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sorry yall life kicking my ass right now but hoping to have at least one chapter posted this week!! may do some smau only half chapters tooooo we will see

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may not have any new chapter posted until next week!!

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i once was poison ivy but now i'm your daisy - hockey!kento nanami x popstar!reader

summary - you were supposed to be a distraction. he was supposed to be a rebound. after finding out your now ex-fiance was cheating on you with one of your bridesmaids, you ended your relationship and swore off dating of any kind. after kento nanami's longtime girlfriend ended things because he was ready to get married and she wasn't, he decided he just needed to take some time to focus on himself. you two are just friends, your younger brother takuma on the same hockey team as kento, and as just friends, it's totally completely normal to start sneaking around behind everyone's back, right?

chapter 2 - dreaming of you as my lover (masterlist) (prev)

word count: 5.6k

contains: nsfw topics, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up fam), foul language, 18+ MDNI (not proofread)

"kento.... fuck!"

the blonde hockey player was currently situated with his head between your legs, your dress pushed up past your waist while his hands were softly caressing your legs. after mercilessly teasing you by trailing slow kisses down your inner thighs, first your left one and then your right one, he had finally reached your center.

kento had stuck his tongue out, dragging it slowly over the front of your panty-clad cunt - that was what had caused you to cry out.

“i hate how much i love what a tease you are,” you whine, pouting as you look down at him.

he lifts his gaze up to meet yours, half grinning as he presses a few kisses to your pussy. “i can tell how much you love it by how wet you already are,” he teased. “have barely touched you and you were already soaking through your panties before my tongue even touched you.”

you playfully rolled your eyes but felt your cunt throb at his words. fuck. he was so goddamn hot. you and kento still hadn’t had sex - not the kind where his cock was pounding into you at least.

you didn’t mind though, because you both had gotten each other off several times since the night you rode his thigh until you came all over him, the first time you took his cock in your mouth. his cock, which, had cum down your throat a handful of times since.

you weren’t one who shied away from sex; your lyrics ranged from sad and heartbroken to happy in love to outright just purely horny. but you also enjoyed the buildup between you two, the way your heated make out sessions had grown more and more intense, the intimacy that came from the way you had both taken the time to explore each others bodies.

sure, he had yet to push his thick cock into your right core, but he had spent plenty of time between your legs, his tongue, his fingers, his mouth all taking the time to get to know the sensitive space between your legs. his lips had kissed almost every inch of your body, had left marks only you would know about on your breasts.

and yeah, you were dying to show him how good you could take his impressive cock, but you had also spent plenty of time with your tongue and your mouth exploring said cock. your fingers had grown familiar with the way his veiny length felt under the touch of your skin, had teased his balls and learned where exactly he liked to be touched.

so while you hadn’t had full on cock in pussy sex with each other yet, you had become very well versed in each others bodies.

kento was very good at worshipping your body. his eyes always looked like they were seeing a work of art no matter which part of your body he was looking at, every touch on your body (even the rougher ones) was laced with the sense that he was touching something sacred.

he got you wet easily, a fact he didn’t hesitate to take advantage of. he loved to tease you for it, pointing it out every time just so he got to see you roll your eyes. because everytime you rolled your eyes while he was between your legs, it was always accompanied by a look of sultry mischief - he couldn’t fucking resist it.

nanami was still in awe that he could elicit these sort of reactions out of you. he had never been lacking attention from women, was sort of immune to it simply because he had never been the kind of guy that cared about something like that. not that he was above casual flings or even the (rare) one night stand, his ego and sense of self had just never been tied to how desirable other people found him.

but you? you had to be the most stunning person he had ever seen. hell, he’d wager you were the most stunning person on the face of earth. you could have quite literally anyone you wanted, but here you were, legs spread wide while you laid back on his couch, and it was his fingers pulling your panties down to expose your sweet cunt to him.

you lifted your hips a little to help him, kicking your panties off to the side as soon as he had gotten them off one of your legs.

“please,” you pleaded, your voice breathy and full of need as one of your hands weaved your fingers into his hair, hips moving to put your pussy closer to his mouth.

he let out a low chuckle, eyes still locked in on yours as his tongue slipped out between his lips again, the wet muscle dragging up your slit slowly, every single one of your nerves on fire. a low, drawn out moan escaped your lips, fingers tugging at his hair to wordlessly say “more… more… more.”

he teased you a little more, using his fingers to pull the hood hiding your clit away, exposing the bundle of nerves before his tongue lapped at it a few times.

eliciting a few more moans and swears under your breath from you, he pulled your pussy lips apart with two fingers before plunging his tongue past your folds and into your cunt.

you had been trying to maintain eye contact with him but the feeling was too much, your eyes closing as your back arched a little, kento fucking you with his tongue while his thumb pressed on your clit. your hips bucked up, ready to start grinding against his mouth and chase the orgasm you could feel building and -

a sharp knock on the door before the doorbell rang.

instantly, your eyes snapped open, kento’s face lifting up from between your legs and turning towards the front door.

“nanami i’m here!! exactly on time, i think you should be impressed actually…”

your eyes snap to kento, a look of disbelief written all over your face. “is that my brother?!” you hissed out.

“fuck…” he groaned, his eyes closing as he tilted his head back. “i forgot he was coming over for dinner tonight.”

you swung a leg over his head, standing up quickly. your dress fell back down, your eyes searching for wherever the hell your panties had landed when you so carelessly tossed them aside. “well shit, get up.” your tone was panicked, a feeling you wished you saw in nanami’s face when you looked over at him.

but of course he wasn’t flustered, even though you two had been working very hard to make sure no one ever caught you two together. no, kento nanami was always the picture perfect face of calm and rational even in the midst of chaos.

“aha!” you snatched your panties up and held them up in victory. you made to put them back on, but before you could kento snatched them from you, a look of amusement on his face. “these are mine, at least for now.”

your eyebrow shot up in question, wondering where this was going. “answer the door, tell takuma i’m just freshening up.” he paused, looking a little bashful. “i, uhm, i gotta take care of my hard on.”

your eyes dropped down, locking on to the bulge he wouldn’t be able to hide. it was then you laughed, shaking your head as you once again playfully rolled your eyes (he almost lost control at the sight), cupping his cock with your hand over the fabric of his pants. “alright alright, go take care of yourself while i…” you waved your hand in the air, indicating you were trying to think of what to say to your brother.

you had to force yourself to banish all thoughts of kento taking care of himself, not try to imagine what he was using your soaked panties for.

brushing your fingers through your hair a few times, you smoothed out your dress as you walked to the front door and forced a casual smile onto your face before you pulled the door open.

“kuma!” you grinned at him, noting the look of confusion that crossed his face. “y/n? what are you doing here?” he asked, unable to hide the suspicion he felt.

“kento invited me over for lunch and then i fell asleep on his couch,” you lied smoothly. “didn’t mean to stay over for so long, he’s freshening up or something. i’m just about to head out…”

but instead, takuma shook his head, a large grin replacing the look of confusion on his features; a twinge of guilt tugged at your heart at how easily he accepted your excuse. “nah, you should totally stay for dinner! i’m sure nanami wouldn’t mind.” you opened your mouth to protest, but before you could he was speaking again. “dinner with my two favorite people? i’m such a lucky guy!”

you couldn’t resist that. your younger brother was genuinely one of your favorite people to be around - his attitude was infectious, he didn’t get mad often, he was always just wanting those around him to be happy and safe and to have a good time.

"well, if you're sure i'm not interrupting bros night..."

takuma laughs, shaking his head as he walks over to the living room. “you have met nanami right? he doesn’t do ‘bros night,’ at least not like how toji or the other guys do.” a fact that didn’t surprise you at all. but you didn’t have a chance to reply, because before you could you hear your brother again.

“nanami! i invited y/n to stay over for dinner, you don’t mind right?” you stood behind takuma, playfully raising an eyebrow at kento while his face remained neutral. “yeah, i’m just getting started on cooking now so that’s fine with me.”

it drove you crazy in the best of ways, the way nanami could so easily switch to the role of total composure, like his face hadn’t just been buried in your cunt ten minutes ago. you had to banish those thoughts though, linking your arm with takuma’s.

“we’ll help you cook, we used to help our parents cook all the time when we were growing up,” you declared, steering you and kuma towards the kitchen. you felt bad lying to your brother, felt bad keeping this big secret from him.

but you weren’t sure how he’d react. would he resent you for encroaching on his territory, wonder why you had to hook up with the person he looked up to the most and considered a best friend? or would he do the opposite, be ecstatic and get carried away, start talking about how he couldn’t wait for you and kento to get married and then they could be brothers for real.

with takuma, you knew it could go either way. and since you and nanami were just friends, you didn’t think it was necessary to make things complicated by telling loads of people. you yourself had only told yuki and mei mei, two of your best friends, because you knew they’d keep it to themselves. as for kento, you weren’t sure if he’d told anyone but you were confident if he did, he’d also made sure to tell only someone who could keep their mouth shut.

you also suspected that under his cool, indifferent demeanor, kento was also worried about how takuma would react.

you let nanami take control in the kitchen, you and your younger brother dutifully doing whatever task he assigned you - though you did notice you seemed to end up with all the chopping duties, as if kento knew takuma could be careless in the kitchen.

“you know, this is the first time ino has ever helped me cook, usually he’s either on the couch watching a game or sitting at the counter talking my ear off,” the blonde man mused, your eyebrow shooting up as you look at your brother, playfully hitting his arm with the towel in your hand. “takuma! did you even offer to help before?”

like it was some sort of crime for the guest to not offer any help - which, according to your mother, it probably was.

“hey! nanamin probably wouldn’t trust me to help if you weren’t here.” a small laugh escapes kento’s lips, your gaze turning towards him. “that’s probably for the best. one time kuma made mac ‘n cheese without draining the water from the noodles… actually i think he did that twice.”

your brother’s eyes widened as he looked at you, an over dramatic look of betrayal on his face. “right, says the one who insisted on baking a homemade cake for mom’s birthday one year but apparently can’t read.” he let out an exaggerated sigh, shaking his head as he looked at nanami. “recipe called for two cups of flour and one tablespoon of baking powder, but y/n put two cups of baking powder and one tablespoon of flour.”

your jaw dropped, a blush creeping up on your cheeks as your eyes bounced between nanami and takuma. your younger brother looking at you with a shit eating grin, the man you’d been secretly hooking up with looking at you with a smile tugging at his lips that you could see he was trying to keep down, a crinkle at the corner of his eyes.

an exasperated sigh left your lips, head shaking as your eyes rolled and you shrugged. "yeah yeah, laugh it up. there's a reason i'm not a professional baker..." you couldn't hold back your own grin, nudging takuma in the side as he laughed.

