Shaisuki

this is the another side of gojo you have yet to learn.

his vulnerability.

his shirt off and you can see the scars from the aftermath of the the war. his once flawless pale skin is riddled with huge lines of bumps and the ridges of his healed wounds. even with the reversed cursed technique he possessed, there's not so much it can do. only healed the wounds and left with scars. he is still beautiful though.

gojo prided himself in his looks and he never did felt insecure about it. his skin like snow and it's always gets red in the smallest of scratch of your nails in his skin but gojo likes it with your nail marks on his skin but the scars it tells a different story. a reminder of the people he lost. so many and worst he shared feelings with them.

gojo jokes how his scars matches with yours now. his scars are pinkish, some have the same color of his flesh. visible lines of his wounds on the pitted surface of his skin while yours are indented. streaks of lines visible in your body.

how yours was natural and his from a hard fought battle he won. this was the aftermath of a war.

then the pads of your fingers would trace his skin. the occasional bump when you run your fingers over them just like what he did with yours. a man could love what his woman have and a woman could love his man for what he is.

the wounds had healed but never what's inside. gojo is still human. some forgot about that part of him or gojo is that good at hiding his true feelings and here he is.

bare. bare in flesh and soul to the woman he had truly ever loved. it's easy to he naked with someone but it was never easy to be naked with your soul vulnerable in front of someone and gojo finds that peace with you. to be vulnerable with you.

the swirls of galaxy blues on the color of his eyes gazes at the woman in front of him who is touching him with such tenderness that it leaves him yearning for you more than he ever longed for someone.

holding your wrist with his hand. he made you stop from touching him. he loves it when you touch him but you need more appreciation than he can receive from you.

his lips ghosting in your palm, before pressing a tender kiss in your knuckles and gojo would press your soft body against his muscular one. your head in his chest where you can hear the steady rhythm beats of his heart. it's almost enough to lull you in sleep.

gojo kissing your hairline with small murmurs of "thank you for waiting for me." and "i almost lost you." the relief in his voice matching with gratefulness etched in his face. glad that you're still alive for him.

the warmth of your skin and his melding with each other and it's enough for the strongest to be vulnerable, just for once.

"fuck, princess. you will be the death of me."

the scar on the corner of his mouth moves as his lips twitches into a smirk. involuntarily licking his scar.

'hm?" you hum, looking at him with such curiosity. making your head tilt sideways like kittens do when trying to comprehend something.

"you're wearing my shirt, princess."

"yeah." you breath out. grabbing the hem of his white shirt. fully emphasizing that it is his what you are wearing. although a little bit tight to you.

he can see the your stomach stretching out his shirt and squished in between the rolls of your stomach. hardened nipples peeking through the confines of clothing. his dark emerald eyes drinking in the sight of you.

reaching the peak of domesticity and homely feeling running in his system.

his gorgeous, chubby wife. dressed in his clothes.

"i miss you so much and i thought wearing it would me feel less lonely." you explained, innocently fluttering your eyelashes at him with a gentle smile in your lips.

"miss me?" he asks, grabbing your soft jaw with his hands, squishing the flesh in them.

"yeah."

legs raised, your soft thick thighs pressing in your stomach while toji roughly drills his cock into your sopping wet cunt. his hands splayed besides you. gripping in the sheet while he got you pinned under him.

"t-toji..." you called his name. your whole body taking the blow of his desperate thrusts. every pound you take got your body shaking. toes curling, legs going numb. that call seem to fuel him more. grunting at the sound of his name coming from your pretty mouth.

he's insatiable. every thing you do drives him into an uncontrollable habit of fucking your brains out. he can't help but to think how an asshole like him bagging a woman like you. soft and sweet. so adoring to a scum like him and fuck you got the best pussy he ever had.

tightly wrapped around his huge cock. making every vein and skin drag throughout your velvety walls. sending you in the most numbing pleasure and him into overdrive.

you look so divine under him. the flesh in your stomach, creasing as it folded under toji's touch. the soft, pliable flesh jiggling at the rhythm of his thrusts. your breasts bouncing and your face. twisted into the euphoric feeling of him being inside you.

holding your cheek in his large hand while looking at your eyes. beautiful and full of life staring right back at him. lost in each others gaze while he truly makes love with you.

creamy, white liquid gushing around his length. making an obscene noise. the squelch and the "plap" sound continuously ringing in the room. skin hitting to each other.

"you going to cum, princess?" he whispers, in between licking your cheek and sucking your tongue.

