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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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.
|CW: G!p Bada x reader, corruption kink, vaginal sex, fingering and a bit of cunnilingus, just Bada being a perv and taking li'l innocent reader's virginity
|A/N: lots of y'all were asking for g!p, perverted, roommate Bada, so here... All in one fic, your welcome 😞 (y'all are wild fr.. But anyway.. I'm spoiling y'all so-)
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Having a roommate has its perks; one, you had someone to have you accompany with. Two, have a share when it comes to rent. And three, hmm... Let's just say... Someone who just wants to entertain themselves by fantasizing you. And that's Bada, your roommate and also your classmates on that one subject in performing arts.
She's a very attentive and nice, maybe that's what you thought about her, based on how she acts when she's around you. But what if? She's different when you're not around? Freaky, delusional and a pervert??
She would imagine you beneath her, your cunt sucking her cock so well, juices dripping on your thighs, you mumbling incoherent words for her.. Mm.. That must be heaven, but not really... Unless she's touching you, for real..
Sometimes, if you're not looking, she would check you out. Memorizing each of your details, from the smell of your hair, your eyes to your curves and thighs. Oh how she's desperate to be squished by those thighs of yours while she's eating you out like a starved person.
She shook her head when she heard you calling out her name and asking something that is related to the subject that you're studying. She would stare at you for a bit before chuckling slightly and teach you a bit about the subject, giving you a recap..
"If you need help with something else.. Just ask.."
She said. Of course she meant otherwise, but you're too naive to understand. And that's what she likes about you. So easy to corrupt, so pure, naive and innocent.. Her cock throbbed at the thought.
Compared to her, you're much more sane if I say so... You're few inches smaller than her, have this bubbly personality and fashion style.. You're just in the vanilla, type.. Said Bada.. While she's just.. In the opposite.
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One night, you came back to the apartment, late due to the school project that you're forced to stay at the library for a few hours just to finish it..
"Unnie... I'm back" you called.. It became a habit to greet each other when you both got home or whatsoever. You saw her get up from the couch to greet you... "There's the little rabbit.. Why so late?" She asked while tilting her head, feigning innocence..
You sighed in response... "I had to finish this one project on history so I got forced to stay in library" you groaned as you take off your shoes and she helped you with your bag..
"Ohh... Project, that kinda sucks" she said and you just nodded as you flopped down on the couch, laying down on your stomach.. She went behind the couch as leaned towards the headboard, looking at you intently, silently checking you out.. Even tho you're wearing a sweater and a tight jeans, she can still see how beautiful your body is. And how badly she wants to hold your hips while fucking you from behind.. "How about you take a rest and forget that li'l project of yours?"
She suggested as you looked up at her.. "Don't worry, I'll help you, yeah?" She added so you just nodded as a response.. You slowly get up from the couch and sit, you watched her walk around it and now facing you.. "So.. You must be tired, li'l rabbit.. Hungry? I cooked dinner for us since I expected for you to go home late" she sits on the floor, in front of you as she gently massages your feet..
"I'm fine.. Not that hungry tho... I'll eat later if I'm hungry.." You replied before a soft hum escaped your lips, when Bada soothe the tensed muscle..
"Hmm.. Alright.."
She continued massaging your feet before glancing up at you, seeing how you look at her with such innocence, makes her riled up with desire..
You two were now watching a movie, you suggested it at first after she's done and she quickly agreed. Maybe because she had plans while you're distract. But in any case. She loves spending her time, with you.
After a while, you're attention was focused on the screen. And for her. She can't take it anymore. She slowly leaned towards you, planting a kiss on your head, to your neck. You shivered in response, as to which she continues. But you quickly stopped her when you realized that she's getting too intimate...
"W.. What are you doing, unnie...?" You stuttered as she smirked before playing with your hair as she leaned a bit more closer... "Y/n-ah... You know how I've been wanting to just taint you, to corrupt you here and there. Until you could only remember was me.." She said, until you're laying flat on the couch. She grabbed you by the ankle, causing you to yelp as she pulled your hips closer to her..
You're grown adult, but when it comes to this sort of things. You're completely clueless, not knowing what to do next... And Bada, was willing to teach you more. "I don't... I don't think this is a good idea—" you shivered as you felt something against your clothed core...
You felt your cheeks burn as you watch her grind her growing arousal against you.. "Fuck..." You heard her cursed... "You know how I've been fantasizing this shit and you're here saying that this isn't a good idea?" She asked as loomed over you.. You suddenly feel a burning sensation between your legs and it felt weird. You gulped as you looked up at her.. "Mmn... Just want to take this li'l rabbit out of its tiny hole.." She muttered. Her gaze was went to your face, down to your body. It made you feel so small... Like a prey that has been caught by the hunter..
A shiver went down your spine, when you felt her calloused hand went under your sweater, squeezing your hips as she leaned down, planting a kiss on your neck before gently nipping it. Making sure that you'll grow sensitive and became a mess before she even fucks you into oblivion..
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You gripped on her hair, tugging on it harshly, whining out a moan as she lap out on your clit as she pushed two digits, spreading it slightly to stretch you out.. "B.. Bada.. —" you gasped as you tried to push her away but she didn't budge... "I.. It feels weird... Stop..."
She hummed as she looked at you with her hooded eyes. She looks so drunk. "Mm... Your body was telling me otherwise, bunny.." She muttered as she licked your cunt like it's a dessert that she's been craving for years... Her eyes rolled as she felt your body arched and moaning against her before letting out a guttural moan in response. She soon stopped as she gets up, positioning herself between your legs...
Your eyes widened when she revealed her huge throbbing cock underneath her sweatpants... The thought of that, being inside of you, made you shivered.. Seeing your reaction made her chuckle... "Mmn... Don't worry, I'll be gentle.." Maybe for a few minutes, once you fully adjusted to her.
"I don't.... Think that would fit..." You muttered, enough for her to hear. You slowly move away from her but she quickly grabbed you by the hips and pulled you closer.. "Don't run away now, we're not even in the most satisfying part.." She said..
You let out a muffled whimper once you feel her rubbing her swollen tip against your entrance before pushing it slowly. A choked up whine, escape your lips as you instinctively arched you back. Tears starts to form as the feeling of her filling your insides, overwhelms you..
A sting feeling started to form as you gripped tightly on couch, muffling a sob when she's fully inside... "Fuck... So tight..." She muttered, rubbing her thumb against your thigh as if she's soothing you... She shushed you, as her other hand went to your cheeks, wiping away the tears that slowly flows down... "I'll move, yeah..? You'll feel so good, don't worry.." She muttered.. You clenched around her as a response and she chuckled.. You jolt up when she started moving in a slow, gentle pace. As much as she wants to fuck you, she had to be gentle since it's your first, and also... Trying to be on your good side, so that she can fuck you again next time.
Her mind becoming daze as her hooded eyes we're focused on how your chest rise and fall heavily, arching your back and your hips bucking. The sight makes her lose all of her self-control. "S... So— fuck... So tight... So good.." She mumbled as her grip on your hips, tightens. She'll fuck you good. That's what her mind keeps reminding her to do. Just you, becoming a mess, moaning her name, and became incoherent...
"B... It feels so weird, unnie" you cried. She quickly shushed you by capturing your lips in hungry kiss. Her hand, that was on your hip went to your leg, slightly lifting it up as she starts to thrust in a fast pace.. The kiss became sloppy, drool starts to drip in your mouth.. Your hands gripped tightly on her shoulder, nails digging through her shirt, causing her to pull away and letting out a guttural moan. Her gaze went down between your thighs, seeing how you suck her cock so well, your warm around around her throbbing cock. She bit her bottom lip, almost harshly, it might get a bruise later. You feel the spongy tip of her cock, hitting the same spot that makes you tremble and cry in pleasure.. Her breath became huffs and puffs, words became incoherent, her vision became hazed, gripping on your thigh, almost tightly as both bodies were blinded by the pleasure..
You clenched around her as you arched your back, as if signalling her that your awfully close.. She let out a muffled moan before chuckling, weakly... "Mm... Close, yeah? Mhm.. 'M too... Me too... Fuck.." She grunted as her thrust became a bit too harsh and deep, seemingly desperate for both of you to cum.
She felt you clenching against her, her balls tightened as listened to your long cries and watches you tremble, as the orgasm courses through you. Heavy breathes escape your mouth as you let out weak sobs while she continues to thrust into you, prolonging your orgasm before she pulled out, resting her cock against your stomach. She trembled slightly as cum starts to stream down from her tip, making a mess. Her hand grip on her cock as she tries to prolong her orgasm, head were tilted up as she let out a sigh before stopping..
Once you gained your composure, you looked up at her, seeing her slowly pulled her sweat pants up as she grabbed a tissue on the coffee table and slowly cleaning the mess on your stomach. You can see a subtle smirk on her face, as if what she did made her proud..
After that, she quickly pulled you for a cuddle, her face were buried against the crook of your neck, leaving a light kisses. You're still dumbfounded at what just happened.. You're still processing everything. You just had sex..! Your mind screamed. Bada noticed your expression which she chuckled. "Did I fuck you good, to the point that you can't process anything?" She asked in a teasing manner.
"You took my—"
"I know. So proud of myself" she said, a hint of cockiness can be heard in her voice. You stared at her in disbelief. "I should clean the couch later... There's a bit of blood on it.." She muttered before nuzzling her face against your neck.. "Should we take a shower? Or maybe another round? You know how I've been wanting to do this?" She started to ramble while leaving some light kisses on your skin.. "I love your moans earlier, tho.. I guess I did good, no? Mmn... Can't believe you made that kind of erotic sound, and it's because of m—"
"Okay shut up..." You said once you quickly pulled away and covered her mouth.. Your cheek reddens when she reminded you of what happened earlier.. She didn't remove your hand and just stare at you with those, hungry eyes.
She felt herself getting hard again. And maybe she can fuck you again, in the bed or maybe in the bathroom.
Guess who's here after a long vacation(not really), I was procrastinating on writing this one. But finally am done. I don't even know how this one is...so yeah.
You broke up, but I didn't.
Bada CEO x employee reader. (Also girlfriends)
Smut. G!p.
Bada walks into your office, closing the door behind her with a soft click. She leans against it, arms crossed over her chest, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she sees you sitting at your desk. "Well, well, well... look who's avoiding their 'ex-girlfriend' today."
You rolled your eyes at her.
Though she calls you 'ex' as you wanted it, since it was a 'breakup', which she didn't really feel since she's always flirting with you, or at least trying to, since you didn't flirt back. For her it was her girlfriend being mad at her after a fight.
It was all because she forgot your birthday and was out for a business meeting in London precisely on that day, and was out of reach, and you yelled and cried over the call and broke up with her. But you can't help but see her face every day since she's the CEO and you're an employee working there.
Bada pushes off from the door and saunters over to your desk, her heels clicking against the floor. She reaches out and gently grabs your chair, spinning you around to face her. "Come on, don't give me that attitude."
She tilts her head, studying your face with those piercing eyes of hers. Her thumb gently brushes against your cheek as she speaks softly. "We used to be so good together... I don't understand why you had to go and break up with me over something so stupid."
"You're a jerk," you said as you couldn't find an insult.
Bada's smirk falters for a moment at your harsh words, but then it returns full force as she leans in closer, her face inches from yours. "Ouch, that hurts coming from you. Especially since I remember exactly how those lips used to kiss instead of throwing harsh words around, I could always use mine to shut you up~"
Your cheeks flush as you try to act nonchalant.
She notices your flustered expression and smiles mischievously, leaning in even closer. "Miss me yet?" Her voice drops lower, more intimate. "Remember how good we were together? How you used to moan my name at night?" Her head tilts slightly, eyes locked with yours.
You bend and escape from the chair she pinned you to. "Shut up," you say, flustered.
She lets out a full-blown laugh at your flustered state, following you around her desk. "Someone's extra sensitive today..." Her heels click behind you as she pursues. "You know what? You're only proving my point more - acting like someone who misses their girlfriend very much."
You stand leaning forward, holding yourself with your palms on the table, as you couldn't stop yourself from being flustered.
Seeing you like this, so vulnerable, pushes her limits. She steps closer, her body pressing against yours from behind as she wraps her arms around your waist. "I could bend you over this table right now... make you forget all about our stupid fight..." Her breath ghosts over your ear.