"well since we're sharing cooking sins," nanami started, his voice much closer behind you than you expected. he reached over your shoulder to pick up the seasoning bottle right in front of you, his front pressed against your back and his other hand gently on your arm for such a brief amount of time that it shouldn't have had any sort of effect on you - but it did. goosebumps pricked up across your skin, and you suddenly realized that it was a lot harder to keep your hands to yourself when other's were around than you'd thought it would be.

"i was helping my grandmother make cupcakes and i accidentally used salt instead of sugar. we didn't taste test them before she brought them over to her friend's house for book club..." you turned around to look at kento, his focus on the stove as he cooked.

"disappointing a bunch of grandma's, now that's tough," takuma replied, letting out a heavy sigh like he was the one telling the story and full of regret. "the good news is," he carried on brightly "all the grandmas love nanami now! well, not just the grandma's, all the women always really love him... but remember when we went to that retirement home to hang with the old people? man, those ladies were swooning on and on about what a gentleman nanami is."

you could see kento's cheeks flush a little, his head shaking as he turned the stove off and picked the pot he'd been working on up, transferring the food to a serving container. "well i'm not surprised, kento speaks in complete sentences and then there's you and yuji arguing over who has more aura and complaining that godzilla in fortnite moves too slow."

you wink over at kento, resisting the urge to kiss his cheek and instead grab one of the dishes in front of him, heading off to the dining table. "quit embarrassing me in front of nanami.." you hear your brother grumble, laughter your only response.

dinner goes by quickly, or rather it feels like it does. in reality, what you assumed had been only 45 minutes had actually been two hours. two hours of the three of you sitting around nanami's dinner table, sharing the meal you had made together (okay, kento had done the majority of the work) while cracking jokes and trading stories.

for every story you had about takuma growing up, he had one about you that was even more embarrassing. for every silly story your brother had about nanami, nanami had one of takuma making a fool of himself. a lot of laughter rang through the air, and as the dinner wound down you felt a rush of warmth in your chest.

you knew that takuma looked up to nanami, it wasn't something he had ever kept a secret. but tonight was the first time you could see how much kento also cared about your little brother. he was always ready with advice on any topic kuma brought up, had a tip for a skill on the ice that he needed help with, was rational and matter of fact in a way that balanced out your brother's excitement.

you felt a wave of affection for kento, one that went far past the lust that had been leading your actions with him thus far. but you shoved those thoughts away, because you two were still just friends, you two weren't actually anything.

once takuma left, you had helped clear the table and were now standing at the sink, carefully washing dishes as kento put leftovers away. eventually, you felt him come up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waste as his chin rested on your shoulder. "you don't have to wash those, i'll do them later."

you shook your head, continuing with your task at hand. "no, you made dinner, it's only right i do the dishes. especially since takuma didn't even offer to help clean up..." you grumbled. kento chuckled softly, pressing his lips to your cheek. "don't be too hard on him, he stopped offering to help clean up after i kept telling him no."

the two of you stood like that for the remainder of the time you did dishes, a comfortable silence settling over you. his lips would find your cheek, your neck, the corner of your lips. the closer you got to finishing the dishes, the more his kisses started to become less chaste and more greedy.

"you're trying to cause trouble," you teased when you felt one of his hands roam up your body, cupping one of your breasts before it moved to the other. "i hope you don't think i'm going to let you leave while we have unfinished business," he murmured into your ear right before he gently nibbled at it. "i am a gentleman, after all, remember?" you hummed in agreement, your thoughts already getting hazy as you washed off the last dish.

"and a gentleman would never let a woman leave before she cums, especially not when she was already so close earlier..." his hands roam your body, fingers teasingly running over your core, the fabric of your dress the only thing between your cunt and the pads of his fingers - you remembered then that he had taken your panties earlier.

you press your ass back against his crotch, already feeling him getting hard behind you. "mmm, that's true... you got to take care of yourself and i was left totally unsatisfied." you turn your head to look at him, pouting playfully before you let out a surprised squeal as he turned you around to face him. he looked down at you, the lust evident in his eyes before he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours in a hungry kiss.

you kissed him back eagerly, softly moaning against his lips as he slipped a hand under your dress, his fingers running agonizingly slow up and down your slit. he groaned at the feeling of how wet you were getting, hips pressing closer against his hand, begging for more of his touch.

he complied, one of his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in small circles, the sudden increase in intensity in the pleasure building up in your body causing you to gasp, head rolling back as his lips seamlessly moved from yours to your throat. he pressed hot kisses to your skin, working his way down to the side of your neck while he pressed a finger inside your needy cunt.

"fuck...." you moaned out, unable to help yourself as your hips bucked against his hand, wanting to feel his finger as deep in you as possible. your own hands reached out, wasting no time as you unbuttoned his pants and impatiently tugged them off. you didn't waste much time, hands pulling his boxers down immediately after so that his hard cock sprang free.

kento pulled his finger out of you, causing you to whine a little before he took your hand in his and guided it to your pussy. "want you to feel how wet you are for me, darling," he muttered, getting your fingers covered in your own juices. you wordlessly nodded, letting him take full control of your actions - your own thoughts were too hazy, too lust filled; it was getting hard to focus.

he pulled your hand up to his mouth, wrapping his lips around one of your fingers before sucking it clean, letting out a groan as he tasted you off your own finger. "m'gonna need more of that taste," he said, his voice more steady than you felt. "the perfect dessert for me." and with that, he picked you up by the waste and set you on the kitchen counter.

pulling you closer to the edge, kento smoothly dropped to his knees, adjusting your legs over his shoulders as he bunched your dress up. "look at her, so pretty and wet just for me." the way he was speaking was driving you crazy, his tone giving away just how bad he wanted you. you couldn't even reply, because the next thing you knew his mouth was attached to your cunt again.

your fingers immediately grabbed for his hair, tugging on his locks as you felt his tongue teasing your slit. he used a hand to spread your lips for him, his tongue starting at the bottom as it dragged up slowly, making his way to your clit. his tongue traced circles around your sensitive bud, causing your legs to squeeze around him briefly.

he wasn't deterred though, repeating this slow game of his tongue dragging down your pussy before it dragged back up, circling your clit a few times before dragging it back down and starting the whole process. it felt torturous and exhilarating at the same time, the pleasure slow but intense. "you are such a tea-" but before you could finish your sentence, suddenly he had pushed a finger back into you, his mouth now latching on to your clit.

"oh - fuck! shit, of my fucking god," you moaned, tugging on his hair as he slipped a second finger inside you. he sucked on your clit, your eyes closing as your head lolled back in pleasure. "oh my fucking god," you repeated, your words coming out slowly as you felt his two fingers inside you start to move in a scissoring motion.

not only did his thick fingers feel incredible inside of you, but you could also tell (or maybe you were just hoping) he was working on stretching you out a bit, and you were suddenly desperate for his cock to be inside you. it felt good to have any part of him inside your pussy though, hips rotating in a grinding motion as you fucked yourself on his fingers.

"i'm gonna cum if you don't stop that," you whined, expecting him to stop, maybe have you suck him off before finally pressing his length inside of you. but he didn't stop. in fact, your words only seemed to cause him to be become more determined, his tongue flicking repeatedly against your clit while his fingers pushed in and out of your throbbing pussy.

your back arched as soon as he started to finger fuck you faster, harder, and you knew you weren't going to last much longer. moans and swears left your lips, your breathing getting heavier as his fingers curled inside you and he hit that sweet spot, your hips jerking in surprise. "ah, there it is..." he mumbled against your cunt before he went back to sucking on your clit.

you couldn't take it anymore. the way he was sucking on your clit and hitting your g spot with his fingers had you pulling at his hair, and you felt your body tense up right before he tipped you over the edge of pleasure. "oh god, kento!" you squeezed your thighs around his head as waves of pleasure hit you over and over again. which didn't deter him, his mouth still working on your clit while his fingers fucked you in rhythm with the way your hips were bucking up and down, helping you ride through your high.

when you finally calmed down, he slowly pulled his fingers out of your cunt, tilting his head to look up at you. his face had your slick smeared all over, and you beckoned him up with a finger. "let me taste myself on your lips..." you murmured, still trying to catch your breath, cheeks flushed as your heart raced.

nanami complied, standing up between your legs before his hands found home on your hips, pulling you a little closer as he leaned in for a kiss. you moaned against his lips, your hands cupping his face to keep him near you. "you're so goddamn beautiful," he mumbled into the kiss, letting out a groan as one of your hands dropped down to find his cock.

you found that you still wanted more, still craved him, and so you brushed your fingers down his length, letting him know you still wanted him. you wrapped your hand around him, gently stroking his cock as the pair of you sloppily made out, tongues finding each other, a strand of saliva pulled between you two when he finally pulled away from your lips.

"i want you so bad," he confessed, your hand guiding his cock towards your entrance. "i need to feel you buried inside me, kenny," you cooed, and he moaned at the nickname you'd never used on him before, at the feeling of his tip nudging your swollen cunt. he rubbed himself against your slick slit, looking down into your eys.

"are you sure?" he asked, and of course you were sure, you were practically begging him to fuck you - but the fact that he made sure made you want him even more. he pulled your dress up over your head before he pulled off his own shirt, wanting you both bare and naked the first time he fucked you.

you watched him intently, your hands reaching back to undo your bra while he pulled his shirt off, tossing said bra to the side. "perfect, perfect tits," he said slowly, both hands reaching up to cup your breasts, massaging the fleshy mounds while his thumbs ran over your nipples, making them hard.

"i didn't take you for a tits man, kenny, thought you'd be more of a breast man," you teased, his gaze ripping away from your chest to look into your eyes again.

"guess showing you how much i love dirty, filthy talk is something we have to look forward too." there was a mischievous look in his eyes as he spoke, one that caused your tongue to dart out and run along your bottom lip.

