Bada X Ladybounce Reader Plss

bada x ladybounce reader plss

a/n: wasn't really sure what to do here but I hope you still like it.

Mention of sex.

LOVER

The afternoon sun spilling from the cream paper thin curtains warms your face waking you up. Blinking a couple times and rubbing your eyes you look next to you at the sleeping woman. She's lightly snoring, her dark hair hiding her face. Cuss words quickly slip past your lips.

This wasn't supposed to happen again.

Sleeping with Bada was supposed to be a onetime thing. But she has a way with words that make you melt, and she gets you into your bed. Bada, she shows you that sex isn't just about fucking and rushing. That sex could be beautiful when it's the right person slowly taking their time with you and loving every inch of you.

So you stare at her. Carefully moving hair her from her face. A tiny smile tug at your lips. The feeling in your heart felt nice, like flowers blooming in the spring. You hadn't felt this way in a long time. Yet a sleeping Bada made you feel like this.

She moves in, snuggling her face against yours. She's half asleep but knew she needed to wake up soon to get to practice. Bada lays there for a moment breathing in your scent. It's mixture of something calming and nostalgic; it reminds her of a time when she was a little girl and she would run through the cool summer rain or cuddling up with her mom in her still-warm bed.

“Hey, you.” Bada whispered.

Part of you wish she would sneak out while you were still sleeping. Bada never did. Sometimes she would be up before you cooking your breakfast while swaying her hips to some Beyoncé song.

“Hey.” you said. “Shouldn't you be getting ready to leave to?”

Bada softly groaned, pouting a bit. “Yes. But you're warm and the bed is so so warm I don't wanna leave.”

“Get up.” You poked at her bare stomach making her laugh and roll out of your bed.

“Can I come by tonight?” she asks.

“The girls will be over tonight. We're having a small party for Biggy. But you can come by once they leave. I'll text you.”

You sit up in bed, pulling your sheet up to your bare chest. Bada nods walking around your bedroom naked, collecting her clothes that were scattered across your bedroom floor.

“Still haven't told your girls about us?” Bada asked as she struggled to get her legs into her jeans.

There was nothing to tell. You and Bada were only friends with benefits, sort of. So what would you be telling your lady bounce members? Hey, Bada and I are sex buddies' surprise.

“You and I aren't... Dating so I haven't.”

Bada grabs her shirt next pulling it over her head. She walks over to the bed sitting on the edge where your feet are.

“I, um, wanted to talk to you about that,” Bada said.

She loved sex with you, and the brief conversations that would come after when you were both sleepy and sweet talk turned into funny laughter and soon snoring.

“About what?” You asked.

“I want us to go beyond sex.” she said. “Like I want to take you on dates, and sing along with you to your favorite songs.”

“Dates?” you laughed. “and singing to my favorite song? Don't be all lover girl on me, Bada.”

Bada looks at you. “What if I want to love you?”

“I'll say you're crazy.”

Your last relationship taught you how hard you were to love. That not anybody would want to put up with you. Bada takes your hand running her thumb over your knuckles.

“Then call me crazy, y/n.” Bada smiles. “I'm not perfect either, you know. But I will love you like you're the most perfect person in the freaking world.”

“Bada, I don't want to be loved like I'm this most perfect person in the world. I want my flaws to be loved and seen.”

“If you'll allow me to, I can do that.” Bada said.

“I'm not that easy to love, though.”

“And who is? It's just about having the right person there for you who will love you like you're the easiest person to love. And that's what I will try to do for you, y/n.”

That's all you ever wanted was for someone to try for you.

Hi love 💕 I would like to request a fic where y/n gets pregnant and Mark from NCT is just so soft and loving and just completely takes care of her. Btw thank you for writing all genres for us black girls and making us feel loved and seen 🥺🤍

My baby is having a baby | Mark Lee x blk fem reader

word count: 847

sorry for any mistakes.

