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mashup-writing · 1 year ago

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How Suyaeon would react to Y/N feeling left out of the relationship

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Summary: It's not always sunshine and rainbows in a relationship, there's a close bond between Sua and Siyeon which comes from them being cut from the same cloth- Y/N can't help but feel like an outlier.

"Ikaw pa rin ang pipiliin ko."

"You're still the one I'll choose."

Requested? ☑

Genre: Fluff, Smidge of Angst

Warnings: Insecurities, Self-doubt

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At the start you simply assumed that it'll take time for her to bombard you with energy like she does Siyeon.

Time passes but you're proven wrong, as four months in and she still doesn't get as hyper with you as she does with Siyeon.

You can't help but feel as if there's a barrier between you and Sua that you'll never manage to overcome.

At first it stings your skin when she touches you, lacking the energy that she does with Siyeon.

Eventually the sting deepens into your heart, and it collects instead of fading.

Siyeon is the first to notice.

For a while the wolf thinks that it's just her overthinking tendencies that's playing tricks on her.

Then Sua jumps her with a hug only to pull away and gently hug you, Siyeon doesn't fail to notice how your shoulders are sagged after the hug ends.

That doesn't mean that Sua is unatentive towards you.

She just has the tendency to believe that people have the courage she does when it comes to being up front.

In Sua's eyes, she's making it easier for you to be around her.

She knows that her hyperactivity has the tendency to tire people out regardless of whether they're introverted or extroverted.

One day after practice, Siyeon tells the rest of the members that she and Sua need to stay behind to polish up some moves.

Sua thinks nothing of it. She's always happy to get a bit more practice in.

She is after all one of the main dancers for the group.

She's confused when Siyeon doesn't move towards the speakers but towards her instead.

Siyeon wraps her up in a tight hug and something about it feels off. She's about to shrug the intuition off when Siyeon breaks away and something in the other girl's eyes proves her feeling right.

Sua's senses could never have predicted what she was about to hear.

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Y/N steps out of the bathroom feeling tired but refreshed. Gahyeon waves at the youngest member from the couch with a cup of instant ramen in her hands, the other girl scoots over as You roll your eyes while making your way over to her.

"Unnie, what are you doing eating that when Handong unnie made dinner for tonight?"

Gahyeon blushes before scrambling to defend herself.

"Hey! I'll have you know that I asked her if it's okay if I have this for dinner tonight! It's human nature to crave something you like you know!"

You stand up with a shake of your head, preparing to run away as soon as you can before ruffling her damp hair with a laugh. "That's for rejecting Handong unnie's food!" You turn around to run as Gahyeon's shriek fills the living room but you're not fast enough to avoid Gahyeon's revenge seeking hand, which yanks the towel wrapping your hair off your head before she throws it back at you.

The girl's got spectacularly bad aim however, as the balled up towel soars past your head and hits Yoohyeon's face instead. The blonde haired member shrieks, demanding to know why there was suddenly rendered blind with a damp thing clinging to her face.

Jiu laughs at what has transpired before Handong peeks out from the kitchen and announces that dinner's ready. Leading to your leader to clap her hands and announce that she's going to go call the other members to the dining area.

Gahyeon saunters to the kitchen on high alert, Yoohyeon keeping an eye on the younger member with your offending towel in her hands.

"You wouldn't swing at someone with ramen soup in theur hand, would you?" Asks Gahyeon before she brandishes the ramen cup infront of her. Yoohyeon squints, seeming to consider her next words before she eventually says no.

You shake your head in mirth before following behind the two, paying Handong a compliment and your thanks for the dinner. Your mood brightened and your insecurities forgotten for a while.

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"... Hello?"

"... Hi..."

"What is all this?"

You're tackled from the side in a hug. You turn your head to see Sua clinging to your side with a squeal, you're definitely not complaining but you also definitely want an explanation.

Siyeon tapes the last remaining length of fairy lights onto the top of your bunk before she crawls out of the tiny space, looking like she doesn't know what to say to explain what's happening.

Sua kicks the door behind you closed before breaking your hug and taking a breath to calm herself down. She transforms from the excitable puppy you see her as when she's with Siyeon, so a sheepish and apologetic looking version of herself. She surveys the room for a moment, before steeling her nerves. She holds a hand out and it takes you a moment to realize that she's reaching for your hand, not Siyeon's.

Sua tries to mask the hurt in her eyes when she realizes your conclusion.

You know people though, a performer she might be but the people you take the time to know can never hope to hide emotions from you when you look at their eyes. So you take her hand and place a kiss on each of her knuckles before gesturing for her to speak.

"I'm sorry for hurting you-"

You open your mouth to assure her that you know she didn't really mean to, but she beats you to the punch.

"I may not have meant to, but that doesn't excuse the fact that I did anyways. You're not always quiet, but you're a calm person and I thought you would've preferred me to be subdued around you for lack of a better word."

Siyeon wraps her arms around you from behind, resting her chin on your shoulder and you're glad she did. The tension in your body that you didn't know was there dissipates with the presence of her touch.

"I realise now that I should've asked you at the start if you'd prefer that I be calm around you or if you'd like me to just be as chaotic as I normally am instead of assuming what you would've wanted for yourself and in our relationship. I was out of place and I'm sorry it took me a long time to realise that."

Sua's hand in yours tightens its hold and you drop your gaze to find that her free hand is trembling by her side. You reach for it, pulling her close to you and placing a lingering kiss on her cheek before wrapping her up in a hug and peppering her face in short kisses.

Sua laughs, shrill and breaking in her excitement. She lets go of your hands to enclose both you and Siyeon in a bear hug, lifting you both off of the floor for a moment before her hug tightens even more.

You laugh along with your girlfriends as the irony hits you when Siyeon tells Sua to calm down unless she wishes to snap both your spines.

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"This isn't working, is it?"

Silence greets your question for a moment, then Siyeon moves from her spot on your right.

"No, half my ass is hanging off of the bed."

You and Sua share a laugh before three of you immediately get up from your bunk. Sua moves the laptop off your lap, pausing the movie before getting to work on moving the snacks to a safe area as Siyeon takes the job of laying a blanket down on the floor of your shared room while you take all the pillows from your beds to lay them on the blanket.

Jiu cracks your door open the next morning to find the three of you sound asleep and cuddling on the floor.

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A/N: This took me a whole day. To the anon who requested this, I accidentally deleted your ask in a draft (Of all things) that I published before proof reading so I apologize for that!

I hope y'all will like this work despite it being written an exercise for me to get back into the swing of things.

Song Insp. for this work: Cup of Joe - Ikaw Parin Ang Pipiliin Ko

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ot7stan4life · 10 months ago

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Maison

Siyeon (Dreamcatcher) x Female Reader

(1 part - completed ✅)

Word Count: 1435

Summary: After a concert in your home country, you are reminded of the sacrifices you were forced to make to become an idol and begin to doubt your decision. All it takes is a warm embrace and a few comforting words from one of the women you love to remind you that you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

Warnings: angst, brief implications of homophobia, fluff

The plain hotel room that greeted us when we got back from the concert venue was quiet and dark. I left it that way, just taking a seat in the far corner of the room, letting out a sigh when I was finally off my feet. Without a word, Siyeon slipped into the bathroom and I heard the shower turn on not long after. For the next fifteen minutes, I stayed there, listening to the muffled sound of running water and allowing my mind to wander.

Touring was one of my favorite things I did as an idol. But it wasn't always as enjoyable as it should've been. The shows were fun, but those long periods in between concerts gave me too much time to think. Too much time to realize that I had less freedom as an idol. It had always been my dream to become a singer, but I never fully considered what I'd have to give up in order to fulfill that dream. Now I often wondered if it was even worth it.

Especially here in my home country where I'm reminded by the fans' unapologetic personalities of what I gave up. Had I stayed here and chosen any other profession, I wouldn't have to hide such a big part of myself. I'd be free to be who I was and live the way I wanted without fear. It was different for the other members because they grew up having to act that way. For me, it was still hard to adjust. And it hurt having to pretend.

My thoughts brought on an unavoidable feeling of stress that made my cheeks burn and I felt the need to get some fresh air. So, I stepped through the sliding glass door to the balcony and leaned over the metal railing, enjoying the feeling of the summer breeze gliding across my face. I was up high enough that the street noise was muffled by the wind. It was peaceful, but it made me feel lonely. As I took in the soft white surface of the moon, I couldn't help but feel trapped by my situation and wonder whether anyone else could possibly understand this feeling.

As if my negative thoughts were loud enough to hear, I felt arms wrap around me from behind only minutes later. At first I was startled by the sudden contact, momentarily forgetting I wasn't alone, but eventually I leaned back into her touch with a heavy sigh, knowing it was Siyeon. She put her head on my shoulder, her nose almost touching my left cheek, and I let my hands rest on top of hers. Being in her arms instantly made me feel better. It felt like her way of reminding me that I really wasn't alone.

"What's on your mind, jagi?" Siyeon whispered softly near my ear. The pet name made my heart flutter but the clear concern in her tone brought the negative emotions back. I hated feeling this way. Not just because it sucked feeling so lost, but because I hated making her feel helpless.

Sighing again, I looked out over the city wishing that everything was different. "I'm just wondering if I made the right choice becoming an idol."

I wanted to pretend that I was here in my hometown with Siyeon—not for a concert, not because we were idols in the same group—but because I invited her here on a trip to do something normal, like meet my family or go visit my favorite places from my childhood. I didn't want to be forced to worry about people taking pictures of us and starting rumors. I didn't want the obligation to act a certain way that comes with being famous. I didn’t want any of it. And I was nearly at my breaking point.

Without replying, Siyeon turned me around in her arms and put her hands on my cheeks. We stayed like that for a few seconds, just staring into each other's eyes and I felt so much love seeing the way she looked at me: Like I was the most important thing in the world. There was no doubt in my mind that she would love and protect me with everything in her for the rest of her life. And it wasn't even a question whether I would do the same.

"I know you wish things were different,” she smiled sadly, “I do too." Her voice was still soft as she rubbed her thumb across my cheek while her eyes took in every inch of my face. I wondered how she always knew exactly what I was thinking. "But look at it this way..." she stopped her gentle strokes against my skin and looked into my eyes. "If you hadn't become an idol," the corner of her lips tilted upwards revealing half of her beautiful smile, "you would've never met us."

