#kpop bodyguard

[artofchoisan]

A BODYGUARD'S PUNISHMENT

Cold!Bodyguard!Seonghwa x Heartbroken!Brat!University!Reader

The Plot: Being heartbroken was a norm for your life especially with your own parents not caring about you and just giving you money to keep you quiet. No matter how much chaos you caused or the one time you almost got yourself killed to which they didn't want their status to be ruined they just assigned you a bodyguard with whom you’ve had a past that only you and him knew of.

TW: Rough Sex.

Words: 2.3k

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Causing chaos all around you, drinking until only alcohol flew into your veins, wrecking havoc by organizing parties and sleeping around and not to forget stealing cars and smoking weed, you’ve done everything, yet none seem to care.

Your own parent couldn't give one single fuck about you, never a caring words nor a caring touch, they only threw money at you and wave their hands off and just assigning you a bodyguard so as you don't get yourself killed which they only did mainly for their own name to not get soiled.

Yet, you gave your own bodyguard so many shit to deal with, the countless time you’ve been a brat to him by running off away from him, getting on his nerves and always getting wine onto his suit as you grinned, you didn't hate Park Seonghwa, he was just doing his job but anything associated with your parents you hated, and this man was just another toy in their hands.

So there you were, into another one of your escape, lying into a bathroom floor with a bottle of vodka into your hands as you stared up, what the fuck was your own life? You couldn't even escape this life and just hope that once uni was done you could get out of this fucked up home and lead a life of your own.

“Here you are.” An exasperated sigh reached your ears, as you only look up to find your bodyguard rushing to your side and forcing you up, “Could you stop running out of my sight at least once.”

“No! Fuck off!” Forcingly removing your hand off his hold as you almost tumble down before he catches you again, “Give me a break will you.”

“It’s an order, we’re going.” His voice is tight and cold, not wanting to put up with any of your bullshit, you’ve been getting on his nerves for nearly a year, it’s a miracle he held up for so long, “It’s my job.”

As you struggled against Seonghwa you knew it was of no use, as he was two heads taller than you and much stronger, “I’m not going anywhere.” With that he still managed to drag you outside the bathroom, out of the club and managed to open the door of the car and threw you inside, “Behave now.” Voice lathered in a warning as he glared at you before getting into the driver’s seat and putting on the child’s lock, just to be sure.

“What were you even thinking?” Starting the engine as he drive towards your apartment, your only answer to him was a roll of your eyes, "This disappearing act is getting really damn old," Seonghwa lead on, sharp and deliberate, digging the hurt in your chest deeper, "You need to learn how to grow up before—"

“Shut the fuck up Seonghwa.” Your own voice is colder than ever before.

Then a sob broke through your own voice, your hands over your face as the tears threatened to fall and just like that more anger swirl inside of you, “I know, I’m a fucking mess and fucked up all I do.” Saying more through gritted teeth, “I’m an embarrassment to my own parents and just someone who can't do anything right, just a little pompous bitch who uses her parents money without thinking. I know what everyone thinks and knows what you also think.”

Letting your head lean against the car window, “Just drive me home Park.”

This rendered Seonghw quiet, his eyes glancing at your tired face from time to time, jaw unclenched as for a few seconds he almost felt pity for you, he wasn't blind to the actions or lack of actions of your parents to you.

Once his car reached your apartment’s parking lot, he unlocked your doors and with that you made a dash for the elevators, not wanting to see more of him. Luckily as he locked the car, you managed to catch the elevator and in mere seconds you were gone, leaning against the elevators, you let out a sigh.

Once it reached your floor, you lazily walked towards your door, quickly inserting your keycode and before you could get inside your arms were gripped in an almost deadly one and was thrown inside as you groan, the door slammed shut behind him, “Can you stop acting like a fucking kid? Whining and crying like one.”

Too tired, you only turned your back to him, what have gotten into Seonghwa? Had he finally snapped. And if he did, despite your own tiredness you wanted to test just how riled up you can rile him up.

“I’ll continue to act like a kid as you say.” Saying those words out of your own tongue, as you turned to him, a few meters away as you unzipped your dress right in front of him and despite the few seconds of shock from Seonghwa’s eyes, he said nothing trying to not wanting to let you win.

Your dress dropped down to the floor revealing your black lingerie that hugged your breast well right in front of him, a generous portion of skin all in full view in front of him as you turned before bending down to get your dress.

That’s when you felt it, a deep growl and a strong pair of arms around your waist, “You’re a fucking brat.” A venomous tone into your ear, “You keep getting on my nerves, playing with me.” His hand around your neck, tilting your head up as you felt his breath onto your skin.

“But you didn't leave, you like it just as much but you would never admit that, right Mr Park?” Almost laughing at your own words, “Always handling me and touching me.”

You’ve crossed way too much line in just a few days.

Seonghwa seemed to be releasing all of his pent up anger onto you, feeling his tongue, teeth and lips against your neck, biting and sucking leaving your naked canvas of your neck in a painting of red and purple marks, his tongue licking long stride along your neck, “You need to be taught a lesson brat.”

His fingers traced along your body, his other hand still around your neck as his lips and teeth never leaving the bruising canvas he was creating on your skin, “Going out to get fucked? Huh? Come on princess, you know the dangers of that.” He then pulled hard onto your panties, tearing it up before it slapped against your skin.

The cold air hitting your cunt as you gasped out, “Please Hwa, I want you.” Your hands working behind you as you quickly took off his belt and palm onto his crotch, “Please, please. I’ll be good to you.” This wasn't an unfamiliar situation, fucking with your bodyguard wasn't a new thing.

Seonghwa turned you around, gripping on your shoulders he pushed you on your bed, “Just look at you princess.” His grin turned sinister, “Thinking another man can even fuck you as good as I can. Do you beg for their cock as you do for mine? Do you whine and plead, begging for it as if your life depends on it?”

His anger did all the talking as he looked livid, finally letting his emotions take a hold of him after months of restraining himself, wanting to do his job, only wanting to protect you and burying his own feelings down but jealousy always rear its horns.

“Please Seonghwa, I want you.” Nor you, not being able to deny yourself of him, your feeling blossomed into something more for him, for once, one person truly and sincerely cared, yet his own principles always comes in the way, “Fuck me, I want you to wreck me.”

With that he delved his fingers into you, forcing a gasp, grabbing his arms, digging your nails in as he wrapped one arm around your waist and the other brushed against your clit. "You're soaked, Princess. Only I can make you feel like this, right?" He asked growling slightly as he bit at your ear "Something turning you on?" He asked and you whimpered in response, whining out.

"Hwa, fuck... slow down" You begged as he thrust his fingers in and out, his palm brushing against your clit, his bracelets rubbing against your lower stomach, forcing whines and whimpers from your lips.

"When you mean it, I'll slow down" He grunted out, pressing kisses along the side of your face as you gasped looking down watching his fingers plunge in and out of you, his cock pressing hard against your ass. "Do you want to cum on my fingers, Princess?" He asked softly and you gasped arching your back slightly as he pressed on your lower stomach as his fingers reached deeper inside of you.

"Seonghwa" You cried out, pushing against his arms as your release slammed through you, spasming around his fingers and soft whines leaving your lips as he continued to kiss along your jaw and down your neck. He smirked against your neck and pulled his fingers out.

Without warning he turned you around and forced his cock deep inside you as you cried out in pleasure, “Oh fuck! Yes! More.” His animalistic thrust meets you with so much pleasure, his cock thrusting in and out of you as his mouth comes closer to bite onto your shoulder as his deep grunt drives you even more insane.

Seonghwa was fucking you with no mercy, “Look at you being so desperate for my cock and now taking me in so well, so good, such a good little brat for me.” Chanting his name like a mantra as feeling him so good and so big inside of you and being fucked so dumb made you to lose it as you press yourself more against him chasing your own high, “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“I could just leave you here,” Seonghwa warned yet his hips continue to fuck you even harder than before, his hold on your hips tighter than before, “I could just cum all over your back and leave you just like that, still all wet and horny, but we wouldn't want that, right princess.”

You were so fucked out, the tears in your eyes began dripping down your cheeks, “No please, Hwa. I need you, please don't leave me.”

Seonghwa’s demonic grin crossed his lips, “That’s my good girl, see you can be obedient when you want to.” Still thrusting into you, with no rest “I'm the only one who can make you feel this way. i’m the only person who can fuck you like this. you’re mine. say it, brat.”

“I’m all yours Seonghwa, only yours.”

With that you felt the knot onto your stomach tightened before the both of you came to your orgasm as you cried out in bliss, “Fuck.” Your body landed bonelessly onto the bed as you both were panting out, Seonghwa had removed himself from you as strings of white cum landed onto your back, “That’s my good girl.”

Once both of you had calmed down, Seonghwa helped you to lay more on the bed, his caring nature was what caused you to fall harder then he adjusted your hair and with a tender smile, Seonghwa leaned in and kissed your forehead.

“Love you..” mumbling out those words out of all the emotions into you.

The sweet atmosphere turned cold, Seonghwa froze and you immediately regret it. With a cold expression, he leaned back and stood up, adjusting himself in a robotic manner and his cold expression lying back into him.

“You can't keep doing that Seonghwa, you told it to me yourself before, you can't keep coming back fucking me out of jealousy, touching me and caring for me like that and then acting like that when I say the words you’re too scared to say.”

The secret had been out of the box, a few months ago when alcohol got the best of your system as you drowned into sin, you got quite intimate with your bodyguard who despite your wandering hands all over his body and your pleading eyes and whines, you’ve shared a night you’d never forget.

As the next morning had reached you, your secret was already out of bed and dressed sitting in the living room with eyes darting forward, thinking of a mistake he’d made but as the days went by, the man broke the first rule of being a bodyguard and it almost cost you your life one day, as he got distracted and it almost cost you your life.

After that encounter with death, you’ve found some warmth into the arms of your bodyguard whom this time had the both of you sober and this time he allowed temptation to take hold of his soul, gripping onto the chains of his own restraint, he ripped it out and took your mouth in his as you allowed sin and lust to consumed the both of you in a horrid night of sex.