You look up behind you as you were breathing heavily, "I hate you.."
Her smirk widens. She knows you're not actually mad, just extremely flustered. Her eyes drop to watch your chest rise and fall quickly. She teasingly whispers, "Do you hate me so much that you don't want my touch? That you don't get wet hearing my dirty talk anymore?"
You blush furiously, "Shut up, jerk"
She chuckles softly, her body pressing even closer against yours. "Such harsh words from someone who's clearly turned on." She shifts slightly, letting her hips press against yours briefly before pulling back just enough to keep teasing. "Remember when I used to make you wet with just my words?"
You whimper as you unconsciously move back to try and let your ass meet her groin in search of friction.
She notices your subtle movement and smirks, pressing forward again so you can feel her through her pants. "You're basically begging me to fuck you against this table right now..." Her lips trace along your neck, feeling your pulse racing. "You miss my cock, don't you?"
"Bada...stop...ngh...I hate you..." you say weakly.
She lets out a soft laugh, knowing full well that your protests are growing weaker by the second. "You hate me so much that your body is pushing back against mine?" She grinds against you slightly, feeling your reaction through your clothes. "Your words say one thing, but your body says another."
She bites your earlobe gently, her hands slowly sliding up your sides. "I bet if I slide my hand into your panties right now, I'd find you soaking wet." Her voice is low and seductive, designed to make your knees weak.
You whimper as your eyes were glossy now, grinding your ass back against her front as you look at her, desperation in your eyes.
She smirks, her eyes darkening with desire. "I knew we'd end up like this." She presses harder against you, letting you feel the length of her cock against your ass.
You try to hold yourself steady against the table.
Without warning, she reaches around and hooks her fingers into your skirt, pulling them down. She can feel your wetness through the thin fabric of your panties. She pushes your panties to the side, rubbing it to feel the wetness "Fuck, I've missed this pussy."
"Tell me to stop." Her voice becomes more commanding, one hand pulling her zipper down to free her cock while the other teasingly traces circles near your entrance. "If you really hate me like you say you do..." Her fingers press lightly against your clit, making you gasp. "Then tell me to fuck off."
You whimper "bada..."
Her name on your lips is all the encouragement she needs. She hooks her arm under your thigh, pulling your leg up higher as she positions herself between your legs. With one swift thrust, she pushes her cock inside you, filling you completely. "That's right, take it." She starts moving.
You gasp as your mouth falls open.
She fucks you hard and fast, just like you used to love. She leans in close, her breath hot against your ear. "You're still so fucking tight. I bet no one's touched this pussy since we broke up, have they?" She bites your earlobe.
You whimper.
She reaches up and grabs your throat, squeezing lightly as she continues to pound into you. Her other hand moves to your clit, circling it roughly. "Answer me. Has anyone else been inside this perfect little cunt?" Her movements become more rough, driven by jealousy and possessiveness.
You shake your head as you cry in pleasure.
A feral growl escapes her throat at your response. She pushes you to lay flat on your stomach on the table. She starts fucking you even harder, the table creaking beneath you. "Good girl. This pussy is still mine."
"You remember how deep I can go?" She angles her hips just right, making sure to hit that spot where you can't help but cry out. "Fuck, how I've missed these sounds you make." Her pace becomes rhythmic and intentional, targeting your G-spot with precise strokes.
She watches your face contort with pleasure. She smiles to herself, knowing exactly how to break you down. She pulls out suddenly, making you whimper at the loss. She slaps your ass, "look at that little hole trying to suck me back in~"
Her eyes darken at the sight. She grabs your hips roughly, positioning herself behind you. "Fuck, this view." She slaps your ass hard before grabbing a handful of your flesh and spreading you wide.
She enters your pussy, slow and deep this time. Her hands roam over your curves as she begins to move. One hand slides around your waist to find your clit again, while the other pulls your hair gently. "I've missed fucking this perfect ass and pussy."
You clench around her, gripping her tight.
"Fuck..." Her breath catches, feeling your tightness around her. She increases the pressure on your clit and picks up the pace, knowing exactly how to drive you crazy. "You gonna cum on this dick?" She leans over, teeth grazing your shoulder.
You nods as you flutter around her cock.
She smiles triumphantly, her movements becoming erratic as she chases her own release, determined to make you cum first. "That's it... Take it like a good girl... Fuck, you're gonna make me cum too..." Her hand on your clit moves faster in circles.
You turn your head to look at her "don't pull out...cum in me..."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." She bites her lip, staring into your eyes as she feels herself getting close. She leans back, pushing deep inside you and grinding against your G-spot. "Ngh...what- but-"
You grip her cock tight.
She hisses, knowing that you're trying to make her release. She hits deep inside you again and again.
"Damn it... You do that when I'm trying not to nut..." She spanks your ass softly, then groans, "You want my seed, baby?"
You whimpers and nod.
With a final, powerful thrust, she buries herself deep inside you and cums hard, filling your pussy with her warm, thick cum. She keeps moving slowly, ensuring every drop stays inside you. "Fuck... I love your pussy..." She kisses your neck softly as she comes down from her high.
You flutter around her as you get close too.
Feeling your body respond, she keeps her cock inside you. She slides her hand back to your clit, rubbing it gently but firmly. "Come on, baby. Let me feel that pussy cum all over my dick."
You cry and shudder, cumming hard on her dick, mixing your fluids together.
"Yes... fuck yes..." She continues moving slowly, drawing out your orgasm, loving how your tightening walls squeeze her sensitive cock. "Look at you fucking cumming all over this dick..." She kisses your back, worshipping your body as you shudder through your climax. "Beautiful..."
She slowly pulls out slightly, then pushes back in gently, coating her cock with your combined juices. "Goddamn... Look at this mess..." She grins wickedly and starts thrusting slowly again, mixing everything together inside you.
You look back at her, glaring but with no anger, remembering your fight because of which you 'broke up'.
She sees the unspoken question in your eyes. She captures your lips in a passionate kiss, pouring all her pent-up desire and regret into it.
After the kiss, she rests her forehead against yours, her breath warm on your face. "We were stupid to fight like that... to let something so trivial come between us." Her voice is low and filled with emotion. She pulls back slightly to look into your eyes.
"You still forgot my birthday.."
She winces slightly at the reminder, her expression softening even more. "I know. baby. I fucked up. I was an idiot."
She presses her forehead back against yours, closing her eyes briefly. "I should have been there for you. I should have remembered your birthday."
She starts moving again, this time with more purpose and emotion behind each thrust. "Let me make it up to you... every day for the rest of our lives if I have to." Her hand reaches around to play with your clit while she kisses along your neck. "Please... take me back?"
"You better be ready if I get pregnant...I'm not on pills.." you say, leaning into her touch.
Her eyes widen and a shocked, delighted smile spreads across her face as she freezes, her cock buried deep inside you. "Fuck... you're serious? You're not on birth control?"
You look away, blushing, trying to stay mad as you nod.
She kisses you deeply again, her voice muffled against your lips. "I'll marry you today if that's what it takes." Her hips start moving slowly once more, filling you up completely. "I'll take care of you... of us... of our baby."
"Fuck you but I love you so much, and you better do all the chores and also hire someone else to do all my job at office for forgetting my birthday, and be my wife"
She laughs, a genuine happy laugh as she starts moving faster, her arms wrapping around you to hold you close. "Deal. I'll hire someone... and be your wife... and baby mama." She bites your neck playfully. "Just... forgive me? And take me back?"
You nod and chuckle.
"Damn, I didn't know, all it took for starting a family and getting my girlfriend pregnant was to first fight with her, I would have done this long time ago" she laughs still moving inside you.
"Shut up, as if we weren't gonna do this someday." You say.
"True. I missed your pussy so fucking much." She kisses your neck and wraps her arms around you again, holding you close as she continues to fuck you slowly. "I missed you so much..... you stupid, adorable, annoying, but my perfect girlfriend." She kisses your forehead.
As someone with algophobia and afraid of penetration or getting pregnant, I do write a lot about getting pregnant or having babies😭.
A/N: dear anon, I’m so sorry for taking so long to write this but I do hope you guys enjoy it!! Love you so much and thank you to @jellysaidshit for helping with the title!! ♡
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You walk around the room, carefully dusting off your boss's trophies and art. You softly caress the marble trophy to ensure it's spotless. Perfect.
It had been almost two years since you started working for the Lee couple. At first, you felt awkward and weird, but as the days passed, you got used to being there. The husband was somewhat kind, and he would work from home.
The lady was out-of-this-world sweet and caring. She offered to let you live there to make things easier for you, and even paid for your college tuition when you told her you wanted to finish your career.
She was always so down-to-earth despite being such a powerful CEO. She didn't have a big house or a thousand maids. She didn't yell at her husband or ignore you. There was not a single negative thing you could say about her.
As you walked to the chair at her desk, you noticed how comfortable it looked. Curiosity got the best of you, and you sat down. It truly was comfortable. You smiled as you felt relief, but the sound of the loud doorbell interrupted your peace.
You ran downstairs and opened the door.
"Ms. Lee, you should've told me, and I'd have gotten them out of the car. Here, let me help," you said, and you tried to take the box from her hands.
"Oh, don't mind that. Why would I bother you if I can do it myself?" she said and took the box to the dining table.
"Where is my husband?" she asked. You stuttered.
"He is in his room. He's been there all day. I offered him breakfast and lunch, but he made me take it to his room." You said as you fiddled with your fingers. He always made you uncomfortable, but you didn't say anything for fear of losing your job.
"Did he now?" she said as she looked towards the hall.
"Well, I have something for you," she said and ripped the box open.
"This is the new clothing collection. We collaborated with Disney, and the clothes looked super cute. I want you to have this," she said as she placed a stack of neatly folded and packaged clothes.
"Oh, Ms. Lee! You shouldn't have. They are beautiful," you said as you looked at the clothes.
"I'm glad you liked them. And call me Bada. We've been over this," she said. You nodded.
"I have to finish cleaning now, but thank you for everything," you said. After a few minutes, you could hear shouts. You froze in your spot. The yelling was clear.
Bada was yelling at her husband. He was yelling back, calling her names and cursing.
"Don't you ever call her into your filthy room again. I told you we didn't need a housekeeper, and now you want her to do everything for you."
"Whatever. You're just insecure and jealous of the pretty girl, aren't you?" A loud slap was heard.
You walked away when you heard the shouting come to a halt.
-
The next few days were the same. The fighting and arguing were constant each day, and Mr. Lee seemed to be working in person now, since he would spend more time outside of the house.
You, of course, minded your business and did what you were meant to do, but every day you'd see Bada sit on the couch sipping on her wine and reading. She sat there, legs wide open, with an unbuttoned blouse.
You couldn't help but let your thoughts wander, causing very inappropriate images to play in your mind. Thoughts like straddling her, making out with her, or even having her on top of you.
These thoughts would lead you to self-pleasure, late at night, alone in your room. You tried your best to muffle your moans, but you couldn't help but moan her name softly as you touched your nipples and pressed your fingers against your clit, imagining it was her hand doing so.
-
A few days passed. It was their anniversary, so you did what was instructed for their special day. You made a nice meal, cleaned the dining room, and set up candles. You selected Bada's favorite wine and made sure everything was perfect.
Even your clothing choice was perfect. A flowy white dress with corset spaghetti straps that hugged your figure at the top.
While you were adding the finishing touches to the food, Mr. Lee began descending the stairs. His eyes were glued on you.
"Wow... what's the occasion?" he asked as we walked behind you.
"You should know, Sir," you said coldly, trying to back away from him.
"I don't like your attitude. Tell my wife I won't be back home today, and I want you gone from this house tomorrow morning, you got that?" he said, grabbing your arm.
You didn't say anything and just glared at him. He scoffed before walking out the door. You took a deep breath of relief and sat down.
A few minutes later, Bada walked through the door.
"Hi, Y/N. How was your day today?" she asked softly, walking behind you to see what you were doing.
"Um... it... It was great. I am just finishing the touches on your dinner," you replied.
"Oh, let me help," she took off her blazer and rolled up her already short sleeves. Her muscles were now exposed, making you go crazy.
