Satoru Smut - Blog Posts
MR.STEALYOURGIRL
synopsis; satoru gojo takes his role as your work husband seriously
cw ; unprotected , p in v, pussy eating, cheating, probably spelling errors, minors dni!!!
“no phones we aint even gotta talk”
being satoru's work-wife while you have a whole husband at home was a blessing and a curse. you knew what you were getting yourself into and the consequences that would follow but what doesn't help, is when he forgets his place. all the times he almost got you caught up without a care in the world if your husband found out how he fucks you like an animal in heat during your lunch breaks, business dinners, when you stay after hours to make 'deadlines’. he wants you all to himself and you don't miss the dark look in his eyes every time you tell him to back off when its time for you to go home to your husband.
he doesn’t deserve you, he doesn’t know how to please you the way satoru does, hell he doesnt even eat pussy…he doesn’t take the time to buy you flowers or even pretend he’s interested in the things you like anymore. you were emotionally checked out and couldn’t find the so called love you had for your husband anymore and it didn’t take much for you to call satoru over the second your husband left for his work trip overseas.
“fuck your so pretty,” he groaned in your ear softly nibbling on your helix as he rubbed his thumb over your right nipple through your thin nightgown and grinding his clothed erection on your sopping cunt.
“toru’ need you so bad.” you mewled at the way he rolled his hips into you. eagerly grazing your manicured nails over his abs.
“gotta prep you first sweetheart.” he moved to the edge of the bed and pulled you down by your ankles to meet him. strong arms pushing your thighs apart as he littered kisses on your hard clit earning soft moans from you.
he glanced up at you, cerulean eyes glazed over with lust. “look at you already falling apart for me, sweetheart. it’s like your body knows who it belongs to.” pressing a french kiss to your mound, making your breath hitch.
“toru…” you whimpered , hips involuntarily bucking against his face.
“patience, baby. gotta take my time with you. can’t have you thinking he ever had a chance.”
the mention of your husband sending a wave of anxiety through your stomach; but it dissipated the moment satoru’s tongue slipped into your entrance, curling and flicking in ways that had your toes curling.
your head fell back against the comforter under you, fingers threaded in his white locks as he devoured you like a starved man. he didnt let up, sucking and licking until your thighs trembled around his head, the obscene wet sounds filling the room.
“fuck, toru- gonna-“ you start but was cut off by the waves of pleasure that surged through your body, leaving you breathless and arching off the bed.
he pulled back just enough to watch you , his chin glistening with your juices as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, “thats my girl. so fucking perfect for me.”
without missing a beat, he stood up, unbuckling his belt. his cock strained against his boxers, the outline making your mouth water.
“lemme remind you why you don’t need anyone but me.” he murmured, leaning down to press a sear kiss to your lips, letting you taste yourself on him.
pulling his boxers down to free himself , your breath hitched at the sight of him—thick, long, and already leaking for you. he gripped the base, teasing the tip along your still-sensitive folds, spreading your slick over his length with a low groan.
“look at you, sweetheart. always so ready for me,” he muttered, his voice rough and dripping with desire. he leaned down, capturing your lips in another deep kiss as he slowly pushed into you, stretching you inch by inch until he bottomed out.
a choked moan escaped your throat, your fingers digging into his biceps as he held still for a moment, savoring the way your walls clenched around him. “fuck, you feel so good… better than i remembered,” he hissed, pulling back slightly before thrusting back in, making you cry out.
just as the rhythm of his hips picked up, your phone buzzed on the nightstand. the sound made your eyes snap open, heart pounding as you reached for it, but satoru caught your wrist, pinning it above your head.
“leave it,” he growled, his lips brushing against your ear as he thrust into you harder, making the bed creak beneath you.
“i-i can’t,” you stammered, your voice breathy and trembling. “it’s… my husband.”
his movements stilled for a moment, a dark grin spreading across his face as he glanced at the glowing screen. “perfect timing. answer it.”
“what?” you whispered, panic and arousal swirling in your chest.
“you heard me,” he said, leaning down to nip at your collarbone. “answer it. let’s see how good you are at pretending.”
the phone buzzed again, the vibrations seeming louder in the tense silence. with a shaky hand, you grabbed it, swiping to answer and bringing it to your ear. “h-hello?” you managed, your voice uneven.
