Dreamcatcher Imagines

𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗶 | one more time

Reader Is: Same Age Eighth Member
Categories: Romance
Summary: Dami and the reader get distracted whilst practicing their Special Clip cover.

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It was another late work day. The practice room was empty besides you and Lee Dami. Even Kim SuA had left half an hour ago, but you were determined to rehearse your upcoming Special Clip choreography just one more time.

At least, that was what you kept telling yourself and Dami. It's what you had been saying for the past forty-five minutes as you kept your cover of Shutdown by Moonbyul and Seori on repeat over the speakers.

"We can get this part down tonight, I know we can," you panted, your hands on your knees as you looked up at Dami in a manner that you hoped came across as persuading. She didn't look so convinced. "Come on, just one more time."

Dami sighed. "Just one, right?" She has been asking that for the past forty-five minutes, too. You were lying to each other, and you knew it. But you were both determined, although you could see Dami's energy fading quickly. You needed to think of a way to get it back, and you needed to do it fast.

"Yeah. How about this?" you asked. "Let's take turns just doing our own parts one at a time. That way, we each get a break, and we can point out things to each other that we haven't noticed while doing it together."

Dami nodded eagerly. "Okay, that sounds good. I can go first."

"Really?" you asked in surprise. "Great!"

You hopped up on one of the chairs against the back wall of the practice room and restarted the song at Dami's cue, kicking your legs up and placing your hands behind your head. It was a sexy song, and you had full intentions to enjoy the show.

You just weren't quite prepared for how much Dami wanted you to enjoy it. When you realized that she was going to face you instead of the mirrors, your jaw dropped. You don't think that it closed for the rest of the song.

Yes, of course, you knew that Dami was Dreamcatcher's lead dancer, so she was great to watch. But suddenly you understood just how all of your InSomnia felt as Dami ran her hands all over her slim body, her full lips mouthing the undeniably alluring lyrics, her chocolate eyes drilling into you with utter seduction as if you were the only person in the world.

Sweat began to form on the palms of your clenched hands as Dami ran her fingers through her long hair, throwing her head back for effect. She had given up on doing the real choreography halfway through the song. "Dami, please," you whispered as she she got closer to you, running her hands across her chest. You didn't even know what you were begging for – asking her to stop or to keep going. You reached out for her, just wanting to feel any part at all of her, but she dodged your hand, using your outstretched arm to pull you to your feet instead.

Dami's strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your body so close to hers that you could feel her pounding heart. You swallowed hard as she grabbed your chin, and you could tell that she was completely immersed in the song – or so you thought. "I'm done with this," Dami murmured in your ear. You were about to ask what she was done with when she swept you into her arms and her lips found your neck, her motions quick and desperate.

You clutched Dami's shoulders tightly and wrapped your legs around her slim waist, whimpering as your fingers ran over her strained muscles. The black sports bra that she was wearing covered little, allowing you as much access as you wished for. You let your hands slide down her back for a brief moment as you pressed your body against hers, relishing the feeling of her soft skin. A quick glance in the mirror at your reddened face and tousled hair told you that Dami already had you looking like a mess. Seeing the reflection of her head pressed against your neck made you whimper, and you immediately knew that you would never forget that image. Then the tips of her long fingers suddenly slipped just under the hem of your tiny dance shorts.

You gasped so loudly that Dami quickly shifted you downwards, almost dropping you in the process, to look at your expression in alarm as she suddenly realized what she had been doing. Although there had been some unspoken tension between you two after Dami had once walked into the dorm that was supposed to be empty and heard more from you than she had intended to, she had never acted on anything before.

Dami was quickly realizing that your actions could have indicated discomfort, so she removed her hands from around your waist at once, holding them at her sides as her eyes grew wide with nervousness.

You paused for a brief moment as the song began once again on its loop. Then you smiled, beckoning Dami closer with two fingers. "One more time."

Dami didn't bother to take you back to the dorms. She hardly even waited to make sure that you wouldn't fall off when she tossed you onto the couch, and she certainly wasn't about to waste time taking off your clothing. She saw it fit to simply pull down what she needed to for easier access, and you gasped as her hands suddenly found what they were looking for.

Dami smirked as her hungry eyes met your own. "Just one, right?"