ā¦ Bodyguard!Kurapika x Reader ONE-SHOT
This is just a brain dump I randomly thought up since being inspired by the upcoming release of the newest volume of HxH. So, Iām back! My requests are open ā¤ļøā
ā¦ Synopsis: Youāre the heir of one of the Fourteenth Princeās of the Kakin Empire. A branched out descendant of Hui Guo Ruoās eighth wife, Eighth Queen Oito ā In need of protection. Kurapika Kurta was assigned to your aid and, wellā¦ your daily life isnāt short of adventure.
ā¦ Word Count: Iām tired. Itās 3am.
- Kurapika Kurta is a responsible bodyguard and person in general, there isnāt much that could get him astray from his duties or goals.
- You on the other hand are not only a curious soul, but a person in power. That being said, you can get Kurapika to do what you want.
- Your shopping sprees are an unfortunate endeavor. Dragging him along with you as you spend 4 hours looking at the same jewels with utmost joy.
- But he isnāt an unemotional person, and if these trips that last half the day make you smile ā he really doesnāt mind it. He also doesnāt mind having to hold all of your bags, eitherā¦
- Overtime, during whatever and whichever events Kurapika chaperones you to, you start to seek out his company rather than purely his role.
- Calling him over during events just to chat, seemingly out of place amongst the women and men dressed head to foot in a sea of opulent wear.
- Or when you ask for Kurapika himself rather than your own personal valets, whom potentially begin rumors about your relationship with your bodyguard.
- Once again, Kurapika doesnāt necessarily mind these occurrences and ā quite frankly ā starts to seek them out himself.
- To Kurapika, you are apart of his job ā not necessarily his friend. He cares for you in his own way, but itās purely because itās his responsibility. At least, thatās what heāll think at first.
- Everything starts to unravel when you begin asking for him in the mornings. Instead of your valets dressing you in your early hour day wear, or bringing up your breakfast on your extremely lavish silver-spoon-in-mouth tray. You want Kurapika to do it instead.
- With the already meddlesome comments and rumors floating in the air, it doesnāt help Kurapikas reputation. You donāt know this, since it isnāt your intention to harm Kurapikas career. Quite the opposite.
- Will he be a tad bit on edge by the requests? Yes. Will he bring his presence to you immediately? Also yes.
- Under normal circumstances, heād most likely decline. Caring for his position more than the wants of another individual, especially if they might potentially harm him.
- Butā¦ with you, draping your morning gown around your shoulders his hands feel heavy. Like they want to slip down and squeeze your shoulders, an amorous look pooling in his dark eyes.
- He has a gentle face, and everything about his energy when itās just the two of you feels soft and deep.
- His expression is weighted when he ties the drawstring around your waist. Pulling it once, and then twice, before finishing the loop and dropping his hands to his sides.
- You watch him turn and leave, giving him a fond look when he opens and exits your disgustingly prodigious royal door. It clicking shut with a small thud.
- Your feelings begin to materialize when you start to notice how your thoughts linger, especially at night. Something about him pulls you in, and it causes your heart to flutter.
- And now, your new mission was to flesh out his boundaries. How far could you or could you not go? What would he allow? And what would be appropriate?
- You began to grab onto his hand in public more often than you did before, even if there wasnāt a big crowd or a stirring dispute. Kurapika ā ever smart ā noticed this, and still didnāt pull away.
- Of course, this was his job. If you feel unsafe, your first priority is to alert him, whether it be verbal or not. But he notices patterns, and he knows what youāre doing.
- Because for he too, did his feelings materialize.
- He wasnāt necessarily sure when they did, but he knows it happened. Being near you makes him feel lighter, and he wouldnāt be allowing special privileges if it wasnāt for his receptivity.
- In fact, he begins to think about you so often that he becomes a bit disappointed when you donāt call for him for situations he neednāt be called for. Which then he shuns himself for feeling immature.
- Nevertheless, heāll squeeze your hand to affirm you before pulling away ā canāt have those rumors be amassed, silly.
- But psychical contact doesnāt stop there, and sometimes you might even find yourself being bolder than you exceed.
- Not only do you call for Kurapika in the morning, but you call for him in the night as well.
- As he helps you button up your tailored sleepwear, you bring your hands up to slowly fix his tie ā which causes a hitch in his movement.
- Kurapika is ever affection-deprived, the last gentle touch he received was from his mother, which found him nearly leaning into your touch. Of course heād stop himself before actually falling into you, but he doesnāt forget it.
- This wonāt be the last time you touch him. Nor will it be the last time heāll want it.
- Eventually you become pent up, and you know Kurapika will never make the first move hence the inappropriate nature of his position. So, you seek him out.
- You find him near the dining room, reviewing local intelligence with a fellow bodyguard you couldnāt care to learn the name of. You silently sneak up and plan on tapping his shoulder, but he notices you first.
- āY/N?ā He almost seems shocked until his expression transitions to curiosity when he sees your mouth turn into a small, upward smile. āFollow me.ā
- Leading him a few hallways down, you pull him around a corner where no one else can see the two of you. āWhat is it?ā He asks, genuinely curious.
- Before you respond, you peer down each end of the hallway before fully turning toward him. Butā¦ once you make eye contact with him, itās like a dam inside of you burst ā springing yourself toward him and crashing your lips onto his.
- He muffles a plea of your name before immediately pushing you off and holding his hands up in front of himself, separating the two of you.
- You donāt have time to think before he grasps the back of your neck and pulls you into a deep, passionate kiss once more.
- Itās like all of the tension inside of him builds up, taking it out on your poor, beautiful lips ā before melting away into a broken, relieved exhale.
- Your eyes flutter open, and the sight of him is unreal. He looks completely and utterly worn out, like heās run a 5 mile marathon. You wonder if youād be able to see him like this more often.
- You both stay huddled in the corner, his hands exploring you just above your waistline like heās been wanting to do this much longer than you anticipated. Looking into his eyes, they burn ā and you donāt mind it one bit.
