──⋅✮ heatwave
ㅤㅤ ㅤ⭑ pairing. tattoo artist!ryomen sukuna x reader
ㅤㅤ ㅤ⭑ about. you couldn't wait for the heatwave to be done, and finally the world had answered your prayers... so why you were punishing your boyfriend? no sorcerers!au. (wc: 1.510)
ㅤㅤ ㅤ.ᐟ warnings. none. chubby reader.
ㅤㅤ ㅤᯓ masterlist.
⭑ anthology masterlist.
Finally, this felt nice. Being in a cold bed after the heat wave that had been going on for more than a week felt like being graced entrance in heaven.
The silence felt nice as well, as the fan had been working overtime for the past few days—its constant hum had been driving you mad to the point of tears some nights. Every night, you would climb into bed feeling nice and cool, but within ten minutes, you were already sweating your arse off. It was already a nightmare, but on top of that, you had to deal with the furnace that was your boyfriend.
Ryomen didn't really feel the heat. He was always just chilling half-naked around the flat you shared, completely unbothered by it—something that made you the most jealous person, you wished you could handled the heat. The worst thing? The second his head touched the pillow, he was already half asleep.
On instinct, his body would slide closer to yours, his heavy arms wrapping around your waist. That would genuinely make you want to tear up, as you could already feel the sweat trickling down your back and sleep just vanishing.
Once he was deeply asleep, you'd quietly sneak into the living room and spend hours on the balcony before exhaustion eventually caught up with you, leaving you passed out on the giant beanbag with the faint summer breeze keeping you company, that wasn't really enough to cool you down.
Every time, you'd wake up back in bed hours later, Ryomen nowhere to be seen—already at the gym or work.
Yesterday,however, a storm had broken out. Heavy, loud, scary—and fucking refreshing. The temperature had dropped from 37°C to 22°C, with the night cooling down to 13°C. It was as if heaven had finally settled on earth after days spent in hell.
The biggest smile stretched across your face right now. Even more than the cold and the silence, tonight was brainstorming night—meaning Ryo wasn't home. He'd only be back hours later, armed with dozens of new ideas he'd eagerly show you while asking for your opinion tomorrow.
Alone and cold, this was what you had been dreaming off for the past week.
With the window wide open, the cold wind made you shiver, but for now, you refused to cover yourself. You wanted to be as cold as possible before falling asleep. It felt as though you were being reborn, and you wanted to savour every second of it—as long as it would last, you'd stay cold.
This was going to be the best night of your life or at least, that's what it felt like.
You didn't know when you had fallen asleep. You couldn't tell what time it was, but you were jolted awake by the sound of the window slamming shut. Outside, the sky was darker than usual, heavy rain pelting the glass. Water had pooled on the floor from minutes—if not hours—of rain.
"Fuck," you mumbled into the pillow before forcing yourself up.
Before you could grab a random t-shirt from the laundry basket, the bedroom door opened, scaring the absolute shit out of you. The loudest scream ripped from your throat as you threw your hands over your face on instinct, preparing for a hit.
Seconds later, a warm hand clamped over your mouth, muffling the sound. Before you even opened your eyes, your palm cracked hard against the person's cheek. You immediately felt awful when you finally looked up, only to find your boyfriend staring back at you with the most deadpan expression imaginable.
Pushing him away, you slipped out of his arms before pressing a hand against your chest, your heart hammering violently.
"What the actual fuck?" you whispered, trying to steady your breathing.
"I'm just coming home," he whispered back. "You what the fuck?"
"I was sleeping!" Your whisper grew louder.
"With the shutters open?" His eyes flicked between you and the rain-soaked room.
Rolling your eyes, you lightly smacked his chest before noticing the t-shirt he was wearing. Seeing an opportunity to get back to bed sooner, you stared at it.
"Give me your shirt." It wasn't a request, it was an order.
"What?" he asked, one brow lifting.
"Give me your shirt," you repeated. "It's a simple thing."
