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𑣲⋆ | foryu. 22. music & film enthusiast. she/her. black!

relationship status: taken by nanami ᢉ𐭩

fluff & occasional smut (mdni)

latest work: sex talk at the diner | gojo

just be cool and we’ll be cool .⋆♱

﹫foryuiwill | ayo & no copying, republishing, or feeding my shit to ai! be cool.

lots of stupid sex talk and dumb jokes at a diner between early 20 something year old friends, mentions of virginity. au. no smut in dis. implied tho.

when you needed to vent, you called gojo satoru. the guy talked—a lot. but surprisingly, he made a great listener for all of your silly escapades. he was the only one you knew that would listen—poke fun—but wouldn’t judge or hold it against you.

you both sat in the diner, facing one another and stuffing your faces with chili cheese fries and shirley temples. the chili cheese fries they served could serve a family of eight, so of course you guys never bought the fries individually, but just shared it amongst each other.

“so,” gojo began, cocking his head back and dropping the fries in his mouth. “what’s got you all hung up this time?”

you sat back in the booth, sigh escaping your mouth with an accompanying eye roll. gojo remained looking at you, hint of a smile on his face while he scarfed down the fries.

“it’s actually quite stupid, to be honest,” you admitted, propping your face up with your hand.

“well, i’m sure it can’t be dumber than your last reason,” gojo teased, mouth still full of fries. “you’re very impressive with upping your score each time.”

you audibly smacked your teeth and flipped him off.

“maybe i should start keeping a scoreboard every time you call me to chat.

“are you done?” you asked nonchalantly, face still propped by your hand.

pointing his finger in the air, “or maybe you should bring one.”

his hand trailed towards the tray of fries beneath him until you yanked it away, leaving his fingers grasping at air.

“listen!” you yelled, then forced a frie in your mouth.

gojo’s shoulders dropped. he lifted his hands in defeat, motioning for you to continue with your story.

“i went on a date with this guy last night,” you began, looking and grabbing fries as you continued. “great date, nothing crazy. but once we reached my door, he just kissed me on the forehead and told me goodnight.”

you stared down at the fries a little longer, anticipating a response from gojo. when you looked up, he continued blinking slowly, eyes then moving to the left and right.

“and the problem is?” he questioned slowly.

you groaned, dropping your face into both hands, hands pulling your skin downwards as you looked back at gojo’s eyebrow raising.

“there’s not a problem—like at all,” you explained, taking a gulp from your untouched shirley temple”but i was expecting you know…” your shoulders began to move in an exaggerated rhythm. “a little wine and dine in my living room, and then maybe you know a little…”you cleared your throat and dropped your voice an octane. ‘this pussy is mine’ in the bedroom.”

your hands trailed towards the tray of fries beneath him until you slowly saw it being dragged away, lifting your head to see gojo pulling it with his eyes wide.

“are you sure you didn’t just scare him off?” he teased, smiling when the taste of fry touched his tastebuds

“goj!” you dropped your face back into your hands.

gojo snickered at your shame. “or maybe he didn’t want to just be like every guy.”

you raised your head, meeting his gaze—his gaze still on fries. “well, not every guy wants sex,” you began, taking a sip from your shirley temple again. “i mean a lot do, but i’ve told you about the guys i went on dates with, and all we did was just hang out.”

“or argue,” gojo shrugged.

you flipped him off again, meeting a flip off from him back. he dipped his head back and dropped a few fries into his mouth.

“but i just wanted this one specifically to really want sex.”

“so you like him?”

“no! not really,” you admitted, shrugging and leaning back against the booth. “he’s okay. a little bit too fascinated with blood but…it left me anticipating something kinky.”

gojo, sure he listened, was too busy trying to get the attention of a waiter for more fries to respond. everytime he tried to yell, he was just left sticking his finger in the air. you continued on anyway.

“can’t a girl just want some sex? a few strokes, nothing more?”

“why don’t you just call toji?” gojo asked, still not looking at you, hands getting more frantic trying to wave down a waiter.

you furrowed your brow and hit the table, hurriedly getting gojo’s attention again. he sat back in the booth like a puppy who didn’t get his treat.

“i don’t need sex that bad,” you pointed, voice a little raised. you placed your finger down and sighed. “and besides, as much as he’s good in bed, i’m not trying to deal with any of his stupid baby mama drama or his smart ass mouth.”

“fair enough,” gojo shrugged. “he does have a smart ass mouth.”

you continued drinking your shirley temple, watching gojo still fail to get a waiter. you scoffed at him.

