#JustJerk

[ssivinee]

✧Picture Perfect✧

BEBE! Bada Lee x Model! F Reader: Bada is scheduled to send a choreography demo in 2 days, and with the members of Bebe by her side, they've been preparing for the filming day. You decide to stop by their studio to give your little sister and her friends some food, but get more than just a thank you.

Word Count: 5k

Note: First fic, and it's Bada??? Was gonna wait to post this but I got way too excited. Half-proofread.

Character Vision Board

It was 5 p.m. in the JustJerk dance studio, and Team Bebe's Lee Trio spent the whole day brainstorming ideas for their upcoming project. Well it was mainly Bada doing all the work as she was the lead choreographer. She had just been given the opportunity to work on Rover by Kai, which she gladly accepted.

By now, Bada had been Kai's favorite choreographer, as she slowly becoming an in-house choreogrpaher for multiple SM groups. The two loved working with each other, and when Bada worked with him, she always had Lusher and Tatter by her side. As Bada was Kai's main girl, Tatter and Lusher were Bada's.

Yet somehow, after knowing them for so many years, Bada was surprised to hear about Tatter's unkept secret.

"You have a sister?" Bada questions, almost yelling, as she paces around the studio. The younger girls eye her. They look at each other in concern and a glint of mischief.

"Yup, and unnie is your age," Tatter says as she sends messages to her older sister, sending her directions to their bulding and the room.

"Why do you seem so worried, unnie?" Lusher teases, and Bada raises her arms in defeat, "I'm meeting your older sister, who I didn’t even know existed, for the first time, and I look like a mess right now." She sulks, and the two giggle.

Bada, noticing Lusher's lack of reaction, points at the girl accusingly, "You knew she had a sister?!" The brunette shrugs nonchalantly, "I met her a few times already. The other day, I saw her at the mall, and she bought me this stuffed animal key chain. She's basically my girlfriend now." Lusher grabs her keys, showing them off to the two.

Bada's eyes widen at the statement, walking up to the younger to inspect the key chain. It was a stuffed Pororo head, and she couldn't help but smile at the resemblance of the chain to her fellow dancer.

Tatter rolls her eyes hard, smacking Lusher's forehead lightly. "You and your delusions about my unnie."

"A girl can dream," Lusher says, lying on the floor as she scrolls through her phone.

The door then opened and revealed a tall woman who held a bag of food in her hand. She looked as if she had just gotten off the runway.

If Bada was worried about looking like a mess due to her dancing, she had other problems now. Her face couldn’t hide the stunned look that formed.

The smile on your face had the studio's energy go in reverse. Upon seeing the woman, Bada's usual gaze turned into puppy eyes, looking ever so helpless.

She knew to expect someone pretty since Tatter was stunning, but she didn't expect this. You looked like a goddess, as a specific energy radiated off you, and Bada couldn't pinpoint what it was.

Tatter jumps up, seeing her older sister, and pulls her towards the two. "Yah, yah, you're gonna pull my arm off," you joke to your sister, swatting her arm away. Your eyes meet a familiar pair on the floor, and you crouch beside the younger girl, patting her head.

"Lusher, how have you been?"

"I've been good unnie, just tired." Bada watches your interaction with smiling eyes as she sees the pout form on your lips. You give Lusher a warm and long hug as she sighs, relaxing into your body.

Tatter takes the bag out of your hand and begins pulling you again, but this time towards Bada.

"Y/n unnie, meet Bada unnie. Bada unnie, meet Y/n unnie." The blond introduced you two frantically, and you chuckled at your sister's high energy despite knowing she’d been dancing all day. Bada's eyes meet yours, and you can feel a sense of warmth engulfing you.

"Bada-nim, I've heard a lot about you," you give her a gentle handshake, and the tall dancer wanted to melt right on the spot. Your hands felt soft and warm despite the weather outside having a cold breeze.

She only jokes, "Hopefully, only good things," trying to cover up her nerves. "Of course, thank you for taking care of my sister," you tell her genuinely. Your statement makes Bada feel fulfilled for some reason.

"We should eat now?" You question the three, and the two younger ones just cheer, both racing to the fried chicken you brought for them.

This causes the two girls to sit together and chat, so you and Bada have no choice but to get to know each other. You deemed it to be a good thing, though. You'd finally meet the woman your little sister admired so much, almost to the point that she couldn't shut up about the sisterly love they had for each other.

"So Bada-nim-"

She cuts you off, "Please just call me Bada." You nod at the sincerity of her voice, and you smile, seeing her face show anything but. Her eyes held a sense of nervousness behind them as she fiddled with her fingers.

"So Bada, how long have you been dancing for?"

"God, for as long as I can remember. I'd say I started around 9 years ago."

You looked confused as you chewed on some chicken, "Only 9? Seems like you've been doing this for longer." Bada's brow raises in interest, "You've seen how I dance?"

"Who hasn't? It also doesn't help that Tatter shoves your videos in my face after every filming."

Your sister hears you and gives the two older ones an innocent smile, and you threatened her by pretending to hit her. "So you know about me, but I don't know anything about you."

"Well, have the pleasure of getting to know me, Bada," you kid, but she looks at you in sincerity. "What do you do for a living?"

"I'm a model under YG KPLUS," you say as you sip on the water. Bada's eyes widen, but she then chuckles, "That would make a lot of sense."

"How about hobbies?" She asks, and you glance at her, seeing she pays so much attention to you as you speak. You try to cover up your flustered state by eating more chicken, "I like to read and paint as well."

"Oh, and dance." You say it as if you forget, despite ironically being in a dance studio.

That almost set Bada off into space. You had a sense of humor, seemed intelligent, genuine, caring, had a pretty smile, AND you like to dance? Let's remember the fact that you are gorgeous as well.

In Bada's eyes, you had it all.

"Would you wanna try what we're working on?" Bada asks, and Lusher's eyes linger on the two. It was an unspoken rule amongst dancers to refrain from talking about a piece you working on as it has to do with an unreleased song by an artist. Yet her stern teacher was willing to break that rule just for you.

"Don't you think Bada unnie is acting weird around your sister?" Lusher whispers to the blond as the two watch the model and oldest dancer stretching in the center as they talk. "What do you mean?"

"I mean-" Lusher can't finish her sentence as Bada begins teaching you by counts.

Bada's gaze never left your body as you executed every move she showed you. Your outfit exuded idol energy, and your height enhanced the power you added to each movement. Her ears listening to your heeled boots clacking with almost every step.

She then presents the fast-paced portion of the dance, hitting every move with a manly sense of feeling. This was supposed to be the most challenging part of the song, yet you copied it perfectly in one go.

"Do you get your skills from your unnie, Taeyoung-ah?" Bada jokes at the younger girl, even using her real name, who can only respond with a faked, irritated face.

She turns on the music and counts the both of you in, and you go off. Even with solid hits and many dynamic changes, your body flowed elegantly, taking a more fluid approach with every movement.

Bada can't even be upset at the style you chose to stick with. It suited you the most.

"OMG, Unnie!" Tatter squeals as you finish, pleased at the results you showed after learning the choreo of the final chorus in less than 10 minutes.

"I knew you could dance, but I didn't think you'd get it that fast, unnie," Lusher tells you, and you begin feeling shy.

"Hey, I might not do it for a living like you guys, but I love to dance too."

"Do you dance often?" Bada asks, and you nod, "Yeah, I usually dance at YGX with Lee Jung in my free time since it's convenient."

Bada looks at you, a bit offended. "You've been dancing with Lee Jung and not with us?" She gestures to the three of them with her hand, and you giggle at her action. "As I said, the KPLUS building is 30 minutes away from here, so just going to their studio saves me more time."

"Come here from now on," you're taken aback a little, Bada's tone more demanding. You look at your sister, who gives you furious, encouraging nods as Lusher gives you a double thumbs up.

You smile, turning to Bada, who looks pleased even if you haven't answered. With an eye roll and a tiny chuckle, "Fine."

You had an off day on Friday and decided to stop by the JustJerk Academy. As your sister told you about one of the classes today, your mood instantly boots, wanting to feel the freedom of dancing again. Styling yourself in a more comfortable baggy look, you enter the building, seeing a few faces you recognize from Street Man Fighter.

The one you were closest to, J-ho, sees and greets you with wide eyes. "Y/n? What are you doing here?" You hug him as his friends look your way. "I decided to take a class here today. Tatter wouldn't shut up about it all week." You tell them, and your eyes meet the two others.

J-ho realizes you're meeting them for the first time and brings you over to the two. "Y/n, meet Howl and Young-j. Guys, this is Y/n. She's Tatter's older sister." You shake their hands, and Young-j gasps, "That's why you looked so familiar," you giggle at the over-exaggeration.

"I thought you usually dance over at YGX?" You shrugged in response, "A certain someone wanted me to come here from now on."

"Tatter?" You shake your head at your sister's name. "Lusher?" You shake your head again, and the guys begin wondering curiously, but Howl's eyes look at you suspicously, eliminating all other choices, "Bada?"

"Ding ding ding!" You exclaim, and Young-j looks over, surprised. "Bada inviting someone to her class? That's not something you hear every day."

This piques your interest, "Why not?"

J-ho looks at the window door where the lesson would be held, "She usually doesn't invite people. We kinda just show up every now and then." You nod at the new information.

"Well, let me head in before my sister bombs my phone with messages."

They wave you off, and as you enter, your eyes meet multiple students ranging from many ages. You are astonished by the variety of people in the room. Many foreigners, teens, and adults joined Bada's class, demonstrating the woman's immense popularity.

Seeing Tatter and Lusher in the corner, you mingle your way over. The blonde's eyes expand, and you giggle at her jittery reaction. You loved how your sister got excited, as you were usually too busy to hang out with her despite living in the same apartment. The two girls hug you, and Lusher stays by your side, leaning her head on your arm due to the height difference.

You check around, not seeing the tall teacher, and wonder, "She's not here yet?"

"J-ho and the guys are waiting for her so they can join us today."

"Oh, that's why oppa was outside?" They both nod. "Well, what song are we doing today?"

"Bada unnie is teaching Shirt by SZA again," Lusher grumbles, and Tatter only laughs at her partner. You look at the girl with a fond smile, "Does she teach it often?"

Tatter acknowledges, "Yeah, it's one of her most popular choreographies. It's basically high in demand amongst students."

As you three begin to stretch and chat, Bada walks in a few moments later with her phone, water, and the JustJerk boys following behind her. She was fitted with one of her iconic jerseys, some black cargo pants, and a basic black cap.

During your time modeling, you've met many attractive people ranging from the short, petite, girly women to the tall, elegant, sophisticated types. Yet Bada was seemingly different to you.

Women in Korea typically liked the cute or sexy feminine aesthetic, but the tall dancer was on the opposite spectrum of that. You'd expect to not be fond of her style due to the clothes you modeled for, but you can't help but find Bada irresistible, likely due to her height.

Mind you, the two of you had the same stature.

When Bada's eyes meet yours, her face looks satisfied. "Y/n, I'm glad you decided to join us and not Lee Jung this time," she quips. You decide to tease her, "Well, I was just thinking how someone might get mad at me if I didn't."

"I don't think I'd be mad," Bada ponders but then smirks, "Maybe jealous." You smack her arm lightly and giggle. This woman knew how to make a woman feel wanted, and god, was she good at it.

"We'll start attendance in 10 minutes, so make sure you're all warmed up by then." The latter announces, and everyone gets to stretch. "You think you'll be ready for this?" She asks in a jesting manner. "I'm born ready, Bada." You say in the same tone, but it holds more sincerity. This excites Bada, who wants to see you dance again like last week.

The class began, and it was the most fun you felt. Bada made her classes feel liberating; you wouldn't have it any other way for dance. Your eyes never left her body, always following and copying every movement she did without hesitation.

Everyone begins to notice your presence once you start practicing in the mirror near the edge of the room. Some even recognized your face, causing everyone to whisper amongst one another. You had connected everything Bada had taught and spaced into your own world. Tatter looks at you, admiring your passion, and Lusher looks at you with a simple smile.

On the other side of the room, Bada tried to help dancers who asked, but her vision always traveled to you. She focused on how you marked your movements and positions, using little energy. You gave off perfectionist energy, and Bada could tell as she was one herself.

This causes Bada to contemplate. She wanted to dance with you, but she also wanted to watch as you go full out. After thinking for a while, she decides to film by herself, then let you, Tatter, and Lusher film as the last group.

"You okay with that?" She asks you, and you become eager. "Of course. I haven't danced with my sister in a long time," you say as Tatter stays by your side, hugging your waist ever so tightly.

"Alright. Everyone, we'll begin filming soon! After my take, I'll call some people for groups."

Everyone takes their places in the back of the room, and you, your sister, Lusher, and the JustJerk boys stay more on the sidelines, wanting to watch the front view of Bada's expertise.

Once the music turns on, Bada grooves until the bass hits, and the music begins taking control of the dancer. The control and power this woman had on her body amazed you. Her lines and angles were crisp. The small jolts that led to fluid movements caused an impressed smile to form on your face.

As she ends the piece, she points at you with heavy breaths, your face now flustered by her gesture. Luckily the lights in the academy were dim, or else Tatter and Lusher would be on your ass about it right now.

If Bada wanted to play that game, you'd oblige. Nearing the end of filming, you three were now up, and needless to say, Bada was waiting for this the entire time. You were in the center due to your height.