"No, it's fine. It's your wedding anniversary today, and everything is ready," you said, trying to push the thoughts away.
"Oh, that's today? I'll go get Mr. Lee then," she said as she began walking towards the stairs.
"Mr. Lee said he wouldn't be home tonight. I also understand that I am being let go, but can I please get a few more days?" you said as you fiddled with your fingers.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, Mr. Lee said that I should be gone by tomorrow morning, and I am sorry to say this, but I heard you tell him you never intended to hire me, so I understand. But I need a few days to find another place. Please, Ms. Lee," she sighed and moved closer to you.
"Darling, I am not firing you. You have a home here for as long as you want to. Don't pay any mind to what he says. The reason why I got so upset that day is because I-" She stopped and looked away, feeling ashamed by her thoughts.
"I just... gosh, why am I like this? I didn't want him to touch you or even breathe near you because I got jealous... of him. I wanted to be the one you looked at and greeted when I got home. I didn't want him to hurt you in any way. Please don't take things the wrong way. I just really like you. A lot," she said. Her cheeks turned a soft shade of pink.
Soon enough, your emotions took over, and you pecked her on the lips. Too shy to do anything, you tried to hide away, but she pulled you back.
You two shared a passionate kiss as she picked you up and sat you on the counter. Never breaking the kiss, her hands roamed your body, and yours rested on her neck, pulling her closer for a deeper kiss.
After a few minutes, you two broke the kiss to gasp for air, and she smiled.
"I'm sorry, but I've been waiting to do that for so long," she said as she looked away. You used your hands to cup her face, locking eyes with her.
"Bada, I wanted this as much as you did. Please take me," you said. Your tone was now lower and more seductive.
She didn't hesitate to remove your clothes and slowly made her way down, kissing your tummy slowly until she made it to your core.
She softly kissed your core and began licking and sucking on your bud. Your legs rested on her shoulders, and your hand was now tangled in her soft hair. Soft moans escaped your lips as she moved her tongue in such a magical way.
"Was it what you imagined, darling?" she asked. Your face got flustered as you saw how wet her lips and chin were. You didn't realize you were that needy for her.
"You... you've heard me?" you asked. Now, you were shyly looking away.
"All of those nights... you were calling my name," she used her long and slim fingers to rub on your clit. Your wetness created a heavenly feeling, as it allowed her fingers to move more easily.
"I thought it was all part of my imagination. Now, I know how needy you were for me. Look at this, sweetheart," she lifted her fingers, displaying the slick from your folds.
"Bada, stop that... It's embarrassing," you said. She chuckled and slowly began moving her fingers inside of you. The feeling was better than ever as her thumb circulated your clit.
"mmh, Bada... ah, yes. Mh more. Bada, please." You moaned. You could hear her soft grunts and profanity as she buried her face on your boobs.
"So pretty. I love you so much," she said, making your tummy do flips with those simple words. You came all over her fingers.
"Good girl. You did so well, baby," she said as she kissed your lips. She waited till you came down from your orgasm to help you down. She cleaned you up and fixed the kitchen. Then she took you to her room and got in bed with you, cuddling you closer.
"Please don't leave me," you mumbled as sleep took you in its arms.
"Wouldn't think of it, darling," she kissed your head before you went to sleep.
-
The following morning, you woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon. You blushed and smiled at last night's memories. As you walked down the stairs in one of her night gowns, you stopped when you saw Bada leaning on the counter where she had made you see the stars.
But Mr. Lee was sitting right across from her. His collar was wrinkled, there were pinkish wine stains on his shirt, and his hair looked messed up.
You were about to make your way back up and hide, but Bada saw you and smiled.
"My love. Come, I made breakfast," she said as she walked towards you. She held your hand and kissed it softly before pulling you towards the counter. You were scared of his reaction. Your eyes were glued on him out of fear, but Bada held your jaw and planted a deep kiss on your lips.
"What is this?" he asked in a soft voice as he drank water.
"Do you want some fruit?" she asked, and you nodded.
"WHAT IS THIS!? I am being disrespected in my own house!" he shouted, and you jumped.
"Your house? Don't make me laugh. You don't have any money, you bum. Your mom somehow managed to trick my parents, thinking you were a good match for me, thinking you could take some of my money. Well, guess what? I want a divorce," Bada said.
"Whatever. It's not like you ever gave me what I needed. No love, sex, or anything that benefited me. So sure, I'll sign the divorce. But I want half of everything," he said. You stood there motionless and shocked.
"You moron. You signed a Prenup. Take your things and go, and I want you gone from this house tomorrow morning, you got that?" She used the same words he used on you.
"Crazy bitch! You will pay for that!" he shouted and stormed out of the house.
"Bada..." you said as you held her shirt.
"Shh. It's going to be okay, sweet girl. Don't worry about a thing," she hugged you tightly, and you finally felt the sense of safety you longed for. In Bada's arms.
phone sex.. lowkey both of them are losers… gf!bada & gf!fem reader. BEBE!AU, bada has a schedule in Japan.
CW !! smut, phone sex. mutual masturbation, phone call, soft smut, hints to overstimulation, mdni, not proofread.
a/n : i’m in hell, props to my darling @leegyeoul for the idea.
w/c : 930
taglist open ! comment/send ask to be tagged 🫶
Your phone buzzed softly in the darkness of your shared bedroom, the caller ID lighting up with her name. Bada.
You hadn’t heard her voice in a few days, but it felt like it's been weeks. She was in Japan with a packed schedule, and the silence had grown evident with each passing night.
“Darling,” her voice came through the speaker, you could hear the roughness in her throat, like she’d just finished rehearsals and was running on however little energy she had left.
“I missed your voice,” she said, low and urgent. “Can I just… talk to you for a while?”
Before you could answer her, you heard a faint rustle of fabric, a subtle sigh leaving her lips that hinted she wasn’t just here to chat.
Bada's voice dropped an octave. “I’ve missed you so much…”
“Me too.” You whispered, taking deep breaths to calm your slowly rising nerves.
The call was full of sexual tension as she started telling you what she wished she could do to you if you were with her.
Slow, deliberate descriptions between her sighs and deep breaths that made your skin flush and nerves pulse.
Your fingers twitched, and you couldn't say anything before your hand started moving under your shirt, mirroring her words, matching her unspoken rhythm.
Her breath hitched on the other end of the line, and you could basically hear the desperation in her voice as she whispered your name, making the distance between you shrink to nothing.
You could hear the rustle of her shifting on the bed, the way her breath dragged a little slower.
“Tell me what you’re wearing,” Bada murmured. It wasn’t really a request.
“Just a pajama shirt. And…” You hesitated, because you knew she’d hear the smile in your voice. “Nothing else.”
Bada let out a hum that sent shivers through your body. “Of course you aren’t.”
Her tone suddenly sharpened, that almost familiar mix of command and want. “Touch yourself for me.”
Your fingers slid down, every nerve in your body acting up just from her voice.
“Slowly, Darling,” she instructed. “I want to hear every sound you make.”
The call filled with both hers and your uneven breathing, the faint creak of her bed as she moved, matching you.
She spoke between shallow breaths, narrating exactly what she’d do if she were there. Where she’d touch, how deep she’d go, and how long she’d make you wait.
The ache between your thighs built fast, too fast, and you bit your lip in an attempt to to keep quiet.
But Bada took notice of the audible change.
“Don’t you dare finish yet,” she warned, her voice low. ‘Wait for me.”
You whined softly, hating yet loving the way she still had you wrapped around her finger even from hundreds of miles away.
“Slow down, Darling.” she says, and you can hear the smile in her voice. “Don’t make me hang up and leave you like this.”
You whine out, hips shifting and rolling against your own hand, needing more.
“Did you move faster?” she accuses, voice soft. “Darling.” The way she spoke made you gasp. “You really want to see how mean I can be?”
You freeze, every muscle straining to obey, even though your body is begging you not to.
“Much better.” The soft shift of fabric on her end tells you she’s touching herself too, but she’s still in control. “You’re going to stay exactly where I put you. Just like I’m right there with you, holding your wrists down.”
Her breathing deepens, almost in sync with yours. You can almost feel her hand ghosting over you, not giving you what you need.
“Tell me how wet you are, Darling.” Bada whispers.
You stammer something incoherent, and she laughs, low and knowing. “I bet you’re a mess for me right now. But you’re not coming yet.”
Minutes felt like hours, your thighs trembling from holding back. Every time you get close, she catches it. A shift in your breath, a slight hitch even, and Bada just pulls you back with a single “Stop.”
By the time she finally lets you come, it almost feels too much. Your release crashes over you with her voice in your ear, soft and wrecked, whispering, “Good girl. Just like that, Darling.”
You didn't respond at first, still trying to catch your breath. The line is quiet except for the soft sound of the both of you breathing.
“You sound wrecked,” Bada finally sighs out, voice low. “What’s the matter? Couldn’t handle a little bit of long distance?”
You try to form words, but your throat felt tight. “…You’re evil.”
She chuckles, the sound warm and cruel at the same time. “Evil would be me not letting you finish at all. This was simply me being patient.”
You groan into your pillow, partly because you know she’s right, but also partly because your body is still buzzing from the stimulation.
“You're still thinking about me, no?” she asks, softer now, but there’s something indescribable under it. “Even though I’ve worn you out.”
“…Yeah.”
“Good. I want that feeling to stay until I’m back,” she smiles. “Every time you touch yourself after this, you’ll remember that I’m the one who gave you permission tonight. You’ll remember I can take it away just as easily.”
The silence stretches, not uncomfortably, but it felt heavy, full of unspoken want.
“You should get some sleep,” Bada whispers out. “If you’re good, maybe I’ll call tomorrow.”
Your heart nearly trips over itself. “Maybe?”
“Mhm.” You can almost hear her smile. “That’s for me to decide. Sweet dreams, Darling.”
Two rival dancers from completely different worlds are obligated to collide whether they like it or not, turning their bitter competition into an uneasy collaboration.
Rivalry turns into something sharper, tension blurs into trust.
wc: 590
genre: the cliché enemies-to-lovers ! fluff, eventual smut if I feel like it, and MAYBE some angst. But it'll be happy in the end I pinky promise.
an: I'm so excited and nervous to finally put out a story, and I'm so glad that a few of you are hyped for it.
If it isn't obvious yet, I feel like a whole newbie with writing despite having experience in journalism, as it's two different things. So please bare with me in moments of mistakes!
I'm still getting to know tumblr and how it works. With that, your suggestions and requests ( even for other story/au/oneshots ) are very welcome.
This is only a prologue of quite a lengthy story, and I hope I'll be able to deliver it to all of you to your liking.
From this point on until the next, please continue to give love. Lots of loveee, lin!
📍 School of Performing Arts, Seoul.
You meet Bada on some Tuesday that you already despise.
Your music is playing, elegant and smooth. The mirrors are clean.
Your posture? Perfect. Chin lifted, back straight, with years of discipline and hardwork aligned neatly in your bones.
Because what could possibly go wrong, right?
Nope!
The door opens. Along with that was the sound of sneakers scuffing the floor, some "noise music" blasting on someone's phone— you don't know what it is, probably K-Pop. You're not a fan.
And you saw who it was from your peripheral sight while keeping your face straight on the large mirror.
Baggy cargos with one too many pockets, a white shirt underneath some kind of hoodie from some expensive brand with one sleeve thrown over her shoulder.
Long extended hair, black hair with blonde peeking out from underneath from her bangs to the end of her hair.
Sharp nose, milky skin— stop.
Bada Lee.
She didn't knock and neither did she ask. She just plugged in her speakers as if the room belonged to her.
You stop mid-turn as you speak calmly, "This studio's reserved."
Bada glances at you lazily as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Yeah. By dancers."
Oh and was the shady implication ever so clear.
You smiled thinly despite the growing urge to roll your eyes. "Then you must be in the wrong studio."
The tall girl gave you a once over— pointe shoes, stillness seemingly so effortless, and composure so sharp like a blade that it could be uncanny.
"Didn't know mannequins could talk." She retorts.
Your eyes narrow as you cross your arms in an attempt to keep your elegance, your tone challenging and just as petty. "Didn't know noise counted as choreography."
A beat, the studio goes quiet.
Before Bada grinned, cocky and infuriating.