"are you saying we get to sext next time you have an away game?" you tease again. you were about to add on another tease, something about how you hoped his dick pic game was strong but when you went to open your mouth again, all that came out was a loud, sharp moan.

kento had pushed the tip of his cock inside your tight, leaking cunt, and it felt fucking amazing. "so tight f'me, sweetheart," he said slowly, voice low as he pushed a little bit more inside you. he was letting you get used to his size, hips pulling back a little before pressing back in, going in just a bit deeper each time.

feeling your hot, tight walls suck him in was already driving him crazy, his thoughts addled by pure lust and need. this was a scenario he had fantasized before. a few times, actually. he was patient and he would have waited as long as you wanted to, but kento nanami had been dying to fuck you.

he was going at an agonizingly slow pace, and it was taking every ounce of self control he had to keep it up and not just immediately start fucking the shit out of you. which he wanted to do, badly. and you wanted him to do it also, wanted him to fuck you desperately like a starved man. but you appreciated the time he was taking, finding it attractive that even when you could tell he just wanted to lose control he was keeping it together to make sure you were comfortable.

he bottoms out eventually, the two of you locking eyes as you take in how it feels to have him fill you up completely. you reach out to pull his face to yours, kissing him desperately and this is what does it for him. something inside nanami snaps as he kisses you, his hands grabbing your thighs to hold your legs up when he finally starts to fuck you.

he finds a steady pace quickly, the sound of his cock pounding into your swollen pussy while his balls slapped against you filling the room. you were both a mess of moans, your lips often finding each other for sloppy, intense kisses.

your hips worked in time with his, rolling back and forth against him while he fucked you, his fingers digging into your thighs as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

kento buried his face into your neck, switching between kissing at your skin and sucking on it, nipping occasionally. the idea that he was marking you turned you on even more, your cunt aching at the thought.

"i'm pretty close," he mumbled against your neck, biting at your skin and eliciting another loud moan from you. "but i want you to cum again first."

one of your hands gripped the back of his neck, your other hand moving to hold onto his shoulder, your nails digging into his skin. he groaned your name out in pleasure, knowing he was coming closer and closer to his orgasm with every thrust into you - hoping you were even closer.

"god....fuck! kento..." those seemed to be the only three words you could get out, a mix of your moans and whines filling his ear as he reached for one of your hands, pulling it down between the two of you and guiding your fingers to your clit.

he used your finger like a toy, rubbing your clit with it, pressing down on your finger to add extra pressure to the sensation you were feeling between your legs. it was so hot, the way he was using your own hand to play with your clit, like you were masturbating for his pleasure.

and that did it, the thought that you getting off turned him on and your tight walls suddenly clamped around his cock and he swore into your ear. he could feel your body tense again, could feel the way your pussy clenched and unclenched around him right before you let out a cry and came all over his cock.

he continued to fuck you, your orgasm washing over you as you tilted your head back, wanting to look into his eyes again. "cum inside me," you said softly, and the tone of your voice drove him absolutely wild, his hands shifting to grip your hips as he thrust harder into you. "are y'sure, darling?" he grunted out, and as soon as you nodded your head he knew he was about to lose it.

a few more hard thrusts into your cunt and soon he was shooting ropes of cum deep inside you. he continued to move his hips, each thrust fucking the mixture of both of your releases deep into you, load groans escaping his lips freely.

"fuck, you're so fucking incredible." his thrusts slowed down until he finally stopped, your foreheads pressed against each others as you looked into each others eyes. both breathless, both flushed, both feeling the after sex high. he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, one which you returned slowly, enjoying the softness of the moment.

"you.... kento you are so fucking good, holy shit." your words cause a smirk to spread to his face as he pulled out of you, his fingers brushing your hair back before he cups your face and pulls you in for another kiss.

"i didn't intend for our first time to fuck to be in my kitchen," he murmured, amused as his thumbs caressed your face. "well if it makes you feel better, that's the first time my first time with someone was in a kitchen?"

he laughs at that, kissing your forehead. "what an honor indeed, darling." you two cleaned up, and when he offered you a shower and asked if you wanted to stay over, you couldn't help but agree.

"just friends," you remind yourself as you got into his bed later that night, dressed in only one of his tshirts.

"just friends," you remind yourself as he lets you choose what to watch on the tv to fall asleep to.

"just friends," you remind yourself as he rolls over in his sleep in the middle of the night and wraps his arms around you.

"just friends," you remind yourself as you let yourself relax into his arms.

"just friends," you remind yourself as you drift back to sleep, thinking about how nice it felt to fall asleep next to kento nanami.

just friends.

a/n: hope this one was alright!! i was so obsessed with the idea of takuma interrupting them completely cluelessly it was making me laugh. hopefully the rust is coming off of me writing smut, haven't done it consistently for a while!! any comments are welcome and appreciated!!

taglist: (open) @starmapz @raquel12

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ok nanami ch. 2 will probably be posted in the next couple of days. i am thinking about maybe making playlists and other char dev type of things in between chapters, just bc i have a loooot of thoughts and feelings but we shall see!!

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it’s my bday and i just wanted to say thanks to all the support i’ve received on here!! i’m so happy to have a creative outlet and somewhere i can share writing. i’m working on nanami ch. 2 and i love it sm but it won’t be finished until tomorrow probably!!

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break my heart and i swear i'm moving on to your favorite athlete - takuma ino x leader singer/guitarist in a band!reader

contains: f reader, this story will be 18+ only with foul language and nsfw themes throughout.

summary - your boyfriend dumps you because he can't handle the attention you get from the media. his favorite athlete is takuma ino. takuma ino's girlfriend breaks up with him when he doesn't propose to her when she wants him to - an idea starts to form. you and takuma have been friends for ages (he was even your very first kiss), and with both of you single at the same time again you two decide to have a little fun. flirt in public, go on dates, PDA galore. have a little fun, and if it makes your exes jealous? even better. but you're not crushing on him, that would be ridiculous. and he's definitely not crushing on you either, nope. and if either of your exes were to work their way back into your lives? neither of you would care. that's what you both say, at least.

chapter .5 - an introductory smau (masterlist)

a/n: i am so excited for this one i have so many thoughts and ideas!! comments always appreciated <3 p.s. this is the song mentioned by the band's account! p.p.s. this reader and the one in choso's story are really good friends!!

taglist: (open) @starmapz @raquel12

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hate to be lame - hockey!satoru gojo x artist/influencer!reader

summary - you and satoru gojo have been best friends for years. you've also both spent years pining after each other on and off. when you like him he's wrapped up in a new relationship. when he admits to himself he has feelings for you, suddenly you're completely infatuated with the guy you just met at brunch. the timing never seems to be right and you're starting to think that just maybe, that's a sign that the two of you are better off as just friends.

chapter 3 - it's always on the tip of my tongue (masterlist) prev

word count: 6.3k

contains: f reader, crude language, a lil bit of fluff and a lil bit of angst 18+ only MDNI

it had been a couple of weeks since you had ditched gojo at brunch. you hadn't seen him since, though not for lack of trying on his part. you weren't even actually going out of your way to avoid him; his team had had three consecutive road games and you had a quickly approaching deadline for some art pieces a gallery had commissioned from you for one of their upcoming shows. you tended to turn into a hermit the closer you got to finishing pieces, wanting to devote every ounce of yourself to your craft.

satoru understood that, of course he did, but despite you insisting you were fine, he could tell you were still upset with him. your texts were infrequent and often emotionless, a far cry from your usual demeanor. he'd tried to see you immediately after he had realized you had left him behind at brunch, but mei mei had beat him to your apartment and wouldn't let him in. when he’d asked why she’d replied with “if you have to ask then you definitely don’t get to see her.”

the thing was, satoru was not actually an idiot. he might speak without thinking, say careless or stupid things to get a laugh, had a laid back demeanor the majority of the time - but he wasn’t an idiot. you leaving brunch in a huff was both a dream come true and a nightmare all at once. dream come true because the only logical conclusion he could come to was that you were mad about his run in with rumi because you reciprocated the feelings he secretly had for you. nightmare, because he knew how bad it had looked, the way rumi had held onto his arm, the kiss she had initiated.

he wasn’t actually sure what you had seen, for all he knew just seeing him and rumi breathing the same air might set you off - a thought he had only because seeing you that close to the guy you went on a date with last month would probably cause him to crash out. the only reason he didn’t feel that way when he saw you around choso was because he knew with absolute certainty that neither you nor his teammate were interested in the other.

but he didn’t want to have this conversation over text. he wanted it face to face, where neither of you could hide behind emojis and memes and more importantly, where he couldn’t chicken out. for as certain as he felt what you ditching him at brunch meant, there was still a part of him that was unsure. maybe the reason you’d gotten mad and left had nothing to do with rumi. maybe he’d said something that hadn’t initially bothered you but the more you thought about it, the more it pissed you off. or maybe the reason you’d gone home alone despite just having invited him over had nothing to do with him and maybe your distance from him the past two weeks also had nothing to do with him.

maybe.

but, satoru gojo wasn’t actually an idiot.

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it wasn’t like this was the first time you’d gone more than two weeks without seeing satoru. hell, it wasn’t even entirely unusual. it was true that you both made an effort to hang out when your schedules allowed, but you were both entrenched in demanding careers that there had been times it simply hadn’t been possible to see each other.

but you had always been available to him emotionally even when physically you were kept apart. he’d complain about something and you’d sympathize and coddle him or you’d tell him he was being a baby and to suck it up. however, when he’d complained to you yesterday about feeling like his coach was riding his ass for no reason, all you’d said was “that sucks.” no words of advice, no witty quip, no offer to bring him his favorite ice cream - nothing.

you were starting to feel a little bad. kind of. after your disastrous brunch, mei mei had come over and you had been completely open and honest with her. your feelings for satoru (to which she had replied “yeah i know”), how you thought you two were on the same page, how you had invited him over because you wanted to a throw yourself at him, how you’d seen him with rumi.

you’d been embarrassed when you started crying; embarrassed because you knew mei mei was your one friend who had always clocked the fact that you had feelings for satoru and had never even pretended to believe you when you insisted otherwise. embarrassed because despite what you had seen with him and rumi, you couldn’t get it out of your head that he had been extra flirty and physically affectionate with you and all that made you wonder now is if you’d missed your chance by being too chicken shit to say anything to him before he had ever met her. embarrassed because despite that, your imagination had already run wild and convinced part of you that he was all but in love with rumi now.

embarrassed because you were crying over satoru fucking gojo.

he was your best friend. you knew his reputation for having a string of flings was based in reality, that the rumors of him being a fuckboy weren’t just rumors. you knew he’d never once said “i love you” to any of his past girlfriends, not even the one he’d dated for two years (his longest relationship). he had never once in all the years you had known him expressed interest in a serious relationship.

you two would be huddled up on your couch, watching a romcom and while you were waxing on poetically about how romantic the story was and how you wanted something like that, he’d be rolling his eyes and complaining that the whole movie was unrealistic and would never work out in real life.

you should have known better than to fall for your best friend.

but mei mei had let you cry that night, had coddled you and brushed your hair while you tried to watch a tv show to distract yourself. she had made sure you showered and ordered dinner while you did so, made sure your skincare routine was done after getting you in your coziest pair of pj’s, braided your hair for you while you watched a documentary on renaissance painters. she made sure you drank enough water (“have to replenish all those tears you just spilled” she’d joked but you knew she was looking out for you), got you into bed and turned on your favorite show to fall asleep to.

she had eventually gotten into bed next to you, stealing an old oversized shirt of yours to sleep in, and it had been comforting when you’d woken up from a nightmare about everyone you loved leaving you to turn around and see the familiar shape of mei mei’s back, her light snoring the only indication she was asleep (she was an incredibly still sleeper and that had always freaked you out just a bit).

and the next morning, you had woken up to find out that she had woken up before you, the smell of breakfast drawing you out of your room. she had let you eat and enjoy your coffee in relative silence, and when you had finished she had put her own mug of coffee down on the table and looked you straight in the eyes with a gaze that was hard to turn away from.

