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Taylor’s been on tumblr for four months and we still have not gotten any kind of acknowledgement or explanation of this gif:

WELL I DEMAND ANSWERS.

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12. parasite free.

chapter twelve to buop (nanami kento x reader jjk medical au.)

contents here.

summary: you're not looking forward to working kento after asami's abrupt return and his lack of communication, but the day goes a lot better than you thought it would. until you get some bad news.

“Are you nervous about seeing Dr. Nanami today?” Megumi asks while you’re waiting for Nobara and Yuji.

It’s the early morning and work is about to start soon. Megumi and you are the only two ready to leave, so you stand next to each other as Nobara and Yuji tear the apartment apart with the last spare minutes they have to get ready. You try to hide from Megumi’s invasive question by wrapping your scrub jacket across your body and crossing your arms.

“No, why would I be nervous?” You can hear your own defensive tone. Yuji joins the waiting pool just as you answered, a piece of toast between his teeth as he puts on his scrub jacket that matches with the chose of scrubs he’s wearing.

“Because his ex-fiancé showed up yesterday.” Megumi responds in an obvious tone.

You haven’t talked about Asami showing up at work yet. It only happened yesterday, but you carried on after work like it was nothing. You laughed with your roommates on your way to your car just minutes after Kento tells you he’ll text you soon and you arrived home like you were okay with it all.

To make it obvious you didn’t care if Kento did or didn’t text you, you put your phone on silent and purposely left it in your room while you hung out in the living room the entire night. Your roommates joined you in watching reruns of a reality show you had found on a streaming service. They swore it was because they’re interested in the show of your choice, but truthfully they didn’t want you to sit alone with whatever thoughts you may or may not be having running in your head.

No one mentioned what happened at work, the three of them were waiting for you to say something, and when you didn’t, they had to accept that you didn’t want to talk about it. But they were worried for you. They’ve noticed the subtle changes in you lately.

You’d come home from your time with Kento, a plate full of left overs of what you and Kento—mostly Kento—cooked that evening. You’d talk about him the whole time while the three of them scarfed down the food, and while they were engrossed in the rich flavors of new dishes almost every night, they also listened to how happy and comfortable you’d been getting with Kento.

You were falling for him, you didn’t realize it, but they could see it.

Kento didn’t text you at all.

Zero messages from him. You stared at your phone with a heavy pit in your stomach at the end of the night. You don’t know what you expected, but you felt like you should have known better.

“The other woman.” Yuji whispers dramatically, bringing you back to the present and now holding his toast in his hand. He takes a giantic bite out of it and chews thoroughly before talking again. “Technically, you’re the other woman, right?”

“No, moron,” Nobara chimes. Her bedroom door shuts close behind her and she walks up to join the three of you. “Nanami and his little pharmacy rep weren’t together anymore, so it was fair game.” She’s kept her promise to you, she’s going to be mean to and about Asami, even now.

You sigh and grip your keys tightly. “I’m waiting for you guys in my car.”

But everyone was ready to leave now, so the three of them don't give you a moment’s peace and follow you out the front door and pile into your car.

The drive to work was a nice distraction. Yuji sat in the front with you and continuously changed songs, never letting one finish completely before he skipped to the next one. The loud yelling and requests for songs were surprisingly clearing your mind from the impending awkwardness you’d face with Kento today.

You were scheduled to work with him today. Usually, you’d be looking forward to it. The longing stares and lingering touches between patient visits made your skin tingle and burn. The built up tension would burst the minute you’re back in Kento’s apartment, ravishing each other until you’re both sticky, sweaty messes.

Your legs feel heavy like they’re made out of led as you walk into the clinic. You try your best to avoid making eye contact with Kento the minute you’re inside the building, which turns out to be easy when you realize he’s actually nowhere to be found.

It was odd, to say the least. Kento is usually at work by now. After grabbing your scribe laptops, all of you went the nurse stations where the scheduled physicians would be working at. Nobara went with Dr. Ieiri, Megumi with Dr. Gojo, and Yuji with Dr. Haibara.

Dr. Nanami still hadn’t shown up. You log into the electronic health system to check the day’s schedule and you find it completely empty. Kento’s clinic had been canceled. Now it’s really feeling weird.

You check the rest of the physicians’ schedules and see a familar name that’s taken Kento’s place today: Dr. Suguru Geto.

Right on cue, you hear Suguru’s silky voice call your name. You feel chills down your spine and your stomach churn. You blame it on Suguru’s sudden appearance in the clinic, something that never happens, rather than how attractive his voice is.

You turn to face the physician, mustering up a smile. “Good morning, Dr. Geto. I think I’m scribing for you today.”

“You’re correct. I had some last minute cases come in for post-op visits.” He explains. His long hair is tied up today, though lose strands frame his pretty face. “Sorry for the sudden intrusion.”

You’re quick to shake your head, waving off his apology with your hand. “No, it’s good, great, awesome. I’ve totally missed working with you.”

