no ac?
g. satoru x reader, suggestive wc: 1.0k pt 2.
◎≋.. it was hot, you sat in front of a fan feeling the thick air, a measly attempt to cool down. the record breaking heatwave was something unexpected. the sound of cicadas outside, mixed with the thick, sticky air was unbearable. you let out a sigh flopping back onto the mattress.
"this is too much.." you muttered to gojo next to you, he had been suffering just as much as you are, you were supposed to be spending summer break relaxing around your house, but then the ac went out, you couldn't even blame it, it put up a good fight, poor thing.
he only hummed in response, his forearm resting against his eyes, sprawled out on the floor below you. normally, you'd expect him to be more chipper, despite the weather, but this was truly bad. you sat up again, looking down at him, just trying to make sure he was alive, when you felt your breath catch in your throat. he was only wearing a pair of linen shorts, and his now sweaty t shirt had begun to ride up, showing off a little bit of his pale skin, and the white hairs leading towards-
you cleared your throat, "i think I have some ice cream in the fridge, wait here while i go look," you muttered, lazily peeling yourself from your bed, his only response being an affirmative groan. you padded over to the kitchen, feeling temporary relief from the freezer, standing there for much less time than you wanted to. you quickly grabbed a carton of strawberry ice cream that you were glad you picked up during a shopping trip earlier that week, 2 spoons, and headed back to your bedroom.
you had almost dropped the recently retrieved items, if just a peak of gojos torso was enough to raise the temperature of the room 10 degrees, imagine the absolute volcano you were in now. he was now standing and stretching, shirtless, his biceps flexing, as sweat accentuated his muscular body, he turned to you, a small smile now on his lips, his cheeks slightly reddened due to the heat, and his eyes sitting dangerously low. holy crap.
"you took forever, i thought i was gonna melt" he must've noticed the brief glance towards his chest, "see something you like?" he raised a brow at you, the smile turning into a smirk as you rolled your eyes, handing him a spoon "nothing is more interesting to me than this ice cream right now."
'smooth' you thought, even though he clearly wasn't buying it, he watched as you opened the carton, it was almost like he discovered a secret treasure, he didn't even hesitate before grabbing a large scoop and immediately shoveling it into his mouth.
"im revived, i died and came back! i'm alive!" he squealed, as you took your own bite, the same size if not larger than his, you felt the immediate discomfort and let out a gasp,
"brain freeze-" you hissed, to which he laughed, taking advantage and grabbing the carton from you while you pressed a palm to your head.
"you really shouldn't try to keep up with me you know-" he said spoon coming out of his mouth with a pop, "i'm quite the experienced eater" he looked at you with a glint in his eye, not matched by yours, "don't say shit like that again, i think you made it worse.." you sighed, taking a seat on the bed, "give me my spoon, i want a proper try" you held your hand out, to which gojo shook his head "no way! you can't even control yourself, why don't you let me take care of you, i'll be gentle i swear" he said, one hand holding a singular spoon, which you could've sworn you grabbed 2... and the carton, and the other on his heart. you sighed, it was too hot to argue, he sat next to you, and you positioned yourself to face him, he looked laser focused, and you couldn't tell if the blush on his face was only from the heat.
you glanced down at him carefully taking a scoop of ice cream, before hovering it in front of your mouth, shuffling a bit closer now, and moving his eyes between you and the spoon. was he serious?
"c'mon..let me take care of you"
"it was just a brain freeze, toru..i'm not sick.."
"it's melting! hurry before we make a mess!"
you sighed, leaning in and encompassing the spoon with your mouth, closing your eyes to relish in the sweet, cool and refreshing taste, which made you miss what you were doing to the man in front of you. gojo stared at you now, quietly trying to steady his breath as he watched the tiniest amount of ice cream drip down your chin, past your neck, down into your sweaty tank top. what was supposed to be a casual normal hang out was the toughest battle of his life. he'd always found you to be stunning, but it was easy to suppress aside from a usual glance here or there, but today? today was impossible, he watched you walk out the door to grab the ice cream like he was starving and you were the biggest buffet he'd ever seen. so it was without even thinking, pure instinct that he reached to swipe the remaining ice cream off your chin, he may have missed on purpose, who knows, who cares.
"hey.." he let out, his voice now down to a whisper, his eyes focused on your lips, "why don't we try something else to cool down?" it was a stupid line, but you didn't really care, all that was on your mind was him, and how he was touching you.
"yeah..? like what.." you were whispering now , noticeably leaning in towards him. there was no one else home, but it felt like you had been sneaking around back in your grade school days"
"why don't i pour this ice cream on you, then lick it off before it all melts?" his eyes snapped back up to meet yours, he was never a shy person with his wording.
"...ok"