“you have to tell satoru how you feel.” you flinched at the bluntness of her words, shifted uncomfortably in your seat. when you didn’t say anything, she pressed on. “it’s not fair to him and it’s not fair to you. everything that happened yesterday was based on assumption.” she paused, head tilting to the side. “i mean, to me it’s clear as day that the two of you have feelings for each other. but neither of you have ever actually said it out loud to each other. you just finally admitted it to me last night even though i clocked that at least two years ago.”

she paused again, this time to take a sip of her coffee. “you don’t know what happened with rumi. you turned away before you actually saw them kiss - which i’m not blaming you for. he told you he barely knows her, if you really think he was reciprocating your actions and feelings yesterday, would he really be stupid enough to throw that all away for some chick he barely knows? and yes, i know we’re talking about gojo. that’s why i know how much he cares about you and values your relationship.”

more silence, you both sipping on coffee while you mull her words over. eventually you reply, looking away from her because you swore she was staring straight into your soul and you didn’t want to deal with the harsh reality of being seen. “you’ve never said any of this to me before, you know. you’ve just always tried to get me to admit to my feelings, but you’ve never really told me what you… observe on his end.”

because mei mei was an observer. that’s why your feelings for your best friend had been so obvious to her. she paid attention to details that most people barely noticed, was intelligent as all hell and could put together fragments of puzzle pieces others didn’t even know existed. she wasn’t afraid to question people, dig around to find the information she was looking for. and yet, she had never once told you that she thought satoru felt the same way, had never pushed you to admit your feelings and that it would be fine because it was obvious he felt the same way.

“look, i may love to scheme a little and stick my nose in everyone’s business, but i’m not cupid interfering in everyone’s love life.” you arched an eyebrow at her, her hands immediately flying up to say wait. “it doesn’t count if someone is cheating and i tell their partner to look into it, okay? but i thought if you ever finally told him how you feel, it should be because you were confident enough to do so, not because i forced you.”

another beat of silence. “and now?”

“i can’t watch one of the people i care the most about continually get hurt. that’s why you need to tell him. it’s either going to work out or it’s not, but do you really think you’ll get over him and not spend your life wondering what if if you never say anything and just try to push past your feelings?” you wished she didn’t make so much sense. part of you resented her for being so straightforward when all you wanted to do was keep playing pretend.

a long, drawn out sigh leaves your lips, followed by a groan before you put your head down on the table top and closed your eyes. you would have probably sat like that forever if you didn’t know that mei mei, stubborn and headstrong, would sit there for just as long until you decided to say something.

you didn’t though, not for a couple more minutes. and then finally, you picked your head up, shoulders sagging as you nodded. “fine. i’ll tell him. but… i just need to find the right time.” you thought your friends eyes were going to bug right out of her head, but you held up a hand before she could open her mouth. “i will do it, i promise. i just need to clear my head first, and i think we’re both pretty busy the next week or so.”

this seems to satiate mei mei, her face conceding as her features relaxed. she had then stood up and made her way behind you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders to hug you from behind. your hands lifted up to rest on her arms, giving her a gentle squeeze. “thank you, for… all of this. and taking care of me.”

mei mei pressed a kiss to the side of your head, smoothing your hair as she let go of you and stood up. she’d stayed for another half hour before leaving you alone. all you had wanted to do was have another day of wallowing in your feelings but you had pieces to work on, and working on them was the next best therapeutic thing for you.

and that was where you had spent most of the past two weeks, holed away in the little studio space you rented to work on your art in. you were currently sitting on a stool in front of an easel, eyes carefully studying the painting in front of you. it was almost finished - anyone else looking at it would have thought it already was.

but there was something you couldn’t place your finger on, something that left you feeling like it was unfinished. you couldn’t figure out what though, a frustrated sigh filling the room before you tore your gaze away, looking around the space that surrounded you. it was bright, full of large windows to give you natural light, messy in a way that made sense to you, plants because you liked taking care of them and they made the space feel all that more homey.

and then your eyes landed on a canvas propped up against one of the side walls. it was full of blues and purples, some sort of depiction of night time at the beach. that was what satoru had told you, at least. the last time he had visited you at your studio you had allowed him to have one singular canvas that he could do whatever he pleased with. this had caused him an endless amount of joy, and besides the fact it kept him out of your hair, it had made you happy to watch the childlike wonder radiate off him.

fuck.

it hit you then, that maybe the reason you couldn't figure out what was missing from the painting in front of you was the fact that you had left your relationship with satoru unfinished. he was still your best friend, you still wanted him to be in your life always, you still had deep rooted feelings for him, and you still hadn't told him yet. you did intend to keep your promise to mei mei, but every time you psyched yourself up to do it you found a way to talk yourself out of it.

you couldn't put it off any longer though, the strain on your friendship was eating away at you and maybe even more importantly, you fucking missed him. and so, you picked up your phone and texted first mei mei and then satoru. you weren't going to hide anymore.

"fuck, I know it's supposed to be cold but is it really supposed to be this cold?" mei mei pulled her black team coat over herself tightly as the two of you walked to your seats. she was also friends with a good amount of the team and had probably been to just as many games as you had - and she was right. the air in the arena felt a little more chill than normal, and you had started to think you were being oversensitive with the thought of talking to satoru afterwards. it was a relief, actually, when your friend voiced her complaint and you mentally scolded yourself; you had to get a grip.

"I'm gonna go and get us some coffee, I'm gonna be grumpy if I don't get some caffeine and warmth in me..." you nodded in response as mei mei walked off, leaving you to get settled into your seat alone (row one, because of course satoru made sure you had some of the best seats). you were earlier than you had meant to be, intending to show up a few minutes before the puck drop and instead, the players were just now taking to the ice for warm up.

and there he was, satoru gojo gliding gracefully on the ice. ever since you'd known him, you'd always loved to watch him play hockey. even in middle school, he'd been incredibly skilled already. laser fast and fearless, watching him had left you in awe. he had been your introduction to hockey, and when he found out you'd never even been ice skating before he had insisted on taking you to the ice rink to teach you.

you were pulled out of your thoughts when you noticed him raising a hand and waving at someone - no, waving at you. you gave him a wave back, a small smile curling at your lips instinctively. it didn't take long before fans were trying to get his attention and his focus was drawn away from you. what mattered to you in that moment was the fact that you had gotten his focus first.

you watched as the team participated in warm up drills, biting back a laugh as sukuna turned to yell at whoever accidentally hit him with a puck only to find it was yuji, the older brother's expression softening as he rolled his eyes and turned his focus back to what he was doing. you had always thought it was kind of sweet, the way sukuna, who was tough as nails always, softened up just a bit when it came to his younger brothers.

you were better friends with choso out of the three. choso who always seemed to look out for you in his own way, was always there to lend an ear when you needed one. unlike your relationship with gojo, the one you had with choso was rooted in purely platonic feelings. you suspected he knew of your feelings for satoru but unlike mei mei, he had never brought it up directly. instead giving advice that gently pushed you in the right direction without adding any pressure.

cho gave you a quick wave as he skated by, mei mei finally returning with two coffees, holding one out to you. you grabbed it greedily, taking a cautious sip and feeling your body relax as soon as you felt the warm liquid wash down. "know what I've always noticed when I come to games? especially when you're here." you turned your head to look at your friend as she sat down, her eyes trained on the scene in front of you: hockey fans standing around the glass to watch warm ups, some with signs asking for pucks, hopeful they might catch the attention of their favorite player.

she glanced at you and caught your raised eyebrow, smirking as her attention went back to the ice. "gojo almost always only goes to say hi to the kids trying to get his attention. all those wannabe hockey WAGs?" her chin gestured to a couple of pretty girls, dolled up and positioning themselves to get noticed. "he never gives them the time of day."

you shrug, trying to pretend you don't know what she's getting at. "unfair to characterize them as wannabe WAGs, pretty girls are hockey fans too." mei mei shoved your arm gently, eliciting a laugh from you as you grinned over at her. "alright you know what I was getting at you stubborn brat." you leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, finishing off the rest of your coffee before settling back into your seat. "I know I know, thank you mei mei. let's just focus on the game for now or else i'm gonna lose my nerve."

besides the fact that you knew she would hold you accountable later about being honest with satoru about your feelings, mei mei was one of your favorite people to come to games with. she knew the game inside and out, was the first to yell at the refs when they made questionable calls and the first to cheer choso on when he dropped his gloves to fight a player on the other team who had made a questionable hit on megumi. she was passionate and it made watching games all the more fun for you, feeding off of her energy. it was actually what had finally gotten you to bother to actually learn most of the rules to the game so you also knew when refs made shitty calls (or when they let things go that they shouldn't have), though satoru had tried for years to get you to care about them.

the game ended eventually, a blowout that saw the final score 4-1 - satoru's team had won. they were fucking good, and you realized how much you had missed watching them play. it had probably only been a month since you had last been to a game, but you were making a mental note to try to come to them more regularly.

you and mei mei stayed in your seats even as the crowd started to clear out. the players were already off the ice, back in the locker room while a mix of after game interviews and showers happened. you typically would wait for satoru outside the locker rooms, but tonight as the arena grew quieter and quieter you found you kind of preferred this, the chill air and the muffled silence.

or maybe it was just you making it harder for satoru to find you when he was ready to leave, there was no real telling. even so, mei mei sat with you until he did find you, and only then did she get up. "i'm going to grab dinner with geto and some others, let me know if you need me."

you nodded before she left, giving satoru a curt nod before she made her way out of the arena. wordlessly, he moved to sit next to you. neither of you said anything, watching as the ice was cleaned in silence. eventually, you leaned your head over and rested it on his shoulder, your hand reaching out to take hold of one of his. instinctively, his own head rested on top of yours, squeezing your hand tightly like he was afraid to let go of it.

