"i wanna get drunk in the back of the club with you"
wc: 3,01k words
warnings: smut, fingering, cunnilingus, spanking, choking/throat fucking, rough sex, boob play, mention of strap-on in the end, lowk mention of stalking, top!bada sub!reader, bada x fem!reader.
!!! the portait of the reader is completely fictional, feel free to ignore the descriptions and adjust it with your own physiognomy!
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You’re not the kind of person who actually enjoys going out — you’re obsessed with it. Every single night, black hair framing your face, barely tamed, and heading surely to show up at the same spot: Seoul’s Moonlit. A fucking gay club.
And the same woman devours you with her eyes every single night.
Sitting — long legs casually spread — on an armchair tucked away in the bar’s most secluded corner, she lets her refreshing, elegant scent drift through the air. Blonde-streaked hair is tucked beneath a dark cap with a distinct logo. Long fingers adorned with rings, torso wrapped in a plain black shirt. Ripped jeans slide down her legs, held in place by a buckled belt.
Brown eyes that never once look away from this specific girl — you.
It’s 10:43 PM and the club is packed as hell. You’re probably already on your fourth shot, forced to watch your friends make out like animals. Miserable. You roll your eyes and lean against the bar counter, your gaze drifting — just slightly — toward that corner.
And there she is. Bada Lee. But you don't even know her name yet.
The taller woman sips her drink — nothing refined — vodka mixed with whatever the hell else was available, but it doesn’t matter. Her attention is locked entirely on you: your small, soft body, the way your hair cascades down your shoulders, and that damn tight skirt that’s more than enough to make Bada imagine several ways to take it off.
You exhale, your drink catching in your throat when you realize you’re being devoured alive by the gaze of the mysterious — and painfully attractive — woman across the club.
You look away; you’ve been noticing those stares for days now. At first, it was just a quick glance; the next night, something a bit longer; and since then, the motherfucker has been staring at you practically the entire night.
If you didn’t get turned on by it, you’d probably think she was some psycho trying to kill you.
Bada notices the flicker of your eyes, your attempt to shift them away from her direction. She grins and takes another sip of her awful and terrible drink.
After a few minutes, you — the youngest — find yourself completely alone. Your friends disappeared ages ago, while you curse at them mentally. You swirl your almost-empty glass, unconsciously pouting: bored, frustrated.
The woman with dark hair and blonde strands slowly moves toward the bar, on your direction, hands shoved lazily in her pockets as she bites her lip ever so slightly. She taps the seat next to you.
“Is someone sitting here?” Bada asks, her voice incredibly husky and effortlessly seductive, hot. Her cap is tilted just enough for her face to be visible.
Your heart slams harder. Hard as fuck. Still, you try to keep your composure, giving her a small nod in agreement — just enough for Lee to drag the stool over and sit down beside you.
“Two shots. Vodka,” she says, continuing her order with a lazy flick of her long fingers toward the bartender. You can only think of one thing — the kind of thought no one should be having about a fucking stranger who’s been staring at you every night like she’s memorizing your pulse.
You’re definitely not a vodka girl. You’re the type who prefers colorful drinks — sugary, sweet, ridiculous. You swallow hard, knowing you're not the one made to drink this type of bitterness.
Bada notices every movement of your throat, the way the you most clearly doesn’t appreciate bitter drinks at all. She lets out a low laugh, followed by a grin.
“Don’t like it, princess?” she teases, catching your hesitation before tilting her head back and swallowing her shot in one smooth motion. Then the other.
Your throat tightens at the nickname — something rising and growing hot in your body. Your heart beats faster than it should, your breath having a hard time to keep steady. You subtly adjust your top.
You study her for a moment — the curve of her mouth, the way her eyes gleam and how badly you're wanting to taste it — before finally asking:
“And your name is?”
Your palms rest lightly on your knees, probably sweating, though your focus is entirely on her.
“Hm? And why exactly should I tell you?”
She tilts her head, the playful cruelty in her smile along with teasing. Her fingers tap lazily against the counter, her body inclining just slightly forward, enough to let you feel the tension in every single muscle you own.
You drag your tongue against the inside of your cheek, taken aback by her damm bluntness. Your brows clench together in a small, incredulous frown before you let out a soft, almost amused exhale.
“I think I deserve to know the name of the lunatic stalker who stares at me every single night in this fucking club.”
Bada’s grin widens — like she just won. So you had noticed. You had seen how badly she’d been wanting and aching for you all these nights. She lets out a sarcastic laugh, fingers sliding deliberately through her hair as she removes her cap and fits it back into place. And God, you wish she didn't look that hot when she does that.
“Bada Lee,” she says, voice thick with second intentions, her fingers brushing lightly against your knees in an attempt to replace your hands, which had been resting there seconds before.
“Happy?”
Her touch grows firmer, just enough to send a clean shiver rippling up your spine and make you gulp roughly.
Heat creeps up your cheeks, blooming outward like someone flipped a switch under your skin. Suddenly, the club feels unbearably hot. You tug lightly at the hem of your top again, trying — and failing — to steady your breath.
Silence settles into the small space between you for a few seconds, and Bada’s touch on your knee tightens, her hand sliding a little higher toward your thighs.You feel your whole body tremble, damn it. she’s got you exactly where she wants you.
“Are you planning to at least tell me why you’ve been staring at me this whole time?”
You manage to get the words out, your voice sounding half annoyed but slightly unsteady. You definitely put in a lot of effort not to stutter this time.
Bada leans in even closer, her lips brushing the edge of your ear as her fingers trace lazily patterns at the top of your thighs, right over the hem of your tiny skirt.
"It's fun to fantasize about you. About how i could rip that fucking skirt away, suck your lips until they're swollen and open this pretty mouth with my fingers. Such a pretty girl like you."
She brushes her thumb on your bottom lip.
"And i wouldn't say that if i also haven't seen the way you were asking me to take you right in this bar with your eyes."
She nibbles on your earlobe, a teasing little bite of pressure. Fuck. Her words alone are enough to set your whole body on fire, heat unfurling in every place that wants her—needs her. She could fuck you right in that club and you'd let her.
“Tell me, princess… am I wrong?” she whispers in your ear again, her mouth brushing dangerously close to your neck. You feel the mix of alcohol and arousal hitting you hard, flooding your body as you bite down on your lip.
Your mind is dizzy, you feel the heat between your thighs growing with maddening ache at each word Bada whispers. You brush your hand over Bada's wrist, then move it to her shoulders, lifting yourself up to get on her lap.
Her smirk grow wider as she holds your hips firmly, licking her lips as she's starving for every inch of you.
"Tell me what you want, pretty" — Bada Lee's voice rough with desire, pure craving.
Your mouth keeps shut, but you slowly and torturously tighten your holding on her shoulder, while you straddle her lap in a motion enough to drive Bada completely off the edge.
She groans low, biting her lip, visibly losing every slip of control she once thought she'd have over herself. The tall one holds your hips even more harshly — that will leave bruises.
"Fuck, kitten, you can't move on me like that and not say a word, hm?" — she huffs sharply, one hand lifting up to meet your stomach, going higher under your croptop.
You nearly moan at her talking, your lips parted away as you watch Bada's gaze roam over your body, lost in the thought of how good your insides could squeeze her fingers tight, how sweet you must taste when her tongue manages to go all over you. Fuck.
"I want to go to the back of the club with you.." — you answer, voice barely above a whisper, your cheeks flushing red with a growing, coiling need.
In a swift motion, your legs are wrapped around Bada's waist as she steadies you with her hands on your hips and ass. You gasp, gripping on the back of her neck — your skirt riding up as your covered core meets Lee's cold belt. She growls.
Bada moves through the dim hallway with you still held against her, every step deliberate, not caring enough about people who might be staring. She wants you, and she wants you now.
The club noises fade entirely as she guides you towards the backdoor, she squeezes your hips just enough to make your breath hitch.
A side door swings open under her shoulder — cold air hitting your skin — as your fingers curl at the back of her neck, feeling the warmth of her skin.
"Hold on, doll" Bada murmurs, her tone low and rough, but filled with undeniable need.
Your heartbeat stumbles even more as you slowly grind your hips against her, sufficiently good to make her fingers clench on you possessively. Shes driving you fucking insane, and so are you.
Lee growls, tilting her head back and biting her lip hard — she can't take your teasing any longer.
"Fucking vixen, want me to fuck you right here?" — she rumbles. You're not making it any easier for her.
She pushes open a side door and steps into the darker back corridor, closing it with a stomp. She pushes you against it, feeling the chilly walls hit your back.
Bada's hands are all over you, pulling you flush against her, leaving a trail of open-mouthed and sloppy kisses on your neck. You spill out a moan, your legs already wanting to give in, altogether with the accumulated desire.