You’re kissing butt and even though Suguru can tell that you are, he finds it funny. Even his deep chuckling sounds attractive and it pairs nicely with the small smile on his pink lips and the small crinkles at the corner of his eyes.

You’re not completely lying. Sure, last time, which was also the only other time you’ve worked with Suguru, was exhausting; Suguru wouldn’t slow down for you, barely paid any mind to you. But this time feels different, he’s already making some small talk with you, so that’s a good sign, right?

“Still, I hope some of these patients will help you forgive me for barging in. They’re rather interesting.” Suguru can tell he’s peaked your interest by the way your ears perked up.

“Interesting how?” You asked, leaning over to look at the screen Suguru was currently using. You read the patient’s demographics but nothing stands out to you.

“Do you know what neurocysticercosis is?” Suguru’s smirk is alluring and it only grows when you shake your head.

You’re blown away after your first patient of the day.

“Parasites—!” You exclaim in a hushed tone, leaning over the nurse station desk so Suguru can hear you. He’s laughing again, keeping it low and quiet but you hear the rumbling. “—In the brain? That’s so, oh my god...”

The patient was a 36-year-old male who was experiencing unresolving seizures and waited six weeks before choosing to get evaluated by a professional (Dr. Gojo). After numerous tests and scans, the diagnosis was: neurocysticercosis, A.K.A. parasites in his brain.

You felt squeamish in the exam room, you tried your best not to stare at the patient and wonder how it feels to have parasites crawling around in your brain, but you failed the whole time. Now you still stare and watch the patient walks out of the clinic, parasite-free.

“And you removed all of them?” You ask still amazed, looking back at Suguru who’s attention is still on you.

Suguru nods slightly, like it’s no big deal. “One by one. I had the entire surgery recorded for a case study, I’ll have someone dig it up so you can watch it.”

Your eyes are practically stars, wide and sparkling with curiosity. Not everyone can handle the gritty details of surgery, but you loved them. Suguru found himself liking how you fawned over him, looking at him like he’s some kind of rockstar for doing what he does for a living; he thought it was cute coming from you.

The rest of the day was an unremarkable step up from the last time you scribed for Dr. Geto.

He was still as quick as last time, barely leaving you any time to switch between patients, or breathe, as he zipped in and out of exam rooms. But he was more inclined toward you this time around. Suguru remains as not the most talkative person you’ve worked with, but you can tell the difference in the lingering silences between you two. It was a nice change and a nice distraction from what you were originally dreading today.

Suguru and you finish with patients an hour before the clinic closes. You wrap up finishing patient chart notes, sighing quietly to yourself now that the workday was over for you. From the corner of your eye, you see Suguru scrolling through his phone, occasionally typing.

The silence is nice is no longer dreadful or heavy with worry of wondering if Suguru was pleased or not. You’ve heard talks of Suguru being rather difficult to work with, he expects so much out of those on his team, it feels almost disappointing when you can’t reach his expectations. Today, you didn’t feel that way.

“I’m trying to steal you, you know.” Suguru’s voice is thick like honey, it breaks the quiet between you two and fills you. A chill runs up your arms, prickling your skin.

“O-Oh?” Is all you manage to breathe out.

“I’ve been pestering Gojo to let you scribe my surgeries.” Now his words make more sense. What a way to lead you on. “You’d be working in the OR with me, documenting everything I say on to the operative report.”

Your fingers freeze where they are on the keyboard and your eyebrow quirks up. “I’d be in the OR with you, I can watch you do brain surgery?”

“Yes, if you’d like. You could turn away if it’s too gruesome.”

“Are you kidding? I would love to do that.” You breathe out slowly, a smile inches on your lips. “My roommates are gonna be so jealous.”

Suguru finally clicks his phone off, tucking it into the pocket of his white coat. “Well, I’ll keep pestering Gojo about it.”

Today turned out to be something you needed. You shouldn’t be wallowing over a man you weren’t committed to anyways. Kento has a lot more personal and emotional baggage that you don’t want to care for—you already have your own baggage to lug around and ignore, you can’t spare more effort to do the same to someone else’s.

Even if that someone else has a holy dick that’s made you cum for the first time ever, and has made you cum again and again and again since then. And even if that someone else has the softest blonde hair you’ve ever felt and the firmest hands that hold you in all the right places and the most attractive voice you’ve heard say your name and makes your heart feel like it’s got an arrythmia.

Medicine and surgery are your goals. You and Yuji shared a spit-covered handshake in junior high to become doctors together, and that’s what you should be focusing on. Your time with Suguru today reinforced that goal for you.

“Oh, are you going to visit Nanami today?” Suguru asks out of the blue. It felt like like glass shattering around you.

You’re confused—why is Suguru asking if you’ll visit Kento? Does he know about you two? No, no one knows. Well, except for your roommates. And Maki, someone on the trauma floor who’s been hanging out with Nobara a lot lately, she might know too. But still, no one else important enough to this hospital should know, so why is Suguru asking you this?

