CHERRY 🍒

[forbebeandjam]

“ONE LOOK GIVE ‘EM WHIPLASH”

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⇢ Honey 🍯 | she/her

⇢ Occupation: freelance makeup artist and full time TA

⇢ Hobbies: writing, photography, dance, and editing.

⇢ INFP-T 💭 sensitive, creative, and a dreamer.

⇢ obsessed with XIN Liu, Bada Lee, and BTS

⇢MINORS DO NOT INTERACT⇠

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⇢ Master List

(wip are the crossed out ones)

⇢ WRITING RULES!

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{English is NOT my first language!!🤍🤭}

[forbebeandjam]

Yall I swear I’m working on book!! I’m still here!! Don’t forget about me!!

[g0matchi]

how am I supposed to let you go?

cast: (g!p) bada lee x zhao giianna (y/n x oc).

warnings: language, crack, angst, fake phone numbers

!! MOST TEXTS ARE FROM YOUR OC'S PERSPECTIVE !!

g0matchi — est. 2025 © do not copy, translate, or repost my works on other platform

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Still alive working in a Bada Lee book ON WATTPAD. I will drop a link if you guys wanna read it or post it here. I’ll drop a poll and to my dear friend who requested Tattoo Bada, I’m still working on it!! I won’t let you down!

Should I post the Bada fic here??

Yes!!🫶

Nooo! Drop the link!!

Voting ended onMar 9

[lunqq]

Hands in the dough

Bada Lee x Fem reader

Summary: In a small 1960s town where everyone assumes love has only one shape, working late in a bakery becomes the moment where desire, fear, and truth collide the instant Bada Lee steps too close.

Word Count: 4,300 words

Warning(s): Internalized Homophobia, Forbidden Relationship, Small Town Pressure.

The bell above the door rings one last time when the final customer of the day walks in.

An older woman, dressed in dark clothes, who buys the usual and leaves without looking at anyone. Rude, honestly, but she paid the bills. When the door closes, the silence falls heavy.

Bada doesn’t say anything. She removes her apron with a slow motion and hangs it on the wooden hook. Flour dusts her hands and forearms, a white constellation over her skin. You think that somewhere else it would be normal, invisible. Here, and to you, everything about her feels like too much… hot.

"You staying to close?" she asks at last, not quite looking at you as she gets ready.

You nod, even though you can’t remember if today was actually your turn. It doesn’t matter. Nothing really matters when she’s the one asking.

You work in silence, cleaning, stacking trays, slowly shutting the oven down, ending another long shift like every other day.

"They say you’re going to stay here your whole life," she says suddenly, almost casually.

The comment surprises you, though you know that being the daughter of a family with big accomplishments, more was expected of you than working in a small bakery. What no one knew was that you were only here to pay rent and eat while studying what you truly loved.

"That’s what they say about everyone," you reply with a soft laugh.

Now she looks at you. A direct look, without the constant detour you’re used to in this town.

"And what do you say?"

You shrug. No one has ever really asked you that. You’ve never considered that saying something else was a real option.

"I don’t know."

Bada smiles slightly. Not mocking, not tender, something else you can’t quite define yet.

"Neither do I," she says. "But I don’t think this place is everything."

You feel a knot tighten in your chest. Not because of what she says, but because of how she says it. Like she’s already decided something. Like she’s living one step ahead, even here, among old wooden walls and inherited recipes.

You finish closing up. The bakery stays dim, filled with the smell of bread that clings to your clothes and never goes away. Your cat hates it. You walk together toward the door. Outside, the night is cool, which is why you’ve always liked leaving at night.

Before stepping out, Bada stops. She’s too close. You can count her breaths.

"Don’t listen to what they say," she murmurs. "Most people just repeat what they were taught not to question."

You don’t know what to answer. You don’t know if she means the future, the town, or you.

She opens the door and the night air rushes in. Before crossing, she looks at you once more.

"See you tomorrow."

And she leaves.

You stay a second longer inside the bakery, hand on the doorframe, heart racing, carrying a new certainty. Uncomfortable and beautiful at the same time.

Something in you has shifted.

...

The next morning, the town wakes under a low fog that smells like damp firewood and routine. At the bakery, the day starts before sunrise. You usually hate that, but today you arrive early. Too early. And, as always, Bada is already there.

Her sleeves are rolled up, her hair tied back without much care. She doesn’t look surprised to see you.

"You’re up early," she says, still working.

"I couldn’t sleep," you answer, and you hate yourself a little for the honesty.

She glances up for a second. Her eyes hold yours just long enough for something between you to settle differently. She doesn’t ask why.

You knead dough together. It’s warm, almost alive. Bada shows you how to press better, how to fold without tearing. She steps behind you, too close. Her hands cover yours.

"Like this," she murmurs.

Her breath brushes your ear. You feel her chest against your back. The gesture is practical, innocent, but your body doesn’t understand excuses. Your skin prickles.

"Relax your shoulders," she adds.

You try. You fail.

Her hands linger a second longer than necessary. You notice. She does too. She doesn’t pull away right away.

The sound of the door opening snaps you apart. A customer enters. A man who stares too much and smiles too little. Bada steps forward, putting on her neutral expression, the one no one ever questions.

You serve him as if nothing happened.

But something did.

When the shop empties again, the silence returns, charged. You clean a table that’s already clean. Bada approaches with a tray.

"You turned red," she says quietly.

"It’s hot here" you reply.

She lets out a short, real laugh.

"You always find a reason."

She leans to set the tray down and her shoulder brushes yours. This time it’s not an accident. She doesn’t move away. Neither do you.

"Everyone here acts like they know who they are," she continues, almost to herself. "Like there aren’t other ways to feel."

You look at her. There’s tension in her jaw, something restrained.

"And you?" you ask. "Do you know who you are?"

Bada watches you for a long moment. Then she lifts her hand and wipes a bit of flour from your cheek with her thumb. The touch is slow. Deliberate.

"More than I should," she says. "Less than they let me."

The world seems to pause in that small gesture. No kisses. No big words. Just her hand on your face and an unspoken truth hanging between you.

Outside, someone walks by. Laughs. Life goes on.

Bada lowers her hand, but her eyes stay.

"Be careful," she warns. "This town notices when things change."

You nod. You know she’s right, but you also know it’s already too late to pretend you don’t feel anything.

...

The afternoon drifts by slowly. The bread is in the oven and there’s nothing left to do but wait. The bakery fills with a heavy warmth, with a silence different from the morning’s. Outside, the town keeps moving.

You sit on the wooden bench by the wall. Bada leans against the worktable, arms crossed. The oven crackles. Flour floats in the low light coming through the window.

"It’ll take a while," she says.

You nod. You don’t move. You feel like if you do, everything inside you will spill out uncontrollably.

A few long seconds pass.

"Bada…" you start, your voice smaller than you want it to be.

She looks at you immediately. Attentive. Present.

"Tell me."

You swallow.

"I don’t feel the same since I met you."

There’s no drama. You say it like something inevitable. The oven keeps time with your breathing.

"I was seeing someone," you continue. "A guy. Everyone thought that was right."

You pause. It’s hard to look at her, but you don’t look away.

"And he was. Or at least I thought so. But now…" you shake your head. "I don’t feel the same. Not with him. Not like I do here, with you."

The silence thickens. Bada doesn’t interrupt. She doesn’t run.

"And that makes me feel like shit," you whisper. "Because it’s not supposed to happen. Because he didn’t do anything wrong. Because this…" you gesture to the space between you, "doesn’t fit anywhere, but…"

You press your hands to your knees.

"With you I don’t have to pretend," you add. "It’s not the same. Everything moves."

