#lee bada

“Two shots. Vodka,” she says, continuing her order with a lazy flick of her long fingers toward the bartender. You can only think of one thing — the kind of thought no one should be having about a fucking stranger who’s been staring at you every night like she’s memorizing your pulse.

You’re definitely not a vodka girl. You’re the type who prefers colorful drinks — sugary, sweet, ridiculous. You swallow hard, knowing you're not the one made to drink this type of bitterness.

Bada notices every movement of your throat, the way the you most clearly doesn’t appreciate bitter drinks at all. She lets out a low laugh, followed by a grin.

“Don’t like it, princess?” she teases, catching your hesitation before tilting her head back and swallowing her shot in one smooth motion. Then the other.

Your throat tightens at the nickname — something rising and growing hot in your body. Your heart beats faster than it should, your breath having a hard time to keep steady. You subtly adjust your top.

You study her for a moment — the curve of her mouth, the way her eyes gleam and how badly you're wanting to taste it — before finally asking:

“And your name is?”

Your palms rest lightly on your knees, probably sweating, though your focus is entirely on her.

“Hm? And why exactly should I tell you?”

She tilts her head, the playful cruelty in her smile along with teasing. Her fingers tap lazily against the counter, her body inclining just slightly forward, enough to let you feel the tension in every single muscle you own.

You drag your tongue against the inside of your cheek, taken aback by her damm bluntness. Your brows clench together in a small, incredulous frown before you let out a soft, almost amused exhale.

“I think I deserve to know the name of the lunatic stalker who stares at me every single night in this fucking club.”

Bada’s grin widens — like she just won. So you had noticed. You had seen how badly she’d been wanting and aching for you all these nights. She lets out a sarcastic laugh, fingers sliding deliberately through her hair as she removes her cap and fits it back into place. And God, you wish she didn't look that hot when she does that.

“Bada Lee,” she says, voice thick with second intentions, her fingers brushing lightly against your knees in an attempt to replace your hands, which had been resting there seconds before.

“Happy?”

Her touch grows firmer, just enough to send a clean shiver rippling up your spine and make you gulp roughly.

Heat creeps up your cheeks, blooming outward like someone flipped a switch under your skin. Suddenly, the club feels unbearably hot. You tug lightly at the hem of your top again, trying — and failing — to steady your breath.

Silence settles into the small space between you for a few seconds, and Bada’s touch on your knee tightens, her hand sliding a little higher toward your thighs.You feel your whole body tremble, damn it. she’s got you exactly where she wants you.

“Are you planning to at least tell me why you’ve been staring at me this whole time?”

You manage to get the words out, your voice sounding half annoyed but slightly unsteady. You definitely put in a lot of effort not to stutter this time.

Bada leans in even closer, her lips brushing the edge of your ear as her fingers trace lazily patterns at the top of your thighs, right over the hem of your tiny skirt.

"It's fun to fantasize about you. About how i could rip that fucking skirt away, suck your lips until they're swollen and open this pretty mouth with my fingers. Such a pretty girl like you."

She brushes her thumb on your bottom lip.

"And i wouldn't say that if i also haven't seen the way you were asking me to take you right in this bar with your eyes."

She nibbles on your earlobe, a teasing little bite of pressure. Fuck. Her words alone are enough to set your whole body on fire, heat unfurling in every place that wants her—needs her. She could fuck you right in that club and you'd let her.

“Tell me, princess… am I wrong?” she whispers in your ear again, her mouth brushing dangerously close to your neck. You feel the mix of alcohol and arousal hitting you hard, flooding your body as you bite down on your lip.

Your mind is dizzy, you feel the heat between your thighs growing with maddening ache at each word Bada whispers. You brush your hand over Bada's wrist, then move it to her shoulders, lifting yourself up to get on her lap.

Her smirk grow wider as she holds your hips firmly, licking her lips as she's starving for every inch of you.

"Tell me what you want, pretty" — Bada Lee's voice rough with desire, pure craving.

Your mouth keeps shut, but you slowly and torturously tighten your holding on her shoulder, while you straddle her lap in a motion enough to drive Bada completely off the edge.

She groans low, biting her lip, visibly losing every slip of control she once thought she'd have over herself. The tall one holds your hips even more harshly — that will leave bruises.

"Fuck, kitten, you can't move on me like that and not say a word, hm?" — she huffs sharply, one hand lifting up to meet your stomach, going higher under your croptop.

You nearly moan at her talking, your lips parted away as you watch Bada's gaze roam over your body, lost in the thought of how good your insides could squeeze her fingers tight, how sweet you must taste when her tongue manages to go all over you. Fuck.

"I want to go to the back of the club with you.." — you answer, voice barely above a whisper, your cheeks flushing red with a growing, coiling need.

In a swift motion, your legs are wrapped around Bada's waist as she steadies you with her hands on your hips and ass. You gasp, gripping on the back of her neck — your skirt riding up as your covered core meets Lee's cold belt. She growls.

Bada moves through the dim hallway with you still held against her, every step deliberate, not caring enough about people who might be staring. She wants you, and she wants you now.

The club noises fade entirely as she guides you towards the backdoor, she squeezes your hips just enough to make your breath hitch.

A side door swings open under her shoulder — cold air hitting your skin — as your fingers curl at the back of her neck, feeling the warmth of her skin.

"Hold on, doll" Bada murmurs, her tone low and rough, but filled with undeniable need.

Your heartbeat stumbles even more as you slowly grind your hips against her, sufficiently good to make her fingers clench on you possessively. Shes driving you fucking insane, and so are you.

Lee growls, tilting her head back and biting her lip hard — she can't take your teasing any longer.

"Fucking vixen, want me to fuck you right here?" — she rumbles. You're not making it any easier for her.

She pushes open a side door and steps into the darker back corridor, closing it with a stomp. She pushes you against it, feeling the chilly walls hit your back.

Bada's hands are all over you, pulling you flush against her, leaving a trail of open-mouthed and sloppy kisses on your neck. You spill out a moan, your legs already wanting to give in, altogether with the accumulated desire.

"Hah, Bada.." — you whimper, catching yourself becoming slick and soaked for her.

