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badaslovie · 5 months

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she's straight... right?

⊱✿⊰ in which the woman you want the most is the one you could never have.

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warnings: 🔞 highly suggestive, swearing, fake dating, teacher x student, bada x f!reader, lowercase intended, hword is making an appearance ik ik but stay calm ❗️he's kinda ok here and yes my fingers HURT writing this but let's get through it

disclaimer: this work is purely fiction. the people mentioned in this story are nothing but characters. the following descriptions of them do not reflect reality.

a/n: dear readers, today i offer you this silly fic -honestly not by best work- tomorrow? who knows.. ( @avocifera this one's for u bae )

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the room is filled with Bada's giggles as she scrolls through the for you page on tiktok. Howl gives her a side eye, but doesn't interrupt the choreography he was marking. "do you realize how crazy people are on the internet? about us! can you believe it?"

Bada turns the phone screen towards him, showing a silly edit that gathered moments of them dancing together and wearing each other's clothes — Howl has a laughing fit and Bada is infected. five minutes pass and they are both bent over, their hands on their stomachs, still unable to stop laughing.

Bada begins to compose herself first, focusing on breathing exercises. she needs to look away from Howl who is red as a tomato, otherwise she will keep laughing. "dude, i don't even know how it's possible for them to consider that we're dating. you have such a severe case of gay face" Bada says between breaths, voice still wavering in laughter.

with that, Howl manages to get serious, looking at her dead in the eye, "what. have you ever looked in the mirror in your life?" Bada pouted, nodding. he had a point.

"but that's good, you know. better than being up in our asses about our sexuality. we just need to keep feeding their delusions" he continues, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes. “yeah, i guess” Bada replied, rolling her eyes. she wonders when people will stop being so old-fashioned. it's 2023, for fuck's sake.

"anyways, my break is over. I'll see you later, loser." Bada stated as she got up from the sofa she was laying on and stepped towards the door, not missing the opportunity to push the brim of the cap on Howl's head down, teasingly. the last thing she heard before walking out the door was a muffled "asshole". she laughed softly, but her playful expression turned to a serious one when she reached the door of her practice room.

she took a deep breath and walked in, putting her teacher persona into action. the side talks fell silent when they noticed her presence, and a second later they welcomed her with squeals. she can't help but smile — she really loves her job.

Bada walked to the center of the room, clapping her hands for silence, "alright, guys, I'm not going easy on you today!" she said, her eyes sweeping over the huddle of people, easily finding her target. she licked her lips, looking straight at you. she knew you would be there — you always were, you never missed a class. you were always present with your spirited energy and impressive ease in picking up the movements, no matter how difficult they were. of course, you're also a sight for sore eyes, which made things a little difficult for Bada. gorgeous and a skilled dancer? you got her down bad.

you caught her eye from the first time you showed up at the studio, all charming and talented. hard to resist. she had been checking you out ever since, but you never noticed — it frustrates Bada. were you straight, perhaps? how could you not take the tips she gave you? she used all the weapons in her arsenal — she made sure to stick by you to help with some movement; you're always her go-to partner for a duet — you even did the Pussy Fairy choreo together, c'mon. she would always wink at you, lick or bite her lip or both, while her eyes took their time on your figure. she would always point at you with her long, unholy fingers before making the most suggestive dance moves.

Bada thought she was being very clear with her intentions.

what she didn't know was that you were one of the many people convinced that she and Howl were in a relationship. yes, you feel the most overwhelming attraction to her — how could you not. but, even with her suspicious attitude, that got into your head. you've seen with your own eyes them borrowing each other's clothes, you were there when Howl made that cheesy drawing of their zodiac signs, you noticed the matching necklaces. and of course, they were really, really close — touching each other all the damn time, which made you sick. it was simply too much evidence.

it rips your heart out, because how can a woman like her... anyway. it's physically painful, but you've learned to deal with it. maybe one day they'll break up, you like to think.

and yes, you've noticed the way Bada acts around you — you're not that blind. but it's simply impossible to take it seriously. you take as read that it's just her thing — rizzing everyone up, that's what she does. it's the same thing you've seen several times in videos and it's what drew you there, to her classes. it poked you until you couldn't stand not seeing her up close and, on a random tuesday morning, you found yourself leaning against the Just Jerk's counter, filling out your enrollment. you didn't even know anything about dancing, for god's sake.

however, surprising yourself, you proved to be a natural talent.

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the class passed in a flash. you tried so hard to ignore bada's advances — if you could call it that way — that you delved into the day's choreography, fiercer than ever. you were feeling pretty sensitive on this particular day — you didn't want to think about Bada and the fact that you didn't have a chance with her. so, when Bada declared the end of class, you breathed a genuine sigh of relief, eager to leave. when you think about it, you realize that you should've skipped this class.

as you grab your things on the corner of the room to finally leave, her voice — too close behind you — freezes your movements;

"hey," you slowly turn to her and immediately regret it as you were crouched down, now you look at her from below. she's so freakishly tall like that, from this angle — you feel like a little mouse and Bada is a cat, ready to devour her cornered prey.

"we're throwing party later. it's closed to the staff and teachers, there will also be some outsiders but it's something small,"

your eyes roam from bottom to top against your will, slowly taking in every detail of the view. she really is the most attractive person to ever walk this earth, you realize. you blink, and notice that she was still talking, "... anyway, you should show up. your performance is amazing and i'd like to talk to you more about it..."

you gulped, not knowing what to say. i mean, everything in you screams yes. Bada wants to talk to you in private? i'm listening! an opportunity to be among great dancers, getting visibility? sign me up! a party, with Bada? don't think twice! a thousand times yes.

but.

but you were afraid. afraid of what would happen if you were too close to her in a chill environment like that — if she came with that charm on you, you know you would mess everything up. you get chills just thinking about it. she has a damn boyfriend.

yeah. she has a boyfriend.

you would hold on to that thought and get through it. after all, it's too good of an opportunity to miss out on something silly. besides, you'd be her plus one. you could handle it.

so you cleared your throat, trying to find your voice;

"oh, wow! i'm i-. i mean, it's an honor, thank you so much" you realized your voice was too low and you were still crouched down, so you stand up, chuckling nervously. "i'm up for it, sure. just tell me the place and the time and i'll be there."

Bada smiles satisfied. she was already convinced that you would say no and run away, by the way you looked like a cornered animal.

she didn't miss the way you checked out her body, though.

"so... it's a date. it will be right here in the academy, actually. you can arrive at 9 pm."

a date. what. your head was spinning — she has a boyfriend. a boyfriend. she's just being goofy. messing with me. you keep repeating it like a mantra. you mumble some agreement to her and bow awkwardly, leaving in a hurry – which left a confused Bada behind.

Bada clicks her tongue, now all alone in the room. you are so lovely, she thinks as she plays with her bangs, looking at the door you just left through. it takes her a few seconds to rationalize that you actually agreed, and when it hits her — her smile grew bigger, teeth hooking into her lip while her thoughts wandered over the possibilities.