"yes! make me cum, toji. please..." you beg, your fat cunt clenching around him tightly and toji gives in to you. pressing your thighs in your stomach before changing into an animalistic phase. so much, that it leave you breathless and mind hazy.

your cunt spasms around him. milking him for all it's worth and toji gave in. his balls tightening before exploding inside you. thick, hot spurts of his cum pumping inside you. making sure you will take it all and stays inside you. your cunt throbbing around him while he pumps you full of seed.

toji growls seeing your post-fucked out face. glowing so ethereal that he feels guilty leaving you alone in this home you created for him. a safe haven for a man like him.

"i love you, toji." you said. grabbing his face and pulling him closer to you. kissing his lips with such tenderness and toji returns it with such want and neediness.

"i love you too." kissing your nose and you giggle. the sound of your laughter making his cock hardening again and your cunt clenching. toji moves your thighs, placing it beside his torso and he's into it again.

worshipping his blessing who have taken in the shape of you.

｡‧˚ʚ°ɞ˚‧｡ ─── REMEDY FOR THE BITTERNESS

it started with slow, soft pecks on the lips. a pause in-between kisses. looking at each other's like it changed throughout the day but it doesn't, only gets swollen.

the comfort of safety within the solitude of your body. geto isn't used enough with the feel of your flesh, the taste of your lips in his and yet it's becoming the intimacy he deeply craves for.

the first kiss is the greeting, saying i'm here. lips touching for a brief moment and just staring at each other's eyes. that way geto clearly see the misty gaze in your eyes. so true and sincere. that it's your way of saying i'm here for you. always.

the second it turns to be desperate. his hands creeping under you shirt. squeezing the supple flesh there. stay, be with me. in the dimly lit room where only the wind blows and moon shining through the windows and the chirps of crickets outside, there is nothing but the sighs and the groans filling up the room.

geto swallows it all. the whines coming from your mouth when his hands wanders to the most sensitive spots in your body. trembling under his touch that leaves him wanting for more and as a man who builds endurance for escaping temptations, he gives in. a slave for your being.

there's nothing left but the taste of your lips in his mouth, your tongue swirling in his. teeth almost gnashing and sucking each other's faces. it's better he thinks. it's the best.

geto suguru had almost forgotten what's the taste of something that is not a curse. strong he is but it doesn't prepare him for the life-long prison of tasting and swallowing all the disgusting curses that falls in his hands. it tasted vile. even cigarettes is losing it's purpose. cigarettes taste like earth and it's bitterness doesn't compare to the foul taste of curses he needed to consume.

then in the first time, he have you. geto thinks he's all that slick in wooing you and coaxing you when it all needs is the warmth and the comfort of your lips. first kiss with you is like the first time tasting honey. the sweetness of it lingers in his lips. for the first time, geto had tasted something different and it's not the bitter taste of the cigarettes he had smoked nor the wretched taste of a curse flowing in his throat.

his large hands holds your round face in between. he can still see the spit moistening in the corners of your mouth. eyes half-lidded, almost getting in the pre-drunk state but still sober. he should be like this when you're scent and taste is all he could consume without guilt and the pleasure of it. his thumb caressing your cheeks. fuller cheeks that he always kiss in the end of everything. a pant coming in your pretty mouth. he still admires you until this day like you were the most beautiful person in the whole world, in his eyes, you are.

his purple eyes search for something in you but only he can see in the roundness of your iris is the reflection of his self. a man who is sick of his duty but still holds on. a man whose strong but can be weak too. a man whose bare in the eyes of the woman he's vulnerable with and geto presses his forehead to yours.

"don't leave me." he says, his stray hair falls into your cheek. a selfish request it is and your hands would hold his. your softer hands, holding the skin in the top of his hands. pressing a kiss to his lips, you replied.

"never."

geto smiles and that's enough. more than what he asked for you and that's all he ever wanted to hear from you. i love you's are overrated but still he whispers it to you.

geto only need you. your soul, body and your lips to kiss him through the bad times and the good times.

only you could stay with him, in this mad, mad, mad world.

THE STRONGEST FT. GOJO SATORU

a compilation of drabbles featuring the great gojo satoru. ranging from steamy scenes to teeth-rotting fluff to the most angsty scenes.

ᝰ.ᐟ ─── hating the strongest

ᝰ.ᐟ ─── vulnerability of the strongest

ᝰ.ᐟ ─── a reunion with the strongest

ᝰ.ᐟ ─── the strongest, freed at last

ᝰ.ᐟ ─── the run and go with the strongest