player gojo just doesn't work in my head for some reason because I know for a fact that when that boy falls in love he turns into whipped cream and will follow you around like a lovesick puppy with big fat heart eyes.
gojo often asks you if nanami kento is really as stoic as he seems.
and the answer is yes.
whenever you answer gojo's question, you always get a funny look in return, sometimes accompanied by a teasing murmur of how disappointing it must be to be dating such a handsome man who isn't open about showing his affection towards you. whenever he says that, you make sure to throw the nearest object at him, rolling your eyes when you notice that he remains unharmed thanks to his infinity.
it's not gojo's fault that he mistakes nanami's stoicism with aloofness, but you find that it bothers you anyways.
in reality, nanami always goes out of his way to show just how much he loves you. it's visible in the way he always takes an extra minute to tuck the blankets snug around you when he has an early morning, making sure that you aren't too cold without him laying by your side. it's visible in the way he pulls your curled up body closer to him in the middle of the night because he thinks that you might be shivering from the cold. and it's definitely visible in the way he calls you whenever he's sent out on a mission, listening to your voice and only interrupting to ask if there's anything you want him to bring home. he always smiles when you respond with, "just you, kento. nothing else."
nanami sometimes wonders if gojo is right, if he should be more open with his affections towards you, but then he realizes that he doesn't have to be because you notice everything that he does for you.
you notice how he washes all the dishes so you don't have to do them when you get home from work, how he goes out of his way to buy food from your favorite restaurant when you're short on time and can't cook, and there's no way you wouldn't notice the way he just so happens to sit through all the movies that you love but you know that he hates.
so yes, nanami kento is a stoic man, there's no doubt about it. but nanami kento also loves you like he's never loved anyone else, and he's not afraid to show it.
Wait wait wait THIS is my Roman Empire guys. It’s actually this. Maybe it’s the whole freaking episode. Maybe it’s just this man. Idk I think I love him.
thinking about since canonically Geto is more popular with girls than Gojo he’s gotten used to them looking past him to get to Geto but what if Gojo and Geto are out for drinks with the other teachers one night and he gets approached by the reader but he thinks she’s just coming over to ask him for Geto’s number and so he prepares his ‘responsible best friend’ act and then SHE ASKS ABOUT HIM INSTEAD, ALL BLUSHY AND STUFF BECAUSE HE LOOKED LIKE HE WAS GONNA BRUSH HER OFF
AHH I LOVE HIM SM 😔😔😔
pairing: gojo satoru x reader | 1k words
summary: fluff, pining, reader is a simp but same, satoru is a good wingman but he needs attention too, au ig bc suguru's alive LMAO, idiots in love?
rheya's note: oh my god shut up this is so cute and YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT??? i can just imagine that he's gotten so used to judging whether or not the person is even worth suguru's attention before deciding to pass on his info...and after a while his brain just defaults to thinking that everyone wants suguru but he FORGETS that there are gojo girlies out there (me asf) !! thanks for the ask nonnie babes i love this idea so so much <33
OK SO
it's obvious that there are quite a few women at the bar eyeing the group. young, attractive teachers spending an evening trying to relax and take their minds off of the stress of jujutsu work. nanami is in deep conversation with shoko about something while ijichi quietly listens. further down the table utahime is quietly sipping her drink while mei mei orders another. shoko makes a comment and suguru bursts into unabashed laughter.
the flush of alcohol dusts over each of their cheeks, but satoru remans the only one who has barely touched his glass, the sting of the bitterness a little too harsh for him to enjoy. he opts for instead letting his eyes roam over the faces in the crowd, taking little notice of all the eyes and smiles sent in their direction.
well until he notices you anyway.
you're already looking in his direction curiously, face illuminated by the dim lighting of the bar as your friends giggle around you. when his eyes lock with yours, you immediately tear your gaze away, trying to play it off by immediately delving into conversation, though satoru can tell that there's a flush crawling up your neck now.
he doesn't look away though, too caught up in the crinkle of your eyes and the smile lines that grace your face as you laugh at something. a minute later you're looking back in their direction, and when you catch him staring, you turn away yet again.