Bada looks down for a moment. Takes a deep breath. When she meets your eyes again, there’s no playfulness left.

"You’re not a bad person for feeling," she says slowly. "What would be cruel is living a lie just to keep other people comfortable."

She steps closer. She still doesn’t touch you.

"This town teaches you to apologize for things that aren’t mistakes."

Your throat tightens.

"But I’m scared," you admit. "Of myself. Of what it means. Of what you make me feel."

Bada reaches out. This time she does touch you. Her fingers wrap around yours, firm. Warm. Anchoring.

"I’m scared too," she confesses. "The difference is I won’t let it decide for me."

Her eyes search yours.

"I’m not asking you for anything," she continues. "Just don’t lie to yourself. Or to me."

The oven makes a louder sound. The bread moves forward, unseen, changing.

Your thumb brushes the back of her hand. Small. Intentional.

"Thank you for listening," you say. "I didn’t know where to put all of this."

"Here," she answers without hesitation, placing her free hand over her own chest. "Here is fine."

The bread is almost ready. The heat is thick, clinging to your skin. You don’t talk. You don’t need to.

Bada stays close. Too close. Her hand still holds yours, like letting go isn’t an option either of you is considering. You feel her pulse. Fast. Just like yours.

"Look at me," she says.

You do.

She doesn’t smile. There’s something dark in her expression, focused. Desire without decoration. She steps closer, slow, giving you time to stop her.

You don’t.

Her lips brush yours first, barely. A test. One second where your whole body tenses. Then she comes back, surer. She kisses you without care, without learned tenderness. It tastes like finally, like restrained hunger.

Your fingers clutch her shirt. The world narrows to mouths colliding, shared breath, heat that has nothing to do with the oven. Bada tilts her head, deepening the kiss. She doesn’t overpower you, but she doesn’t hold back.

You let out a low sound, surprised by yourself. It fuels her. Her hand slides to your waist, pressing you against the worktable. The cold wood clashes with her body.

"Bada…" you whisper, unsure if it’s a warning or a plea.

"Shh," she answers against your mouth. "Don’t think."

And then the bell.

The sound hits like a blow.

Bada pulls away instantly. Too fast. Her face shifts in a fraction of a second. Professional. Cold. The mask is back in place.

It takes you longer. Your heart is in your throat. You fix your clothes with clumsy hands, lips still warm, body traitorous.

"Anyone there?" a voice calls from outside.

"Yes," Bada replies firmly. "Coming."

She steps away. She doesn’t look at you, not because she doesn’t want to, but because she knows she won’t be able to pretend if she does.

A man from town enters. He looks around, his gaze lingering on the two of you a moment too long. You feel heat rush to your face again.

"I’m here for the bread," he says. "They told me it was ready."

"Just in time," Bada answers, pulling it from the oven.

While she serves him, you lean against the wall, trying to steady yourself. The kiss still vibrates on your lips. The desire doesn’t disappear. It hides. Sharpens.

The man leaves. The door closes.

Silence.

Bada places her hands on the table, breathing deeply. Finally, she looks at you.

There’s no apology on her face. No regret.

"That wasn’t careful," she says.

"No… it wasn’t," you reply.

She steps closer again. This time she doesn’t kiss you. She stops right in front of you.

"We need to be careful," she adds. "Very."

"I know."

Her fingers brush yours lightly, like a postponed promise.

"But I won’t pretend it didn’t happen," she continues. "And I won’t touch you again until you’re sure of what you want."

You swallow.

"But I am sure of what I feel," you say.

She holds your gaze. The air between you stays charged. Uneasy. Wanting.

"Then get ready," she whispers. "Because once you cross that little line," she traces it along your waist, "there’s no going back."

And then she kisses you quickly.

And for the first time, instead of fear, what you feel is desire.

What do you say, part 2??

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Sweet & Bitter | Bada Lee x Reader | fluff, smut, angst part 3

A/N: Let’s pretend it hasn’t been almost a year since I’ve updated this fic…🤫

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Aiki knew Bada's feelings would be in a twist. She knew that when she saw you and her hugging, Bada would want to fight for you. 

That's how Bada has been since they were in high school. She wanted to beat Aiki in everything. When Aiki got 1st rank spot, Bada pulled all-nighters to beat Aiki to that rank. When they went to college, Aiki opted to be a secretary at a law firm, and Bada decided to be a lawyer. 

It was nothing personal. Bada's parents simply pressured her to always do better than her cousin. When Aiki had her child and then a divorce, Bada's parents let Bada a bit loose, thinking Aiki had already ruined her life. 

But you... that was a different situation. Bada's parents saw you as a naive child who didn't have the right qualifications for Bada. They wanted their only daughter to marry someone like Redlic. Someone with a well-known image and a strong personality. 

Bada didn't care anymore. She didn't want you to get hurt, so she stayed away from you for a while, but once she saw Aiki touch you...

-

The following morning, you stepped out of the door to go to your class. When you turned around, you saw Bada standing in front of you with a wide smile. 

"Hey, let me give you a ride," she said. 

"It's a ten-minute walk. Don't worry about it," you said and brushed her off, walking past her car. She sighed and tried to go after you, but then she spotted Aiki and sighed. 

Aiki approached you and started walking with you. Bada poked the side of her cheek with her tongue as she threw her head back. She was furious, but she knew she couldn't do anything against Aiki or you'd be mad at her. 

-

And so days passed, and you were with Aiki almost every day. A walk in the park, a cafe date, or even just sipping on wine at her house would distract you from Bada. Though it only worked for a few hours. Aiki would never give up the opportunity.

You knew that deep inside, you were still hurting because of Bada. You were thinking that you might be able to heal the more time you spent with Aiki, but... that wasn't the case. 

Your thoughts were filled with Bada. Everything made you think of her, and the memories weren't painful. They made you smile and blush until you were reminded of Redlic. That would hurt, but you'd brush it off. 

One evening, Aiki cleared her schedule and sent her daughter to her ex-husband so she could spend some time with you. Once she picked you up and took you to her house, she made you a small meal, and then you two started talking on the couch as soft music was playing. 

She occasionally played with your hair as she talked to you. She then started playing with the hem of your skirt, grazing your thigh, and she could tell you were starting to react. Her hand kept moving up your thigh until your breath hitched. 

In the blink of an eye, she was on top of you, and you two were passionately making out. Your hands were in her hair, and her hands were roaming your body. In between kisses, you opened your eyes. 

Bada was on top of you, and she looked as beautiful as ever. She was looking at you with teary eyes and smiled. You blinked again, and she was gone. Aiki was on top of you, and you pressed your hand on her chest, signaling her to stop, and she did. 

"Are you alright?" she said as she sat up and helped you. 

"I'm sorry. I... I don't think I am ready," you said as you tried to catch your breath. 

"Hey, it's fine. We don't have to do anything," she said as she rubbed your back. 

"No... You don't understand. I can't do this. I am not ready, and as much as I love you, I can't get Bada out of my head. I don't want to hurt you and... I'm also hurting. I'm sorry..." You let your head down with tears threatening to fall. 

She hugged you tightly. 

"I know. You love her, and those feelings won't go away anytime soon. So please take your time, okay?" she said, and you nodded as you wiped the tears that had managed to escape. 

"Why don't you go home and just rest? Sleep it off and maybe you'll feel better tomorrow." Your heart was touched by how caring she was, so you listened to her advice. You fixed yourself and picked up your things. 

She gave you a ride home, and the entire car ride was silent. You looked out of the window, thinking about Bada. What could she be doing right now? Solving a case? Hanging out with her friends? Could she be thinking about you like you were thinking about her?

"Y/N..." Aiki's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you softly apologized. You got out of the car, and she walked with you. 

