Dreamcatcher Imagines

𝘆𝗼𝗼𝗵𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗻 | sweet relief

Reader Is: Younger Eighth Member
Categories: Smut
Preferences: Switch (Yoohyeon, Reader)
Summary: Yoohyeon helps the reader ease some of her stress and exhaustion.

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Sure, your day had been filled with fun and games. Shooting some promo for your new album was always up your alley – after all, it was one of the things that you had always thought about when you dreamed of being an idol. As was typical, you had shared plenty of laughter and smiles with your bandmates all afternoon. But when one of them in particular looked the way that she did, all that you wanted to do was get back to the dorm.

It was dark in the back row of the car, which was precisely why you headed for it. You sprawled out as far as the constraints of the vehicle's various safety mechanisms would let you, only allowing just enough room for Kim Yoohyeon to stretch out beside you.

Her hand found your thigh and her long ponytail swished against your ear as she leaned close. "You look like you could use some relief right now, babe."

"God, I would love that," you muttered. Just a waft of Yoohyeon's sandalwood perfume was enough to activate the part of your brain that always seemed to go fuzzy around her. Her soft fingertips rubbing your skin was only furthering the dizzying feeling.

You sighed as you leaned back against the seat, letting your head fall towards Yoohyeon's. Her gentle brown eyes met yours briefly before they settled on your lips, and she licked her own rosy ones subconsciously before she replied.

"I could help with that, you know."

A smirk played on the corners of your mouth. "Think you can wait until we get home?"

Yoohyeon shook her head to the negative.

That wasn't the answer that you expected. Your question was originally intended to be rhetorical, but Yoohyeon was already grabbing a blanket from the basket on the floor of the car and spreading it over your lap. One quick glance ahead told her that the driver and members alike were all distracted, either talking amongst themselves or blocking their ears from said conversations with headphones. The privacy shades were drawn on the windows, cloaking passerby from you and you, them. As far as you and Yoohyeon were concerned, you were the only ones in the world.

You hummed as the older girl captured your lips between hers. She didn't waste any time slipping her tongue into your mouth, intent on exploring every inch of you. You knew from experience that she would leave nothing untouched.

Her supple lips felt incredible against your own. You wanted desperately for them to be against a more sensitive place of yours, yet she tasted lavishly sweet, and you couldn't get enough of savoring her.

But you weren't disappointed when Yoohyeon finally took her attention lower, kissing along your jawline and neck. In response, you tangled your hands in her multitoned hair, twirling its silky length between your fingers. You rewarded her actions generously with quiet moans and whimpers alike. You wanted to give her everything that you could.

As did she, you. Yoohyeon's slender fingers fidgeted hurriedly with your pants closure until she was granted enough access to slip two digits between your panties and burning skin.

Once more, Yoohyeon's lips met yours. Her intent was refocused on muffling your moans instead of working you up. Your body was doing that of its own accord just from her outfit – or perhaps it was the way that she swung one leg over your lap and used it to pull you closer.

Yoohyeon's fingers swirled fluidly over your clit with an ease that you hadn't expected from her. She was usually a little more hesitant, but it seemed that she didn't have time for nerves at the moment. You were too close to the dorms already for that.