"Hah, Bada.." — you whimper, catching yourself becoming slick and soaked for her.
A low gasp shudders out of Bada's lips, which go straight to crush on yours. Your moan shoots straight to her, she swallows it with a possessive kiss, nipping on your bottom lip while her tongue takes your lips completely, messy and wet, making sure to know every corner of that pretty mouth.
She pulls back briefly, her own breath unsteady. A strand of saliva still connecting both mouths together, your lips meet hers once again, this time even more needier — if that's even possible.
"God, you're greedy" — Bada Lee's hands never leaves your hips, moving to your thighs as she allows your feet to meet the floor.
You grip on her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. While you grind your body against hers, she takes the opportunity to slide her fingers under your croptop once again — this time, taking it off completely.
Her fingertips slowly play with your nipples, already sensitive and hard just from a slight brush. You moan, your lips close to her neck.
"Already this worked up, baby?" — a dark chuckle escaped rolled from her throat, before curling her hands on your tits fully, her thumb rolling on the most sensitive part of your nipple.
"F... Fuck, Bada!" You let out a louder moan than before, squirming against her as she teases your nipples. God, your head is spinning.
She curves her lips in a sly grin, positioning the tip of her tongue on the highly responsive spot of your breasts, making you arche your back. Her tongue flicks slowly, her eyes never leaving yours.
You clutch her hair desperately, moving her mouth closer to you, biting your lip to avoid any more noises — damn hard to do.
Bada's hands shift to your waist, then even lower, reaching your inner thighs under your skirt. Mouth moving from your nipple to your collarbone. Her hand go higher, taunting the waistband of your soaked panties.
You bite your lip even harder.
"Hmm? Did i tell my pretty whore to stop her noises?" — she rumbles, completely trapping you with her body.
Her motions are maddening, fingers slowly brushing on your swollen clit over your underwear, making you gasp.
"Look at me" — Hands going from your breasts to your neck, Bada's fingers tightening around it.
Your lips are nearly bleeding, all this "restraint" not working at all. With mouth now parted away, you look at her, your hips buckling against her fingers, aching for them inside you.
"You better not hide those pretty sounds." — she slaps your pussy, her fingers tightening even more around your neck.
You whine, eyes closing and breath unsteady. Your folds tighten over emptiness, craving to be filled.
"Look at me while im talking to you, damn it" Bada holds your chin firmly, you have no choice but to directly lock your eyes on hers. She moves her hands to your inner thighs once again — making you whimper for her fingers on your core — landing them sharply on your flesh.
Your back arches with the slaps, your skin aching red and bruised, a jolt of pleasure being sent to your whole body.
"Will you be a good girl for me?" — Her voice husky, fingers slowly making its path back to your wet cunt.
You nod desperately, fingers trailing along Bada's back, scratching just as slightly and solidly. She bites your neck, licking and sucking her mark.
"Fuck, so good for me, baby."
She growls against your neck, roughly loosening your skirt — never taking it off. Her digits grind on your skin, reaching your slick pussy.
"Bada, please!" — a plea coming from your throat in a cry, you can't deny it anymore — Never could. You need her inside you now.
Bada licks her lips as she watches you moving your hips forward to meet her fingers, begging for her to make you cum right there. And she finally gives it to you.
With a sharp motion, she slides two fingers inside your dripping center, rubbing her thumb on your clit.
"So fucking tight and soaked, all for me, baby?" — her fingers move faster, curling up in order to hit your G-spot, making you scream.
"Shit, Bada! All for you, only for you!" You moan, your noises making her pace quicken, thumb circling your swollen nub and applying the right pressure. Damn it, you're seeing stars now. Your breathing goes hitched, walls squeezing her fingers tight.
"Bada, please! Fuck, i'm going to cum"
You tremble, already feeling your folds ready to release your orgasm and completely soak Bada's fingers, scream her name once more as you finally hit your peak because of her. Shit, shit, you're so damn close now.
Until she withdrawls her fingers completely.
You scream her name desperately, frustration waving through you as your pussy aches badly for her again. You hold her wrist, moving it to meet your center, almost filled with cum.
Bada grins, laughing darkly as she studies your desperation, the way your thighs close and rub on each other to try feeling something — failed. She's enjoying this so damn much.
"Such a needy whore, did you want to cum?" — she moves her fingers to your mouth, forcing you to open it and suck her digits fully.
She shoves the whole length of her long fingers inside your throat, thrusting it relentlessly. You gasp, eyes filled with tears and unable to form a sentence, just whimper.
"Sucking my fingers so clean, maybe you deserve a reward" — Bada crashes them deeper into your throat, the way your tongue swirls around it almost make her snap.
She removes her fingers, replacing them with her tongue instead. She sucks yours with pure hunger, nothing else more — just pure desire.
You moan on the kiss, your lips already swollen and hurting a little, but you'd never ask her to stop. Fuck no, the way her lips feels on yours is addicting. You're addicted to her.
Bada slowly licks your whole body, starting from your lips until your stomach, giving you occasional painful hickeys. She kneels in front of you, completely, letting your skirt slip down as her fingertips dig into your hips, opening your thighs wider.
Steadily, she sticks out her tongue to meet your slick folds — throbbing with urge. Jaw dropped kisses being displayed along your walls, your clit.
"You don't cum until i say so." — then, Bada finally dips her tongue inside your hole, going in and out as she uses her lips to stimulate your whole pussy. God, she's eating you out so well.
"Don't stop, please! Bada..!" You scream her name, your noises getting needier and filthier with every flick of her tongue. You're too close, your knees are about to give out.
And Bada feels it. Everything.
She flicks her tongue faster against your clit, sucking and licking it deliberately. You tilt your head back in pleasure, begging her.
"Bada, please let me cum! Baby, please" Your body trembles, your cunt already clenching around her tongue. You grip on her hair tight, pulling her closer.
"Fuck" — she mutters a curse under her breath, licking her lips full of your fluids — "cum in my mouth, baby"
Her tongue gives your clit a few more strokes, enough to make you completely release all over her mouth. A guttural moan escaping your mouth as you fill Bada's throat with dripping cum.
Bada swallows it all, not a single drop left, her tongue milking your orgasm even more, you moan loud.
"God, fuck! S... so good!" You whine, eyes rolling back as you feel your body tremble, giving out completely.
Lee slowly gets up with a final slap on your slick core, rubbing your clit ever so slowly, just to overstimulate you.
"You taste so fucking good, doll"
She catches your lips again on a deep kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on her mouth completely. You're completely wrecked now, ruined — all because of her.
She stops her movements on your clit, squeezing your thigh as she whispers:
"Next time it will be at my place, with my strap on all shoved down your mouth, hm?" She grins, giving you another peck on the lips.
This is definitely not over.
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author's note: heyou! this is my first real smut, so please ignore it if it's complete trash :) still! thanks so much for reading
l. bada x BEBE ! f reader
✎𓂃 You never favored the spotlight, yet years later, you're on Street Woman Fighter 2 with your girlfriend and the rest of BEBE. Due to disliking a lot of the pressure and eyes on you, there seems to be a crack that grows after hearing every hurtful word some crews said about you.
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🐚 anon:
hello! can I request a bada × reader story? the scenario is bada and the reader is in the same group and they are together. during the evaluation the reader got a lot of criticism and also got a lot of no respect stickers. I wanna know how will bada react 🥹 thank you! 🫶🏻
Throughout your entire career, you were never a fan of being in front of a camera. Always being riddled with nerves and anxiety, it made growing up relatively hard. It’s what caused your mother to push for what she believed was best for you. Which all parents usually do, but your mother went the extra mile to ‘better’ you.
There was always a looming thought in your mind—whether to thank or be angry at your mom. Because, as traumatic as your childhood was, she’s what got you into dancing in the first place. When you stepped into a ballet studio at the age of seven, you almost peed in your tutu while watching all the other experienced kids doing pliés and pirouettes. The experience left your stomach queasy, and your head spinning a bit—their incredibly slim yet lean figures could put negative thoughts in your head within an instant.
It was bearable… for the most part.
Yet at a young age, you begin to realize how negative adults can really be with kids, just like how your ballet instructor can be. Your mom forced you to stay in ballet, mainly because of a month's deposit she made on the class. So you had to stick it through, even if your teacher made your emotional self cry every night.
Regardless of those variables, you still found dancing fun. After you ended ballet, you've just danced at home in your room. It usually meant your fluffy socks gliding against the carpet of your room while wearing some random shorts and a large shirt. You would even act like you weren’t doing anything when your mom walked into your room, silently breathing heavily in an effort not to be caught out of embarrassment.
Despite all your efforts, your mom isn’t stupid. She knew all about your dancing, especially with all the thumping on the upper levels of the house. So, to her, maybe, just maybe, to help you get out of your shell, she could put you into another class.
