#tatter x reader

You had danced your way through life from the earliest days you could remember. Even as a toddler, when most kids were taking their wobbly first steps, you were already entranced by the rhythm and movement that surrounded you. Your parents often recounted the story of how, as soon as you could stand, your head would bob and your tiny feet would shuffle in perfect sync with any catchy tune that caught your ear.

It was as if music and dance were etched into your very DNA, despite your parents not being the most agile of dancers themselves. The sound of a drumbeat or the melodies from a radio could always send you into a whirlwind of joyful motions. As you grew older, your passion for dance manifested in various forms. You explored ballet classes, where your grace and poise quickly caught the attention of your instructors. Tap dance, too, was a realm where your feet seemed to possess an innate understanding of intricate rhythms.

It wasn't until your teenage years that you truly recognized your desire to take dance seriously in life. That's when you found your way to hip-hop and street dance, discovering a completely different universe within the realm of movement. The urban beats, the freedom of expression, and the raw energy of these dance forms resonated with your very soul.

However, the years spent in tap and ballet had felt like a trap. While you became a quick favorite among your instructors, it came with a demand for excellence that weighed heavily on your shoulders. You were talented and skilled, which every teacher loved, but it meant you were representing more than just yourself; you were carrying the expectations of your mentors as well. This pressure transformed you into someone reserved, cold, and quiet – the complete opposite of your former self.

You threw yourself back into the world of dance with dedication, spending hours in front of a mirror perfecting your moves and crafting your own unique style. The exploration of new dance styles came as a relief.

It was during this phase that you crossed paths with your best friend, Noze. You both attended the same dance class in Seoul, a class so popular that you had been waitlisted multiple times before finally securing a spot. Throughout the class, you and the now-trendy dancer bonded, and your dance journeys began to intertwine. Noze wasn't the only one renowned for her grace; your own visual appeal started to make waves in the world of K-pop.

Both you and Noze were chosen as backup dancers for Kai's debut, a move you readily accepted to gain recognition for your skills. Little did you expect your striking beauty to catapult you to social media stardom.

Instantly recognizable in public and gaining around 1 million Instagram followers, your presence alongside Kai further solidified your popularity among fans.

While Noze gained more fame through her participation in SWF Season 1, you continued to rise in prominence by consistently accompanying Kai in his performances. During HallyuPopFest, you made a new friend who would once again alter the course of your life.

The Bada Lee.

You and Bada hit it off almost instantly despite the enigmatic connection between the lovable, extroverted Bada and your reserved, introverted persona. You slowly became a prime example of opposites attracting in the dance world. As your friendship blossomed, someone else watched from the sidelines.

Your intimidating demeanor made it challenging to approach you, and Tatter was perplexed by your growing friendship with Bada. Tatter had met you around the same time as Bada, automatically finding you cool. You carried yourself with sophistication, and your laid-back, magnetic aura left an impression.

Your ethereal beauty, in particular, captivated Tatter's attention. She felt a surge of excitement every time you crossed paths in person, even though she had never been prepared for the real thing.

Thus began Tatter's little crush on you. Like Bada, you possessed leader-like qualities, likely owing to your experience and age. Tatter couldn't help but ponder various questions about you.

Were you and Bada close because of your similar ages? 

Did your shared dance styles play a role?

Despite having contrasting personalities, how had Bada developed such a strong bond with you?

These questions swirled through Tatter's mind, and she never felt the urge to get closer to you, believing that these events were the only times she'd see you. But she was wrong.

When Bada announced the formation of Bebe and revealed its starting members, Tatter hadn't expected to hear your name. In those moments, she wasn't sure whether to feel happy or anxious, as her emotions were always whirlwind around you.

As someone who often kept to yourself, you never really noticed Tatter's presence until you both began working in Bebe. While working on the crew performance video for "What It Is, " you truly observed her. Witnessing her free-spirited, youthful, yet mature personality during the filming occasionally brought a smile to your face. You were gradually developing a fondness for your younger teammates and their personalities.

However, just as Tatter thought this was her opportunity to become closer to you, someone else beat her to it again. Lusher, the third-oldest member of the team, possessed an outgoing personality that made it easy for you to get comfortable and connect with her.

Tatter had assumed you wouldn't appreciate this dynamic, but she was taken aback when she saw you closely listening to Lusher's stories. Your caring eyes, which she had never seen from you before, were locked onto the younger dancer. For Tatter, it was a heart-wrenching sight.