Note: Omg I love this! Thank you so much for requesting. And awe you're welcome. 😭 I just want black girls to have nice things too. 🥹

Mark: He loves your little round belly. He couldn’t keep his hands off you, always touching your belly and caressing it. One of the things Mark loves to do is lay his head on your belly and talk to the baby. He was amazed at how you and he created another human being and how it was growing inside you each day. “I want another baby,” Mark says one night in bed as he’s rubbing cocoa butter onto your stretch marks. You laughed at him saying, “We haven’t had the first baby yet, Mark.”   Your boyfriend smiles a little saying, “I mean after this little one.”

Mark: Ever since becoming pregnant, you hadn’t felt your prettiest with the stretch marks and the gained weight and how your body was changing. But Mark loves your body even more now that you're carrying his child. One morning you cried because you couldn’t fit into your favorite pair of jeans anymore saying how fat you had gotten. Mark pulls you into a hug, kissing the top of your head, his hands gently running up and down your sides as he speaks to you in the softest voice ever. “Hey.” Mark says, “When can get you another pair of jeans.”   You shake your head pouting into his chest. “I want these jeans!”      Mark's hands were still moving up and down your sides. “Okay, love we can get another pair of jeans like those.” 

Mark: Before your stomach got bigger and rounder. You would wear Mark's hoodies all the time because they smelt like him. But now the hoodies wouldn’t go past your belly. You cried to Mark about it. So one day he went to the store and bought some larger hoodies. He wore them first leaving his scent and favourite cologne behind. He gives them to you. “You do too much for me.”  You say as you put on one of the hoodies.   Mark cups your face, he's smiling. “You deserve it, baby.” 

Mark: Being pregnant, you ate a lot and craved the strangest of things in the middle of the night. Like tonight, you craved pickles and chocolate sauce again. You wake up Mark, feeling a little bad about it. But he doesn't mind at all. “What is it, Y/n?” he asks you, voice groggy, as he rubs sleep from his eyes.     “I'm hungry.”   You pout. Mark nods, gets out of bed, slips on his slippers, and grabs his car keys and wallet. “Prickles and Chocolate sauce, right?” He asks with a yawn.

Mark: Today you and Mark were going to the autumn festival. It's been hard for you to put on your own shoes and tie them since your belly was in the way. You sat on the little stool near the front door. Mark was kneeling down at your feet, slipping your socks on you, and then putting your shoes on you and tying them nicely. “Mark~ I don't deserve you.”  You say.     “But you do deserve me,” Mark says as he reaches up, bopping your cute nose, making you giggle.

Mark: He's in love with every version of you. But his two favorite versions of you are when you're sleeping and when you're smiling and dancing around. Now you're pregnant. This version of you was going to be just as special. On the days when you worry about being a bad mommy.  Mark gently scolds you saying, “Ah, don't say something that's not true. You're going to be an amazing mother. Don't think that way.” He then wraps you in a comforting hug, pecking your face with sweet little kisses and telling you how much he loves you with each kiss. 

Mark: Sometimes you're exhausted because of your pregnancy so you can’t do things you wanted to like during your hair. And Mark knew how you liked keeping your hair done. He’d watch a bunch of YouTube videos and even took classes on how to do black hair so he could help make things easy for you. It’s raining outside. The soft flow of Neo Soul plays from a Bluetooth speaker, you sat between Mark’s legs as he did your hair into two strand twist. “You really didn’t have to do this for me.” You say.   Mark puts some product on your hair. “But I wanted to, Y/n.”    You couldn’t help but smile and feel warm all over. Mark was the best guy you ever had been with and you were so grateful to be having a child with him.

Mark: He couldn't wait to see who the baby would resemble. “I really hope the baby has your nose and eyes. I really love your nose and eyes.” Mark says as he's helping you with nesting.   “I hope our little one has your smile! Like that would be the cutest thing ever.” You said gushing. You loved Mark's smile a lot. You will never forget that big excited smile on his face when you told him you were pregnant.  He picked you up and twirled you around the bedroom, saying, “My baby is having a baby!” 

