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shuhwaa · 4 months

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Siyeon | Size training [M]

Kinkmas 2023 - Day 21 Dreamcatcher Siyeon x fem-bodied!reader words: ~700 genre: smut (dom!Siyeon, size training with a strap on, lots of praise (reader receiving)) warnings: none

You whimper as you take in the tip of the strap your girlfriend is wearing, feeling it stretching you out. It's accompanied by a half painful, half pleasurable sensation, and you're thankful when she reaches for your hips to steady you.

"You're doing so well, baby..." Siyeon praises you, her low voice sending a shiver down your spine. She's made sure you're dripping wet before she had you crawl on top of her in the middle of your bed, and as always she's assisting you in every way possible - still it seems you have a long way to go. "Take it slow," she tells you, but you whine in protest.

"W-want more..." you say, and you're met with an amused expression on her face. Your girlfriend runs her palms up your bare torso, letting her fingertips dance down your chest and belly.

"I'm not going to use a bigger toy on you until I can be absolutely sure I won't hurt you," she explains, and one of her hands finds its way back up your body, cupping your face so she can brush her thumb against your cheek. You're determined to show her that you can take it, mind wandering off to imagining what it would be like to be filled up so well that you'd see stars just from that alone, and with a careful roll of your hips you take in the dildo further.

"That's right..." she doesn't miss a beat to praise you. "Does that feel good?"

"Y-yeah," you whimper.

"And does it hurt?"

"A little..." you answer honestly, knowing that you merely have to let yourself adjust to the size for a while.

"But you still want more?"

"Yes..." you say, sinking down on her just a little further, and you let out a desperate moan.

"Just a little more, babe," she encourages you, now bringing her hands to your breasts to play with them. The additional stimulation sends another wave of heat down to your core, and without thinking, you start moving your hips at a slow but steady pace. It becomes more comfortable with every movement of yours, and eventually you find that you've taken the toy in fully, tears welling up in your eyes from accomplishment and from the pain fully turned into pleasure, and when your girlfriend praises you once again, you can only moan in response.

"Now ride me, babe," Siyeon says, one of her hands finding your core to rub circles against your clit. "Wanna see you cum on top of me." And you do, whimpering uncontrollably as you hold onto her shoulders and your hips begin to stutter as soon as you start. The feeling of being filled up so good mixed in with her sweet praises will for sure send you over the edge in no time, and so you don't think of anything but chasing that orgasm.

"F-fuck... Siyeon..." you mewl your girlfriend's name who watches you, lips slightly parted as she marvels at the way your body moves on top of her.

"You're so fucking sexy like that, babe... keep going," she encourages you, and when she thrusts upwards to meet you halfway, you cry out.

"Fuck... shit... f-feels so good..." you sputter as you can feel the knot in your stomach tighten, and with only a few more repetitions you feel yourself clenching around the big toy, tears welling up in your eyes as you come down from your high.

"You did so well, baby," Siyeon showers you in more praises as she leans in to press several kisses to your face. "Makes me wanna give you another round..."

"P-please..." you answer, mind still clouded from your orgasm, and before you realize what's happening she's already flipped around your positions, now hovering above you and helping you wrap your legs around her hips.

"Then hold tight, cause I'm not gonna go easy on you," she whispers dangerously into your ear, before leaving a trail of kisses down the side of your neck and making you whimper as she begins thrusting into you.

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kit-kat-katie · 8 months

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Sugarcoat

A/N: I wanted to write something in the spirit of back-to-school season since I will be heading back next week. :( If you've already started or if you're starting soon, best of luck with your semester!

TW: Reader is gossiped about

Pairing: Dami x Reader (platonic to implied romantic)

Summary: Your life in college has been nothing but empty rumors and failed promises. The introduction of a new seat mate changes how you view the people around you, and how they view you in return.

Sugarcoat, I cast off

Whatever you say about me

Being reserved made you mysterious, and mystery caused rumors to cloud around your everyday movement and activities. Your dating life tended to be the worst of them all as classmates and co-workers alike would often pin you to be a player or completely uninterested in everything. You simply wished to sit next to someone and not see them lean over to talk to someone else.

So, you kept in your shell and kept to yourself. People didn’t need to know anything more about you then you would tell-

“Can I sit here?”

A warm, deep voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Sure.”

You gently observe the brown-haired woman who sits next to you. Intro to Philosophy, a social studies credit for your major, would prove to be more interesting than you thought. You notice that she pulls out a laptop that is well-endowed with stickers on the back.

“I like the stickers on your laptop.” You quietly say as your professor enters the classroom.

“Thanks. They’re just from different shows and musicians that I like.” She pauses for a moment as you continue to observe the different logos and characters on them. “Would you be interested in a tour?”

A light smile appears on your face - a rarity in class, especially by another person.

“I’d like that.”

Just move, as I want

Dancing for myself

“You take dance classes?” You ask you spot her daily schedule as the background on the computer. “Sorry, that was invasive and weird-“

“It’s just once a week with a close group of friends.” Dami explains before opening a browser to prepare materials for today’s class. “What about you? Any remarkable interests?”

“Nothing that you haven’t heard from others before, I’m sure-“

“I’d much rather make my observations in-person rather than by rumors.”

“I-“ You pause as a slight bout of embarrassment crosses your features. “I think that’s the first time someone’s spoken to me instead of about me.”

“It’s a shame, really,” Dami glances at you before the professor starts class, “they’re missing out on a great person.”

Another first happens within two weeks - someone manages to make your heartbeat quicken.

Don’t sugarcoat me, baby

Complex is over-rated

You like to simplify the world around you - it makes your life so much simpler. The grass is green, the sky is blue, and you most definitely have feelings for the mysterious yet kind girl who goes out of her way to always sit next to you or save you a seat whenever you have class.

You think that she’s caught on to your feelings as her hand lingers on yours when she’s looking at your computer or how her eyes catch yours when the professor goes off-topic every class period.

“You’re strange,” You comment as your professor talks about their dog again, “but I don’t mind.”

“Me?” Dami chuckles softly. “I think that’s the first time someone’s said that to my face.”

A light smile plays on your features as you notice your classmates aren’t paying you any mind - it’s so relaxing to know that you’re not under the microscope of your peers.

“I like that you’re strange, you’re like me,” You pause to still your beating heart, “but I was wondering if you’d like to get lunch sometime?”

“With you?” A warm, inviting smile stays on her face. “Absolutely.”

The transparent moonlight

Pours out, more freely

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dancetheficaway · 2 years

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Can u write something with dom siyeon tying dami up then fucks her pls

It isn't the first time they've done this. It's quite common for them to experiment, and they're so comfy with each other that there's always eagerness to try new things.

Dami smiles up at Siyeon, who's gently taking her wrists and tying them to the bed's headboard, eyes focused on the knots she's making.

-Is it ok like this? Not too tight?

Dami gives a slight tug on the restraints to check.

-It's perfect like this, Singie.

Siyeon leaned down to press a kiss against Dami's lips, one of her hands moving down to caress her girlfriend's bare thigh. Dami deepened the kiss, making Siyeon let out a gasp when she gently bit on her lower lip. In response, Siyeon tightened her grasp on Dami's thigh, urging her to open her legs wider.

-Come on, Dami, don't be bad for me.

Dami smirked at her girlfriend, eyes following Siyeon's movements with attention. Siyeon knew that Dami could've hit her back with a snarky comment, but she also knew her girlfriend's moods, and tonight seemed to be a needy one for Dami. Which meant that Siyeon was going to spend the time needed for her girlfriend to be properly taken care of.

Siyeon's hands briefly left Dami's skin to tug at her tie, giving herself more leeway, as she was still in her work clothes. Dami, on the other hand, was fully bare, chest rising and falling with each breath she took.

Something about standing over her fully clothed always made Siyeon's blood boil. Besides, she knew that Dami appreciated her button-up shirts, so it was a win for both of them.

A gentle whine took Siyeon out of her reverie. Caring eyes looked at Dami, who was trying to move her hips as best she could, searching for friction. Siyeon smirked before her hands splayed on those thighs again, opening her girlfriend up. The sight of her, wetness apparent on her skin, made Siyeon take a deep breath. She kneeled closer, Dami's legs now wrapped around her waist.

-You're needy tonight, aren't you?

A light blush covered Dami's cheeks as she replied:

-It's not my fault you look so damn good in this.

A laugh escaped Siyeon's lips, and she leaned down once more to press kisses all over her girlfriend's face.

-You're so cute. It makes me want to ruin you even more.

Dami's hips bucked against Siyeon's waist at the words, and Siyeon knew that her partner's sensitive nipples were now pressed against the material of her shirt.

-Now, now, don't get impatient. Good girls know how to wait, don't they?

Dami nodded bashfully, pulling at her restraints a little. Siyeon's mouth quickly mapped the curves of Dami's chest, stomach, and legs as she moved to kneel back between her thighs. She brought up one of her hands, and kept eye contact with Dami as she slipped two fingers inside of her mouth, sucking on them. Another whine left Dami's lips.

