[kymarola]

i just wanted a beautiful femme on top of me

[spiderb00]

- MY BIG MYSTERT, Y.J

"Having a secret relationship isn'tall that great, especially when your girlfriend can't handle the constant jealousy she feels every time someone gets too close to you"

warnings - smut +18, g!p reader. possessive rina bc why not :)), reader is a nerd, but she's really beefy n big (i really want her to be a female version of clark kent), reader is a very pathetic sub (bc i wanted a woman bossing me :) a little size kink, unprotected sex (wrap that willy bro)

now playing - Crazy Over You, by BLACKPINK

"I'ma be mad 'till you get me back in them arms"

Theoretically, we shouldn’t get angry about things that are beyond our control. Of course, we might feel anger, resentment, hatred, sadness, or any other emotion like that—after all, we’re human. But technically, we shouldn’t feel frustration or hatred toward something we couldn’t change even if we tried.

Maybe that’s why Karina was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

Meeting you while filming the first season of “Agents of Mystery” was like a blessing for Yu Jimin. It was as if something she’d been asking for for a long time had just come true, as if her wishes had once again aligned with the universe, making everything go according to what the Aespa leader wanted.

You were everything she’d asked for in her prayers. And she discovered this as she fell more and more in love with you.

At first glance, the first thing she noticed was that you were tall, with a chiseled face, broad shoulders, biceps visible through the fabric of your shirts, big thighs… muscles like those of a professional athlete—which she discovered was almost true after a few conversations, since you would have been a professional fighter if you hadn’t gone into acting. You were much bigger than she was, and as much as she wouldn’t admit it, that was one of the first things that made her instantly fall for you.

After your physical appearance came your personality. That whole intimidating image you projected crumbled the moment you opened your mouth to greet her and smile at her. Of course, she’d already seen you on TV, but seeing you up close was completely different. She began to love every detail about you, learning things she definitely didn’t know, and noticing things that made her legs go weak.

The first thing that brought the two of you together was your nerdy interests. Jimin was a huge nerd—and you? Twice as much, or even more. The two of you spent your breaks on set discussing anime, manga, superheroes, and whatever else came to mind. Jimin still remembers how enchanted she was by how excited you’d get every time you talked to her; she remembers how you’d adjust your glasses every time they threatened to slip off your nose, and how the veins in your forearm looked so tempting to her every time you pushed your glasses back up.

You were the only person who managed to break through the barriers of Aespa’s wonderful leader, Karina. You were the only one who managed to reach layers she’d never let anyone else reach. Someone with whom she truly felt safe and with whom she could share both the weight and the lightness of life.

You knew her as Yu Jimin, not as Karina.

And she fell in love with that like she’d never allowed herself to before.

But now, after two years, you were back together. The second season of “Agents of Mystery” was official and was being filmed with great enthusiasm. This time, you weren’t just friends chatting behind the scenes or a lifeline Karina clung to when she got scared during investigations.

You were officially a couple. So happy to be sharing your lives together. Unfortunately, not everyone knew about it, since the two of you thought it best to keep it a secret for the sake of your privacy and to avoid causing too much of a stir in the media and among your fans—even though your fans were already practically swearing you were married because of the number of “coincidences” you’d left in your wake.

You both smiled when you saw your castmates again, happy to be part of it all once more. Everything felt fresh, the challenges were a little tougher, the scares were much more terrifying and unpredictable, and you could have sworn you screamed so much that your throats were about to close up.

However, none of that was what was bothering Karina.

She swore to herself she wouldn’t overthink it; she swore she’d take a deep breath and that there was absolutely no reason for her to feel bothered. Even so, she couldn’t help but feel a burning sensation in her chest every time one of the girls interacted with you. A scare? Hyeri would cling to your arm. A loud noise? Gabee would hide behind you while clinging to your back. You solving a puzzle? Very long hugs and touches on your shoulders.

It was starting to annoy her.

Unfortunately, you were always the most oblivious to what was going on, and that was the only thing that made Jimin want to slap the back of your head and shake your shoulders until you woke up. Fortunately, she was handling it well, taking deep breaths as her stress melted away every time you approached her and gave her a little smile. Always proclaiming yourselves Karina’s inseparable duo during the challenges.

But even that wasn’t enough for what came next.

Honestly, no one thought anything of it—of course, no one knew the two of you were dating—just the team being nice to each other. But Karina—if you were in a cartoon, smoke would be coming out of her ears.

It started out simple, with each of you trying to solve the puzzle. The room was slowly falling silent as you looked around and began to think about how to make it work. You were completely distracted, thinking, trying to fit the pieces together in your head, truly trying to make sense of what they were giving you.

It was just a game at first; you didn’t even think anything they said could be serious. Then everyone started laughing when, amid the silence of the room, Hyeri let out a loud murmur as she looked in your direction.

“Aw, you’re so cute when you’re all focused!” Her words made everyone laugh, slowly distracting them from their previous goal—figuring out the answer to the scattered clues.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise as you pointed at yourself just to make sure Hyeri was really talking to you.

“Me?” you murmured, making Hyeri laugh even more as she reached out to pat Gabee’s arm, as if you were a little baby monkey doing something cute.

“Yes, you!” She and the woman next to her laughed, as did the boys.

Dohoon laughed as he shook your shoulders, making you laugh too, while John and Yongjin laughed as they watched the interaction.

“She’s always so clumsy—we hardly ever get to see you this focused, yn,” Dohoon said for the first time, making you laugh and scratch the back of your neck in embarrassment.

“She’s like the female version of Clark Kent.” Hyeri’s words made Karina’s stomach sink.

“Our cute, clumsy nerd,” Gabee added, tapping the shovel on the ground where Karina was being buried.

The woman in the corner of the room seemed lost in thought—thoughts that were certainly not very friendly. Because Karina loved you with all her heart, and maybe that’s why she got so furious when other people noticed what only she wanted to have noticed. Because you were supposed to be just HER cute, clumsy nerd. She was the one who joked about how you could be a female version of Clark Kent—damn it, she’d said that to you the first time you two talked about comic books!

“Don’t you think so, Karina?” Hyeri’s voice snapped her out of her hazy thoughts, and all she could do was smile and nod in agreement.

But you should have noticed; you should have asked what was wrong with her. You thought it was just stress—it had been a busy day, and the recordings were taking a lot out of both of you. You drove home in silence, which was already very strange in itself. Jimin wasn’t usually quiet when she was with you. But that night she didn’t say a word in the car; she only answered when you asked her something, giving short, lifeless replies.

You drove her to your place, knowing she slept there every Friday—so you could enjoy the weekend together when your schedules were free. The ride there was strange; the arrival? Even more so. The strange fog hanging between you and your girlfriend didn’t seem to want to lift under any circumstances.

The elevator ride up was silent, just like the rest of the way, and when the two of you finally got home, Karina walked right past you, taking off her shoes and racing at the speed of light to the kitchen. A sigh escaped your lips when the reality of the moment hit you. She really was mad at you, since Karina’s "Olympic-level walking" only happened when she didn’t even want to look at your face.

After sighing wearily, you followed her, only to hear the refrigerator slam shut with a loud thud after she’d grabbed a bottle of water.

“Rina, are you okay?” Your question seemed silly to her. All she did was nod while trying to open the bottle. “Let me help you…”

You tried to raise your hand, hoping she’d let you be of some use and talk to you about how she was feeling.

“No.” She turned away immediately, pulling the bottle out of your reach as she grunted, trying to open it once more. “DAMN IT!”

You didn’t want to laugh, so you held back the smile that was starting to form on your face so as not to make your girlfriend even angrier. But you had to admit, seeing her like this, struggling not to need your help, was cute, to say the least.

“What are you laughing at, hien?” Turning toward you, she set the bottle down on the counter and walked over to you. “What? Do you think just because you’re all strong and buff, i need you for everything?” Her finger poked your chest, and everything about that scene just made you want to laugh even more.

“Jagiya, I just wanted to help…” You tried.

Jimin’s eyes were fixed on you, as if she were waiting for the next little giggle to escape your lips just so she could tear you apart.

“I know, and I bet you love that, don’t you?!” Her voice was accusatory, and you’d already begun to realize that all of this was the result of blatant jealousy. “I bet you wanted to show off to me just so I’d compliment you, huh?”

“What?” A quick laugh escaped your lips. Your girlfriend seemed paranoid now—but even more so, she was the cutest woman you’d ever seen.

“Don’t you think you’ve gotten enough compliments today, 'Clark'?!” This time, you couldn’t hold back; the laughter came out of your lips extremely naturally, causing Karina to roll her eyes and turn to walk out of the kitchen.

Quickly, your hands reached out to her, grabbing the shorter woman’s waist and pulling her close to you. Her back pressed against your chest, and a shiver ran up Jimin’s body automatically. Your lips found her shoulder as you pulled her closer to you.

“Jimin, you know I don’t care about that, right?!” you tried, watching as she simply crossed her arms, still not entirely convinced. “I only have eyes for you.”

Your words were simple, but they always managed to melt her heart just the right way.

“I know.” Her voice was low, almost as if she were embarrassed by the little outburst from a few seconds ago. “But seeing you being watched and complimented like that kind of threw me off. Because if people start to see why I fell in love with you, they’ll want you, too.” You listened to what she had to say, resting your chin on her shoulder before she wriggled free of you to turn toward you.

“It gets even worse when I remember that people don’t know you’re mine.” Her eyes were pleading, and you smiled at her in acknowledgment.

“But nothing’s going to happen, because I love you more than anything.”

“I love you, too.” The words came out of her mouth with a satisfying ease. And even if you weren’t paying attention, it always made your heart swell with love. “But I think you have to show me that you really love me, you know… with more than just words.”

And then, there she was. Your Jimin, striking that confident, seductive pose of Karina’s. You knew that deep down, it was all her—you were in love with her, not some random source. The smile on Jimin’s lips sent shivers down your spine, and before you even realized it, you were already nodding in agreement.

“Show me how much you love me, jagiya.” Her hand gripped your shirt, pushing you gently just so she could lean against the kitchen island counter.

With your help, Karina had enough momentum to climb onto the counter, spreading her legs so you could settle between them. Your hands quickly moved toward her skirt, sliding under the soft fabric just to reach her panties. Your fingers worked swiftly as you slipped the delicate garment off her body.

“Do you want to keep them for me for now?” Karina’s voice made your ears perk up, and you nodded in agreement as you slipped her panties into your back pocket. “Good girl. Now get down on your knees for me and do a good job, pretty girl.”

Her fingers were already tangled in your hair, and before you even realized it, her hands were guiding you downward. Pushing her skirt up at her waist, you had a front-row view of Karina’s most intimate parts. She was already soaking wet, ready for you without even much foreplay. Licking your lips, your eyes darted upward, silently asking for permission as you felt her grip on your hair tighten.

“What are you waiting for, jagiya?!” The sarcastic smile on her lips made you tremble. “Go on and take what’s yours.”

You didn’t wait for her to speak again. Your tongue traced her folds with mastery, drawing a loud, hoarse moan from the lips of the woman on top of you. She tasted fantastic—the perfect balance of salty and sweet that you’d learned you couldn’t live without. Karina could think whatever she wanted about anything, but you still couldn’t come to terms with how she could still be so insecure about your love for her.