satoru glances to his side, knowing that you're probably watching suguru take a sip of his drink and most likely falling for his charming smile.
typical and so predictable.
some time passes like this. you'll look, and turn away, and satoru will watch you do it over and over again. it isn't until a while later that satoru catches your friends pushing your shoulders and giggling, and he knows that they're urging you to come up and ask about suguru. you're shaking your head, the nervousness clear as day as your brows pinch. but eventually you succumb to peer pressure and stand up from your table, taking anxious strides towards him.
and usually, satoru will make a face or turn his back or do something to look as unapproachable as possible. because almost every person who comes up asking for suguru's contact info has been obnoxious as hell.
but you're quite pretty and you look sweet enough, and he doesn't think it'd be right to deter you.
suguru would probably like you too.
so satoru decides to let you try at least, and if you seem to be as nice as you look maybe he'd bridge the gap between you and his best friend.
you make your way up to him, and as soon as he finally gets a good look at you he's thinking you're a lot prettier up close.
dammit.
"hi." you say, face hot as you try your best to maintain steady eye contact with him. you look so nervous, fidgeting with the fabric of your clothes as you attempt to strike up conversation, and he doesn't have it in him to watch you struggle.
"yeah i can give you his number." he says, voice clipped as he tries to hide the disappointment in it. you watch him grab a napkin and begin scribbling something down, confusion clear as he hands you the digits.
"um…?" you look at the napkin and then at him. "sorry, who's number is this?"
satoru balks, lips parting as he mirrors your confusion. "uh…suguru's? the guy behind me?"
realization dawns on your face and you shift your weight from foot to foot.
"oh actually," you suck your teeth nervously, trying to hide behind an awkward little smile. "i came to talk to you."
satoru can only blink, cerulean eyes widening behind his glasses as he stares at you in surprise.
you take his silence as a bad sign, shoulders dropping and embarrassment settling in your frown as you look anywhere but his face. "s-sorry if that's weird. i don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything so-"
he's grinning before he can stop himself, heart dangerously swelling with affection as he motions toward the empty stool next to him. "not weird at all."
the pleasant surprise on your face makes him bite back a chuckle, and you take the seat. "huh...i wasn't expecting you to be okay with it."
satoru raises a brow curiously, tilting his head. "why not?"
you shrug with a careless grin. "i had a feeling you were gonna brush me off from the moment i first looked over."
satoru winces, and he can practically feel suguru's knowing smirk on his back. he chooses to ignore that for now, eyes trailing over the mirth in your expression, and he can only smile helplessly. "no way in hell."
your laugh comes instantly, sweet and bright, and you take it as a sign to continue talking. satoru listens on, sipping his drink to hide his giddy smile and ignoring the sting of bitterness once again.
honestly, with the amount of sweetness he's just found, satoru would tolerate as much bitterness as he needed to.
⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ CONTENT ⊹ fluff — no pronouns mentioned but written w fem!reader in mind, kinda suggestive, he’s a cheeky dumbass and you’re in love him.
satoru has no idea where your personality quiz obsession came from.
within the past hour of being cuddled up to you, he’s learned that he is brioche bread, he would have a sexy mugshot, and that if he was a bts era it would be dynamite.
“toru~” you’re on his lap, unfairly cute as you look up at him from the latest uquiz pulled up on your pink ipad and lean into his warmth.
he dies, happily.
“would you rather be a donut or a cookie for the rest of your life?”
and oh how he loves to indulge you in these silly questions. play along with you. he rests his chin on your shoulder, somehow pulling you closer than you already are to him.
“hmmmmm.” he pretends to be deep in thought. “dunno baby,” satoru tightens his hold on you and grins slyly.
“would you still give me head?”
you smack his bicep, and he teasingly flexes it, knowing your hand’ll linger. “….are you asking me to deepthroat a cookie?” he snickers at incredulous look on your face.
“oh so now you wouldn’t even love me if i was a cookie?”
“you’re still not over our ‘if you were a worm’ discussion from last week, are you.”
“noo-pe.” he pouts. “i’m out here giving you chances but you keep proving you only like me for my face!”
“your fault for being pretty.”