Once her digits were wet enough, Siyeon moved her hand to Dami's center, parting her delicately, a groan leaving her as she found her aroused already. Dami's eyes closed when Siyeon's fingers found her clit, drawing circles around the sensitive area.

-Shit, Siyeon...

Siyeon's free hand kept Dami's thighs spread, and it didn't take long for her to sink one of her fingers inside her girlfriend, thrusting deep.

Siyeon settled on a slow rhythm, wanting to tease Dami. Her girlfriend's back arched as she moved, and Siyeon wanted to commit the sight to memory. Every breath, every gasp, and every grind of Dami's hips was so attractive to Siyeon. Eager to see more, Siyeon added a second finger.

She kept thrusting as she leaned down, crawling until her face was in between Dami's thighs, breath ghosting over her clit.

Dami's eyes opened back to gaze at her girlfriend, and Siyeon smirked before diving in, licking the sensitive bundle of nerves. Siyeon noticed how Dami automatically tugged at her restraints, and she thrusted faster, wanting to see her come.

More moans and gasps filled their bedroom, and Dami's hips bucked at the way Siyeon wrapped her lips around her clit, sucking hard.

-Yes, Siyeon, there!

Just as she felt her girlfriend start to tighten around her fingers, Siyeon slowed her pace down. A loud whine fell from Dami's lips, and she looked at Siyeon with surprise on her face.

-Why?

-You didn't think I would let you down that easy, did you? You know what to do, Dami.

The two have been experimenting with power play a little, especially with begging and vocalizing each other's desires and needs. Dami had always been a little more shy to voice out what she wanted, but Siyeon was happy to see her becoming more confident at it.

Dami let out a sigh, blush rising on her cheeks once more as she said:

-Please let me come, Siyeon.

Siyeon's fingers curled to hit a spot she knew Dami liked.

-Is that all you've got to say, hmm?

Dami took a sharp breath, seemingly a little embarrassed, but she powered through. Siyeon noticed how Dami's eyes checked her out, and her smirk grew.

-Please let me come on your fingers.

-There we go. That wasn't so hard now, was it?

Dami was about to reply when Siyeon fastened her pace, giving firmer licks over her clit.

It only a few more moments before Dami’s hips raised off of the bed a little, her eyes closed at the pleasure.

Siyeon’s pupils traced the way her girlfriend’s mouth opened in a silent moan, the way her chest rose, the way her hands tugged on the rope once more. She kept thrusting and licking as Dami slowly came down from her orgasm, before stopping once she heard a whine, knowing that her girlfriend was sensitive now. Siyeon instantly pressed her body against Dami, their lips meeting in a sweet kiss.

Once they pulled apart, Siyeon smiled down at Dami. Then, her hands went to the rope around her girlfriend’s wrists.

-Here, let me just... take this off.

With Dami’s hands now free to roam, Siyeon felt herself being tugged forward into another kiss. She gladly accepted, feeling Dami’s nails leave gentle scratches on the back of her neck.

Eventually, the couple broke their kiss, and Siyeon’s fingers inspected Dami’s wrists, looking for any red marks. When she found none, she smiled again.

-Siyeon, it’s fine. You don’t have to double-check every time.

-Yes I do! I said I would take care of you, so I am doing that.

-Alright, alright...

Dami opened her arms, a little out of breath still, and Siyeon cuddled into her side, satisfied.

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minjiarchive · 9 days

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“how many spanks was that?” | sua x fem!reader

back from break, tysm for the support and patience. thought a bora drabble would be a nice comeback 🥹 i was too lazy to add capitalization btw lol

warning / smut, dumbification, mommy kink, spanking, name use of puppy, and mistress for bora!

“how many spanks was that?”

you couldn't seem to recall the last number you counted to and not even a bullshit excuse would save you. the number of spanks slip past your brain and you're more so focused on the stinging pain she causes with each slap. bora's strong, her small hands underestimating you and holding enough strength to have you whining (and cumming).

and if she wanted to, making you cry so prettily for her which is her favorite.

“i-i don't know, mommy.”

bora feels like giving more grace today, letting some things slide and slip up but still remembering her dominance and her place.

“aww, you dumb puppy...” she cooed, running her warm hands up your back until she reached your hair. bora yanks at it roughly, causing you to let out a gasp as she pulls you up.

she stops at your ear and leans in, “so ruined and spent for me that you can't even count?”

“i know my baby is smarter than that.”

you whimper at the praise, bora slowly pushing you back down onto the mattress while still having a tight grip on your hair. you aren't that ruined yet, just a little dumbfounded.

“please, it's so hard–” you protest but bora quickly silences you.

“it's not.”

she rubs one cheek to soothe the lingering pain from earlier and your eyes immediately shut, preparing yourself for another hard smack. but bora speaks, “i can be here all night spanking you.”

bora doesn't seem to budge and is very set on 20 spanks. there's no way you could get past her either, you wanted to cum so bad that you forgot to ask permission, which is the only thing bora doesn't take lightly.

“mommy's not letting you cum until you can count to 20 properly,” bora smiles when she feels your ass rubbing against her front, whimpering like a cute puppy for her.

you look back at her with as much desperation in your eyes, your silent way of saying “please.” but she doesn't pay any attention to it. bora pushes your face into the bedding, bending you over for another round, “be a good puppy, won't you?”

“yes, mistress.”

“good, now let's start from one.”

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panda-writes-kpop · 3 months

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the dreadful need in the devotee ~ lee gahyeon

a/n: sorry for all my international folks, I know I'm late (curse you comp sci homework for taking hours to complete) but happy Gahyeon day!! here's your daily dose of existensial dread and sadness in case you haven't felt that way recently :] (all jokes, but apparently I was in my feels when I wrote this)

tw: fluff to sadness, main character death, car accident, some religious elements, we almost got a happy ending folks

acknowledgements: inspired by hozier's talk and the pjo series on Disney plus!

word count: 2.8k

summary: a recollection of the five times you couldn't look at Gahyeon and the one time you did, but it's staged during a modern retelling of one of my favorite greek myths of all time (5+1 trope my beloved <3)

♡ Masterlist ♡

As the burning taste of alcohol travels down your throat, you think about why you’re here on a Wednesday night.

Here wasn’t home, the place you most often were found. Home was your paradise, your inspiration for your work - but you had been in a rut lately. Nothing seemed to spark your creativity, not even a hot drink and a warm bath would do.

So you wandered down the street, hoping to find something that would make you and your work feel alive again. Instead, the couples you passed on the street only chose to dig at a wound that you had covered with the patchwork of self-isolation.

Since tonight was an utter failure, much like most nights this month, you turned to the one thing that made everything a little better - booze. A drink sounded nice, especially as the last couple you passed discussed their wedding and future together.

You slid into the first bar that you found that was not too far from your apartment. Five blocks was a new record for you, considering that every store you needed was only two or three blocks from your apartment. Maybe you’d print out a certificate so you’d have some marker of success to hang on your wall.

World’s Most Introverted Person Travels Two Blocks Farther Than Usual!

You need another hobby besides drinking and bad jokes.

You’d turn to art, but blank pages and screens peek out at you from every corner of your apartment. That wasn’t an option, and you had already used all your daily wanderlust to find a bar, so drinking would have to do.

It wasn’t like the bar was busy or anything - weeknight traffic was slow, especially on Wednesday. You were sitting at the bar, making occasional idle chatter with the bartender and another patron who seemed to be in a worse state of despair than you.

You were fine in your bubble, and it wasn’t like anything would pop it any time soon-

Then you see her.

Your eyes landed on a group of girls sitting in a corner, but the girl that draws your attention is everything you had imagined and so much more. With bright pink hair, it was impossible to see anything but here.

She was a beautiful white lily among the tall grass, a sweet melody floated over syncopated beats. She was the sun, and you were a comet that was about to crash into her orbit. She was everything, and you were nothing.

…And she was looking right at you.

Fuuuuuck.

You immediately look away when she bounces up to you - she’s probably going to talk to that other person, right?

You couldn’t look her in the eyes, even when she, in all of her beautiful glory, was right in front of you.

“Do you want to join us for drinks?” Her eyes are inviting as she holds her hand out to you.

You try to find a reason to say no, but she sparks something within you. Something warm and kind, buried under the safety blanket that you wrapped your heart in.

She wasn’t your inspiration, not yet, at least. A muse, perhaps?

Whatever divine intervention brought you together was well needed.

Even though you couldn’t look her in the eyes until you were both drunk enough to forget everything but each other.

Gahyeon, her name was.

Even though the headache fucking sucked (but was so worth it, considering the extra phone number in your contacts), things started to look up for you. You could actually produce art, which meant that you could pay your landlord on time.

Your apartment was a mess while you were in a funk - a proper decluttering was in order. If you weren’t inspired to do art, you definitely weren’t inspired to do household chores. You shudder as your mother’s voice reprimands you about keeping your place tidy.