Why couldn't you look at her like that?

This was only a brief moment because Tatter soon noticed that you were becoming caring with everyone, including her. "Taeyoung-ah? You okay?" Bada inquired, her presence jolting Tatter from her inner musings as she observed the tall dancers before them. "Yes, unnie. Just a bit tired," Tatter replied, offering an explanation for her distracted state.

You, noticing her fatigue, pulled out an energy powder pack from your pocket. "Mix it with your water," you suggested, extending the pack towards her. Bada served as an unspoken translator for you giving the smaller girl a smile, and she accepted the pack with a sense of gratitude. "Thank you."

That marked the first full sentence you had ever uttered to the girl, allowing her to experience your voice up close. The sound of your voice was unexpectedly deep, smooth as velvet.

For the most part, Tatter's interactions with you were limited to these moments, even when you were joining the show with them. 

Many of the crews were taken by surprise to see both you and Bada on the same team, considering you were currently among the trendiest figures in the Korean dance scene. Some even speculated that you might be a sub-leader, but during a one-on-one meeting with the taller girl, you politely declined the offer.

"I don't think I fit the sub-leader role," you expressed, taking a sip of your iced tea. Bada began to object, but you stopped her.

"Not with these girls specifically, unnie," you elaborated sincerely. "Lusher is the better pick. Her strong bond with the girls and her caring personality make her the right choice, in this case at least." As a dance teacher, you had experience leading others, but you felt uncertain about your fit within this particular team.

Moreover, the limited chemistry you had with the other members compared to Lusher played a role in your decision.

Bada sighed and sipped her drink, partly saddened by your choice but understanding it based on the explanation. "Fine, I'll tell them tomorrow during class," she conceded, and the two of you continued to chat the night away.

Now, all eight of you sat in the fight zone, the first crew to arrive. Your crew's performance video played on the large screen, and the rest of the girls were astounded by what they saw. Comments from other crews began to pour in, and your emotions were a mix of uncertainty and pride.

The praise initially focused on Bada, acknowledging her as a highly trendy and popular dancer. Then, it shifted to you.

"Y/n is one of the dancers who rose to fame with Kai, right? At the same time as Noze?" Nob from Lady Bounce pointed out, with her team members nodding in agreement. "I'm pretty sure the two are best friends," Biggy added. "So, we have two of the trendiest dancers in Korea on the same team? Do we stand a chance here?" "Clearly not."

"As much as Bada is experienced, Y/n is by far the most versatile on this team," Lia Kim observed, while Harimu couldn't hide her excitement about being on the same show as you. "She's really cool and knows how to capture fans' hearts," 1Million's youngest member said enthusiastically.

Then, the DeepNDap segment returned to the screen, and you braced yourself for what was to come. "She just appeals to the audience because of her pretty face," Mina Myoung commented, a hint of cockiness in her tone. "It's true, though. If she weren't pretty, no one would pay attention to her," Gooseul added, further fueling the critique. You weren't surprised; you had seen how your best friend was treated during the first season, and you had discussed it with her multiple times. So you were well-prepared for the same kind of treatment.

Noze had warned you about it when she found out you'd be on the show. "She doesn't seem to carry herself as a dancer," Yoonji from Mannequeen commented, prompting your annoyance. "All you can really see is her face when she dances." You scoffed at the comment, feeling it was more of a button-pushing tactic. After all, you typically styled yourself similarly to Bada, wearing hats every time you danced.

Bada and you were expected to carry the team, given the comments from some of the other crews. On the other hand, Tatter was affected by the comments about you, as she knew how dedicated and hardworking you were. You couldn't help but notice her change in behavior, assuming it was due to being labeled as "weak students," although it wasn’t the comments of them she was bothered by, it was the comments about you.

"Chin up. Don't let it get to you," you whispered in Tatter's ear, surprising her with the warmth of your breath against her skin. Her face flushed with embarrassment, and she nodded fervently, attempting to conceal her emotions. This worked to her advantage as you patted her back before returning to your seat beside Bada.

The time for no-respect battles had arrived, leaving you with just one sticker and a sense of curiosity about who you'd choose as your opponent. The prospect of engaging in two battles hardly fazed you; in fact, you wished for more challenges. The fact that you only had one sticker, despite some teams undermining your crew, brought a smirk to Bada's lips.

"They're probably afraid of you," Bada commented, rubbing your shoulder, to which you responded with a confident smirk. "If they aren't, I can give them something to be afraid of," you declared, eliciting a laugh from Bada, who was clearly amused by your boldness.