You try your best to keep yourself casual. “N-No, why would I—I don’t know Dr. Nanami that well, why would I ever do that?”

Why is Suguru looking at you like that? Like you’re mean, or worse, like you’ve just confessed to hooking up with one of the doctors you work for.

“Uh, okay.” Suguru’s words slither out slowly. “Well, he’s being discharged later tonight, I thought you’d pop in before he leaves.”

“Discharged?”

Suguru realizes you haven’t heard what’s happened. “He was brought into the ER last night after a car accident. Dr. Gojo admitted him for over night observation.”

Suguru notices the change in your demeanor. Delivering bad news is common as a doctor, it’s roughly 40% of his job, it’d be higher if he was bad at his job. He is used to being the bearer of bad news, but he doesn’t like how you shrink into yourself, picking at your cuticles and your skin turning slightly white.

“That’s terrible...” You swallow slowly, your throat feels dry. “I-I don’t know him like that, we just work well together. But I hope he recovers soon.”

“I’ll let him know.” Suguru’s rests his hand on your shoulder, a touch of comfort you can’t feel through how cold your skin is.

You smile but it doesn’t reach up to your eyes like you were previously doing. After giving you a last sympathetic smile, Suguru takes his leave and you’re left to think about Kento alone.

All night you were mulling over if you should care if Kento texted you or not, only to feel a bottomless pit in your gut when you read zero notifications on your phone screen. You thought Kento was probably too busy consummating whatever the status of his relationship was with Asami, but he wasn’t.

Kento was lying in a hospital room after a car crash.

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theestallion: We made it to JAPAN 🇯🇵

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genuinely one of the worst things that’s happened to television in the last few years (exacerbated by streaming services) is death of Filler. going from 20 episodes to 8 because “we didn’t really need that episode where the main characters went to the beach right? it had no long lasting effect” but we DID!!! we needed to see how they act without the Big Bad Plot and to establish the dynamics between the characters and lay in the sun (do they forget sunscreen? how do they react to a thieving seagull? do they get buried in the sand or do they do the burying?). the plot isn’t everything. the action doesn’t hit as hard without the quiet moments. give us character development and our little scenes back

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TAYLOR SWIFT The 66th Annual GRAMMY Awards (Feb 04, 2024)

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11. contagious.

chapter eleven to buop (nanami kento x reader jjk medical au.) .

full contents here.

summary: kento is more than happy to give you some cooking lessons. cooking lessons turn to spending more and more intimate time with kento.

warning: sexual scenes. oral (male receiving).

You were a liar. A complete liar.

In your defense, you had to message Kento about leaving your bra behind. It was new and expensive, you couldn't justify buying a new one when you can ask Kento for it back. He was kind enough to wash it for you before you returned to pick it up a few nights later.

You stand near his entry way, your fingers rubbing the soft material your bra is made out of, before you look up at Kento.

“Can I ask a really awkward question?” You ask.

Kento nods, letting you continue.

“We've had sex a few times and we haven't been using anything...” you swallow slowly. “Do you have... anything I should be aware of?”

The older man catches on quickly. You're asking if he has any sexually transmitted infections. Kento smiles warmly, wanting you to feel at ease with this topic. “No, I don't. I usually wear condoms with my past partners, but I'm clean, I got checked at my last physical recently.”

You nod, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. It's been such a rush with Kento since meeting him, there had been many heat-in-the-moment moments that you just kept forgetting to ask him for a condom. It's not like you at all. You're usually so protective with yourself.

“Good, good.” You're almost breathless with relief. “I'm on birth control, but I always make sure to use a condom. Except, well, with you.” Your cheeks feel warm at your confession.

Kento's smile stretches just a little bit more, you almost missed noticing it. “Well, I can start wearing a condom, if you want me to.”

You think back to how nice Kento's cock feels inside of you, bare and raw, feeling the curve of the strong veins sculpted on his shaft drag against your pussy walls. You adjust your stance, pressing your legs together as nonchalantly as you can.

You quickly shake your head. “No—I mean, like, I don't mind if we don't use one.”

You try not to focus on Kento' wording, not wanting to read too much into it, or overthink like you always do. I can start wearing a condom. He can start. So, he wants to keep this fling going. You find yourself wanting to continue it too, as long as that's what it stays: a fling.

Kento's warm hand finds the side of your face, cupping your jaw, his thumb running across your cheek softly. He pulls you up to meet him and presses his lips to yours. His kiss started innocently enough, but it turns out that thinking about the fact that Kento fucks you raw has him growing an erection. You feel the outline of his cock growing and poking your body.

Your soft hand cups the shape of his dick through his pants, your palm rubs against his length, causing Kento to breathe into your mouth, his jaw slowly falling open and his tongue poking out to lick your lips open.

His tongue finds its place in your mouth, pressing against yours to taste you. You moan into his mouth, and Kento takes it as a sign to keep it going. His large hands find your hips, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of your bottoms.