Perhaps sending proof of life would get her voice out of your head. Yet again, she’d probably call you and then want to visit, which would make things worse.

Suddenly, doing the dishes instead of mentally stalling doesn’t seem like such a bad idea.

Tedious doesn’t begin to cover your feelings towards the stacks upon stacks on dishes, which hadn’t grown mold or attracted flies, thank god. You decide to set your phone aside (you’d checked it three times since you decided to do the dishes, maybe you need to get a safe to throw it into) before filling the sink with water.

As you add soap to the water, your phone chimes. You shut off the water, as flooding your apartment would be worse than cold water, you reason.

You were sober enough to put Gahyeon’s name in your phone, but your capitalization skills were a bit… questionable.

gAhyEOn: hey u up?

some friends and I went drinking last night, and I need a pick-me-up.

you wanna go for coffee?

Coffee? As in a coffee date? As in you’ll be face-to-face with Gahyeon alone, after you probably made a fool of yourself a few nights ago?

Well, you don’t remember much about that night, do you?

God damn you, vodka, you taste good in too many mixed drinks.

You quickly respond with a ‘Sure! What time?’ after contemplating what to say for an uncomfortable amount of time.

gAhyEOn: Does thirty minutes work for you?

I’ll send you the address, see if you can make it there in time.

Your phone buzzes, and afterwards, you plug the address into Google Maps - it’s only a block farther than the bar you met Gahyeon in. If you quickly scrubbed a few dishes and put proper clothes on (the Pokemon pajamas were cute but not ideal for a “first date”), you could make it there in thirty minutes if you run-walked.

You send her a confirmation text, telling her that the time and place will work. You manage to finish a quarter of the dishes (you’ll totally finish the rest of the dishes instead of continuing your latest masterpiece) before throwing on a comfortable outfit that’s perfect for a first date. You grab your wallet and phone before heading out of your apartment.

The walk to the cafe takes a lot less time than you had considered, but that was probably because you were going through a hundred and one different ways that you could make a fool of yourself.

Although you nearly ran headfirst into a pole when you saw Gahyeon waving at you in the distance, you had made it to the café.

Even if you were a bit too embarrassed to look her in the eyes, a bit sweaty from run-walking here, especially after she told you off for being late.

“You’re five minutes late. I thought I told you thirty minutes, not thirty-five-”

“In my defense,” You raise your hands in the air, “I’m worse at directions when I’m sober.”

“If you buy me coffee, I may forgive you.”

“Let’s test that theory, huh?” You open the door for her as she gracefully smiles.

You let out a nervous sigh before closing the door behind you. You’ve got this, right?

Maybe the gods would push some luck in your favor.

Gahyeon didn’t think you were a total loser, so that was a plus.

She even agreed to a proper first date, and then a second, next a third, and you’d somehow convinced her to become your girlfriend… which meant that she would be moving in with you since you’d been dating for a year and a half.

Time flies.

“Can you help me with these boxes, babe?”

After shoving more of your supplies (holy fuck how much shit did you own) into a spare closet, you join Gahyeon at the door to receive the box that she had in her hands.

“I got it,” You say before immediately swearing after the box rests in your arms, “what did you put in here, a bowling ball?”

“Three, actually,” Gahyeon offers a sweet smile as you shake your head, “it’s just the first box of my clothes. You can set it in the bedroom, if you would.”

“The things I do for you.” You scoff before shifting the weight in the box (seriously, what was in here?).

You take a few steps forward as Gahyeon wanders around your apartment. She peeks into the room you just left before letting out a gasp.

“You didn’t move your work so I could have more space, did you?”

You pause, not turning to meet her eye, as she accusingly charges toward you.

“Yah, babe, I told you to leave that stuff there! You know how much I love seeing your work.”

You hightail it to the bedroom before she tackles you into a warm hug. You both dissolve into giggles, heavy boxes and caring anger set aside, as you enjoy her presence.

“I love you.” She whispers before kissing your lips.

You wonder what god of love was paid off in order to match you and Gahyeon, but you didn’t care. Everything worked, you two worked, and your work spoke for itself.

That’s all you ever needed.

A wedding ring was the other thing you needed.

You had fiddled with the ring for ages, wondering when would be the right time to propose.

Gahyeon deserved the best, after all.

So you just asked her one day, when the moment was right.

And she said yes before bursting out into tears. You were quick to comfort her, of course, but you felt like you had ascended to another plane of reality.

Finally, everything made sense.

Your creative energy was at a high, so you were producing plenty of work. You were ahead on rent, enough so that you could save up for a house and a wedding, eventually.

Gahyeon stood in the kitchen, admiring the ring on her left hand, as you wrapped your arm around her waist.

“The ring’s pretty.” She says absentmindedly as you squeeze your arms, which makes her laugh. “What’s up?”

“I got bored. Something told me to go out here and check up on you.” You give a small shrug before kissing her cheek. “What are you up to?”

“I’m going to head to the store by my old place to pick up a few things. Do you want anything?”

For some reason, your stomach sinks. But why, you wonder? She made this trip often, what was so awful about it now?

“Are you sure you don’t want to go down the street, to the convenience store?” You try to convince her as she shakes her head and manages to escape your grasp.

“I’ll be fine, babe,” She turns to give you a quick kiss on the lips before grabbing the car keys on the table, “are you worried about me?”

“Maybe.” You give a noncommittal answer before checking the clock. “Be home for dinner!”

“I will, I promise.” She walks away and grabs the doorknob before turning back to you. “Hey!”

“Hey what?”

“I can’t wait to marry you.” Gahyeon winks at you as you look away in embarrassment.

It’s crazy that she still has this effect on you, years later.

She laughs before shutting the door as you stare at the front door to your apartment like a lovesick golden retriever waiting for their human to return.

You couldn’t wait for her to return back into your arms, so you could make dinner and spend the rest of your night together.

Four hours.

It had been four hours since Gahyeon left.

Should you be worried?

She would’ve texted, called, told you if she would’ve been late. Gahyeon expected the same of you, even though you weren’t the most prompt person at times.

You should stop pacing before you have to add carpet replacement to your laundry list of things to buy. The sun had gone down, but that meant that traffic must’ve been heavy, right?

You need to take a walk before you worry yourself into an early grave.

You grab a light jacket before exiting your apartment. Taking a walk around the block has always helped clear your mind, but your heart pangs with a new hurt as Gahyeon always liked to go on walks with you.

She was fine, she had to be fine.

You round the corner, only to want to immediately retreat back into your home.

A car accident.

The worst part?

Gahyeon’s car was among the wreckage.

Police officers pushed the surrounding crowd back, and you scream when you see an EMT pick a bloody ring out from among the wreckage.

Not just any ring.

Her ring.

You can’t look anymore.

You hadn’t spoken to anyone in weeks.

You hadn’t created anything since the day she died.

Three weeks.

Twenty-one days.

Five-hundred and four hours.

Thirty-thousand, two-hundred forty minutes.

You can’t breathe, can’t think.

You need to open a window.

The light casts a gentle glow over your apartment.

It’s a wreck. You’re a wreck.

How fitting.

Your phone rings. It’s probably your mother, asking why you didn’t come to Sunday dinner for the third time in a row.

You can’t tell her about Gahyeon, you could barely face her parents and tell them what happened. You were choked up then, and you hadn’t felt much better since.

Your heart had been ripped from your chest.

You pick up your phone anyway.

“Do you want to see her again?” A deep male voice echoes from your phone speaker as you sigh.

“You have the wrong number. Have a good day.” You say with no emotion as the voice quickly replies.

“It’s Gahyeon. I have Gahyeon.”

“Who are you? Where is she?”

“Go to the bar where you first met. I’ll meet you there and take you to her.”

“Hold on, how do I know you’re not-”

You pause as you hear the other line beep repeatedly.

He hung up on me. What a dick.

“What do you want?” You gruffly ask as you slide into a booth opposite a man dressed in an all-black suit.

He fixes his silver locks for a moment before looking you up and down.

“You want the girl back?”

“Gahyeon,” You correct, “and I want her here as much as her family does.”

“Would you do anything for her?”

“Yes.” You answer immediately as the man smiles.

“Good, good.” He snaps his fingers as the scenery around you changes.

You’re forced on your feet as the booth disappears behind you.

“What the fuck-” You look at the walls, which expand in every direction and then disappear behind walls of fire and stone.

The man walks forward as a set of stairs appears before him.

“Who are you?” You ask as the ground underneath you begins to shift.

“Death, not the devil.” He answers after sitting down on a throne made of fire and magma. “I have a proposition for you, since your love for Gahyeon has moved my wife. I’m feeling rather…. generous, shall we say?”

“What’s the catch?”

“You have to take the long way out, with you leading and her behind. You can’t look back to see if she’s there, you have to trust yourself and trust her. Understood?”