Sighing, he didn't bother asking why, he simply pulled the shirt over his head. The lightning—being just as dramatic as your boyfriend—flashed at that exact moment, illuminating his body and the tattoos stretching across his chest.
If you weren't exhausted down to your very last bones, you probably would've jumped him right there—heatwave also meant no sex, so you were admittedly a little on edge. But no. You stayed focused, snatching the shirt before kneeling by the window and using it to soak up the water.
A loud catcall whistle echoed through the room, making you glare back at your boyfriend, who hadn't moved an inch. His eyes shamelessly fixed on your arse. Shaking your head, you couldn't help the smile tugging at your lips before returning to the puddle.
Once you were done, you stood and tossed the soaking shirt back at his chest.
"Go shower," was all you said.
His laugh followed you as you reopened the window for a moment before quickly pulling the shutters closed and climbing back into bed. The sheets were deliciously cold, your body finally cool against the freezing pillow.
It was perfect.
Perfection didn't last long, though.
Minutes later, a warm, still-damp body collapsed onto your back while you lay on your stomach.
"No," you groaned, trying to wriggle free.
"What?" You could hear the pout in his voice.
"Get away," you groaned again, your cheek squashed into the pillow.
"But it's cold tonight."
His voice was full of whining, and all you could picture was his little nephew, Yuji, pouting whenever he didn't get his way. Despite the hard demeanour he always put on, Ryomen was a complete cuddle bug. It had been one of the biggest surprises after you started dating, not that you minded.
Tonight, however, you wanted to enjoy the cold all by yourself.
When you didn't answer and kept trying to escape him, you felt his weight lift off your back. A small smile spread across your face, convinced you'd won. You should've known better.
Seconds later, the bedside lamp clicked on.
When you glanced over your shoulder, he was sitting against the headboard, arms crossed over his chest, wearing the deepest pout you'd ever seen.
"You're being ridiculous," you mumbled, dropping your head back onto the pillow.
You weren't about to fall for his trap. You closed your eyes immediately, determined to go back to sleep. When the light still didn't go off, you nearly spoke again but thought better of it.
"You're being ridiculous," he repeated, breaking the silence. And somehow you could still hear the pout in his voice. It made you giggle. "I left you alone for a week..."
He sounded genuinely offended.
"You didn't. I slept on the balcony most of the nights," you shot back, feeling yourself wake up a little more.
"Oh my God, sorry I love cuddling my girlfriend. God strike me down."
There he went. Being dramatic all over again.
"Jesus," you sighed. "Am I babysitting Yuji or something?"
"Sure, go ahead. Make fun of me." That only made you laugh harder. "I'm miserable over here and you're having a laugh."
"Turn the light off," was all he got in return.
Huffing dramatically, he finally lay back down, and a second later, the light clicked off.
His body settled on the opposite side of the bed, his warmth lingering even from a distance. With the window still slightly ajar, the room grew colder and colder, while the steady rain hitting against the shutters slowly lulled you back to sleep.
Another little sigh was the final straw.
Reaching behind you, you patted the mattress until you found your boyfriend. The moment your fingers brushed against his hand, you grabbed it and pulled him closer. His body followed immediately.
Seconds later, his arm was wrapped around your waist, his chest resting against your back.
"You're a baby," you mumbled, your voice heavy with sleep.
"I know," he replied softly, pressing little kisses against the skin of your neck.
You'd be lying if you said it didn't feel nice.
As usual, his body melted against yours like it was always meant to be there. It was cute how attached he could get, how clingy he became—especially when he was tired, which you knew he was.
"God," he whispered against your neck sounding like a sigh of relief. "I love you."
That made you giggle. How a six-foot-something man could become this adorable was beyond you. How could you not fall for a man like that?
"Love you too," you whispered back.
Honestly, you'd take a hundred heatwaves for moments like these. Well... maybe not, but you could always move to a colder country. Problem solved.
©fromsil.
a.n.: cute little blurb because i cannot stand the heat anymore... give me winter please.