And that's where it all began, and when you knew this was going to be a whole problem.
And oh! Did I mention that almost the whole academy population loves to see you both collide and bicker ever since then?
...
📍 Morning Assembly, 9:00 AM
All of you don't usually do these anymore.
But many were gathered for an out of the blue morning assembly for a quote on quote, "Important Announcement".
Suddenly, the yellow blazer you had on felt too hot for it's material and the bow above your collar felt weird.
You had a bad feeling.
Surprise!
A Fusion Showcase announced so enthusiastically by the academy, almost like it's a gift.
Street. Classical. Two styles. One performance.
Guess what.
The academy already chose the contestants and paired them.
You close your eyes and mentally pray that it wasn't someone you don't get along with—
"Bada Lee and Y/N L/N."
Fuck.
The expansive gym explodes into murmurs and supportive claps before they continued announcing the rest.
You laugh with dry humor under your breath, "This has to be a joke." You must be going crazy, aren't you?
All the while your friends beside you chuckle and gave you knowing glances.
Coincidentally, Bada was just a few feet behind you before she stood beside you with a scoff.
"Relax, princess. I'll try not to step on you."
You didn't even spare a glance as you kept your gaze straight. "You couldn't keep up even if you tried."
Bada leaned down beside you to glance at your side profile. "Wanna bet?"
“do you think these are cute?” you hold the items up to bada, awaiting a response.
bada is extremely distracted right now. there is a man staring at you from across the aisle and something about it is making bada’s head spin. after he stops practically eye fucking you, he meets bada’s and his face pales a bit. bada’s eyes narrow and she steps impossibly close to you, watching him until he walks to the next aisle.
“… are you good.”
bada’s head whips to yours and she realizes just how close she had actually gotten. she was nearly squishing you against the clothing rack.
“shit— sorry. sorry baby,” bada steps back, “they’re really cute. you wanna go try them on for me?”
bada watches as you nod and bounce away. she felt odd. like… like there was something coursing through her that she couldn’t quite put a finger on. she followed you into the dressing room, sitting on the stool in the corner.
you make quick work changing out of your current clothes and into the white dress that caught your girlfriends eye. when you face the mirror, you spot bada behind you, scanning your figure up and down. she takes her lip between her teeth. when her eyes reach yours, her eyes a slightly hooded and have the slighted glaze over them.
“you look great, baby. spin for me?”
you do as your told, spinning until bada’s hands catch your hips. she pulls you on top of her lap. her eyes focus on your figure once again, stopping when they see how your breasts almost spill out of your low cut top. she licks her lips— you look fucking delicious
“you look so pretty today, angel.” bada’s eyes flick back up to yours. she moves one hand from your hips up to cup your jaw. she pulls you in for a searing kiss, tongue licking against your own. you feel her hips buck up into yours and she lets out a quiet hiss.
“so fucking pretty for me.” she continues her assault on your lips and pushes you down into her lap. her head is spinning and she feels like she’s floating. bada continues moving your hips back and forth on her lap, pushing up into you, fighting for any sort of friction for her weeping cock-
“shit- shit, princess. keep grinding on me like that. please, baby.”
you pull away from bada slightly, just enough to utter a couple words,
“we can’t bada. we’re in public-”
bada lets out a loud, loud whine. her hips stutter as she fucks her hips against your clothed lower half. the grip on your hip tightens so much bada distantly thinks of how her fingertips might leave marks on you which only spurs her on further.
“f-fuck. please baby. i need it.” she whispers against your mouth, eyes welling up with tears.
your hand goes up to cup bada’s forehead-
“you’re burning up. are you okay?”
bada’s hand leaves your jaw and stops at your throat, squeezing lightly. she pulls away from you with spit slicked lips. she takes all of you in, the way you look just slightly fucked out. the way you’re gripping onto her shoulders as she guides your hips to rub up against her own.
you let out a weak whine, “bada-”
and bada’s eyes roll to the back of her fucking head. her mouth opens in a silent moan, entire body tensing as she creams her pants, hips slowly rolling into your own as she draws out her orgasm. and you feel the wet patch before it even connects in your brain exactly what just happened.
needless to say you both quickly left the shop, an embarrassed bada trailing behind you, holding you against her body as you walk out.
you guys dont discuss it any further.
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three days later you find yourself trapped under bada as she subconsciously buries her face into your neck. your hands rub up and down her back,
“bada..?”
she groans a little in defiance.
“c’mon you big baby, wake up. i’m dying.”
she doesn’t respond immediately, she just shoves her face further into your skin. after a couple moments, you switch to lightly raking your nails against the fabric of her shirt.
you hear her hiss and feel her pull herself up. she positions herself so that she’s fully hovering over you. she’s got a lopsided grin on her face,
“g’morning baby.”
bada’s arms cage the sides of your head as she leans down to press a kiss to your lips. she pulls away but something in her brain short circuits when she tastes your lips. she immediately swoops back down to kiss you again, one hand cradling your head. she kisses down your jaw, down your neck,, and stops at the juncture between your neck and shoulder. you feel her sigh into your neck,
“i’m gonna call out today.”
you run your fingers through her hair,
“you okay?”
“yeah i just..” she croaks out, voice scratchy from sleep, “i just feel like i need to be close to you right now.”
she leaves soft kisses against your skin. she distantly wonders why she feels like she’s gonna die if she’s more than 6ft away from you, but all thoughts are thrown to the window when you decide to scratch her scalp with your nails.
“feels so good, baby. thank you.”
you continue running your nails across her scalp. she’d been so clingy lately, you couldn’t help but feel a little bad for her. she’d been a little more lazy, a little slower in her movements.
“you smell so fucking good, y/n.”
you push her off of you and giggle,
“im gonna go try and make us breakfast—” badas eyes light up but you raise your hands up, “dont get your hopes up. we’ll probably have to order in anyway. i am no chef.”
as you shimmy your way out of bed, bada takes in the way your hips sway when you walk. they way her shirt reaches just below your ass. she can kinda see your curves through the fabric of her shirt—
bada feels herself sweat as the thinks about taking you just like that. raising her shirt up. pulling your flimsy panties to the side and fucking you full of her. she wonders, distantly, how well you’d take her knot.
well, fuck. bada throws herself back into bed as she comes to her realization— shes in a rut.
she stays like that for about 15 minutes. she tries really, really hard to push those thoughts down and be normal. but then she hears pans clanking in the kitchen and she remembers you’re there and her feet guide her to you, without thought.
when bada reaches her destination, she leans against the door frame. she’s been doing alot of admiring lately. this time she admires your legs and how your thighs rub together when you walk. she wonders how they’d feel wrapped around her head—
“fuck it.” she mutters.
you hear her, feel her before you see her. her hands grip your waist as she flips you to face her and lifts you to place you on the counter. when you take in her appearance, shes flushed from neck up. sweat beads at her forehead. her pupils are blown wide and her mouth is open in a slight pant. her tongue darts out to wet her lips as her eyes flick from your own down to your lips.
“i need you,” her voice cracks in need, “are you gonna let me have you, baby?”
your skin pricks with sweat too, almost mirroring your partners. its then you have the realization as well. how clingy bada has been, how needy she is, how domineering shes been with you. the way she’s dressed you for the past week— baggy clothes… her clothes. you realize now she’s been marking you for the past week, putting extra on your plate. covering you up more, making sure you were warm and comfortable.
“bada are you-”
“yes— yes. tell me i can take you. tell me you want it, pretty girl. tell me you need it.”
bada’s eyes shift into something less desperate, more dangerous. her hands grip your hips and pull you into her own and you feel it. a cock, hot, heavy. waiting for you. you whine out upon contact,
“i need it bada, please.”
bada lets out a dark chuckle,
“so polite. so easy.”
she presses her lips against yours, calculated and smooth. her mouth molds against your own and you feel her pant each time she pulls away. her lips are more needy than the last each time she goes back in and eventually she nips at your bottom lip hard enough for you to physically wince. your eyes squeeze shut and tears prick your eyes.
“shit- sorry… fuck— no i’m not. you look so pretty like that.”
her kisses continue down your neck,
“’wanna make you cry today-,” she sighs into your neck, thinking of all the ways she’s gonna make you feel good tonight. one hand travels from your hip up to your neck, the other dips its fingers in your underwear. she forces you to look at her as she inserts two fingers inside of you, her thumb rubbing slow circles into your clit.
“gonna make you sob while i make it fit.”
her fingers crook up inside of you, rubbing against your gummy walls. you’re so wet that you can hear squelching as she fucks her fingers inside of you. she inserts a third as soon as she feels you relax,
“you’re gonna take it all for me today, right princess?” she presses a kiss to your lips when you nod in response,
“you wanna make me happy don’t you?”
and its almost as if your body is molding to her every will. your neck bares for her, almost presenting yourself for her. you do want to make her happy. your brain wills for you to do everything in your power to make her happy right now. your brain was so cloudy and—
“poor baby. it’s okay,” bada grins, she loved when you were like this. it made her feel useful. powerful.
your legs instinctively spread more for her and she inserts a fourth finger. tears well up in your eyes and bada kisses them as they fall,
“don’t want you to hurt too bad baby.”
once she thinks you're stretched enough, pulls her sweats down just enough to accompany her cock, she guides it into your cunt, groaning as she pushes in. your eyes begin to close but she taps you on your cheek to grab your attention,
"look at me while i stretch you out, angel."
your brows furrow together as you do your best to keep your eyes open as you take her, inch by inch. as soon as she's finished pushing into you, she gives you a sloppy kiss on the lips,
"i'm gonna make you feel so fucking good baby, just relax for me."
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it started out so soft. so caring. after round 3, bada stopped caring. stopped being so soft.
“’fuckin— shit— fuckin take it baby. like a good girl would.”
bada’s got her arm wrapped so tightly around your neck your ears are nearly ringing.
the first round she fucked you on the counter, whispering how nice you felt around her. round two was in the hallway, against the wall. she held you up with your legs wrapped around her and praised you on how good you were being. round three was on the bed, plush blankets surrounding you while your hair was splayed around you like a halo. she told you how proud of you she was, how it was just gonna be a little more.
now she’s impatient. the only thought in her brain was to breed you, make you hers. fuck you full of her cum. ruin you for other people.
after the last round she’d flipped you so that your stomach was against the bed. she’d pulled your hips up to meet her own but you’d made the mistake of clawing the sheets, almost like you were trying to run away.
bada didn’t like that.
she wraped her arm around your neck and yanked you up against her. your arms couldnt find purchase anywhere other than gripping her forearm. tears were streaming down your face. you felt so fucking full. cum was leaking out of you with every thrust.
“’s too much baby— please.”
bada kisses your temple in response,
“jus’ a little more.” bada groans out, “you’re so fucking ungrateful. maybe a knot would shut you the fuck up—” and bada’s eyes roll to the back of her head at the thought of it. she needed to so fucking bad. she kept cumming and cumming but felt no relief. she needed to knot you, she needed to plug you full just for her.
“you’re gonna look so pretty, angel. covered in my cum. wish i could take a picture and post it for everyone to see.”
bada’s hips stutter as she feels you clench around her. she swears she feels the beginning of a knot form.
“’m gonna cum in you again. ‘should cum on you this time. make you reek of me.”
bada releases you from her hold in favor of pressing you back into the mattress, muffling your yelps and moans.
“bet you’d like that. being covered in my spunk. at the end of the day, you’re my pretty, pretty, cum hungry whore. god—”
bada grasps at your hips, grinding her cock into you. your hands grip the sheets above you as you feel her knot catch at your opening. she fucks deeper into you,
“bet you wanna hang off my knot everyday. get fucked and bred morning and night.”
she leans down and intertwines your fingers with her own. her lips graze your ear as she whispers,
“i’d do it for you, too.”
and at this point, shes stuck inside of you, ready to burst. her brain is like mush as she keeps trying to get friction by grinding into you,
“id fuck you all day if i could. force myself into this pretty little pussy from the time i wake up until i’ve fucked you back to sleep. could spend hours in this cunt.”
her teeth graze the juncture between your neck and shoulder. a warning. a threat. a promise.
“wanna get you pregnant— fuck you full of my babies.”
bada can feel the beginnings of her orgasm begin, pleasure licking up her spine.