“I-” You pause while weighing your options.

Could you lead her out of Hell? A dangerous adventure, sure, but it would be worth it to bring her home.

“I accept.”

Death snaps his finger before a door to your left appears.

“Walk through that door and begin your journey.”

You place your hand on the door before looking back at him.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me until you get to the other side.”

You didn’t expect walking through hell to be a cake walk, but you were absolutely exhausted.

Who knows if death himself didn’t trick you in the first place?

You couldn’t look to see if Gahyeon was behind you, and you couldn’t hear her speaking as well.

You just had to trust yourself and trust her.

You trusted Gahyeon, of course you did, but did you trust yourself enough that you wouldn’t have been fooled?

Everyone in hell is looking at you as you climb up towards the exit.

You can do this. You should do this.

Is she really behind me?

You should keep going. You have to keep going.

Your footsteps begin to slow as your breath becomes ragged. You were tired, but you were almost there.

You see the light, see everything that you would have again.

You reach out to embrace the light, you’re almost there.

Is she there?

Gahyeon gasps as your eyes connect with hers.

“You… were there.”

“I always was.” She softly answers before backing up towards the darkness.

“I made a mistake.” You try to reach out and grab her, but she’s fading away from you.

“I know.”

“I love you.” A tear falls from your eye as she disappears into nothingness.

“I know.”

Just like that, she was gone, and you were alone.

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ryujenini · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 29 (NSFW🔞)

Siyeon x AFAB!Reader - Exceptional Tongue

You'd gotten a text from your Girlfriend Siyeon to pick her up from dance practice early and honestly you were happy about it because you'd been missing her all day alone in your apartment, waiting to hear from her

Just as you walked inside the building Siyeon came out of nowhere and grabbed you pulling you along with her and getting you inside the nearest empty room she could find and locking the door

Before you had chance to speak she already had her tongue in your mouth and a hand on your waist pulling you closer, before her hands tangled in your hair while you made out until you needed to breathe, when you pulled away from the kiss Siyeon just smirked at you , pecked your lips before getting on her knees pulling down your jeans

She started leaving wet kisses up your legs before spending a few moments worshipping your thighs while stroking your clit over your underwear that was slowly getting seeped through then Siyeon caught a whiff of your scent and it drove her crazy , she needed to taste you as soon as possible so wasting no time she pulled down your underwear, leaving a slap on your ass before diving into your cunt, licking your clit and plunging a finger into your tight hole as you grabbed the back of her head guiding her tongue across your sensitive bundle that was throbbing, you were practically riding her face, you pulled on her hair making her moan on your pussy making it tingle even more

The pressure was building up in your lower stomach and you knew you wouldn't be able to last much longer, just then Siyeon added another finger and pounded into you ferociously never stopping her fast pace, she could feel you clench around her fingers and seconds later you were coming undone all over Siyeon's mouth and she didn't move from in between your legs until she had licked up all your sweet nectar, standing up and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and kissing you softly before helping you put your clothes on and walking out to the car holding your hand leaving you wondering why that just happened but you were glad it did since your girlfriend has an exceptional tongue.

#dreamcatcher #siyeon #smut #kpop #kinktober #x reader #afab reader #hard hours #hard thoughts #imagine #drabble #one shot #fanfic #jeninishubby

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jindoripup · 2 years

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"Can I try something?"

Siyeon rasped out while she nuzzled her nose into the warm skin of Gahyeon's lower back. Lazy hands were still wrapped around thighs, resting there after Gahyeon had worked herself so prettily on them moments ago.

A deep hum from the woman vibrated across Siyeon's lips. If you peeked upwards, you would see a messy bob being combed out.

Gahyeon felt a toothy smile against the dimple of her back before a flash of pain filled her senses. Teeth sunk into the skin of Gahyeon's cheek and her hips anchored upwards in response. A whine long and low dropped from pouty lips.

"Siyeon~"

Deep laughter rippled across Gahyeon's ass.

"Sorry, you're just too pretty right here.."

An apologetic kiss dropped on the small teeth marks left behind.

"Wanted to know how you taste."

Gahyeon lifted her hips again till she felt Siyeon's lips brush against her cheek.

"Yeah?"

Siyeon sighed deeply while she pressed her face into the plush skin. There was something so inviting about Gahyeon seeking out her touch and the breathiness of her voice. Her hand untangled itself from Gahyeon's thighs to slide up the other cheek then spread it just enough for Siyeon to catch a sight of the wet mess she made of Gahyeon not long ago. Sharp eyes raked up to the perfect entrance above.

"Can I eat you out?"

"Please.."

Siyeon grinned before Gahyeon was pulled up to her knees and she shifted upwards into a more comfortable position. Gahyeon's cheeks were spread once again.

"Sing, don't tease.."

"You keep distracting me." Siyeon chuckled. She leant down eagerly and dragged her tongue broadly against her rim making her lover gasp. Satisfied, Siyeon lapped languidly over her entrance only pulling away to kiss an adjacent cheek.

Gahyeon shuddered when Siyeon began to nip against her fluttering hole and her thighs quivered with every brush of Siyeon's tongue. Pulling back, Siyeon spat on Gahyeon's slit and watched the gloss dribble down. Gahyeon was already making a mess between her thighs too.

Siyeon took a good look at her girlfriend. So soft and so pliant.

"Beautiful.."

"All yours." Gahyeon moaned and rocked back when those lips grazed her hole again.

Her mouth returned to draw tight firm circles against her rim. She was messier now that Gahyeon tried her hardest not to grind back into her till she slipped inside. The room was filled with her breathing. God Gahyeon felt owned.

The older woman pressed her tongue harsher and pointed; she felt Gahyeon quiver and open enough for her to prod against her. Eyes squeezed shut and hips circled against the tongue as little as she could possibly manage.

"Yes.. yes.. Sing.." Gahyeon chanted.

Gahyeon groaned when Siyeon's tongue dove into her. A moan shuddered from Siyeon when she let the woman fuck herself on her tongue. She slid in and out of Gahyeon, tongued her walls till she trembled and whimpers flew past her lips. Disappointing but not surprising, Gahyeon wouldn't last long. It was a shame that Siyeon didn't get to replace her tongue with fingers or a toy. The older woman's hips grinded fruitlessly against the mattress, the sheets grew soaked below her with the thought of stretching her girlfriend out.

Gahyeon's hole started clenching around her and Siyeon decided to run a hand down her ass and between her thighs. Soaked. Gahyeon hadn't even noticed until digits ran through her folds.

"Oh fuck Sing.."

Fingers coated themselves in slick before they slid around Gahyeon's swollen bud.

"God your fingers.."

Gahyeon's moans raised in pitch the more her abused bud was roughly rubbed and pinched. Siyeon moaned the more she felt her girlfriend's hole clench around her tongue.

"Inside.. Inside.." Gahyeon cried softly while she tried to sink on her fingers. "Gonna cum.."

Siyeon swirled her tongue inside of her a few more times before she had let Gahyeon sink down onto her soaking digits. Hips almost went wild, fingers had rubbed against her front wall until Gahyeon snapped.

The older woman pulled back panting and watched a tired Gahyeon ride out her orgasm on her fingers. It took a while. First, for Siyeon to get her bearings. Second, for Gahyeon's aftershocks to ebb out.

Gahyeon groaned when long fingers slipped out of her. She wiped them on the bed sheets while the smaller woman rolled on to her back.

Gahyeon peered up at her lover, saliva coating her chin and her eyes still a little bit wild. Siyeon's eyes dipped to lips that were all swollen and pink from biting down before she descended to meet them.

Lips dodged hers and she pouted before the pair belonging to her hot girlfriend pecked her cheek.

"Not when you've just had your tongue in my ass.." she warns and Siyeon grins toothily with a laugh.

"Did I taste good?" Gahyeon asked soft.. a little seductive.. as she cleaned the slick from her face with a small hand towel that Siyeon insisted that they needed earlier.

The older woman hummed for a moment as if she was in thought and waited till Gahyeon cleaned her up. Pretty hands circled her shoulders until they made their home in Siyeon's hair. A sigh drifted from her lips and she opted for cuddling into the younger woman and kissing along her shoulder and neck for now.

"Fucking delicious." She murmured against the shell of Gahyeon's ear. A devilish smile etched itself onto her face when her ear flushed pink.

