#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.”

[wonwoosmagnetic]

No Saints Here | MASTERLIST

Pairing : bodyguard!mingyu x rich!reader

Genre : angst, romance, mystery

Synopsis :

Some secrets are meant to stay buried. Some love stories were never meant to begin.

Evangeline Perez thought she buried the past along with her sister. But when whispers of the truth resurface, she finds herself tangled in a web of secrets, power, and deception—one that could cost her everything.

Mingyu is a complication she never asked for. Cold, relentless, and far too protective, he’s determined to keep her from chasing ghosts. But Eva has never been one to obey orders, and the deeper she digs, the harder it becomes to ignore the tension pulling them together.

Because some things refuse to stay in the dark.

And some hearts are doomed from the start.

[a/n] : mood board is from Pinterest! I think the proper credit goes to @Lkucky on telegram!

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[1] CHAPTER ONE

the one where it all begins

[2] CHAPTER TWO

the one where you can't take it any longer

[3] CHAPTER THREE

the one with the blackmail

[4] CHAPTER FOUR

the one with all the controlling

[5] CHAPTER FIVE

the one with the change

[6] CHAPTER SIX

the one with the confusion

[7] CHAPTER SEVEN

the one with the scare

[8] CHAPTER EIGHT

coming soon!

[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.”

[finnesse]

kpop idol sasha barkov of the florida panthers greets his fans with a stanley cup ring

[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.

[limelightingciggies]

Indulgence | teaser

bodyguard!namjoon x MafiaDaughter!reader

warnings: none quite yet but in the future it'll get smuttier...

Look at her — so fucking pretentious. Floating through the room like she gave a damn about the starving orphans. He knew better. Knew that the closest she'd ever come to hardship was the time her personal shopper had ordered the wrong shade of chiffon for some gala.

It was the third ball this month, and not once had he heard her speak of anything beyond designer labels and whose arm she'd be hanging off that night. Not that she ever spoke to him, of course. He was just the shadow at her side, paid to be invisible — unless someone was stupid enough to touch what didn’t belong to them.

His eyes tracked the delicate curve of her throat as she tipped back another glass of champagne — the fourth, by his count. The column of her neck flexed as she swallowed, the movement sinfully slow, like she knew he was watching. Like she liked making him suffer. He could already imagine the heat of her skin beneath his hands when she'd inevitably need him to drag her ass out of here — pliant, breathless, smelling like jasmine and overpriced liquor. 

His jaw clenched, back shifting against the wall.

The damn dress hugged every line of her body — champagne satin that dipped scandalously low down her back, exposing soft, flawless skin. The kind of skin that would bruise so fucking pretty, not on his watch though. Never on his watch. 

She was just another spoiled princess playing at danger, swaying through life on stilettos bought with blood money. And he was the poor bastard paid to keep her from getting herself killed. 

Still, when she glanced over her shoulder — eyes glazed, lips plush and wet from the rim of her glass — his fingers twitched at his side. The idea of pinning her against the cold marble walls and showing her exactly what it felt like to be handled instead of worshipped burned hotter than the whiskey he'd downed before the night began.

She turned back without a second glance, her little diamond-crusted mask of indifference slipping right back into place.

Fucking brat.

It was going to be a long night.

[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

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

This is gonna sound completely random but of all the American movies/TV shows that have been remade by South Korea, I’m surprised we haven’t gotten a Korean remake of The Bodyguard. We have Korean Designated Survivor and Korean Suits, even Korean Tucker & Dale vs. Evil. But not The Bodyguard?

I mean, that’d be perfect. K-pop idol learns she’s being targeted by a deranged stalker. So, she hires a former NIS agent to be her bodyguard and they end up falling in love. I can already see this being headlined by Im Si-Wan and Jo Yu-Ri.

[mugoki]

[Source]

[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 :]

[meaniemace]

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?

[wonwoosmagnetic]

No Saints Here | kmg

Pairing : bodyguard!mingyu x rich!reader

Genre : angst, romance, mystery

synopsis :

Some secrets are meant to stay buried. Some love stories were never meant to begin.