“I have an overnight shift at the hospital,” Kento mumbles on your skin, his lips tracing your jaw. His hands nudge your bottoms past the curve of your ass. “I have to leave soon.”

You hum, lazily nodding your head. Your eyes flutter close when you feel his teeth bite down on the side of your neck. “Let's make it quick then. You have hearts to fix.”

Kento chuckles deeply, the sound is so nice to hear.

Before long, Kento has you bent over on his kitchen island, your bra pulled down to your middle, breasts pressed against the cold marble counter. His cock is swallowed by your warm pussy repeatedly, glistening with your arousal, his hot skin meeting yours. You feel the curve of his dick reach deep within you, his bare cockhead brushing against your sweet spot with. Your mouth is hung open with pleasurable sighs falling out.

You briefly think back to what you told your roommates.

“...it was the last time.” “...it was just a fling. He knows it, I know it, it's done.”

You're such a liar.

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You place your bottoms back on, adjusting your shirt afterwards, and putting on your shoes lastly. You lean against the counter Kento just fucked you on, standing across from the stove in the kitchen. It has a couple of pans on the burners, they're clean and empty, and they look expensive.

“Do you cook a lot?” You ask him, shifting your weight to one leg.

Kento nods, adjusting his pants back on himself. “Yes. Well, not so much anymore until recently.”

“Are you any good?”

“I can cook you dinner and you can decide for yourself.”

Very smooth. Your cheeks tint at his subtle date invitation and you have to bite back a smile. You ignore how your heart skipped at his words, choosing to believe it was the nervousness of imaging a date with Kento and not how much you would like a date with him.

“What if you show me how instead.” You suggests, your eyes finding a nice view on Kento's floor and away from his stare.

“You don't know how to cook?” Kento's words aren't meant to be shaming, he says it as nicely as he could have.

You pout slightly, rolling your eyes. “Apparently my cooking stunts growth and makes people sick for days.”

The memory of Choso's pale face after finishing your freshly cooked stew that you made for yourself pops in your head. You remember how he had to cancel on you for a couple of days afterwards, believing he was studying for med school. No, apparently he was dying from your cooking.

You don't want to think about Choso right now. If you think about him too long, you'll think about what Yuji told you, that Choso was in love with you. You shake your head, removing yourself from that mindset.

Kento softly laughs at what you say. “That's no good. I'd be happy to help you.”

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Over the course of the following weeks, Kento learns just how clumsy and forgetful you are in the kitchen.

At work, you're agile and initiative, you type swiftly without making typos, you're on top of the patient's lab results in case Kento or the other physicians you work with need to be reminded of it; if the doctor you’re working with quizzes you on anything, you answer it correct. You think one step ahead most of the time. You like speculating the patient's plan of treatment, you assess the patient's chart and give your predications to the doctor. Most of the time, the plan of treatment is what you would have guessed.

It's obvious you take work seriously, and it's obvious you're working towards learning the most you can as a scribe before applying to medical school. It's all very admirable of you.

It's a different story when you're cooking. You’re always lost, double questioning yourself and unorganized.

You've made the simple act of boiling eggs into a near death experience when the eggs exploded out of the pot you placed them in (and forgot about). You've also almost burned down Kento's apartment building when you tried mixing liquor into your meal. Kento isn't how sure, but you manage burn the water you were boiling for pasta.

You never cease to amaze Kento. He enjoys how you keep him on his toes, even in the kitchen.

After many weeks, Kento knows where to start, and a few lessons weren't going to cut it, Kento was going to have to start off small and slow with you. He's a good teacher, he's patient and doesn't mind answering the same question, which you need.

Kento always manages to save the meal you were cooking every time. He'd swoop in after you make many mistakes and turn the food around. And it always ends up tasting delicious.

Eating together at Kento's home was weird at first. You were closed off and quiet as you slowly ate his delicious food. It was time spent not devouring each other, it was intimate, something you made strict boundaries not to cross with the guys you sleep with. It's not like you're friends with Kento, you're sex friends at best and you work with him, that's it.

Kento patiently waits for you to get accustomed to spending time with him that didn't involve body parts pressed against each other. If you're awkwardly silent when eating, then he doesn't pressure to make conversation.

But Kento didn't have to wait long for you to feel comfortable, you settle into the routine rather quickly. It starts feeling like the first night at that bar, charming each other with mindless conversation, but in the privacy of his nice home where you wear one of his shirts with nothing but your underwear underneath.

Your roommates remained concerned for your situation with Kento, but you reassured them that it was just cooking lessons and then you'd pointedly remind Yuji it was his fault for hiding that secret for so long.

“Maybe if you told me how bad my cooking was back in high school, I'd be a better cook now and I wouldn't need mind-blowing cooking lessons with Kento—Dr. Nanami.” You huffed, pinching Yuji's bicep.

“I thought you'd get better over time, I was wrong!” Yuji replied pleadingly, causing you to pinch his arm tighter.