“i want it, bada. i’d do anything for you. anything to make you happy. please fuck me full. get me— ah fuck— get me pregnant. please bada please—”
bada’s eyes roll and her body tenses up as please wracks through her veins. her vision blurs and her hands grip yours so hard its starting to hurt. shes letting out airy whines and the occassional grunt as she empties herself inside of you. her head spins and she tries to ground herself by pressing kisses along your shoulder but, god, she feels like shes fucking floating.
you, on the other hand, felt like you were going to burst. you felt every spurt of cum inside of you. she was just pumping you full of her seed and it made you feel… good. warm. fuzzy. you could feel her big frame surround you as she nearly sobbed into your neck as she busts inside of you.
eventually, her hips stop stuttering and her cries turn into sniffles. her body relaxes into yours and her once stiff hands mold into your own, the grip significantly softer this time.
a couple minutes pass as you both relax a bit. bada speaks up,
“you okay, angel?” her thumb glides across your knuckles. her lips press soft kisses against the back of your neck.
“mhm… you’re heavy though.”
bada chuckles and removes her hands from yours. she peels herself up and repositions you two so that you’re both laying on your sides.
“i should chose a more… uhm.. comfortable position to.. uh..”
you roll your eyes. she cannot be serious right now.
“are you fucking stuttering right now.”
“no! no— i. i am not stuttering i’m just…” she trails off, embarrassed. she shoves her face into your neck,
“can i please catch a break? i just came like four times baby PLEASE—”
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a/n: thank you for your patience with me while i was gone!! im back and with gp!bada nonetheless... please please please give me feedback on this. i've never fully written gp! so do let me know if you liked, disliked, etc! thank you 🫶🏽 missed you all fr 🌟
SUMMARY: Amidst an identity crisis, you try to adequately prepare for your solo comeback. The lyrics have already been perfected, the song recorded and the visuals pinpointed. However, your creative team is not fully convinced by the choreography you came up with. They decide to send over one Bada Lee to help you finetune your jumbled ideas and bring harmony to your vision. You just have one specific request: the routine must include a trampoline.
WORD COUNT: 10k
CW: eventual smut, bada is 100% a giver and not a receiver in this jsyk (but i promise it makes sense in context), hinted voyeurism.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: this was meant to be pure smut but it became much longer than i intended ... oops for that . . . lets just roll with it!!1 also the choreo described is heavily inspired by tinashes bouncin.
- you don't care about those 7k words worth of boring build up? skip to this line: <After ten minutes of complete silence, Bada was the one to speak in a hushed voice: “What happened?”>
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The first thing you notice is how surprisingly gentle her voice is.
“I’m Bada, it’s nice to finally meet you.”
Bada Lee stood tall in front of you, clad in an oversized jersey, cargo pants and a cap hugging her forehead in such a way her eyes were entirely obscured from your view. She promptly bowed after she spoke. Unsure where to look, you dropped your gaze and followed suit; vaguely aware of her seniority and bowing deeper.
“It’s nice to meet you too,” You tried to keep your own voice as neutral as possible, but agitation bubbled in your chest as you felt your manager’s prodding, eager eyes behind you. “Thanks for being here.”
Your team was much more excited about this collaboration than you were.
None of the aggravation you felt was Bada’s fault. It had been three weeks of your creative team dismissing every choreo draft you came up with: Three weeks of sleepless nights at the dance studio, tiring out yourself and your background dancers. Three weeks of browsing through videos sent in by other choreographers across the country, attempting to mix bits and pieces together but none of it ever feeling right. Three weeks filled with reminders of a deadline looming over your head. Three weeks of your team letting you know they had little confidence in this comeback. Your last attempt at showing them what you had come up with had ended up in a shouting match. Your manager, who you otherwise got along with just fine, bluntly stated that, perhaps, this concept simply wasn’t something you could pull off.
It had left you feeling betrayed. Your creative team had agreed it was time for you to approach a more mature concept, something that you felt was years overdue. But it seemed their definition of mature and yours were wildly different. You had worked hard on perfecting a set of songs to choose from, but you immediately butted heads with the rest of the team. You wanted to do the bouncy and playful R&B track. Your team wanted the EDM track. Eventually they relented, but now seemed hellbent on making it as difficult as possible for your vision to come to fruition. Putting together the visual board for the concept photos and the eventual music video was a similarly arduous process. You had to meet in the middle and sacrifice a lot of your initial ideas, but that procedure was almost pleasant compared to what you were dealing with in regards to the choreography.
Every idea you put forward was promptly shut down. Too complicated. Too boring. No TikTok challenge potential. Too sexy.
And maybe it was true. Your formations weren’t as clean as the ones thought up by a professional choreographer, but you weren’t really given a chance at all. It wasn’t like you were a bad dancer either. Far from it. You picked up choreos incredibly fast and had always played an active part in brainstorming past routines alongside your background dancers. You had more experience than most of your peers, yet you were treated as if you were still the same teenaged trainee from years ago.
“Is that really how you all feel?” You had whispered after your manager dropped that bombshell, searching for an answer in the facial expressions of your creative team. Most of them were not even willing to meet your eyes.
“We just need to be realistic.” Your manager stated matter-of-factly. “That other song is still an opt—”
“I am not changing the song.” You cut him off. Momentarily, your manager looked like a fish on dry land, gasping for air. “Sorry.” You added quickly, albeit a bit flustered.
“Look,” He sighed, “We can do mature without shocking the nation. Let's keep it mild for now and maybe after two or three more singles, you can go all out.”
“I haven’t been 18 in years, you know.” You retorted bitterly. Something inside you understood where he was coming from, but you had been obedient since your debut- how much longer should you wait? You didn’t want to sacrifice any more of your creativity, so many years into your career. You had even seen one of your own concepts go to a labelmate instead, your own team dubbing you too “youthful” to pull it off.
“Okay, how about this,” He began with a frown, “Let us pick one of the choreographers’ drafts for you. You can finetune it with their guidance.”
Their pick had been Bada. You hadn’t even realized she sent in a draft: at one point you were so overwhelmed you just stopped checking your emails. You also hadn’t bothered to watch it before this meeting. You were genuinely too deep in your feelings about that whole ordeal for that. However, now that she was standing in the studio, tall height towering over you, you couldn’t help but feel a little self conscious.
You had seen Bada around.
After all, she had worked with many of your labelmates before. You had also watched a fair amount of her videos. She was one of the best in the business, and whenever you had downtime to practice freely you scrolled through her routines on Youtube to help stay in shape. As you were facing her, even with half her face hidden, you understood why everyone was so stricken with her. When she had walked into the room she oozed with authority, though not in an obnoxious way.
“Great!” Your manager clapped his hands, effectively breaking your train of thought. “Thank you so much for supporting us, Bada. Shall we jump right in?”
“Sure,” She nodded eagerly, hands wringing together as her body turned towards you. “I kind of wanted to see what you had in mind for this choreo.”
That surprised you, and you were certain your facial expression wasn’t hiding it. Your manager held his breath. “Oh! Well—” You chewed on your lip as you vaguely motioned the corner of the room, trying to find the words. “I wanted to use… I wanted to use a trampoline.”
Bada immediately turned her head to follow your gestures, her eyes landing on the mini trampoline set up in the studio. “A trampoline?” In the background, your manager heaved a sigh.
You purposely ignored him and nodded, slowly: “I can show you, if you want.” You had hoped that sounded more self-assured to her than it did to you.
Bada scratched her chin, still looking off to the trampoline, and then nodded along with you. “I’d love to see it.”
You felt the tension in your chest ebb away. There was no malice to her tone; she seemed genuinely curious.
Then, Bada turned her head towards your manager, her ponytail falling off her shoulder. “I hope I'm not imposing but, I would like this to be a collaborative effort between the two of us. I think it would take the pressure off if you…?” She trailed off with a kind smile, one impossible to say no to.
As if he got doused with cold water, your manager stood up with an urgency. “Privacy! I can give you two some privacy, no problem!” He fussed around, gathering his things. “Just let me know when we can sit in on the finished product.”
The both of you bowed to him as you bid your farewells, watching him leave the studio with a wave. Once the door shut behind him, you could feel yourself exhale in relief. You knew that if your manager was going to sit in on every practice, he would go out of his way to shut down all of your ideas. Without him around, you had more opportunity to champion your vision- at least, you hoped so.
You craned your neck, looking up at the ceiling, before letting your eyes fall shut with a sigh, almost forgetting there was another person in the room.
“They’ve been on your case, huh?”
Bada's soft but clear voice broke you out of your spell, and you turned your head to search for a glimpse of eye contact. Tough luck, as her hat was still in place casting a shadow down her face. There was, however, a knowing smirk playing across her features.
“You have no idea.” You muttered honestly. Bada laughed.
“I don’t want to make you dance a routine you don’t fully stand behind. I did mean it when I said I want this to be a collaborative effort.” Bada spoke carefully, but sincerely, her fingers once again intertwining. “I always wanted to work with you, so it’s an honor.” She added.
If you got a penny for every time you were caught off guard today, you could set some humble savings aside for an early retirement.
It is true that you’ve been sought after, but it wasn’t something you had ever internalized. Hearing it come from someone who herself was heavily sought after, made your face heat up.
“T- thank you. It’s an honor to work with you too.”
She bowed her head humbly, glancing over to the corner of the studio again where the trampoline sat, waiting. “Do you feel comfortable showing me what you have been working on?”
You nodded and rushed to the corner to set up your speaker, and then dragged the trampoline to the center of the room. You were oddly aware of your own presence, and almost felt the urge to make yourself smaller as you moved around. In the meantime, Bada was getting comfortable: she had dropped her things on a nearby table and left out a bottle of water. To her it must be a regular working day, but to you this felt scarier than getting up on stage.
Once you stood behind the trampoline, facing the wide stretched mirror filling up one side of the room, you stole a glance at the choreographer who was now crouched on the floor. She had pulled out a small camera and was setting it up on the edge of the table, making sure the lens was focused on your position. Long fingers fiddled with the buttons, and her tongue was prodding the hollow of her cheek. The angle allowed you to finally catch a glimpse of her eyes.
As if on cue, she glanced up at you. Your eyes met in the reflection of the mirror and your heart raced.
She gave you a soft smile and moved to sit cross-legged on the floor, the camera now fully set up. “I usually record everything, so we can watch it back and give feedback.”
Right, of course.
“Yeah, that’s usually how we operate as well.” You spoke timidly, and it was true. Yet something about having her attention on you felt more intimate. Usually there was at least one other person from your creative team looking on as well.
Trying to come across casual, you tied your hair up in a high ponytail. “What do you think of the song?” You asked curiously.
It was now Bada’s turn to be caught off guard. Her smile faltered and she broke the eye contact you had been sharing, clasping her hands together as she spoke. “I like it.” She began. “A lot, actually. It’s why I wanted to play a part in it. There isn’t anyone doing a song like this nowadays.”
Even though her body language was confusing, you couldn’t find any dishonesty in her voice. What she said made you feel relieved, some of your insecurity fading to the background. It’s why I wanted to play a part in it.
You sent a smile her way even though you weren’t sure she was even looking at you.
Proving you wrong, she smiled back.
“Alright, so,” You gestured to the trampoline at your feet. “The idea is, the other dancers and I all do the same routine. I'll be front and center. Four or six other dancers dance behind me, with their own trampoline.” You gave the trampoline a light shove with your foot, making sure it would stay in place, and then grabbed your phone. “Then you have an idea.”
You looked over your shoulder at Bada and gave her an inquisitive thumbs up. “Ready?” You asked.
Bada pressed a button on the camera and mimicked your thumbs up with a smile. “Ready when you are.”
You faced the mirror again and shook your shoulders a bit, forcing your body to loosen up. After twisting your neck a few times, you hit play on your phone, quickly placing it under the trampoline as the familiar synths of the song started blaring from the speakers. You tried to feel the confidence you were usually able to conjure up on stage, closing your eyes and swaying your hips, ponytail moving from side to side.
