I Saw You in the Crowd
Bada Lee x Reader
Summary: A fan attends multiple BEBE fansigns. Bada begins to notice her and connects through Instagram. Their teasing messages soon spiral into something hotter and much more intimate once they’re alone.
Warnings: Gl smut, explicit language, sexting, strap-on, scissoring, idol/fan dynamic.
A/N: This is my first time writing anything GL. I wanted to explore a buildup full of tension, attraction, and heat. Hope you enjoy this fantasy as much as I did writing it.
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I Saw You in the Crowd
The first time felt like coincidence or at least, that’s what she told herself. She was seated third row at a BEBE fansign, heart racing, palms slightly shaking. When her turn came, Bada looked right at her and smiled, just a little off to the side. —“What a pretty smile, sweetheart”— the dancer said as she signed her poster. Their hands brushed, just for a second, but the heat from that contact lingered long after the event was over.
She went to the next fansign without hesitation. This time, a different hairstyle, something bolder. When she walked up to the table, Bada raised an eyebrow as if she’d expected her. —“Weren’t you at the last one?”— she asked, voice low and intimate. —“Maybe”— she replied, though her heart was punching through her ribs. —“I like your vibe. Hope I see you again”—. And then, that grin. The one that lived rent-free in her head every night before sleep.
By the third fansign, things had shifted. Bada spotted her from the crowd and gave her a small nod. When she reached the table, Bada didn’t wait. —“So you’re officially a regular, huh?”—. —“Depends is it worth it just to see you?”—. Bada chuckled, leaning in while signing. This time, she scribbled something different: *«DM me if you’re into more than stares. —B»*She thought it was a joke—until she got home and saw the notification: @badalee__ had followed her. And sent her a message. —“You look even hotter in your stories. Do you always dance like that, or just to tease me?”—
They talked daily after that. At first, it was casual jokes, choreography tips, a few selfies. But soon, the tone changed. Bada dropped fire emojis on her dance clips, started to flirt openly. —“Let me see that new crop top… for science”—. She played along, at first shy, then bolder. She sent clips of her dancing seductively, biting her lip, knowing full well who was watching.Bada didn’t hold back. —“Look at me and say you don’t want this”— came with a sweaty mirror selfie in low-rise pants and a sports bra. Things only escalated. —“What if I don’t want to resist?”— —“Then come do something about it, sweetheart”—. She replied with a photo—herself on the bed, oversized tee, no pants, legs tucked up. —“I’d get on my knees if you asked, baby”—. —“You will. And more than that”— Bada answered.
That was the match to the flame.Weeks passed in a haze of late night voice notes, flirty selfies, and teasing audio clips that turned downright filthy. Until one message changed everything. —“I’m in your city for two days. I want to see you. Just us”—. She didn’t even hesitate.
The dance studio was bigger than expected—high ceilings, walls lined with mirrors, and a soft amber light that made everything feel dreamlike. She stepped inside, hands cold, heart hammering. A few moments later, Bada appeared from the back, water bottle in hand, her hair loose, wearing a fitted two-piece set that outlined every inch of her figure. —“You came”— Bada smiled, like it was no big deal, like she didn’t already own every single one of her thoughts.—“Didn’t want to keep you waiting”— she replied, trying to sound cool. Her voice gave her away. Bada stepped closer, calm and steady, like she already knew resistance was pointless. Her eyes scanned her slowly, shamelessly, and she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with gentle fingers. —“You’re even prettier in person… but I already knew that”— she murmured, her voice soft and personal.She smiled, unsure of what to say.
Bada’s eyes didn’t leave hers. It was as if she could see every dirty thought that had passed through her head for the last month. —“Why did you really ask me to come here?”— she asked. —“Want the truth?”— Bada stepped close, almost chest to chest. —“Because I’ve been thinking about you. About your body. The way you move. The way you stare at me like you’re starving but don’t dare say it”—. Her breath grazed her neck. No contact yet—but the tension coiled tighter than any touch.—“What if I just came to dance?”— she whispered, teasing. Bada’s smile was slow, wolfish. —“Then dance for me, baby. Make me feel all the things you’ve been scared to text”—.She turned the speaker on—something slow, sultry. Then stepped back. So she danced. Slow at first, swaying with the beat. Her hips rolled, arms lifted, head tilted back just enough to let her eyes stay on Bada the whole time. Every step, every spin, every bend was silent seduction.—“Yes… keep your eyes on me while you do it”— Bada murmured, not even moving. Mid-spin, Bada caught her waist, stopping her. The music kept playing. Neither of them noticed anymore. —“I’ve seen you dance on video, cutie… but up close like this? Makes me wanna do things that definitely aren’t PG”—.She gasped— —“What’re you gonna do now that no one’s watching?”— Bada pushed her gently against the mirror, hands around her waist, body hovering but not touching. —“Whatever you let me do, baby… and I really hope you let me”—.
Then the kiss. Deep, slow, burning. No turning back.Bada kissed her like a hunger finally fed. Their clothes disappeared one piece at a time, breath by breath. Bada kissed her neck, her collarbone, and her chest, whispering —“You taste even better than I imagined, sweetheart”—. She moaned, trembling, thighs slick with need. Bada eased her down onto a thick mat, opening her bag to pull out a sleek black strap-on and harness.—“Do you trust me, baby?”— —“Yes. Make me yours”—.
Fingers came first. Tongue next. Slow, wet, patient. Every moan was devoured like praise. —“So wet for me already… and we’re just getting started”—.She slid the strap-on in carefully. The first push made her arch. The second pulled a breathy —“Fuck, yes”— from her lips. —“Look at you, taking all of it just for me”—. Bada rocked into her slowly, gripping her waist, murmuring filth between gritted teeth, watching her melt. Her moans filled the room, echoing against the mirrors.Then, Bada flipped her on top. —“Ride me, baby. Show me what those hips were made for”—. She rode with abandon, gasping, chasing every inch. —“Don’t stop… fuck, Bada”—. —“You like being my good girl, huh, baby?”— She nodded, crying out again, body clenching.When her climax hit, it stole her breath, vision fuzzy. But Bada wasn’t done yet. —“Wanna try something else?”— She nodded again, boneless.
They slipped into a soft scissoring rhythm. Legs tangled, slick skin pressing. Bada moaned with her, gasping as they rocked, clits rubbing until the friction tore one final orgasm from both of them at once.After, they laid there in sweat and warmth, hearts still racing. Bada kissed her shoulder, murmuring —“You know what I love?, That out of all the girls, you picked me”—. She smiled, fingers trailing down her spine. —“And I’d pick you again every damn time”—.
