Mr. Lover boy
Warnings : fluff, childhood friends, childhood trauma, comedy, smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Kidnapping, biting, size difference, BDSM, Yandere Gojo, protective, jealous, obsessive, happy ending....
( All characters are aged up/18+)
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Gojo's pov
I was at my home. Tired. College really sucks. I just took a shower. I really need some sleep. I let myself fell on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Then that one memory came back to my vision. The one I can never forget about till the day I die. I was a kid but that memory is still crystal clear to me. That memory comes to my mind every single day.
Flashback. 5year old Gojo.
I was five years old. I wasn’t allowed to do anything. No school with other kids. No friends. No dirty hands, no scraped knees, no cake at birthday parties. Because I was “too special,” “too rare,” “too valuable to risk.” I was a trophy for my parents, and I hated it. They gave me every toy money could buy, every glittering distraction a child could want. Trains that moved on voice command. A rocking horse carved from ancient oak. Dollhouses taller than him. But it all meant nothing if no one could play with me. I wasn't allowed to play with anyone. It hurt me so much. And so, on one of the rare days I was allowed “out” to the private, highly-guarded park they brought me, sat me on a clean blanket with my toys, and told me not to talk to anyone. I watched the other children with burning eyes. Chasing each other. Laughing. Screaming. Messy hair. Dirty elbows. Happy. My heart ached like I didn’t know it could.
I wanted to play with them. I picked up my wooden airplane and set it down again. There was no joy in pretending to fly when the sky was caged. I stared at the toys in my hands. “Hi.” a small girlie voice said. My head snapped up. A girl stood at the edge of my blanket. Same age as me. Big eyes, shiny hair, soft cheeks still full of baby roundness. She looks pretty. She smiled. “Can I play with you?” she asked. For a moment, I didn’t speak. No one had ever asked me that before. “…Yes,” I said finally, voice quiet but hopeful. “Yes, you can.” I said softly. What if she runs away and doesn't play with me if I show her my excitement? She sat beside me. We exchanged names. Y/N. I repeated it in my head five times to memorize it. She had a cute laugh, and her hands were warm when she touched mine to take a toy from me. We played together for hours. The guards didn’t interfere. Maybe because they were stunned. Maybe because… I was smiling.
Every visit to the park after that, I searched for her. And she came. Like clockwork. We played tag, house-house, pretended we were parents and had a pet dragon. I let her name the dragon. She’d always bring a snack to share. I'd always bring a toy just for her. We were playing house house. She was the wife, I was the husband. We had a pretend plastic baby. “You’re home from work,” she said in a tiny adult voice. “I brought… um… cookies,” I replied, handing her a leaf. And then, out of nowhere, she leaned in and pecked my cheek. I froze. My ears turned pink. “Why’d you do that?” I whispered. “Because you’re my husband, mumma papa do that” she replied, like it was obvious. And my five-year-old brain, soaking in everything like a sponge, remembered how my parents always kissed because they were “married.” So, very seriously, I leaned in and gave her a tiny kiss on the lips. She blinked. I blinked. Then she giggled, and my whole face burned. It was my first kiss. And I didn’t even know what that meant.
One day, we exchanged gifts. I gave her my favorite bracelet—gold, with a tiny bell on it. She gave me a small pendant. A silver charm in the shape of a heart. “For good luck,” she said, “if you ever get scared or lonely.” I never told her I already was. Every day. But then… she didn’t come back. Not the next day. Not the day after. A week passed. A month. I kept coming. Kept waiting. Kept hoping. No Y/N.
End of flashback
Now, fifteen years later, I lay on my back in my bed, fingers brushing the thin chain I wore under my tshirt. The pendant still hung from it. Slightly tarnished, but never forgotten. I never told anyone about her. Only Geto knew. It was my memory. The one time I wasn’t only Gojo, the heir of gojo clan. I was just Satoru. A lonely kid with a toy airplane and a stolen kiss. I closed my eyes, the ghost of her giggle still echoing somewhere deep in my head. “I wonder where you are now, Y/N…” I smiled faintly. “…and if you ever think of me too.” then I went to sleep. If there's really a God I hope I'll get to see her again.
Next day in class I wasn’t paying attention. Again. Professor Yaga’s voice blurred into background static as I leaned back in my chair, staring through the window like it held all the answers I’d never get. The pendant under my shirt was warm from my skin. My fingers brushed over it, again and again habitually. Obsessively. Thinking of her again. It’d been years, and yet the memory of that girl… that tiny smile, that soft voice saying my name like it meant something. It clung to me like perfume on an old shirt you can’t throw out. "Oi." A hand smacked my arm. I blinked and turned to suguru, who looked at me like I just confessed to murder. “You’re zoning out again,” he muttered. “Let me guess. Her?” I shrugged, eyes drifting back to the sky outside. “Maybe.” I replied. suguru scoffed. “Bro, you were five. You don’t even know if she was real. You sure she wasn’t just, like, a Disney hallucination?” “She was real,” I replied flatly. He raised an eyebrow. “Okay, but you still remember her face? After ten years?” I looked down at my desk, fingers gripping the edge. “…fifteen years,” I corrected. He snorted. “You’re hopeless.” Maybe I was. The classroom door clicked open. Who came this Late?