“sir!” you screamed, grabbing the attention of a few patrons and finally— a waiter.

“can we get another order of the supreme chili cheese fries? ranch on the side, please?” you smiled, giving the waiter a thumbs up as he nodded.

you met gojo’s gaze, eyes wide and hands pressed to the table.

“i could’ve just did that,” he said blankly.” i didn’t want to be rude though…” he trailed.

you completely dickmatized: “okay maybe i’ll just call toji.”

“no, no you’re not gonna be that desperate now, are you?” gojo asked in protest, scrunching his face and raising his arms. “aren’t there other guys in your phone you could call? what about that guy, kento?”

you groaned, dropping your shoulders, thinking of the one that got away. “don’t remind me of him. i saw him and his wife’s new wedding photos and it made me drive 43 miles from where i was to toji’s.”

“oh girl,” gojo teased, shaking his head slowly and smacking his teeth.

“plus i’m tired of the same guys. i need something new and exciting,” you took a big gulp of your drink. “and maybe heavy…and a bit girthy.”

“not long?” gojo snickered.

“not right now, goj,” you said, no giggle escaping.

“you’re no fun,” gojo moaned. “and where are my fries?” he looked out into the busy diner.

“i just wish sex wasn’t this big thing everyone makes it out to be. i would love to just call kento and be like ‘saw the wedding photos!’ celebratory sex for the one time?’”

gojo continued looking out into the busy diner. head moving back and forth just in hopes of finding the fries.

“sometimes i wish i was a virgin still,” you admitted, almost in a whisper. “then maybe i wouldn’t be so hung up on dick all the time…or maybe i would,” you thought aloud, raising your brow.

gojo’s head turned back to you—almost immediately.

“trust me: you wouldn’t want that.”

you scrunched up your face, biting your bottom briefly. “i mean why not? are you not hung up on pussy?” you leaned back, folding your arms and nodding away. “i’m impressed”

“no no, it’s not that,” gojo responded. “i am, it’s just-” he stopped mid sentence, brow raising, eyes widening, and finger tapping the desk, trying everything and failing to concoct words.

the always talking gojo, ever so speechless now.

he shrugged in defeat. “i don’t know. i just know you wouldn’t want to be a virgin still.”

“are you talking in general or are you just talking me specifically?” you sipped, eyes still on him. your brows heavily furrowed.

you could swear you saw his cheeks redden. “where are these damn fries!” he banged the table with his fist, making you jump a bit. hair not in his face at all, his hand kept trying to bring it back anyway.

that’s when it hit you.

“or are you just talking you?”

he paused. sinking in his seat.

“one supreme chili cheese fries,” the waiter announced, dropping the food off. the fries lays waiting in the middle of the table, but yet, the one who wanted them so bad lays staring at you.

“me?” he scoffed, pointing to himself. “a virgin?”

“it’s literally fine if you are, go-”

his erupt laughter cut you off. he continue banging the table, leaning forward and shaking his head. you could tell you caught the eyes of more patrons.

you’ve seen him laugh so much that the way his eyes moved left and right as his neck strained forcing a chuckle out of his lips, you can tell this one was farce.

“gojo, answer me honestly,” you interjected, lifting your hands to him.

he stopped, still bent over with his eyes looking up at you.

“are you a virgin?” you asked, offering a sympathetic smile.

gojo dug his face into his hands, pieces of chili from his messy fingers gelling to his white hair.

“dude there’s absolutely nothing wrong with being a virgin,” you reassured, reaching for his hands, but his hands dove straight in the tray of fries, causing bits of chili to land on the table.

he forcibly stuffed it into his mouth. “yeah, when you want to be one,” he responded pitifully, mouth full of fries.

your mouth wanting to twitch into a smile, you bit your lip and fought against it. you leaned back trying to come up with the right words. some to express it wasn’t really a big deal…or at least something to flip the topic back to you, but you came up with:

“i mean at least you’re not like me, just wanting some damn genital all the time.”

you pressed your fingernails into your head, wanting to take back the words.

“but i do want some genital all the time!”

your eyes met the person behind gojo glaring at you. you mouthed ‘sorry’ and bent down.

“gojo, keep your fucking voice down,” you whispered, you’re gonna get us kicked out.”

he slowly placed a fry in his mouth. one by one, he kept going, not meeting your gaze once. you rolled your eyes and snapped your fingers at him, finally getting him to look at you.