"I'm sorry." "i'm sorry."

you both said at the same time, causing him to let out a soft half-chuckle while you let out a deep sigh. you gave his hand a squeeze, shutting your eyes. "we need to talk but... we should probably go outside. I don't want to hold up everyone trying to clean and leave." he agreed and the two of you untangled from each other, gojo following you up the steps and eventually to the players exit. "I assume you drove?" you ask him and when he nods in confirmation, he leads you to his car. you get in, the familiar smell of leather and the air freshener he liked to use putting you a little more at ease.

he drives off, and you don't ask him where to. you think you know, and as soon as he pulls up to the park you two discovered five years ago you were proven correct. you and gojo had found this park one night when, after far too much sugar, he had insisted you go on a long walk through the city. you had stumbled on this park, hidden away in a quiet part but with the most lovely, well kept flowers.

you had instantly been infatuated with the place, and upon seeing how much your face had lit up when you saw all the different flower varieties, satoru had declared this park to be your place - yours and his. as a silent rule, neither of you ever brought anyone else here, though you had come here on your own several times when you wanted to be alone to think but didn’t want to be cooped up inside; he had done the same.

you wordlessly walk over to the swing set, sitting down on the left side like you always did while he took the right swing. you use your feet to sway back and forth a little, tempted to just start swinging fully to put off the conversation further. but before you can, satoru breaks the silence. “y/n, i’m in love with you.”

you blink, head snapping towards him immediately. “what?” you asked, disbelieving. in all the ways you had imagined this conversation going, satoru telling you he was in love with you right out the gate had never been on the table. “fuck, i didn’t mean to just say it like that,” he fumbled through his words. “i mean, i kind of did. i was planning on telling you tonight but like. i thought we’d have a long conversation first.”

he laughed, though you knew it was his nervous laugh, his face full of worry as you two looked at each other. you blinked at him a couple more times, the shock starting to fade, though your eyes were still wide and you wouldn’t have been surprised if your heart beat right out of your chest right then and now. “i… i’m in love with you, satoru. i was also planning on telling you tonight.” you paused for just the briefest of seconds, not giving him any sort of time to react.

"that's why I left you at brunch the other week, I was so fucking mad at you. I was very clearly hitting on you and I thought you were reciprocating because you were way more touchy than even you usually are and then you took too long coming back from the bathroom and I was starting to get worried and then I saw you with her satoru, I saw you with rumi." you paused, only to catch your breath, holding your hand up to stop him when he opened his mouth to reply - and to his credit, he shut his mouth immediately.

"you were standing so close to each other and that sounds so stupid to get jealous about but you'd already ditched going to the restaurant opening with me to go with her. because yes while we're confessing things, I was so fucking jealous you went with her. how the fuck did you just forget you and I had made plans? that really fucking hurt, actually. and then you had the audacity to be even a little jealous over me going with choso instead when in reality you should be thanking him because he was, in fact, the main reason I had a good fucking night. and don't start some bullshit about me and him, you know we're just friends. we're both a little too hung up on people who don't care about us."

you let out a choked, bitter laugh. holy shit, your heart was still racing at what couldn't possibly be a healthy rate, and the thought of this conversation going wrong still made you sick, but it also felt good - really fucking good - to get all of this off your chest.

"I know you and kamo are just friends don't worry," satoru interjected, your last words stinging him a little. hung up on people who don't care about you? he cared about you, probably a little too much. he opened his mouth again, this time to defend himself but you beat him too it, your ramblings not finished - now that you'd started you had to get it all out.

"so do you know how absolutely shitty it felt to see you and the woman you ditched me for standing so close, her hand holding on to your arm. and then I saw you kiss her! that's when I left, i clearly had misread what I thought your intentions were and I felt so fucking stupid. and mad. and upset. and hurt." you let out a long breath. "okay, now you may speak."

"jesus..." he muttered under his breath, running a hand over his face. gojo could barely process the fact that you told him you were in love with him too. instead, all he could think was that what he had been worried about had been true: you were mad at him and you had seen him with rumi.

he was such an idiot. he should have put physical distance between him and her when she’d come up to him but the truth was, rumi didn’t mean anything to him. he barely knew her, and so as stupid as it sounded, he simply hadn’t thought anything about the fact that they were standing together so closely, that she had her hand on his arm.

he hadn’t been expecting her to kiss him. fuck, he didn't even know where to start. this wasn't the big romantic speech he'd thought he'd deliver, no instead everything felt like a total fucking disaster. he turned his head to you, reaching out a hand and felt slight relief as you reached back and allowed him to hold your hand.

"first, i'm sorry for all of it. I'm sorry I ditched you to go to the opening with rumi. I felt like shit for doing that to you, it just honestly had slipped my mind." he stopped, shaking his head because his own words sounded pathetic to him. "it wasn't because I don't care about you or I take you for granted. she and I just ended up at the same party and i'd had a few drinks and she brought up going together and I agreed. kind of nice to find out you really were jealous though."

you narrowed your eyes and shot him a look and he widened his eyes, shaking his head again, this time in a panic. "no, no, no that came out wrong. it's just, shit y/n, i've had feelings for you for so long and anytime I came close to telling you, you'd introduce me to a new boyfriend or gush about this new guy you'd bet at a coffee shop. I've just never been sure if you ever saw me the same way."

god, he was royally fucking up, he could feel it. this was his big chance and he was ruining it - he genuinely wasn't sure why he had a reputation for being such a ladies man when he couldn't even get his thoughts out in the right way the one time it mattered the most.

but you gave his hand a gentle squeeze, and he was just relieved that you hadn't dropped his hand immediately. and so he forced himself to press on. "as for brunch? I wanted to go back to your place so bad. I wanted to finally get to kiss you and tell you you're the most beautiful person i've ever met and not only that but the funniest and most patient, the person I feel the most comfortable around. she kissed me. and I know that sounds lame and i'm not trying to excuse it because as soon as I realized what she was doing I should have pulled away immediately. I left her awkwardly as soon as I could."

hadn't been soon enough, he knew now.

"the past two weeks have been killing me, petal. but I didn't want to push you too much, especially since mei mei wouldn't let me in when I tried to see you right after."

you didn't even know what to say. this was all you had ever wanted, to be able to be open and honest about how you feel and to find out that satoru felt the same way. but this was a lot, the revelation that he was in love with you marred by the whole situation with rumi.

"i've had feelings for you for a long time, toru. I just. I was scared to tell you, because I didn't think you felt the same way, and I didn't want to risk losing you." you could feel tears welling up in your eyes, and you tried to wipe them away with your free hand but it was already too late. "fuck."

"hey, hey, come here," satoru gently tugged at your hand as soon as he realized you were trying to not cry and you let him, standing up from the swing and moving towards him. he pulled you down into his lap, arms wrapping protectively around you as he held you to him, pressing a chaste kiss to the side of your head.

"you can cry, petal, it's okay. this is... a lot." there was the best friend you knew, the one you had fallen for. underneath the cocky attitude, the easy grin that signaled to the world that he knew just how talented he was, the stupid jokes that made everyone roll their eyes, satoru gojo was one of the most thoughtful, caring people you had ever met. it wasn't obvious, in fact you knew he went out of his way to put out a persona that would suggest otherwise, but he was someone who was always thinking about other people.

countless times, you'd seen him go out of his way to help people that needed it, to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. though he had made fun of you and awful lot ever since you'd met him, he had never once made you feel bad for crying. the first time he'd caught you crying, you had been hiding out at the playground across the street from school, sobbing your eyes out because a couple of older kids had taken the art project you had worked so hard on and tore it to pieces. they had called you a try hard, and satoru?

he had found them and made them apologize.

and so the two of you sat on the swing, him in the actual seat and you still being held on his lap. you let the silence was over you, silent tears rolling down your face that eventually came to a stop, cheeks drying.

"i'm scared you losing you too, y'know." his confession soft, almost as if he was whispering some sort of prayer to himself. you'd heard him anyway, hands resting on top of his as he held you by the waist. "even if you felt the same way, we could always get together, break up, and never speak again."

it was sort of a relief, the fact that your relationship meant as much to him as it did to you, that he had denied himself the possibility of a chance with you in order to preserve the bond you shared. you weren't quite sure, though, where that left you. you had just told each other that you were in love with the other, and though you both felt significantly more at ease than you had since you'd last seen each other, it didn't exactly feel like a celebration either.

"what... what does this mean for us?" you questioned, hesitant and meek when you wanted to sound strong and sure. "it doesn't feel like jumping right into calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend is the right thing to do. if that was something you even ever wanted to do," you rushed quickly. even though you knew how he felt about you now, there was still a cloud of doubt you couldn't shove away.

just because he was in love with you didn't necessarily mean he wanted to be your boyfriend, right?

"i see i have a lot of reassuring to do..." he teased, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "but i get what you mean." your heart sank a little at his words, even though he was merely agreeing with a sentiment you had voiced first.

"i don't want things to change how they are. like, i don't want us to get all weird around each other or anything. i want us to still be best friends." he hesitated, and you weren't sure if he was second guessing himself or just trying to find the right words to say.

