothes and mysterious personality created a cool aura, and every student talked about how attractive she was. You never got to talk to her besides the work related stuff, but you knew she was an amazing teacher and also known for being harsh and strict.
Bada walked in and placed her bag by the floor, fishing her phone out of her pocket to connect to the bluetooth speaker, but to her surprise it wouldnât connect. You were still unaware, smiling as you heard your students speak. Bada glanced at you and sighed, and decided to walk towards the circle of people around you.
âexcuse me, hey darling, can you check if your phone isnât still connected to the speaker?â Badaâs voice was softer than you imagined, she was tall so you could see her standing behind the group of people around you, she looked at you by lifting her head a little so you could see her face under the cap she had on.
The crowd of students around you couldnât help but notice the way Bada spoke to you, even using a sweet nickname. They kept eyeb focused on both of you while exchanging glances at each other.
âoh, I am so sorry! yes, I forgot my phone connectedâ guys, we will see each other next week, text me if you want to say anything, okay? go back home safelyâ Your eyes widened slightly and you bid your goodbyes to your pupils, they left slowly and soon the crowd was gone.
âI am so sorry, I havenât seen you walk inâ You apologize to Bada while taking your phone in the stereo table and disconnecting the bluetooth, your voice sounded gentle and kind, apologetic.
Bada followed you and her eyes landed on your bare legs by mistake. But who could blame her though? You had small shorts on and those high dancing heels that made your legs look longer and your thighs exposedâ
âitâs okay, students are our precious jams and we have to give them attention, I knowâ Bada spoke, looking down at her phone now, head low so you couldnât see her blushing cheeks behind the cap. Her voice was surprisingly soft and feminine, compared to her tough and aggressive looks, and you smiled at her comprehensive answer.
âyouâre right! here, speaker is free. have a good class, byeâ You say gently and wave at her, bowing with your head before walking away.
Your heels clicking on the floor made you feel a little self conscious suddenly, Badaâs students saw you too and they bowed when you walked past them. Bada finally started to play a song so the silence was not awkward anymore, you quickly took a seat by the side couches and took off your heels, putting on sweatpants on top of the small shorts and sneakers, all of that in extra fast speed because you felt a little shy.
You didnât notice, but Badaâs gaze was on you the whole time. She commanded stretching moves loudly above the song, her body barely moving while she admired you, the cute way you bit your lower lip while trying to get dressed fast. You didnât notice, but her students did, and they exchanged knowing looks.
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On the next day you arrived at the studio and notice a different atmosphere, the students looked at you and started whispering to each other, subtly but you noticed. You were about to walk in the teacherâs office when you heard a student go:
âthatâs her! the one teacher Bada has a crush onâ
You closed the door behind you fast, the words echoing in your head. It didnât make sense at all, Bada never talked to you more than âhello; or disconnect your phone from the speaker; or I will use the last practice room today; or byeâ.
It was a little confusing, but you were determined to start noticing more on her from now on.
Today you arrived earlier at the studio for a meeting with the principal, she shared with you ideas about a party for the teachers and students before the summer break, and asked you to help her out at organizing . You gladly agreed, you liked this part of being participative and organizing fun things. The principal said the only teacher she hasnât talked to yet was Bada, and asked you to go to her class upstairs and tell her about it and let her students know.
I am screwed, you thought. But before you could say anything she was already leaving the office and waving her goodbyes.
You took a deep breath and proceeded to get changed for your class later, today your outfit was a tight cropped shirt and small exercising shorts, you had a hoodie on top to cover until the class started and your usual black heels. You were already walking towards your classroom when suddenly you remembered the principal asked you to talk to Bada, and you cursed under your breath, walking towards her classroom instead.
The sound of music could be heard when you approached the door of the practice room, Badaâs voice counting above the song signaled she was focused on teaching. You peeked through the glass window on the door, waiting for the right moment to walk in.
When she walked to her phone and stopped the music you saw the perfect opportunity and walked in.