A low gasp shudders out of Bada's lips, which go straight to crush on yours. Your moan shoots straight to her, she swallows it with a possessive kiss, nipping on your bottom lip while her tongue takes your lips completely, messy and wet, making sure to know every corner of that pretty mouth.

She pulls back briefly, her own breath unsteady. A strand of saliva still connecting both mouths together, your lips meet hers once again, this time even more needier — if that's even possible.

"God, you're greedy" — Bada Lee's hands never leaves your hips, moving to your thighs as she allows your feet to meet the floor.

You grip on her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. While you grind your body against hers, she takes the opportunity to slide her fingers under your croptop once again — this time, taking it off completely.

Her fingertips slowly play with your nipples, already sensitive and hard just from a slight brush. You moan, your lips close to her neck.

"Already this worked up, baby?" — a dark chuckle escaped rolled from her throat, before curling her hands on your tits fully, her thumb rolling on the most sensitive part of your nipple.

"F... Fuck, Bada!" You let out a louder moan than before, squirming against her as she teases your nipples. God, your head is spinning.

She curves her lips in a sly grin, positioning the tip of her tongue on the highly responsive spot of your breasts, making you arche your back. Her tongue flicks slowly, her eyes never leaving yours.

You clutch her hair desperately, moving her mouth closer to you, biting your lip to avoid any more noises — damn hard to do.

Bada's hands shift to your waist, then even lower, reaching your inner thighs under your skirt. Mouth moving from your nipple to your collarbone. Her hand go higher, taunting the waistband of your soaked panties.

You bite your lip even harder.

"Hmm? Did i tell my pretty whore to stop her noises?" — she rumbles, completely trapping you with her body.

Her motions are maddening, fingers slowly brushing on your swollen clit over your underwear, making you gasp.

"Look at me" — Hands going from your breasts to your neck, Bada's fingers tightening around it.

Your lips are nearly bleeding, all this "restraint" not working at all. With mouth now parted away, you look at her, your hips buckling against her fingers, aching for them inside you.

"You better not hide those pretty sounds." — she slaps your pussy, her fingers tightening even more around your neck.

You whine, eyes closing and breath unsteady. Your folds tighten over emptiness, craving to be filled.

"Look at me while im talking to you, damn it" Bada holds your chin firmly, you have no choice but to directly lock your eyes on hers. She moves her hands to your inner thighs once again — making you whimper for her fingers on your core — landing them sharply on your flesh.

Your back arches with the slaps, your skin aching red and bruised, a jolt of pleasure being sent to your whole body.

"Will you be a good girl for me?" — Her voice husky, fingers slowly making its path back to your wet cunt.

You nod desperately, fingers trailing along Bada's back, scratching just as slightly and solidly. She bites your neck, licking and sucking her mark.

"Fuck, so good for me, baby."

She growls against your neck, roughly loosening your skirt — never taking it off. Her digits grind on your skin, reaching your slick pussy.

"Bada, please!" — a plea coming from your throat in a cry, you can't deny it anymore — Never could. You need her inside you now.

Bada licks her lips as she watches you moving your hips forward to meet her fingers, begging for her to make you cum right there. And she finally gives it to you.

With a sharp motion, she slides two fingers inside your dripping center, rubbing her thumb on your clit.

"So fucking tight and soaked, all for me, baby?" — her fingers move faster, curling up in order to hit your G-spot, making you scream.

"Shit, Bada! All for you, only for you!" You moan, your noises making her pace quicken, thumb circling your swollen nub and applying the right pressure. Damn it, you're seeing stars now. Your breathing goes hitched, walls squeezing her fingers tight.

"Bada, please! Fuck, i'm going to cum"

You tremble, already feeling your folds ready to release your orgasm and completely soak Bada's fingers, scream her name once more as you finally hit your peak because of her. Shit, shit, you're so damn close now.

Until she withdrawls her fingers completely.

You scream her name desperately, frustration waving through you as your pussy aches badly for her again. You hold her wrist, moving it to meet your center, almost filled with cum.

Bada grins, laughing darkly as she studies your desperation, the way your thighs close and rub on each other to try feeling something — failed. She's enjoying this so damn much.

"Such a needy whore, did you want to cum?" — she moves her fingers to your mouth, forcing you to open it and suck her digits fully.

She shoves the whole length of her long fingers inside your throat, thrusting it relentlessly. You gasp, eyes filled with tears and unable to form a sentence, just whimper.

"Sucking my fingers so clean, maybe you deserve a reward" — Bada crashes them deeper into your throat, the way your tongue swirls around it almost make her snap.

She removes her fingers, replacing them with her tongue instead. She sucks yours with pure hunger, nothing else more — just pure desire.

You moan on the kiss, your lips already swollen and hurting a little, but you'd never ask her to stop. Fuck no, the way her lips feels on yours is addicting. You're addicted to her.

Bada slowly licks your whole body, starting from your lips until your stomach, giving you occasional painful hickeys. She kneels in front of you, completely, letting your skirt slip down as her fingertips dig into your hips, opening your thighs wider.

Steadily, she sticks out her tongue to meet your slick folds — throbbing with urge. Jaw dropped kisses being displayed along your walls, your clit.

"You don't cum until i say so." — then, Bada finally dips her tongue inside your hole, going in and out as she uses her lips to stimulate your whole pussy. God, she's eating you out so well.

"Don't stop, please! Bada..!" You scream her name, your noises getting needier and filthier with every flick of her tongue. You're too close, your knees are about to give out.

And Bada feels it. Everything.

She flicks her tongue faster against your clit, sucking and licking it deliberately. You tilt your head back in pleasure, begging her.

"Bada, please let me cum! Baby, please" Your body trembles, your cunt already clenching around her tongue. You grip on her hair tight, pulling her closer.

"Fuck" — she mutters a curse under her breath, licking her lips full of your fluids — "cum in my mouth, baby"

Her tongue gives your clit a few more strokes, enough to make you completely release all over her mouth. A guttural moan escaping your mouth as you fill Bada's throat with dripping cum.

