My Lovely Melody

My Lovely Melody

Yandere!Rockstar x GN!Reader

CW: yandere is a playboy before he meets reader, suggestive (creepy) thoughts, minor obsessive behaviour

🎸 Axel's been in many relationships with both men and women alike, but all of his little flings felt nothing more than that, just flings.

🎸 And he was content with it, I mean being a famous rockstar meant lots of people wanting a chance with you and he indulged in that fact.

🎸 He could sleep with whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and he wouldn't have to deal with the commitment that comes with dating or any of that messy stuff.

🎸 So why the hell can't stop thinking about you ?!?!?!!

🎸 He scratched his head trying to make sense of it, his messy hair getting even more ruffled as he tries to get the image of your smile out of his head.

🎸 You were in a miscellaneous store full of alt clothing, trinkets and various other stuff when he walked in with his bandmates.

🎸 It was fairly normal when he came in the store. It was dim with some random punk song playing faintly in the background. His friends started exploring, looking at the graphic t-shirts and mugs shaped like skulls and the like.

🎸 He got a bit bored and wandered to the other side of the store. It had posters, candles and..who's that?

🎸 There you were, staring longingly at a plush toy sitting on one of the shelves, just standing there.

🎸 He didn't think much of it, probably just some person baked out of their mind. "Hey buddy, you doin' good?"

🎸 You snap out of your gaze and look at the big hulking man in front of you. You stutter out an apology and explain your little misfortune.

🎸 "So you want this..toy...but you can't afford it..?" He raises a brow at you as you nod, making him chuckle.

🎸 He thought for a moment, looking at the stuffed creature, well it wouldn't hurt to buy it for you, he's pretty well off from all the gigs and concerts he's been in so...

🎸 "How 'bout I buy this thing for ya then? But you owe me~" He winks, thinking he could score some quick sex for being such a 'gentleman'

🎸 But no, instead of a blush or a knowing smirk, you just looked at him with the widest, most innocent eyes he's ever seen, you were practically shaking with joy as he said it.

🎸 You thanked him profusely before listing off things you could do in return, treating him to some food, buying something for him in return, plain paying him back..he was a bit surprised.

🎸 "O-oh...uhm that was a joke heheh, y-you don't have to do all that babe..." He blushes.

🎸 The two of you head to the cashier, his friends spying from behind the aisles as his gaze is locked on the little ball of cuteness beside him.

🎸 Seriously? Did you even know who he was? This has never happened before...most of the time, he would pay for someone's drink or something and they'd be on his dick in seconds, but you, you were so..different...it felt nice..

🎸 You didn't even get it in a bag, you immediately took the plush after it was paid and hugged it close.

🎸 so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute!!!

🎸 "Hey uh..so me and my buds are in a band and uhm..wanna maybe..watch our next gig?" He asks nervously, he's never been so shy towards anyone!!

🎸 You agree, thinking it's the least you could do for what he did for you.

🎸 You take out your phone, Axel can't help but grin at the case, it was cute, like you~..

🎸 "Here's my number if..you need it.." You smile at him, that smile..that damn cute smile...you had his heart wrapped around your finger at this point.

🎸 "Th-thanks sugar..I'll see you there.." He smiles back as you part ways, he heads back to his friends who were bombarding him with questions as he watches you skip out of the store with your new little soft friend.

🎸 That night, he was getting ready for the show when he got a message notification and sees that you sent a picture of the show from one of the seats with some text "Good luck out there!"

🎸 His face was on fire as he realized you were there, he peeks out in the crowd and there you were, your little plush toy in tow.

🎸 You look so out of place from the people in spiky jewelry and dark outfits, you were just in a hoodie and baggy pants, albeit the hoodie had a MCR design on it, but you can tell it was very soft compared to the rest of the audience.

🎸 Finally it was time for the show to begin and it was the most passionate he's been in a while, it seemed as if the words he was singing were dedicated to you and you alone.

🎸 The little glances at you made you giddy, like a friend seeing their bestie perform, you were cheering excitedly for him, not in a fangirly way, but one of genuine support and amazement.

🎸 After the performance, Axel tried finding you, but the crowd was too big and he assumed you must have left already.

🎸 Wait..why is he being so buddy buddy with you? You just met today! It's not like you two were best friends or anything!

🎸 He tried dismissing the thought of you, tried distracting himself by flirting with other people, but he could only think about you, and making you smile like that again..

🎸 no no no! get out of my head!

🎸 Maybe a little fling can ease his mind?

