Sweet Temptation | (Bodyguard Satoru x Reader)
The car ride back home is painfully silent.
No teasing remarks. No sarcastic comments. Not that cocky smirk in sight—the one that always makes your cheeks flush and your heart pick up its pace. Nothing but the steady hum of the engine.
You shift in your seat and steal a glance at Satoru. The moment you do, you know you've messed up.
The passing streetlights catch the tight set of his jaw; his grip on the steering wheel is firm, knuckles stark against the dark leather, and those gorgeous blue eyes remain fixed on the dark road ahead.
After all, you deserve this.
You lied to him. Told him you were going to bed early. Then, once the mansion had gone quiet, you slipped through your bedroom window and snuck off to a club with your girls.
Not even an hour into the party, Satoru was already there. The next thing you knew, he was dragging you out with him.
You can't exactly blame him for being mad.
You're no ordinary girl. You're a politician's daughter, and your father's enemies are always lurking, waiting for any chance to strike. They know you're his weakness—the only daughter he has, raised in luxury and showered with love.
That's why he hired Satoru, one of the strongest sorcerer, to be your personal bodyguard, and from day one, he earned your father's trust
Eventually, you decide to break the silence.
You're not used to Satoru being this quiet, and you absolutely hate everything about it.
You clear your throat and shift in your seat to face him.
"Satoru?"
"........"
"You mad?"
".........."
"Oh, come onnnnn."
You groan softly.
Still no response from him. Not even a glance in your direction.
You pout, your ultimate move for getting what you want. It always works on him.
But not tonight.
He only spares you a brief glance before focusing back on the road. Still, you don't give up. You reach out and poke his cheek, but one glare from him is enough to have you snatching your hand back.
You slump back into the passenger seat and let out a dramatic sigh.
You want him to talk to you so badly. You want those eyes on you. You're desperate for his attention, and he's not giving it to you.
So you do what you have to do.
Turning in your seat, you lift one leg, your heel catching the glow of the passing streetlights. This time, instead of reaching out with your hand, you slowly trail it over one muscular thigh.
Satoru's knuckles whiten as he clenches the steering wheel, his grip betraying his growing tension. You bite your lower lip, a smirk playing on your mouth as you notice his reaction. you decide to push his buttons to see how long it takes to make him crack
Slowly, you slide your heel up his inner thigh, the tip of your shoe brushing against the fabric of his pants. Satoru's breath hitches as he watches your leg move, and just as you're about to make contact, his large, warm hand wraps around your ankle, his thumb pressing lightly against your skin, sending a shiver up your leg.
"Behave," he says, giving you a stern look, but he doesn't let go of your leg. He knows you'll pull something like that again, so he keeps your leg right on his lap, his thumb brushing slowly against your smooth skin.
Just when he thinks you're finally going to behave, you're pulling your short silk dress up.
Satoru's eyes widen in shock, but you don't stop. Oh no, you're not done yet. You lift your hips, sliding your lace panties off and discarding them onto the floor of the car.
His breath hitches, and he quickly turns his gaze back to the road, trying – and failing – to focus on driving. His heart pounds against his chest, and his grip on your ankle tightens, his thumb pressing into your skin as he repeats to himself, She's just messing with me. She's just messing with me.
Meanwhile, you're enjoying every second of this. You love how he's trying to maintain his professional demeanour, but his grip on your ankle betrays his true feelings. It only encourages you to push him further.
So, you reach for the hem of your dress and pull it off entirely, the cool air kissing your heated skin. Now you're fully exposed in the passenger seat, your legs spread wide, your nipples hard and aching. Your gaze remains fixed on him as your hands begin to explore your body. You bite your lower lip, one hand cupping your breast, your thumb brushing over your peaked nipple. The other hand travels down your stomach, slipping between your legs, and you gasp, throwing your head back against the window as your fingers brush against your dripping cunt.
Satoru is fighting a losing battle in the driver's seat. He's acutely aware of every movement you make – how could he not, with you right next to him, exposed and touching yourself. He can't resist stealing a glance, and when he does... dear god, you're a sight to behold. Your legs are spread wide, your inner thighs glistening with your arousal. Your head is thrown back against the window, your eyes closed, lost in your own pleasure.
Satoru squeezes his eyes shut, begging for self-control he's always been proud of. But here it is, slipping away again, just like it does every time he's with you. You're his downfall, his weakness, his undoing. Every touch, every look, every sound you make eats away at his control.
He opens his eyes and turns his head to look at you, but you're already looking at him, and the moment your eyes meet those intense blue ones, you whimper, "Toru-mm." The second he hears his name, the nickname you've been calling him for months, it sends a jolt through him, imagining how it will sound when you're breathless beneath him as he fucks you senseless.