Your tongue moved expertly up and down her slit before settling on her clit, brushing against that sensitive spot and making her moan loudly. Your hands—which had been on her thighs—moved up to caress her tits. Watching your desire, the woman on top of you laughed softly.

“Do you want to touch my tits, baby?" She smiled as she heard you moaning in desperation. “Say the magic words.”

“Please, babe. Please, please, please.” The words came out desperately, and Karina didn’t hesitate to quickly strip off the blouse she was wearing. Her nimble fingers unfastened the clasp of her bra, only to toss it over her shoulder afterward.

“Go ahead, jagiya. Show me how much you love me.” Her words turned your brain into practically mush.

Your hand reached blindly for her nipples, while your mouth kept working on her. With the new stimulation, your girlfriend moaned loudly, throwing her head back and scratching your scalp with her fingernails. Your hands expertly groped each of her breasts, giving her the kind of pleasure you’ve learned to give her over all the years you’ve been together.

When Karina’s legs began to tremble, her hands pulled at your hair, making you moan in pain and lift your head until your face—covered in her arousal—was right in front of hers. She laughed softly at you; your eyes were bright and teary, your hair was a mess, and you looked like the cutest mess she’d ever seen.

She never told you, but she loved seeing just how flustered she could make you with so little. It was incredibly amusing to her how you—practically a giant—could shrink so much in her presence. You were bigger than her in size, in muscle, in strength. But anything she did left you completely defenseless, like a tiny ant in her hand. So small that she could do anything without hearing a single complaint.

Her hands slid from your hair, carefully tracing down your neck, moving slowly and sinuously over your breasts, and heading straight for the bulge in your pants. Her head tilted automatically to the right, while the smile on her face began to grow wider and wider.

“Oh, my baby. Are you really this hard for me?” You nodded quickly, as if your whole life depended on the answer you’d give her. “But I barely touched you. Did you get like this just from giving me pleasure?”

“Yes, Rina.” You managed to stammer. “Damn, it’s just that you’re so hot that I...”

The sound of the zipper opening made your words die in your throat, and for a moment you froze, just waiting for her next move.

“Go on, jagiya. I want to hear how much you worship me, remember?” Her hands glided over the restrictive fabric of your clothes, and you almost fell backward when you felt her delicate hand on your cock.

“I… I…” Trying once more, your cheeks flushed red when nothing came out of your mouth.

The movements of your girlfriend’s hand on your most vulnerable area were simply intoxicating, and the way she looked at you was only making things worse. She was teasing you, making you stutter, driving you almost to tears with pleasure. She was petty, mean, and even annoying at times. But God, you’d never have the courage to leave this woman.

“Take that off. It’s getting in my way.” Her command caught you off guard; the disdain in her voice, however, only made you even more turned on.

“Yes, ma’am.” The smile on your girlfriend’s face widened when she heard the words come out of your mouth.

God, no matter how big you were, she loved how she could make you feel as small as an ant.

You pulled down your pants as if your life depended on it—and maybe it did, because you swore you were about to die from horniness. Karina’s eyes made you feel like defenseless prey, being hunted and ready to suffer at the hands of your hunter. Your breath caught briefly as she guided you to her entrance without saying a word—she didn’t need to; her eyes spoke for themselves.

“Rina, I…” The words died on your lips when your girlfriend guided you into her, pulling you closer so you could finally make love to her. “Damn!”

Your pupils dilated, your eyes closed, and you had to take a deep breath to keep from losing what little composure you had left. Jimin’s walls squeezed you like the eighth wonder of the world, and it felt as though she had been made especially and solely for you. Your shirt was sticking to your body—which, by this point, was covered in sweat—and that sensation of losing yourself completely in pleasure was making your head spin a million times over.

On the other side, completely surrendered to you, was her. Her expression might have been a little like yours—eyes closed, eyebrows slightly furrowed—in a way that seemed to express all the pleasure she was feeling—and her lower lip clenched between her teeth. Karina loved how you gave her pleasure with the smallest of gestures. Just having you inside her—and the sensation of your length filling her perfectly and hitting all the right spots—made her want to slip a ring on your finger and shout to the whole world that you are and always will be her girl.

She isn’t exactly the type to show it, but Karina is just as crazy about you as you are about her. She’d never let you go. Never. When she thinks of pleasure, sex is the second thing that comes to her mind, since whenever she thinks of true pleasure, she thinks first of all the ways you take care of her. Everything that makes her feel completely safe and grounded, all the displays of affection, all the support you give her in her career, everything you’ve always made a point of doing for her.

All of that made her feel intoxicated by you.

And then came the sex.

“Jagyia, is everything okay?”

Her eyes—which had been focused on the way you fit inside her—looked up to meet yours directly. She wanted to shower you with kisses, to tell you how cute and sexy you looked when you were worried about her pleasure. But she held back, merely nodding before letting out a sigh and clinging tightly to your neck—pulling you close.

“It’s okay, my beautiful girl. You’re so good to me.” Her words made you moan involuntarily, only getting more turned on by her choice of words. “Come on, make me feel loved, jagiya.”

Her legs wrapped around your waist as she pulled you even deeper inside her. Your moans echoed through the kitchen, and as she nodded quickly, you began your thrusts slowly.

The position was slightly awkward. Karina’s back wasn’t straight, and she wasn’t fully lying on the counter. She was bent over slightly, holding that position so you’d fit exactly where she wanted you. Her body weight was supported by you, since she’d wrapped her arms and legs around you. The slow rhythm made her sigh every time you pulled out—leaving just the tip—and then buried yourself inside her again.

“Damn, babe. You’re so beautiful!” Your hands, which had previously been resting on the counter, reached for Jimin’s face.

Your thumb gently traced your girlfriend’s cheekbones as you gazed at her lovingly. Her flushed cheeks, her slightly teary eyes, her open mouth with the sighs and moans escaping from it—it all just made her look like a goddess to you.

“Baby...” she stammered, trying to form a complete sentence only to discover that the sensation of your cock sliding inside her made her dumber than she thought.

“How could you think I’d want anyone but you, jagiya?” Your voice was hoarse with pleasure, and your girlfriend’s moans grew even louder as you began to quicken your thrusts.

Her legs tightened around you as she pulled you closer. Her grip on your neck tightened as she finally let her back rest completely against the counter, basically pulling you on top of her. Your shoulders rose like a wall over Karina’s body, and your arms positioned beside her head, trapping her completely beneath you.

“Say you’re mine, jagiya.” Karina’s whisper made you moan; knowing she was so ecstatic she could barely speak was the most pleasurable thing for you.

“Of course I’m yours, Jimin.” The fast pace made you sigh and moan loudly, while your girlfriend threw her head back, producing a dull thud that echoed through the kitchen. “Forever, babe.”

Karina’s hands slowly slid down until they reached your shoulders; her nails raked across your muscles as she felt the knot forming inside her womb. You weren’t much different, being stimulated nonstop not only by the sensation of being inside your girlfriend, but also by her moans, her hands on your body, and the way she kept looking at you.

Her mouth opened in a sly moan as her legs began to tremble; your thrusts continued at the same rhythm while your fingers immediately found her clit, wanting her to experience as much pleasure as possible. Her teary eyes quickly welled up before tears of pleasure began to fall from her eyes. Her nails scratched your back like a wild animal, and all you could do was accept it and make sure she was having one of the best orgasms of her life.

“Baby...” You nodded in acknowledgment, showing her she didn’t need to say anything because you knew her like the back of your hand. “Come with me, please.”

She tightened her grip around you, making it a little harder for you to move. A moan escaped your lips at how tight she was, and the knot in your stomach soon dissolved along with hers. The two of you were connected and trapped in a cloud of pleasure and ecstasy that you always reached together, but never grew tired of. Karina’s eyes rolled back while you bit your lower lip hard enough to draw blood.

As she felt your thick streams of hot cum inside her, Karina’s thighs trembled more violently than before, before her body began to calm down again. The kitchen was now filled with the heavy breathing of both of you. And time seemed to have slowed down completely for a minute.

At least until you heard Jimin’s laughter echoing through the kitchen.

“What are you laughing at in there, huh?!” As you poked her sides, Karina’s body jumped, both of you moaning because you were still connected and extremely sensitive.

“Yah! Don’t do that, you idiot!” Her hand shot up and slapped your shoulder. Her eyebrows furrowed, only to smooth out again as she looked at the little smile on your face.

“I love you.” Her smile widened again as she heard those words come out of your mouth. The sincerity you always managed to convey to her when saying those same three words would always have a profound effect on her. “And I would never even think of anyone other than you.”

“Never?” You shook your head.

“Never. We’re going to stay together until the end. And I’m going to be one of those old ladies who fight in line at the convenience store so you can cut in front of everyone.” Her laughter echoed through the kitchen, making you smile as you looked at her.

“That’s way too romantic to say when you’re inside someone.” The smile quickly faded from your face as you rolled your eyes.

“Geez, you always ruin the romantic moment, Jimin.” Noticing that you were getting ready to pull away from her, your girlfriend pulled you close again. A huge smile spread across her face as her hand reached up to brush the messy strands of hair from your face.

“I love you, you silly girl."

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[bluesaie-deactivated20240815]

babyslut

“you’ll have a test next week so pay attention since this chapter is included as well.” 

the professor's monotonous voice boomed through the laptop speaker before he continued to begin the class. 

you were lying on the bed, flat on your stomach, a textbook, a small notebook, a set of colored pens, and pencils were sprawled in front of you as you took in the old man's instructions. 

you liked the concept of online classes since you didn't have to wake up early and get dressed for any of your classes anymore. 

but it did make you lazy causing your laundry to pile up and now, you were stuck wearing a plain old black t-shirt.

too absorbed by your lecture, you didn’t notice the figure entering your room until you felt a  sharp smack on your perky ass causing a surprised gasp to erupt from your mouth. 

you lifted your head up to see your tall girlfriend , bada , smiling down at you, her muscular arms out on display for your eyes to feed on. the taller takes off her cap, tossing it to the side, and pushes her long hair away from her face. the woman then dives down to capture the your pouty lips in a hungry kiss, a palm holding the back of her neck in place. 

but you had your priorities set for today, so, you slowly pushed at your girlfriend’s chest, your lips inches apart, breaths mingling with one another. 

“I have to study, bada.” your eyes remained on bada’s plump lips as you fight the urge to kiss her again. your hand unconsciously moving from the taller’s chest to her upper arm before squeezing it. 

“you have to study?” 

“y-yes mmph–” 

bada devours your lips once again but this time slipping her tongue in, licking every corner of your warm cavern before sucking on your bottom lip harshly and pulling away, leaving you in a daze.

you missed the way the taller smirked before moving to sit on the floor by the edge of your bed, snaking out her phone from her pocket. 

it took a while for you to snap out of your trance and focus on your lecture again. 

the professor's dull voice took over your mind as you jot down notes, switching from different colored pens, eyes darting from your laptop screen to the textbook and your notes. 

you enjoyed studying only when you had neatly written notes, readily available a few days before a test or an examination. 

you weren’t the type of person to cram textbooks overnight. you couldn't do that at all, instead, you create cute presentable notes with little words of encouragement on the side to boost your motivation at least a week prior to the test. 

however , your girlfriend on the other hand is the complete opposite of you. the taller would spend the final day cramming her musical sheets with you on her lap, warming up her cock with your plush ass. 

a sigh leaves your lips as rough hands knead your calf, undoing the knots. your tense muscles began to relax under your girlfriend’s touch and those skillful hands soon switch to the other leg. 

however , you were completely oblivious to the music student’s intention. 

you didn't notice bada’s hands were making their way up to the back of your thighs until she presses a certain spot causing a shiver to shoot through your body. 