“You know I can't, my job is to protect you. I can't fail, I can't let you get almost killed.”

Every time, after he allowed temptation to get the best of him, he would grow cold and distant and would only worry about your safety while his icy demeanor brought you some hurt that only caused for you to cry as you’d allow the pain to make you cry as you’ve had confessed to him to which he could only shake his head not wanting to break any more of his own rules.

“Seonghwa.” You sigh, face pinched into a hurt expression, “Listen to me, I love you, I’m not scared to admit that, you’re not careless, you protect me so please, let’s give this a chance, until I finish university, please.”

For a while, he was quiet and then he walked to you and dragged you into his arms, “I’ll trust you. I’ll protect you. For once I’ll be selfish, I won’t let you go so please bear with me for a while.” Then a smile appeared on his lips, “I love you too my little brat, I don't think I can live without you.”

“Neither can I, Mr Bodyguard.”

[maliciousblog]

Bodyguard (Bang Chan)

Fame  comes at a cost and for you that cost was your freedom.

You were constantly followed.

Even in the privacy of your own home you felt a pair of eyes on you always watching.

Your latest drama was a hit earning you many awards and many new fans. You were more popular than ever.

It was getting harder and harder to go about doing your daily tasks even grocery shopping was becoming a burden.

Seeing it get out of hand your company decided to appoint you a bodyguard after the latest incident when a crazed fan tried to attack you during your morning walk leaving you shaken in a hospital bed with no recollection of the incident only bits and pieces of the attack was clear to you.

Your mind was like a jigsaw puzzle but the problem was you only had a handful of pieces.

The attack left you paranoid you refused to go out of your house

Seeing your career suffer your company decided to hire a bodyguard.

It was his first day and work and all truth be told you were not looking forward to meeting him.

When you heard a knock on your door.

You cautiously peeked through your looking hole to be greeted by your manager and a man dressed in all black.

Gingerly opening the door your manager introduced you to your new bodyguard Bang Chan who insisted on you calling him Channie stating that he wanted you to feel comfortable around him.

You kept declining but eventually gave in as you two got closer to each other.

He accompanied you wherever you went always keeping a watchful eye to stop anything that might make you even the slightest bit uncomfortable.

You finally felt like you could breath again with Chan around you virtually had nothing to worry about in fact you were getting treated like a princess.

He would wake you up first thing in the morning with a cup of coffee just the way you like it.

Fill you in on all the tasks and appointments you had for the day.

He would help you get ready he even went as far as learning to do your hair because you always complained about how the hairstylist would pull at your hair giving you a headache.

He would spend his free time while you were busy with your schedules learning new hairstyles for you, watching cooking tutorials of your favourite foods as you had lost your appetite after the attack.

He slowly brought you out of your shell.

He would take you on small walks and get you ice cream as a little treat for being so brave.

He would push any paparazzi that got too close to you.

Even going as far as punching one in the face breaking his nose when they tried to take an upskirt picture of yours.

He was your guardian angel. You really couldn't ask for anything more.

Eventually your friendship would blossom into something more than just work.

You found solice in each other.

With filming for your new drama you were a bit on edge.

He showed up every single day providing you with comfort.

He would bring you hot meals throughout the day ensuring you never go hungry.

Constantly checking up on you.

Listening to you rant about your day while giving you a shoulder massage to ease the tension of the day.

You had to admit that it was indeed sweet of him to go the extra mile.

But you couldn't help shake of the feeling of being smothered with affection.

Each time his doting eyes met yours how his voice would get a pitch higher when he met you. How he would swoon watching you almost in a daze mesmerized by your aura.

You didn't have the heart to tell him to tone it down a bit fearing he would take it the wrong way and distance himself from you.

He was the one constant you had in your life at this point and he made you feel safe.

Your manager on the other hand wasn't quiet convinced he didn't like the way Chan was overprotective of you the way he prevented him from calling you at night or has one on one work meetings.

Everyone wanted a part of you when you belonged to his all of you just like how he devoted all of himself to you.

He couldn't help feel a pang of pain each time you greeted your fans.

Why did he have to share what was rightfully his.

You belonged to him.

He had to control himself from strangling the greesy male fans that showed up at your fan meetings who almost drool at the thought of merely shaking your hands.

He eyes them with contempt as their dirty hands linger on yours as you smile and greet them thanking them for their support.

You didn't have to do any of this he would take care of you give you anything you wanted.

That million dollar smile of yours only belonged to him.

He reached his final straw when you were going over your dialogues for the upcoming shoot when he realised you had a kissing scene.

His knuckles turned white on the steering wheel.

As he drove you to your house. Something snapped in him.

He steeped on the gas alerting you causing you to ask seeing that you weren't taking your usual route back home.

He waved you off saying that traffic was a bitch and that he was taking a detour.

It took a while to realise what he had planned but it was too late as he pulled up to his house secluded in a neighborhood far away from any help as he dragged your struggling body across the gravel filled drive way paying no heade to your crises as the rocks scraped your bleeding and brused skin.

Tears filled your eyes as he dragged you like a rag doll shoving you down the strais of the basement onto a flimsy mattress.

He was done playing the nice guy.

It was time to take what was rightfully his.

Begging him to let you go was useless.

You had no clue how long you had been here locked up.

You wondered if people still looked for or were you forgotten like many before you.

Bangchan had staged a car crash causing everyone to believe that you had passed away.

In a matter of weeks everyone had forgotten who you were as a newer younger actress took your place.

Making you nothing more than a distant beautiful memory that once was.

All you had now to keep you company were the walls of his basement and the tournament he rained upon you each time he came down to find you doing with you as he pleases.

[wonwoosmagnetic]

Guarded Hearts | jjk

Pairing: bodyguard! Jungkook x rich!reader

Genre: angst, slowburn, eventual smut and fluff

Synopsis:

In a world where power and privilege collide, Evangeline Perez is more than just an heiress—she’s a force of nature. At twenty-four, she’s determined to carve her own path, even if it means defying her father’s overprotective instincts. But when a reckless stunt puts her life at risk, her father hires a bodyguard to keep her safe: Jeon Jungkook, a ruggedly handsome man with secrets of his own.

As tensions flare and sparks fly, Evangeline struggles against the constraints of her gilded cage, while Jungkook battles his growing attraction to the fiercely independent woman he’s sworn to protect. With danger lurking in the shadows, can they navigate the fine line between duty and desire? Or will the walls around their hearts prove more formidable than any threat?

In "Guarded Hearts," passion ignites as love blooms in the unlikeliest of circumstances, where trust is tested and the stakes are higher than ever.

PROLOGUE

In the heart of a bustling metropolis, where skyscrapers pierce the clouds and ambition flows like the river that winds through the city, stands you—a striking heiress with a legacy as formidable as the towering glass and steel that surround you. At just twenty-four, you embody the spirit of the Perez dynasty, a family renowned for its pioneering innovations in technology and finance. With your raven-black hair cascading over tailored suits and piercing emerald eyes that seem to read the unspoken intentions of those around you, you are both revered and envied in equal measure. Yet, beneath the polished exterior, a restless spirit yearns for independence.

“Daddy, it was a mistake! I won’t do it ever again,” you plead, your voice rising in a mix of defiance and desperation. Your father’s gaze burns with disappointment. “Did your legs slip while trying to go to bed and end up jumping out the window?! Do you take me for an idiot, Evangeline?”

Fine, maybe that was a poorly thought-out lie, but the stakes feel impossibly high when your father uses your full name.

“Dad, I’m fine.” You emphasize the fine, your heart racing. “I just wanted to—”

“Wanted to what? Throw your life away? Do you know what could have happened to you tonight? You could have been killed or, worse, kidnapped—”

“How is kidnapping worse than killing?” you mutter under your breath, frustration bubbling just below the surface.

“—and you have the audacity to come here and tell me it was a mistake! God, Eva, I am so cross with you.”

A sigh escapes your lips. “I’m sorry, Dad. I won't do it again. I promise.”

“You won't.”

Your eyebrows raise. Well, that was easy.

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“DAD, NO!” you scream in your father's study, a place heavy with memories. It’s where you spent countless hours, the crackling fireplace holding stories of family gatherings and laughter. But today, that warmth feels distant.

“This is the only solution, Eva, to stop your reckless nonsense! I will not have a disobedient daughter, especially one who’s causing me these headaches.” He touches his ears dramatically, his expression a mix of pain and frustration.

“But Dad,” you try to keep your voice steady. “I don't need a bodyguard! I’m fine with Jin—”

“Jin is your goddamn butler. I won’t hold him responsible for protecting you.”

You roll your eyes, thinking of how often Jin gets distracted by his own duties.

“Daddy! It's 2024; we’ve moved past the whole ‘I need a man to protect me’ era! I can protect myself.” You attempt to bridge the generational gap, your frustration boiling over.

“Really?” Your father rises from his chair, a challenge in his eyes. “Why don’t you give your old man a few punches, then?”

“Wha— OW! DAD!” you scream as he effortlessly puts you in a playful headlock.

“And that’s me at fifty-five, Eva.”

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“Mr. Jeon?”

Jeon Jungkook straightens at the mention of his name, exuding a calm confidence. “Yes, that’s me.”

“So, Jeon Jungkook, is that your real name?” your father asks, nodding in approval at Jungkook’s composed demeanor.

“Yes, sir.”

“I hope you won’t find this job too harsh; my daughter is...” He glances around, lowering his voice. “...a bit heedless.”

“Is she in the room with us?” Jungkook asks, a hint of unease creeping in as he notices your father whispering conspiratorially in an empty room.

“No, of course not. I said heedless, not headless, Jeon. But she’s supposed to come in from her schedule any minute now, so you can meet her and start your duties. I’ve emailed you all her important acquaintances.”

“If anything seems off, I’ll be the first person in your contact list, understood?” your father’s tone is firm.

“Of course, sir.”

Just then, you enter the study, flowers in hand, only to freeze when you see the stranger. A man in his late twenties sits across from your father, his right hand covered in tattoos, muscles straining against his fitted black suit. His striking black eyes lock onto you, and time seems to slow as the flowers tumble from your grip, dropping in silent homage. You could practically hear the wedding bells.

