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YESSSS!!!! IM SO FUCKING ***** FOR BADA!!!!

Could you do a Bada x fem reader fic based on the song boyfriend by dove Cameron please!!!!! I NEED IT!!!!

you got me on a chokehold with this one. LET'S FUCKING GOOOO

✘ BOYFRIEND ✘

where bada is sick of seeing you cry over your stupid boyfriend, and she knows that she can be a better boyfriend to you. so much better than him.

FYI: nsfw 🔞 — extremely suggestive and very explicit at times. it's giving switch vibes kinda but dom!bada prevail. reader wants it rough. not a complete smut tho. not really proofread cause i'm anxious. howl is our anger target ig😇

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

Bada sighed as her eyes wandered around, seeing her friends squeezed on the small dance floor of the bar, moving to the rhythm of whatever was the music coming out of the speakers. She couldn't pay attention, she was too tired and was about to ask for her bill and leave, when her eyes fell on you. The only one on the table besides you, with no partner to dance.

Her hand closes in a tight fist; so hard that she felt pain from her nails digging into the skin — even though they were very short. It wasn't enough to dispel her anger. She ran her fingers through the long strands of oreo hair, her legs shaking at a fast pace as she looked at you, on the other side of the table, not exactly facing her but two seats aside. You were curled up in the corner, leaning against the wall as if you wanted to merge with it, while your swollen eyes — Bada saw your failed attempt to hide the crying a few minutes ago. I mean, you managed to hide it from everyone, but not from Bada. Never from Bada. — were glued to your phone.

It was not the first, and Bada knows for sure it wouldn't be the last time Howl would do this. She's already fed up with this shit. Right — she's his childhood best friend, they're like brothers, but she's feeling the urge to beat him until he loses consciousness. How can he do that to you? Make you that sad? And how come you haven't broken up with him yet? Bada closed her eyes tightly with this last thought.

It's the same thing, every fucking time. Howl always promised, swore to you that he would go out with you, that you would spend some time together — but he was always late, most times he wouldn't even show up. He would just ghost you, only to appear the next day with a lame excuse 'i'm sorry bae, something came up' 'a friend needed help, you know' 'I lost track of time, practicing until late at night'

And you would always forgive him, with your sad, sunken eyes after spending the whole night awake — crying, all alone in bed, looking for reasons to blame yourself for the way Howl never seemed to want to spend time with you.

This was her last straw — Bada was furious, her blood boiling in her veins. The one thought running though her head right now was that she could be a fucking better boyfriend than him. A thousand million times better, just for you.

Suddenly, her mind was clearer than ever. A wicked smile sat on her lips. The universe must have divined this, she thought. What am I gonna do? Not grab your wrist?

Bada slid through the benches, until she stopped at one right in front of you. You didn't even notice, until you felt her long, cold fingers adorning your wrist in an affectionate grip, making you drop your phone on the table.

You finally raised your eyes to her; your lips shaking with the overwhelming attention she was giving you, looking at you as if you were the only thing alive in that place, and with that damn crooked smile of hers that never failed to make your thighs rub — it was no surprise that it had the same effect now.

You were under so much stress — Howl never gave you enough attention or affection. He's been like that from the beginning, and it always made you upset, of course; but it also caused an exorbitant buildup of horniness in you over time. So much so, that even when he decided to give you some attention on this matter, it was never enough for you. There was always something lacking, and he could barely get you there.

And then, there was Bada. You met her through Howl. They always hung out together, going to the same types of places. Their dynamics were always very fun to watch, like two siblings who were always bickering but, at the end of the day, they were talking to each other as if nothing happened.

You and Howl started dating about seven months ago, and it seems that Bada has been more present than him all this time. You two got very close and, as much as you denied and buried this feeling seven feet deep in your heart, your body knew and wouldn't let you forget. Bada attracts you more than a magnet attracts iron, and certainly much more than Howl. He made a point of blowing, or rather, didn't even light, this flame between you.

Bada's velvety voice took you out of the trance, "It's still your birthday," you struggled to move your gaze from her seductive face to the clock on the wall behind her. 11 p.m. You still had an hour. Your wrist tinged with her — now — warm touch. "You know, If I could give you some advice, I would leave with me tonight."

Something clicked. The was thick, hard to breathe.

The suggestive look in her eyes left you breathless. Was she really...? "I mean, we can still celebrate your birthday somewhere better. Celebrate it for real. My place, maybe?"

You gulped, your thighs rubbing again — more eagerly now as your eyes thoroughly followed the movement of Bada's tongue, that was not-so-innocently licking her full, reddish lips.

Bada let out a low laugh, reading all of your body reactions like a book. A book that has always been and would always be very open to her. You didn't even notice, too focused on trying not to let out a moan out of the blue. That's how bad she got you.

Her thumb rubbed into your skin, reaching the palm of your hand and you almost squirmed in the seat — this touch sent a shock through your nerve endings, descending to your most needy spot, making you pulse down there. You bit your lower lip instantly and Bada felt dizzy at the sight, her hold on your wrist tightened a little more than gently.

"What do you say?" she asked again and you felt yourself blushing when you realized that until now you hadn't been able to babble out any answer to her.

"Y-yes," your voice cracked and you shook your head softly, messing up your hair a little. "I mean, sure. Your place sounds nice."

Bada smiled satisfied, finally releasing your wrist. You missed her touch instantly, and that made you want to climb the walls or scream until you lost your voice or both. You couldn't think straight.

She got up and turned around the table, moving away the empty chairs that were between you and offered her hand to you "Shall we?"

You tried not to look so desperate when your trembling hand almost flew to hold on to hers. Your smile was making your cheeks sore. At this point, if Bada didn't fuck you into oblivion, you would guarantee that she'd be.

You saw Bada sticking her free hand into her pocket and fishing a handful of money, leaving it on the table — it was more than enough to pay the bill for both of you. You thought you could faint from lust right there, just with that vision.

You two left the bar, not even worrying about saying goodbye to your friends on the dance floor. Bada guided you to her huge black car, making a point of opening the door for you.

"Ladies first, baby. I insist" her voice was barely more than a whisper. You can only hear it because her mouth was millimeters from your ear, sending goosebumps all over your body. You bent slightly to get in, her hand never leaving yours while the other began a smooth caress on your back. When you finally settled down, she closed the door carefully, walking away. She went around to get to the driver's side, the car key spinning on her long fingers along the way.

Bada came in calmly, sitting down and putting on her seatbelt. You stirred on your seat, feeling uncomfortably wet. You felt your juice starting to run down your thighs and you were about to stick your nails in your legs but Bada was faster — the big hand and now, after several minutes of physical contact, hot, grabbed your thigh, leaving you motionless with expectation. You looked at her and she was already looking at you, waiting. "Is that okay?" Her soft, raspy voice asked as her hand slowly climbed up your thigh, caressing. You couldn't control the tremors or the chills, you barely could control your voice.

"Yes, please," you managed to whisper. That damn crooked smile framed her lips again and you held your breath. Her fingertips had barely gotten close to your crotch and were already soaked with your arousal. The hoarse laugh she let out almost made you cum. Her pretty eyes never leaving yours.

"Oh, love, I haven't even started with you yet and you're already so fucking wet for me. Soaking wet" she let out a pleased hum as she stretched her fingers, going up a little more, smearing her fingers with your wetness and gently pressing your clit over the panties. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and this time you couldn't swallow the moan. "Look at me, babe." And you looked, eyes wide opening immediately. Bada took her hand off your thigh, taking the soaked fingers to her mouth. You watched, your lips parted in shock with the most erotic vision you've ever witnessed. You whimpered as you saw her lips closing around her thin fingers, sucking and licking as if it were the sweetest candy she has ever tasted. Her eyes almost rolled back, but she didn't stop looking at you for a second. You gulped for the second time this night when you heard the muffled moan that Bada let out — just from getting a taste of you.

She took her fingers out of her mouth after making sure they were all clean and licked her lips, not wanting to leave any drops behind. Before you knew, her hand was on your chin, her thumb lovingly rubbing your lips.

"I'll take good care of you, babe. Don't worry." Suddenly, her skilled hand went down to your neck, applying pressure in the right places and you can't help moaning again — shamelessly rubbing yourself against the seat, trying to find some relief for the overwhelming tension you were feeling in your pussy.

Bada was delighted with the view.

She hurried to start the car, sliding through the streets of Seoul. You were hot all over. Her hand kept caressing your thigh all the way. You were about to combust with the stimulation plus the homoerotic view of Bada driving — her big hand clinging to the steering wheel, rolling with precision, her face furrowed in concentration and agony — you were convinced you could easily cum from that alone, when she finally parked the car in the reserved space.

You both sighed in relief.

The path to the elevator at Bada's condo was a blur. She just grabbed your hand, almost dragging you along the way, but you were quick to catch up with her pace.

Your heart beat wildly when you heard the ding, and the iron doors opened. Bada squeezed your hand gently, guiding you inside. A second later the doors closed with a silent thud, and you were going up.

Contrary to what you imagined in your horny, clouded mind, Bada didn't grab you and started to desperately make out with you. No. She approached slowly, cornering you against the cold elevator wall. You were afraid that she could hear your heart. You swallowed hard when her large hands held your waist tightly, and she subtly lifted her thigh, positioning it between your legs. You spread them, giving her all the room she needed; your skirt also giving Bada easier access as her thigh finally reached your pussy, applying pressure and rubbing so. damn. slowly. You rested your hands on her arms, biting her shoulder as you moaned at the sensation, frantically trying to rub yourself back but her grip on your waist stopped you. “Please,” you tried to say. Bada just hummed.

"Baby, what a mess. You're making my pants all wet. What should I do? I really need to take care of you." you moaned again, this time right at the tip of her ear and you noticed how she quivered. You licked her lobe, wanting to get more and more reactions from her.

How would she sound, moaning to you? You could only imagine the feeling of making a woman like her feel pleasure.

You'd make sure to find out tonight.

The ding sound brought you two back to reality. And just like that, Bada walked away. You felt the absence of her warmth like a bucket of cold water.

Once again, her hand affectionately reached yours. You were surprised to see that it was a direct entrance to the penthouse. You didn't have much time to process this information, though.

Before you knew, Bada pulled you onto her lap. Your legs wrapped around her waist for dear life, your arms hooked around her neck. For the first time, you were looking her in the eye at the same height — and so, so close. She's so painfully beautiful, you thought. She held you against her, smiling. You smiled too, genuinely happy for the first time in who knows how long.

Bada finally leaned in for a kiss. First, your lips were merely brushing. She was testing waters, trying out, and you blindly followed her lead. Her tongue moistened your lips, poking between them, shyly asking for permission — which you happily gave in the same second.

You two moaned when your tongues met, the feeling sending spasms through both of your wombs, and you couldn't help but rub yourself hungrily against her, leaving a wet trail on the white tank top Bada wore.

The kiss was a wet mess of chattering teeth and fierce tongues, exploring every single corner of each other's mouths. Your hands grabbed her hair, pulling to deepen kiss and you felt her moan reverberating inside you. Oh, she likes the tugging.

One of her hands moved from your waist to your neck, squeezing again, as she blindly made her way to what you thought must be her room — she didn't break the kiss for a second.

Suddenly, you felt yourself falling onto a soft surface. It was Bada's bed. You propped yourself up on your elbows, dazed, looking at the girl standing on the edge of the bed. She was running her hand over the wet spot on her tank top, clicking her tongue as if in disapproval. You sank your teeth into your bottom lip as she lifted her shirt, taking it off and getting half naked. Her breasts were free, no bra in sight, gloriously beautiful. You could see, even in the dim light, that her abs were moist in some spots, which made your legs open involuntarily. Bada wiped her lips at the sight and your face felt so hot you thought you had a fever.

"I really was planning on treating you like a princess, you know, the way you deserve and the way he would never know how," she pauses as she approaches, resting her hands on your knees. Her gaze drops to your panties and you feel yourself throbbing down there. Bada's eyes sparks, as if she knows.

"But you're so, so needy today and it's still your birthday, so I'm going to fuck you real hard like I know you want me to, love. I'm going to eat you out so good." Her hands moved down until they found your covered pussy. She deftly pulled your panties to the side and her fingers slid all over — you screamed as three of her fingers penetrated you out of nowhere, slipping in so easily that it left you breathless. Her husky voice made you throb as her long fingers moved in and out with trained speed. "The things I'm going to do to you... he could never fucking do it. He wouldn't even dream of it. I'll make sure you can't walk properly tomorrow."

"In fact, I think i'm gonna steal you from him."

Your eyes rolled. You didn't know it was possible to get more turned on than you already were, but you did. You were impossibly horny and wet and feral — your hole mercilessly clamping down on her fingers as you saw her biting her lips hard, her gaze focused as if your pussy was the most precious possession she had ever touched. You couldn't stop moaning, Howl being thrown out of your thoughts — for good.

Oh boy, you were getting laid real good tonight.

a/n: long ass chapter sorry.. i'm leaving the room🚶🏻‍♀️ hope you liked it!

Bada Lee, You Are Not Alone. pt2

Warnings: suggestive content, smut, heavy make out sessions, Bada gets angry, toxic mother, Shower sex, Pet names, DomBada!, SubReader!, Mommy kink!, angst, Bada has a cock in this story but I'm not saying she is trans or anything it is just for the story.

part 2 - part 1

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*beep beep beep beep beep! * My alarm started blaring loudly and woke me up. The clock says 7:00 that gives me time to shower and pack the last small things before I got to go to my parents' house. I messaged Kristen, Audrey and Bada about our stay and what not then I hopped in the shower. I got out and maybe myself some toast and some eggs and ate it in a hurry anxious to get there so we can leave because I can't stand my mother anymore it's like she grown bitter now and doesn't love me anymore. I stopped thinking about that the second I heard a ring of my doorbell. "I'm coming!" I ran to the door and Kristen, Audrey and Bada walked in helping me pack my stuff into my car. Bada came with them, so I drive her with me when we head there. I hurriedly shoveled the food down the last two bites, and we got into the cars and went. The ride there was pretty chill Bada hardly spoke to me but kept holding my hand and touching my thigh. "Can I play some tunes?" She asked. I nodded and she found one that played You got it by Vedo and she started doing her own dance to it next to me in the car. We laughed and had fun till we got to my parents' house. My mood was ruined the second we arrived, Bada took notice of my mood change. "What's the matter angel?" I couldn't help but sigh. "It's nothing I'll tell you later, okay?" She didn't seem to like the response but nodded. We got out of the car, and I walked up to the front door and rang the bell, I can hear my annoying mother on the other side. She opened the door and acted like she was so excited to see me, but I knew damn well she wasn't. "Hello my Beautiful baby." 'God, she made me wanna gag.' I forced a smile. "Hi...mom!" 'God when can I leave???' Kristen can tell I'm not feeling so happy about this so to help me out thank God she cleared her throat to catch her attention. My mother and her dramatic-self gasped. "Oh, and you brought friends to stay too?" She giggled half-heartedly and I nodded. "Yep, I did, they are here for emotional support." She scoffed. "Sure, not that you really need them, you have me." I tried really hard not to laugh and call her bluff but then Bada noticed and stopped me. "Where can we leave our things Mrs. Y/l/n?" She smirked as if she won. "Upstairs the first room on the right is available and then the one right across is from it on the left is too." Bada nodded and we all came in and went upstairs. I ran past them to my old room and started screaming in my pillow. 'God why can't she and father understand me?' I heard a knock at my door. "Go away mom!" I started trembling and having a hard time not crying. My door got opened and felt her getting closer. "Mom please I don't want to argue anymore right now!" I started crying but then felt arms wrap around me in a tight hug and then a second pair and a third pair. It was Kristen, Audrey and Bada. I started sobbing on them and trying not to lose my grip on reality. After what only felt like seconds I pulled away and Audrey handed me a tissue. after wiping my tears away and blowing my nose I finally took a deep breath and looked to Bada. "This is all because neither of them supports my dream to be a dancer." All three of them looked at me in disbelief. "Wow why not? you do amazingly well." Audrey spoke. "I don't know but neither my mom nor my father wants me doing it because they don't think I make enough money doing it even though I am happy and am living my best life." They all nodded and Bada rubbed my back. "The worst part is she likes making me come here just to try and make me marry a rich guy because they want me to not dance anymore." I started crying harder again. Bada pulled me into a hug. "I swear to god this has me fuming and I want to go shit talk her so bad right now." I shook my head. "Don't Bada it won't end well." She sighed. "You sure? because I don't mind being her enemy at all knowing how she treats you." I blushed slightly but nodded. "I'm sure Bada." I snuggled closer into her. "However, I want to stay in your arms forever." Kristen and Audrey smiled to one another.