Sitting beside you, Tatter observed the exchange, her emotions in a whirlwind as she witnessed your self-assured demeanor. Your smirk seemed to exude a predatory hunger, and it left her feeling a certain kind of way.

Bada had been the first to battle on your team against 1Million's Ready, setting a victorious tone for the day. The win was a source of motivation for the rest of the crew.

After several more battles, Cera was called onto the stage. She grinned and confidently made her way toward your crew, singling you out. "Y/n, let's dance."

Your crew started hyping you up, and you nodded at Mannequeen's youngest. Your heart raced, aware that Cera excelled in battles and unsure why she had chosen you. Your skill sets were entirely different, creating a buzz of anticipation throughout the studio. 

"Cera, why have you picked Bebe's Y/n as your no-respect dancer?" someone from the audience inquired. "I wanna see something new from her," Cera replied with a hint of challenge. "Feels like her style's a bit stale now."

You chuckled lightly. "Let me show you how I dance," you responded nonchalantly, earning admiration from those watching. "I should've bought wedding rings today, one for Bada and one for Y/n," JJ quipped, eliciting laughter from her team. "I'm kind of excited to see what she's gonna show," Minny whispered, pointing at you.

Cera initiated her performance with her iconic slow walk, incorporating her well-known movements. Her impeccable balance on one leg, expressive facial gestures, and powerful arm movements were all familiar, but the audience never grew tired of witnessing her art. As she drew nearer, her perfectly manicured finger traced your jawline, provoking a smirk in response to her gentle touch. Tatter watched, her blood boiling at the sight of this coquettish connection between you and Cera, despite this being your first time performing together.

Tatter couldn't decide if it was the way you stood there, captivating the crowd, or if it was all thanks to Cera's charm that made her uncomfortable. 

Regardless, she didn't like it one bit.

"Chill out," Bada whispered to Tatter, noticing her clenched fist and reddening knuckles. She had been aware of Tatter's crush on you, but this level of jealousy was a new and concerning development. Bada wasn't sure if these feelings could potentially interfere with Tatter's mindset during the competition. “I am, unnie. Don’t worry.”

As they chatted, your turn was about to begin, and they heard ‘Run the World (Girls)’ by Beyonce blaring on the speakers. The song begins at the pre-chorus, and a sly grin takes over as you sway your body to the music.

My persuasion can build a nation

Endless power

You begin by pointing at yourself and slowly raise your leg, mimicking Cera’s move perfectly. You follow up with a double Tour en l'Air and hit a fan kick right before the chorus hits. Tatter’s jaw drops at your insane flexibility since she had only seen you do kpop.

Who run the world? Girls! (Girls!)

Your style switches to step dance as the drums become faster, and everyone's eyes widen.

The loud stomps, claps, and shuffles were heard even with the loud music, proving your strength on the stage. Everyone stares at you, never looking away, as you end the dance by mimicking the lyrics, ‘Who run the world? G-G-Girls!’ with a harsh salute thrown nonchalantly. Screams are heard from around, and you bow with tense shoulders, waiting for the judge's deliberation.

As soon as you spot the three light blue cards, you release the most relieved sigh you've had in a while, drowning in the ecstatic cheers from your Bebe crew members. Amid the celebration, Tatter rushes to you, wrapping you in a bone-crushing hug, her face nestled against your upper back, evoking a smile from you.

"We were well aware of Cera's battling prowess, but Y/n, you surprised us all," Mike Song remarks, seamlessly switching to English, earning nods from the other two judges. "Step dance is a rarity in Korea even if it is a competitive dance style, and witnessing it today felt like a breath of fresh air," Shownu adds, reflecting the unanimous sentiment in the studio. 

"Y/n, you've shown that your style is anything but stale. It was like a revitalizing force on that stage, powerful and heavy yet refreshing," Monika praises you, prompting multiple bows from you and applause from the audience. "You totally killed it, unnie!" the sub-leader exclaims, her excitement evident as she shakes your arm. You respond with a grateful laugh, and Tatter, standing by your side, can't help but smile, recognizing the new side of yourself you've revealed to them.

You looked like you truly loved dancing.

"You were a monster out there, unnie," Tatter whispers in your ear, her voice filled with awe. You turn to her, taken aback by her bold action and compliment. Your warm smile never fades, and you casually drape your arm over her shoulders, pulling her closer. "Thanks, Tata," you reply, giving her a squeeze on the shoulder. Her face lights up with a blush, pleasantly surprised to hear her nickname from you for the first time.