Some students turned their heads and greeted you with a polite bow, Bada noticed the moving around the room and glanced at where they were looking, just to see you standing by the door, smiling and bowing your head back to everyone.
Sheâs so kind, Bada thought.
âhey, come inâ Bada spoke, making you look
at her immediately. Bada felt her cheeks blush a little when your gaze locked to hers, you also felt a heat grow on your cheeks and you kinda felt like running away. But at her confirmation words you smiled - professionally - and walked towards her.
âsorry for interrupting your class, teacher Bada. The principal asked me to come talk to you about the announcement of a party we are holding by the end of the month, just so you can let your students know and whoever itâs interested in coming should give their names by the receptionâ Your voice was calm and low, Bada took one step closer to hear you, her eyes looking down at your face focused on your words.
But to be honest, she could barely focus on what you said. Your lips moving were soundless to her, your shiny eyes under the colored lights of the studio, those damn legs that looked so softâ
âI am sorry⊠can you repeat that?â
Bada spoke in a small voice after long seconds of silence, a little embarrassed tone to it, while she looked at your face with her big eyes.
You wanted to chuckle, she looked cute, but you held yourself back and just nodded, repeating your words slower this time. Bada nodded to show she was listening.
âokay, now I got it! thank you, sweetheartâ Bada said, but her own cheeks blushed after she called you the sweet nickname.
âyouâre welcome, and sorry again! have a good classâ You smile softly and bow your head, Bada shook her hands in the air and you saw the corner of her lips lift up. Bada was smiling.
âno no, itâs fine! you can come anytime you wantâ Her voice was soft but loud enough for some of the students to hear.
You got a little surprised to hear that, until now you thought Bada was a cold person like everyone said around the studio, but towards you she was not.
âokay⊠make sure to come to the party too, itâs also for the teachersâ You speak one last time before turning around to leave, your voice sounding velvety to Badaâs ears and she smiled this time, nodding with her head.
You walked out and her gaze followed your back, her fingers came up to her lips and she pinched them, an unconscious reaction that showed how messed up she was inside. The silence of the room suddenly made Bada remember she was still in class, and her students looked at her with knowing looks and smirks, clearly noticing everything.
Bada tried to act nonchalant, coughing and walking towards the middle of the room again, but her blushing cheeks gave her away. The students chuckled a little, surprised to see this side of their stoic-faced quiet teacher.
âguys, the studio is holding a party by the end of the month, if you are interested in attending you can give your name by the reception. itâs going to be fun before our summer break so I hope you guys enjoy itâ Bada spoke, trying to get back together and speak normally. The students cheered excitedly with the news, and Bada was glad they got distracted from her current state.
âare you going too, teacher? it will be funâ One of the girls asked, calling Badaâs attention.
âright! maybe there will be nice people from other classesâ Another one adds to tease Bada, making the other giggle.
âI am so excited to meet the heels students, they seem⊠nice!â
Her students kept teasing Bada and she tried to look serious again, but her cheeks tinted pink couldnât be taken seriously.
âstop, all of you! letâs go back to the class⊠where was I?â She shyly tries to get hold of the class again, but her mind was too busy on your beautiful looks to remember the choreo, making the pupils laugh even more at her cute state.
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The end of the month arrived faster than Bada expected. She was so busy on the three last weeks, teaching, choreographing for upcoming competitions, and even giving support to her mother at home, everything all at once. So you imagine her surprised face when she saw the other teachers talking about the party tomorrow night and she face palmed herself. Right, the studio party was this weekend, tomorrow to be exact, and she couldnât even remember.
One thing she couldnât forget though was about you. Everyday she arrived at the studio her big puppy eyes searched for your figure, and she stared, but was too shy to say anything. Badaâs students kept teasing her about you, talking about you and asking her why she stared so much. And she noticed that too, but couldnât understand why.