Fortunately, she did because you spent a week dancing the exact choreography you learned the day of. It didn’t necessarily help all the pent-up anxiety within you, but it did help with your confidence.
After a couple of years of doing so, you had finally began to have found a love for commercial dance classes. Not only did you find a new talent to be proud of, but it’s also when you started to meet your long-time friends.
Leejung was one of the first few of you met. When you were about fourteen years old, your parents realized how seriously you were beginning to take these classes, and realized that moving to Seoul would be beneficial for you.
Once that happened, your first class introduced you to many of the Korean choreographers you’d see today. When you turned eighteen, you decided this was something you wanted to pursue.
So even without liking the camera and media, you went into all of it headfirst. Making a name for yourself on social media, taking as many classes as you can, and even trying to set up your own classes.
It was working as well, and everything seemed to be going great. There was nothing in your way.
Your parents were still hesitant about the career choice, but your father, being himself, was your biggest advocate when it came to your mother and your passion.
Thank the universe she didn’t—or else you would’ve never met Bada.
The woman who you’d consider to be the love of your life. It was a pretty lackluster first impression, both of you sweating and dancing in the middle when called to do so. Bada’s a social butterfly—if she figured she liked your look and personality, she would personally go out of her way to talk to you.
You like to think she saw you as interesting enough to even be friends with, when it clearly became more than that. There wasn’t any opposition to being in a relationship; it was just something you never really thought about.
Since your main focus was getting out of your shell, you never really had a crush.
Yet when Bada came into your life, you were easily swept off your feet by the woman, which was just common for anything Bada does. By the time you realized you had some inkling of feelings for her, both of you were in the dance studio alone, and she had almost kissed you before stopping herself.
When that happened, you took a leap of faith. There wasn’t much thought behind it, but you kissed Bada the following week after another class you guys shared. From then on, there were dates, hangouts, and kisses until it finally became official between the two of you.
Then came the rise of Street Woman Fighter. The first season was an undeniable hit, people like No:ze and even Lee Chaeyeon gained more popularity than intended.
Long story short, after the first season, Bada had begun curating her own dance crew, BEBE. It was at a point in time when both you and Bada now had bigger careers. Your girlfriend had worked with multiple SM artists by then, while you worked with artists from multiple companies, and both of you were becoming somewhat known names in the dance scene.
Even teaching in multiple classes that same year. Getting close to certain students helped with the completion of the crew, and she even asked you—well, that’s how you find yourself here, seated first in the fight zone of the building with Bada beside you.
You feel sweat clinging to the palms of your hands as you rest them at the edge of your seat, right beside your thighs.
There’s a feeling of warmth that settles right above your hand, looking over to see Bada using her hand to hold your. She gives a soft smile, mouthing if your okay and you nod.
The atmosphere felt a bit suffocating, especially when a video starts playing on the large monitor. You could feel how you almost jolt up from the loud volume and some groups began to talk about BEBE.
A lot of what each crew said was expected. How you guys haven’t been a crew for a long time, Bada and her copy cats, Bada overshadowing everyone else, blah blah blah.
You mentally prepared for what they would say about you guys… well, mostly that is.
“Y/n-nim… seems to look really cold, no?” You watch as Mina Myoung points at your photo, the rest of Deep N Dap nodding along. “She looks really mean,” JJ says, in a more innocent manner.
The next clip is 1Million watching videos of your dancing, and Lia Kim tilts her head, obviously confused for some reason. “I don’t really see anything special here,” their youngest, Harimu, tells them, and Lia claps once. “That’s exactly what I couldn’t put into words, Bada just seems like the star of the crew.”
“She’s popular for this mysterious facade she has on social media, right?” Yeni questions and Chocol nods. “Is she popular for her dancing or just the mysterious vibe of not showing her face much?” Halo asks, and you see the rest of the women shrug.
You huffed out the long breath you had been holding in, unsure of how to respond, but it was clear in the way your jaw clenched. Mnet had done a very good job of creating a dramatic atmosphere, and you didn’t know they would kind of push the boundaries of your insecurities.
Shouldn’t have thought so highly of them in the first place. You couldn’t be mad about it all since a lot of it was the truth. Glancing over to your right, Bada’s face is being hit by the cool-toned lighting, the rush of red on her cheeks growing darker from festering anger after each word a person spoke.
Her fist clenched hard, seeing the colors of her knuckles fading into white. With cameras all around, it was difficult to grab her hand or do anything outwardly comforting. The best you could do was brush your finger up against the back of Bada’s hand, and you can see how her shoulders relax from your peripheral vision.
That only lasted for about ten seconds, because as soon as the video ends, the room is filled with the sounds of slamming as you and the girls watch stickers being placed right next to your names.
Bada, despite being popular like everyone said, only got two stickers—from very obvious people, you might add.
You knew Bada well enough by now to know about the history between her and Redy, while she worked with Redlic quite often. There was something at the tip of your tongue about it all, but as you're about to whisper about it to Bada, the monitor shows multiple stickers slamming right beside your name.
Six to be exact.
Not knowing whether to find it amusing or outright disrespectful, a scoff escapes your lips as you look a bit shocked. It was clear that you weren’t as well-known as your girlfriend, and you believed you had gone past that era of feeling like you were overshadowed by her aura. Yet standing here made you feel that same anxiety and frustration—the same feelings you had when the first comment of you and Bada showed up in some YouTube comments.
You even remember the first time reading it. The comment was under a video of a choreography made by you, and Bada had joined the class last minute, to everyone’s knowledge. In the video, you had put everyone in groups except Bada to show her off.
Not many people knew you two were together, but it didn’t mean you weren’t going to be proud and show her off. In your mind, it isn’t clear if that choice of yours was a mistake or not when you read, ‘I usually dislike Y/n’s style of dancing, but Bada-nim made it work and I love it!’
Reading the comment threw you off, and Bada even noticed it. There was a point in time when you distanced yourself because of it.
That was at the beginning of your relationship, and you had to learn to grow from it. There’s also no denying that gaining your own fanbase certainly helped the matter.
Bada’s eyes shift towards you, seeing how your face has become a shade paler at the silence. You have a brilliant girlfriend, and she knows you get into your head… like a lot.
She knew it was likely going to be worse this time since you didn’t take kindly to badmouthing. Constructive criticism was something you could handle, maybe one tear will roll down your face, but you tend to keep your head up high.
Now, comments like these—they’re a big problem. Due to being so harsh on yourself, Bada could already feel the breakdown coming. It wasn’t something she ‘wanted’ to be aware of, but you gave her enough signals that it was going to come soon.
The hair combing, the cracking of your fingers, the way you’d press your lips shut tight, and how you would begin rotating your wrist as if you’re stretching. Within a minute, you had done all of that in order as you took your seats.
You couldn’t even focus for the rest of the show, just constantly spacing out. Like, even with everyone being hype about Jam Republic, Kang Daniel, or Shonwu, you just sat in the corner beside Bada, just staring at the floor as if it were a void.
There was a tug on your sleeve, bringing you out of your head, and you looked up to see Bada holding on, waiting for you to come along with her. Quietly, you get up, not saying a word, as Bada gives you a hug while bringing you up the stairs.
All of the girls were mentally prepping for battles, more excited than nervous, but when Lusher realized you hadn’t voiced your opinions at all, she carefully warned the rest to tone it down.
As you changed at the deeper end of the hideout, Bada kept looking at you, her worried eyes saying it all. You could see how the tail ends of her brows turned down while glancing every once in a while.
“Unnie, should I have everyone head out first?” Lusher whispers to the eldest, who only watched as you paced back and forth like you were keeping yourself busy with something. “Yeah…” Bada mumbles, just keeping track of you.
The third oldest began ushering out each member, explaining that you two would follow.
“Babe?” You hear her call out while walking, but your legs wouldn’t seem to stop working on their own. They just kept going and going and going.
That was until you heard her call out again, and it was the thing that made you pause. “Are you okay?”
Those damned trigger words.
You feel the tears pooling in your eyes, looking down as you try taking deep breaths to hold them back. “Yeah,” you tried telling her, or yourself even, but your trembling voice made it clear that if you didn’t cry it out now, you’d be crying on the stage later, and she knew you wouldn’t want that.
Bada opens her arms, one hand in a beckoning motion—her welcoming you into her arms. You shuffle over to where she’s seated, sitting on her lap softly as you lay your head in the crook of her neck.
Her warmth was good enough to calm you down, her scent could’ve drowned your worries at that exact moment.
But once you feel the palm of her hand running up and down your back softly, the water works begin to fall. The sounds of your sniffles and whimpers filled the room as her arms wrapped around you.
She feels your tears wetting her neck, due to your lashes fluttering against them ever so lightly. “T-This show makes m-me feel stupid. They made me l-look like a joke,” you talk through your tears, gasping for air throughout your sentence as you couldn’t stop the emotions overcoming you.