All heads turned. I saw a girl standing there. She's new here. And my brain short-circuited. She stepped inside, breathless, muttering an apology to the professor with a sheepish smile and flushed cheeks. She looks Gorgeous. No—ethereal. The kind of beautiful that makes anyone forget their own name. My heart stopped. No clue why. She seems familiar. She scanned the room. All the seats were taken—except mine. Then her eyes landed on me. She walked over, stopping beside my desk. “Hi… is this seat taken?” she asked. Her voice. Her voice hit me like a train. I knew it. I didn’t know how. But I knew it. “…No. It’s yours,” I said quickly—too quickly. She smiled, soft and polite. “Thanks.” She sat beside me. I turned forward, but I didn’t hear a word the professor said after that. All I could think was....Why do you feel so familiar? I didn’t even realize I was staring until Suguru leaned over, cupping his hand to whisper against my ear like the snake he is. “Damn, you already in love, Romeo?” I shot him a glare. He smirked. “She hot. You dying.”
“I’m not—” I was about to say “You’re imagining your wedding vows already.” he cuts me off. “I will strangle you.” He leaned back casually, eyes twinkling. “yeah yeah....i just witnessed you simping over a girl” he said and I rolled my eyes. I didn’t hear a single thing from the last half of class. My brain was a thick fog of memories and questions, all circling her. The new girl. She didn’t speak to me again after sitting beside me. She focused entirely on the lecture, scribbled notes with a neat hand, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear every five minutes like she’d been trained to hypnotize me. That's when I noticed...... The bracelet. Delicate. Thin. Gold. And hanging from it.... a tiny bell. My heart stopped when I saw it. My whole world stopped. Because I remembered that bracelet. I gave it to her. To Y/N. At five years old, it had slid off my tiny wrist too easily. But I had picked it myself from my toy chest. It had a bell because I thought it made her laugh. And now it was on the wrist of a girl I couldn't stop staring at. Coincidence? Maybe. But I’ve never believed in coincidences.
Class ended with the usual scraping of chairs, voices rising, Suguru stretching next to me and yawning. I turned. she was packing her notebook into her tote. She stood, adjusted her strap, and was about to walk toward the door. And I panicked. I shot up faster than I should’ve. “Wait!” She stopped, blinking in surprise. Her lips parted slightly as she looked at me, confused. “Yeah?” she asked. I paused, tried to play it cool. My voice came out… a little too fast. “…Your name. What’s your name?” I asked. She tilted her head, caught off-guard by how serious I must’ve looked. Or sounded. But she answered. Softly. “Y/N L/N.” she replied. My world—stopped. My ears rang like someone had just screamed inside my skull. Y/N. Y/N L/N!!!!! The name I never forgot. The girl I waited for at the park like a fool. The girl who disappeared like a dream. I kept my expression still. Didn’t let the flash of realization reach my eyes. Not yet. “…Pretty name,” I said, forcing a smirk. She smiled and replied. “Thanks.” And then she left.
“What was that?” Suguru asked, nudging me with his elbow. I slowly sat down, brain still buffering. “…That was her,” I said, almost dazed. Suguru frowned. “Her who—?” he asked. “The girl.” I replied. He blinked. “The girl?” I nodded once, still staring at the door. “Oh shit.” He let out a long breath. “Yeah.” I replied. Later that week, Shoko found her. Of course she did. They shared a psych class, and Shoko being Shoko, dragged her into our circle without warning. And thank god she did. “I found someone interesting,” she said, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her over to our table outside. And there she was. Y/N. Laughing. Talking. Sitting across from me. "Oh you're the guy who gave me a sit that day, right?" She asked looking at me. God it feels to see her talk to me again. "Yeah" I replied. "You know... Idk but your face seems so familiar" She said. "Really?" I asked. "Yes... What's your name? I forgot to ask your name" She said. "Gojo.... Gojo Satoru" I replied. "Gosh you may think I'm weird but I think I've heard your name before" She said. "No no I don't think you're weird at all....maybe we're connected to each other lol" I replied and she laughed. Suguru just smirked at me. And now that I was really looking…It was her. That smile. That laugh. She had no idea who I am. Not yet. I wouldn’t tell her just yet. Not until I was ready. Because this time, I wasn’t going to let her disappear again.
A week passed since I found her again. Since she walked into that classroom, sat next to me, and unknowingly turned my entire world upside down again. Y/N L/N. She still didn’t know who I was. But I knew her. I remembered her. And I wasn’t ready to tell her just yet. Not until the right moment. The rain was falling in soft waves outside Shoko’s apartment, thunder rumbling low in the distance. We were all squished into her living room—beanbags, throw blankets, pizza boxes, and soda cans everywhere. Shoko, Suguru, Nanami, Mei Mei, Y/N, and I. And of course, we were playing Truth or Dare, because what better way to destroy friendships? Y/N was curled up next to Shoko, legs tucked under her, hair braided loosely over her shoulder. I pretended not to look at her too much. I was failing. “Okay!” Shoko clapped, “Y/N. Truth or dare?” she asked. Y/N blinked, laughing. “Uh… truth, I guess?” she replied. “you once said that the bracelet you always wear has a story. What’s the story behind that ?” shoko asked. My heart froze. I leaned in just slightly, pretending to take a sip of my drink. Y/N glanced down at her wrist, and for a second, I saw something flicker in her eyes. Nostalgia, maybe. “Oh… this?” she said, gently touching the gold band. The bell gave a soft jingle. “It was a gift. A long time ago.” she said.