Bada swallows it all, not a single drop left, her tongue milking your orgasm even more, you moan loud.

"God, fuck! S... so good!" You whine, eyes rolling back as you feel your body tremble, giving out completely.

Lee slowly gets up with a final slap on your slick core, rubbing your clit ever so slowly, just to overstimulate you.

"You taste so fucking good, doll"

She catches your lips again on a deep kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on her mouth completely. You're completely wrecked now, ruined — all because of her.

She stops her movements on your clit, squeezing your thigh as she whispers:

"Next time it will be at my place, with my strap on all shoved down your mouth, hm?" She grins, giving you another peck on the lips.

This is definitely not over.

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Throughout your entire career, you were never a fan of being in front of a camera. Always being riddled with nerves and anxiety, it made growing up relatively hard. It’s what caused your mother to push for what she believed was best for you. Which all parents usually do, but your mother went the extra mile to ‘better’ you.

There was always a looming thought in your mind—whether to thank or be angry at your mom. Because, as traumatic as your childhood was, she’s what got you into dancing in the first place. When you stepped into a ballet studio at the age of seven, you almost peed in your tutu while watching all the other experienced kids doing pliés and pirouettes. The experience left your stomach queasy, and your head spinning a bit—their incredibly slim yet lean figures could put negative thoughts in your head within an instant.

It was bearable… for the most part.

Yet at a young age, you begin to realize how negative adults can really be with kids, just like how your ballet instructor can be. Your mom forced you to stay in ballet, mainly because of a month's deposit she made on the class. So you had to stick it through, even if your teacher made your emotional self cry every night.

Regardless of those variables, you still found dancing fun. After you ended ballet, you've just danced at home in your room. It usually meant your fluffy socks gliding against the carpet of your room while wearing some random shorts and a large shirt. You would even act like you weren’t doing anything when your mom walked into your room, silently breathing heavily in an effort not to be caught out of embarrassment. 

Despite all your efforts, your mom isn’t stupid. She knew all about your dancing, especially with all the thumping on the upper levels of the house. So, to her, maybe, just maybe, to help you get out of your shell, she could put you into another class.

Fortunately, she did because you spent a week dancing the exact choreography you learned the day of. It didn’t necessarily help all the pent-up anxiety within you, but it did help with your confidence.

After a couple of years of doing so, you had finally began to have found a love for commercial dance classes. Not only did you find a new talent to be proud of, but it’s also when you started to meet your long-time friends.

Leejung was one of the first few of you met. When you were about fourteen years old, your parents realized how seriously you were beginning to take these classes, and realized that moving to Seoul would be beneficial for you. 

Once that happened, your first class introduced you to many of the Korean choreographers you’d see today. When you turned eighteen, you decided this was something you wanted to pursue.

So even without liking the camera and media, you went into all of it headfirst. Making a name for yourself on social media, taking as many classes as you can, and even trying to set up your own classes.

It was working as well, and everything seemed to be going great. There was nothing in your way.

Your parents were still hesitant about the career choice, but your father, being himself, was your biggest advocate when it came to your mother and your passion. 

Thank the universe she didn’t—or else you would’ve never met Bada.

The woman who you’d consider to be the love of your life. It was a pretty lackluster first impression, both of you sweating and dancing in the middle when called to do so. Bada’s a social butterfly—if she figured she liked your look and personality, she would personally go out of her way to talk to you.

You like to think she saw you as interesting enough to even be friends with, when it clearly became more than that. There wasn’t any opposition to being in a relationship; it was just something you never really thought about.

Since your main focus was getting out of your shell, you never really had a crush.

Yet when Bada came into your life, you were easily swept off your feet by the woman, which was just common for anything Bada does. By the time you realized you had some inkling of feelings for her, both of you were in the dance studio alone, and she had almost kissed you before stopping herself.

When that happened, you took a leap of faith. There wasn’t much thought behind it, but you kissed Bada the following week after another class you guys shared. From then on, there were dates, hangouts, and kisses until it finally became official between the two of you.

Then came the rise of Street Woman Fighter. The first season was an undeniable hit, people like No:ze and even Lee Chaeyeon gained more popularity than intended.

Long story short, after the first season, Bada had begun curating her own dance crew, BEBE. It was at a point in time when both you and Bada now had bigger careers. Your girlfriend had worked with multiple SM artists by then, while you worked with artists from multiple companies, and both of you were becoming somewhat known names in the dance scene.

Even teaching in multiple classes that same year. Getting close to certain students helped with the completion of the crew, and she even asked you—well, that’s how you find yourself here, seated first in the fight zone of the building with Bada beside you.

You feel sweat clinging to the palms of your hands as you rest them at the edge of your seat, right beside your thighs. 

There’s a feeling of warmth that settles right above your hand, looking over to see Bada using her hand to hold your. She gives a soft smile, mouthing if your okay and you nod.

The atmosphere felt a bit suffocating, especially when a video starts playing on the large monitor. You could feel how you almost jolt up from the loud volume and some groups began to talk about BEBE.

A lot of what each crew said was expected. How you guys haven’t been a crew for a long time, Bada and her copy cats, Bada overshadowing everyone else, blah blah blah.

You mentally prepared for what they would say about you guys… well, mostly that is.

“Y/n-nim… seems to look really cold, no?” You watch as Mina Myoung points at your photo, the rest of Deep N Dap nodding along. “She looks really mean,” JJ says, in a more innocent manner.

The next clip is 1Million watching videos of your dancing, and Lia Kim tilts her head, obviously confused for some reason. “I don’t really see anything special here,” their youngest, Harimu, tells them, and Lia claps once. “That’s exactly what I couldn’t put into words, Bada just seems like the star of the crew.”

“She’s popular for this mysterious facade she has on social media, right?” Yeni questions and Chocol nods. “Is she popular for her dancing or just the mysterious vibe of not showing her face much?” Halo asks, and you see the rest of the women shrug.

You huffed out the long breath you had been holding in, unsure of how to respond, but it was clear in the way your jaw clenched. Mnet had done a very good job of creating a dramatic atmosphere, and you didn’t know they would kind of push the boundaries of your insecurities.