Though I still felt the weight of my negative thoughts, her statement managed to make me smile. Through one of the most difficult choices of my life I may have been forced to conceal a part of who I was, but I still ended up finding seven of the most important people in my life. Even if I felt like being an idol had more risks than rewards, those seven girls made it worth it. At least I could be myself around them and they loved the part of me that I wasn't allowed to show anyone else.

"You're right," I whispered and leaned forward so that my forehead was resting against hers and our noses were touching. Even when I felt lost, she kept me grounded. She and the other members... they were where I belonged. Where I felt found. They were home.

"I love you so much, you know that, right?" Siyeon told me, her voice so quiet and fragile. She’d told me she loved me countless times before, but something about this one felt different.

"I know." And I did. I knew she meant it. And I knew what she meant. It was hard to explain, but I felt it too. We loved each other and the other members in a way that couldn't be defined. It wasn’t limited to platonic or romantic. It was more than that. We all loved each other so much that we couldn't bear the thought of living without one another. It felt like we were meant to be together. Like we were destined to meet. Like soulmates. And, as long as it was up to us, we would be together until the day we died.

Sometimes it felt like I didn't have the words to tell them how much they meant to me. And I think that's why Siyeon did what she did after I told her I loved her back... she kissed me. It was gentle and just enough to express how she felt. She’d never kissed me before, but it didn't seem any different than her hugging me or kissing me on the cheek. It was just another way for her to show how much she truly loved me. Bora and Minji did it often with me and a few of the other members who accepted it, but I knew it meant more to Siyeon.

Once it was over, I nestled my head in the crook of her neck with my arms wrapped around her torso. She pulled me close with hers around my shoulders and ran her fingers through my hair. I stayed there, breathing in her fresh scent and feeling completely content.

It didn't matter if the world never knew who I truly was, because they did.

**This imagine was transferred over from my Wattpad acc OT5Stan4Life**

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panda-writes-kpop · 9 months ago

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sorry for party rockin' ~ lee siyeon

a/n: two fics in a week :0 this time it's for @neon-city-dreams with 25% less boomer jokes 🤭 you're welcome in advance and happy belated birthday. ‼️‼️🫶

tw: drinking, self-insert reader in a way, paladin shenanigans, king is a professional L taker

summary: your friends are professional clowns that do stupid shit. luckily for you, their schemes land you some alone time with the girl you've been crushing on: Lee Siyeon.

related fics: we're never getting back together (like ever?)

♡ Masterlist ♡

It was supposed to be an intimate gathering rather than a "party". Invites were sent to your roommates, a few of Siyeon's roommates, plus a couple of Paladin plus ones. The party was to be 10 people at a maximum.

Siyeon offered to host since the house she shared with her six roommates was much bigger than the apartment you shared with the other Paladins. Considering how the last party wrecked your apartment so badly that Shin Ryujin, a friend of a friend that was known to be a partier and hell-maker, offered to help clean-up instead of heading to another party to get wasted. She didn't do much more than flirt with the youngest Paladin, but the thought was appreciated.

You arrived first to help set up the party, shortly after SuA's car pulled out of the driveway. SuA and Gahyeon were heading out of town for a mini vacation while JiU was away visiting her partner, who was another friend of yours.

Yoohyeon and Handong offered to help out with decorations before heading out for a few hours to do some shopping, dining, and wine tasting out on the town.

The party was only supposed to be for a few hours, and if they could sneak some leftover drinks and food while people were leaving, then they'd scram for as long as needed.

That left you, Dami, and Siyeon to figure out food and drinks while Handong and Yoohyeon finished decorating.

After Siyeon nearly burned a pot of water, you both were kicked out of the kitchen by Dami, who then called Katie to come over and help.

"I didn't do anything -" You tried to protest as Dami held her phone up to you.

"Are you really going to refuse Katie's cooking and baking?" Dami asks as Siyeon pushes the phone away from you.

"Don't say another word! I'd like to enjoy some of that food before Minji finds it and cleans us out completely." Siyeon jokes as your phone buzzes.

You check the notification on your phone before sighing.

"What is it?" Siyeon leans over your shoulder to see, and her hair dangles right onto an uncovered part of your neck.

Your skin feels like it's on fire every time Siyeon's this close to you, but you're nervous about making a move. Besides, this is how she acts around everyone, right?

"Ryujin just posted your address on Instagram, saying there's going to be a massive party." You hand her your phone before gentle stepping towards Dami. "Tell your partner that we're going to need a lot of extra food."

"We're not dating..." Dami calls out before muttering a soft yet under her breath.

From what you understood, the two of them were romantically involved in one way or another, but you hadn't heard anything about an official date or title. Perhaps the two of them could finally move past longing stares and hushed whispers towards each other.

...You're a hypocrite. You stare at Siyeon like she put the sun and moon in the sky all by her lonesome. You've confessed to most of your friends besides Siyeon about how much you like her.

Tonight might be a good time to finally say something, even if it's as small as a one-on-one date or hangout. You've barely had a chance to do so, since you hang out here or at the Paladin apartment.

But since you have to be a gracious host, alongside Siyeon, to a lot more people than you were expected, you'd didn't have the highest hopes for tonight.

It wasn't going as badly as you thought it would have.

You did make a fool of yourself when you offered to pay for alcohol at a nearby convince store and then promptly forgot your wallet at the house (you can hear Katie mocking your poor memory from a mile away, maybe you really are a boomer). Although Siyeon didn't mind paying, you felt like a fool.

You did get to offer her your jacket on your way home, since it was colder than she expected. Siyeon gladly took your coat before handing you the alcohol.

It didn't matter what she wore - she would always be the prettiest girl in the world to you. She didn't take off your coat when you got in the house, and your pride/nerves kept you from asking for it back.

The house wasn't a complete wreck - although there was a sea of bodies to navigate through with plenty of booze.

Safe to say, the two of you received lots of cheers as you made your way to the kitchen.

"You owe me big time," Katie acknowledges your presence before grabbing something from the fridge, "I could've been enjoying the party for once-"

You chuckle softly as you set the brown bags on the counter.

"It was one time-"

"-And I still had to drive your drunk ass home, boomer." She grabs her mixing bowl before pouring something into it.

"What are you making?" Siyeon asks.

"Guacamole. We didn't have much else in the house, so I'm scrapping something together so we can have some food for ourselves." Katie sets the lemon juice aside before handing you the bowl. "Can you mix this for me?"

Her sugary sweet smile would've been enough for you to cave, but Siyeon's expectant eyes cause you to quickly start stirring the guacamole.

You're tempted to steal a bit, but you're afraid of the consequences, especially since Katie glares at you while putting the ingredients away. You innocently re-focus your attention on Siyeon before realizing that you were stirring air instead of the food.

Her laughter rings out in the kitchen as Katie sighs in disappointment.

"Whenever you two are done flirting," Katie closes the cabinet as you take a step away from Siyeon, "grab some shot glasses. Ryujin wants us to play Truth or Drink, and she's hogging the alcohol until she gets her way."

With a renewed sense of purpose, Katie skips out of the kitchen as you nervously cough. That was the first time that anyone had acknowledged the unspeakable between you two.

Siyeon smiles before taking the bowl from you.

"C’mon, we should go before Katie threatens us with a spoon."

As cute as the thought is, Katie could probably do some damage to both of you.

You nod in agreement as Siyeon sets the bowl aside and heads for the living room.

She grabs your arm and pulls you along as you wonder what god has blessed you with Lee Siyeon's presence in your life.

"Hey, c’mon in!" Ryujin waves you into the living room as you grab the plastic shotglasses from the counter. "We're getting ready to begin."

"Please sit down so we all can have something to drink." Sparrow begs as King silently nods in agreement.

"You two have already had plenty of drink - especially King." Katie warns as you hand shot glasses to everyone.

Alright, time for an impromptu sobriety test.

"What's three times fifteen?" You ask before Sparrow excitedly raises her hand.

"It's forty-five-" King answers before Sparrow scoffs.

"No, it's three hundred fifteen, you dumbass-"

"-You're just sticking the two numbers together, boomer-"

"No way! If anything, you're the boomer!"

Their drunken argument is enough to convince you to skip both of them, which signals Siyeon to hand them water bottle instead.

"When you both are sober enough to play, then you'll get shot glasses, alright?" Siyeon makes the final call, and they both nod before sipping on their water.

After you make your rounds, you take a seat between Ryujin and Dami. You glance around the circle to see who's all joined you - next to Ryujin is Mala, followed by Kazuha and King, who is still arguing with Sparrow on the other side of the room. Yunjin sits nearly opposite you, and to her right is Katie, Jinsoul, and Sparrow, who sits next to Dami.

Some other guests are crowded in the living room to observe the antics to come, like a sober Heejin supporting a drunk Yeji by the living room couch. Tzuyu's sitting on the couch, but her eyes are only on Mala - which is typical of the girl whenever Mala's around.

"Let's get started already!" Ryujin yells to calm the muttering group. "Does everyone know how to play?"

"I'm assuming it's just truth or dare but if you don't tell the truth, you take a shot?" You turn to Ryujin, who nods.

"Alright, who wants to ask a question first?" She claps before Katie softly raises her hand.

"I'll go first, if you don't mind." Katie smiles before grabbing her iced tea. "I've got a question - Paladins only. Who is your unconventional celebrity crush?"

"Aww, c'mon, that's no fun-" Ryujin complains before Spareow butts in.

"Let the kid ask a fun question before we all start asking risqué questions."

"I'm not a kid, and to prove it, I'll go first." A soft blush dusts her face. "My unconventional celebrity crush is Dr. Spengler from Ghostbusters."

"Ain't nothing wrong with Dr. Spengler." You add in support of your favorite Paladin, who has become much shyer after her confession.

Jinsoul laughs before a smile spreads across her face.

"A cute nerdy girl who likes other nerds. There's no shame in that at all." Jinsoul looks over at Ryujin, who scoffs.

"I am not a nerd!"

Jinsoul's gaze lands on Dami, who is already scrolling on her phone.

"Don't worry, I'm already looking for a brown jumpsuit and thick framed glasses." Dami mindlessly mummers before Katie starts giggling.

You smile earnestly - seeing the maknae happy brings you a newfound sense of joy - before King answers.