As the music begins, Tatter hypes you up a little before getting into the groove, and you weren't one to disappoint a crowd, ever. You hit the moves exactly and start to enjoy the spotlight a bit more.

Blood stain on my shirt, new bitch on my nerves.

When that line comes in, you feel up your body more than Bada initially teaches, and the crowd cheers at the new flavor you added. The choreo looks more sensual in the direction you take. Your sassiness, attitude, and vibe made Bada look affectionately at you as she squatted on the ground, watching you three.

Bada felt a little guilty, yet her gaze never left your body despite her dancers being right beside you. You extended your body in ways the tall dancer couldn't comprehend, seemingly like you had prior ballet training. Now she wondered why you were a model if you were this amazing at dancing. But once she looks at your face, she realizes why you may have made that choice.

Let you all in my mental, got me looking too desperate Damn, you ain't deserve.

Your body turns, preparing to move your hips. You smirk over at Bada, who has all her attention on you. Your gaze uttered pure seduction as your hips hit every tick of the song. You drag your thumb and drag it to your waist and feel your midriff up.

Everyone cheers at your sexy ending, and you bow, beginning to feel the aftermath of the dance. Bada's claps grow intense as she smiles at the three of you. Having no restraint, she hugs you tightly, and you let out an airy laugh, adoring the reaction.

The next few weeks followed, and you had been returning to the JustJerk studio almost every Friday. It made Bada look forward to the end of her week as the two of you had gotten closer.

In the second week, Bada began filming with Tatter and Lusher in her group and you. You diversified the style of dance the group brought in every video, and the people loved it. The views began to gradually increase as your appearances became more regular.

You entered the studio on a random Tuesday morning, expecting to be along for the day. Wanting to feel the freedom of dancing by yourself. Connecting your phone to the speaker, your body grooved to the shuffled songs, mainly freestyling. Bada, on the other hand, came into the studio, planning to work on some new choreography until she read that one of the studios was being used.

She was puzzled, aware that no one had a schedule that included classes on a Tuesday. Out of curiosity, she peeks her head at the window and sees your familiar figure. Bada opens the door a little to hear the song you are currently dancing to, and her ears begin to be filled with L.A. Love by Fergie and YG.

You swayed, not using your usual style, and Bada became more intrigued by you. She had only ever seen the elegant and sexy side of you, but you showed many more aspects of hip-hop, and Bada's slight smirk unconsciously widens. You were just capable of everything, huh?

Your body flinches at the claps, and you rest a hand on your beating chest, shocked at Bada's company. "Dude, you almost gave me a heart attack."

She comes in and sets her stuff down in the front. "So you had that in you, and you weren't gonna even show it?" You chuckled heavily, still feeling tired from the freestyle. "It's not a style I'm super confident in performing," and Bada's jaw slacks at your statement.

"Not confident? Impossible," her face shows the confusion that wavers in her statement.

"Come on," she lends a handout, and you accept it, but you grow bewildered as she pulls you into the other room with your guy's items in hand. "What are you gonna do with me?"

Bada's thoughts spiral at the question, knowing you didn't mean it in that way. "I want you to help me for the next class."

"How so?"

"Let's make some choreo together." She simply states as she stretches on the floor. Now your eyes widen, "Bada, I've never taught a class before, let alone make a dance," the anxiety growing in your voice. "If you can dance as well as you do, you can do it. Besides, you're not alone here. You have me." She gives you the cutest smile ever, and you just want to squeeze her cheeks but refrain to avoid embarrassment for the both of you.

She puts on the song, and you hear BILLIE EILISH by Armani White. Your face immediately brightened at the music, and you began grooving, moving into the freestyle. Bada secretly films you, leaving her phone on the floor in your direction. She then joins you, the two of you moving differently, but it works too well. Your duo dynamic seemed to get stronger as the song repeated repeatedly.

Bada could control your body while you could play with hers. Using the usage of your baggy shirts, the two of you touch each other up more than ever. Once 30 minutes go by, Bada stops the filming, and you gasp lightly. "You were recording the entire time?"

"It'll help the ideas come in. Watch." She gestures you over on the floor, and you two begin to watch as you sit beside each other. As it gets to the point where you two become touchy, both of you develop red in color. You peek over at the girl, not realizing the close proximity of your faces, and your breath hitches. Bada's eyes meet yours, and you know you can hear each other's hearts pounding against your chests.

Bada leans closer, but before she gets even close enough, loud music plays from the speaker, scaring the both of you away from each other. Almost feeling as if the two of you had just got caught. Two flustered dancers occupied the room, and Bada coughed, breaking up the slightly awkward silence.

"We should use a lot of the moves from the final dance," you nod, not even having recovered from the previous interaction. The two of you began working, and by the end of the day, you had a successful dance for Friday's class.

Both of you began packing your bags, and Bada looked at you, "You wanna get something to eat? I'll pay?"

"Free food? Count me in," Bada chuckles at your enthusiasm. The two of you stop by a cafe near the studio. It was puppy-themed, and your eyes twinkled at the cuteness of the space. You two sit, order, and eat as Bada makes conversation.

"I just need to ask why you decided to be a model instead of a dancer."

You laugh at her face as she asks you with soft eyes and a mouth filled with bread. "Well, I was scouted by YG about 6 years ago, and it was supposed to be a part-time gig for the most part, but by my first years, I was too deep in to back out. I started getting contracts from other companies, so I decided to stick with it. Dancing became just a hobby for me at that point."

You thought more deeply before elaborating, "Don't get me wrong, I loved dancing with all my heart and soul. I took so many classes when I was younger. My mom signed Taeyoung up for jazz while I mainly focused on ballet, but everything happened, so I stopped."

Your voice began to fade, feeling the heaviness of the confession for the first time. You had a particular passion and drive for dancing when you were younger. Yet when you were given greater opportunities, that love began to wither to the back of your mind. This sense of disappointment in yourself started weighing on you, but being the optimist you are, you shake your head at the thoughts.

"After 4 years of no dancing, I met Lee Jung, and she invited me to their studio at one point. I fell back in love as soon as I stepped foot in that studio. It just felt like home for me."

Bada beams at you, understanding the feeling, but her heart goes haywire again at your words. "I also want to thank you, you know? I don't know what it is, but dancing with you makes me feel..."

You couldn't put it into words and absent-mindedly look at her. "It makes me feel like the old me." Bada's heart swells at the thought you felt grateful for her. That statement made Bada's year.

"Well, let's keep doing great things together," The both of you grin at her words.

And the two of you did just that. Your presence in the dance studio was so constant that you strayed away from modeling a little. You and the tall dancer made more dances together, and you even started teaching some of the classes with Bada by your side.

After multiple classes, you two would hang out almost like you couldn't live without each other's company. You watched movies, went shopping, and went to an arcade with Bada. The both of you loving the friendship that had formed. You even took Bada to a picnic at the park, where you guys ate snacks and painted on mini canvases.

Safe to say, the two were in love after knowing the other for about 3 months.

The latest piece was what changed the course of your relationship. You guys decided to do a duo choreography, but the song is what set off everything.

PILLOWTALK by Zayn.

The preparation for the song was filled with pure sexual tension and heated moments. It got to the point where you thought it may be too much, especially for some students, but Bada shuns away the thoughts, saying, "They're gonna love it, don't worry."

It was finally the day to teach, and the two of you were nervous yet not openly exhibiting it. Your sister and Lusher were aware of the dynamic between you, too, seeing the loving and caring eyes you had for each other, but as neither of you did anything about it, they didn't say anything either.

Though, this week, Tatter was suspicious of how you acted. You showed much more compassion, lovingness, and happiness. Not that this was anything new from you, but Tatter couldn't shake that it was more prominent and likely due to Bada.

The class went smoothly, other than people gasping or being in awe of the move you two developed together.

Everyone felt the intimacy you two radiated.

"I feel like we're interrupting their moment," Tatter jokes to Lusher, but the two were happy at the relationship you two had established right now, even if it wasn't to the point the two wanted for the both of you.

When filming for JustJerk's channel began, it felt like the room was set ablaze. You rested your hands on Bada's abs while she rested her arm around your waist. Both of you wearing crop tops, so there was nothing but skin-to-skin contact. Your warm bodies mixed with one another, both hands not leaving each other's body at any point of the choreo. When you two end, the pose had your arms wrapped around Bada's neck, her hands gripping your waist, foreheads resting on each other.

In that instant, it felt as if you two were the only people in the room, but the moment was interrupted by everyone's claps and cheers. You two bow with hand in hand.

You, Lusher, Tatter, and Bada were left in the studio at the end of class. The younger girls were already done packing and were about to go until the blond and brunette duo pulled their leader to the corner of the room.

"Bada, you need to ask out my sister, please," Bada takes a step back in surprise as her eyes look over to you, who lay on the floor just scrolling through Tiktok. "Seriously, unnie, you two not dating is killing us two," Lusher adds, and Bada lets out an airy laugh.

She looks over at you again, smiling as she sees your cheesing grin from the video you watched. "Fine," she mumbles to the younger girls, shooing them away secretly.

"Y/n unnie, we'll be heading out now," the two wave off, and as the door closes, Bada approaches you, helping you up from the floor.

"You wanna head out to get some food? I found a new place about 20 minutes away," You speak up, but Bada doesn't respond. "Y/n?"

You look at her, worried at her serious tone, "What happened? Are you okay?" You hold her arms in concern, but Bada pouts. "I'm not."

Your puppy eyes form, and you grow even more uneasy. "Why, what happened? Why are you so sad?"

Bada's head looks down, but she forces herself to grab your hands, "I think I'm in love with you," she whispers, and your heart feels like it's beating at 100 miles per hour. Your faces were almost as close as your ending pose for the dance, and your breath got shaky.

Fuck, was all you thought, and you pulled her in for a kiss. It felt as if every emotion and feeling you both had came crashing down.

Bada is surprised but falls into it slowly, resting her hands on your waist. Your vanilla-tasting lips had Bada hooked as she drowned in your scent. Your warm hands are left on her face as you pull away. "I'm in love with you too," you whisper, and Bada smiles.

This was the happiest moment you both wished for, and it finally happened.

A/n: This is my first fic, and it was super nerve-wracking to post this, but this was the first fic I was ready to release.

I have so many drafts, some of which aren't Bada either, but we'll see if I ever release anymore.

I'll also be posting. I have some mood boards for each OC, which I got inspiration from @1luvkarina. It tells a lot more about the character that you guys may not be able to get from the story.

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed it!

-sivine

[janicemxt]

BEBE Edits Since They Won

@janicemusicmxt

[jxrdxnh]

Yk i sometimes feel bad for Howl because of the way Bada fans treat or talk about him. Like i know his dms are flooded with bs. Plus the way people are reacting to her latest interview…

[justjerk-howl]

231115 IG Update

[svt-interactions]

[chipswsauce]

thinking about that one time nain did a choreo to this and it went hard omg

(and then jungkook did it lol)

[badasmuse]

“Birthday Sex”

Bada Lee x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), smoking, penetrative sex, lowercase intended, language, cute names, top!bada, bottom!reader, reader is a dickhead lowkey but not to bada

Summary: it’s y/n’s birthday. ofc bada gon do her right.

a/n: it’s actually my birthday🤭here’s my gift to y’all. my gift FROM y’all? blow this mf up pls!

Song to listen to: Birthday Sex by Jeremih

“i’m so pissed i have to work on my fucking birthday.” you said into the phone standing outside your job taking a smoke break.

“i know my love but you only have a few more hours left. when you get home i’ll have dinner ready, movies and wine, and i’ll run you a bath. does that sound good?” bada asks softly. she knows how upset you are and she doesn’t want to say anything that could make you more upset.

“yeah that sounds amazing.” you inhale the black n mild between your fingers and flick the ashes blowing out the smoke. “i just wish i was in bed with you right now. i’m tired. i asked for it off they told me no. i asked someone to switch shifts they said no. i was gonna call off but they said i’d get written up and i already have two fucking write ups for punching a customer and telling my manager to suck my dick. well that’s not why- i said suck my dick and she said i don’t have one and i replied with “yeah but my girlfriend has a big ass strap and i’d shove it so far down your throat it’ll come out your ass.” then i got written up.”

bada blinks, “y/n you did not tell me that.”

“i know. fuck i gotta go i love you.” you put out the black and hang up when bada returns the words of affection.

hours later you look at the time and and sigh. “fucking finally.”

“y/n i need you to stay an extra-“ you cut your manager off.

“nah bro it’s my birthday and i want to go the fuck home. you and these customers can eat my shorts.” you clock out and dip the fuck out. hopping in your car and speeding out the parking lot bumping your music loudly.

when you get home, you mouth waters at the smell of pasta in the air. “bada?” you say kicking off your shoes.

“hi my love! how was work?” she asks from the kitchen.

“terrible. i hate it there.” you hug her from behind. “i missed you.”

“i missed you more. go sit down i’ll make your plate.” she says, rubbing your knuckles.

once she sets the plate in front of you, you practically moan tasting the alfredo on your tongue.

“is it good?” she asks.

“fucking amazing. i love you.” you say wiping sauce off your mouth with a napkin.

bada once again asks about your day and you tell her everything. you start with the customer you called a dickhead for commenting on how your boobs looked in your work shirt and end with your boss asking you to stay another hour. by now you guys are in the bathroom waiting for the tub to fill up.