“what?” mouth full and open for everyone to see the mashed potatoes.

you reached over and lifted his chin up, forcing him to close his mouth. he just stared blankly at you, cheeks full now.

“why do you think you’re still a virgin? only answer if you absolutely don’t mind me asking.”

he took an audible gulp and began tracing the table with the chili. “i don’t know. i think i just scare women off.”

“you?” a snicker breaking its way out of your mouth. you tried holding the sarcasm. “no way, not you.”

“i’m fucking doomed, aren’t i?”

“i mean,” you began, shrugging. “you’re a little loud, obnoxious, and out there sometimes what’s the word? expressive?” you teased. “did i say loud?”

“just put me out of my misery,” he said, voice low and pitiful.

you sighed, no longer wanting to see him suffer, although cute.

“okay goj, in all seriousness, it’s not that serious. it’s completely fine.”

haven’t you embarrassed me enough?” he barked. hey everybody! big virg-“ you reached over and clasped his mouth shut with your hands. but everybody was already looking.

inches away from each other, your eyes met. his blues were definitely even more striking from this close. you were in a far awkward position, but having your hand around his mouth was quite…satisfying.

although wide, his gaze softened under your touch. you could see his shoulders drop and feel his cheeks heat up.

remembering the eyes on you, you regained composure, refusing to let up.

you leaned back in your booth, your eyes remaining on him as you sat. he continued following your eyes, a soft smile appearing on his face.

“i’m acting crazy, aren’t i?” he asked, genuinely. he dropped another fry in his mouth. he gulped and stared at the tray. “i think it’s the fries.”

“goj, it’s really not a big deal, though. let’s change the topic, okay?”

“it’s fine! just don’t tell my friends, please. i need them to think i’m a hoe.”

i don’t even like your friends, is what you wanted to say, but you stuck your pinky out instead.

with a toothy grin, his pinky interlocked with yours. you both stayed like that, just above the chili cheese fries. your fingers felt warm all of a sudden. the fries were on the table for a while, so you knew it wasn’t the heat. you then felt your cheeks warm up.

you pulled back immediately.

“goj,” you began slowly, voice in a soft whisper. “answer me honestly one last time.”

“you and this honesty thing—it’s getting me into a world of trouble.”

you snickered at his response, and took a deep breath. “don’t get too excited…but would you maybe want to have sex with me?”

your eyes trailed as a bit of chili fell from his hair and onto the table.

he raised his glass of shirley temple—his first time touching it all night—and took three large gulps.

he met your gaze again. you sat there, leaning back waiting for answer, gripping the seat with your nails. “i-i mean, what about our friendship?”

“i could just call toji,” you moved as if you were about to grab your phone.

he reached over against the table, and grabbed your arm. you looked beneath him, snickering as chili was all over his white shirt, but he didn’t seem to mind—just staring and smiling at you like a lost kid who found his mom in the mall.

“yes! i’m down,” he squealed beneath you. he quickly shook his head and leaned back, arms folded. he audibly cleared his throat.

“where should we meet, then?” he asked in a faux deep voice.

“well if you can get the waiter for the check: as soon as we l-”

“sir!” gojo yelled from across the diner with both hands around his mouth.

an | i had too much fun writing this. i could see a part two in the future…

mdni

who has you straddled over his lap alone in the dimly lit cathedral. his large hands firm at your waist, holding you steady against the folds of his robe. his head pulled back and eyes shut as desperate, heavy breaths escape his lips rough and uneven. his prayers to god starting to fall apart against your ear, stuttering helplessly for god’s forgiveness again and again.

your face lying gently between the crook of his neck, fingers slipping beneath his collar while your lips trail slowly beneath his jaw and ear. the slick touch of your tongue drawing a shudder from him, breaking the quiet recitations of his sermon. his grip tightening around your waist, feeling his heavy cock press against your soaked panties, just begging for entry as you teasingly grind against his now damp robe.

his fingernails piercing into your skin hard enough to pull a wince from you, forcing you to bite down against your lip to keep quiet. still grinding against his cock, your panties soak further, leaving you to moan soft, hollows pleas in his ear. just the pure sound of your pretty voice undoing his composure, his head falls to your shoulder.

your hand feels for his hair, fingers intertwining with his sweaty blonde strands draped over his forehead. you gently pull him to look at you, grinding even slower to feel all of him. his cock still hard beneath you, his breaths still unsteady, he obliges under your touch, and his teary hazel eyes meet yours.

lost in what to do next, he stays still as you gently move the strands out of his face, leaning back for him to see all of you exposed, with just a shameless skirt and laced panties. his breath hitches at the sight of your glorious tits. lovesick eyes, a beating heart, and a cock that can’t wait any longer, he pulls you closer to him and presses his lips against yours.

part two for you lovelies! find part one here ♡

widowedgirldad! nanami who heavily considers leaving his life of sorcery after your little girl has a nightmare that he left and didn’t return home. he rushed to the sound of her sobs coming from her bedroom and quickly nestled her into a warm hug.