“Eva, this is Jeon Jungkook, your new bodyguard I was talking about. Jeon, this is Evangeline.”

The weight of your daydreams crashing fills the air, and you clench your jaw, annoyance flaring within. Life never seems to give you a break.

“I’ll give you both time to buddy up. Eva, don’t mess this up,” your father says, patting Jungkook on the shoulder before stepping out of the study.

You force a smile, trying to mask your frustration.

“Ready for your babysitting job, Jeon?” you ask, sarcasm lacing your words as you secretly hope he’ll quit right then and there.

Jungkook stands, meeting your gaze with a smirk.

“What can I say, Ms. Perez? I’m a brat tamer, after all.”

if you would have told me that I would ever write on tumblr, I would have laughed at your face. Oh boy. GUYS PLEASE TELL ME WHAT Y'ALL THOUGHT!! so excited to let this flow!

[mint-yooxgi]

Kinktober Day 17 - Yandere!Bodyguard!Choi Minho + Biting & Oral Fixation

Anonymous Said: Maybe could you, please do a Yandere Bodyguard for Shinee Minho + Biting and Oral Fixation. A/n: This honestly just fits him so well... Minho as a Yandere!Bodyguard? I think YES Warnings/Genre/Rating: 18+ MDNI - Smut, Mature, Established Relationship, Yandere, Possession Word Count: 834 Kinktober 2024 Mini Masterlist

Sunlight filters through the large floor to ceiling windows, reflecting off of the smooth granite of the kitchen counter. The stone is cool against your skin, back arching as fingers dig into your thighs.

He pulls you closer.

“Look at you,” Minho hums, turning to nose along the skin of your inner thigh. “What would people say if they could see you now? The headstrong daughter of the great and powerful Atlantis gang really is all bark and no bite.”

Your breath hitches slightly, frowning down in annoyance at the man between your legs.

“I still control your contract.” You state, rather firmly as you nudge his head with your thigh. “Watch your mouth.”

“But Sweetheart,” A devilish grin stretches across his features, “Where would you be if it weren’t for me?”

Turning his head, Minho sinks his teeth into your flesh. Not enough to break your skin, no, but enough to leave a clear indentation of a bite mark.

Your back arches off of the counter, keening as your eyes squeeze shut. Your whole body twitches, chest heaving as you feel yourself clench around nothing.

“Never forget,” his lips soothe over the bite he’s just given you, eyes flashing as he meets your gaze. “You’re my charge.”

Bringing his one hand up, Minho slips his thumb through your folds. A pleased hum escapes him as he feels how wet you are, licking his lips to get yet another taste of you on his tongue.

“Don’t forget who’s working for who.” You pant out, gaze sharp as you tilt your head to watch his every move.

His thumb finds your clit again, and you gasp.

“I think you mean who’s working who right now.” He chuckles, adding more pressure over your clit. “Don’t forget who just had you moaning his name, Darlin’.”

Your lips purse as your thighs twitch around his head, reminded of how his mouth feels on you yet again. A shiver caresses your spine, and you hate how involuntary that reaction is.

“Hurry up and get back to it, then.” You commend, tangling your fingers in his locks and guiding him closer into your dripping core.

“Is that an order?”

The playful way his brow quirks irritates you to no end.

“Minho.” His name is but a warning on your lips.

“As you wish, Sweetheart.” His voice rumbles out, turning to nip lightly at your inner thigh. “I live to serve you.”

Without wasting another moment, his mouth is back on you. His tongue dips through your folds, licking a broad strip up to your clit. He hums happily as he sucks that little bundle of nerves between his lips, shaking his head lightly back and forth as his eyes never leave your own.

Minho takes his time to trace his tongue over your cunt, exploring every inch just as he’s already done before today. Pleased moans echo against your core as he teases your clit with gentle flicks before placing languid kisses atop that swollen little bud.

His hands tighten on your thighs, fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you in even closer to him.

Soft moans escape your parted lips as you feel him burying himself in your pussy yet again. His skilled tongue draws blissful sighs of his name from your lips, noticing how his hold over you tightens with each whimper and whine that falls from you. Every now and then, a particular flick of his tongue over your clit causes your thighs to twitch, and he focusses his attention on repeating those same actions just to watch your body shake.

Already, you’ve become so sensitive to his touch. All day he’s been working you up, letting you teeter on the edge of release only to pull you right back to the start. It’s like a game to him, and when he finally lets you tip over the edge, that’s when you scream his name.

The smug smirk he wears can be felt against your core as your back arches from the counter top. Your thighs squeeze around his head as he continues to suckle your clit between his lips through your orgasm, hands pinning you down as your hips attempt to buck against his mouth.

Your eyes flutter shut, whole body feeling as if you’re floating in bliss as you moan his name. The languid way he continues to flick his tongue over your clit as you come down from your high makes your whole body twitch, chest heaving as you attempt to catch your breath.

Gently, your fingers brush his hair out of his face. The pure and utter devotion you can see shining in his gaze as he looks up at you makes your breath hitch.

He pulls away briefly, nipping once more at the skin of your inner thighs.

Again, you sigh his name, and he pulls you in closer. You watch his eyes flash with something dark. A look that captivates you, and has you drowning in everything him.

“Another.”

[seokwoosmole]

Looking for a fic ~

I can’t remember all the details but I’m like 85% sure y/n is a princess and Mingi is either her bodyguard or knight. Either way, he protects her and is with her all the time and is her best friend since childhood. They’re obviously in love - definitely a sort of flirtationship is going on but Mingi sort of holds back cause he knows he’s not supposed to be with her. I think the plot is they’re both traveling to some kingdom to take care of some royal political issue and also meet I believe the guy that she has an arranged marriage with (probably a prince). And yeah. That’s what I remember. I just remember rlly loving this fic but I didn’t save it. So if u know it or if u wrote it pls lemme know! I’m pretty sure these are the accurate details but maybe it’s not mingi. Maybe it’s not even ateez. Maybe it’s not even a kpop fic😭 But like…I’m like 90% sure…help lol

[distance-does-not-matter]

soooo u got any more info abt the space opera pop star? 👀

not too much right now!! she’s got bubblegum pink hair in a high ponytail and bangs bc I do what I want. she’s an absolute sweetheart who has problems saying no, and a take-no-nonsense bodyguard who, at one point, threatens to go with her on her days off so she stops talking to pushy fans

(and yes, a bodyguard and pop star romance will be in the works. but first they will have a weird little friendship and he will cheer her on as she sets boundaries for herself)

this is my girl!! no name as of yet (as happens SO many times in space opera, alas)

stern-faced bodyguard who doesn’t hesitate

thank u sm for asking!! I’d be more than happy to talk more about them or any other space opera characters :]

[pinievsev]

I was just chilling and my brain said "BODYGUARD READER!" HELP WHO DO I DO IT WITH?!? 😃

{masterlist} >>>>>

ALSO! TYSM FOR 300<333 😋

[d3m0nicdream]

I’m thinking….

HyunChan Vampire AU

or…..

HyunChan Spoiled Rich Kid/ Hot Bodyguard AU

or…..

Hyunchan Prince/Knight AU

🤔🤔

do I do a poll?

[kaesficrecarchive]

[minho x jisung]

break in case of emergency by martyrsdaughter (9/9 | 72,350 | E)

How could someone this handsome guard anyone? Wouldn’t he be more of a distraction than a threat? Maybe that’s his secret weapon—maybe he uses his face to hypnotize people into leaving the person he's protecting alone. It sounds like the plot of an anime. There should be an anime like that out there; Jisung makes a note to search bodyguard anime when he’s home for the evening. Jisung hires a human anti-anxiety pill.

[asianpopfan]

Not saying that the guard of NCT who pushed the fan(or saesang) did right, especially since seeing the video it seemed that she wasn’t too close or a possible treat (unless they knew she was a saesang).

By the way, some fans/saesangs will hurt themselves regardless if the bodyguards push them or not. NCT 127 arrived yesterday at the airport and some fans fell and unfortunately the bodyguards accidentally stepped over them and the fans got up and rushed to continue follow the artists! The bodyguards made a circle around the group to protect them as much as possible and the fans can still get in the way because they are too focused filming the members than looking their surroundings and bump on each other.

Months ago I saw a video of a bodyguard of Enhypen (or was it TXT?) who pushed an obsessed fan who was far too close really hard and the fan still attempted to follow too closely twice after that.

[map0fthes0ul7]

🥹🥹🥹 my god-

requesting a princess reader x bodyguard yuta smut pleek ><

Just A Bodyguard . . . . . . nakamotoY

GENRE: fluff and smut

WARNINGS: spanking, praising, unprotected sex, forbidden love, degrading, and crying. (licking too lol).

you tighten your grip around the towel as the prince of monaco walks you back to your hotel room. “i had fun tonight, princess y/n.”

“i did too, thank you for walking me back to my room.” your body tenses when he gently grabs the tips of your fingers and places a kiss on your back hand. “it was a pleasure having some time to ourselves— beside your bodyguard shooting daggers at me the whole time.” he awkwardly laughs.

“yuta.. yeah, he’s like that. don’t mind it though, im sure he’s just doing his job by being protective.” the prince lets go of your hand. “on the topic of him,” oh, boy. “is there something going on between the two of you?”

there it is.

“me and my bodyguard? no, he’s just a bodyguard. nothing else.” such lies you fed the prince. “anyway, thank you for tonight— the dinner, the private pool was all amazing.”

“you’re welcome, princess. i should get back to my hotel room— i’m sure you’re worn out from today.” you nod and place your hand on your door handle. “goodnight, princess.” you nod once again before slipping into your room.

you stop when seeing your body guard sitting in the singular chair placed in the corner of your hotel room. “mr nakamoto.” you greet him and look away, quickly grabbing a few clothes from your suitcase.

“just a bodyguard?” you look up with a pile of clothes to your chest. “what?” what was he going on about? “just a bodyguard— that’s all i am.” shit. he must’ve overheard you and the prince earlier.

“mr nakamoto—?” yuta stands up and slowly walks over to you. “tell me; does a bodyguard make you cum every single day and night?” you don’t answer— you don’t even breathe at this point. “does a bodyguard fuck you until you can’t walk for days?”