Shouldn’t have thought so highly of them in the first place. You couldn’t be mad about it all since a lot of it was the truth. Glancing over to your right, Bada’s face is being hit by the cool-toned lighting, the rush of red on her cheeks growing darker from festering anger after each word a person spoke.

Her fist clenched hard, seeing the colors of her knuckles fading into white. With cameras all around, it was difficult to grab her hand or do anything outwardly comforting. The best you could do was brush your finger up against the back of Bada’s hand, and you can see how her shoulders relax from your peripheral vision.

That only lasted for about ten seconds, because as soon as the video ends, the room is filled with the sounds of slamming as you and the girls watch stickers being placed right next to your names.

Bada, despite being popular like everyone said, only got two stickers—from very obvious people, you might add.

You knew Bada well enough by now to know about the history between her and Redy, while she worked with Redlic quite often. There was something at the tip of your tongue about it all, but as you're about to whisper about it to Bada, the monitor shows multiple stickers slamming right beside your name.

Six to be exact.

Not knowing whether to find it amusing or outright disrespectful, a scoff escapes your lips as you look a bit shocked. It was clear that you weren’t as well-known as your girlfriend, and you believed you had gone past that era of feeling like you were overshadowed by her aura. Yet standing here made you feel that same anxiety and frustration—the same feelings you had when the first comment of you and Bada showed up in some YouTube comments.

You even remember the first time reading it. The comment was under a video of a choreography made by you, and Bada had joined the class last minute, to everyone’s knowledge. In the video, you had put everyone in groups except Bada to show her off. 

Not many people knew you two were together, but it didn’t mean you weren’t going to be proud and show her off. In your mind, it isn’t clear if that choice of yours was a mistake or not when you read, ‘I usually dislike Y/n’s style of dancing, but Bada-nim made it work and I love it!’

Reading the comment threw you off, and Bada even noticed it. There was a point in time when you distanced yourself because of it. 

That was at the beginning of your relationship, and you had to learn to grow from it. There’s also no denying that gaining your own fanbase certainly helped the matter. 

Bada’s eyes shift towards you, seeing how your face has become a shade paler at the silence. You have a brilliant girlfriend, and she knows you get into your head… like a lot.

She knew it was likely going to be worse this time since you didn’t take kindly to badmouthing. Constructive criticism was something you could handle, maybe one tear will roll down your face, but you tend to keep your head up high.

Now, comments like these—they’re a big problem. Due to being so harsh on yourself, Bada could already feel the breakdown coming. It wasn’t something she ‘wanted’ to be aware of, but you gave her enough signals that it was going to come soon.

The hair combing, the cracking of your fingers, the way you’d press your lips shut tight, and how you would begin rotating your wrist as if you’re stretching. Within a minute, you had done all of that in order as you took your seats.

You couldn’t even focus for the rest of the show, just constantly spacing out. Like, even with everyone being hype about Jam Republic, Kang Daniel, or Shonwu, you just sat in the corner beside Bada, just staring at the floor as if it were a void.

There was a tug on your sleeve, bringing you out of your head, and you looked up to see Bada holding on, waiting for you to come along with her. Quietly, you get up, not saying a word, as Bada gives you a hug while bringing you up the stairs.

All of the girls were mentally prepping for battles, more excited than nervous, but when Lusher realized you hadn’t voiced your opinions at all, she carefully warned the rest to tone it down.

As you changed at the deeper end of the hideout, Bada kept looking at you, her worried eyes saying it all. You could see how the tail ends of her brows turned down while glancing every once in a while. “Unnie, should I have everyone head out first?” Lusher whispers to the eldest, who only watched as you paced back and forth like you were keeping yourself busy with something. “Yeah…” Bada mumbles, just keeping track of you.

The third oldest began ushering out each member, explaining that you two would follow.

“Babe?” You hear her call out while walking, but your legs wouldn’t seem to stop working on their own. They just kept going and going and going.

That was until you heard her call out again, and it was the thing that made you pause. “Are you okay?”

Those damned trigger words. 

You feel the tears pooling in your eyes, looking down as you try taking deep breaths to hold them back. “Yeah,” you tried telling her, or yourself even, but your trembling voice made it clear that if you didn’t cry it out now, you’d be crying on the stage later, and she knew you wouldn’t want that.

Bada opens her arms, one hand in a beckoning motion—her welcoming you into her arms. You shuffle over to where she’s seated, sitting on her lap softly as you lay your head in the crook of her neck.

Her warmth was good enough to calm you down, her scent could’ve drowned your worries at that exact moment. 

But once you feel the palm of her hand running up and down your back softly, the water works begin to fall. The sounds of your sniffles and whimpers filled the room as her arms wrapped around you.

She feels your tears wetting her neck, due to your lashes fluttering against them ever so lightly. “T-This show makes m-me feel stupid. They made me l-look like a joke,” you talk through your tears, gasping for air throughout your sentence as you couldn’t stop the emotions overcoming you.

You feel Bada caressing your head, hushing you to say everything is okay. She even presses a few light kisses on the top of your head, and it seems to be doing the trick.

She had felt your breathing become far more relegated, how you stopped shaking and stopped gripping her shirt. 

Bada leans back, sweeping the strands of hair out of your face, then taking the pad of her thumb to wipe away the tears staining your face.

“They’re just trying to stir drama,” she whispers in your ear, making sure the production team wouldn’t hear, and you nod, ultimately agreeing with Bada.

Due to everyone changing, it was a quick camera break, and Bada was about to make the most of it. 

“One, I’m sure everyone here respects you. Two, you are the most talented, strong, hardworking, beautiful woman in the whole wide world,” she tells you, stretching out her arms to signify the size of the world.

Her nose scrunches up while doing so, making you giggle. The reaction has her looking at you with a smile, taking you into her arms once more. “There’s that beautiful smile I know and love.”

She softly moves you off her lap, seating you right next to her as she goes over to get her cap next to the door, then places it on your head. You feel how it shimmies down your hair, the large brim covering you, likely, irritated and puffy eyes.

“Let’s go out there and kill it?”