🎸 Even on his bed with some random girl after show, he can still think of you.

🎸 Would your skin be as soft? or maybe softer? How would your hair smell? He bets your moans would sound delicious..

🎸 shit FUCK!!

🎸 Even after his one night stand, he kept thinking of you

🎸 He stares at your messages, you sent a lot of pictures of your plush toy doing goofy things to him, so cute..so silly...he can't help but smile.

🎸 He decides to look you up on social media and..

🎸 Wait a minute...you make music too?

yep this was a bit short but idk man i love making you guys suffer <3 stay tuned for part 2 (i am actually out of ideas guys please request me please please ple-)

ur sukuna favorite wife blurb has rotted my brain like that is a NEED now

cw: sukuna has multiple wives, a bit of wlw fetishization, degradation

"Why am I your favorite?"

Sukuna doesn't try to deny it. He can't, not when you're tucked into his bed, draped in only the jewels he's gifted you. None of the other wives are even allowed in his bedroom without permission, and yet you're here, just like you are almost every night.

He shrugs his robes from his shoulders and then he's bare, two half hard cocks hanging between his legs. It's been a while since you were frightened by this true form of his, but you can't deny it's monstrous. Four arms, a twisted mouth, a forever grinning maw across his stomach: it's be a horror if it wasn't your husband.

"Does it matter?" His lip curls as he speaks.

"It does to me," you say as you pat the bed beside you. Like a dog summoned, he eagerly crawls forward on to his hands, pulling the sheets down as he approaches.

"Maybe it's because your tits are so suckable."

First, he kisses the string of pearls across your neck and runs his tongue across the diamonds, savoring the salt of your skin on them. Then, he moves to the swell of your tit. His dagger edged teeth nip the skin and a bloom of heat stirs inside you. A bruise is already coming to the surface.

"Mai has bigger breasts than me," you pount out, breathless.

"Your skin is soft," he retorts. His free arms are clutching for you, digging into the fat of your ass.

"Gena is younger. Her skin is much more supple."

"Your cunt is sweet."

"Not as sweet as Lyla's."

Sukuna pauses for a moment, mouth half closed around your nipple. He leans back after a moment, a dark chuckle on his lips.

"Have you been licking the other wives while I've been away?" He leans in like he's angry, but the wicked grin across his face tells a different story. "Whore."

He says the word with such joy. One of his cocks is hard against your inner thigh, twitching to go back inside you, where it belongs. The mouth across his stomach has begun to drool, warm droplets of spit wetting your lower stomach and pubic hair. When you move your thighs, you aren't sure if the slick is from you or from him.

"I've tasted her on your cock, sire." You keen forward for a kiss and he lets you take one, even letting you linger for a moment, "And on your lips."

"I'm tempted to summon her now, just to see you between her legs." Sukuna gathers both cocks in one hand, guiding them towards your core. The thought of stretch to fit both makes you squirm, but his sturdy hands keep you in place, "Her cum in your lips must be a heavenly delight."

"Does that mean she's your favorite now?"

Real anger flashes across his gnarled face. With gritted teeth, he leans back onto his knees to tower about you.

"Woman, you are more hassle..."

He suddenly grips your hair and tugs, dragging your face centimeters from his. He moves your body like it weighs nothing to him, and yet he's careful not to hurt you.

"I will say this once and never again, so listen." Sukuna's eyes are sharp and narrowed, "You are the only wife I love. That is the reason you are my favorite."

Just as suddenly as he grabbed you, he lets you go. Your fall is softened by the mountain of pillows-- all of which bought just for you.

"Now, spread your legs and never ask a stupid question again."

Yandere CEO Wants to Date You

Pairing: Male Yandere!CEO x Fem!Reader

Tags: yandere behavior, fluff, isolation, gift giving, meeting your friends, dating, protectiveness, jealousy, possessiveness

A/N: Here's more of the CEO man that you all liked.

Yandere!CEO starts off by inviting you to lunch with him quite often. You don't even notice that you're spending almost every lunch break in his company alone until he comments on how nice it is to spend this alone time with you. He always makes sure to order your favorite so you don't even have to leave the building.

Yandere!CEO doesn't want to freak you out by kissing you on the lips first. You have to make that step. But he will always kiss your hand when you step into his office and walk out. He says he's just being a gentleman, and giving how he always opens the door for you it's easily believable.