“does a bodyguard make you scream every night and day?” your breath hitches. “answer me, princess,” he mocks the princes nickname. “does a bodyguard do that, princess?” you shake your head.

yuta tilts your chin up. “words, princess. i want to hear you say it.” fuck, your chin wobbled in embarrassment. “n—no.” you didn’t mean to stutter but with how he was treating you at the moment— your throat resembled your knees; wobbly.

“i guess i’m not just a bodyguard, right.” your eyes twitch at the sudden arousal pooling in your bottom bathing suit. “n—no, you’re not just a bodyguard.” yuta smirks.

“take off that towel.” you remove the towel and let it drop to your feet. “how slutty of you to wear this.” he reaches forward and tugs on the waistband of your bathing suit. “what princess wears this type of bathing bikini, hm?” you ignore him instead, focusing on the strings of your bikini suit.

“get on the bed.” who’s bed? your bed? his bed? you climbed on whichever one was closest. “slowly climb on it,” he fixes his command. you stick your ass out when slowly climbing onto the high leveled bed.

yuta groans at the sight of your lush ass and dripping cunt. “fuck.” yuta groans, again. you flinch at the loud sound of his palm meeting your ass.

“stay.” you come to a halt when hearing his command. you start to look around when hearing him dig around for something in your nightstand. “yuta—?” your head jerks up when hearing a faint buzzing sound.

“we had fun with this earlier this morning and afternoon, didn’t we.” you gasp and let your upper body fall forward when feeling the buzzing connect with your clit.

your hips jerk as you muffle your whines with the fluffy blanket. “y—yuta!” you groan, shutting your eyes and grasping onto the sheets. “that’s right, scream my name.” you weren’t screaming it, more like moaning it loudly into the sheets.

“you’re so fucking wet, princess.” yuta groans, messing with your slit. “who’s it for?” that catches you off guard— what did he mean? “wh—what?” you heave, trying to best to control your breathing. “is this for me or for him?” oh, he meant your arousal.

“y—you!” you push your hips more back, attempting to slip your cunt around his fingers. “it’s always for you, yuta.” you squeal and jerk your hips forward when feeling the buzzing increase.

yuta holds your hips still as you attempt to run from the buzzing bullet. “y—yuta, please!” yuta spreads your cheeks while adding more pressure on your clit. “please what, princess.”

“please let me cum?!” yuta had a strict rule with cumming. and you love to play by it.

rule five, no cumming without permission. you must beg before doing do.

“since you’re being so good, go ahead, princess.” you let out a sigh cry out relief when pleasure wash over you. your clit numb and frustrated. “that’s it, baby.” yuta rubs your ass before giving it a firm smack.

finally, the buzzing bullet stops and a thud is heard. “i guess we used up all its juice— after all, we did use it all night yesterday.” yuta sighs and sits up. he uses his thumbs to spread your folds apart, watching as your arousal strings.

“oh my g—god!” your voice hitches as yuta brings his mouth and attaches it to your pussy. “mmmm.” yuta hums causing a strict vibration to be sent up your core. “stay still, princess.”

his nose brushes against your other entrance above your cunt making you shiver. “i— yuta, it’s too much!” your hand lands on his head. “you taste to sweet— i just can’t get enough.” he whispers before sucking on your clit.

“o—oohh, god!” your trembling, arousal covers thighs quiver as yuta continues. “stop trying to run away, princess. even if you try, you always come crawling back for more.”

your second orgasm doesn’t let you argue back. it crashes on you causing a squeal to corrupt your throat. yuta finally pulls away with your cum dripping down his chin.

“so far only two orgasms— i don’t think the person who’s just a bodyguard is satisfied with that.” you whine, remember how you told the prince of monaco about yuta just being a bodyguard.

“yuta, please,” you pause when hearing the sound of him undoing his belt and it hitting the floor with a light thud. “i’m really s—sor— fuck!” you cry out when feeling him sink in without warning.

your hands firmly grip the sheets— tugging it off the corners of the bed and rolling towards you. “yuta, please forgive me—!” the position makes the tip of his cock hit your sweet spot.

“forgive you?” yuta scoffs while pounding your hips against his. “p—please, i love you!” yuta doesn’t let those three words phase him, instead he continues pounding your hips against his. “i love you, yuta.” your eyes sting and your tears bleed into the white sheets.

“aren’t i just a bodyguard? you can’t love a bodyguard, it’s against royalty rules.” yuta grunts out, his jaw clenched in anger as he remembers how he can’t have you.

“yo—you’re my bodyguard and i love you.” his thrusts become slow, catching him off guard. he shakes it off and continues to pound your hips with his.

your back arches more as his nails dig into your skin, leaving indentation. “i—im cumming.” your throat was raw. “do it. squeeze your tight pussy around my cock, princess.”

you fall forward as yuta slams his hips once more and pushes you. you clench tightly around emptiness while feeling yutas cum drip out of you and onto the sheets.

yuta goes to the bathroom and grabs a wash cloth, he comes back and wipes your thighs clean. he washes the wash cloth and hands it til it dries.

yuta comes back to you shaking. “cold, princess?” he asks and receives no answer. “princess.” he swipes his underpants off the ground and sits next to you. “whats wrong?” he turns you to see tears dripping down your temples.

“princess.” his tone was worried as he pulled you into his arms. “why— what’s wrong?” you shake your head, pushing him off. “look at me and talk to me, princess.” you uncover your face and yuta melts.

“what’s wrong.” he repeats. “yuta, i really do love you.” your voice cracked as the lump still wouldn’t leave. “princess, our love is forbidden. we can’t love each other.”

“but, yuta, i love you. i really do.” yuta softly grins and leans forward, pressing his lips on yours. “princess,” he sighs. “i love you, too.”

“do you really?” your eyes bubble up. “yes, i’ll say it, again. i love you and only you.” the heavy ache on your chest leaves. “good because you’re stuck with me forever. i’ll fight for us.” yuta softly laughs.

you sure as hell did.

[maliciousblog]

Bodyguard 2 (Mingi)

Having cookies for breakfast probably wasn't ideal but they made your heart happy so cookies it was.

You did notice a few missing from the sheet.

You had an idea of who the cookie thief was but didn't bring it up. Chuckling at the idea of your big burly bodyguard having a sweet tooth.

With his daily dose of mouth numbingly bitter coffee that he made that filled the entire kitchen with the smell of slightly burnt coffee beans.

He never really seemed to be the kind to indulge you but he occasionally did.

Bringing you sweet treats during your work breaks or picking you up bridal style for when your feet hurt from walking in those painful yet pretty high heels he picked out for you.

As he injected himself into your life like slow poison creeping into your life.

When you did begin to notice it was too late he had already sunk his fangs so far into you it would be impossible to fight him off.

He had your routine down to the very last detail.

From when you woke up in the morning to when you went to sleep.

Making the excuse that he was just doing his job when following you around like a shadow.

When he couldn't shadow you he watched you through the many cameras he had placed around the house in plain view the others he had discreetly hidden in your bedroom his own personal reality show starring his favourite doll.

It was wrong but he was too selfish to care. His life was boring and bleak and you came in like a ray of sunshine.

It didn't take long before his obsession got out of hand you were his coping mechanism from the night terrors he regularly suffering from. The PTSD from his time in the military gave him insomnia those sleepless nights when the voices in his head got too loud watching you or being around you helped ground him it helped him clutch onto the little ounce of sanity he had left.

He could never let you know his real feelings for you what if you pushed him away what if you made your father hire a new bodyguard he couldn't let that be. For the first time in his life he has something precious something worth living for he can't let that get away from he won't let anyone steal you away from him. Not your loser friends not even the sleezebags that hit on you.

He had to isolate you make you feel like no one was there for you except him. It wouldn't take him too much time. He was used to playing mind games. He was trained in psychological warfare little you didn't stand a chance in the first place.

Your father was overworked and stressed to the hilt it didn't take him too much time to manipulate him to increasing your security and limiting your public interactions all it took was him to forge up some face evidence of a possible kidnapping for ransom. He hired some lowlife criminal to stage an abduction it was simple really.

You were on your way back home you insisted on walking back without him. His presence was overbearing and suffocating at times. You were grateful for his dedication to his work but having someone tail you 24 hours of the day made life suffocating.

It was like he was a ghost haunting you whenever you looked over your shoulder he was there. He was there right around every single corner. You could almost smell his cologne on you even though he never once touched you. It was like his scent had seeped into your bones and nested itself in you.

You just needed some fresh air you need some time away from the intoxication of him.

He hesitantly agreed to let you out of a short post dinner walk around the neighborhood. Reminding you to keep your location on at all times and to text him the moment you felt even something go slightly wrong.

The relief from finally getting some alone time was rather short lived.

As you were so caught up in the moment you didn't notice the van circling up to until the Masked men grabbed you of the curb to your house yanking you away from the safety of familiarity.

He had hired a few lowlife thugs to abduct you off the block he made them drive around in circles.

The dark tinted windows on the van made it impossible for you to figure out where exactly you were.

They bound you down stuffing a dirty rag into your mouth muffling your screams of terror.

He made them rough house you slapping you around until your lips bled. Tossing you between them like a rag doll. He made them tell you all the nasty things they would do to you and that there was nothing you could do to stop them.

Which they were happy to oblige they got to terrorize a pretty little thing like all the while getting payed for it what more could they ask for.

They had been only driving around for a few hours but it felt like an eternity to you.

Mingi knew exactly where you were as he drove close following the van. He could here what exactly those men were doing to you through the live feed camera if it was a decent man he would be disgusted by the sight but he took some sick pleasure in you screaming out for help especially when he caught you screaming out his face it sent blood rushing straight down making the strain on his pants almost uncomfortable.

He decided you had enough torture for the day as he rear ended the van before ripping the door wide open the look of desperation and relief that flooded your tear stained eyes sent a chill down his spine.

You were too dazed to notice the knowing look the men in the van gave him as he pulled out his firearm making them promptly leave the scene with you in his arms.