Evangeline Perez thought she buried the past along with her sister. But when whispers of the truth resurface, she finds herself tangled in a web of secrets, power, and deception—one that could cost her everything.

Mingyu is a complication she never asked for. Cold, relentless, and far too protective, he’s determined to keep her from chasing ghosts. But Eva has never been one to obey orders, and the deeper she digs, the harder it becomes to ignore the tension pulling them together.

Because some things refuse to stay in the dark.

And some hearts are doomed from the start.

CHAPTER ONE

You had spent your entire life performing.

The daughter of Rafael Perez didn’t get the luxury of being anything else. Every movement, every carefully measured smile, every moment of silence in a room like this—it all meant something. Tonight was no different.

The ballroom glittered under chandeliers, the golden light reflecting off silk gowns and polished shoes. Laughter drifted through the air, mingling with the clinking of glasses, but beneath the practiced pleasantries lay a current of power. Deals were being made, alliances solidified, and Eva, as always, was a pawn on the board.

You lifted a champagne flute to your lips, though she barely took a sip. The bubbles fizzed against your skin, but you weren't drinking. You never drank at these events. Staying sharp was a necessity, not a choice.

--

You sat on your bed, eyes fixed on the blank canvas before you. The brushes, untouched and coated in dust, sat idle on the windowsill. You used to be able to lose yourself in the colors, the strokes, the world you created. But now? Now, it all felt hollow, a reminder of the life you were supposed to want, but couldn’t seem to care about.

Every day felt like you were moving through a fog, playing a part in a show you didn’t audition for. The more the days passed, the more you felt lost. A knock at your door pulled you from your thoughts, and before you could even respond, the door creaked open. Rafael Perez, your father, stepped inside with that cold, calculated look he always wore.

His presence was like an impenetrable wall, looming over your every move. “I see the canvas is still here.” he said, his voice devoid of emotion, but there was a clear disappointment in his words.

Your jaw tightened, but you didn’t respond immediately. He’d been saying the same thing for months, as though avoiding painting would somehow fix everything in your life. You stood, brushing your hands together, as though trying to dust off your frustration.

“I told you, I’m not interested in your... ‘vision’ for me, Dad,” you replied, trying to keep your tone neutral, but there was a sharpness to it you couldn’t quite hide. Your father didn’t react to the anger in your voice, like he didn’t even hear it.

He just stepped further into the room, his gaze never leaving yours, and approached the canvas with that same critical look. “You’re wasting your time, Evangeline. You’re wasting your potential. You have a responsibility to the family, to the company, to everything we’ve built.”

You scoffed, folding your arms across your chest. “What about what I want? Does that even matter?” His eyes flickered to you briefly, the hint of irritation flashing in them, but he quickly masked it. “What you want doesn’t matter. What matters is what needs to be done.” He paused for a beat before adding, “I’ve arranged for you to attend an event tonight. Mingyu will be there to make sure you’re... presentable.”

The mention of Mingyu made your stomach twist. You'd almost forgotten about him—almost. That damn bodyguard was always around, like a shadow, looming over your every move. He wasn’t just your father’s watchful eye; he was the constant reminder that you weren't in control of your own life.

Your eyes narrowed. “Mingyu,” you muttered, trying not to let the frustration creep into your voice. “What a surprise.” Rafael turned toward the door, as if the conversation was over, but not before adding, “You should be grateful he’s here. He’s only doing his job. I trust you’ll behave.” Your teeth ground together.

“I’m always behaving, Dad,” you spat, sarcasm dripping from the words. Your father didn’t flinch. “I’ll see you later.” He gave you one last look, this time more piercing, before he left, the door closing behind him with a soft thud. You stood still for a moment, staring at the door, your chest tightening with frustration.

You could hear his footsteps fading down the hallway, but the suffocating feeling remained, heavy in the air. You hated how his presence seemed to fill every corner of your life, like you were never allowed to breathe without someone watching.

