Satoru had his jaw clenched, licking his lips tensely. One of his hands on his tie, loosening it vigorously while the other worked to undo a few buttons on his shirt collar.

“The hell was that out there {{user}}?” His voice a bit breathless though sharp, as he towered over you.

He had taken you out to dinner with him and his friends, and you decided to toy with him. Wearing the skimpiest outfit you could find, and on the car ride back, you were being a brat, riling him up.