You feel Bada caressing your head, hushing you to say everything is okay. She even presses a few light kisses on the top of your head, and it seems to be doing the trick.
She had felt your breathing become far more relegated, how you stopped shaking and stopped gripping her shirt.
Bada leans back, sweeping the strands of hair out of your face, then taking the pad of her thumb to wipe away the tears staining your face.
“They’re just trying to stir drama,” she whispers in your ear, making sure the production team wouldn’t hear, and you nod, ultimately agreeing with Bada.
Due to everyone changing, it was a quick camera break, and Bada was about to make the most of it.
“One, I’m sure everyone here respects you. Two, you are the most talented, strong, hardworking, beautiful woman in the whole wide world,” she tells you, stretching out her arms to signify the size of the world.
Her nose scrunches up while doing so, making you giggle. The reaction has her looking at you with a smile, taking you into her arms once more. “There’s that beautiful smile I know and love.”
She softly moves you off her lap, seating you right next to her as she goes over to get her cap next to the door, then places it on your head. You feel how it shimmies down your hair, the large brim covering you, likely, irritated and puffy eyes.
“Let’s go out there and kill it?”
You smile, giving a nod and a quick kiss before walking out hand in hand, with the one woman who could, of course, calm you down after an episode like that.
I have a request 👉👈. Ever since Bada reacted to wswf, I've been thinking of what would be Bada's reaction if her secret gf was on the new season and now people were thristing over her gf, both fans and dancers on the show (just how people were thirsting over Bada in swf2, even some of the dancers). And she gets kind of jealous, wanting to tell everyone that that's her girl. Bada seems like she would be the cutest when jealous. So i would love it if you would write something inspired by that 🥺🥺, no problems if not
warnings: smut, car sex, fingering, fluffy and suggestive, jealous bada is cute, possessive bada
wk: 3,5k
a/n: I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG😭 I absolutely loved writing this one but I kept re-writing for a long time, I hope you enjoy because that’s the max I could do🥹🩵 by the way, the middle picture is the shirt mentioned on the story!
You were a dancer going on the famous TV reality show Street Woman Fighter, with many seasons the program was famous worldwide and one of the biggest events in the Korean television.
On the second aired episode one of your dance battles went viral on social media, your dance skills and natural beauty calling the attention of the viewers. The video with over millions of views reached everyone, and even the other contestants of the show talked about how attractive and pretty you were. Everyone loved you and fans started commenting about you online.
There was only one person who didn’t enjoy it that much: your girlfriend.
Bada Lee, leader of a famous dance crew and winner of one of the previous seasons of the program was your secret girlfriend for three years now. Your relationship was hidden from the public eyes due to issues you two could encounter ahead, stalking, bad comments, and loss of privacy.
Bada never saw a problem on keeping it hidden before, she even liked better that way, you two talked about it before and came to the conclusion it was the best. But now, she was feeling weird, she wanted to scream to the world that you were hers.
It was a normal week evening, Bada had finished recording a reaction video for her youtube channel, she reacted to the latest episode of the TV show and the was surprised to see the amount of attention you were getting.
She was proud of you, of course. You were out there showing your talent and years of hard work and practice, but deep down she couldn’t help but be jealous.
Jealous when other women said they wanted to marry you, how other contestants screamed over your looks and insane talent when dancing, your kind and smiley personality making people’s heart beat faster. She wanted to post online right now that you were hers and only hers, she wanted to brag. But that wasn’t possible.
Bada sighed and took a sip of her iced americano, phone on her hands while she scrolled through social media, your name on the search bar while she watched every single video and fan’s comments about you. Her big eyes focused on the screen while her busy fingers rolled through the comments and she felt her blood boiling.
Before she could continue and end up doing something reckless, her phone buzzed with a new call income and she smiled when the name “my baby” appeared on the screen. She quickly picked up your call.
“my love! I called as soon as I saw your text, sorry, I was practicing until now” Your voice sounded rushed yet sweet on the phone, and Bada unconsciously smiled.
“hey, baby. it’s okay, don’t worry! how was your day?” Bada got up from the table and turned off the LED lightning she had settled up for recording, and walked to the couch so she could get more comfortable and talk to you.
“tiring, we are preparing from a new mission and I’m a little stressed… but at least I will have the afternoon free tomorrow! half of the day off” Your voice was calm and sounded tired, some shuffling sounds on the background showed you were moving around, probably packing your things.
“day off? hm… should I go to see you?” Bada’s voice was small, she looked at her hands and fidget with the strings of her sweatpants, a slight tone of vulnerability in her voice.
“it’s too far, baby… you’re probably tired from working the whole week. I don’t want you to get more tired driving for two hours just to spend the afternoon with me” Your voice was soft and sweet, that way that made Bada’s heart melt and mind calm.
“but I miss you…” Her voice came back to you in a soft whisper, her cute tone making you chuckle.
“and it’s not two hours, probably one hour and a half”
You laughed softly on the phone, Bada’s cuteness making all your worries and tiredness disappear. You missed her too, obviously. During the shooting of the show you were staying out of town and it was a little far from where you and Bada shared an apartment.
“I miss you too… okay, be careful on the road! Let’s meet for a lunch date and you can stay over for the night and go back in the morning” You said after some time and Bada made a happy exclamation sound, her voice getting high pitched when she was excited.
You two called for the rest of the night, while you went back to your hotel room, showered and ordered some food, until you went to sleep and Bada whispered sweet praising words on the phone and wished you a good night of sleep.
When the call came to an end, she was almost done with packing a bag to spend the following day with you. It was late already and she was packing some things for you, nice blankets and some of her clothes she knew you liked wearing, and she was planning to buy snacks tomorrow. It was over midnight when she finished packing and went to sleep, excited to finally see you after some time.
On the next morning Bada woke up early and did her routine happily, she was going to see you in some hours and was clearly excited about it. She stopped by a department store and got snacks for you, things she thought you would need and cute things that made her think of you, like a useless-looking matching Kuromi and My Melody keyring but for her it was the best cute gift she could give you.
During your long morning of recording you kept checking your phone for Bada’s texts, she wqs sending you cute selfies to let you know where she was and last time you checked she was almost arriving. When the shooting finally came to an end you saw a text from her saying she had her car parked in front of the studio.
You bid your goodbyes to teammates and walked as fast as you could, a big smile on your face when you saw the black Chevrolet Trailblazer parked. You quickly got inside the car and Bada was smiling at you, her big eyes shining like an excited puppy.
“hey, princess” She said with a smile and leaned almost immediately to kiss you, you giggled softly and kissed her back, placing your hand on her cheek and caressing the skin with your thumb.
“hey… I missed you” you say once you separate from the kiss, Bada looked at you with focused eyes, like she was trying to remember every single feature of your face. Without warning she captured your lips again, sucking on your bottom lip and tugging gently between her teeth. Her eyes were dark and full of love while she admired your face and separated slightly.
“I missed you so much…” She whispered, almost like a groan, and you smirked at her cute sexy behavior.
“you look tired…” Your voice was soft and whispered too, since both of you were so close. Your thumb ran through her skin, under her dark circles and the skinny cheeks, the other hand fixing her double-colored bangs and exposing some of her forehead.
“working too much, but I’ll be fine now that you’re here with me… recharge my energies” Bada answered, placing her own hand on top of yours as she leaned against your touch, eyes closed while she savored the moment.
You chuckled softly and admired her face for some seconds, the lashes resting on her cheeks with her closed eyes, her pink plump lips, she was stunning.
“I got you some things I thought you might need…”
Bada suddenly spoke again, reaching for a bag on the back seat and handed it to you, it was surprisingly full and you frowned a little, looking up at her face curious and excited.
“some things? oh wow, babe… what is it?” You smile while looking at the bag.
“I got you some clothes, snacks so you won’t be hungry when practicing and… some more cute things” Bada started confidently but got shy at the end, you laughed at her cute behavior and started looking through the bag.
You found delicious snacks and energizing drinks, a cute My Melody keyring and a lot of shirts, but there was something weird about them.
“are those… your shirts?” You ask with a frown, taking one of the shirts and looking at Bada, that surprisingly was blushing red.
“y-yeah! so you won’t… miss me too much” Bada got a little lost with her words and you chuckled softly.
You placed the bag again on the back seat and without warning you took off your own shirt, Bada gasped surprised and went quiet, just looking at you attentively.
You got dressed in one of Bada’s shirt, the scent of her clean clothes hitting your nostrils and bringing comfort to you.
“you want me to use your clothes on national television? are you that jealous?” You spoke with a whispered tone, deep voice while looking at Bada.
Her eyes change, they got darker when she looked at you dressed in one of her shirts, her possessive side taking over. A long sigh escaped her lips and she dragged her hand to your thigh, caressing the skin through your pants and admiring your body.