In the days that followed, your focus shifted to preparing for the kpop mission. Inspired by Bada's triumph in the class mission, the crew's momentum felt unstoppable. On this particular day, the team was hard at work, rehearsing without Bada, who had laid out the dance's framework but left a few details for you to fill in. It appeared that Lusher wasn't at her best today, so you stepped up to assist her in leading the practice.

"Lush, we've got to maintain the pacing and smooth out the transition," you assert, addressing her while also ensuring the rest of the girls hear your guidance. The group makes another attempt, but the coordination is still off. Dancers collide, and a sigh escapes your lips, wearied by the struggle.

"Should I step in for Bada unnie's position while we work through this?" you suggest to the sub-leader, who nods, visibly relieved to have your guidance in this moment of uncertainty.

You counted everyone in and did the Maniac portion of the dance, nailing it more with the sound of the numbers leaving your lips. As you end, you clap, feeling happy once you all have it down. So when Bada came in, and you showed her the dance, she was grateful to see the amazing progress.

“Y/n-ah, can you watch over here with me? I want to see what you think of the first part of Not Shy,” you nod, immediately standing beside her. Bada counts the girls in, and as you try to watch everyone, you find yourself staring at the blond dancer, her confidence never hesitating as she did each move. “So what do you think?” Bada snaps you out of your thoughts.

“We should go a bit harder here,” you say, demonstrating what you’d like to see. “I agree. Let’s fix it up then?” Everyone nods at their leader, as you all kept practicing.

As the moment to showcase the 30-second choreography arrived, a wave of nervousness washed over the younger members. Tsubakill's performance had just concluded, and its strength was undeniable. You couldn't help but acknowledge that it would be a formidable challenge.

When it was Bebe’s turn, everyone was pleased to see the movement, even in awe at the imitation of double doors. It was safe to say you guys secured your place for the JYP battle, but that wasn’t the most frustrating part to come.

During each team’s copy section presentation, you were worried. As your crew added a flip, Tsubakill did as well, and Yumeri was surely confident when doing so. You knew you could’ve done the stunts yourself if needed, but you wanted the other girls to shine. So Tatter was given the hard challenge.

Practice seemed to be going well for you all, but everything began to crumble when it was time to film. As Tatter tries hitting the first flip, she stumbles, even kicking Lusher a little, and it takes every fiber in your body to keep going. Then the second flip comes, and she fails again, her depressed face more evident. Other crews did their best to cheer the girl on, which worked, as you could all finish.

From across the stage, you hurried to reach the girl, gently placing your hands on her shoulders. "Are you okay?" you inquired, concern lacing your voice. She nodded, determined to hold back her tears, and you pulled her into a comforting hug. Having experienced self-disappointment yourself, you knew how painful it could be. "It's okay. You did great, Tata," you assured her, rubbing her back in an attempt to soothe her, and it seemed to work, at least momentarily.

As you all took your seats, Tatter sat beside you, head bowed in dejection. Your heart ached at the sight, and you couldn't resist holding her hand, offering silent support. Another hug followed, no words spoken, just the comforting warmth of your embrace and the reassuring patting of her head. She relaxed in response to your touch, leaning in to wrap her arms around your waist and bury her face in your neck.

Your heart raced at the intimacy of the moment, feeling her breath brush against your neck. You tried to push aside the swirling thoughts, knowing that now wasn't the right time, but the connection between you and Tatter had become impossible to ignore.

You never thought of her this way before, so why was it happening now?

Throughout the day, Tatter remained close by your side, clutching your hand like a lost puppy. As the night drew to a close and everyone began packing their bags, you couldn't help but notice Tatter's hesitation to leave the practice room.

Bada, too, seemed to pick up on her reluctance and expressed her concern. Tatter had struggled with her stunts, and although you wanted to assist, you were already occupied, helping the two youngest members of the crew. "Do you plan to stay?" Bada inquired gently, directing your attention to Tatter, who nodded in response.

"Don't overexert yourself, Taeyoung. You'll do good on stage," Bada assured her, patting her back as if suggesting she should head home instead.

"I'll stay with her, unnie," you asserted, placing your belongings back on the floor. Tatter looked at you, a touch of confusion in her eyes, while Bada regarded you with a questioning gaze. "Are you sure? It's already 1 a.m., Y/n."

