butter me up ☆ g. satoru 
1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47 : black reader, lovesick!gojo, choking (m. receiving), name calling (baby, slut), biting, degradation, slight objectification, overstim, kink discovery, switch!gojo, jealousy/claiming, lowercase intentional, nipple play.
an. i hope yall like this cause i feel like it sucks so bad but 😵💫😵💫 enjoy!
he did it on purpose.
satoru knows how annoyed you get when he wears those tight compression shirts. he knows just how much you hate the way other people ogle at him, but come on.
he’s only wearing them to work out!
“come on, it’s just for the gym. you’re being dramatic.”
you rolled your eyes at his lack of empathy. satoru’s problem is that he doesn’t know just how attractive he is. sure, he’ll fake cocky just to be annoying, but he doesn’t really know.
he’s completely unaware of the way women eye his bulging arms and chest. satoru is a complete beefcake, and he’s bouncing-off-the-walls happy at the chance to show that off.
especially with these dumb fucking shirts. asshole.
“just for the gym. sure.”
“if it’s that serious, then come with me,” your interest might have been ever so slightly peaked at this idea.
“and, well… if you get jealous at any point, i’ll make it up to you. how ‘bout it?”
satoru placed both hands outside of your body, leaning into your personal space with that.. dumb smile on his face. you hoped that he could tell how hot your face was getting.
“whatever.”
you were nervous.
part of you was hoping that you were wrong, just so you didn’t have to sit through an hour and a half of watching your boyfriend get eyefucked by other women.
but another part of you really wanted to see what kind of apology satoru had in mind.
he rubbed circles into your thigh the whole ride there, often times brushing against your clothed slit. you heard him chuckled lowly when you brushed him off.
when you arrived, you kept an eye out. as he started one of his sets, he noticed how hard you were scowling. he paused to stroke your chin delicately.
“‘gonna get wrinkles if you keep that up. ‘s okay baby.”
you couldn’t help but melt into his touch a little bit. it was annoying, he always knew how to sweet talk himself out of any situation.
you didn’t see much of anything to be concerned about, especially since you were focused on your own workout. you were pretty satisfied to say the very least, cause no one needed to be eyeing your man but you.
satoru was looking increasingly more smug as time passed, even full blown grinning by the time you two were leaving, until some girl he apparently knew came up and literally barreled herself into his plush chest.
she chatted with him while occasionally squeezing his biceps as if it was second nature, not even sparing you a glance.
thankfully, satoru spoke up about how you two needed to get going, but the damage had already been done.
the car ride was eerily quiet on both ends, brief words only being exchanged when he pulled into the driveway.
“told you.”
“that had nothing to do with the shirt, though! she’s just touchy!”
you knew satoru was a friendly person, so you couldn’t be too mad at him. but you still had the right to have an attitude. at least for a little bit.
he trailed behind you into your apartment muttering profuse apologizes. you weren’t hearing him. you just slumped into the couch.
“the silent treatment? really? i already said im sorry, ma. what else do you…” before you could react to his words, satoru was smirking and peppering kisses on your neck.
he knew how sensitive your neck was, and you immediately had to choke back your giggles.
“st-stop! what are you doing?!”
“i did say i’d make it up to you, didn’t I,” satoru grinned down at you from his position, and you couldn’t help but feel shy at the clear glint of something suspicious in his eyes.
“mm? how so?”
“you tell me.”
you knew those words. the silent permission for you to take control, to have your way with him. they weren’t spoken often. it made you smile, knowing he was letting you, that he was trying to be better.
you eventually ended up on top, and found yourself reaching under satoru’s shirt to caress his chest. he groaned as soon as your delicate fingers came into contact.
“what would all your lil fans think if they saw you like this? hmm?”
“f-fuck.” you could feel his cock hardening against your back at this point, all from the stimulations to his nipples.
he’d always been sensitive there. satoru violently twitched under your touch as your tongue swirled around his buds.
“cmon.. get these off already.” he tugged at your pants stubbornly, causing a smirk to slip on your lips.
“don’t rush me slut. you said you’d make it up to me, right?”
you couldn’t possibly miss how a shiver violently wracked his body at your degradation. you didn’t know he was into that, guess he was hiding huh?
your pussy ground down onto his cock while you watched for all the little sounds and movements you could draw from him.
satoru whined at each movement against his cock, loudly begging you to just put it in already. “aww, poor baby… you want me to help you?” satoru nodded hastily, not wanting to wait another moment to be inside you.
when you finally pulled your pants and panties from your silky pussy, satoru couldn’t help but smile. you were wet enough for him to slip right inside you, which he did. he cooed at your reaction to the stretch.
“where’d that attitude go? you seem like you want my help more than anything..”
you couldn’t respond, considering how busy you were pulling your hips up and slamming them back down. you couldn’t figure out if that motion was too much for you to continue, but satoru made the choice for you.
his hips pistoned into yours suddenly, successfully knocking all the thoughts from your brain.
“shit—look at you, baby, such a mess f’me.”
“fuck—‘toru, g’nna break me!”
the room was spinning with the force of how hard his cock was splitting you open, leaving you with nothing to hold onto. your hands eventually found satoru’s neck, and you didn’t miss how breathy his voice got.
“fuck, fuck, fuck! ‘perfect baby, ‘s perfect..”
you squeezed a little harder, resulting in those pretty blue eyes rolling to the back of his head, which only pushed you that much closer to the edge of release.
satoru’s cock pushed against that soft, spongy spot inside of you one, two, three times and you were spasming around his cock with no warning.
he breathed in deep once your hands got loose enough, but he didn’t dare stop his thrusts.
“want every one to know ‘m yours baby. only you—shit!”
when your teeth sunk into his shoulder, satoru melted, finally spilling deep inside of you. overstimulation set in your bones as you felt his raw cum fill your womb.
you were so ruined, and satoru wasn’t any better.
“d’you accept my apology?”
“hmm. depends on if you do one more favor for me.”
watching women look at satoru wasn’t as been when they were staring in jealousy at his bite marks, cause they knew who made ‘em.
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