CREATIONISM ?! - 600 Follower Event

CREATIONISM ?! - 600 follower event

↳ TRACK 024: Peach Fuzz - bodyguard!k.ys ft heiress!reader

genre - smut + angst MDNI

duration - 839 words

parental advisory - groping, fingering (?), forbidden love, implied inexperienced reader, miscommunication

networks : @cultofdionysusnet @atzhouse @cromernet @pirateeznet

A/N: well shit now I just feel sad. Request for @nanime-roality

“You’re so pretty.”

Yeosang hummed in response, hands on your waist as you straddled him, kissing his adam’s apple softly. Yet again, he had you in his arms, showering him with affection, but it hurt. It was understandable why you could never be together, but was that supposed to make him feel better? Of course this is destined to fail, so don’t get mad when it does. What a horrible way of thinking.

As stupid as it sounded, Yeosang wanted you for himself. Not in some possessive lock you in the house way, but the familiarity way. To have someone who knew him inside and out, the one he could trust with his heart, the one he’d come home to after a shit day and still smile. He loved you, ever so dearly, but he had to keep those cards close to his chest.

If you knew how he felt, you wouldn’t let this continue.

When you took a deep breath, inhaling the homely sent of cotton fabric conditioner, you smiled into his skin. Luckily, you weren’t pressing deep enough to feel his pounding heartbeat, or notice the way he grit his jaw a little. Pulling back, you tucked a few stray hairs behind his ear, thumbing his birthmark tenderly.

“Can you touch me, Sangie?”

With the way you were pouting at him, face centimetres from his, arms wrapped around his neck, there was no way Yeosang could refuse. His hands moved up from your hips to your waist, thumbs rubbing your sides. He relished in the way you tensed before relaxing into his grip, breath hitching. It felt wrong yet so right to be in Yeosang’s arms, like he was some sort of forbidden fruit. In a sense, he was.

You’re not supposed to fall for the help when you’re destined to marry one of society’s elites.

Eager for more, you grabbed his left hand and brought it to your chest, watching in delight as his cheeks flushed from such a forward action. Tentatively, Yeosang squeezed lightly, watching your face for any discomfort. Your face contorted with pleasure, prompting him to massage you, thumb expertly flicking over your nipple.

His free hand had fallen from your waist, taking hold of your thigh and pushing you forward on his lap. The gasp that fell from your sweet lips as your crotch met his boner had his head swimming, already losing his self-respect to pleasure.

“You’re very soft, Ms. Y/N.”

A quiet moan was your response, one hand digging into his back while the other held the back of his neck. With the way he overwhelmed you, you no longer could toy with his baby hairs, simply clinging to him instead. His hand trailed up your leg at a snail’s pace, the skirt of your dress moving with it. While Yeosang’s gaze was fixed on the flesh he was exposing, yours was on him. His eyes darkened when the lacy trim of your panties came into view, his hand halting.

“I wore them for you, do you like them?”

“Ms. Y/N, when you said you wanted practice… I didn’t know you meant… this as well.”

Edging closer to him, Yeosang let his hand fall from your breast, eyes widening when you pushed his hand until his fingertips grazed the waistline of your panties.

“You don’t wanna help me, Sangie?”

For the first time since you requested ambiguously for ‘intimacy practice’ with your bodyguard, he let out a quiet sigh, as if he had been holding back something. Looking you dead on, expression almost indiscernible, his finger looped around the band, now holding you by the back of the neck as he toyed with the panties. His answer was almost robotic, the same words your father had told you when he’d introduced you to your new bodyguard on your 19th birthday.

“I’m here to serve your every need, Ms. Y/N.”

Yeosang’s lips collided with yours, a hunger in the embrace unlike anything you had previously experienced. You couldn’t help but smile into it, shifting on his lap to finally hear his soft moans. Surprisingly, it was lower than expected, as if some primal instinct had kicked in. His nails dug into the plush flesh of your thighs, and you loved the feeling.

While he couldn’t be yours forever, he could be yours for the summer, and that would have to suffice. The silly little feelings you were suppressing would have to simply go away on their own terms. You reasoned that satisfying your desires, at the very least, would help you mend your broken heart later on.

As Yeosang moved your panties to the side, you cling to him like you would never be in his arms again. Of course, the clock was ticking, so you weren’t entirely wrong. He separated from your lips to press sweet kisses to your jaw, then your cheek, then temple. Yeosang’s voice was sweet like honey as his lips ghosted your ear, thumb already rubbing your clit.

“You know I’ll always be here for you.”