And Mingyu? He was just the physical embodiment of everything your father represented. The rules. The control. The expectations. You let out a shaky breath and glanced over at the window, the bright sunlight streaming in, but it felt like the room was closing in on her.

Every day felt the same—tethered to your father’s demands, suffocated by the people he surrounded you with, and watched over by Mingyu.

--

You tossed your phone onto the couch, frustration building in your chest. Another message from your dad about the upcoming event—the usual “you need to look perfect” reminder. You sighed deeply, your fingers dragging through your hair as you sat down beside Caro, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor flipping through a fashion magazine.

The two of you had spent the entire afternoon together, but your mind was miles away. “I hate these events,” you muttered, glancing down at your phone. “Everything’s always so perfect and expected. I feel like I can’t breathe.”

Caro stayed silent, a soft smile playing on her lips as she nodded. She was used to your rants, always ready to listen even though Caro’s own thoughts were a little more complicated when it came to these events. She didn’t have to attend them. She was always on the outside looking in.

You, completely oblivious to the weight of Caro’s thoughts, looked up, her eyes bright with determination. “I need your help. I have to look perfect tonight.” Caro blinked, not sure what to expect. “What do you mean?” Her voice was soft, but she couldn’t quite hide the curiosity.

You tossed her phone aside again and turned to Caro, her eyes lighting up. “I need a dress. Not just any dress—something that'll make a statement, you know? Something that says, ‘I’m here, and I’m not going to play by anyone’s rules’.” Caro’s heart skipped, the awkwardness creeping in as soon as she realized what this was about. She shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the floor.

She knew the drill—Your extravagant events, the expectations, the people. It wasn’t her world. She didn’t belong there. “I—I don’t know if I’m the right person to help with that,” Caro muttered, her voice faltering slightly.

She fiddled with the corner of the magazine, a nervous tick she always had when she was uncomfortable. You, however, didn’t seem to notice. She was already on a roll, thinking about all the details. “But you know fashion better than anyone, Caro. Please, just help me pick something out. I trust you. You always know how to make me look amazing.” Caro didn’t answer immediately.

She just nodded, forcing a small smile, even though the thought of stepping into that world made her feel out of place. She was just the friend—the one who didn't belong to the circle of high society, the one who had to watch it all from the sidelines.

Your excitement seemed to fill the room, making Caro’s discomfort that much more pronounced. You weren't just talking about a dress; you were talking about fitting in with your father’s world, about being the perfect image for all the people who would be watching. And Caro wasn’t even invited to those events.

When you suddenly brightened, your smile widening, Caro’s stomach twisted. “Oh! And you can come as my plus one. I mean, you’ve got nothing to do tonight, right?” Caro’s throat tightened. She stayed silent for a long moment, biting her lip as the awkwardness settled over her like a heavy blanket.

You were expecting her to say yes, but all Caro could think about was how out of place she’d feel surrounded by people who had everything she didn’t.  She forced herself to nod, her voice barely above a whisper. “I... yeah, I guess I can come. If you want me to.”

Your face lit up at her agreement. “Of course, I do! You’re my best friend. You’re going to help me pick out the perfect dress, and then we’ll go together. It’ll be so much fun.” Caro smiled weakly, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

She didn’t want to be the one to burst your bubble, but it was hard not to feel like a pawn in this whole thing. You had no idea how different their worlds were. No idea how uncomfortable it made Caro to be asked to be her “sidekick” in a world that would never accept her.

Instead of speaking up, Caro just nodded again, still feeling out of place. “Sounds fun,” she said quietly, her voice almost sounding distant. You, completely oblivious, bounced up from the couch, heading toward the door.

“Let’s go! We’ve got to find that dress, and then I’ll text Mingyu and tell him I’m all ready to go.” And as you dragged her out the door, Caro couldn’t shake the feeling that this night was going to be another reminder of just how different they truly were.

--

The venue was dazzling—golden chandeliers casting a warm glow over the sea of elegantly dressed guests. Laughter and the soft clinking of glasses filled the space, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume and champagne.

Everywhere Caro looked, people moved effortlessly, slipping in and out of conversations like they belonged to some secret world she could never quite step into.