"We'll leave you guys alone." and just like that they left the room. "How about we move to snuggle in your bed beautiful?" I nodded and sat up off of her and she helped me to my feet. She laid down and patted the bed next to her to which I obviously compiled and snuggled right into her. "Bada?" She hummed in response. "Promise me that you will be here once I wake up?" She giggled at my child like request. "Yes angel I promise." I smiled and fell right to sleep.

Bada's POV:

I smiled at the beautiful girl sleeping but I climbed out of under her and went to the bathroom which I definitely thought she would've gotten up from it, but she stayed sleeping. I snuck downstairs to grab a snack and a drink, but when I came down there was a strange man who I knew wasn't Y/n's father standing in the kitchen talking to Y/n's mom. I tried to hurry and grab my snack and drink but... "You must be Y/n." The man said. I shook my head. "No who are you?" Y/n's mom stopped in front of me. "He is Kim Bae, and he is one of the many suiters for Y/n." 'God this woman is trying to ruin everything for me.' "Speaking of where is she?" I tried my damnedest to behave myself. "Sleeping upstairs." She sighed. "Well, she can meet you once she gets up." He smiled "fine I'll come by later." She nodded and sent him off kindly. I hurried back upstairs.

Y/n's POV:

I woke up wondering where Bada was she promised me she'd be here when I woke up, but she wasn't here. I started to get upset but as I did the door opened. I jumped up and grabbed her in a tight hug. "Don't leave me alone again please Bada." She sighed and hugged me back. "I won't sorry I wanted a snack and drink and then..." I lifted my head to meet her gaze. "Then what Bada?" She looked like she was unsure as to how she should tell me about this whatever this is. She took a deep breath. "Your mom has another rich man here for you to meet." It was my turn to sigh. "Yeah, she does this every time I come here." I looked up to Bada and she looks angry but what she did next, I was not ready for, she grabbed me by my cheeks and kissed me with lust and passion, it felt like I was floating on air from that kiss. She moved us to the bed and climbed on top of me and started kissing me rougher and caressing my body, she pulled away breathless. "You know...you're so beautiful." I blushed and giggled. "Thanks, you aren't too bad yourself baby." She smiled and chuckled lightly. "How about we shower together?" I nodded, "Yes we should." We both stood up and grabbed out clothes for afterwards. I started the water since I already gathered my clothes, a few minutes later Bada came in and tugged on my shirt to which I responded lifting my arms and she pulled it over my head. I then took hers off for her and she unclasped my bra, and I turned around to hers, but she froze staring at my naked breasts. I waved my hand in front of her face, so she'd look at me then she blushed once she made eye contact with me. I couldn't help but giggle and tease her a bit. "Do you like what you see baby?" "Are my breasts distracting you hm?" She sighed at me then let me undo her bra then she took my pants off and panties in one swift motion. I carefully took hers off but then once we were naked, we hopped in the shower. She started washing my hair for me and I did hers then she washed my body till her hands got close to my cunt then she panicked. "What's wrong Bada?" She seemed annoyed but then she chuckled lowly and pinned me to the wall of the shower with my ass towards her. "You really wanna play innocent here princess?" She grabbed me by my hair which caused me to moan and whimper. She chuckled again. "You like me pulling your hair baby?" I nodded but that earned me a smack to my ass. "Yes ma'am." She smirked proud of what she is achieving. She moved her right hand lower till she was caressing my ass then she started moving it lower and started touching my cunt till all the sudden I felt her fingers go inside of me. "Oh god yes!" She chuckled again. "You like that don't you my beautiful baby hm? you sound so pretty making those sweet noises all for me." I gasped getting closer to Cuming. "I-I'm so close mommy." she pulled them out now leaving me feeling empty. I was not ready for what was to come because she slammed her cock into me. "OH MY GOD MOMMY YES!" I screamed so much that I was breathless for a moment after. "Shhh you're gonna get us caught princess." I moaned louder. "I don't care I want her to know I don't want that guy and that I want you mommy." She smirked happily over that. "Your wish is my command, Babygirl." She fucked into me rougher and faster I could feel the knot forming in my stomach. "M-mommy! I-I'm gonna cum!" I came all over her cock and she came inside me. We were both panting from that heated sex. "Okay now let's finish up so I can go downstairs." I smiled at Bada as I spoke. She nodded and we hurried and got dressed. She held my hand as we walked down the stairs, and we were greeted by my mom trying to shove this guy on me. "Hey there, she is my beautiful daughter Y/n. Y/n this is Kim Bae he is a famous CEO at this big company, and he said he'd marry you." "Y/n I promise I'll be a good husband to you and father to our kids if you'll have me." I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Look Kim Bae, I bet you are an amazing guy but I'm not the right one for you besides I am in love with someone else." He nodded.

"It's okay I understand and thank you for your time." He got up and left. My mom however is mean mugging me. "What in the fuck is wrong with you!?" Kristen and Audrey came down and stood there listening. "What's wrong with me!? MORE LIKE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU MOM!?!?" She gasped dramatically as always. "I am only doing what is best for you with that shitty career and the shit people you are around you need to be around rich people and other people like your father and I." I was getting angrier by the minute. "No mom I don't because you and dad aren't doing what you want to do no you'd rather pretend you love your life instead of changing it to make yourself happy." She scoffed. "You are such a spoiled brat and never want to make life easier on yourself. which who is this person you are in love with? are they gonna be able to take care of you? are they gonna be able to make sure you live a happy life? no because you pick losers only." I was ready to leave this place right now and never return. "NO MOM, THEY LOVE ME AND PROMISE TO LOVE ME WHICH IS SOMETHING YOU NEVER DID YOU ALWAYS WANNA SHOVE ME OFF ONTO SOME RICH GUY WHO NEVER WILL LOVE ME THE WAY THIS WOMAN NEXT TO ME DOES!" She walked over and *Smack! * She hit me hard enough I fell to the floor. I looked up at her and stood up. "I hope you know you just lost your daughter forever." I walked upstairs and packed my things and Bada's things and brought our bags down. Bada the whole time was ready to hurt her for how she treated me. She hugged me and then walked over to my mother. "I swear if I ever see you hit her like that again you will have a lot more to worry about than her leaving, I plan to love her and treat her right through everything no matter what unlike you." She walked back to me and we all four got into the two cars. Bada and I sat there for a second. "Y/n listen I'm sor-" I cut her off to kiss her lips. "You were amazing in there Baby." I smiled at her as I said that. "Yeah, well I promised you I would never let you be alone again. You are not alone, and I will always be there for you." just like that we left unsure what our future holds but we'll get through it together.

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A/n: This was fun to write and emotional as fuck I'm just happy to write something this good for ya'll and If you guys have requests I'm always willing to write one. anyways I hope yall enjoyed this one and I plan to write some more stuff soon.

˚ ˖ . 🛥️ Sugarbebes | Bada x Reader ft. BEBE

warnings: sugar mommy!bada, sugar babies Bebe + reader, boat sex (if that’s a thing), brat tamer!bada if you squint, a little kyma x reader cause it’s cute, low-key but high key harem vibes 😵‍💫, free use if you squint, exhibitionist bada bc I love her, voyeurism, strap usage, cum sharing, spit, Bada is a hard giver in this, mostly bebe + reader receiving!

a/n: I’m writing this before I’ve even started the actual fic but just know I’ve put all my effort into this 😁

Squeals and hurried footsteps made their way up the wooden steps, a collective gasp being let out as you along with the rest of the girls took in the glorious sight before you.

Bada’s yacht was nothing short of luxurious. Sleek white and three stories high, equipped with multiple facilities for leisure such as an indoor pool, a deck with sun loungers, as well as a spacious common area. And that’s just naming a few, you were sure you’d get the chance to explore all the rooms a little later.

For now Bada stood behind the seven of you, enjoying the awestruck look on all of your faces. It was her idea to whisk you away from the brutal cold in Korea, spoiling her sugar babies with a spontaneous sail through the warm waters of Jeju Island.

Her sugar babies consisted of: you, Tatter, Lusher, Minah, Cheche, Kyma and Sowoen. Each of your nicknames were given to you by Bada herself and it was more common for you all to refer to one another as such. It was rare for sugar babies with the same sugar mommy to be so close but it was something Bada insisted on, particularly fond of being surrounded by pretty girls that also enjoyed each other’s company. Despite being the last sugar baby to be brought into this arrangement, you never felt any less valued which is what you loved most apart from the money.

“Come on unnie, take us to the top!” Lusher playfully shakes Bada’s arm and she agrees, leading the way up the third story of the yacht. Once you arrive, Minah is the first to eagerly run up to the edge, tightly gripping the metal railing. She closes her eyes and inhales deeply, salty sea air entering her nostrils.

Tatter giggles. “Someone’s really in vacation mode~”

“That’s what I brought you all here for.” Bada chuckles, gesturing for the rest of you to join the brunette. She takes a picture whilst all of your backs are turned, savouring the first of many memories that would be made that day. It’s quiet for a few minutes as the seven of you enjoy the beauty that was the ocean view, admiring the way the waves glittered under the sun.

Cheche turns around, gasping softly with a smile on her face. The rest of you follow suit to see a bucket filled with ice holding a bottle of champagne, eight flutes set out on a table. Behind you was an outside common area, two big, cream coloured couches on each side of the table. Bada smiles and waits for you to join her.

“Cheers!” The eight of you say together, glasses clinking softly. You hum at the fruity taste, bubbles tickling the back of your throat as the liquid went down. You’re happy to listen to the surrounding animated chatter, happily sipping away with Bada’s warm hand rubbing your bare thigh.

“You look cute.” She mutters, shamelessly running her eyes over your figure.

“Thank you unnie~ I know you like blue so I bought this especially for you.” She smiles and squeezes your flesh gently.

“Unnie, how about me?” Lusher asks, smiling expectantly. Bada chuckles and wraps an arm around her waist.

“Very pretty, like always.” You hum in agreement, glancing away as the two share a light peck. Part of the dynamic included not being shy or feeling embarrassed at all when it came to any kind of affection, whether it was kisses or more than that. You yourself had no problem with this but, being somewhat new, you weren’t as used to it as the others which, nobody minded. They were more than happy to encourage you to feel comfortable with openly showing PDA in front of everyone.

A loud whine breaks Bada and Lusher apart. “Lusher unnie got the first kiss of vacation! No fair!” Cheche pouts, the rest of the girls laughing along. Bada shakes her head in amusement, beckoning the girl over to ‘apologise’ with another kiss. You move out of the way to make room, perking up when Tatter asks for someone to accompany her to the pool. You, Minah and Kyma agree to go with her.

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The weather was already quite warm so the cooler temperature of the pool water was much appreciated. Kyma demonstrates how fast she can swim, splashing the three of you in the process. She smiles widely at your playful whines, clearly not regretting her actions. As revenge Minah suggests the four of you play water wrestling to which everyone enthusiastically agrees.

Kyma sits atop Tatter’s shoulders while you sit on Minah’s, giggling and squealing as you try and push Kyma off. Bada walks in just as you succeed, Kyma falling into the water with a splash.

“Happy to see you all having fun.” She says amused, leaning against the wall.

“Unnie did you see? I won!” You cheer, Bada grins and walks closer to pat your head, squatting by the pool to do so.

“I did see, good job baby.”

“Unnie I can’t help but notice you look a little…” Tatter and Kyma share a glance. “Dry.” Bada furrows her eyebrows, not catching on until the pair are reaching out to her, intending to dampen her shirt. Unfortunately for them, Bada manages to back away in time.

“Nice try you two~” she chuckles at their pouts.

“Unnie you’re no fun!” Kyma giggles.

Bada playfully raises an eyebrow. “I’m no fun yet I’m the one who brought you all here on this luxurious getaway?”

“You know what I mean!”

Minah tilts her head. “Aren’t you a little uncomfortable wearing your button ups in this weather?” Bada shrugs.

“Not really, I did bring swim wear with me though, you’ll see me in it later.”

Tatter gasps excitedly. “Oh my god! Will we finally get to see you in a bikini?” Bada laughs and shakes her head.

“Sorry to burst your bubble, sweetheart- my opinion on them still hasn’t changed.” Tatter pouts playfully. “The rest of the girls are out on the loungers if you wanted to join them, by the way.”

Minah perks up. “Ooh! I wanna go!” Gently, she bends down to help you off of her shoulders, Bada having walked away to come back holding out her towel for her. Minah giggles as she hops out the pool to be wrapped in the fabric- swaddled like a baby.

“Unnie you have to wrap us up too!” Tatter says.

“Of course~” Bada proceeds to repeat the same action for Tatter and Kyma as they exit the pool.

“Y/n are you not coming?” You shake your head and the three girls nod, patting themselves dry before leaving you alone with Bada.

You hop up to sit by the edge of the pool, your legs dangling in the water. Bada gulps at the sight of your body drenched in water, biting the goosebumps on your arms due to the shift in temperature. She also couldn’t help but notice the way your nipples poked through your bikini top.

“My eyes are up here.” You giggle.

“I know that, I’m simply enjoying the view.” Bada whispers, kissing your forehead. “Having a good time so far?” You nod happily.

“It’s nice being here with everyone… all together.” Bada hums in agreement.

“We should do it more often, don’t you think?” You nod, softly biting your lip. “What’s on your mind, hm?”

“Is it bad I want you all to myself sometimes?” The older woman furrows her brows and shakes her head.

“Of course not, it’s only natural, I’m sure all the other girls think the same.” She smirks. “Feeling a little jealous?”

“No, no, not at all!” You shake your head, waving your hands in front of you. “I like seeing the girls love you but- just—” you sigh. “You know how I am.” Bada nods in understanding.

“You’re shy, we’re working on it, it’s okay.” A moment of silence passes. “You have me now though, it’s only us here.” She says, whispering the last part.

Just by turning your head slightly you find your face to be inches apart from Bada’s, her eyes flickering down to your lips. You make the first move, leaning in to close the gap. The kiss is sweet, gentle as if Bada were treating you like porcelain. Which she did, in a way, always treating you and the rest of the girls with love and care.

This time Bada doesn’t seem to mind getting wet, water dripping onto her shirt as you instinctively wrapped your arms around her neck.

“Shit- I’m so sorry—”

“Shh, shh, hey, hey, don’t worry about it.” You nod a little, sighing softly as she pulls you back in for another kiss. A few kisses later end you up with spread legs, hips bucking up into Bada’s hand as she finger fucks you. Moans tumble past your lips freely, echoing and bouncing off the walls. “So pretty in this swimsuit, could barely keep my hands off you, fuck-” you whine at her compliments, eating up every crumb of praise Bada would feed you. “And you’re all mine, aren’t you?”