“hey, beautiful ,” your husband’s voice came through the line, warm and unsuspecting. “just wanted to check in on you. how’s everything at home?”
satoru smirked, shifting his hips to thrust into you slowly, dragging along your walls in a way that made it nearly impossible to hold back a moan. your free hand flew to his shoulder, nails digging in as you bit your lip hard enough to draw blood.
“it’s… fine,” you lied, your voice strained as you tried to keep it steady. “everything’s fine. h-how’s your trip?”
“it’s good,” your husband replied, oblivious to the way satoru was rocking into you now, his thrusts deep and deliberate. “just busy, you know how it is. i miss you, though.”
your breath hitched as satoru leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “tell him you miss him too,” he whispered, his voice laced with dark amusement.
“i… i miss you too,” you choked out, your eyes squeezing shut as you fought to keep your composure.
satoru chuckled softly, his pace quickening as he angled his hips to hit that spot that made you see stars. you bit down on your knuckle, desperate to muffle the sounds threatening to escape.
“i’ll be home in a few days,” your husband continued, his tone cheerful. “we should plan a date night or something, just the two of us.”
“y-yeah,” you stammered, your voice trembling as your body tensed beneath satoru’s relentless thrusts. “that… sounds s-so good.”
satoru’s hand slipped between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight circles that sent shockwaves through your body. your legs trembled as you struggled to hold back the orgasm building deep in your core.
“well, i won’t keep you,” your husband said. “just wanted to hear your voice. i love you.”
satoru’s grin widened as he mouthed the words, say it back.
“i… i love you too,” you whispered, the lie tasting bitter on your tongue as satoru thrust into you one last time, sending you over the edge.
you barely managed to hang up before the phone slipped from your hand, your body shaking with the force of your release. satoru didn’t stop, riding out your orgasm with a smug look on his face.
“good girl,” he purred, leaning down to kiss you softly. “you did so well.”
the phone lay forgotten on the nightstand as he flipped you over onto your stomach, pressing his chest to your back. “now, let’s see how long it takes for you to forget all about him.”
satoru being obsessed with your postpartum body— kissing your stretch marks, his big hands cupping your swollen breasts and tweaking your puffy peaks, cupping the plush fat of your ass and worshipping your new curves the baby gave you and he’s wondering why he didnt knock you up sooner. buys you the tightest, prettiest sundresses for you to wear when ya’ll go out and his hands dont leave your body ONCEE. he’s just all over you as your shopping, buying food, etc. you can’t be mad when he slaps your ass and fingers you in the passengers seat right? you just look too good. you having to scold him when his mouth is latched onto your mounds drinking your sweet nectar as you lazily ride his cock and milk him for filth. “save some for the baby- nng.” you whine. but when does he ever listen?
ききふく; kikifuku
warning; minors dni, f!oral, food, fingering
you would most definitely be satoru’s nara smith. knowing his love for sweets you would take time to prep things overnight, take mental notes of the times he wanted sweets in middle of the night and waking up extra early to make them for him. as annoying as he was sometimes, you loved your man and you loved to show it in little ways.
spending your day off attempting to make one of his favorites, kikifuku. flour dusting your apron and fingers as you kneeded the delicate rice dough. or when you were meal prepping his food for the week you would surprise him with a new sweet treat each week. - for my handsome sugar monster <3
“pssst. wake up toruuuu!” you poked his cheeks as you straddled him, littering kisses on his bare chest.
his pretty lashes fluttered as his cerulean eyes adjusted to the light around him. his nose catching a whiff of the breakfast you made for him, a lazy smile painting his face.
“mmm, what smells so good?” his voice raspy with sleep, a lazy hand cupping your waist.
“your favorite, but you can have it in bed if you want.” you said pointing to the plate you made for him on the nightstand.
he stretched under you, his toned body flexing in the sheets, before reluctantly pushing himself up on the headboard. “you spoil me, you know that?” he murmured as his fingers lazily traced the lace of your panties.
“somebody has to do it,” you teased as you extended your arm to grab the plate but he stopped you, “not yet,” he mumbled, those pretty eyes playfully stalking your figure.
you tilt your head and raise a brow at him , “not yet? toru, your breakfast is gonna get cold—“
“let me enjoy you first,” he interrupted , his grin turning mischievous as his hand on your waist tightened slightly, pulling you closer. “i mean, you went through all this trouble just to wake me up like this. it’d be rude if i didn’t say thank you properly.”
you huffed, pretending to be annoyed, but the way his hands roamed your waist and his lips grazed the edge of your jaw made your resolve crumble.
