Dreamcatcher Imagines | Female Reader

It's casual, right? |🌙

"Hey sorry, forgot my phone." Siyeon jogs over to your side of the room. You and Dami sitting in silence as you both wait for her to leave.

"Everything okay? Shit did I interrupt something?"

"No don't worry, I was just telling this kid something."

"Ah right, sorry I'll leave quickly."

"Actually, Siyeon?"

"Yeah?"

"I uh," Dami walks over to the blonde, pulling her to the corner of the room to whisper. "I think you should talk to her. There's something she wants to say but she's too scared. I know you'll get her to say whatever it is. When she does, just listen. Don't talk until she's finished."

You sit against the wall on Dami's bed, trying hard to figure out what they're saying, after a minute you give up and grab a pair of headphones from Dami's bedside table, pressing play on your favourite playlist and closing your eyes, relaxing against the hard wall.

Half way through the first song you feel taps on your thigh. You can already tell who did it. Siyeon.

"Hey dork, can we talk?" She asks with a crooked smile, you can tell she's nervous, but what about?

You look behind her to see Dami walking out of the room.

"Did you kick her out of her own room again?" You joke, trying to shift the sudden change in the air. Everything around you suddenly feels heavy.

"She offered to leave, let's sit on your bed. You know, to make sure you're fully comfortable."

As she drags you across the room she begins undressing as soon as you sit down, you watch her with a confused look painted across your face.

"Before we talk can we just do this again?"

"Uh yeah sure, let me just-"

"I want you on top." You freeze, your hands suddenly shaking as you grip the button on your shirt.

For the 5 years that you've been doing this Siyeon has never sounded so... Desperate. So scared.

And you have never been on top. You've never been comfortable doing so and she knows. So she must be desperate if she's asking.

"I know you don't like it, just do what you normally do when your underneath me. Maybe you'll even feel a little more comfortable when you get the hang of it. I just..." She climbs on the bed, pulling you onto her lap.

"Siy?"

"Just this once, please." She whispers. You nod slowly, helping her to lay against your many cushions, pushing some out of the way so she can be comfortable.

"Just tell me if you want to stop, okay? We really don't have to do it like this. Even if I want this, we can stop."

"No it's okay, just give me a sec." You brush her hair behind her ear, her hands gripping your waist tightly.

She has never looked like this in all of the years you have known her. She looks vulnerable. Yet still in power somehow.

"You know you can tell me to stop too right?"

"I know, but don't. Please."

It doesn't take long for her to finish. Something that clearly shocks both of you. Even the way she holds you close feels different somehow.

She has always rolled onto her back and pulled you on top whenever she comes, but this time it's different. The way she whimpers desperately into your ear, the loud moans you have to muffle to the best of your ability. The way she kisses you as she comes down is softer than normal.