"let me take you on a date. a proper one, not one of the million friend dates we've done." you turned your head up to look at him as soon as he had said "let me take you on a date," butterflies suddenly filling your stomach - you were pretty sure you were going to need at least two days to physically recover from the emotional roller coaster you were currently on.

you opened your mouth to reply before shutting it again. you wanted to ask satoru a million questions, to poke and prod until he admitted this was all a terrible joke. but instead of voicing any doubt and insecurity that tried to dominate your thoughts, you simply said "okay."

which brough a genuine smile to his lips before he leaned down and pressed another kiss to you, this time to your forehead.

eventually, he took you home. the two of you mixed filling each other in on what had been going on in both your lives for the past two weeks with talk about where you two stood now.

you had settled on this: nothing was changing between you two, except for the fact that you were both finally being honest about your feelings. satoru was going to take you on a date and, hopefully, keep taking you on dates until you both felt it was the right time for your relationship progress. neither of you had expressed the worry on your minds, the "if our relationship progresses." that was a worry for another day.

gojo had insisted on walking you up to your apartment door, leaving you with a goodnight kiss on the cheek. and now that you were home and alone, as you started your nighttime routine you started to accept that maybe, just maybe, things were going to work out.

a/n: i rambled a little too much but these fools (me) always have sm to say!! things are turning around for now for gojo and reader, but we'll see if it stays that way... any thoughts/comments are always appreciated!!

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[suckunaa]

might get gojo ch. 3 up tonight!! but if not then tomorrow for sure. accidentally wrote more than i meant to 🥹

this week’s plans:

gojo fic ch. 3

nanami fic ch. 2

takuma ino ch. .5 intro smau

sukuna ch. 1 MAYBE!! i have a lot of muse to write this week, we just have to see if work kills me or not 😭

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this week’s plans:

gojo fic ch. 3

nanami fic ch. 2

takuma ino ch. .5 intro smau

sukuna ch. 1 MAYBE!! i have a lot of muse to write this week, we just have to see if work kills me or not 😭

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so tired of eating all my misspoken words - hockey!toji zenin x actress!reader

contains: f reader, this story will be 18+ only with nsfw themes throughout, sexting, foul language

summary - you and toji zenin hate each other. you hate the way people just let him get away with his smug, cocky attitude. he hates that "you just rub me the wrong way" is your answer whenever he asks why you don't like him - and so he pushes your buttons. after ending up on the receiving end of a spicy text sent to the wrong number, you strike up some sort of friends with benefits situation with a complete stranger. the two of you actually get along quite well, and before you know it a genuine friendship develops. but what will happen when you and your anonymous duo find out that the person on the other end is the person you both hate the most? well, that remains to be seen.

chapter .5 - an introductory smau (except i accidentally made it a lil long) (masterlist)

a/n: so in my head sexting would be a big part of this story but also i didn't know how much detail is too much lmao... lmk! fun fact: gojo changed the gc name to make fun of toji, who didn't get what "in the clurb we all fam" was. also in case you haven't read the more detailed plot summaries, this reader is nobara's older sister.

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wasting all our time, to think we could be casual - hockey!suguru geto x model/!reader

contains: f reader, this story will be 18+ only with nsfw themes throughout

summary - you and suguru geto are one of the internet's favorite couples. which you find hilarious, because the two of you aren't actually a couple. no, you're just friends with benefits because that's what works best for both of you. it's true, you do spend an awful lot of time together. and it's also true that you two are constantly posting each other on instagram, constantly interacting with each other on social media, constantly flirting in public. but you two also date other people, because you're both simply too busy for a serious relationship. but will your situationship be able to withstand the jealousy you both often feel, or is it destined to head for disaster?

chapter .5 - an introductory smau (masterlist)

a/n: phewwww i had to redo this one bc i didn't like what i had first but this!! i am excited for, might be accidentally turning myself into a geto girlie. also how many "we're just friends" stories am i going to write lmaooo

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going to get to geto, toji, and takuma’s intro smaus this weekend

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i once was poison ivy but now i'm your daisy - hockey!kento nanami x popstar!reader

summary - you were supposed to be a distraction. he was supposed to be a rebound. after finding out your now ex-fiance was cheating on you with one of your bridesmaids, you ended your relationship and swore off dating of any kind. after kento nanami's longtime girlfriend ended things because he was ready to get married and she wasn't, he decided he just needed to take some time to focus on himself. you two are just friends, your younger brother takuma on the same hockey team as kento, and as just friends, it's totally completely normal to start sneaking around behind everyone's back, right?

chapter 1 - but I bet we'd have really good bed chem (masterlist) (prev)(next)

word count: 4.4k

contains: nsfw topics, smut, oral (m receiving), thigh riding, foul language, 18+ MDNI (not proofread)

you caught yourself smiling at your conversation with kento, putting your phone down as you collapsed onto the couch in your dressing room. you had roughly twenty minutes alone before your team would barge in to help you get ready for your show. the show had been organized for fans, your team working hard to ensure they were who had gotten their hands on tickets and not scalpers.

you had, of course, also had access to a certain amount of tickets to give to whomever you wanted. some you’d sent to close friends, while you had let your brother have a handful to invite whoever he wanted. you had specifically said “you have six tickets for yourself and whoever you want to bring, like maybe yuji, megumi, kento.” your tone had been casual, scrolling through instagram while you spoke like it had been more of an afterthought than anything.

though it was already more than likely those three would have been included on takuma’s list, you had wanted to be extra sure that kento got an invite. you could have invited him yourself and it probably wouldn’t have raised too many eyebrows is any at all - but you hadn’t wanted to risk it. besides yuki and meimei, no one knew that you and kento had been spending a lot more time together ever since the night takuma had bailed on drinks with the two of you.

it was the last thing you had expected to happen, really. the two of you had always gotten along well, but you didn’t see each other often and it had been nice to catch up. catching up had turned into deeper conversations when it turned out that though he was thoughtful and reserved and you were loud and bubbly you still had a lot of similar interests. after three hours it was clear that while you were both ready to leave the cocktail lounge, neither of you wanted the night to end yet.

and so you had ended up at his place, your favorite reality tv show playing while you two sat awkwardly kind of near each other on the couch. reality tv wasn’t his usual choice of entertainment, but the way you had talked about the show so excitedly had intrigued him, and you were more than willing to rewatch it with him. he found your commentary insightful and funny, while you thought his frank analysis was refreshing and, as it turned out, kento himself was also quite funny.

it had happened slowly, you subconsciously scooting closer to him on the couch while you enthusiastically explained something to him. he had noticed, and at some point when you were completely wrapped up in what was happening on the screen he had slung his arm across your shoulder, pulling you close to him. “this seems a little more comfortable,” he explained when you looked up at him, a grin pulling your lips upward at his quiet confidence before you snuggled into him and returned your attention back to the tv.

you weren’t entirely sure how long you had cuddled up on his couch. you both grew more confident in the situation, his fingers brushing your arm up and down, slow and comforting. your hand rested on his thigh right above his knee, squeezing whenever something made you tense up. on and on it went, little touches exchanged between you two, neither pressing for more but content in the comfort it brought you both. you were sorely disappointed when you realized the time and decided you had to get home, untangling yourself from him with a sad smile.

he had insisted he drive you home even though you lived twenty minutes away and it was very late. “i can just grab an uber,” you had insisted, his head shaking in response. “nonsense, you were my partner in crime tonight, i have to make sure you get delivered home safely.” and you hadn’t fought it, eager to spend as much time with him as possible. and he had insisted on walking you right up to your front door, hesitating for a moment before he had leaned in and kissed you.

you hasn’t kissed anyone since you’d broken up with your ex six months ago, and it was electric. it wasn’t just that you, despite being a very physical person who needed lots of physical attention, hadn’t had a kiss in what felt like ages. no, it was the very obvious chemistry between you two - plus, kento was a damn good kisser.

he’d apologized after he pulled away, and when you asked why he said he wasn’t really ready for a relationship, but had really enjoyed spending time with you. you had assured him you felt the same, no interest in a relationship but that you did want to see more of him. that had been a month ago, and the pair of you had seen each other quite a bit. it was often late nights together, stealing away for the few precious hours of free time you both found in your busy schedules.

you’d never spent the night together, and the most you had ever done was make out. not casual, lazy make outs though. no, it was almost always heated between you two, moans freely escaping you as your tongues met, hips often rutting against each other desperately like you were horny teenagers. god, you wanted to fuck him so bad but you were waiting for him to move things that far. normally you would have been impatient, more assertive to get what you wanted but you didn’t mind not rushing things with kento - you were quite enjoying the build up.

besides, you could take care of yourself. you weren’t ashamed to admit you’d already fantasized about fucking kento a few times, your vibrator getting plenty of use while you imagined him inside you. god, even just thinking about that turned you on and you wondered if you’d have enough time to take care of the -

there was a sudden knock on the door, pulling you out of your thoughts and back to the present. you sighed, shaking your head as you got up to let your team in so you could start getting ready for the show.

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you felt exhilarated. you loved being on stage, performing for an audience that sang your lyrics back at you. the after show high was running through your veins, laughing along with your friends backstage. yuki and mei mei had been waiting in your dressing room by the time you had made it back there, full of grins and a bouquet of flowers for you - entirely unnecessary but your trio of friendship was an affectionate one.

takuma and his friends had made it your way eventually, you doing your very best to not appear over-excited to see nanami. you had both agreed that it would be best to keep things between you two (besides your best friends, of course), neither wanting unnecessary rumors and to be put under a microscope when you two were simply two friends enjoying each others company. there was also a part of you that was nervous about your little brother finding out. he idolized kento, and the last thing you wanted to do was make him feel like you were invading his space too much.

you wanted to spend time with kento though. you gave him a friendly enough hug while you muttered “come over to my place,” in his ear. you flashed him a small smile when you pulled back, the easy smile he gave everyone on his face as he simply said “you were incredible tonight.” a blush crept up onto your cheeks, batting your eyelashes at him in an attempt to distract how much of an effect he had on you. “glad you enjoyed yourself.”

yuji started talking to nanami then, and you took the opportunity to head back to your dressing room to take off all your makeup and change into comfortable clothes. checking your phone after you pulled a pair of sweatpants, you smirked as you saw a text from kento. “i’d love to come over.” you quickly texted him back, telling him you were leaving in ten minutes and coordinating when he’d get there.

he arrived to your place only a few minutes after you did, just as you had hoped he would. “hi…” you greeted him, unable to keep the smile off of your face before you threw your arms around him, pressing your body close against his. he instantly returned the hug, strong arms keeping you against him as he mumbled back a hi of his own. “you really were incredible,” he repeated his earlier sentiment. “it’s almost a little unfair, you’re already the most gorgeous girl and on top of that full of talent? leave some for the rest of us,” he teased.

you laughed, rolling your eyes as you pulled away, your hand dropping down to take his hand and tug him behind you as you moved to your living room. “that’s rich coming from mister face sculpted by the gods who also has god-level talent on the ice.”

he snorts gently behind you, and when you turn your head to look at him you find him smiling at your compliment. “you know it’s trueeee,” you sing-songed at him, pleased when you were rewarded with a laugh. you let go of his hand before you plopped down onto the couch. this had become the two of you’s routine: one of you would come over and you’d watch either a reality show (your choosing) or a documentary (his choosing), depending on which you watched last time. and then, inevitably, you ended up in a makeout session, usually heated but sometimes slow and sleepy.

you grabbed the remote, turning the tv before holding the remote out to him. “it’s a documentary night,” you said, waiting for him to sit down next to you. “mm, you choose tonight, yeah? i’m just gonna go grab some water first.” you arched an eyebrow up, pulling the remote back towards you as you shrugged. “well this could be dangerous…” you joked, flipping through different documentaries. “will you grab me some water too? please?” you called out as an afterthought, not sure he heard you until he came back with two glasses in his large hands.

you accepted the water, taking a long drink before putting your glass down on the coffee table in front of you, turning to him with a pout once he had done the same. “kennn, i can’t choose what if i accidentally pick something boring.” he reached for the remote, taking it from you swiftly and hitting play on something. before you had a chance to look and see what he’d chosen, his hands reached out to you and pulled you into his lap. “i’m sure i can find some other entertainment if this doc turns out to be boring,” he muttered, eyes gazing into yours as you adjusted yourself slightly, straddling his lap while your arms draped around his neck.