"Alright, I'll go. If we're talking about celebrities, I'd say Nathan Fillion. For characters, I'd say Jake Peralta because he's my safe space."

"Jake Peralta is not unconventional." Mala says as King scoffs.

"Whatever, I'm not sober enough to think of another example. Call it a boomer moment or whatever you want."

"I will, thank you," Mala teases, "but I would say Venom. The entire What We Do In The Shadows cast is hot too. What's not to like about vampires?"

"The movie or the show?" Tzuyu softly asks.

"Does the distinction matter?" They shrug to themselves before taking a sip of their drink.

"Because I'd rather not have to get infected by a parasite to get your attention. Being bitten by a vampire sounds less painful."

Mala does their best to hide their surprise behind their bottle as Sparrow laughs.

"Alright, I'll play this game, given the outcomes," Sparrow glances at Kazuha and Yunjin, "mine's Carol Peletier from the Walking Dead."

"A beautiful, complicated woman? I think that's called good taste." Yunjin compliments Sparrow before finishing with a wink.

"Amen to that." King says before taking a sip of his water bottle.

"Excuse me? That was not meant for you." Sparrow sneers.

"What are you going to do about it?" King teases before Sparrow cleanly pulls her shoe off of her foot.

She tosses it in the air before grabbing it with her hand.

"I'll show you when I shove this shoe so far up your-" She can't finish her sentence before King drunkenly stumbles into another room.

"You'll have to catch me first." You hear King say before he bumps into three different objects, one of which breaks into a million pieces.

You hear Siyeon cringe as the rest of the group hollers and cheers for your friends and their arguments.

Katie looks to be in a state of utter mortification as Mala gathers bets from around the room.

You're stuck between trying to break up your friends or trying to help Siyeon corral the rowdy party guests.

Luckily, they've taken their feud outside as you watch Sparrow chase King around in the backyard.

You see King taunt Sparrow before running face-first into a backyard fence. You can almost see the cartoon birdies fly around his head before he collapses into SuA's bed of flowers.

The guy can't catch a break, huh?

Sparrow chooses to point and laugh before taking out her phone and snapping a few pictures. She's stopped by an arm that pulls her back - one that belongs to Kim Lip, of all people.

Sparrow stumbles back inside as Kim Lip checks on King by shaking his arm. When he doesn't respond, she decides that the next best course of action is to lay on top of him and sob her eyes out.

They're made for each other.

"Well," Siyeon claps twice to get everyone's attention, "I think we should go back to our game, huh?"

"I think we should play a different game," Katie suggests before grabbing an empty bottle, "how about Spin the Bottle?"

Cheers erupt from the room as the crowd in the living room follows Katie into another area. She sends you a wink before leaving the room.

Siyeon stares blankly as you try to collect your thoughts - what the fuck just happened?

"Hey, listen, I'm sorry about the flowers and the glass, I can make those two pay-"

She continues to stare into space until you stand up and place an arm on her shoulder.

"You good?"

"Huh?" Siyeon blinks once, twice, before looking up at you. "No, it's alright. I've got it covered."

You smile before noticing a half-empty bottle of booze that was left behind.

"If you're still up for it, maybe we can play a few more rounds?"

With her hand in yours, she leads you up the stairs and into her bedroom. You'd be concerned if anyone saw you, but people are either too distracted by the youngest Paladins or too drunk to care.

You feel warm - maybe it's because you're not too sober or because you're squeezing Siyeon' hand. Siyeon doesn't appear to be fazed by the heat - she's still wearing your jacket.

You'd probably freeze on your way home without it, but maybe you could ask Siyeon to spend the night. Make up some bullshit excuse about being too tired and drunk to go home for the night.

Once Siyeon closes the door behind you, you grab the bottle and toss the cap to the side.

"You alright with drinking from the same bottle?" You take a swig before handing her the booze.

"What, do you have cooties or something?" She drinks before giving you a serious look. "Oh shit, are you serious?"

You chuckle before trying to grab the bottle back, but she pulls it away from your grasp.

"You didn't answer the question from earlier." Siyeon teases as you chuckle.

"Didn't know you were so interested in my unconventional celebrity crushes." You offer her a brief smile. "Jareth the Goblin King from Labryinth. Now, can I have some alcohol?"

"So you like extravagant types?" She offers you the bottle, which you gladly take. "I'll have to take note and wear one of Handong's designer gowns the next time I see you."

You cough to hide how her flirting affects you before taking another drink from the bottle.

"Alright, smooth operator, your turn for questioning. How come you aren't bothered about all of these people being in your house for an 'intimate gathering with friends'?" You use air quotes on the last four words as Siyeon brushes a piece of hair behind her ear.

"SuA and JiU drag me to all sorts of parties, so I'm used to being around a lot of people. Plus your friends tend to be... less destructive than most."

"Shit, I'm sorry about the flowers-"

"-It's fine, I'll cover for them. Perhaps I can convince SuA that gardening isn't her thing." She laughs to herself before taking the bottle. "We're playing this wrong, aren't we? Good thing Katie and Ryujin aren't around."

You watch her take a drink - she's beautiful beyond, how did you get so lucky to be in presence?

"Yeah, they'd make fun of us." You mumble as Siyeon takes another drink.

"Didn't you and Ryujin have a thing for each other?" She sounds disappointed as she asks.

"No, no, Ryujin just flirts with anything that breathes. Once she and Katie met... well, you know how they are." You scramble to answer as Siyeon sighs.

"Good, I was worried that someone had asked you out before I had. " She softly admits before pausing. "I just said that out loud, didn't I? I hope it's not weird or anything, I'm cool with being just friends-"

"-I like you too." You grab the bottle and finish off the last drops of liquid courage before summoning the courage you have left to close the distance and kiss Siyeon.

Her hands grab your shoulders as she melts into the kiss. Your hands respond by grabbing her waist before you pull her close.

Once your lips leave hers, you lean your head against hers.

"Do I still have to wear the fancy dresses to get your attention, or can I just do that?" She mutters softly as you chuckle.

"Either's fine with me, but I would prefer the second one."

You both laugh as the night continues on, and your friends have more antics that you'll have to deal with. Ones that you don't particularly care about since you'll have Siyeon by your side.

Hopefully with less property damage next time.

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mandu-17 · 2 years ago

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Paradise is where you are | Lee Siyeon x fem! reader

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: Hi there could I ask for a gp Siyeon X fem reader smut? Just soft dom Siyeon fucking the reader after hard day at work?

Warnings: G!P Siyeon, unprotected sex, biting, cursing

Genre: Smut

Wordcount: ~ 1,522

A/N: enjoy! g!p yoohyeon is up next so please stay tuned;)

There was only one thing you were dreaming of right now.

You were craving your bed.

After long 8 hours at work, you felt completely destroyed. Every part of your body was aching and your brain was probably overheated too. You sighed heavily, before locking the door to your apartment behind you. Finally, a moment to yourself - you thought while heading to the bedroom. Heavy raindrops started to fall down from the sky, luckily you got home before they could do you any more harm. The sound of the rain itself was soothing though.

Once your feet managed to drag you into the room, you were met with a heartwarming sight of Siyeon covered with a fluffy blanket. Despite everything, you let yourself smile and approached her.

She was laying on the side, with her back turned to you. Your laptop was located in the legs of the bed with a new tv show playing on it, but Siyeon’s eyes remained closed - meaning she probably fell asleep on accident. You bit your lip in order not to grin too widely, but who were you fooling? You looked like a maniac already.

Maybe there was one more thing you were craving though. Funny, how fast your priorities can change.

“Siyeon, baby.” With a heavy heart, not really wanting to wake her up, you rubbed her back, admiring the way her eyes lazily fluttered open. “Were you sleeping?”

“Hm? No, i wasn’t.” You smirked at Siyeon’s quick attempt at denying reality. She propped herself on elbows and quickly checked the number of episode on the computer. With a defeated sigh, she rubbed her face humming tiredly, “I was watching this new drama.”

“Sure you were.” You pressed a kiss against her soft cheek, a quiet chuckle escaping your lips.

“Well, I was trying to.” Siyeon smiled at you, before adjusting the blanket around her. She sat up against the headboard. “When did you get back?”

“Just now.” You could hear your own smile in your voice, as you fondly studied her messy hair and sparkling eyes embraced by the dark circles underneath.

Siyeon bit her lip bashfully and reached out for you. Then, she pulled you towards her.

“And how was your day?” She asked once you settled down on her lap. Gently, she caressed your hair once you used her chest as a pillow.

“Awful.” Now it didn’t matter though. As long as you were able to be this close to Siyeon, to feel her breaths fanning the skin of your earlobes, to hear her steady heartbeat - you were more than okay.

“Why? What happened, princess?” Siyeon looked down at you with a frown, she watched you carefully not wanting to miss any changes in your expression.

You exhaled loudly and explained what exactly happened. From time to time she nodded, letting you know she understood what you meant, how you felt. Her fingers worked unconsciously, without her approval. Like they had a mind of their own. Siyeon was pinching the skin of your hand, between your knuckles and wrist.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Once you were done, your girlfriend asked, kissing your temple softly. The room was filled only with the sound of the rain on the other side of the window and your laptop working.

You were very glad she asked.

With a tilt of your head, you looked up at her. She immediately recognized the darker shade of your eyes. A ghost of a smile formed on your lips, as you straighten your neck a bit, leaning in. Hopeful, you stayed in Siyeon’s personal space letting your eyes close. Patiently, you waited for her move, endlessly enjoying the feeling of her hot breath tickling your face.

She cupped your jaw, as if you were made of incredibly fragile glass, but the way she kissed you was a huge contrast to it. Your breath hitched, your lips followed her lead excitedly. Physically, you were trembling in her embrace.

“I’m going to make you feel so good.” Siyeon promised, biting your bottom lip.

In a blink of an eye, her slim arms wrapped around your waist and she switched your positions. You gasped in surprise, automatically opening your legs for Siyeon. It was her absolute favorite place on Earth.

With shaky hands, you pushed her sweatshirt aside, eager to feel the heat of Siyeon’s body. Your touch had her humming into your mouth, the way your fingers traced shy patterns on her toned abdomen made her want to smile. Instead, she swiped her tongue along your lip seductively. The action had you going crazy.