“what’s wrong, baby?” bada asks innocently trying to hide the smirk that was threatening to form on her face. 

you knew you shouldn't give in easily so you simply shook your head and mumbles a quiet  'nothing'. the taller's fingers slowly snake up through the gap of your shorts.

No underwear. bada thinks to herself as she smirks.

she slips her fingers between your folds as you let out a startled moan at the sudden warmth. 

you gulp loudly, trying to concentrate on the lecture, hands shaking as you try to write the words spewing out through the speaker. 

a needy whine almost slips from your mouth when bada pulls her hands away, skin cold again. you hear soft rustles behind you but didn’t turn around, in case the taller was watching you. 

goosebumps rose on your skin as your girlfriends warm breath fans over your skin, causing your legs to twitch and thighs to press themselves together. bada swiftly tugs your shorts down,  leaving it at your ankles before diving down to leave fleeting kisses across the two luscious lumps. 

you squirm, biting your lip harshly to keep the sounds in but fail to do so when  bada grazes her teeth along the plush skin. the taller presses open-mouthed kisses to the inner crease of your ass, her gaze fixed on your fluttering pussy as you moan wantonly. 

“b-bada, please...” you whine as you arch your back, your ass pushing against your girlfriend’s face. 

the taller fondles the cheeks before smacking them causing a loud moan to erupt from  your throat. she rubs the reddened cheeks as she leans forward, her breath tickling the your ear.

“what do you want, baby?” 

“y-you know what I want...” 

“say it.” you whimper as bada bites your ear softly before running her tongue along the shell of your ear. 

“please eat m-my pussy...” 

a curse left bada’s mouth as she brought one hand up to hold your chin before turning her head to press her mouth against your. a soft grunt left the taller's throat as she pushes her tongue inside your soft pliant mouth making you moan in the process. 

you get braver and run your tongue over bada’s lip, making her gasp before the taller wraps her lips around your tongue and sucks on the soft muscle. 

a shaky breath leaves your mouth as you two pull away to catch your breaths. your eyes dart down to see your laptop and your notes long forgotten. you shift the contents to the floor you both can lay down comfortably.

bada doesn't waste much time as she settles down by the foot of the bed. she squeezes those full cheeks again before spreading them open. 

she smirks at the sight of your fluttering hole. 

the taller leaves wet kisses along your thigh, trailing upwards while you shudder at the feeling of your girlfriend’s lips against your skin. a broken moan left your mouth when bada kisses your inner thigh before softly marking the area, gracing her tongue over the bruise. 

bada shifts as she hovers over your hole, her hair brushing against your lower back making you shiver in anticipation. 

the taller spits onto your cunt before pressing her tongue flatly against it, spreading her saliva over it. you bit your lips to suppress a moan, arching your back for more. you could feel yourself getting painfully wet underneath. 

However, bada takes her time, flicking the tip of her tongue over your glistening pussy, before sucking and slurping the wetness causing you to become pliant on the bed. He

“b-bada– ah!” you gasp loudly, throwing your head back when bada hums in delight, the vibration making you shake with pleasure. 

a small blush makes its way to your cheeks as you find yourself lost in pleasure, pushing back to meet your girlfriend’s hot mouth. 

suddenly , rough hands hold your hips, halting your movement. bada pulls away as you whine, flailing your arms out to grab the taller's head. 

“such a needy baby.” bada scoffs while you moan shamelessly. 

bada pushes your hips up before getting on top of the bed, kneeling in front of your thick ass. she smacks the soft skin and you let out a choked sound, tears pricking your eyes at the euphoric feeling. 

soon, the taller gets back into eating your pussy again, cum pooling on your bedsheets, face flushed and pressed against his pillow while tears stream down your cheeks.

“a-ah! my p-pussy!” you yell out when bada pushes in a thick digit. she begins to piston her finger and her tongue at the same time, both of them rubbing deliciously against your tight walls as you gasp out puffs of air, overwhelmed by the stimulation. 

the sounds that left your mouth were divine and sinful and it makes bada rock hard. 

a final thrust of the digit along with the curl of the soft muscle, made your thigh quiver and your cunt tighten, “b-bada, i-i’m–” a loud moan escapes your throat, cum squirting out, staining your inner thighs, and sheets while your back arches into a beautiful curve, pushing the taller’s tongue deeper inside. 

you slump back on the bed, thighs still trembling, feeling fuzzy inside as your girlfriend presses soft kisses on your thigh, trailing up to your back and eventually landing one on your nape. bada  slowly turns you onto your back, “you good, baby?” 

you nod slowly before your gaze drops down. your mouth waters instantly at the outline of  bada’s glorious bulge, poking through her sweatpants. you moves your fingers towards the music student’s cock, softly tracing over the outline causing a sharp hiss to leave your girlfriend’s mouth. 

before you could continue, a rough hand holds your wrist, stopping you. you look up innocently, fluttering your lashes. 

bada chuckles at your antics, “you’re not getting away with this,y/n.” something about the way she says your name made your pussy  leak as you squeezed your thighs shut. 

“you came without my permission.” 

“i promise i’ll be a good babyslut! please, bada?” you plead, fingers slowly dipping into  bada’s waistband as the grip on your wrist falters. 

bada growls under her breath before yanking you onto the floor as you sit in front of her, legs spread. and guides you towards her cock. 

“go on.” 

you shiver as bada’s voice dropped low, your pussy getting wet again. you slowly leaned forward to mouth the clothed cock, gaze fixed on the taller’s dark ones. soft hisses and groans left your lover’s mouth, making her proud before you pull away to tug at her pants. 

bada complies as she sheds both her bottom garments. you watch every muscle twitch and flex at every movement. you feel smaller compared to your girlfriend’s and you shrink yourself, even more, thighs squeezing shut as you thought about the taller’s strength while fucking you. 

you didn’t realize that you had three of your fingers stuffed in your mouth as you ogled at your girlfriend’s body, who now had a growing smirk on her face. 

“hey,” you snap your fingers in front of your face, “eyes here, my love.” she pointed at her thick, veiny cock, standing proudly, precum leaking out of the slit and dripping down towards the base of it. 

in an instant, you pull your fingers away and launch forward to catch all the dripping precum with your tongue. bada lets out a loud groan and throws her head back, only to look back down again, arousal rising as she watched her little nerdy girlfriend , eagerly lick her cock. 

you skillfully tongued the taller’s slit before wrapping your mouth around the entire head,  moaning softly making the woman above jerk, pushing her dick further in. you both moan at the sensation and bada quickly grips  your head to control the pace. 

you wrap one of your hands around the base the cock while the other rests between your own thighs. you slowly stroke the exposed length as you lower your mouth, trying to take in as much as you can. 

“r-relax your throat, babyslut,” bada spoke through her teeth, holding back a moan as she watched her lover deep-throat her. a loud curse escaped her lips when you gagged before swallowing her entire length. she fought the urge the thrust into your mouth as you adjusted to the feeling. 

“that’s it, baby—ah! you’re such a good girl.” she praises you as she notices the tears pricking your eyes. the taller pushes your hair away from your eyes, running her thumb across your forehead,  straightening out the slight tension on your face. 

you let out a whimper as bada carefully pulls your mouth away before shoving you back in. you gag yet refused to move away as you sucked her cock before bobbing your head up and down. 

a sharp hiss escaped the taller’s mouth and she tugs your hair, making you sink deeper,  fingers shifting away from the base of the length to her balls. she buries your nose deep into her pubes, breathing in the musky scent and your head starts to spin as you pick up your pace while bada holds on your head tightens. 

“your mouth is so warm, baby.” she breathes out, her gaze turns darker as she was close to  cumming when she notices how her small girlfriend’s throat was protruding as she skillfully bobs her head. 

she pulls you away before standing up and you look up at her, hurt evident in your eyes. “i want to fuck your pretty little mouth. will you let me do that, baby?” she asks, reaching out to hold your jaw in a firm grip and tracing out patterns on the skin there, trying to comfort you.  you nod your head eagerly, eyes lighting up, “yes, please fuck my mouth, bada.” 

bada slams back into your mouth while you let out a muffled cry around her cock. she fucks herself into the your warm cavern while you gag around her length, cheeks moist with tears, drool seeping out of your mouth and smearing onto your chin and cheeks while the taller’s balls smack against your face. 

“you look so pretty like this, my babyslut— fuck! i should have your mouth stretched around my cock more often.” 

you let out another muffled moan at that and it riles the taller up, pushing in to go deeper. you gag around her length once again, throat tightening around the girth, warming it up just enough for bada’s body to jerk as she shoots cum down your throat. she pulls away, cock leaving your lips with a pop. 

bada’s eyes widen at the glorious sight in front of you. 

there you were sitting on the floor, gaze unfocused, face flushed, cheeks damp with tears and, drops of drool and cum staining your cheeks and mouth. 

the most interesting thing out of all that was your thighs which were covered in your own cum. 

“did my pretty little slut just come, untouched again?” she bends down to scoop up you into her arms, lifting your face with her hands, cooing softly before reaching out to grab her discarded t-shirt from the floor to wipe your face and thighs, not caring about the stain it’s going to leave on the black clothing. 

you whimper in response, nuzzling your face onto the taller’s hand. “i-i’m sorry…i  couldn’t help myself.”

bada’s gaze softens and she almost coos at you. she leans down to steal a peck before lifting you and placing you back on the bed. she notices how your thighs had rippled at the action and how alluring your milky skin looked with purpling marks. she gently runs her fingers over the skin causing you to squirm and whine at her touches. 

“how about i fuck your milky thighs, hmm? do you want that, babyslut?” 

“hnng…y-yes, bada.” you breathe out nodding, gripping the sheets above you as bada squeezes your thighs roughly. 

bada dives down to capture your lips in a fiery kiss, mouths molding together perfectly while the taller grinds swiftly, dragging a moan out of your throat.

the music student pulls away and reaches out to grab the lube before popping it open.

she pushes your legs up before pouring the contents onto your soft thighs causing you to mewl and squirm under her. 

a sharp gasp leaves your mouth when bada smacks the back of your thighs, watching it ripple in amusement. 

“you like that don’t you, baby?” 

you lift your hips up briefly before bringing them down again, your thighs jiggle again while bada’s gaze darkens. 

without any warning, she pushes in her cockhead through your meaty thighs moaning together at the wondrous feeling, before bada fully thrusts in.

your body twitches at the feeling of the taller’s length rubbing perfectly against your inner thighs and your dripping wet pussy.

she looks down at you as she thrusts into your thighs; the way your mouth falls open,  eyes rolling back at every thrust, encouraging bada to increase her pace. 

the way the your pudgy chest jerks caught the music student’s attention and she reaches out to run her fingers over your nipples, twisting and tweaking it, adding to your arousal. 