“i told her to eat my shorts.” you say, stripping out of your clothes.

bada laughs, turning off the water. “you’re gonna get fired. get in the tub.”

you shrug, “i don’t care i hate her.” a moan leaves your mouth again as you sink into the tub. “can i smoke?” you ask.

she’s never been a fan of you smoking so she doesn’t let you do it in the house but, “since it’s your birthday, i’ll allow it.” she goes and pulls a black from your purse and the lighter she had custom made for your last birthday.

“thank you. i’ll brush my teeth again to get the taste out for when we kiss.” you say lighting it.

her face scrunches at the smell but she remains in the bathroom. she puts her hand in the water running it up and down your leg that isn’t exposed. “i wish we could’ve spent all day together.” she says quietly.

“i know honey i do too. i would quit but i don’t have anything lined up right now.” you sigh.

“we need a receptionist at justjerk… i can put in a good word for you.” she says trailing her fingers up your thigh.

“you’re saying one thing but you’re thinking about something else.” you blow smoke, putting your cigar out.

“you had a stressful day. i just wanna make you feel better.” she says dragging her fingers further up your thigh. “and it’s your birthday..”

she pulls the drain plug and helps you stand, taking down the shower head so she can rinse the bubbles off you. she moves it further down, holding it against your clit for a second before moving down your legs.

a soft whine escapes your lips and bada’s head snaps up. “was that a whine?” she smirks.

usually you’re the dominate one. loud, assertive, all that. especially in bed. man does bada like that. occasionally you’ll let bada top, like when she’s mad and needs to let out steam (which is damn near never. she’s always so happy and giggly.) but, hearing you whine woke something up inside her. now she kinda wants to pin you down and pound into you until you cum all over the bed.

you don’t respond, biting your lip. bada doesn’t like that. “i asked a question.”

your thighs clench as you look down at her, “yes…it was a whine.” you mumble.

she giggles kissing your nose. “come on let’s go in the room.” helping you out, bada wraps you in a towel and guides you to the room. after you brush your teeth of course.

you sit on the bed quietly as bada re-emerges from the closet with her strap in hand. your eyes close at the thought of her using it on you. it’s been awhile and that thing is huge.

bada pushes you back against the bed opening your towel. you put your legs up, spreading them wide for her. you’re dripping onto the towel as you watch her put the strap on.

“bada..” you whine out, “please fuck me.” please fuck me? who are you right now y/n? since when do you beg???

another giggle leaves bada’s lips as she runs the tip of her strap over your clit. she slowly pushes it in, taking her time cause she knows it’s been too long since you bottomed.

tears fill your eyes as she pushes into you. “fuck.” you whisper, covering your face.

“shhh, you’re okay. i’ll go slow.” she says pushing in deeper but at a very slow pace.

“oh god bada wait.” you say when she’s in all the way.

she leans over and plants a kiss on your forehead. “take your time. we have all night.”

after a few minutes you nod your head and bada starts thrusting slowly. you gasp feeling her hit your spot head on. you open your mouth to say something but your phone cuts you off.

“fuck who the fuck..” you go to reach for it but bada grabs you, pinning you down to the bed. “don’t touch that fucking phone.”

you moan in response as her thrusts speed up. your thighs shake and you writhe on the bed. “oh fuck bada just like that!” you scream as she starts pounding into you. “feels.. fuck. you- oh my god..”

“can’t even form sentences. my dumb birthday girl.” bada pants, holding your wrists with one hand and using the other to rub your swollen clit with her long fingers.

you let out another scream as you r body spasms. “cum.. bada c-cum.” you say. you’re supposed to be asking her if you can… or telling her you have to. you’re not too sure anymore. you’re just thinking about the feeling of her thick strap hitting your gspot so good.

“cum for me baby… i need a big mess to clean up.” she giggles, lifting your leg on her shoulder.

her giggles make you moan louder. you clench around the strap, cumming hard. your vision goes white and your leg shakes on her shoulder. “fuck bada pull out it’s too much.”

she does as you ask and bites her lip as she watches your cum squirt out of you. she now remembers why you hate bottoming.

“fuck the bed is gonna be all wet and we’ll have to sleep in the guest room.” you whine out when you come down from your high.

“baby.. relax. you came on the towel. the bed is fine.” bada says taking off the strap. like always, she kneels down and starts licking the cum off your thighs and your cunt making sure you’re not too sticky before you go to bed.

you moan loudly. you feel clean but she keeps eating you out. “OKAY- big thirsty ass that’s enough.” you moan pushing her head back. “you got it all up.”

she pouts, “but you taste good.”

“let me rest. wake me up in an hour and i’ll let you eat me out till your heart gives out.” you mutter closing your eyes.

“happy birthday my love.” she whispers as you fall asleep.

W birthday honestly.

[badasbebi]

the cupid project ➛ 1/2

part two

✦ pairing: bada lee x fem!reader

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

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

✦ word count: 7k

✦ warnings: isn't proofread. another unrealistic meet cute that doesn't really make sense. smut in part 2

✦ a/n: another two-parter simply bc my fics are too long. 2nd part is finished and will, again, be posted soon (literally tomorrow). didnt put as much thought into this one as I have with my other stories, which will probably be a pattern from now. still think its fun. enjoy!

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"It's been three minutes. Why are we still waiting on people?" Youngj fusses, running his fingers through his hair, tousling it

"Relax, Jae. You called us here last-minute. People are busy," Minho says from where he is sitting, scrolling through his phone.

Youngj's eyes snap to him. "Too busy for an emergency meeting with their boss?" He retorts, raising an eyebrow. 

Minho looks at him, then shrugs. "Well, that's what happens when you hire a bunch of ultra-talented, sought-after dancers. We don't need you," He finishes, swiftly turning back around, sunglasses concealing his eyes. 

Youngj gapes for a second, then seemingly surrenders, slouching back in his chair with a scowl. 

Meanwhile, you're balancing a camera lens in your hand on the sofa across from them, twisting and turning the machinery in your hand as you stifle your laughter. Still being somewhat new to the team, you weren't sure if you necessarily had the right to take part in Minho's teasing. You became an employee at JustJerk Dance Academy only six months ago, after JustJerk announced that they were looking for new hires. However, you weren't a part of their star-studded lineup of top choreographers and instructors. Instead, you were hired to be a videographer and photographer, working behind the scenes to ensure that every breathtaking move, every impassioned sequence, and every dancer was captured flawlessly. 

Which, it was not like it was very hard. The people here were phenomenal enough as it was, making your time spent at work nothing less than a blessing for someone who's long watched dancers from the sidelines. Even better, the members of JustJerk Dance Academy aren't just a group of talented dancers, but also a lovely group of people. They're kind and caring, often inviting you out to eat after a long day of filming or helping you with the things you struggled with. Sometimes, you still got awestruck around them because it was such a far cry from what you were used to. But, it was beginning to feel like home. And, as the days went by, everyone started to feel more and more like family.

Well, almost everyone.

Suddenly, you hear the doors swing open and glance up to see who's arrived.

"Sorry I'm late," A voice rings throughout the room, revealing none other than the legend herself, Bada Lee. 

Even after having passed by her a million times, the woman never failed to take your breath away. She was gorgeous and had an allure unlike anyone else, with a presence that seemed to shift the energy in every room she entered. In other words, she was also intimidatingly cool, which led to you frequently avoiding her because you were, simply, terrified. Though she's always been nothing but sweet and brilliant during your brief interactions, this kindness almost made things worse. It'd be much easier to disregard her if she was an asshole. Unluckily for you, she was one of the most charming people you've encountered in your life, making it nearly impossible to ignore the magnetic pull that's been causing an increasing amount of debauched thoughts and dreams. 

Bada walks toward the rest of the group with an apologetic smile on her face. Her long, black and blonde hair was tied back in a bun, and her baggy clothes were noticeably wrinkled, suggesting that she came straight from practice. Despite her slightly disheveled appearance, she looked as enticing as ever. 

You avert your gaze and continue playing with the camera equipment in your hands, attempting to appear nonchalant. 

"What happened? You're never late," Youngj asks, sitting upright. 

"I was helping one of my students out with a routine and got a little distracted. Sorry," Bada explains with a pout, sitting down on a separate couch next to yours. You keep your eyes on the camera in your hands.

"Don't worry about it, I just need everyone's attention for a few moments," Youngj says, scanning the room. "Is this everyone?"

"No, Redllic should be coming in soon. She was right behind me," Bada says, looking over at the door.

Your eyebrow inadvertently quirks up at the sound of Redllic's name escaping her lips. 

"Good enough, then. Let's get started," Youngj leans forward in his seat, clapping his hands together. "I want to first apologize to all of you for calling you here so abruptly. Unfortunately, this was the only time I had to get you all here together.”

Everyone eagerly waits for him to speak, the air thick with curiosity as Youngj takes a deep breath, his gaze shifting from one person to another.

"So, to clarify, I didn't call you guys here for anything particularly important."

Minho laughs bitterly. "I fucking knew it."

Youngj gives him a pointed look before continuing. "There's a special event that the company is holding and I wanted to inform all of you about it in-person, because even though it isn’t anything to worry about, it is admittedly a bit...unusual for us."

"What is it?" Redllic asks, appearing out of thin air. Everyone, except for Bada, jumps slightly, surprised by her sudden arrival.

"Redllic!" Youngj says, placing a hand on his heart. "You scared the hell out of me."

"Oh, sorry," Redllic shrugs, plopping down next to Bada, throwing her feet onto the coffee table. "What's going on?"

"Right, um," Youngj clears his throat. "As I was saying, there's an event that we're hosting for Valentine's Day. We're calling it the 'Cupid Project.' Basically, you're all going to get into pairs, and you'll be doing a variety of activities together," Youngj explains, his eyes scanning the group, watching the reactions on everyone's faces. 

Ew, is the immediate word that pops into your head. This reminded you of the group projects your teachers forced you to do in school. You can already see how this project will play out, and it's probably not going to be pretty. Based on the skeptical expressions you can make out, you are at least relieved to see that you aren't the only one feeling hesitant. 

"What kind of activities?" Bada asks softly, tilting her head.

"Just activities to get to know each other. Doing things you wouldn't normally do," Youngj replies, shrugging his shoulders. "Jho and I have some planned activities, but the point is for you and your partner to find things to do voluntarily. If we plan everything out for you guys, then it'll be completely forced."

"Wait, wait, wait," Minho interjects, pushing his sunglasses onto the top of his head. "So, you're telling me I have to go on a date with someone here?"

"No," Youngj shakes his head. "We're not forcing you to fall in love or anything. This is purely platonic, just a fun way to bond with each other. And there'll be a prize," Youngj says, wagging his finger.

"A prize?" Minho echos, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes. You and your partner will compete against the others and the pair who does the most activities and seems to have actually become good friends with each other will win a reward."

"How are you measuring that?" Hoyeon, another videographer, asks. 

"We'll conduct anonymous votes and collect them at the Valentine's Day party we're hosting," Youngj explains. "But, it's not supposed to be all that serious, everyone. We're just trying to do something fun and, you know, team-build since we've gotten a lot of new hires recently. And, we'll get a good video out of it. We're planning on making a highlight reel of the Cupid Project for our Youtube Channel, which will be nice promotional material, too."

So that's what this was really about: content. Truthfully, you wouldn't have an issue with this if it were not very likely that you'd be the one filming or editing this highlight reel. You internally groan, realizing you'll have to deal with an increased workload because of this clusterfuck. 

"I think it's a great idea," Redllic says, a mischievous smirk on her face. You watch her glance at Bada, who is staring at nothing with an unreadable look in her eyes.

"Well, what's the prize?" Minho asks. 

"600,000 KRW"

Others around the room whisper in excitement. You almost drop your camera. Out of shock, yes, but also because that was exactly the amount of money you needed to buy a brand new camera that you've been eyeing for ages. You've been wanting to record more complex videos, wanting to work on actual music video sets, but your current setup is limiting you. If you were able to get your hands on that camera now, you'd be about a year or two ahead of the original timeline you had in mind. You bite the inside of your lip, hoping Youngj doesn't see the desperation in your eyes.

"Holy shit," Hoyeon mutters. 

The two of you make eye contact, and you already know that the two of you are working together. You were close, having joined the company at the same time and being around the same age. This would be an easy win. 

"Alright, so it's settled, then," Youngj says, a confident grin forming on his face.

"Are we choosing our own partners?" Redllic asks, moving a blonde strand of hair away from her face. 

"No. That would lead to a bunch of people asking to be paired with people they're already friends with, which would make the whole thing pointless. We're drawing names out of a hat," Youngj says, gesturing towards the baseball cap resting on the coffee table.

Everyone collectively groans. You try not to cry. 

"Stop, come on, don't make this difficult," Youngj frowns. "The sooner you choose, the more time you have to prepare. Now, who wants to go first? I already have your names written,"

"Wait, let me go first," Hoyeon volunteers, jumping up and grabbing the hat. She reaches her hand inside and picks a small slip of paper out, then reads it aloud. You bite your lip, praying.

"Howl," Hoyeon declares, holding the piece of paper out for everyone to see. 

Your name is not Howl, but you nearly howl right then and there. Realistically, the probability that you would get who you wanted was unlikely considering the number of people in the room. Nonetheless, it hurt. 

The man with the wolf-centric name quietly stands and moves away from the corner he was situated in. He had been quiet the entire meeting, and most did not really notice he was there until Hoyeon mentioned his name.