You were sprawled on the couch, one leg bouncing restlessly, watching the blue glow of Bada's laptop light up her face. Her brows were furrowed, her fingers moving quickly over the keys. She hadn't looked at you in nearly twenty minutes, and your patience had already snapped.

"You're still on that?" Your voice was sharp, cutting through the quiet hum of her typing. "We're supposed to leave in ten minutes, Bada."

"I'm almost done," she replied smoothly, not even glancing up. Her tone was so maddeningly calm, like you were just background noise. "If I don't finalize these class schedules now, I'll be behind all week."

You rolled your eyes dramatically standing up in your heels, letting them click to the floor. "So your students get your attention, but I don't?"

That made her pause. Her head lifted just slightly, her gaze finally sliding to you, heavy-lidded. "Don't start, babe. I said I'm almost done."

"Don't start?" you shot back, heat rising in your chest. "We've been planning this night for weeks. You're acting like I'm asking you to choose between me and your damn career."

"Because that's what it sounds like," she said evenly, shutting the laptop but keeping her hand resting on it. "This isn't me ignoring you. This is me working. You knew who I was when you started dating me."

You scoffed, walking to grab your bag. "Yeah, yeah, the brilliant choreographer. Everyone wants a piece of you. I just didn't think I'd have to fight for mine."

That line hung in the air. Her jaw tightened, the first real crack in her composure tonight.

She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms, eyes fixed on you with that maddening stare that always made you feel like you were being handled. "You're being impatient."

"And you're being impossible," you snapped, shoving your bag over your shoulder. "Whatever. Don't expect me to sit around and be quiet all night."

Her lips pressed into a thin line, gaze following your movements as you stormed to the door. She didn’t chase after you. Of course she didn't. She just gave you that steady, unreadable look, the one that said she was annoyed but too controlled to show it.

And somehow, that only made you want to push harder.

At the party, the music was loud, pounding in your chest, the bass rattling the floor like a second heartbeat. Perfect.

It drowned out the echo of Bada's dismissive tone from earlier. You're being impatient. Her voice still crawled under your skin like an itch.

You hated how she could close the laptop, give you that steady, unreadable look, and act like that was enough.

So now, you were five shots in, draped against strangers like they were long-lost friends, laughing too loud at jokes you barely heard. Every time your cup emptied, someone was refilling it, and you let them.

If Bada wanted to act like she was above it all, then fine. She can do her thing but you'd show her just how much fun you could have without her.

From the corner of your eye, you could see her. Always could. She was leaned against the bar, tall frame impossible to miss, drink in hand, eyes on the crowd but not really participating. Typical Bada. You hated how much you still wanted her even while you were angry.

So when the drinking game started, you jumped in immediately, sliding onto the floor with the circle, knees brushing against whoever sat closest. The heat of the alcohol had your skin buzzing, thoughts sharp and reckless.

Your heart thudded, angry and desperate all at once. You hated her calm.

You hated how she could annoy the hell out of you and still make your stomach twist just by existing. And maybe that was why you kept drinking. To blur the line between your anger and your craving.

The bottle spun across the floor, clattering to a stop. It pointed at Bada.

The circle erupted, laughter and shouts filling the air. Bada smirked faintly, setting her glass aside before leaning forward with lazy confidence.

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare," she answered, of course. Smooth as if nothing in this room could rattle her.

The game master looked around, but you were already leaning in, raising your hand high, voice cutting sharp through the noise: "I'll give her one."

Every head swiveled toward you. Bada's gaze following last.

You smirked, drunk and shameless, eyes locked on hers. Your dare. Your moment. "I dare Bada," you said slowly, savoring it, "to kiss me. Right here. In front of everyone."

The crowd exploded and She tilted her head, calm as ever, and asked coolly, "Really?" And you saw it, that flicker in her eyes. The one that said she hated losing.

"Unless you're scared," you fired back, grin curling at your lips.

The shift was subtle but sharp. She stood up, long strides carrying her through the circle of people like the parting of waves. The music felt quieter suddenly, the air thick with anticipation.

And then she was in front of you, cupping your jaw with one large, warm hand. Her thumb brushed your cheek, gentle, but her gaze was hard.

Like she was reminding you who you were dealing with.

The kiss started controlled, her lips firm, her tongue barely teasing. The kind of kiss meant to shut you up, not give you what you wanted. But you didn't play nice. You bit her lip.

She groaned against your mouth, low and quiet, and in the next second, the kiss turned molten. Her tongue slid against yours, her hand tightening at the back of your neck to keep you there.

The circle erupted in cheers, claps, and whistles, but all you felt was her mouth devouring yours, her composed shield shattering just a little.

You grinned into the kiss, drunk on the taste of her, drunk on the fact that you'd won.

When she finally pulled back, her lips glistened in the dim light, her eyes narrowed as she leaned close enough for only you to hear.

"Satisfied?" she whispered.

Your smirk was pure sin, shameless as you licked your lips. "Not even close."

You slammed the lock shut with a click, still tipsy, still buzzing from the alcohol and the kiss in front of everyone. "You're crazy, aren't you? Don't tell me you're running off now." you sneered, back against the sink, arms crossed.

Bada set her drink on the counter with a clink, slow, deliberate. "You really don't know when to stop, do you?"

"Maybe I don't want to stop." Your grin was sharp, defiant. "You ignore me at home for your work, and now you think you can shut me up with one little kiss?"

Her eyes flashed, jaw tight. She stepped forward until her body pinned yours against the cold sink. "You're drunk."

"And you're obsessed with your damn schedules," you shot back, tugging her by the collar.

That did it. She kissed you hard. Her teeth clashing, tongue shoving past your lips like she was trying to prove a point. You gasped against her, biting back, refusing to let her have all the control. The kiss was fueled by every unsaid word between you.

Her hands gripped your hips, hard enough to bruise. "You drive me insane, love." she growled against your mouth.

"Then lose your mind for me," you whispered, tugging her hair until she hissed.

Bada dropped to her knees before you could get another jab in, shoving your skirt up and dragging your panties aside in one rough move. You jolted when her breath hit your skin, heat flaring instantly.