Without a second thought, he steered the car into a more secluded corner, killed the engine, and unbuckled his seatbelt. Reaching over the console, he lifted you up and pulled you onto his lap. He didn't give you time to process, crashing his mouth onto yours, professionalism be damned.
When your arms snaked around his neck, pulling him closer, Satoru let out a filthy groan into the kiss, his hand coming up to cradle your jaw so he could deepen it.
Satoru bites your bottom lip, and you gasp, but he takes advantage, sliding his tongue into your mouth. You feel it then – his hardness pressing against your inner thigh. You smirk into the kiss and angle your hips, grinding against him. Your wetness leaves a damp stain on his black trousers.
"Fuck," Satoru growls, his hands gripping your hips. He can feel your heat seeping through the fabric of his pants, can feel how wet you are.
He breaks the kiss to whisper against your cheek. "Brat."
You grin and drag your lips to his jaw, biting it before whispering back, "Don't act like you're not dying to fuck me."
Satoru's lips curl into a smirk. "Get in the backseat."
You obey instantly, climbing off his lap and crawling into the backseat. Satoru's blue gaze follows you, lingering on your back and your ass.
He bites his bottom lip and crawls in after you. You settle back against the leather seat, watching as he looms over you, his gaze intense as he begins to undress. His suit jacket falls onto the car floor, followed by his shirt, each button popping open to reveal the muscular, lean body beneath. Your thighs clench tightly as you watch, hunger evident in your eyes. Satoru sees it, and god, he loves it.
He reached out to grip your hands, so soft and small compared to his.
He guides your hand from his chest to his abs, stopping when he reaches his trousers.
"Go ahead, sweetheart."
You didn't wait – you unbuckled him, pulling his pants down along with his boxers. The sight of him has you grinding your pussy against the leather seat beneath you.
His cock is enormous, the thick shaft veined and pulsing, and a light tuft of white hair framed its thick base, precum already glistening at its tip.
Satoru leans down, his lips pressed against your shoulder, fingers trailing down your stomach. "I've had enough of your teasing," he growls. "Now you'll take what I'm going to give you, like the little desperate slut you are, understand?"
You nod, your gaze never leaving his as you slowly wet your lips.
𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃
Time has lost all meaning as you and Satoru become lost in each other. His cock slams into you, each thrust filling you completely, hitting every right spot and making your mind go blank. Your moans and his groans fill the car, a symphony of pleasure. You orgasm after orgasm, your body writhing, but you never want him to stop. Your eyes roll back, lost in the sensation, as he continues to pound into you, his praise a constant stream in your ear.
"Mmm, Satoru... please, don't stop... don't stop..." you pleaded, your voice barely a whisper, as he trailed kisses down your neck, lingering on the marks he'd left earlier.
"Shhh, baby," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin, "I know it feels good..." His thumb found your clit, circling and rolling it with expert precision, applying just the right amount of pressure to draw out a sixth orgasm. You gasped, your back arching off the leather seat as waves of pleasure coursed through you.
Satoru chuckled softly, his lips curving into a smug smile against your throat. "Are you going to come again, sweetheart?" he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I know you can... You look so fucking beautiful when you come."
"Yes... yes, Satoru..." you managed to gasp out, your fingers tangling in his hair as he hit that perfect spot inside you. Your hips bucked, and you could feel the pressure building, your inner walls clenching around his cock. The sensation of your body gripping him sent a growl rumbling through Satoru's chest, vibrating against your neck.
His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, as he chased his own release, driven on by the sight and sound of your pleasure. "That's it, baby... come for me," he rasped, his voice tight with restraint. "Let me feel you come all over my cock..."
He doubled down, his thrusts going harder, skin slapping against skin. "Oh-oh, Satoru! Gonna come, gonna come! Fuck!"
Your orgasm rips through you, and as your walls clench around him, Satoru lets out a guttural groan, spilling his hot seed inside you. He collapses on top of you, his body spent, as you both struggle to catch your breaths, chests heaving.
Satoru lifts his head and presses a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth.
"Don't ever scare me like that again," he murmurs. "You have no idea what I felt when I couldn't find you in your room."
Huh?
Oh, right. You'd almost forgotten what this was all about.
"Aww, were you worried about me?" you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"You don't even know," he mutters, pressing a kiss to your forehead this time.
A grin spreads across your face.
"Should I do it again? If it means getting to see you that mad?" you tease. "You look so hot when you're angry."
"Shut up," he groans, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss.
It's clearly meant to silence you, but the smile tugging at his mouth gives him away. You can feel it against your lips, and it only makes you grin harder.
Yep.
You're definitely doing it again.
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AN: This fic might not be my best since I’m writing after a long break and still trying to improve. I’ve been feeling a bit down lately, so I didn’t really feel like writing for a while… but I’m back now, and I’m really excited to share more fics I have in store.
hope you enjoyed Bodyguard Satoru 💗!!