"Guess it's you and me," Hoyeon laughs, smiling at the tall figure beside her.

Howl gives her a slight smile, shakes her hand, and they sit back down.

"Alright, Bada. Why don't you come over here?" Youngj says, gesturing to the coffee table.

"The one that everyone wants, I'm sure," Redllic comments with a bemused smirk, causing a clamor of chuckles.

Bada scoffs, and heads over to the table. She reaches into the hat, rustling through the papers. You hold your breath, reminding yourself of the unlikelihood that you'd be the name she pulled. However, as the woman's fingers curl around a single sheet of paper, your heart skips a beat. You feel as if you were the one reaching into the hat.

Bada pulls the paper out and unfolds it, her eyes scanning the sheet. Then, her eyes lock with yours, and your heart leaps. 

"Y/N," Bada calls out, holding the paper up.

You freeze, the room spinning around you. There's no way. 

Bada cocks her head to the side. "It's you, right?"

"Oh! Um, yeah," You sputter, quickly gathering the camera equipment around you.

You hear whispers and feel a hundred pairs of eyes on you as you walk over to the girl. You ignore the feeling of your skin burning. 

"Hey, Y/N. It's nice to officially meet you. I've seen you around a lot," Bada says, eyes warm.

"Yeah, nice to officially meet you, too," You say, extending your hand.

Her hand is warm and soft, enveloping yours like a blanket. Your hand feels cold and sweaty. 

"Interesting," Redllic quips, eyes darting between you two, a glint in her gaze. Bada tears her eyes away from you, giving the blonde woman a questioning look as she retracts her hand.

You take the opportunity to step away, returning to your seat and letting the other dancers pull names. The rest of the pairings are revealed without much commotion, except for Minho's, who loudly complains when he has to partner up with Jaeyong, a good choreographer, but awkward man. 

After all the names are drawn, everyone is dismissed. You're quick to leave the room, eager to return to the comfort of your familiar space behind the camera.

"Y/n! Slow down! We need to talk!" Hoyeon calls, catching up to you.

You turn around, side-stepping out of the way of people walking past you in the hallway. You wait for her to stop in front of you before you speak."With all due respect, I don't really want to talk right now. I just want to record. Then go home, and eat some ramen."

"With Bada?" Hoyeon sings, a cheeky grin forming on her face.

"Shut up," You mumble, rolling your eyes and continuing down the hall.

"Wait, why are you so bummed?" Hoyeon starts, following behind you, "Bada's cool?"

You sigh. "Exactly. She's cool. I'm...not."

"What? Yes, you are. Why would you think otherwise?" Hoyeon scoffs, her eyes narrowed.

"I just," You pause in the hallway again, trying to formulate the words. "I'm a little scared of her, is all."

"Scared?" Hoyeon questions, her forehead wrinkling. "She's nice though. You don't have anything to worry about."

"Yeah, but she's so pretty, and talented, and again, I'm not. Not in the way extraordinary way that she is, I mean.” You explain, shoulders slumping. 

A look of realization dawns upon Hoyeon's face, and she laughs menacingly. "Oh, I see what this is. You think she's hot, and you're a scaredy cat who's afraid of rejection. Case closed. I understand."

"That's not how I would phrase things but, essentially, yes," You concede, turning the corner.

"You're being silly. She's not a god. She's literally just a human being...a very sexy human being but a human being nonetheless. Just talk to her like one," Hoyeon suggests, shrugging her shoulders. "I mean, are you not going to try to get that money? I know you want it. I saw that crazed look in your eye once Youngj made it to that fifth zero."

You laugh, "I mean, yes, I really want that money. I don't know if it's possible though. Even if I wanted to reach out to her, she’s so busy I doubt she's planning on actually committing to this. Especially because she's already loaded."

"You don't know until you try you wimp," Hoyeon says, nudging you in the arm.

"Ow," You groan, rubbing the spot in a manner that probably proves her point. "Aren't you going to try for the money too? Where's Howl, huh?"

"We're friends already, it'll be chill. I don't know if we'll necessarily win the money, but, like, we'll have a good time," Hoyeon states, grinning.

"Ugh, gross," You say, sticking out your tongue.

She ignores your immaturity. "What do you wanna do with the money anyway?" Hoyeon asks, leaning against the wall next to an entrance to one of the dance studios.

"Remember that equipment I told you about? So I can start working on sets?"

"Oh, right," Hoyeon says, crossing her arms. "You said that you've been wanting to do that for a while, y/n. Are you really not going to talk to Bada? I’ve recorded with her a few times now and I mean it when I say that she's nice as hell. I feel like she'd probably be down, or, at the very least, will understand if you explain things to her. "

"I'll try. Maybe. At some point. It's not going to be today, though," you mutter, reaching for the studio door before you are stopped by Hoyeon jabbing her french-tipped fingernail into your chest. 

"You better. Or else," Hoyeon threatens, a dark expression coming over her. 

"Move your finger, please," You say, swatting her hand away.

Hoyeon rolls her eyes. "Whatever. Good luck filming. I'm gonna go find Howl. Love ya,"

"Yeah, yeah. Have fun," You wave goodbye to her as she walks down the hall, pulling out her phone.

Once she's out of sight, you release a deep sigh and push open the door, only to be met with the sight of a familiar face. 

"Oh," You breathe.

Bada turns, a surprised expression on her face. "Y/n, hi. Were you coming in?"

"Um, yeah," You reply, slowly entering the room and closing the door behind you. "Are you rehearsing something?"

"Yeah," Bada answers, glancing at the mirror.

"Sorry. I can go-"

"No, no, don't worry about it. If you need to film in here, that's fine. I'll just go next door," Bada says, waving her hand.

You pause, taking a breath. Now’s your chance. "Actually, forget the recording, could I talk to you real quick? About the...cupid thing?"

"Yeah, of course. I was actually hoping we'd get a chance to talk," Bada grins, sitting down on the floor and patting the spot beside her.

You hesitantly walk over and sit down next to her. You take a moment to compose yourself, running your fingers along the smooth fabric of your pants.

"So," Bada prompts.

"Uh," You stammer, wracking your brain for what you were supposed to say. "Um, well, I just wanted to say that, uh, you are really, um, talented. And-oh, this sounds really weird." You finish, running a palm down your face in embarrassment. 

"No, no, it's not," Bada chuckles, a gentle smile on her face. "Thank you, though. But, um, that's not what you wanted to say, right?"

"Right. Sorry," You apologize, a rush of blood filling your cheeks.

"Don't worry. Take your time. We have a lot of it," Bada reminds you, studying the expression on your face. Her voice and words are calming, but her staring is freaking freaking you out further. 

You take another deep breath, hoping to quell your nerves. "Okay. I'm sorry. Uh, I'll try again. What I really wanted to say is, I know that it’s a stupid contest, and that you probably don't care about winning, but I actually really want to participate in that project and win that prize money. And, I was hoping you'd, maybe, help me win?" Before she can respond, you launch into another tangent. "I'm sorry, you're probably busy, which is okay, but I just want to upgrade my equipment so I can get more opportunities outside of-"

"Hey," Bada says, gently laying her hand on top of yours. "Of course I'll help you. You don't have to apologize. I think it'll be fun."

You nearly spiral, but Bada's touch is surprisingly soothing, and you calm down despite your anxiety. 

"Oh, wow. Thank you, so much," You breathe.

"It's not a big deal, seriously. I'm looking forward to it," Bada insists, squeezing your hand.

You stare at her, and her kind, sparkling eyes. What have you gotten yourself into?

You both sit there for a second, a pregnant pause in the air, before you quickly pull your hand away, remembering how sweaty they were.

Bada smiles, unphased. Then, she begins tapping her fingers rhythmically against the ground, a contemplative look on her face as she stares at the space where your hands were previously intertwined. 

"So," Bada suddenly looks up. "If you're just in it to win it, and you really want a fair shot, I think we need to do something a little extreme."

You blink, scared. "What do you mean…extreme?"

She bites her lip and you have to resist the urge to stare. "Youngj said this was supposed to be platonic, so that's how most people are going to approach it. How do we seem better or stronger than other platonic relationships? What’s more intense than that?"

You must be misunderstanding where she's going with this. "Um, a romantic one?" You say, furrowing your eyebrows.

To your shock, she nods. "Exactly. Y/n, I'm saying that we should make our Cupid partnership a romantic one," Bada states, her expression serious.

Your head is spinning. She is taking this much more seriously than you were anticipating. You were expecting to just go out for coffee a few times, and maybe post a picture of your twinning lattes on instagram to sell your friendship. You have no idea how to process this more intense proposition.

"Are you suggesting that we pretend to date each other?" You confirm.

A beat of silence. She leans back slightly, her eyes flickering. "I mean, yeah. Sure," She pauses. "Unless you're not comfortable with that."

"I am," You respond, the lie escaping your mouth with ease. 

Bada's eyes widen and she sits up, a smile growing on her face. "You're sure? If you're not cool with that, we don't have to. I know the idea is a little bit out there. I just, uh, want to help," She babbles, her fingers tapping against the floor again. 

You laugh. Was Bada Lee nervous? "I'm not uncomfortable with it. I trust you. As long as it helps us win,"

"It will, I promise. I'll make it worth your while," Bada vows, her expression determined.

"I can't wait," You laugh again, feeling the butterflies in your stomach flutter.

"Cool," She breathes, her body relaxing. "Well, I should go. I'll talk to you tomorrow?"

You grin, nodding. "Yeah, that'd be great."

"Awesome," She smiles, standing up. She reaches her down and grabs your hand, pulling you up. "I'm not gonna be able to actually meet-up with you tomorrow because I have something scheduled, but I already have your phone number. I'll text you."

You nod, distracted and unable to speak as her soft fingers brush against your palm.

"Bye-bye," She waves cutely, her long legs swiftly carrying her across the room. You wave back, her departing smile etched into your brain as you watch the door click shut behind her. Then, you're alone. 

You stare at the floor, processing the interaction. You had just agreed to pretend to date one of the hottest and most intimidating women you had ever met. You had no clue why you did it. Maybe the promise of money and fulfilled dreams had blinded you. Still, the whole thing seemed a little too ridiculous. Too dangerous. 

But there was no backing out now. You already went through the trouble of telling Bada about your desperation, and you told her that you trusted her. You'd have to commit. 

"Well," you whisper, hugging yourself in a soothing motion. "Here goes nothing."

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You fidget within the plush confines of your seat, hesitantly glancing around your dimly lit surroundings as you twist a gleaming piece of silverware between your fingers. Your other hand remains in your lap, afraid to touch the red linen covering your table. Your gaze settles on a couple a few tables away from you, clinking their wine glasses together with pompous grins. It crosses your mind that the wine they're drinking is probably worth more than the money you're doing all of this for, and you make the executive decision to reach for the bottle of wine the woman sitting across from you generously bought. 

When you drop your fork to outstretch your hand toward the bottle, the woman in question seems to notice, hurriedly grabbing ahold of it before you can reach it, and pours the liquid into your glass, herself. 

"Thank you," you murmur, retracting your hand and finally allowing it to fall on the table. 

"No problem," Bada replies, her voice warm and velvety, like the wine. She pushes your drink toward you, and you hurriedly snatch it up to take a large gulp, allowing it to trickle down your throat. The heat of the alcohol soothes your anxiety, and you exhale deeply. 

Your relief lasts for approximately one millisecond. Because, in the next, you're putting your drink down and are being reminded of the predicament you've gotten yourself into. Bada's preoccupation with her menu gives you the chance to observe the way the soft glow emanating from a nearby lamp illuminates her features. The light traces the curves of her face, accentuating every perfect line. Her eyebrows furrow in concentration, compelling you to consider reaching over the table to smooth the lines over with your thumb. When you try to look away, your gaze locks on the pouting of her lips as she focuses on whatever she's reading. 

"I'm thinking of getting the Frutti Di Mare," she voices, snapping you out of your trance. She sets the menu down and looks up, a gentle smile on her face.

"I don't know what that is," you respond dumbly. 

She laughs, the sound light and airy, causing the skin near her eyes to wrinkle adorably. "I thought Italian was your favorite?"

"It is," you confirm, feeling flustered. "I just-the Italian places I go to are super watered down. The fanciest thing you'll see there is fettuccini alfredo,"

"That makes sense," Bada nods, her smile turning playful. "Then, I'll let you know what it is. It's basically seafood. I think it's usually served with pasta."

"Ah," you reply, nodding slowly. "Tasty."

Bada laughs again, and you feel like a scratched CD—unable to get any words out, twitching in place, devilish sounds threatening to enemate from you at any moment. "I'll make sure to order an extra portion for you to try. Unless, of course, you don't want me to."

"No, that works. I'm fine with that," you respond, quickly.

"I figured." Bada smiles knowingly.

Your hand clutches your chest. "Hey, is that a little shade? Did I miss it? Please, elaborate," you joke, leaning forward.

Bada giggles. "Maybe. You've been drinking a lot of that wine. And I think you ate most of the breadsticks."

You glance at your breadcrumb filled plate, then at the half-empty basket of breadsticks. "Oh. Wow. I did."

"You did," Bada affirms, her expression amused. She scoots her chair closer and takes a sip of her own drink, her tongue darting out to lick her lips once she's done. You have the overwhelming urge to mimic the motion, but resist, choosing to instead stuff another breadstick in your mouth.