He placed you inside he couldn't get your hands off him it wasn't like he was complaining but he needed to make you break completely before he could have you.

As he silently drove you back home relaying to your father that he had you and you were safe.

Under usual circumstances he would have himself cleaned and bandaged your bloody and bruised body himself but he needed you to feel disgusted by yourself he needed you to be desperate for his validation. He wanted you to feel guilty for not listening to him in the first place and be absolutely desperate to make it up to him.

He gave you the cold shoulder and left you in your room for the doctor to patch you up.

It broke his heart to see you sobbing alone in your room all he wanted to do was to wrap his arms around and tell you that it was going to be okay but his indifference was necessary for his plan to work out.

The rest of the week he maintained his cold demeanour only speaking when absolutely necessary and taking his meals alone in his office.

This was killing you he had become the only constant in your life and now he was shutting you out all because you didn't listen to him and landed yourself in trouble he wouldn't even look at you he made you feel like you were dirty as if you were responsible for what happened and now not even worth the trouble to reprimand.

You just wanted some reaction out of him scream , shout anything just anything but this deafening silence.

He could see you slowly start to break you began to talk less your appetite had dwindled and you started to get paranoid of everything and everyone around you. The fact that he hired some of his old military buddies to stalk you and rile you up. He had them show up when you were with your friends instructing them to stare you down or follow you close behind when you were out making sure you never had a moment of peace. Making them pass demeaning and vulgur comments at you. He knew you could do nothing about it.

He planted a seed of fear in you that all but consumed you slowly eating away from the inside leaving you feeling rotten.

You refused to leave the house let alone your room. Spending most of your days locked in trying to distract yourself with anything that would hold your attention.

When you did come out it was like watching a ghost roam around the halls of the mansion.

You felt so cold so alone. You just wanted some warmth as you felt the chill seeping into your bones.

It was the weekend usually you and Mingi would be curled up on the sofa either watching some cheesy romcom or some corny horror movie stuffing your face with treats he would bring at your request.

Your eyes lingered on the tv the blank screen showing yourself staring back at you.

You could hear the sound of feet click at a distance maybe you could convince him to spend some time with you and atleast watch a movie.

You sprinted to catch him before he disappeared again.

Mingi you all but shouted

His figure merely turned around to acknowledge you. Raising an eyebrow waiting for you to continue.

*Can we watch a movie together?* You looked at him expectantly. He wouldn't say no to you but at this point your self esteem had been so shattered you began to doubt that he would fullfill your simple request. It made you feel pathetic and worthless weren't you even worth a few hours of time. Tears were clouding your eyes at you watched him contemplate.

"No" was all he said as he headed back.

That was the final blow to your self worth it felt like he had thrown a rock into the house of cards that was your mental health.

You couldn't take it anymore you just wanted something anything good or bad it didn't matter. He broke you so bad that you would be willing to lick his affection off a knife if that's what it came down to.

The flood gates opened.

"Why not. You are my bodyguard and you'll do what I say and I'm not asking I'm telling you that you will watch a movie with me".

You couldn't help but cringe at your tone and how utterly immature you were sounding right now.

To which he simply replied. " I will not Y/N I have work to do . The world doesn't revolve around you and for your information it's your precious father that pays me and not you. All you can expect from he is to keep you safe nothing more nothing less got it. So stop being an entitled brat and let me do my job."

Was that all you were to him another job what was all the hours spent together what happened to the pet names he called you. Your name felt like poison on his tongue. He was always there for you like your shadow and now he had grown distant like strangers.

"No !! No ... No it's not fair you can't just leave me like this . I know I messed up but you can't treat me like I'm fucking invisible. You will do as I say "

Your cries turning into howling begging him to stay even for just a little while you just wanted to feel human again not just like some object. You just wanted to feel something anything this numbness and fear was turning you insane.

From demanding to pleading anything and everything you tried. Hurtling insults at him singing praise anything you didn't care that your throat was on fire from the ordeal.

At this point you were shouting at him your own voice ringing in your ears as he dead panned at you completely indifferent to your outburst.

"I don't have to do anything. You spoilt cunt" was all he said as he turned back heading to his office.

You couldn't fucking believe this . He just witnessed you have a mental breakdown and he was just going to leave like that.

You grabbed the nearest object you could find the unfortunate victim being a flower vase as you sent it aiming it right at him.

It didn't take much effort to evade your attempt to hurt him.

You watched as the vase shatter on the floor beside him.

The sound of glass shattering bringing you back to reality. The realisation made your blood turn cold like ice running through your veins.

You couldn't believe what you had done he did nothing to deserve this you absused him when all he ever did was try to keep you safe and in return you absused him verbally and assaulted him physically.

You were truly a pathetic useless waste of space.

Rage filled him as you watched him lunge at your hands wrapping around your throat cutting off your oxygen supply. Grabbing you by the neck and slamming you into the nearest wall.

His eyes were burning holes into you. The grip on your neck grows tighter by the second your vision begins to blur.

You were mortified a slew of apologies leaving your lips. Begging him for forgiveness telling him just how sorry you were.

You didn't mean for this to happen you never meant to hurt him. You cared for him you were friends to which you felt his grip tighten a bit more.

You would do anything to earn his forgiveness anything. Words were barely coherent as you tried your best to appease him.

His stoic expression never once faltering.

"You really are sorry huh... Princess why don't you get on your knees and show me just how sorry you are maybe then I'll consider your joke of an apology"

You were to stunned to speak let alone react physically a second to long and he let go of your neck send you down your body limp onto your knees not having the strength to hold yourself upright anymore.

"Tsk that what I thought useless" was all he said as he turned to take a step back when you grabbed his pants eyes pleading maybe the pathetic sight in front of him would change his mind as you continued to apologise.

"I don't want empty words Princess"

The nickname once filled with affection now just felt demeaning and condescending.

He had caged you there was no place to go no escape from this.

With shaking hands you unbuckled his belt unzipped his pants and taking his out. The sick bastard was already hard and leaking your tears did nothing but motivate him your begging making him painfully hard.

As you took him into your mouth a groan escaped his lips as he threw his head back the warmth of your sweet mouth making him dizzy. Your fawn like wide eyed expression with a mouth full of his cock was a heavenly sight to see. So incredibly lewd he wanted to sear the memory permanently into his mind.

He grabbed your hair to steady himself the whine of discomfort that vibrated through your throat from the pain in your scalp from his rough handling made him shiver.

Grabbing the back of your head he moved you up and down his cock pulling out to thrust back in hitting the back of your throat at a bruising pace.

"Just like that princess. You are so good for me aren't you.

You look so beautiful like this .

So perfect so pretty"

The words of praise made you shift . Words of affirmation felt so new almost it was the first validation you had got ever since the months of isolation you had been isolated to.

It made you feel wanted him praising you felt addictive. It was like drain during a drought.

You craved more of it. It made you feel needed made you felt like you were worth something to someone.

He picked up on the change in your demeanour. You were so eager to please.

Trying to take him further into your throat gagging and drooling in the process.

So eager to please so desperate to be praised to which he happily obliged.

Whispering sweet honey coated Praises.

His perfect angel being so good for him taking him so well making him feel so good.

You could feel the wetness pool in your panties seeping into the fabric. From his praise.

One of your hands hiking up your dress pulling your panties to one side fingers moving to give some friction to your weeping attention starved cunt. The frustration was killing you.

As your fingers began to work he his boot clad feet swiftly kicking your hand away as you withdrew from him. Eyeing him liked a kicked puppy.

Confussion and hurt in your eyes as you clutched your aching hand.

"You think you deserve to cum after the stunt you just pulled. Cumming is a privilege princess a dirty bitch like you needs to fucking earn. If you are so desperate to cum ride my boot. Go on I know the frustration must be burning you up. If you want to cum get back on your knees and finish me off and I'll grant you the privilege of ridding my boot and getting yourself off like a bitch in heat"

It took you a second to register that he was being dead serious.

Your judgement was too clouded to to disobey.

Not wanting to agitate him further you did as he ordered.

Gingerly placing your clothed cunt on his boot while he caged you in with his other leg making sure you didn't have room to escape. Letting out a hiss as you slid him back into your mouth his hand on the back of your neck moving him up and down his length hair tight in in his fist maneuvering you to give him what he wants he can feel you move yourself grinding down on him the sight was lewd and downright perverted his mind raced a thousand miles an hour racing between all the things he could get you to do.

He could feel your movements starting to faltering uneven and desperate you were close. Go ahead princess cum on me.

He felt your throat constrict as you came making him tip over the edge sending ropes of hot cum down your throat an iron grip on the back of your head making sure you couldn't waste any of his spend.

Once he was done he tucked himself back in.

"Wanna watch a scary movie sweetheart?"

[wonwoosmagnetic]

Guarded Hearts | jjk

Prologue

Synopsis:

In a world where power and privilege collide, Evangeline Perez is more than just an heiress—she’s a force of nature. At twenty-four, she’s determined to carve her own path, even if it means defying her father’s overprotective instincts. But when a reckless stunt puts her life at risk, her father hires a bodyguard to keep her safe: Jeon Jungkook, a ruggedly handsome man with secrets of his own.

As tensions flare and sparks fly, Evangeline struggles against the constraints of her gilded cage, while Jungkook battles his growing attraction to the fiercely independent woman he’s sworn to protect. With danger lurking in the shadows, can they navigate the fine line between duty and desire? Or will the walls around their hearts prove more formidable than any threat?

Pairing: bodyguard!Jungkook x rich!reader

Word Count: 1780~

Author Note: Tried to keep the word count high, but alas :(

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CHAPTER - 1

Jeon Jungkook usually thinks his job is straightforward. Protecting a few high-profile clients from danger? He’s been doing it for nine years, and every one of his previous clients praised him, leaving only when the company reassigned him. He trusts his agency, confident they assign him the most important tasks—like safeguarding politicians. So why, he wonders, has he been handed a girl? A naive and annoying girl who seems to despise him.

It’s been a week without a single dangerous interaction, leading him to conclude she isn’t a significant target. Why, then, was he assigned to her? This thought spirals through his mind repeatedly. He wants to ask his company, but he doesn’t want to come off as ungrateful.