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you pout, scanning your reflection in the mirror. what would be the dress code for this occasion? it's casual, but still a serious-business thing. you squint at your figure, eternally unsure if the navy blue satin dress was good enough. or was it too much? you can't figure it out and you're almost tearing your hair out but instead you take a deep breath, closing your eyes and counting to five. then, you open your eyes and shake your head, moving closer to the mirror to give your makeup a final inspection; you left it as natural as possible, letting the blood red lipstick stand out. yeah, it was good.

lastly, you took a set of rings that were on your dressing table and put them on, spraying some perfume in strategic points afterwards.

your phone buzzed and you eagerly turned to look, only to see the notification that the car you called had arrived. your legs felt wobbly as you walked down the stairs and headed outside. you almost sighed in relief when you got comfortable in the backseat, able to lean on something.

saying that you were nervous was an understatement. you're regretting not having stayed curled up in bed — just thinking about what tonight would be like, seeing Bada clinging onto that asswipe and also seeing her flirting with every woman in the room because it's simply natural for her, you feel your stomach drop. it doesn't help that the ride to the academy is short and for some reason the man behind the steering wheel seems to be driving as if he were a fugitive. you barely have time to put yourself together 'cause, before you know it, you're standing in front of the building.

you can do this, c'mon.

you take another deep breath, walking through the door and being greeted with music, the sounds of laughter and side conversations. you almost freeze in place, scared to death because, after all, Bada is the only person you actually know there. and where is Bada? your eyes scan the space and it doesn't take long to find the tall girl on the other side of the makeshift dance floor.

the moment you see her, regret hits you like a bucket of ice. the sight of her arm around Howl's neck and his hand on her waist makes you feel instantly sick. but you take a deep breath — again — and head to the far corner, which luckily happens to be near the drinks table. you grab the first one you see and take a sip, enjoying that the burn in your throat is giving you something else to focus on.

no one had noticed your presence yet and you silently thanked god for that, contemplating that it would be easier to leave, without having to explain.

your gaze is drawn to her again and you can't help but notice how uncomfortable Howl looks — he keeps shifting his weight on his feet, his head subtly dodging Bada's which is very close. and his delicate, dainty fingertips on her waist — you can't even tell he's touching her. if you think hard about it, you might believe that Bada is clinging to him like that just to annoy him. this is weird. but you won't think.

then, her gaze meets yours and you choke on your drink. you don't know what to do with yourself when you see her letting go of Howl to walk towards you, your fingers gripping the hem of your dress so hard that your knuckles turn white as bone. your heart drops to your stomach when, halfway through, Bada is stopped on the dance floor by a woman you don't know — but who apparently knows her quite well. the stranger's hand that hooked Bada's arm began to rub against her skin in a subtle affection while she whispered something to the taller one, her head tilting to the side in a flirty way.

and bada was smirking at her.

you felt that dirty feeling growing inside you along with the urge to get Bada away from that woman and have her looking at you like that. luckily, the cup in your hand was already empty — otherwise you'd be drenched in alcohol, from the way you crumpled the plastic without even realize. after a minute – which felt more like an hour – Bada dodged the girl and resumed her way towards you. her strides took her to you in the blink of an eye and suddenly you couldn't remember how to breathe. that look of hers and that crooked smile were there, for you. sweeter than ever.

Bada leaned in, looking you straight in the eyes for a moment, her face so close — you felt your heart in your throat. she turned her head briefly, moving even closer, her lips subtly brushing on your ear, "i'm so glad you came, princess"

her voice sent shivers down your spine. you had to rest your hand on the table behind you to keep from falling right there. she lingered in that position for another breath — which hit your skin, almost making you let out the most embarrassing noise.

then she pulled away, her hand reaching for yours and intertwining your fingers together like it was nothing. you looked down at your tied hands and Bada noticed your hesitation

was she going too fast?

"is this okay?" she asked as she swings your hands lightly, her voice louder to overpower the music. Bada's forehead slightly furrowed in concern behind her bangs as her eyes didn't leave your frame, the grip loosening a little, in doubt. you lifted your head to meet her watchful eyes; "it is, yes. what about you? is this okay?" Bada laughed at your frenzy and she felt peace with the way you squeezed her hand in response to her loose touch.

"yes. that's okay with me too. thank you" she replied softly. Bada always found it really easy to smile when she was around you.

"wanna come with me? i want to introduce you to some people."

here was when you almost ran away for good.

but instead of giving in to the intrusive thoughts, you just nodded, and let yourself be guided by her to the other side of the room. you couldn't help your nervousness increasing with each step, but her warm hand in yours brought you a sense of comfort that soothed you a little. suddenly, the situation didn't seem so bad, and you didn't feel like running away anymore.

"Bada-ya! where did you go?" a man asks as you approach, drawing the attention of the others to you. you immediately recognize it was J-Ho and your eyes widen. the next one you see is Young J and at this point you're already bowing deeply — partly out of respect, partly to hide how embarrassed you are to be there.

"i was looking for my gold" Bada explains, winking at you. "this is y/n, my best student. i really wanted you guys to meet her." when you find the courage to stand straight again you feel your face burning red from her words and from having the group's full attention. as Bada bragged about you, her other hand snaked up your back until it rested on the curve of your waist — her fingers touching you so low only made your situation worse.

your gaze landed on Howl. he was facing the two of you, leaning against the wall as he watched Bada playing her game. he kept covering his mouth with the cup, holding it tightly – and you deduced that he was pissed.

he was trying not to laugh, but you're too busy thinking about the worst case scenario to notice that.

you lifted your head to look at Bada who was behind you, nearly hugging you from behind. you gulped when her smiling, nonchalant face lowered to meet yours.

you smiled tensely back at her, unsure whether to let yourself go and give in to her touch, or whether to move away because you were convinced that Howl would call you out for a fight at any second.

a teacher's voice caught her attention again, making Bada break the eye contact, but you felt her fingers doing circular movements on your belly. you caught your breath and peeked at Howl — just in time to see him downing the rest of his drink and excusing himself, leaving quickly. you were doomed, you felt it in your bones.

why was Bada acting like this in front of her own boyfriend? your head started spinning with questions and you suddenly found yourself thinking that you were being used — purposely used to make him jealous or mad. and you felt small.

all you could do was forcefully smile and shake your head when you realized you were being brought up in the conversation — which was all the time, since Bada wouldn't let the topic stray, hyping you up with every sentence and making a point of telling them how you personally helped her in the process of creating some choreographies. they were very impressed, to say the least.

after what seemed like an eternity, J-Ho and Young J walked away to talk to other people. you relaxed a little at that, now managing to — guiltily — appreciate Bada's touch. she turned around to stood in front of you, her thumb drawing circles on your palm, "if you want to leave, just tell me, okay?"

you lifted your head to meet her eyes, surprised by the concern in her tone — and you felt yourself melt at the sight of her loving gaze at you. no, you can't go down that rabbit hole. she's not for you, that's just her nature, you forced yourself to remember. but you smiled at her anyway, delighted. "thanks. i appreciate it." you replied, blushing when you saw the corner of her lips lift into that smirk of hers — too much, too close.

“come here” her hand tugged on yours gently before she began to guide you towards the small sofa against the wall. she sat up first, her hand finally letting go as her palms rested on her thighs. she is so effortlessly attractive — you're mesmerized every time it hits you.

so you were still standing there, drowning in the sea of seduction that was Bada Lee as she looked at you with an amused expression, as if reading every thought that passed through your mind. "come sit down." her voice sounded like an order. she gestured with two fingers, stretching and curling them in slow movements, calling for you. the sight was disconcerting and you couldn't help but be drawn to it, sitting next to her on the narrow couch. your thighs touch and you bite you cheek, nervous.

you dropped your gaze to your lap, playing with your fingers, not knowing what you should do or say. everything felt so uncertain and even though you couldn't deny how much you enjoyed having Bada's attention and touches on you, you still hated the situation and what it implied — it didn't mean anything. not to her.

"i love your dress. this color suits you." she said quietly, close to your ear. you could feel her gaze weighing down on you, burning your skin. you lifted your head, turning slightly to face her — your heart raced and the air left your lungs. dangerously close. her bleary eyes met yours but you couldn't hold the contact, your attention fell to her slightly parted lips — so alluring, full and you just know they're as soft as cotton.