"Thank you for everything, Aiki. You really are such an amazing friend." 

"That's what I'm here for," she said with a wink. 

"Oh, and Y/N?" she said, making you freeze before turning the door handle. You looked at her. 

"I am going to regret this, but... If you really love Bada, you should probably talk things out. Get everything sorted. I think that would help you a lot," she said. You nodded before going into the room and taking a big sigh.

You almost broke down then and there till you saw something on the floor. It looked like an envelope. You picked it up and looked inside it. There was a note with a photo. A photo of you and Bada at a family picnic. You two were sprawled on the flower friend, and she snapped a picture. 

The note read, "The smile that made me fall for her. A smile more beautiful than any flower," 

You sighed and placed the note next to your heart, trying to cherish the memory. 

-

Bada was caught up at work. Her latest case was a disaster, and she tried to put things together for trial when her mother and Redlic walked in. She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. 

"I told you I am busy. I don't want you coming here while I'm working," Bada said as she proceeded to look at the papers on her desk. 

"Listen, Bada. I know you are still hostile about this arranged marriage, but Red is the girl for you. She had a good career, and her father needed our help more than anything. Please just listen to me,"

"Mom... just because Red's dad was a successful businessman and needs money doesn't mean anything to me. I am not going to marry her," Bada said, not looking up. 

"You listen to me. You will do as I say and marry Redlic, you hear me? She will be able to provide what Y/N could never give you. A family..." her mother said. 

"I don't care if she got knocked up by some fuckboy. I will not take care of a baby that is not mine. She is not my responsibility," she said, finally looking up, but she was met with a slap to the face by her mother. 

"How dare you talk back to me? I have done everything in my power to ensure your good life. Marrying a man with a child was my mistake, and now it's your turn to help me," she said. Bada scoffed. 

"It blows my mind how you would rather help your ex-boyfriend's daughter than me. But that's okay, Step-mother. I have always done everything in my power to please you and my father. I was always silenced, but that is over. I will live how I want to and you can't stop me," Bada said.

"Yeah, right. And how exactly will you do that?" her mother said. 

"I think you forgot that this is not my exclusive office, and there is a camera on every corner of this room. Everyone will see how you assaulted a lawyer, and everyone will know the truth about Redlic and your intentions with my father. It will all be revealed, so watch yourself." 

The older woman's eyes grew wider, and the fury in her eyes was visible. Redlic grabbed the woman's arm and pulled her. 

"Mom, let's go. Please," she pleaded, and they both walked out of the room defeated. 

Bada sighed and glanced at the papers on her desk. Although her job had always been her priority, she finally realized what the problem was. 

She never prioritized you, not when you were younger or even now, when she was about to lose you. 

"Fuck it," she said as she set down the papers and grabbed her coat. She sprinted down the stairs and slipped her coat on. She drove to your class, but you were not there. You weren't in your studio or your favorite cafe, so she made her way to your apartment, praying you were there. 

You were about to leave your room, so she rushed out of the car and ran to you. You stopped your steps as you saw her running. 

"Hey, do you think we could talk?" she said with a panting voice. 

You nodded and let her back into the apartment...

⊹˙⋆ PART 4. ⋆˙⊹

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Heyyyy

I’m finally posting the last two parts of Sweet & Bitter 🫣 stay tuned for that!!

[illino1s]

Under My Skin

PROLOGUE

You hated her before you even knew her.

Two rival dancers from completely different worlds are obligated to collide whether they like it or not, turning their bitter competition into an uneasy collaboration.

Rivalry turns into something sharper, tension blurs into trust.

wc: 590

genre: the cliché enemies-to-lovers ! fluff, eventual smut if I feel like it, and MAYBE some angst. But it'll be happy in the end I pinky promise.

an: I'm so excited and nervous to finally put out a story, and I'm so glad that a few of you are hyped for it.

If it isn't obvious yet, I feel like a whole newbie with writing despite having experience in journalism, as it's two different things. So please bare with me in moments of mistakes!

I'm still getting to know tumblr and how it works. With that, your suggestions and requests ( even for other story/au/oneshots ) are very welcome.

This is only a prologue of quite a lengthy story, and I hope I'll be able to deliver it to all of you to your liking.

From this point on until the next, please continue to give love. Lots of loveee, lin!

📍 School of Performing Arts, Seoul.

You meet Bada on some Tuesday that you already despise.

Your music is playing, elegant and smooth. The mirrors are clean.

Your posture? Perfect. Chin lifted, back straight, with years of discipline and hardwork aligned neatly in your bones.

Because what could possibly go wrong, right?

Nope!

The door opens. Along with that was the sound of sneakers scuffing the floor, some "noise music" blasting on someone's phone— you don't know what it is, probably K-Pop. You're not a fan.

And you saw who it was from your peripheral sight while keeping your face straight on the large mirror.

Baggy cargos with one too many pockets, a white shirt underneath some kind of hoodie from some expensive brand with one sleeve thrown over her shoulder.

Long extended hair, black hair with blonde peeking out from underneath from her bangs to the end of her hair.

Sharp nose, milky skin— stop.

Bada Lee.

She didn't knock and neither did she ask. She just plugged in her speakers as if the room belonged to her.

You stop mid-turn as you speak calmly, "This studio's reserved."

Bada glances at you lazily as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Yeah. By dancers."

Oh and was the shady implication ever so clear.

You smiled thinly despite the growing urge to roll your eyes. "Then you must be in the wrong studio."

The tall girl gave you a once over— pointe shoes, stillness seemingly so effortless, and composure so sharp like a blade that it could be uncanny.

"Didn't know mannequins could talk." She retorts.

Your eyes narrow as you cross your arms in an attempt to keep your elegance, your tone challenging and just as petty. "Didn't know noise counted as choreography."

A beat, the studio goes quiet.

Before Bada grinned, cocky and infuriating.

And that's where it all began, and when you knew this was going to be a whole problem.

And oh! Did I mention that almost the whole academy population loves to see you both collide and bicker ever since then?

...

📍 Morning Assembly, 9:00 AM

All of you don't usually do these anymore.

But many were gathered for an out of the blue morning assembly for a quote on quote, "Important Announcement".

Suddenly, the yellow blazer you had on felt too hot for it's material and the bow above your collar felt weird.

You had a bad feeling.

Surprise!

A Fusion Showcase announced so enthusiastically by the academy, almost like it's a gift.

Street. Classical. Two styles. One performance.

Guess what.

The academy already chose the contestants and paired them.

You close your eyes and mentally pray that it wasn't someone you don't get along with—

"Bada Lee and Y/N L/N."

Fuck.

The expansive gym explodes into murmurs and supportive claps before they continued announcing the rest.

You laugh with dry humor under your breath, "This has to be a joke." You must be going crazy, aren't you?

All the while your friends beside you chuckle and gave you knowing glances.

Coincidentally, Bada was just a few feet behind you before she stood beside you with a scoff.

"Relax, princess. I'll try not to step on you."

You didn't even spare a glance as you kept your gaze straight. "You couldn't keep up even if you tried."

Bada leaned down beside you to glance at your side profile. "Wanna bet?"

This was not gonna work.

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Glimpse of Us | Bada Lee x Idol Fem Reader | angst, fluff

Summary: you lose touch with your love thinking nothing could ever happen till your cross paths again making things more difficult.

Word count: 2.5k

Warning: a but of crying and sadness…

A/N: hehe I’m sorta back??? I’ve been a bit lost lately not only emotionally but also I’ve been trying to sing more and be more confident in my voice. I bring this cute fic that I have been working on for a few days hoping the Bada community is still somewhat alive and that you will enjoy this. I will try to be more active 🥹 thank you for those still out here rooting for me and other writers 🤍🤍

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You walked into the building, leaving tons of fans behind you, screaming their heads off.

