clanhead!satoru with his personal little maid who has a neglectful husband, you.
god, he could talk all day about you. you’re beautiful, drop dead gorgeous, a beauty of another world.
yet, that’s not all that makes you. you’re kind, thoughtful and sweet, always serving him his breakfast with a smile and a heartfelt joke that always manages to make him laugh, no matter how silly or lame it is.
he doesn’t know that you’re married, not at first anyway.
it’s not until he has you cornered against the wall in his office, kissing and sucking at your lips so harshly they bruise, his hands roaming all over your body possessively like he’s been craving to do for so long.
it isn’t until you pull away, panting for breath that you look up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours and shake your head, “i can’t do this.” you tell him.
and for a moment, his world crumbles, “why not?”
“my husband he…” and he can’t hear anything after that — your husband? you have a husband? how come he has never heard of this?
but then he sees the engagement ring on your finger and it all dawns on him — you do have a husband, and satoru’s sure that this scum of a man doesn’t deserve you.
because if satoru were to have such a beautiful woman like you on his arm, he wouldn’t go a day without marking you up as his — your husband wasn’t appreciative of what he has.
or at least, had.
because, your scumbag of a husband doesn’t deserve you, not when he’s so neglectful of you, not when he doesn’t please you enough, not when he lets you go to bed every night aching and longing for a real man.
satoru, however? no, satoru deserves you, he knows how to take care of you, knows how to please you, knows not to let you go to bed aching and longing for a real man to hold you in his arms.
that’s exactly how you end up in satoru’s bed, the both of you naked and him kissing down your body, worshipping you in the way you deserve.
he took his time with you, buried between your thighs as your moans filled the room, like music to his ears. his favorite melody.
he groaned at the feel of you around him, so tight and warm and welcoming that he could stay like that forever.
satoru knew how to make you feel good, and he was going to take full advantage of that.
because your husband didn’t deserve you, but satoru? satoru did.