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(request) anon said: hiiii! i have an idea for a request! what about something with sweet and kind, rich girl y/n, and jisung, her new bodyguard? and y/n has a big crush on him, and ends up hooking up with him? but jisung mistakenly thought that she only wanted to have sex with him, and then y/n tells him that she really likes him! thank you so much! i hope this request is okay
bodyguard!jisung x rich girl!reader, smut, slow burn!! (i tried plek)
words-> 3k
content-> smut! (pretty vanilla), missionary, vaginal penetration, nothing too crazy, probably a lot of language mistakes, i'm really sorry i haven't been to school and i'm getting stupider with each passing day.
cami's notes at the end :3
The first time you saw him, you thought he was a statue carved from marble and shadow. He stood at the edge of your father’s study, a silent sentinel in a perfectly tailored black suit that enhanced his frame, his posture rigid, his expression unreadable.
Your new personal security detail, assigned after a series of vague, unsettling threats your father’s board deemed “necessary to address.”
"Park Jisung, at your service, miss y/n. It's a pleasure." He'd said while shaking your hand with cold efficiency and empty eyes, the moment your father introduced him to you as your new shadow and you sighed loudly.
Another bodyguard. Another shadow to remind you of the gilded cage your family’s fortune had built.
However, Jisung was different from the others.
They had been older, gruff, or overly indifferent. Jisung was young, his silence not servile but intense.
For three weeks, he’d been a silent monument. He was all sharp lines, icy elegance and his responses varied from a list of “Yes, Miss” and “No, Miss,” delivered in a low, steady baritone that gave nothing away.
He was a wall aimed to protect you from everything and anything, and you were the spoiled heiress on the other side, your world of art gallery openings and charity dinners seeming frivolous against his stoic professionalism.
Nevertheless, you were a chronic observer of people.
It was your habit, born from a life spent watching social interactions from behind a veil of wealth and expectation.
And so, you watched Jisung, and you saw it in his eyes.
You saw the way his stern facade cracked in tiny, almost invisible increments.
The slight, unconscious softening of his jaw when a puppy stumbled across your path and wanted you to play with him during a walk in the park, before being picked up by his owner.
The way his eyes, so guarded, would briefly flicker with something like wry amusement when you made a terribly dry joke to your friend over the phone, thinking he wasn’t listening.
His eyes, usually guarded and dark, held a glimmer of pure, unadulterated kindness. It was a flash of light in a deep well, a pure, gentle glow behind the professional gloom, and you found yourself leaning toward it like a sunflower desperate for dawn.
The crush started as a silly, secret warmth in your chest.
It grew with every small observation: the way he subtly adjusted his pace to match yours, never rushing you; the almost invisible smile that touched his lips when you successfully defused a tense donor meeting with your charm, the single time he’d called you by your actual name when you’d tripped on the stairs of a mall and his hand shot out to steady you, the contact electric and brief. It was in the single cup of tea he’d once placed beside your study notes at 2 AM, the exact way you liked it, without you ever having told him.
You began to manufacture reasons to be near him, asking questions about his past that were vaguely answered, offering him coffee that he politely but awkwardly refused, yapping about your day just to hear him give a low hum of acknowledgement.
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The night it happened started with a charity gala that felt more like a prison sentence.
The whispers, the fake smiles, the weight of your diamond necklace feeling like a chain and the zipper digging into your ribs was enough to push you over the edge.
You plead your father with teary eyes to allow you to leave early, to which he only obliges as Jisung's the one who would take you home and watch over you the rest of the night.
Inside the car, a comfortable silence had settled between you and your bodyguard, a silence you’d come to cherish, but tonight it felt heavy.
The city lights blurred past your window, a smear of color against the dark canvas of the night. A lump formed in your throat, unbidden and unwelcome. The stress of the week, the gala, the whispers, the constant pressure, everything caught up to you, all at once.
Without warning, a tear escaped, tracing a hot path down your cheek.
