─── STRESS RELIEVER ♡
SUMMARY / Being a CEO wasn't as fun as you dreamt it'd be as a little girl. It was lonely, depressing, and stressful. And after a night of mingling with celebrities and other ceos whom you didn't really like, your Bodyguard-slash-Driver was your last resort.
warnings âś© non-idol au, bodyguard!san, ceo!fem reader, reader is really just an angry woman who's mad at the world and san is head over heels for her but doesn't know how to express it, reader is in a failing marriage AND has a child, switch!reader, switch!san, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, oral and fingering (f), praise, some power imbalance and dub-con themes
word count âś© 6,71k
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Tonight had worn you out. The gala’s glitz and glamour left you feeling bitter, and the small talk was as empty as the champagne flutes you kept refilling. You leaned back in the leather seat, watching city lights blur past the tinted windows as the car hummed along.
Every day, you wondered if keeping the family business going was worth it. Your father’s legacy and the board’s expectations pressed on you like a migraine you could never shake. Guilt gnawed at your insides, knowing that money and power were the only things that brought you even a shallow sense of pleasure in your hollow existence.
As you sat in the backseat, you sighed, looking down and grabbing your phone that was in your lap. You didn't even enjoy scrolling through social media anymore. It was just the same thing over and over again. You decided to scroll through your music library instead, searching for something to dull the edge of your irritation. Your thumb hovered over the play button.
"How was the Gala, ma'am?" your bodyguard, San, asked from the driver's seat, his eyes never leaving the road. His voice was a gentle rumble in the quiet car, a stark contrast to the chaos of the night you'd just left behind.
You grumble and set your phone face down. "Wouldn't you like to know? Same as always. Surrounded by people I couldn't give a damn about."
San chuckled softly. "You never did enjoy those sorts of events."
"Thanks for pointing out the obvious." You couldn't help the sarcasm that laced your words.
San glanced at you through the rearview mirror, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "You're more than welcome to vent. I've got a pretty thick skin, you know."
"Are you a therapist?" You snapped back, your eyes narrowed at the reflection in the mirror. "Great to know I have one."
San's smile never wavered. "No, ma'am, just a concerned bodyguard."
Your eyes rolled so hard you felt them threaten to get stuck in the back of your head. "Well, don't bother. I can handle my own shit."
San remained unfazed. "I'm sure you can, ma'am, but sometimes it helps to have someone listen."
"Yeah, well," There was a long pause, your eyes staring out the window. "I'd rather not burden you with it." You didn't need his pity, and you certainly didn't need his advice.
San only smiles softly. "Was Mr. L/N with you? Did he come in another car?"
"I don't want to talk about that fucking loser of a husband. Just drive," you bark at San, your voice a mix of anger and exhaustion. San's eyes remained on the road ahead, his knuckles tightening slightly around the steering wheel.
"As you wish, ma'am," he responds calmly, not bothering to hide the concern in his voice.
"He was probably in that hotel room fucking that whore of a woman." You spat out, your voice laced with anger. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, the humiliation of knowing that everyone at the gala had probably seen the tabloids about your husband's latest affair.
"Fucking that— that dog. That stripper— how could I have not known he was fucking a prostitute of all people?!" Your voice echoed in the confined space of the car, your nails digging into the leather armrest as you let out a furious growl. The car remained silent except for the steady rhythm of the engine, and you could feel San's gaze on you, his eyes filled with a blend of pity and concern.
"Ma'am," he began cautiously, "you know I'm here to protect and support you, no matter what. You can talk to me if you need to."
"I'm fine, okay?!" you yell, the sound of your voice bouncing off the leather interior of the car. San's eyes flit to the rearview mirror, meeting yours for a brief moment before returning to the road. You can see the question in his gaze, the silent inquiry that asks if you're really okay, if you're not just hiding your pain behind a mask of anger.
"Ma'am, I just-" San starts to say, his voice tentative.
