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▶ BOUNDARIES — the day when Suguru entered the shower with you.
contents: college!au, roommates — 1,3k words
𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙀𝘿𝙇𝙀𝙔 | series masterlist
“Don’t freak out.”
You blame it on the water. Hot, steamy and falling right onto your head, your reaching up face and the hum of it filling your ears. A monotone murmur of drops pitter-pattering and bouncing off your exposed skin — it made you disconnect. A moment of relaxation, and it worked wonders to your body, your tensed up muscles, your clattered thoughts. It quieted you down, made your breath slower, soothed the hectic beat of your heart — effect of an unpleasant confrontation with your classmate in the morning. A girl upset and nervous, jealous and heated, took it all out on you and you couldn’t do nothing but take it. Wasn’t the first time, certainly not the last as well and over the years you grew to tolerate this sort of events as they were inevitable, they came along the very close friendship you shared with your boys. It’s fine, you always tell them and it is, in fact, fine, but the attack you endured just two hours before was oddly, unnecessarily personal and it stung.
You took it under the shower, making use of the empty apartment — both Satoru and Suguru being out for classes and practice — and just enjoying the sizzling hot water warming your skin. It was comforting, meditative almost, and nearly as soothing as a cuddle session. It felt good. So very good that when the environment changed suddenly, your heart dropped to your stomach.
“Suguru?” Your head snapped to the side, your entire body flinched in shock as the matted glass of the shower doors moved and you caught a frame twice your size entering the tight area of the stall. The sight of your roommate somewhat calmed you down. “What is happening?”
“I’m sorry sweets, I really am, but I called you, knocked, but you didn’t hear and I really need to wash up quick and run,” your friend explained, his tone more frantic than you’re used to and for few moments you watched him, frozen. He was already lathering shower gel over his body. Intense scent of skincare filled in the steamy air with a mixture of fresh seagrass and coconut, and soon you snapped out of the haze.
“Sorry, I didn’t hear,” you said dumbly, still very much confused, confirming his words and shifting a little closer to the wall, making more space for him.
It was awkward — it should be — but somehow, you felt at ease with him there. It was the very first time you saw him fully naked, and vice versa, but Suguru was a safe space and besides a heat that creeped right up your cheeks, that surely got lost in the flush you already had from the hot stream of water, you weren’t too worried. Tearing your eyes off his muscular, strong built — a sculpture carved out of the finest marble — proved itself to be the most difficult as you handed him the showerhead.
“Yeah, I noticed,” he said, already washing off the fluff and bubbles of his shower gel. “They moved the lecture for earlier, I had to cut my training short and I just couldn’t go all sweaty. I’m really sorry sweets, I’ll apologize properly later, okay?”
“It’s all fine. Good luck, Sug,” you offered him a soft smile and took the sprayer back as the man moved to exit. Before he left completely, and despite the rush he was in, he managed to spare a second to press a tender kiss to your temple.
It wouldn’t be Suguru if he didn’t make time to smother you with love.
“You’re gorgeous by the way. See ya later!” And he was gone, just like that, leaving you flushed and so very confused, in a cloud of heated condensation and empty cage of tiles.
* * *
Few hours passed until the lonely, quiet apartment filled up with the playful banter that seems to never end whenever your roommates are together — which is a lot. You were already in bed, nuzzled against the pillows and wrapped in blankets. Tired. You were so tired after that day, the few classes you had to attend to after the shower sucked the life out of you. It piled up — the tension between you and your classmate, the unannounced test from one of the subjects you don’t particularly like nor study for, the rain that caught you in the middle of your relatively short way home from the college and the absurdly microscopic amount of cheese in the absurdly overpriced cheese sandwich you bought in a rush. Should’ve taken the ham.
But the day was soon over and it’s a matter of minutes now until you’ll be able to truly rest in a safe and moderately suffocating embrace of long limbs and warm bodies. The sleeping dilemma that at first seemed to be the greatest worry about the apartment, now was your favorite aspect of it — you often find yourself longing for the late night hours, especially on days like this one. You like the everlasting amount of heat that your friends produced and even though you were often trapped or squished, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Hey,” a soft, honey-like tone reached your ears and forced you to lift up the heavy eyelids. You smiled seeing Suguru’s gorgeous features and feeling his fingers along your cheekbone. “Are you angry at me?”
“Huh? Why?” You asked, moving towards him, lifting your head just slightly to study him more. He looked troubled, worried and you couldn’t place it. What was the reason?
“For the shower situation from earlier?”
“Oh… no, god, absolutely not,” you shook your head and dropped the weight of it back onto the pillowy clouds. “I don’t care if you see me naked, don’t worry about it.”
“Either way, I bought you the chocolate you like so much.”
Chocolate.
“The diabetic bomb?”
“Yeah, that one,” the boy smiled and showed you the gift. A bar of the most divine chocolate you’ve ever eaten — expensive too — filled with sinfully decadent, luscious coconut mousse and little pieces of gooey caramel chunks. A diabetic bomb, as Suguru always mocks it, because in a scale from zero to ten, its sweetness is easily a sixteen.
