questions || g. satoru

what does it take to love a man? often, you ask yourself that question.

it‘s no question that one can so easily answer. there‘s a hundred factors to be considered, maybe even a billion.

but there’s one thing that you would like to add to that question, does it take diminishing your self worth to love a man?

you never thought so. with everyone else you‘ve had in your life, you‘ve never felt this searing pain that‘s oozing with jealousy when he holds other girls hands, or this hard rip coming from your heart when he immediately let goes of your hand in public places.

the question, what can i do to make my man stay? always pops into your head first thing in the morning, afraid that when he opens his eyes, he‘ll decide that he has had enough of you and leave you in a whim.

it‘s a fucked perception of love, the one you have. no couple you‘ve ever seen has ever told you 'yeah, i feel like shit whenever my significant other talks to other girls and not only because i‘m jealous but also because if i confront him about it i know he‘ll hate me‘ or 'although he likes to neglect me i still hold on to him.'

when you look into gojo satoru‘s deep blue eyes, you often ask— you wonder, what in him made him stay with you? because for you, it‘s everything. it‘s every single fibre of your being that made you stay with him, because you believe that he is the one for you. the one you‘re destined to be with.

so even when he says, "you‘re not really worth much," with a laugh, or "c‘mon you really thought i wouldn’t do it? i mean, she‘s hot!" most especially when he says, "there‘s no one who‘ll love you the way i do. you know i‘m the only who‘ll take your broken ass." you‘ll just keep taking every hit. every single one of them, even if it means breaking you.

because loving a man like gojo satoru takes guts. guts made out of the self confidence you once had. you‘ll take every bullet, just for him.

tw: mind break (?) and exhibition. do tell if i missed any!

the hills

as a working man who loves to indulge himself and dip out of reality when he‘s working, nanami kento hates being disturbed, whether it may be through a simple clack of a click pen, or a sound of someone slurping their coffee, he absolutely hates it.

and most especially, he hates being disturbed when he‘s spending quality time with you.

"k- ken!" you‘re yelling his name, desperately holding onto the head board with your fingers slipping with every second due to the sweat glistening your skin. meanwhile, nanami from behind you grunts quietly, feeling his own sweat drip down his skin as he feels you tighten around him like a vice grip.

[very suggestive content!]

red bone

surely, you‘d think that playing beach volleyball would be all fun and games. there would be no strong negative feelings, just joy as you enjoy the heat and humidity by the beach.

it was like that.

until it wasn‘t.

it’s fushiguro toji who feels his anger rise with every passing second.

he watches your darling face as you play volleyball with gojo satoru. in his eyes, you look unbelievably delectable for someone who‘s only playing volleyball. the way your smile beats the beams of the sun is something that‘s so eye capturing.

but that isn‘t the only eye capturing thing in here.

the way your pretty bikini slowly hikes up with every effort you exert to jump high to catch the ball is not something that he thought he would be witnessing today, yet here he is.

it wouldn’t have been bothering him, had it been you and him playing. he probably would have made you jump on purpose. he‘d love the way your tits would bounce, and with every little action your bikini hikes up, showing more and more of your underboob before it just gives up and shows your pretty tits.

but now that you‘re playing with gojo who seems to be doing what he would have done, he feel his anger rising instead of his erection.

he can see the shit eating grin gojo holds as he makes every hit high just to make you jump and expose more skin. that action does nothing but make the irk on toji‘s forehead grow.

with a click of his tongue, he stands up from his seat. and as he does so, he notices that gojo isn‘t the only one looking at your boobs bounce. almost everyone in the beach is doing so.

a scowl shows on his handsome face as he grabs a bottle of water and opens it before he stops where the rope indication is and calls you over.

you look at him then nod, walking over and calling a break. the smile on your face almost makes his anger dissipate. the sweat that makes your body glisten makes his mouth water like a dog in heat, but he holds it in.

"hey baby," you smile as he stretches out his hand to hand you the bottle. he smiles back and motions you close up until you’re only centimetres apart.

"enjoyin' yourself sweetheart?" he asks so innocently, as if his hand isn‘t rising in the most sensual way known to man. deft fingers trailing on your sides up until they‘re halfway your ribcage.

"mhm. i haven‘t had this much fun with volleyball in such a long time." you smile.

toji smiles sweetly back at you, all while side-eying gojo who has his eyes on your tits that are already half exposed, something you somehow hadn’t noticed yet.

toji‘s eye twitches before his hands ghost your tits. "mhm, seems like it." he then places his hands directly on the bottom hem of your bra and pulls it down. "seems like your partner is as well."