"There's nothing to even fucking talk about! H-He fucked some other woman!" You shout, your voice cracking with anger and a hint of hurt. San remained silent, his eyes focused on the road ahead as he drove through the quiet streets. You felt a pang of regret for taking your frustration out on him, but the rage was still burning within you.
"Then had the audacity to lie to me about it," you go quiet for a moment. "Didn't even bother to speak to his daughter. He had to tell me through a text message that he's leaving us," you spit out, feeling the bitterness of the words on your tongue.
"H-He had the audacity to lie to those goddamn reporters and say those nasty things about me! About my body! As if I don't work hard enough to keep this company afloat!" You rant, the anger in your voice growing with each word. The pressure in your chest builds, your breath coming out in harsh pants.
San's eyes remained on the road, his jaw tightening at the mention of the tabloids. He knew better than to argue with you when you were like this. But his silence didn't stop you. "And then he says I'm cold! That I don't know how to love! What the fuck does he know about love?!" You shout, slamming your hand on the armrest.
You rest your elbow on the armrest and cover your face with your hand, trying to hold yourself together but failing miserably. You don't know why you're telling San all this, but it feels good to let it out, even if it's just to the bodyguard you've had for the past five years. San's eyes never left the road, his knuckles still white on the steering wheel.
You sniffle and cover your mouth, breathing shakily. "Pull over."
San's eyes widen slightly before he nods, turning the car into the first empty alleyway he sees. He puts the car in park and turns to face you, his expression one of genuine concern.
"Ma'am, are you okay?" San's voice was softer now, a hint of worry seeping through the professionalism he usually maintained.
"I said I was fine." You don't know why you're pushing him away, but you do it anyway.
"…Get in the back seat." You order, your voice still thick with anger. San nods and opens the driver’s side door, his movements careful and precise. He rounds the car and opens the door opposite you, sliding in gracefully. He's so close now that you can feel the warmth of his body, and his cologne fills the small space between you. It's a comforting scent, something you've grown accustomed to over the years, but tonight it only serves to irritate you further.
"San, am I…" you begin, wiping your tears away with the back of your hand, trying to regain your composure. "…Am I beautiful?"
San's eyes widen at the question, taken aback by the sudden vulnerability in your voice. "Ma'am, of course, you are," he says gently, his voice sincere. "You're one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen, inside and out."
You glance at him and don't respond, the question hanging in the air. San's heart thuds in his chest, his mind racing as he tries to navigate the sudden shift in your demeanor. He's seen you upset before, but never quite like this. Normally, you're the one in control, the one calling the shots, but tonight you seem…broken. And it's tearing him apart to see you this way.
"Why would he… cheat on me?" You whisper, your voice barely above a whisper. San's heart aches as he watches the strong, independent woman he's sworn to protect crumble before his eyes.
"Ma'am, I can't say why he did it, but I know that you're worth more than his lies," San replies, his voice soft and soothing. He reaches for your hand but stops just short, unsure if the gesture would be welcome.
"I had his child." You spoke through gritted teeth, looking down at your hands. "And he throws it all away for some cheap slut."
San's gaze remained on you, his heart breaking with each word you spoke. He knew the kind of man your husband was, knew the kind of pain you must be feeling. But he also knew that you didn't mean the harsh things you were saying to him. You were just hurt and lashing out.
"You're not cold, ma'am," San said firmly, his voice a gentle counterpoint to your anger. "You're just tired of him."
You stare at him for a little while, wiping any more tears that fell down your cheeks before gulping. "San,"
"Yes, ma'am?" San's voice was a gentle rumble in the quiet car, his eyes never leaving yours as he waited for you to continue.
You scoff, the sound a harsh, bitter echo in the small space. "Why are you always so nice to me? I treat you like absolute shit and you still… You’re still nice to me." You spit out the words, your anger now directed at him. It wasn't fair that you had to deal with all this shit while he just sat there, looking perfect, smelling like heaven, and acting like nothing was wrong.