As soon as you heard your own voice through the speakers, instrumentals going deeper, you got into position. Your eyes opened up to focus on your own reflection in the mirror as if it was a fan in the crowd watching. Mouthing along to the lyrics, a playful smile on your lips, you hit every move as you had envisioned. Once the chorus came up, you dropped to your knees on the trampoline, grappling the edge as you performed the routine. Pushing back against the springs gave you the velocity to keep your moves fluid, your body twisting and turning, flipping over and hitting the next move. You made sure to move your hips deftly, aware that you had enough curves to allow you to pull it off, and kept your facial expressions in line. It had to look effortless.
You felt your ponytail swing along with your movements as if it were an extension of you, and sat up on the trampoline. The chorus came to an end and you used your arm strength to twist yourself around fast enough, gracefully falling back on your chest whilst keeping your toes en pointe in your sneakers. The tips of your fingers were touching the floor as your legs crossed, moving to rest your elbow on the edge of the trampoline and resting your chin atop your palm. You lip synced to the final words of the chorus, gaze alluring as you finished the move, and the music stopped.
You slowly sat up straight on the trampoline, crossing your legs, and slid your hand underneath to hit pause on your phone. You looked towards Bada expectantly, but the question got stuck in your throat. She was staring at you, mouth slightly agape, with an unreadable expression. For a split second you were reminded of your trainee days, when you had just finished a routine and were met by your choreographers’ stern faces; they wouldn’t spare you a single compliment, and instead listed off every mistake you had made.
But then, Bada blinked once and then twice, as if in a daze, and let out a soft “woah”. She started applauding you, shaking her head in bafflement. You felt your shoulders drop in relief.
“That was incredible!” The choreographer took off her cap, fixing her bangs before putting it back on. “You came up with this?”
You nodded slowly, the tips of your ears glowing hot. “I used to be a gymnast.”
“I can tell—” Bada spoke bluntly, but then snapped her mouth shut as if she said something wrong. “I mean, that was really good. Every part of your body was in command. Your team didn’t like it?”
“They think it’s too much, compared to my usual routines.” You had the urge to go off on a tangent, but ultimately you didn’t know Bada well enough. Unfortunately, you were naturally quite expressive and the disapproving frown on your face was on clear display.
“Too much? I kind of wanted more, actually.” She laughed softly, looking down to where her legs were crossed. You felt your heart skip a beat and bowed your head in lieu of a thanks.
Subsequently, the bright green light of the camera caught your attention. It was still recording.
“Hey, I think the camera is still on.” You spoke before you realized, and hoped it didn’t sound accusatory.
“Huh? Oh!” Her expression was almost akin to a child being caught with a hand in a cookie jar, the way she swiped at the camera to turn it off. “Sorry. Good call.” She mumbled shyly, tucking it behind her.
You weren’t sure what to say next, still flustered at her lofty praises, but luckily Bada broke the momentary silence.
“I had an idea…” She began, her hand rubbing at her chin pensively. “I don’t know if you’ve had the chance to watch my draft yet?”
You shook your head abashedly. “No, sorry, I honestly didn’t get to it.”
“It’s fine.” Bada waved her hands dismissively. “Maybe instead of doing the trampoline routine in every chorus, we could only do it in the middle? Exactly as it is. I wouldn’t change anything. And then for the other two choruses, we could keep some key moves but keep it on the floor.”
You mulled it over for a second, glancing up at the ceiling contemplatively. Using the trampoline the whole way through was not an option, according to your team. They had felt you were toeing the line with ‘raunchy’ much too closely. Perhaps you could find middle ground this way, while still keeping the part of the routine you felt most proud of.
“Okay.” You agreed, nodding slowly. “We would need something special for the final chorus, then.”
“I had another idea for that, if you’re fine with it. Would you like to watch my draft with me?”
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Her draft was good. Really good, actually.
Bada and you were sitting on the floor next to each other, the taller girl holding her phone out in front of you as the draft played on the screen. You were sitting quite closely together, but not close enough to be touching, a conscious decision on your part. You were a bit too aware of her presence, something about her was heightening your senses in a variety of ways. It wasn’t even as if she was stern or unkind, she just had an aura that intimidated you. At least, that’s what you were telling yourself.
A blonde girl you didn’t recognize was dancing your parts. Six other dancers, one of them being Bada, were in formation behind her performing the choreography perfectly in sync as your song played in the background. While you should really be paying attention to the girl in the center, your eyes couldn’t leave Bada’s figure. In the video she was dressed in loose-fitting cargo pants, just like today, and a crop top. Once again she wore a cap covering half her face, and even a face mask, but her hair hung loose over her shoulders.
You were always impressed by the small movements she was able to squeeze in, emphasizing certain parts in ways the other dancers weren’t able to. However, it was the final chorus that had your hands turn clammy.
The final chorus was a duet formation. Bada, with a quiet confidence in her step, and the blonde girl moved towards each other in the center of the room. They were effectively dancing for each other, the blonde girl whipping her head back as Bada stared her down, swaying their hips together rhythmically. Their steps were coordinated in such a way they almost mirrored, Bada rolling her body one way and the blonde girl moving the other; but it still felt cohesive. It was an intimate choreo. There were a few split moments of hips grinding against crotches, but it never lasted long enough to be straight up inappropriate. Still, you couldn’t help but realize you would have to practice this routine with Bada as well, and you felt yourself getting hot under the collar.
The choreo ended with the blonde girl giving Bada a playful shove, and the taller girl backed away slowly, a saunter in her step, before moving off the screen along with the other background dancers. The video ended and Bada dropped her phone in her lap, not looking at you.
“That was good.” You were relieved your voice came out evenly, and Bada started nodding in her trademark way, hands clasped together. “The formations were really clean and— I loved the final chorus.” You blurted.
She smirked, head raising and meeting your eyes for the second time today. You were starting to feel eager, greedily watching.
“I’m glad to hear. We definitely need to finetune the first chorus, line it up with your routine and all that. I really don’t want to lose your input.”
“That sounds great, thank you.” You felt a surge of gratitude in your chest, and shot her a wide smile. “I’m looking forward to working on this together.”
Bada dropped her gaze again, worrying her lower lip. You felt miffed at the brusque interruption of your shared eye contact but didn't show it.
“I suggest we start with practices tomorrow, we will edit the first chorus as we go,” She whipped out her phone, looking at her calendar. “We should practice the duet together until you’ve got a handle on it, and then I can bring over some of my guys to prep for the actual performances. I know someone for my part. He’s worked with some of your labelmates before, I’m confident he’s right for the job.”
You couldn’t tell if you were anxious at the prospect of practicing such a choreo with Bada, or if you were disappointed that the eventual product wouldn’t be performed with her. It made sense, though. If your label was already worried your concept was too mature for the country, having two women perform such a choreography wouldn’t be received well at all.
“Great. Same time tomorrow, just the two of us again?”
“Same time tomorrow,” The third time she was willing to meet your eyes, and once again with a small smile playing across her features. “Just the two of us.”
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Working with Bada the past few days has been surprisingly easy.
On the first day, she brought some iced coffee for the both of you and presented it with an exaggeratedly deep bow, holding out the plastic takeout bag in front of her as if she was a lackey presenting you a treasure. You giggled, muttering an incredulous “thank you” as you took the bag from her hands. Through sips of coffee, the both of you fast forwarded through the recordings trying to piece the choreography together. You were able to bounce ideas off of her in a way you never felt comfortable enough doing with other choreographers. Bada was attentive, patient and, above all, eager.
On the second day, you wanted to repay your debt and entered the studio with a box of doughnuts. She let out a surprisingly girlish squeak when you laid the box on the table, and barreled over to grab one. That day she was wearing a beanie instead of a cap, something you inadvertently preferred as you could now lock eyes and take in her features. Sometimes you had the impression she was hellbent on looking anywhere except into your eyes, but you didn’t want to mull it over for too long; some people just had a different way of interacting. Everything else about her still left you with a warm feeling.
Sometimes you both took turns performing for each other. She would pull her beanie further down her head as she took the center of the studio, and each time something inside you would brace itself. You could only watch in awe: her movements were sharp and magnetic, her entire body language changing in the blink of an eye. While your attention should be on her footwork, you were instead hypnotized by the sway of her hips, greedily drinking her in. You chalked it up to her being such a captivating dancer.
However, little could explain how much you relished in her undivided attention. When it was your turn to copy the moves, you made sure to give it your all and put on a show. Without a hat obscuring her eyes, you could tell where her eyes were looking and it wasn’t always on your reflection in the mirror. You swore you could feel her gaze burning in your lower back, but you didn’t mind. It encouraged you to hit your moves a bit harder than you usually would.
“You’re a fast learner,” Bada said at the end of the day, drinking from her water bottle as you watched her throat bob. “Keep it up and you won’t need me anymore.”
You didn’t like the sound of that.
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By the fifth day, the both of you had started working through the details of the duet.
The familiar song sounded through the speakers, the room filled with the sound of your singing voice and the squeaking of your sneakers on the floor.
You were painfully aware of the way Bada closely danced behind you but you kept your eyes down, forcing yourself to keep track of your footwork. You bent over slightly at the start of the next line, your hips popping out and letting your hair whip to the side as you hummed along to the lyrics. In tandem, Bada moved her hips the opposite direction but gyrated closer to you, her hand coming up to tug her cap lower. You spared the mirror a glance for a split second, realizing Bada was much closer to you than you had realized, but you pushed the thought away.
You looked good together.
“Pause real quick.” She spoke suddenly, stepping away from you and bending over to stop the song. You immediately halted your movements at the command, trying to control the heaving of your chest and willing away the warmth of your cheeks.
She stood up again, meeting your eyes in the mirror before steadying herself behind you, body close to yours.
“You’re doing great, but,” A tentative hand slid to your hip, fingers curling over in a loose grip as she subtly urged it to move to one side. Both your eyes remained locked through the mirror. “I think we should move together in this part. Like this.” She repeated the motion, her grasp on your hip tightening ever so slightly before pulling you flush against her pelvis. Her hips rocked along with yours, and you could only follow.
She hummed close to your ear, and you felt her breathe along the side of your face. “Just like that.” Her voice was quiet, gentle even, though her stare was everything but that. It was intense.
In an attempt to sound casual you replied with an “okay”, but it came out softer than you had hoped for.
Her eyes dropped from the mirror, opting to look down at you directly, but you couldn’t find the confidence to return the favor. “You should do that thing again," she continued quietly, "Where you throw your hair back, but look at me when you do it.”
You repeated your steps, but this time both her hands came down to hold your hips in place. You turned your head as requested, your hair falling over your shoulder as your eyes finally met. Her gaze was intense but undecipherable; she hadn’t been looking at the mirror at all this time.
Bada was so close, unblinking and heady. The thought entered your mind before you fully realized: if you craned your neck you could kiss her. In a careful motion, you felt her hands slide up and down slowly, smoothing along the curve of your hips.
“Perfect.” She said, and it sounded so intimate you felt lightheaded. Usually she voiced her approval with an animated smile and a thumbs up, but she spoke to you as if she was scared you would set off running. “You got it. You want to try that again with music?”
You nodded slowly and her hands dropped from your hips, leaving a burning sensation in their wake. As she bent down to turn the song back on, you brought the back of your hand up to your cheek; checking if it was as warm as you felt. Then you ran your fingers through your ponytail, tightening the hair tie with a sharp tug in an attempt to snap yourself out of whatever daze you had fallen into.
It meant nothing. She had merely workshopped a move and there was no need to feel so nervous.
The final chorus of the song began thumping again and the both of you got into your starting positions. Bada’s presence was palpable behind you, but you tried to force your head back into performance-mode. You kept your moves sharp, lip synced as if the voice came directly from your own throat and smiled playfully at all the right lines.
As the instrumentals of the final chorus got louder, you twirled a finger around your ponytail, playing with the imaginary crowd in front of you. Bada pressed up against your back. Your hips moving in tandem just as the choreo required and you could no longer repress the urge to grind back against her. You saw Bada smirk in the mirror, her eyes obscured by her cap, but you could tell she was enjoying your blunt display of confidence. That made you laugh for real, putting an extra ‘oomph’ into the roll of your hips, dropping even lower, and feeling Bada take what you gave her with a great amount of enthusiasm. You heard the choreographer let out a "woo!" and you giggled.
At the very end of the choreo, you were meant to face Bada and push her away; making room for a final solo moment. So you turned around, meeting that familiar mischievous grin and your hand came up to curl into her collar. Bada sucked in her lower lip, greedily towering over you and looking down expectantly.
