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When Satoru kissed you for the first time, it was in the most “randomly out of nowhere” way possible.
Being physically close to him, sometimes crossing a blurry line, wasn’t something actually bizarre in your relationship with him. Accustomed to having Satoru, or you, dancing on this blurry tango of an unlabeled relationship, you at first didn’t think much of it. He was teasing, wanting to taunt you. Exactly like you did yesterday, and how he did the day before, and you the day even before. Yeah, a kiss meant nothing. After all, why do people care so much about lips touching each other ? You didn’t with him.
Yet, when he did, you still had a confused face. At first you were busy with baking the cookies he begged you to prepare this morning. He even licked your cheek when you accidently put chocolate on your skin. Gross ? He didn’t know this word. But then, the second right after, he chastly kissed your lips. As if it was the natural order of things. First licking your cheek, then kissing you.
– Hmm ? you hummed surprised. Looking at him with a confused expression only made the white haired man shrug. He went back to form the cookie dough in his large hands like nothing happened.
– What ? he asked.
– What was that ? you insisted, raising an eyebrow. You weren’t mad or anything. Just intrigued.
– What was what ? he answered, acting dumb. Well, he didn’t need to act to be dumb. But you kept that to yourself. You exhale through your nose and nudge him. He almost makes the cookie fall. Thankfully, he caught it in time.
– Satoru… you say through your teeth to show him that you weren’t playing around and wanted him to answer. A real answer.
– A kiss ? he simply explained. As if you actually were the dumb one here, not him. Bloody hell. He could be annoying when he started to act like this.
– No shit Sherlock, you groan. Satoru glances at your irritated facial expression, which results in only making him chuckle. His dimples embellish his cheeks and you end up rolling your eyes playfully.
– Well, I wasn’t expecting you to understand, was I Watson ? he comes back with this arrogant voice of his. You snort, but wisely decide to not follow this little game of his and concentrate on finishing this baking session. It’s already been one hour that you both were at it, only because of your bickering.
Whatever. It was just a kiss.
A kiss that felt good, actually. Maybe you wanted it to happen again. Why not ? After all, you would simply get back at him.
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Barely some hours later, your little sleepover with your best friend came to an end. It was time to sleep, even though whenever you said that, you both would start to talk and giggle in the darkness of the night like kids scared to get caught by their parents for not sleeping in time. After some endless laughing and chatting, you finally fell asleep at the poor expense of Satoru that ached to talk more to you. He knew he had to rest. Tomorrow will be a big day at work. Missions, teaching, missions, meetings with the higher ups, missions, paperwork, and then his possible death due to exhaustion. Not like they would let him die easily. Instead, he decides to gaze at your sleeping form.
In the middle of the night, Satoru liked to stare at you because of how peaceful the world was at this time. Not in a creepy way or another bizarre staring type. No. He liked to gaze at your pretty face and soft breathing. Because in those short moments of solitude in the chaos of his mind, he wasn’t pretending. He wasn’t pretending to be The Strongest, nor he wasn’t having a semi fake persona that was too loud, too obnoxious, too cheerful and too annoying.
No. He was just Satoru. A simple man that loved his best friend maybe too much. Or his heart maybe had a lot of free space, and he decided to occupy it mainly by your presence.
He liked those moments too because your face was at its calmest. He could freely admire your beauty with the softest gaze he ever had, not afraid to show how much he loved you, how much he craved for you. It simply was only him and himself in this situation.
Softly, the back of his fingers caress your puffy cheek from the pillow. His lips form somewhat in between a pained smile and a cracked smirk of amusement at your funny face. It was something you never knew. Never knew how softhearted he was for you. How gentle he could brush his skin against yours. How devoted his stare was on you, as if you were the mere reflection of the universe. How weak he was for you. But, a weakness was something he couldn’t afford to show. Not this one, not even to you, maybe even less to himself.
He kisses your hand.
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In the morning, Satoru was already whining and being grumpy about the busy day that was awaiting for him. While you come back from the bathroom after brushing your teeth, you pat his back.
– You can do it. No worries. And in between you and me, we both know you will absolutely skip your meeting and your paperwork this evening. Am I right ?
– ‘Been there, done that, he admits with this stupid grin of his and his insufferable dimples. You chuckle as you go on your tip toes and peck his lips. The kiss was as simple as that. Something fleeting, volatile. A soft press of your lips against his. Just like how he did it yesterday in the afternoon. But Satoru didn’t expect you to take him back on that, resulting in his dumbfounded face while staring at you.
– Be serious for once, you reply and go back to search for your outfit of the day. You ignore him, trying to not crack a laugh. And why not tease him a bit more ? Satoru always changes his clothes in front of you as if it was the most natural thing in the world. You quickly got used to it. On the other hand, you never were as comfortable as him to be nude and change like that in front of his eyes.
Well, all things come to an end. Today is part of one of them.
You take off the pants of your pajamas and switch to the ones you will wear today. Now, your shirt is on the floor, revealing your nude chest. Satoru thought his eyes were playing with him and he accidentally let out an awkward stutter of surprise. You nonchalantly finish putting on clean clothes as you see a glimpse of his red face.