#drabble #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher headcanons #dreamcatcher scenarios #dreamcatcher smut #dreamcatcher siyeon #siyeon #dreamcatcher gahyeon #gahyeon

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strawberryhmilk · 2 years

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a simple lyric can mean so much more.

implied!lgbtqia+ reader, no pronouns used / gender neutral reader

stranger!siyeon ♡ karaoke bar

♡ okay she went out w the girlies to relax n did not expect to see you there ♡ she’d seen you once or twice around town, the grocery store or library or browsing the streets, window shopping ♡ n siyeon was always so……. bewildered by how pretty you looked. but something abt you was so unbothered n indifferent abt the world around you ♡ so when you walked up bedside her as she was ordering drinks, her breath caught in her throat and her eyes widened and whew, sure is hot in this bar! ♡ stuttering out a mild hello, siyeon all but ran back to the group of girls with flaring cheeks and trembling hands ♡ ofc it��s minji whomst signs siyeon up for karaoke. they’re all so tired of her sort-of-pining / sort-of-just-admiring-from-afar stares that she always gives you ♡ the song selection was sparse and some were so old she hadn’t heard of them until one song caught her eyes ♡ it was dedicated to you; whether you knew it or not, it was ♡ you were with a friend or two, sighing as you watched them flirt with strangers and deflating as they all left you to yourself ♡ honestly you only came bc you promised you would n this is the thanks you get………. ♡ hearing a newer song come over the speakers — one that you always seemed to b humming — your attention flew to the stage where you saw her ♡ you only knew her name — siyeon — and that she had kissable lips, pretty eyes, and a wolf cut that you wanted to run your fingers through ♡ you also knew she seemed to hate you — she couldn’t get a full word out around you and the minimal amount of times you’d bumped into each other, she always ran the other way ♡ but the song implied otherwise……. unless you were overthinking, which wouldn’t b different from any other day ♡ ofc your attention is bouncing from the stage to your phone to your friends as you mindlessly hum along ♡ and then siyeon changes the lyrics ♡ “i never would have left you alone — here on your own, glued to your phone.” ♡ your fingers stop their scrolling as you look up to the stage, eyes widening a fraction because siyeon is staring directly at you ♡ “never would have left you alone — can i take you home?” ♡ oh holy shit. ♡ she jus winked at you — siyeon was singing to you ♡ the song may have ended and the crowd was cheering as the next person stepped onstage for karaoke, but you were still staring as siyeon made her way to you ♡ clearing her throat and only glancing at you briefly before setting her eyes back on the table ♡ “so? can i?” ♡ now how could you say no to her

idol!jennie ♡ opener for your boyfie

♡ okay so you have a bf and he’s famous and blah blah blah ♡ usually you get along decently with his friends or the people he’s invited to open for him ♡ but jennie……… you couldn’t get a proper read on her ♡ in your boyfriends presence, she would glare and curl her nose in disgust and roll her eyes ♡ but around you — specifically when it was just the two of you — she was soft and sweet and giggled at every other word you said ♡ at her third show, jennie announced she was singing an unreleased song she’d written on tour and it was dedicated to someone she considered special ♡ from your hidden front row seat, you perked up ♡ jennie’s songs were always fun and empowering so you couldn’t wait to see what it would b abt — even better that she’d written it w someone in mind! ♡ her voice seemed deeper in this song, huskier as her eyes skimmed the crowd ♡ and then her gaze met yours and it didn’t leave for the rest of the show ♡ her eyes left yours only once — fleetingly glancing to the stage’s wings where your boyfriend would b preparing for his turn onstage ♡ “i can be a better boyfriend than him.” ♡ you gulped as jennie’s stare hit your eyes again, narrowing and focusing on your gaping mouth ♡ “i don’t need to tell you twice all the ways he can’t suffice.” ♡ it’s not that he was a horrible boyfriend. truly, he was sweet and listened to your complaints and needs! ♡ but — my, oh my — jennie kim caught and held your attention in ways your boyfriend never would ♡ and well at least you figured out why she seemed to dislike him so much even if she did technically work for him

idol!sana ♡ writing a new song

♡ you were an assistant of sorts who wandered around jyp entertainment, giving drinks or towels or whatever to whoever needed it ♡ naturally this meant you’d had a small bond with the idols who drifted and floated around the building ♡ of those, you’d found yourself always pulled to sana’s side, regardless of where she was or what she was doing ♡ often times, you were found in her sweaters or hoodies when you were cold and she could b seen wearing a pair of your pants or a shirt she’d taken a liking to ♡ it felt like a secret only the two of you held — your shared clothes ♡ currently sana had locked herself in a spare studio, hunched over as sheets upon sheets of paper surrounded her ♡ knocking gently, you waltzed in with a snack, a coffee and a bottle of water, setting the treats in front of her with a smile ♡ “need anything else?” ♡ sana was grinning at you gently, eyes creased and hearts popping up where her pupils were as she shook her head. “all good here, yn. thank you <3” ♡ you glanced at the paper in front of her, heart stopping at the words that had been underlined a few times ♡ “plus all my clothes would fit.” ♡ that line was repeated and the words were twisted but the sentient was there — you knew what she meant ♡ it was an inside joke — something the two of you knew and would giggle about and you would dream abt at the end of the day bc nothing would come from sharing clothes ♡ sana didn’t like you like that, why would she? ♡ but her newly written lyrics said otherwise and your mouth was suddenly parched as your eyes stayed cemented to the words in front of you ♡ looking from you to the sheet of lyrics, sana only smiled sheepishly ♡ “we do fit each other’s clothes well, hm?”

best friend!nayeon ♡ singing w the radio

♡ baking w friends is fun!! you get sugary treats and you get to spend time w your favorite people in the world ♡ and ofc with nayeon, you both have matching frilly, fruit themed aprons that really serve no purpose other than to look cute for instagram photos ♡ you shimmied your hips and shoulders while mixing the dry ingredients into the wet as nayeon sprayed a pan with cooking spray, singing along with the radio that was playing ♡ with a giggle, nayeon bumped her hip with yours as the cupcakes were placed into the oven, a timer set as the brownies you’d made earlier were cooling on the stovetop ♡ the song on the radio changed from a fast, poppy tune into something more sultry ♡ with a squeal, nayeon sang along enthusiastically, grabbing your hands to twirl and spin you around the kitchen with her ♡ softly you sang along with her, knowing the song by heart from how often nayeon would play it ♡ somehow her hands ended up on your waist as the second verse hit, spinning you so your back was resting against her chest ♡ as she hummed along to the song now, you could feel the vibrations hit your back and crawl up your spine as chills followed ♡ this hadn’t happened before — nayeon had never been like this before ♡ sure your friendship was full of constant hand holding and hugs that lasted too long and cheeks kisses that brushed a little too close to your lips ♡ but this was something more — something close and intimate that made sweat pile up on your forehead as your hands shook ♡ a flustered giggle escapes your lips as nayeon somehow pulls you even closer, her lips brushing up your neck and to your ear as she sings along ♡ “baby, i insist.” ♡ a squeak crawls up your throat as nayeon loops her arms around your hips, her smile planting itself onto your skin ♡ a sudden ring echoes around the room, trying and failing to destroy the mood ♡ she only tightened her hold on you as she continued to sing along ♡ “yeonnie, need to check on the cupcakes……” ♡ she lets out a sigh that sends another shiver up your back, reluctantly pulling away from you ♡ it’s only when you turn at the sound of a clang that you notice the frown on her pouted lips ♡ wanting to see her smile — the one you thought about and complimented so many times before — you press a quick kiss to nayeon’s lips ♡ her personality shift is sudden as pink flames on her cheeks ♡ “what? you insisted.” ♡ the rest of your night is spent surrounded by brownies and cupcakes as nayeon holds you close, tasting the treats from your own mouth

best friend!lua ♡ truth or dare

♡ let’s get this out of the way — she knew you first and that was something she always reminded everyone of ♡ in your friend group, there was a boy who was openly interested in you and sometimes it seemed like you returned those feelings ♡ but in those fleeting, unsure moments, your eyes locked onto hers and then it started again like a vicious cycle ♡ your friends usually liked to spend time together as a group, going on trips to the movies or camping or whatever they could ♡ this time, they’d decided a picnic would b nice bc it wasn’t too hot for once and the breeze felt just right as you soaked up the sun ♡ as the snacks diminished and drinks were starting to be passed around, doyoung had the idea that a game of truth or dare would b fun ♡ instant disaster for you. ♡ rewind — let’s go back a little bit ♡ you adored lua. you thought she was oh, so pretty with her dimples and long hair and then she cut and dyed her hair and that caused a stronger kind of feeling to run over you ♡ sure, you flirted with w each other, but that’s how your friend group was — everyone was a flirt and everyone was fair game ♡ except sometimes when you flirted with a certain boy — a fairly new addition to the group — lua’s glare burned into you and a jittery, nervous feeling would erupt in you ♡ there was something abt that look — and what she said after ♡ “you shouldn’t date him, you know. i won’t let you.” ♡ it’s not like you actually liked the boy or anything! ♡ but now you kind of wanted to say yes to his constant date invitations just to see what exactly lua would do ♡ back to truth or dare — you knew it would go one of two ways ♡ one, you would b truthful abt your crush on lua and your plan to always make her jealous so she would just make a move already ♡ or two, you’d b dared to accept the boys advances and would have to sorrowfully keep playing along ♡ and sadly you were at the second option ♡ “so? dare to finally go out with me?” ♡ you could only let out a small uh as everyone’s eyes were on you, waiting for an answer ♡ “oh i guess we can go on one date?” ♡ it wasn’t exactly an answer but he perked up anyways, grinning as the rest of the group let out cheers ♡ and then came lua’s turn ♡ “yeah i’ll take truth.” ♡ “say something only your crush would understand.” ♡ your breath caught in your throat as she stared at you — that familiar, yearning glare that ignited this meaner side of you ♡ the side that only smiled at her choice ♡ “i’m gonna steal you from him.” ♡ the group let out immature comments at her word choice, but her eyes stayed on yours ♡ you knew exactly what she meant ♡ and suddenly you couldn’t wait for this supposed date to b ruined

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moguridragon · 2 years

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8th Member All Grown Up - DC Reaction

JiU/Minji

Seeing you everyday had become the norm and she never saw you more than just the little baby of the group. She helped raise you with the rest of your members and you were just this little kid to them. It wasn’t until she was watching you film one of your solo shots for the upcoming comeback. You had worn the matching clothes for Boca and you were really commanding of the camera. She was shocked to see such an aura escape you as you continued on with your part.