"you don't look bad either, professor." and just for the fun of it — and because you felt the need — you licked your lips. Bada's eyes followed the movement of your tongue and she unconsciously copied it. you noticed how her head tilted a little to the side and she came impossibly closer, your lips a breath away. and you don't think any of you were breathing. the music and people's voices became one very distant and muffled sound. you don't know when her arm ended up behind your shoulders, but you almost moaned when you felt her fingertips gently caressing the side of your neck.

"am i interrupting?"

Howl's voice breaks the mood with the delicacy of an elephant. you turn your head quickly to look at him, snapping out of your trance. your face and neck feel hot and you can't tell if it's from embarrassment or lust. Howl is looking at the two of you with his hands on his hips and narrowed eyes. you don't know how to interpret his reaction, but from the corner of your eye you see that Bada is looking back at him with a deadly glare.

"yes." her sharp voice almost made you jump. what was happening, you began to question, feeling lost with reality piercing the bubble you were in with Bada.

"can you please be less obvious in front of all these people? they're already asking me things and i don't want to be the one who gets the reputation of being cheated on." you stiffened at his sentence, becoming even more confused. Bada seemed to regain her senses now, looking around and noticing some not-very-discreet glances directed at the two of you.

she quietly backed off, retreating to her side of the small couch. you missed her warmth the second it left you. "you'd deserve it, though." Bada muttered, still looking at him with hatred. Howl just laughed and turned to you, voice dripping with sass as he said,

"be careful with this predator."

then he walked away, disappearing back into the small crowd. you were stunned, and an awkward silence fell.

you start fiddling with a small crystal of your ring as you thought about how bad you wanted to get another drink, but were convinced that it would be weird to get up and leave with that mood — it felt like something was going to happen at any given moment. it had to, and you couldn't dare to lose. also, you didn't want to leave her presence.

Bada looked around, her slender fingers drumming on her covered thigh while all she could think about was how badly she wanted to drag you away and kiss you until she couldn't feel her lips anymore.

"that bitch.." you let out a giggle hearing Bada's mumbling. she was talking about Howl, you realized when you followed her stare and found him on the dance floor, dancing with some guy. there's something quite strange there, you could tell, but couldn't really put your finger on it.

"so, y/n, right?" a male voice caught the attention of both of you, your heads raising in sync. Bada smiled at the familiar face of her teacher, J-ho — but the smile fell when she caught his intentions in the air.

your eyes widened as you realized who was talking to you,

“yes?”

you sounded unsure, earning a chuckle from him. "are you up for a dance with me? Bada left me curious to see these moves up close." the Bada in question, sitting next to you, clenched her jaw and closed her hand into a fist. it didn't matter that he was one of the people she respected most, he wouldn't take you from her. not on her watch.

you didn't have time to answer — it's not like you had any ideia how to get away with this situation — when Bada's hand closed around your wrist and she stood up, gently pulling you along.

"i'm sorry but we were just talking about y/n needing to get some air. she's not feeling too well, so i'm going to take her out real quick, if you don't mind." Bada didn't give him time to react as she left, dragging you to the exit door. how her teacher and boss would see that behavior? later. she would think about it later. you followed blindly, feeling grateful but still confused.

you shivered at the cold breeze touching your exposed skin — which was a lot, by the way. Bada continued guiding you until you arrived at an empty and poorly lit alley behind the dance academy.

"okay. what are we doing here?"

"getting some air," she replied, simply.

you see, it was a narrow alley. a really, really tight one. empty. and with terrible lighting.

still, you could clearly see every trace of the unreadable expression she wore — because she was so, so close. and it was so quiet. you could only hear the sound of your breaths, which you noticed, were in sync. your eyes held hers in a silent, intense exchange. as you looked at her, all you could think about was everything you wanted her to do to you — the dirtiest and most profane thoughts flooding your mind to the point of almost, almost giving you the courage to take the first step towards and bring your fantasies to life.

and you could swear she was experiencing the same thing, if you were to judge the way she seemed to be taking off your dress with her teeth in her mind. the possibility made you rub your thighs involuntarily, you felt yourself getting wet just from that — an exchange of looks and a fertile mind.

Bada didn't let your movement escape her sharp eyes, dropped her attention to your legs. so much exposed skin, she thought. her mind wandered to the idea of holding you by your ass, trapping your bare legs around her waist. and that got her thinking about how even more exposed you would be to her, with your legs spread like that, just a thin piece of panties separating your core from her touch. she was dying to feel you getting wet as she would start kissing you — first the uncovered area above your chest, and working her way up. then, she would spread kisses and licks and light sucks on your neck, teasing you. and up. she would reach your jaw and earlobe, and up some more. she would kiss your flushed cheeks. her nose rubbing against your skin, wanting to engrave your smell and how you'd feel against her.

eventually, she would reach for your lips — hers just brushing around it first, giving little pecks in each corner to finally, finally find yours and lose control.

it seems like you were on the same page 'cause, when a stray cat ran through the alley meowing loudly, you both were startled and got even closer — now, your pure instinct was to jump straight into Bada's lap, wrapping your arms around her neck and legs spread, clenching on Bada; just where and how she wanted. i guess manifesting is a real thing.

Bada planned to put into practice everything that was going through her mind moments ago, step by step — damn, it really was like a gift from god, you falling into her lap like that. but it turns out you're too greedy, and the opportunity is too good to miss — you're afraid it will disappear as suddenly as it appeared, slipping through your fingers.

so you don't think twice before crushing your lips against Bada's. her hands tightened on your waist, surprised, and the grip made you open your mouth, almost moaning. Bada felt, and didn't let the opportunity pass — she parted her lips too and her tongue made its way to yours. you couldn't help but moan this time, feeling sensitive all over. the sound reverberated through Bada and she shivered, hands groping down to grab your buttocks, which made you unconsciously grind against her — only your panties between your needy spot and her. she felt the wet spot growing in the fabric against the strip of bare skin on her stomach, thanks to the way her shirt rode up when you climbed her so desperately.

better than you could ever imagine.

you squirmed as Bada's lips closed around your tongue and she sucked, her huge hands squeezing your ass tightly to keep you in place. your eyes were closed but you're sure they rolled back anyway, and your panties were now ruined. your hungry kiss didn't miss a beat for a second, teeth chattering and tongues exploring each other's mouths tirelessly. your nails scratched the back of Bada's neck while your other hand pulled her hair, earning delicious whimpers from the back of the tall girl's throat.

you both pulled away at the same time, breathing heavily, with almost no air left. Bada took a few steps forward, carrying you, until you were leaning against the wall. she then buried her head in the crook of your neck — finally fulfilling her little fantasy. the feeling of her mouth roaming your skin got you whining into her ear, your hips unconsciously writhing against her as your pussy moisture left a wet trail on her stomach. Bada moaned, humming between the kisses, bites, licks and sucks she left on you — the husky sounds coming out of her mouth made you throb.

“you smell so good, hum,” you bit your lip, lost in lust under her — feral about the way she rubs her nose against the side of your neck, from the bottom up. "and you are so soft. every part, every inch is so soft and i want to see it all. i want to feel and taste everything. all of you." now you moaned loudly, your cunt rubbing more hungrily against her, so desperate for her touches down there. you need more. more more more. you want her fingers and mouth and tongue. you want her pussy rubbing and bumping against yours. you want it all. at the same time.

"please..." you begged, babbling without being able to reason enough to say what you wanted.

then it hits you — not enough to make you stop and get off her lap – fuck, nothing in the world could ever interrupt this moment, you feared.

yet, you found the courage to say, breathlessly, "this is so wrong"

"what" she asked, focused on her mouth work. "um... don't you have a boyfriend?" your voice cracks and she finally lifts her head to face you, so close your noses were brushing. you blinked slowly at her, eyes heavy with lechery. Bada had a grin on her swollen lips, eyes twinkling.