You nod dumbly. “All yours unnie!” You gasp as her fingers curl against that one spongy spot inside you. Bada grins.

“That’s the spot isn’t it, y/n? Taking my fingers so well, sweetheart.” Your whines confide with her last few thrusts, finally orgasming seconds later. Your body tremble, legs kicking a little water up in the air. Bada giggles, slowly removing her digits. “C’mon, let’s get you dry, the others are waiting for us.”

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When you arrive at the deck you’re greeted with laughter and lively chatter.

“Unnie! Y/n! What took you two so long?” Cheche asks. Minah spots the blush on your cheeks and smiles knowingly.

“I think they were having a little fun without us~ right, unnie?” Bada chuckles and nods, leading you over to an empty lounge chair. “That’s too bad we left early then, we could’ve watched.” She giggles.

“We still have plenty of time left on the yacht for that.” Bada laughs, eyes flickering to Minah’s nails. “Those are cute.” Minah beams.

“You think so? They’re actually matching with Sowoenie.” The youngest perks up hearing her name, happily showing off her nails. Bada walks over to her chair, casually sitting down and pulling the girl into her lap.

Tatter pouts. “Now I wish I got mine done before the trip…”

“Don’t pout, I’ll send you some money later, yeah?” The blonde is instantly all smiles again, nodding. The topic shifts and Bada is only half listening, more focused on the youngest in her lap. You can see Sowoen squirm as Bada’s hands rub up and down her sides, travelling past her bikini top.

“Unnie…” she mumbles.

“Hm?” Bada rubs circles into her nipples, feeling the brown buds harden under her fingertips. Sowoen squeaks, catching the attention of Cheche who only chuckles in response.

“When are we gonna eat? I’m starving!” Lusher whines, everyone giggles but agrees.

“The dining room is on the second floor, I’ll come check on you guys later.” The girls nod, Bada smiling and fixing Sowoen’s bikini top since she was hungry too. Everyone leaves except for her and Cheche.

Bada leans back on the chair, hands behind her for support while the younger saunters over to her lap. She gives her a once over, one hand coming up to play with her hair. “These are those highlights I paid for.” She hums. “They suit you.”

“Thank you unnie~ I know you like natural colours so I thought the brown and blonde went well together.” Bada hums again.

“You know me well.” Cheche giggles, leaning forward for a kiss. “I had a feeling you were planning to get me alone… craving for my attention, huh?”

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After reaching the second floor it occurs to you that you’d forgotten your sunglasses back at the deck. You excuse yourself to go and get them, trying to remember which chair you left them on. As soon as you turn the corner, the sound of loud moans reach your ears.

Slowly, you advance forward. Both Bada and Cheche come into view, Cheche bent over the railing and gripping onto it for dear life as Bada fucks into her from behind. Her bikini bottom hangs off her ankle, swinging repeatedly from the force of Bada’s thrusts. Cheche’s hair is in her face so she doesn’t notice you but Bada does.

A loud cry breaks you out of your stupor, looking over to Cheche as her body twitches through an orgasm. Bada pulls out slowly, clear strings of fluid attaching the silicone toy to her pussy. Without needing to be asked, Cheche turns around and sinks to her knees, eyes looking up at Bada as she cleans the toy.

Bada runs her fingers through Cheche’s hair, keeping a light grip to control her head. She beckons you over with a finger, gesturing for you to kneel next to her which you do. Already knowing where this was going, Cheche pulls off of Bada’s cock, turning to you with her mouth full.

Your eyes widen as she pulls you into a heated kiss, transferring her cum to your mouth in the process. Bada’s hand comes to gently stroke your hair to relax you a little and you do, whining softly into the kiss. A soft groan comes from above you, Bada watching with a hooded gaze. Both you and Cheche show her your tongues after pulling away, following Bada’s instruction to ‘swallow’.

Evening rolls around, the sun slowly retreating to its slumbering place, oranges and reds being left in its wake. It’s a beautiful sight as the eight of you eat together, Lusher and Tatter sitting back with their hands on their stomachs from eating too much. Minah scolds the two gently though it’s no use- they’d happily do it again.

As the night progresses the temperature dips, everyone voicing their desires to change out of their swimsuits. You pass by Sowoen’s room on the way to yours, stopping in your tracks when, again, moans and soft pants reach your ears. Heat travels to multiple areas of your body and you continue on your way before you could get caught.

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Minutes later you’re back, now lounging in the indoor common room. A few windows open to allow the sweet scent of the night air to flow into the room. Kyma lays with her head in your lap, quietly enjoying your company. You felt comfortable with all the girls but you especially enjoyed how easily you could relax with Kyma, the two of you sharing introverted personalities. This also meant you were close with Sowoen who was on the quieter side but of course, she was still in her room. Most likely recovering from her trip to poundtown.

You’re content combing through her hair with your fingers, watching Lusher and Tatter fawn all over Bada. They giggle to each other quietly, teasingly dragging their hands up and down her torso. You don’t blame them seeing Bada’s choice of loungewear included a compression shirt and pyjama pants.

“Think they’re all gonna go up in one of their rooms together?” Kyma asks, chuckling softly. You look down at her smiling.

“No doubt, Bada unnie will probably knock them out like she did with Sowoen.”

Kyma stifles a laugh behind her hand. “How come you took so long to get your glasses by the way? You didn’t even have them when you came back.”

A red hue creeps up your neck and settles on your cheeks. “Uh… well I kind of… caught Cheche and Bada unnie.” Kyma smiles knowingly.

“Ah~ I see, did you join in?”

“A little.” She pouts and lightly pinches your thigh for you to elaborate. “I just watched her finish and then- she like-” it’s obvious Kyma finds amusement in your flustered reaction. “She kissed me with her cum in her mouth.”

“Ooh~ wish I was there.” You softly hit her back out of embarrassment. “What! I do!” She giggles. A soft thwack catches your attention, looking over to Bada who had lightly smacked Lusher’s thigh.

“Don’t catch an attitude with me, you know I’m not for it.” She says sternly. Lusher seems unaffected, only hugging and puffing in response.

Kyma lets out a quiet ‘ooh’ that only you can hear. “You’ve spoiled her too much, unnie.” Tatter says. “Maybe you should teach her a lesson.” Your eyebrows raise slightly.

“Maybe I should… Seoyoung loves an audience, doesn’t she?” You’d never really seen Bada as a brat tamer but you’d heard stories about this side of her. A tingling spread through your core from the excitement of finally witnessing it.

Lusher gets up to bend over the coffee table, Tatter now sat to the side as Bada stands behind her. Her pyjama shorts have been yanked down, leaving her ass exposed. “Don’t ever say I don’t buy shit for you.” Bada says, landing the first of many spanks. “What do you say?”

“Yes unnie.” Lusher replies meekly.

“Who paid for this silver hair, huh?”

She jumps at the second blow to her asscheek. “You unnie.”

“And who’s paying all those student funds?”

Lusher can barely squeak out another answer, pale skin turning red from Bada’s heavy hands. “You!”

“Exactly, and whose yacht are you on right now? Living a life of luxury while all your other little friends freeze back in Seoul?”

“Y-yours unnie.” Truthfully, Lusher needed to be put back in her place every once in a while and she enjoyed it. You gulped watching the entire spanking take place, not knowing how to feel about it. As shy as you were, after seeing that, you couldn’t help but also want to be the centre of attention. Maybe not getting spanked though.

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Who would’ve thought your deepest desires would’ve been heard and brought to fruition just hours later.

Your eyes are squeezed shut, back arching off the bed and thighs squeezes around Bada’s head. She laps greedily at the continuous flow of juices as if it were a never ending supply of water in a desert. It feels like you’re going insane, gripping tightly at the sheets in an attempt to stop your brain from turning to mush.

You’re not alone either, Kyma laid beside you as Bada manages to keep up an ungodly pace with her fingers. This was her way of easing you into exhibitionism and you weren’t complaining. The way the blonde reaches for your hand is cute, both of you squeezing one another to cope with the intense pleasure.

A particularly loud cry falls from your lips, your breath turning to short clipped pants.

“Are- are you close, y/n?” Kyma pants. All you can do is nod, rolling your hips against Bada’s face. She takes the hint, dragging her tongue up your pussy to wrap her lips around your clit, sucking harshly. Kyma whines at the sight of your eyes rolling back, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of your head.

“Unnie…” she whines, squeaking as Bada curls her fingers over and over in a ‘come higher’ motion. She pulls away momentarily to speak.

“Look at each other, want you to watch each other cum.” Both of you immediately look at one another. You see Kyma’s bangs messily stuck to her forehead, eyes glossed over and mouth agape as she pants desperately. You couldn’t help but laugh a little from how silly she looked but you were quickly stopped by Bada going down on you again.

“Oh my god I think—!” Kyma whines loudly and you try your best to keep your eyes open, feeling your orgasm quickly build up. Like waves retreating before crashing.

Both of your moans sound choked and strangled, the force of how hard you were holding hands enough to crush bones.

Bada’s own moans are muffled as she continues to eat you out, barely hearing your moans as your thighs squeezed her ears whilst you came. When you loosened up a little she could hear the sloshy, wet noises coming from Kyma, clear fluid rapidly gushing around her hand. She practically screamed as she came, Bada hurriedly pulling out to allow her cum to shoot further across the bed, sheets turning a damp grey.

She chuckles watching the two of you twitch from sensitivity, chests heaving in unison.

“Rest up, I’m going to go say goodnight to the rest of the girls, yeah?” You pout.

“Will you come back to sleep with us, unnie?”

Bada grins cheekily. “I just did.” Kyma smiles and whines playfully, weakly kicking her. “I’m kidding, I will.”

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By the time Bada comes back the room is bathed in darkness, the only source of light being moonlight spilling in from the windows. She spots you and Kyma cuddled up together fast asleep, she’s almost hesitant to get into bed- not wanting to wake either of you- until Kyma stirs lightly.

“Bada unnie…? Is that you?” She mumbles sleepily. Bada nods and softly shuts the door, walking over to the bed.

“Sorry for waking you.” She whispers, kissing the side of her head. Kyma shakes her head, moving to allow Bada to settle in the middle though only by accidentally waking you in the process. She softly shushes your sleepy whines, seamlessly pulling you and Kyma into her arms.

“…Night unnie.” You mumble. Bada chuckles softly.

“Goodnight y/n.”

The Deal (I Can’t Go Inside)

Show Me How (To Love) Chapter 2

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Synopsis: The time has come for you to head to the Lee residence and start your new life as Bada’s fiancée. Hope you can handle the pressure!

Note: Any pictures used are for aesthetic purposes only, and aren’t indicative of the reader’s body type/race. Any relations to real people and events are purely coincidental.

Tw: Physical abuse, cursing, unrealistic depictions of sleepwalking

Word Count: ~10.4k

When you come to yourself, you find yourself staring out the window, the morning rays of sunlight shining in your eyes. Looking down, you see your phone in your hand, unplugged and low on battery. 6:42 am is the time, long before your door is ever unlocked. Letting out a sigh, you plug your phone back up, your back, hand, and wrist stiff from the lack of movement.

You wonder how long you were sitting like that, out of it and ruminating. Your eyes feel heavy, and with every blink they sting from the lack of sleep. All you can do is groan as you lay back down, rubbing your eyes is frustration. You can already tell that you aren’t going to fall back asleep, but your body feels so heavy that you can’t move even an inch more.

So, you lay there.

You lay there as the sky outside gets brighter and brighter. You lay there as you hear the bustling of people outside. You lay there as your stomach growls, reminding you that you barely ate the night prior, and now you’re craving an orange.

Thinking about the night before only gives you a headache, realization kicking in about your entire situation.

You’re getting married. The revelation hits you like a truck. You’re getting married in the place of your sister, and you know nothing of what’s to come. You don’t want this marriage, by any means, but knowing that your parents’ lives are on the line makes you suck it up and go along with it –as if you have a choice–.

Soon enough, you hear the click of your doorknob as it unlocks, and you sit up in bed before your mother enters.

She immediately frowns as she looks at you. “What are you still doing in bed? Get up, now!” She says as she taps her foot on the ground, key to your room door in hand.

You listen to her, body sluggish. Your feet meet the hard floor instead of your house slippers, which confuse you, as you always put your house slippers in the same place by your bed before you sleep. You look around the room, seeing one of your shoes by the door, and the other by the closet.

You were walking around last night, you realize, internally sighing as you move to grab your shoes and your outfit for the day. You put your slippers on as you walk to your bathroom and shut the door. Your forehead meets the door, and you like the way it feels against your warm skin.

Fuck, you can’t handle this right now. You can’t handle any of this.

“Calm down, calm down, calm down,” you whisper to yourself, “You’re alright, you just need to get through this and then you’ll be alright.” You don’t have time to calm yourself down further, as your mother’s voice cuts through your ears.

“Choi (Y/n), hurry up! Do not keep us waiting.”

You push away from the door, moving to get ready. One look into the mirror shows your disheveled and tired state, and you wonder if Bada will turn you away as soon as you appear in front of her.

The long, dark maxi dress and long sleeve shirt you have on underneath hides your body well, but you hope your mother doesn’t think it’s too revealing.

You leave the bathroom and face your mother, waiting for her to give you an order.

“Come here,” she says, and you obey, stepping closer, but keeping a bit of distance between you two. Your mother grabs your wrist, pulling you closer, and you let out a gasp at how tight she’s gripping your arm. Her face is extremely close to yours, and her stern eyes bore into yours. You want to look away so bad, but she grabs your chin and makes you face her. “You will not embarrass your father and I today, do you understand me?” You nod rapidly, eyes squeezing shut at the pain. “You will not complain, you will serve Bada in any way she needs, and you will obey her.” You don’t want to protest, but you have too many worries to not say anything.

“But mother, what if she’s violent? What if she gets angry and hits–” your mother squeezes your cheeks, silencing you.

“If you upset her, fix yourself and do better. You will do whatever she wants,” she says through gritted teeth, shoving you away. “I swear, Soo Ri should’ve been the one to do this, not you.” She looks like she wants to spit on the ground you’re standing on, but she turns and walks away, leaving you to rub your cheeks with tears in your eyes.

You sniff and rub the tears out of your eyes, legs feeling weak. You look around your room, trying to gather your bearings.

Walking to your dresser, you grab your phone so you can look at your appearance in the camera. You unlock it, only for your phone to open the message app.

What you see only makes you want to break down and cry more.

On the screen are your texts to Soo Ri from last night, dozens of green messages taunting you. They start out written properly, showing clarity in your actions.

‘Hi, my lovely unnie.’

‘Where are you.’

‘Come home.’

‘I hope you’re sleeping well.’

But as you continue to read them, they become short, unintelligible, with terrible grammar and no structure. In between the key smashes and word vomit, you can read a few things.

‘Scared’

‘Please’

‘Send away’

One text catches your eye, however.

‘Don’t let the cat get you’

Memories rush to the forefront of your mind, clouding your vision. Glass breaking, screaming, the feeling of suffocating into your pillow, beady yellow eyes staring up at you.

You feel your breathing getting harsher and harsher, phone dropping out of your hand as you stumble down, eyes darting everywhere.

You feel your heart beating faster and faster, threatening to pop out of your chest.

You try to dig your nails into your palms, trying to ground yourself back to reality, but you are quickly slipping away.

You hear yourself sobbing, you feel the tears slide down your cheeks, you feel the pounding in your head as you try and grab onto anything to calm you down.

You are so, so stupid, you tell yourself. You don’t deserve anything.

When you come to, you’re curled into yourself, arms close to your chest and tears pooling below you.

You faintly hear your parents’ voices downstairs through your open door, and it snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Thank you so much for escorting our daughter. I was up all night worrying about her journey to the Lee residence,” you hear your mother speak, using the tone she reserved for speaking with guests. It’s time for you to go.