“look at you,” she exhales, “plump, thick and full. so beautiful.” 

a whine escapes your lips as you pant out. “hah…bada– ah! this feels good.” 

bada chuckles as she picks up her pace, grunting as sue feels her cockhead pressing against  your dripping pussy. “does it? is my babyslut enjoying this?”

you cry out in pleasure, the stimulation causing your thighs to squeeze shut while bada groans, throwing her head back. 

“of course, you are.” she flicks her finger over your nipple before rubbing it circles with her thumb causing your moans to go high. 

once she felt your thighs tremble, she slows down her pace before pulling out making the you wail out at the orgasm denial as you shoot your arms out, trying to grab onto bada’s hands but the taller picks the discarded lube and places it onto your outstretched palms instead. 

you look up at her, confused while bada smiles down at you, instead. “show me how you prepare yourself, for me.”  

you freeze for a moment, your breath hitching in your throat, eyes wide you you shift your gaze onto the bottle on your palm. you slowly roll over onto your stomach, suddenly feeling exposed.

you coat your fingers in the cold, sticky liquid; body warming up as you push your ass in the air, face pressed against your sheets, one hand holding yourself open while the other goes down, circling the pad of your index finger around your fluttering hole before carefully pushing the wet finger into your pink hole. 

a soft gasp leaves your mouth as you pushes another digit in, this time scissoring your hole,  stretching the muscle out further. 

soon you have four digits stuffed into your ass, wet noises resonating loudly within the four walls along with your uncontrollable whines and the faint sound of your professor’s voice but you pay no mind to that because a certain someone’s deep grunts were filling your ears instead, making your pussy drip helplessly. 

“fuck. at this point, i can cum just by watching you.” bada’s deep moan only added to your arousal. you turn your head slightly to the side to see the taller jerking herself at the sight of you ; bada’s beautiful girlfriend , fingering herself  open just so she could take in her girthy length. 

bada quickly stops you when she notices your thighs quivering, your eyes tearing up again and your moans getting louder, indicating that you were close. she grabbed the bottle of lube from the side of the bed, flicked it open before pouring an ample amount onto your already soaking pussy and onto your ass. 

“i-it’s cold, bada!” 

“don’t worry, baby. i’ll warm you up soon.”

she lines herself up behind you, one hand on your hip while the other is wrapped around her length to slowly enter. a breathy moan leaves your mouths at the feeling, you’re gripping the sheets tighter while bada tightens her grip on you. 

she slowly enters until her heavy balls are pressed against the back of your upper thighs.  she leans forward, completely covering your, underneath her. you blushes as you realize how huge your girlfriend is and you push back to alert the taller to move. 

soon enough, bada began to ram her cock into the tight heat, her balls smacking against your soft ass making it jiggle at every thrust. “nnngh…y-your cock is huge!” a lewd moan escapes your mouth at the feeling while the taller grunts, wrapping her arms around your  petite figure, increasing her pace. 

“s-shit, you’re so tight.” she groaned, softly biting onto your shoulder, marking the skin there while you gasp out a shaky breath. you began to push back slowly,  grinding onto her cock. bada leans forward, mouth pressed against your ear as she breathes out, 

“ride me, baby.”

you let out a sound of approval and then you’re handled by the taller. bada lies down on her back while you straddled her lap, your plump ass nuzzling her cock. 

bada watches as you pump the taller’s length a few times before stretching yourself open and carefully sinking onto her cock, jaw slacking, your breaths coming out in short pants as you fully settle down onto the base of her cock. 

you wait for a few moments, trying to get yourself adjusted before you lift your hips until the thick cockhead is at your entrance. you then slam back down, a sultry moan escaping your throat as you throw your head back in pleasure. 

“hnng…ha...bada...” you grind down onto the taller’s cock, feeling the warmth building up inside your tight walls. 

“my babyslut– ah!” she grabs your hips to thrust in, watching your thighs shake, your tits  bounce and your stomach protrudes even more, “you make me so hard.” 

That riles you up. 

you arch your back and shift all your weight onto your thighs before bouncing on the taller’s cock,  feeling it probe your insides deliciously.

at this point, you was too lost in pleasure, feeling the taller’s cock penetrate deeper and deeper as you come back down, your girlfriend’s huge, rough hand rubbing your cunt while the other squeezes your hip and thigh. 

It was too much for you. 

tears form in your eyes at the euphoric feeling, you look down to see the outline of bada’s  cock under your stomach causing a soft gasp to leave your mouth.

“oh! my poor babyslut is leaking so much, look at you.” bada coos softly, grip tightening around your hips. 

“so wet and pretty only for me .” 

“f-fuck, bada! i-i can’t–” 

[“y/n? Can you hear me?”] 

Everything stops. 

you feels your blood running cold at the familiar gruff voice. you quickly stack up your pillows, one on top of the other before hoisting the laptop from the ground onto the pillows.  

you fix your t-shirt before adjusting the angle of the screen. you then, unmute your mic to speak, “yes sir. i can hear you.” 

[“don’t forget the webcam as well.”] 

you hesitantly presses on the red camera icon, watching it turn white. your eyes quickly dart to the corner of the screen to see yourself, only your upper body is visible along with your flushed face making you sigh in relief.

[“alright, you can switch off your webcam.”] 

you quickly switch it off and slowly begin to push yourself off of your girlfriend’s cock but the latter grabbed your hips, slamming you back down while you bite back a moan. 

[now, tell me the similarity between the reaction of bromine with a saturated hydrocarbon and  with an unsaturated hydrocarbon?”]  

bada’s hands come to rest under your thighs, causing you to shift your attention down. the music student lifts you up and the latter’s eyes widen as you shake your head, trying to tell her not to do it, but the taller had already decided otherwise. 

she simply smirks before thrusting into your wet and sloppy cunt, not giving you any time to process what was happening. you lean forward from the impact, palms planting onto the taller’s toned chest to prevent yourself from falling. 

you could hear your professor speaking but your mind was clouded to register his words from the way the taller was looking at you as she thrusts her girthy length in. “b-bada, what are you–” you tried whispering but the music student cuts you off with a sharp push of her cock which grazed perfectly against your sweet spot.

“f-fuck !” you threw your head back while letting out a choked moan; eyes tearing up again. 

[“y/n? Is everything okay?”] 

it takes a moment for you to realize that your professor was talking to you. you pant out a  breath, a curse leaving your lips, eyes wide, cheeks flushed and wet with fresh tears before you cleared your throat and mumbled a small ‘i’m fine.’ 

you could only hope your professor didn’t catch the sound of your dripping and noisy pussy. 

the professor urged for you to answer the question by repeating it once again. “both reactions result in– a-ah..ahem..” you cough to cover up your moan while bada thrusts in again. “i-it results in bromine being incorporated into the s-struc–” you let out a hiss when  bada lifts your shirt to pinch your hardened nipple, “–ture of the product.” 

[“t-that is absolutely correct. thank you, y/n. You may mute your microphone.”]

you lean forward to switch your mic off and the taller impatiently shoves you onto the bed before pushing your legs flush against her body. a soft whimper leaves your mouth at the revealing position, your cunt tightening around bada’s shaft. 

“do you know how sexy that was, babyslut? answering perfectly while i fucked your tight little cunt, hmm?” she slowly pulls out halfway; gaze fixed on your gaping hole which stretched around her thick cockhead. 

you screw your eyes shut, your breath laboring at the praise, as you clench around the taller’s length with all your might, “please, bada! please, please fuck me hard!” you beg, eyes tearing up and heart beating hard. 

you could barely process the feeling of the cold liquid around your hole, before the taller rams into you again. the loud squelching noises from your wet pussy made you blush as bada fucks you at an animalistic pace, your tits bouncing helplessly at the speed. Incoherent words and sounds left your throat and you drool onto your pillows, eyes rolling back at the stimulation. 

“s-shit, baby! your pussy is so warm and wet. i could fuck you for hours.” 

“Haa...bada…I-I’m...close.” you slur along with lovely high-pitched moans leaving your wet  mouth, “please, need to…c-cum.” 

bada grunts, squeezing the your thighs harshly before commanding, “Cum for  me, babyslut.” 

A final thrust to your sensitive spot had you clenching down on bada’s cock and the taller’s hips stutter as she filled you up to the brim but continued to chase her high by drilling into you.

you scream out in pleasure, body jerking while squirting out a copious amount of cum all over both of you; vision turning white and ears ringing as you fall limp on the bed. 

a soft noise leaves your throat, almost sounding like a whimper when your girlfriend plants soft kisses along your shoulder and neck. the taller slowly lifts herself up to pull out causing a gush of thick liquid to spill out of your loose cunt while you mewl at the feeling. 

bada rolls over to lay beside you, her hand going down to cup your pussy before pushing in two digits. 

“wr have to get you cleaned up, baby.” 

“I-It doesn’t matter, I like having your cum inside me.”

bada chuckles at that and leans forward to kiss her, “you’re going to make me hard again.” she lazily fingers her cum out of your little hole, languid moans leaving your lips; you was way too spent to keep his eyes open. 

However, a soft ding catches your attention, making you open your eyes and turn towards the side to look at your laptop screen. you slowly scan your eyes over the bold text on the screen, taking your own sweet time to comprehend the words. 

your eyes widen and a sharp gasp leaves your mouth as you prop yourself onto your elbows, ignoring the pain that shot through your body. bada also lifts herself up to take a peek at your laptop screen. her eyes widen at first but they instantly crinkle as she bursts into fits of laughter, pulling you back to bed. 

You Have Been Removed from the Meeting.

you’re going to have a long talk with your professor. 

“Do you think they heard us, bada?” you ask, as the taller pumps her digits in and out of your pussy, teasingly brushing against your special spot.

bada chuckles amusedly before rolling over and hovering over the your, twisting her digits causing a whimper to leave your mouth. “does it matter? I bet your beautiful  voice made all of them cream their pants for you, sweetheart.” 

the mere thought of that made your body twitch as you cum untouched for the third time but this time the taller continues to finger every drop of liquid that is inside of you before lifting you to the bathroom where she pampered you with kisses and gentle massages as she cleaned you up. 

it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep in the tub, resting comfortably against bada’s naked chest. 

you trusted bada enough to know that she would take care of you.  

you know she will dry you up, apply ointment on your bruises and dress you up warmly before tucking you in bed. 

you know the taller will sing to you softly even though you’re asleep. 

you also knows that she’ll cuddle you until the next morning.

so, considering all that, you know, bada will cover up for you in front of the taller’s father;  Professor lee. 

[punksrhea]

RHEA RIPLEY WWE SmackDown, April 10th, 2026

[muerdida]

sophie charlotte is our brazilian ella purnell ♡

[taruusmoon]

The fact that minah is not part of team bebe anymore

[bruhshelifts]

using the strap with a femme but she’s in full control, telling me how she wants it, how fast i should go, and how good i’m making her feel. mindlessly rutting my hips into her, groaning because of how wet she is, completely drunk off of her moans with my lips attacking her neck and the end of the toy hitting against me with every thrust FUCK

[kymarola]

i don't want to go back to work, I want to make money reading fics here :/

[kymarola]

Tatto Bada x fem reader??? someone??? PLEASE??