Yandere!CEO works as late as you do every time when the two of you get to know each other better. Instead of having to follow you home he always offers to drive and pick you up the next morning. He never invites himself into your home, you're the one who invites him to repay him for his kindness.

Yandere!CEO fires anyone who gets too close to you. This leads to people being very casual with you, so you have no real friends at work, not any you're too close with anyways. The only one left to really spend time with is him, who always listens to your worries and comforts you.

Yandere!CEO would love to meet your off-work friends. After all if he can get into their good graces then he'll make you fall for him even easier. Maximum charm is the key and lucky for him he's got more then enough of it to go around. Your friends think you scored big time, even though you're not even dating yet.

Yandere!CEO tries not to show too much happiness when you casually ask him out to dinner. He's happy to go where ever you like best, no need for fancy places. He does offer to drive of course. No matter how much he wants to compliment your outfit he tries not to go overboard and stare too much. Unless you want him to stare.

Yandere!CEO notices you start to dress much nicer every time you come to work after that date. Then he's sure you want his compliments, and he gives them freely. He wants to know what your favorite color is so he can buy you matching necklaces and earrings to go with your outfits.

Yandere!CEO shuts down any nasty rumors that might be circulating about you seducing your way to the position of his secretary. If anyone has anything to say they should be brave and say it to both of you. He won't stand for any gossip. Besides once it does get out that you're dating he's more than happy to say he feel for you first.

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ how glamour aids in her obsession ]❜

ft. kotoka torahime x f! reader — xsoleil, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ how does kotoka use ‘glamour’ to get closer to you?┊2.1k words

contains: yandere kotoka, talks of blood & violence, high school setting but all characters are adults, manipulation (?), mentions of bullying, character death by murder (not koto or reader… but expect angst), not proofread & rushed ending i want this out of my drafts

➤ author's note: if this goes against her lore or i got something wrong about her ability, nuh uh i didn’t, i’m actually her scrunchie

₊˚ʚ 💌₊˚✧ inspired by & based off @/kanekoii’s ‘yandere kotoka’ works (here) and (here)!! i’ve been thinking of it nonstop ever since it was posted <3

kotoka promised herself that she would never use her abilities for the wrong reasons from the very moment she discovered them, knowing that the power to disguise herself as another person with the simple flash of a camera was something that could easily be abused. it’s only ever been used for pranks or to help out a friend in need if they needed her to impersonate someone, only for purposes that she knew wouldn’t harm anyone in the process. of course, the temptation of committing crimes that could be pinned on another has come to mind a few times out of curiosity, but she shakes away the thoughts as quickly as they come because she simply isn’t that type of person!

this has been her principle for the longest time, yet her viewpoint changed when she developed utterly crazed feelings for her best friend— feelings that have been suppressed for so long, all it took was a little spark to blow up the gunpowder barrel that was an obsessive infatuation. isn’t it crazy how feelings like love could change a person so easily, causing her morals to flip upside down and, as a result, allowing her to open her mind for putting ‘glamour’ to its full use?

her power is actually a well-kept secret, told only to family, very close friends, and the student council. if chaos were to ensue because of her actions, it’s not like anyone would suspect her even if they knew about it since she has such a renowned reputation of being charming, lovable, and just plain silly sometimes! so without fear of getting caught or any ethical dilemma to stop her, how does kotoka use ‘glamour’ to get closer to you (or should i say, alienate, you from everyone else)?

starting off, shape-shifting does take up a lot of energy. even though she wants to jump at the opportunity as soon as the idea comes to mind, it isn’t something she can do more than two times a day (specifically once in the morning and once at night). before she starts using glamour to keep you to herself, she needs to cultivate an environment that’ll fracture your relationships before completely breaking them off.

this is where she uses her popularity, eloquent speech, and proficiency with social media to spread some tall tales here and there. everyone is only human, there isn’t a single person out there who doesn’t get irritated with another on occasion— the notion of telling someone else your annoyances about a friend isn’t inconceivable. a “he said, she said” type of situation, she knows exactly who to feed believable lies to so that they don’t get traced back to her. although, it was almost too easy, can you believe that some baseless rumors that came from nowhere were enough to start doubts and minor arguments in your friend group?

it isn’t surprising for the sociable vice president to take pictures with people, she probably just wants to post about her school life to her massive following or to put them on the institute's website to make it look more lively! the only thing that’s strange about it is how she is always insistent on keeping the flash on even if it’s in broad daylight, but it’s just annoying at most when it makes them blink on accident. honestly, she could care less for the images of all of the random students that she cheerfully poses with— deleting them once she has confirmed in private that she does indeed have the capability to transform into them since they take up way too much room that could instead be containing memories of you.