“papa, you were gone-i tried to find you, i called for you and- “ your little one cried, only choking through her explanation.

“shh,” nanami whispered, tugging her closer into his chest. swallowing the harsh taste in his mouth, nanami slowly turned to cup your little one’s face. “see, i’m right here, baby. i’m here. daddy’s not going anywhere.”

she sniffled, looking her father in the eyes, reality kicking in that her papa hadn’t gone anywhere—that he had no intention to.

“i dont want to lose you, too” she admits in a whisper, bottom lip extending out.

the words hit him like a slash to the abdomen, and yet he had experienced many of those, but none ever as sharp as her words.

“lay down, honey.”

your little one quickly obliged, your husband following suit as he laid next to her.

legs having no choice but to hang over your little one’s princess bed, minimal room to stretch, nanami didn’t want it any other way. he stayed with his arms wrapped around her, clinging her close to his chest, hoping she could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat against her back.

“i’m here,” he whispered throughout the night until her sniffles transitioned to light snoring, his fingers softly intertwining with her curls.

widowedgirldad! nanami who tells his boss he’s leaving work early, the thought of you weighing heavy on his mind.

widowedgirldad! nanami who instead of driving home, goes to the nearest flower shop to buy your favorite flowers to lay at your gravesite. still in his suit and sitting in the grass beside you for hours, he gushes about your little girl’s achievements and talents, her new imaginary friend that he admittedly can’t stand, and how the nightmare she had about his disappearance had frightened him severely—far more than he’d like to admit. staring at your name etched into stone, nanami catches himself thinking how he would rather you get to experience all of this than him. feeling his chest ache, he got himself off the ground and dusted off a few lingering blades of grass on his suit pants. before leaving, he kissed your headstone twice—one from him and your little girl.

widowedgirldad! nanami whose knees are starting to ache from crouching outside of your little girl’s school, waiting for her to come running out of the school with the biggest bouquet of your favorite flowers (flowers he bought for her as well). still with his suit on in the unforgiving sun, he waits patiently. soon your little girl comes dashing out and to his welcoming arms, painting a full smile on nanami’s face before lifting and spinning her in the air.

“are those for me?” his little girl excitedly asked, reaching for the pretty flowers.

“oh these?” nanami teased, glancing at the flowers and turning back to his little girl. “your mommy told me to get them for you.”

your little girl squealed in glee and wrapped her arms around nanami’s neck.

“mommy’s the best!”

widowedgirldad! nanami who takes off of from work and calls your school to excuse your little girl’s absence on mother’s day just to spend the whole day with his daughter. yuji showed him the tiktok trend where you write places and activities on a card and let your little one pick. of course him always spoiling his princess, he ended up doing the card she didn’t pick as well for multiple rounds.

widowedgirldad! nanami who is the furthest from being photogenic but has a bunch of selfies and videos with his little girl. lots of smiles, funny faces, ballet videos, and their tea party gatherings where you can tell he’s extremely exhausted and still in his suit.

widowedgirldad! nanami who’s quick to correct people at your little girl’s dance recitals when they say “i don’t know what she would’ve done without you.” he responds: “no, i don’t know what i would’ve done without her.”

widowedgirldad! nanami who lets her win at pillow fights so he can get her into bed quicker. as he kisses her forehead twice, he winches at a slight pain that shoots through his shoulder.

widowedgirldad! nanami who returns to work the next day and opens his briefcase to a bunch of crafts and drawings that could only be done by one small individual. as he lifted up one of the drawings, a tear threatened to leave his eye. “me + u + mamy so u dnt git lon lnly” it read with butterflies and birds scribbled everywhere.

a faint smile touched his lips before he looked up at the ceiling, hoping you could hear him talking to you. “look honey, she even spells like you.”

suggestive language, mentions of violence, some angst

you weren’t particularly a morning person, but somehow the universe knew to wake you up just in time to watch your fiance kento get dressed for work.

