#boop bitches lets GOO

[curlzformetal]

I love booping the shit out of people w the black paw badges bc I know we were both in the trenches of Boop War 1, and we WON. now, I have inboxes to ruin and hell to raze. godspeed, soldiers.

[chaotic-ish]

synopsis : what's gojo without pranks?

a/n : got bored af. And i thought this would be cute— i thought.

“HOLY—“

you wipe away the penetrable whipped cream that settled on your face, staring up at gojo in disbelief.

He had given your face a whole plate of whipped cream as you stumbled your way in the kitchen.

“HOW DARE YOU—“

Gojo laughs uncontrollably, with wheezes and snorts all the same while pointing his index finger towards you. “You should have seen the look on your face!”

“YOU BITCH. I DON’T THINK I CAN EVEN SEE.”

He continues laughing, the sounds of giggles dying down to a playful tone as he walks over to hug you from behind, leaning in from the side to take a peck of whipped cream from your face. “Oh, chill, y/nnn, it’s just a harmless prank!”

He licks his lips, humming in delight as the sweet taste graces his tongue.

You taste much better, he thinks.

“My make-up—” you whisper, carefully wiping away dabs off whipped cream over your face and proceeds to dip it in your mouth, letting the treat sink in your mouth.

how much whipped cream did he put in that plate?

“—IS RUINED.” you elbowed him hard in the stomach, but not enough to hurt him.

gojo winces, painting a fake sad look over his face, "heyy, be gentle with me, love, I'm delicate."

he sighs, clasping his hands together as he displays one of his best puppy eyes and convincing pout.

His eyes grasped the attention of the shimmering ceiling lights, clear azure irises widening it's lids.

He actually looked like a whole-ass puppy in the streets.

You grab a few pieces of tissue on the kitchen counter with a scoff, cleaning off the last bits of whipped cream on your face.

But you can't say otherwise that the face he gave you was incredibly cute. It just squeezes your heart to let it melt into a puddle of affectionate goo.

Those eyes make you weak.

But you're not losing to him so easily.

A sigh hesitantly leaves your lips, you cover half your face with an open hand.

Gojo smiles a goofy smile, pulling your hand away from your face to pepper your cheeks with gentle kisses and ending it with a another one at the end of your nose, making a 'boop' sound as he does.

"That means you'll forgive me right?" He looks at you expectantly, tilting his head slightly sideways.

you lean forward and cup his face with both your hands and lean in as if to kiss him, gojo was already fooled as he flutters his eyes closed and puckers his lips out.

he looks so silly.

But you pulled away at the last second, his eyes lifting its lids when the awaited kiss he thought was coming didn't, leaving him dumbfounded as he eyes you narrowly, not understanding why you pulled away so suddenly.

Then, the pang of realisation hits him—

"Y/n! Why???? Are you mad at me for doing that prank at you????"

You say nothing, successfully ignoring him as you walk out, throwing the dirty pieces of tissue in the rubbish bin while you’re at it.

"HEY. DON'T IGNORE MEEEE," he whines, arms stretched out, hands clench, unclench as he chases after you.

he absolutely dislikes you ignoring him, even if it's just a small tease, which he was well aware of.

A set of arms grab you from behind, pulling you close until your back hits a wall of hard muscle, you feel a chin rest on your head.

"I’m sorry, please, forgive me my dear y/n, what am I going to do without your everlasting love for me?”

You cringe, your hands on his forearms as you turn your head to face sideways, only a glimpse of gojo could be seen from your peripheral vision.

"In your dreams—“

the sudden feeling of fingers poking your sides caused your body to jerk in response, a small giggle curling the edge of your lips into a small smile. But you still couldn't shake gojo off you, his arms are around you tight to hold you in place.

you should be a bit stern maybe, maybe, you sho-

-poke. poke. poke. poke.

poke.

a few pokes, then birthed multiple tickles on your sides, gojo's fingers making it's work on the curves of your waist.

You held in your giggles, laughs and snickers in your stitched lips, bottling your stiffled laughs until you were about to burst like a balloon with too much helium.

Gojo urged his fingers to make it even more unbearable, your tickle spots being vulnerably attacked.

And you did. Burst. Into laughter.

So much laughter that it's starting to become contagious, like your endearingly soft smile...your profounded happiness, that melody of a voice you have-

Are more than enough to make this man smile ear-to-ear.

You could almost hear the pitter-patters of his heartbeats thrumming in his chest.

"Forgive me," he whispers to your ears, pulling your body down to the floor with him. "C'monnn, I promise I won't do it againnnn."

There was absolutely no way he would not do this again.

"Never—“

"Mhm?"

He sticks his tongue out, it emerges from the corner of his lip as he wraps a leg around your lower body, making sure you weren't able escape his antics.

"Y/n...sweetheart, I'm sorry, m'kay?" Even with the attempted apology, he still wouldn't stop his hands that were still latched to the shaft of your hips.

He can't help the softened expression that crept up on his face and spent it's holiday there.

"SATORU GOJO-" you gasp, "STOP- PLEASE."

"No way! Not until you forgive me." He says, leaning down to plant small wet kisses up the side of your neck, trailing red spots down to the slope where your neck meets your shoulder, and his hands never slacked off.

"Ah, okay! okay! I forgive you! I forgive you! Stop!"

Gojo smiles contently, watching how your breaths come out in huffs of invisible smoke.

"There, see? Not so hard now, is it?"

You turn yourself to face him, "Nah, it was very hard."

He holds his hands up in a show of attempt that he was gonna tickle you again, but you caught one of his hands, entertwining your fingers with his, both of you holding on tightly.

"Don't you even dare."

"Sheesh, I wasn't trying to, you're so grouchy." He grumbles, letting his face fall down to land a kiss on your temple and brings one of your hands to his cheek, clutching it tightly.

a few seconds pass by feels more like a few hours, he just stares at you, like nothing else exists anymore. Staring at you with his lovestrucked gaze, you couldn’t love him less.

“And, by the way, your make-up isn’t ruined,” he whispers, a thumb running over your cheek, “You look exactly the same without it, love, you’re just that pretty.”

you smile, your cheeks suddenly feel violently hot.

there it is, gojo thinks, there is that wonderful smile that has the power to brighten his day, make him forget the worries and stress he gained. You’ve stolen all the space he has in his world, because—

you are his world.

He takes a few breaths, appreciating the breath-taking view in front of him. He thanks the world, the universe, and god himself, for putting you two together.

He doesn't know what to do without you.

"I love you so much, y/n, I really do." He whispers, holding you impossibly closer to him.

“I know, I love you more, ‘toru.”

taglist: @zennyxxy, @asters-r (sorry zen i got bored.)