You swallow the last bits of the breadstick, wiping the crumbs off of your mouth, only for a new, smaller, crumb to appear. Bada notices, and when she raises her arm, your breath hitches. You feel her soft hand graze the side of your face, the pad of her thumb rubbing the crumb off your lip.

"There we go," Bada smiles, satisfied. You can't help but lean into her touch, the warmth of her skin a pleasant contrast against the cold room.

You're startled out of the moment when the waiter appears, setting a basket of warm bread down. You jump, moving away from Bada.

"Have we decided what we'd like to eat?" he asks, his accent thick.

Bada nods, seemingly unaffected by the exchange. "Yes, we're ready. I'll have the Frutti di Mare."

"Great choice," the waiter says. "And, for you, miss?"

"Um, Spaghetti," you answer, your voice strained. 

The waiter scribbles down the order. "Anything else to drink?"

"I’m good, thank you," Bada answers, her tone sweet, smiling gratefully at the man.

"I'll be right back with your food," the waiter bows his head, his ponytail bouncing, and swiftly leaves the table, leaving the two of you alone. 

Avoiding eye contact with Bada, you grab ahold of your glass and drink. The air crackles with something subtle, and you find yourself stealing glances at Bada’s pretty face in between sips, your cheeks warming.

But you needed to get down to business. It’s already been two days since you discussed fake-dating, and this is the first time you’ve done anything together. The clock was ticking.

You placed your drink down on the table and swallowed loudly, causing Bada to stop fiddling with the napkin in front of her in favor of looking at you. 

"So," you start.

"So," she copies.

"What's the plan?" you ask, drumming your fingers against the table.

Bada's eyebrows furrow again. "The plan?"

"For the whole Cupid thing," you clarify.

"Oh," she says, blinking. "Right. Well, I was thinking, that this was sort of the plan."

"This being..."

"Dinner. At a fancy restaurant," she responds, gesturing to her surroundings. "People will see us hanging out together here, and it'll get the rumor mill running. I wouldn't be surprised if the media picked it up, honestly. I think it's a pretty solid first step. We're just planting the seeds,"

You nod. "Yeah, okay. That makes sense. How do we get from here to actually dating?"

She leans back in her chair, pondering the question. "Hm. I don't know. An Instagram post, maybe? A soft launch?"

You consider this. "Okay, sure. But, what would the picture be of? This is all so, vague."

Bada shrugs, nonchalant. "We'll figure it out as we go. We're gonna be spending a lot of time together for the next few days so there'll be plenty of opportunities for pictures. For now, I think we should just enjoy dinner. We're supposed to look like a couple in love right now and I don't know if trying to scientifically plan a soft launch is really giving romance."

"Right," you sigh. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize," Bada says, reaching across the table to give your hand a quick squeeze.

You're interrupted by the waiter returning, bringing the food. He carefully sets the dishes down, and a delectable smell fills the air.

"Bon appetit," the waiter bows his head and disappears again.

"Thanks," you call after him, taking a moment to observe the meal.

"It looks great," Bada comments, reaching for her fork.

"It does," you agree, grabbing your own utensils. You take a tentative bite, moaning loudly as the flavors immediately explode in your mouth. "Holy fuck."

Bada stares at you, wide-eyed and frozen, a piece of pasta still stuck on her fork.

You blush, covering your mouth. "Oh my gosh, sorry."

She gulps, snapping out of her stupor. "No, no, it's fine. That was just, a, uh. It seems like you really like it!"

"It's really good," you confirm, your words muffled by the food.

"I can tell," Bada chuckles, her voice low and her eyes twinkling.

"Sorry. I'm gonna try not to embarrass myself any more," you say, chewing more delicately.

She laughs softly. "There's no need to apologize. You're funny, y/n," Bada says, the sincerity of her words and the fondness in her tone making heat rise to your cheeks. 

You eat the rest of your food quietly, listening to the bustling noise around you, the sound of Bada's utensils clinking against her plate unusually relaxing.

As you're finishing your last bits of pasta, a group of loud voices and giggles pass by your table. One of the girls, a brunette, notices the two of you and stops.

"Oh, my god," you hear the girl not-so-discreetly whisper, clutching her friends' arms. "Is that who I think it is?"

You glance at Bada, and she's looking at you. You raise an eyebrow.

"Bada Lee and...I don't know who that is? Who is that?" The brunette's friend replies.

You look down, pretending not to hear the conversation.

"I don't know either. You think that's her girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend?! No way. They're probably just hanging out or something."

At this, Bada drops her fork and reaches across the table for your hand, grabbing it gently.

"You okay, baby?" Bada asks, her tone sugary sweet.

You're taken aback by the pet name. But, you decide to play along. You smile at her, placing your other hand over hers. "I'm fine, sweetie. Just a little tired."

"Do you wanna leave, honey?"

"I think I'll be fine," you grin.

"If you're sure," Bada smiles, stroking the back of your hand with her thumb.

"I'm positive, honey bunch," you affirm, biting onto your bottom lip to contain your laughter. 

"Aw, they're cute!" the brunette sighs. "I've gotta tell Sooyoung about this."

"Yeah, we should leave them alone, though. Let's go."

You and Bada watch the pair walk away. As soon as the women are out of sight, the two of you burst into laughter, dropping the facade.

"Did you see their faces?" Bada giggles.

"'Who is that?'" you imitate, your voice high pitched and nasal.

"Baby," Bada says, smirking. 

You laugh, but the endearment sends butterflies to your stomach. "Sweetie."

"Honey bunch," Bada grins.

"Honey bunny," you fire back.

"My love," she replies, tilting her head with a smirk, her voice playful. 

"Lovebug," you answer, raising an eyebrow.

"Is this foreplay?" she jokes, laughing. 

"I mean, if you want it to be, I'm not stopping you," you say, the words slipping out before you can stop yourself. Bada's eyes shoot up, and you feel slightly mortified and shocked by your own brazenness. 

"Do you mean that?" Bada asks, her voice dropping down an octave.

You open your mouth, then shut it. This is odd. You were regretting your lack of filter at first, but Bada seemed a bit too intrigued by the idea of consensual foreplay with you. She could just be joking, or really committing to the fake-dating bit. The look in her eyes was telling you otherwise, though.

However, you're cut off by the waiter reappearing. "May I interest you in dessert, or shall I bring the check?" he asks.

"Just the check, please," she says, not breaking eye contact with you.

The waiter bows, leaving the table once more.

You opt to stare down at the table. "I'll pay half," you offer, avoiding her earlier question.

"It's on me," Bada says. "I brought you here."

"Thank you."

"It's no problem," she says, a small smile on her lips.

Once the waiter comes back, Bada gives him her card. When he returns to your table with the receipt, Bada locks eyes with you, your heart thumping loudly.

"Let's get out of here," Bada says, and you nod.

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You stand at the entrance of the restaurant, a gentle breeze caressing your face. Your hands are stuffed in the pockets of your coat, and the chilly air nips at the tip of your nose.

"Are you ready?" Bada asks from behind you. You turn around to look at her, and the way her eyes reflect the light of the streetlamps above you causes your chest to tighten.

"Ready," you confirm, a hint of a smile on your face.

"Alright," Bada says, shoving her phone, which you don't remember seeing her pull out, into her coat pocket. She leads you to her car, opening the passenger seat door for you.

"Thanks," you smile, and she responds with a nod. 

After the door is closed, she goes around to the driver's seat, starting the engine and driving out of the parking lot. You're both silent as she navigates through the streets. You peer out the window, watching the city lights flicker and blur as you replay tonight's events, attempting to ignore the now obvious tension. 

"So," Bada breaks the silence, causing you to whip your head toward her. "You still haven't fully explained to me what plans you have in mind for that camera you're wanting so badly."

"Well," you begin, relieved that she took the conversation in this direction. "I love what I do at JustJerk. Seriously, watching you guys dance is amazing, and the people are the best. But, I don't want my career to end there. I want to do more on top of that, diversify my portfolio and all. What I really want to do is get onto a music video set. Maybe start directing, too. One day."

Bada hums and smiles. "That's amazing."

"Thanks," you grin, scratching the back of your neck.

"With all due respect, though, do you really need the new equipment for that? You do such a good job with our choreography videos. I don't know anything about videography, but I'd be surprised if that alone couldn't get your foot in the door."

"Well," you draw out, considering your words. "That's probably true. But, I don't think I'm that lucky. The equipment will help, the camera will be useful...the lenses will be nice to have…”

Bada frowns. "Have you given it a shot yet, though? As much as I'm going to try my hardest to help you win this money, realistically, there's a good chance that we still won't win. I'd hate to see you postpone your dreams just because of this camera, or because of this project."

You pause, staring at the car's interior, listening to the sound of the engine running, lost in thought. You weren't sure if it was because you admired Bada so much, or if it was something about her tone, but you were actually starting to rethink things. Perhaps you were holding yourself back a bit. 

"Maybe," you simply respond, unable to say much else. 

"I mean, the equipment will probably help," Bada concedes. "But, not having it won't stop you, I'm sure. Our videographers really don't get enough credit. But, you're all great and you're especially amazing at what you do, y/n. The only reason why I haven't gotten around to working with you is because the other dancers keep getting to you first," she admits, bitterly. 

"Wow," you breathe. "Thank you."

"Of course. You're awesome," she says, the confidence in her words filling your heart.

"So are you," you say, turning away from her, trying not to blush.

"I know. You’ve said it already," Bada smirks, and you simply roll your eyes. 

A more comfortable silence envelops the two of you, and the tension from before dissipates. You lean back in the passenger seat, a smile on your face, feeling content.

Soon, Bada pulls up outside of your apartment, and you're disappointed. 

"This is you," Bada announces.

"Yep," you nod.

"I had a lot of fun tonight," she says, smiling.

"Me too," you reply with a matching smile. "Thank you for dinner."

"It was no problem," she states, waving her hand.

You step outside, but, before closing the car door, you hesitate. "Um," you say, unsure.

"What is it?" Bada asks, a hint of worry in her tone.

"Can I give you a hug?" you blurt out.

Bada looks startled, but her expression softens. "Sure," she nods, turning the engine off and stepping outside.

You meet her on the sidewalk, and pull her into a hug, wrapping your arms around her torso and pressing your cheek against her chest. She hugs back, and you swear that you can hear her heartbeat.

"Goodnight," Bada whispers into your hair.

"Goodnight," you echo, pulling away, already missing her warmth.

She opens the car door again, ducking inside. "Text me when you get upstairs," she instructs.

"I will," you promise.

"Great. Goodnight, y/n," she smiles.

"Goodnight, Bada," you reply, watching her drive away. Once her car disappears, you sigh.

As you trudge up the stairs to your apartment, a single question repeats in your mind: What the fuck am I doing?

You finish cleaning up and getting ready for bed approximately two hours later. As you lay in bed, scrolling through social media, a post from a JustJerk fanpage catches your eye. It's a picture of Bada and you together at dinner, with the caption, "Caught on a date?!"

You laugh at the predictability of the situation, and just as you're about to turn off your phone, you think to check Bada's Instagram, curious. She posted a new story.

You tap it, and it's a picture of you, taken from behind, standing outside the restaurant. There are no words attached to the picture. Just one, pink heart.

You smile, saving the picture, and fall asleep with the image burned into your mind.

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Three days later, you are stationed near your camera, watching Bada teach. The day after your fake dinner date, she sent you a text describing the next stage of the plan, which was attending each other's events and collaborating in public whenever it seemed right. This initially felt like an excellent idea. You'd been dying to watch and record one of Bada's classes since you started working at JustJerk, and it brought you guys one step closer to convincing everyone you were seriously dating. What could go wrong?

The actual execution of this idea turned out to be much more distressing than you previously imagined. It started this morning when you were filming Minho's class. You kneeled in the front of the room, prepping your camera as Minho made rounds around the studio to talk to his students individually. Engrossed with your equipment, you didn't hear the sounds of the door opening and closing, or the following eruption of loud murmuring. It was not until you saw a pair of sneakers stop in front of you and caught a whiff of a now-familiar sweet aroma, that you bothered to glance up. When you did, you found yourself making eye contact with Bada, holding a bouquet.

"These are for you," Bada said, a proud smile on her face. 

Your jaw dropped and you scrambled to get up, almost knocking the camera over. They were roses, vibrant and beautiful against the dull gray of the dance studio. No one had done this for you before. 

"They're gorgeous," you whispered, accepting the flowers.

"I'm glad you think so," she replied, her smile deepening as she observed your reaction. You cradled the bouquet in your hands, inhaling the smell of the roses with a pleased hum and missing the endeared expression on Bada's face. You certainly didn’t see the way she started to lean forward to press a soft kiss to your forehead. Shocked, you loosened your grip on the bouquet, feeling nothing but the rush of warmth spread through every inch of you as a result of her tiny peck. 

She shifted back, as relaxed as ever. "I gotta go, but I'll see you later?" 

"Definitely," you nod, clutching the bouquet once again, head spinning.

"Great." She nodded, then made her way out of the studio.

After she left, you turned to face the room, only to be met with everyone’s staring. Right. That is what this is about. Getting attention. Nothing else. 

You glanced at Minho, who had a teasing smirk on his face.

"What?" you asked him, scowling. 

"Nothing," he laughed, then restarted his class. 