It was sweet that your roommates were still concerned, but all of their concern went out the window whenever you brought over left overs for them to try. They loved Kento’s cooking, which helped soothe over their anxieties. Your roommates started asking what was in the menu when they saw yo readying to leave.

It was just cooking lessons, you tell yourself. You just happened to thank Kento for the cooking lesson by spreading your legs for him to stuff his cock inside. It was a win-win-win situation for everyone.

You start spending most of your weekends with Kento.

Half the time you're burning what you're trying to cook, and the other half is spent being distracted by the curves of each other's body against the kitchen counter.

It started innocently enough.

Kento helped you prepare a specific sauce for the food you were going to cook with him. He let you do the honors of mixing and stirring it as he walked you through the steps. During which he comes up behind you, pressing his firm body against your back, a hand landing on your lower abdomen as the other snakes down your arm until he places his hand on top of yours, helping you stir.

“Is this part of the cooking lesson?” You teasingly ask, letting Kento take control of the stirring and press your ass into Kento's body.

He hums in response, kissing your temple before moving his lips to your ear. “It can be. This has to simmer for a little while.”

It's a clear invitation.

Kento takes out the ladle he's using to stir the sauce and covers the pan with the lid, then directs his attention to you. You smile when Kento's hands grab you from your waist, turning you away from the stove and pushing you up against the island counter opposite to it.

You sigh happily into his kiss, it quickly turns into a small moan when his tongue skillfully pushes past your lips. His large hands grip your hips and lift you, sitting you on the kitchen island. Your legs reflectively open for him and he nudges his torso between them.

You had nothing but one of Kento's larger t-shirts and a pair of underwear on. His shirt is slipped off of your body in a swift motion, leaving your breasts exposed to him. His thumbs rub small circles on your nipples, causing your skin to raise.

You scoot yourself to the edge of the kitchen counter as your hand falls between your bodies, pushing his pants down with his briefs and finding his growing cock. You wraps your fingers around his girth, slowly pumping his length with your thumb swiping across the tip occasionally.

It drives Kento crazy when you do that, you've noticed it does. You've also notice how much he likes it when you bite where his jaw meets his neck, so you do it, causing him to groan softly. His shirt is thrown away, left to be forgotten on the kitchen floor.

Kento has gotten to know your body just as much as you have gotten to know his. He knows your pussy is nearly leaking just from his fingers tugging and pinching your nipples. One of his hands moves from your breasts down to your clothes cunt, pressing his fingers against the fabric and feeling your wetness seep through it.

His finger pulls your underwear to the side. You work with him, guiding his cock over to your puckering hole with the hand you were pumping him with.

Kento's cock spreads your pussy thin, your lips forming against him to take his entire length in. His cock drags out of your cunt, making you wetter with every slide of his dick. Your arms clutch around his body, nails digging into his back as your hips move on the expensive kitchen counter to meet Kento's thrusts.

The stainless steel pot rumbles with heat, the lid jittering with over-leaking liquid and making a loud cluttering noise. It goes unheard to you and Kento, the sounds of his deep moans and your whimpering gasps tune out the rest of the room.

Kento only hears you, your noises, and your sound. He tells himself that he loves how you sound now the best, when you're moaning his name. The truth is he enjoys hearing you laugh at his dumb jokes, how say his name, when you speak to his patients, just as much as he enjoys hearing you now. He enjoys your sound in every tone you've given him.

His hand reaches up to your hair, wrapping his fist in it and tugging your head up. You slowly open your eyes, your low moan quickly turning into a fearful scream.

“The pot!” You shrieked, tapping Kento's strong shoulders with your hand until he finally snapped out of his lustful haze and realized what was going on. He looks over his shoulder and sees the pot of boiling sauce lost in a cloud of smoke.

His body rips away from where your body is, leaving you to sit on the edge of the kitchen island. You cover your mouth with your hands as you watch Kento hurriedly turn off the stove, grab his oven mitts to move the spot over to a burner that wasn't on, and then clear out the built-up smokey fog, all while staying clear not to burn his naked body.

“I'm sorry,” Kento apologizes, obviously disappointed in himself. He puts his oven mitts down. “I shouldn't have distracted us while the stove was on—”

He's interrupted by a burst of your laughter.

It's loud and contagious, it makes his frown straighten up before turning into a smile, his lips slowly parting as he joins you in laughing. The situation was funny to you, almost causing a fire because Kento's cock buried inside of you made you dumb to the rest of the world.

You've had some mild sex adventures, so this was easily the funniest thing that's happened. Kento is aware of the situation, he also finds it funny. He finds it almost exciting, his previous sex life being so mundane and void of touch. Laughing with you comes naturally.

With a smile on his lips, Kento goes back to wrap his strong arms around your waist, pulling your body to the edge of his counter. You continue to giggle at what’s just happened, burying your face into his neck and melting into his arms.

“Well, the sauce is ruined.” His lips kiss your shoulder. “How about we forget the cooking lesson and just order in tonight?”