– Hum, nice boobs, lol, ahah, he suddenly says in what is supposed to sound like a laugh while he pats your back in a manly way. You turn around to look at him with your eyebrows raised.
– What the fuck was that ?
– I don’t know, I panicked ! he exclaims dramatically. Wow, you almost never saw him act like that. It was hard to break down the confident persona of this man. Did you manage to embarrass The Gojo Satoru himself ? You smirk.
– You always change in front of me, can’t I now ? you ask a rhetorical question.
– Of course you can. I didn’t expect you to do it, like, this morning ? he defends himself as he rolls his eyes. He grabs his bag that was on the floor of your bedroom.
– You got flashed. Just like when you flashed me your ass last time while you changed in front of me. You know what is worse ? We literally were talking about bakery buns at the same moment ! you recall as you laugh. He follows you in your laughter and the two of you end up walking towards the entrance of your apartment.
– We both flashed our buns then. But I know you like my ass, yeah ? he teases while waving his eyebrows charmingly as he puts on his shoes and jacket. It was a bit chilly this morning, but the weather will quickly go up and the sun will warm the city.
– I won’t bodyshame you… you whisper in an attempt to taunt him.
– What is that supposed to mean ?! he scoffs as he pauses in the middle of wrapping his black blindfold around his bright blue eyes.
– Nothing, you mutter looking away. For obvious reasons, you were joking. His ass was hot. But you prefer to be mean. He deserved some ego breaking. It was too big after all.
– Forget what I said about you having nice boobs, hmpf ! Satoru huffs as he turns his back to you while opening the door of your place. It was still early, and he always started his day earlier than yours. Meaning that when he came to sleep at your apartment (almost everyday, as if this man was homeless) he was the first one to leave.
– Are you pouting right now ? you ask while getting closer, your smile getting bigger thanks to the immense amusement you had when mocking your best friend. His face distorts and his lips try to stay in a thin line of anger.
– Goodbye, y/n, he answers as he steps outside grumpily.
– Ahahah, you really are pouting !
Before stepping away, he reluctantly turns around and ends up kissing the top of your head. He never missed doing that specific gesture. It was his sign of affection. But, this time, his lips fall chastity right on yours before he slams the door to somewhat show he still was sulking at you. What a baby.
In the silence of your place after he left, your fingers softly caress the tip of your lips. Savoring once again in your imagination the feeling of his kiss. You started to really like this new habit of his.
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11 PM. was the hour when your best friend came back to your (kinda his) place. Seemingly, the atmosphere shifted right the moment he stepped inside. His mood was clearly at the lowest. As you were originally sitting on your couch, occupied with reading a book, the moment you stand up to greet him, Satoru is on you. His long arms wrap around your body, the bickering and him being mad at you long forgotten. Soon, his whole figure is leaning against yours like a cocoon. The tip of his nose shifts against your neck, his hair tickling your skin as his face is snuggled in the crook of your shoulder. His blindfold was already on the ground.
– Had a bad day ? you ask softly.
– I need to recharge. Let me stay like this, he mumbles in an exhausted sigh. He smelled like fresh air, a mix of his cologne and rain. You remember it rained one hour ago. Was he out on a mission ? Thinking about it, you hug him as well and in a comforting embrace you bring him to the couch. He directly sank all his body weight on top of yours. Not like you cared, you were long used to him doing that. As long as you would not show any sign of dying because of a lack of oxygen, he would continue to do this for quite forever.
– Feeling better ? you end questioning after some minutes of silence.
– Not quite, he whispers. He raises his head, blue eyes staring right back at yours. You feel his breath falling against your chin. You don’t say anything when his mouth lands on yours. Tonight, the kiss lasts longer. Maybe because Satoru is tired, and the feeling of your lips brings him enough comfort for him to want to make it longer than a peck. You didn’t mind. It was warm, soft, like the sun caressing your skin on a summer afternoon.
– Now, it’s better, he says as he puts his head back on your torso. You smile. Even if that new dynamic was new, it was the most natural thing that ever happened in between the two of you. Maybe because your lips always belonged together. You pet his hair as you think about kisses. His kisses.
– Come on, go take a shower. You stink, you lie as you smile playfully at him. He groans while rolling his eyes at your teasing. Satoru reluctantly rises from you, and stretches his sore limbs in a yawn.
– Bitch, I literally smell better than you, he answers as he waves his hands in front of him to show his body as if he was the incarnation of a bottle of perfume. You can’t help but snicker, holding your nose.
– Ewwww, get away from me ! For the love of God, use some soap ! you exclaim as you push him with your free hand. He immediately wraps his arm around you and grabs your cheeks painfully.
– How can you be such a liar and so mean to me at the same time, when you know I had a bad day ? he asks, raising an eyebrow, strengthening his hold on your poor cheeks.
– Having a bad day didn’t stop you from being stinky. Did you shit yourself ? you counter attack, resulting in Satoru laughing loudly and heartedly at your words.
– Remind me to call you if someone tries to bully me, because you are the worst, he sighs while shaking his head in amusement, rubbing the top of your head before walking towards your shower. You can’t help but smile.