“Boyfriend?” Mei Mei teased. Y/N smiled and shook her head. “No. I was a kid. I used to go to this park when I was five, and there was this boy I played with. Every time I went to the park, he’d run to me with some new toy.” she said. My chest squeezed so hard I forgot to breathe. “He gave it to me before I stopped going,” she added softly. “I guess I just never stopped wearing it.” Suguru glanced at me sideways. I quickly looked away. “Wow. That’s oddly sentimental for you,” Shoko said, a little surprised. Y/N shrugged, her smile still soft. “yes....but you know I feel so guilty that I neither remember his face nor his name. It really hurts me” she said. I didn’t say a word. Just sighed under my breath. After a few more rounds Suguru daring Mei Mei to prank call Nanami’s crush, Shoko admitting she peed in a pool once it was my turn. “satoruuuu,” Suguru grinned like a devil. “Dare.” I replied. “I dare you to take off your shirt. Show it.” Suguru smirked. “Classic dare.” I smirked and grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and yanked it off. “you wanna see your dream body?” Suguru, not to be outdone, whipped his own shirt off. “I got better yk.” Nanami shook his head. “Why am I here.”
Y/n's pov
“Gojo,” I said, interrupting the laughter, voice a little too sharp. “Where’d you get that necklace?” I asked. He blinked, looking down at the chain. “This?” he asked. “Yeah,” I said. “The pendant.” I said. He was still shirtless, still smug, but his expression flickered just for a second. “…It was a gift,” he said softly. “From who?” I asked. I knew I was pressing now. But I had to. My heartbeat was thundering in my chest. Gojo tilted his head and gave me the most unreadable, amused smile. “You tell me,” he said softly. My eyes widened. The room started to fade. No freaking way. “it was you?????!!!!” I almost screamed. His smile deepened, smug and stupid and beautiful. “Took you long enough.” he replied. My mouth fell open. “You knew? You knew it was me this whole time?!” I asked. He shrugged casually. “Recognized the bracelet. First day you sat beside me.” he replied. “You didn’t say anything?” I swatted his arm. “You jerk! I’ve been wondering what happened to you for years.” He laughed—bright and full and unapologetic. “I was planning to tell you eventually. But it was more fun watching you figure it out.” he said. “You’re evil,” I grumbled, but I was smiling. So much. “God. I can’t believe this. All this time… we’ve been in the same college” I said. “I knew your name the moment you said it,” he interrupted, voice softer now. “Y/N. How could I forget?” I stared at him, overwhelmed. “Why didn’t you say anything? Not even after class that day?”
Gojo’s gaze dropped to his pendant. He rubbed his thumb over the charm, just once. “Because back then,” he said slowly, “you left. One day you just didn’t show up anymore. I waited. And waited. I thought maybe you forgot me. Or I made it up. So this time, I didn’t want to push it. If it really was you… I wanted to wait. Let you recognize me.” he said dramatically. But God. That hit harder than I expected. I swallowed. “I didn’t leave because I wanted to. My family moved suddenly. I didn’t even get to say goodbye.” I replied. He looked at me for a long second. “it's ok...” he finally said, lips quirking, “you’re here now.” I smiled, feeling my heart swell with something warm and electric. “Yeah,” I said softly. “I’m here.” And just like that, everything felt lighter. We became friends again!
The next day. College was buzzing like usual too many people, too many voices, too much sunlight for a Wednesday morning. I walked down the hallway with Shoko, sipping my overpriced coffee and trying to shake off the sleep still weighing down my brain. I was listening to her rant about the dumbest thing a classmate said during psych class when something ahead caught my eye. More like someone. Gojo. He was leaning casually against the lockers, hands in his pockets, stupid white hair looking like it belonged in a shampoo commercial. And next to him—some girl I didn’t recognize. Black hair. Soft, prim clothes. Kind of… uptight looking. But she was smiling at him. Laughing. And worse? She touched his arm. Her hand was on his damn arm! I blinked. My steps slowed. Something weird twisted in my stomach....not anger, not confusion. Just… uncomfortable heat. “Who’s that?” I asked Shoko, subtly nodding in their direction. Shoko followed my gaze, squinted once, then rolled her eyes. “Oh. Utahime.” she said. “Utahime?” I asked. “she's a student here. Has a mild-to-severe Gojo obsession. She’s harmless though. He doesn’t like her like that.”
My eyebrows rose. “Wait, seriously?” I asked. “Mhm. She’s been trying for months. You’re new, so you haven’t seen the full saga yet. But don’t worry—he’s never entertained her. Thinks she’s too high-strung.” she replied. “Oh.” I said. Casually. Totally not too fast. Not like I cared. At all. I turned away like it didn’t matter, trying to push the weird… bubbling feeling in my chest down. But Shoko smirked at me. “You jealous?” she asked with a grin. “What? No,” I scoffed. “Of course not.” I said. “You are,” she sang. “I’m not—” “You’re definitely jealous.” she cut off my sentence. “I literally just didn’t know who she was!” I said. “You sound so defensive,” she snickered, sipping her drink. “It’s cute.” I glared at her. But whatever. Moving on. Because I saw gojo walking towards us I don't want him to hear anything.