Boyfriend Material | RIIZE idol! Sungchan x short! blk fem reader

—Spending time with Sungchan before his comeback.

genre: romance and fluff

Requested: @iamflawless303

a/n: there's this edit I saw of this drama (idk the name) where the lady stands on a bench and hugs the taller male character, so I wanted to recreate something like this for Sungchan and Reader.

Sorry for any mistakes.

Sungchan wanted to spend as much time with you as possible since he was preparing for a comeback and his schedule would be super busy. It's Saturday afternoon when Sungchan takes you shopping, he's holding your hand as you point out all the little shops you want to go into it. He laughs at how cute you are when you go, “No, no, no, I want to go in this one. No, never mind, let's go into this one first!”

He gently pulls you in front of him, his soft brown eyes staring into yours. “My love we have all day, we can visit all the shops.”

So you picked a shop called Moshi Moshi Gifts & Stationery Co. It's a small shop with very few people inside. J-pop music played from the speakers overhead. Sungchan looks around for something he could buy you, he knew you loved cute things, there were many cute things in the shop, but he wanted something perfect for you.

You were doing the same; you wanted to find something for Sungchan he could keep with him. Sungchan walks around the shop looking at everything, and you were looking at AirPod cases, Sungchan needed a new one, anyway.

Sungchan finds a plush couple piggy magnet keychain. He smiles at the pink and brown plushies. She'll love this! It didn't take him long to find you in the tiny store; you were at the back wall looking at the different Airpod cases. Sungchan stands beside you, You hadn't noticed your boyfriend standing there; he was just staring at you admiring your beauty. How did I get so lucky to have Y/n as my girlfriend? A small smile blossoms across his face. Feeling someone staring at you slightly jumped at Sungchan.

"Oh, geez, you scared me." you laughed.

"Find anything you like?" He tries to look at what you're holding, but you clutch it to your chest.

"It's a surprise!"

"Oh, a surprise?" He nods a little. "I have a surprise too."

"Let's see!" You bounce on your tiptoes.

"Noooo, it's a surprise." he laughed.

Sungchan hides the plush couple keychains behind his back. You both walk around the store some more before heading to the front. You wanted to pay for Sungchan's gift with your own money, but Sungchan was the type of boyfriend who paid for everything, He never let you pay even if you were treating him, he always paid. Before you two got to the front counter, you told Sungchan, "Let me pay for your surprise with my money."

But Sungchan doesn't want to hear that. "No."

"Come on, Sungchan!" You wiggled your shoulders. "It'll make me happy."

If it was something that would make you happy, Sungchan didn't want to take that away from you. So he agreed to let you pay with your money. You go first in line smiling at the ducky cartoon Airpod case you got for him. After you both paid for your things, Sungchan holds open the door of the shop for you to go out first, he takes your hand in his. That Saturday afternoon was spent going to many shops along the shopping strip and getting ice cream at the end of the day.

It was around six p.m. when you and Sungchan walked back to his apartment. You were talking about a show you wanted to watch on Netflix and Sungchan's only thought was getting to cuddle with you and kiss you in between the important scenes of the show you were going to miss because of him.

Once inside his apartment, you and Sungchan get changed into something comfortable.

“Do you want your surprise now?” Sungchan asked, plopping down beside you on the comfy couch.

“Yes, Please!” You're all giddy. Sungchan hands you the plastic bag. You look inside before pulling out the plush couple keychains. “Awe, these are so cute!”

“Like You.” Sungchan added with a quick peck to your cheek.

You picked the little pink piggy, and Sungchan got the brown piggy. Now you had something to put the spare key on to his apartment he gave you.

“Okay, now to your surprise!” You grabbed your plastic bag and hand it to your boyfriend.

He pulls out the ducky cartoon Airpod case. He gushes at how cute it is. A ducky wearing a straw hat.

