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gojo is a bottom not becuase he is submissive or some shit but because my baby is so exhausted in life that he needs to be pampered and taken care of. He needs to forget being the strongest and just be with you or whoever *geto-* and yes.
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Imagine pampering a tired asf Gojo who just can't keep his eyes open as you finish rubbing the moisturiser into his skin.
At times like these, although he's too tired to protest, he will admit he does like this feeling of being looked after. He loves how your palms try to release pent up tension in his shoulders every time he sits between your legs while you watch movies. He loves the feeling of your fingers raking between his white locks, loves watching you look at him like you are staring at a painting, loves the way you press gentle kisses along his jaw.
He may be obnoxious and an arrogant asshole by the day. But all thanks to you, he is reduced into this not so touch starved puppy who can't keep himself off you.
And that's why, Gojo blushes a deep red as you cup his face, peppering kisses all over his face, giggling when he lightly protests but does nothing to stop you. As per his wish, you are laying on his chest, his palms rubbing circles into your thigh as you retell everything that happened that day. 'Smack!' You are cut off mid speech as you feel the stinging pain on your ass, right where Gojo's huge palm apparently hit you. You freeze, eyes locked onto his. Gojo freezes too, gulping as he watches the icicles form in your orbs. "I— I didn't mean it— please continue the story I—" you stop his rambling with a hit searing kiss to his lips, soon trailing down to leave red bites to his pretty neck. "Aah~" Gojo moans, feeling your palms slide along his biceps, trail his abdomen along his defined abs. And as your palm reaches his waistband, it's all Gojo can do to hold his pretty moans as he lets you play with him to your fill.
"Where's my naughty boy now, hmm?"
