Jujutsu Kaisen Oneshots

nanami kento x reader • my type (nsfw)

WORD COUNT: 5,138
THIS IS MY SECOND SMUT SO PLS DONT JUDGE ME AHHHHH

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You sighed at the text lighting up your phone in the dark, the only other light source was the sun slipping through the curtains in your bedroom.

I'm back in town tonight, so you know what that means...Drinks on me!!

Your childhood best friend, Gojo Satoru, had texted you five minutes ago. He was a famous Jujutsu Sorcerer, you knew that much, and he was constantly travelling around the world because of how powerful he was. You were happy for him, of course, but you missed hanging out with him all the time like you had used to. Pulling your phone closer to you with a tired groan, you began to type your reply.

Okay!! The usual place?

Within a couple seconds your phone dinged again.

Yup! I'll see you there at 9??

You smiled down at your phone and typed again.

Okay, see you then.

You shut your eyes and set your phone back on your mattress. You were excited for this—getting to spend time with your best friend and probably getting drunk while doing so; you needed some more fun in your life, and this timing was utterly perfect.

•••

"Huh?" You said, louder than you had intended to.

Gojo waved his hands up in the air with a nervous smile. He towered over you in height, but you never felt intimidated by him—he was always too goofy and unhinged for you to think that way.

"I'm sorry! It just kinda slipped out... and I didn't think that he would accept the offer... since he usually wants nothing to do with me!" He brought his hand up to scratch the back of his neck.

Who was this Nanami Kento? Who was this man that Gojo had so graciously invited to your hang out—for the first time in months, you may add. You were a little pissed, to be honest. You wanted to spend time with Gojo and Gojo only, not some random guy from work who probably would drag down the mood—Gojo had said that this Nanami guy really needed a drink.

"If you really don't want him to come, I can tell him the plans are off." Gojo said, bringing a hand to rest on your shoulder.

You shook your head with a sigh. "No, no... it's fine. We can go out together, just the two of us, another time."

Gojo took his hand off your shoulder and clapped—a wide, goofy smile on his face. "Yay, I'm glad! You're gonna like him, I know it."

You rolled your eyes, but a smile lingered. "Yeah, yeah whatever you say idiot."

"Hey! I'm not an idiot... you're the idiot." He began, a whiny tone in his voice—he stopped talking though when he was interrupted by a voice from behind you.

"Are you harassing people at the bar, Gojo." A low and raspy voice came from behind you, and you turned to look at the source of it.

Your eyes widened at the sight—a tall and handsome man in a white dress shirt and black dress pants, a coat in his hand. Was this Nanami... you were expecting some old and dried up sorcerer... not the handsome man who's stood in front of you.

Gojo whined from behind you. "Nanamin... this is my childhood friend, [name], she's the one I was talking about."

Nanami stuck his hand out in front of him and nodded at you. "It's nice to meet you, [name], I'm Nanami Kento."