Your girlfriend sat on her knees in order to take her top off, you did the same. No matter how many times you’ve seen her tattoos before, you felt this need to just stop and admire them once again. Your point finger brushed the one on her shoulder with Siyeon’s eyes following curiously. She brought your hand higher, up to her face. Pressing a long kiss on the palm of your hand, she shut her eyes. Next, Siyeon’s mouth was on your stomach, creating a path of love bites down to your anticipating core. She moved almost like a viper on top of your body. So effortlessly, so confident with her touches. Siyeon knew all the right ways to send you into overdrive.

Your eyes fought hard to stay open, wanting to absorb the sight of the love of your life pleasuring you for as long as possible. Although, Siyeon was simply way too good at eating you out.

You covered your mouth with your hand, desperately trying to reduce the whimpers falling from your lips. It actually was a pathetic attempt at hiding what couldn’t be hidden.

From what it seemed, Siyeon planned on making you cum with her tongue, but you were opposite to the idea. True, it felt incredibly, but you needed something else in that moment.

“N-no, Siyeon... s-stop, please.” Admirably, you held back from being carried away to cloud nine.

“Everything okay? What is it?” You had Siyeon worried in a second. She propped herself against the mattress and faced you with wide eyes.

“I need your cock. Please, just make me cum with your cock.” Siyeon smiled from ear to ear and kissed you like she just emerged from the water and you were the air she breathed.

Like a pair of thirsty teenagers, both of you hurriedly reached towards Siyeon’s pants. She pulled them down before climbing back on the bed. You were so ready to get a hold of her massive member when she surprised you by pinning your arms to the bed.

“I am in control here, princess.” Then, she slowly entered you, moaning at how tight you were around her.

“Fuck, Siyeon. It feels so good.” You cried, your back arching slightly.

Helpless, you leaned your head back on the pillows, surrendering yourself to Siyeon.

“That’s right. You can be such a good girl when you want to.” She intertwined your fingers together, as she fucked you hard, easily sliding in and out of your dripping pussy.

Siyeon groaned at the feeling of your walls clenching her member. She sank her teeth into your neck forcefully, satisfied with the purple mark forming as the result.

“S-Siyeon, please. Right there!” The burning hickey on your neck only added to the pleasure Siyeon was providing you.

You rolled your hips, meeting her thrust every time. Finally, Siyeon let go of you and gripped your hips, fully focusing on hitting that spot again. You pulled on her hair, letting your hands explore some more. You were met with a layer of sweat covering Siyeon’s back muscles, you could feel them tensing underneath your fingers, as your girlfriend worked on your body passionately.

“I’m close.” You whimpered, only now noticing the sound of bed squeaking - you wondered for how long had it been heard.

“Come for me, princess. You know you deserve it.” Siyeon nuzzled her face in your collar bone, her scent kept you grounded. Her heavy breaths and low groans also kept you grounded. But her member buried inside you took you to the sky.

A wave of warmth and pure ecstasy embraced your whole form as if you were showering under a refreshing waterfall of blissfulness on a hot day. You kept repeating Siyeon’s name - it felt like the only word you knew in that moment.

“Shit, Y/N.” Your girlfriend panted when she joined you in your little paradise. Her cum slightly leaking out from your spent pussy.

“Stay with me.” You stopped Siyeon when she was about to pull out, your breathing uneven as well.

With a small nod, she let herself rest in your arms. The sound of your heart beating rapidly under her ear reminded her of how sensitive you could be. How delicate you really were. She’ll be the one to keep you safe, she promised to herself. For now though, all she wanted was to cherish your soft touches, to hide in this safe place unreachable for anyone else.

She wanted to stay close to you.

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let-them-read-fics · 2 years ago

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Jealousy, Jealousy

Pairing: Siyeon x Fem!Reader

AU: Non-Idol

Warnings / Misc. -- Smut, Jealous Siyeon ;)

Word Count: 3,348

Summary: With your three year anniversary imminent and the need for a get-away pressing, Siyeon organizes a romantic weekend trip for the two of you to enjoy together. Everything goes according to plan in the beginning, but when a night of clubbing breathes new life into her passion for you, things get a bit derailed.

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hello again, my lovely readers! Just stopping by to drop off this Singnie fic :) Jiu's story is next, so look forward to it! Hope you like this in the meantime 💖

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Moonlight Bar & Lounge, 11:42 PM

As the two of you peered up at the establishment’s buzzing, neon lights, Siyeon had to make a conscious effort to prevent her hand from dropping too low on your ass.

She’d made a promise to you – back at the hotel and in her post-orgasm haze – that she would be on her best behavior while you were out celebrating as a way of repaying you.

You, in return, vowed to let her do anything she wanted to you once you were back in private, so long as she kept things tame and didn’t go back on her word in the meantime.

And, for what it was worth, she was really giving it her all.

But you looked absolutely divine in your formal outfit – radiant with a sultry undertone, capable of leaving her transfixed. It drove her crazy to know that hidden away beneath it, tucked out of view from prying eyes, your skin was painted with all of her marks. Splashes of color, hues of red and purple growing darker with time – her own personal claims on you. With how hard it had been for her to keep her mouth off of you earlier, she was surprised you had any skin left unmarked at all.

“Two more hours, Singnie. Think you can handle it?” You asked, glancing at her as you both approached the door.

She opened it, sending you a confident look all the while. “Of course I can.”

You hummed, unconvinced. “We’ll see about that.”

When you passed her, a smirk pulled at the corner of your lips. Her gaze had fallen to your ass, again, watching its every move in silent admiration as she trailed behind you like a puppy.

—

The reviews you’d read, though stellar, had failed to prepare you for just how nice the place was. Its intimate ambience beckoned you in at once, extending an easy-going hand, inviting you to look around and see for yourself everything that it had to offer.

Things were darkened inside, creating an aura of sensuality and mystery despite the openness of the layout. Hues of black and blue accented the furniture and decorations, in line with the established theme of intrigue. Large skylights were centered in the ceiling, allowing plenty of moonlight in to do as it so pleased.

A dance floor called from the far side of the room, comfortably crowded and taking up about half of the venue. Couches and chairs were situated around tables on the other side, strategically dotting the available area so as to award parties their privacy.

The bar was large, stretching out far and wide as it stood ready to greet you upon your arrival. A busy bartender met Siyeon’s eye when he glanced up, vigorously shaking a drink.

“Welcome, ladies!” He smiled warmly. “It’s great to have you tonight.”

You thanked him with a smile as well, and Siyeon extended the same courtesy. Her arm fell to your waist again mindlessly – completely out of habit as she turned to survey everything.

“How about we get a table first?” She suggested, subtly motioning towards them with her head. “Then we can dance for a bit, if you’d like.”

“Sure, babe. That sounds perfect.”

One Hour Later

Put simply, Siyeon seemed to be out to get you.

Though she was your girlfriend, the love of your life, your protector – something truly sadistic shined in her dark eyes as she peered at you from the other side of the table, smirking around the rim of her glass.

She watched you squirm in your seat a little, feigning oblivion as her foot traveled up your calf, teasing.

Somewhere between her first and second rounds of wine she had undone the top few buttons of her blouse, and the seductive way she pressed closer to the table, arms crossed just below her chest, put her cleavage on full display. The edge of her bra was visible, too, but that was a detail likely only perceptible to you, considering your proximity and inability to focus on anything else.

Every bit of her prior innocence was gone without a trace, eclipsed by the desire she felt, which was becoming harder and harder to maintain a grip on.

The alcohol in your system was weakening your inhibitions, too; coaxing them to vanish as her charm worked its magic, promising release for you the second you asked for it. It showed in her eyes – which shamelessly drank in the sight of you – and the subtle bite of her lip. She appeared collected, but you knew that in reality she was far from it.

You downed your last bit of wine in an effort to distract yourself.

As you lowered your glass, the ring on your finger shimmered, catching the attention of one of the club’s cycling lights. Siyeon looked at it proudly; it was the promise ring that she had given you this morning.

Wordlessly she reached forward, palm upturned.

The musing, pleased smile on her lips would be your demise. You were sure of it.

But even still, you extended your hand and placed it in hers, following her unspoken request. She held it close, rubbing her thumb across the back of it in soothing, easy strokes.

Nothing made her happier than knowing you were hers.

“Ready to dance?” She asked, trying not to sound too eager. The thought of having your body against hers was ruining her in all the best kinds of ways.

She was fiending for it.

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself for what was to come. She knew that asking was unnecessary, but she took pleasure in seeing you squirm.

“Sure.” You swallowed.

Happily, she finished off her wine.

Leaving behind your empty glasses and appetizer plates, she stood up and led you to the dance floor.

30 Minutes Until Promise Is Completed

The DJ was a true professional at his craft, and you decided at once that he deserved the biggest raise imaginable.

…do DJs get raises?

Regardless, he was owed one.

His choices of song, paired with the seamless transitions and mixes that he conducted, set the mood of the lounge and kept everyone's energy high. A strong bassline carried throughout the place, thrumming consistently and so powerfully you felt it in your very being.

Like an undercurrent, it flowed around you. Pushing and pulling, leading you out just to lure you back in again.

Siyeon moved in time with you, hanging onto the rhythm as you let loose. She kissed you occasionally, swept up in the heat of the moment and unable to resist your beauty. Her hands wandered, impossible to control as they made it their mission to tempt you.

The couples around you all shared that sentiment as well – turning the air thick with sexual tension.

Some grinded. Others groped. It was a plethora of positions and strides, all writhing and searching for relief – a statement piece on the human condition, plucked straight from a movie scene. From your place within it, amongst the welcome chaos, you could only imagine what a sight it was to behold from an outside perspective.

A sudden buzzing tethered you back down to Earth, garnering your attention. It came from Siyeon’s front pocket, which was conveniently nestled right between your thighs.

The contact made you tense at first, not expecting it, but it felt good. More than good, even. And far better than you cared to admit, considering you wanted to hold onto some of your pride.

She felt it, too, but she didn’t pull away at first. Enjoying the show, she pressed it against you a little harder, coaxing your hips to gyrate, both to the rhythm of the song and in search of the vibrations.

But once the phone rang a fourth time, you pushed her away with a dismissing laugh, telling her to go answer it.

Your cheeks were flushed, and your heart was racing wildly within your chest. You covered your forehead with your palm, taking a deep breath as the people around you filled in the open space that her exit provided.

The loss of contact with her allowed you to sober up the tiniest bit and get your head on straight. She was just like a drug.