San's eyes never leave yours, his expression calm and composed, even as he's on the receiving end of your wrath. "It's my job, ma'am," he says, his voice steady. "But it's also because I care about you."
You scoff and look out of the window for a moment. "Do you know what it feels like to know that the person who promised to love you forever doesn't want you anymore?"
San remains silent for a beat before responding, "I can't say that I do, ma'am, but I can imagine it's incredibly painful."
You look back at him. "San," you shake your head and sigh. "I want to feel wanted again."
San's heart skips a beat at the raw need in your voice. He's heard the pain, the anger, and the frustration, but this…this was something new, something raw. And as much as he wants to tell you that you don't have to look outside yourself for validation, for want, he knows that's not what you need to hear right now. So instead, he remains silent, giving you the space to continue.
"Don't stare at me like a fucking dumbass like you don't know what I'm talking about." You barked, the words leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. San's expression remained unchanged, his eyes still filled with that damn concern that made you want to scream.
"Ma'am, I assure you, I'm not judging," he says, his tone calm and even. "I'm just trying to understand how I can help."
"…" you go silent for a moment. "Sex. I want you to— to fuck me."
San's eyes widened slightly, but his expression remained neutral. He'd been your bodyguard for years, and he'd seen you at your best and worst, but he'd never seen you so…desperate. He knew that you were hurt and looking for something to fill the void that your husband had left behind. But this was crossing a line that could never be uncrossed.
"Ma'am," he began carefully, his voice steady. "I'm your bodyguard. That— this isn't appropriate."
But you're beyond caring about propriety. You've had enough of being told what's appropriate and what's not. “Exactly. You’re a bodyguard,” You lean over, pulling your faux fur wrap off your shoulders and discarding it in the seats behind yours. "You’re supposed to do as I say," you hiss.
"And I've seen the way you look at me. Even when I was still married. Before my husband even thought of cheating on me." You accuse, your voice cold. San's expression remained unreadable, his eyes never leaving yours. "Don't tell me you haven't thought about it," you whispered, your voice now filled with challenge.
San took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool. He knew that you were hurt, that you were looking for something, anything to make you feel better, but this wasn't the answer. "Ma'am, I understand that you're upset, but-"
You cut him off. "Don't 'ma'am' me," you growl. "I don't want your understanding, I want you to do as I say."
San's eyes searched yours, looking for any sign that you weren't serious. But the fire in them told him you were dead set on this course of action. He swallowed hard, knowing that this was a line he could never come back from, but also knowing that he couldn't leave you in this state of pain.
"If that's truly what you want, ma'am," he said, his voice tight with tension, "I'll do what I can to help you feel better."
"Thank you." The words leave your mouth, sounding more like a demand than a genuine expression of gratitude. You can feel San's tension as he nods, his eyes still on yours. You know he's just trying to do his job, to protect you, but right now all you want is to feel something other than anger and betrayal.
"…Eat me out."
San's eyes widened, but he remained silent, his hand frozen in mid-air. You grab and push his hand down, guiding it to the apex of your thighs, where the heat of your anger meets the ache of your desire. San swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry as he felt the softness of your skin beneath his fingertips.
"Don't pretend like you haven't thought about it," you sneered, your eyes never leaving his. San knew that you weren't being fair, that you were just looking for someone to blame, someone to take out your anger on. But he also knew that he couldn't deny his attraction to you. So, instead of arguing, he gently began to massage your thigh, his touch feather-light as he tried to gauge your reaction.
You jerked slightly at the contact, but you didn't push him away. Instead, you spread your legs wider, giving him better access. San took a deep breath, his heart racing as he slid his hand higher, his fingers grazing the soft fabric of your underwear. You bit your lip, trying not to let the anticipation show on your face.
You tried to avoid eye contact, biting your finger gently and repositioning yourself so your back was against the door. Thank goodness your car's backseat was huge. "Get to it."