“ughhhhhh your so irritating,” you muttered, though your voice was already softer
“you don’t believe that ,” he teased, his grin widening as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, lingering kiss. the plate of breakfast long forgotten and his focus was solely on you. his hands sliding under his shirt that you were wearing, fingertips grazing your nipples with his cold hands making you shiver.
“i spent all morning making that, you know,” you moaned between kisses, though you made no move to stop him.
“and i’ll eat it… later,” he promised, his voice low, lips brushing against the sensitive spot below your ear. “right now, i need dessert first.”
in one swift movement he had you on your back, plush thighs between his face as his thumb drew lazy circles against your clit through your damp panties.
you squirmed under him, already sensitive from the way his lips and tongue trailed over your body, but the glint in his eyes made your stomach flip.
“stop squirmin,” he muttered against your skin, his breath hot as it fanned over your inner thigh. “lemme eat this pretty pussy.”
your hands gripped the sheets as his lips pressed teasing kisses along the sensitive skin, inching closer but deliberately avoiding where you needed him most.
“toruu i hate when you tease,” you groaned, throwing an arm over your face, trying to hide how needy you were.
“be patient sweetheart ,” he teased, his voice muffled as his lips pressed against the damp fabric of your panties.
his fingers hooked the lace, sliding it down and tossing it aside without a second thought. he paused for a moment, taking in the sight of your dripping cunt he knew all too well. tongue gliding over his bottom lip seeing your cute mound stare back at him.
“god, you’re perfect,” he muttered, and the heat in his voice made your toes curl.
before you could respond, his mouth was on you, his tongue moving with slow, deliberate strokes against your clit that made your back arch.
“toru!” your voice came out in a breathless moan, your fingers threading through his hair as he buried himself deeper.
his hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as his tongue worked you over, the occasional bump of his nose making you jolt.
“you taste better than anything I’ve ever had,” he murmured between strokes, his voice low as it send vibrations through your core.
the coil in your stomach tightened with every flick of his tongue, and when he slid his finger into you, the loud moan that tore through your throat was music to his ears.
“toru—”
“that’s my name don’t wear it out.” he groaned, as he added another finger, stretching you in ways that made you see stars.
your body trembled and the buildup was too much to handle. and when he latched onto that sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking gently, you came undone with a cry of his name.
he didn’t stop, tongue lapping at your sweet nectar until your body was twitching from overstimulation and your breaths came in short, desperate pants.
“breakfast can wait,” he said crawling up to kiss you, his lips glistening with the evidence of his work. “you’re all I need right now.”
ききふく; kikifuku
warning; minors dni, f!oral, food, fingering
you would most definitely be satoru’s nara smith. knowing his love for sweets you would take time to prep things overnight, take mental notes of the times he wanted sweets in middle of the night and waking up extra early to make them for him. as annoying as he was sometimes, you loved your man and you loved to show it in little ways.
spending your day off attempting to make one of his favorites, kikifuku. flour dusting your apron and fingers as you kneeded the delicate rice dough. or when you were meal prepping his food for the week you would surprise him with a new sweet treat each week. - for my handsome sugar monster <3
“pssst. wake up toruuuu!” you poked his cheeks as you straddled him, littering kisses on his bare chest.
his pretty lashes fluttered as his cerulean eyes adjusted to the light around him. his nose catching a whiff of the breakfast you made for him, a lazy smile painting his face.
“mmm, what smells so good?” his voice raspy with sleep, a lazy hand cupping your waist.
“your favorite, but you can have it in bed if you want.” you said pointing to the plate you made for him on the nightstand.
he stretched under you, his toned body flexing in the sheets, before reluctantly pushing himself up on the headboard. “you spoil me, you know that?” he murmured as his fingers lazily traced the lace of your panties.