"Bada—"

"Shh. Shut up for me?" Her voice was calm, commanding, and then her mouth was on you.

You gasped, one hand flying to the counter for balance, the other gripping her hair. The first drag of her tongue up your slit was slow and savoring. And it nearly made your knees buckle.

"Fuck—"

She smirked against you, then pressed her mouth harder, latching onto your clit with wet, obscene suction. The sound echoed in the small bathroom, mixing with your strangled whimpers.

Instinct took over. You hooked one trembling leg over her shoulder, pulling her closer, grinding yourself against her face. You begged for more, voice ragged.

Bada groaned into you, the vibration shooting straight through your core.

She shoved two fingers inside you suddenly, curling them up until your hips jolted.

You nearly screamed, slapping a hand over your mouth. Your thighs shook, squeezing around her head, but she only pinned you tighter against the sink.

"Look at you," she muttered against your skin between licks, eyes flicking up, dark and glinting. "All that attitude, all that pouting. Melting the second I touch you."

You tugged her hair hard enough to make her moan, rolling your hips shamelessly against her mouth. "I'm so— freaking mad, but only you," you gasped, voice breaking. "Only you can make me like this."

Her groan was low as she fucked you with her fingers deeper, tongue circling your clit until your whole body trembled. The bathroom filled with the wet, filthy sounds of her devouring you, and your muffled cries bouncing off the tiles.

When your orgasm hit, it was brutal.

Your head tipped back against the mirror with a dull thud, your thighs locking around her shoulders as wave after wave tore through you. You choked out her name like it was the only word you knew.

But Bada didn't stop. She kept licking you through it until you were shoving at her head, whining from overstimulation. Only then did she pull back, chin glistening, lips swollen, breathing heavy.

She stood slowly, towering over you again, and without giving you a chance to recover, she kissed you deep, making you taste yourself on her tongue. Her grip on your jaw was firm, grounding.

"Lesson learned?" she whispered against your lips, thumb stroking your cheek.

Your laugh was weak, breathless, but still cocky. "Only that you're completely whipped for me."

Her grin was dangerous, the kind that promised you weren't done. "Yeah? So I haven't made it up to you yet?"

You rolled your eyes, "Apologize properly next time. But no, we're not done here yet." And you kissed her again wanting more.

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a/n:

er... well this is how I write smut. tell me what you think?

also, I disappeared for a while and I found this in my inbox. I hope this answers your question <3

📍 School of Performing Arts, Seoul.

You meet Bada on some Tuesday that you already despise.

Your music is playing, elegant and smooth. The mirrors are clean.

Your posture? Perfect. Chin lifted, back straight, with years of discipline and hardwork aligned neatly in your bones.

Because what could possibly go wrong, right?

Nope!

The door opens. Along with that was the sound of sneakers scuffing the floor, some "noise music" blasting on someone's phone— you don't know what it is, probably K-Pop. You're not a fan.

And you saw who it was from your peripheral sight while keeping your face straight on the large mirror.

Baggy cargos with one too many pockets, a white shirt underneath some kind of hoodie from some expensive brand with one sleeve thrown over her shoulder.

Long extended hair, black hair with blonde peeking out from underneath from her bangs to the end of her hair.

Sharp nose, milky skin— stop.

Bada Lee.

She didn't knock and neither did she ask. She just plugged in her speakers as if the room belonged to her.

You stop mid-turn as you speak calmly, "This studio's reserved."

Bada glances at you lazily as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Yeah. By dancers."

Oh and was the shady implication ever so clear.

You smiled thinly despite the growing urge to roll your eyes. "Then you must be in the wrong studio."

The tall girl gave you a once over— pointe shoes, stillness seemingly so effortless, and composure so sharp like a blade that it could be uncanny.

"Didn't know mannequins could talk." She retorts.

Your eyes narrow as you cross your arms in an attempt to keep your elegance, your tone challenging and just as petty. "Didn't know noise counted as choreography."

A beat, the studio goes quiet.

Before Bada grinned, cocky and infuriating.

And that's where it all began, and when you knew this was going to be a whole problem.

And oh! Did I mention that almost the whole academy population loves to see you both collide and bicker ever since then?

...

📍 Morning Assembly, 9:00 AM

All of you don't usually do these anymore.

But many were gathered for an out of the blue morning assembly for a quote on quote, "Important Announcement".

Suddenly, the yellow blazer you had on felt too hot for it's material and the bow above your collar felt weird.

You had a bad feeling.

Surprise!

A Fusion Showcase announced so enthusiastically by the academy, almost like it's a gift.

Street. Classical. Two styles. One performance.

Guess what.

The academy already chose the contestants and paired them.

You close your eyes and mentally pray that it wasn't someone you don't get along with—

"Bada Lee and Y/N L/N."

Fuck.

The expansive gym explodes into murmurs and supportive claps before they continued announcing the rest.

You laugh with dry humor under your breath, "This has to be a joke." You must be going crazy, aren't you?

All the while your friends beside you chuckle and gave you knowing glances.

Coincidentally, Bada was just a few feet behind you before she stood beside you with a scoff.

"Relax, princess. I'll try not to step on you."

You didn't even spare a glance as you kept your gaze straight. "You couldn't keep up even if you tried."

Bada leaned down beside you to glance at your side profile. "Wanna bet?"

she wraps your legs around her waist and leans down to you, one hand by your head, the other rubbing up and down your thigh. she presses her lips against yours. it starts out so sweet. her lips ghosting against yours, kissing you and pulling back when you move in for more. but something switches in her when you moan into her mouth. the hand on your thigh moves up to squeeze your waist, the hand by your head grasps your hair and pulls. she bites your bottom lip, waiting for you to open your mouth. she licks her tongue against yours, groaning as she grinds against you.

"so fucking good for me." bada presses kisses in between each word. her brows furrow as she grinds harder against you, deepening the kiss by gripping your hair. you gasp, hands grabbing onto her shoulders,

"feels so good baby." your hips grind up into hers.

bada stops kissing you in favor of watching you move. you're so fucking hot. she loves the way your eyes flutter each time you meet her in the middle. your nails feel so good through the fabric of her flannel. she wants to take more from you. make you moan louder.