You nod, your arm snaking between your bodies until you reach his cock, half hard now after the excitement of nearly starting a fire. You stroke him slowly, kissing his neck. “Good idea.”

The messy cooking and even messier sex don't affect your work life.

Satoru had noticed how well Kento works with you; he's more talkative, he's nicer to his nurses, and he opens up a lot more with you around. Satoru chalks it up to your natural demeanor contrasting Kento's. You're both in your own shared world when you work together.

So, you start scribing for Kento on his days in the clinic regularly and you rotate between the rest of the physicians when Kento is in the operating room.

The tension between you and Kento is thick. Kento's eyes would always find you from across the exam room, sharing a look with you whenever a patient said something that was awkward, funny, and everything in between. Kento failed to keep his presence from you, always pressing up against your back to read the patient's chart, rather then looking it up on the free computer at the nurse station.

Sex wasn't affecting your work life, but it started happening during work.

It started when there was a large lull caused by last-minute canceled post-op appointments and a handful of no-show patients. Kento decides to use this time to review some of your chart notes in a communal office towards the back of the clinic, in private.

There were three communal office rooms made in the clinic for physicians to utilize during downtime like now. Kento asks you to follow him to one of these offices.

It did start with Kento going over your chart notes, a total of two before you both get distracted with the overwhelming taboo elephant in the room.

He closed the door as it was appropriate to do when discussing sensitive patient details with someone, and the office was fairly small, so your thighs pressed against each other when you sat beside him, sharing the tiny screen of your traveling laptop. His hand finds a way to your knee somewhere during the review of the second chart note, and by the end of it, his fingers press into your middle inner thigh.

You carefully set your scribing laptop to the side, exiting out of all the classified pages of chart notes as Kento kissed down your neck, his fingers inching closer to your core. Once the work is secured, you turn to meet his lips, raising off your chair to move over and straddle Kento's lap. His large hand cups the side of your face, his fingers burying themselves in your hair.

Kento has never done this at work before, he never thought he would, but he wants to now. It's nerve-wracking and exciting all at once. He's taken back when you slap his hand away when he pushes against your clothed pussy with his fingers.

He watches you as you sink down on your knees, settling between his legs. You tug his pants down to his mid-thighs, his cock springing out of his briefs, red and swollen, pre-cum already leaking for you at the tip.

You take his cock into your hand, slowly pumping him, your thumb swiping across the head. Kento sighs deeply, his body relaxing into the office chair. He knows he has to keep quiet, nurses and doctors walk past the closed office constantly.

It gets hard to keep his voice down when he feels your warm tongue press against the underside of his curved cockhead. His shaft slowly gets enveloped in your mouth, your lips massaging his shaft.

His cock hits the back of your throat and his breath gets hitched. He captures his bottom lip between his teeth. A soothing hand goes to your hair, pinning loose strands behind your ear before you place your hand over his, you make him push you further down on his length.

You want him to fuck your mouth.

Kento forces down a moan at the realization. He tangles his fingers into your soft hair and guides your movements. You breathe through your nose, dragging your tongue along his cock's shape as he slides your lips back and forth on him. Your hands grab his thighs, they're muscular and hard, tensing at the sensation of your mouth.

“That's so good,” Kento's voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper, but you're able to hear him. “You're so good.”

The tip of his dick hits the back of your throat again, you slow your movements to prevent from making a gagging noise. Kento hums, cooing you to keep quiet, his voice sounding strained. His tender words shoot straight to your pussy, feeling yourself grow wet.

His dick twitches against the flat of your tongue, you know he's about to cum down your throat. You want him to. Your lips tighten around his thick size, drool seeps out from the corner of your mouth, it makes this all messier and Kento loves it.

Kento's orgasm is stopped before he reaches it when a nurse loudly knocks on the closed office door, calling out for Dr. Nanami's attention.

You quickly pull your mouth off of Kento's cock, wiping the drool from your lips with the back of your hand. You jump into your abandoned chair, grabbing your scribing laptop and pushing yourself to the corner of the tiny office space, putting distance between you and Kento.

Meanwhile, Kento pulled his scrub pants back up, adjusting his dick and dying erection before tucking his lower half under the desk that was in the office. He lets whoever was knocking know it's okay to come in.

The nurse walks into a seemingly innocent scene of a doctor and his scribe working. She doesn't suspect anything.

“Sorry, Dr. Nanami. There is a pharmaceutical rep wanting to talk to you.” The young nurse said.

Kento's focus isn't completely back. His mind is still hazy from the feeling of your lips on his dick while at work. It was a rush, his heart was still beating. He clears his throat. “Who?”

“She said her name is Asami, she mentioned she's worked with you before. Should I send her in?”

His breath hitches in his throat, suddenly feeling like he's crashing down from the high you gave him. Kento grunts to himself, closing his eyes for a moment before nodding at the nurse. She leaves to bring back Kento's waiting guests. When she's gone, Kento calls for you.

“I'm sorry, I—”

“Kento!” A voice chirps in before Kento can finish his words.