"gojo? yeah he‘s—"

you don‘t get to finish yourself. not when his large hands suddenly squeeze your tits sweetly. you almost emit a moan, but not when his mouth covers yours for a sweet kiss.

your eyes fall naturally close as your hands wrap themselves around his neck. but his eyes remain open. he makes eye contact with gojo whose eyes suddenly burn with jealousy seeing you fall putty into toji‘s hands.

though they don‘t exchange words, toji sends him a message with his eyes, something that goes along the lines of:

you can look, but you can‘t touch what‘s mine.

TW: smut! cum play (?), cum eating, unprotected sex, pure fucking filth, do tell me if missed any

gojo satoru who doesn‘t want kids but doesn‘t pull out either.

TW: breath play, head, choking, saliva play, cum eating, straight up fucking filth and some writing errors, i wrote this at 3am. do tell me if i missed any!

think about giving toji fushiguro head and it being so nasty.

after dark

[suggestive content]

"pass the blunt," you say boldly yet also lazily, hand already reaching out to receive the smoke stick. however, nothing comes in between your fingers, not even after five seconds. "dude. pass the fucking stick, will ya?"

both you and gojo satoru are barely even sober, high out of your minds as your imagination runs wild. the smell of expensive and intoxicating weed fills the quadratic room, matched with a bit of coldness from the night, and the bitterness that comes from the expensive liquor on the side. a combination of shit you should never put together, a shady and shitty combination of things that could put you behind bars in just a snap.

however, that‘s the best part of it. it feels like standing on your toes as you walk a thin plank from one building to the another, knowing that if you mess up, you‘d fall to the sweet death, straight to the gates of hell and to your reserved seat on the right hand of the satan himself.

"why should i?" he responds, looking at you with his eyes half-lidded through those shabby yet expensive tinted glasses of his. "this is the last stick." he pouts, waving it around with his hand.

"then share the damn thing." you roll your eyes, opting to put matters into your own hands instead. reaching for the stick is what you do, however, you don‘t even get the opportunity to touch it nor smoke it when he takes you. literally.

your hand is taken by him. the action efficiently detaching you from your comfortable spot on the chair, flinging you straight to his lap.

"share it you say?" he says in a deep yet soothing voice. his bright blue eyes peeping through from the angle you‘re settled in, making direct contact with yours. and it does not make you fail to see every inch of his face. from this suggestive angle of yours, you see the way he looks at you with lust, hunger, and fevour.

you‘ve never been this conscious before. even through the thick fog in your head, you feel yourself come back to your senses. it‘s as if your sobriety had been taken into a bucket, induced with ice water and had been dumped on to your body. and it mixes with the feeling his hand that lay on the curve of your ass feels like molten lava, hot, yet enticing for no reason at all.

"yeah.. share the damn thing." you mumble, looking away. gojo smiles at you, shaking his head as he pulls a long drag from the stick all while maintaining eye contact with you.

"okay."

with that promise, he suddenly moves forward and crashes his lips with yours. your back stiffens, eyes wide as you feel his tongue pry through your lips. and all of a sudden, smoke intrudes in your mouth.

your eyes widen, but then close as you inhale the smoke. feeling the burn in your throat as all that goes to your lungs giving it a joy ride with a burn. but on top of that, you finally once again feel that lifting feeling as your mind goes haywire again.

gojo detaches his lips from yours. watching as a dopey smile forms on your lips, hands moving to his neck as your eye open, though only half-lidded. he chuckles, taking another drag, but this time pulling you closer to his body up until he‘s sure you feel that shameless erection of his press against your body.

once more he does that action again, but this time, he doesn‘t blow the smoke. gojo lets the smoke linger in his mouth, eyes wide as he watches you take him and chase that high as if you‘d die if you wouldn‘t.

his hand drops the finished stick to the ground, not bothering to look if it has been put out or not. he can‘t bring himself to give a shit anyway. so, with the same hand that held the weed, he puts that on your neck, gripping it tight before he forces you to stop and make eye contact with him once again.

"i lied. i still have another one, do you want to share that too?"

love song

“promise me you’ll be home in the next ten minutes,” megumi pouts, hands in his pockets as he paces back and forth in the kitchen. you nearly laugh at the childish tone of his voice, kicking the rocks as you walk down the side walk. “or i will come and pick you up, and drag you home.”

this time you truly laugh, one that sends ripples to his heart. you two don’t have plans tonight, but he’s been begging for you to come early, and of course, you rightfully oblige. who are you to decline the request of your one and only anyway.

“alright, alright, i will,” you give in to his orders, but still proceed to walk as slow as you possibly can; purposely dragging your feet to make some noise just to piss him off.

“i know you’re purposely dragging your feet just to agitate me.” he huffs, leaning into the kitchen counter and further pouting his lips. if it were humanly possible maybe you would be able to see that air that comes with the long huff. but even if you can’t, you already know what he looks like with his huffy face. “(y/n).”