Gojo strolled toward us, annoyingly effortless in every step, and my traitorous eyes couldn’t help but notice the way the morning sun hit his cheekbones like the universe personally lit him. Nope. Not thinking about that. Not at all. Not after Utahime’s hand was on his arm like she bought it. Shoko was still grinning at me like a devil. I straightened up quickly and blurted out the first thing that came to mind as Gojo got within earshot. “Anyway,” I said, voice overly bright, “my mom says hi.” I declared. Gojo blinked. “...Your mom?” he asked. “Yeah!” I said quickly, pretending not to hear Shoko’s quiet snort. “I was telling her about you guys. how we’re all in the same group now. and I mentioned, you know… you. That we used to know each other as kids.” I said.
He perked up at that, all smug amusement. “Oh? Am I famous in the L/N household now?” he asked. “Maybe?” I replied with a smile. “Anyway, she kind of got excited. She wants to invite you guys over.” I said. Shoko raised an eyebrow. “Us guys?” she asked. I nodded. “Yeah. You, Mei Mei, Nanami, Geto... and especially Gojo.” I looked at him. “She wouldn’t shut up after I told her you were that childhood friend.” I said. Gojo grinned like he’d just won the lottery. “Wow. Look at me. Winning over moms without even trying.” he said with a smirk.”. “She used to go to the park with me which is why she remembers you” I said. “So when are we going?” shoko asked. “This Saturday, let's go to the class room I've to tell the others” I said.
Saturday came too quickly. The evening was buzzing with voices and laughter. Everyone came—Shoko, Mei Mei, Geto, Nanami, and of course, Gojo, who somehow looked like he belonged even in my living room, sitting cross-legged on the floor in a hoodie and sweatpants like he hadn’t grown up in luxury and silk. My mom loved it. She was absolutely thriving having all of them here, fluttering around with snacks, asking if anyone wanted seconds before we even finished firsts. The dining table was full—of food and conversation. Nanami was trying to argue with shoko about the stock market, Geto was halfway through a story about a haunted dorm room, and mei mei was already on her second glass of wine and whispering fake fortunes into everyone’s ears. And Gojo sat beside me. Our knees kept brushing under the table, and I wasn’t sure if it was on purpose or accident, but every time it happened, I forgot how forks worked for a second. Halfway through dinner, my mom spoke. “You know,” she said casually, spooning some curry onto Nanami’s plate, “I still have those pictures. From when Y/N and Gojo used to play in the park.”
I blinked. “Wait, what?” I asked. She smiled warmly. “From when you were five. I used to take that little pink camera everywhere. You two were so adorable. I still have the photos somewhere.” she said. “You never told me you had those!” I said, my voice half shocked, half laughing. “Where are they?” I asked. “I’ll get them after dinner,” she promised with a proud grin. “They’re in the photo boxes in the cupboard. Oh, you’re all going to love them.” she said. Geto sat up straighter. “Oh, absolutely yes. We’re seeing baby Gojo content tonight?”he said. Gojo groaned into his hands. “Oh no…” I glanced at him and couldn’t help the giggle. He looked genuinely nervous, cheeks a little flushed. It was… weirdly cute.
We all gathered in the living room like it was storytime at daycare blankets piled up, cushions thrown everywhere, plates of leftover dessert balanced on knees. My mom came in with a huge plastic box full of photos, set it on the table, and popped it open. “Here they are!” she said, holding up the first one. It was a photo of me and Gojo, sitting on a picnic blanket with juice boxes in our hands. He had his little white hair fluffed up like a dandelion, and I had ribbons in my pigtails. We both looked like we were laughing. “Stop,” Shoko whispered. “You two were adorable.” she said. “Oh my god,” Mei Mei added. “He looked like a plush toy. What happened, Gojo?” she said. “Hey—” Gojo started, but then he caught sight of the next photo and laughed. “Wait! I remember this one! That was the day we pretended the tree was our castle, right?” I nodded, eyes wide. “And we named the tree Sir Leaf-a-lot.” We both laughed, and for a moment, the others faded into the background. There was something so strange and special about seeing those moments frozen in time. Little versions of us, smiling like we had the whole world in a playground. Photo after photo came out. me pouting with a scraped knee, Gojo with grass in his hair, the two of us hugging a giant stuffed dragon we named ‘Marshmallow’. Each one made us laugh more, made something warm unfurl in my chest.