"I'll make sure she doesn't push herself too hard. I've got it," you reassured the older dancer, and she nodded, placing her trust in you. Once Bada left the room, a quiet atmosphere enveloped the two of you. Tatter appeared somewhat reluctant to begin, but you gently encouraged her, saying, "Come on, let me assist you so I can get you home for some much-needed rest."

You laid out a soft mat in the center for a cushion, patting your hand down on it. "Give it a shot and show me what you've got at the moment," you encouraged. Tatter reluctantly accepted her current limitations and made another attempt at the stunt, but her balance wavered, causing her to fall.

"Try putting more energy into the initial walk. The momentum will carry you through the flip," you suggested. She followed your advice, managing to execute the move, although it appeared somewhat messy at this stage. Without a word, you stepped in, gently taking her arms and guiding her back into the headstand, using your hands to steady her at the waist.

Tatter's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, and it wasn't solely due to the strenuous stunts she had been attempting. No, it was your gentle touch on her exposed skin that sent her heart racing. "You should focus on maintaining a better balance on your head and engaging your core muscles more," you advised her, your fingertips lightly tracing the contours of her abdomen. 

She made an effort to follow your guidance, and for a moment, it appeared as though she had improved. However, when you attempted to release your support, she stumbled once more, this time toppling directly onto you.

In an attempt to prevent her from further harm, you swiftly maneuvered your right arm beneath her head. Tatter had her eyes tightly shut, bracing herself for potential pain. But when it didn't come, she cautiously opened her eyes to the sight of you, hovering protectively above her. Your gaze bore a deep concern as you leaned closer, gently moving her blonde strands out of the way.

The room was shrouded in silence, and you couldn't help but wonder why the girl couldn't meet your eyes. Then, the realization struck you—your current position left you both in a somewhat awkward situation, causing a momentary freeze. Tatter, however, slowly fluttered her eyes open, doing her best to appear composed, and you couldn't help but find her stunning. Her golden hair sprawled across the floor, a delicate blush gracing her cheeks, and her lips parted slightly as she caught her breath. You found it difficult to maintain eye contact at that moment, only regaining some semblance of composure when she whispered your name, "Unnie?"

You could almost hear yourself gulping at the whispered tone, meeting her gaze again. “Yes?”

“Thanks for staying with me.” She says, delicately pulling you into a hug, which causes your body to weigh down on hers.

Your mind was now in a frenzy at the close contact, feeling her body on yours. Trying to recover, you stand up quickly, shaking away the feelings. Your arm reaches down, and Tatter gladly accepts the help with a smile, “Come on, you’ll get this down.”

Tatter then does the part again, taking your advice, and lands the headstand and follows it up with the next move. Your eyes widened as she got it down quickly, excitedly clapping for her. She goes in for another hug, which you gladly reciprocate with a chuckle, “I’m proud of you,” you mumble, and Tatter hears the pure, genuine feeling in your voice. “Let’s go now?” You ask her, and she nods.

It had been two days after that night, finally being performance day, but you couldn’t shake away the thoughts of Tatter in your mind. It got you anxious to even step up on stage, but luckily, Tsubakill was first, so you had time to gather yourself together.

You had decided to make a bold choice. Always being known for your long-sleeved shirts, you tried something different, sporting a white sleeveless crop top instead. Specifically choosing it for one particular scene – when Lusher was in front, and we had to lift her shirt with our mouths.

Your eyes meet Tatter’s figure as she stretches and you make your way over to her. “Feeling good today?” You ask, but when she looks up, her jaw almost drops seeing you in the unfamiliar attire. You always opted to wear anything that hid your tattoos as they were a bit large, so when she sees you, her face goes red as usual. Tatter’s vision falls to the flower tattoo you had, that seems to settle on your underboob and it cascaded down to your hip. then and there, she just found you ten times hotter in the moment. “Um, Y- yeah. I feel good today.”

Definitely more than good, but moving on.

The crew watched Tsubakill go first backstage, and it made you all nervous to see them do so well, getting insane reactions from the crowd as well. You had to shake the feeling away when it was your turn to head up.

As the performance began, the crowd was electrified. The dance was fierce and dynamic, and our chemistry was palpable. You took the center position with Minah by your side as you two laughed manically, the acting being on point, as you can see Monika being thoroughly impressed. The moment of truth came when Lusher took center stage, and the crew began to lift her shirt. You watch everyone’s eyes widen when sheathing the large ink on your chest, and with Tatter behind you, she also sees the spinal tattoo.