“oh yeah? i can’t possibly think of something more entertaining than -“ and before you could finish your sentence, kento had cupped your face with his hands and pulled your lips to his. you could have sworn he let out a sigh of relief as soon as your lips met. or maybe that was you, you weren’t sure because all your thoughts were starting to evaporate and all you could think of was how much you liked kissing kento nanami.

you didn’t wait long to deepen the kiss, tongue finding his as you moaned into the kiss. his hands slowly slid down your sides, landing on your hips where they found a home, latching on to hold you. your hips rolled forward, grinding against him and eliciting a groan from his throat. you pulled away from his lips, kissing down his jawline and making your way to his neck. you peppered his skin with kisses, lightly nipping at a spot that had him squeezing your hips.

“god, you make me so fucking horny, kento,” you whine breathlessly against his neck, grinding against his lap again. you could tell he was getting hard and you decided right then and there you didn’t give a fuck about taking things slow. you didn’t want him to go home in a few hours leaving you with just your imagination as you pressed your vibrator to your clit.

you were surprised when you felt his hands shift from your hips to the hem of your shirt, pulling your shirt up and over your head before tossing it to the side. while he had certainly groped your ass and ran his hands under your top to squeeze your breasts before, this was the first time he had made the move to undress you in any sort of manner, the first time he was looking at you topless with only a thin mesh bra that didn’t leave much to the imagination on.

he stared at your chest with a look of admiration you weren’t sure anyone had ever looked at any part of your body with before. his hands, which had went back to their place on your hips once your top was off, slid up your side, the feeling of his fingertips on your bare skin causing a shiver to run down your spine. you imagined this was how he was at museums, studying the curated displays with pure interest. and in that moment, the way he looked at you and the way his hands cupped your breasts, thumbs teasingly brushing over your hard nipples, made you feel like that; like a work of art.

you were so full of need and desperation, but you didn’t dare interrupt him. he leaned forward, pressing slow kisses to the swells of your breast, one of your hands reaching up to run your fingers through his hair on the back his head, small sighs of ecstasy leaving his lips. he caught you off guard with his next move, his lips still working to leave a mark on the top of your breasts when he bucked his hips upward, pressing the bulge in his pants against the sensitive space between your legs.

you let out a sharp gasp, lips forming into a pout as you tugged at his hair a little. “who knew you could be such a tease…” you muttered, earning a small chuckle in response. he gently bit at the skin he had been sucking, pulling away to admire his work on your tits. “let’s get you off then, mmm? gorgeous girl,” he finally replied, fingers playing with the waistband of your sweatpants. “you’ll need these off…” he murmured.

“only if you take your shirt off,” you negotiated, a condition he was only too happy to oblige. you stood up from his lap slowly, eyes just as fixed on him as his were on you. his shirt was gone quickly, though you took a little time to pull your pants completely off, a small payback for his teasing. you could tell he was trying to be patient, watching the way you swayed your hips as you slowly pushed the fabric down.

it turned out even kento nanami, the most thoughtful of gentleman, had a limit to his patience, reaching out to cover your hands with his, forcing your sweatpants off faster. “much better,” he approved, eyes scanning over the lower half of your body, left only in your bra and a matching pair of thin mesh panties. he pat his thigh, indicating for you to sit back down. you did as he wanted, one leg on either side of his thigh as you sat down, cunt throbbing at the sensation of the fabric of your panties being the only barrier between you and the fabric of his pants.

you leaned in at the same time he also leaned in, lips connecting again, your hips rolling every now and again. “needy, gorgeous girl,” he teased against your lips, words which drew out a low moan from you. you could feel his fingers trailing along the waistband of your panties, your hand reaching between the two of you to guide his hand lower, dragging his fingers down to the front.

“do you always get this wet so easily?” he teased, mumbling against your lips as his finger drew small circles over the wet patch on your panties. “shut up,” you replied, hips starting to roll back and forth just a little again. he grinned, pressing another kiss to your lips as his hands moved back to your hips. “ride my thigh, pretty,” he mumbled against your lips, using his hands to guide you.

not that you needed much guidance. you were so turned on by now that you needed some relief, and you were more than eager as you started to ride your pussy against his thigh. moans fell from your lips as your head tipped back, eyes closed as you snaked your arms back around his neck. kento didn’t waste anytime, his lips now latching on to your neck. he kissed around, hands still holding on to your hips as you continued to work your hips, building up the friction between your legs.

“how does that feel, darling,” he asked, nipping at your neck as you let out a louder moan. “it feels… so.. fucking good…” you spoke slowly, finding it harder to think of words the more the pleasure built up in your body. he let out a pleased hum at your response, one hand letting go of your hip to push your panties to the side, exposing your bare cunt. kento moaned at the feeling of your slick juices against his finger, your eyes snapping open as your head lolled forward, looking down to watch your pussy grinding against the fabric of his pants.

you could see the dark spot your wet cunt was making on his pants, moving your hips to ride his covered thigh faster. “fuck, i’m… i’m gonna… cum,” you got out between moans, feeling the tension pick up as you got nearer to the edge. “cum, pretty darling, cum all over my thigh,” he cooed, hands on your hips again as he helped you move faster, his thigh lifting up to add more pressure against your pussy. “god… fuck!” you cried out as you felt your orgasm hit, still riding his thigh desperately as waves of pure bliss crashed over you.

eventually, you slowed your movements down, his grip on your hips softening, his fingers now massaging slow circles into your skin. "you're so fucking pretty when you cum," kento spoke, peppering kisses all over your face before finding your lips again. "i made a mess on your pants though..." you mumbled between kisses, your hands cupping his face just to steady yourself. "i don't care," he replied simply, resting his forehead against yours. "you may not care, but i do," you said softly, your hand moving down to start undoing his pants.

"you don't have to do that," he murmured, his nose nudging yours. "tonight was all about you, rewarding you for doing such a good job on stage." though he didn't make any moves to stop you, instead lifting his hips up off the couch to help you once you stood up and repositioned yourself between his legs, pulling his pants down until they were at his ankles. he kicked them away, your hands roaming across the hard muscles of his chest as you kissed his lips repeatedly. "i've been dreaming about having your cock in my mouth," you confessed, earning you a gentle bite on the bottom of your lip from kento.

"that's funny, i've had the same dream," he said playfully, though you saw the way his breath caught in his throat as your hands cupped his cock through the front of his boxers. "well in that case, i think it's only right i make your dreams come true then." you grinned at him a little goofily, kento laughing softly in response. you moved your lips to kiss down his throat, making your way to his bare chest where you kissed what felt like every inch of exposed skin. you could feel his eyes trained on you, knew he was the kind of guy that liked to pay attention to every little detail.

you trailed down lower, tongue darting out to teasingly lick at his skin as you dragged it down, fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers. you didn't waste any time pulling them down, his cock freed from the confines of the fabric. "god, of course you're like the perfect size," you groaned, letting your fingers run lightly along his hard shaft before your tongue poked out again, licking his tip and the bit of precum that was already starting to leak out. his hands reached for your head, guiding you just a little but mostly because he wanted to be touching you in some capacity - he was, after all, a mostly patient man.

you let your tongue drag down his cock, taking your time as you dragged it back up and then repeated the process, over and over again until you had covered him completely with your saliva. kento was groaning out slowly, and you were pleased that he wasn't the type to just sit there silently - you liked knowing you were making him feel good. you finally wrapped your lips around his tip, sucking a little before you moved your head down to take a little more of him. you were taking your time, moving your lips down a little more before pulling back up, almost pulling off before you moved back down again.

you had taken a good amount of him between your lips before you finally started to pick up the pace, your head bobbing up and down at a steady pace as you sloppily sucked him off. your fingers lightly tickled his balls, just for a little bit, just enough to tease him, and you were rewarded with his groans shifting more into moans. your hand moved to wrap around the base of his cock, moving at the same rhythm your head bobbed up and down to jerk him off wherever your mouth wasn't.

"fuck..." he groaned before moaning your name out, gripping your hair a little more as he forced himself to keep watching you work on him, though what he really wanted to do was roll his head back and close his eyes. your mouth felt like absolute heaven around him, even better than he had imagined it would feel, because he hadn't been lying when this was something he had dreamed about - you weren't the only one who had masturbated to the thought of the two of you together.

"i'm not gonna last much longer, gorgeous," he groaned out, warning you so you could pull off if you didn't want to swallow. but you didn't mind, your mouth craving to taste more of him. instead of pulling off, you picked up the pace at which you bobbed your head up and down his hard, veiny length. you were telling him with your movements that you wanted him to cum in your mouth, and it only served to push him closer and closer to his release.

and then suddenly he was holding your head firmly, preventing you from moving as a mixture of curse words and your name left his lips, ropes of his sticky cum now running down your throat. you didn't mind your head being held in place, focusing on your breathing as you swallowed. you hadn't taken all of him in your mouth (you'd work on that later), and so your hand continued to stroke him where your mouth wasn't. the sensation was almost overwhelming to kento, and when he finally let go of your head he couldn't help but collapse back against the couch.