“I love it, Y/n.” Sungchan hugs you tight and you melt into him. For a few seconds, he holds you closer to him like he wants your soul to be a part of his. He was going to miss hugging on you like this, so he had to savor every little second of you being in his arms. “I love you.” He kissed the top of your head. “So so so much.”

Your face grows warm at his words and his warmth crashes down on you, just like him, you were going to miss his hugs. His hugs always pulled you back home when you floated too far away. He's always been home for you. You were going to miss your boyfriend like crazy during his comeback. Lots of FaceTime calls and sleepy talks on the phone late at night. You'll miss his sweet face and sweet kisses the most.

Sungchan gets comfortable with you. You get Netflix open and start the series. Sungchan fingers played with yours as he watched the TV. He couldn't focus on the show that much, he'll sneak little kisses to the corner of your mouth and on the back of your hand. Sungchan's a little needy right now; he wants a little more like your lips on his. He gently grabs your chin pulling your attention away from the TV.

“I'm trying to watch this.” you pout.

Sungchan kisses your pouty lips. “Focus on me right now, just for a bit?” his voice is a little low. “Please, Y/n.”

You couldn't say no to him. He did say please. So you give your full attention to your boyfriend. Sungchan kisses you again, it's slow, it's makes your head spin and the TV show becomes white noise in the background. There's a steady rhythm either of you wanted to break.

You feel his lips pull into a smile and he chuckles, saying, “This feels like our last kiss.”

“It does. But we have tomorrow to kiss all day before you get swept away with comeback activities.”

“I want to kiss all night, though.” He said in a teasing manner.

“You're being greedy.” You poke him at his stomach.

He laughed. “Oh, Really?”

You nodded.

Sungchan kissed your forehead before pulling away. “Since we can't kiss all night, I want cuddles.”

“As you wish.” you said.

Sungchan lead cuddled up behind you on the couch. He fell asleep halfway through the show. You paused the series and turned over in his arms. You stare at your boyfriend taking in every detail of his facial features. Counting every one of his breaths it soothes you to sleep.

It's the next day around noon when Sungchan is making you and him lunch. He's singing your favorite song as you dance around the kitchen. You taught him the song over the summer when you and him took a mini road trip. That song will always be your favorite because of him and now it was his because he found little pieces of you scattered throughout that song.

Sungchan leans against the island eating his sandwich. You munch down yours sitting on top of the island.

“Today is our last day together.” Sungchan said, there's a hint of sadness that lingers in his voice.

You slowly chew on your sandwich. “Ah, don't say it like that. We'll see each other again after your comeback.”

“Y/n.”

“Yeah?”

“I know I don't say this often, but you are my world.”

“Don't make throw up my sandwich.” You joked.

Sungchan rolled his eyes taking another bite of his sandwich.

“I love you~” you nudged him with your knee.

“I'm going to be greedy again.” Sungchan said. He cast a look at you. “I want a hug. Like a real long soul melting hug, that when you part from me, I'll still feel you.”

You put your sandwich down on the plate and hop off the kitchen Island. You ran to the grab a chair from the table and put it in front Sungchan. You were short and though short people's hugs were the best in the world; you wanted to be at his height for this soul melting hug. Sungchan's trying to figure out why you had gotten the chair. He watches as you climb up on it, your eye level to him now.

You held out your arms, making a cutesy face at him.

“Well, don't just stand there. You want a soul melting hug? I'm going to give you one.”

Sungchan sat his half-eaten sandwich on the plate next to yours. He then hugs you, pulling you off your feet just a little. He closed his eyes, his arms getting tighter around you.

Sungchan deeply breathes you in. He liked that you smell like autumn, with brief hints of summer lingering around.

“Is this soul melting enough?” you whispered.

Sungchan nodded. “Very.”

a/n: I didn't know where to fit in a cute short person joke between Sungchan and her and I didn't know any, so I did some quick looking around. So here's a bonus?

Sungchan made you mad, and he thought it was the cutest thing. He held out his folding fan at your forehead to keep distance between the two of you. He laughed, but you felt like he was mocking you and that made you really want to get after him.