even if she could look like anyone she wants, she can’t just become like anyone she wants unless she learns how to think and behave like them. nothing too serious, it doesn’t need to be enough to the point that she could live their day-to-day life, but just enough to stage a convincing fight in their words. asking around in petty gossip and eavesdropping in conversations seemed to do the trick for the most part, but just to be sure, she also snuck into the student counselor's office to take photos of his notes on the students so that she could feel a little closer to them and wear their mindset better. now, she could pretend to be anyone in your social circle for about five minutes before cracking (depending on how observant you are in the moment), but five minutes is all she really needs to destroy a five-year friendship.

in theory, it would be easiest for her to pretend being you since she knows you best (maybe just after your parents and yourself), but she can’t ever stay in your form for more than a minute. whenever she does, she feels her heart beating what feels like a million miles an hour as if it is going to explode and feverishly hot all over because she gets too excited. on the other hand, if she pushes aside the exhilarating feelings, she has developed a distaste at the thought of a counterfeit you walking around. it actually pisses her off because you’re just too perfect for anyone to dare replicate (even if she’s the only one around with the ability to do so, but it seems that her own rules don’t apply in this case as she still morphs into you every now and again)!

and so she plays the part of looking like your friends by speaking words in their voices to split apart the rift in your relationships that already formed from her previous antics, slowly but surely. you’re just so confused about why everything was going downhill so suddenly, why everyone is suddenly being mean to you then acting like nothing ever happened when you asked them about it later. at first, you thought it was all an elaborate trick, but what kind of evil prank lasts for weeks without ever telling you the punchline and saying that there wasn’t anything going on? they even got annoyed by your insistence on their cruel words, so some of them left you before you could even make the difficult decision to leave them.

it’s just typical high school drama to the ears of the rest of the student body, a game of telephone where the details are messed up, but the core of the story still stays the same. a supposedly sweet girl (you) turns out to have been saying nasty comments about her friends behind her back and plays victim that it’s been the other way around when they start to leave her. sure, it isn’t true in the least bit and someone has been operating outside the public eye, but the truth doesn’t matter when everyone is hungry for dramatics and all have a general story that can’t be changed since the one in the center of it all is the only one who thinks differently.

in all honesty, doing all of this breaks kotoka’s heart. she hates being mean to you even if she’s spewing pure lies while wearing someone else’s face and you don’t know that it’s her. she hates looking at your eyes widen from dejection as you begin to weep when she turns her back on you. she hates watching you burst out in tears when she comes over to console you, sobbing and stuttering that you have no idea what went wrong. whenever she repeats the cycle, she questions everything that she’s doing and briefly wonders if it’s worth it.

oh, but when you wrap your arms around her and cry on her shoulder while thanking her for always being by her side, she remembers why she’s doing all of this— working towards being the only one for you forever and keeping you all to herself. any ounce of regret she might have quickly evaporates while she soothes you, absolutely drunk and addicted to the feeling of being the person that you run to when troubled and need comforting. it’s a vicious cycle for her as much as it is for you, one that’s started with agony and then followed up with bliss.

during all this time, she still hasn’t spilled a single drop of blood during this pursuit even though she decided that she has no principles to stop her from it if it’s for you. how far she is willing to go for your love was about to be challenged when the sage of grief caught onto her plans. she didn’t think that he didn’t notice that she went through confidential notes about a certain group of friends, did she? while she may be slick when it came to isolating you from the others, but he has noticed changes in her behavior ever since this incident broke out.

kotoka has become a lot colder and more reserved in contrast to the kind and compassionate character everyone remembers her as, even becoming more irritable and prone to arguments. of course, she’s also more meticulous and attentive instead of being an airhead which does wonders for her duties as vice president, but it’s safe to say that it’s a change that the student council would gladly take back if it meant seeing her being her benevolent old self again. some outsiders have speculated that it was due to the stress of being the only one who’s protecting you from any more unwarranted rumors, but hex thinks otherwise. she hasn’t said anything about the drama at all from what he’s heard, much publicly less taking the unpopular stance of being on your side. besiand she seems a little… too excited at the prospect of everyone leaving you alone… all to herself…

the last thing she wanted to do was hurt one of her best friends much be the cause of their death, but if he told you all about his assumptions about what she’s been doing in the shadows and allowed you to connect the dots, you would scorn her and hate her forever then leave her… she can’t have that! she would do anything to prevent that nightmare from happening, solidifying her resolve to plan the murder of hex haywire to protect the hard work she’s been doing to nurture a romantic love with you. she didn’t want it to end up this way in such a violent manner, but she had to keep him quiet somehow.