[scottslvt]

situationship so bad that it gave her religious psychosis

[loveroffemmes]

can i request loser g!p lottie with popular fem!reader headcanons orrr however u wanna go about it :O

G!P Loser!Lottie x Popular!Fem!Reader Headcanons

warnings: NSFW after the cut

summary: headcanons of g!p loser!lottie x popular!fem!reader

-> Loser! Lottie who can’t help but stare at you in class. She sits behind you in every shared class so that she can stare at you for the entire period. She scribbles your name all over her notes, not even bothering to pay attention anymore. 

-> Loser! Lottie who tags along to every event and party her popular girlfriend (you) attends. She doesn’t know anyone, so she ends up clinging to you the whole night (which you absolutely do not mind). 

-> Loser! Lottie who tutors you in the library after school (and sometimes teaches you the wrong material because she is too distracted by how pretty you are).

-> Loser! Lottie who stutters and turns red the second you compliment her, she’s hardly able to make eye contact with you. 

-> Loser! Lottie who waits outside your class for you, leaning against the lockers and trying to look really non-chalant while she does so. 

-> Loser! Lottie who gets insanely jealous, but she has trouble confronting anyone, so she just ends up hovering behind you, glaring at the person. 

-> Loser! Lottie who carries all of your books and things for you in between classes. She always follows you around, making sure you don’t have to carry a single thing or open a single door. 

-> Loser! Lottie who cannot believe that you’re dating her. She goes on and on to her friends about how her biggest accomplishment is being your girlfriend. 

-> Loser! Lottie who absolutely loves when you introduce her as ‘your girlfriend’ to people. 

-> Loser! Lottie who tried her first ever alcoholic drink with you because she wanted to impress you. She ended up liking it just because it tasted like your lips after a party. 

-> Loser! Lottie who gets hard just from looking at you.

-> Loser! Lottie who can cum just from making out. The first time you guys made out in her car; her hips would start helplessly jerking upwards just because you put your hand on her thigh, making a mess in her boxers instantly. 

-> Loser! Lottie who gets hard just from watching you, whether that be when you’re laughing with your friends in class or her watching you practice. 

-> Loser! Lottie who kept a pair of your panties in her room which she uses to jerk off in because they smell like you. 

-> Loser! Lottie who repeatedly asks you ‘Is this okay?’ every time she thrusts into you, her voice trembling like she cannot believe that you let her fuck you. 

-> Loser! Lottie who you jerk off because you don’t want to study.

-> Loser! Lottie who loves when you cockwarm her while she’s studying and insists on doing it every single time, but then loses focus almost instantly and ends up thrusting up into you. 

-> Loser! Lottie who doesn’t realize just how big she is until it’s all you can moan out while she’s fucking you.

-> Loser! Lottie who you drag to every party so you two can fuck in one of the empty rooms.

-> Loser! Lottie who has a huge praise kink. She cums almost instantly when you call her a ‘good girl’. 

-> Loser! Lottie who came without even touching herself the first time you ever sent her a dirty photo of yourself. 

-> Loser! Lottie who begs to give you hickeys because she knows how many people at school stare at you.

-> Loser! Lottie who cried the first time she came inside you, so overwhelmed from how good it felt; just muttering ‘Thank you, thank you’ over and over again while she cums. 

masterlist

[kymarola]

my bbbbbtyy

[badasbebi]

the cupid project ➛ 2/2

part one

✦ pairing: bada lee x fem!reader

✦ summary: you and your long-term work crush devise a plan to win a company contest. in the end, you wind up going to extreme lengths to commit to the bit

✦ genre/au: fluff, smut MDNI!!, fake dating, videographer reader, bada's extra sweet here, slight friends to lovers

✦ word count: 7k

✦ warnings: isn't proofread. top!bada. bada carries a strap and im not talking about a gun. fingering.

✦ a/n: happy (early) valentine's day!

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When the two of you arrive, the bowling alley is mostly empty, save for the JustJerk employees milling around and a couple of people hanging out in the arcade. The staff member at the counter gives you a warm greeting and directs the two of you to the lane your friends are at. 

You walk up the ramp, scanning the area. The first person you spot is Hoyeon, who is sitting down, chatting with Minho. When she notices the two of you, her lips stretch into a wide smile and she raises a hand to wave. You return the gesture, and the two of you approach her.

"Hi," you smile, plopping down onto the seat next to her. Bada sits next to you, effectively sandwiching you between the two women.

"Hey, guys," she greets, a twinkle in her eyes.

"Did we miss anything?" Bada asks.

"Just the boys getting their asses beat by the girls,” Hoyeon says, glancing at the time on her phone.

"Sounds about right," Bada chuckles.

"Hey! We're not that bad!" Minho says, mock-offended.

"Sure, Minho," Hoyeon says, smirking.

"I don't know. I'm not that great either," you admit.

"Really? Why?" Bada questions.

"I guess I'm just not competitive," you shrug.

"Well you’re gonna have to start getting competitive. I can’t let you be the one who lets the boys get a hold on us,” Bada proclaims, nudging you.

“Why not? We could have a tie, then. Wouldn’t that be nice, Minho? For the boys to not be so embarrassingly outplayed all the time?" you suggest, earning a glare from Minho.

"Oh, shut up," he mutters, causing the three of you to laugh.

"Anyway, y/n, if you’re really that bad, don’t worry about it. I’ll help you out,” Bada promises, placing a hand on your knee. You try not to react.

"Okay, cool, thank you.” You nod, trying not to react.

“No problem,” she says, planting a quick kiss on your cheek. You were going to die before tonight was over.

You glance at Hoyeon, who, upon seeing the exchange, smirks. “So, I'm guessing you two are getting along well?"

"Yeah," Bada grins. "I think so."

"That's good," Hoyeon smiles. "I'm glad."

"Thanks," you reply, avoiding her eyes. You haven’t told Hoyeon that you were faking things with Bada. After the pictures dropped, Hoyeon was one of the first people to text you about it, sending you a flurry of messages full of profanities for not having kept her updated. You’re not sure why you don’t want to tell her the truth. You know she’d be able to keep a secret.

But a part of you knows that you’re enjoying the pretending a bit too much. If you fess up, it would make the reality of the situation more apparent, and the thought of that is starting to disappoint you more than the idea of losing the prize, altogether. 

“Hey! There you two are,” Youngj shouts, breaking your train of thought. He makes his way toward you, followed by Redllic wearing a sour expression on her face.

Youngj stops in front of your group, placing his hands on his hips. "You're late," he pouts.

"Sorry, boss," Bada apologizes.

"It's okay. You're not the only ones," he says, sighing. “Are you guys gonna come play or what?”

"We're coming, we're coming," Bada replies, grabbing your hand and pulling you up.

“Eat em’ up, girls!” Hoyeon shouts with a whoop, followed by loud booing from Minho.

"Let's go," Bada smiles, squeezing your hand.

"Right," you reply, ignoring the racing of your heart.

Bada drops your hand, walking over to the rack and grabbing a bowling ball. She turns around, giving you a thumbs up and a cute smile. You roll your eyes and she laughs, turning back around.

As she steps forward to take her turn, you catch a whiff of her perfume. It's intoxicating.

The ball rolls down the lane and knocks down nine pins. You close your eyes, resisting the urge to shout. Why was this woman good at everything?

Bada throws the ball again, knocking the last pin over and finishing her frame with a strike. The crowd applauds, and she does a cute little curtsy, which you find unreasonably adorable.

You watch her, transfixed, as she approaches you.

"Good job," you say, a bit too enthusiastically.

"Thank you," she smiles, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Now, it's your turn."

"Alright, alright," you say, making your way over to the ball rack.

You select a red ball, testing the weight. It's heavy, but not too much, and fits comfortably in your hands.

"Remember, use the guide, aim for the middle, and throw slowly," Bada calls, and you nod, not turning around.

You position the ball against your chest, lining up your feet. Then, in one swift motion, you push the ball forward and release it.

The ball lands directly in the gutter, rolling down and colliding with thin air. You groan, watching the screen count up the pins you hit, or lack thereof. Zero. 

"It's okay. Here, I'll show you," Bada says, placing her hands on your shoulders and guiding you over to the middle of the lane.

"First, you want to line up your feet." She says, standing behind you. "And then, you want to position your shoulders and the rest of your body."

You do as she instructs, attempting to focus on her directions.

"Then, the key is to relax and to keep your arm loose. If you tense up, your ball will go all over the place," she says, wrapping her hands around your bicep, massaging it a bit. "So, take a deep breath, and just throw the ball."

You breathe deeply, closing your eyes. You feel the weight of her arms leave your own, and then the weight of her hand on your back.

"Ready?" she whispers, and you nod.

"Okay," she says, patting you, signaling that she has moved.

You exhale, opening your eyes and swinging the ball forward.

You release the ball, and it glides down the lane, knocking eight pins down. You can hear the cheers, but the sound is muffled.

"You did it!" Bada exclaims, hugging you tightly from behind. You laugh, returning her embrace.

"You did most of the work," you say, grinning.

"You would have gotten it without me eventually.”

"Whatever you say," you say, not wanting to argue.

The rest of the night passes by quickly, with you and the girls absolutely destroying the guys, filled with laughter and smiles. By the end of the night, your stomach is sore and your cheeks are aching. When you’re not laughing with one of your coworkers, you’re with Bada, giggling at her jokes, listening to her stories, and being a part of her world. And in the moments when you think nobody is looking, she looks at you and smiles, her eyes soft and sparkling.

Toward the end of the night, you head to the bathroom, fixing your makeup and taking a few breaths. 

After you finish, you exit the restroom, walking over to the bar and ordering a glass of water. As you wait, you notice Bada talking to Redllic, their faces stern and serious. You can't hear what they're saying, but something about their expressions is making you nervous.

"Here's your water," the bartender says, handing you the cup.

"Thank you," you respond, accepting the drink. You take a sip, trying to act casual, but you're not fooling anyone. You knew Bada and Redllic had some kind of romantic history, but you weren’t sure how significant it was.

After a moment, Bada and Redllic separate, heading toward different ends of the bar. Bada makes her way over to you, her features still hardened.

"Are you okay?" you ask, concern filling your tone.

"Yes. I'm fine," she replies, her voice stiff.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you offer.

"Not now. Let’s just have fun, yeah?" she says, a forced smile appearing on her lips.

"Okay," you say, reaching over and squeezing her hand. She squeezes back.

"You know, you look nice tonight," she compliments.

"Thanks," you smile, blushing slightly. "You do, too."

"Thank you," she says, and a small grin replaces her false smile. "So, are you having fun?"

"Yeah, I am," you nod. "A lot of fun. It’s a good thing you dragged me out here, seriously. I’m actually good at bowling now.”

"I mean, you weren’t that bad of a student. It’s not like you needed much help. I’m almost wondering if you faked being bad," Bada teases.

"What?! Of course not. How could you think that?" you exclaim, feigning offense.

"Mhm, I don’t know, you seemed pretty excited when I came to help you out. I think I felt your heartbeat over there," she laughs, poking your arm.

Oh shit. You’ve been found out.

You cross your arms, stubborn and determined to get yourself out of this. "Well, was it necessary to get so handsy with it? Do you do that with all of your students?”

"Only the cute ones," Bada says, staring you down. 

Your heart races. This was escalating quickly. “Well, then, I guess I’ll consider myself lucky."