San's eyes searched yours, looking for any sign that you weren't serious, but the fiery determination in your gaze made it clear that you were. He sighed internally, knowing that this wasn't the time to argue. Instead, he leaned in, his breath hot against your skin as he peeled your dress up and over your hips. You watched him through narrowed eyes, daring him to back out now. But San was nothing if not professional, even in this unprofessional situation.
He kissed the inside of your thigh gently, his hands steady as he pulled aside your underwear. His eyes met, and you could see the conflict within them. He wanted to make you feel better, but he also knew that this wasn't the way to do it. Yet, he didn't pull away. He knew that pushing you away now would only make things worse, so he continued, his tongue tracing a line from your knee to the sensitive folds of your sex.
You hiss as his warm breath teases against your skin, his movements methodical and precise as he positions himself between your legs. He's so close now that you can feel his breath against your core, and the anticipation is almost unbearable. San takes a moment to appreciate the sight before him, the way your body tenses with every touch. He leans in, sliding your lace panties down your legs and throwing them to the floor. He lifts your legs as his tongue tentatively brushes against your clit, and you can't help the gasp that escapes your lips.
His hands are steady as they grip your thighs, holding you in place as he starts to explore you with gentle strokes and soft kisses. You try to keep your face neutral, to hide the pleasure that's already building inside of you, but it's no use. The feeling of his mouth on you is too much, too intense, and before you know it, you're squirming in your seat, desperately trying to hold back the moans that threaten to spill out.
"Shit," you grab onto his hair with both hands, your knuckles turning white as you try to hold back the moan that's fighting its way up your throat.
San's eyes meet yours, and the sight of you, so powerful and in control, losing yourself to pleasure, sends a jolt of heat through him. He leans in closer, his tongue delving deeper into your folds as he tastes you completely for the first time.
You try to keep your breathing even, but the feeling of his tongue on your clit is making it difficult. You can feel your body start to shake as the tension builds with each stroke. San's eyes are locked on yours, watching the way your pupils dilate and the way your mouth falls open slightly as you struggle to keep quiet.
"I-It's n-not-" you start to protest, but the words die on your lips as San's mouth finds your center. You grip the leather seat, trying to hold on to some semblance of control as his tongue works its magic. His movements are deliberate and skilled, a stark contrast to the unpracticed fumbling you're used to from your husband.
San adjusts his position, getting more comfortable as he settles in, his strong hands gripping your thighs firmly. He's taking his time with you, savoring every moment as if it's the first time he's ever tasted something so sweet. You try to keep your breathing steady, to remain stoic, but the pleasure is too intense. You're not used to being the one to lose control. You're the CEO, the one who's always in charge, but here, in the backseat of the car with your bodyguard, you're nothing but a woman on the brink of ecstasy.
His tongue swirls around your clit, and you bite your lip hard to keep from crying out. Your nails dig into the leather upholstery as he starts to suck, the pressure building with each pulse. You can feel yourself getting wetter, your body betraying you as it responds to his touch. You're not just letting him do this; you're craving it. Your hips start to rock against his face, and he groans in response, the vibration sending a new wave of pleasure through your core.
"S-San, oh my god," you whimper, your eyes squeezed shut as you feel his tongue swirl around your clit with expert precision. His hands grip your thighs, keeping you in place as he works his magic, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring every inch of you. The sound of his mouth on your skin fills the car, mingling with the faint sounds of the city outside.
He pushes your legs further back, your knees almost connecting with your shoulders as he settles into his task. San's eyes never leave yours, watching as the pleasure slowly starts to take over your features. You bite your bottom lip, trying to keep the moans at bay, but it's a futile effort. The way his tongue flicks against your clit, the gentle suction, and the occasional nip with his teeth, it's all too much for you to handle.
Your breaths become shorter, panting as you try to keep yourself from screaming out his name. San's hands are firm on your thighs, keeping you open for him as he explores you with a hunger you didn't know he had. His tongue delves deeper, finding that perfect spot that makes your toes curl, and your eyes roll back in your head. You're lost in the feeling, your mind a haze of sensation as you give in to the pleasure he's giving you.