"definitely not. i can explain to you later 'cause it's a hell of a long and boring story but," peck "for now," peck "how about, we go to my place" peck "and finish what we started? i have a big, real soft bed, who will love meeting you" she bit her lip, looking you up and down, her eyes lingering on the curve of your boobs through the cleavage. you gulped.

"uhm, you'll be able to spread those legs for me as much as you want, and i'll take everything you give me." one of her hands slipped from your ass, sliding down your thigh and you squeezed it around her waist.

“please,” you couldn’t say much more. Bada laughed softly. "please what, princess?" she teased, the pet name in her voice giving you goosebumps. so you struggled,

"please. take me to your house. to your bed. i need you." Bada smiled, delighted by your words and the way your voice sounds when you beg. she would make sure to hear a lot more of this through the rest of the night.

with you still clung to her, she took you to her black car and settled you in the passenger seat, taking her time as she buckled you in — her fingers innocently rubbing your nipples, making you tremble. this only made her smile widen as she walked over to the driver's seat and started the car, one of her hands resting on the inside of your thighs the whole ride — purposely caressing your sensitive skin. almost, but never reaching where you wanted it most.

the path was a blur but, once you walked into her room, you knew it was going to be a night to remember.

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badaslovie · 5 months

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can you do bada lee smut, where bada wants to film while 🤟🏻 with reader HEHE i'm gonna leave the others to u:*

♡ bada lee x idol!reader / NSFW❗

WORD COUNT: 5k

CW: exactly what it sounds like tbh!! established relationship, porn without plot, once again giver!bada, filming 🔞 (consensually)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is loosely a part two of this / "Hope we make it to the Cloud". i received these two requests and felt they were alike enough to "combine" the two, hopefully that's ok! 🩷 thanks for the request and hope you enjoy. (ꈍ꒳ꈍ) ┆ ┆ ┆ ┆⋆

Living alone wasn’t so bad.

When spending a long month performing, interacting with hundreds of people every day and flitting from one schedule to the other, getting to wind down in the comforts of your humble apartment almost felt like a privilege. And as soon as your promotions had ended, you had to take the time to get reacquainted with the place that you called home; time spent away, sleeping in cars or planes, almost made you forget what it felt like to have your own bed.

Sometimes you felt pangs of loneliness, when you were no longer experiencing the rush of backstage and the fleeting interactions with other celebrities, some of whom you now considered friends. The feeling was especially present when you were on break, fighting the urge to get a pet to keep you company on several occasions. Though calling it a “break” was a bit premature, your team always surprising with a last minute schedule on your calendar.

Still, living alone wasn’t so bad when you finally got a break from bright stage lights, sore limbs and buzzing eardrums.

Besides, you aren't so lonely nowadays.

It was the middle of the day and you were watching a game show, feet propped up on the table and hair tied together, when you heard your front door unlock.

“Honey, I’m home,” A tired voice sounded.

Tossing the spare key you had given her a few weeks prior into the little bowl on the table next to the door, Bada entered the room with the nonchalance only a person who spent a lot of time here could have. And well, she did spend a lot of time here.

As you beamed up at her from your seat, Bada was kicking her shoes off: donned in her practice cargos and a comfortable sweater, she looked as effortlessly attractive as ever. If you didn’t know her well enough by now, you would’ve almost missed the metaphorical thunder cloud hanging over her head.

You patted your lap eagerly. “C’mere!”

And with quick shuffling footsteps, Bada made a beeline for where you were seated, first dropping her backpack to the floor with a sigh and then unceremoniously flopping onto the couch, her head snuggling into your lap.

Your hands immediately caressed along her face, fingers gently pushing her bangs aside as you ran them through the pink streaks.

“Long day?” You asked as you fanned her hair over your lap, combing through and detangling the knots.

Her eyes were shut, zoning in on your soothing touches. “Maybe I need a manager,” She muttered quietly, “I don’t know why I thought three choreo sessions in one day would be doable.”

You placed your forefinger between her eyebrows, smoothing over the frown that had started to form there. “Try not to hire mine. Before you know it, three sessions become six.”

Bada laughed at that, eyes opening to gaze up at you affectionately. “Missed you.” She mumbled, head turning to nuzzle into the palm of your hand.

“Is that so?”

She sat up slowly upon hearing your playful words, turning to face you with half-lidded eyes. Leaning in, gaze dropping to your lips, she placed her hand atop your thigh and gave it a firm, meaningful squeeze. “Want me to show you how much I missed you?”

You held your breath expectantly, leaning closer with a barely-there nod as Bada inched towards you to close the gap; she tilted her head and your eyes fluttered shut.

But then, the growling of a stomach sounded through the room.

Bada groaned as you erupted into giggles, shoving her off of you: “Please go eat! There’s some leftover rice and salmon in the kitchen.”

Her disgruntlement faded immediately at your words and she swept down to press a peck to your lips. “You’re the best.”

“I know...” You hummed against her mouth, tugging her down again to steal seconds, feeling self-satisfied when Bada complied without hesitation.

You let her scurry off to the kitchen with a smitten grin plastered across your face.

“Did you finish the routine for that boy group?” You asked, watching her scavenge with your chin propped on the palm of your hand.

Bada dug into the rice cooker as she nodded, already chewing on a piece of salmon: “Yeah, it came together nicely! Wanna see?”

Clasping your hands together, you perked up. “Yes, please!”

“Laptop’s in my bag. All my recent recordings should be on it.”

Bending over to unzip her backpack, you carefully pulled her laptop out and set it on your lap. You heard Bada heat up the remaining salmon as you booted up the computer. Her password was just her birthday, which she had sheepishly confessed to when you were still practicing your choreography together. As you opened her files, a screen popping up with over fifty recordings, Bada came to stand behind you, shoveling food into her mouth as if the bowl would sprout legs and run away from her.

You scrolled through the recordings, which were arranged chronologically, until you noticed a thumbnail with a very familiar practice room.

As your mouth fell open in disbelief, your mouse hovered over the picture of what was undoubtedly Bada hunched over you in front of your practice room’s mirror; both your backs turned to the camera, but the scene all too recognizable.

You didn’t know why, but you felt your lower stomach warm up at the thought of her having kept the recording. You barely registered the audible gasp behind you, and you turned around.

Bada was frozen in her tracks, chopsticks motionless at her lips as she stared at the laptop on your lap.

“Oh my god, I—” She began, eyes searching the room for a place to set her bowl down as your eyes scrutinized her, “I could’ve sworn I deleted that! How did that— How did that get on my laptop?” She was stumbling over her words, and always had been a terrible liar.

You wordlessly navigated to the top of the screen and clicked on ‘Sort by last opened’, the videos reorganizing at your command.

The video was the third one on the list, even though it was over two months old. Once again your stomach curled, face heating up at the implication spread out in front of you.

Bada pressed her lips together in a fine line, face beet red as she was unable to meet your eyes, entirely unaware of your inner turmoil and instead cowering away from you. “I’m sorry, you— you can delete it. I shouldn’t have—”

“I never told you to delete it, back then.” You cut in hurriedly, and it was true, but you felt embarrassed at the words leaving your mouth all the same. “You’ve watched it?”

Bada stared at you in bewilderment, but she nodded, perhaps comforted by your words and thus no longer seeing the point in lying: “Several times.” She admitted bashfully, gaze moving back to the laptop.

You felt lightheaded, briefly imagining Bada alone in her studio with her hand between her legs and her eyes glued to the screen.

“Oh,” You responded, “Why didn’t you...?” Unsure of how you were even trying to finish that sentence, you trailed off.

“We’ve just been so busy…” She said, sounding solemn, leaning over the backrest of the couch as her arms draped themselves over your shoulders. You leaned back into her embrace, your hands curling over her arms.