No one called her attention usually, she was not interested in anything but her work. She was quiet, introverted and mysterious, but you made she want to giggle and wave cutely every time she saw you. It was weird, a new feeling, like something she never had since high school. The way her heart beat fastened when hearing your voice in the room, or when you smiled at her, how she couldnât stop checking on your social media and watching your dancing videos over and over again. Okay maybe she had a crush on you, and the realization made her hands reach her head and mess her hair aggressively while groaning annoyed.
At home she took extra time to choose an outfit for the party, messing her whole closet just to come up with something good. She wanted to impress.
On Saturday night, the studio was full of people. The crowd of students having fun in dim lighten room, speakers blasting upbeat songs and loud sounds of laughing echoing around.
Bada arrived in slow steps, checking around the environment. She looked calm, a contrast to the desperation earlier she had while trying to choose an outfit for the party, messing her whole closet just to come up with something good. She wanted to impress.
She had her usual baggy jeans, sneakers and a cropped white top, a black jacket on top and her long hair was loose and resting on her shoulders beautifully. She was impressing indeed, students and other teachers praised her beauty and she just nodded thankfully. She only wanted to impress one person tonight.
And there you were. Talking with Tatter, another teacher, while laughing, you used casual clothes very different from the revealing ones you had when teaching. Your legs were covered tonight and Bada sighed in relief, but also wished deep down she could see them again. Your waist and stomach were exposed by the small top you had on and Bada couldnât stop but wonder how her hands would close around your small waist.
She shook her head and blushed from her neck to her ears and decided to take something to drink and wash the wild thoughts away.
âBada! come hereâ Tatter called her immediately when she noticed her presence. Bada was a little embarrassed but walked towards both of you trying to look cool.
Your eyes met hers when both of you looked at the same time, her eyes focusing on your face and how beautiful you looked with makeup on. She had applied some makeup too, to impress you.
âhey!â You say softly with a smile, Bada literally sighs with her gaze fixed on your face. She was so cute.
âhey⊠you look amazingâ Bada answers after some time, her voice soft and velvety.
âyou too, I loved the makeupâ You compliment her back and she blushes a little, tearing her gaze away to hide it. She didnât expect you to notice the effort she was putting into this.
Both of you were unaware but Tatter was focused on the interaction, smiling like she was enjoying. The rumors reached the teachers and now she could understand why the students kept saying you guys had a chemistry. Tatter was one of the only ones Bada talked to, and she knew her well enough to know Bada was not like this around everyone, you caught her heart for real.
Tatter called both of you over to join the other teachers, a lively group gathered together, laughing loudly and chatting about all sorts of random things. Bada was fully aware of your presence in front of her. Every now and then, the two of you exchanged glances, and though she tried not to stare for too long, it was difficult. You looked stunning tonight, and it was impossible not to notice.
You werenât even sure how or when it happened, but at some point Bada ended up standing right beside you. Probably the result of the constant shifting as people moved around the group. Whatever conversation was happening faded into background noise, because all you could focus on was the subtle brush of Badaâs shoulder against yours. After a few minutes, her hand came to rest lightly on your lower back, the touch sending a small wave of warmth through you.
The party carried on with energy. Everyone laughing, taking pictures, enjoying themselves. As the night wore on and the clock ticked later, many of the younger students began to leave, leaving behind only the older ones and the teachers. Bottles of alcohol appeared mysteriously on the table, no one knew who brought them, but no one questioned it either. People started drinking freely, and the dance floor at the center of the room came alive. It wasnât just dancing anymore, it was a showcase, with people jumping into the circle to flaunt their best moves while the crowd cheered them on.
One of your friends grabbed your hand and pulled you into the middle of the floor. You followed a bit hesitantly at first, but slowly, your body relaxed and you let go. You started moving to the rhythm, playful at first, then in a more free way, letting the music carry you.