"fuck. fuck baby, stop." she draws out, hand letting go of your hair. she sits back up, taking a look at how flustered you looked. she's sure she looked nearly the same,

"tell me what you want, baby." bada's free hand, that was previously gripping your hair, dances down your stomach and cups your cunt. she lets you grind against her hand for a bit, enjoying the small gasps you were letting out.

"c'mon baby. tell bada what you need."

you open your eyes and bada's are peering down at you. the breath leaves your lungs as her fingers dance around your clit.

"want you to fill me up- please."

bada's eyes close. she needed to make you feel good. needed to see you fall apart against her.

"so polite," she bends down to leave a short kiss on your lips, "whatever you want, angel."

bada grabs her strap and watches as your eyes sparkle. she chuckles a bit. she's made a habit of wearing a harness underneath her pants as you've just been so needy lately. your hands reach out to help her, but she swats at you. she makes you watch as she puts it on. your head spins as you take in her appearance. she's got a loose flannel on, grey cargos unzipped just enough to account for the cock strapped to her, and a messy bun to complete her look. her bangs are starting to stick to her forehead and she's nearly panting.

she makes her way between your legs.

bada leans down and kisses you again. its so much sloppier this time. teeth and tongues clashing and when bada comes up for air, theres a line of spit between the two of you,

"open your mouth."

you comply, mouth opening almost immediately at the command. bada sticks her thumb inside and you instinctively close your mouth around it. bada kisses her way down your neck. she stops just above your collarbones and mouths over the area. she feels you take a deep breath as she sucks a mark into you. she bites at the skin first, makes her mark, and then tongues around the area, pulling away to lightly blow cool air. she loves to watch the goosebumps on your skin.

once she's done enough damage to your neck, she switches her attention to your chest. she takes a nipple into her mouth and groans. she fucking loved your tits. she pulls away with a pop,

"so good for me hmm?" she smirks against your skin when you whine against her thumb. she removes her digit from your mouth.

"'m good for you- your good girl- fuck." you moan out as she grinds her strap against your core. you try and pull her closer and she pulls away from you,

"say please." she teases, one hand takes the silicone cock and fucks just the head of it into your pussy. your back arches,

"please. please fuck me."

bada grins again, wordlessly sliding into you in one swift thrust. she revels in your gasp. she pulls almost all of the way out and grinds back into you. her hips are like water as the fluidly go back and forth. her hips stutter when she hears a particularly loud moan, making sure to grind up into that spot.

she wraps a hand around your neck and lightly squeezes, "you like it baby? you like when i take you like this?"

you respond by pulling her back down to your lips, she meets you in a messy liplock.

"deeper- please baby go deeper." you whine, hands grabbing at bada's back. she pulls out until only the head of her strap was left and pushes back into you. you inch up the bed at how hard she was fucking you. her hand comes to cradle the top of your head, making sure you never hit the headboard.

"what happened to my sweet y/n? huh?" she pulls out and slams back into you, "when you could barely ask me to kiss you, now you're begging for me to go harder, deeper." her eyes bore into yours, "you're just a needy little thing, arent you? "

your eyes water. she was fucking you too good. one hand cradled your head and the other was grasping onto the sheets to steady herself. you could feel her in your stomach and it made you lightheaded. fuzzy. you wanted her to crawl into your skin and stay there.

she taps your cheek, bringing you back to reality, "am i fucking you too good baby? mmh? or does my pretty girl need more?"

you whimper, murmering out a quiet "please" and bada takes this as an enthusiastic yes.

she leans back, the hand covering your head smoothes down your stomach and she leans back onto her feet, one hand going behind her for support. she fucks up into you, and in this position, she hits your g spot perfectly with each thrust. you also get a view of your girlfriend getting lost in your sounds. she's got one hand pressing on your lower stomach, her hips roll into yours. her bun coming nearly undone, stray hairs falling into her face. and- oh- she just put her shirt in her fucking mouth. her brows are furrowed, forehead creasing at how much she's focused on making you feel good.

your body lights up, eyes rolling to the back of your head. your hands grip the sheets behind you and bada's groaning out with each thrust as if she's fucking her own cock into you. she thinks she could cum like this. fucking into you, watching and hearing you getting mindfucked into oblivion. she fucks you like she wants you to only know her and the way she languidly rolls her hips into your own.

you were so upset earlier about how she acted in front of her class today. she put on a show for them, showed them something only you were supposed to witness; to feel.

what she doesn't tell you is that she imagined you under her the entire time.

so now she's imitating exactly what she was doing to that floor, this time, with a partner.

she knows you're about to cum when your eyes become hazy and unfocused. she cant help but be selfish in the moment. she wants to feel you cum. she wants to be the one making you feel this good. she wants to feel you clench around her, grip at her hair, shove her closer to your aching cunt. so she does what any sane person does and pulls out.

you don't even have the time to process being empty, bada yanks you by your legs to the edge of the bed and gets on her knees.

"wanted to feel you cum," she grabs the back of your thighs so that your knees are against your chest, a certain anklet dangling dangerously by her ears. she spits on your pussy and dives right in. she licks a stripe up between your lips, a stuttered moan leaving her mouth. she presses soft kisses to your sensitive clit, one hand coming down to rub at your opening.

your knees knock together, trapping bada in between your thighs,

she flicks her eyes up, "spread your legs."

you relax them a bit.

"gonna make you cum in my mouth. wanna feel you."

she inserts two fingers into you, scissoring you open. you're so wet that she can hear squelching sounds as she pushes them in, pulls them out.

she wraps her mouth around your clit and sucks. that does it for you. your back arches and the only thing keeping bada's head getting squished between your legs is her arm holding your knees to your chest. a hand flies to her head, grasping her hair. your toes curl and you feel your stomach coil up in expectation. bada's fingers fuck you through it. her mouth not leaving where you've needed it most.

bada's eyes roll to the back of her head. she could barely fucking breathe and if she were to go out, theres no better place than between your legs.

as you come down from your high, you had to physically push bada from your weeping cunt. when she lets up, her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are glazed over. she crawls on top of you and forces your mouth open by pushing on your jaw. she spits in your mouth and leans down to swap your own wetness between each other.

you both pant as bada releases you, smoothing your hair down and chuckling,

Here you were, bent over the bathroom sink with Bada’s hand on your head, holding you against the mirror. Your breath fanned across it, making it foggy. How'd you even get here honestly…

Bada’s breaths came in ragged pants as she slowly thrust her cock in and dragged it out, admiring the way your greedy cunt sucked her in. “no technique, hm? ‘s not good enough for you?” she leaned across your back, whispering in your ear. Her full lips trailed across your earlobe before nipping it. The short gasps and moans you let out bounced off the walls and went right to Bada’s cock.