“How’s the new job been, Kook? Is the girl really the pain in the ass everyone says she is?”

“Every bit and more, Hobi. Every bit and more.”

As you walk through the mall with Jungkook trailing at a respectable distance, Jimin turns to you, eyebrows raised. “So your father is paying a hot dude to follow you around, and you’re upset? Why?”

“If the hot dude is at my throat, literally reporting everything I do to my dad, then yes,” you mutter, frustration bubbling over. Jungkook is annoying and cold. He only speaks when absolutely necessary, aside from that brat tamer comment, which makes you want to forget all about feminism.

Jimin scrunches his face in confusion. “What did you expect a bodyguard to do? Definitely not—”

“Ms. Perez, you have to be at your father's event in fifteen minutes. I recommend we leave now to avoid traffic.” Jungkook interrupts, his tone clipped and professional.

“Jeon, you’re my bodyguard, not my assistant.” You glance at the latest collection in the store, trying to ignore him. “Besides, Dad's speeches are awful. The later I arrive, the better.”

“Ms. Perez, I’ve been instructed—”

“Jeon. I said I will leave when I want to.” You lock eyes with him, challenging his authority. “Okay, totally not awkward,” Jimin interjects, looking between the two of you.

“Ms. Perez, I have been ordered to ensure you arrive at your father’s event on time. I don’t enjoy disappointing my clients.” His unwavering gaze softens your resolve.

“Jeon, you’re not disappointing me—”

“Your father is my client.” You clench your jaw, frustration rising. Just as you’re about to respond, Jimin jumps in.

“Eva, we’ve shopped enough for the gala. Let’s go before your father revokes my privileges.” He nudges you toward the exit, avoiding Jungkook’s piercing stare.

“I’d like that very much,” you mutter under your breath, annoyance simmering beneath the surface.

Jungkook had never met someone as annoying, deceiving, and nerve-wracking as you. Every time you opened your mouth, he felt a wave of irritation wash over him. Why can’t she see how reckless she’s being? he thought, the frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. It’s like she thrives on chaos. Doesn’t she realize the stakes?

He wished he could just tune out your constant defiance, but it was impossible. How hard is it to follow instructions? he mused, exasperated. If only she would listen for once, maybe we could avoid all this drama.

You had a talent for turning every situation into a battleground, and it drove him to the edge. I signed up for protection, not a full-time babysitting gig. He never wanted to quit a job so badly as he did with you. This is beyond what I bargained for.

The thought of enduring one more minute of your stubbornness made him want to pull his hair out. You have potential, Eva, he reminded himself. But you waste it on petty rebellions. When will you learn?

But deep down, he knew he was getting drawn into your whirlwind whether he liked it or not.

Annoyed, you sit in the car, biting your lip as frustration bubbles up. Was Jungkook just another way for your father to control your life? The thought is maddening, and if things keep going this way, you’ll snap. Just as you’re spiraling, Jungkook takes a left turn, bringing you back to the present.

"Ms. Perez, we need to drop off your acquaintance before heading to the speech," Jungkook says, his tone clipped and authoritative.

"Jeon, Jimin is coming with me. I don't care what your orders are," you retort, anger flaring.

"I have been instructed to take you there alone, Ms. Perez," he replies, keeping his eyes on the road.

"And I don’t give a damn about your instructions! Jimin is coming with me," you snap, your irritation growing.

"Guys—" Jimin tries to interject, caught in the middle of your escalating conflict.

"No, Jimin. I’ve had enough of this!" Your voice rises, the tension in the car thickening.

"Either he comes with me, or we don't go to the speech at all, Jeon. Pick your fighter."

You lean forward, locking eyes with him, a challenge clear in your gaze.

The silence that follows hangs heavily, the engine humming softly beneath it.

Jimin, sensing it’s for the best, says, "You know what, Eva? I think I have to be somewhere." He gets out of the car, pursing his lips. "I'll text you later." You look at him, feeling completely betrayed by his sudden change of demeanor. You slam the car door shut and hit your head against the seat. You know it’s wrong to lash out at Jimin, but he was supposed to be your friend, your support. Jungkook silently drives ahead to the hall.

"If you think I have listened to you, then you are wrong Jeon."

"Sure Ms. Perez, if you say so."

On reaching the venue, as Jungkook opens your door, you squint against the harsh light. You step out, a solemn expression on your face, and immediately spot your family. They are the life of every party, while you feel like just a shadow in the background. The flowers in your hands droop, mirroring your mood. You know you will never be like your father, no matter how hard he tries or you try.

"Eva, I can't believe you are here on time!" your step mother says as both your parents make their way to you. You force a smile on your face. "Does that mean you forgive me about the entire bodyguard situation?" your dad whispers to you. you look at him a little flabbergasted, "No Dad,you can’t just brush that aside. It’s not that simple.” Your voice is firm, but the slight tremor reveals the tension bubbling beneath the surface.

Your father’s smile falters, and you see a flicker of concern in his eyes. “Eva, we can discuss this later. Right now, let’s focus on the event.”

You take a deep breath, struggling to maintain your composure. “Fine. But don’t expect me to pretend everything’s okay.”

As the event unfolds, you find yourself surrounded by laughter and chatter, but all you can feel is the weight of expectation bearing down on you. The hall sparkles with lavish decorations, and everyone seems to radiate joy—everyone except you.

Your stepmother chats animatedly with guests, her laughter ringing out like a bell, while you stand slightly apart, holding the drooping flowers like a lifeline. You catch glimpses of Jungkook, standing at a distance with a stoic expression, eyes scanning the room.

“What are you staring at?” you mutter, approaching him.

“Just ensuring your safety, Ms. Perez,” he replies, his tone clipped and professional. There’s a wall between you, one he’s carefully constructed, and it frustrates you more than you care to admit.

“I’m not a child, Jeon,” you say, crossing your arms defiantly. “I can handle myself.”

His gaze doesn’t waver. “That’s not the point. It’s about protecting you and your reputation. The media is always watching.”

“Great. Just what I need—another reminder of how I’m supposed to be perfect.” You roll your eyes, feeling the anger simmer beneath the surface.

The lights dim as your father steps up to the podium, his voice echoing through the hall. “Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests,” he begins, and you force yourself to pay attention. “Thank you for joining us tonight to celebrate the launch of my latest brand, Hemilton.”

As he continues, you feel your thoughts drifting. You glance around the room, observing the conversations, the laughter, and the clinking of glasses. Everyone is so engrossed in the festivities, and you feel utterly alone.

When your father finally mentions you, it’s brief and almost casual. “I’d like to thank my daughter, Eva, for her support and my lovely wife, Shanaya.” He smiles at you, but it feels more like an obligation than genuine acknowledgment.

Tears prick your eyes as frustration builds. “Is this it?” you whisper to yourself, feeling like a ghost haunting the edges of the celebration.

As your father wraps up his speech, you can’t hold back the tears any longer. The cameras pan to you, and you stand, shaking. “I can’t do this!” you exclaim, your voice breaking. “The least she deserves is her name in the speech!”

Jungkook’s expression shifts, concern etched across his features. He starts moving toward you, but you can’t bear the thought of being comforted right now. You turn on your heel and make for the exit, the weight of everyone’s expectations feeling suffocating.

Tears well in your eyes as you listen to your dad's speech. Hemilton was your mother’s brand—how could he do this to her? Did she not deserve even a single mention? He thanks Shanaya but not her? You take a deep breath, rising to your feet, trying to compose yourself. The cameras pan to you, but you can’t stop yourself from breaking down in front of them.

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Jungkook didn’t know what he was doing, but hours later, he would reflect on his instincts to protect his clients. Deep down, he understood it was more than just duty; it was personal. Watching you struggle, seeing the turmoil in your eyes—it felt like a profound failure on his part.

How could this happen? 

When he removed his coat and wrapped it around you, it was more than just an act of kindness. It was a protective gesture, a silent promise. You’re safe now, he thought, draping the fabric over you. It was a small shield against the judgmental eyes of the media.

His hand settled gently on your back, guiding you away from the chaos and into one of the spare rooms. No one should endure this kind of public exposure, he mused, feeling the warmth of your presence against his palm. He could hear you whimpering, each sound striking a chord deep within him.

[tbaluver]

Hi! I’ve been really enjoying your lads hcs, and I want to request where reader is an idol. Thank you and have a good day!

When You're An Idol- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader genre: fluff fluff a/n: hihi anonnie ! i'm happy to hear you're enjoying my works i hope this was okay ! ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ fun fact i used to be like a big kpop stan in like high school but now i just enjoy their music anyways okane kasegu watashi wa suta any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

Oh he's your biggest fan.

He'll have all your albums and photocards. He'll even have plushies and keychains of your character that you made for a collaboration event. He'll even have that keychain on his sword.

If you were in a group, he doesn't really recognize the other members there because to him you are the face of the group. You're the main visuals, dancer, vocalists, and rapper. His eyes are always placed on you.

He streams all your shows, music videos, fan cams, music, any minute and second he can. Any concept you had was his favorite concepts. He secretly saves some fan edits of you.

He in fact does get jealous when there's rumors about you having a dating rumor with another idol. You'll reassure him and you'll immediately deny the rumors are false to the public. They probably just caught you and Xavier on a date and assumed it was a different idol.

He's also very protective of you in public. He's basically like your bodyguard. He'll lead you away from any fans and paparazzi's when you both just want some alone time.

Zayne:

Just because you're an idol does not mean he's not your doctor. He STILL is and he insisted that it's beneficial for you that he's your doctor. And who are you to complain? With both your busy schedules, you two can catch up for a bit when you have a checkup. He will still scold you if you're neglecting your health and will tell your managers that it's doctors orders to not put you on a harsh diet or practice.

Y'know how surgeons listen to music while performing a surgery? Well he listens to your entire discography on LOOP while he performs a cardiac surgery. It helps him focus and you get more streams ! No one is allowed to change the music or complain. His colleagues would not have expected him to like your music so they just assume it's because your his patient and that's why he listens to your music.

Nobody knows that you two are dating so you keep your relationship private so no one can disturb your personal lives. He also just doesn't want to be in the spotlight in general.