Now you are recording Bada's class. Or at least, that’s what you’re supposed to be doing. But, having to observe her so confidently lead her students through a routine, hearing her call out corrections with a simultaneously gentle yet demanding tone, noticing how hard her abs are when she lifts her shirt to wipe the sweat from her brow for the last hour? It's been painful. You're so busy trying not to swoon you've nearly forgotten to press record a couple of times.

She suddenly looks at you, flashing a small smile at you accompanied by crinkling eyes. You give her a thumbs-up and quickly shift your gaze toward the camera as if you were busy setting the frame, even though the shot is already perfect.

Bada returns her focus to the class, and the lesson continues. Every once in a while, Bada walks over to you, checking in and asking how everything is going. Each time, she offers a smile, a wink, or some form of encouragement, and every time, it takes everything in your power not to blush. She's clearly playing it up for the audience, but the effect she has on you is no act.

Her students are buying it, though. The moment she gets near you, the girls (and a few guys) start whispering amongst themselves. It's working.

"Alright," Bada claps, signaling the end of the session. "That's it for today. Good job, everybody."

"Thank you, teacher!" they all exclaim, bowing and gathering their things.

You're packing up your camera when you feel a pair of hands grasp your waist. Startled, you drop your tripod.

"Gotcha," Bada giggles.

"Shit, that scared me," you say, placing a hand on your heart.

"Sorry, sorry," she laughs. "How'd the recording go?"

"Pretty good," you say, bending down to pick up the tripod. Bada immediately crouches, beating you to it. "Thank you."

"No problem" she says, straightening up, extending the tripod towards you.

"Thanks," you say again, taking the device from her. "Anyway, you did good. It's not going to need much editing."

"Really?" Bada smiles. "Thank you. That means a lot, actually."

"It’s no problem," you grin, suppressing the fluttering in your stomach. "And, uh, thanks again for the flowers, by the way. They were beautiful."

“You are very welcome. Just fulfilling my fake-girlfriend duties," Bada beams, and you have to look away.

"Well, anyway, I should probably head home," you say, avoiding eye contact. "Gotta get started on the footage."

She tilts her head. "Uh, I don’t think so. That’s gonna have to wait for tomorrow,” 

"Huh? Why?" you ask, confused.

"Because, y/n, we're going bowling with Youngj and them? Don't tell me you forgot," she chides, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh," you say, remembering. "I thought that was supposed to be later."

"It's 7:30," she says, a slight frown on her face.

"Fuck," you curse, running a hand through your hair. "Sorry, I'll get out of here."

"We have to go there together," Bada reminds you.

"Shit. Okay, yeah, let's go," you sigh.

"Are you okay?" she asks, concern etched onto her features.

"Yes. No. Ugh. Sorry, I just had a lot on my mind today. Didn't get much sleep," you say, rubbing your eyes. It wasn’t a complete lie. Ever since your date at the restaurant, you’ve been getting bombarded with messages from friends asking about the two of you, giving you little time to rest alongside your work for Justjerk. There was more going on today, though. 

"That sucks," Bada sympathizes. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Not really," you answer, bluntly.

"Okay," she says, softly. "But, if and when you do, I’m all ears."

"Thanks, Bada. I appreciate it," you reply, and a part of you is telling yourself not to get attached. But the bigger part of you, the part that wants nothing more than to fall into her arms, tells that smaller part to fuck off.

"Of course. Anyway, we should really get going," she says, and you follow her out the door, leaving your thoughts and feelings behind.

read part two

[badasgirl]

oh you want me so bad

bada lee x fem!reader

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bada had the longest day of her life and she needs her girlfriend immediately. you just happen to be the best girlfriend in the world and you let bada do whatever she wants.

genre: established relationship, smut, fluff, slight humor maybe ?

warnings: this specific work is 18+, so ageless blogs/underaged blogs who interact will be blocked, reader is somewhat shorter than bada, reader is called bunny a lot, CLINGY!BADA, no caps on purpose (booo ik terrible grammar).

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smut warnings: dom!bada x sub!reader (sorry i’m weak 🧎‍♀️), making out, fingering, bada with the STRAP, marks, crying but it’s good tears?

author’s note: this was not proofread and i was fighting for my life today so please be easy on me. i combined two reqs for this, so thank you to the anon for this request!! reqs are now CLOSED, but please be patient i’ll open them back up soon enough :)) 🎀.

word count: ~2.4k

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today was a long day for bada. first, she woke up at the ass crack of dawn, 6:00 a.m., to get ready for street woman fighter filming. she eventually met up with her crew before going into the building to film around 8:00 a.m. filming for the show wasn’t easy however, bada was stressed the entire time. she went through a good 15 different emotions every hour. luckily, she was able to push through thanks to the thought of coming home to you. after the 10 hours of filming were over around 6:00 p.m., she immediately had to catch a taxi and hurry over to justjerk studio to teach a class in an hour. she was beat, but the girl loved dancing more than anything.

the whole day all she could think about was you, her pretty girlfriend. you flooded her mind any time she tried to think of anything or anyone else. she missed you so bad, all she wanted to do was kiss you, mark up your pretty body, and maybe make you scream her name til your throat was raw, you know just cute things!

after bada was finished teaching, she thanked all of her students before grabbing her bag and running out of the studio. she took a taxi back to your shared apartment and couldn’t help but to get excited about seeing you. while yes she had constantly been texting you all day, it had been hours without seeing you and if bada’s being real with herself, she can usually only go a good 10 minutes without you before getting “y/n deprived” as she calls it.

she paid the taxi driver once they reached the apartment complex and thanked him for the ride. bada was very tall so, of course she used her long legs to her advantage and she ran into the complex and got in the elevator quickly, she needed you really bad. she eventually reached the door of the specific apartment and typed in the passcode—your anniversary date—as quickly as she could.

you heard the passcode being typed in and you immediately got up from your place on the couch. you knew it was your lovely girlfriend coming home, so you went to the door to greet her. once she finally got in, bada threw her bag to the side as she saw you standing their waiting for her with a bright smile. you instantly ran up to her and wrapped your arms around her waist, hugging her tightly. she returned your hug quickly, wrapping her arms around your body.

“i missed you so much bunny, i thought i was going to die” bada said dramatically while fake crying to emphasize how miserable she was without you. you giggled at your girlfriend’s actions before pulling away from the hug so you could look at her pretty face that you missed.

“i missed you too you big puppy” you joked with her while reaching up to ruffle her hair. you just thought she was the cutest when she was acting clingy and missing you. unfortunately for you though, you didn’t know what truly was going on in bada’s mind at that current moment.

bada finally registered what you were wearing once you pulled away from the hug; you were in her oversized t-shirt with your hair tied up. you didn’t even bother putting on pants because the length of the shirt covered your ass just enough. bada however could immediately tell you didn’t have any on and that sent her right back to the thoughts she was having earlier.

you noticed bada just staring down at you not saying anything, just slightly biting her lip. you chuckled to yourself as you realized exactly what she was thinking. your girlfriend was so easy to read. you knew exactly when she was happy, upset, feeling clingy, and especially when she was feeling needy.

“ohhh you want me sooo bad…” you dragged out your words as you took your right pointer finger and dragged it across her jaw. you attempted to tease her knowing how that works her up easily and oh did it work.

bada easily grabbed your waist with her large hands and turned you so quickly before you knew it, she threw you against the wall. carefully though, as her priority was to make sure you were never hurt. you looked up at the tall girl smirking up at her enjoying the close proximity between you two.

“of course i want you sooo bad bunny” bada mocked your tone of voice and choice of words from earlier. bada then moved her head to be right by your ear before whispering so close to your ear you could feel her lips move.

“don’t be fucking stupid now, i’m crazy over you” bada whispered with seductively with authority. your breath hitched as you heard her voice in your ear. of course you loved to tease bada, but you knew at the end of the day she had complete control over you.

bada moved her head back to look you dead in the eyes. she bit her lip at how submissive you looked already, she loved the effect she had on you. she took one of her hands that rested on your waist and moved it to grip your chin gently. she pecked your lips softly to tease you and you immediately wanted more whining at the fact all she did was peck you.

the taller girl chuckled as she said “good to see you’re just as needy as i am bunny, now will you be my good girl and ride me tonight?” you quickly nodded your head looking up at bada.

“yes yes i’ll do anything for you bada” you said desperately. bada barely even did anything and you were already desperately needy and ready to be at her service all night.

bada smiled at you before taking your hand in hers and leading you to your shared bedroom. she immediately got to work taking off both of your clothes, she honestly needed you so bad that she didn’t want to waste time with clothes. once you both were naked, she guided you to lay down on the bed and she began to place herself above you, legs in between each other’s. the girl then began to kiss you deeply. you sighed contently and kissed her back just as deeply. your kisses with her were filled with passion and need for the other. bada began to bite and suck on your bottom lip, loving the feeling. god she loved kissing you, she almost didn’t stop until she felt you begin to grind yourself against her leg that was placed between your heat. she could feel how wet you already were from just the teasing earlier and kissing.

bada reluctantly pulled herself away as she got off the bed to grab her strap from the closet. you whined her name as she left, not wanting to spend a moment away from her. you couldn’t see it, but she silently laughed at your whining as she was getting herself ready. she came back with the strap fully attached to her and you couldn’t look away, she looked so enticing with that giant piece of silicone strapped to her beautiful body. the sight made you weak in the knees and you almost started whining again, however bada was quickly back on the bed and already tracing her fingers across your inner thighs. she then made you spread your legs open so she could have full access.

“you’re already so wet bunny, still have to make sure you can take me though…” she trailed off as she looked at your pretty soaking wet cunt. she took her fingers and gave you time to relax as she immediately slipped two inside of you. you whimpered at the feeling as bada was giving you no mercy. she fucked you quickly with her two fingers before adding a third one and curling up. the girl already had you seeing stars and she was just prepping you. she kept hitting that spot that made you crazy, you whined out to her as you were feeling too good.

“b-bada i’m going to come if you keep doing that, you should s-stop” you struggled to tell her between your labored breaths and high pitched whines. she looked at you as she continued to finger you at a quick pace. she actually needed you to come so you could be extra ready for her.

“who said i didn’t want you to? come for me y/n, come all over my fingers you needy little bunny” bada commanded, her voice dripping with lust. you immediately came around her fingers as you moaned out her name. she pulled out her fingers slowly and looked at you in your eyes as she used your cum to coat her strap. your eyes could barely leave the sight of how good she looked doing that. how is it possible that bada is able to look so attractive doing anything? the girl in question then got herself on the bed and laid down.

bada looked over at you and told you “now get on top and ride bunny.” that’s all you had to hear for you to immediately straddle her. you grabbed the now wet silicone and lined it up with your entrance. you slowly began to sink down on it, you couldn’t help but to moan at finally feeling full again. you loved when bada pulled out her strap because it let you feel even closer to her. once you were sat down fully on the 6 inches of silicone, bada moved her hands to grip your hips so tightly that you could definitely feel her nails dig into your skin. there were definitely going to be marks, but that was your favorite part. you smiled at your girlfriend as you began to move slowly. you ground your hips around in circles, lifting up every once in a while enjoying the pleasure it gave you.

bada looked up at how beautiful you looked as you rode the hell out of her. your hair starting to get loose, your boobs bouncing at every movement you made, your cute face scrunching up in pleasure, and the pretty sounds that left your mouth sent bada into heaven. she honestly could get off to your voice only, she probably has. every now and then, bada too would let out soft whimpers and moans as the friction from the strap was stimulating her clit.

“god baby you’re so fucking perfect like this, i could come just from having you ride me like this fuck-“ bada said somewhat breathlessly.

as you kept riding her, she kept getting closer and closer. both of you were so close to coming and bada could tell. the dominant girl pushed you down by your hips to keep you fully down on her strap. she didn’t allow you to move up and down anymore, you were only allowed to grind yourself into her.

“that’s my good girl, use those hips- fuck fuck you’re so good” bada praised you as she threw her head back in pleasure, bottom lip in between her teeth as she attempted to have some control over the noises that left her body. it didn’t work very well though because you could hear her moan deeply and it only turned you on more.

you began to cry from the immense amount of pleasure, the whole room was filled with sounds of your wet pussy, skin slapping, and both of your moans. bada smirked seeing you cry because her, because of the pleasure she was able to give you. you were at your limit as you continued to move your hips quickly.

“ a-ah gonna come, bada please fuck can i please?” you begged her not wanting to orgasm without her permission. hearing you beg is what sent bada over the edge, you don’t know how but her grip on you managed to tighten even more.

“i’m going to come too bunny, come with me like the good girl you are yeah? mine, you’re my good girl” bada babbled as she felt her orgasm approach. you cried out with a loud scream of her name as you came first. you shook violently on top of her as your orgasm ran through you and bada immediately came after seeing that. she moaned out a string of curse words mixed with your name.

once you both came down from your high, bada managed to move you off of her strap and her. you whined slightly feeling the silicone leave your body, but bada hushed you while praising you for doing so well and kissing your forehead. she laid you down next to her before stripped herself from the strap. she tossed it to the side quickly and then turned to her side to cuddle you and hold you closely. you felt so tired yet in a state of bliss and happiness after everything. the best part was being with your girlfriend afterwards as she clung onto you.

“baby as much as i love cuddling we should sho-“ you were cut off by bada whining dramatically. you chuckled at her childish actions before turning your body in her arms to face her. she looked down at you with puppy eyes and a giant pout on her face. right now, she didn’t want to spend a single moment without you in her arms.