“you think i’m pretty?” he bats his baby powder (soft like it, too) white lashes, leaning in so close to you that they tickle and brush against your cheeks on purpose.
he gives you another ticklish bat of his lashes for good measure—loves to be your little annoyance, and you pretend to bite his cheek. cause he’s stupid. and cute.
you huff an exaggerated sigh. “yes, because i have a big fat crush on you dummy and i suck at hiding it.”
“ooh you want me so baddd~”
“you know i have a thing for questionable men.”
“aw, did your little quiz results tell you that?” a teasing grin dimples his cheeks. “you have a thing for lil ole me?”
“yes.” you answer again, without missing a beat. “also i lied.”
“i’d still love you if you were a worm.”
and he has the fucking nerve to whine and hide his pink tinged face in your chest. it’s a funny sight for such a tall, well-built man to be clinging onto you like a big koala.
you have a really stupid boyfriend.
(♩) ┈ links to the uquizzes if anyone wants to take em lolol !! <3
which bts era would u be in | what kind of bread are u | would ur mugshot be hot
i need more needy megumi who js wants kisses :( i just read the halloween costume fic and i need moreee
pretty boy megumi just needs you to kiss him more
💗めぐみ
note : needy cutie pie gumi hot off the press 😘 i think if anyone would be needy and obsessed with kissing, it's mr pretty boy over here
content : fluff, kissing, bf megumi, fem reader
playme : kiss me more (of course lol)
"kiss me more..."
it's not a command, but a shy plea. he tugs at the hem of your shirt. he only looks this soft for you.
megumi has spells where he's insatiable and wants to kiss you over and over and over and— overrrrrr. until his lips plump up and tingle, until he's almost gasping and out of breath. until he's dazed. he's just... so in love with you. have mercy. he's never enjoyed kissing anyone before you.
your phone floods with messages from your best friend. megumi groans when you break from the make out session, he was putting his whole back into it, pouring his whole heart into it.
📨 nobara : where r u ??
📨 you : gumi's
📨 nobara : not emo boy again. didn't u two have an argument
📨 you : uh yeah... about which pizza is best lol.
📨 nobara : shopping. now.
📨 you : isn't yuji ur dedicated carry horse...
📨 nobara : yes but he's busy and also i miss uuuu 😘
megumi groans, "is it nobara?"
"yes, it's nobara. i'm gonna meet up with her."
he frowns. "but..." he pays glance to your lips. he doesn't wanna seem needy, or anything. gosh no, that would be humiliating. but the way your lips look so inviting, like a door opening to his home, he can't help it and —
"kiss me a bit more before you go..." he asks quietly. but truthfully, he wants more than that. he wants you to ruffle his hair. cup his cheeks. make him dizzy. drain his lungs. with a thousand kisses that turn into two thousand. he's a bit greedy.
you kiss him lightly, "you're so sweet... gumi."
"shut up... and kiss me harder. what are these baby kisses?"
you giggle, "so mean!"
he pulls you in, and kisses you. and the poor boy, he follows you to the door on your way out with kisses, too; he just doesn't want to let you go.
"okay, one more kiss."
"yes, just one more."
"seriously, only one more, gumi."
"yes yes, just one more..." he's itching to kiss you, you can feel his whole body buzz with desire.
he kisses you so hard he pins you to the door and it clasps shut with a click. you feel his weight press into your body, pinning you tighter.
and he cups your cheeks, thumbs back and forth on the crown of them. no kiss engulfs you quite like megumi's. he kisses you so deeply you feel it in your soul.
"megumi... this is more than one kiss."
he whines and curls his lips into a frowny grimace. "can't you just spare me... fifteen more minutes...?" he breathes heavily.
you laugh, "fifteen? nobara's been waiting for thirty minutes at the station..."
"yeah... sorry... but..." he licks his lips, then brushes them against yours. he gives you that deep look that shows off the dark beauty in his eyes. "...i just really need your lips today."
"feeling a bit crazed huh?" he feels your smirk against his lips and it makes his heart leap around in his chest like a frog.
"...yeah...a bit..." and he melts into another buttery kiss, feeling his stomach fill with butterflies.
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