You quickly get up, grabbing your phone and charger shoving them in your purse. You rush into the bathroom, wiping your face with water and fixing your hair. You plant a smile on your face and grab your suitcase –you had shoved all of your shoes into one suitcase the night before, thinking two would be too much– and your box, walking out of your room without looking back.

You walk down the stairs slowly, hands shaking. Once you make it to the bottom of the stairs, your mother’s voice gets louder.

“She’s always been a little more reserved, and she doesn’t really eat much unless prompted, so please don’t let her stay to herself and neglect her needs. And oh! She really likes to eat beef as well, and she doesn’t really like sweets, and she gets cold really easily too.” With the way your mother is rambling, she comes across as a caring, concerned mother, and no one will guess that she had just admonished you earlier.

You’re not sure you want them to.

“Oh honey, (y/n) will be fine. She’s a big girl and you should trust that she’ll be ok,” your father says, voice kinder than you’ve ever heard before.

“I know, but she’ll always be my baby,” your mother sounds close to tears, and you wonder how long this performance will last.

Well it’s not like you aren’t performing as well, so you might as well match their energy.

“Mother, father, I’m ready,” you say as you arrive near the door, where your parents are standing with another woman, or girl, you should say. She has a very cute face, round cheeks and burgundy colored hair. But her clean suit, cold face and tall posture made her look older than she seemed to be. You place your box on the floor next to you and flex your fingers.

You bow to the girl in front of you, and she bows back.

“(Y/n), this is Sowoen, and she will be escorting you to Ms. Lee’s home,” your father says, adjusting the glasses on his face. You nod in acknowledgement.

Your mother starts to sniffle, holding your cheeks in her hands, much gentler than earlier.

“Oh, how you’ve grown. I remember when you first came to us like it was yesterday. And now you’re getting married,” she pulls you close to her in a hug, and you fight the urge for your body to freeze. “Don’t fuck this up,” she whispers in your ear, and squeezes you harder. You put your arms up to hug her back, though you feel awkward doing so.

When was the last time you hugged your mother?

“Ok honey, you have to let her go now,” your father says as he separates your mother from you. Your father doesn’t hug you, but he does hold your hands in his.

His touch makes your skin crawl.

“Please, stay safe my dear. Know that you will always have a home here,” he says, his voice soft. You just nod again, trying your hardest to keep the smile on your face. You pull away from him first, wrist still hurting from earlier.

You go to grab your stuff, but Soweon steps in before you could. She grabs your suitcase and box with ease, and you feel embarrassed at having her do the work for you. You also don’t want her to see how little you have.

“Is this all, Miss?” Soweon asks you, and you can only nod silently, hands itching to grab the load off her hands.

A maid holds the door for the both of you, and you don’t look back at your parents as you follow behind your escort, though you can feel their gazes burn into your back. You can’t help but shiver.

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The ride to Bada’s home is uncomfortably silent. You want to speak to try and break the awkwardness, but nothing comes out. Plus, Soweon’s tight grip on the steering wheel and her eyes locked forward is probably a hint for you to keep quiet.

She must be mad at you, you think as you fidget with your hands, for not being the one her boss wanted to marry.

You lock eyes with her in the rear view mirror, and quickly look away, mind going far.

To get to the Lee mansion requires one to go through large gates flanked with security, who quickly lets the car pass once Soweon shows her ID and they do a quick check in the trunk of the car, which makes you nervous.

Soweon drives the car down the pathway, and into a cul de sac, where at the end sits the Lee mansion, your new place of residence.

Your heart beats loudly in your chest as you stare at the utterly huge mansion in front of you.

You’re living here? Even your parents’ vacation homes aren’t this big!

You’re scared to see what it’s like on the inside. Maybe you can just live in the car and you won’t have to see Bada ever!

No, that’s ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. You’d need to pee at some point.

Before you know it, your hand is reaching for the door only for it to miss as the door swings open, Sowoen looking at you expectedly as she stands on the other side.

“O-Oh…” you stutter as you stare at her in bewilderment. You must’ve been keeping her waiting for too long. “Sorry,” you apologize, stepping out of the car. You don’t notice Sowoen’s hand held out to help you out of the car, looking towards the trunk for your belongings.

“I’ve got it, Miss,” Sowoen speaks up, taking your things out of the trunk for you. You continue to stare at her in confusion.

“You… you don’t have to do that. I can do it…” you say as you reach for the suitcase, but Soweon only pulls it away from you.

“It’s alright, Miss. It’s my job,” is all she says before walking towards the mansion steps.

“But, but, they’re my things. I don’t want to have you do all of the work,” you try and say, trying to catch up with her quick steps. “Can I at least hold the box, please?” You ask, clasping your hands together. “There’s a lot of important things in there to me,” which isn’t exactly a lie, but it would still be better just to hold it.

Soweon sighs, which causes you to think that you’re probably being a bit annoying, so you take a step back from her and place your hands by your side.

“Here,” she says, holding the box out to you. You blink, but quickly move to grab the box from her hold before she changes her mind.

“Thank you…” you whisper, following her up the stairs without another word.

The inside of the mansion is just as grandiose as the outside. Bright lights and long halls leading to who knows where. You could see the giant glass chandelier hanging from the high ceiling if you tip your head back far enough. There isn’t a spec of dust as far as your eyes can see –which, frankly, isn’t far–. To the sides you can see stairs leading to the second floor. You wonder how many rooms there are in this whole place. There has to be at least thirty, right?

A maid greets you both with a respectful bow and you bow back, although Sowoen doesn’t.

“Shall I take this to your room, Miss?” She says, holding out her hands expectedly. You clutch the box closer to you, not wanting to give the maid all of your load like you did to Sowoen.

“Miss, we’re going to be seeing the boss first, so it’s best you put your stuff down,” Soweon says, nodding towards the maid. You look at her hesitantly. You could just take the stuff to your room directly, but you don’t want to keep Bada waiting, so you reluctantly give the box to the maid, flexing your hands awkwardly once she took it away.

You follow Sowoen down the hall, keeping an eye on the back of her burgundy head. Your heart beats hard in your chest as you stop by a large wooden door with a very antique gold door knob. Sowoen knocks on the door, and opens it when she’s given permission to enter. You hesitantly follow behind her, blurry gaze landing all over the room.

You enter into an office, one bigger than you’ve ever seen. Near the wall in front of you sits a desk, full of stacks of paper and pens, and two small chairs in front of it. Against the other two walls are dark green sofas, with a small, glass coffee table to the side of each. Everything in here looks expensive, even the rug you’re standing on, it only makes you even more nervous.

Standing in front of the desk is none other than your fiancée, tall and intimidating, just like the day you first met. On the couches sit multiple other women, though you don’t know who they are.

Bada’s face is neutral, nary an emotion can be gathered from her gaze, hands clasped in front of her. Hands that could hurt you at any moment…

‘You will not complain, you will serve, and you will obey her’, your mothers words repeat in your head as Bada stares down at you.

Remember, you tell yourself, this woman can kill you and your family at any moment, so maybe listening to your mother will be wise.

You bow to Bada, eyes kept to the floor, waiting for her to address you.

“How was your trip,” her voice is deep, resounding throughout the room and bouncing off of your ears.

“It was fine,” you manage to say without stuttering, hands gripping your dress. You still don’t look at her, but rise anyway. “Thank you for having someone escort me here,” you say. You hope it scores you half a point for your respectfulness.

“This will be your home now,” Bada starts, voice still level. “So there are a few things you must know, especially since your parents did not inform you of a single thing prior to our meeting on Friday. I’m assuming that is still the case, correct?” You wince, feeling all of your hopes of them sparing your family’s lives being shredded to bits. You feel a lot of eyes burning into your back and elect to keep your head down.

Should you be honest and just say yes? Will lying spare your family even just a little.

“Choi (y/n), I asked you a question.” Despite the authoritative nature in her voice, it was still the same tone and pitch she spoke in moments earlier. It made you push lying out of your mind.

“That’s… that’s correct.” You’re going to pass out any second now. If you beg her to kill you, will they spare your parents' lives? Soo Ri’s?

“I see. While you are here, your safety is one of the top priorities for both my team, Bebe, and I,” that is, until you piss her off and she kills everyone you’ve ever loved. “You must follow the rules set in place to ensure your safety, understood?” You nod, staying silent. “One, you will never walk around without a bodyguard, ever. There’s too many risks out in the world for you to walk around without one. Sowoen here will be filling in that role for now.” You don’t know if you should feel relieved that it’s at least a somewhat familiar face or not. Bada continues, holding up two fingers.

“Two, you must not lie to me, ever. I despise liars, and you seem to come from a family of them.” You wince again, squeezing the wrist your mother grabbed earlier. The pain brings you back down to Earth. “I will not spare you if I find out you’re lying to me.” You can only nod, voice not coming out properly.

Bada holds up a third finger, “Finally, this is simply a business deal, so I expect you to act accordingly to fulfill the terms of the contract that you and your parents agreed upon, understood?”

You agreed to the contract? Since when? What did you agree to, you can only wonder. Maybe Bada took your begging for your family’s lives as an agreement. Yes, that must be what it is.

“Y-Yes, I understand, Ms. Lee,” you finally manage to say.

“These are all of the members of my team,” you turn around to face the women on the couches, and Soweon, who sits on the couch to your left. “To your left are the junior members. Soweon, whom you’ve met already, Minah,” Bada points to a girl with black hair, “and Cheche,” she points to a girl with orange hair. Their eyes bore into your figure, as if they’re studying you, waiting for you to slip up, which you will most likely do soon.

Bada gestures to your right, “These are the senior members. Their word takes precedence over the junior ones, so what they say goes first.” You nod again. The gazes of these women feel a bit more hostile, but you couldn’t tell from the lack of emotions on their faces. “This is Tatter,” she points to a woman with light blonde hair, “Kyma,” a woman also with blonde hair, but a shorter face, “and Lusher, my second in command. If I am not here, you listen to her. Are we clear?”

“Yes, we’re clear.” You repeat obediently.

“Good, Sowoen will give you a tour of the residence, and will help you get settled in. And here,” you turn to her, and she holds out a black credit card. You blink at it, then look up at her for the first time since you’ve entered. “Use this for anything you need. There’s a lot of money on here, so do not worry about it running out of funds anytime soon,” she says, card held loosely in her hands.

You aren’t receiving an allowance? That’s… confusing. You thought everyone received an allowance from the head of the household.

“Take it,” Bada says flatly.

Don’t complain, serve, and obey.

You blink again at the card, gently grabbing the edge from her as if it were a foreign object.

“Thank you, Ms. Lee.” You grip the card in your hands to make sure it’s real.

“You are dismissed,” Bada says, and Soweon holds the door for you as you leave. You bow to Bada and the girls before you go down the hallway, Soweon following behind you.

Bada sits down on her chair, sighing.

“Do you trust her?” Lusher asks, breaking the silence in the room.

“I don’t need to,” Bada says, picking up a piece of paper and a pen. “As long as she does what she was brought here to do, I don’t really care whether or not she’s trustworthy. That’s for you all to figure out.” She taps her pen on the counter. “Alright, here are your tasks for the week. Cheche, fill Soweon in later,” Bada states before starting their meeting.

~~~

The Lee mansion is too big for your liking. Dozens of bedrooms, a cozy living room, giant catering kitchens, a library, a theater room, a tennis court, a gym, a ballroom, and apparently, a giant garden somewhere else on the property. You’re getting overwhelmed at Soweon’s explanations as you pass the giant pool. There’s even a fucking jacuzzi in the corner of the pool.

As you stare down at the water moving with the slight breeze, you imagine yourself under the surface, holding your breath until it hurts, eyes staring at the sky above you.

You wish you hadn’t been told about the pool, you think. You feel like you’ll be coming here often in your sleep, whether you like it or not.

“Miss,” you hear Soweon call you. You tear your eyes away from the pool to look at her. “Shall we end the tour here?” She asks, with a tilt of her head. She must be tired of talking to you. It’s best to listen to her and end the tour.

You nod, and follow her to a bedroom.

“The boss has prepared this room for you, but you can change anything around as you please,” Soweon says, never passing the threshold of your room. You look around, taking in the large queen sized bed in the middle of the room, the white vanity to the left and the giant walk-in closet to the right, along with a desk by a giant window.

You wonder if you can ask them to bolt it shut for you. Would you sound insane? Is that a normal request for someone to have? You really aren’t sure.

“Please let me know if you need anything, Miss,” Sowoen says to you, and you nod.

Sowoen bows to you as she goes to shut the door, and you bow back. Once the door’s shut, you let out the deep breath you were holding, but you still feel no relief. Instead, you feel as if you’re suffocating. You’re now in the lion’s den, and one wrong move could mean you and your whole family being torn to shreds.

You look at the door, noticing the lock on the inside. You’d be able to lock and unlock your door with ease. That fact scares you.

To distract yourself from the thousands of worries in your head, you start to unpack your suitcase, finding your closet already filled with hangers for you, which you appreciate, though most of them are left unused because of your lack of clothes, but oh well.

You go to unpack your box, opening it up with a key on your wallet. Only for you to end up putting it down because you become face to face with that porcelain cat. The cat that you thought you left in the nightstand at home.

Its yellow eyes pierce into your teary ones, mocking you, reminding you of all of your mistakes, and when you pick it up, your skin crawls, the scar on your back burning once more.

You put it in the nightstand dresser and hope you forget about its location later.

You continue to unpack your items, tears in your eyes.

When you’re done, you place your house slippers on the floor by your bed, and crawl under the covers.

Exhaustion is catching up with you, you’re hungry, you’re craving an orange.

You decide to sleep.

~~~

Sowoen’s days have been very uninteresting lately. Instead of the hustle and bustle of her normal, everyday life, doing reports, following her seniors around as they worked, testing out different types of poisons on others (and herself in secret), she has spent the last few weeks watching her boss’ new fiancée.

Bada says it’s to teach her responsibility as the youngest, and she is grateful for the opportunity. However, she is just… just so, so bored.

Every morning at 5 am, she wakes up and goes to stand at your door at 6, and hears you wake up around 8:30. You don’t open the door for a while, sometimes for hours, until Sowoen wonders when you’re going to eat something, and knocks on the door.

You look bewildered every time she opens it, like the action is unusual or something, even when you tell her to come in with a confused voice. Sowoen doesn’t really care as to why you think it’s weird, only wanting you to not starve to death and have Bada be disappointed in her, so she asks if you’re going to eat something.

The first few days here you ate a proper meal, but after that, you just ate oranges. And then you would retreat back into your room, until it was time for dinner, where you would eat a proper meal at 9. Then at 10:00, you turn in for the night. She would stay outside your room for a few more hours, just in case you need her again, but at 1am she goes to her room to sleep –she’s already used to getting little to no sleep, so there’s no issue with that–.

It’s just weird. Of course she should mind her business. You being quiet and not stirring up trouble is a good thing. However, Sowoen doesn’t trust you. She may be slightly –curious isn’t the right word, maybe wary?– about your skittish behavior and notes the familiarity in your actions, but she doesn’t trust you, or your family. Your family lied to Bada, and that is something that cannot be forgiven. Who knows what else you’re lying about.

And on top of all that, Sowoen is just bored. She’s so, so bored.

Even when she listens through the door –not actively but just generally listening out for sounds– she doesn’t hear you moving at all. No music playing, no talking on the phone, not even singing to yourself. Are you in solitary confinement or something?

At times like this she wishes she had Kyma’s scary hearing ability, at least so she can see if you’re alive or not. She could always just go in your room herself and check on you, like a bodyguard should do, but Bada also warned of giving you your privacy, a sliver of respect while you’re here.