“just 5 minutes please y/n? just cuddles for 5 minutes then i guess we can shower…” bada attempted to negotiate with you. she’s so lucky you’re in love with her because you of course agreed to her silly little deal. she squealed with happiness as she held you closer once you agreed. neither of you could stop smiling at the other, safe to say you both were very in love.

“i love you my sea” you said to bada softly, voice filled with nothing but love and admiration for your girlfriend.

“i love you most my bunny” she replied back while placing a soft kiss on top of your head.

[mikaleialt]

BMW

Bada Lee x reader

Smut (mdi)

Synosis: Bada can't take it anymore, you are both on the way to a party hosted by JustJerk to celebrate the dance academy's anniversary. But you just had to wear that skimpy dress and now here you are, in the middle of the empty road on a rather foggy night.

cw: smut, public sex (?), car sex, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus. read at your own risk, no use of Y/n, not proofread

Request are open!!!

Bada's grip on the wheel gets tighter and tigher as every second passes as she tries to focus on the road ahead.

You are seating on the passenger seat, wearing that tight black dress that is slowly riding up your thighs. Bada clenches her jaw as she watches you taking pictures of yourself, and the streetlights and buildings you passed by on the corner of her eye.

Honestly why do you have to wear that sexy outfit anyway, Bada thoughts to herself—not that her outfit isn't sexy too, after all she is wearing a white croptop under a black cropped blazer and a pair of black pants which looks absolutely stunning on her.

You seem unaware of the effect you have on Bada when you wore the dress as you now spam her phone with your selfies.

While taking pictures of yourself, Bada slowly loses control over herself as she puts her hand on your thighs, slowly caressing it. But this gesture is not foreign to you anymore, Bada always does this whenever you're next to her while driving, so you disregard her and continue to take a photo of you in another angle.

As few more minute passes by, Bada's hands starts to wander closer to the hem of your dress which by now is just a few inches away from your waist. You stay still in silence as you anticipate Bada's next move.

"Fuck, I can't help it anymore" Bada mutters as she pulled over to the side of the empty road. You look at her, confused as to why she stopped the car but when Bada looks back at you, you felt a shiver run down your spine as you met her cold glaze.

"Back of the car. Now." Bada presses the button to unbuckle both of your seatbelt before opening the door next to her and moving to the back of her BMW sedan.

Feeling scared and excited at the same time, you quickly followed her order and exited the passenger seat to move to the backseat.

But upon opening the right-side door of the backseat, Bada had already pulled you inside and quickly attacked your lips with kisses.

You moaned right into the kiss at your girlfriend's aggresiveness, as you felt her hands caress your thighs once again before hiking up your dress all the way up to you waist, exposing the lacey panties you have underneath.

"Fucking hell, you were planning this all along do you?" Bada once again mutters as she run her finger down on your clothed folds, feeling the wet spot on your panties which made you release a small moan.

Bada continues on kissing your lips before wandering down to your neck, sucking and biting it before going back up to make out with you once again.

"B-Bada, wait—the party" You try to say in between the kiss. "Fuck the party, I'm enjoying this more" she said as she now set your panties aside before playing with your clit.

You can't help but moan loudly at the sensation you're feeling. How did an innocent drive to a party escalated to this, you thought.

After a few more minutes of Bada playing with your clit and leaving marks all over your neck and shoulders, she finally inserted two fingers and start scissoring you which causes you to moan louder.

"B-Bada—nggh... wait— ah" her fingers are so long, that it hits you all on the right places that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You tried to stop her from making you cum, afraid that you'll ruin both of your outfits and the car seat. But Bada doesn't care about any of that right now, what she wants is to fuck you senseless.

After one last kiss, Bada pulls up your dress off of you before throwing it to the passenger seat. She then stops for a while, being mesmerized by the work she had done on your neck and how beautiful your body is.

"So beautiful" she mutters underneath her breath, before placing her hand on your breast, massaging it while she placed your other breast on her mouth.

She started sucking your breast whilst her left hand massages the other and her right starts fingering you once again.

You are now moaning uncontrollably at how good your girlfriend makes you feel. Your hand is now gripping her hair whilst the other is underneath her shirt, leaving scratch marks unintentionally.

Bada could feel your inside spasm and your body shakes, indicating that you are closing on the edge as she thrust her fingers back in at a faster pace.

Soon enough you finally finishes on her fingers, but your girlfriend isn't nowhere done with you yet.

She then lets you lay down in a more comfortable position, before she places your legs on her shoulder, lifting your waist up closer so that she is at level with your glistening pussy.

Bada licked her lips hungrily, looking at you and waiting for your reaction while you are giving her a pleading look. You already know what she is about to do and you want her to do it already. You look back at her, filled with anticipation and lust.

Bada smirks at your pleading eyes, you look like you could cry at any time now, which she will gladly make you— make you cry in pleasure, I mean— she didn't waste time and started taking in long stripes of lick between your folds and occasionally sucking on your clit, before putting her tounge inside you.

You can't help but grind your hips to her face, as her tounge works its magic inside you. The party that you were about to attend has been long gone on both of your thoughts...

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Meanwhile at the party...

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Tatter has been waiting for the two of you for hours now, the other member of the leader of JustJerk wants Bada to give a share a few things about BeBe's journey for the party as a speech but their leader is nowhere to be found.

Most people are already too drunk to dance, some are even passed out already at the floor. Tatter is almost there as she had been downing beer after beer while waiting for the couple.

"Yo Tatter, any news on the two yet?" Kyma, the second most sober of all next to Tatter asks. "Not yet. Hold on, I'll try calling them again" Tatter dials Bada's number and after a few rings, Bada answers the call... or does she?

Unaware, you were actually laying down on Bada's phone the whole time and when Tatter's call reached the phone, you accidentally presses "answer" so when Tatter finally felt relieved that "Bada" finally answers the call...

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"..oh shit Bada—nggh yes yes fuck..."

"..taste so good... so so fucking good"

"...ahhh—I'm close... Bada~~"

Tatter ended the call immediately before downing a whole glass of beer in one go. Kyma looks at Tatter who looks like she had seen a ghost.

"So what did she say? Are they coming or what" Kyma asks the traumatised girl. "Oh they are coming alright" Tatter muttered.

"What's that again?" Kyma didn't hear her clearly, but instead of answering, Tatter stayed quiet before grabbing another drink, more stronger than the last one.

~

You both arrived later than you expected but the party wasn't over yet. You first saw Tatter alone at a table, looking off so the both of you approached her.

"Hey Tatter, sorry we're late... we just got stuck in a traffic" Bada puts out a lame excuse, but Tatter just looks at her with a traumatised look, before drinking another glass.

"Yeah sure...traffic... by the way, you missed a spot" Tatter looks at you and pointed out to your neck that has a hickey that you missed when you were putting concealer on it. You become a blushing mess and let's just say from that day forward, Tatter has been left with a quite traumatic memory from the two of you.

A/n: Tatter, my poor baby... anyway I hope you liked this, my requests are open! Please note that this is a work of fiction and should not be taken serious, most of the characters mentioned in my story are real people but their character in this story does not reflect who they truly are in person. Learn to seperate reality from fantasy.

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[ssivinee]

Kim Y/n

Character Vision Board

✦ Picture Perfect ✦

Starring: BEBE Bada Lee, BEBE Lee Tatter, BEBE Lee Lusher JUSTJERK J-ho, JUSTJERK Young-j, JUSTJERK Howl YGX Lee Jung ✦ Kim Y/n ✦

Picture Perfect is out now!

-sivine

[zerobaseone-zhanghao]

Hello! I hope it's okay to request, I never requested before. But May I please request Dominant Bada fucking her needy gf in the dance studio with her strap after practice or like they sneak off during practice? And maybe they end up getting caught and Bada is just all smug while her gf is a shy flustered mess, especially since Bada is still deep inside her, with no plans of stopping?

knee deep in pussy

t/w: smut, dom!bada & sub!reader, mommy kink, voyeurism, you can wait to see which bebe member I chose 😉

a/n: hii thank you for your request, it’s a great one!! I hope you like it <3

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Bebe are currently in one of the studios at JustJerk working on their routines for a festival that is coming up. One thing to note about bebe is that they have 8 members and two of them are dating. The leader Bada and you.

You notice that while you’re practicing that Bada is being pretty clingy, “are you okay?” You ask Bada who’s hugging you from behind with her head on your shoulder “I’m okay baby girl”.

“Let’s take a 10 minute break” Bada tells the group and everyone splits to grab some food and water.

“Let’s go babe” she whispers in your ear “we’ll be back in 10 guys” Bada tells the group before pulling you with her to an empty studio across the hall.

“What’s happening?” You ask, “shut up” Bada tells you before kissing you passionately. You break apart for some air “wha-“ “strip” she demands. Your girlfriend is extremely sexy when she’s dominant so you spare no time and quickly strip naked.

Bada pushes you back so you fall onto the couch and she grabs your hand leading to cup her pussy when you realise that it’s not, it’s her strap. You get a fuzzy feeling of excitement but also nerves, she knows how you get when she pulls out the strap.

Bada strips down very slowly, teasing you as she knows how much you love her body “hurry up bada please” “what the fuck did you just call me?!” “Sorry mommy”

“Be a good girl and suck on it” she straddles over you, lining the strap up with your mouth. You do as she says and take the strap in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. She abruptly pulls it out and moves away, giving you a little peck on the lips before slamming the strap into you. You very nearly let out a scream but Bada knew what was about to happen and covered your mouth. “Don’t make me gag you” “I’ll keep quiet mommy”.

She continues to slam into you and tears are rolling down your face, the sounds your making aren’t even coherent anymore, it’s a mix of moans, whimpers, whines and begs. Bada has a huge smile on her face, she’s enjoying every second of it.

You’re being really loud, you honestly don’t remember how many times Bada has told you to be quiet so of course neither of you hear the creak of the door as it opens.

“umm unnies, 10 minutes is long gone, we’ve been waiting for you” the mystery girl quietly says, shocked at what she’s seeing. Bada looks at the wide eyed girl smugly “come in Minah, don’t be shy” “can I?” She asks waiting for Bada’s permission “come in, get a comfy seat and enjoy the show, tell the others that she had an accident and got a bit wet so she’s showering” she tells Minah looking down at you “a bit wet? more like very wet” Minah says smirking “you know it” Bada replies.

During this whole conversation Bada never stopped and you’ve not been able to say a word, you’re slowly losing your mind. You didn’t even notice Minah coming over, she nods to Bada for approval and sits at your head, lifting your head onto her knees and stroking your hair. It’s a sweet gesture and very contrasting to what Bada is currently doing. You’re sobbing and your moans are so loud, you’re practically screaming, Minah keeps stroking your hair and shushing you, trying to calm you down.

Your arm reacts on its own and slaps Bada’s arm to signal that you need to cum really badly. Bada decides to be nice to you since you currently look like you’ve been dragged through a bush and she allows you to cum. Bada is amazed, this is probably the biggest orgasm she has ever seen you have, and she’s seen them a lot. Minah is also amazed, Bada scoops some of your cum onto her finger lifting it to Minah’s mouth letting her try you.

“You taste amazing” Minah tells you, still continuing to stroke your hair to bring you down from your high and gives you a kiss on the lips. She quickly realised what she did and looks up to Bada who just laughs, she isn’t really bothered by it. You just lie there fully exhausted and Bada texts the bebe group chat just telling the members to go home. You, Bada and Minah all cuddle and they both help to clean you up. You had no idea that Minah was even in the room until you came to your senses again “wait what? she was in the room the whole time?” Bada and Minah just laugh at your confusion. “You did so well for us babe” Bada tells you, giving you a hug “maybe you can do just as well for Minah next time” wait ‘Minah’?! ‘Next time’?!

[justjerk-howl]

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[seinahirai]

『 Blinded Haze 』 Bada Lee x Reader

summary: bada’s been stressed lately, so you decide to surprise her.

word count: 1.6k

contents: smut, dom!bada, sub!reader, reader gets a bit self conscious, bada takes care of that, hickeys, blindfolding, sex toys, fingering, bada licks your cum off her fingers, implication of aftercare

disclaimer: the images are only for aesthetics and are not depicted as what reader’s body looks like ‼️

you know how stressed bada’s been the past few weeks, with the concerts and performances, on top of having to teach classes back at justjerk.

she was finally getting a day off tomorrow, so you figured, what better way to greet her than with lingerie?

bada herself said that sex with you always made her feel better, that feeling your warm body against hers while in a post orgasmic haze was like heaven.

that lead you to the idea of surprising her with some old lingerie you found in your closet and taking out your box of sex toys and leaving it on the bed so she could choose what she wanted to do to you.

you also know that her favorite thing to do after sex is cuddle and eat snacks, so you went out and bought all of her favorite snacks and left them near the nightstand for when you were finished.

now all you had to do was wait, which was easier said than done.

you had finished all the preparations about an hour before bada usually came home, which gave you a lot of time to think.

and when you have a lot of time to think, you most likely begin to overthink, which is exactly what you started to do.

the more time that passed, the more your mind began to flood with thoughts like “what if she doesn’t find me attractive in this lingerie” or “what if she’s too tired to have sex and i got ahead of myself?”

after a while, you were ready to just cancel everything altogether, when you heard the familiar sound of keys jingling and the door opening.

you froze in your spot, taking a deep breath before getting up to greet bada.

you made your way to the door, feeling a bit nervous as you watched her come through the door.

nonetheless, you smile and give her a hug after she takes her coat off and puts her stuff down.