“am i?” you tease him as you further drag your feet to the ground. he rolls his eyes at you, having enough of you and your antics as you laugh at him, not even hearing him grabbing his keys and leaving the house without any more words.

“you piss me off.” he jokes but in a monotonous voice. if you hadn’t known what megumi is actually like to his loved ones, then maybe that comment may have frightened you in the inside, but of course, as his significant other, you would know better than to be scared.

“do i?” you chuckle.

“yes you do.” he tiredly says.

you smile at his words and his tone feeling your cheeks flush whilst looking at the horizon as the sky changes its hues into orange, slowly blending with the light pink as the sun starts to lower itself.

“do you see the outside megumi?” you ask him, breath taken by the beauty of the sky. you always have had a weird attraction to sky lines, something about colours blending in the almost unrealistic sky always has you in awe.

“i do.” he responds, looking at the sky as well as he walks down the path with his feet kicking some pebbles.

“it’s so pretty,” you dreamily sigh, the smile on your face so sweet that it makes your heart warm.

“but you know what’s prettier?” he asks you.

“what is?”

“the person who stands teen feet away from me.”

you look up front and there you see megumi with a soft smile on his face. you small smile turns wide as you put your phone into your pocket and skip towards him with your hand already out for holding. megumi takes his palm out as well, eyes watching with adoration as you walk to him with that face that always somehow makes any day of his turn so good.

“hello stranger,” you say, taking his hand into yours and squeezing it lightly. he puts his phone into his pocket, chuckling as he raises your intertwined hands to his lips and pressing a kiss on the back of your hand.

“hello too, stranger.”

everything

with itadori yuuji‘s hands around your waist, his breathing is stilled. you can feel his chest rise and falls against your back, the steady sway of his body that moves with yours makes your heart swarm and makes your lips curve upwards.

moments like these with itadori are your sanctuary, your safe space, your home, your everything. everything about this man has always made you keep everything together.

“hey lovebug?” he softly calls you, honey like voice flowing with the wind. you take in a deep breath, looking into the horizon.

“yes?” you answer, rising your hand to cover the moon. the wind that blows softly against you two causes chills to rise above your supple skin.

“you know what’s going to happen tomorrow right?” he whispers, voice light, filled with emotion as he speaks. you take a shaky breath, placing your hand back down and looking at the ring that wraps around your ring finger.

“i do.” you mumble, pushing back emotions as far as you possibly can. you hide the way your heart is breaking in the inside, hide the way the corner of your lips fall down as you two stand there.

“it finally has come, huh?” he tries to joke, but his voice cracks in between. you don’t look up at him, instead, you raise your hand and situate it on his strawberry coloured hair.

you don’t say anything in response to his words, afraid that you might just pull him away from all this chaos and hide him with you, hide him somewhere far away from this painful reality.

“i love you, lovebug.” he says with a kiss to your cheek, “i love everything about you.” he tells you honestly, kissing the your forehead, your temple, the bridge of your nose, the tip of your nose, and finally your sweet lips.

“i love you too yuuji.” you tell him, finally letting the tears fall from your eyes. he smiles with his own tears cascading from his eyes, pressing another kiss to your lips.

“no matter what happens after this,” he says, finally letting you face him. your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, burying your face into the crook of his neck. “you are, always have been, and forever will be my everything.”

just friends

“satoru.” you call out the platinum blond man who is standing in front of the shallow lake; his back is facing you when he turns his face, lowering his eye mask to look at whoever is looking at him.

“oh, (y/n)!” he says your name with enthusiasm— which you hope isn’t fake, nearing you with his hands in his pockets. you send him a tight lipped smile, hoping that he would notice the emotion written all over your face. “is there anything you need?” he asks, standing in front of you with his hands on his waist.

you swallow a thick ball of your own saliva, licking your lips as you purposely avoid his face, not wanting to see the emotion that might be portrayed on it. “i want to talk, about something.. if you’re not busy.” you say, messily gathering your confidence together.

home sweet home

minors dni.

"hey love." nanami's deep voice suddenly speaks from behind you causing you to shudder a tad bit before realizing it actually is him.

"don't scare me like that ken." you chuckle moving your head back to press a kiss on his cheek. he mindlessly dismisses your words with his own deep chuckle, leaning in to you.

"how was work today?" you ask, turning off the stove and grabbing the lid to cover to cooked dish. he just hums at your questions softly turning you around by your waist, softly massaging the plush skin.

"nothing beyond the ordinary." he replies, moving his hands up and down your waist. you hum a reply, wrapping your arms around his neck while you slowly inch closer until the tip of his nose meets yours.

"what about your day love? how was it?" he asks, lips dangerously near your own. his hot breath fanning your plump lips.