It was true: between a grueling comeback schedule and the heightening demand for Bada, especially following the release of your single, made it difficult to see each other regularly. Bada had visited you backstage a handful of times, the both of you savoring your short moments together, hungry lips meeting while hiding away in your dressing room, until you were inevitably whisked away for your next schedule. Similarly, you dropped by her studio whenever there was an opening on your calendar, but the curious eyes of her students made it difficult to do much of anything. It was then when you had given her a spare key to your apartment, hoping you could meet each other halfway more often.

“I miss you so much.” She murmured, cheek resting against your temple, and the way she said it left you breathless. It had a hidden meaning to it, clear to no one but you. It almost sounded like a plea with the way she nosed into you.

“You were gonna show me how much you missed me.” You whispered, angling your head to look up at her properly. Her eyes were already on you, gaze heavy. You didn’t have to say the words back to her with the way you looked at her.

She barely gave you a moment to let the words hang in the air before she pressed her lips against yours with a desperate inhale, hand curling over the crook of your neck. The position you were in brought you right back to your first time together; Bada crowding over you with an insatiableness she only reserved for you as your mouths fit together, her warmth washing over you. You felt her nails scrape along the nape of your neck, her lips parting against yours, pleading, as you slipped your tongue past. She hummed pleasantly, lips closing around the wet muscle and sucking as her fingers dug into your hair.

Suddenly overwhelmed with the need of wanting her all over you, the couch separating your body from the comfort of her lean figure, you parted the kiss unwillingly. Before you could beg her for anything more, however, she moved her lips to your neck; immediately sucking a bruise against the unmarked skin. You gasped, instinctively baring your neck for her.

“Bada-” You began, but the words died in your throat as the tip of her tongue circled the mark.

“Click on the video.” She spoke in a hushed voice and only then did you become cognizant of the laptop resting on your lap, cursor still hovering over the video. “Fast forward a bit.”

With your eyes locked onto the screen and without moving your head, afraid you would lose the warmth of her mouth against your skin, you did as you were told; skipping through the recording until you found the exact moment Bada had turned you around, her chest pressed against your back. The sounds that came from the laptop speakers after you unpaused the video were sinful: the smack of lips gliding together and your quiet gasps as Bada smoothened her hands along your figure. You were feeling overwhelmed already and the two of you had barely done anything.

“You’re so beautiful.” Bada spoke as she watched the video from over your shoulder, still pressing soft kisses against your neck.

You could say the same about her with the way she was, and still is, able to command your body like an instrument. You were putty in her hands then and now, turning whichever way she conducted you.

She straightened her back slightly, looking down at you as her hands lowered to your front. In tandem with the Bada in the video, she found the hem of your shirt and pulled upwards, your arms raising to aid the process. You weren’t wearing a bra, and the cool air of the room made a shiver run down your spine. Bada, however, was delighted, warm hands immediately cupping over your breasts.

You craned your neck, chasing after her lips and she let you indulge: with your head tilted backwards your tongues met before your lips did, Bada angling her head to deepen the kiss impossibly more, fingers pinching your nipples inquisitively and stiffening them. You were sensitive straightaway, gasping into her mouth.

Then, an idea. Your fingers managed to find the space button and pressed, effectively pausing the video. Bada parted the kiss reluctantly, curiously peeking at the screen before looking down at you.

“Do you have your camera with you?” You asked, voice breathless.

She blinked at you in wonder but nodded: “Yes, in my backpack.”

You gave her a suggestive look, hands coming up to rest atop hers; still covering your breasts. “Do you… want to film a new one?”

You hoped you hadn’t misjudged Bada, and for the few seconds she was silent you feared you had ruined the atmosphere, but that feeling didn’t last long. The look she gave you was nothing short of infatuated.

Bada smiled, albeit entirely flustered, before giving you another kiss and you sighed in relief. She walked to her backpack, where it still laid on the floor, and began searching through it for the camera. As you shut the laptop and moved it off your lap, Bada reemerged with the familiar device.

The display was already flipped open, Bada’s fingers fiddling with the buttons with an almost childlike excitement that made you giggle. She looked up at you as if breaking out of a daze, and softened instantly at the sight of you: topless and patiently waiting for her. She lowered the device.

“You’re certain you’re okay with this?” Her eyes looked into yours, searching for any hints of doubt or apprehension.

“More than okay,” you assured, “Just tell me what to do.”

And as soon as the words had left you, Bada hit record. “Be you.”

She slowly walked around you, angling the camera as her eyes were glued to her display, taking in your appearance with the delicacy of someone who practiced this often enough in their head. You were starting to feel skittish, despite her attention on you almost feeling reverent, and fought the urge to cover yourself up.

Instead you crossed your legs, head tilting to the side as you looked straight into the lens of the camera: “I hope this doesn’t mean you’re going to keep your distance the whole time.”

You heard the buzzing sound of the lens zooming in on you, though you had no clue what exact part of you it was focusing on. “That would be impossible when you look like this, baby.”

The nickname, which was usually reserved for when the two of you spent time tangled up in each other, visibly flustered you. You sucked in your lower lip to hide a growing smile and glanced down, Bada smirking at your reaction.

“Trying to set the scene for my future self.” Bada added meaningfully, and the implication made you feel warm.

She strode over towards you, eyes still focused on the camera display as she sat down on the table in front of you. You followed her movements intently, anticipating whatever request was burning on her lips. But instead of asking anything of you, Bada wordlessly nudged her knees in between your thighs, forcing your legs apart, and you adhered.

“Take your pants off.” She commanded and virtually immediately your hands dropped to the waistband of your trousers, tugging it below your hips. You would have time to ponder how embarrassing your submission to her was later, but for now you wanted to give her everything she asked for.

With her unoccupied hand she helped you pull the fabric all the way off, with an almost impatient tug, and you made sure to stretch your legs as elegantly as possible, doe eyes never losing track of the lens; hyper aware of the camera following your every move as if this were just another music video recording.

You let your hands slide up your thighs, fingers momentarily hooking into the straps of your panties before snapping them against your skin. Bada angled her camera, tracking the movements of your hands intently as her tongue peeked past her lips; wetting them. The palms of your hands moved along the curve of your waist, trailing them higher and higher, until you were pushing your breasts together ever-so-slightly. Then, you brought one hand behind your neck and leaned back into the couch. Your other hand dropped back to the strap of your panties, toying with the fabric between your fingertips, granting a sneak peek for the skin underneath - not that there was much more left to the imagination.

For a moment Bada’s eyes moved away from the display, zoning in on your ministrations, and then she leaned back herself, the movements forcing your thighs further apart by the dull push of her knees against yours.

“You’re a natural.” Bada said teasingly, but remained cemented in her spot, much to your frustration.

You pulled the strap of your underwear below your hip, blinking up at the lens through long eyelashes, and pressed your crotch down into the couch. Subsequently, you slid your hand to your front, fingertips digging below the waistband of your panties; your eyes never losing track of the lens. You went lower and lower, gauging the taller girl’s reaction.

Once again you heard the noise of the lens zooming in, and your fingers finally found the top of your heat. You were already wet, spreading your folds with a quiet hum, and began lightly rocking against the fabric of the couch. The friction made you gasp, the thrill of your predicament making you feel increasingly more responsive to any touches.

Bada parted her lips, watching on in awe. “Take those off.” Her voice was almost uncharacteristically deep, dripping with want.

And because you knew her well enough to know she couldn’t hold off for much longer, you gave her the most coy look you could muster and answered: “Come do it yourself.”