Suguru ripped the package open and broke off a piece, putting it into your waiting mouth and you moaned. It was sublime, it was posh and sensual. It could easily be an aphrodisiac. A heaven, melting slowly on your tongue, spreading its glory across your very soul and you melted with it. It felt like a sin, it felt wrong and so, so right.
“You didn’t need to buy me anything, Sug,” you spoke finally, once your senses came back from the trip of pure, primal pleasure. “But I do appreciate it even though I should be the one to apologize. I didn’t hear you.”
“You know that I wouldn’t push your boundaries like that if it wasn’t so very urgent.”
“I know and also, I told you already, I don’t care about any of you seeing me naked,” you said it again, reaching your hand to brush a piece of his bangs away from his eyes. He smiled and for a moment his eyes drifted away and you kind of knew what to expect.
“Who’s naked?” Satoru’s cheerfully cocky voice cut through the gentle atmosphere like a lovable razor and you felt the bed yielding underneath his weight as he climbed on and dropped right behind you. His body pressed tightly to your backside, his arm wrapped securely around your blanket-wrapped form and he pulled you towards himself, leaning his head over your shoulder and smothering your cheek with kisses. Affectionate. Suffocating. “I heard our roomie had a bad day, huh?”
“It’s fine now,” you chuckled, reaching up and ruffling his white, short hair, messing it up even more than it already was.
“Our poor little mochi, it’s alright now,” he cooed, teasingly sweet and then, in his very usual behavior, he tried to bite your cheek but you were quicker, stuffing his open mouth with a piece of chocolate. Suguru managed to roll his eyes and left you unattended with a bar of divine candy and your gluttonous friend. “Oh my god that is good.”
Safe to say, the chocolate didn’t stand a chance against you and Satoru.
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The husband and his ugly ass shrimp (you).
⇥ Reference
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Whatever you say about jjk fandom being weird about gojo, starting from going “hes not that strong he fucked up everything for kids” to “he’s the best i love him” all of this is exactly the way sorcerer society views him, honestly insane. Life imitates art thing
Gojo is something in between “he should have done better” and “he did more than anyone else” i hope he gets to annoy suguru for the rest of eternity
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Apparently Miles is a JJK fan (in the comics)
If you put these two in a room together I think the result would be adorable 🥺
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Husband!Aventurine x Reader
Synopsis : "they like diamonds not gold"
Warning : Cool Aventurine (yes that's a warning it's fatal)
You rolled your eyes, ignoring the mumblings of people around you as continued looking though various jewellery displayed in front of you.
"Isn't that the IPC guy's partner?"
"Aeons that's shameless. Buying such expensive things with their husband's hard earned money."
"I wonder how they bagged him to begin with"
You pointed at a necklace in the display cabinet, the employee taking it out and holding the piece in front of you on a velvety cushion.
"Must have opened their legs what else."
Your gaze turned sharp as you sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. Taking the necklace in your hand as you raised the pendant to see the emerald sparkle.
You smiled. It matched his clothes.
"Just a shameless gold digger."
You turned around at that, eyes piercing through the two ladies but before you could say anything an arm wrapped around your waist. You looked up to be met with those neon eyes and they smiled at you. His gloved hand thumbing at your forehead to ease the lines your forehead accumulated. You smiled in return, the issue long forgotten as soon as you saw your husband.
"Sorry it took me so long Treasure" He apologised, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he turned you both towards the counter, taking the necklace from your hand and handing it to the man standing behind the counter. A silent gesture for him to bag it up. You looked over your shoulder to see the ladies seething in rage.
Swiping his card over the machine he handed you the small bag, smiling down at you before he inserted the pin.
As you both turned towards the exit Aventurine stopped, his body turning to face the two ladies. "Next time just say that your husbands don't love you enough to spend money on you."
He swung his arm around your shoulder, preparing to leave when an easy going smile took over his features. He slightly turned his head towards them, slipping on his glasses.
"And My Treasure likes diamonds not gold."
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Let's raise the stakes, shall we?♠️🦚
if you look closely, you'll see some familiar faces👀
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highlights!
⇢ maki and shoko are trying to remain as calm as possible & not trying to scream "I KNEW IT"
⇢ they're alr devising a plan
⇢ y/n goin thruuuuu it rn ,,,
author's note!
⇢ its 2am and im about to pass out hehe. enjoy!
꒰ 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 ꒱
↳ as a rising star in the tumultuous world of hollywood, you're handed a golden opportunity to boost your career – a fake relationship. what your manager forgot to mention? your leading man is none other than satoru gojo, hollywood's notorious fuckboy. easy? well, not exactly.
PART THIRTY-ONE | NEXT
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The fact he's sharing the group photo not only with Lilia, but with Malleus too... The headcanon where Malleus forces his family to give him photos of you in festivals real? 👀
Serious comment though, it's in little moments like this when you pick up that Silver 100% considers Malleus as part of his family. Malleus for sure feels the same and he probably keeps an album of his lil family out on adventures. 🥹
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