"Fuck, don't stop, oh my god," you whisper, your voice strained as you feel your orgasm building. San's eyes never leave yours, his focus solely on the task at hand. He can feel the heat radiating from your body, and he knows that you're close. He doubles his efforts, his tongue moving faster, his teeth grazing your clit gently as you start to shake.
Your moans become more frequent, and you can't help but rock your hips against his face. The leather seat is cold against your back as you arch off of it, the tension in your body tightening with each stroke of his tongue. You're so close, so fucking close, and you never knew it could feel like this. You've never been with anyone who's made you feel this way before. San's hands grip your hips, holding you in place as you start to thrash against the seat.
"San-" you throw your head against the window, finally giving up on holding your moans in. You feel your body tighten, your toes curling in your expensive heels. The pleasure is so intense it's almost painful. San's tongue is relentless, flicking and swirling, driving you closer and closer to the edge. You can't believe this is happening, that you're letting your bodyguard of all people make you feel like this. But you don't care anymore. You just want to feel something other than anger and pain.
San's eyes never leave your face, watching as your control slips away. He can see the tension in your jaw, the way your chest is heaving with each ragged breath. His own body responds to the sight of you, his cock straining against his pants, but he pushes the thought aside. Right now, this is about you. He slides two fingers into your wetness, curling them up to hit that spot that makes you see stars.
"Fuck-!" you cry out, uncontrollably grinding your hips up and down against San's face. His fingers delve deeper, hitting that spot that makes your eyes roll back. He's relentless, his tongue never leaving your clit as he works you closer to the edge. You're a mess of emotions, your anger momentarily forgotten as pleasure takes over.
"San!" and with one final cry of his name, the dam breaks and you come apart, your body shaking with the intensity of your orgasm. San doesn't stop, his tongue lapping up your pleasure as your thighs clench around his head. You're a mess of moans and gasps, your hands still gripping his hair tightly as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you.
He pulls away slowly, giving your sensitive clit a final, gentle kiss before sitting back up, his eyes searching yours for any signs of regret. But all he sees is a look of pure, unadulterated satisfaction. You take a deep, shaky breath, your chest heaving as you try to compose yourself. Your cheeks are flushed, your eyes glazed over with lust.
"That was…" you start, but you can't find the words to finish your sentence. San nods, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He can feel his own arousal, his heart thundering in his chest, but he knows this isn't about him. This was about you, about giving you what you needed in this moment.
You stare at the very obvious bulge in his pants, the fabric straining against his hard length. It's both embarrassing and strangely satisfying to see him like this, to know that you're the one causing his painful need. But you don't comment on it. Instead, you lie back against the cool leather, closing your eyes as he continues to kiss and lick your thighs.
"San, um," you gulp. "I need… I want you to, um, be inside of me." You stutter out, your cheeks reddening with embarrassment. But the need is too intense to ignore.
San's eyes widen in surprise, but he quickly regains his composure, moving to remove his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. "Ma'am, are you sure?"
"If I wasn't sure, why would I ask you?" you retort, your voice still shaky from the intense orgasm. San nods, his eyes never leaving yours as he shifts his body, moving to get into a more comfortable position between your legs. He takes off his jacket, revealing the holster that holds his gun and the tight black shirt that clings to his muscular chest.
God, he was so handsome. San's dark hair fell into his eyes as he hovered over you, his chest heaving slightly with each breath he took. You could feel his hardness pressing against your inner thigh, and despite the situation, a thrill of excitement shot through you. You'd never seen him like this before, never knew that he was capable of making you feel like this.
"Listen to me, San," you say, your voice firm despite the tremble in your body. "You're going to do as I say, and you're going to do it right now. Do you understand?"