The sound of the table moving backwards echoed through the living room, Bada using her body to push it away. You didn’t cease your movements however, dragging your crotch against the couch again as you watched Bada in anticipation. She had placed the camera on top of a stack of books lying on the table, pointing the lens at you in a sideways angle, and stepped towards you. She towered over you before pulling her sweater over her head, and you watched as her slender frame appeared; still touching yourself. She was unbelievably pretty.

Then, she dropped to her knees, arms hooking under your legs as she pulled you to the edge of the couch in such a sudden motion you couldn’t help the soft yelp that fell from your lips. Her thumbs hooked under the straps of your underwear and pulled them off brusquely, leaving you completely bare in front of her.

She settled in between your thighs like she belonged there and leaned up, her hand on the side of your neck as she brought you in for a hungry kiss. The noise you made was desperate, but she silenced it immediately by plunging her tongue into your mouth; licking into it with a groan. Your fingers tangled into her hair, clinging onto her as your body begged for more, tongue gliding back against hers through parted lips.

Bada cupped your jaw tightly as she swallowed the sweet noises you made, and parted the kiss to catch her breath; your own chest rising in exhilaration. Her thumb trailed along your bottom lip, moist from saliva, and pulled it down: “Just look pretty for me.” She muttered.

With that she slid down your body, lips leaving a trail of wet kisses down your neck and to your cleavage, her hands feeling along the shape of your upper thighs, squeezing them. You felt your lower stomach curl when her lips pressed to your navel, and you put your arms at either side of your body; palms pressing into the couch as you gave your body away to her.

Her thumbs pressed into your hip bones when her mouth got closer to your core, but she immediately pivoted to the inside of your thigh, teeth grazing the skin before parted lips began to suck down a bruise.

Your head lolled to the side, letting out another soft gasp as her lips covered every area except the one where you needed her the most. You were going mad, wondering if you should start begging.

Her eyes met yours and she had the audacity to smile, a happy glow dusting her cheeks as her fingers dug deeper into the skin of your thighs. She pressed another openmouthed kiss near your hip bone before speaking: “Anything you want me to do?”

Your hand automatically moved in between your legs, but Bada stopped you with a firm hold on your wrist.

“Nuh-uh,” she tutted, “I’m directing here. Tell me what you want.” Her gaze was intense, smile growing wider as you grew more flustered, thighs twitching.

“I—” You began, struggling to find the words, “I want you to touch me. However you want.”

“However I want?” She tilted her head to the side, feigning confusion in a sweet voice.

“With your hands.” You added quickly, something in you stirring at the way her grip on your wrist remained resolute. “Please, I need it so bad.” More words escaped you before you could dwell on the humiliation: “I’m so wet for you.”

The look in Bada’s eyes darkened as she placed your hand back onto the couch, grabbing onto your thigh once again. She looked down at your glistening heat, momentarily sucking in her lower lips before meeting your eyes again. “For me?” She asked again, knowing the answer well enough.

“Only for you.” You near whimpered, and she finally released you from your misery.

Bringing her hand to her mouth, she lapped at her fingers before promptly lowering it to your vagina; spit-slicked fingers moving along your folds to spread your wetness with a purpose as her other hand held down your thigh, making sure you kept your legs apart for her. A groan of relief escaped you before you could realize and you bit down on your lower lip, feeling her explore. You heard her suck in a breath between her teeth as you glistened underneath her, marveling.

You felt yourself get impossibly more wet from her touch, and Bada immediately took advantage of that. She started to rub against you in slow, circular motions as your hips involuntarily jerked from the sensitivity. With a soothing shush, her grip on your thigh tightened as she let her fingers dig into your folds with more pressure, a soft moan falling from your lips.

“I’m starting to think you like begging.” Bada whispered longingly, fingers that knew exactly where to be circling against you with a deepening pace.

Unable and unwilling to answer, you brought a hand up to your mouth and pushed two fingers past your lips; you sucked around them, muffling your moans. The look Bada gave you was simply ravenous, and you then realized you were here to put on a show for her camera. Her thumb brushed down against your clit, and your eyes fell shut in pleasure, the ministration sending electric shocks across your lower belly as you were unable to stop your hips from rutting into her touch. You withdrew your fingers from your mouth and brought them to your breast, rolling your nipple under them.

You heard the taller girl cuss between your thighs, her fingers dropping lower as she followed the noises you made; spurring you on. Then, you felt her forefinger catch at your entrance, drawing circles around and all you could do was hold your breath.

Bada sank a finger into you, slow enough that the burn wasn’t overwhelming you, but you moaned all the same. She tentatively crooked her finger inside of you, intently watching your reactions, the grip she had on your thigh almost bruising. She began pumping her finger in and out of you, not too fast but fast enough to have you gasp her name, rewarding every honeyed moan with a curl of her finger.

“More…” You begged, toes curling.

“Yeah?” She whispered, pressing a kiss right where your inner thigh and core met before handing you exactly what you wished for.

Her middle finger pushed into you along with her index finger, and this time you felt the stretch more acutely. You audibly keened, nails digging into the fabric of the couch as she scissored her fingers inside of you, whispering soft praises encouraging you.

“That’s it, baby, let me make you feel good.”

Soon enough the burn was barely present, making way for an electrifying bundle of pleasure running up your spine. You rocked into her touch as much as Bada’s iron grip on you allowed, and she met you halfway, fingers pumping in and out of you at a steadily building pace.

The way she looked up at you was maddening: somewhere between wondrous amazement and self-satisfied smugness, drinking in every second of the way you opened up to her in more ways than one. She gave a sharp curl of her fingers, and your thighs twitched dangerously. Bada caught on immediately and began moving her fingers inside you in a come-hither motion, pulling every sweet noise from you that she could. You thrusted down harder, mouth agape as you zoned in on the ecstasy that overtook you.

“Third finger, baby girl.” And you somehow found a way to part your thighs almost impossibly further, your body eager to receive more.

While her two fingers were still curling inside you, the third one joined, and you choked on a moan. This time Bada didn’t give you time to get used to the stretch, as all three fingers curled inside you over and over again.

Feeling overwhelmed almost instantaneously, hushed cusses spilling from your mouth, you inadvertently wriggled backwards; but Bada immediately pulled you back, keeping you locked in place as she pumped her fingers in and out of you at an unforgiving pace. She knew your body too well, because soon enough you had your head thrown back and thrusted back into her motions, her long fingers finding the spot to curl into.

“You’re so fucking hot.” She mumbled, and before you knew it her mouth was on you, tongue digging between your folds as she continued pumping her wrist.

With her arm still curled around your thigh, she brought you closer to the edge of the couch; she wanted to dig in. Her name came out as a yelp as her lips closed around your bundle of nerves, sucking harshly as her moans began to reverberate against you. You brought a hand to the back of her head, fingers digging against her scalp as you held her in place, needing unfathomably more from her. Anything she was willing to give.

She swallowed around you so eagerly, so greedily, and then her hand let go of your thigh: she brought it between her own legs instead, fingers digging into her trousers.

You had to force yourself to look away or you would orgasm right then and there, feeling your eyes roll back instead. She was touching herself, rocking into her own hand as her mouth bobbed against you; her other hand still fucking into you. She was getting off to getting you off.

You thought you were going insane, only able to give into your instincts and rock into her movements, all the while pulling on her hair which she seemed to relish in: the both of you building up to a pace where she pushed in exactly as you thrusted. You felt your toes curl again as that familiar pressure in your lower stomach began building up, and your head lolled to the side. You were a sweaty, writhing mess, and Bada was moaning against you so loudly it made you lightheaded.

You noticed her own movements getting messier, too. Her wrist circled against herself as she slurped around you, and you brushed her bangs from her forehead to watch her own desperation overcome her. She curled her fingers inside of you again just as she sucked down on your clit, and you could've sworn you saw stars.