“When did she grow up?! She’s just a baby!”

SuA/Bora

Bora had spent most of her days making sure you were completely taken care of. Helping you with homework, cleaning your clothes and making sure you were well fed all the time while you were in school. You saw her as an older sister but sometimes you saw her as a mom and addressed her as such in a joking manner. It wasn’t until you were in the middle of filming a special solo video that she had seen how much you had grown up. You were singing in the small room, singing a love song causing Bora to see you as a much more mature and grown adult rather than the little kid she had raised.

“I used to make her dino nuggets and watch her only eat the heads off of them. What happened?”

Siyeon

She had helped raise you just like the other older girls had. Except she was much more fun than the older girls. She was the one you ran to when you wanted to have fun and the first person you ran to when you were having a bad day. She had trained with you cause you to have a stronger relationship with her and she cherished you just like a sister would. You were in the middle of recording a dance cover with Sooyeon that you barely noticed Siyeon walking in to check on you. She was shocked to see you dancing to Sunmi’s Tail without any kind of awkward emotion. She was happy that you were trying something new, but also a little nervous that you were growing up just a bit too fast.

“Maybe you should just go back to singing and dancing cute covers like before.... You’re still too young for something like this.”

Handong

She had always seen you as a child and especially when you had whined about your stuffed raccoon going missing for over four hours. She was always joking with you that you were a baby (even if you had outgrown her two years ago). You were busy filming your part for BEcause and only some of your members had been watching. Handong watched you carefully, amused with how well you had been holding up. Maintaining the exact feelings and facial expressions that were needed for the music video.

“She’s growing up so fast right now I’m kind of scared what she’ll do next.”

Yoohyeon

From the second you had debuted with them, you had been Yoohyeon’s favorite. She would dote on you and make sure you were always taken care of. She would game with you and pull all nighters with you when it came to your homework or to just pass a level in a game both of you had been playing together. She had always seen you as this little baby and would continue to dote on you until she saw you filming your concert stage which had doubled as your coming of age ceremony. Her eyes were wide when she saw your newly found stage presence, causing her to scream and look away.

“She’s just a baby! She can’t just do this!”

Dami/Yubin

She had silently taken care of you, allowing you to vent to her and be with her when you were feeling down or stressed. She had watched you grow up and made sure you were always well taken care of when the older girls were too tired from intense schedules. She was busy reading her book when she heard her members scream, causing her to look up. She watched you dance and sing effortlessly to Chungha’s Bicycle for tiktok. Her eyes never left while she watched, slowly realizing you weren’t the little baby anymore.

“She’s an adult now.... Why is she an adult?”

Gahyeon

You were both born in the same year, but you were born laer in the year rather than earlier. She would use this against you constantly to get her way, but she still loved taking care of you. (And tease you but Bora said she couldn’t do that without an apology). When you had voiced your opinion about wanting to be more adult like, she had fully backed you and was the sole reason for your little stage during your most recent concert. She smiled while watching you perform the more mature song, hearing her members screaming at your actions.

“I did that! I helped her not be a baby!”

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shuhwaa · 1 year

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Yoohyeon | First time catching her pillow humping [M]

First Times Event Dreamcatcher Yoohyeon x gn!reader words: ~900 genre: smut (sub!Yoohyeon, a bit of voyeurism, some begging & praise, fingering (idol receiving)) warnings: none

(requested)

Author’s note: This was actually a really old request I couldn’t bring myself to delete because I really like the idea but just never got around to writing it… well, until now^^

The quiet moans and sensual sighs you hear upon entering your and your girlfriend’s apartment leave little to the imagination. Not wanting to startle her, you make sure to silently take off your shoes and jacket, placing your bag on the dinner table carefully, before making your way to the bedroom on tiptoes. The door stands slightly ajar, just enough so you could peek inside, and you subconsciously bite your lip at the sight in front of you.

You’ve never seen her like this - on her knees in the middle of your bed, her head thrown back as she desperately tries to keep quiet by biting the back of her hand, and in between her naked thighs there’s a pillow that she’s grinding against. She whines in frustration, and though her back is facing you, you can see the way her face contorts too. You almost find it a little disappointing that her body is covered by a wide dress, but then you remember that you probably shouldn’t secretly spy on her like this.

“Baby,” you call out to her, watching her stop in her tracks and throwing you a look filled with horror.

“I-I’m sorry, I wasn’t-!” she begins blurting out an apology, and with a short laugh you interrupt her, approaching the bed.

“Don’t.” You shake your head and put your index finger over her lips to shut her up. “Did I leave you waiting for too long, babe?” You crawl onto the bed, settling right behind her as you wrap your arms around her slender frame. You don’t hesitate to nestle your face in the crook of her neck after brushing aside some strands of her long hair that were in the way, and you leave a trail of soft kisses on her skin.

“Y/N…” you hear her mutter your name, and as you press your chest up against her back, you can feel her starting to relax in your embrace.

“You must’ve been so desperate…” you whisper in between kisses, and you let your fingertips dance down her body, leaving feathery light touches all over through the thin fabric of the dress. You can feel that she’s not wearing a bra underneath, leaving you to wonder whether she’s in any underwear at all. But for now you decide to go slow, nipping at the skin on her exposed shoulders and making her sigh in response.

“I was,” she admits. “Or I wouldn’t have…” Yoohyeon doesn’t finish her sentence. Sensing how she feels bad for trying to get off without you, you reach for her chin, turning it to the side so you could kiss her. Lips brushing softly against each other, it doesn’t take long for you to deepen the kiss.

“It’s okay,” you say once you part, and you roll your hips against hers from behind in order to make her follow your movements. Slowly, you lead her to grind against the pillow, and the way she whimpers desperately at the friction leaves you to think that she must badly need a release. “I’ll help you out, love.” Through the dress you cup her breasts, applying pressure as you rub your palms around her hard nipples in circles and earning yourself a few breathy moans as she gives herself up to the feeling.

“Is that good?” you ask before scattering some more kisses in her neck and continuously rolling your hips in tune with her.

“Mhmm…” she whines. “M-more…”

“More?” you repeat, lightly pinching her nipples through the dress and making her mewl.

“More.. please…” she continues to beg, and you take one hand away from her chest to let it travel south. Readily lifting up her dress to make it easier for you to slip your fingers underneath it, she keeps whining for more. You smile at her desperation, sinking your teeth into her skin and at the same time starting to run your fingers up and down her folds.

“You like that?” you ask, receiving a moan accompanied by a nod of her head. “Want my fingers inside you so badly?”

“Y-yes,” she replies, pleading. “Am so close… wanna cum on your fingers, baby…” Her words make you hum, and you slip two fingers inside her dripping cunt with ease. Pumping them in and out at a moderate pace, she keeps grinding against your hand as the most beautiful whines fall from her lips. Her clit rubbing against the palm of your hand, you reach deeper inside with each thrust, curling your fingers against that sweet spot inside her to make her go crazy. And when you hear her crying out your name, moaning uncontrollably as she begins to shake, you know she’s almost there.

“That’s my good girl,” you praise her, and with one last roll of her hips you have her tumbling over the edge, feeling her clench around your fingers a few times in a steady rhythm.

As her last aftershocks have passed, you wrap your arms around her and let her fall backwards to lean against you while she’s catching her breath. Pulling out of her to draw circles on the outside of her thigh in soothing motions, you say,

“You feel better now, love?”

“Yeah…” she sighs, eyes closed as she’s still bathing in the blissful feeling her orgasm has left her with.

#dreamcatcher smut #yoohyeon smut #dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher x fem reader #dreamcatcher scenarios #dreamcatcher drabbles #dreamcatcher imagines #yoohyeon x reader #girl group smut #gg smut #girl group x reader #smut

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cosmicdreamt · 8 months

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A platonic kiss (from Rae cuz...friend kiss owo?)