But she cannot, in good conscience, let you isolate yourself like this.

Sowoen, always the softy, she can hear everyone saying, causing her to sigh.

“Mind your business, Sowoen, mind your business,” she whispers to herself.

Sowoen thinks of dark spaces, no room to move, aching bones and everlasting silence.

She sighs once more, turning around to knock on your door, but is stopped by a voice.

“Sowoen,” it’s Cheche, voice leveled despite the small smile on her face. It’s been a while since she’s seen the other junior members, her best friends, because she’s been stuck to your side –or rather, your door–, so it’s a surprise to see her here.

“Hi, Cheche. What’s up?” Cheche stops a little always from the door, not exactly in front of Sowoen.

“The boss wants to see you,” she says, eyes flickering to the door behind Sowoen. “I’ll watch over the Miss in your place, ok?”

Sowoen is hesitant, not wanting abandon the job Bada assigned her to do.

“Here,” Cheche says, holding out her hand, a hand that holds Bada’s family ring. The request is legitimate, not just a trick to test Sowoen to see if she’s doing her job. It’s also unrefusable –not that she can or would ever refuse Bada anyways–.

Sowoen nods, taking that ring and holding it tightly in her hand, stepping aside so Cheche can take her place.

The walk to Bada’s office isn’t a long one, but she is curious about why Bada wants to see her. She’s been doing her job correctly as far as she knows. You’re still alive, maybe not healthy, but you’re alive!

She makes it to Bada’s office, knocking six times to let Bada know it’s her.

“Come in,” Bada says, and Sowoen enters, giving Bada a slight bow.

“Morning, boss,” Sowoen greets her, holding out her ring for her to take, which she does.

“Morning. Have a seat,” Bada gestures to one of the chairs in front of her desk, and she sits. Bada is sitting behind her desk, in her pressed suit and glasses low on her face. She taps her pen on the desk as she looks at Sowoen.

“What’s your assessment of her?” Bada asks, referring to you. The question comes as a bit of a surprise to Sowoen, as she didn’t expect Bada to ask her about you, nor care enough about you to ask. Though she figures that it’s a matter of just keeping tabs on you, which she did expect Bada wanted. “You can speak honestly. There will be no penalty for doing so.” Despite saying that phrase plenty of times before, Bada always makes sure to reassure her, and for that, Bada has Sowoen’s trust.

“If I’m being honest, there really isn’t much to say,” Sowoen starts, picking at her nails but still looking Bada in the eyes. “She doesn’t do much at all. She doesn’t leave her room much, only to eat, and she barely does that,” Bada’s expression doesn’t change at that information, so Sowoen can’t gather what she’s feeling. “When she’s in her room, I really don’t know what she’s doing, I really can’t hear anything when she’s in there,” Sowoen furrows her eyebrows. “Not that I’m intentionally listening on her or anything. I want her to have privacy, but just… y’know.” Sowoen realizes she’s rambling and closes her mouth.

“Thank you for sharing that, Sowoen.” She feels herself blush at the praise. Bada leans back in her chair. “So there’s no one she talks to? No places she likes to go?” Bada asks, clasping her hands together.

Sowoen shakes her head, “No, it’s like she isolated herself. No calls to her parents, nor do I ever see her texting anybody either. It reminds me a lot of…” Sowoen shuts herself up, quick, not wanting to be reminded of the past,

“I see,” Bada says, understanding what Sowoen is referring to.

“But I don’t want to intrude on her life, y’know? I think it’ll be rude if I said something,” Bada nods at that.

“It’s ok to give suggestions, as long as you’re respectful, right?” Sowoen nods, not saying anything more. “Bring her over,” Bada says, and Sowoen snaps to attention.

She didn’t expect her to say that. She thought that Bada wouldn’t want to see you at all after what your parents did. But who is she to question her superior, so she gets up and goes to retrieve you.

Before she leaves, Bada calls out to her.

Her face is serious as she looks at Sowoen.

“Do you trust her?” Is all she asks.