Then—“OH MY GOD!” Geto’s voice suddenly pierced the air like a fire alarm. “What? What?!” Shoko sat up. Geto held up a photo. His eyes were wide, his mouth open in a gasp of scandalous glee. “LOOK what I found!” he said dramatically. We all crowded around, curious. And there it was. Little me. Little Gojo. He was holding leafs as cookie in one hand, and I was in a frilly pink dress. He was leaning in awkwardly, shyly and our lips were touching in the most innocent, clumsy first-kiss way imaginable. The room exploded. Shoko nearly fell off the couch. Mei Mei screamed. Nanami choked on his juice. I froze. “OH MY GOD.” Gojo turned bright red. “Wait—give me that!” he reached for the photo, but Geto held it above his head. “Nope! This is gold! I'm framing this!” he cackled. “I will literally pay you to give it back!” Gojo groaned, lunging again. “WHO TOOK THIS PICTURE?!” I cried, my face burning. My mom peaking from the door. "Oh that one? Me and your dad joked about it every day that he was your first boyfriend" She said. Ok enough embarrassment! "Oh my god I can't take this anymore. Gojo, come with me to my room. Help me prepare our beds for the sleepover" I said he nodded and stood up. "Oh private time? Don't worry we won't go there until you guys call us. Just don't be too loud" Geto said and gojo shoot a glare at him. Then we went to my room leaving others laughing.
Gojo’s POV
The moment we stepped into her room, the noise from the others faded behind the door. Y/N’s room smelled faintly of lavender and something warm.....like comfort. Childhood. Home. I watched her walk to the corner, dragging over the futon and pillows for our so-called “sleepover” while my brain tried to reboot from that photo. She didn’t say anything. Neither did I. We moved in silence, awkward, heavy silence as we spread the sheets and smoothed the blankets, hands bumping once, twice. I looked at her, wanting to say something, anything, but my mouth was suddenly useless. Then she broke it. Her voice was soft, a little shy, and sweetly nostalgic. “You know… I still remember the name of that dragon,” she said with a smile as she fluffed a pillow. “Marshmallow.” I chuckled. “He was huge. I used to trip over him on purpose just to act I'm saving you from a giant.” I replied. She laughed at that, her eyes lighting up in a way that made my chest feel too tight. “You were such a drama queen even at five.” she said. “Still am,” I said with a shrug. Y/N sat back on her heels, brushing hair from her face, her eyes shining as she looked at me. “It’s crazy though. I really thought I made you up sometimes. Like… maybe I imagined it all. You felt like a dream I had on repeat.” I stared at her. I couldn’t look away. It felt like if I blink she'll vanish. The way her eyes softened. The way she was smiling. The way her voice wrapped around those memories like a ribbon. She didn’t know it, but she was pulling me apart without even trying.
And before I could stop myself…she was still speaking. And suddenly I kissed her. It just happened. Her lips felt soft. I was dying to get this feeling. The second I pulled away, realization slammed into me like a truck. Shit. Her eyes were wide. My heart was in my throat. “I—Shit—I didn’t mean—” I stumbled, backing up a little. “I don’t know what that was, I swear I wasn’t trying to be weird or make it uncomfortable I just—God—I’m sorry—” I stopped rambling when she cut me off by another kiss. Soft, warm lips against mine again. Her hand rested gently on my chest, and I swear my heart stopped. Then it kicked back into overdrive. I kissed her back, harder this time. Deeper. One hand slipped around her waist. The other cupped the back of her neck. She made a soft sound in the back of her throat that made my entire body tense. I walked her backward, lips still locked, until she hit the windowpane. The moonlight poured over her. She looked ethereal. Like something I dreamed of and never expected to hold. I kissed her again. Slower this time. Like I had all the time in the world to learn every taste, every breath, every sigh she gave me. Suddenly the doorknob rattled. We sprang apart like we were allergic to each other. Y/N grabbed a pillow and tossed it onto the bed. I bent down, pretending to adjust the futon like it suddenly needed fixing. The door swung open.
Y/n's pov
We separated from each other as soon as we heard the sound of the door nob. Then they came inside. Geto closed the door behind. "Guys... Look what I've gotttttt" She said swinging a bottle of alcohol in her hand. "I was dying to have that" Geto said and jumped on the bed. We all went on the bed. Then we all started drinking. "You wanna see something?" Shoko whispered. "What?" I asked. "You've never seen drunk Gojo. Nothing in the world is funnier than that" she said. "Really?" I whispered back. "Yesss" She said and offered Gojo more drinks. Basically she forced Gojo to drink more than the others without knowing the intention. After being drunk Gojo dropped his head right into my lap. “Oh?” I blinked, surprised. He let out a soft, relieved sigh as if it was the most natural pillow in the world. “Mmm… soft…” he mumbled. Everyone around us laughed, thinking it was just his usual drama. But then, his voice dropped lower. “I was so lonely, y’know?” he murmured, almost to himself. I glanced down. His white lashes were low against his cheeks. His fingers curled lightly around the hem of my hoodie. And for once… Gojo Satoru didn’t look cocky. He looked quiet. “They locked me away,” he continued, eyes still shut. “Too special to touch dirt. Too rare to fall and get scraped knees. Too precious to have friends.” The room went quiet. I didn’t know if the others were even listening. I only heard him.