Get a grip, you scolded yourself, shaking your head. This was ridiculous. Was going more than a few hours without fucking her really this impossible? You wanted it more than anything, but you didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of calling off your deal. It was made to prove a point, and you intended to keep it instated for that very reason.

You stole a glance at your watch.

Only fifteen minutes left. That was doable, no?

Siyeon rolled her eyes as she slid up on the green button at the bottom of her screen. She had to fight the urge to just let it go unanswered.

Had it been anyone other than her boss, she likely would’ve.

“Hello?”

“Ah, Siyeon,” he greeted from the other end, a smile evident in his gravelly voice. “I’m glad I could reach you.”

She pressed her back to an open portion of the far wall, away from the more rowdy parts of the crowd.

“Of course, sir,” she sighed, withholding the attitude that she wished to lace into it.

She looked up at you, watching you sway gently in time with the music. The light of the room painted you beautifully – every shimmer and shadow fighting for its chance to cast across your skin. She couldn't help but admire you from afar.

"...yes, sir. I turned that report in to your assistant two days ago." She answered distantly, clearly not entirely focused on their conversation.

He launched into a response, but Siyeon suddenly tensed and stood up straighter – intrigued for a completely different reason.

A woman was making her way over to you.

Like a shark circling its prey.

The blonde danced along to the beat with a drink in her hand, sipping on it as she closed the remaining distance between you. Siyeon could only watch as she leaned down, smiling prettily as she introduced herself.

You laughed at something she said and nodded lightheartedly, amused.

“Siyeon? Are you there?”

Her lips pressed tightly into a line. “Yes, sir. Continue.”

He did, but again she couldn’t pay much attention. She was too focused on the two of you standing far too close for her liking, and the nonchalant way that the woman invited you to join her for a dance.

To Siyeon’s annoyance, you agreed and stepped forward.

She drew you in and briefly settled a hand on your hip as the two of you got accustomed to the new song that the DJ started playing. You followed her lead, allowing her to sway with you.

She was attractive, and the sight of you together stoked the fire of jealousy within Siyeon.

For what it was worth, though, you didn’t attach any deeper meaning to the exchange. You were simply dancing, after all, and you'd made it a point to flash your ring a few times to avoid any misunderstandings.

But Siyeon was in a different state entirely.

Her blood boiled, and her grip on her phone tightened audibly. The poor thing groaned and squeaked from the pressure, pleading for her to ease up.

The woman locked eyes with her over your shoulder, practically taunting her as she dipped you down. The angle provided Siyeon an achingly beautiful view of your body, tempting her to admire the lines and curves that you created; but she was sobered up by the fact that it wasn’t exclusive to her.

In that moment, anyone – including that woman – could see you looking so gorgeously spread out.

That was her final straw.

She abruptly excused herself from the call, assuring her boss that she’d dial him up again at the first chance she got, before hanging up without another thought.

Bitterness radiated from her with every step that she marched closer to you, practically fuming. She moved people aside along the way, providing an opening for herself to return to you.

You were uprighted by the woman at once and subsequently seized by Siyeon, who loomed angrily behind you. You were oblivious to the situation until you felt her presence as she entered your personal space.

She emitted tension, and the sensation made you tremble; the territorial look she gave deterred the blonde, who raised her hands in a show of innocence before smiling knowingly and ambling to another part of the dance floor.

Hesitantly, you went to turn around and face Siyeon. But her sudden grip on your hips prevented that, keeping you as you were.

Something firm pressed against your ass as she pulled you in, rutting with a restrained sort of gentleness that seemed difficult to maintain. It caught you off guard at first, but the swell of it, straining against the fabric of her pants, was something you'd recognize anywhere.

It was your favorite toy. She had secretly put it on before you left the hotel earlier. Cheeky.

How had you not noticed it before?

She ground against you again, aiming to give you a better feel for it, but made sure to remain somewhat inconspicuous to the people around you. Her hands caressed your sides, tentatively working their way downwards as she attempted to gauge your reaction.

Her lips brushed the shell of your flushed ear, upturning the slightest bit in triumph when she felt your breath hitch. Your head turned to the side and your chin tilted ever-so-slightly, granting her full access.

“Do you feel that?" She asked lowly, clenching her jaw. “What you do to me?”

She couldn’t have cared less about the promise in that moment even if she had wanted to. With you looking as good as you did and flaunting yourself like that… behaving really was no longer an option.

You nodded fervently, lacking the gift of speech.

“You’re going to take care of that for me. Right now,” she emphasized, taking a hold of your wrist.

Chest heaving, you turned around to face her. She shoved your hand between her legs, making you cup the toy as she pressed a harsh kiss to your lips. You melted into it, weak within her strong embrace. Obediently, you groped her again, making the other side of it rub up against her clit. You swallowed up the encouraging moan that she let out at the action.

She begrudgingly pulled away after a moment, but only enough to take your hand again and impatiently drag you towards the front door. Her movements weren’t the most graceful – seeing as that she bumped the two of you into other guests and nearly fumbled over her own feet along the way – but they were endearing. She wanted you so badly that appearing composed no longer mattered to her.

And that feeling was beyond mutual.

- The Parking Lot -

Although they gave it their all to be seen, the city’s bright lights were muted by the thick fog that covered the windows of Siyeon’s car; they were mere blurs in the distance, becoming increasingly dulled with time.

The steam served as an immediate tell of what was happening inside, just in case any particularly dimwitted onlookers failed to put two and two together after observing the rocking of the car.

Part of you was afraid the entire thing would fall apart at any moment, based on how roughly Siyeon was taking you.

Her body clung desperately to yours, only parting long enough for her to draw the toy out of you and drill it back in as she took you from behind. Her skin met yours repeatedly, filling the cabin of the car with filthy noises that made you wetter than you thought possible.

“Fuck, baby,” she cursed, pressing your head further down into the seat as the snap of her hips grew messier and more erratic. Her fingers tightened in your hair, making your eyes water the slightest bit.

You smiled triumphantly, feeling the cool leather soothe your heated cheek.

The decorative beads hanging from the rear view mirror clacked together, consistently colliding with the back of it.

Rhythmically, the press of your hips fell in time with her thrusts; you met in the middle, getting the most out of each and every move. Your muscles ached something wild, but you were beyond caring at that point; all that mattered was Siyeon, and ensuring that she got what she wanted.

“Does it feel good?” You panted.

“So good, jagi,” she groaned, voice raspy, as she lolled her head to the side.

Her hazy eyes landed on the hickies that she had left at the small of your back earlier, which she brought her free hand up to caress. Beneath her fingertips, your muscles flexed from the impact that she inflicted; they strained with the desperate, searching rutt of your hips as well, never stopping for a second.

You were such a whore for her; she loved it.

"I wish you could see yourself like this," she mused through heavy breaths, palming your skin. "Taking me so well. God, you're so perfect."

Her harsh thrusts mellowed into long, sensual ones as she focused on grinding against you. The ridges of the toy slid across your velvety walls as she humped, stimulating you further. She watched the length of it disappear inside of you repeatedly, only to reappear glistening more and more each time.

You reached a shaky hand out to brace yourself, aware that she was getting close by the tremble of her legs.

All of the friction her clit was receiving was pushing her closer and closer to the edge. The other end of the toy moved inside of her as well, heightening the effect of even your most subtle motions.

When your head fell forward and came to rest against your extended arm, she leaned down, seizing the opportunity to kiss your exposed neck. The way her body aligned with yours, completely bare and heated, made you moan.

She left new marks everywhere she liked, taking her time.

A soft, pleased grunt resounded in her throat when you lifted your hips and grinded back into her, languidly working yourself along the toy. She stilled her movements and let you continue for a bit, reveling in the intimate feeling.

"Head up, angel." She instructed, grazing her teeth across your pulsepoint.

You obeyed and raised it, fighting exhaustion.

Her lips found yours, and you immediately surrendered control of the kiss over to her. Despite knowing you'd grant it without hesitation, she still asked for permission by licking your bottom lip.

You opened up, sighing as her tongue met yours.

Instinctively, your walls fluttered at the feeling; she deepened the kiss, doing as she wanted.

She snaked a hand down your body and pressed her fingertips to your clit, toying with it. She spread your slick around, proud of the mess of it that coated your thighs and pussy. It dripped down your legs, only turning her on more.

Needing air, you broke the kiss. She clearly felt like showing a little mercy, as she allowed you the chance to catch your breath and kissed your shoulder in the meantime.

When the toy hit your g-spot again following a particularly sensual roll of her hips, you whined pathetically at the feeling.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You, Siyeon,” you exhaled shakily.

“And who's the only one that gets to fuck you like this?” She pressed, voice commanding.

You moaned, forgoing pride. “You.”

“That’s right, Y/N/N,” she grinned evilly, pushing herself back up. Her hands went to the small of your back again, applying a tantalizing pressure as you obediently arched for her, already knowing what she wanted.

She wasn’t even close to being done with you yet.

“Now, start counting. If you make it to twenty, I might just let you cum.”

The sound of her hand slapping your ass filled the car at once, intoxicating you in an entirely new way.

“...one.”

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51faces · 3 months ago

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Singing Between the Lines

Dreamcatcher's Siyeon x Female Reader

AN: Happy belated Siyeon day

Siyeon sat at her vanity, her makeup half done and hair still in curlers, when her phone buzzed on the table. It was a text from her manager, asking her to come by the studio that afternoon. Curious but not alarmed, she set her makeup brush down and called her..

"What's up?" she asked after dialing.

"I have something exciting," her manager’s voice buzzed through. "You’ve been requested to sing a new OST."

Siyeon’s eyes widened. "Really? For what drama?"

"It’s for a new one called Beneath the Starlit Sky," her manager said, a little more enthusiasm slipping into her voice. "And you’ll love this—the lead is someone you’ve probably heard of. It’s Y/N! She was a trainee, trained for years to be an idol, do you remember? She was all over the news when she decided to switch to acting."

Siyeon’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Wait, Y/N? I remember her. She was supposed to debut in G-IDLE, right? "

"Exactly!" her manager replied, sounding almost giddy. "She suddenly stopped training and went ghost, but now she’s acting, and this is her first lead role. And the production team specifically requested you for the OST! They wanted someone who could really capture the emotion of the story."