You look towards the direction of the feminine voice, your eyes falling on a woman that made her way into the tiny office like she knew her way around. She's beautiful. She has long black hair, it was voluminous and curled. Her lips were full and painted red, it suited her paler skin. The woman's sparkling green eyes look over to you, smiling brightly as she extends her hand. She also doesn't suspect anything.

“Hi, I haven't seen you before. Asami Haibara, pharmaceutical rep for some of the medications Dr. Nanami prescribes to his patients.” She introduces herself. Her hand is soft, her nails are nicely manicured. She carries herself so elegantly.

Wait, Haibara, like Dr. Haibara. Now that you really look at the woman, she does bare some resemblance to the OB-GYN you've worked with. She must be his sister, the one she heard was engaged to Kento before, the one who left him at the alter months ago.

You try your best to mirror Asami, smiling big and introducing yourself back. “I'm one of Dr. Nanami's scribes, a few of us were hired a couple of months ago.”

“I love that idea, scribes are the unsung heroes.” Asami is so nice, you want to like her.

Kento was being uncharacteristically quiet. Well, uncharacteristically to you. To Asami, Kento was being Kento.

He calls your name again, his voice is tender and carries your name carefully. It makes Asami look over to him with a small arch to her brow.

“Could you please excuse us? Prep the chart for the next patient I have.” Kento tells you. He's different.

You nod slowly, gripping your scribing laptop and standing from your chair. You move around Asami to exit the room. You look back over your shoulder once you left, but the door is already half way closed.

You touch your lips, thinking of how you just had Kento's cock down your throat, almost readying to cum, before his ex-fiancée showed up.

The situation really sets in when you get to the nurse station, setting your laptop down and blankly staring at the direction of the offices you just came from. You shake off the weird feeling you have. You don't care what's going on in that office right now. Really, you don't.

Nobara reminds you how much you don't care about it when she comes up to you, gluing herself to your side. She brings her voice down to a whisper. “I heard Nanami's ex-fiancée is here. Don't worry, I don't plan on being nice to her.”

It's sweet so you muster up a small smile. “You don't have to do that. I just met her, she's seems nice.”

Her eyes widen and her hand clutches your arm. “You met her?”

Your fingers ghost over your keyboard, your eyes trying to comprehend the patient chart in front of you. You give up, turning to tell Nobara how weird you're feeling, but you swallow back your words when you see Kento walking towards the nurse station you're at.

Nobara squeals quietly, rushing away from your side to join Dr. Ieiri again.

You don't look at Kento as he settles by you, leaving inches of separation between you two. He's quiet so far, he avoids glancing towards you and focuses on the computer screen at the nurse station. You avoid looking at him too.

From the corner of your eye, you see Asami's figure walking towards the exit of the clinic, her long hair bouncing with each step. She looks over her shoulder, her eyes landing on Kento first before she catches your stare on her. You keep your eyes on her until she's out of vision, then you look at Kento.

Kento is staring at you. His eyes look tired and a little darker than usual.

“I have to cancel on us tonight,” Kento announces suddenly, his words sounding like he had to push them out.

You two had plans for another cooking lesson and what happens after. You already promised your roommates some delicious left overs, so you can only imagine the disappointment Yuji is going to have now that you're not delivering what you promised. Still, you want to appear normal about it. You want Kento to know that you're casual about this and it's not weird at all.

You nod quickly, ripping your eyes away from his gaze. “Sure.”

Kento follows your eyes. He knows the situation between you two is not inclusive, but Asami showing up so suddenly put him on edge.

The rest of the work day was stale, long, and very tense.

Kento kept as much distance as he could between you two. His eyes didn't look over to share a look with you. He hardly acknowledged you. It made you feel off.

You feel this may be the end between you and Kento. All it took was his ex-fiancé showing up once, to your knowledge, and Kento was over you. You're sure this is how things will stay between you two, uncomfortable and rigid, maybe until he finally marries Asami, then he'll feel secure enough with a gold ring on his left hand to talk to you again.

Those thoughts are irritating. You try to not think about that, or anything close to that, because you don't care.

At the end of the day, you didn't expect Kento's hand to drift across yours. It grabs your attention, you look up at him. He's already placed a jacket over his scrubs, rushing to leave now that the clinic was closed.

“I'll text you soon.” Kento assures you.

You should shrug, dust it off your shoulder like it's nothing. You should act confused, ask him what he means, and then last-minute realize what he means. You should do anything that proves this isn't as big of a deal than you both feel it is.

Instead, you let your eyes finally meet Kento's again. You sigh to yourself before you nod wordlessly. His finger tips trace your knuckles for a moment more before Kento tells you he has to go. You try your best not to watch him leave.

[fearfulachilles]

Hello!!

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[fearfulachilles]

10. secrets.

chapter ten to buop (nanami kento x reader jjk medical au.) .

full contents here.

summary: yu haibara hosts a poker night. yuji admits a secret he’s kept from you.

warning: sexual scenes.