From across the room, Bada couldnât take her eyes off you. At first, she smiled at your lighthearted dancing, but the more you connected with the music, the more captivated she became. You were glowing under the colored lights, your big smile lighting up your face, one hand in your hair while your hips swayed to the beat, your lower lip caught between your teeth.
Your eyes found hers.
You tried to play it cool, dancing as if you hadnât noticed her gaze, but your eyes remained locked. Bada caught the message, biting her lower lip in return, a quiet confirmation that she was definitely into it.
Your dance shifted, becoming more teasing, more intentional, all while holding her stare. Bada noticed. She crossed her arms, clenching her jaw slightly, clearly affected. You smiled and called her by curling your finger. To your surprise, she came.
She moved toward you with slow, confident steps, a teasing smile on her lips. At first, her movements matched your playful energy, but soon she was showing off her skills, her body flowing effortlessly with the rhythm. Bada was in her element, and it showed. Every movement precise and fluid. At one point, she slipped off her jacket mid-dance, earning cheers from the crowd. Her arms now bare, she danced harder, more intensely. Your eyes trailed over her, drawn to the strength and grace in every motion. You two were enjoying the moment together, having fun while dancing and exchanging glances.
Then someone bumped into her shoulder, causing her to stumble slightly closer to you. She looked surprised for a split second, but then her eyes flicked to yours, and she smirked. Without missing a beat, she matched your movements again, this time even closer. Her hand found your waist, her touch sending another rush through you. The world around you faded; it felt like just the two of you now, bodies moving in sync.
But the moment didnât last long.
The music changed abruptly, the beat shifting into something wild, and the crowd surged. People jumped and shouted around you, and just like that, the two of you were pulled apart. You searched for her, your heart racingâ and then you saw her again, just for a second. Your eyes met, and she gave you one last smirk before disappearing into the crowd, swallowed by the chaos.
You let out a big sigh, your head a little dizzy from the loud music, the alcohol shot you got and Badaâs effect on you. You decided to go to the bathroom to freshen up a little, splash some water on your face or something.
You looked at yourself in the mirror, fixing your messed hair and the clothes on your body from all the dancing. Before you could think of anything else, Bada walked inside the bathroom and she looked surprised, like she wasnât totally expecting you to be there. The door clicked shut behind her as she kept her eyes on you. You stared back through the mirror, the way you two looked at each other spoke louder than words.
Bada looked at you like she was asking for something, her eyes soft but full of intent. And the way you fluttered your big eyelashes at her in return, innocent yet knowing, was all the confirmation she needed. Without a single word, she walked closer with confident steps, standing behind you just inches away, the warmth of her body radiating at your back.
Her hand came to rest gently on your exposed waist, fingers brushing over your skin with care. You didnât pull away. Instead, you leaned into her, just slightly, allowing your back to rest against her chest. That subtle shift was signal enough for Bada, and she accepted the silent invitation like it was the most natural thing in the world.
She lowered her head slowly, lips grazing the side of your neck in a teasing kiss that sent a shiver down your spine. A hum of satisfaction escaped her lips, low and quiet, while your own breath hitched, your body reacting just as instinctively as hers.
Before you could even process the sensation, Bada gently turned your body to face her, guiding you until your lower back met the edge of the sink behind you. Her hands settled firmly on your waist, gentle but possessive, as if she couldnât bear to let you slip an inch away. Then she leaned in, and her lips met yours in a kiss that was slow, careful but full of buildup tension.
You melted into it.
Your hands moved on their own, resting on her shoulders as you closed your eyes, savoring the way her lips moved against yours. There was something dizzying about it, how soft she was, yet how she kissed like she meant every second of it. Her lips tasted impossibly good, sweet with the faint tang of something minty, like she'd just chewed gum or sipped a cold drink.
Bada deepened the kiss gradually, her body pressing closer, and when her tongue traced your lower lip in a silent request, you responded without hesitation. Your lips parted faster than you intended, and a soft, involuntary sound escaped from the back of your throat as her tongue slipped into your mouth. She kissed you with such confidence, such control, that your legs got weak.