Siyeon’s curiosity grew. The transition from trainee to actress was a big one, especially for someone who had been in the industry’s training system for so long. "Wow, that’s amazing for her," Siyeon said, a smile tugging at her lips. "I’ve got to hear this."

Her manager laughed. "I thought you’d be interested. The USB with the sample just arrived. I'll be there to give you the USB soon."

The rest of Siyeon's morning flew by in a blur of anticipation. When the USB finally arrived, she was in the studio within the hour. As she plugged the drive into her laptop and settled into her seat, she felt a familiar tingle of excitement. OSTs were something special—an opportunity to convey emotion and elevate a story. She couldn't wait to hear what they had in store for her.

The opening notes of the song flowed through her headphones, and her breath caught. It was beautiful, with a haunting melody that rose and fell in waves, perfectly balancing sadness and hope. She let it wash over her, eyes closed, picturing the kind of scene it might accompany. Every note, every chord, felt perfect, like it had been crafted just for her voice. Siyeon’s heart swelled with excitement; this song was a masterpiece.

After a few more listens, she couldn’t help but wonder what kind of drama it belonged to. Pulling up a browser, she searched for the title her manager had mentioned earlier—"Beneath the Starlit Sky." The synopsis appeared, but it wasn’t the storyline that caught her attention—it was Y/N’s name in the lead role. Siyeon clicked on her profile and smiled, recognizing her face, she was glad that she was doing good for herself.

"So this is her debut as an actress," Siyeon muttered, leaning back in her chair. "I always wondered what happened after she disappeared from the media" She didn't want to admit it but she always had a small crush on her, but it went away when she disappeared

Her manager’s voice broke through the studio speakers. "What do you think? Exciting, right? She’s perfect for the role, and with your voice on the OST… it’s going to be incredible."

Siyeon’s eyes sparkled as she removed her headphones, a grin spreading across her face. “It’s perfect,” she said, her voice breathless with excitement. “I can’t wait to record it.”

Her manager chuckled. "I knew you'd like it. You'll be recording in a few days."

With a nod, Siyeon pushed the chair back, the wheels making a soft sound against the polished floor. Her fingers absently twined in the cord of her headphones as she pulled them off, her mind still swirling with thoughts of the melody and Y/N’s transition to acting. There was something thrilling about singing for someone who had a past in the industry but was now venturing into something new.

---

Siyeon sat in the dim recording booth, the soft glow of the console lights blinking rhythmically in front of her. The walls, thick with layers of soundproof padding, seemed to press in on her, trapping her in the heavy silence after the last note of the instrumental had faded away. Her fingers absently twined in the cord of her headphones as she pulled them off, her eyes locked on the console as if it held the answer to what was wrong. But it didn’t.

Behind the glass, the producers exchanged those quiet, unreadable glances she had grown to dread. They didn’t need to say anything—the silence spoke volumes. It was the kind of stillness that carried more weight than words ever could. Siyeon could feel it, like a stone in her chest: another take, another failure.

"Siyeon," the lead producer’s voice crackled through the intercom, breaking the tense quiet with hesitation, "it’s... technically perfect."

The words hung in the air, dragging her sinking mood even lower.

Technically perfect. She had heard those words too many times today, and each time they sounded more hollow. Siyeon leaned back in her chair, trying to quell the frustration bubbling under the surface. “What do you think it’s missing?” she asked, her voice steady, though she already knew the answer.

“Emotion,” the producer replied, his answer too swift, too practiced. “It’s a love song, Siyeon. We need to feel it. Right now... it feels flat.”

Flat. Like her emotions were just out of reach, skimming the surface but never quite breaking through. Siyeon clenched her jaw, her fingers drumming restlessly against the arm of her chair. “I’ve been trying,” she muttered under her breath, more to herself than to anyone listening.

The silence in the control room was palpable, and Siyeon could feel the weight of their expectations pressing down on her. She wanted to scream, to tear her frustration out, but instead she kept it locked away, deep inside.

“Can I take a break?” she finally asked, her voice coming out softer than she intended, almost defeated.

The producer’s response was immediate, as if he had been waiting for her to ask. “Of course. Take all the time you need.”

His words felt empty, a polite gesture rather than a real understanding of her struggle. Siyeon stood, slipping out of the booth with a heaviness in her chest, her mind swirling with a storm of thoughts. She needed air. She needed space.

Wandering through the labyrinth of the studio, her feet carried her toward the quieter hallways where the constant noise from the film set dulled into the background. Passing by the filming schedule pinned to the wall, her eyes skimmed over the details—romantic scenes, a confession, the emotional climax of the drama.

It felt strange, knowing that her song was supposed to be the emotional heartbeat of these scenes, yet she couldn’t even find that feeling within herself.

Siyeon wasn’t much of a drama watcher, but she recognized the names of the actors, before skimming over one name Y/N, the shy, soft-spoken actress making her debut, had caught Siyeon’s eye more than once around the set. There was something about her quiet demeanor—always lingering at the edges of the action, like she was more comfortable in the shadows—that intrigued Siyeon. Y/N didn’t seem to crave the spotlight like others did, but when she was on screen, she lit up in a way that was hard to ignore.

She shook her head, trying to push the thought aside. She had her own problems to focus on. Like why she couldn’t connect with the song, why every note felt more forced than the last.

---

Y/N hadn’t intended to eavesdrop. She had been wandering the hallways after a particularly tough scene, trying to shake off the exhaustion that always clung to her after playing someone so different from herself. Pretending to be someone confident, someone bold—it took more out of her than anyone realized. She had been in her own head, lost in her thoughts, when she heard the faint sound of a piano drifting from one of the nearby rooms. The melody was soft, almost melancholy, and it made her pause.

She didn’t know what drew her to the slightly open door, but before she realized it, she was standing in the doorway, peeking inside.

Siyeon was seated at the piano, her back slightly hunched as her fingers moved across the keys with a kind of quiet precision. Y/N hesitated, torn between the instinct to turn around and leave and the pull of the music. There was something about the way Siyeon played—so different from the polished performances she’d heard during recording. This was raw, unfiltered, and for a moment, Y/N forgot herself. She leaned against the doorframe, listening.

And then Siyeon began to sing.

The sound wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t the flawless, controlled voice Y/N had heard earlier. It was something else, something more vulnerable. Every note seemed to hang in the air, wrapped in emotion that felt both fragile and powerful at the same time. Y/N found herself holding her breath, her heart aching with the sincerity of it.

When the song ended, the silence felt heavier than before. Siyeon let out a soft sigh, her fingers hovering over the keys, as if she wasn’t ready to let go of the music just yet.

Y/N shifted slightly, her foot scuffing the floor, and Siyeon’s head snapped up. Their eyes met, and for a moment, neither of them moved.

“Oh—I’m sorry!” Y/N blurted out, her face flushing crimson. She felt her stomach twist with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to... I was just—”

“It’s fine,” Siyeon said quickly, standing from the piano bench, her own surprise evident. “You’re... Y/N, right?”

Y/N nodded, biting her lip nervously. “Yeah. Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just... I heard you singing.” She glanced at the piano, then back to Siyeon. “It sounded amazing.”

Siyeon blinked, her brow furrowing slightly. “You heard that?” Her gaze flicked to the piano, and she let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “That wasn’t even good .”

Y/N shook her head, stepping forward just a little. “No, really,” she said, her voice soft but earnest. “I’ve been a fan of yours for a while now, actually.” She paused, her blush deepening slightly. “Especially your cover of Speechless. That song... it really moved me.”

The sincerity in Y/N’s voice left Siyeon momentarily speechless. Out of all the things Y/N could have said, the fact that she had been listening to Siyeon’s music—really listening—caught her off guard. “You’ve heard that?” Siyeon asked, a little incredulous.

Y/N nodded again, her smile small but genuine. “I’ve probably played it a hundred times. It felt... real. The way you sang it, like you were pouring your heart into every note.”

The word “real” hung between them, heavy and significant in a way neither of them had anticipated. Siyeon’s heart skipped a beat. All day she’d been told her singing lacked heart, that there was something missing—but here, standing in front of her, was someone telling her the opposite. Someone whose opinion, for some reason, mattered more than the producers’.

“Thanks,” Siyeon murmured, her voice quieter now, more vulnerable. “I’ve been... struggling with this new song. It’s a love song, and I—” She trailed off, her fingers brushing the piano keys absently. “It’s harder than I thought.”

Y/N’s gaze softened, her eyes full of understanding. “I think... sometimes it’s easier when no one’s watching.”

Siyeon blinked, taken aback by the depth in Y/N’s words. There was something in her voice, something that resonated with Siyeon in a way she hadn’t expected. She glanced at Y/N, feeling a strange sense of connection—a feeling like they were both fighting the same invisible battles.

“Yeah,” Siyeon said softly, a faint smile tugging at her lips. For the first time in days, she felt a small weight lift off her shoulders, as though she wasn’t completely alone in her struggle.

Y/N smiled back, but the moment was brief, and she shifted nervously. “I should probably get back to set...” she said, her voice trailing off.

“Yeah, I should get back too,” Siyeon replied, though she found herself reluctant to leave.

Y/N took a step toward the door, but before she could leave, Siyeon called after her, her voice more tentative than she intended. “Hey, Y/N?”

Y/N turned, her wide eyes full of curiosity.

“If you ever need someone to run lines with or... you know, anything like that, I’m around. If you want.”

Y/N’s face flushed a deeper shade of pink, and she smiled, flustered. “Oh. Sure. Thanks.”

With a quick wave, Y/N slipped out of the room, leaving Siyeon standing by the piano, feeling lighter than she had in days. There was something about Y/N—something that stayed with her long after she left the room.

---

The next day, Siyeon found herself drifting back to the set. She told herself it was just to clear her head, but deep down, she knew that wasn’t the whole truth. She couldn’t stop thinking about Y/N—the quiet understanding in her voice, the way her presence had eased some of the tension that had been building inside Siyeon.

From her spot in the shadows, Siyeon watched as the cameras rolled. Y/N was on set, her co-star standing beside her as they prepared to film what was clearly a pivotal scene. Siyeon wasn’t expecting much—she had seen Y/N’s shy, flustered demeanor off camera, and it was hard to imagine that same person transforming into someone else entirely.