"You should," she says, a smirk appearing on her lips. “I could get much more handsy, if you wanted me to."

What the hell was going on? As much as you and Bada have casually flirted, it’s never gotten this bold. Whatever happened while you were in the bathroom must have seriously messed with her brain. Maybe she’s experiencing face blindness and thinks you’re someone else.

"Oh, how so?" you ask, playing along, testing the waters.

"I can show you," she says, placing a hand on the side of your face, brushing her thumb across your cheek. She moves her other hand onto your lower back, her grip light, yet firm. You shiver, leaning into her touch.

"What do you think?" she whispers.

"I think I'd like that very much," you admit, feeling her breath on your neck.

"Good," she murmurs, her eyes locking onto yours.

She closes the space between you, and her lips are on yours. She tastes like the fruity wine she had earlier and her chapstick.

You kiss her back, savoring the moment. Warmth and comfort is all around you, enveloping your senses. You pull away after a moment, catching your breath.

"What's wrong?" Bada asks, searching your face.

"Nothing. Everything's perfect," you say, kissing her again.

You don't care anymore. You just want her.

You move your hands, wrapping them around her neck and pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. Her hands trail up and down your sides, sending goosebumps up and down your arms. She bites your lip gently, and you gasp, tugging on her hair.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, you separate. 

Bada exhales, fixing her bangs.

You stare ahead blankly, your mind fuzzy. But, through the haze, you feel a wave of euphoria rush over you, and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from grinning. There was not a single part of you that would've guessed that you'd end up kissing Bada Lee upon joining Justjerk. Really, you were surprised she even gave you the time of day in the first place. You'd spent months trying to work up the courage to speak to her, and when the chance came, you almost choked and avoided her, too overwhelmed by the mere thought of speaking to her. But, as the old adage goes, life's full of surprises.

Bada twists her head to the side, staring at something, or someone with a furrowed brow.

"Hey, what's wrong?" you ask, placing a hand on her forearm.

"Oh, nothing. I was just looking out for Redllic," she replies, her frown melting into a small, apologetic smile.

The smile that you were trying to hold back disappears, replaced with a cold, hard pit of dread. "What about her?"

"She's over there," Bada nods, tilting her chin. You don't bother to turn to look. "You know that conversation you saw us have? She came up to me and accused us of pretending to get together for the money. Said there was no way we actually got together that fast. I, of course, denied it. Hopefully that kiss will shut her up."

"Oh. That makes sense. Sorry for not being more helpful," you apologize, your voice coming out hollow.

"Don't be," she says, her words rushed. "I didn't tell you about it because I didn't wanna worry you. But, we're in this together, right?"

"Yeah, definitely," you say, attempting to ignore the lump in your throat.

"That's good. Now, what were we talking about?" Bada asks, grinning.

Were you even talking about anything? You can't remember, too preoccupied with the dull feeling in the center of your chest. It's not like you were expecting Bada and you to be an actual couple. You were well aware that whatever relationship the two of you shared was just a facade. But hearing the reason why she kissed you was like a bucket of ice water poured over your head, reminding you of reality.

"I can't remember. Actually, I think I'm feeling a little sick," you lie.

"Oh, are you alright?" she asks, her voice laced with concern.

"Yeah. Don't worry about me. It’s probably something I ate. I'm just gonna head home, I think. You don't have to come with. I'll catch an Uber," you reply, forcing a weak smile.

"What? No, don't waste your money. I'll drive you home. Let me just grab my stuff," she offers, but you shake your head.

"It's really okay. I don't want you to miss out on fun with your friends," you insist, the ache in your throat growing. Why'd she have to be so nice?

"No, I insist. I'll drop you off and come back."

"Bada-"

"Y/N, please," she interrupts. "You're important to me. You're my friend. Helping you out isn't a big deal."

Her words simultaneously break your heart and fix it, and, finally, you give in.

"Fine," you sigh.

She grins. "Now, stay put," she commands, a stern expression replacing her worried one.

"Yes ma'am," you salute.

"Good girl," she teases, and you just stare, your face turning pink.

Bada walks off, and you stare into your glass, the ice having melted. After a moment, she returns, her jacket and backpack slung over her shoulder.

"Ready?" she asks, and you nod, following her out of the bar.

The night is cold and dark, and the stars are shining bright. The sound of the wind fills the air, and your footsteps seem loud, crunching against the ground.

You get to the parking lot and walk over to her car. Bada unlocks the doors, and you open the passenger door before she can do it for you, ignoring the frown on her face. You slide in, put your seatbelt on, and she turns the key, the engine roaring to life.

The ride home is filled with an awkward silence, neither of you sure of what to say. Finally, Bada clears her throat.

"Listen, y/n. Are you upset with me, or something? If I did or said anything to make you mad you, I'm sorry," she says, her voice tight.

"No, it's not that," you assure, and she relaxes a bit. "I'm just feeling sick. Like I said."

"Alright," she sighs.

You arrive at your house, and you unbuckle your seatbelt. "Thanks for the ride."

"Of course. I'm glad I could help. Goodnight," she says, and you nod.

"Night," you say, exiting the vehicle.

You head up the path, the wind causing your hair to fly in your face. As you are about to reach the front steps, Bada pulls her car back, reversing. She rolls the passenger window down, sticking her head out.

"Wait!" she shouts, and you freeze, your hand gripping the railing.

"What?" you call back, confused.

"I-uh...ugh," she exclaims, her forehead wrinkling. "I can't just leave you alone. Not when you're sick. Let me take care of you. Please."

You blink. You just could not get rid of this woman. "I'll be fine," you reply, shortly, turning toward your building again. 

"At least let me walk you inside. Then, I'll leave," she offers.

You groan, stopping in your tracks with your eyes closed in frustration. It was too cold for this. "Fine," you mutter.

"Great," she says, and the relief in her voice makes you feel guilty.

"But only for a few minutes. And only because I know how persistent you are."

"Thank you," she says, and the sincerity in her voice makes your chest tighten.

She turns her car off, grabs her backpack, and hops out of the vehicle. You lead her into the building, and the two of you make your way up the stairs, eventually arriving at your door.

You unlock it, and the two of you enter. Your apartment is dark and silent, and the sound of your breathing is loud.

"Well, here it is. It's not much, but it's home," you shrug, flipping the light switch on.

"It's cozy," she smiles, and you can't help but grin, too.

"Yeah. Um, would you like some water, or tea, or anything?"

"No, thank you. I'm okay," she replies, adjusting her backpack straps.

"Alright, then," you say, standing in the entryway.

The awkward silence returns, and the two of you stare at each other, neither knowing what to do. Finally, Bada steps forward, closing the space between the two of you.

"Are you sure you're okay? You seemed pretty distant toward the end of the night," she asks, her features soft.

"Yeah. Like I said, not feeling great. Must have been the food," you repeat yourself  robotically, not looking her in the eye.

She frowns. "I'm sorry."

"Why? It's not your fault," you shrug, avoiding her gaze.

"It is, though. Isn’t it? You're my friend, and I care about you. So, if something is bothering you, I want to know and work it out,” she pauses, a guilt-ridden expression overtaking her features. "If this is about the kiss...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

Your stomach drops, and your eyes widen. "What? Why?"

"Because," she sighs, rubbing the back of her neck. "I took advantage of the situation. I should've just told Redllic to fuck off. Or maybe even asked you if you were comfortable with it beforehand."

"You didn't take advantage of me," you argue. 

"Still. It wasn't right. I shouldn't have done it. I'm sorry," she repeats, looking at the ground.

"You don't need to be sorry," you insist.

"Really?"

"Yeah," you nod.

"Okay," she says, the crease between her eyebrows disappearing. "Well, then, I guess I should go."

"I guess so," you agree, not making a move.

She hesitates, staring at you. You stare back, your heart racing. She reaches out and takes your hand, giving it a squeeze.

"Goodnight," she whispers, her voice soft.

"Night," you reply, her touch burning your skin.

She releases your hand, turns around, and heads out, the door closing behind her. You watch her leave, your brain going a mile a minute.

You don't know what's wrong with you. It was just a stupid kiss. It meant nothing. But, despite all of that, the pit in your stomach won't go away, and the thought of her lips against yours replays in your mind.

Maybe you were wrong. Maybe it wasn't just a kiss. Maybe it meant everything.

Oh fuck it. Fuck it.

You open the door with a vigor that rivaled that of the Hulk's. "Bada," you call out, sprinting into the hallway.

A few steps down the hall, she freezes.

"What is it?" she asks, turning around, her eyebrows raised.

"Just-just, um," you stammer, your mouth dry. "Come back."

She stares for a second, then smirks. "Okay," she says, walking back with a pep in her step. 

Once she reaches the door, she enters, and the two of you stare at each other, unsure.

"What is it?" Bada asks, her face calm.

"I-uh," you start, then swallow.

Fuck. Why was this so hard? Why couldn't you just be honest with her?

"What?" Bada urges, the smirk returning. You look at the floor, the wall, anything. Finally, you take a deep breath, and look her in the eyes.

"I wanted to ask if...you could maybe stay a little longer," you murmur, your cheeks hot.

She raises an eyebrow, her expression a mixture of amusement and disbelief.

"You sure?"

"Yes," you respond, a little too quickly.

She grins, the smirk replaced with a genuine smile. "Then, I will."

"Okay," you breathe, letting the tension flow from your shoulders.

"So, what did you want to do?" she asks, staring at your lips.

"I don't know," you shrug, not taking your eyes off hers.

"Hmm," she hums, stepping closer.

"Uh, did you wanna, uh, watch TV, or something?" you offer, your voice quiet.

"No," she replies, shaking her head.

"What did you wanna do, then?" you ask, your heartbeat fast.

"Something else." She mutters, and without warning, her lips are on yours again.

She wraps her arms around you, and you immediately melt into her embrace, her scent clouding your senses. Like last time, you wrap your arms around her neck. Her tongue slips into your mouth, exploring, and her hands run down your sides, sending chills down your spine. You let out a moan, and she bites your lip, drawing another from you. 

Your hands tangle in her hair, and hers cup your ass, lifting you up. She carries you over to your bedroom, per your directions, and places you onto your bed gently. Her fingers graze your thigh, and goosebumps pop up all over your body. You pull away, and her eyes are dark.

"Do you want to do this?" she asks, her voice low.

"Yeah," you respond, and she grins.

She kisses you again, and her fingers inch upward, her hand sliding under the hem of your shirt. She traces your skin, leaving a trail of fire, and your breathing quickens.

"Can I take this off?" she asks, pulling at the bottom of your top.

"Yes," you say, lifting yourself off the bed slightly.

She slides your shirt up, and over your head, tossing it aside. She unhooks your bra and discards it, too.

Her eyes linger on your bare chest, and you watch her pupils dilate. You bite your lip, running your hands through her hair.

"Fuck," she growls, and she pushes you back down onto the mattress, her lips trailing from yours to your jaw, your collarbone, your neck, and finally, your chest.

She sucks and nips at the skin there, and you grip her hair tighter, eliciting a moan. She moves downward, kissing down your torso. When her lips reach the waistband of your jeans, she stops, glancing up at you.

"Do you want me to keep going?"

"Yes," you plead, and her mouth curls into a mischievous smirk.