“No, boss, I don’t.”

~~~

Your days at the Lee mansion have been very uneventful. You wake up, covered in bruises from your body hitting things in your new bedroom when you walk around at night, not used to the new layout just yet. You then wait for your door to be unlocked, but you end up waiting for hours until Sowoen knocks on your door asking if you’d want to eat breakfast, leaving you to remember that doors aren’t just generally locked all the time from the outside. You then go to eat breakfast, but you’re too nervous to keep anything down so you just eat oranges. Then, you retreat to your room and just lie there until dinner, where you sit by yourself for thirty minutes and eat a little bit of food –just like at home, but you don’t want to think about that right now–.

What else is there to do anyways? Your only source of entertainment is painting, and all of your supplies are at home. You’re too scared to walk around the mansion and explore, fearing that you’ll just end up sleepwalking to places and burdening Sowoen and Bada later on, and you don’t want to ask Sowoen or a maid to get things for you, because then you’ll feel like you’re being bossy and pretentious.

So, you just sit in your room and think.

Sometimes you read the books you brought from home, sometimes you scroll through videos on your phone, switching from app to app, but mostly, you just end up thinking.

What is your role in all of this?

Are you just an accessory? A thing to parade around to make Bada look good? But why settle for you? Why not find someone else from another family who didn’t lie to her?

Is it just to get back the money your parents owe her? If so, does that just make you a hostage?

The thought makes your throat close up in fear.

What rights did you have in this mansion? Could you go where you pleased? Or were you just stuck in this large home, waiting to be used and discarded. You’re too scared to ask, fearing Bada’s emotionless stare, or the annoyed looks from the Bebe girls.

If you’re a hostage, that means Soo Ri was also supposed to be a hostage, right? But knowing Soo Ri’s personality, you can’t imagine her settling down and taking that.

You imagined she’d come here, with her endless confidence that you’ve always envied, demanding to be treated right, and probably getting whatever she wanted, too.

But what are you supposed to do, then? Just lie there and wait for Bada to make up her mind on what she wants?

Would she take her anger out on you if she had a rough day? Would she come into your room and…

You don’t allow yourself to go down that road, mind already dredging up things from the past.

Don’t complain, serve, and obey.

You blink, remembering your mother’s words and turning over in bed, hugging a pillow to your chest.

If Bada ever does anything to you, it’s not like you have the power to fight back. You’d probably have to just cry in silence when she’s done with you, hoping that the next day will be better. Maybe if you don’t complain she’d leave your family alone.

Yeah, just think of the benefits for your parents. They’ll be able to just pay Bada back, and then be done with her while she just keeps you to the side, at her mercy. You’ll gladly be at her mercy if it means they’ll be happy.

Before you can sit in your thoughts more, there’s a knock on your door. You wait for it to open, but then remember that your door isn’t locked.

“Come…come in,” you say, the words still feeling foreign on your tongue.

The door opens and Sowoen appears, face still serious. Her hair is down today.

“Miss, the boss wishes to see you,” she says, never passing the threshold to your door.

You blink in confusion, but get up anyway.

You haven’t seen Bada since your first day here, and she has not called for you since then. Are you in trouble? Is your family in trouble? Is Bada going to kill you? Has she finally gotten sick of you? All you’ve done is stay still! You haven’t been a burden to anyone, at least you think you haven’t! Maybe you’ve unintentionally upset someone, but you swear you’ll get on your hands and knees and beg for forgiveness!

You must’ve done something wrong, you think as you walk through the halls, gripping your wrist in your hand. Bada is going to kill you. She hates you.

Too soon do you end up in front of her office, large wooden door taunting you as you raise your hand to knock on the door.

“Come in,” Bada says, voice sounding much more secure than yours. You wonder if you’ll be able to get the words out to defend yourself.

You open the door, which creaks as it moves, the sad sound announcing your presence in Bada’s clean space. The door closes behind you, and when you turn around, Sowoen isn’t there.

Which means you’re alone with Bada, for the first time. You’re alone with a woman who hates you.

You bow to her, and wait for her to give you an order, or yell at you, or do something.

“Sit,” Bada says, gesturing to the chair in front of her. You do so, without question, avoiding her gaze. You feel it burning into you, probably waiting for you to confess your wrongdoings. Maybe if you apologize first, she’ll go easy on you.

“Um, Ms. Lee,” you start, voice wavering. “I sincerely apologize for my actions, truly.” You dig your thumb in your palm, rubbing it in circles.

Bada raises an eyebrow at your words, wondering what you could’ve done. She decides to see what you’ll apologize for, and stays silent.

“I, um, I promise to do better… as, as your fiancée. I know I should have learned better from my parents, and for that I apologize… for being clueless, I mean. If it’s any consolation, I didn’t mean to upset you, but if you tell me what,” you blink rapidly, looking down at your hands, “if you’re willing to tell me what I did wrong, then I’ll be sure not to make the same mistake again…” you finish, biting the inside of your cheek.

“And what exactly are you apologizing for?” Bada asks, staring down at you despite the lack of eye contact on your part.

You start to stammer even more, “You, you called for me, so I thought… I thought I did something wrong,” you blink again, bouncing your leg. “Is it not that?” Bada watches as the gears turn in your head, trying to find an explanation for why she called you here.

“If it’s about Soo Ri and the switch, I, I sincerely apologize for that. I know that what we did isn’t forgivable, but I promise to –”

Bada silences you with a rise of her hand.

“Enough,” she says, effectively stopping your apologies. She places her pen down, never looking away from you. “What are you doing here?” She asks you, and you look up at her for the first time since you arrived. Her expression is still void of any emotions as her brown eyes look you over.

Does she think you are overstaying your welcome? Is she going to send you back home? What does that mean for the safety of your family? What will your parents think of you coming back home so early?

Don’t complain, serve, and obey.

“I… I’m here to be your fiancée,” you answer, uncertain. Bada just blinks at you.

“There’s no need to stay inside. Go, visit your parents, get groceries, go shopping for clothes, do whatever you want,” Bada orders you, and your eyebrows furrow.

She didn’t want you here, it seems, even though you thought you were behaving.

But it’s best if you don’t argue.

“For how long?” You ask for clarification, trying your hardest not to cry. Were you failing the one thing you were asked to do?

“For as long as you wish,” is all she says, writing down something on a piece of paper. It’s not an adequate answer for you, but you won’t fight her. “Sowoen will keep by you as you go, so do not try and stray too far from where it is safe.” You nod, voice failing you at the moment. “You are dismissed,” Bada says after a beat. You nod, getting up and bowing before leaving her office.

Sowoen is waiting for you at the door, closing it behind you and following you to your room. Once you get there, you turn to Sowoen, not meeting her eyes.

“Um,” you start, clearing your throat, “Ms. Lee told me to, uh, not be inside? Do you have any place I could go?” Your tone conveys your shyness, not used to talking with the woman who follows you around just yet.

Sowoen pauses, nodding her head as she thinks.

The boss must’ve seen her underline concerns, despite her attempts to hide it, and reassured you that you could go wherever you wanted.

Bada knows Sowoen better than she knows herself sometimes.

“There’s a shopping district further into the city,” Sowoen starts, “There’s a bunch of different stores you can go to, you browse around if you like.” Sowoen suggests. The stores there are all ones Bada provides protection for, so you shouldn’t be in any danger there.

You nod, entering your room to get ready.

You dress in a long black maxi skirt, and a dark blue sweater that is a little bit itchy due to it being so old, and some of your old sneakers. You need to buy new ones, but you’re waiting for you to have enough money to buy your glasses first before getting anything else. It is a bit warm outside for the outfit, but you’ve learned to tough it out.

You wouldn’t want people to get the wrong idea by you showing skin.

When you’re done getting ready, you grab your purse and your phone, opening the door and waiting for Sowoen to lead the way. She takes you to the front, and the sun hits your eyes as soon as you leave the manor, not used to the brightness after staying inside for so long.

You wait for Sowoen as she goes to get the car, warmer arm causing you to fan yourself with your hand, and walk down the steps to meet her. With each step you try not to think about what you’re going to do once you get back.

If Bada doesn’t want you to be in the manor anymore, you’re going to have to pack, right? But then where will you go? Can you even go back home? If the contract your parents signed says that you are supposed to be living with Bada, then you really can’t go back home.

Will you just be living on the streets?

You ball your hands into fists at the thought.

You couldn’t go through that. Not now, not ever.

You’d rather die.

Before you can dwell on it any further, Sowoen opens the car door for you before you can do it yourself. You blink at her in bewilderment, but she just gestures for you to get in the car. You still aren’t used to people doing things for you, but you get in the car so you don’t upset her.

The drive to the shopping district isn’t long, but it does feel longer because of the fact that your cheap headphones broke completely. The speakers blew out as soon as you turned your music on, so now that’s another expense to the list. You could only sigh as you try and wrack up how much everything you need will cost in your head.

You just didn’t have the money for any of this. You don’t even know why you’re going to shop when you still need to buy glasses and get a new eye exam. It’s all so, so stupid. But Sowoen suggested it, and you don’t want to make her or Bada mad by not listening to them.

Once you're at the shopping district, Sowoen is quick to open the door for you, and she even offers her hand to help you out of the car. You take it, hand shaking, but you can’t help the confusion that sits on your face.

“This way, Miss,” she says as you walk forward.

You follow her, looking around at the multitude of shops around you. Even in the early afternoon, there are a bunch of people walking around, and you feel Sowoen’s presence close behind you. You look around, squinting to see your surroundings. Through your blurry vision you see clothes shops, electronic stores, even a few food places here and there.

Smelling the food reminds you that you only had an orange this morning, but you decide not to dwell on the subject.

You and Sowoen walk around in silence, you peering at the shop windows once you got close but not ever going in.

That is, until you pass by an art store. Through the window you can see the warm toned lights, the tubes of paint, the fabrics and the sketch pads. You stop by the window, deciding to look upon the items for a bit longer than usual.

You haven’t painted or drawn anything since the day you met Bada, and it’s been making you antsy. You miss it, but all of your supplies are at home.

“Shall we go in, Miss?” Sowoen says, standing by the door. You blink at her –you seem to be doing that a lot today–, a bit embarrassed at being caught. But if Sowoen suggested it, you should probably listen.

You nod, walking in when Sowoen opens the door for you. You walk down the aisles, passing by yarn and crochet hooks, fabrics and needles, even canvases and desks to sit at.

When you get to the paint, you stop, staring at the Beginner’s paint tubes. There’s a lot more options than the five tubes you have at home, which excites you, even for a little bit. You have to bring them up to your eyes to see what colors they have, though, which reminds you of your much needed and lack of glasses.

Bummed that you can’t buy them, you pout and put them back.

“What about these, Miss?” Sowoen speaks up, and you look over at her. She’s over at the Professional grade paints, looking at the tubes quizzically. “The sign says that these ones last longer, and that the colors are better.”

You shake your head, a small, bitter smile on your face. “I don’t have the money for those. I was just browsing, anyways,” you say, and Sowoen blinks at you.

“Did you leave the boss’ card at home?” She asks, and you shake your head. It’s in your purse now, tucked away in your wallet.

“It’s not my money to spend,” you say as you look at a red tube of paint. “I’d feel bad about using Ms. Lee’s money to buy stuff without asking her for permission first.”

Sowoen is confused. It’s your money. Bada gave you that money to spend. She repeats this fact to you.

“The boss gave you that money to use for yourself, Miss,” Sowoen says, not understanding what you find so difficult to understand.

You bite your lip, bringing a tube of yellow paint close to your face to read the label. “I… still, I wouldn’t feel right using it. I don’t want to burden Ms. Lee more than I already have.” You put the tube back in its place, turning to face Sowoen.

Sowoen is really confused, and she feels like she’s doing a bad job at hiding that confusion on her face.

“Do you want me to… ask the boss if you can use your money?” Sowoen says it slowly, hoping that it will allow her to understand the issue you have.

You shake your head quickly. “No! I mean… no, you don’t have to do that. Ms. Lee is busy,” you nervously chuckle, as if you’re telling a joke, “Plus, I don’t think I’m allowed to have these things anyways. You know, it smells and stuff, because of the quality and stuff! And the paint can get everywhere and ruin everyone’s nice things if you aren’t careful and,” you continue to ramble, trying to pull out every excuse you had, all the while Sowoen stares at you like you have two heads.

Sowoen blinks, once, twice, as she tries to understand your reasoning. “You can just… get the higher quality paints…” Sowoen explains to you, tilting her head as she points to the paints she was looking at earlier.

“But then that’s expensive! I don’t want to waste Ms. Lee’s money on things that aren’t important!”

Sowoen is confused –no matter how many times she admits it, it doesn’t stop the confusion at every new sentence you utter–. Aren’t you rich? Why are you so frugal with money? And not in the rich and stingy way, either.

“If you enjoy it, then it’s not a waste of money…” Sowoen argues, trying her hardest to keep her voice level and clear of judgment. Keep it respectful, just like Bada said.

You tilt your head at that, as if Sowoen is talking in a foreign language. No one has ever said that to you before. Whenever you needed something, you had to earn it, and it had to be useful to you –well, your parents–. You funded your art through your own allowance, saving up for months to even buy a good easel, so that you wouldn’t burden your parents by asking for things.

But now that you don’t have an allowance, you struggle to see how you could do or buy anything. You were never allocated more than fifty-five thousand won per week, sometimes even less depending on how bad of a mood your parents were in, and so you had to scrounge by with what little you had. It meant that you had to really want what you bought. It wasn’t a lot of money, but it was your money.

To use Bada’s money just leaves a bad taste in your mouth, especially when it isn’t important to Bada that you’re entertained.

You shake your head, going to move out of the aisle when Sowoen speaks up.

“The boss said that it’s ok for you to use it, like an allowance.” You turn to Sowoen, eyes widening just a bit. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Sowoen. “That money belongs to you, no one else, and the boss will give you a certain amount of money each month for all of your needs.”

Well, Sowoen’s lying.

She doesn’t know why she’s so invested in you buying these paints. She should’ve left it alone when you said no the first time. However, your assumptions about the money Bada gave you are just wrong, and your relationship with money is so familiar to her. And this is the first time she saw you have interest in something. So the lie just slipped out, and then they kept slipping out more and more.

“You shouldn’t refuse the boss’ generosity, Miss,” Sowoen says, not meeting your eyes all the way. “The boss may find that rude…” Sowoen speaks from experience, and doesn’t want you to unnecessarily make the same mistakes she and her friends have made before, but to you it just looks like another threat, another choice you don’t have the right to.

You don’t want to make Bada angry, but you thought maybe being humble would show her that you’re not a threat.

“Oh, ok…” you say, looking away from Sowoen, your heart squeezing in your chest. “If it isn’t rude to Ms. Lee, then I guess I’ll do it…” You pick up a tube of the Beginner’s paint, but Sowoen stops you.

“You said the quality of those weren’t good, Miss. Shouldn’t you get the better ones?”

“I used these all the time at home, so it’s nothing I’m not used to. Plus they’re cheaper,” you try to reassure her.

Sowoen just looks at you, and you put the tubes back as you begin to falter under her blank stare. “But maybe I can get one or two of the good ones, right?”

“Right,” Sowoen nods, watching you as you go towards the Professional grade paints.

This is the first time you’re seeing these types of paints up close. Even in college you only allowed yourself to use the Intermediate level ones when your classes required it, but now you have the opportunity to see the real deal.

But which ones should you get? You need the primaries, plus white and black, but there are so many to choose from that it’s making your head spin. Plus the price, it’s damn near half of your weekly allowance for one small tube of paint.

You can’t help but wince at the price, looking over to Sowoen, who just watches you with the blank stare of hers.

“What colors, uh, what colors do you like? I can’t decide…” You ask tentatively, looking down a bit. Sowoen comes up beside you and immediately chooses a few colors. She must’ve been eyeing them earlier.

You look at her selection as she presents them to you, like a kid showing what she got for Christmas. She picked out two reds, a bright yellow, a green, a purple similar to her hair color, and three blues. You pick up the brighter red, the yellow, and a muted blue from her hand.

“Are you not going to get all of them?” Sowoen asks with a tilt of her head. You shake your head.

“No, this is enough. I don’t want to spend more than…” You feel like Sowoen thinks you’re stupid with the way she stares at you.

“Miss, you have the money for it, and you should have options for things, right?”

“I… I guess, but we still have to buy the canvas and an easel and those can be expensive and–” You cut yourself off as Sowoen puts the paints in your hands. “Ok…” You resign yourself to the fate of spending money that you don’t want to use.

Sowoen makes you follow her as she goes to get a basket, and then proceeds to pick more colors out for you. You have twenty different paints now, more than you’ve ever had in your life, and you’re nervous, but a tiny part of you is excited. You also grab a few canvases, a couple of brushes, paint thinner, and a retractable easel. You close your eyes when the cashier tells you your total, and shakily hand over Bada’s card to her. It is damn near a month and a half worth of your allowance back home, and you just (reluctantly), spent it like it is nothing.

You walk out of the store with Sowoen holding most of your bags–you begged to at least hold the bag of paints–, feeling a little bit giddy.

“Are you sure Ms. Lee won’t mind me having this?” You ask Sowoen for the nth time as you walk towards the car.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Sowoen says, holding the door open for you. She wanted to see if you would go to another store, but with how reluctant you were to buy the art supplies, she just figures that one step at a time is enough.

Not that Sowoen cares, though. She’s just glad that you aren’t isolating yourself in your room. Seeing you do that just brings up bad memories for her, so it’s better that you have something to do. Plus, it is good that she knows you’re not decomposing in your bed doing nothing, so she knows that she’s not failing at her job at watching you. You place your things in the back seat with you, and a small smile threatens to come across your faces.

“Shall we go back to the manor, Miss?” Sowoen asks as she starts the car. Your head snaps up, confusion on your face.

“I thought… Why are we going back to the manor?” You ask, blinking a few times.

“Is there anywhere else you’d like to go, Miss?” Sowoen asks, looking at you in the rearview mirror.

“No…” you say, “But, Ms. Lee said that… that I shouldn’t be in the house. I thought that she didn’t want me to be there…”

Sowoen feels her brows furrow and then straightens her face out. “Why… why would the boss say that?”

She can’t imagine Bada going through all of this effort to move you to the manor only for her to kick you out this early. Especially without getting her money from your parents. You blink at Sowoen, Sowoen blinks at you.

“I don’t know…” you answer, and you sit in silence for the rest of the car ride, thoughts swirling wildly in your head.

You arrive to the manor and follow Sowoen inside, and a maid takes your things to your room. You go to follow her until you stop, turning to Sowoen behind you.