San nods, his eyes never leaving yours as he moves to the backseat with you. He takes a deep breath, his mind racing with the implications of what's about to happen. But he's seen the pain in your eyes, and he can't stand the thought of you hurting anymore. He'll do whatever it takes to help you find some semblance of peace, even if it means crossing a line that can never be uncrossed.
"Push your pants down and fuck me. Can you do that or are you too dumb to understand? Because you're staring as if you don't get it." You snarled, the words leaving your mouth before you could even think twice about it. San's eyes darkened at your tone, but he didn't argue. He knew you needed this release, and as much as he wished he could take away the pain you felt, he knew that wasn't possible.
San's hands trembled slightly as he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, his cock springing free. It was thick and hard, and you couldn't help but stare for a moment, the sight of it making your stomach flip. You've seen your husband naked countless times, but somehow, San's body was different. It was like a work of art, sculpted and perfect in every way. He was your bodyguard, but in this moment, he was also your salvation.
He settled between your legs, his eyes on yours as he positioned himself. You could see the want in them, the need that mirrored your own, and it made your heart race even faster. He pressed his tip against you, and you couldn't help but gasp as you felt the heat of him. San pushed into you with a slow, deliberate stroke, filling you completely. You bite down hard on your lip to keep from crying out, your eyes never leaving his as he starts to move.
The first thrust stole the breath from your lungs. His size in comparison to your husband's was laughable. Where your ex had been soft and underwhelming, San was relentless. Every inch of him carved space inside you like he was mapping uncharted territory. Your fingers scrabbled against the leather seat, nails digging in as he set a slow, torturous rhythm. "Faster," you demanded, voice ragged.
He looks at you with something between amusement and concern, like he knows exactly how much you're unraveling, but obeys without hesitation. The next thrust punches a gasp from your throat, your back arching off the seat as he drives deeper. San's hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise, holding you steady while his pace turns punishing. The wet slap of skin fills the car, mingling with your ragged breaths.
He places a hand on the door's armrest, the other holding your hips down. His thrusts grow deeper, harder, each one a perfect counterpoint to the ache in your chest. The leather creaks beneath you, the scent of sweat and expensive cologne thick in the air. You hadn't expected this, hadn't expected him, to feel so devastatingly right.
"F-Fuck, wait... slow down," you gasp, but San doesn't comply. His grip tightens as he drives into you with deliberate precision, the muscles in his forearms flexing with each thrust. You can see the conflict in his darkened eyes. Professional restraint warring with raw need, but his body moves with single-minded purpose. The car rocks slightly with the force of his movements, the windows fogging from your mingled breaths.
"You told me to go faster, right, ma'am?" San's voice was a low growl, rough with exertion and something darker. Something possessive. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips as he pulled you harder onto his cock, each snap of his hips making the car's suspension groan.
Your legs wrapped around his waist, stilettos scraping the back of his clothed back. Your husband was never able to make you feel this good with only penetration, but San’s cock had you seeing stars with every thrust. Tears pricked at your eyes, all coalescing into something raw and overwhelming. You dug your fingers into his shoulders, feeling the way his muscles flexed beneath your grip.
"S-San," you whimper, the syllables fracturing in your throat as he angles his hips just so... a merciless twist that sends lightning up your spine. His breath is hot against your ear when he leans down, lips brushing the shell as he murmurs,
"You're taking me so well, ma'am." The honorific shouldn't make your stomach clench, but it does, the paradox of reverence and violation unraveling you further. You shudder from his voice alone, the way it scrapes against your nerves like velvet-coated steel. San's teeth graze your earlobe as he pistons into you, the wet heat between your thighs obscene in the best way. The car's suspension groans with each punishing thrust, his cock hitting that spot inside you that makes your vision blur.
"I always hoped to have you like this," He breathed against your skin, the words slipping out before he could stop them. His thrusts stuttered for just a second, an uncharacteristic loss of control before regaining their brutal rhythm. You barely registered the confession through the haze of pleasure, your nails raking down his back as he drove into you with single-minded intensity. "I couldn't help myself. When you gave me this opportunity,"
Your fingers tangled in San's hair as his hips snapped forward again, the brutal pace leaving you breathless. The confession hung between you, but neither of you acknowledged it. Not when his cock was buried to the hilt inside you, not when your thighs trembled around his waist.