You, on the other hand, fit right in. The moment they arrived, you were swept up in a flurry of greetings—soft cheek kisses, perfectly rehearsed compliments, and warm, effortless smiles exchanged between people who had known each other since childhood.

You shined in the dress Caro helped you pick, a sleek midnight blue gown that hugged your form just right. Confidence radiated off you as she laughed, gesturing animatedly while talking to a group of perfectly put-together people.

Caro, however, stood off to the side, her fingers wrapped tightly around the stem of her untouched champagne glass. She shifted on her heels, her dress—borrowed from your closet—feeling a little too tight, a little too foreign.

The conversation around her moved like a fast-flowing river, and she was just a rock stuck on the bank, watching it all pass her by. You had promised they’d stick together, but within minutes, she was off mingling, seamlessly blending into the crowd.

Caro swallowed, her gaze flickering over the room. There was no one here she knew, no one who would even think to talk to her. And maybe that was the point—she wasn’t supposed to be here. She was just the friend. The outsider.

Caro swallowed, her gaze flickering over the room. There was no one here she knew, no one who would even think to talk to her. And maybe that was the point—she wasn’t supposed to be here. She was just the friend. The outsider.

"You know you have to say no to her someday, right?" The deep, measured voice made her flinch. She turned to find Seungcheol Perez- your brother, standing beside her, a crystal glass of whiskey in one hand.

His dark brown eyes, always sharp and unreadable, carried a hint of amusement as he glanced toward Eva, who was across the room, laughing with a group of perfectly polished socialites. Caro sighed. "Oh, is this where you deliver another one of your grand lectures?" He smirked, tilting his glass slightly.

"Not a lecture. Just an observation." He took a slow sip. "She drags you into this world like you belong here. But we both know you don’t." Caro scoffed, arms crossing over her chest. "Wow. Thanks for the vote of confidence." He chuckled lightly.

"I’m just saying, you let her pull you around like a shadow." There was teasing in his voice, but something else, too. Something heavier. "She’s my best friend," Caro muttered, glancing at you again. Seungcheol nodded. "I know."

His voice softened, just slightly. Then, after a pause, "But you don’t always have to say yes just because she asks." Caro hesitated, shifting on her feet. "Why do you even care?" He tilted his head slightly, considering her. "Maybe I don’t. Maybe I just enjoy watching you squirm." Caro huffed out a quiet laugh despite herself.

"You are the absolute worst."

"Mm." He smirked again. "And yet, here you are, still talking to me." She rolled her eyes, but the warmth between them was unmistakable. Seungcheol may have been blunt, but he wasn’t cruel. And despite everything, she knew he was right—you never saw how hard it was for her to be in this world. But Seungcheol did.

And for the first time that night, standing beside him, Caro didn’t feel so alone. “Come here to steal my best friend as well?” Your voice cut through the air, her words dripping with barely-contained irritation as she approached them. There was no warmth in her tone, only an edge of frustration. Her eyes narrowed as they settled on Seungcheol.

He didn’t react, his expression calm as always, though there was an underlying tension that was hard to ignore. He took a casual sip from his drink, his gaze steady on you as he replied, "I’m not stealing anyone, Evangeline. Just having a conversation." Your lips tightened into a thin line. You didn’t miss a beat.

"You should know better than to waste your time," you said coldly, your voice flat, like she was talking to a subordinate. “If you’re not here to work, I don’t know what you’re doing.” There was no affection in your words—just the distant, sharp edge of someone who had long ago put up walls. Seungcheol raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “I’m not here to waste anyone’s time,” he replied, his tone smooth, his posture professional.

Your gaze shifted to Caro for a split second, “you really think I need you to babysit her too?” Seungcheol glanced briefly at Caro, whose awkwardness was palpable, before responding in a level voice. "I’m not babysitting her, Evangeline. We’re just talking." You took a step closer, your heels clicking against the floor in a purposeful way. “It’s not your job to talk to her,” you said with a brittle smile, now aiming your words directly at him.