“Um, can I… do you think that… I can go and visit Ms. Lee for a bit?” You ask, playing with the sleeves of your sweater, picking at the threads. Sowoen blinks at you, not expecting you to ever ask that question in your life.

“If she’s not busy, then sure,” Sowoen says, trying to keep her voice level.

You nod, turning on your heel and walking towards Bada’s office, hesitance in your steps. You stop in front of the door, raising your hand to go and knock, but you get too nervous and put your hand down. You repeat the motion two more times before wiping your slightly sweaty hands on your skirt, looking at Sowoen, who is staring at you.

“I’m nervous,” you whisper, stepping back from the door.

“Don’t be,” Sowoen whispers back. “The worst thing the boss could say is that she’s busy.” Well, that’s not entirely true. There are a lot of things Sowoen can imagine her saying that are worse than that, but she wouldn’t tell you that when you’ve gathered the courage to come here.

You lift your hand up once more, going to knock on the door until it opens, revealing Lusher and Tatter on the other side, about to leave the office. You quickly step to the side, bowing slightly, missing the incredulous look they give to Sowoen, and the confused shrug Sowoen gives back. They say nothing as they leave the office, giving you a slight bow back before they round the corner.

You’re embarrassed about being caught at the door, and you are about to scurry back into your room when you hear Bada’s voice from inside the office, sitting at her desk.

“What do you need?” She asks, and you faintly hear the scribble of her pen as she writes on the papers in front of her. You look back at Sowoen, who gestures for you to go inside.

“May… may I enter?” You ask, not moving across the threshold. Bada just nods, and you take a step forward, hands clasped in front of you. The door closes afterwards, and you start to miss Sowoen shadowing behind you. You speak after a beat, “Um, I just wanted to thank you, for, um, allowing me to come back to the manor.” Bada’s hand stops writing momentarily, but she soon continues before you can even notice it. “I know you wanted me to stay outside, but I had bought some things earlier, and Sowoen suggested coming back, so I assumed it was ok for me to be back here,” you ramble, not looking at Bada. “And about the buying-things-with-your-money thing, I really apologize for that, I should’ve asked for permission, I know I should have. So please, if there’s any way for me to pay you back or earn–” Bada looks up at you for a few seconds, silencing you.

“You can buy whatever you want,” Bada says and continues to write on her paper. You stay silent for a second, information turning in your brain.

“Um, yes, but with the card, it’s–”

“You can buy whatever you want. Must you make me repeat myself so often?” Ah, now she is annoyed, and you really should shut up.

Don’t complain, serve, and obey.

You close your mouth, stopping the protest you had on the tip of your tongue.

“No, I apologize,” you say, bowing slightly. You sit there, waiting for her to say you can go.

“You are dismissed,” Bada says after a second or two more. You turn to walk away, and Bada’s voice stops you, “Did you like what you got for yourself?” You turn back to her, thinking about how you have more paint than you’ve ever had before, how the canvases you got aren’t cheap and easily breakable, how the easel you have is brand new and not wobbly. You want to smile.

“Yes,” you answer with a nod.

Bada looks up at you once again before looking back down.

“Good. You may go.”

You exit the office then, chest still not filled with relief, but a little less hesitant about the things ahead of you.

Bada Lee × Reader

• smut

•Girl Penis

•second person POV

•Inspired by Bada Lee thrusting on the floor.

Do you wanna be my floor today? (I might make you slippery wet)

While you were jealous of the floor Bada mime-thrusts in her dance video, she was forever imagining you under her, taking all her thrusts like a good girl.

Bada Lee was thrusting on the damn floor as if she was practicing how to pay her fucking rent by it alone. Her face was concentrated into a scowl, teeth grazing her bottom lip here and then.

You looked away, gulping, to make sure that no one sees you drooling over your dance instructor. While Bada was very open to her crew, one thing she maintains is the privacy to her personal life. Sure Tatter, Lusher, Siweon everyone in her crew knew where Bada lived, but what they didn't know was that Bada is in a relationship with you. You, who become a stuttering mess in front of Bada. You, who is currently glaring holes in the wall in hopes of distracting yourself from the thoughts of Bada holding you down in a chock hold and slowly licking your pussy-

STOP IT BRAIN!!-

You look back again, only now, Bada is looking tired yet satisfied. Her eyes drift towards yours and even masked, you can tell that she's giddy in happiness for making that teasing joke on you.

"Okay everyone, let's go through the routine again. 1, 2, 3, 4. Cha- cha- cha- and then swing, swing, hold your stance gently, drop"-

You tune the rest of it out, memorising the whole dance by the practice she made you had yesterday. You were always her go to plush doll slash dancer that she practiced with (or on, in this particular case) before teaching a class. The whole dance class took almost 3 hours, and before you focused otherwise, the class ended with Bada bowing to everyone and promising them with a new dance.

" See you on Sunday, Siweon" you uttered, extremely tired, to your best friend. Though you didn't have a long age gap with Siweon, her gentle nature had forced you to be her best friend.

Siweon waved you off, running off to her idol Bada, who was surrounded by her whole crew yapping to her loudly about making a video themselves to post on social media. Bada seems to be amused, gently taking her mask and cap off to smile indulgently to her babies. (sometimes, the crew came before you. You approved of it, the girls did have Bada's back oftentimes when needed)

A ding on your phone sounded while you were getting out of the room, definitely a text from Bada before you go off to your first job, a simple café worker in the "Happy Sunshine" cafe of Gangnam district, namely, your daytime job. Your second job was a library worker in the most famous library of Seoul, but it was an evening shift.

Bada: Baby, you did a good job today. Though I saw you glaring at the walls to distract yourself from my dance ㅋㅋㅋ

Y/N: I'm going to ignore you

for the next 4 hours -_- then see if you find it amusing.

Bada: Y/N-ah, Sweetheart, don't be  jealous :3 If you want, I will perform what I did today only to you to make you happy

Or should I say on you to make you satisfied 😈

Y/N: Fuck you

See you at home later 💓

Bada: I will do the fucking tonight and for every other night, but yeah, see you later baby 💓

⇆ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚ℬ •『 ♡ 』• ℒ❚ㅤ ▷ㅤ↻

Inserting the keys to your apartment, you jiggle the key only to find the door shut from inside. That means Bada is home early tonight. You sigh quietly, ringing the door bell twice. Today was a brutal day for you, first the dance class, then your job at the café, then a heavy shot of orders at the library. You whole body aches to lie down and take a moment of peace, you definitely needed the tranquility to calm your mind and give your body some rest.

"Hi baby, you're late tonight" Bada says when she sees you after opening the door. Taking the bag from your shoulder, she kisses you on the cheek sweetly.

"You look so tired, I tell you everyday to take it easy." Bada trails off carefully, it always tended to become heated when she brings your jobs and her making enough money to feed a whole generation up in a debate.

You just nod, taking off your sweater and sagging on the leather couch, not wishing to start a fight, now having the energy for one.

'My body feels like jelly, fuck Bada needs to carry me today', you muse quietly, closing your eyes.

"Not even noticing anything, that tired huh? Should I postpone my promise to you, darling? Hmm?" Bada puts her left knee between both of yours and hovers above you, hands settled over your shoulder to carry her weight, she was always gloating about her strength (it came in handy when she could thrust in you hard and fast while checking to see if she's doing it hard enough)

Fuck I want her-

Opening your eyes to check over anything different, you become shocked to find her wearing her fuck-pants, as you call them, which she wears rarely to seduce the fuck out of you (It always works like a charm, to your dismay). The living room has been dimly lit, setting the mood further. Bada seems prepared, her gaze stuck at yours, gauging your reaction. She seems to come to a decision, smirking at you suddenly and leaning down to rest her nose against yours, her breath a whisper away from your skin.

"Shall I fulfill my promise to you, baby? Can I have you tonight? Will you let me hold you down and make you take my cock? Hmm?" Your insides get squirmy, pussy clenching because of her words, the way she stares at your eyes and lips as if she wants to devour you wholly.

Bada snickers when your leg jerks close, an instinctive reaction to her words, trapping her knee on your pussy. Adjusting slightly so that her thigh rests against your sweats, the cloth a flimsy material to protect you from her power over you, Bada drags her thigh against your covered pussy.

"Uhnn-" you moan aloud, scrunching her sleeves around her shoulder in your hands. One of Bada's hand circles around your waist and pulls you to herself, a move that works in her favor, making your body bend in an arch to ease her thigh onto your pussy. She mercilessly drags her thigh against your core, rattling your insides and making your moans louder by the seconds.

"F-fuck please...a-AH-" You scrunch your eyes shut, trying to move Bada's body away from yours, writhing in pleasure. Bada licks over your throat, gliding her tongue across your neck, moving to your collarbones to suck her marks into your unmarked neck. While Bada is very caring to you every time of the day, her ruthless self during sex makes you grow wetter and wetter.

"Yeah? You about to cum from this only, baby? Are you going to cum for Bada? Paint my thigh with your juice?" Bada whispers while increasing the speed of her thrusting, humping at this point, harder and harder. Her dick is hard by your thigh, a wet patch over the trouser she's wearing, no doubt, the only pant she's wearing.

Your legs start shaking, body wriggling and back arching due to feeling too much pleasure. Throwing your head back, you let out a guttural moan, broken into whimpers by the seconds she keeps on grinding against you, now her dick resting over your clothed pussy. The hardness makes a line separating your pussy lips, clit not having mercy from her torture. Kicking your legs wildly, no wonder a reaction to the pleasure she's giving you, you open your mouth to warn her that you're cumming.

All of a sudden, the pressure against your core disappears, Bada's body is as if snatched away from yours. Due to the sudden orgasm denial, you start sobbing loudly, your cries tampering into whimpers, hands twisting in your own clothes in search of comfort and pleasure. Bada watches you lose your mind for an orgasm she didn't even think beforehand to let you have, and smirks while tilting her head. Rubbing her hand over her leaking dick to reduce the pinprick pain of hardness, she watches your thighs shake.

"Shall we move to the bedroom now, darling?"

⇆ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚ℬ •『 ♡ 』• ℒ❚ㅤ ▷ㅤ↻

Loud moans and slurping sound echoes in your bedroom. Bada's face is covered by your thighs, your legs thrown above her shoulder, making space for her to indulge in your sweet sugary pussy. Licking a fat stripe from your hole to your clit, she circles the clit over and over again to hear you scream while scrunching the bedsheets in your small hands, pulling it loose almost. Humming softly, Bada plunges her tongue into your hole mercilessly, your screams turning inaudible from pleasure.

While you lost count over which number of edging it was, your mind befuddled by the need to cum, Bada gradually works you higher and higher, planning to make you thoroughly spent and satisfied tonight.

Your back arches, head thrown backwards because if you didn't cum this time, you will surely die. Being sure of it, your vocals get louder and stronger.

Close, close, so close, p-please, please, please, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEA-

Bada holds you down by your torso, her face glistening in your wetness, looking at your sobbing face while calmly licking her lips. Your legs shake wildly, now that the orgasm is being denied again, your mind is getting more hazy by the seconds. Getting up from her position down the bed, she hauls you upwards and crawls over your naked body, kissing over your stomach, torso, nipples and collarbones, lastly your mouth. Digging her tongue in, she absolutely dominates your mouth, inhaling your breaths and absorbing your little jerks. Tongue twisting over yours, Bada moans into your mouth and licks over the warmness inside, tasting you wholeheartedly.  Pulling your bottom lip by her teeth, she kisses you once, twice, then a third time as a lucky charm.

Reaching a hand above, she massages your tied wrists, no wonder sore by now and takes off the rope gently. Calmly massaging blood back into your arms, Bada kisses your nose gently, and gets up on her knees, pulls your body along to position her as her wish. Your legs fall open to accommodate on either side of her hips, her knees being a barrier to stop you from closing your legs and keeping them wide open instead to reveal your red, leaking pussy to her hungry eyes.

Guiding her dick into your hole, Bada inserts it slowly, watching your reaction for any discomfort. At this rate, you are loose enough that it gets in easily and tight enough that your insides wrap her dick tight and snuggly. Shuddering into a tearful moan, you paw off Bada's hand to yourself and clench onto her dick unintentionally. Bada throws her head back and sighs, no wonder feeling as much pleasure as you, after ignoring her hard on in favor of getting you desperate for her dick.

Making slow small thrusts, Bada leans over you to hover above your neck, getting ready in her favorite position to ram into you when needed. She always gave you minutes to adjust before making you speechless by her cock.

"You like that? Fuck your pussy is clinging tight to my cock, baby. You feel so good. Aren't you my good baby? Huh?" She whispers sensually, making drawn out thrusts that make your legs jerk everytime and leaves your mouth open.

"P-please. . I-I'm. . .Bada plea-se-" your voice tapers shut when she quickens her pace, headboard slamming into the wall now, leaving a slick sound and your inaudible moans in the room. Sighing in pleasure, Bada let's out a drawn moan, thrusts getting stronger and stronger. Suddenly, your insides spasm wildly, juices slicking past her dick. Looking down at you, Bada sees your head thrown backwards, hands twisting the sheets, body freezing in an arch because of the sudden orgasm. Cumming after almost 4 orgasm denial leaves you breathless and panting, unable to properly catch your breathe. You paw over Bada's chest to stop her from thrusting further, thighs shaking violently, pussy clenching in sensitivity.

Bada rips your hands off her body, pinning two by her left hand only, uses the right as a support aside your head and thrusts into you wildly. You scream in sensitivity, Bada laughs and grabs the rope to tie your hands again, leaving you helpless to her torture.

"You'll give me two more. You can do that, yeah? Baby, gimme two more. You can, you will." The assured voice of her doing nothing to keep you from twisting your body to get away from her, no matter too sensitive to tolerate her merciless advances.

"I-I can't-" your voice breaks, but that doesn't stop Bada from snapping her hips onto yours. Her dick glides along your tight pussy, the stretch still too much. Nearing your second orgasm, your breath becomes stuck in your chest when Bada reaches down and twists her fingers in your clit. Her long thumb rubs and rolls your clit, twisting and twiddling it, rubbing the small nub thoroughly. You scream at the sudden onslaught of pleasure, clenching down on her hard, getting forced into a second orgasm so quick to the first one. Body shaking violently, you feel Bada's cum slipping in your hole, no doubt cumming due to your tightness. She lets out a long drawn moan, and hisses when the tightness becomes unbearable, kissing and sucking your throat, leaving purple bruises on their wake, making art on a beautiful canvas. Taking her softening dick off your insides she crawls lower to become face level above your pussy.

"Last one baby, you need to give me the last one" Bada leans down to run her tongue on your pussy, slurping on your hole and sucking your clit harshly in her mouth. By now, your body is too tired but trying it's hardest to crawl away from her, mind muddled beyond thoughts. Bada holds you down by one hand and inserts the finger of the other one in your hole, twisting it around in search of your g-spot.

Not letting you come down from your second orgasm, Bada mercilessly works her hardest to bring you to your third one within seconds. Your eyes roll back, orgasm more of a dry one, pussy vigorously clenching and becoming dark red color due to sensitivity. Hardly able to breathe, your chest heaves up and down, hands trying to tear the rope to stop Bada from touching you anymore, the over  sensitivity making every touch unbearable.

After what feels like hours but is seconds, Bada cups your pussy and gets up to watch your fucked out unfocused eyes trying to close themselves in search of sleep. When you settle in, she walks away to get wipers and rips off the extra bed sheets gently, takes off the rope tying your hands and massages them slowly with lotion. Settling you in bed firmly, Bada covers your naked body with a thick hoodie and adjusts blanket over your sleeping form.  Finally, getting up beside you, she cuddles you, hand encircling your waist to pull you closer and closes her eyes satisfactorily.

༺☆༻ Luxurious

bada spoils her baby

c/w: spoiled ass reader. down bad bada. suggestive. a little more than suggestive? not full on smut though. what does bada like more than checks? money!

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

bada likes to spoil you, loves it, even. the way your eyes lit up when you saw a piece of clothing, shoes, or jewelry that you liked… that was priceless to her. so naturally she takes you out, hands you her card and tells you to “go get what you want, baby.”

she’ll stick with you for a bit- today she helped you pick some items out. she asks an attendant to find them in your size. once she receives the clothes, she guides you to a dressing room. when you open the door, she hurries you and herself into the tight space,

“bada!”

she shushes you and makes her way to sit on the bench in the room. she tells you it’ll be fine and that she wants to make sure everything fits right. the first dress you put on is white with lace trim. bada groans at the sight. where would you ever wear that?

“is it pretty?”

bada looks you up and down, “of course it is sweetheart, everything is pretty on you.”

you roll your eyes, “i should’ve never asked.”

you continue trying some items on, but your final piece of clothing from this shop catches bada’s eye. Its a miniskirt with a zipper accent in the front that is fully functional.

“come closer.”

you walk up to her and her hands are on your hips, moving up to your waist where the the waistband sits. she thumbs the fabric, feeling how thick the material is.

“this is nice.”

one hand reaches for the zipper, pulling it down slowly.

your hands fly to her own, “bada lee!”

she looks up at you, pressing a kiss against your upper thigh, “trust me pretty girl.”

she fully unzips the garment letting it fall to your feet, “such easy access, we’re definitely buying this one.”

she leaves wet kisses above the waistband of your panties. you let a breathy sigh leave your mouth. bada stops and pinches your thigh,

“quiet.”

she goes back to kissing your lower stomach, sucking marks into your soft skin. a small moan makes its way out of you and bada stops again,

“you wanna be caught don’t you? wanna let everyone see how pretty you are?”

your thighs rub against each other and bada notices. she leaves one soft kiss against your panties,

“say the word and i’ll do it.”

her hand squeezes your thigh as she continues to press her lips against your clothed cunt. you’re whining, legs shaking and bada cant decipher if you’re turned on, nervous, or just cold.

“cmon baby. tell me what you want.”

you shake your head, “not now.”

bada removes herself from you, hands withdrawing immediately, “good girl. buy what you want today. i’m gonna wait in the car for you, call me when you’re leaving, okay?”

you smile down at her, hands moving her bangs out of the way and cradling her face. she looked so pretty from this angle.

“of course. i love you.” you press a kiss to her forehead.

a light blush spreads across bada’s face,

“i love you too baby.”

she leaves you to your own devices.

when you text her to tell her you’re on your way, she pulls around to the front of the entrance, gets out of the car, and leans against it, waiting to help you load your bags. when you come from the double doors, she smirks when she sees your multiple designer shopping bags, she doesn’t even want to think about the potential damage done to her bank account. a lazy smile makes its way on her face as she rounds the car to grab the bags from you, opening the trunk and setting them inside.

“did you have fun?”

you grin, “yes! can i show you what else i got when we get home?”

“of course baby.”

bada is sat on the couch when you come out from changing. she thinks she might die when you come out in your first outfit. Its a very short black dress with lace trim on the bottom which shows off your legs, something that bada believes should be criminal.

“very pretty. how much was this?”

you let out a nervous chuckle, “don’t worry about that… it looks nice right?”

bada shakes her head, “very nice. what’s next?”

the next outfit is more conservative (thank god). it’s something bada thinks even she would wear. you’ve got a nice pair of black cargos on, a cropped tighter top, and mauve air jordan 1’s on your feet. she distantly thinks she should ask if she could borrow them in the future.