"Okay," she says, and she undoes the button and zipper of your jeans.

She tugs them off and throws them aside, leaving you in just your underwear. Her eyes are on yours, and you're frozen.

"Please," you beg, and she lets out a deep chuckle.

"Begging already?"

"Shut up," you hiss, and she laughs, before her hands slip beneath the hem of your panties.

She pulls the material off, leaving you completely exposed.

"Fuck," she mutters, her eyes wide.

You squirm under her gaze, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "What?"

"You're so fucking sexy," she breathes, her eyes filled with lust.

"Really?"

"Of course. Do you even know what you're doing to me right now?"

"N-no," you mumble, averting your eyes.

"Look at me."

You obey, her usually warm puppy eyes now darkened into something wicked, capturing yours.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes," you breathe.

"Good. Now, lay down," she commands, her voice firm.

You comply, relaxing your body. She climbs on top of you, her hand resting on top of your thigh. 

"Do you still want to do this?"

"Yes," you affirm, nodding.

"Okay," she says, and then, her hand is between your legs.

Her fingers slide along your wetness, and your breathing quickens. Her eyes are fixed on yours, watching your reaction.

"Shit," you groan, as her finger presses against your clit.

"You like that?" she purrs, her lips ghosting across your skin.

"Mhmm," you moan, her finger circling the sensitive bud.

Her finger slips inside you, and you cry out, throwing your arms around her torso. She pumps slowly, and her thumb brushes against your clit.

"More," you pant, your body trembling.

"Of course," she hums, slipping a second digit into you.

"Ah," you moan, gripping her tightly.

She thrusts her fingers deeper, hitting that special spot within. You gasp, your back arching. You're so wet you can hear the squelch of her digits moving inside you, and you slam your eyes shut, overwhelmed. Her lips meet your neck, her teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh, and your moans are muffled.

"Bada, please," you whimper, her fingers curling against that spongey tissue, the sensation making your toes curl.

"Please what, baby?" she murmurs, her thumb rubbing against your clit, the friction making you shiver.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm close, please," you gasp, your walls tightening around her. "Make me come," you choke, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

"I will," she promises, and her fingers thrust harder, her thumb moving faster. You cry, the tension in your abdomen building.

"That's it, baby, come for me," she coaxes, and with one final brush against that sensitive spot, you shatter.

The orgasm rips through you, and you convulse, your vision blacking out. You gasp for air, trying to catch your breath. She watches you, a satisfied smile on her face as she caresses your sides with her other hand. 

"Did you enjoy that?"

"Yeah," you say, breathless. "But you didn't finish," you frown, your eyes trailing to her still-clothed form.

"Oh, I will," she says, a smirk reappearing. She rolls over, grabbing her backpack.

"What are you doing?" you ask, sitting up.

"I'm not done with you yet," she answers, her smile devilish. You watch, transfixed, as she pulls out a strap-on and a bottle of lube.

"Oh," you exhale, your core heating. This women was going to be the death of you.

"This okay?"

"The fact that you're casually carrying around a strap-on?"

She smiles, sheepishly. "I like to be prepared."

"But, yes, that is more than okay," you say, licking your lips.

"Great," she says, unbuckling her belt and shrugging her pants off, revealing black boxer briefs. She steps into the harness, pulling the straps tight. She squirts some lube onto her hand, reaching for the dildo, but you stop her.

"Wait-can I?"

"Go ahead," she nods, giving you a smile.

You kneel on the bed, facing her. You gather some lube onto your hand, then coat the silicone. Your hand runs along the length, and your eyes are fixated on the fake cock. It's large, and ribbed, and the mere sight of it makes your thighs squeeze together.

"Like what you see?"

"Yeah," you whisper, looking at her.

She grins, her hands tangling themselves into your hair, pulling you forward. Your lips crash into hers, and she pulls away, her hands tugging your head backward.

"How do you want to do this, pretty girl?"

"I-I don't know," you stammer, flustered.

She chuckles, releasing her hold on your hair. "Lay back down."

You follow her orders, laying back against the pillows.

"Spread your legs," she commands, her tone firm.

You do as she says, your pussy aching. She positions herself in front of you, and leans forward, her lips brushing against your ear.

"Ready?"

"Yes," you sigh, wrapping your arms around her again.

She guides the dildo into you, and the tip teases your entrance, the cool silicone sending shivers through you. She pushes into you, and you gasp, the ribbed surface scraping against your walls.

"Is this okay?"

"Yeah," you moan, squeezing her.

She hums and begins to thrust, hard, the silicone stretching you open.

"Fuck," you cry, digging your nails into her back. Her mouth reaches your neck, sucking, and biting, the sensations overwhelming.

She picks up the pace, your bed squeaking in response, and your hips buck, the pleasure building.

"Oh god, oh fuck," you whine, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.

"So beautiful," she murmurs, her voice strained.

"Bada, please, faster," you beg, your muscles tensing up. 

"Fuck," she hisses, her pace quickening.

"Yes, yes," you pant, the coil in your stomach tightening.

"You gonna come, baby?"

"Yes, fuck, I'm so close," you moan, her words pushing you closer.

"That's it, come for me," she groans, her thrusts getting sloppier.

"Fuck, Bada," you whine, and you break, the orgasm consuming you. You scream as you ride the waves of ecstasy, her name tumbling from your lips. You cling to her, shaking, the intensity nearly blinding.

"Fuck," you whisper, the euphoria fading, and exhaustion taking over.

"That's it, good girl," she whispers, slowing her thrusts.

You let go, sinking into the bed, your mind hazy. She pulls out of you, and removes the strap-on, tossing it onto the floor. She lays down beside you, and you snuggle into her, your head resting on her chest.

"Fuck," you mutter, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"That was fun," she says, her tone teasing.

"Yeah," you sigh, nuzzling closer.

She strokes your hair, her fingers soothing.

"We should get some rest," she says, her voice low.

"Mhm," you hum, your eyes closing.

You feel her place a kiss on the top of your head, and a smile forms on your face. You drift off, a grin still on your face, and a certain someone's heartbeat the last thing you hear.

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Bada was nowhere to be seen. After you woke up to an empty bed, you searched your house, convinced she was playing a prank on you. No trace of her, her clothes, her bag. You tried to call her, but her phone was turned off. It was as if she'd vanished into thin air.

And so, there you sat, in your apartment, where you slept with her, alone, wondering if you hallucinated the whole thing. Maybe, the stress of working at Justjerk, the pressure of living up to your expectations had finally gotten to you, and caused a nervous breakdown. But, no. She was there, she was real, and she'd given you the best night of your life. The best week of your life. So, where was she?

As the days dragged on, your heart grew heavy. Your calls went unanswered, texts left on read. You didn't even see her at work. The other teachers at Justjerk asked around about her, but the only answer everyone had was that she'd called in sick. You were worried, confused, and mostly hurt. What had happened? Did she regret it, and that was why she disappeared?

In addition to that, your deadline was approaching. People seemed convinced enough that you two were dating at this point, but it probably didn't look good to show up to the Valentine's Day party without your supposed girlfriend. 

You're sitting at home, silently wallowing next to Hoyeon, who is lying on your couch after coming over to your house to edit because of her noisy neighbors. While you're aimlessly shifting your oatmeal around in its bowl, you hear her slam her laptop shut with an exhale. 

"Y/n, is everything okay?" she asks, her tone concerned 

"Yeah, I'm fine," you say.

She shifts on the couch. "Really? Cause it doesn't seem like it."

"It's nothing," you shrug, pushing the bowl away.

"Come on, you can talk to me."

"I just-," you start, before pausing.

"Take your time," she says, her voice gentle.

"I think something's wrong with Bada," you say, quietly.

"Isn’t she sick?"

"I don’t know. I don’t think so. I actually haven't seen or heard from her since, uh, last week. And she won't answer my calls or texts."

"Huh, that's weird. Why?"

"I-I don't know. She just up and left. We had sex, and the next morning, she was gone. Like she'd never been there," you confess, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

"Hey," Hoyeon says, reaching over and rubbing your shoulder. 

"I'm sorry. I'm just-,"

"It's okay. You're allowed to feel this way. I mean, who does that to their girlfriend? That's horrible," Hoyeon huffs, a look of indignance crossing her features.

You cough. "We're not-we're not really dating. Well, I think we aren't," you admit. 

She stops her ministrations. "What do you mean?"

"We-uh, pretended to date. To win the contest."

She blinks, processing this in silence. Then, she lets out a loud guffaw, the force causing her to slip off the couch and land on the floor.

"What's so funny?" you ask in disbelief. 

"You-you are so ridiculous," she manages, her body shaking with laughter.

"Ridiculous? Why?"

"Do-do you not realize that the two of you have been pining over each other since the day you started at the studio?"

"Wh-what? No. We have not," you insist.

"Yes, you have," she giggles, wiping a tear from her eye.

"How could you tell?"

"It's so obvious! Listen, I don't know what kind of weird situationship you guys have gotten into but I don't think anyone is pretending to like anyone, here."

"But she left me!" you argue, exasperated.

"Maybe she was being stupid. Or embarrassed. Who knows? But, she definitely has a thing for you. She's been bothering the videographers forever asking for you. Were you the one who suggested you fake date?"

You blink. "No.”

She laughs again, picking herself up off the floor. "Exactly. Now, have you told her how you really feel?"

"What? No."

"Then, go do that! That's probably why she ran for the hills. Just go to her house and confess."

"I-okay. You're right," you say, standing up.

"Damn straight I'm right. Now, go get your woman," she grins, ushering you towards the door.

You give her a smile, and step outside, a new sense of confidence flowing through you. What were you so afraid of anyway? She wouldn't have done all that she did if she didn't care about you, right? You needed to find her, and tell her. Tell her everything.

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After driving to a random neighborhood and being hit with the realization that you had no idea where Bada lived, you receive a text from Hoyeon just in time with an address.

The sun was just beginning to set, and the sky was a beautiful gradient of blue, pink, and purple. You drive for a bit, eventually making your way to a more residential area, until you find yourself parked outside of an apartment complex.

You exit your car and make your way inside. When you arrive at her unit, the door opens before you can even knock.

"Oh, y/n, hi," Badi says, her voice raspy, her eyes wide. 

She looks unlike herself. Her hair is unkempt, her skin paler than usual. Her clothes are rumpled and her eyes are red, like she's been awake for days.

"Hi, are you okay?" you ask, worried.

"I've been better," she shrugs, looking away.

"Can I come in?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, sure."

She steps aside and you enter. The interior is what you'd expect from her; tidy, and simple.

"Are you hungry?" she offers, gesturing towards her kitchen.

"No, I'm good. Thanks."

"Okay."

You stand in the middle of her living room, the tension growing by the second.

"I've been trying to reach you," you start, tentatively.

"Oh, yeah, sorry, my phone's dead," she lies.

"Really? Because, the first few times I called, it rang," you say, crossing your arms.

She sighs, and walks over to the couch, flopping down. "I'm sorry," she mumbles, burying her face in her hands.

"Sorry? For what? Leaving me alone in bed, with no explanation, not answering my calls or texts for the past week, and lying to my face?"

"I didn't mean to-,"

"Why'd you run?"

"Because I was scared," she says, looking up.

"Of what?"

"This," she admits, gesturing between the two of you.