But something about the giddy atmosphere had you feeling bold, so you tugged her even closer instead. Her mouth fell open, but she followed you down nonetheless, eyes becoming half-lidded. You were mere inches removed from each other, and her breath fanned across your face. For a split second her gaze lingered on your lips, and you held your breath, heart fluttering in an unfamiliar feeling. A fleeting thought told you to bridge the gap, pull her impossibly closer by the grip you had on her collar, but your body acted before your brain could.
You reached for her cap and tugged it off her head, putting it on yourself in one swift movement and then shoved her away as you were supposed to do; effectively breaking the spell. You turned on your heel to look back at your reflection in the mirror, consciously blocking Bada from your periphery and closed out the song. The music stopped.
Now that the studio was quiet you could hear the both of you catching your breaths, and rather than facing Bada while your face was still heating up, you flopped onto the floor, limbs spread out. You moved Bada’s cap atop your face, blocking out the bright lights of the practice room, feeling exceptionally winded.
You felt Bada sit down next to you and she promptly pulled her hat off your face.
“Ow,” You uttered lamely, arms coming up to cover your face instead. Surely the shame you felt was on wide display and you had to save the little bit of the reputation you had left. You could already hear her voice, albeit uncharacteristically, echo in your head: “What was that?” “Why didn’t you just stick to what I told you?” “That was highly unprofessional.” Your stomach churned.
But instead she said: “That was incredible.”
“Huh.” You exclaimed unintelligently. You tentatively moved your arms from your face and were met with Bada staring you down, her hat back in place. It would probably be too weird if you went back into hiding, so you dropped your arms uselessly.
“That was incredible,” she repeated, a fond smile on her lips. “You are incredible. I’m telling you, we’ve got a hit on our hands.” She extended her arms excitedly, as if she had to convey the sheer magnitude of potential you both had crafted.
“You really think so?” You sounded breathless, the warmth in your chest blossoming.
“I know so. Seriously? If your team doesn’t like this, they’re idiots.” Her bluntness kicked a laugh out of you, and you playfully whacked her knee. “No, I mean it!”
“It wasn’t too much?” Slowly you sat up, tugging at the front of your shirt clinging uncomfortably to your body from the sweat.
Bada tilted her head, blinking at you sympathetically as she weighed your words carefully.
“I’ve already told you,” her voice was quiet, as if she was worried someone else might overhear, “I can’t get enough of you. The same goes for the public, by the way.”
That made you want to kick your feet like a teenager, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you fought the impulse to fall into her arms. Instead, you dropped your head with a timid smile hoping that did enough to show your gratitude.
Bada placed a hand on your shoulder with a touch so soft she might as well be reassembling a broken vase, urging you to look at her. “Let's take a break, order some bubble tea and then watch the recordings. Sound good?”
You leaned into the touch with exhilaration. “Yeah. My treat, though.”
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The tenth day coincided with a photoshoot in the morning. You had gotten up at 4am to get to the location early enough so that there was enough room for your stylists to get to work.
The first thing you noticed was the visual board you had worked on tirelessly a few weeks prior.
It had changed.
Some of the images jumbled around or left out entirely, replaced by ones you did not recognize or even liked to begin with. Even the color scheme had changed. Before you could ask your manager about it, however, your hair stylist beckoned you to follow her into the booth. Still groggy, with just a protein shake in your belly to keep you at bay, you followed without objection.
But then, after you emerged fully made up with your hair in intricate braids and ribbons, you saw the backdrop you were going to work with and the outfits you would be wearing: they looked nothing like what you had agreed on.
Once sown into the baby pink corset, you looked at your reflection in the mirror with a glassy expression, too exhausted to even express the anger that was simmering in your chest.
“What happened to the costume I commissioned?” You asked your manager in a flat voice, fully realizing you wouldn’t like whatever the answer would be.
“Oh,” But he didn’t sound surprised at all, “We didn’t really like how it turned out, so we decided to go with something else. Pink looks good on you, you know.” He added hurriedly.
You blinked, clenching and unclenching your jaw. The last thing you wanted was to cause a scene in front of all the staff. Firstly, it wasn’t their fault; secondly, word got around quickly and the last thing you needed was a trending blind item about diva behavior. With great difficulty you swallowed the venom down your throat and walked over to the camera crew without sparing your manager a single glance. Bowing to everyone separately, you turned on the autopilot. You just needed to get through the day. You posed for the flashing of the cameras, turning your brain off.
“That’s a wrap! Great work, all.” The photographer’s voice snapped you out of your daze, and you slowly stumbled away from the backdrop, blinking back tears.
“Great job everyone, thank you for your hard work.” You hoped your voice sounded even and hurried away to get changed.
Once alone in your dressing room, you bent over the sink with your hands in your hair. You didn’t understand. They had seen the choreography Bada and you had worked on, and approved. They had been enthusiastic even, and it felt like your team and you had finally buried the hatchet. Now you understood why they were so pliant in their acceptance of the final choreo; they had found something else to exert their control over. You didn’t want to cry, so you grit your teeth and untied your hair, fingers smoothing out where the braids had been.
Bada.
In the bustle of the early morning you had almost forgotten you were meant to start your first practice with the entire dance crew today, with Bada as the lead choreographer ensuring everything played out exactly according to your collaborative vision. It had been almost two days since you had last seen her, yesterday being a day off for the both of you, and for some reason it felt like a lifetime.
You wanted to see her, but you weren’t sure if you could dance today.
You arrived at the studio about an hour later, right on time, with most of your makeup cleared from your face and dressed in joggers and a crop top. This time you were sporting a cap as well, hoping the dancers wouldn’t notice the fatigue etched on your face on your first day with them.
Everyone was already there. Some dancers stretching, others practicing and a few watching the recordings while in deep discussion with Bada. Her flannel shirt was bunched up at her elbows as she made grand gestures with her hands, explaining something to the dancers in front of her. As the sound of the door opening and closing filled the room, the tall girl perked up mid-sentence, shooting you a wide smile.
“Hey! I got you some coffee.” She spoke brightly, walking over to you in big strides as her loose braid fell off her shoulder. You had just finished bowing to everyone when you turned to Bada, feeling your chest swell at the sight of her. “How was the shoot?”
She must’ve noticed something. Perhaps it was the sag of your shoulder, the way you bit your lower lip or the exhaustion in your eyes; but her smile faltered slightly when she got a closer look.
“It went alright.” You spoke neutrally, unable to meet her eyes but adding a nod to come across as reassuring as possible. “Thank you for the coffee.”
Bada stood a bit helplessly but seemed to understand that prying any further would be futile. “Of course, it was my turn, after all.” She smiled carefully. “You wanna get started?”
“Let’s do that.” You agreed, hoping that dancing would get your mind off of things.
Bada gathered everyone together and gave a small speech, making a conscious effort to do all the talking so you could comfortably hide the swelling insecurity you felt deep in your chest. You nodded at the right times, smiled at the dancers (some of them peeking at you in awe) and tried to come across relaxed.
Once Bada finished talking, she called for everyone to get in position as she strode to the far end of the room, where she had the most optimal view. You moved to the front, right next to your trampoline, facing the mirror and vaguely took note of a tall guy with a buzzcut who now stood in the spot Bada did when you had been practicing with her. Something about her not being part of the dance anymore, even though you perfectly knew this was going to be the plan all along, made you feel even less secure.
You shook your limbs loose, trying to empty your head for the sake of the dancers who were all blind to your inner turmoil and instead incredibly excited to be here. You did not want to waste their time. Once again, you forced yourself into auto pilot.
The song started playing, bubbling synths building up to your first lines, and you danced. You danced as you had practiced with Bada, but weren’t able to envision the crowd in front of you. Instead you relied on muscle memory, which worked out well enough. Even when the tall guy was behind you for the duet, hips grazing yours, you didn’t feel very aware of your surroundings at all. Sometimes you all had to stop midway when Bada noticed that someone was offbeat or out of position, but you slid back into the moves easily. The team was strong, too. You danced the choreo once, twice, thrice and a fourth time. When you grabbed the guy’s collar, you pushed him back immediately, unlike what you had practiced with Bada, and finished your move.
Bada clapped her hands together with a cheer.
“That was solid, everyone!” She strode over, giving everyone a thumbs up. “Some things we have to smooth over, but we are way ahead on schedule. Let’s take five. I— Are you okay?”
You barely realized your own actions until you felt the warm tears run down your cheeks. You had sat down on the trampoline in such an unceremonious way, body shaking from exertion as you tried to hold back hiccups. Panic began crawling up your body and into your throat. Suddenly aware of the dancers seeing you in such a state, you took your cap off and held it in front of your face.
“Actually, since we are ahead on schedule, let’s make this a short day.” Bada’s authoritative voice declared to the entire room. The dancers nodded along nervously, glancing at your hunched figure with palpable worry. “Great work everyone, make sure to get home safe. Same time tomorrow.”
You croaked out a soft “Thank you, everyone” through your fingers, but your voice was barely audible. You couldn’t face them.
Footsteps rushed around the room, the dancers gathering their backpacks off the floor. You barely registered the hushed voices slowly echoing further and further away from you, until the door shut with finality; a lock sounding in place and silence reigning over the space.
Bada’s hands came to rest on your shoulders as you felt the trampoline sink with her added weight. Then she pulled you into her arms with a tenderness you had never experienced from anyone before. Your arms tightened around her frame in instinct, dropping your cap onto the floor, and your heart constricting painfully as you hid your face in her chest.
She didn’t speak as you hiccupped soundlessly, letting the exhaustion pour out of you with quivering shoulders. Bada’s hands traced comforting lines along your back, her cheek pressed against the top of your head as she waited for the trembling of your body to subdue. In turn, you tried to focus on the steady rise and fall of her chest, her breathing lulling you.
After ten minutes of complete silence, Bada was the one to speak in a hushed voice: “What happened?”
You glanced up at her, tears still running down your cheeks as you choked back a particularly pathetic sob. “I’m sorry…”
Bada let out an affronted gasp, bringing her hands up to cradle your face instead and letting her thumbs wipe the tears from your cheeks. “Please don’t apologize. Tell me what happened.”
“My team,” You began with a slurred speech, “They still don’t believe in me. They don’t think I can pull this off.”
Your voice sounded heartbroken: “They make sure to remind me every chance they get. My manager is certain I am going to embarrass the nation, because there is only one thing I can do and it’s not this. I can’t be sexy. I don’t have good ideas. And maybe they’re right! I don’t have the charisma to pull this off. My fans are going to hate it, because it’s not the person they wanted to support—” There was nothing you could do except keep going, like a faucet running, and Bada let you, “—I can’t even wear what I want. My visual board was cybercore inspired. I had a red PVC two piece outfit custom-made, but they put me in a pink dress and ballet shoes.” You added, horrified; not at the clothes, but at the clear disconnect between your team and you.
Bada, who was nodding along to your words with a serious expression up until that point, chuckled at your words, thumbs still catching tears. “Well I always thought you looked like a pretty princess, but that’s indeed a bit on the nose.”
The follow-up to your rant died in your throat, eyes widening at her words. Your brain was short circuiting. “You think I’m pretty?”
The taller girl scoffed at that, brows furrowing. “I can’t believe you just asked me that.”
“Why?” You asked, genuinely.
For a moment she gawked at you, deep in thought and searching your face for insincerity. Bada was unable to find it.
“It’s not the only thing I think of you.”
Something about the atmosphere in the room changed when she spoke, and you almost forgot why you were upset in the first place. She carefully tucked your hair behind your ears, her eyes staring into yours unblinkingly. It reminded you of the way she had looked at you during practice days prior, when you had pulled her close by her collar for the first time. Her attention on you was suffocating, but you were glad to be drowning.
You sucked in your lower lip for a split second, releasing it, and waited with bated breath for her to continue. Her eyes dropped immediately, following your movements. She slid one hand down to the crook of your neck, slowly, the tips of her fingers tracing along your skin and leaving shivers in their wake; her other hand curled under your chin with a loose grip, tilting your head back slightly. Your head felt so heavy you could only lean in closer, wanting more of something you couldn’t even put in words.