He'll support you in any way he can. He's not really the type to go to concerts but for you he will. He'll even have his light stick and memorize the fan chants to your songs. If he can't attend your concerts because of work then he'll make sure to stream the live version ones.

He would also send you texts before you have any performances or interviews. He'll make sure to watch on his breaks to support you and will send you a text afterwards, saying how you did so well and he's proud of you.

He's probably also the type to send you flowers or have food delivered to you whenever you're working. It's to keep your relationship private but also a way to show that he loves and supports you.

Rafayel:

His artwork would make frequent features in your music videos which speculates some rumors about you two dating. And you two would make it so OBVIOUS. On both of your social medias, you two would post the same location at the same time. If you two posted a selfie, fans would see you two have matching jewelry or detect you wearing his clothes. He'll 'accidentally' take pictures of your merch in the background of his pics. Rafayel doesn't care if fans found out, I mean it's about time.

He would have a field day with your stylist if they dared to give you the worst outfit, makeup, hair color or style. He would want that stylist to be fired immediately and he'll style you himself.

He'd be so excited when you'd invite him to an event. You two would have matching outfits and you two would be the cutest and prettiest couple there. He's already used to the cameras, interviews, and the people there. It's like him going on an exhibition tour but this time it's more fun because he's with you by his side.

You two would have a lot of photoshoots together. But he just loves to be your personal photographer. He'll make sure to make his own photocard of himself so you can have it on the back of your phone case like how he has a photocard of you on his phone case.

Any of your shows that you have, he'll attend. He'll make sure to be front row and center so when you see him in the crowd, you can blow him a kiss.

Sylus:

Fans and paparazzi's would be so worried when they found out you were caught entering the N109 Zone. They thought you were getting kidnapped and they just thought the area was too dangerous for their beloved idol. You had to post on social media that you were okay so you and Sylus had to find a better way to meet up.

He would sing your songs in the karaoke room with Luke and Kieran. When you're there, you'll have a duo song or it'll get really competitive.

He also knows how to play the organ so if somehow you needed that instrumental you let him feature in it privately.

Sylus would buy a concert VIP room so he doesn't risk getting caught at your concert. He'll even bring Luke and Kieran because they're your second biggest fans there. He'll tell you which area he is in the concert venue and you'll make sure to look in that direction to acknowledge and appreciate that he's always there to try and support you. He would also have a massive smile on his face when you're performing. He loves to watch you perform and doing something you love.

You two are always facetiming whenever either of you are away. You both miss each others company a lot and can't go by a day without communicating even if it's just a small update.

If any fans tried to stalk you or make you uncomfortable just let him know and he'll take care of it himself.

[ozzgin]

Hello!

🌟 here again! I'm here with another request for our lovely bodyguard yandere.

Have you ever seen videos of fans jumping up onto stages with kpop idols? Then get carried away by security behind stage?

I'd love to see how our lovely violent baby girl would react to not being able to react with immediate violence as a reaction given all the eyes and cameras on him. Would he be stone faced just carrying the stage crasher by the collar like a cat? Or would he be dragging him by the legs into hell?

The reactions of fans to the bodyguard would be interesting too, I could see Reader being jealous over people thirsting over bodyguard on Twitter or something lol. Or bodyguard confused on why people would say stuff like "he could snap my back like a twig and I'd say thank you" about him.

Hope you are taking care, and I have my fingers crossed to hear from you eventually

Sincerely

-🌟

Long overdue and I'm terribly sorry about that! I had the ideas for a while now, but I could never find the proper words to assemble everything. ;-;

Yandere! Bodyguard x Idol! Reader (III)

Your bodyguard has gained sudden Internet fame after dealing with a crazed fan on stage. Naturally, he couldn't care less about anyone else, but that doesn't stop you from trying to make him jealous in return. Someone will have to be the sacrificial lamb to his murderous possessiveness.

Content: female reader, obsessive behavior, violence, death, reader and yandere are both psycho

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

The screen of your phone lights up again and you only need a quick glance to know what it is. Another post about last night’s event. About your bodyguard. You sink your nails into the leather chair and look ahead towards the mirror, exchanging a smile with the hairstylist.

“Oh, it looks lovely! You always do such a great job.” You compliment the woman as you tilt your head both ways, admiring the gentle curls. Now get the fuck out already.

“I’m so glad! Is there anything else you’d like me to-”

“No, that’s all. You can go”, you respond curtly.

The stylist collects her products and waves at you, exiting the room. The phone vibrates once more with a new notification, and you promptly throw it against the door. It scatters in large chunks of scrap across the plush carpet.

The whole ordeal happened within seconds. You were performing the final song of the evening when a fan hurled himself over the security barrier and onto the stage. The people standing at the very front began screaming and some took their phones out, scrambling for a good angle to record everything.

“Please, (Y/N), I’m your biggest fan!” the man pleaded, approaching you with shaking hands.

You froze in place, observing his actions with the same indifference of watching a TV ad that goes on for too long. Before the stranger could even reach your proximity, your bodyguard effortlessly and speedily threw him over the shoulder, giving you a reassuring nod and retreating backstage. He had that smile on his face that signaled he was pissed, and your mouth hung open in realization: You wouldn’t be able to witness the massacre.

You knew that expression all too well. That man would never see the light of day again, and under normal circumstances you would be right behind your bodyguard, cheering him on and suggesting ways to further torment of whoever dared to get too close to you.

And yet, your little ritual had been interrupted. You stood there on the stage, baffled, as the other idols gathered around you with worried looks. You poor thing. That must’ve been terrifying. The audience was shouting words of support, encouraging you to continue as if nothing happened. With pursed lips, you tightened your grip around the microphone and reassured everyone of your well-being. The show had to go on, regardless of your bloodlust.

This morning, you woke up to hundreds of posts online about the incident. Or rather, the way your bodyguard dealt with it. You scrolled through photos, videos, and confessions regarding the mysterious stranger who protected you from harm.

“I need a man like that in my life!”, “I know, right? So cool!”, “Imagine how easily he’d pick you up”, “The broad shoulders! I’m in love <3”

You don’t even have time to be properly upset about it. Your schedule for the day is packed with interviews and photoshoots. You glance in the mirror one final time and exit the room. The bodyguard has been waiting for you, resting against the wall with crossed arms.

“I need a new phone”, you tell him in a casual tone.

“What happened to the previous one?” He inquires, somewhat confused by your sudden request.

“Just do it!” You snap at the large man, rushing past him without providing any window for a reaction.

Ideally, you would very much like to tell him that the sudden influx of attention irritates you beyond comprehension. Then he’d reassure you that his indifference towards everyone else has not changed whatsoever, and thus your worries are entirely unfounded; but, if you need an outlet to release all that stress, he can easily find an empty changing room and service you like he always does.

Unfortunately, there is no time for that.

The bodyguard follows your movements with raised eyebrows, perplexed. What could’ve gotten you into such a sour mood? Has someone caused you to be upset? Are you still pouting after the missed playtime? He ponders the possibilities as he searches for an assistant.

The employee is visibly startled upon hearing his deep voice calling her. She turns obediently and nods, flashing her best customer-facing smile.

“Can you get (Y/N) a new phone?” he asks plainly.

“Huh? Sure…Did she specify any preferences? What was her previous model?”

He stares in confusion.

“…Can’t you guess?” she insists.

“I’m not good with these things.” The bodyguard rummages through his pocket and pulls out an old, cracked device to prove his point. “I don’t use phones much.”

Why would he? The only time he needs a phone is when he’s apart from you, which hasn’t happened since the Christmas incident. He previously considered a more modern option, so he could stalk your social media and make sure you don’t have any perverts sliding into your messages. That proved to be unnecessary, as you frequently leave your phone unattended or involve him in the process: most of your photos posted online nowadays are actually curated by his truly.

“Oh, so you don’t know about the recent craze?” The woman chuckles and takes out her own phone, speedily tapping on the screen before presenting it to the man. “See? You’re trending!”

He scans the multitude of messages. Ah, so that’s what it was. His lips curl into a grin. To think he’d witness his spoiled idol struggle with jealousy.

“That will be it for today!” the photographer announces, gesturing with his hands and guiding his helpers with the expensive equipment.

This was it, the last photoshoot. You unscrew the cap from your water bottle and take a healthy sip from it, wiping the sweat off your forehead with your other hand. The only good part about the continuous work was that you couldn’t check more of those annoying posts drooling over your bodyguard. Remembering it is enough to increase your heartbeat. The male model you were paired with for this campaign walks in your direction.

“Say, do you have anything planned after this?” He questions smugly. “You could come back to my place.”

What a ridiculous idea, you think with a grimace. Does this asshat think he’s worthy of your company? After a second of contemplation, you’re flooded with the same disappointment you felt back on the stage, watching your fan being carried away like a mere piece of cardboard over the much larger frame of your bodyguard. You might just consider the stupid offer. Why not? It’s not fair to be the only one plagued by jealousy.

“Sure. I know a better place, though.”

Your eyes narrow in a bright smile and you lead the young man towards your backstage room. As you pass by your bodyguard, you remember to mention in a low voice: “Make sure no one disturbs us.” He doesn’t answer, merely gazes at you with an empty expression.

“Man, that guy is scary as hell”, the model remarks as he throws himself in your vanity seat. “Are you not afraid to be alone with him?”

“Not really, no”, you respond idly. “You, on the other hand…”

“Excuse me?”

Now then. To set the scene, you gingerly climb into the man’s lap and adjust your arms around his neck. What a frail little human in comparison to your bodyguard. You blush in anticipation and begin counting in your head.

“H-hey, what did you mean-”

The young man is interrupted by someone’s abrupt intrusion. Your bodyguard throws you a quick glance before turning to close the door behind him. Alright, he can’t be too excited. He must pretend he’s furious, baffled, out for the hunt. You went all the way out for him. He even checked his watch to make sure you had enough time. He can’t let his enthusiasm betray him.

You jump out of the model’s hold with a gasp.

“It’s not what you think~!” you exclaim with feigned surprise. “He started flirting with me and I…” Your words trail off and you rub your arm nervously.