"You have to be in the salon in ten to fix your makeup and hair. Then I need to drive you to the set," Your manager said. You nodded. 

"Did you cancel my dance class?" you asked. The manager froze.

"Gosh, unnie. I told you I didn't want to do a dance class today." I groaned as we got in the elevator.

"I'm sorry. It slipped my mind. I did get you a new teacher, and she seems way nicer than the other one. Let's go," Your manager led you to the salon.

-

After a few more hours, you finished filming and headed to dance class.

You quickly changed into sweats and a crop top, throwing a jacket on to hide away your insecurities.

You walked into the room and began stretching as you waited for your teacher.

"If it isn't the diva of the century!" you heard a very familiar voice say as it entered the room. The tall figure leaned against the wall, a cap covering her face, but you knew exactly who ot was.

"Fucking hell. What are you doing here, Bada?" You sighed as you stood up.

"How does a person run through three different teachers in two months?" Bada asked as she got closer.

"They just weren't right for me. And I can feel right now that you won't be either, so why don't I just save us some time?" You said as you stood up. She chuckled.

"Little Miss Diva, you have run out of options. The company said that I am the last teacher you will have. So, if you want to debut, I suggest you drop the attitude and comply," she said.

It was true. Not that you were a diva. Maybe a little bratty, you wouldn't deny. You dream had always been to sing and dance for the world. Somehow, you landed an acting gig before you could debut in a group, and you blew up.

Many directors had requested you for their dramas, and you were in no position to turn down opportunities like that. So, maybe the fame got to you a little, but dancing had always been your passion.

No teacher actually understood what you wanted when it came to dancing, and they all tried to dumb down every single one of your choreographies. So, after calming down for a bit, she let go of your arm.

"Listen, sorry for what happened three years ago. I didn't mean to walk out on you like that. So, if we can put all that past us and work together, then I'll stay," you said. She chuckled. She walked closer until she was looking down on you.

"You really think I need this? I have a lineup of idols waiting for me to choreograph their next comeback. I'm doing you a favor here, so it's best if you just drop this diva act and do what you're told to," she said.

She then walked away and faced the mirror. She started teaching you the same basics, and you sighed.

You hated how she was right. You hated that after three years, she still had the same effect on you. Same cool girl with a cocky attitude.

You faced the mirror and started following her lead. Such perfect chemistry for two people that wanted nothing to do with each other... right?\

*Three months later*

You stood before the judges during the monthly evaluation. You fiddled with your fingers nervously, waiting for your results. You could see Bada standing on the side watching closely.

The past three months have been amazing. She had understood your goals completely and worked with you to achieve them. She managed to transform your dancing skills into professional dancing skills.

She helped you with vocal stabilizing exercises when dancing, and you never missed a single class with her. Could it have been that your mistake from three years ago was finally getting fixed?

"You did really well. I mean... Locked Out of Heaven is a pretty easy song for our standards, but you made it really pop. I didn't want your performance to end," one of the judges said.

"You have made a lot of progress these past months. I am so proud. I think we are ready to debut you," the CEO said with a smile.

Your heart began to beat rapidly as your stomach did a flip.

"Your dance, though... It had this amazing feel like... I can almost guess who's been teaching you. Your skills are just great!" You bowed and then walked away. You looked for Bada, but she was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey, did you see Bada?" You asked one of the girls.

"She just walked out," she replied. You left the room, searching for her in every dance room. You were about to give up when you spotted her outside the building.

You ran toward her when you saw her carrying all of her things. You were able to catch up right before she reached her car.

"Hey! Where are you going?" You asked as you clung to her arm.

"I'm going back to my routine. You don't need me anymore," she said as she began to load her things into her car.

"Don't say that, Bada. I do need you. I thought we were getting along. What is this about?" You asked, not letting go of her arm.

"Oh, come on. You know you don't need me. Your debut will be soon, and you will forget about me. You will abandon me like you did before. And getting along? You celebrated your accomplishments with your manager and would send me a thank-you message,"

"So, is that it? Did I mean nothing to you?" You said. She pushed her last bag into the car and faced you.

"Don't do this. I prepared myself mentally for this, and I know I have to walk away before I get hurt because I can't do it again," Bada said as she looked at the floor.

"What do you mean?" You asked. You could see her eyes begin to water, and so were yours.

"Come with me," she said as she grabbed my hand and led me to get in her car.

-

You didn't say a word. You were also not sure where we were headed, so after an hour or so, the car came to a stop.

"Where are we?" You asked. She didn't say anything. She walked towards my door and opened it. She led you inside a small house, and you looked around.

"Is this...?" You asked. Tears fill your eyes.

"Yeah. Have a seat," I sat down on a soft couch and looked around.

*flashback*

"This house is so pretty!" I said as we walked back from school.

There was a small abandoned house, covered in a fading red paint and lots of plants.

"I'll buy it for you. And we can live here when we are older. We can have a little family." Bada said as she held your hand and kissed your cheek.

"Promise me you'll never leave me," she asked. You nodded and kissed her lips softly.

*end of flashback*

Bada came back from the kitchen with two mugs. She set one down in your hands and sat next to you.

"I'm sorry. I am-" you started but she interrupted you.

"Don't be. We both had dreams we decided to follow. I never blamed you for anything but hearing you say you meant nothing to me really set me off. You always meant the world to me and I knew I had to help you debut because that would've made you happy, and seeing you happy makes me happy," Bada looked at you and smiled.

You didn't say anything. All you could do was cry. All this time you thought you had it rough when she was just as hurt as you or even more.

She bought and remodeled a house thinking about you and all you could do all these years was hate her because she distanced herself from you.

"Bada, I need to-" you tried to talk again but she interrupted you once more.

"Listen, I know. You are going to debut and I'm going back to working in the industry. I'll keep my distance to make things less difficult for you. But I just wanted to let you know that I love you and that this is your home if you ever need one," she said. She took both mugs and began to walk toward the kitchen but she paused.

"Your manager is waiting for you outside. I'll see you around," she said before disappearing into the kitchen.

Already upset, you took your things into your hand and left the house, slamming the door behind you.

-

Days passed but you couldn't stop thinking about Bada. Your debut was getting closer but your moves were getting sloppier and your mind was forgetting everything she had taught you.

Your teammates were not kind to you because you were slowing them down and they were not afraid to talk badly about you to your face. This caused you to lose confidence.

You didn't know what to do. You sat in the middle of the floor crying after getting yelled at by the leader of the group.

'You're such a loser. You can't do anything right. You just got picked out of pity. The judges need to reconsider because you have no talent.' Those were her exact words.

You clutched your chest as you felt the air giving up on you and curled up against the floor trying to calm yourself down.

Once you felt like you could breathe again, you took a cab and headed to the small house. It was locked so you sat on the outdoor swing, in the middle of the night.

Suddenly, you saw a black car pull in and Bada ran out of the car.

"What on earth are you doing here? Hey... are you okay?" She said once she realized you had been crying. You sniffled and nodded.

"I just needed to get away for a few minutes," you said as you stood up getting ready to leave.

Bada pinched the bridge of her nose reminding herself that she needed to distance herself from you to avoid getting hurt once again.

“Wait!” Bada said as she held your hand. You needed her and there was no way she was going to let you walk away hurting.

“Come in. I’m gonna make you a drink,” she said and she led you into the house.

You say in the living room once again. You played with your charm bracelet. The one your manager gave you for your birthday and then suddenly you realized that no one in this world cared for you.

No friends and no family that you could go to when you felt the anxiety rise within you. No one except Bada. Bada Lee was always there to take care of you whenever you needed her. She was always a call away.