“They gave me everything,” he said. “But not anyone. Not a single person. Until you....You came to that stupid park,” he whispered, voice thick. “You played with me like I wasn’t some artifact. Like I was a boy. Like I could be… normal.” he said. My fingers froze mid-motion through his hair. “I waited for you. For years. But you never came back. And I kept thinking I made you up. But I didn’t.” He tilted his head up slightly to look at me. His eyes were glazed, glassy. “You were real. And you came back.” I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. My throat felt tight. Too tight. I didn't even knew he was dealing like that when I had to leave? God I wish I never had to leave. I hurted him so bad. But my hand found his hair again. Stroking. Soothing. Something deep inside me cracked. I never knew… never imagined he had carried this. Alone. His family was too strict. Is he asleep? He's not saying anything. Just breathing soft on my lap. "I think he fell asleep" Shoko said. "Yeah" I replied. But suddenly Gojo shoots up as if he's possessed. “I WANNA EAT THAT PUSSY!!” he screamed. I froze with wide eyes. Shoko choked on her drink. Nanami froze, halfway to putting a chip in his mouth. Mei Mei snorted wine out of her nose. And Geto bless his soul jumped up.
Gojo was sitting straight up, eyes glazed and face absolutely determined like a man about to commit war crimes. “I WANNA EAT THAT PUSSY RIGHT NOW!!!” he declared. “GOJO!” I shrieked. He turned to me like I was a damn meal. And then he started crawling toward me across the mattress like some rabid, horny jungle cat, licking his lips. “I’ll be so gentle,” he slurred dreamily. “I’ll make you see Jesus. You’ll forget what gravity feels like—” he said.“BRO NO!!!” Geto launched himself forward like a linebacker, tackling Gojo into a pile of pillows with a WUMP. “I GOT HIM!” he shouted, pinning Gojo down. Gojo flailed like a fish out of water. “LET ME LOVE HER WITH MY MOUTH—” he said. “HE’S TOO STRONG!” Geto cried out. Then suddenly Gojo FINALLY fell asleep.
The moment I woke up this morning, Gojo was already gone. They all already went to their house. That wasn’t even the part haunting thought. It was what happened last night. The part where his voice had trembled. The part where he whispered that I was his first real friend. That I made him feel normal. That he waited for me. And I had left. Not by choice but it didn’t matter. I still left. I went to college. I walked across the college quad… “Yooooo Y/N!” I heard his voice. My stomach twisted. I turned. Gojo Satoru. Walking like nothing ever happened. Smiling. Fresh hoodie. Aviators on his dumb, perfect nose. Like he hadn’t trauma-dumped on my lap and then turned into an horny dog in the same hour. “Hey,” I said cautiously, approaching him near the classroom hallway. “Morning,” he said brightly. “You sleep okay after the chaos?” he asked. I blinked. “…You remember last night?” I replied. He tilted his head. “The hangout? Yeah. Mei Mei tried to convince us all we were ghosts in a simulation and Nanami said ‘I hate all of you’ at least five times. Why?” he asked. I just stared. Oh my god. He didn’t remember. He didn’t remember ANY of it.
“…Nothing,” I said too fast, then stepped forward. “Actually, uh, can we talk? Just… privately?” I asked. Gojo’s brows lifted slightly, but he nodded. “Sure.” he replied. We stepped into the empty stairwell near the back of the library, a favorite hiding place from class, tests, and now, apparently, truth bombs. He leaned against the railing, casual. “Everything okay?” he asked. I hesitated. “…You really don’t remember anything from after you laid on my lap?” I asked. He squinted, thinking hard. “Not really. I remember feeling comfy. Then it’s all kind of… fuzzy. Why?” he asked. I exhaled. “Because you… said things, Gojo.” His smile faltered. “What kind of things?” he asked. He looked confused. I swallowed thickly. “You told me how they isolated you as a kid. How you weren’t allowed to get dirty. Or scraped knees. How you weren’t allowed to have friends. How… you waited for me in that park. For years.” Gojo froze. The air shifted. That dumb, playful mask on his face cracked....just slightly. “I did?” he asked softly. I nodded. “You said I made you feel normal. That when I played with you, you weren’t just some artifact in a box. You were a boy.”
He didn’t speak. Just looked at me like I’d reached inside his chest and pulled out something he’d tried to hide. “I didn’t know, Gojo,” I whispered. “I didn’t know how much you went through. How badly I hurt you when I left. I always thought you just forgot me, or… moved on. I didn’t realize it stayed with you.” I said. He looked down. “Y/N…” he spoke. “I feel so guilty,” I admitted. “Even if it wasn’t my fault. I feel like I let you down.”I said. “No,” he said suddenly, voice sharp. Then softer: “You didn’t. I mean it. You were a kid. You didn’t choose to leave. And you came back. That’s all that matters to me now.” I said. I blinked at him. That stupid ache in my chest twisted tighter. He always made things feel a little lighter when he talked like that. “…Thank you,” I said. My voice cracked. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “Thank you, for remembering me. And for… listening. Even if drunk me had no filter.” he said. Before I could reply, we heard voices echoing from down the hallway. “THERE HE IS!!” Geto said.