Your hazy mind briefly recalled the way you criticized her, mentioning that her thrusting had no technique to it. You tried to open your mouth, give her a little sass, but the hand that was holding your head suddenly trailed down your face.

She groaned as she shoved two of her long fingers inside of your mouth. “Suck em f’me, baby. Show me you can do somethin’ other than talk shit,” she mumbled, leaning back up. She looked at your messy face in the mirror, your makeup trailing down. “Lookin’ so good f’me….”

Drool left your mouth and trailed down Bada’s wrist as she slowly fucked into you. Her mumbles were incoherent as she looked at your creamy cunt. She groaned lowly, the hand on your hip tightening slightly. Her thrusts were slow, letting her feel every ridge of you. She could feel the way you squeezed around her and she let out a quiet whimper, hips stuttering.

Although she was trying to be quiet, Bada realized you could obviously still hear her since you moaned almost immediately after her. Your cunt squeezed her harshly, almost making her slip out. “Shit…” her thrusts sped up, a wet squelching sound being heard each time she entered you. “Baby— oh my god,” She groaned out as she interrupted herself, taking her fingers out of your mouth so she could put both hands on your hips. “Gonna make me cum…”

You whimpered, forehead against the mirror as she dug her nails into your skin. Your breaths turned heavy, and you realized that you subconsciously tuned her out as you focused on the way her fat cock stuffed you, the way her tip would graze that one spot repeatedly, the way you could feel each vein on her cock against your walls.

“Bada…please,” you mumbled breathlessly, eyes squeezed shut. “Need you to fill me up,” you moaned out, her pace quickened with each word you mumbled. The slapping sound of your hips meeting was loud, letting everybody know what was happening.

Your cunt pulsed around her cock, making her grip your hips for stability. “Oh yeah?” she whispered, tilting her head back. Her adam’s apple bobbed slightly when she swallowed. “You wanna be bred, hm? Wanna feel my cum inside you?” Bada bit her lip, eyes fluttering, breaths heavy. The urge to cum was strong, but she wanted— no, needed to feel you cream on her cock.

Your moans grew louder and your hips jutted backwards to meet her thrusts. Bada circled her hips before giving a harsh slap to your ass. “God…look at you,” her words were slurred, her mind distracted by your creamy cunt and the way your wetness flowed down your thighs. Her eyes followed your body up, looking into the mirror to watch the way your tits bounced each time her hips met your ass. “So fucking good..”

You let out a ragged moan, biting your lip. “ ‘m close,” you whined, one of your hands going behind you to grab onto her wrist. “Gonna cum for you…” Both of your bodies were sweaty, and your throat hurt from how loud you were moaning. You looked into the mirror, making eye contact before seeing her slump forward some. Her face was dripping sweat, and you could feel it landing onto your lower back. Her bangs were sticking to her forehead and her lips were bitten raw. The sight made you clench around her cock.

Bada stumbled slightly as your cunt fluttered around her. Her hands went from your hips to your ass, grabbing it harshly. She felt how close you were, especially when your hips jerked against her. She took her hand, ran her tongue over her middle finger, and brought it to your clit. She started rubbing gentle circles, completely different from her harsh thrusts. “Need you to—” she swallowed, biting back a whimper as you continuously squeezed around her. “Need you to let go f’me, okay? Please baby” she whined out, trying not to cum.

The words you mumbled were incoherent, and your body went limp. You couldn't even give her a warning before creaming around her cock. Your hips jerked against her as you whined, eyes rolling and hand falling from her wrist. You used that same hand to grip the sink, trying not to fall as you felt her weight against you.

Bada huffed, trying to keep her eyes open to gaze at your wet cunt. Some of your juices circled at the base of her cock and she tried to scoop a finger into it and taste you. Her hand froze as she tensed and lurched forward, her balls tightening as she came inside of you. She cried out, surprised. “O-oh—” Her voice was raw and needy, and you could hear the thud above you as her hand found itself planted on the mirror to hold herself up. “Oh shit,” She muttered, her eyes closed while she stumbled while trying to prolong her orgasm. Her hips slowed down but didn't stop. “Love the way you feel around me baby…” she slurred out, panting against you and laying her body on top of yours. She continued her slow thrusts, helping the both of you ride out your orgasms.

You groaned as your mind cleared, noticing the sink digging into your stomach. “Bada,” you were about to continue before she stood up, slowly slipping her cock out of you. Taking the chance to get up slightly, you straightened your back before feeling her slender fingers dip into you, pushing her cum back inside. “Fuck, Bada…” you arched your back slightly.

Bada didn't respond which made you look over your shoulder. Her face was red and sweaty, and her bangs were fucked up due to her pushing them back repeatedly. Her eyes were dark while gazing at your leaking cunt. “Need to taste you,” she groaned out, looking at you before lifting you and setting you on the sink. She got onto her knees quickly, looking up at you. Her eyes were teary, and you got worried before she spoke her next words. “Please let me taste you…god baby. I need it,” she laid her head on your thigh, waiting for you.

As soon as you nodded your head, she dived in. Her moan mingled with yours. You closed your eyes, knowing this was going to be a long night.

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A/N: heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. i’m expanding who i’m writing for. just ask if i’m writing for them and ill answer cause i don't actually know how far i’m expanding yet lmfao. i know it'll definitely include Aespa, Girls Generation, Mamamoo, Red Velvet, BTS, Stray Kids, uhmmmm Marvel, and other SWF contestants as well