“somebody has to do it,” you teased as you extended your arm to grab the plate but he stopped you, “not yet,” he mumbled, those pretty eyes playfully stalking your figure.
you tilt your head and raise a brow at him , “not yet? toru, your breakfast is gonna get cold—“
“let me enjoy you first,” he interrupted , his grin turning mischievous as his hand on your waist tightened slightly, pulling you closer. “i mean, you went through all this trouble just to wake me up like this. it’d be rude if i didn’t say thank you properly.”
you huffed, pretending to be annoyed, but the way his hands roamed your waist and his lips grazed the edge of your jaw made your resolve crumble.
“ughhhhhh your so irritating,” you muttered, though your voice was already softer
“you don’t believe that ,” he teased, his grin widening as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, lingering kiss. the plate of breakfast long forgotten and his focus was solely on you. his hands sliding under his shirt that you were wearing, fingertips grazing your nipples with his cold hands making you shiver.
“i spent all morning making that, you know,” you moaned between kisses, though you made no move to stop him.
“and i’ll eat it… later,” he promised, his voice low, lips brushing against the sensitive spot below your ear. “right now, i need dessert first.”
in one swift movement he had you on your back, plush thighs between his face as his thumb drew lazy circles against your clit through your damp panties.
you squirmed under him, already sensitive from the way his lips and tongue trailed over your body, but the glint in his eyes made your stomach flip.
“stop squirmin,” he muttered against your skin, his breath hot as it fanned over your inner thigh. “lemme eat this pretty pussy.”
your hands gripped the sheets as his lips pressed teasing kisses along the sensitive skin, inching closer but deliberately avoiding where you needed him most.
“toruu i hate when you tease,” you groaned, throwing an arm over your face, trying to hide how needy you were.
“be patient sweetheart ,” he teased, his voice muffled as his lips pressed against the damp fabric of your panties.
his fingers hooked the lace, sliding it down and tossing it aside without a second thought. he paused for a moment, taking in the sight of your dripping cunt he knew all too well. tongue gliding over his bottom lip seeing your cute mound stare back at him.
“god, you’re perfect,” he muttered, and the heat in his voice made your toes curl.
before you could respond, his mouth was on you, his tongue moving with slow, deliberate strokes against your clit that made your back arch.
“toru!” your voice came out in a breathless moan, your fingers threading through his hair as he buried himself deeper.
his hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as his tongue worked you over, the occasional bump of his nose making you jolt.
“you taste better than anything I’ve ever had,” he murmured between strokes, his voice low as it send vibrations through your core.
the coil in your stomach tightened with every flick of his tongue, and when he slid his finger into you, the loud moan that tore through your throat was music to his ears.
“toru—”
“that’s my name don’t wear it out.” he groaned, as he added another finger, stretching you in ways that made you see stars.
your body trembled and the buildup was too much to handle. and when he latched onto that sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking gently, you came undone with a cry of his name.
he didn’t stop, tongue lapping at your sweet nectar until your body was twitching from overstimulation and your breaths came in short, desperate pants.
“breakfast can wait,” he said crawling up to kiss you, his lips glistening with the evidence of his work. “you’re all I need right now.”
im thinking aboutttt satoru living to embarrass you after sex.
the room was quiet except for the sound of your heavy breathing as you sat on the edge of the bed, pulling the blanket up to cover your exposed body.
satoru leaned back lazily against the headboard, his shirt discarded somewhere on the floor, his sweat-slicked chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. white hair clung to his forehead in damp strands, and his lips curled into that smug grin that always made you want to throw a pillow at him.
“you’re so annoying,” you muttered, your cheeks burning from the aftermath of the whirlwind he’d just put you through.
“me? annoying?” he tilted his head, acting innocent , though the glint in his eyes said otherwise. “you weren’t saying that when I was knuckles deep in ya, huh?” his voice was low and teasing, sending a shiver down your spine.
“satoru!” you hissed, reaching for a pillow and chucking it at his head. he caught it easily, laughing as he tossed it aside like it was nothing. “do you ever shut up?”
“not when you make those sounds,” he continued, unphased, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as though recalling every detail. “god, i can’t get enough of that squelch noise.” he even emphasized it with a pop of his lips, which earned him a glare sharp enough to cut steel.
you threw another pillow, but this time, it hit his chest with a satisfying thud. “your disgusting.”
“and you love it,” he quipped, his grin widening as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “don’t act all shy now. you weren’t exactly quiet about how good it felt.”
your jaw dropped, and you searched for something, anything—to say that would shut him up. but of course, he always knew how to leave you flustered and speechless. he took pride in it.