But as always with Bada, she seemed to know what you wanted before you could open your mouth and ask for it. She closed the distance, brushing her lips against yours in a soft peck, and it was when you realized she was also holding her breath.
Her thumb trailed along your jawline, breath fanning over your lips. “Is this okay?” She asked quietly. You placed your hands on her thighs to brace yourself, your own lightheadedness overwhelming you, and nodded.
There was a shadow of a smirk on her lips when she kissed you a second time; lips connected with more force this time before gliding together in tandem. She tilted your head to get impossibly closer to you, her hand moving from your chin to tangle her fingers into your hair and cradling the back of your head. When her lips parted and closed around your bottom lip, nipping eagerly, you inadvertently let out a soft noise at the warmth of it all which only seemed to spur her on further.
You curled your hands into the front of her shirt as her back straightened, crowding around you as if her goal was to subdue, the trampoline creaking underneath your shared weight. She seemed to relish in overpowering you, inhaling sharply through her nose when you parted your mouth for her further.
You felt the tentative prod of her tongue, and accepted. The wetness made you shiver as she swallowed your quiet gasps. The hand that was previously nestled against your neck slid lower, began exploring along the curve of your waist and feeling the bare skin your crop top couldn’t reach to hide.
She parted the kiss, and you let out a soft whine. Biting her lip in an attempt to hide her smile, but ultimately failing, her eyes were drinking you in. You could only imagine what you looked like as even Bada was flushed all over, chest heaving from excitement. Then, as if she was reading your mind, her eyes glanced over to the mirror in front of you.
Bada shifted her position behind you, running her fingers through your hair before ultimately placing her palm against the other side of your waist. Steadily, as if she were correcting a move during practice, she turned your body to face the mirror. At this rate you simply accepted the effect she had on you, and wordlessly obeyed her ministrations. She planted her feet on the floor, long legs on either side of you; and ultimately caged you in, nestling her chin into the crook of your neck. Her eyes never left the mirror.
She brushed some of your hair over your shoulder as if she were propping up a doll, and spoke in a hushed voice: “Look at yourself.”
The sight made you feel all the more dizzy. Through half-lidded eyes you barely recognized your own reflection; hair slightly mussed and lips swollen and lovebitten. Someone did that to you. Bada did that to you.
The taller girl, pressed up against you, placed a kiss on your shoulder, fingers running up and down your body and making the hairs on your arms stand straight in exhilaration. You loved the way she touched you, how it made you feel; as if she was tracing the lines on an art piece. “You’re beautiful,” she whispered against your shoulder, “people would kill to see you like this.”
The honesty in her voice made something in your stomach roll. “Bada…” You began, but you didn’t even know what you wanted to say.
“You have no idea how other people look at you.” Her hands cradled the small of your waist, fingertips digging into your hips. “So let me show you how they look at you.”
She began kissing up your shoulder, soft and warm presses of her lips, before parting her mouth against your neck with a tangible hunger that left you sighing. You tilted your head to the side to give her more room and every inch you freed, she swarmed eagerly. Her tongue swirled against a patch of skin, hand flattening on your lower stomach as the other traced higher and higher, along your ribcage, before inquisitive fingertips moved under the hem of your top. As she sucked a mark onto your skin, you clenched your thighs together at the familiar sensation between your legs. Your eyes slowly fell shut as she crept up higher, lips pressing right below your earlobe with a barely-there hum.
She whispered: “Keep looking at yourself.”
You obeyed bashfully, right when Bada reattached her lips to your skin. She had been tracing lines along the hem of your sports bra, enthralled with the way you shivered in her grasp, before slipping a hand under; her hand was warm as she kneaded your breast, but your nipples stiffened at the sensation all the same. You pushed out your chest to convey your delectation, and she rewarded you by sinking her teeth into your skin. Suddenly, with a swift movement, both her hands hoisted up the hem of your top and bra, and pulled it upwards, your breasts releasing from its confines. The cold air made them perk up and Bada’s hands cupped the underside.
She detached her lips from your skin with a wet sound before looking up at the mirror, taking you in with her saliva-slicked mouth agape.
“So pretty,” Bada muttered, bringing your breasts a little higher, “Are you sensitive here?” She wondered loudly before tracing her thumbs right below your nipples. Once again your legs squeezed together, feeling yourself throb from excitement, and Bada picked up on the hint with a wide smile. “You are.”
In your reflection you saw Bada bring her fingers up to your mouth, thumb pressing down on your bottom lip imploringly, and you opened your mouth. She slipped her digit past, pushing it back against your tongue and you sucked obediently. Her eyes were drilling into yours through your reflection, enthralled by how pliant you were under her care.
You released the digit with a wet ‘pop’ and Bada promptly brought it to your nipple, rubbing it in circular motions as her other hand continued to knead your other breast. A quiet moan escaped you, chest rising into her touch and Bada giggled, pressing another kiss on your shoulder. Your own hands ached to touch her, but she kept you firmly locked between her legs; instead you squeezed her upper thighs, feeling her shapes through the baggy cargo she was sporting.
“Give me a kiss.” She commanded, and you immediately twisted your neck to capture her lips.
It was all teeth, wet noises echoing through the room as your tongue swirled against hers; the taller girl groaning into your mouth at the sheer force you exerted. She gave your nipples a pinch before rubbing her fingers over them repeatedly, and she swallowed your breathless moans greedily. You dug your nails into her thighs as she cupped your breasts again, her tongue slipping out of your mouth to trail along your bottom lip instead. Your head was chanting her name, getting drunk on the near delirious attention she gave you. Tilting your head back even further, you connected your lips again even though the angle was uncomfortable. You were starting to feel desperate, hips lightly rocking back against the firmness of her body as Bada sucked down on your tongue.
One of her hands released your breast and trailed down the expanse of your stomach, once again breaking the kiss and instead opt to look at you in the mirror. Her fingers found the knot of your joggers as your eyes met in the reflection, and she pulled on the string; untying it.
“Okay?” Bada inquired meaningfully, and you nodded much faster than you intended. “Let me hear you say it.” The tone of her voice, which was otherwise so gentle and quiet, made your full body shiver.
“I want it.” You spoke breathlessly, squirming impatiently between her legs as her fingers finally slipped down your pants.
She trailed along the sweatband of your underpants before cupping your heat over the fabric, fingers pressing against your folds inquisitively. Her eyes never left yours, quietly measuring your reactions. Unwittingly your thighs clamped around her wrist, breath hitching in your throat as she began to caress you with a touch so gentle it didn’t fit the precarious position you both were in.
“You’re so wet.” Bada spoke coyly, smirking at the way your eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment. She began rubbing circles over your covered folds, feeling your wetness spread as if on command. Your breathing turned into whining, subconsciously grinding back against her hand.
She removed her hand much to your distress, until you realized what she wanted: Bada began tugging the fabric of both your joggers and underpants down as far as she could, before giving your hip a commanding pat. You raised your hips to assist her ministrations, and she pulled the clothing down past your knees before you kicked them off fully.
Your thighs were pressed together when you got back in place and suddenly felt self-conscious at how exposed you were despite your own eagerness. Bada wasn’t having it: her eyes were taking in your figure, hands immediately coming down to smooth along your thighs. Then, she squeezed tightly and wrenched your thighs wide apart, making you expose yourself for her. Before you could instinctively close them, her long legs hooked over your ankles, forcefully keeping them in place. All of it only made you throb harder.
“You don’t want to know how often I’ve been thinking about this these past few days.” Her hands smoothing along your sides in marvel, cupping your breasts once more. The tip of her nose pressed against the shell of your ear. “How many times I’ve watched those recordings and imagined you, exactly like this.” Her fingers fit into your mouth once again, and you sucked on them, letting your tongue swirl along the digits as if you were starving for it. “I think I lost count.”
Her confession made you moan around her fingers, shivers running down your spine. She scooted back ever so slightly, pulling your hips back with her unoccupied hand until it was the angle she needed, and then dropped it between your legs. Her fingers spread your folds and she sucked in a breath, completely mesmerized by your reflection. You were still swallowing around her fingers and she hummed encouragingly, hand cupping your vagina and spreading your wetness across your heat.
She removed her fingers from your mouth and you caught your breath, fingers digging into her upper thighs as you braced yourself. As one hand kept your folds spread, the other, spit-slicked, began rubbing slow circles against you. You gasped at the sensation, mumbling her name in amazement. You raised your hand to the back of her head; grabbing a hold of her braid to simply have a hold of something, but it earned you a particularly sweet noise from the girl behind you. Your hips rocked back against her movements trying to find more friction in the right place, and Bada slowly sped up, moving her wrist up and down to try and find the spot that did it for you. Her lips pressed against the back of your neck so tenderly, and something about the dichotomy between that and the way she was touching you between your legs made your eyes roll back; lids closing as you thrusted back against her hand.
You didn’t understand how she was able to build up to that familiar knot in your stomach so soon, and it almost made you feel embarrassed, until you realized Bada was savoring every second of it. Her eyes never left your form, as if she were studying just another choreography, lips parted in an awestruck way. You had long foregone the urge to keep quiet, vocalizing exactly what she was doing to you: You let a particularly loud moan leave you when she rubbed along your most sensitive spot. Trying to pull more sounds from you, she pressed against your clit with more force and rubbed faster. Your hips could only chase her touch as your lower stomach constricted.
Bada brought her hand up to her own lips and lapped at her fingers, effectively pausing her motions for a split second and thus drawing a broken whine from you; both because her hand wasn’t where you needed it to be and also because she had no qualms about having you in her mouth. It didn’t last long: she hushed you soothingly as she put her hand back where you felt it belonged and used the added wetness to add faster friction against your clit. Your head rolled back and you tugged at her braid, pulling an attractive groan from the girl behind you.
You weren’t far away anymore. Your lower stomach was unbearably tight with desire and you were a gyrating, frantic mess against her hand while her fingers rubbed against you in vertical swipes, her name falling from your lips repeatedly as if you were reciting a prayer.
You managed to utter an “I’m close”, and Bada crowded against you before you could start begging her for release. “Come for me.” She demanded, and then immediately captured your mouth in a desperate kiss, teeth clashing together while she drank your sweet moans.
As if on cue, the tension in your stomach imploded and you gave her braid a sharp pull. You gasped into her mouth, no longer kissing each other but rather breathing each other's air, as your orgasm rippled through you.
You felt your whole body quiver and shake in pleasure as Bada led you through your release, thighs trembling despite the hold the choreographer’s legs had on you. Her fingers hadn’t left your core, but the rubbing slowed down until you were gasping at the overstimulation, yet unwilling to make her hands leave you. As if she read your mind her movements came to a halt, but she pressed her palm against you; almost possessively. She planted kisses along the side of your throat, whispering praises against your skin as you caught your breath.
Once you had the rise and fall of your chest under control, her arms curled around your waist in a fond embrace, and you turned your head to look directly at her. She had already been staring at you, meeting your eyes with a bashful smile. The two of you laughed at each other, and Bada pressed your foreheads together.
“That,” You mumbled, eyes falling shut as you relished in her open affection: “Was amazing, thank you.”
“Was happy to do it.” She responded playfully, rubbing the tip of your noses together affectionately.
“Will this happen every time I get self-deprecating?”
“I definitely intend to do this more often, but you could also just ask nicely.” Bada retorted with a smirk before pecking your lips. You giggled, putting your hands over hers and leaning back into the embrace.
After several more shared kisses and hushed whispers, both of you decided to get a move on: you were starting to get cold in your exposed state so Bada urged you to get up. She helped you step back in your clothes, a smug self-satisfied grin never leaving her face when she noticed the unsteady wobble in your legs.
When you pulled your bra and top back over your breasts, Bada pouted. You gave her a playful shove but she caught your arms instead, bringing them around her neck as her own enveloped your waist.
“Wanna grab dinner?” Her eyes were round and hopeful.
“I would love that.” You replied, and gave her a kiss.
As the both of you tidied up the practice room and gathered your things, Bada listing off food suggestions in the background, your eyes slid to the table at the front of the room.
A familiar device remained perched on the edge, a small green light lighting up proudly.
“Hey, Bada.”
“Hm?”
“Camera’s still recording.”
She stumbled over looking mortified, snatching the device off the table and rewinding haphazardly.