“Bada, I—” You began, warningly, as you fucked back against her, chasing after the uncoiling of your lower stomach.

Bada hummed encouragingly, nodding against you in a frenzied state herself and crooked her fingers sharply, beckoning you to let yourself go.

Something about the way she gasped and moaned against you, yet still remained so dedicated to give you exactly what you wanted, is what did it for you. You felt your orgasm ripple through you so sharply you felt dizzy. You clutched onto Bada’s head between your thighs as you shook all over, her fingers curling into you harshly as she sucked on your clit through your implosion, until you felt her tremble against you too.

She fell forward, teeth pressing down on the inside of your thigh as she came with your name on her lips, rutting into her hand. You moaned, sensitive all over but running your hands through her hair soothingly, nails caressing along her scalp.

The both of you stayed like that for a solid minute, catching your breaths, until Bada leaned up on her trembling knees; far enough to wrap her arms around your waist and lean up for a tender kiss. Completely smitten, you kissed back despite the heaving of your chest and you wordlessly urged her to get on the couch with you. The taller girl obliged, immediately climbing on top of you and nuzzling into your hold with a tired smile, her cheek pressed against your collarbones.

The both of you giggled at nothing in particular, your fingers tracing delicate lines along the side of her face.

As if experiencing a déjà vu, your eyes went to the camera perched on the table, inevitably recording, but the both of you too spent to do anything about it.

“You know,” you began, fingertips still absentmindedly caressing along Bada’s jawline, “You’re gonna need a better password for your laptop.”

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badaslovie · 5 months

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i accidentally distracted her on set and they caught it on camera ://

#WHY IS SHE SO PRETTY #bada lee #bada #bebe

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badaslovie · 5 months

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#SHES WEARING THE COWBOY HAT AGAIN #LORD SAVE ME #shes a cutie patootie #bada lee #bada #bebe

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badaslovie · 5 months

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SHES SO BANSJS I WANNA PUT HER IN MY POCKET AND NIBBLE ON HER

#bada lee #bada

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badaslovie · 5 months

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welcome! ´･ᴗ･`

just a few clarifications!

i'm usually busy with uni and work so i probably won't post often but i'll try to be active! i'm mainly here to read fanfics ngl

i'm also not a writer --this is purely self-indulgent-- so i won't be taking requests, but feel free to send ideas... maybe it'll inspire me to write some delusions.

most importantly: MINORS DNI!

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badaslovie · 5 months

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i didn't expect this many ppl to like what i wrote 🥹 also didn't expect to have more ideas in mind but i currently have two! i'll try to get started on those 🫡

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badaslovie · 5 months

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jealous kisses

pairing: bada x reader

summary: bada and tatter were seen holding hands at a concert and you can't help but feel jealous.

warnings: 🤏🏼 suggestive

wc: ~ 1.5k

a/n: sooo i've never written before and honestly it's not the best, please spare me. also absolutely no hate to tatter i love her 🫶🏼

your head found a place in Bada’s lap as you both lounge around on lusher’s couch; her fingers tracing their way up from your cheeks to play with strands of your hair. you lean into her touch, reveling in her affection. it’s rare these days –with all the filming– for you both to have a moment to breathe and just enjoy the day. bada took this opportunity to have a movie night with you and the rest of team bebe, as a sort of team bonding moment, and lusher was nice enough to offer her apartment as the meeting place.

“what time did you tell them to come?” you look up from your phone to face lusher, who’s sitting on the couch diagonal to you.

“minah texted in the group chat that they were heading up so they should be-” your attention turns to the door at the ring of the bell. “-here.”

you sit up straight –cuddling into bada’s side as she wraps an arm over your shoulder– to make room for the others as lusher makes her way to open the door for the rest. they each pile in taking off their shoes and coats, greeting you three with hi’s and hugs.

“i brought snacks! everyone’s favorites!” cheche waves around the snack-filled bags in her hand.

everyone settles into their respective spots on the couches and excitedly dig into their snacks while searching on their phones for movies that the team could agree on.

“oh my god unnie did you see the picture the fans took of us? at the concert last night.” tatter hands bada her phone, you peek over to see a picture of bada guiding tatter to their seats by her hand. you knew bada and tatter were just good friends, but that didn’t stop your stomach from churning.

“this is so funny people are theorizing that we could be in a relationship, but little do they know…” tatter giggles, hinting at the lack of awareness the public had of your relationship with bada. you two are private about your relationship, to keep your peace away from prying eyes and also because you are on competing crews for swf2. you’re starting to regret that decision.

the others also giggle at the predicament, each saying a variation of how the public would be surprised to know the truth, unaware of your tense body sitting quietly next to bada.

“hey, are you alright love? you seem tense.” bada asks, giving your shoulders a light squeeze.

“uh yeah. i’m just gonna use the bathroom really quick.” you pat her leg and stand up. your head was spinning with so many thoughts that you didn't notice the others quieting down as they watched you beeline down the hall.

you lock the door to the bathroom and turn to face the mirror above the sink. your reflection looked like a blur; your mind racing with the event that just occurred, to all the comments swf2 contestants would make and all the times they were being touchy with bada. but bada would always set boundaries, some distance when anyone would get closer than what she knows you’re comfortable with. and usually you didn’t mind her holding hands as a platonic gesture, you did with your crew and friends too, but the comments just ate at your insecurities. your relationship might not be public, but you weren’t sparing with your affections, so why weren’t comments made about you two?

you turn on the faucet and attempt to wash away the lingering worries. you unlock the door to head out after drying your face, only to be stopped in your tracks by the sight of bada with her arms crossed, leaning against the wall. her brows were furrowed and her gaze was on the floor before she realized that you had opened the door. her eyes full of concern soften as they meet yours.

“you got up so abruptly and looked pale. are you sure you’re okay?” she steps forward to examine you closer, her eyes searching your face for any sign of illness.

you nod your head. “yeah i’m fine, i just needed a moment.”

“if this is about the picture, you know tatter and i are just friends right? you’re the one i want, no one else.” she reaches up to tuck a loose hair behind your ear and slides her hand down to rest by the base of your neck.

“i know… i just needed a moment to pull myself together.” you sheepishly look away, avoiding her eyes.

"hmm i see..." she hums, stepping forward again and backing you into the wall as she places an arm above your head.

“is someone jealous?” she brings her head down trying to meet your eyes and you catch a glimpse of her knowing grin.

“you’re so cute when you’re jealous,” she coos, nudging your chin up with her finger to get you to meet her eyes. “you get all pouty and embarrassed.” her eyes trail down to your lips and like a pair of magnets, her lips slowly find their way to yours. her slow gentle kiss, the warmth of her touch, lulls you for just a moment.

when she pulls away, your eyes make contact for a moment before you avert back it to the wall.

“why are you still avoiding my eyes?”

“i can’t look at you right now.” you mumble.

she lets out a chuckle. “and why is that?”

“because…”

“because…?” she raises her brows expectantly.

“because! If I look at your pretty face right now, it’s just gonna remind me how every other girl thinks you’re pretty too and i can't stand it!” you huff out.

she bursts out laughing, throwing her head back.

“it’s not funny.” you whine, shoving her shoulder.

“maybe just a little.” she says, which makes you pout more –drawing her eyes back down to your lips. she brings a hand up to cup your jaw, pulling your face close enough that you feel her breath on your lips.

“i might hug other people, might even hold their hand… but my lips belong on yours.” her eyes still intensely staring at your lips, her tongue instinctively pokes out to wet her lips as she grazes your bottom lip with her thumb, pushing down on it a little.

“i only kiss you” she pulls you in to connect your lips, a little harder than the last. the kiss grew a little rougher, sloppier before she pulls back. “like this.” bada leans her forehead against yours, trying to catch her breath. you could see a string of your mixed saliva connecting your lips. from the way bada smirks, you can tell she noticed too.