“you look perfect in my shirt… so mine…” Bada’s voice became deep and whispered, her hand traveling up under the shirt and touching your waist.
“I can’t lie to you…” Bada started again, locking the doors with her free hand and burying her face on your neck. “I hate seeing people flirting with you, and the comments about how pretty and hot you are…”
You took a deep breath, resting your hand on her shoulder while she dragged her lips on the skin of your neck. Her words hit you in a way that left your body burning, maybe a mix of her intoxicating perfume and longing, or the way she held your waist tightly and possessively.
“would they say that if they knew you’re mine?” She whispers against your skin, lifting her head a little to reach your ear, grazing her teeth on your earlobe softly.
“baby… don’t worry about the comments, I am yours and only yours” You answer in a whispered weak voice, showing how worked up you already were.
Bada’s hand traveled from your waist up to your neck, her fingers tangling in your hair and tugging on it slightly. The action lifted your face and now you could see her dark eyes, they carried a hint of lust, possession, love, passion, all of that in a mix that left your legs weak.
“gosh… I missed you so much” She looked down at your body and bit her own lower lip, trying to hold back.
“you’re mine, right?”
“yes, I am yours” You answered immediately, nodding with your head and looking into her eyes.
Bada let out a small sound from the back of her throat, like she couldn’t hold back anymore, too affected by your presence so close like that. Without waiting another second she dived in and captured your lips in a slow and sensual kiss, pouring all the emotions in the touch. The longing, hunger and possessiveness.
Before you could notice Bada had her hands under your shirt, busy fingers hooking on the waist of your pants and trying to pull them down.
“can I?” She breaks the kiss to ask softly, you smile at her polite question even if she was about to lose her mind.
“of course, don’t even ask” You are fast to answer and that flicks a switch on Bada, she attacked your neck with kisses and lowered your pants slowly. You lifted your hips from the seat and Bada hummed, finishing to pull them down until they were at your ankles.
She separated from you and pulled her driver’s seat back, tilting the backrest back and leaning against it, patting her thighs.
“take them off and come up here, sweet girl” She says, you gulped a little nervous but still felt the burning sensation on your body, and you couldn’t stay away from her one more second.
You climbed on her thighs, Bada hummed and placed her big hands on your exposed skin, biting her lower lip.
“how I missed those thighs, I can’t wait until we get back in the hotel, let me have you here… I promise it will be quick” Her eyes were hungry, she was lost, her eyes focused on your body in front of her.
The stress and tension from the show left you on edge, you missed Bada more than ever on cold nights. And now that she was here under you, asking so gently, your body burned with want.
“don’t worry, my windows are tinted” Bada whispered with a smirk and you smirked back, nodding with your head and leaning for one more kiss.
Her hands traveled through your smooth skin, she missed you so much, close like this. Her slender fingers pressed on your thighs, then your hips, until they stopped on your waist under her shirt.
“the pretty girl everyone likes… it’s all mine, and only mine” Bada spoke in a sensual tone, leaning closer to place her lips on your neck. She started kissing, nibbling and sucking on your skin, your eyes fluttered shut instantly as she teased you on your most sensitive spots.
“Bada…” Her name escaped your lips, and she looked up surprised. Eyes dark with lust and her pupils were wide, focusing on every part of you.
“I missed your voice so much” She buried her face into your neck and her hands went down to grip your ass cheeks tightly.
A small sound left your lips and she repeated the action, just to hear you again. Without more waiting her fingers hooked on your panties and pulled them down, just enough to expose your skin to her touch.
Bada leaned for a hungry kiss, her hands reaching your front and cupping your cunt, fingers pressing just slightly as she hummed in satisfaction.
“they can’t touch you like this… they can’t make you feel good like I do” Bada’s voice was muffled by your skin as she still had her face on the crook of your neck.
Her middle and ring fingers started moving in circular motions on your sensitive bundle of nerves, your reaction was like honey to her ears. With a proud smirk on her lips, she continued to move slowly, feeling how wet you already were.
“so wet for me, princess” Bada looks up this time, looking into your eyes. Your hands were on her shoulders as you felt your body burning hot.
She just looked up to see your reactions, she loved to see your face of pleasure when she made you feel good. So imagine her contentment when she saw your pretty lips open in a round shape, eyebrows furrowed. while she inserted two of her fingers into your leaking cunt.
“so easy. you missed me, hm?” Bada murmurs against your lips, her full lips brushing on yours gently.
Her fingers worked in and out slowly, controlling herself not to just pound into you like she wanted to. You leaned closer to capture her lips for one more kiss, that ones with wet sounds and tongues dancing together.
You already felt your body buzzing with pleasure, it had been ages since she touched you like that, and her skilled hands never failed you.
Bada smirked between the kiss once she felt your hips bucking up, looking for more, more of her. She looked down surprised at how her fingers disappeared easily inside you, coming back coated and glistening. She used her thumb to press on your clit again, moving with circular motions.
At this point you were moaning her name softly, gasps leaving your lips. Bada admired your body, how you had your eyes closed and how you rolled your hips to get more of her touch.
Her movements became fast, fingers coming in and out of you so precisely that you could only roll your eyes. The perfect pressure on your oversensitive bundle of nerves and the non-stopping brush against your spot, it all made you lose your mind.
“say you’re mine…”
Bada whispered against your ear, her arm holding you in place while the other fucked her fingers fast in and out of you.
“yours… ‘m only yours” You manage to say between moans and gasps, the heat building fast in your stomach.
Bada had this power on you. To flick the switches in a second, to make you melt so quickly. All it took was some words and good hand placement and she got you dripping wet.
“am I the only one that makes you feel like this?”
Bada spoke against your lips, her strong grip on your waist and fingers still working fast inside you. She curled her fingers up just to hear your reaction, and she was very satisfied to hear your sweet voice mewling her name in soft moans, clearly losing your mind.
“close?”
Her voice came close to your ear, and you moaned a little louder as you felt the sensation building. You nodded with your head fast and she aligned her fingers exactly against your sensitive spot, hitting it on every single trust.
Your moans got louder and more repetitive, Bada knew you like the palm of her hand to understand that was you close to falling apart.
Her lips found your neck again, sucking a mark under the shirt that you were wearing, her shirt.
The pressure and heat buildup between your legs until you screamed, thighs shaking while you tried to close them unconsciously. Bada moved her fingers slowly to help you ride the feeling, her thumb pressing circles on your clit until it was too much and you hissed from the overstimulation.
Bada lifted her head and the full swollen lips searched for yours, a slow and sensual kiss exchanged by both of you. Her fingers slipped out gently and you moaned onto her mouth.
You were a mess, still trying to recover from the intense high, breath still heavy. Bada caressed your waist gently, hands going to your lower back.
“how are you feeling?” She asks in a small soft tone, surprisingly different from the growls she gave you minutes ago.
“amazing, I missed you…” You manage to say, holding her face in your palms as you looked at her face, beautiful face.
“you’re crazy, can’t believe you just did that to me in a car”
Bada laughed softly once she heard your words, biting her lower lip in that sexy way that got you weak in the knees.
“I came prepared” She says, leaning to reach the glove box and she got a wet tissue packet.
You gasped in fake shock and laughed a little, looking as Bada got a tissue and cleaned her fingers, she had a shy smile on her lips and you could notice how het cheeks were slightly red.
“I got a little worked up with all this thing, sorry” She spoke while cleaning with a soft and gentle touch.
“you were jealous”
Her hand stops for a second before continuing, and a smirk appears on your lips once you realize that was the reason.
“you’re so cute sometimes” You held her neck with one hand, getting closer to capture her lips once more. Bada was quick to kiss you back, her tongue meeting yours in a slow romantic dance.
You went back to your seat, now fully clothed and clean, still trying to recover from the intense moment. Bada looked at you with a smile.
“are you hungry? I am starving” She said, head leaning against to seat while her shiny eyes looked at yours.
“I am! there’s a super nice restaurant close to the lake, can we go there?” You asked and Bada hummed in agreement, already starting the engine of the car.
Despite everything—the risks, the secrecy—you realized you wouldn’t trade this love for anything. Fame made things dangerous, jealousy sometimes complicated them, and longing often hurt… but none of it mattered.
Because she was yours, and you were hers.
That afternoon you shared a meal by the lake, laughed together, and talked about your week, enjoying a nice time together.
But nothing prepared you to the news you saw on your phone at night back at the hotel:
“Street Woman Fighter Love!
Bada Lee, winner from second season, is seen holding hands with her lover on Incheon streets, the third season heartthrob!”
comments:
“omg the cutest couple!”
“IS SHE USING BADA’S SHIRT!? That one from the dance battle”
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.
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”—.
