Hot Girl Summer (A Lookism One-Shot Book)

Xiaolung X Reader

『Loyal Guard Dog』

TW: Explicit Content, mention of the word 'Daddy', but not in the sexy context.

Pairing: Xiaolung/fem!reader

Kinks: Being called Princess, loyal dog boyfriend, being taken care of, oral, fingering

Requested By:N3V3R_

Word Count: 1879

Note:  This takes place as if Xialung was bought before he developed feelings for Vivi, if that makes sense.

EVERYONE DEPICTED IS 18+
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Your dad was always soft on you, but not soft enough to let you be on your own. He hired a guard for you, one he bought from one of his billionaire friends. He was instructed to keep an eye on you, and just take care of you when your father couldn't.

Today was one of those days that you had gotten away from your bodyguard, and gotten yourself hurt. You'd taken a tumble down the stairs while you were on alert, looking for him, so you could get away. You just wanted some fresh air…alone.

“Don't touch me.” You spat, swiping at his hand.

“You're hurt. You shouldn't have wandered so far away from me.” He picked you up, like some kind of princess, and began to carry you back up the stairs. You groaned in his arms, thrashing a bit. “You're going to hurt yourself even more if you keep doing that.”

“I just wanted some actual alone time.” You whined, folding your arms. “My Daddy's stupid rules.” You grumbled.

He carried you back to your bedroom, the door already open. He must've gone looking for you. He set you down on your bed, the canopy frills moving with the movement of the bed. His hand ghosted over your leg, inspecting you for injuries. “Are you in any pain?”

“No.” You huffed, still crossing your arms. He slowly undid the clasps of your heels, taking them off.

“I don't think it's a good idea for you to go anywhere today. I don't want you getting hurt.” He set your heels back in your closet, and you sat up abruptly.

“Why can't you be useful for once?!” You yelled at him, upset that he wouldn't let you leave. He slowly walked back over to you, standing in front of you.

“Useful?” He asked, quietly, just barely over a whisper. “You…want me to be useful..?” He sat on the edge of the bed, his hand sliding up your lower leg. “How useful do you want me to be?” Your face was on fire, watching his dark eyes watching you. “I know you pretend that you hate me, but…” He looked away. “You're not very good at hiding what you really want.” He took off his jacket, laying it to the side, and working on his button up. “You know I'm to be near you at all times. I'm stationed outside your door at night.” You could see a bit of his toned chest before he stopped unbuttoning his shirt. “Your door isn't thick, and I hear things. I know you try to stay quiet, but you're not very good at that, either.”

“Xiaolung-”

“Are you going to deny it?” His voice was deep. “Are you going to tell me that when you pleasure yourself, you don't call my name when you cum?” Your eyes widened, staring at him. “Do you want me to be useful?”

“I-I-”

“I'm here to serve you. To protect you. I would do anything you asked me to.”

“How do I know you're not just doing this so I'll stop being such a brat?”