“I forgot to stock up on tea and coffee so I only have hot chocolate and water. Here you go,” she set a tray on the table in front of you. In the tray was also your favorite sweet and some vitamins. Always taking care of you.

You looked at her, lost in her unique charms. How could you have let her go?

“Will you finally tell me what’s going-“ before she could finish, your lips met hers. She froze and you could feel how tense she was.

“Sorry that was really stupid of me,” you said but Bada grabbed your face and kissed you.

“Please don’t make me regret this later,” she said and kissed you once again. The kiss was soft yet hungry for more. She had been holding back so many emotions all these years and she couldn’t hold back any longer.

Your tears started to run, soaking her hands that remained cupped on your cheeks. Once the kiss was broken she looked at you with teary eyes and smiled.

“Why won’t you tell me what’s going on in the pretty head of yours?” She asked.

“I’m done. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t pretend like I don’t need you. I can’t pretend like everything is fine when I get anxiety attacks every day and forget how to dance. Nothing is right but this. You and me. I don’t want to lose you again because if I do….” You paused trying not to sob loudly.

“… I’ll lose myself,” you finished. You had just poured out your feelings in front of Bada and nothing ever felt so right as this.

“There it is. There you go,” she said as she hugged you tightly and kissed your head.

“I knew you’d come back to me. I just didn’t want to force you into anything. I didn’t want you to blame me for giving up on your career and I didn’t want you to feel guilty for leaving me. I knew if we were meant to be, our paths would cross again and here we are. I’m not going anywhere, okay? But I don’t want you to give up on your dreams,” Bada said as she held on to your shoulders.

“My dreams are done for. I can’t dance right, and I’m getting yelled at every day. I forget everything and I just can’t do anything right. I think it’s better if I don’t debut in a group. Maybe just staying by your side is better,” you said as you cuddled closer to her.

“I’m not letting you quit. I know that you are more capable of dancing than any other trainee there. You know you are capable of so much, so you’re gonna march in there tomorrow with your head held high and do the best you can, okay?” Bada said. She pecked your lips causing you to melt into her arms.

Weight off your shoulders. Suddenly the world seemed right.

-

“Let’s go over the dance since some still can’t seem to get it right,” the leader said. You closed your eyes and remembered what Bada told you. You were capable of doing so much better and she would be there for you no matter what.

The music played and you could feel every step, every beat, through your body. You danced with your heart for the first time in years.

The members looked at you in shock. They couldn’t believe how well you had done.

“Did you suddenly decide to take things seriously?” The leader asked.

“No. I just realized that the words you said to me weren’t true. You were just projecting. I can’t wait for our debut,” I said with a smile and left the room.

And your debut did come, breaking records and helping gain recognition globally not only as a singer but as a dancer as well. You worked with Bada in certain projects, making you a fan favorite amongst your fan base and hers.

But the best laser of it all was that you would get to go home at the end of the day and she was there with you. In your cozy little house with the love of your life.

Nothing ever felt so right as to be in her arms, safe and loved.

Thank you for reading 🩵

[forbebeandjam]

Merry Christmas Eve and Merry Christmas everyone!! 🎄❤️

I’d like to apologize for the promise work that hasn’t been posted. I’ll try to finish something tonight so you guys can have a little gift tomorrow 🤭

[deepwavex]

back of the club

"i wanna get drunk in the back of the club with you"

wc: 3,01k words

warnings: smut, fingering, cunnilingus, spanking, choking/throat fucking, rough sex, boob play, mention of strap-on in the end, lowk mention of stalking, top!bada sub!reader, bada x fem!reader.

!!! the portait of the reader is completely fictional, feel free to ignore the descriptions and adjust it with your own physiognomy!

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You’re not the kind of person who actually enjoys going out — you’re obsessed with it. Every single night, black hair framing your face, barely tamed, and heading surely to show up at the same spot: Seoul’s Moonlit. A fucking gay club.

And the same woman devours you with her eyes every single night.

Sitting — long legs casually spread — on an armchair tucked away in the bar’s most secluded corner, she lets her refreshing, elegant scent drift through the air. Blonde-streaked hair is tucked beneath a dark cap with a distinct logo. Long fingers adorned with rings, torso wrapped in a plain black shirt. Ripped jeans slide down her legs, held in place by a buckled belt.

Brown eyes that never once look away from this specific girl — you.

It’s 10:43 PM and the club is packed as hell. You’re probably already on your fourth shot, forced to watch your friends make out like animals. Miserable. You roll your eyes and lean against the bar counter, your gaze drifting — just slightly — toward that corner.

And there she is. Bada Lee. But you don't even know her name yet.

The taller woman sips her drink — nothing refined — vodka mixed with whatever the hell else was available, but it doesn’t matter. Her attention is locked entirely on you: your small, soft body, the way your hair cascades down your shoulders, and that damn tight skirt that’s more than enough to make Bada imagine several ways to take it off.

You exhale, your drink catching in your throat when you realize you’re being devoured alive by the gaze of the mysterious — and painfully attractive — woman across the club.

You look away; you’ve been noticing those stares for days now. At first, it was just a quick glance; the next night, something a bit longer; and since then, the motherfucker has been staring at you practically the entire night.

If you didn’t get turned on by it, you’d probably think she was some psycho trying to kill you.

Bada notices the flicker of your eyes, your attempt to shift them away from her direction. She grins and takes another sip of her awful and terrible drink.

After a few minutes, you — the youngest — find yourself completely alone. Your friends disappeared ages ago, while you curse at them mentally. You swirl your almost-empty glass, unconsciously pouting: bored, frustrated.

The woman with dark hair and blonde strands slowly moves toward the bar, on your direction, hands shoved lazily in her pockets as she bites her lip ever so slightly. She taps the seat next to you.

“Is someone sitting here?” Bada asks, her voice incredibly husky and effortlessly seductive, hot. Her cap is tilted just enough for her face to be visible.

Your heart slams harder. Hard as fuck. Still, you try to keep your composure, giving her a small nod in agreement — just enough for Lee to drag the stool over and sit down beside you.

“Two shots. Vodka,” she says, continuing her order with a lazy flick of her long fingers toward the bartender.

You can only think of one thing — the kind of thought no one should be having about a fucking stranger who’s been staring at you every night like she’s memorizing your pulse.

You’re definitely not a vodka girl. You’re the type who prefers colorful drinks — sugary, sweet, ridiculous. You swallow hard, knowing you're not the one made to drink this type of bitterness.

Bada notices every movement of your throat, the way the you most clearly doesn’t appreciate bitter drinks at all. She lets out a low laugh, followed by a grin.

“Don’t like it, princess?” she teases, catching your hesitation before tilting her head back and swallowing her shot in one smooth motion. Then the other.

Your throat tightens at the nickname — something rising and growing hot in your body. Your heart beats faster than it should, your breath having a hard time to keep steady. You subtly adjust your top.

You study her for a moment — the curve of her mouth, the way her eyes gleam and how badly you're wanting to taste it — before finally asking:

“And your name is?”

Your palms rest lightly on your knees, probably sweating, though your focus is entirely on her.

“Hm? And why exactly should I tell you?”

She tilts her head, the playful cruelty in her smile along with teasing. Her fingers tap lazily against the counter, her body inclining just slightly forward, enough to let you feel the tension in every single muscle you own.

You drag your tongue against the inside of your cheek, taken aback by her damm bluntness. Your brows clench together in a small, incredulous frown before you let out a soft, almost amused exhale.

“I think I deserve to know the name of the lunatic stalker who stares at me every single night in this fucking club.”