Then another.
You quickly turned your head, staring out the window, hoping the darkness would hide your moment of weakness. You didn’t want him to see. You were supposed to be the boss's daughter, composed and untouchable, not some weepy mess.
But he saw.
The car glided to a stop at a red light.
Through your tear-blurred vision, you saw him shift in the rearview mirror. His dark eyes, usually a shield of professional indifference, were now fixed on you with an intensity that made your breath hitch. He wasn't just looking…he was seeing.
“Do you ever get tired of it, Jisung?” you asked, wiping your cheeks, your voice quieter than intended. “Of just… watching?”
He was silent for so long you thought he wouldn’t answer. “It’s my job to watch, Miss,” he finally said, his voice low. “But I don’t always get tired of what I see.”
The air in the car changed. It became charged, thick with everything unsaid.
When you arrived at your excessively big house, he did his usual sweep.
“Everything’s secure, Miss,” he announced, appearing at the entrance of your bedroom door.
You turned, your heels feeling impossibly high. "Thank you, Jisung."
"You're welcome, miss." In a gesture to leave, you take him by the wrist, gripping lightly. His usually cold eyes that stare at you from above, spark with confusion as he turns to look at you.
The silence stretched, taut and humming. You took a hesitant step toward him, then another. His eyes tracked your every move, the muscle in his jaw working, he stood perfectly still.
"I feel safe when you're here," you whispered, the admission feeling both terrifying and freeing.
His composure, for the first time, faltered. He looked away for a fraction of a second, a brief but telling break in his armor. When he met your gaze again, something raw and vulnerable shimmered in their depths.
"I shouldn't want to make you feel anything else, miss" he breathed, the words a confession and a warning all at once. He took a half-step back, creating space, a clear line in the sand. "It's not appropriate." Willing to leave again, your slim fingers grip his wrist harder.
“Please, stay,” you whispered. It wasn’t a command from an employer. It was a plea from a woman.
He froze, his back to you. You saw the muscles in his shoulders tense. “Miss, I shouldn’t…”
“Please. Just… not tonight. Don’t leave me alone with all this silence.” You stepped closer, your hand trembling as you reached out, your fingers now brushing the leather of his suit jacket.
He turned back around slowly, his face a war of conflict. The professional mask was gone, replaced by something pained, something yearning. “You don’t know what you’re asking for...”
“Yes, I do,” you breathed, emboldened by the raw emotion in his eyes. “I’m asking you to stop being my bodyguard for five minutes.”
For a long, agonizing moment, he just looked at you. Then, with a shuddering breath that seemed to take all of his strength, he raised a hand. His fingers, slightly calloused, gently, hesitantly, cupped your cheek and you leaned into it. The pad of his thumb brushed away a stray tear you hadn't realized had fallen.
“Just for five minutes,” he whispered, leaning in until your breaths mingled. He closed the remaining distance, and then his lips were on yours.
The kiss wasn't what you expected. It wasn't hesitant, it was desperate and deep, a release of weeks of pent-up tension, a silent acknowledgment of every glance and every unspoken word.
His other hand found the small of your back, pulling you flush against him, the expensive fabric of your dress and the rough wool of his suit a strange but perfect contrast.
He tasted of mint and the moment your tongues met, a soft whimper escaped your lips, a sound he swallowed with a hungry groan.
He backed you up until your legs hit the edge of your vanity, lifting your figure to sit; the marble cool against your bare skin, none of you caring of the few perfumes and beauty products that fell right into the carpet with a soft thud.
His hands roamed, tracing the curve of your spine, the line of your jaw, as if he were trying to memorize you through touch alone.
He wasn’t a statue anymore; he was a man, warm and solid and real, and he was here, in your room, kissing you as if his life depended on it.
"Take this off...all of it, please Jisung..." You pleaded against his lips and he obliged, his hands found the zipper of your gown, his knuckles grazing the skin of your back.