Mati if you write smut would it be girl on girl? Idk how to call it. Like both girls and Bada not having a dick. PLEASE
I dare you
🍾 — You and Bada swore you wouldn't bring the earlier fight to the party, but when alcohol loosened your tongue and a dare put her lips on yours, restraint went flying out the window.
!!! smut, MDNI, alcohol, public sex, toxic tendencies, cunnilingus, fingering, face riding, overstimulation, possessive/whipped dynamic. !!!
You were sprawled on the couch, one leg bouncing restlessly, watching the blue glow of Bada's laptop light up her face. Her brows were furrowed, her fingers moving quickly over the keys. She hadn't looked at you in nearly twenty minutes, and your patience had already snapped.
"You're still on that?" Your voice was sharp, cutting through the quiet hum of her typing. "We're supposed to leave in ten minutes, Bada."
"I'm almost done," she replied smoothly, not even glancing up. Her tone was so maddeningly calm, like you were just background noise. "If I don't finalize these class schedules now, I'll be behind all week."
You rolled your eyes dramatically standing up in your heels, letting them click to the floor. "So your students get your attention, but I don't?"
That made her pause. Her head lifted just slightly, her gaze finally sliding to you, heavy-lidded. "Don't start, babe. I said I'm almost done."
"Don't start?" you shot back, heat rising in your chest. "We've been planning this night for weeks. You're acting like I'm asking you to choose between me and your damn career."
"Because that's what it sounds like," she said evenly, shutting the laptop but keeping her hand resting on it. "This isn't me ignoring you. This is me working. You knew who I was when you started dating me."
You scoffed, walking to grab your bag. "Yeah, yeah, the brilliant choreographer. Everyone wants a piece of you. I just didn't think I'd have to fight for mine."
That line hung in the air. Her jaw tightened, the first real crack in her composure tonight.
She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms, eyes fixed on you with that maddening stare that always made you feel like you were being handled. "You're being impatient."
"And you're being impossible," you snapped, shoving your bag over your shoulder. "Whatever. Don't expect me to sit around and be quiet all night."
Her lips pressed into a thin line, gaze following your movements as you stormed to the door. She didn’t chase after you. Of course she didn't. She just gave you that steady, unreadable look, the one that said she was annoyed but too controlled to show it.
And somehow, that only made you want to push harder.
At the party, the music was loud, pounding in your chest, the bass rattling the floor like a second heartbeat. Perfect.
It drowned out the echo of Bada's dismissive tone from earlier. You're being impatient. Her voice still crawled under your skin like an itch.
You hated how she could close the laptop, give you that steady, unreadable look, and act like that was enough.
So now, you were five shots in, draped against strangers like they were long-lost friends, laughing too loud at jokes you barely heard. Every time your cup emptied, someone was refilling it, and you let them.
If Bada wanted to act like she was above it all, then fine. She can do her thing but you'd show her just how much fun you could have without her.
From the corner of your eye, you could see her. Always could. She was leaned against the bar, tall frame impossible to miss, drink in hand, eyes on the crowd but not really participating. Typical Bada. You hated how much you still wanted her even while you were angry.
So when the drinking game started, you jumped in immediately, sliding onto the floor with the circle, knees brushing against whoever sat closest. The heat of the alcohol had your skin buzzing, thoughts sharp and reckless.
Your heart thudded, angry and desperate all at once. You hated her calm.
You hated how she could annoy the hell out of you and still make your stomach twist just by existing. And maybe that was why you kept drinking. To blur the line between your anger and your craving.
The bottle spun across the floor, clattering to a stop. It pointed at Bada.
The circle erupted, laughter and shouts filling the air. Bada smirked faintly, setting her glass aside before leaning forward with lazy confidence.
"Truth or dare?"
"Dare," she answered, of course. Smooth as if nothing in this room could rattle her.
The game master looked around, but you were already leaning in, raising your hand high, voice cutting sharp through the noise: "I'll give her one."
Every head swiveled toward you. Bada's gaze following last.
You smirked, drunk and shameless, eyes locked on hers. Your dare. Your moment. "I dare Bada," you said slowly, savoring it, "to kiss me. Right here. In front of everyone."
The crowd exploded and She tilted her head, calm as ever, and asked coolly, "Really?" And you saw it, that flicker in her eyes. The one that said she hated losing.
"Unless you're scared," you fired back, grin curling at your lips.
The shift was subtle but sharp. She stood up, long strides carrying her through the circle of people like the parting of waves. The music felt quieter suddenly, the air thick with anticipation.
And then she was in front of you, cupping your jaw with one large, warm hand. Her thumb brushed your cheek, gentle, but her gaze was hard.
Like she was reminding you who you were dealing with.
The kiss started controlled, her lips firm, her tongue barely teasing. The kind of kiss meant to shut you up, not give you what you wanted. But you didn't play nice. You bit her lip.
She groaned against your mouth, low and quiet, and in the next second, the kiss turned molten. Her tongue slid against yours, her hand tightening at the back of your neck to keep you there.
The circle erupted in cheers, claps, and whistles, but all you felt was her mouth devouring yours, her composed shield shattering just a little.
You grinned into the kiss, drunk on the taste of her, drunk on the fact that you'd won.
When she finally pulled back, her lips glistened in the dim light, her eyes narrowed as she leaned close enough for only you to hear.
"Satisfied?" she whispered.
Your smirk was pure sin, shameless as you licked your lips. "Not even close."
You slammed the lock shut with a click, still tipsy, still buzzing from the alcohol and the kiss in front of everyone. "You're crazy, aren't you? Don't tell me you're running off now." you sneered, back against the sink, arms crossed.
Bada set her drink on the counter with a clink, slow, deliberate. "You really don't know when to stop, do you?"
"Maybe I don't want to stop." Your grin was sharp, defiant. "You ignore me at home for your work, and now you think you can shut me up with one little kiss?"
Her eyes flashed, jaw tight. She stepped forward until her body pinned yours against the cold sink. "You're drunk."
"And you're obsessed with your damn schedules," you shot back, tugging her by the collar.
That did it. She kissed you hard. Her teeth clashing, tongue shoving past your lips like she was trying to prove a point. You gasped against her, biting back, refusing to let her have all the control. The kiss was fueled by every unsaid word between you.
Her hands gripped your hips, hard enough to bruise. "You drive me insane, love." she growled against your mouth.
"Then lose your mind for me," you whispered, tugging her hair until she hissed.
Bada dropped to her knees before you could get another jab in, shoving your skirt up and dragging your panties aside in one rough move. You jolted when her breath hit your skin, heat flaring instantly.
"Bada—"
"Shh. Shut up for me?" Her voice was calm, commanding, and then her mouth was on you.
You gasped, one hand flying to the counter for balance, the other gripping her hair. The first drag of her tongue up your slit was slow and savoring. And it nearly made your knees buckle.
"Fuck—"
She smirked against you, then pressed her mouth harder, latching onto your clit with wet, obscene suction. The sound echoed in the small bathroom, mixing with your strangled whimpers.
Instinct took over. You hooked one trembling leg over her shoulder, pulling her closer, grinding yourself against her face. You begged for more, voice ragged.
Bada groaned into you, the vibration shooting straight through your core.
She shoved two fingers inside you suddenly, curling them up until your hips jolted.
You nearly screamed, slapping a hand over your mouth. Your thighs shook, squeezing around her head, but she only pinned you tighter against the sink.
"Look at you," she muttered against your skin between licks, eyes flicking up, dark and glinting. "All that attitude, all that pouting. Melting the second I touch you."
You tugged her hair hard enough to make her moan, rolling your hips shamelessly against her mouth. "I'm so— freaking mad, but only you," you gasped, voice breaking. "Only you can make me like this."
Her groan was low as she fucked you with her fingers deeper, tongue circling your clit until your whole body trembled. The bathroom filled with the wet, filthy sounds of her devouring you, and your muffled cries bouncing off the tiles.
When your orgasm hit, it was brutal.
Your head tipped back against the mirror with a dull thud, your thighs locking around her shoulders as wave after wave tore through you. You choked out her name like it was the only word you knew.
But Bada didn't stop. She kept licking you through it until you were shoving at her head, whining from overstimulation. Only then did she pull back, chin glistening, lips swollen, breathing heavy.
She stood slowly, towering over you again, and without giving you a chance to recover, she kissed you deep, making you taste yourself on her tongue. Her grip on your jaw was firm, grounding.
"Lesson learned?" she whispered against your lips, thumb stroking your cheek.
Your laugh was weak, breathless, but still cocky. "Only that you're completely whipped for me."
Her grin was dangerous, the kind that promised you weren't done. "Yeah? So I haven't made it up to you yet?"
You rolled your eyes, "Apologize properly next time. But no, we're not done here yet." And you kissed her again wanting more.