"You're not scared of anything," you scoff.

"I'm scared of you, y/n."

"Me? Why would you be scared of me?"

"Because I've liked you ever since the day you walked into the studio. I wasn't lying when I said I think you're amazing. And then I didn't want to ruin the friendship that we built."

"So, you pretend to be my girlfriend, sleep with me, and then leave without a word?"

"I'm sorry. I wasn’t initially planning on doing things this way. But you brought up the fake-dating and I thought maybe if we pretended, that'd be enough. It wasn't, and I let my feelings get  ahead of me. And, I'm sorry," she confesses, her gaze dropping.

You review that first meeting you had in the dance studio. For the first time, you realize that Bada actually didn’t suggest fake-dating you. You did. She just proposed that you approach things romantically, rather than platonically. Which could have easily been her attempt at asking you out. 

Whoops. 

You exhale slowly, sitting down next to her. "You know, it's funny. I was coming over here to tell you the same thing. You're really special to me. And, I didn't know how to express that for real. So, I thought, if I was in a fake relationship with you, then it would be easier to do that. Guess, I was wrong too," you say, smiling sadly.

"So, does that mean-,"

You roll your eyes. "Yes, Bada, I like you."

"Oh," she says, smiling, looking away again. 

You bite down on your lip. "So, what are we gonna do now?"

She fully turns toward you, a hopeful gleam in her eyes. "I guess, we can start over. If you want. Go on a real date?"

"Sure," you reply, a warmth blossoming in your chest.

"Cool," she says, her expression brightening.

"Cool," you echo, the two of you grinning, staring at each other like idiots.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Please," you whisper, and she leans forward, her lips capturing yours.  You close your eyes, sinking into her touch, the worries, and anxiety of the past week disappearing. Who would've thought that a silly team-building exercise within your company would have ended up leading to this? You almost wanted to ask Bada to pinch you, but, the feeling of her hands cupping your cheeks, and the taste of her mouth, was enough to reassure you that this was real-that the whole thing had been real the entire time. And now that you knew it was, you couldn't wait to explore it further, and discover more about the beautiful woman next to you, who has stolen your heart.

Or, maybe you should give that credit to Cupid. After all, the Cupid Project turned out to be way more successful than you, or Youngj, could've ever imagined.

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Not. 

"How did we lose?!" You nearly screech, watching Hoyeon and Howl stand in the middle of the room with a check in their hands. 

Bada stares at them with a frown. "I don't get it either. Isn't Hoyeon a lesbian?"

Youngj appears out of thin air, sliding into your line of sight. More accurately, it is his bright red fuzzy sweater with pink hearts that captures your eye. "Irrelevant to the contest. Remember, this project was not meant to encourage new workplace relationships."

"But—"

"Nope," he pops the 'p', "You two are very cute, but you lost because you two idiots were already in love with each other, and were just too stupid to admit it. You didn't even need to be a part of the cupid project."

You groan.

"On the bright side, we have free heart-shaped sugar cookies in the corner. Congratulations, Y/n and Bada, on a job well done. Please don't break up, because I do not want to deal with any workplace drama. Goodbye." He disappears again, leaving the two of you staring at the ground.

You guess you were gonna have to say goodbye to that camera, as well. 

Bada turns to you, offering a small smile. "Are you okay?"

You shrug. "It's alright. I didn't need the money anyway. I got something much better out of this whole thing."

She blushes, her cheeks matching the color of her plain red sweatshirt. "Ew."

"Oh shut up," you say, swatting her arm with a laugh.

She rubs her arm, her bottom lip jutting out.

You sigh, pulling her into a hug. She buries her face in your neck, humming. "Well, I guess I don't need to give you the gift I got you for today, then."

"Gift? Wait, what?" You say, shoving her away in shock.

She bursts into laughter, raising a bag that she's been holding silently behind her back. "Of course. I couldn't not get my girlfriend something for Valentine's Day. I've been hiding it the whole time. Here."

You grab the bag, opening it. You pull the gift out of the bag, and a soft gasp leaves your mouth. 

It's the camera.

[springmugler]

grocery runs

summary:bada loves ruining and making a mess out of you, even if you’re in public. bada sneaks her hand up your skirt in the grocery store, feeling up your pretty pussy.

y/n in a pretty black skirt while grocery shopping with her girlfriend . but you suddenly feels a hand slip up your skirt and you gasp, whipping your head around. bada is nonchalant as she starts rubbing your pretty pussy with her thick calloused fingers.

"hng w-what are you doing?" you asked, trying to hold back the pathetic whines you wants to let out.

"hm?" bada acts ignorant, slipping one finger into your pussy easily, and you choked out a whimper.

you pussy is still gaping with cum still stuffed deep inside from your session before they went out, so bada can easily slip in another finger. you gasped , pussy throbbing as you reach behind to grip your girlfriend’s wrist.

"w-we're in public bada hng," you speaked in a hushed whisper, trying to pry her hand out of your pussy, looking around to see if anyone is around.

"so? it seems like you're enjoying this baby," bada laughs, her other hand brushing over you leaking cunt.

"you're dripping all over your skirt," bada comments, making you blush and you press your thighs together in embarrassment.

you are about to respond until a worker comes down the aisle they're in.

"ah excuse me!" bada calls to the worker. you whipped your head to look at his girlfriend all panicked but bada just smiles at you. "my girlfriend was looking for something... what was it again?"

"I- um," you tripped over your words, blushing and squirming under the worker's gaze as your girlfriend curls her fingers in your hot pussy. "I was w-wondering where the milk is?"

bada snickers, playing with the "milk" stuffed into the your sweet pussy as the worker talks to him.

"t-thank you!" you’re trembling as you bow politely to the worker, in turn shoving your pussy back onto your girlfriend’s fingers.

you sighed in relief as the worker nods and leaves the aisle but your rest is short-lived. bada roughly shakes up your pussy, long fingers curling up into your spot. you can’t stop the moans from leaving your lips, reaching back to grab your girlfriend’s wrist again.

"b-bada, hng!!!" you pathetically let out, squirming and arching like a slut at the hands of your girlfriend . you turned into bada, hugging her tight because your shaky legs can't hold yourself up for much longer.

bada holds you against her chest, fucking her cum covered fingers into your ruined pussy. you cried into your girlfriend’s shirt, so embarrassed to be this needy in public. you can't help but grind back into the thick fingers, chasing your release.

the taller thrusts harshly against your sweet spot a few more times, leaving you jolting and moaning before you squirt cum all over your pretty black skirt.

bada holds you tightly because you’re shaking and crying with your orgasm, legs unstable. your eyes roll back, arching in your girlfriend’s arms. bada chuckles at you, watching your tongue stick out with tears all over your cheeks as you shivered through your release.

you are panting, mind going blank with the intense pleasure as you squirt bada’s cum from before all out. it all spills onto bada’s fingers, load after load of thick semen coating them.

you finally slump against your girlfriend , drooling with the intensity and still trembling. bada pulls out with her fingers with a soft groan from you. the taller one grabs your hair with her clean hand to see your face clearly once again.

your cheeks stained with tears, drool all over your lips, and red cheeks with a blissed out expression. bada curses in arousal at the sight before feeding you her cum covered fingers. you took it pliantly, too fucked out to think straight.

"such a pretty girl," bada praises as you dumbly suck at the cum, being through with licking every digit. bada finally pulls out her fingers to smear your saliva all over your lips and face, making you look like a complete slut.

"c’mon, let's go," bada smiles, satisfied with how much she ruined her small girlfriend.

once you two get into the car in the parking lot, you’re eager to return the favour, leaning over to nuzzle against your girlfriend’s very hard cock.

"baby-" bada groans, not expecting you to suddenly touch her, licking and rubbing the bulge in her pants.

"your cock... p-please bada," you beg

bada laughs at the your desperate begging before unzipping her pants and pulling them down. her thick oozing cock bounces out, all pent up from being confined in her pants.

you are  instantly on it, licking and mouthing at the thick cock, feeling it up with your small hands. you licked at the tip to taste the precum, moaning at the taste needily. the taller one just pats your head affectionately, not wanting to rush you.

you have been craving for cock for too long so you take it in your mouth. your little mouth and throat are trained so well that you keep sliding down, tears pricking your eyes as the cock enters your warm throat. you moaned wantonly as you take the cock all the way.

bada throws her head back, loudly groaning at the tight heat around her cock and it encourages you more. you swallow around the thickness in your mouth, making your throat constrict. bada moans louder, legs trembling a bit. you always know how to make her go crazy.

you sat flush to your girlfriend’s abdomen, blindly grabbing bada’s hands to grip your hair tighter. it makes the taller look down to meet you looking at her. eyes begging.

she knows very well what that means.

bada tightens her grip on your fluffy hair, and lifts your head up before shoving it down onto her cock again. you teared up at the suddenness of it all, but your pussy i leaking in your skirt, loving being used.

bada begins moving her hips at a punishing pace, holding your head in place . you just moaned through it all, bada’s heavy balls slapping against your face with every thrust. bada’s groaning and cursing loudly, probably loud enough for people nearby to hear her.

but you two couldn't care less, fucking your tight throat is too addicting, too good.

"baby, I'm gonna cum," bada moans through her laboured breaths, thrusting her hips up rougher, pulling out until just the tip is left before shoving all the way balls deep. you moaned with the thought of your throat being stuffed with cum, circling her hips faster.

bada curses before pressing your head down all the way, cock settling into your throat. the tall girl plugs your nose before cumming straight down your throat.

your eyes roll back with the complete loss of your ability to breathe, cumming in your skirt once again. you’re stuffed to the brim with cock and cum, it's too euphoric and you can't take it, it's too intense.

bada cums hard, cock twitching with thick semen in your hot throat as she throws her head back with a loud groan. you’re drunk on the feeling of not being able to breathe as you’re filled with cum, not even able to properly moan.

bada finally falls limp, pulling you up from her cock. you gasped and choked, air filling your lungs rapidly. you are crying and shaking, too intense for you to take. you’re both panting heavily, no one saying a word with how euphoric it all was.

eventually, bada pulls you up for a much needed kiss, both of you panting into each other's mouths still. bada fumbles with her seat and manages to pull it back while kissing her needy girlfriend . she makes enough room for you to swing your legs over and sit on her lap.

bada is the first to pull away, only to embrace you praise you in hushed whispers. you laid on her chest, listening to your girlfriend’s heartbeat. you two cuddle there for a few minutes before bada tells you she needs to drive home.

you whined, asking for five more minutes and the whipped tall girl gives in. eventually you two managed to drive home to put away the groceries, with your complaints, wanting to just cuddle already.

bada laughs and drags you to the shower after putting away everything. soon as you two all settled in the bedroom with fresh PJs.

you are all clingy after all the intense orgasms you’ve had, laying on your girlfriend’s chest and snuggling into her neck. bada is more than accommodating, embracing you close

"you did well today baby," bada softly praises and you nod into her neck, kissing her collarbone lightly.

you two cuddle close like that before falling asleep, all spent from their intense releases.

[forbebeandjam]

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 I was a diva. Maybe a little bratty, I won't deny. My dream had always been to sing and dance for the world. Somehow, I landed an acting gig before I could debut in a group, and I 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 🩵

[kymarola]

i'm going to cry

[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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