“hey, baby.” she says, giving you a kiss on the lips before stepping back to fully look at you.

that was when she realized what you were wearing, and when she did realize, she did nothing but stare for a few seconds.

realistically, it should have been obvious that she was admiring how beautiful your body looked, but with your previous session of overthinking, you couldn’t help but feel even more self conscious.

“fuck, you look…”

“i can take it off if you’re not in the mood.”

you say quickly, avoiding bada’s gaze as you fidget with your fingers.

at that, bada gives you a confused look before stepping closer to you and gently pulling you in by the waist.

“baby, i’ll always be in the mood for you. i told you this already.” she leans in to kiss you, and you wrap your arms around her neck to deepen it.

after a few seconds you pull away, still avoiding her eyes.

“i know, it’s just…you’ve been really tired lately, and it’s been a while since you’ve seen me in lingerie. i guess i just got a little self conscious…”

bada chuckles a bit at that, bringing a thumb to your chin and lifting it up, making you look at her.

“baby, you’re absolutely stunning with or without the lingerie. truthfully, you didn’t even need it to turn me on.” she says, pressing soft kisses on your neck as her hands begin to explore your body.

“do you know how many times i’ve had to excuse myself to the bathroom because i’ve gotten horny at just the thought of you?” she whispers against the skin of your collarbone before pressing a few more kisses there.

you sigh softly, tangling your fingers in her hair as you lean your head back to give her easier access.

she begins gently sucking on the soft skin of your neck as one of her hands begin to grope one of your tits, her thumb flicking your nipple through the thin material of the lingerie.

you let out a whine, gasping softly at the feeling of her hands on your tits.

after a few more seconds of bada sucking on your neck, she pulls away and admires the sight of your neck now covered in hickeys.

“how about we take this to the bedroom?” she says, and you only nod, letting her lead you to your shared bedroom.

when you walk into the room, bada seems amused at the sight of your box of sex toys sitting on the bed.

“you can use anything in there on me tonight.” you say, and she looks down at you with a smirk on her face.

“anything?”

you nod, taking her hand and guiding her to the bed. “i wanted to surprise you.”

bada scans through the box, looking at all the different options before her eyes stop on one thing in particular.

the blindfold.

she’s never used the blindfolds on you before, so she saw this as an opportunity to do so. she took the blindfold out, her eyes meeting yours as if to confirm that this was okay to use on you.

when you give her a nod, she smiles and beckons you to come closer, which you do quite eagerly. she gently ties the blindfold around your eyes, double checking to make sure it wasn’t too tight.

it does feel slightly strange to not be able to see what bada’s doing, but you trust her with your life so it doesn’t bother you too much.

you hear her take something else out of the box before moving it to the floor.

“what else did you get?” you ask, your head turning in the direction of the noise.

“you’re blindfolded for a reason, princess.” she says, and you can imagine the smirk on her face as she says it.

you pout slightly, but mumble an “okay” as you lay down on the bed.

you feel bada spread your legs apart, chuckling softly at the sight of your dripping cunt. “your pretty pussy is already so wet for me.”

you whine pathetically, her words only making you even more wet.

“don’t worry baby, i’m gonna take good care of this pussy.”

she begins kissing your inner thigh, her lips leaving the same marks they left on your neck. after a few moments, she looks up at you through the opening of your thighs (not that you could see her lustful gaze).

“you ready, baby?” she asks, pressing one last kiss to your inner thigh.

after you nod eagerly, you hear a noise that sounds like something being turned on, but before you can think anything of it, you feel a vibrating sensation on your clit, making you moan out loudly as you instinctively close your thighs at the sudden pleasure.

bada quickly forces your thighs back open, pressing the vibrator to your clit once more. “don’t run from it, baby.” she says, smirking at the way you squirm around.

bada reaches her hand out to yours, letting you squeeze it as you moan loudly from the pleasure. the fact that you couldn’t see anything only seemed to make you more sensitive.

your hold on bada’s hand only becomes tighter when she turns up the setting on the vibrator without warning. you let out stuttered moans and whines as she coos softly at the sight of your pussy clenching around nothing.

“aww, does my pretty baby wanna be filled up?” she pulls her hand away from yours, and before you can whine about it, you feel two fingers pushing into your pussy, making you gasp in pleasure as you dig your nails into the sheets.

bada immediately begins thrusting her fingers in and out of your sopping cunt, not giving you any time to adjust to the penetration.

“good girl, taking me so well.” she praises, and it only seems to make you even louder.

you feel the familiar sensation of your orgasm approaching, but you can’t form the words to let bada know. luckily, she can already tell from the way your walls tighten around her fingers.

“are you close, pretty girl? here, let me help you.”

bada’s fingers press up against the spongey part of your pussy while her other hand turns the vibrator up onto the 3rd setting.

you cry out pathetically as your orgasm washes over you, your thighs trembling your hands gripping the sheets tightly.

bada continues the move her fingers, fucking you through your orgasm and the overstimulation of it all brings you to tears.

when bada notices it looks like you’ve had enough, she slides her fingers out of you and turns the vibrator off, bringing her fingers to her lips to clean off your cum and wetness.

“you taste so good, baby.” she says, bringing her face to your cunt to lick up all your cum, making you whine loudly.

bada chuckles and lays down next to you, taking off the blindfold and smiling at your hazed expression when you open your eyes.

“there’s my pretty girl.” she says softly, grabbing your cheeks and kissing you deeply before pulling you into a hug, wrapping her arms around you tightly.

she sighs at the feeling of your bodies against each other, having missed the feeling of intimacy.

after a few minutes, you mumble something incoherently, nuzzling your cheek further onto bada’s neck.

bada giggles, finding you adorable. “what’s that, baby? i can’t hear you.”

you repeat your mumbling, but bada can faintly make out the words “snacks” and “nightstand”.

bada glances over to the nightstand next to your bed, smiling softly when she sees the bag full of snacks. she had completely missed it earlier.

“aww, baby. you’re so sweet.” bada coos, kissing you on the cheek once more.

“i love you, bada.” you whisper, giving her a lopsided smile.

“i love you more, baby.”

[cool-fancier]

Hidden Flames

Synopsis: You and Bada stunned everyone at JustJerk Academy with a passionate duet, sparking comments and speculations from fans about your undeniable relationship. Your real-life romance was kept a secret behind the dance, yet it was impossible to ignore your bond.

The atmosphere at JustJerk Academy was electric that evening. Students crowded into the dimly lit dance studio to watch a spontaneous dance battle, which was causing a buzz of excitement. It was today when you and Bada would perform the dance duet you had been practising for weeks to the seductive music of "Señorita"

The audience split apart to form an impromptu dance circle as the music filled the space. You and Bada were in the middle, surrounded by curious viewers.  There was a moment of uncertainty, but the connection you shared was undeniable. You gave each other a subtle nod as you started to dance to the beat.

You two had an evident chemistry that carried over into your dance with ease. With each step, you and Bada painted a picture of passion and desire thanks to her precise movements and your grace.

The dance's daring lift and dip routine was its high point. You were wrapped by the strong arms of Bada, who swiftly and expertly spun you around in her grasp.  She lowered you as the music grew louder, the surroundings becoming increasingly hazy. The audience let out astonished gasps, and the energy in the room rose to a fever pitch.

Bada brought you back up into a closer embrace as your bodies squashed against one another and your breaths mingled. The students' loud clapping and cheers were evidence of the undeniable chemistry you two shared on the dance floor.

You and Bada went to the sidelines after the performance to gather your breath and enjoy the joy of the moment.  The fellow dancers were talking about the show nonstop.

"That was amazing!" While giving you both a pat on the back, Lusher exclaimed. "You two are like a dance couple in real life!"

With adoration on their faces, Kyma, Tatter, Minah, Cheche, and Sowoen nodded in agreement. Minah added with a flirtatious smirk, "You two have some major chemistry."

You two couldn't help but smile knowingly as the compliments and comments flowed in. Little did the rest of the world know that you two were more than just dancing partners.

Later that evening, the academy's YouTube channel published the official footage of your "Señorita" dance performance. The first comments from fans arrived quickly.

@BadalovesY/n: Who else saw the chemistry between Bada and Y/N?❤️‍🔥

@DanceQueen:Seriously! They are burning up. I love them so much.🫶🥰

@BadaLover: I've already seen this one hundred times. Y/N and Bada are such a fantastic team. I hope they dance together more often!

@SecretbadaShipper:I'm sure I'm not the only one who believes that this is about more than just dancing. #BadaAndY/N4Ever 😉

@Y/NisBada's:I don't know who to be jealous of 😒😅

Fans continued to speculate about the relationship between you and Bada in the comments that kept coming in. Some shipped you together openly, while others spoke about the possibility of something more beneath the surface.

You and Bada laughed together as you looked through the comments, and you two exchanged flirtatious glances. You were aware that your relationship was private, but even the fans watching from a distance couldn't deny the amazing spark you two had.

"I wonder if they'll notice if I would've snuck a kiss?" jokingly teased Bada as she came in closer and spoke in a seductive whisper.

You couldn't help but smile as your heart skipped a beat. "Well, there's only one way to find out." You both laughed at this point because you knew that even if your love was kept hidden, it was a strong force that was unstoppable even when it was in the public eye.

[mikachacha]

𝙰 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚈𝚘𝚞 (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚖𝚎! 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚌! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Synopsis: It's been a while since you took your girlfriend out on a date so when your schedules finally cleared up on the same day, you took her out and prepared some little surprises as well.

Warnings: None. Just fluff 🫶🫶

(A/N: Been planning for some time but I forgot 💀💀 Also, reader is taller than Bada. Maybe 2 inches taller than her)

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"Babe, I could swear that all my clothes have transferred over to your closet now.." you sighed and crossed your arms as you were looking for a comfy shirt to wear but found most of your shirts are gone. Bada only giggled watching you as she's currently wearing one of your shirts. You just ruffled her hair messing it up as you went over to her closet and grabbed one of your shirts that she stole.

"Heyyyy! That's mine.. Plus you look better without a shirt." Bada complained. You raised an eyebrow before getting in front of her and raising your shirt to expose your stomach then raise it up until your sports bra was exposed, just giving Bada a little show that got her blushing like a tomato.

"You didn't say that you were into this, baby.. I would've walked around shirtless the whole time." you teased and she covered her face, whining that made you laugh out loud. You found it really adorable how easy it is for you to make her blush, especially when people see her as the cool and chill leader of team Bebe.

"Stopppppp! I'll give your shirts back just stop torturing me!" Bada whined some more and you just hugged her, laughing and telling her how adorable she is. You told her to get ready since you're taking her out somewhere. You're both busy as individuals, her being on Street Woman Fighter while you're teaching at JustJerk and also models at the side so whenever you're both free, you always take her out on a date or if you just had your paycheck, you'd take her out to shop. You loved spoiling your girlfriend because she deserves it. And if you treated her like a queen before you were earning decent money, you might as well be consistent with it, right?

"Go get changed. We're going out on a date and we can go shopping afterwards if you want. I'm gonna treat my beautiful baby out today since she did so well on Street Woman Fighter." you told her and kissed her forehead. Bada's eyes twinkled in pure joy from your words. It has been a while since you went on a date with her. She misses spending time with you and this date is really perfect to make up for the times lost.

Once both of you are ready, you give her a little box that contains a nice little bracelet you purchased in Paris while you were working there. You knew Bada has been eyeing that bracelet for some time now but didn't purchase it because as she said, it was way too expensive. When you saw it while you were overseas, you didn't have to think twice before you bought it. Nothing is expensive when it comes to your girlfriend. Seeing her smile is worth it every single time.

"What is it?" Bada asked while holding the box in her hands. She has an idea about the item inside but she still couldn't wrap her head around the idea of you buying that specific item for her because it's expensive and there's no special occasion to receive such a gift.

"Go open it, love and let me know what you think." you told her so she did. She opened the box and a gasp left her lips seeing that it really was the bracelet that she's been saving up for. You chuckled at her reaction and offered to put it on her which she giddily agreed to.

"Baby.. Stoppppp.. You're taking me out on a date, taking me out shopping and now this? You spoil me so much.. You're way too good to me." Bada says, pouting a bit and you noticed she was tearing up. You cupped her cheeks and placed a sweet kiss on her lips, resting your forehead against hers. She really is precious and you're lucky to call her as your girlfriend.

"Anything for my pretty baby. I love spoiling you whenever I can and I know you're working your ass off for that competition.. You deserve all of this and more, baby." you told her and she just hugged you tight, thanking you over and over. You just stayed like that for a few minutes before you led her to your car so you can proceed on that little date you planned out for her.

You took Bada out to the restaurant she absolutely loves and took her shopping afterwards. You also had to shop for new clothes because your girlfriend always steals yours though you can't get mad especially when she looks at you with those cute eyes that always melts your heart. Bada really enjoyed her day with you, though it was maybe too much that she fell asleep on the way home. You smiled seeing your girlfriend slept with a smile on her face. You felt fulfilled that you were able to make her happy today.

When you got home, you didn't wake her up. You just carried her inside and tucked her in bed, letting her rest for a bit then you brought in the things you shopped inside your shared home before you headed to the kitchen to prepare some food you know that she loves to eat during days like this. You smiled as you realized that at this point, you're willing to do everything for Bada. You're willing to do everything for the woman who held your heart and soul captive since you first laid your eyes on her.