Bada’s grin widens — like she just won. So you had noticed. You had seen how badly she’d been wanting and aching for you all these nights. She lets out a sarcastic laugh, fingers sliding deliberately through her hair as she removes her cap and fits it back into place. And God, you wish she didn't look that hot when she does that.

“Bada Lee,” she says, voice thick with second intentions, her fingers brushing lightly against your knees in an attempt to replace your hands, which had been resting there seconds before.

“Happy?”

Her touch grows firmer, just enough to send a clean shiver rippling up your spine and make you gulp roughly.

Heat creeps up your cheeks, blooming outward like someone flipped a switch under your skin. Suddenly, the club feels unbearably hot. You tug lightly at the hem of your top again, trying — and failing — to steady your breath.

Silence settles into the small space between you for a few seconds, and Bada’s touch on your knee tightens, her hand sliding a little higher toward your thighs.You feel your whole body tremble, damn it. she’s got you exactly where she wants you.

“Are you planning to at least tell me why you’ve been staring at me this whole time?”

You manage to get the words out, your voice sounding half annoyed but slightly unsteady. You definitely put in a lot of effort not to stutter this time.

Bada leans in even closer, her lips brushing the edge of your ear as her fingers trace lazily patterns at the top of your thighs, right over the hem of your tiny skirt.

"It's fun to fantasize about you. About how i could rip that fucking skirt away, suck your lips until they're swollen and open this pretty mouth with my fingers. Such a pretty girl like you."

She brushes her thumb on your bottom lip.

"And i wouldn't say that if i also haven't seen the way you were asking me to take you right in this bar with your eyes."

She nibbles on your earlobe, a teasing little bite of pressure. Fuck. Her words alone are enough to set your whole body on fire, heat unfurling in every place that wants her—needs her. She could fuck you right in that club and you'd let her.

“Tell me, princess… am I wrong?” she whispers in your ear again, her mouth brushing dangerously close to your neck. You feel the mix of alcohol and arousal hitting you hard, flooding your body as you bite down on your lip.

Your mind is dizzy, you feel the heat between your thighs growing with maddening ache at each word Bada whispers. You brush your hand over Bada's wrist, then move it to her shoulders, lifting yourself up to get on her lap.

Her smirk grow wider as she holds your hips firmly, licking her lips as she's starving for every inch of you.

"Tell me what you want, pretty" — Bada Lee's voice rough with desire, pure craving.

Your mouth keeps shut, but you slowly and torturously tighten your holding on her shoulder, while you straddle her lap in a motion enough to drive Bada completely off the edge.

She groans low, biting her lip, visibly losing every slip of control she once thought she'd have over herself. The tall one holds your hips even more harshly — that will leave bruises.

"Fuck, kitten, you can't move on me like that and not say a word, hm?" — she huffs sharply, one hand lifting up to meet your stomach, going higher under your croptop.

You nearly moan at her talking, your lips parted away as you watch Bada's gaze roam over your body, lost in the thought of how good your insides could squeeze her fingers tight, how sweet you must taste when her tongue manages to go all over you. Fuck.

"I want to go to the back of the club with you.." — you answer, voice barely above a whisper, your cheeks flushing red with a growing, coiling need.

In a swift motion, your legs are wrapped around Bada's waist as she steadies you with her hands on your hips and ass. You gasp, gripping on the back of her neck — your skirt riding up as your covered core meets Lee's cold belt. She growls.

Bada moves through the dim hallway with you still held against her, every step deliberate, not caring enough about people who might be staring. She wants you, and she wants you now.

The club noises fade entirely as she guides you towards the backdoor, she squeezes your hips just enough to make your breath hitch.

A side door swings open under her shoulder — cold air hitting your skin — as your fingers curl at the back of her neck, feeling the warmth of her skin.

"Hold on, doll" Bada murmurs, her tone low and rough, but filled with undeniable need.

Your heartbeat stumbles even more as you slowly grind your hips against her, sufficiently good to make her fingers clench on you possessively. Shes driving you fucking insane, and so are you.

Lee growls, tilting her head back and biting her lip hard — she can't take your teasing any longer.

"Fucking vixen, want me to fuck you right here?" — she rumbles. You're not making it any easier for her.

She pushes open a side door and steps into the darker back corridor, closing it with a stomp. She pushes you against it, feeling the chilly walls hit your back.

Bada's hands are all over you, pulling you flush against her, leaving a trail of open-mouthed and sloppy kisses on your neck. You spill out a moan, your legs already wanting to give in, altogether with the accumulated desire.

"Hah, Bada.." — you whimper, catching yourself becoming slick and soaked for her.

A low gasp shudders out of Bada's lips, which go straight to crush on yours. Your moan shoots straight to her, she swallows it with a possessive kiss, nipping on your bottom lip while her tongue takes your mouth completely, messy and wet, making sure to know every corner of that pretty mouth.

She pulls back briefly, her own breath unsteady. A strand of saliva still connecting both mouths together, your lips meet hers once again, this time even more needier — if that's even possible.

"God, you're greedy" — Bada Lee's hands never leaves your hips, moving to your thighs as she allows your feet to meet the floor.

You grip on her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. While you grind your body against hers, she takes the opportunity to slide her fingers under your croptop once again — this time, taking it off completely.

Her fingertips slowly play with your nipples, already sensitive and hard just from a slight brush. You moan, your lips close to her neck.

"Already this worked up, baby?" — a dark chuckle escaped rolled from her throat, before curling her hands on your tits fully, her thumb rolling on the most sensitive part of your nipple.

"F... Fuck, Bada!" You let out a louder moan than before, squirming against her as she teases your nipples. God, your head is spinning.

She curves her lips in a sly grin, positioning the tip of her tongue on the highly responsive spot of your breasts, making you arche your back. Her tongue flicks slowly, her eyes never leaving yours.

You clutch her hair desperately, moving her mouth closer to you, biting your lip to avoid any more noises — damn hard to do.

Bada's hands shift to your waist, then even lower, reaching your inner thighs under your skirt. Mouth moving from your nipple to your collarbone. Her hand go higher, taunting the waistband of your soaked panties.

You bite your lip even harder.

"Hmm? Did i tell my pretty whore to stop her noises?" — she rumbles, completely trapping you with her body.

Her motions are maddening, fingers slowly brushing on your swollen clit over your underwear, making you gasp.

"Look at me" — Hands going from your breasts to your neck, Bada's fingers tightening around it.

Your lips are nearly bleeding, all this "restraint" not working at all. With mouth now parted away, you look at her, your hips buckling against her fingers, aching for them inside you.

"You better not hide those pretty sounds." — she slaps your pussy, her fingers tightening even more around your neck.

You whine, eyes closing and breath unsteady. Your folds tighten over emptiness, craving to be filled.

"Look at me while im talking to you, damn it" Bada holds your chin firmly, you have no choice but to directly lock your eyes on hers. She moves her hands to your inner thighs once again — making you whimper for her fingers on your core again — landing them sharply on your flesh.

Your back arches with the slaps, your skin aching red and bruised, a jolt of pleasure being sent to your whole body.

"Will you be a good girl for me?" — Her voice husky, fingers slowly making its path back to your wet core.

You nod desperately, fingers trailing along Bada's back, scratching just as slightly and solidly. She bites your neck, licking and sucking her mark.

"Fuck, so good for me, baby."

She growls against your neck, roughly loosening your skirt — never taking it off. Her digits grind on your skin, reaching your slick pussy.

"Bada, please!" — a plea coming from your throat in a cry, you can't deny it anymore — Never could. You need her inside you now.

Bada licks her lips as she watches you moving your hips forward to meet her fingers, begging for her to make you cum right there. And she finally gives it to you.

With a sharp motion, she slides two fingers inside your dripping center, rubbing her thumb on your clit.