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a/n:
er... well this is how I write smut. tell me what you think?
also, I disappeared for a while and I found this in my inbox. I hope this answers your question <3
Two rival dancers from completely different worlds are obligated to collide whether they like it or not, turning their bitter competition into an uneasy collaboration.
Rivalry turns into something sharper, tension blurs into trust.
wc: 590
genre: the cliché enemies-to-lovers ! fluff, eventual smut if I feel like it, and MAYBE some angst. But it'll be happy in the end I pinky promise.
an: I'm so excited and nervous to finally put out a story, and I'm so glad that a few of you are hyped for it.
If it isn't obvious yet, I feel like a whole newbie with writing despite having experience in journalism, as it's two different things. So please bare with me in moments of mistakes!
I'm still getting to know tumblr and how it works. With that, your suggestions and requests ( even for other story/au/oneshots ) are very welcome.
This is only a prologue of quite a lengthy story, and I hope I'll be able to deliver it to all of you to your liking.
From this point on until the next, please continue to give love. Lots of loveee, lin!
📍 School of Performing Arts, Seoul.
You meet Bada on some Tuesday that you already despise.
Your music is playing, elegant and smooth. The mirrors are clean.
Your posture? Perfect. Chin lifted, back straight, with years of discipline and hardwork aligned neatly in your bones.
Because what could possibly go wrong, right?
Nope!
The door opens. Along with that was the sound of sneakers scuffing the floor, some "noise music" blasting on someone's phone— you don't know what it is, probably K-Pop. You're not a fan.
And you saw who it was from your peripheral sight while keeping your face straight on the large mirror.
Baggy cargos with one too many pockets, a white shirt underneath some kind of hoodie from some expensive brand with one sleeve thrown over her shoulder.
Long extended hair, black hair with blonde peeking out from underneath from her bangs to the end of her hair.
Sharp nose, milky skin— stop.
Bada Lee.
She didn't knock and neither did she ask. She just plugged in her speakers as if the room belonged to her.
You stop mid-turn as you speak calmly, "This studio's reserved."
Bada glances at you lazily as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Yeah. By dancers."
Oh and was the shady implication ever so clear.
You smiled thinly despite the growing urge to roll your eyes. "Then you must be in the wrong studio."
The tall girl gave you a once over— pointe shoes, stillness seemingly so effortless, and composure so sharp like a blade that it could be uncanny.
"Didn't know mannequins could talk." She retorts.
Your eyes narrow as you cross your arms in an attempt to keep your elegance, your tone challenging and just as petty. "Didn't know noise counted as choreography."
A beat, the studio goes quiet.
Before Bada grinned, cocky and infuriating.
And that's where it all began, and when you knew this was going to be a whole problem.
And oh! Did I mention that almost the whole academy population loves to see you both collide and bicker ever since then?
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📍 Morning Assembly, 9:00 AM
All of you don't usually do these anymore.
But many were gathered for an out of the blue morning assembly for a quote on quote, "Important Announcement".
Suddenly, the yellow blazer you had on felt too hot for it's material and the bow above your collar felt weird.
You had a bad feeling.
Surprise!
A Fusion Showcase announced so enthusiastically by the academy, almost like it's a gift.
Street. Classical. Two styles. One performance.
Guess what.
The academy already chose the contestants and paired them.
You close your eyes and mentally pray that it wasn't someone you don't get along with—
"Bada Lee and Y/N L/N."
Fuck.
The expansive gym explodes into murmurs and supportive claps before they continued announcing the rest.
You laugh with dry humor under your breath, "This has to be a joke." You must be going crazy, aren't you?
All the while your friends beside you chuckle and gave you knowing glances.
Coincidentally, Bada was just a few feet behind you before she stood beside you with a scoff.
"Relax, princess. I'll try not to step on you."
You didn't even spare a glance as you kept your gaze straight. "You couldn't keep up even if you tried."
Bada leaned down beside you to glance at your side profile. "Wanna bet?"
cw: pussy whipped bada lee taking you in several different positions. cannot get enough of the noises you make and how good she makes you feel. good god.
a/n: i am so sorry for the filth that follows. free claim for a place in heaven!
your back arched as bada's hands ran down your sides, stopping to squeeze at your waist.
"please bada."
both her hands continue their journey down your body, spreading your legs to make room for her. she stands above you at the edge of the bed, hands massaging at your thighs, just shy of where you really want them.
"you look so pretty like this baby."
she wraps your legs around her waist and leans down to you, one hand by your head, the other rubbing up and down your thigh. she presses her lips against yours. it starts out so sweet. her lips ghosting against yours, kissing you and pulling back when you move in for more. but something switches in her when you moan into her mouth. the hand on your thigh moves up to squeeze your waist, the hand by your head grasps your hair and pulls. she bites your bottom lip, waiting for you to open your mouth. she licks her tongue against yours, groaning as she grinds against you.
"so fucking good for me." bada presses kisses in between each word. her brows furrow as she grinds harder against you, deepening the kiss by gripping your hair. you gasp, hands grabbing onto her shoulders,
"feels so good baby." your hips grind up into hers.
bada stops kissing you in favor of watching you move. you're so fucking hot. she loves the way your eyes flutter each time you meet her in the middle. your nails feel so good through the fabric of her flannel. she wants to take more from you. make you moan louder.
"fuck. fuck baby, stop." she draws out, hand letting go of your hair. she sits back up, taking a look at how flustered you looked. she's sure she looked nearly the same,
"tell me what you want, baby." bada's free hand, that was previously gripping your hair, dances down your stomach and cups your cunt. she lets you grind against her hand for a bit, enjoying the small gasps you were letting out.
"c'mon baby. tell bada what you need."
you open your eyes and bada's are peering down at you. the breath leaves your lungs as her fingers dance around your clit.
"want you to fill me up- please."
bada's eyes close. she needed to make you feel good. needed to see you fall apart against her.
"so polite," she bends down to leave a short kiss on your lips, "whatever you want, angel."
bada grabs her strap and watches as your eyes sparkle. she chuckles a bit. she's made a habit of wearing a harness underneath her pants as you've just been so needy lately. your hands reach out to help her, but she swats at you. she makes you watch as she puts it on. your head spins as you take in her appearance. she's got a loose flannel on, grey cargos unzipped just enough to account for the cock strapped to her, and a messy bun to complete her look. her bangs are starting to stick to her forehead and she's nearly panting.
she makes her way between your legs.
bada leans down and kisses you again. its so much sloppier this time. teeth and tongues clashing and when bada comes up for air, theres a line of spit between the two of you,
"open your mouth."
you comply, mouth opening almost immediately at the command. bada sticks her thumb inside and you instinctively close your mouth around it. bada kisses her way down your neck. she stops just above your collarbones and mouths over the area. she feels you take a deep breath as she sucks a mark into you. she bites at the skin first, makes her mark, and then tongues around the area, pulling away to lightly blow cool air. she loves to watch the goosebumps on your skin.
once she's done enough damage to your neck, she switches her attention to your chest. she takes a nipple into her mouth and groans. she fucking loved your tits. she pulls away with a pop,
"so good for me hmm?" she smirks against your skin when you whine against her thumb. she removes her digit from your mouth.
"'m good for you- your good girl- fuck." you moan out as she grinds her strap against your core. you try and pull her closer and she pulls away from you,
"say please." she teases, one hand takes the silicone cock and fucks just the head of it into your pussy. your back arches,
"please. please fuck me."
bada grins again, wordlessly sliding into you in one swift thrust. she revels in your gasp. she pulls almost all of the way out and grinds back into you. her hips are like water as the fluidly go back and forth. her hips stutter when she hears a particularly loud moan, making sure to grind up into that spot.
she wraps a hand around your neck and lightly squeezes, "you like it baby? you like when i take you like this?"
you respond by pulling her back down to your lips, she meets you in a messy liplock.
"deeper- please baby go deeper." you whine, hands grabbing at bada's back. she pulls out until only the head of her strap was left and pushes back into you. you inch up the bed at how hard she was fucking you. her hand comes to cradle the top of your head, making sure you never hit the headboard.