“Y/n.” Sungchan choked on his laughter. “Short girl problem: you don't look scary when you are mad.”

“I'll show you scary, Sungchan!”

clingy drunk Bada

You're not in love, You're just drunk.

a/n: hope you like it. I tried my best with it 🥺 sorry for any mistakes.

bada doesn't want you to leave her when you two get to her apartment. she likes it better when you're keeping the other side of her bed warm.

you and bada had bar hop earlier that night, but bada still wanted to drink some more. she tells you to make yourself at home like she usually does. Two glasses in her hand and a bottle of jack daniels whiskey in the other. you were sitting on the floor leaning against the front of the sofa. bada settled down beside you, shoulders brushing against each other. she pours you a little while. She gave herself half a glass.

she was feeling a buzz, and you were looking pretty under the cool glow of the living room lights. bada moves closer to you, she hangs her head down, staring at you.

“w-what?” you asked, your lips on the brim of your glass.

she smiled a little saying, “just looking at the most beautiful girl in the world.”

you laughed sitting your glass down beside your leg. “don't even start, bada.”

“start what?”

“the thing you do when you've drunk too much.”

“i do a thing?”

“yes.”

“what's the thing I do?” bada plays with a strand of your hair.

“you know.”

“no i don't. tell me y/n~”

“the thing you do where you say weird stuff...”

“i say weird stuff?” she asked. “like what?”

you flick bada's forehead and she whines.

“just drink your whiskey and leave me alone.”

after two glasses of jack daniels, bada wanted to feel closer to you. she plays with your fingers, wanting them running through her hair, and ghosting her hot flushed skin. she climbs on you, straddling your lap. her eyes are hooded. you liked the version of bada. you smile at her, and your arms go around her waist. bada is seeing hearts all around you. she thinks you got more beautiful within the last couple of minutes.

bada when she's drunk, she can be really clingy with you. from hugging you to wanting to crawl into you. She needed to touch you. bada is so cute when she's drunk, with a red flush face, to pouty lips that you want to kiss.

“i like your face.” she said quietly. her hands caress your cheeks, the palms of her hands were a little cold, her fingers softly press into your skin. “i could stare at you all day and never ever get bored.”

“there you go saying weird stuff.” you smiled at her.

bada leans into you, wrapped arms around your neck as she pressed her face into the crook of your neck. her nose rubbing against your neck. she always adored your smell. It reminds of her summer, being on a beach playing in the cool salt water.

“i...i...love you, y/n.”

you laughed at what bada said. your body lightly vibrated against hers as your arms wrap tighter around her waist.

“that's the jack daniels talking, honey.”

the fleeting of your heart and the steady hum of hers was like a silent confession.

"you remind me of cloudless blue skies in spring." bada murmurs.

It doesn't make sense to you, but it makes you happy.

You gently rock her. "you're talking nonsense now."

she pressed her lips to your neck, trailing soft, slow kisses up to your ear. she thought about wanting to kiss every inch of your skin.

heat runs up to your face feeling in your cheeks. "bada this isn't funny." you whined.

she pulls away from you. her brown eyes searching yours looking for the permissions she needed. when she finds it, she leans into you her lips lightly ghosting over yours, and the faint scent of jack daniels tickles your nose.

"but you liked it, didn't you?" she teased.

you chewed on your bottom lip before answering. "It felt nice."

"it'll feel even nicer when we kiss."

You didn't wait for bada to kiss. you. you're a little greedy smashing your lips into hers. It's sloppy, and a little clumsy. Teeth hitting teeth and biting of lips.

"fuck." you moaned into the kiss.

Keep Wanting You | RIIZE ANTON X BLK FEM READER.

summary: why you gotta make me keep wanting you?

theme: ex-lovers in a small town.

loosely based on the song Why Ya Wanna by Jana Kramer. Lyrics are sort of written into the fic.

a/n: I do take requests for RIIZE so yeah. 😭 this is just a little drabble I did it late in the morning because I really love this song and I really wanted to write something for Anton. 🥺 sorry for any mistakes.

