#sweetaffection

Side-Story

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Pairing: Nikto (COD) x Reader Theme: Comedy, Romance, Fluff Trope: Bodyguard for the Rich Softy

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Holiday Surprises:

Christmas at the office was something [Y/N] dreaded every year. The fancy decorations, the formal small talk, the endless chatter about profits and stock markets—it was a stark contrast to her gentle, down-to-earth nature. But as the daughter of such a powerful family, attendance was non-negotiable. Thankfully, she had Nikto by her side to make it bearable.

She clung to his arm most of the evening, her soft smile masking her discomfort. Nikto, ever vigilant, scanned the crowd for threats, his expression impassive behind his mask. Though he would never admit it, seeing her in her elegant dress—a deep red that complemented her glowing complexion—made it hard to keep his focus entirely on the room.

It was only when the champagne started flowing freely that things took a turn.

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“Do you want another, sweetheart?” one of the hosts asked, holding out a glass.

Nikto’s sharp eyes narrowed as [Y/N] cheerfully accepted, the bubbles in the drink going straight to her head. It was her fourth—or was it fifth?—glass of the night.

“I think you’ve had enough,” Nikto muttered under his breath as she giggled at something entirely mundane.

She looked up at him with those sweet, slightly hazy eyes, and he felt his resolve falter. “You’re no fun, Nikto,” she teased, her words slightly slurred. “It’s Christmas! You’re supposed to relax!”

“I don’t relax,” he replied flatly, though there was a flicker of amusement in his voice.

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By the time they finally made it home, [Y/N] was thoroughly tipsy, leaning heavily against Nikto as he guided her through the grand doors of her home. Lucky barked excitedly at their arrival, but she waved him off with a giggle, stumbling toward the stairs.

Nikto closed the door behind them, pulling off his mask with a sigh. He set it down on the table, turning just in time to see her stop in the middle of the staircase, swaying slightly.

“You okay?” he asked, concern flickering across his face as he moved toward her.

She turned to him with a dazed but mischievous smile. “More than okay,” she purred, reaching out to grab his wrist and pulling him up the stairs with surprising determination.

Nikto raised a brow, letting her lead him into her bedroom. “You need to sleep, [Y/N]. You’re drunk.”

She ignored his comment, wrapping her arms around his neck and looking up at him with a gaze so full of adoration it made his chest tighten. “Do you know,” she began, her voice soft and slightly breathless, “how much I love you?”

His throat tightened at her words, but before he could respond, she pulled him down into a deep, heated kiss.

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Nikto was used to her affection—her sweet kisses, her gentle touches—but this was... different. There was a fire in her movements, a boldness that caught him off guard. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, and before he knew it, she was guiding him toward the bed.

“[Y/N],” he started, his voice a mix of warning and disbelief, but she silenced him with another kiss.

“Shh,” she whispered against his lips, her hands roaming his scarred face with the same tenderness she always showed him. “Let me love you tonight.”

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What followed was a night unlike any they’d shared before. Her usual sweetness was still there, but it was accompanied by a newfound intensity that left Nikto breathless. Every kiss, every touch was filled with passion, her love for him spilling over in ways she’d never expressed so boldly before.

When the night finally quieted, and they lay tangled together in the soft glow of the bedroom, Nikto couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

“What’s so funny?” she murmured sleepily, her head resting on his chest.

“You’re full of surprises,” he admitted, his voice warm and low.

She giggled, nuzzling closer. “That’s what Christmas is all about, isn’t it?”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his heart full in a way he never thought possible. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

Part 9.

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Pairing: Nikto (COD) x Reader Theme: Comedy, Romance, Fluff Trope: Bodyguard for the Rich Softy

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Nearly three years had passed since Nikto was first assigned to be [Y/N]’s bodyguard. In those years, his world had been turned upside down—not by the threats he’d warded off or the enemies he’d neutralized, but by her.