"what happened to my sweet y/n? huh?" she pulls out and slams back into you, "when you could barely ask me to kiss you, now you're begging for me to go harder, deeper." her eyes bore into yours, "you're just a needy little thing, arent you? "
your eyes water. she was fucking you too good. one hand cradled your head and the other was grasping onto the sheets to steady herself. you could feel her in your stomach and it made you lightheaded. fuzzy. you wanted her to crawl into your skin and stay there.
she taps your cheek, bringing you back to reality, "am i fucking you too good baby? mmh? or does my pretty girl need more?"
you whimper, murmering out a quiet "please" and bada takes this as an enthusiastic yes.
she leans back, the hand covering your head smoothes down your stomach and she leans back onto her feet, one hand going behind her for support. she fucks up into you, and in this position, she hits your g spot perfectly with each thrust. you also get a view of your girlfriend getting lost in your sounds. she's got one hand pressing on your lower stomach, her hips roll into yours. her bun coming nearly undone, stray hairs falling into her face. and- oh- she just put her shirt in her fucking mouth. her brows are furrowed, forehead creasing at how much she's focused on making you feel good.
your body lights up, eyes rolling to the back of your head. your hands grip the sheets behind you and bada's groaning out with each thrust as if she's fucking her own cock into you. she thinks she could cum like this. fucking into you, watching and hearing you getting mindfucked into oblivion. she fucks you like she wants you to only know her and the way she languidly rolls her hips into your own.
you were so upset earlier about how she acted in front of her class today. she put on a show for them, showed them something only you were supposed to witness; to feel.
what she doesn't tell you is that she imagined you under her the entire time.
so now she's imitating exactly what she was doing to that floor, this time, with a partner.
she knows you're about to cum when your eyes become hazy and unfocused. she cant help but be selfish in the moment. she wants to feel you cum. she wants to be the one making you feel this good. she wants to feel you clench around her, grip at her hair, shove her closer to your aching cunt. so she does what any sane person does and pulls out.
you don't even have the time to process being empty, bada yanks you by your legs to the edge of the bed and gets on her knees.
"wanted to feel you cum," she grabs the back of your thighs so that your knees are against your chest, a certain anklet dangling dangerously by her ears. she spits on your pussy and dives right in. she licks a stripe up between your lips, a stuttered moan leaving her mouth. she presses soft kisses to your sensitive clit, one hand coming down to rub at your opening.
your knees knock together, trapping bada in between your thighs,
she flicks her eyes up, "spread your legs."
you relax them a bit.
"gonna make you cum in my mouth. wanna feel you."
she inserts two fingers into you, scissoring you open. you're so wet that she can hear squelching sounds as she pushes them in, pulls them out.
she wraps her mouth around your clit and sucks. that does it for you. your back arches and the only thing keeping bada's head getting squished between your legs is her arm holding your knees to your chest. a hand flies to her head, grasping her hair. your toes curl and you feel your stomach coil up in expectation. bada's fingers fuck you through it. her mouth not leaving where you've needed it most.
bada's eyes roll to the back of her head. she could barely fucking breathe and if she were to go out, theres no better place than between your legs.
as you come down from your high, you had to physically push bada from your weeping cunt. when she lets up, her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are glazed over. she crawls on top of you and forces your mouth open by pushing on your jaw. she spits in your mouth and leans down to swap your own wetness between each other.
you both pant as bada releases you, smoothing your hair down and chuckling,
Warnings: 18+ themes (g!p Bada, needy Bada, breeding, creampie, lil bit of dirty talk, some swearing. This is kind of vanilla ngl but I think I'll make the next one a little filthy)
MDNI please
wc: 1.1k or something
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Here you were, bent over the bathroom sink with Bada’s hand on your head, holding you against the mirror. Your breath fanned across it, making it foggy. How'd you even get here honestly…
Bada’s breaths came in ragged pants as she slowly thrust her cock in and dragged it out, admiring the way your greedy cunt sucked her in. “no technique, hm? ‘s not good enough for you?” she leaned across your back, whispering in your ear. Her full lips trailed across your earlobe before nipping it. The short gasps and moans you let out bounced off the walls and went right to Bada’s cock.
Your hazy mind briefly recalled the way you criticized her, mentioning that her thrusting had no technique to it. You tried to open your mouth, give her a little sass, but the hand that was holding your head suddenly trailed down your face.
She groaned as she shoved two of her long fingers inside of your mouth. “Suck em f’me, baby. Show me you can do somethin’ other than talk shit,” she mumbled, leaning back up. She looked at your messy face in the mirror, your makeup trailing down. “Lookin’ so good f’me….”
Drool left your mouth and trailed down Bada’s wrist as she slowly fucked into you. Her mumbles were incoherent as she looked at your creamy cunt. She groaned lowly, the hand on your hip tightening slightly. Her thrusts were slow, letting her feel every ridge of you. She could feel the way you squeezed around her and she let out a quiet whimper, hips stuttering.
Although she was trying to be quiet, Bada realized you could obviously still hear her since you moaned almost immediately after her. Your cunt squeezed her harshly, almost making her slip out. “Shit…” her thrusts sped up, a wet squelching sound being heard each time she entered you. “Baby— oh my god,” She groaned out as she interrupted herself, taking her fingers out of your mouth so she could put both hands on your hips. “Gonna make me cum…”
You whimpered, forehead against the mirror as she dug her nails into your skin. Your breaths turned heavy, and you realized that you subconsciously tuned her out as you focused on the way her fat cock stuffed you, the way her tip would graze that one spot repeatedly, the way you could feel each vein on her cock against your walls.
“Bada…please,” you mumbled breathlessly, eyes squeezed shut. “Need you to fill me up,” you moaned out, her pace quickened with each word you mumbled. The slapping sound of your hips meeting was loud, letting everybody know what was happening.
Your cunt pulsed around her cock, making her grip your hips for stability. “Oh yeah?” she whispered, tilting her head back. Her adam’s apple bobbed slightly when she swallowed. “You wanna be bred, hm? Wanna feel my cum inside you?” Bada bit her lip, eyes fluttering, breaths heavy. The urge to cum was strong, but she wanted— no, needed to feel you cream on her cock.
Your moans grew louder and your hips jutted backwards to meet her thrusts. Bada circled her hips before giving a harsh slap to your ass. “God…look at you,” her words were slurred, her mind distracted by your creamy cunt and the way your wetness flowed down your thighs. Her eyes followed your body up, looking into the mirror to watch the way your tits bounced each time her hips met your ass. “So fucking good..”
You let out a ragged moan, biting your lip. “ ‘m close,” you whined, one of your hands going behind you to grab onto her wrist. “Gonna cum for you…” Both of your bodies were sweaty, and your throat hurt from how loud you were moaning. You looked into the mirror, making eye contact before seeing her slump forward some. Her face was dripping sweat, and you could feel it landing onto your lower back. Her bangs were sticking to her forehead and her lips were bitten raw. The sight made you clench around her cock.
Bada stumbled slightly as your cunt fluttered around her. Her hands went from your hips to your ass, grabbing it harshly. She felt how close you were, especially when your hips jerked against her. She took her hand, ran her tongue over her middle finger, and brought it to your clit. She started rubbing gentle circles, completely different from her harsh thrusts. “Need you to—” she swallowed, biting back a whimper as you continuously squeezed around her. “Need you to let go f’me, okay? Please baby” she whined out, trying not to cum.
The words you mumbled were incoherent, and your body went limp. You couldn't even give her a warning before creaming around her cock. Your hips jerked against her as you whined, eyes rolling and hand falling from her wrist. You used that same hand to grip the sink, trying not to fall as you felt her weight against you.
Bada huffed, trying to keep her eyes open to gaze at your wet cunt. Some of your juices circled at the base of her cock and she tried to scoop a finger into it and taste you. Her hand froze as she tensed and lurched forward, her balls tightening as she came inside of you. She cried out, surprised. “O-oh—” Her voice was raw and needy, and you could hear the thud above you as her hand found itself planted on the mirror to hold herself up. “Oh shit,” She muttered, her eyes closed while she stumbled while trying to prolong her orgasm. Her hips slowed down but didn't stop. “Love the way you feel around me baby…” she slurred out, panting against you and laying her body on top of yours. She continued her slow thrusts, helping the both of you ride out your orgasms.
You groaned as your mind cleared, noticing the sink digging into your stomach. “Bada,” you were about to continue before she stood up, slowly slipping her cock out of you. Taking the chance to get up slightly, you straightened your back before feeling her slender fingers dip into you, pushing her cum back inside. “Fuck, Bada…” you arched your back slightly.
Bada didn't respond which made you look over your shoulder. Her face was red and sweaty, and her bangs were fucked up due to her pushing them back repeatedly. Her eyes were dark while gazing at your leaking cunt. “Need to taste you,” she groaned out, looking at you before lifting you and setting you on the sink. She got onto her knees quickly, looking up at you. Her eyes were teary, and you got worried before she spoke her next words. “Please let me taste you…god baby. I need it,” she laid her head on your thigh, waiting for you.
As soon as you nodded your head, she dived in. Her moan mingled with yours. You closed your eyes, knowing this was going to be a long night.
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A/N: heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. i’m expanding who i’m writing for. just ask if i’m writing for them and ill answer cause i don't actually know how far i’m expanding yet lmfao. i know it'll definitely include Aespa, Girls Generation, Mamamoo, Red Velvet, BTS, Stray Kids, uhmmmm Marvel, and other SWF contestants as well