bada gives you a nod of approval, “twirl for me pretty girl.”

you do as you’re told of course.

bada hums, “those pants fit you really well. come here.”

bada spreads her legs to make room for you to stand in front of her. she pulls you closer to her and puts her hands in the back pockets of your jeans, squeezing.

you yelp and grab her hands, “you are such a pervert!”

bada throws her head back and laughs “I can’t help it. i just wanted to make sure they fit.”

you glare at her and leave the living room. when you return, you have a small bag of cosmetics with you. you fish through them and pull out a lipstick.

“i’ve seen this all over tiktok- apparently this lipstick is supposed to be really durable and long wearing,” you put it on your lips, “isn’t it a pretty color?”

bada is just so enamored with you. she gleams up at you, nodding her head.

“can i test them out on you?”

“anything you want honey,” bada grabs you by your hips, pulling you to sit on her lap, “show me.”

you kiss her cheek and notice a little mark left on her. your face morphs into a frown, “it left a mark…”

bada takes this as an opportunity to see you in more lipstick colors- “maybe it’s just that color. try another one?”

you huff in response. you already had one on!

“can i put it on you instead? I don’t want to take this one off.”

bada sees this as an even better opportunity. she tries not to show her excitement at the idea of leaving marks on you on purpose.

“mhm.”

you turn around in her lap to dig through your bag. you pull out a cherry red and show it to her, “this would be so cute on you!”

your hand cradles bada’s face as you delicately put the lipstick on her face. bada’s lips twitch. the way you look so serious and focused on the application was so fucking cute it took everything in her not to lean forward to kiss you.

you finish and put the cap back on the lipstick, “okay - kiss me!”

bada giggles and places a kiss to your lips. after your lips she kisses your cheeks… and after your cheeks she starts kissing your jawline…

“bada-” you sigh. your hands grip her hair to pull her away from you, “i told you to kiss me just to test it out. why are you trying to seduce me right now.”

bada looks up to you, eyes already hooded. she makes direct eye contact as she dips her head down again to kiss down your neck. in between kisses she mumbles out, “jus’ checking on the… durability of the lipstick.”

heyy aurelia, can i request a “bada and aespa！yn questionable moments” if you havent made it？

BADA AND YN QUESTIONABLE MOMENTS 568k views bada lee x aespa!yn

warnings: yn is a aespa member from my aespa!yn series that you can find in my masterlist, fluff, just something short <3

CLIP #1📸

“don’t you know im a savage?” yn said to the camera mocking her member, the girls were filming their comeback and she was on a break. “that’s minjeongs line in the song I’ve been teasing her about it.” yn explains looking at the camera but her eyes drift to behind it and a smile makes its way to her face.

she brings her hand out and a hand latches onto it, “it’s bada unnie.” yn informs kissing the hand that holds hers, “she doesn’t be in my video right now, she’s hiding her pretty face.” she adds which earns a laugh from the dancer.

“I’ll catch her off guard later.” yn says seriously.

“no you won’t.”

CLIP #2 📸

“just like a zoo,” taeyong turned his camera towards yn who was marking the choreography, “working hard?” he asks the younger girl, he asked her to be apart of the dance practice video of the song that her and her member aeri is on because yn always leaves him impressed with her dancing

yn turns to him and walks towards the camera with a thumbs up, “bada unnie is driving me nuts.” she says with a fake distressed voice causing the older idol to laugh, “I know she has a crush on me but get off my back bro.” she teases.

“I have a crush on you?” the voice of the older girl fills the room as she makes her way towards yn before standing behind the shorter girl who laughs awkwardly.

yn scratch’s the back of her neck turning her head to the girl behind her before turning back to the camera, “I gotta go.” she says before awkwardly walking to the other side of the practice room.

bada laughs before following behind the younger girl and grabbing her.

CLIP #3 📸

yn leaned against the older girl as she sang softly and read the comments of the live, “who were you rooting for during street woman fighter?”

bada looked down at yn tightening her her hold on the girl who was almost in her lap.

“I was rooting for…” yn trails off teasingly looking up at bada who just stares at her, “jam republic, audrey grabbed my attention the whole show I couldn’t see anyone else.”

bada licks her lips and just laughs at the girls teasing, “you texted me after every episode th-”

“shh.” yn cuts the older off bringing her finger to her lips before laughing nervously to the live.

CLIP #4 📸

“let me show something to the camera.” yn says to bada who turns her camera to yn, “fan service.”

“what are trying to show them?” the dancer asks but she doesn’t get a answer just yn doing a “sexy” pose.

bada quickly turned the camera from yn to her shaking her head, “she jokes to much.”

“it’s fan service!”

DATING BADA LEE WOULD INCLUDE....

So these are some things I think dating this beautifully hot woman would include.

dating bada lee would include....

🍒 long talks on the phone when she's away.

🍒 lots of hand holding. even when you are cooking she still wants to try and hold your hand.

🍒 her fingers tracing hearts on your body in the places she wants to kiss you.

🍒 cute dates with matching couple outfits.

🍒 she'll hug you from behind. It's so freaking melting when she does that.

🍒 her cooking for you.

🍒 you wearing her clothes when you spend the night at her place.

🍒 having silly little dance battles with her. the loser has to kiss the winner.

🍒 visiting each other's families during the holidays. your parents love her and her parents just adore you.

🍒 head kisses when you are feeling down and don't wanna talk about what's bothering you yet. she would always wait for when you're ready to talk about it.

🍒 sleeping on top of her when it's too hot during the summer.

🍒 kissing her cold fingers in the winter.

🍒 watching her at dance battles and supporting her.

🍒 long slow kisses.

🍒 taking care of her when she's sick.

🍒 you taking off guard pictures of her to use as blackmail.

🍒 roasting each other.

🍒 her reassuring you every second that she loves you.

🍒 doing each other make-up.

🍒 random road trips.

🍒 awful singing at 2am.

🍒 late night talks about nothing.

🍒 Inside jokes.

🍒 her praising you during and after sex.

🍒 you asking her if you were a worm would she still love you.

🍒 sending each other music because a song reminds you both of each other.

🍒 you sitting in her lap and falling asleep.

🍒 her telling you how beautiful you are.

Bada Lee Request are open 🩷💋💗

Hii, I'm taking Bada Lee request since my brain has been stuck on her a lot recently. I'm sorry but I don't take smut request. 🙇🏾‍♀️

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.

I think bada lee is the type of girlfriend who talks you through it during sex. And the praises, god, if you have a praise kink she'll give you so many praises. 😭

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.

THANK YOU 🩷🩷🩷

bada lee fic recs (2/2)

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𓆩❀𓆪 home by @throughthebluesea bada lee x reader | just warmth. fluff. heavily based with reese lansangan's home. (highly suggested to listen to it while reading this.)

-you wondered what type of day it is today. you were late at work, got scolded by your superiors, and finished a lot of backlogs that your superiors dumped on you. at this point, you're looking up at the dull white ceiling from your cubicle.

𓆩❀𓆪 bada headcannons by @urlovebot bada lee x reader

-bada when she’s pursuing you. reader is a lil oblivious and bada’s just like ‘this girl is mine she doesn’t even know it lololol’

𓆩❀𓆪 smut headcannons by @urlovebot bada lee x reader

-gf! bada lee got a corruption kink fr

𓆩❀𓆪 all the time by @urlovebot bada lee x reader | smut(sub bada. pussy fiend bada. bada is down so bad she is in hell. dom!reader(?). reader is a tease and bada is fed up)

-"feels so good bada."

𓆩❀𓆪 mirroring bluebird by @ssivinee bebe!bada lee x bebe!f!reader

-you are the younger sister of moze and had gone viral at the same time as her. while working under sm, you meet bada and become a core member of bebe, but what you get the same treatment your sister did

𓆩❀𓆪 the duplicate by @throughthebluesea bada lee x 1million member!reader | humor-ish, then fluff? sulky jealous bada, reader is utterly whipped since she sees her girl bada on kingbada so much. this is too cute. moment with 1million crew

-the second season of street woman fighter 2 has been the talk of the town since its premiere, alongside the show's fame is its parody counterpart, which is street gagwoman fighter 2, where a group of korea's highly respected comediennes come together and do parodies of the actual show's highlights by enjoycouple on youtube.

𓆩❀𓆪 the duplicate (special chapter) by @throughthebluesea bada lee x 1million member!reader | fluff, a bit humor-ish... bc... king bada is here again. overprotective bada, the rest of team bebe being the biggest instigators

-d-day. the finale episode has arrived, and everyone has been practicing hard, perfecting their final routines.

𓆩❀𓆪 i wanna ruin our friendship by @throughthebluesea bada lee x reader | friends to lovers, bada secretly pining over 'straight' reader, howl is a jerk in this fic, some angst, slightly suggestive (if you squint), lusher and tatter being so supportive, lusher's gaydar never miss.

-"i told you, i can't!"

𓆩❀𓆪 bada lee as your gf by @starrwhispers bada lee x reader | mildly suggestive, women making out!!

𓆩❀𓆪 bada drabble by @starrwhispers bada lee x reader

-imagine doing ur nighttime skincare routine with bada. it’s just such a cute girlfriend moment.

𓆩❀𓆪 blurb by @starrwhispers bada lee x reader | smut

𓆩❀𓆪 head over heels by @badasgirl bada lee x fem!reader | 18+ smut, friends (?) to kinda lovers, slight angst if you kinda like squint, slight fluff, built up tension, reader is shorter than bada,

-a late night studio session turns into something more when bada finally decides it’s time to end whatever tension you both shared.

𓆩❀𓆪 boyfriend by @bluebada bada lee x reader | nsfw(extremely suggestive and very explicit at times). it's giving switch vibes kinda but dom!bada prevail. reader wants it rough. not a complete smut tho.

-where bada is sick of seeing you cry over your stupid boyfriend, and she knows that she can be a better boyfriend to you. so much better than him

𓆩❀𓆪 oh you want me so bad by @badasgirl bada lee x reader | 18+, reader is somewhat shorter than bada, reader is called bunny a lot, CLINGY!BADA

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

𓆩❀𓆪 home by @potchi-fics bada lee x reader

-the first thing that probably comes to mind when you hear that is a house, yes? i mean, it's not a wrong answer-- it's just, for you.. your home is a person. no matter where you are, what time it is, as long as you're with her: you are at home.

𓆩❀𓆪 you and me in the moment by @nimxie bada lee x fem!reader

-in the warm of one another, moments like this are perfect.

𓆩❀𓆪 all mine by @badaspebble bada lee x fem!reader | 18+ themes (dom!bada, possessive!bada, semi-public sex, jealously, dirty talk, praise, cunnilingus)

-being on SWF2 was great. meeting new people who were also considered legends was an added plus. you caught many eyes, but one set of eyes in particular stayed on you the entire time. bada notices, and so do you. deciding to dance with haechi wasn’t to make bada jealous, but still. It’s only fair that bada should do something about it.

𓆩❀𓆪 jealous kisses by @badaslovie bada lee x reader | 🤏🏼 suggestive

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

𓆩❀𓆪 she's straight.... right? by @bluebada bada lee x fem!reader | highly suggestive, swearing, fake dating, teacher x student, lowercase intended, hword is making an appearance

-in which the woman you want the most is the one you could never have.

𓆩❀𓆪 control freak by @dallaji bada lee x reader | PORN WITHOUT PLOT (like leech rallay NO plot), established relationship, reader is a power bottom and bada is perplexed!! befuddled!!11, bada with a strap, toy

-your girlfriend doesn’t like giving up the reins, but perhaps with some gentle urging she will finally let loose. Even if it's just for a little bit.

𓆩❀𓆪 feel it by @princhii bada lee x fem!reader | 18+, dom!bada, drinking, use of weed, smut, use of strap, sub!reader, age gap (reader is of age, just refers bada as older woman!)

-and just like that, you were there. on her bed. ass up face down. how did you even get there again? oh yeah, that’s right.

𓆩❀𓆪 show you off by @aericrys bada lee x reader | smut

-“Jagiya, stop freaking out, the girls are all really nice, I promise! They’ve been dying to meet you!”

𓆩❀𓆪 100 days by @venuszn dom!bada lee x fem!reader | best friends to lovers, angst, fluff, smut(fingering, nipple play, cunnilingus (bada and reader give and receive), scissoring, emotionally constipated reader, whipped bada, MDNI)

-bada asks you to give her one hundred days to make you fall in love with her.

𓆩❀𓆪 bada lee as the 5 love languages by @venuszn dom!bada lee x fem!reader | smut (ringering, cunnilingus, use of vibrator, bada using a strap, exhibitionism, degradation (but also praise), light bondage, orgasm denial, nipple play, overstimulation, slight choking) and fluff , MDNI

𓆩❀𓆪 jealously, jealously by @handongscult bada lee x reader | possessive/jealous bada, suggestive towards end

-you come on swf2 to have a choreography created for your new song. someone gets a little too bold with you and bada stakes her claim.

𓆩❀𓆪 come get me by @badaspebble bada lee x fem!reader | 18+ themes, (dom!bada, jealous!bada, kinda mean!bada but she’s soft at the end, strap-on use, teasing, hair pulling, semi-public, praise, edging, choking, swearing, dacryphilia)

-bada hasn’t been paying attention to you lately, which is starting to be frustrating. at first it was fine, seeing how much work she had to put into her team. now that SWF was over, there was no need for her to pay so much attention to them. guess you’ll have to make her pay attention to you.

𓆩❀𓆪 too close by @urlovebot bada lee x reader | angst. angry howl, homophobia, minor and very, very minor physical harm done to bada. closeted bada, out and proud reader. its alooooot of angst. some comfort at the end though

-"are you okay?"

𓆩❀𓆪 dating bada lee would include... by @unique-high bada lee x reader

-some things dating this beautifully hot woman would include.

𓆩❀𓆪 heacannons of bada asking insecure reader to sit in her lap by @urlovebot bada lee x reader | extra fluff

𓆩❀𓆪 save room for us by @dallaji bada lee x reader | ex-fwb, university setting, lengthy smut (like 50% ratio), both bada and reader are switches, relationship is the epitome of "its complicated", bada is a mess but please forgive her, author has never used a dating app before, kinda angsty?? hopeful ending though!!

-this could’ve been a perfect night: it was your first time being invited to a sorority house party and you were promised alcohol, decent music and good company. so naturally, because nothing is ever truly perfect, your ex-situationship had to be a part of said sorority.

𓆩❀𓆪 ride it! by @mikaleialt bada lee x reader | fluff, suggestive, smut, drabble

-in a random instagram live, your newly found fans after SWF 2, started asking you random questions about what do you think of each team leaders. for a quick background, you are one of the team leaders in SWF 2, but sadly your team got eliminated after the crew battle mission, after getting defeated by mannequeen on the elimination round along with wolf'lo and lady bounce.

𓆩❀𓆪 bada headcannons by @aericrys bada lee x reader | fluff, smut

𓆩❀𓆪 how bada would handle being in public with her s/o by @bountycancelled bada lee x gn!reader | headcannons, author being delusional, lower case intended, fluff

𓆩❀𓆪 the elevator by @venuszn bada lee x reader | enemies to lovers, angst, fluff

-you and bada are rival choreographers under the same company. bada has always treated you differently and you didn’t know why. You convinced yourself that you hated her for it. but you’re both forced to face each other one evening when the company elevator breaks down and there’s no where to hide - from each other and ur feelings.

𓆩❀𓆪 your so pretty it hurts by @nimxie bada lee x fem!reader | angst, injury

-you never want to worry bada, but when you get hurt and try to hide it. she can’t help it

𓆩❀𓆪 jealousy by @seungxstar bada lee x fem!reader

-how bada would be if she was jealous…

𓆩❀𓆪 .......threesome? by @badaleesbish switch!bada x switch!reader x sub!tatter | NSFW(face sitting, fingering, choking, degrading, praising, use of strap)

-you and tatter decide to try to talk bada into having a threesome. Thinking that bada would turn down the request, you and tatter take some extreme measures to get bada in between the two of you.

𓆩❀𓆪 bada fic by @allur1ngs bada lee x reader

-mafia boss bada reacting to reader in a suit looking badass omg bada would literally drop her jaw

𓆩❀𓆪 her best friends by @mikachacha bada lee x singer!reader x monika shin

-your new song is a huge hit and your two girlfriends wanted to celebrate and spoil you for a job well done

𓆩❀𓆪 only one by @yayayxs bada lee x fem!reader | suggestive if you squint

-after winning street woman fighter nobody expected this…

𓆩❀𓆪 moonstruck pt:1 by @dkluvs bada lee x oc | 2.3k

-in which a romance so forbidden arises between an idol and her favourite choreographer.

𓆩❀𓆪 moonstruck pt:2 by @dkluvs bada lee x oc | 1.6k

-in which a romance so forbidden arises between an idol and her favourite choreographer.

𓆩❀𓆪 new game, new player by @ssivinee bebe!bada lee x dancer! f!reader | 4.7k

-jeon y/n joins SWF to prove that her being the sibling of an idol doesn't make her any less of a dancer, but while trying to do so, she makes new friends and potentially something more.

𓆩❀𓆪 expert level by @ssivinee bebe!bada lee x dancer! f!reader | 5.8k

-Part 2 of "New Game, New Player," suggested to read Part 1 first!

dance practice — bada lee

pairing: dancer!bada lee x dancer!fem!reader, swf2 au, bebe!bada x jamrepublic!reader.

genre: friends to lovers

For some reason you couldn’t learn the coreo that you have to present in 2 days. You had to compete with the other main dancers with the coreo that Bada had presented last time. The song name was “Smoke” and the coreo was absolutely amazing, obviously because Bada created it.

But for some reason, you couldn’t memorize neither the steps and the beat. So here you were, it was 8:30pm and you were in the dance studio with Bada Lee, luckily she offered to help you learn the coreo.

“Okay so, the first step is easy, nothing complicated” Bada explained. “First you have to this, and then this movement, like lighting up a lighter and then you have to blow it. Okay?” she said showing you.

“Okay” you answered.

“Okay so 5, 6, 7, 8” she counted.

You did the movements exactly like Bada show you, watching yourself on the mirror and thinking you did correctly.

“Great job Y/N!” she said with that pretty smile she had. “Now let’s continue with the next part.”

The next part of the dance wasn’t that difficult. It was just simple and strong movements with your arms and legs, not a big deal until…

“You have to move your hips in circles” Bada corrected.

“That’s what i’m doing” you answered.

“No, your not. You moving your hips back and forth, you have to do round movements like this” she showed you. “Do it again”

“Fine”

You did it again trying to copy the movement that Bada did before, but apparently you still did it wrong.

“I can’t” you said frustrated. “Why I can’t? It a simple movement”

“Here, let me guide you”

Bada came closer to you, standing behind your back and placing both hands on your hips. Shivers came down your spine, the touch of Bada always had an effect on you. Her smile, the way she looked at you, of course she never failed to make you nervous.

You tried to breath the most normal way possible, the feeling of her breath on your neck was driving you crazy.

“You have to move them like this” she said guiding your hips in small circles. “In that way you can make the move look cleaner.”

“U-uhm yeah, sure” you said nervously.

“Why are you so nervous, Y/N?” she asked with a smirk on her face, passing her hands from your shoulders down to your lower back.

God. This woman was driving you crazy.

“Nothing. I-I just—” you tried to explain.

“Do I make you fell nervous?” she teased.

Oh shit.

“You looked so pretty today, dancing against Rena, you did it perfectly” she said. “Like always…”

She was talking on your ear, her hand around your waist pressing her body against yours. You felt like you were going to die right there.

“Bada, I think we should continue practicing” you said looking at the mirror in front of you. Watching how your body looked so small compare to hers.

“Oh fuck the dance practice” she finally said.

She turned you around, both of you now face to face. She put one hand on your cheek, finally closing the space between you two with a kiss.

You put your hands around her neck, pushing her lightly towards you, deepening the kiss. She started kissing around your jaw and neck, sucking softly the skin and making you shiver. Your breathing became heavier; feeling Bada Lee, the woman that you were so attracted to, kissing and touching your body, you could fall on your knees at every second.

She started kissing you on the lips again, it was your turn now. You kissed her jaw, leaving open mouth kisses all around that zone.

“God, your driving me crazy Y/N” she said with eyes closed between soft gasps. “Your so hot, i like you a lot”

“You have no idea of how long i’ve ben waiting for this moment” you said giving her another kiss on the lips. “I like you too Bada.”

“Why didn’t we did this before?” she said looking at your eyes.

“I don’t know, maybe you were to shy” you teased this time.

“Nah, if it were for me you would be on my bed long time ago” she answered.

“And what are you waiting for? I can lear the rest of the dance tomorrow” you suggested.

“As you order, beautiful.” she smirked.

This would be definitely a long and probably the best night of your life.

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