you awoke to the sight of him leaning forward, both hands resting against the dresser. veins slowly rose beneath the skin of his forearms and along his huge biceps from the pressure. he stayed there quietly, staring down at the surface of the dresser.

his crisp-ironed blue button down still hadn't made it on.

the soft light from the window captured everything. you had a clear view of his sharply defined back, your eyes instinctively tracing the red and purple marks across his skin. a few of them you recognized as yours, but most of the others you knew came from from a brutal line of work you couldn't understand - one you refused to understand. scars that were rougher. older. and permanent.

a tired sigh escaped his lips as he lifted his hand to push back the blonde hair that was messily draped over his forehead. through the mirror, you caught sight of the weariness in his hazel eyes. you wanted to call for him to sleep more, but you knew this was a tiredness a few more hours of sleep couldn't fix. he once again dropped his head, a few strands following suit.

your eyes darted to each bit of tenseness: in the bags under his eyes; in the slight crease between his brows; in the heavy exhale that escaped his lips once again as he finally reached for the neatly folded blue button down resting beside him. you watched as the shirt stretched briefly across his broad shoulders before settling against his muscular figure. for a moment, the shirt hung open, showing off the sharp, cut lines of his chest and stomach. a sight that made your heart flutter.

methodical even when exhausted, his fingers quickly worked up his button down, fastening each button with studied, experienced precision. his strong hands aligned each button without having to look, eyes too busy fighting sleep whenever he blinked but still glued to the mirror.

one by one, you watched your fiancé hook each suspender to the waistband of his slacks. he was probably the only young man in existence to still wear suspenders, but god, did you think it looked good as hell on him. the quiet metal clasp clicked softly through the room, causing him to look your way in the bed. it was the widest you've seen his eyes so far this morning.

you knew he had already seen you wide awake, but you always hid underneath the covers once he caught you staring.

accepting defeat, you peeked at him from beneath the covers. he faced you now.

his brown suspenders framed the broadness of his chest now, the blue button down fitted neatly against his shoulders, blonde hair still slightly disheveled despite his attempts to fix it. even tired from trying to carry the world on his shoulders, standing there half-dressed, he was handsome. unfairly handsome.

he reached for his yellow necktie covered in irregular black dots. watching him put it on was by far your favorite part of his morning routine - and now you had a front view of it all.

“honey, why are you up?” nanami questioned, his voice in a soft whisper. “i hope i didn’t wake you.”

"no you didn’t wake me," you began, scanning him from head to toe. “you're just very distracting."

a faint twitch tugged at the corner of his mouth, threatening him to smile before slightly tilting his head and draping the tie neatly beneath the collar of his button down.

his eyes never left you.

not even as his broad hands moved slowly against the fabric, looping it over itself with practiced precision. the motion drew a subtle flex through his torearms and biceps beneath the the blue shirt. as he tightened the knot with one smooth pull, you watched as his sharp jaw tensed right before adjusting it carefully against his throat.

"i'm only getting dressed for work, darling," he voiced, his back resting against the dresser now.

"exactly," you retorted softly. "but i wish you could see how desperately you need rest, kento."

"i can't just rest, honey," nanami sighed, folding his arms and letting his head fall. "those kids out there.." he trailed off, head shaking in thought.

for a moment, the room fell quiet. he quickly lifted his head fully toward you, finality in his eyes. not coldness. not anger.

"those kids at that school: they need me," he shook his head, biting his bottom lip before twisting his mouth to speak again. “so no, i can't just rest."

your chest tightened. you wanted to shout "i need you!" but you already had these conversations with the stubborn blonde far too many times and you knew how it ended.

when it came to yuji, megumi, nobara, takuma...

you couldn't win.

his hand reached for one more item behind him, but instead of grabbing it immediately, his fingers searched frantically. his brows pulled together as his hand searched blindly across the dresser.

you bit down on a smile beneath the blankets as he exhaled through his nose.

"have you seen my glasses?" he asked, raising his brow at you.

your faint smile turning devilish, as you slowly lifted the familiar set above the comforter before burying them back down between your legs.

"well i know you can't miss work," you said innocently. "but can you at least be late?"

the faintest twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"i really need my glasses, darling."

"really? just show me how bad you need them then."

he stared at you for a moment from across the room. then with another sigh of resignation, his fingers moved to the knot at his throat, yanking it down with a hungry force that made your tummy flip.

as much as you loved watching him put the tie on, you loved watching him take the tie off even more.