Charging toward us with way too much energy for someone who saw what I saw. “Gojo,” Shoko added, eyes gleaming. “Do you know what you screamed last night?” Gojo blinked, then looked between us. “…No?” he said. Geto grinned. “Wanna guess?” he asked. “Not really—” Gojo said. “You SCREAMED—” Shoko began, giggling.“—‘I WANNA EAT THAT PUSSY’ like you were on a war mission!” Geto finished. Gojo's soul left his body. “I what?!” he shrieked. “TWICE,” Nanami added dryly, walking by without even looking up from his book. Mei Mei leaned over shoko's shoulder. “It was passionate. Almost poetic.” she said. Gojo buried his face in his hand with a strangled groan. “I’m never drinking again.”he said. Mei Mei patted his back, smirking. “Don’t worry. It was kind of flattering. In a terrifying way.” she said. “You’re all demons,” he muttered into his palm. Geto slung an arm around him. “At least now we know your love language is oral.” he said. “SUGURU!!” Gojo yelled. I laughed so hard I almost forgot how close I came to crying in that stairwell. And when Gojo looked at me eyes wide, cheeks pink, that dumb grin breaking through again I knew something for sure...... I didn’t regret coming back. And this time, neither of us were going anywhere.
Gojo’s POV
It had been a whole day since the chaos of last night, and despite the banter from everyone about my… declaration of oral affection, there was something else that had me sweating bullets. The kiss. Not the drunk shouting. Not even the “Marshmallow the Dragon” nostalgia trip. But that kiss. When I wasn't drunk. I kept thinking about it on the walk home, in the shower, while brushing my teeth. Her lips. The way she looked at me afterward. The fact that she kissed me back. But maybe… maybe I messed up. Maybe I took it too far too fast. Maybe she kissed me because of the moment, not because she wanted it. I’ve been overthinking like a lunatic. So finally, I did the one thing I never do. I typed… then deleted. Typed… then deleted. Again. Until finally—
[Sent | 8:45 PM]
Gojo:
hey… can I ask you something?
[Y/N is typing…] Y/N: sure :)
Gojo:
that night…
I kissed you.
I just… needed you to know that.
I’m sorry if I shouldn’t have.
I stared at the message with my heart punching me in the ribs. I wanted to throw my phone out the window. Then it buzzed.
[Y/N is typing…]
Long pause. Still typing. Still typing. Oh God.
Y/N:
Gojo.
You don’t have to apologize.
I wanted that kiss.
Honestly, I’ve been thinking about it ever since.
You didn’t do anything wrong.
I’m glad it happened.
My brain just....died. Exploded. I sat up in bed like a man reborn. I had to reread it twice to make sure I didn’t hallucinate it. She wanted it. She wanted it. I didn’t scare her off. She wasn’t weirded out. She’d been thinking about it. Just like me. My fingers were already moving, and before my rational brain could stop me
Gojo:
okay well in that case
…do you wanna come over? 😳
Immediate regret. Why did I send the blushing emoji?? I’m gonna look like a 12-year-old. But then—
Y/N:
Right now? 👀
Shit. Wait. Is that a yes?? Is that a flirty yes??? My hands were flying across the screen.
Gojo:
YEAH
I mean only if you want to!
like just hang out or chill or talk or
I mean whatever you want
or nothing
you can even come and not speak to me
and just sit there like a sexy piece of furniture—
Y/N:
STOP 😭
okay okay I’ll come
I’m grabbing my bag
text me your address again
Holy shit holy shit holy shit!!! I launched myself out of bed like I’d been drafted into battle. I Fluffed pillows. Straightened the bookshelf. Hid the trash like a criminal. This wasn’t a date. Not yet. But maybe it was a beginning. And this time, she wasn’t walking away.
Y/n's pov
The rain was pouring when I arrived—thick, silver streaks splashing against the pavement, soaking through my hoodie by the time I walked to his door. I barely knocked. The door swung open instantly. Gojo stood there like he had been waiting the whole damn time, hand still on the knob, hair slightly damp, hoodie rumpled like he’d changed outfits three times before settling on this one. His eyes locked onto mine and he seems.....Froze?! I didn’t say anything. Didn’t let him say anything either. I dropped my bag to the floor, grabbed the front of his hoodie, and kissed him. Hard. His breath hitched, lips parting just enough to let mine in. The kiss was rain-slick and desperate, our mouths moving like we had been starved for this for us. One of his hands flew to my waist, the other slammed the door shut behind me with a thud, trapping us in this charged, electric silence broken only by our shallow breathing and the sound of rain pounding the windows. He pulled back just enough to whisper against my lips, “Bedroom?” he asked. “Yes,” I breathed, tugging at the hem of his hoodie. As if he was waiting for this. He picked me up and crashed to his bed room. The time felt too good. We don't know how time was running.
The rain outside only made everything feel louder. The sound of it thrumming against the windows while Gojo hovered over me, his eyes dark and starved. My shirt was already gone, and he was looking at me like I was something sacred. “Y/N…” he whispered like my name was too soft for his mouth. Then he dipped his head, and kissed just below my collarbone. “You sure?” His voice was low, raspy, even as his lips dragged along my skin. I threaded my fingers through his hair, tugging him closer. “Gojo. If you don’t touch me in the next five seconds, I’m leaving.” I said. He grinned, cocky and flushed. “Oh no, can’t have that.” And then he leaned in. His mouth found the swell of my breast, warm and open, his tongue flicking against my nipple before sucking it in. I gasped, arching under him as his hand moved down, past my stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of my shorts. He groaned when he felt how wet I was. “You’re wet,” he muttered. “It’s raining,” I replied breathlessly. “No,” he said with a crooked grin, voice dropping, “I meant here.” His fingers brushed lower, cupping my cunt. I whimpered. "God will you stop teasing me?!?!" I cried out. He chuckled.
