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♥︎ bestfriend!gojo x reader <3 fluff fluff fluff !!! bestfriends to lovers! confessing feelings? ugh they like eachother so much it's disgusting! satoru is whipped. but so is reader (who wouldn't be?) lots & lots of kisses! <3 i love them so much !!! i still suck at tagging! this is short & sweet x have fun reading!

the clock ticking across the subdued room reads 5:37, the luminous break of dawn making way for new beginnings as the orange hues spill over the city.

new year. new beginnings. except the calendar stuck to your fridge with two little digimon character magnets gifted by satoru, among many others, still reads 31 December, notes and doodles made by you and your bestfriend and roomie, shoko, still adorably clear and present. a reminder to be changed.

you've made it through another year, with tons of things to tick of your bucket list for this upcoming new year: consistently visit the gym, travel goals, join a pottery class, go on a date etc. the list goes on.

however, kissing your guy bestfriend whom you've had overwhelming tension with all year round and finally coming to terms with your feelings on new years day on your kitchen floor was definitely not on your list of things you wished to accomplish this year.

a night was had, to say the least. drinks, games, fireworks, and a shit ton of polaroids taken. the perfect way to ease oneself into the possibly shitty or incredible year. none of that matters right now though, not when you and satoru are seated on the floor with your backs againt the kitchen island, your legs draped over his spread out ones. his fingers softly massaging at your ankles, courtesy to the heels you wore all night.

you both giggle quietly over sugurus soft snores, where he lies motionless from a night well spent.

"they're gonna need more than just water and painkillers to ride the hangover," you whispered with a tender smile as you watch haibaras head lull onto sugurus shoulder.

satoru hums. cheeks pinked and blushed, snowy hair messy as he watches over the city, the rising sun bathing him in something gentle, orange and blues creating a delicate glow around him.

the moment goes quiet, both admiring the glossy morning. the clock ticks. once, twice. then he turns to look at you with tired eyes, yet the softest most gentle eyes known to man. he sighs.

you turn too, gazing into a galaxy of gojo satorus pretty blues. god how much prettier can he get?

he smiles, rosy lips lifting into a soft smirk. "whatcha thinking?"

you shake your head lazily, shrugging, "nothing special."

you miss it when his hand leaves your ankle, but he brings it up to your face, brushing a strand of your hair over your shoulder.

"no?" he mutters, his index softly brushing at the apples of your cheek.

your lips purse, shaking your head once more before answering. "just how pretty you are."

this makes him laugh, in the most boyish most endearing way possible. you turn pink, just like his blushed nose. shy, embarrassed. you turn to face away.

when he finally stops, all smiley and giggly, he brings his hand up again to turn your face to his. you refuse. he doesn't give up.

"hey," he says in the softest way possible.

you finally look at him, "you're full of shit."

he laughs once more, then brings his forehead to yours. close. so close. he nudges his nose against yours. soft. delicate. tender.

lips seconds away from eachother, he whispers, "i think you're pretty." his fingers brush against yours in his lap. "my prettiest girl."

you nuzzle closer, smiling against his lips. not kissing. because bestfriends don't kiss. and satoru is your bestfriend. but bestfriends also don't tell eachother they're pretty with their lips two seconds away from colliding.

you breathe. he too. frowning as you pull away, just a little. you don't wanna lose... whatever this is. whatever you're feeling. but fuck, it's dangerous. him. his lips. his eyes.

his lashes flutter prettily as he looks at you. "yn," he whispers, thumb carefully tracing your hip. up and down, left and right. gently. he's gonna kill you both off.

you swallow too, breath stuttering a little, fingers playing with the buttons on the front of his white button up, three buttons undone. he's truly a menace.

"satoru."

he smiles, eyes closed, in that boyish, charming way. blushing. oh what he'd give to hear you say his name for the rest of eternity. so pretty. so prefect coming from you.

his nervousness finally shows when he gently squeezes your hip. chewing on his bottom lip, squeeze, eyes up to look at you.

"what are we?" he swallows down his nervousness. fuck, satoru. do it.

like him, your swallow down your nerves. it's happening. fucking face it.

"i mean, we're bestfriends, aren't we?" you say teasingly. yeah you're bestfriends. but you also know what he's asking. you're messing with him. you're also too scared to confront your feelings.

he frowns. cute. then, he whines. "you know that's not what i meant," a pout forms on his pretty pink lips. oh satoru.

you giggle. "what pretty boy?"

fuck. that name gets him all hot and bothered. he brushes it off quickly, "i mean... yeah. bestfriends. but you and sho are bestfriends too. yet you both don't... you know... do what we do..."

you smirk, holding in a laugh as you continue to tease him. "and what do we do, satoru?"

he sends a death stare your way, making you laugh as he rolls his eyes, arm crossing over the other.

your infectious laughter fills the apartment, leaving satoru a weak, weak man. who does he thank for bringing you into his life?

just as you're calming down, he smiles, rolls his eyes again, and pulls you closer by your waist. your chest against his, he thinks you can feel his heart pounding against his chest.

he looks up at you with seriousness now, wide eyed and love struck. his finger tips trace the skin of your bare back, thanks to the dress's lack of material and design of a sexy open back.

"what are we, yn?"

your hands naturally go to rest against his nape, playing with the much shorter hair compared to the rest of his head. something easy. something learned over the past few years.

"what do you want us to be, satoru?" your voice hushed.

his breathing picks up, palm going to your cheek as he brings you closer, nose nudging against yours once more, like he'd done a million times before.

"this," satoru whispers softly, before finally pressing against your plush lips. fucking hell he's losing his mind. why didn't he do this before? his mind screams and goes quiet all at once. time seems to stand still and he doesn't wanna leave your lips. never.

you aren't any better, mind and body going numb as he moves his soft lips against yours. you always dreamt of what it'd be like to kiss gojo satoru. and now, you pull at his shirt, wanting him as close as possible. such a pretty kisser is satoru as he brings you closer with his fingers between your hair. his other hand going up your bare thigh and under your dress to feel the skin of your hip against his warm palm.

you kiss, and kiss, and kiss. god you could kiss him forever. he's gentle and rough all at once. your palms move to his cheek, down to his neck, down to his chest, tapping gently as you pull away, missing his lips immediately.

your heavy breaths mingle as you breath against one another, chest in sync, his hand massaging your hip, yours softly scratching at his scalp. comforting. sweet.

"i want us to be this," he hums. "together."

"together?" you coo.

he nods, "together."

you smile. shy. flushed. cute, he thinks. before he's attacking you with dainty kisses all over your face and neck and chest, forcefully having to push him away at his chest.

you both giggle, eyes closed, foreheads against eachother.

"god you're so beautiful. my perfect girl." this. this gets you all shy.

"what took us this long?" you nudge.

he shakes his head, "idiots we are."

you, all smiley, plant a quick kiss against his own smiley lips. "idiots."