"If only you weren't married," He sounded desperate as he whispered against your neck, biting down hard enough to bruise. The pain blended with pleasure, making your toes curl inside your heels. His hands moved from your hips to your ass, lifting you slightly to change the angle. Just enough to make you see stars. "But now..." His thrusts became erratic, his control slipping as he chased his own release. "I have you."
"J-Just fuck me," you gasped, your voice breaking as San's thrusts grew impossibly deeper. His fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs, leaving marks you knew would linger. Your stilettos slipped against the car door, one heel hanging precariously as your legs trembled around him.
"You sound so pretty," San murmured against your neck, his breath hot and ragged as his hips pistoned into you with relentless precision. "You're doing so good for me."
San's voice cracked on the last word, the strain in his tone betraying how close he was. He lifted you a little, now placing your legs on his shoulders and sitting up, basically pulling you onto his cock. The new angle forced a choked cry from your throat suddenly, he was everywhere, pressing deeper than you'd thought possible. The leather seat groaned beneath you as San's thrusts turned frantic, his control fraying at the edges.
"San! Mmh!" Your cry dissolved into a strangled moan as his cock hit a spot so deep your vision whited out. Your dress was bunched around your waist as San fucked you with single-minded intensity. His fingers dug into the backs of your thighs where your legs draped over his shoulders, the bite of pain only amplifying the pleasure coiling tighter in your gut.
Your eyes shut tight as San's thrusts turned erratic. Short, desperate jerks of his hips chasing something neither of you could articulate. The wet slap of skin was deafening in the confined space, mingling with your ragged breaths. One of his hands slid up to tangle in your hair, tilting your head back.
"Uh uh, eyes open." San's command was rough, his fingers tightening in your hair as he forced your gaze to meet his. The intensity in his darkened eyes pinned you in place more effectively than the bruising grip on your thighs. You whimpered, unable to look away as he drove into you with relentless precision, each thrust pushing the air from your lungs. The car's windows were completely fogged now, sealing you both in this humid, desperate space where nothing existed but the slide of his cock and the way your body clenched around him.
"S-San, I'm close," you gasped, fingers scrabbling against the car's door as his thrusts turned punishing. The angle was too much, his cock hitting places inside you that shouldn't exist, your body stretched obscenely around him. San's breath hitched when your walls fluttered around him, his grip on your thighs tightening as he growled,
"Come for me."
You gasp, immediately gripping his arm tightly as the orgasm crashes over you with terrifying force. Your whole body locks up, thighs quivering violently against his shoulders while his name spills from your lips in a broken sob. San doesn't stop, driving through your convulsions with deep, measured thrusts that prolong the pleasure until it borders on unbearable. Tears leak from your eyes. You're not crying, you're just unraveling.
"Breathe," San murmured against your temple, his voice rough with restraint even as his hips kept moving, slower now, dragging out the aftershocks until you whimpered. His fingers traced idle patterns on your inner thighs where your skin still trembled. "Good. Just like that. Let it last."
You tried to blink away the haze, but his voice. His goddamn voice. Low and textured like whiskey-aged sin wrapped around you tighter than his arms ever could. "Breathe," San murmured, lips grazing the shell of your ear as your body seized around him. His fingers traced the frantic pulse at your throat while his hips rolled in slow, deliberate strokes, drawing out every aftershock until you whimpered.
"T-t-too much," you choked out, nails scoring down his coat. San's chuckle vibrated through you, dark and pleased.
"No such thing," he murmured, catching your earlobe between his teeth just as his thumb found your clit. "You'll take it. You're too greedy not to." The words shouldn't have sent another bolt of heat through your belly, but they did. Especially paired with the way his cock twitched inside you, like he was savoring the way your walls fluttered around him.