"So fucking tight and soaked, all for me, baby?" — her fingers move faster, curling up in order to hit your G-spot, making you scream.

"Shit, Bada! All for you, only for you!" You moan, your noises making her pace quicken, thumb circling your swollen nub and applying the right pressure. Damn it, you're seeing stars now. Your breathing goes hitched, walls squeezing her fingers tight.

"Bada, please! Fuck, i'm going to cum"

You tremble, already feeling your folds ready to release your orgasm and completely soak Bada's fingers, scream her name once more as you finally hit your peak because of her. Shit, shit, you're so damn close now.

Until she withdrawls her fingers completely.

You scream her name desperately, frustration waving through you as your pussy aches badly for her again. You hold her wrist, moving it to meet your center, almost filled with cum.

Bada grins, laughing darkly as she studies your desperation, the way your thighs close and rub on each other to try feeling something — failed. She's enjoying this so damn much.

"Such a needy whore, did you want to cum?" — she moves her fingers to your mouth, forcing you to open it and suck her digits fully.

She shoves the whole length of her long fingers inside your throat, thrusting it relentlessly. You gasp, eyes filled with tears and unable to form a sentence, just whimper.

"Sucking my fingers so clean, maybe you deserve a reward" — Bada crashes them deeper into your throat, the way your tongue swirls around it almost make her snap.

She removes her fingers, replacing them with her tongue instead. She sucks yours with pure hunger, nothing else more — just pure desire.

You moan on the kiss, your lips already swollen and hurting a little, but you'd never ask her to stop. Fuck no, the way her lips feels on yours is addicting. You're addicted to her.

Bada slowly licks your whole body, starting from your lips until your stomach, giving you occasional painful hickeys. She kneels in front of you, completely, letting your skirt slip down as her fingertips dig into your hips, opening your thighs wider.

Steadily, she sticks out her tongue to meet your slick folds — throbbing with urge. Jaw dropped kisses being displayed along your walls, your clit.

"You don't cum until i say so." — then, Bada finally dips her tongue inside your hole, going in and out as she uses her lips to stimulate your whole pussy. God, she's eating you out so well.

"Don't stop, please! Bada..!" You scream her name, your noises getting needier and filthier with every flick of her tongue. You're too close, your knees are about to give out.

And Bada feels it. Everything.

She flicks her tongue faster against your clit, sucking and licking it deliberately. You tilt your head back in pleasure, begging her.

"Bada, please let me cum! Baby, please" Your body trembles, your cunt already clenching around her tongue. You grip on her hair tight, pulling her closer.

"Fuck" — she mutters a curse under her breath, licking her lips full of your fluids — "cum in my mouth, baby"

Her tongue gives your clit a few more strokes, enough to make you completely release all over her mouth. A guttural moan escaping your mouth as you fill Bada's throat with dripping cum.

Bada swallows it all, not a single drop left, her tongue milking your orgasm even more, you moan loud.

"God, fuck! S... so good!" You whine, eyes rolling back as you feel your body tremble, giving out completely.

Lee slowly gets up with a final slap on your slick core, rubbing your clit ever so slowly, just to overstimulate you.

"You taste so fucking good, doll"

She catches your lips again on a deep kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on her mouth completely. You're completely wrecked now, ruined — all because of her.

She stops her movements on your clit, squeezing your thigh as she whispers:

"Next time it will be at my place, with my strap on all shoved down your mouth, hm?" She grins, giving you another peck on the lips.

This is definitely not over.

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author's note: heyou! this is my first real smut, so please ignore it if it's complete trash :) still! thanks so much for reading

[illino1s]

guys it's finally christmas break 😪. hiphopdancer!bada and balletdancer!reader au soon mwhahaha stay tuned

[forbebeandjam]

I’m working a new (rich) Bada Lee x (architect) fem reader 😏

[ange-l-of-the-night]

[forbebeandjam]

Hellooooo!!

Just hopping on here to say I’m alive 😭 I have actually been a bit busy with life 🫩 I had many doctor appointments and a cold and when I was finally getting my life together, I sprained my foot…😑

I actually haven’t had inspiration to do anything because although I’m getting “better” I’m still scared of not being able to dance and do things like before. Dramatic?… maybe 🤔 but fear is real.

Anyway… I’m trying to write a book atm so I’m more focused on that but I’ll be posting my finished work on here for you all. Thank you for your support and understanding🥰🩷🩵

[mimiecol]

BADA AND YN ✮⋆˙ -> “god you’re so spoiled”

-> cw : blk fem!reader, established relationship(s), brat!reader, dom!bada, mommy kink, choking, cursing, degrading, jumpcut to smut, pet names (baby, love), on a whim so definitely didnt proofread, in small text bc it looks pretty lolzzz

bada likes to spend her money well , if it includes a new seiko silver watch or a designer sweatsuit sent to her as a promotional shoutout . because she’s so pretty with money she has no issue getting something for you , if you’ve been eyeing a new top from a high fashion brand … it will be on your bed in the next three days or a new set of nails you’ve been needing

sad to say but she makes you so spoiled, anything and everything could be yours if you wanted but it’s not always that way … bada has boundaries with money and you let’s just say

“did you hear about them opening a new chanel store in the mall?” , you were sitting pretty in the passenger seat like always while bada sat driving . one hand on the steering wheel while the other is laying on your left thigh . god she’s so attractive

“i heard they put the new chanel knit and mary janes in there, the ones with the pretty gold for the heel” , bada scoffed turning the car into the mall entrance . “those shoes are always shaped weirdly, sure you can pull it off but god” shaking her head, she replied a smirk that never fails to make you flutter .

“i mean maybe they are a little unflattering but it would look so cute with that dress you bought me yesterday” you exlaim to bada, hoping she gets the idea that you don’t plan on paying when she usually does. maybe she did spend a lot on you this week but you know it’s worth it.

“well how much are they?” you can feel her eyes staring into the side of your face. “well…” maybe she shouldn’t have asked that question. “it’s like 1,300 dollars and plus designer tax.”

“god you’re so spoiled.”

“oh my god!!” your squeal could echo through the biggest cave if it wanted to, bada turned her attention to you, quickly walking over. “look baby, aren’t they so pretty? they would look so cute!” you look up at bada’s leaning body, her eyes were sharp staring at the shoes, and her lips turning down as she spoke . “hmm , too expensive though.”

goodness… can’t she just do this for once, she has no issue buying another expensive pair of sweats and a stupid $500 shirt so what’s the difference. you groaned loudly, rolling your eyes and turning around to stand away from her

“don’t get an attitude i’m not for it.” she placed her hands in the pockets of her black cargos, as her face started becoming relaxed you can tell she was getting irritated but how long could she ever stay mad at you?

you scoff at her words, “you’re not for the attitude but you brought it out…funny.” at this point, the shoes were not what you were looking forward to. “keep getting smart with me, still won’t get you those ugly ass shoes.” she laughed after her remark, that piercing smirk she does.

she’s so attractive when you get under her skin. she cocked her head waiting for a smart ass response you usually give.

“i’ll get those shoes, i don’t give a fuck what you got to say.” , she closed her eyes breathing in deeply before giving a smile…she said nothing. usually she would say something but she didn’t. she instead started walking towards your way, she held her head down, the new york logo on her white cap showing proudly. “okay.” she replied sliding between you and a clothes rack.

that’s it? that’s all she has to say? absolutely not.

“bitch ass”, the tiniest whisper under your breath. regarding your girlfriend being entirely heard by her. you felt a body behind your back, pressing deeper into you. “speak up if you got something to say.” her breath gusting on your neck, creating a feeling of butterflies somewhere else. “huh? you ain’t got anything to say?” the white bill of her hat suddenly in your peripheral.

silence

“right.”