Pick a Kiss Any Kiss ( Accepting ) || @mundanemiseries feat. Raven 8. A Platonic Kiss

"You go through a lot, don't you? It must be hard."

Because when she thinks about it, about what he does, all she can think about is how difficult it must be to be in his position. It was already hard enough for her to accept that she'd not only outlive her loved ones, but that they'd more than likely forget her and her place in their lives due to her new role as a deity.

She can't imagine possibly being the person to help them cross over. Maybe after a while the feeling changes. Maybe there's always a chance of seeing them again. But she's not sure how many times her heart, personally, would be able to handle that type of come and go. Death itself was never something she feared, it was more knowing that someone you loved was no longer there.

Not all souls are reborn quickly. Not al souls are reborn at all. How does someone deal with the ache of forever remembering someone who you'll never see again?

She presses a kiss to the top of his head, a gentle cupping of his face where her hands only simply guide his face to tilt forwards.

"Please know that you're not alone. If you need someone to talk to, or just someone to be there for you, I'm here."

#⋡☆《asks》—tarot readings #⋡☆《ic》—dreamcatcher #⋡☆《main || deity》—stardust in her veins #⋡☆《drabbles》—how is a raven like a writing desk #mundanemiseries #[[ I may or may not have been a little inspired by one of your posts ewe ]]

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hatsumaki45 · 1 year

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JiBo - Un poco de drama

@rebemola-blog Gracia x la solicitud y disculpa x la demora “Algo jibo ya que siyeon se quedó con gahyeon(? Quiero drama pero a la vez no tanta jajaja”

Advertencia, se menciona un desnudo.

- ° . - La vida alrededor de Kim Bora era similar a una telenovela, o al menos lo había sido el último tiempo. Dos meses atrás había caído la bomba: Siyeon estaba saliendo con Gahyeon. Esa maldita mocosa que SuA adoraba le había quitado al amor de su vida, no fue algo que se tomara a la ligera, aunque nadie que tuviera el corazón partido podía simplemente asimilarlo y y a ¿cierto? Fueron tiempos tormentosos, dramáticos, hasta que decidió que era momento de vivir resignada a ese dolor. Siyeon ya había tomado su elección, no podía obligarla a ser su novia -aunque había encontrado dos o tres formas en una noche de llanto y negación-. Sabía que merecía conocer a alguien que la quisiera de verdad, solo por ser ella misma, merecía enamorarse de esa chica, que debía ser increíblemente atractiva, con una personalidad salvaje y que desafiara al mundo con su sola existencia... Algo así fue lo que ella imaginó que sería su próxima enamorada, pero acabó llamándole la atención la chica que, sí era mucha más que atractiva, más de salvaje y desafiante tenía poco. De hecho ni siquiera era un personaje nuevo en su vida, era el conejito suave y adorable que pasaba todos los mediodías a verificar que comiera entre sesiones de baile. Todo había sido natural, tan progresivo y malditamente suave que no podía decir un momento exacto en el que se había enamorado de JiU. No había un detalle que le hubiera detonado el mundo de una forma arrasadora, pero era posible que aceptar almorzar juntas más seguido colaborara en ello. Al contrario de la loba, todo alrededor de JiU se sentía relajante, era la comodidad que conocía de años, eran las dulces palabras de aliento que su líder le brindaba cuando los miedo le ganaba, saber que era trasparente y no tenía que estar adivinando lo que JiU quería o sentía. De hecho fue la mas alta quien inició esa incomoda conversación que estaba evitando hacía una semana, justo después de que un incidente en el pasillo de la residencia las delatara a ambas. Eran adultas y sus mentes trabajaron muy rápido para envolverlas en un drama casi peliculesco: JiU había quedado como Dios la trajo al mundo, SuA no pudo evitar mirarla de pies a cabeza. Y, sí, sabía que su amiga tenía un cuerpo espectacular, pero saberse disfrutando de la vista y de las mejilla sonrosadas de JiU no fue igual a cuando Yoohyeon se paseaba por la habitación tentándola a agarrarle una nalga. De hecho, ni siquiera había sido lo primero que se le cruzó por la cabeza, ella quería besarla y ver cómo reaccionaba. Últimamente era lo único en su cabeza, y esa parecía la ocasión por excelencia, aunque no fuera tierno como había creído. ED iba a hacerlo, en verdad estuvo a punto de tomarla por las mejillas y-... No contaba con que sería JiU quien acabara con la distancia y envolviera sus manos alrededor de la pequeña cintura de Bora. Porque ella también imaginaba cosas, aun más el ultimo tiempo que pasaban tiempo juntas... Se había vuelto difícil de manejar. Pero al final nada pasó, el panel de la puerta de entrada rompió la tensa burbuja, las avergonzó de sus deseos, las hizo temer, especialmente a la que había quedado desnuda. Y una semana después de eso, finalmente lograron ponerlo en palabras. Se amaban, como mucho más que simples amigas y estaban dispuestas a intentarlo. —De hecho, no solo vamos a intentarlo —aseguró la más baja—. Vamos a hacer que funcione. JiU no pudo evitar sonreír ante lo dicho, la determinación en SuA era arrasadora y eso le encantaba.

#dreamcatcher #jibo #sua #jiu #drabble #amor

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hwabyul4wheesun · 1 month

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#hwa’s poll #oneshots #twice #drabble #mamamoo #dreamcatcher #gidle #im nayeon #kinktober #thoughts #park jihyo

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panda-writes-kpop · 2 months

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What does a demon and a function have in common? (You can test both of their limits!) - l. yb.

a/n: happy dami day! i know the timeline of this fic is messy, but just pretend that it's all okay and I will too :) also I wrote this because I was trying to understand my feelings as an aroace person towards love and I'm still really confused... but at least we got a good fic out of it! ❤️

tw: demons, undefined magic, lots of mentions of death, implied aroace! reader, a bit of religious trauma

word count: 2.6k

summary: you're in distress over your math homework and the pretty demon that helps you with it, and you're reluctant to let your heart do the talking since it ended pretty badly for your friend and her demon companion.

related fics: Demon! SuA - Tainted Love

♡ Masterlist ♡

You shouldn't do this.

You glare at the leather-bound book in front of you as you furiously erase another answer from your sheet of scratch paper. The book was a gift from a friend, one that had struggled with a demonic relationship before.

You hadn't heard from them in a year and a half, and from what you heard from mutual friends, they weren't doing too well. Although you weren't positive that the book was bad news, you had never seen your friend so desperate to remove an object from their grasp.

After doing a bit of research, you realized that it was a cursed tome. There were seven different markings on the cover, which meant that seven different demons were tied to the book. Luckily, only one had been released when your friend had opened the book.

Now, you had to be the one to safeguard it. To make sure that no one would ever be hurt by the book again.

But, as you stare at your Calculus homework, you realize that you have no idea what you're fucking doing. And at 10 p.m. the night before an exam, the tutoring center is closed and the professor is probably counting sheep while their students are stressing out.

You're well aware that it's a stupid, very dumb, unintelligent idea to open a cursed book in order to understand Calculus, but what other choice do you have? Do you fail this exam then fail the class, which would put you a year behind?

What would your peers say?

What would your family say?

A shiver down your back, from the looming threat of parental disappointment, causes you to drop your pencil and reach for the book. Your hand gently traces the seven etchings on the cover, and you notice that one isn't filled in with color.

The demon that took my friend away.

You really shouldn't be doing this.

You think about the laundry list of concepts that you have to master by 10 a.m. tomorrow, and your decision has never been easier.

I'd rather stick my hand in an open flame than do another problem with no help.

When you open the book, you realize that you're blissfully unaware of how to summon a demon. Do you say a bunch of random words in Latin? Do you do a little hand motion? Do you need an offering?

You decide that your best option at summoning a demon that won't smite you immediately is to plead with the book.

Because desperate never goes out of style.

“Listen, I don't know who I'm talking to, if I'm even talking to anyone in the first place. I'm having a problem. …Well, it's not a ‘the fate of the world rests in your hands’ type of problem, but I still could use some help.”

An orange trail of smoke leaves the book in your hands and swirls like a tornado in an empty spot in your living room. Objects start flying around because of the tailwind, and you have to duck before you take a pencil to the eyeball.

“Who knew Calculus homework could be deadly?” You joke as you try to not think about the magnitude of the situation that you're in. You haven't even met the demon yet, and the smoke that it creates(?) it is trying to kill you.

Not a good sign.

Once your apartment is messy enough for your demon of choice, the book in your hands shuts itself as the orange smoke starts to dissipate.

You set the book aside as you gawk at the woman- no, demon that stands in your living room.

She's dressed in all black, ready to go to a funeral.

You just have to hope that it's not yours.

“How can I assist you?” She softly asks in a semi-uninterested voice.

“I need help with Calculus.” You blurt out as she clocks her head at you.

“I beg your pardon?”