Were you just planning on hiding your tatted self from the world? That was all she could think of, but she had to continue the dance.

Tatter's surprise had deepened, and you couldn't help but smile during the performance. The dance was a revelation, not just for the audience but for Tatter as well. 

As we stood on the stage after your electrifying performance, you realized that Tatter's perception of you had shifted slightly. Her eyes became more daring every time you made eye contact, making you smirk. After the last few days, you realized that you maybe liked the girl, but this truly confirmed it for you. It was a realization that went beyond the dance floor. Tatter was seeing you in a new light, and it was a powerful connection unfolding before the both of you.

After the stage and the shooting were done, you decided to wait for her outside the building after changing into more comfortable clothing. You needed some fresh air, a moment to process the cyclone of emotions that had swept through the night. Tatter emerged from the building, her eyes still filled with the magic of the performance.

You looked at her, a sense of nervousness settling in your chest. The air was charged with the hype of the night, and it felt like the perfect moment. You took a deep breath and finally said the words that had been on your mind for a while.

"Tatter, would you like to go on a date with me?" You asked, voice a little uncertain, but eyes filled with sincerity. Tatter's surprise was evident, and her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. But then, her eyes sparkled with joy, and a radiant smile spread across her face. "Of course, unnie. I’d love to," she replied, her voice filled with excitement and happiness.

At that moment, under the starry night sky, it felt like the universe had aligned to create a connection that was as intricate and beautiful. The journey with Bebe had brought you together, and your shared passion for dance had set the stage for a new chapter in our lives.

As you walked away from the building, hand in hand, you couldn't help but feel a sense of destiny in the air. Now, it felt like you truly fit in with the team.

A/n: this took so long to write... has little to no motivation whatsoever😭

Tatter sat at the back, next to the empty bottles of beer which used to be full until she drank it all alone. She tried to forget what she heard over the phone.

The moans of here two best friends rang on her head as she downs another glass of beer.

"Fucking hell" she muttered as the alcohol is getting in her system, her head is already spinning and the flashing RGB lights of the party isn't helping her situation either.

"HEY TATTER, COME JOIN US!" Lusher shout over the blaring music, but it is clear that the blonde girl is already way out of it to even comprehend what's happening.

Nevertheless, Tatter reluctantly got up from her seat, still holding onto her glass as she staggers on her feet. Lusher and Minah help the obviously drunk girl—not that the two girls are also drunk— make their way to the dance floor.

All three of them started swaying their hips to the beat of the music, as they continue to drink. Shouts and cheers filled the whole room as people get more wasted on the dance floor.

Soon enough, Tatter was already out of it. She is finally wasted that she wasn't even aware of what she is doing as she puts her arm over a stranger's shoulder.

Well, not totally a stranger, as the party is only exclusive to students and choreographers from JustJerk, she's just too drunk to recognize the person she's grinding her ass with.

Not until she heard the stranger speak.

"jesus Tatter you're already drunk" the stranger said "how about you go and take a break from drinking first, don't wanna get you wasted, there's still classes tomorrow" she recognized that voice, it was none other than her long time crush, Y/n.

Everyone in Bebe knew how head over heels Tatter is for Y/n. The poor girl couldn't even talk straight if Y/n becomes the topic of the conversation, let alone when talking to the choreographer.

Even Y/n is aware of the fact that Tatter gets shy around her. That's why she is surprised to see the Tatter in front of her now.

She is so different from the Tatter she used to see, the Tatter she is seeing right now is practically grinding her body against her, swaying her hips in the most seductive way as Tatter stares at her eyes with a hint of lust.

"I don't wanna take a break, don't you wanna dance with me anymore?" The drunk girl pouts as she leans her body against Y/n.

Y/n's breath hitches as she feel the warmth of the girl's body, she is still trying to take grasp of the situation. Still surprised at the boldness of the usual shy girl in her classes.

"No, no more drinking for you, you already had enough" Y/n said as she took away the drink from the other girl's hand. "Aww you're no fun" Tatter once again pouts.

"You're wasted already, you need to sto—" before Y/n could even finish her sentence, she was cut off by Tatter's lips crashing against her.

"Fuck" Y/n mutters as she deepens the kiss. She can still taste the bitterness of the alcohol from the blonde girl's mouth as the kiss turns into a full blown makeout.