You clutched her shoulders for balance, but even that wasnât enough to steady you.
When you both finally parted for air, your chests were rising and falling in sync. Bada trailed her mouth downward, lips brushing over the skin of your jaw and neck as if she couldnât bear to waste a single second away from you. One of your hands found its way to the back of her head, your fingers tangling in her hair as you tilted your head to the side, exposing more of your neck to her touch.
She took full advantage of the access, her lips sucking gently, then nipping at the sensitive skin. The sensation was intense, deliciously so, and you were certain her kisses would leave behind a mark. Her grip on your hips tightened, pulling you flush against her body, and you gasped softly at the closeness.
You could feel the beat of her heart through her chest, the way her body molded perfectly to yours. Everything about this moment, her hands, her lips, her warmth felt so right, so impossibly perfect, that you forgot about the rest of the world completely.
It was just you and Bada.
And the way she touched you like you were something sacred.
The air felt heavier now, charged with something electric and intimate. Bada's lips lingered at your neck for a moment longer, as if trying to memorize the taste of your skin. When she finally pulled back slightly, her dark eyes met yours, unreadable, but burning with something that made your breath catch in your throat.
She didnât speak. She didnât need to.
Her gaze traveled down your face, lingering at your lips, then your throat, and lower. pausing just briefly before returning to your eyes again. It was like she was checking, asking silently if this was still okay, still mutual, even though your body had already answered her a dozen times over.
You gave the smallest nod, just a tilt of your chin, but it was enough. Her thumb brushed your waist slowly, like she was grounding you, then moved to trace gentle circles against your side. You leaned into her touch instinctively, the rest of your body still flush against the cool marble of the sink, which only made her body feel even warmer.
Bada leaned in again, this time slower, more deliberate. Her lips pressed to your collarbone, and her nose brushed your skin as she moved softly and intimate in a way that made you tremble under her. Every kiss she placed there was careful, like she was trying to slow the moment down, stretch it out just so she could savor you longer.
âI didnât expect it to feel this rightâŠâ she murmured in a quiet tone, almost to herself, while lifting her head from your neck.
You dared to look at her now, really look. Her expression was softer than youâd ever seen it, her confidence still there but wrapped in something more vulnerable, more real. And when she tilted her head to look into your eyes, there was no teasing smile or cocky smirk.
Just honesty. And hunger.
You reached up, letting your fingers gently tuck her hair behind her ear, and Bada leaned into your palm like it was the most natural thing in the world. That closeness made your chest ache, not with fear, but with something raw and unfamiliar.
Something real.
Then, without warning, she leaned in and kissed you again.
This time, the kiss was different, deeper, slower, but no less intense. It wasnât just lust anymore; it was something else, something that made your heart stutter and your lungs forget how to breathe. Her hands didnât wander, and neither did yours. They stayed where they were. Hers wrapped around your waist, yours caressing her face, holding each other like you were afraid to let go.
When she finally pulled back again, her forehead rested gently against yours, and you could feel her exhale softly, her breath brushing your lips.
âtell me to stop, if you want me to stop⊠I willâ she whispered.
But you didnât. You looked into her eyes, your lips still tingling, your pulse still racing, and all you could do was shake your head.
âdonât⊠please, donâtâ you breathed.
And just like that, she kissed you again, this time with the certainty of someone who knew exactly where she wanted to be.
With you.
âcan we⊠keep this going at my apartment?â Badaâs voice held a tone of vulnerability and despair, like she was scared of hearing your answer to her question but couldnât hold back anymore.
You admire her beauty, dazed eyes and swollen red lips, tinted with your lipstick, and smile. You nod with your head gently, biting your lower lip to hold a smile.
âtook us long enoughâ Your voice was soft, Bada chuckled weakly at your words and pecked your lips sweetly one more time. She took your hand in hers and pulled you towards the exit.
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