“you’re annoying,” you muttered, burying your face in your hands to hide the blush creeping up your neck.
satoru leaned closer, gently prying your hands away. “c’mon, don’t hide that cute face from me.” his tone was softer now, though the mischief in his eyes hadn’t faded completely. “you know I live for this.”
“for what? embarrassing me?” you shot back, though your voice lacked the venom you intended.
“for making you feel good,” he replied, his voice dropping an octave as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “and for watching you try not to smile when I tease you.”
your lips twitched despite yourself, and he caught it instantly. “see? there it is,” he said, leaning in to press a kiss to your flushed cheek.
“you’re the worst,” you said, though it came out more like a defeated sigh than an actual insult.
“and yet, here you are.” he smirked, pulling you into his lap with ease, his arms wrapping around your waist. “admit it! you love it when i talk dirty.”
you rolled your eyes, but the warmth spreading through your chest betrayed you. “i tolerate it,” you said, trying to sound indifferent.
“liar.” he nuzzled into your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “you’re already blushing again.”
you groaned, shoving at his chest half-heartedly. “i hate you.”
“no, you don’t,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. “but nice try.”
TW: fluffy smut <3 MINORS DNI
Having your first time with Satoru, and he's diffusing the tension by acting goofy, looking for ways to make you giggle while he undresses you and kisses along your body, all until he's sinking his big cock into your tight cunt. But you can hardly laugh when you feel the stretch and foreign pressure from the way he fills you up. You're whimpering brokenly and screwing your eyes shut, but Gojo knows when to get serious, grabbing your cheeks and forcing you to look at him.
"You have to breathe, sweetheart," he reminds you gently, smiling as he stills his movement. "Can you do that for me?"
"Mhm." You nod. He slowly starts to push into you again, and you're inhaling and exhaling, letting yourself feel all of him, however overwhelming and painful it might be.
He's watching you carefully, smiling almost proudly at how well you take him. "That's it," he coos, "that's my good girl."
Your heart swells with adoration for this silly, all-powerful man and the way he acts so tender with you. You never understood how special this was, the intimacy, the fullness, the oneness with someone you are so head over heels for, until now. The pressure starts to become less painful and more pleasurable. There's heat swirling in the pit of your stomach and this confusing, overwhelming feeling of not being able to take anymore but needing it all at the exact same time.
Satoru keeps checking in with you, and when you're telling him how good it feels and how you need more, your legs are over his shoulders, and he's completely pressed into you, drilling deep each time he thrusts into you. It feels so lewd, letting him fold you like this, watching your tits bounce and thighs shake. The pressure keeps building and your core and skin are on fire and you can hardly think coherent thoughts. It was absolutely euphoric, being so present in the moment like this, so peaceful letting your mind and body melt beneath him.
Gojo's relentless despite how he's almost as love drunk as you are. He's pounding into you hard and rhythmically, speeding up the closer you both get. The sounds he's making have you clenching hard around him, and you're whining and crying out sounds of your own. The pressure building in your core feels as if it's about to snap, and you're trying to get the words out to Satoru.
"I - I'm," you attempt. "I think I'm going to-"
"You're gonna cum?" Gojo sounds hopeful. He's a sweaty, groaning mess, but your admission fuels him, and he's brutally slamming into you now, encouraging you to let go. "Go on, baby, cum on my cock. I'm right here. It's okay."
And so you do. The pressure explodes. Your mind goes blank, on another plane of existence. Satoru's still moving for a moment longer, but he's jerky, erratic, and whimpering. You're both twitching against one another before he's falling against you, half-hazardously holding himself up so as not to crush you with the full weight of his body.
Catching your breaths, Satoru rolls to your side, pulling you against him, skin to skin. Your eyes flutter shut on their own accord as you snuggle into Satoru's chest, greedily inhaling his scent.
"You going to sleep on me?" He asks teasingly, murmuring into the side of your head. He presses a kiss into your temple while he's there.
"Mhmm." You muster just enough energy to nod. "Thank you, Satoru," you whisper to him. "Thank you for everything."
"Thank you? You never have to thank me, princess." He runs his fingers through your hair. "Just love me. I love you."
"I love you too."