“f-fuck! s’too much” you held onto her flexed forearm, her blue ocean tattoo under your fingertips. bada hummed in response, her bottom lip tucked under her perfect white teeth and eyebrows furrowed together

her fingers repeatedly hitting your g spot, getting faster and faster each time you came. god you can’t even speak correctly. your mouth gaping open watching her fingers move at an insane pace.

“you don’t even deserve this shit, arguing all week.” bada’s voice shook the longer she kept fingering your deep into your cunt.

“i’m so s-sorry, i won’t say it again”, your eyes rolling behind your head as your body starts bucking against her hands. “i p-promise i wont say it again.” your eyes pleading with hers. that smile on her face wont budge.

“i know you won’t.” , her face stayed calm , with no expressive smile on her face. you felt another knot emulating in your stomach, arching your back and moving on her fingers more as she started curl them. you hadn’t even realized she started moving them slower , it was all too much

soon, you could feel the knot disappearing . goodness why is she so difficult ?? you whined loudly , sitting up on your elbows to look at her . “who you gonna act right for?” she looked at you from the bottom of her eyelashes .

“you~” you reply as you threw your head back in frustration. “nah, i don’t wanna hear that shit. i’m not gonna repeat what i said.” you knew exactly what she wanted you to say, at this point it’s too late to be playing with bada , “you mommy” , you could see her whole expression change once you said what she was expecting you to

“i know”

-> a/n : imma do streamer!bada as a serious im feigning to write, im sorry if it takes a while for me to conjure up writing school as started back up lolzz

masterlist • next • other works (will be available all later)

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still drooling over this 2 years later btw

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CAN YOU KISS ME MORE?💋 Bada Lee small scenario

where Bada is taking new pictures and asks your help, but you couldn’t resist her beauty

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warnings: fluff & suggestive, domestic couple, kissing,

a/n: I was working on this because of a request but just couldn’t continue💔 either way I wanted to share with you guys my thoughts about girlfriend bada being so pretty! and I couldn’t miss the opportunity to write about that beautiful pictures🤩💋 I love her so much it hurts

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“kiss me” Bada got inside the room fast, in a white button up shirt and a tie loose around her neck, she had a lipstick on her hands and looked at you lying on your shared bed. You looked at her surprised, taking your eyes off you book and frowning. Why was Bada all dressed up at 10PM?

“w-what?” You ask with a weak voice, still trying to understand what was happening.

Bada chuckled softly, taking a deep breath to organize her thoughts. She fixed her clothes and started speaking again.

“I just got an idea for that lipstick advertising thing, can you help me with it?” Bada tried to speak calmly, walking towards and taking a seat beside you.

“hm, you got an idea this late? I thought you were getting ready to sleep” You leave the book aside and bring your hands to her face, caressing the warm skin and fixing her hair.

“yes, I feel productive at night” She smiles softly and places her hand on top of yours.

“it won’t take too long, I promise… just help me with one thing, please?” Her big puppy eyes looked at you and you couldn’t deny her anything when she looked this cute. You chuckled and leaned closer to leave a soft peck on her lips, which she gladly accepted it with a smile and pursed her plump lips forward to kiss you back.

“date an influencer, it will be fun, they said…” You joke with a sigh and she chuckles cutely, pulling you out of the bed towards the living room.

She had already settled her camera and a nice background, a mountain of clothes on the couch showed she had a hard time picking the right outfit, and you just smiled in admiration at how dedicated she was to her work.

“so… how I do I help? do you want me to kiss you? I’m not appearing on that camera, I look awful” You hugged your own body while speaking, trying to cover your bare arms.

“don’t worry, I won’t post us kissing on my social media” Bada chuckles, looking through the collection of lipsticks, until she found a color she liked and applied on her own lips.

“I just want you to do this…” Bada walked closer to you and kissed your cheek, pressing her lips on your skin. She separated with a smile, admiring the mark it left on you.

“ah, you want the kiss lipstick marks? that’s so creative, my love” You commented, proud of her creative idea. She loved being complimented, the smile she gave you showed that. If Bada was a puppy, her tail would be wiggling now.

“come on, I want this pink color” She walked back to the table and got the lipstick, stepping closer to you again and holding your face with one hand.

Bada started to apply the lipstick softly on your lips, her eyes focused while the soft product brushed softly on your skin.

“with those beautiful lips my marks will turn out amazing…” Bada spoke in a low tone voice, and you felt a thing inside you, a warm feeling with a shiver.

“let’s try it, here” She points at her cheek, turning her face to you. You slowly got closer and calculated the way your lips would be, and kissed her cheek slowly.

Bada left a small scream, she was extremely excited. You separated and giggled softly, looking at the mark.

“hm… I don’t know if that’s what you wanted” You say and watch as Bada walked towards the small mirror on the wall to look at it. She stood there for some seconds in silence and you were waiting for something. Before you could say anything else or ask if she was okay, Bada stepped fast towards you and grabbed your face, kissing your lips intense and deeply.

You were surprised at first, but kissed her back. Her lips captured yours and danced together, the smooching sounds filling the room as she tilted her head and sucked your bottom lip between her own.

“gosh… your lips are so beautiful, I love you” Bada whispered, breathing heavily against your lips.

You both opened your eyes and laughed together, her hands still on your cheeks and yours held the side of her blazer.

“you should look at your face” You tease her, commenting about how her lips were smeared with lipstick all around.

“you should look yours” She said bak with a chuckle, and leaned closer to peck your lips again.

“sorry, let’s concentrate! let me fix my makeup” She walked towards the center table where all her makeup was spread, and with a tissue she removed the smeared lipstick, reapplying it nicely.

“I wanted to take a picture like that, but it would too… provocative” Bada said, when she walked towards the camera now and called you with her finger.

“I don’t know what went through your mind when you had this idea, but that’s… wild too” You stand beside her and comment about the lipstick marks, making her laugh a little.

“now make one on my neck, here and… here” She pointed at the spots she wanted the marks to be and you nodded, applying more lipstick to your lips and doing what she asked you to. You kissed her neck softly and pressed your lips on her skin, the marks turned out cute and you smiled proud of them.

Bada thanked you and stood in front of the camera, fixing her clothes and hair.

“you look like a sin, still can’t believe you’re going to post that” You say under your breath, admiring her beauty under the lights, her hair flowing with the wind of the small fan near the table, she looked like a goddess.

“I am not done with you yet, just let me finish this real quick… can you wait for me, baby?” The difference in her tone was noticeable, she sounded more breathless now, deep husky voice with something more to it, a suggestive tone.

You hummed in agreement and watched as she took the pictures, small controller on her hands while the positioned camera captured her flashes, her beauty being registered. She was stunning.

“okay! I think they turned out good, gonna edit tomorrow because right now… I need to kiss you so bad” Bada suddenly said after some minutes, turning off the lights and the camera, walking towards you.

You smiled at her words and waited until she scooped you by the waist and made you sit on her lap on the couch, her hands under your pajama shirt.

“I was thinking about the same thing. you look gorgeous tonight, baby… you always do” You whisper close to her face, Bada’s eyes were closed and she brushed her nose against yours.

“should I… leave lipstick marks on you too?” She said after some seconds, her thumb brushing the mark she made earlier on your

cheek.

“that sounds… oddly satisfying” You answer with a low tone voice, almost a whisper. A smirk curving your lips up.

Bada takes your shirt off, a mirror mode of your smirk on her own lips, her fingers bruhed on your skin and she had that dark look in her eyes as she spoke.

“take off your pajama shorts, I want to check if the marks look good on your thighs too.

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