"i went out to the grocery store today, and met one of my colleagues." you tell him, keeping your gaze on his green eyes. he huffs a response, pulling you closer by your waist.

"what else did you do today?" he asks, raising his knee to meet your crotch. you whimper at the contact, holding on his neck for support.

"nothing— much." you say in between breaths, as he starts to rock his knee back and forth.

"i see." he says, lowering his knee and tipping your chin using his forefinger. you follow the movement of his hand look up to him, his green eyes intensely staring at you.

"shall we eat dinner?"

caught

itadori and nobara stands in the middle of the closet with wide eyes as they watch the scene unfold in front of them. not in a million years if their lives have they even though of this happening.

not when the usually stoic and calm fushigiro megumi is acting like a baby.

they were about to jump out of your closet to surprise you to get back at you for pranking them, but they did not expect this to happen.

you‘re beautiful

"satoru!" you whine as you laugh with happy tears brimming your eyes. he laughs stupidly at your messy eye look that he made.

"i did you so good and you make me look like a curse! unfair!" you whine as your grab your other eye line from your make up bag.

it's currently at the middle of the night and you and gojou are still goofing around like children. you two had a bet that if who lost the game would do the others make up.

while you two are very competitive, you did not wish to lose against your husband who does not know anything about make up. but him being the whiney baby he is, leads you two to this situation.

"you said loser has to remain still! why do i have make-up on me?" you cry but also laugh as you grab your make up wipes from your vanity. he just remains laughing as he watches you try to remove the make up.

"nuh-uh princess, that's staying on." he says as he removes the wipe from you and grabs your wrist towards him.

"no, its not, just look at my eye liner! this isn't even straight!" you say as you point at the eye liner. he turns your body to the mirror and you look at his compared to yours.

"just look at that. your lashes i made them curly and longe, your eye liner straight, your hair so cute tied up. and look at what you did to me you damn sorcerer! where's the justice in that." you say as you point out the difference. he isn't even listening, he's just scrolling on his phone.

"are you even listening?" you say as you look at his phone and whatever he's doing.

"look at this. i should post this, shouldn't i?" he asks as he shows you a photo he took of the both of you while you were having your fit.

your face a total wreck with the eye liner not in place and the crusty mascara on your lashes, you just look, horrid.

"don't you fucking dare." you threat as you try to reach our for his phone. but you're too late he has his hand raised over his head, his phone up high.

"what do you think of the students when they see their teacher messed up like that?" he cheekily teases as he bends down. his hot breath fanning over your lips.

"fuck you." you whisper before encasing his lips against yours. you catch him off guard as soon as you press your lips against his but this only lasts for a split second. he already knows what you're trying to do.

in a sly manner his slides his phone through the armhole of his long sleeve, sliding it across his body until it falls on the waist band of his pants.

"what are you trying to do princess?" he says, slightly out of breath. you press the tip of your nose against his as you try to search for his phone on his phone.

"where'd your phone go?"

"oh, so thats what you wanna do, huh?" he chuckles as he grabs you by the waist and tosses you to the soft matress of the bed. you plop down with a yelp as you prop yourself, but gojo gets ahead of you and places his hands over your wrist.

"unfair princess you have to finish what you started." he says as he spreads his legs, straddling you. you let out a small whine as you look at him kn the eye with a small pout present in your face.

"delete the photo first." you say.

"no. why would i?" he asks as he presses his forehead against you. his body now trapping you.

"because i look horrid, look at me satoru." you say as you try to wave your arm off. he cocks you a brow, confused.

"you look adorable, what do you mean."

"the damn make up smudging over my face. i look like a mess." you say as you struggle to get off. he hums in confusion before puckering his lips and pressing them against yours.

"i think you look cute." he says as he shifts his body, completely relaxing over you. you cock him a curious brow, slightly confused as to where he's going with this.

"with or without make-up, messy or not, you're very beautiful. i don't get why you're confused about that." he says as he presses another kiss on your lips. a smile spreads over your lips as you look at him with a loving look into his eyes.

"you really think so?" you ask.

"a million hundred percent." he says before pressing his lips against yours locking them together. he frees both your hands and your hands immediately moves to his neck pulling him closer.

he bites your lower lip making you release a small moan giving him a chance to slip his tongue in your mouth. his hands move to your waist easily swapping your positions.

his tongue bottoms yours out as he plays with yours, not missing a part, while his hands move to yours ass slightly squeezing them.

you inhale a tad bit before moving away to break the kiss. a small string of saliva following as you two break it earning a small chuckle from you.

he smiles at your reaction as he moves his hands to your waist and slightly massaging it.

"don't worry about your looks baby, you're beautiful to me. the most beautiful being made in the world."