Hooking your fingers into the knot of his tie, pulling it loose with a single, decisive tug. The silk slithered through your fingers as you tossed it aside.
With a shaky breath, he slowly pulled the zipper down. The dress pooled at your hips, leaving your upper half bare and under the dim glow of the city lights that filter through your window.
He stepped back, his gaze sweeping over you, raw and unfiltered. The look in his eyes wasn't just desire, it was reverence, as if he were looking at something priceless and breakable.
Then he kissed you again, slower this time, deeper. His hands splayed across your ribcage, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts. Your own hands were busy, working the buttons of his shirt, your fingers fumbling in haste.
When his shirt was open, you pushed it off his shoulders, your palms flattening against the hard planes of his chest. He was warm, so warm, and you could feel the steady, rapid beat of his heart beneath your touch.
He lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to your bed, gently laying you down against the silk sheets. He settled over you, his weight a welcome anchor, and you arched into him, craving more.
His lips left yours, trailing a path of fire down your neck, across your collarbone. He paused, looking up at you, his face shadowed but his eyes burning.
“y/n,” he breathed, your name a prayer on his lips. It was the second time he’d said it, and this time, it sounded like forever.
Your hand found the one resting against your ribs, your fingers intertwining with his. That was all the encouragement he needed to take one of your breasts into his mouth.
Tongue drawing circles on your nipple, wet and hot from his shaky breaths that tickled your skin.
A soft gasp escaped your lips as your back arched off the bed, pushing yourself further into his mouth. A low growl rumbled in his chest, a sound of pure, unadulterated satisfaction.
He lavished attention on your breasts, alternating between them, his hands exploring the curves of your hips, the dip of your waist. He was memorizing you, committing every inch of your body to memory, as if he knew this was a fleeting moment, a stolen dream that would shatter with the morning light.
“Jisung…” you moaned, your hands tangling in his hair, holding him to you. “Please…”
He lifted his head, his eyes dark with a need that mirrored your own. “Please what, y/n?” he asked, his voice a husky whisper. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” you breathed, the words a raw confession. “All of you.”
He closed his eyes for a moment, as if her words were both a gift and a curse. When he opened them again, the last remnants of his control had vanished.
He stripped the damp panties off your body, the fabric whispering against the skin of your legs as he slid them down. Long fingers slowly tickling your wet folds, earning a high pitched moan.
"You ready, miss y/n?" He teased as his own hands ripped his own clothes swiftly, stroking his length one, two, three times.
Your head reaching to take a good look at him, completely hard, so much it looked like it hurt a little. A few veins decorate his length, from his shaft to his flushed red tip, leaking just for you. He was beautiful, your mouth watering just by the sight of it.
"Just...put it inside, Jisung, please..." your legs open wide for him, heels pulling him closer by his lower back.
"Are you sure?" He asked, a final, desperate attempt at self-control. The tip of him nudged against your entrance, then went back and forth to get it nice and wet.
With a groan that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, he entered you, slow and deliberate. Your heels pushing his hips to get him all the way inside.
The world narrowed to the feeling of him inside you, a perfect, aching fullness that stole your breath. He paused, giving you a moment to adjust, forehead resting against yours, and his breath mingling with yours.
“You feel…” he started, but the words seemed to fail him. He just shook his head, a look of pure wonder on his face.
You answered him by rolling your hips, a silent invitation. Your soft hands on his full cheeks give him no choice but to kiss you.
He began to move, a slow, deep rhythm that built a fire in your blood. His hands gripped your hips, holding you to him as he thrust deeper, harder. The sight of his abs tightening with every thrust along with the tingles on your belly every time his tip kissed a spongy spot inside you, turning you into a babbling mess.
The sounds of skin against skin, soft pants, and your shared moans filled the room, a raw, primal symphony that eclipsed the city lights outside your window.