You didn't expect for your ex Anton to walk through those diner doors that late August afternoon. So all the gossip around town was true that he was back in town. He's the only person from high school who left this little hometown to chase his big dreams in a big city. He's chatting with some older people who watched him grow up as a kid. You were hoping he didn't notice you, but he does, that little glimpse he gives you while he's talking with someone makes your heart sink to your stomach.

Why did he have to come here, of all places?

Anton walks up to your table. He's smiling and your heart is breaking like the night he left you behind in this town. You want to hide your face, your eyes sting as you try to fight back the tears with a fake smile.

He's wearing an old shirt that you love. A cotton white tee with a black heart sewn into the front pocket. You were never sure why you loved that shirt on him, but you did. Anton sat across from you, his eyes taking you in.

“You're looking good,” he said.

His words felt like a punch to the gut. No hello. No, how you have been. Just you're looking good. It was kind of his way to draw you in a bit to make you trust him again and to get you to think he's leaving was never a big deal.

“Thanks...?” you said softly.

He reached across the table, his index finger tapping three times on the back of your hand. Three little taps coded for ‘I love you’, something you and Anton came up with back in high school.

You slowly drew your hand away.

“It's been a while,” he said.

“Yeah...it has...”

“You never left this place.” There's a bit of regret stuck in his throat.

“Why would I?” Your words are icy. “This place is all I know.”

“Don't you want to see something else outside of our hometown?”

“No... Not really.”

Seeing anything else didn't feel right. That safety of where home would always be kept you nestled in this town. And you never saw why Anton would want to leave a place that felt like a comforting hug after a long day. Or just suddenly leave you for some dream right after graduation. God, you were glad he wasn't here to see those first couple of months when you were a mess behind him.

So seeing him now, just having him sit across from you like everything was fine, slowly opened those wounds that didn't quite heal up enough.

“Is it wrong of me to say I've missed you?” he said.

You look down at your coffee mug. Your reflection staring back at you in the black coffee with a few cubes of sugar in it.

“Do you really?” Your voice creaks on the way up your throat.

Anton doesn't say anything for a moment. Maybe because it was selfish of him to say something like that. Like what right did he have to you now?

“Yeah. Mainly you're one reason I'm back here,” he said.

Him saying that caused you physical pain.

Was I really? Your red nails tapped at the side of the coffee mug. It would be a lie if you said you didn't miss him. If you didn't think about him all these years later. If you hadn't checked his Instagram a billion times to see if he had moved on. Just flings here and there, but nothing serious. The girls in the city could never compare to the one small-town girl that he still loved.

So he fucked up by leaving you.

“Anton, don't say something you don't mean.” You pleaded. “Don't okay?”

You look up from your coffee.

“I mean it though.” He said. “I mean it with every heartbeat.”

The corners of your mouth pull down and your eyes water. You grabbed a napkin from the middle of the table and dabbed at your eyes, trying not to ruin your makeup.

“I need to go.” You said.

Because things were getting too real. If he said anything else, you would have maybe done the one thing you said you'd never do, which was forgive him.

You slid out of the booth and so did Anton. You placed a couple of dollars on the table for your coffee. Anton follows you out of the diner. You stopped walking.

“Don't follow me–” It's the way he moved in for a hug that caught you off guard.

What was he thinking? You let it happen. You deep down you wanted it though. It's a shame almost you craved his hug. How you melt against his body, how his arms tighten around your shoulders, your face in his chest smelling him. You were coming unglued.

It's sad how you wanted him again to go back to the familiarities of his love like he never broke your heart when he said goodbye. And God, how you wished he had been cold towards you like any ex would. But that wasn't him.

You needed to push him away. You needed to yell at him that this wasn't fair—that he doesn't get to do this to you. Hell, you can't bring yourself to do any of it. It felt so right with him right now.

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