"Will you let me come inside of you, ma'am?" San's voice was a rough whisper against your ear, his fingers tightening against your trembling thighs. You could only nod, your body still shuddering with aftershocks as he pressed deeper, his cock twitching inside you.
"Words," he demanded, kissing your jaw.
"Yes— yes, god—" you gasped, your hips jerking helplessly against his as San's thumb circled your oversensitive clit. His thrusts had slowed to a torturous grind, every inch of him dragging against walls still fluttering from your last climax. The wet sound of your bodies meeting filled the car, mingling with the ragged hitch of your breath when he angled his hips just right.
"Tell me," San's voice scraped against your ear, each syllable vibrating through your oversensitive nerves. His hips rolled in a slow, deliberate circle that made your thighs jerk involuntarily. "Tell me how it feels."
"So good," you slurred, the words thick in your mouth as San's cock dragged against that spot again, the one that made your vision pulse white at the edges. His chuckle was dark, his breath hot against your temple.
"I'm so close, baby." The nickname slips from San's lips without permission, his voice ragged as he rolls his hips in slow, devastating circles. His fingers dig into your trembling thighs, holding you open while his cock drags against every sensitive ridge inside you. "Feel how deep I am? How full you are?"
You nod desperately, fingers scrabbling against his back as San's thrusts grow uneven. His breath comes in short, sharp bursts against your neck, damp puffs that send shivers racing down your spine.
"Tell me you want me to fill you up." San's voice was ragged, his breath hot against your ear as his hips pistoned into you with slow, deliberate strokes. Each thrust dragged against oversensitive nerves, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your climax. You whimpered, fingers tightening in his hair as he angled his hips just right. "Say it."
"I— I want it," you gasp, arching against him when his thumb finds your clit again, the pressure just shy of painful. San groans, his forehead pressing against yours as his rhythm stutters.
San's groan vibrates against your throat, a rough, shattered sound that matches the way his hips jerk erratically against yours. His fingers dig into the meat of your thighs hard enough to bruise as he shudders through his release, his cock pulsing deep inside you. Heat floods your core, thick and insistent, and you gasp at the unfamiliar sensation. Your husband had always pulled out after your first child, always kept that final intimacy at arm's length. But San? San fills you completely, his body bowed over yours like a man praying at an altar.
The aftershocks pulsed through you like slow, liquid heat. San's weight pressing you into the leather seat, his breathing ragged against your collarbone. His fingers traced idle patterns on your hip, where your dress had ridden up; the touch was incongruously gentle compared to what had just transpired. The car smelled like sweat and sex, the windows still fogged from your mingled breaths. You stared at the ceiling, acutely aware of the way his softening cock still nestled inside you, the sticky warmth between your thighs.
Neither of you said anything at first. The silence stretched between you, thick with the weight of what just happened. San was the first to move, pulling away carefully. His fingers trembled slightly as he adjusted his pants, the quiet click of his belt buckle sounding absurdly loud in the confined space. You stayed where you were, legs still splayed indecently, the cool leather biting into your overheated skin.
He stayed quiet as he began to clean you up with the silk pocket square from his jacket, the fabric catching on your oversensitive skin. You watched him, really watched him for the first time since this began. The way his eyelashes cast shadows on his sharp cheekbones, the slight tremor in his usually steady hands. The silence was a living thing between you, swollen with unasked questions.
"San," you whisper, the name cracking in your throat like thin ice. His hands pause where they're smoothing your skirt down your thighs, knuckles brushing against the damp mess he'd just wiped away. The overhead car light catches the sweat still clinging to his temple, the undone collar of his shirt revealing the rapid pulse at his throat. "Will you... stay with me tonight?"
San's hands stilled against your thighs, the pocket square crumpled between his fingers. His gaze flickered up to yours before he exhaled through his nose and nodded once. "Of course," he said, voice rougher than usual. The words settled between you like a promise neither of you dared examine too closely.