But as soon as the director called “Action,” it was like watching a completely different person. Y/N’s character came to life in a way that left Siyeon breathless. She moved with confidence, her smile warm and flirtatious as she delivered her lines, her eyes full of emotion. The way she looked at her co-star—Heo-hyun—was so real, so convincing, that it made Siyeon’s chest tighten.

The scene was a confession—one of those quintessential drama moments where everything boiled down to a single look, a single word. Y/N stepped closer to Heo-hyun, her voice soft but steady as she confessed her character’s feelings. There was a quiet intensity in her gaze, a kind of vulnerability that felt almost too real. Siyeon couldn’t look away.

And when the director called “Cut,” the tension evaporated, and Y/N’s usual shy smile returned as Heo-hyun casually teased her about the scene. Siyeon felt a strange twist in her stomach, an unfamiliar tightness she didn’t quite understand. *Was there something between them? Or was it just good acting?*

Before she could slip away, Heo-hyun’s voice called out, “Siyeon? wow long time no see”

She turned, her face carefully neutral. “Hey,” she said, crossing her arms as Heo-hyun approached, his expression more thoughtful than teasing.

“You were watching?” he asked, his eyes flicking back toward Y/N, who was now chatting with the director. There was no playful glint in his eyes, just curiosity.

“Something like that,” Siyeon replied, trying to sound casual, but she felt a strange flutter in her chest.

Heo-hyun’s gaze lingered on her for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly. “What did you think?”

Siyeon’s heart skipped a beat, her response coming out a little too quickly. “You two have great chemistry.” Her voice was flat, almost cold.

Heo-hyun’s expression shifted, something like realization flickering in his eyes. “Yeah,” he said slowly, his tone measured. “Y/N’s really easy to work with. But...”

Siyeon raised an eyebrow, her pulse quickening as Heo-hyun’s words trailed off. “But what?”

Heo-hyun hesitated, glancing between Siyeon and Y/N, who was still oblivious to their conversation. “But- never mind, just remember that she's a great actress.

Siyeon blinked, caught off guard by his sudden shift in tone. “What are you talking about?”

Heo-hyun shrugged, though his eyes were more serious now, his teasing gone. “Just... an observation. You should talk to her.”

Before Siyeon could respond, Heo-hyun gave her a pat on the shoulder and walked away, leaving her standing there, her mind racing. Was he onto something? Did he know something she didn’t? The possibility gnawed at her, sending her thoughts spiraling.

---

That afternoon, Siyeon found herself pacing outside the recording booth, her mind still reeling from her conversation with Heo-hyun. Was it really that obvious? She hadn’t even thought about her feelings to herself yet, and now she couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d said. Was Y/N into girls? Did she have feelings for someone else?, Maybe I have a chance.

With a frustrated sigh, Siyeon slipped into the booth, sliding the headphones over her ears. She adjusted the mic, trying to push everything out of her mind and focus on the song. The familiar instrumental began, but this time, something was different. She wasn’t just thinking about hitting the right notes—she was thinking about a certain person.

Her smile. The way she transformed on set. The way she had listened to Siyeon play, her eyes wide with admiration. And the way Siyeon had felt so connected to her in that moment, as though Y/N understood something no one else did.

Siyeon closed her eyes, letting the emotions rise to the surface. She didn’t hold back this time. She let herself feel the jealousy, the uncertainty, the longing—and when the cue came, she sang.

The notes flowed out of her, filled with the depth and vulnerability she hadn’t been able to reach before. For the first time, the song felt real. It wasn’t just notes on a page anymore—it was a confession, a release of everything she had been holding back.

In the control room, the producers exchanged glances, but this time they weren’t the usual looks of frustration. They were wide-eyed, surprised.

When the song ended, the silence that followed was different. Siyeon opened her eyes, her heart racing, and looked toward the producers behind the glass. They were staring at her, their expressions a mixture of awe and relief.

The lead producer pressed the intercom. “Siyeon, that was way better.”

Siyeon let out a long breath, relief washing over her. She had finally found the emotion she needed—but she knew exactly why. It wasn’t just the song. It was because of Y/N.

---

Later that evening, Siyeon found herself wandering back to the set, her steps lighter than they had been in days. The crew was packing up for the day, the equipment being hauled away as the last scene wrapped up. Siyeon spotted Y/N sitting on a bench off to the side, her script in her lap as she absentmindedly flipped through the pages.

Y/N looked up when she saw Siyeon approaching, her smile soft and welcoming. “Hey,” she said quietly, closing the script.

Siyeon smiled back, sitting down beside her. “Hey. How did the scene go?”

Y/N shrugged modestly, though a small glimmer of pride shone in her eyes. “It went well, I think. How did the recording go?”

Siyeon grinned, unable to hide the excitement bubbling inside her. “I think I finally nailed it. They said it was my best take yet.”

Y/N’s face lit up, her eyes sparkling. “That’s amazing, Siyeon! I knew you could do it.”

Siyeon’s heart fluttered at the warmth in Y/N’s voice. There was something so genuine about the way she spoke, as if she truly believed in Siyeon, and that meant more to her than she could express.

For a moment, they sat there in comfortable silence, the hum of the studio fading into the background as the world seemed to slow around them. Siyeon’s thoughts swirled with everything she wanted to say but couldn’t quite find the words for.

Y/N shifted slightly, her voice soft. “I didn’t really do anything, but I’m glad it helped,” she said, her gaze dropping to the script in her lap.

Siyeon shook her head, turning toward her. “You did more than you realize,” she said, her voice quieter now, more sincere. “Talking to you... it helped me figure things out. You made me see things differently.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed, and she bit her lip, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “I’m glad,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

They sat there for a moment longer, the air between them filled with something unspoken but undeniable. Siyeon’s heart raced, her thoughts swirling with emotions she wasn’t sure how to express. But before she could find the words, Y/N cleared her throat, her voice tentative.

“Would you... maybe want to grab coffee sometime?” she asked, her eyes glancing up at Siyeon nervously. “If you’re free, I mean.”

Siyeon’s breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t expected the question, but the answer was immediate. “I’d love that,” she said, her heart pounding in her chest.

Y/N’s face brightened with a soft, relieved smile. “How about tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow sounds perfect,” Siyeon replied, her smile widening.

---

The next afternoon, Siyeon and Y/N found themselves sitting in a cozy corner of a small café, tucked away from the bustling streets. The air was warm, filled with the quiet hum of conversations and the clatter of coffee cups. They talked about everything—about work, about music, about life—and the conversation flowed easily, punctuated by moments of laughter and quiet smiles.

Siyeon found herself watching Y/N, her heart swelling with warmth every time Y/N smiled. There was something so effortless about being with her, something comforting and familiar, like they had known each other far longer than they actually had.

Y/N sipped her coffee, her gaze drifting out the window for a moment before she turned to Siyeon, her expression soft. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” Siyeon replied, setting her cup down and meeting Y/N’s eyes.

Y/N hesitated, then asked, “That song… I didn’t get a chance to listen to the whole thing. I know it’s a love song, but what’s it about?”

Siyeon paused, her heart skipping a beat. She hadn’t expected the question, but she knew the answer instantly. She smiled, glancing down for a moment before meeting Y/N’s gaze again. “It’s about… letting yourself feel something real. Even if it’s scary.”

Y/N’s gaze softened, her lips parting slightly as if she wanted to say something, but instead, she smiled—a soft, genuine smile that spoke louder than words could.

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the weight of unspoken thoughts hanging between them. Then Y/N, her voice softer now, asked, “Do you think… it’s something we can have? Here? Us… in Korea?” Her eyes flickered with uncertainty, the weight of societal expectations heavy in her tone.

Siyeon’s heart clenched. She knew what Y/N was asking—not just about them, but about the world they lived in, a place where tradition still held strong and where the relationships that they want to have wasn’t always accepted. Siyeon had asked herself the same question countless times.

She took a deep breath, her voice steady but quiet. “It won’t be easy.” She reached out, gently taking Y/N’s hand in hers. “You know how things are here. People aren’t always kind. And… we might have to keep it quiet. At least for now.”

Y/N’s fingers tightened around hers. “I’ve thought about it a lot. Sometimes I wonder if it’s even worth trying.”

Siyeon looked into her eyes, feeling the weight of those words. “It is,” she whispered. “If this is real—if we’re real—it’s worth everything. I know we are still getting to know each other but I have never felt this attracted to anyone, ever and I hope you feel the same”

Y/N’s expression softened, a flicker of hope in her eyes. “ I feel exactly the same, I really really like you Siyeon, I just hope one day i can show off how much do and not hide.”

“For now, yes, we have to hide it. But not forever.” Siyeon’s voice grew stronger as she spoke, conviction settling in. “We take it one step at a time. People are starting to change. Not everyone, but some. And maybe someday, we can be open like any other relationship.”

Y/N smiled, a little wistfully. “You really believe that?”

Siyeon nodded, her thumb brushing lightly against Y/N’s knuckles. “I do. And even if it’s hard, we don’t have to go through it alone. We’ll figure it out… together.”

Y/N’s smile grew, and there was something stronger behind it now—something resilient. “Together,” she echoed.

For now, sitting there, sipping coffee and sharing quiet smiles, it was enough. Maybe, just maybe, it was the start of something real. Even if the world wasn’t ready for them yet, they were ready for each other.

---

A few days later, the final recording session for the song was scheduled. Siyeon arrived at the studio with a sense of calm she hadn’t felt in a long time. She had already nailed the song, but this time, it wasn’t about perfection. It was about putting all of herself into it��the emotions, the connection she had found with Y/N.

As she stepped into the booth, she caught sight of Y/N standing outside, watching through the glass. Their eyes met, and Siyeon smiled. Y/N smiled back, Lifting her arm halfway with a clenched fist giving her a sign of encouragement.

Siyeon put on her headphones, the familiar melody filling her ears as the instrumental began. She closed her eyes, letting herself get lost in the music. But this time, she wasn’t just singing the notes. She was singing for Y/N—for everything they had shared, everything that was still unfolding between them.

The song flowed out of her effortlessly, every note filled with the raw vulnerability she had been afraid to embrace before. But now, with Y/N in her life, it all felt so natural. She let herself feel everything—the uncertainty, the longing, the connection. And when the song ended, there was a quiet sense of fulfillment that settled over her.

When she stepped out of the booth, the producers were all smiles. “Siyeon, that was incredible,” the lead producer said, his voice full of admiration. “You’ve really brought this song to life.”