– That’s it, go away, you stinky man, you joke. Quickly, you slap his ass to reinforce your need to annoy him. It was like a drug, and Satoru couldn’t say anything about it since he could be way worse than you when it was about being annoying.
He turns around in a swift move to face you after feeling the sting on his butt cheek.
– Oh, you’re not getting away after doing this, y/n, he chuckles in a threatening way. Sensing danger, you intend to run away. Barely two steps towards your safe place, aka your bedroom, he chases after you and catches your body in no time. You yell of surprise and squirm like a lion in a cage, knowing your incoming punishment.
– I’m sorry, go away ! you try to make him step back but that was near impossible. His hold on you was too strong. It was useless.
– What’s wrong y/n, scared that I will hit too hard ? he teases as he whispers in your ear. You shiver head to toe at the feeling of the vibration of his voice against the skin of your neck. He chuckles, while you stare at him.
– I didn’t hit hard. So if you do, we will have a problem Gojo, you answer intimidatingly as you call him by his family name on purpose.
– Wanna finish that on the ring, l/n ? I mean, the ring is your bed, so… he wanders. His dimples show. You take the opportunity to dash away, but he directly grabs you against the wall and slaps your ass. The sound vibrates in the air as you yelp.
– You morron, that hurts ! you exclaim as you nudge his side angrily and face him when he frees your limbs. The first thing you see is his victory smile. Your heart beats harder instantly.
– No it didn’t, I barely put any force in it. You’re just weak, he justifies himself, shrugging.
– Yes you did ! you protest pointing at him. He was having fun. You had less fun.
– Dare I say you’re not into spanking, y/n ? he asks innocently.
– Oh fuck off, you retort as you turn around, walking towards your bedroom. At least you weren’t running like earlier.
– Gladly ! Wanna join me ? he counters back.
– Go to shower.
– Wanna join me ? he repeats.
You slam the door of your bedroom.
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– Let’s play roblox, Satoru exclaims for the seventh time in a row. The moment he came back from his shower and jumped on your bed, it was over for you. How could this man still have energy after having such a long and exhausting day ? That was a mystery. You groan as you turn your back to him.
– No, I’m tired. Tomorrow, you briefly answer in a sigh. You shift in a comfortable position. At the same time he leans over you, two arms caging you on the mattress. You sink on the sheets.
– You hate me, he replies.
– No.
– You hate me, he insists, face getting closer to yours.
– Yes I do, you end up saying, rolling your eyes.
– You hate m- wait what ?
– Yes I hate you. Now, if you may… Good night ! you finish your sentence by turning your face towards the wall and closing your eyes. You hear a snort, and then lips fall on your cheek. Soon, teeth join in. Nibbling your skin was apparently Satoru’s favorite thing to do.
– You don’t really hate me, he whispers, more like to reassure himself. His breath falls on your neck and his mouth lands on your ear. More kisses.
– I don’t, but I will if you don’t let me sleep, you whisper back, keeping your eyes closed.
– I wanted to marry you on roblox. It would be fun, he whines. Now his cheek rests against yours while he snuggles, pouting against your tired body.
– Can we do that on roblox ? you question, sceptical. He moves his body to swallow yours in the most natural way there is.
– I think so.
– Then let’s get married now, not on roblox, you sigh, hoping that will make him stop bothering you for the rest of the night. He tilts his head, stopping to kiss and nibble your jawline like a dog. He seems thoughtful, and smiles, but then again quickly gets lost in the track of his thoughts.
– Alright. But we don’t have a priest, and I’m not wearing my special smoking. Oh, and the ring-
– Oh my god Satoru, you don’t need all this ! you exclaim, just wanting to sleep.
– Of course I do !
– Gojo Satoru, do you want to be my husband ? Yes, good. Now, l/n y/n do I want to be your wife ? Yes. Now you may kiss the bride ! Yoohoo ! you say quickly to just put an end to it.
Satoru blinks once, realizing what you just said, before grabbing your face and kissing you as quickly as possible. It wasn’t like earlier. It wasn’t as soft, as fleeting. This kiss was full of force, of hunger, despair and craving. It lasts so much longer as well. The moment you part to breathe, the second that follows, he is back on you. Mouth melting against yours. Urgent, needy, full of love and desire. Satoru was dying to kiss you more, and more, and even more.
You giggle at his eagerness, not losing time to even question why he kissed you like you two were long lost lovers. Maybe you were.
– Satoru, you don’t let me sleep ! you chuckle, but it’s quickly swallowed by his lips.
– I want more kisses, he implores, like a child desperately asking for the most precious thing in the world. Begging to have a greedy taste of the succulent flavor of your skin.
Maybe best friends aren’t supposed to kiss like lovers. Satoru would answer that you two weren’t best friends. You were worse. It didn’t matter to have a label for the sake of identifying your relationship with him. As long as he could freely love you, and you as well, it’s all that mattered. All he wanted was to be by your side and to forever lose himself in your lips.
Before kissing you again, he says :
– Waiter, a cup of kisses please !