Thankfully, everyone around them are already way too drunk to even notice the two devouring each other's faces off.

"Let’s get out here" Y/n pulled the girl away from the dance floor and into the parking lot. As they reached her car, she couldn't wait already and pushed Tatter against the hood of the car, pressing their body close as their lips clash against each other.

Good thing that it was dark outside, the streets and parking lot are empty, just the two women making out.

"Get in back of the fucking car now" Y/n broke away from the kiss, telling this to Tatter, that came out almost like a whisper. To which Tatter excitedly obeyed.

Hoping on the back of the car, feeling giddy as the effects of the alcohol still clouding her vision and thoughts, as she waited for the other girl to join her at the back of the car. Tatter was ready for Y/n.

But to her dismay, the girl went to the driver's seat and started the car before driving off. The drive was quiet, nothing but the faint music from the radio can be heard.

Tatter's vision is still hazy as she watches the car passed by the streetlights of the empty highway, until she decided to shift her gaze to the rear-view mirror, finally noticing Y/n's gaze is also on her.

Tatter smirks as they both made eye contact through the reflection. That is when an idea pops up in the drunk girl's mind.

Coincidentally, the song Oh Mami by Chase Atlantic and Maggie Lindemann started playing faintly on the radio.

Tatter started swaying to the beat, Y/n noticing this immediately turns up the volume, letting the blonde girl enjoy herself at the back of her car.

Oh Mami! This a new 'Rari

Hit 150 on the dash, I bent the corner

Then she bent it for me sideways, uh

I might have to fuck her on the highway

The drunk girl continued to sing out the lyrics, vibing to song, emphasizing the lyrics "fuck on the highway" as she looks at the rear-view mirror again, but Y/n's eyes is just focused on the road, which made the girl frown a bit.

But then, the instrumentals started playing, hinting that Maggie's part is coming up. Tatter scoots herself closer to Y/n, so close that the girl behind the wheel can feel her breath against her neck as Tatter presses her lips on the the girl's ear.

"Bend me over slowly 'cause Mommy, I know how you like it..." Tatter intentionally changing the lyrics as she whispers it to the girl behind the wheels.

Tatter noticed how the girl's hand clenches the wheel tighter as she sang her made-up lyrics to Y/n. She knew the effect she has on the other girl and this made her even more curious as to how much can she push Y/n's buttons before she finally gives in.

"Backseat of the 'Rari, pullin' over just to ride it..." Tatter sang out loud hinting what she wants the girl to do. To pull over and take her already. As she sway her hips, grinding on the backseat, catching Y/n's attention.

Tatter continues to dance, her hands roams her own body, feeling herself. But she stops, almost losing her balance as the car took a sharp turn and finally stops at the side of the empty highway.

Y/n immediately unbuckles her seatbelt and moves to the backseat. Without saying anything, she pulls Tatter into a kiss. Her hands is on the back of the drunk girl's head, slightly tugging at her hair, making the girl moan into the kiss whilst her other hand is laying on the girl's lap, carresing it.

While Y/n plans to make Tatter lay down on the backseat, the blonde girl has another idea in mind as she climbs on top of Y/n's lap, grinding herself on it.

"You just can't wait do you?" Y/n mutters against the kiss which Tatter responds with only a moan as she pulls the girl closer.

Y/n breaks off the kiss as she starts trailing down kisses on Tatter's jaw and neck, leaving red marks all over the girl, resulting in Tatter moaning loudly.

Tatter's hands found themselves wrapped around Y/n's neck, occasionally roaming her shoulders, holding on for dear her life as she loses herself from the pleasure she's receiving from the girl.

The blonde girl squirms at Y/n's touch as the girl's hands bunches up the hem of her dress to her waist, revealing the lacey underwear she's wearing underneath it. Y/n didn't waste her time and started playing with the girl's clit, pressing and rubbing on it as she feels wetness pools through the fabric.

"Look at you, I'm just getting started and yet you're already so wet for me" Y/n spoke to Tatter's ear in a whisper as Tatter began to grind herself once more on the Y/n's hands, chasing the pleasure she's yearning for.

The lacey fabric was soon discarded away somewhere in the car, as Y/n's fingers starts to thrust inside Tatter's sopping cunt.

"Fuck, you're fingers a-ah..." Tatter tried to moan out as she get stimulated from the girl's ministrations.

"What, you're moaning already like a bitch from just two fingers? How about I add more?" And just like that, Y/n added a third making Tatter scream in pleasure. Tatter started bouncing on Y/n's hands chasing her high as Y/n felt the blonde girl's walls tremble.