But Siyeon’s attention wasn’t on them. It was on Y/N, who was waiting for her just outside the control room.

As soon as Siyeon stepped out, Y/N was there, her smile bright and proud. “You were amazing,” she said softly, her eyes full of warmth.

Siyeon’s heart swelled at the compliment, but it wasn’t just the words—it was the way Y/N looked at her, like she had known all along that Siyeon could do it.

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” Siyeon admitted, her voice just as soft as she reached for Y/N’s hand.

Y/N’s fingers intertwined with hers, and she gave Siyeon a gentle squeeze. “I think you had it in you all along.”

Siyeon smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Y/N’s cheek. “Maybe. But you helped me find it.”

They stood there for a moment, the weight of everything they had shared finally settling in. This—whatever it was between them—was just beginning, but it already felt like something real, something solid.

“I’m glad we met,” Y/N whispered, her voice full of quiet sincerity.

“Me too,” Siyeon replied, her heart full.

As they walked out of the studio, hand in hand, the future felt wide open, brimming with possibilities. Siyeon didn’t know exactly what lay ahead, but for the first time in a long time, the uncertainty didn’t scare her. Instead, it felt exciting—like an adventure waiting to unfold.

#dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher imagines #kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop x reader #female reader #siyeon #dreamcatcher siyeon #lee siyeon #siyeon x female reader #lee siyeon x reader

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goodnight-siyeon · 1 year ago

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“Anything for you” | Lee Siyeon x GN! Reader

this is a little spooky because it’s my first post but i hope y’all like it :)

Genre: fluff

Warnings: reader has a rough day but that’s it

Sitting in your car you let out a long breath. You thought today couldn’t get any worse but you also thought that when you left your keys in apartment, or when you spilled coffee all over your desk, or when you cried in the bathroom after getting yelled at by your manager for something you couldn’t even control. All you wanted to do was go home. However when Siyeon called you, you had to pick up. Her sweet voice rang through the speakers of the car, “Are you off yet?” You smiled to yourself, “Yeah, how come?” There was a paused before she responded, “You sound upset, I’m heading over.” Before you could protest she hung up. Putting the car in reverse, you made your way to your place.

You had finished changing when you heard the knock on your door. Knowing who it was, you opened it without a question. “You should be more careful. What if that wasn’t me,” She started to scold but once she saw the look on your face she pulled you into a tight hug. “Rough day,” She asked, her voice softer now. You nodded, face buried in her neck. She pulled you to the couch, inviting you to lay in her arms, which you gladly did. She asked if you wanted to talk about it but when you shook your head she dropped it. She continued to whisper nothings as she played with your hair. No matter what you were feeling before, it didn’t matter anymore. Laying in her arms felt safe, which was something you had been lacking all day. Eventually, once you gained the courage (and once you couldn’t ignore your stomach anymore), you mentioned being hungry. “Come here then,” Siyeon said, getting up and walking to the kitchen.

Siyeon slid the bowl in front of you. “Thank you,” You said, taking a bite. She smiled and shook her head, “No need to thank me. I’m just doing my job as your girlfriend.” “Well you do a great job of being the best girlfriend ever,” You smiled, leaning closer to her. She gladly closed the space between you, pulling you into a short but tender kiss, “Anything for you.”

AHHH i hope y’all like this :) i’ll open up my requests and do my best with them (i might avoid writing for groups i don’t know well)

#dreamcatcher fluff #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher x reader #siyeon x reader #siyeon fluff #siyeon imagines #lee siyeon fluff #lee siyeon x reader #kpop imagines #dreamcatcher scenarios #siyeon scenarios #kpop x gender neutral reader #kpop gg imagines #kpop scenarios

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insomniakisses · 2 years ago

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Your the Omega of the group and having pups

Requested? Yes

Reader type: GN!reader, omega reader, Female anatomy

Warning/Notes; Omegaverse Au, Suggestive themes, Pregnancy, Polyamorous Dreamcatcher, Member x Member x Reader, fluff

For the past few weeks you had felt off. Having a sensitive neck and needing your alphas around practically 24/7. You had even snapped at your friend, growling slightly when they elbowed your stomach accidentally. And yet you assumes it was just stress.

You still hadn’t put two and two together until you started to feel nauseous in the mornings and your alpha friend pointed out that your scent seemed a little different. It was then u decided to take a test. Which led you to where you are now.

“SHIT!” You cursed as the test came up positive, unaware of Minji being just outside your bathroom door.

“Babe?” You heard her call from outside, confusion and worry lacing her voice followed by the sound of her opening the door.

You cursed yourself mentally for forgetting to lock it as she came face to face with you. Eyes softening when she catches sight of what was in your hands. “Is that, it it positive-“ she grabs your shaky hands as you nod and she can’t help but spin you around giggling in excitement. Your heart filling with joy at knowing that at least one of your Alphas was happy with the news. Just then the loud laughter of your second oldest girlfriend came down the hallway followed by the sight of her chasing yoohyeon into the room.

The over sized puppy stumbling and almost landing on you if it hadn’t been for Minji’s growl causing bora to pull her back. both staring at the eldest in utter shock at being growled at out of the blue. “I’m fineeeee” you laugh lightly leaning up to kiss her cheek as she huffs, the other two watching the interaction carefully.

Confused, the scan over you and their fellow alpha girlfriend carefully both their eyes landing on how Minji is caressing your belly ever so loving and careful. It was Yoohyeon who put two and two together.

“OMG-” she rushes to wrap you in her arms gently, “YOUR CARRYING ONE OF OUR PUPS!” Bora gasps not seconds later when she sees Yooh kneel down to nuzzle into your barely visible bump. going over to kiss you softly before nuzzling into your neck on the opposite side Jiu was currently doing the same. Both nipping and scenting slightly causing you to giggle.

After about five minutes of the four of you staying like that, all of you in complete bliss and hearts full of happiness there was a knock on the door despite it being wide open. you cant help but chuckle at the curious looks your remaining girlfriends were sporting, all four heads popped into the doorway slightly.

“Our little Omega has something to tell you” Yoohyeon muses kissing your stomach and essentially giving away the surprise. You nod happily when their curious yet excited eyes flick from you and your small bump. Getting engulfed in affections from all seven alphas just as quick.

You yelp in surprise when Yubin lifts you into her arms and takes of down the hallway shouting a fleeting, “Race you to the nest!”.

She carefully sets you down in the centre barely having time to wrap her arms around you and kiss your cheek softly before the rest of your girlfriends made their way in dotting on you just the same.

a/n: I forgot the interacting with pups part im sorry! lemmie know if u want that doin

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oraclekleo · 1 year ago

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Siyeon (Dreamcatcher) - Kinky Tarot Reading

Disclaimer:

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Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Requester: /

Deck(s): Dark Wood Tarot, Oracle of Roses

Spread: Kinky

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirty Secret

Celebrity Info:

Full Name: Lee Si Yeon

Stage Name: Siyeon

Group: Dreamcatcher

DOB: 01.10.1995

Blood Type: A

MBTI: ENTP

Sun Sign: Libra

Chinese Sign: Wood Pig

Life Path Number: 8

Masterpost: Dreamcatcher

Siyeon

Full Name: Lee Si YeonStage Name: SiyeonGroup: DreamcatcherDOB: 01.10.1995Blood Type: AMBTI: ENTPSun Sign: LibraChinese Sign: Wood PigLife Path Number: 8

Spread / Question: Kinky Deck(s): Dark Wood Tarot, Oracle of Roses

Position - Ace of Wands, 9. The Ancestor

Siyeon is the one to be in charge of a relationship, although in a more gentle way. She’s not really the type to force her lover into submission, she simply applies her experience and wisdom in day to day life and it’s efficient. Siyeon is very intuitive when it comes to relationships and she can easily feel what’s good and what’s bad. It’s not advised to lie to her or hide facts from her as Siyeon is likely to find out. She is one of those women who asks her partner only questions she already knows answers to simply to test their honesty. Siyeon is a passionate woman, not only when it comes to her art, but she is likely to get passionate in a relationship as well. She can give those hot stares that make her partner’s blood boil and feel all heated and bothered.

Libido - 10 of Wands, 13. Protection

Speaking of passion, Siyeon has likely a strong sex drive and might actually be the one to initiate intimate times with her lover. On the other hand, she’s not the type to get infatuated or charmed by anybody or easily, she needs to trust her partner fully in order to feel safe with them. She’s not likely to expose her deepest desires unless they metaphorically strip to show their soul to her, too. It’s very important for Siyeon that there's mutual trust between her and her lover. Once that’s established, she becomes one insatiable lover. Siyeon might have tendencies to lecture her lover, she’s likely to openly tell them what she likes and dislikes. I can also see that when she’s not in a relationship, Siyeon is likely to have a decent collection of toys for her own pleasure.

Turn On - 6 of Pentacles, 4. Fidelity

For some reason the first thing coming to my mind here is eye candy. As we all know beauty is in the eye of the beholder which means that while Siyeon might feel attracted to handsome people, they don’t necessarily have to follow the beauty standards. They should catch her attention in some way, make her think about them at night before falling asleep. I can also see a suggestion of long distance so it’s possible Siyeon might feel attracted to foreigners in some cases. She likes people who are generous with their time and affection, who openly show their feelings to her instead of pretending to be cold. She might have a thing for tattoos or for people who are artists.

Kink - V Hierophant, 41. The Rescuer, 2. Passion

Siyeon is the dom in the bedroom. She likes to keep the reins in her hands, she even might like to play the role of a rescuer in some way. She is the brave knight in shining armour and might actually find it arousing when she has to go and save someone. She might like to play a doctor (nurse is not good enough for her) and her lover plays a patient who needs to follow her recommendations. Siyeon is a very passionate woman and she doesn’t follow the traditional role. She likes to break the stereotypes and come up with her own rules in the bedroom. While her partner doesn’t need to be fully submissive, they should accept her leadership. Siyeon might like to tease her lover a lot, forbidding them to touch her while she dances and strips for them.

Dirty Secret - King of Wands, 23. Forgiveness

Siyeon might look sweet on the outside but she’s actually a very direct and outspoken person. She doesn’t back up easily, she can stand her point and she’s not likely to forgive serious misbehaviour on her lover’s side. She’s not too strict but she will not stand cheating, lying or secrets. Siyeon asks for respect and will take no messing around.