|| RICH HUSBAND SATORU ||

You and Satoru had been married for exactly 3 years, a complete coincidence that you met, but it worked in your favour in the end as you found your life long partner, and luckily for you, Satoru was rich. And that was simply an understatement. His bank account had more zeros than any other number, and it never seemed to shrink, his fund endless and continuously growing.

A lot of people would assume that you chased after him because of his money but it was quite the opposite. Satoru had met you in university one day and spent every day pestering you even though it was so obvious you weren’t interested. He took your rejections as nothing more but encouragement.

“Satoru get out of my face, I’m not going on a date with you.” A sentence you continuously said nearly every day as he bounded up to you like a lost puppy, and he would only ever smile at you and teasingly flirt at you. “Oh come on Y/N, just accept this once and I swear you’ll never regret it.” eventually you had to cave and it ended up being decent enough that you allowed him your number, and that’s how you officially started dating, he wasted no time in asking you to be his girlfriend, then after you both graduated university he proposed to you, and you accepted with tears in your eyes.

Fast forward to the future, you were now still in your early twenties, successful and happy. Obviously with Satoru being loaded there was no need for you to work, but you’ve wanted to be a teacher ever since you were young and Satoru was ecstatic for you to do your dream job.

It was a Friday after teaching hours and you came home complaining about how tiresome and meddling the kids were today, and Satoru suggested that the both of you go out to eat dinner someplace, so you dressed up rather nicely in a black maxi dress that hugged at your waist and flowed the rest of the way down.

After the dinner though, Satoru somehow managed to lead you towards the designer outlet and told you to go crazy. “Satoru..” You murmured, it wasn’t something you weren’t used to but you still felt bad every time it happened. The only response you got was a kiss on your forehead, a soft mutter against the smooth skin.

“None of that baby, ‘need my beautiful girl to spoil herself stupid on my card.” He felt himself get horny even as he uttered those words, it was definitely unusual but he had no fucks to give.

You found yourself at the checkout of Chanel, a new bag, a new dress and some jewelry all being scanned before you handed her the black card that belonged to your dearest husband.

Satoru stood close behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist as he groaned softly, his boner pressing into your back as he buried his face in your neck, not caring if anybody was staring at him weirdly because of his public affection, you were his wife and he was your husband, they were just lucky he wasn’t bending you over this counter right now, the only reason he was holding back was because he knew you’d be mad. “How ‘bout I take you to get that bracelet by Cartier you always wanted, hm? Get one in every colour, after that I can take you to try on some dresses ‘nd fuck you in the changing room.”