both metaphorically and physically, she wasn’t herself— taking on the appearance of someone who frequently bullied you to do something that she never thought she could do six months ago. she stared at his dead body with dead-looking eyes, clutching the bloody knife one last time before letting it go and walking away from the scene of the crime. his blood stained her school uniform and hair, but once she found a private area where no one saw her, she turned back to her true self which was completely devoid of any of the sins she just committed.

according to the police, kotoka torahime was a witness who called the police, it was a student who had a history of harassing other students— they were seen on the security footage performing the crime and their fingerprints were found on the weapon. motives were unknown, but they didn’t have an alibi and the evidence was pinned on them. they would be going to prison for something she did, but she didn’t care about the fate of someone who had the gall to terrorize you at school.

the tears she shed for him until her shining blue eyes were bloodshot were genuine, but it was a necessary evil that she was willing to do in order to preserve all of the progress she had made. it’s all worth it and she knows it, it’s all worth it to have you rush over and embrace her to calm her sorrow (and unknowingly to you, her guilt) just like how she would console you before. it worth it to have you lovingly caress her long two-toned hair and gently hush her to calm her down, promising her that you’ll always be by her side no matter what struggles she might face just like she did with you.

that’s right, all of the lies she spread and the blood she spilled up to this point was worth it just to hear those words. as painful as the process was, she was rewarded with the ecstasy of your affection in return and she would do it all again for the high of delight that you provided her because she loves you more than anything else.

i love the idea of an obliviously op reader. like a reader who is just as (if not more) powerful than those at the top of the food chain, and yet has no idea about it.

you casually bump into gojo satoru on the street and- what the fuck? you passed through his infinity? huh?

while he’s stood there having a bit of a crisis you’re on your merry way to buy some snacks for yourself.

i’m specifically thinking about a reader like this in shibuya.

passing by mahito only to point and grin at him, “cool cosplay! i don’t recognise the character, but you look great!”

he giggles, placing a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to disfigure you, to turn you into some misshapen monster that’ll join the ranks of the others-

you blink at him, tilting your head a little, only to then place your hand on his shoulder too. you stare at each other for a moment.

“that was weird. see ya!” and then you leave him there oh-so-casually.

sukuna is in disbelief when he sees you- his domain should’ve wiped out everyone in the area? who the fuck are you?

and you just stroll up to him cheerfully, “man, i love your tats! where did you get them? i’m considering getting some, but-“

he lifts his palm, you should immediately burst into flames-

“high-five!”

and then you leave him to just stand there in confusion, continuing on your way.

it’s the fact that you cannot perceive the danger you are in that makes the world around you all the less dangerous.

I love your reader insert stuff!! The yandere yazuka series was vvvv entertaining, I wish I had a big scary gangster to scare away my stalker lol

If you are open to requests, how about Idol!Reader x Yandere!Bodyguard. I love the trope so much, and I'm interested and what you'd do with the idea. No worries if you're not interested tho!

Best wishes

-🌟

I just finished writing it and you've got me punching the air with your prompt. It wasn't really my thing but I'm now sold. Thank you for the trope idea. :’)

Yandere!Bodyguard x Idol!Reader (I)

Short scenario featuring your bodyguard that takes his duty a little too seriously. Not that you’d mind…

[Part 1] [Part 2]

TW: violence

(Cover from the manga “A girl and her guard dog”)

"Fantastic show tonight!"

The older man guides you in and closes the door behind him. You smile warmly and seat yourself on the sofa. He quickly follows, although at a terribly uncomfortable proximity. His legs are pressed against yours and he extends an arm behind you, pretending to stretch. You shuffle awkwardly and lock your hands in your lap. You can already tell where this is going.

"With your talent, I'm confident we could triple the number of attendants. We just need a bigger venue." He nods at you and taps your thigh with his other free hand as encouragement. You notice the wedding band digging into his skin. 

"Alas, let us not waste the evening with business talk. I'm sure a stunning lady like you has better things to do." He laughs at his own compliment and ponders for a minute. "In fact, why don't we have dinner together? I know a great restaurant in the area."

