Dreamcatcher One Shots / Imagines

Yoohyeon ☆ In Your Dreams

Pairing: Yoohyeon x Fem!Reader

Warnings / Misc. -- Smut

Word Count: 2,273

Summary: When a 2AM knock came at your door during one of the season's most torrential downpours, you never expected to find her, of all people, standing on your porch and looking so desperate.

A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry for the wait, but here's the Yooh smut I promised :) Siyeon is next, so keep an eye out for that <3

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"Yoohyeon?" You gaped, shock evident in your tone as you lowered the television remote in your hand (which you had been fully prepared to use as a weapon, had she been anyone else). You quickly sat it down on the table by the door and peered at her, full of concern.

Her clothes were completely sodden - every fiber of them packed full of chilly rainwater as they clung tightly to her - and you had to make a conscious effort to not stare at the expanse of skin that her partially unbuttoned shirt exposed.

The dark cover of night behind her was disrupted by the house lights of the neighborhood - all switched on, acting as little beacons of hope through the raging storm. A large flash of lightning came, too, streaking sharply against the brooding clouds above.

"What are you doing here?" Your wide eyes darted across her features, searching for an explanation, but she shied away for some reason and failed to utter more than a quiet word here or there.

When a clap of thunder rang out mere seconds later, she tensed slightly, still shivering from the cold.

You shook your head at her odd behavior but reached out, nonetheless, and pulled her inside.

Perhaps a little shelter from the elements would open her up.

Water cascaded freely off of her, dripping down onto your floors and filling your foyer with its quiet sounds as you quickly shut and locked the door. You approached her again and moved her closer to the nearby vent that blew wondrous, warm air into the open space, silently hoping that it could work some magic.

But even once you gave her time to acclimate and returned your gaze to hers, she continued to avoid it.

Curious, you took it upon yourself to reach up and cup her cheeks, coaxing her into letting you see her.

When you did, something clicked. Only then did you really take in the full sight of her.

A vibrant blush painted her cheeks, and her pupils were blown wide as she peered back at you. Beneath the mussed, white, now practically see-through button up she had on, a set of dark lingerie showed, complimenting her tanned skin beautifully. One of the lacy straps of it had long ago fallen off of her shoulder, and her breast was close to showing because of that. The lines of her abs were visible as well, and every movement she made was full of some kind of alluring, restrained tension.

Like it was killing her not to reach out and touch you.

Her bottom lip was rosy and swollen, due to her habit of biting it when she gets aroused.

"I had a dream about you," she admitted, like she couldn't hold it in anymore. Her breathing was a bit quicker than normal - less stable.

You were her best friend; she couldn't believe she was about to do something like this.

Her drenched clothes, paired with the warm air that felt its way up her body, created a tantalizing mix of sensations that caused goosebumps to arise; and your hands on her only multiplied them even more. She almost couldn't stand it.