This demon was exceptionally smart, which was good for your tired, mortal mind. She also didn't kill you on the spot - a good thing, you assume, unless the murder is waiting for you on the other side of the Calculus homework.

She was taken aback by your request, staring at you in utter surprise until she joined your side and helped you with your homework.

Her voice was gentle and smooth, and you would've fallen asleep if you weren't thinking about being killed in your sleep.

“Thanks.” You rub your eyes as you set the pencil down as you check your phone for the time.

You're proud of yourself for putting your phone on dark mode (you've flash-banged yourself in the past, it's a one time mistake) as you realize that it's only one in the morning. With a few hours of sleep and a large container of your favorite caffeinated drink, you'd be fine for your exam.

“Is that all you needed? …A bit of guidance with math?” The woman sitting beside you is in disbelief as you nod your head.

“Is there something wrong with that?” You joke, momentarily forgetting that she's a demon.

“Forgive me, but the people who usually hold the tome are more demanding… and a lot less cute.”

“Okay, back into the book you go.” You toss the book her way before trying to hide her embarrassment.

She chuckles softly before running her fingers over the spine.

“You have no idea how any of this works, right?”

“Uh-huh.” You nod your head before starting to put your school stuff away.

“Right, right.” Her eyes meet yours for a moment. “Dami.”

“Huh?” You tilt your head at her, but she snaps her fingers and disappears with the book in an instance.

Well, that damn book is out of my sight and I now have a chance to pass my Calc exam. I'll take that as a win-win.

You don't remember climbing into bed last night (this morning? The days are blending together at this point).

Before leaving your apartment, you say a small prayer before grabbing your pick-me-up of choice from the fridge. You might have this exam on lock.

As you walk to class, you recite Calculus formulas in your head. Partial derivatives swirl around your mind along with the thought of the mysterious woman.

Dami?

She's not a directional derivative, so you should focus on something else.

You, at least, had the demon situation under control.

This semester, you officially renounced your academic weapon status; instead, you were an academic victim. Although you most definitely messed up the first problem (why do all of the problems have the same wording yet completely different solutions?), you had the rest of it down.

Your confidence evaporated when the two classmates behind you started discussing their answers and got completely different answers to you.

Maybe another semester here wouldn't be so bad?

“You did fine.”

You jump as your eyes lock with the demon from the night before.

“Sorry, sorry.” You apologize to the two people behind you as you step to the side to speak with Dami. “I like your confidence in me, and I wish I had a fraction of it for myself.”

“There's nothing wrong with having a little pride.” She shrugs as the doors to the lecture hall open.

“Well, at least there's another exam a few weeks after spring break.” Ryujin shrugs before closing the door and walking towards you. “How'd the exam go for you?”

“It was okay.” You softly shrug as you glance between Dami and Ryujin.

“You're too humble for how smart you are.” Ryujin scoffs before turning to Dami. “You new here?”

“I'm just visiting someone.” Dami winks at you, and your eyes avert her gaze afterwards.

Ryujin sighs before adjusting her backpack and clearing her throat.

“They're not interested in guys or girls…. or anyone, for that matter.”

You playfully smack Ryujjn's shoulder before she pretends to be in extreme pain from the hit.

“It's not an absolute thing. I'll know if there's someone I'm interested in.” You nonchalantly say as Ryujin checks her smart watch.

“Oh shit, I've got class in fifteen minutes halfway across campus. See ya!” Ryujin waves to you both before offering a nod to Dami. “Nice to meet you.”

She runs off in another direction as your attention turns to Dami.

“Why are you here, if you don't mind me asking?”

“I haven't been out of that book for centuries. I just wanted to see how humans lived.” Dami folds her arms before walking to you. “The world is so much different… better, if you ask me.”

“You're not like any demon I've heard of.” You blurt out before biting your tongue. “Sorry, that's probably really mean to say-”

“It's okay, and to be honest, I'd be surprised if I was like any other demon that you met. Not all demons fall from the sky, you know.”

It's been three hours, and you're still trying to come to terms with the fact that Dami’s a fallen angel. Who says that to someone after only two interactions with them?

Dami, apparently, because she's been watching you like a hawk as you sit across from her in the campus library.

“You think of me differently, don't you?”

You don't look up from your computer as you tap your pencil against the desk three times.

Click. Click. Click.

“I don't.” You calmly say before writing an equation in your notebook. “I should be honest with you, though, since you were honest with me. It's only fair.”

You pause for a moment as Dami folds her arms and leans against the chair. She's trying to remain cool, but a small twitch in her left eye tells you that she's more interested than she appears to be.

It's cute.

“I had a friend who summoned a demon from that book… I don't know her name, and I don't want to. She ruined my friend’s life, Dami.” You explain your friend’s story, going through agonizing detail as told through their family and other friends.

You have to pause once to wipe your tears, and Dami offers a comforting hand as the other drops to her side. You, albeit hesitantly, take it.

She should be cold like ice- undead, unfeeling. But there's some sort of warmth in her touch that can't be explained by the hellfire that she resides in.

Perhaps she's already gotten attached to you. You feel it too, you want to trust her. Can you, though?

She hasn't torn your arm off yet, so you're starting off on the right foot.

Trauma dumping counts as bonding, right?

You bite your lip before shaking your head, feeling the uncertainty of everything crash against you. What are you doing, trusting a demon that hurt someone that you care deeply about?

I can't do this.

“I should go.” You pull your hand out of her grasp as you quickly try to pack your things up. “I'm sorry, I'm probably shit-talking one of your friends that you've known for centuries.”

As you reach for your pencil, Dami grabs your wrist.

“I can't promise that I'm a ‘good’ demon or person,” She softly exhales before looking in your eyes, “but I won't betray you. Not now. Not ever.”

Something pounds, but it's not your head, swimming from the thoughts of your friends and the demon in front of you.

It comes from deep inside you, a feeling that you thought would be forever foreign to you. A magical feeling that “normal” people got to feel. The thing that makes them human, after all.

Your heart pounds.

This isn't you. You need to leave. Now.

Without exchanging another word, you run off into the afternoon light. You know she might follow you, but you hope she'll give you some space.

I hope she doesn't hate me.

You need to get a grip, and fast, before you rock the boat that's been steadily keeping you afloat for years.

Five hours. That's the longest you can last in a little internet cafe before you put your tail between your legs and head home. You know Dami will be there, and you don't want to sleep on a park bench, so home it is.

Will she be mad at me?

Who cares? You're not in love with her, you just like her.

As a friend.

As someone you can hang out with.

Someone to share secrets with.

Friends can kiss, right?

You've known her for less than twenty-four hours. You need to find where your sense of reality has gone and reclaim it before you head into your apartment.

But the key is already in your hand.

Your feet walk up the stairs without your brain telling them to.

You unlock your apartment door to see someone quietly sitting on your couch - the same spot where she helped you with your math homework.

Your stomach and heart fill with dread as you slowly take off your shoes.

She's been kind to you, and you ran off because you were upset about your own feelings.

You felt like a petulant child.

“I'm sorry for running off. I got upset thinking about my friend, and I should have talked through my feelings like a fucking adult. You're not like the other demon, just as I'm not like my friend. Feeling trapped by someone else’s opinions of you is rough,” You toss the keys on the counter before shedding your coat, “trust me, I know.”

Dami looks back to you, and the moonlight casts her in an angelic glow - she was ethereal and you didn't doubt that she was once an angel. You'd be more surprised if she wasn't one of God’s favorites.

Why was she here, instead of in the sky?

You don't want to pry, but Dami’s the first one to walk towards you.

“I was worried about you,” She softly admits, “a demon, a former angel, a creature much older than you could comprehend, was worried about the safety of a mortal.”

When she is close enough for you to reach out for her, she reaches out her hand.

“I'm not an evil demon or a perfect angel. But I can promise you-”

“I think I like you.” The words spill out of your lips before you can truly think about what you're saying. “I mean, of course I like you, but it's not how I've liked anyone before. I like Ryujin as a friend, she's nice to me and we get lunch sometimes. But you… you're different. And being different scares me. It's not just because you're a demon, it's who you are. It wouldn't matter if you were a demon, angel, or human because I'd still feel the same way.”

You pause to take a breath.

“I'm not normal, and I'm probably not like any human you've met. I don't want a traditional romance with a wedding or kids. I don't want physical intimacy with someone who won't appreciate me. Hell, I don't even know if I want a partner half of the time. The only thing I know,” You take her hand before pulling Dami closer, “is that I want you to be by my side. As a friend or as something more. Whatever we will be, I know we'll figure it out together.”

“I want you by my side as well.” She softly mutters as you place your forehead against hers.

You're both quiet as you envelope yourselves in the serene environment that you've created.

“So, do I meet your devilish friends now, or do I have to take you to dinner first?”

Dami laughs warmly before pulling you close to her.

“Whatever you want.”

You're in deep. She has in her talons sunk deep under your skin, in less than a day.

She could betray you.

You had to learn how to trust her.

And in time, you will.

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