You open your mouth to speak, but are distracted by the sudden, mild pressure on your leg. Somehow, his greasy fingers have wandered further up in the time you listened to his shameless offer. You've been in this career for long enough to guess what such proposals entail. If you say no, best case scenario he presses further, calling you a stuck up bitch and reminding you who has the power in this partnership. Worst case scenario, he leaves the room and the calls and invitations to perform will gradually drop. 

Yet your situation is special, benefitting from an additional possibility. A loophole, if you may.

Should you scream? Oh, he always gets so angry when you act scared. It's an immediate trigger. He really has a soft spot for your glistening, frightened eyes. You glance up one final time at the perverted smirk silently disregarding you. If you are to be honest with yourself, you'd very much enjoy seeing it wiped off forever. Why not? You're feeling particularly mean today.

So without hesitation, you release a high pitched yell of help. The door bursts open and the hinges creak. A tall, toned man walks in, and without a word he lunges at the manager, pulling him by the collar of his cheap dress jacket. You hold your cheeks dramatically, and bat your eyelashes at your bodyguard.

"H-he tried to molest me..." you mumble between sobs.

That's all he needs to proceed. Now the real fun begins. You can hear the muffled screams of protest. The bones crack and the flesh bends under his iron fists. Standing before your bodyguard, they all end up looking like ragdolls. Comically limp and weak, folding and breaking with no resistance. It amuses you greatly.

When did it all begin? You can't remember anymore. You were in your early years and this scary looking stranger entered your little backstage room. His explanation was brief and to the point: as your fame increases, so will the threats to your safety. He was appointed as your bodyguard. You couldn't care less, so you just shrugged. 

You've always been on the playful side. Not necessarily rude, just some innocent tease and banter wherever it's well received. Seeing him so quiet and stoic, you couldn't help but try to push his buttons: changing in front of him and requiring his assistance, occasionally asking him to pick you up and carry you because you could no longer walk. Naturally you would've stopped at the first complaint, but that's the strange part: no reaction ever came. He went along with everything. You assumed it's part of the job. Celebrities aren't known for their good manners, so hiring someone that loses their temper easily would be a fast ticket to termination.

Then you had your first encounter with one of the unpleasant fans you've been warned about. You could only stare in terror at your bodyguard's feral, unhinged reaction. The unfortunate fan's face was so disfigured, you wondered if anyone could ever manage to fix it back into shape. The bodyguard was panting and you could see the sweat coating his face and chest. You were rather confident there were many other ways to deal with it and this wasn't on the recommended list. Thus you felt compelled to ask the million dollar question:

"You act like a jealous spouse. Do you have a crush on me or something?"

You kind of regretted your audacity towards a man that had just nearly killed someone. But his features softened instantly and he turned to you, wiping his forehead and straightening his collar. 

"I suppose so. Is that an issue?"

As you stared ahead, processing his unbothered act, you sensed your cheeks feverishly burning. Uh oh. You hadn't anticipated such a nonchalant confession. You thought back to all the times you stood before him, bare and flirty. Was he merely holding back his urges the entire time? Or was he finally paying you back for all the teasing? Then again, his face didn't betray any hint of humor.

"I've never heard you joke before", you decided to test the waters.

"I'm not. Why would I joke about something like this?" He gazed at you incredulously. 

As somber and honest as ever. Well, that would indeed explain why he'd let you get away with the cheeky behavior. The more you considered it, the more entranced you became with the idea of indulging in such a relationship. As a famous idol, you couldn't be seen dating anyone. One rumor of you having a boyfriend and the agency would've had your ass suspended. But no one said anything about messing around with your bodyguard. He has to be with you all the time, so no one would suspect a thing. And you could definitely expand his list of responsibilities. You'd been terribly stressed lately, after all, and an outlet to release your frustrations would be most welcomed. Your bodyguard would never refuse pleasing his beloved.

You chuckled and pulled him towards your dressing room, giddy with excitement. Something about his imposing presence, like a wild animal that had just escaped from the leash, aroused you to no end. You've had your share of crazy fans, but this was the cherry on top. 

"Should we leave?"

You're jolted out of your daydreams by his low, rough voice. Ah, you missed the grand finale. Too bad. The bodyguard approaches you, with the shirt wrinkled and the top buttons popped open under the shuffle of his vicious attack. You can feel the knot forming in your stomach.

"Not yet. You know how I get when you act like this..." You pout and look away. "You need to take care of me first."

He grins at your last statement.

"Of course. Is the sofa okay?"

You nod.

"Then let's get you undressed, miss."

Is this what they call a scary dog privilege?