He shifted his angle slightly, hips rubbing back and forth and purposely angling, you cried out, pleasure spiking through you. He did it again, hitting that spot deep inside that made your toes curl. Your nails dug into each side of his neck, holding on as the pressure built, a wave rising, threatening to pull you under.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his, dark and intense, filled with a desperate, consuming need. “I want to see you when you fall apart.”
His words were your undoing.
The wave crashed over you, a blinding, shattering release that left you trembling and breathless. A string of curses mixed with his name fell from your lips as your body convulsed around him.
He followed you over the edge with a hoarse cry, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he found his own release, pulsing inside you.
"Kiss me Jisung, please..." Your hands pulling him into a messy kiss, lips wrapping his tongue into your mouth. Sloppy and desperate, the need to melt into only one soul bigger than your sanity. He answered by kissing you with raw hunger.
Your hands roam on his hair, the damp strands a tangible proof of the intensity you had just shared.
Everything felt numb, your mind dizzy by the surprising softness of his plump lips, the hard planes of his body that held you as if you might break.
You fell asleep wrapped in his arms, in the scent of him and the shared feeling charged with loving intimacy that you’d never thought could ever happen.
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The morning light felt cruel. You woke to find him already dressed, back in his suit, standing by the window. The distance he had put between you was a physical chill.
“Jisung?...” you murmured, sitting up, the sheets pooling around you.
He didn’t look at you. His profile was the statue again, hard and impenetrable. “The car will be ready in thirty minutes for your brunch, Miss.” he stated, his voice flat, professional.
Your heart sank. “Last night…”
“Was a mistake,” he finished, finally turning. His eyes were shuttered, the light you adored completely snuffed out. “It won’t happen again. I apologize for my… lapse in judgment.”
A lapse in judgment.
The words were daggers. He thought it was just a transaction, a rich girl’s bored experiment.
Tears pricked your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. You got out of bed, pulling the sheet around you, facing him not as your employee, but as the woman who had given him everything. “You think that’s what this was?” you asked, your voice surprisingly steady.
“It…it’s what it usually is.” he stammered, his tone implying a world-weary knowledge you hated.
Anger, hot and fierce, mixed with the crushing ache of rejection.
You walked right up to him, hand on his cheeks that forced the cutest pout, forcing him to look down at you. “You see everything, Jisung. You notice the brand of my tea, the way I tap my pen when I’m anxious, the specific streetlight that flickers outside my old dorm window. But you are so, so blind.”
His jaw tightened, a flicker of confusion breaking through his stoicism.
“I didn’t hook up with you because I was bored or because you’re here…” you said, each word deliberate, fueled by a year of silent adoration. “I did it because when I look at you, I don’t just see my bodyguard. I see the man who smiles at puppies, I see the man who remembers I hate the sound of violins. I see you! You, Jisung!, and I have fallen, completely and utterly. I like you, Jisung. I really like you. Not for a night. For every night after.”
The silence that followed was deafening. The professional mask crumbled, piece by piece, revealing sheer, unadulterated shock. He stared at you as if seeing you for the very first time, his breath caught in his chest.
The pure, gentle light you adored flooded back into his eyes, brighter and more vulnerable than you’d ever seen it. He’d built walls to protect himself from a world that saw him as a tool, but in your confession, he found a key he never knew existed.
Slowly, as if moving through a dream, he raised a hand, his fingers brushing away a tear you hadn’t realized had escaped. His touch was infinitely tender.
“A lapse in judgment,” he repeated, his voice now a rough, awed whisper. “But not mine. Mine was in thinking… I could never be worthy of that light in your eyes.”
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haiiii, it's my first request!! i was soooo excited to finally post it!! i really hope you like it and that it's good enough D: !!
let me know if there are maaaaany mistakes, or the ones that stand out to y'all, i'm open to feedback bc i really want to get better at writing :,3 but do nawt make fun of me i'm sensitive ok
hope you enjoyed it!! let me know if you did!! thxs for readiiiing :3