The bodyguard approaches the other man with monotonous movements and grabs him by the collar.

“Wait, you can’t possibly…he’s a well-known model!”, you protest with a fake cry.

Sweet little darling. Worry not, he won’t disappoint you. He’ll put on the best show for your sake. Anything to soothe your innocent heart.

“Could be the President himself”, your bodyguard confesses with a dash of theatrics, “and I’d still break his fucking neck for touching you.” He pulls out his pocketknife and looks at you. “I’ll deal with you in a moment, Miss.”

Your knees weaken and you have to rest against the vanity table. Among the screams and pleads for mercy coming from the poor butchered model, you can only focus on one thing: the violent fucking you’re about to receive.

Your bodyguard truly knows you best.

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

Old Money, Bratty Honey

pairing: bodyguard!Wonwoo x heiress!reader x bodyguard!Vernon

genre: smut - minors dni.

warnings: car sex (a limo specifically), public sex (the windows are tinted but still), mean dom!wonwoo, switch!vernon, brat!reader, sir kink, edging, hair pulling, blowjobs, facefucking, degradation, masturbation, voyeurism, cum swallowing, reader is rich and spoiled (yk how the rest goes)

requested by @onlymingyus

word count: 1.7k

summary: being born in money gives you the chance to try pretty much everything in the world - that includes fucking your two hot bodyguards in your dad's limousine.

Author's note: hello <3 this fic was requested by beloved mars - the unesco forum pics did a LOT of damage

tagging: @gyuwoncheol @wonwussy bcs they asked to suffer so here we are

©multi-kpop-fanfics, 2023. No reposting allowed. No translations allowed without permission.

“Do you remember your speech?”

“Tch, of course I do.” You roll your eyes. “I wrote it myself, remember?”

“I know you did. Just wanted to check whether your brain cells are still active.” Wonwoo smirks.

“Unlucky for you, they are very much intact and in better shape than yours.” You bite back.

“Is there any time of any day where the two of you don’t argue?” Vernon groans from behind you. “Can we just…enjoy the little time we have left until we arrive at the venue?”

“Mmm, of course we can, Nonie.” You turn your attention to your other bodyguard. “He’s never fun, either way. But you are way more fun, right?” You make yourself comfortable in his lap, your manicured hands smoothing over his chest.

“Anything for you, honey. You know me.” Vernon smirks and leans in the crevice of your neck, lips and tongue gliding over your skin.

Wonwoo sighs in defeat and averts his eyes from the unfolding scene, trying to ignore it. 

If it wasn’t for the hefty salary that gets deposited every month in his bank account, he wouldn’t even be here. He would rather be walking at a dingy bar, rather than have to babysit a rich brat like you. 

And the worst thing of all? You’re smart and hot as fuck - to the point where he wants to stuff your mouth full of his dick and make you cry.

You’re aware of how uptight and cold Wonwoo is towards you and you can’t really blame him for his attitude - being head of security under your dad basically requires that attitude. Which makes messing around with him even more fun for you.

Vernon, on the other hand, is your assigned personal bodyguard and would fold in half for you, if you asked him to. One bat of your eyelashes is enough to make him cave to any request of yours, thus giving you the perfect cover for your night escapades.

But of course, he always gets rewarded for his secrecy and faith to you - in the form of letting him fuck you dumb more than often.

This is one of the occasions where you want to mess around with both of them at the same time.

You throw the fabric of your gown backwards to uncover your legs and give yourself enough space to grind your clothed pussy over Vernon’s slacks. 

“Careful with your gown, honey.” He reminds you.

“It’s just fabric, I could have tens of that.” You grin towards him.

“How rich and bratty, coming from you.” Wonwoo comments with a venomous tone.

“Yeah, that’s because I am rich, bratty, pretty and smart and you want to fuck me so bad.” You reply boldly.

He slides next to Vernon and grips your jaw with his right hand, keeping it steady directly in front of his face.

“You’re right, little bitch. I want to fuck the brat out of you, to the point you’re crying and begging me to stop.” His voice feels deeper and colder than the ocean, his eyes burning holes in your skull through his horn-rimmed glasses.

You almost hate how hot and fuckable Wonwoo looks today - but you’ve always wanted to know what’s hidden under his professional attire.

“I would like to see you try, you fucking nerd. I bet you’re still a virgin-”

He cuts you off by dragging you off Vernon’s lap and pushes you down on your knees, between his thighs.

“Dude, what the hell!” Vernon glares at the older man.

“Shut the fuck up, Vernon. You have gotten plenty of time with her since you got your job. Now sit back and watch.” Wonwoo orders him as he unbuttons his pants and lets his cock spring free.

Your eyes widen at the size and it makes your mouth fill with saliva and your pussy dampens your Victoria’s Secret panties.

“Tell me, Vernon - Does the pretty brat over here like to suck dick?” Wonwoo asks with a dangerous glint in his eyes as he runs his fist over his shaft.

“Y-Yeah, she does.” The younger man stutters.

“Does she swallow?”

“Yes, she does.”

“Yes what, Vernon?”

“Yes s-sir.”

“Hm, at least one of you can behave.” Wonwoo turns his attention to you again.

“Enjoying the power trip, Wonwoo?” You place your hands over his thighs, rubbing them up and down.

“It’s Sir for you, little brat.” He puts his hand behind your neck and brings your face close enough to let his cock slap against your cheek. “Now put your smartass mouth to good use, will you?”

“And what if I don’t want to?” You rile him up even more.

Wonwoo threads his hands in the back of your hair and forcefully slides his cock in your mouth. You gag when the tip hits your throat, but you manage to suppress your reflex with ease.

“Fuck, honey…” Vernon curses under his breath and starts palming himself over his pants.

“No need to be jealous, Vernon - I’m sure you have experienced this already, right?” Wonwoo chuckles as he uses your hair as leverage to fuck your face.

“I could get used to this, Y/N - this cock-stuffed version of yours is quite likable.”

You grunt in response and purposefully drag your teeth over his cock, eliciting a hiss from him. He drags you off his cock and pulls you upwards, forcing your back to arch.

“Do that one more time and your daddy will find out his precious daughter is a fucking slut.” He threatens you.

“You don’t want to do this, Sir.” You slur the title on purpose. “You’ll be at loss in the end, especially after fucking me like you wanted to,” you grip his wrist, “So, I suggest you keep your mouth shut and I’ll let you fuck me stupid. How does that sound?” You grin.

“Little bitch.” Wonwoo scoffs and puts your mouth back on his cock.

“Fuck, Y/N, you look so damn pretty.” Vernon moans on the side, his own pants long unbuttoned, hand stroking his pre-cum coated dick. 

Your eyes flit to the younger man and you send him a wink, but it doesn’t go unnoticed by Wonwoo.

“Eyes on me, brat. And you,” he snaps his head towards Vernon, “You better not fucking cum until I say so.”

“S-Sir, I won’t-”

“Don’t. Fucking. Cum.” He repeats with something akin to a growl.

“Fuck, I won’t!” Vernon whines in defeat, a bead of sweat rolling down his neck, his hand slowing down to keep himself on edge.

You moan around Wonwoo’s cock, nails digging in the fabric of his pants as you hollow your cheeks and do your best to bring him closer to his orgasm.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum- You better swallow every last drop like you do with him, princess.” 

You bat your eyelashes to let him know you’re ready and he presses your head until you’ve taken him till the base. You can feel the saltiness of his cum coursing down your throat. You pin your eyes on Wonwoo and stare at him until you’ve sucked his cock clean, swallowing till the last drop.

He retracts his hand and lets you get off his lap, whispering a few words in your ear, low enough to not be heard by anyone else.

“I don’t mean to interrupt but I really need to fucking cum and I don’t want to bust my nut all over the suit.” Vernon half moans, hand gripping his cock tight.

You move between his legs with a sultry smile and engulf his cock with your mouth. It only takes him a few harsh sucking motions of your lips to make him cum, a string of heavy breaths and moans coming out of his mouth.

You release his shaft with an obscene popping sound, opening your mouth to show him the amount of cum in it. You swallow it in one gulp, licking your lips clean.

“Filthy little slut.” Wonwoo clicks his tongue as he tucks himself back in.

“Couldn’t agree more.” Vernon clears his throat and tidies himself as well.

“That was definitely fun,” you sit back on the leather seats and open your purse to take out a pack of wet wipes and clean your hands. A small hair brush follows right after and you fix your hair, as if they were never touched in the first place.

“How is your makeup still intact?” Vernon asks you with narrowed eyes.

“Ever heard of waterproof makeup?” You side eye him.

“As long as Daddy is paying, everything must be on point for his pretty little heiress.” Wonwoo comments. “We’re here, be ready.”

“No need to remind me of my job, Wonwoo.”

As soon as he opens the door of the limousine to help you out, you’re welcomed with countless flashing cameras and microphones shoved in your way, but Vernon rushes next to your side to keep them at a safe distance. 

You put on your finest smile for the cameras, knowing which way to turn your head so the gossip magazines will have only your best shots. 

The noises of the crowd are drowned out once the three of you enter the venue of the gala and your bodyguards double check that everything is okay and you can proceed.

“How ironic to see the two of you being so professional while you were cumming like highschool boys just a few minutes ago.” You giggle.

“How ironic to see you acting like a proper lady after sucking off your security entourage in your daddy’s limousine like a cheap whore.” Wonwoo smirks and you fight back the urge to hit his head with your purse, as you walk over to the table with your assigned seat.

“You didn’t have to be so sassy about it.” Vernon covers his mouth to hide his grin.

“And you should have been more discreet with your visits in her room.” Wonwoo almost snaps at him with a stern look on his face.

“You’re not actually gonna snitch, are you?” The younger man looks at him partially horrified.

Wonwoo’s lips curl in a dirty smirk and he leans into Vernon’s ear.

“As long as you’re willing to stand guard in front of her door all night long while I’m teaching the little brat some manners, then your dirty secret is safe with me.”

Vernon pokes his cheek with his tongue, wishing he was able to shove his fist in Wonwoo’s face.

“So? Are you willing to do that, Chwe?”

“.....Yes sir.”

“That’s what I thought.”