“i only touch you like this.” her hands slide down your body slowly, making sure to take her time. she grazes over your clothed chest, down to pull you at your waist making you arch your body into hers, chests flushing together.

she looks down at where your bodies touched, biting back a smile, before reconnecting your lips. you can tell she was getting needy by how eager her kisses were. her tongue brushes over your bottom lip asking for access, which you give, letting her tongue explore yours. you wrap your arms around her neck, wanting her closer, needing to feel more of her. you feel her fingers dip under the seam of your shirt, grazing lightly over your skin. as though a light graze was not enough for her, she brings her warm hands up your shirt to feel more of you. she stops just above your rib cage, thumbs almost dipping underneath your bra.

“fuck baby, i love how you feel.” she pants out. her touch and words spread warmth throughout your body and your hands instinctively find their way to the back of her neck, giving the hairs a slight tug. she moans into your lips. the sounds of sloppy kisses and her quiet moans echoing through the halls send heat between your legs. as if she can sense it, bada pushes a leg in between yours barely grazing where you need her most. you tug at her hair a little harder for being a tease.

“ah, impatient are we?” she groans, loving the slight pain that shoots down her neck.

“YOU TWO BETTER NOT BE MAKING BABIES IN MY BATHROOM!” the sound of lusher’s voice booming from the living room breaks you two apart.

“THAT’S NOT EVEN BIOLOGICALLY POSSIBLE.” bada yells back, rolling her eyes.

“we’ll continue this later.” she smiles, giving you a quick peck.

bonus:

“so did y’all pick a movie?” bada asks nonchalantly as you both sit back down on the couch.

“yeah, but uh… unnie you smudged your lipstick a little.” kyma pointed at the side of her lips.

bada eyes widen as her hand quickly shoots up to wipe at her lips. the other girls laughed at bada incriminating herself.

“idiot you didn’t wear any lipstick today.” you swatted her hand.

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #swf2 #bebe #wlw

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badaslovie · 10 months

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hot or cold?

pairing: mingyu x gn!reader

tropes: established relationship

genre: fluff!!

synopsis: when looking for something on his phone, you find an email you didn’t expect…

noteworthy: mention of marriage, this is so cute i’m sick to my stomach, if you recognise this premise from reddit no u don’t

word count: 1.1k

“what do you mean you can’t find the confirmation?”

“it means that i can’t find the stupid confirmation,” mingyu grumbles, continuously (and furiously) typing away on his phone, frantically looking for the reservation confirmation mail from that super exclusive, fancy restaurant you’re supposed to eat at tomorrow.

well, you’re convinced it’s tomorrow, mingyu says it’s today. which is why he was so utterly flabbergasted when he came home, new shiny suit and all, wanting to pick you up.

only for you to greet him in sweatpants and one of his old shirts. and as much as he loves seeing you all comfy, he couldn’t help freaking out on you a little bit.

“what the fuck are you wearing?” his hands are on your shoulders, eyes boring into yours. you cock your head to the side a little, brows furrowed, “a shirt? your shirt, i guess? gyu, what is—“

mingyu takes your hand and rushes into the bedroom with you in tow, yanking open your closet and expertly picking out some of your more formal attire and throwing them on the bed.

“okay, we can do this, absolutely no problem. you go and freshen up and i pick something for your to wear and then we’ll be out the door in less then ten minutes. sound good?” you blink at mingyu, his ramble only causing you more confusion.

walking over to him you take his hands, effectively ripping his attention away from the bundle of clothes he was sifting through on the bed. “babe, what the fuck is going on? are you okay?”

“am i okay? …are you okay? we’ve waited so long for this reservation, i’m not gonna let us miss it—“ he trails off while yanking his hands free from your hold, gently turning you and pushing you towards the bathroom, “go!”

“gyu, you are aware that the reservation is for tomorrow?” you let yourself be pushed into the bathroom, mingyu now staring at you, doubt evident in his eyes. “it’s today, y/n.”

“it’s tomorrow.”

“it’s today.”

which is what lead to mingyu frantically searching for the booking confirmation he got months ago, trying to figure out which of you was right - though you did start to freshen up just in case mingyu was actually right. just in case.

you let out an exasperated sigh and snatch mingyu’s phone out of his hands, “i love you, but let me look for a second,” you press a quick kiss to his jaw and start typing in the search bar of his mail app.

and there it was!

an order confirmation for a personalised engagement ring.

…a what?

both of you stare at his phone, utterly frozen. mingyu’s eyes drift from his phone screen to your face, trying to figure out if you’re seeing what he’s seeing. maybe you don’t? maybe—

god, who is he kidding.

he half expects you to freak out, to squeal and jump in his arms and pepper his face with kisses — though there also is that small part of him that’s nagging at his happy-go-lucky wishful thinking, insisting that he should be scared that you’re unhappy, that you think it’s too early, that you’ll distance yourself.

but nothing. you don’t look at him, you don’t say anything. you don’t even tap the e-mail to read it all in full.

you clear your throat and grin at mingyu triumphantly, “look! here it is, it’s tomorrow.” you point to the confirmation mail from the restaurant that just so happens to be right above the one for the ring.

“oh…,” mingyu drifts off and the two of you just stare at each other for a second. should you say anything? better not, you decide.

you can’t suppress a small giggle when you press a kiss to his cheek, “go get changed. i’m picking out a movie,” and with that you hand him back his phone, practically skipping back into the living room, leaving an utterly conflicted mingyu behind.

what now?

while you’re busy getting some snacks and drinks from the kitchen, mingyu takes his sweet time changing from his crisp suit into his pyjamas. his mind is racing, his hands are sweaty. should he stick to his plan to propose on your birthday? or should he do it tomorrow, after the dinner? what if you think that he changed his mind now that you know what he’s planning to do, if he doesn’t do it tomorrow? oh god, what if he waits too long and you think the ring is for someone else?!

you barely notice the somewhat tense look on his face when he joins you in the living room, you nuzzling up to him almost on instinct when he finds his place next to you on the couch.

he’s way too nervous to pick up on the hearts in your eyes when you look at him and you’re way too overjoyed to notice how tense he is.

for a while everything is fine, the two of you watching the movie though neither of you really absorb whatever is playing in front of you. you’re still snuggled into his side, fingers tracing little figured on his arm.

he sighs quietly and starts playing with your fingers, and the way he almost subconsciously starts to caress your ring finger makes you bite your lip to stifle the squeal that threatened to come out, opting to nuzzle into his neck to hide your face instead.

your adorable giggle against his neck is what finally makes him look down at you, lacing your fingers together, “what’s so funny?”

it’s a stupid question. you both know.

you can’t hide the dopey smile on your face and just shrug, head resting against his shoulder, “i don’t know.”

mingyu pulls you closer against him, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple, “you know, baby.”now you’re both giggling, and if someone were to see you they’d probably think you’re insane.

you just can’t bottle it all up anymore so you let out a little squeal, almost crushing him in a tight hug, face hidden in his neck.

“…is it here? at home?” you whisper, biting your lip when he nods. “is it hidden?,” he nods again, wrapping his arms around you a little tighter. for second it’s quiet between you two, mingyu pressing a small kiss to your forehead.

“can we play the hot or cold game? until i find it?” and he almost curses when you finally look up at him; the excited sparkles in your eyes, the pure adoration they hold almost makes him crumble but he stays strong.

as cute as you are, he already has it all planned out. you just have to wait a little linger.

he chuckles, a hand coming up to cup your face, the warmest and softest look on his face and for a second you’re sure he’s gonna say yes.

“absolutely not, baby,” he mumbles, pulling your face in for a kiss.

it was worth a try, you guess.

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