"holy shit..." he muttered, his eyes closed for a few moments while you slowly pulled your lips off of him. you cleaned up any stray bits of cum with your lick, trying to be mindful of his now overly stimulated cock. you stood up, leaning in to kiss him. he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to him, possessive and wanting you as close to him as possible. "i like tasting myself on your lips," he mumbled, earning a slight smirk from you. "kento nanami, who knew you were so dirty," you teased, pecking his lips over and over again.

he slid a hand down your back, cupping your panty-clad ass and giving it a firm squeeze. "i think maybe you're just a bad influence on me," he joked, a playful glint in his eyes as your own eyes rolled dramatically. "mmm, well i did manage to get you naked before you got me naked so you may be on to something..." you both laughed, for the first time realizing that while he was completely naked, you were still in your bra and underwear. "i don't mind, you could be covered head to toe and i'd still be insanely turned on by you."

his words brought a genuine smile to your lips, giving him a lingering kiss before you leaned closer in and buried your head in your neck. "you're so sweet ken, i hope you know how much of a good man you truly are." you spoke softly, him humming in response as he stroked your hair gently. the two of you sat like this for a few minutes, completely content to just bask in the silence and be together. well, it was't total silence. the documentary he had started was actually still playing, and you finally turned your head to see what it was.

"what even is this?" you questioned, looking back at him just in time to see him shrug. "no idea, i just hit play when i took the remote from you because i knew we weren't going to be paying any attention." smirks were rare to see on kento, but there one was, displayed casually on his lips. "will you sleep over tonight? i don't want you to leave." you spoke quietly, his head nodding in response. "whatever you want darling, you'll get."

and with that he stood up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you off to your bedroom.

a/n: pls be gentle i haven't written smut in ages. anyway!! i am a diehard nanami (and choso) girlie so i was so excited to write this. we're safe from the angst (for now).

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hate to be lame - hockey!satoru gojo x artist/influencer!reader

summary - you and satoru gojo have been best friends for years. you've also both spent years pining after each other on and off. when you like him he's wrapped up in a new relationship. when he admits to himself he has feelings for you, suddenly you're completely infatuated with the guy you just met at brunch. the timing never seems to be right and you're starting to think that just maybe, that's a sign that the two of you are better off as just friends.

chapter 2 - but I think you knew (masterlist) prev next

word count: 1.2k (slightly shorter chapter)

contains: f reader, swearing, slightly nsfw but nothing crazy (yet), a lil bit of fluff and a lil bit of angst 18+ only MDNI

he was so fucking embarrassed.

which was really saying something, as gojo wasn’t one who was easily flustered. he was much more used to being the cause of someone's flushed cheeks, stumbled over words, composure lost. it was his fucking fault, he had intentionally been teasing you when he'd gone to help you with your form while you did those stupid barbell rows. he'd been expecting to get a reaction from you, for you to squeal his name while you pulled away and shoved his chest gently.

that was the kind of reaction you usually gave him, and he loved knowing he had any sort of effect on you at all. but you had flipped the script on him as soon as your ass had pressed back into his crotch, his cock instantly twitching in excitement. his cool demeanor had instantly left him, and he had excused himself in a rush because he knew he was going to get hard quickly and wouldn't have been able to hide it.

he could admit it to himself, that the way he felt towards you was far beyond platonic. there were times, usually when he was drunk, he thought he might even be in love with you. but he had never been able to bring himself to be honest with you, because though there was the chance it would all work out he couldn't stop himself from thinking of worst case scenarios. he tells you about his feelings, you don't feel the same way, your friendship is never the same. or you two do get together, but end up breaking up, and never see each other again. when it came down to it, it all boiled down to one simple truth: gojo was terrified of losing you.

and so he ignored his feelings for you, convincing himself he was content with just friendship. that didn't stop him from lightly flirting with you though, teasing you and making suggestive comments that could usually be brushed off. but the fact that you had purposely rubbed your ass against his crotch not once but twice left his head spinning - it had also left him extremely turned on. and so, as he had confessed to geto after, he'd gone and jerked off in the gym shower. post-nut clarity had convinced him to not go running out to spill his feelings towards you. but it hadn't quite convinced him to just step back from the idea of the two of you together either.

"god, who knew i could be so fucking lame," he muttered to himself when he finally had walked out of the locker room, freshly showered and maybe just a touch more confident than when he'd left you. he swallowed hard as his eyes found your form, appreciating the way the skintight workout clothes clung to your shape. maybe he should take a fucking chance. maybe. he'd consider it. for now, he slung his arms around your shoulders, grinning down at you before asking "ready for brunch?"

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you had surprised yourself by being so bold earlier. you had enjoyed teasing gojo back a little too much, but the way he had quickly excused himself had left you wondering if maybe you'd misjudged the situation and had made him uncomfortable. but when the two of you had met up again after your workout, he was the same satoru you knew and were deeply attached to: all grins and mild affection.

mild affection that had seemed to amp up during brunch. you were trying to not read too much into it, mentally scolding yourself anytime your thoughts drifted just a little too much because you had just promised yourself you were going to move on from your feelings for him. it was hard to remember that though, when you were sat across from each other and he had taken your hand in his, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand while he gazed intently at you, hanging on to your every word.

or when he had brushed his leg against yours repeatedly, making no moves to apologize because it hadn't been an accident. you had raised your eyebrows at him the third time you felt his leg rub against yours for a few seconds, but all he had done was flash you his usual grin and kept on with his yapping. and then there had been the moment he had leaned in to brush a crumb away from the corner of your mouth, his thumb unnecessarily running across your bottom lip slowly.

everything he was doing was emboldening you, your thoughts shifting from wondering if he was doing this on purpose to being fairly confident that he was. the promise you'd made to yourself was long forgotten now as your foot teasingly rubbed his leg back while you rambled on about this art gallery that was opening up and how badly you wanted to get some of your pieces in it. your hand had landed on top of his that was resting on top of the table, nails absentmindedly lightly scratching the back of his hand and though you didn't call it out, you had seen the way his eyes had glanced at your hands together, had seen the way his grin had only grown.

"god what the fuck is happening," you thought to yourself, half-panicked. something had shifted between you two, you could feel it, and you were starting to feel almost delusional enough to do something about it. you unzipped your jacket as you leaned forward, taking note of the way his piercing blue eyes landed on your chest, the top of your breasts just peeking out from under the sports bra you were wearing. his attention was captured good.

"toruuu," you said softly, watching as his gaze slowly dragged back up to meet yours. "want to come over after we're done here?" you asked, adjusting the way you sat and you could see him fighting the urge to look back down at your breasts. "we could watch that movie you've been trying to get me to watch for ages, and maybe I can give your back a bit of a massage? to thank you for your help in the gym and all." a smirk tugged at your lips, your voice dripping with honey as you pouted a bit, as if you genuinely were only thinking about repaying his supposed kindness.

you were thinking about his back though. his shirt discarded while your hands slowly worked his muscles, the mere thought of your skin against his sending a shiver down your spine. you could tell he knew your intentions weren't purely innocent and his response seemed to prove to you that he was thinking the same thoughts. he took your hands in his, leaning in to press a kiss to he back of each of your hands before speaking. "I would love nothing more, petal." he placed your hands gently back down on the table, standing up and stretching before he reached into his pocket and handed you his wallet.

"let me just go to the bathroom real quick, if they drop the check off before I get back just pay with one of my cards." and with a wink, he turned around and headed to said bathroom. your cheeks heated as soon as he had turned away, letting out a breath as a grin formed on your lips. was this actually happening? had mei mei actually been right all those times she'd insisted that satoru was super into you? you pulled out your phone, knowing you were getting ahead of yourself but unable to stop yourself from texting your friend, giddy at like a schoolgirl with a crush.

before you knew it, at least ten minutes had passed since gojo had gotten up and you were starting to get slightly concerned. getting up, you headed towards the bathroom and within fifteen seconds spotted your tall best friend. relief washed over you, he was just chatting to someone and that wasn't unusual at all. he knew a lot of people, and even more people knew him and he had never been one to turn down a chat with a sports fan about hockey.

and then you realized who he was talking to. rumi. the woman he had ditched you for the other night at the restaurant opening. the one you had overheard talking to her friend about how she wanted to sleep with gojo to see if his dick was as big as everyone said. and the way she was standing close to him, her hand wrapped around his bicep intimately, the way he was looking down grinning at her the same way he'd been grinning at you fifteen minutes before, you couldn't help but wonder if they had fucked. and then you saw her lean up to kiss him and you suddenly turned away, refusing to watch them kiss.

you suddenly felt sick. and stupid. you had completely misread the situation with gojo, had been prepared to throw yourself at him back at your apartment and had thought he had wanted the same thing too. you were angry, at him, at yourself. you made your way back to the table, saw the check sitting there, tossed cash onto the table (because you were not going to let him pay for you) and left the restaurant without saying a word to him.

a/n: ahhh sorry if this chapter is messy, I had a vision for it and am not sure I executed it well but we move. just got a lil introspective with gojo

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[suckunaa]

ok if i don't get gojo and nanami chapter's posted today, i will tomorrow. exhaustion has hit me

if all goes my way, i’m planning on posting sukuna’s intro smau, gojo fic chap 2 and nanami chapter 1 tonight 🫶🏽

[suckunaa]

nothing ever stops you leaving - hockey!sukuna ryomen x a list actress!reader

your relationship with sukuna has always been a battle of two wills. both blessed (or cursed, depending on who you asked) with strong personalities, underneath the sharp words and heated fights, the two of you do really make a lovely couple. you're patient with him but won't hesitate to put him in his place, he doesn't mind all the complications that come with being with someone as famous as you and keeps you grounded. though you've broken up a few times, you two always come back together and you're certain you're meant to spend your life with this man. or at least, you were. you break up again - for good, according to you. you have a little secret of your own, and you know you can't let sukuna back in. too bad he's stubborn, but so are you and this time, you're determined to cut him out forever.

contains: f reader,. pregnancy, mature themes, 18+ only MDNI

chapter .5 - an introductory smau (masterlist)

a/n: ahhh i can't wait to get this story going!! based on the poll i'll be focusing on gojo and nanami's stories a little more, but i do intend to get to this one soon.

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[suckunaa]

if all goes my way, i’m planning on posting sukuna’s intro smau, gojo fic chap 2 and nanami chapter 1 tonight 🫶🏽