"I'm gonna— wait–ah" the drunk girl moans as her legs trembles, Y/n's fingers started moving faster.

"Yeah, want you to come on my fingers like the good girl you are." With her free hand, Y/n pulls in Tatter for another kiss, as the girl finally releases on her hands.

Slowly Y/n pulls out her fingers, before shoving it in Tatter's mouth. The blonde girl wasted no time sucking on her fingers, cleaning it from her cum , licking in between each digit.

Y/n couldn't help but moan at the sight, she pulls one of Tatter's hands and placed it on her crotch. "Look at how wet you made me, baby" Y/n whines as Tatter started stroking Y/n's cunt while still sucking on her fingers.

It was now Y/n's turn to be at Tatter's mercy as their role changes. Tatter pushes down Y/n to the seat, still caressing Y/n's wet pussy, before pulling off the girl's underwear.

Tatter licks her lips at the glistening sight in front of her, without wasting one more second, Tatter dives in and start sucking on Y/n's clit before licking up the girl's wet core.

Y/n's hands flew immediately to Tatter's hair, fingers tangling to the strands as she pushes Tatter's head closer to her cunt while her legs are thrown over the blonde girl's shoulders.

"Fuck your tongue is so good—ah that's it baby right there" Y/n screams as she get eaten out by Tatter, her moans are like music to Tatter's ears as she moans against Y/n's clit, sending vibrations through the girl's body.

"Taste so good—fuck!" Tatter muttered as Y/n's nails dig into her scalps. The pain almost made Tatter come again but her priority is making the under her cum first.

It was not long before Tatter is already tongue-fucking Y/n as the girl grinds herself on Tatter's face. Both of their make up is now ruined, the car feels hot even when the a/c is already put on max.

The car reeks of sweat and sex as they switch on positions, Y/n now riding Tatter's face, too fucked to even regain control once again.

♡⑅*˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖*⑅♡

"Hey where did Tatter gone to?" The team leader of Bebe finally walks to the rest of her members. Although it might seem that Bada won't get any answers from them at all as they are all now intoxicated and passed out drunk.

"We saw her dancing with Y/n earlier but then we don't know the rest." Minah slurred over her words.

"And where is Y/n" Bada looks around at the party. "People are starting to leave now and one of our members is missing, I need to send you all back to your homes."

"Ok mom" Lusher drunkenly said before laying her head once again on the table.

"I'm serious Seoyoung" Bada said as she dials Y/n's number, the phone started ringing and then...

"...Yess oh my god Tatter— c-coming ngh"

Bada immediately ended the call, leaving a message to Y/n before closing her phone and taking the rest of her team back to her car with the help of her partner.

"Make sure Tatter gets back home safely or else I'll hunt you down"

A/n: finally done @taruusmoon, can you imagine it took me a whole month just to finish this lol. Hope you liked it and hope it was worth the wait.

In a bustling town where everyday life moved at a swift pace, Y/n found solace in the simple joys of cuddles and companionship. Recently, however, her beloved Tatter had been swept away by a whirlwind of swf2, sgf, and shows, leaving Y/n feeling a bit lonely and yearning for the warmth of her partner's embrace.

Days turned into weeks, and the yearning only grew. Y/n had missed the comforting presence of Tatter, who seemed to be absorbed in a world of her own. Finally, as luck would have it, Tatter found herself with a few precious free days.

Excitement bubbled within Y/n as she prepared for Tatter's return. The anticipation was palpable, and as Tatter entered through the door, there was an instant spark of joy in her eyes. Y/n couldn't contain her emotions and rushed into Tatter's arms, enveloping her in a tight, much-needed hug.

Tatter chuckled, the sound like a melody that instantly eased Y/n's worries. "Missed me, huh?"

Y/n nodded, her eyes reflecting a mix of longing and affection. "You have no idea. We’ve been so busy, and I just needed some quality cuddle time with you."

Tatter smiled warmly, understanding the unspoken words. The couple retreated to the cozy living room, where a blanket nest awaited them. Tatter wrapped her arms around Y/n, pulling her into a cocoon of warmth and comfort.

As they settled into the embrace, Y/n sighed contentedly, savoring the feeling of Tatter's heartbeat against her own. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a bubble of love and tranquility.

Tatter pressed a soft kiss to Y/n's forehead, whispering, "I missed this too."