She was unlike anyone he had ever known. Sweet, innocent, and endlessly affectionate, [Y/N] was the kind of person who could brighten even the darkest corners of a life like his. Nikto had come to her world as a shield, prepared to be nothing more than a protector. Yet here he was now, her protector, her shadow, and utterly, irrevocably hers.

And she didn’t even know how deeply she had saved him.

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It had been an ordinary evening, filled with the familiar warmth of her home. Lucky had curled up at the foot of her chair as [Y/N] read her favorite book in the cozy corner. Nikto sat nearby, his mask set aside, his watchful gaze softening as he let himself enjoy the serenity she created around her.

The moments between them were quiet yet charged. Each stolen glance, each small touch—these had become their unspoken confessions. But the weight of his feelings had grown too heavy to keep silent.

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Later that evening, as she set her book down and stretched with a content sigh, [Y/N] noticed Nikto watching her. His expression was softer than usual, his scarred features bathed in the gentle glow of the dimmed lights.

“Nikto?” she asked, tilting her head, her voice laced with curiosity.

“Yes, [Y/N]?” he replied, his voice rough but laced with a tenderness only she could bring out of him.

She walked toward him, her bare feet quiet on the plush carpet. “Is something wrong? You seem... distant.”

He shook his head but didn’t look away. His blue eyes met hers, and for once, he didn’t hide. “Not distant,” he murmured. “Just... thinking.”

“About what?” she asked, stepping closer, her hands instinctively reaching out to cup his face.

Her touch was his undoing. The way her thumbs traced the scars on his cheek, the way her gaze held no pity—only affection. He exhaled shakily, his large hands gently covering hers.

“You,” he admitted, his voice low, almost reverent. “Always you.”

Her lips parted in surprise, her cheeks flushing as her heartbeat quickened. “Nikto…”

“I thought I could keep this... inside,” he continued, his words tumbling out like a dam breaking. “But I can’t. You’ve changed everything. You’ve made me... want more than this life, more than being a shadow.”

Tears welled in her eyes, but her smile was radiant. “Nikto, I—”

Before she could finish, he closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both passionate and tender. It was a kiss that spoke of years of longing and unspoken words, a kiss that sealed a truth they had both known but never said aloud.

When they pulled apart, she looked up at him, her hands still cradling his face. “I love you, Nikto,” she whispered, her voice steady despite the tears slipping down her cheeks. “I’ve loved you for so long.”

He rested his forehead against hers, his own eyes glistening with emotion. “You’re my everything, [Y/N]. I’ll protect you, love you, for as long as I live.”

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The passion that followed was inevitable, their love too powerful to contain any longer.

Nikto lifted her effortlessly into his arms, holding her close as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Their lips met again, deeper this time, as he carried her through the hallways toward her bedroom. The soft glow of the moonlight spilled through the windows, illuminating their path as if the universe itself approved of this moment.

Setting her gently on the bed, Nikto paused, his hands trembling slightly as he cupped her face. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion.

She nodded, her smile soft and reassuring. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

And then, together, they unraveled in the most intimate way.

Their love was a language spoken through tender touches and whispered words. Nikto’s usually calloused hands moved with surprising gentleness, tracing her curves as if memorizing every part of her. In turn, she explored the strength beneath his scars, her touch worshipful as she showed him that he was seen, that he was loved exactly as he was.

Time seemed to stop as they became one, their hearts beating in unison. The world outside faded into nothingness; there was only them, tangled together in a perfect moment of love and trust.

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As dawn broke, Nikto lay awake, watching her sleep peacefully in his arms. Her hair spilled across the pillows like waves of silk, her lips curved into a soft smile even in slumber. Lucky snored quietly at the foot of the bed, oblivious to the new chapter that had just begun.

Nikto pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his heart full in a way he had never thought possible. She was his light, his salvation. And he would spend the rest of his days ensuring she knew just how deeply she was loved.