He kissed down my torso slowly, painfully slow, pulling underwear off with one fluid motion, letting them drop to the floor. He had already taken off my pants earlier. He kissed the inside of my thigh, then the other, watching me like I’d shatter if he moved too fast. “Spread your legs for me, baby,” he said, voice like sin. I did. The second he put his mouth on my cunt, I forgot my own name. His tongue was warm, wet, relentless. He moved slowly at first, teasing, drawing circles, curling on my clit. I didn’t know it could feel that good. I whimpered, threading my fingers into his hair, my hips rising to meet him, chasing more. “Mmm, you taste like everything I ever wanted,” he groaned against me. When he slid a finger inside, then a second I almost cried. His mouth didn’t let up. He worked on my clit with a desperate rhythm, like he needed me to fall apart on his tongue. His lips gliding messily against me. “You gonna cum for me, Y/N?” he asked with a smirk. I nodded, moaning helplessly. “Don’t stop. Please—please don’t stop.” I screamed. “I won’t,” he promised, curling his fingers just right. “Let go for me, baby. Let me hear you.” he said. How can a man's FINGERS can touch the G-spot?! And when I came, it was loud. Shattering. My whole body arched, thighs trembling, his name on my lips like a prayer. He didn’t stop sucking on my cunt until I was gasping, pulling him up by the shoulders. He kissed me, tasting like me. I could barely think.
“Condom?” he breathed. “nope” I replied. "You have no idea how many times I've imagined this moment..." he whispers, his lips finding my neck as he slowly pushes inside. Stretching me, filling me, making me gasp at how deep he went. “God—Y/N—you feel too good, it feels illegal” he groaned against my neck, bottoming out with a low, broken sound. He moved slow at first, savoring every inch of my pussy like I was something to be worshipped. Actually it is. Each thrust hit deep, building the heat again until I couldn’t keep my voice down. I clung to him, nails dragging down his back, legs wrapping tight around his waist. “I’ve thought about this for so long,” he whispered. “Thought about having you like this. Under me. Moaning like that.” he groaned. “You feel so good, Gojo,” I cried. “Don’t stop.” I moaned. He snapped his hips harder. “Say my name again.” he said. “Satoru—Satoru, fuck—” I moaned like a bitch in heat. His hand slid under my thigh, angling me up as he pounded into me, faster, deeper, the sound of skin on skin mixing with the rain outside. His lips were everywhere. my neck, my shoulder, my mouth. We were fire and storm, desperate and wild. “Gonna come again for me?” he whispered, fingers rubbing tight circles on my clit. “Y-Yes—Gojo—please—” I moaned. "Me too" I whimpered.
We both were about to cum. Suddenly. "Satoru? You inside?" Geto's voice?! We two froze. "Mmhhh y-yeah....what are you doing here suddenly?" Gojo asked. "Was passing by and it's raining heavily so I came here instead. Open the door" Geto replied. Shit! "No!.... I mean.... I c-can't" Gojo replied. "Why?" Geto asked. Gojo seemed like he's struggling to think. "I... Uhm... I'm watching porn I'm coming after I cum" Gojo replied. Seriously? That's what he said?! "But your phone and laptop is in the drawing room" Geto said. "I'm watching in my mind now let me cum. I eged myself!" Gojo replied and I almost laughed. "Fine.... Do it quick." Geto replied and we heard him walk away. Then Gojo again started thrusting. "I'm sorry" He whispered. "It's ok" I whispered back with a giggle. He kept going, fuckkkkk it feels too good. I could feel I'm about to cum. and when I came again, it was with a scream muffled into his shoulder. My body trembled, nails clawing at him, barely aware that he was close too....his rhythm faltering. “Y/N—I’m....fuck, I’m coming...” he groaned, and with a deep final thrust, he buried himself in me and let go, moaning my name. We collapsed together, breathless and soaked in sweat, the storm still raging outside but nothing louder than the sound of our hearts slamming in sync. He tucked a hand under my head, kissing my lips. “You’re staying the night, right?” he asked. I laughed, breathless. “You think I’m walking home in that rain after that?” I replied. “Fair,” he smirked. “but let me just talk to Suguru for a minute.” he said. I smiled and nodded.
He went up cleaned me up with a towel. Then wore his sweat pants and went to the door. Then went out. I could hear his voice from inside. "Yeah, Suguru..." Gojo said. "Ah finally you're out. I was saying that. It's raining too much outside. I'm staying the night here..... Give y/n some clothes to wear and then come downstairs and let's watch some horror movie or something" Geto said. How tf did he knows?! Gojo was silent. "What? I'm not blind I saw her shoes at the door and the way you were screaming her name wasn't it obvious?...I'm waiting downstairs" Geto said. Then he walked away. Gono came inside. He looked at me. "Well.... We....... Have a guest now... I guess" He said. I laughed. "Give me some clothes" I said. "Yeah.... Yeah" He said and chuckled.
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