“So why don’t you go find something else to do?” Caro felt herself shrink a little, the tension in the air thickening with every word. She wasn’t sure what had caused the rift between them, but it was clear that whatever it was, it was deep—and it wasn’t about her. Seungcheol didn't flinch.

He met her sharp gaze with the same unflinching calm. "You really don’t need to control everything, Evangeline." Your eyes flashed for a moment, your jaw clenching as your fingers curled slightly around your drink. “And you don’t need to lecture me," you snapped back, your voice low but cutting.

“You’re not in charge here. Stay out of it.” There was a moment of silence before Seungcheol sighed, as if he was tired of this back-and-forth, but he didn't show it. "Fine," he said simply, his voice calm as always. "Enjoy your night." He says raising the glass in Caro's direction as he leaves. Caro watched as Seungcheol disappeared into the crowd, and for a moment, she felt an ache in her chest.

But before she could linger on it, your voice broke through. "I don’t know why he has to make such a scene everywhere he goes." Caro didn’t even look up at you. Instead, she took a slow sip from her drink, trying to steady the chaos in her mind.

"It’s not a scene," she replied quietly. Caro let out a soft breath, glancing over at you, who was clearly still fuming. She could feel the weight of the conversation, but at this point, she wasn’t going to let it ruin her night. Not when you had gone out of her way to make sure they were having fun tonight.

“We don’t like him, Caro. He’s is an asshole,” You said again, her voice steady, but there was a sharpness in it that made it clear you weren't backing down. Caro nodded, her eyes scanning the crowd for a moment, avoiding the topic. She wasn’t sure what else to say. “Yeah, of course. I was just—” “There is no ‘just,’ Caro. He is a fuck up, and I won’t let him ruin our night,” You cut in, more serious now, your expression set. Caro turned back to you, her voice a little quieter as she sighed. “Yeah, yeah obviously.”

There wasn’t much else she could add. She knew you were just looking out for her, but sometimes it felt like everyone had an opinion on Seungcheol. He was complicated, yes—hard to deal with, yes—but he was her friend, and that made things harder. She didn’t want to argue with you about it. Not now. Not tonight.

Caro let the music wash over her, the bass thudding beneath her feet as she tried to shake off the lingering tension. You, on the other hand, had already moved on, flagging down a server to order another round. “You need to stop letting him get under your skin,” Caro said, forcing a smile as she leaned against the bar beside her best friend. You scoffed, picking up your drink.

“I don’t. He’s just always in the way.” You tossed back a sip, your nails drumming against the glass. “It’s pathetic, honestly. He acts like he’s some kind of protector.” Caro hesitated, glancing down at her own drink. “Maybe he’s just—” “Don’t,” You cut in, her voice firm. “You don’t owe him the benefit of the doubt, Caro. Not him.”

Caro swallowed back her words. There was something unshakable in your voice, something that made arguing feel pointless. Maybe you were right. Maybe Seungcheol wasn’t worth defending. But if that were true, why did Caro feel the way she did? Before she could think too much about it, a familiar voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Ladies.” Caro turned, blinking as she took in the man who had appeared beside them. Sleek suit, charming smirk, an air of confidence that was just a little too polished. Elias Park. Your posture relaxed instantly, a slow smile curling at your lips. “Elias,” you greeted, tilting your head in interest.

“Didn’t think I’d see you here.” “I could say the same,” he replied smoothly, his dark eyes flicking over to Caro for a second before returning to you. “But then again, you do have a habit of making any place worth being at.” You let out a quiet laugh, clearly enjoying the attention. Caro, however, just gave a small, polite smile before turning back to her drink.

Elias leaned a little closer, lowering his voice. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you.” You raised a brow, intrigued. “Oh?” “Yeah.” His eyes gleamed under the dim lighting. “There’s something I think you’d be very interested in.” Caro barely heard the rest of the conversation.

Her mind was elsewhere, her thoughts drifting back to Seungcheol. Something about the way he left—unbothered on the surface, but carrying something heavier underneath—stuck with her. And she couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t over.

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[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.

[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?"