You.

it's getting better

You fell asleep for no less than 30 minutes, waking up to see Kento had already texted you. It's almost endearing how soon he contacted you. It's blatant that Kento doesn't engage in hook-up culture like you and those your age do.

Kento.

I'd like to see you again.

The age gap between you two becomes even more transparent with his text. It's far different than the usual text saying 'you up? wyd?' that you're used to receiving around 11:30 PM from other guys. There are still a couple of hours before Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara come back from work, you have nothing better to do, and you've had sex at weirder times than in the middle of the day.

You.

same :) when?

Kento stares at your text as he sits in a communal office that physicians have access to, located a couple of stories above the ground level. Usually, the ones on-call or waiting in between surgeries will work on miscellaneous tasks in a communal office, which was what he was doing until he received news that his last surgery of the day was canceled. He relaxes back into the swivel chair, his legs spreading wide and his eyes not moving from his phone screen. He was worried he'd made the wrong move by texting you so soon, and the 30 minutes of waiting for a reply felt longer than all his years in med school.

Kento.

Tonight? I can pick you up.

“Kento!”

The blond surgeon already knows who's creeping up behind him. It's his fault, he left the door open. Though, it could be worse, it could be Dr. Gojo.

“Hello, Yu.” Kento turns in the swivel chair and looks up at his approaching friend.

Yu leans against the doorframe. “I invited Satoru and Suguru to my place for poker tonight! We'll have some beers—juice for Satoru— and snacks, it's gonna be fun. Care to join?”

Kento looks down at this phone, the screen still lit and bright, your few messages displayed. “Uh, yeah, I might be able to...”

Yu has no sense of personal boundaries, it's how he's managed to squeeze his way into Kento's life enough to the point of almost becoming his brother-in-law. Still, Yu prides himself on being a good friend and doesn't let a failed wedding keep him from being one. The brunet doctor reads your name from the top of Kento's screen.

“Hey, isn't that one of the new scribes? Suguru mentioned her. Wait, are you and her—”

“Yu.” Kento interrupts his friend before he can finish his sentence.

He stops and smiles down at the sitting man, wiggling his brows. His prying would be less tolerable if Kento hadn't endured med school with Yu by his side, or if Satoru was the one doing the prying. “Oh, is it a secret?”

“No, it's nothing.” Kento clarifies.

Yu winks at his friend, giving him a thumbs-up. “Got it, 'nothing.'”

A small sigh escapes Kento's lips, his brain turning over with an oncoming headache already.

“You know, you could tell me anything, Kento,” Yu says lowly, sounding more serious than heard before. Yu’s glad his close friend seems to be moving on, he had begun worrying about Kento in the last couple of months. “I know I'm Asami's brother, but that doesn't mean I'm not your friend.”

“I appreciate that.” Kento smiles small.

The men stay in a comfortable silence for a few seconds before Yu turns on his heel and walks away, shouting out that he'll see him later. Silence fills the small office again until a small ding comes from Kento's phone.

You.

you don't have to do that

i can drive myself lol

your place?

_________

Kento makes it home an hour later and texts you to come when you want to. You leave half an hour later, not wanting to appear eager.

You've never hooked up with an older man, Choso was the oldest that you've been with and that's only by a few years. Even with a few years difference, Choso was a lot more tending than guys your age. But Kento was on a different level.

Kento was much older, but it showed in different ways.

He was patient and accommodating for your pleasure, not just his. His hands touched you in a way that was more than just to touch you, he was mapping every inch of your body, memorizing which spots make you weak and your skin rise. The same hands you've seen him use to examine his patients and imagined during surgery—big and steady as he handles a human heart with care, are holding your hips, his thumbs firmly pressing into your hip bones, as you bounced on his dick.

Your clothes were discarded after a long and heated make-out session that took place minutes after you arrived, leaving you completely bare inside Kento's home. It's an expensive apartment with an open floor plan for the kitchen and living room; from what you can remember, the bedroom was spacious too. He had giant windows in the living room that were covered with giant curtains, keeping you and Kento shielded as you sat on his cock on his new couch.

Kento was so hard, you felt him deep in your core, and you clawed at his shoulders with each drag of your hips. His fingers move to your ass, both of his hands grabbing onto your flesh and spreading it, making your hole swallow his cock in even more.

“Your pussy's so perfect,” Kento's in awe, his genuine words make you shiver. “So perfect, I fit right in.”

You rolled your hips into him, moaning as you felt the head of his dick rub against your sweetest spot. He lets you fuck yourself on him, his mind buzzing with feeling the softness of your tits press against his bare chest and your ass on his thighs. Feeling your body against his felt as good as having his dick buried deep in you.

“Fits so good,” you pant heavily. You lick your lips, your eyes fluttering close, and move faster. You drop your hips, shoving his curved cock right into your hole and squealing at the fullness you felt before doing it again and again. “So good.”

Kento's stretching you out, your pussy lips spread thin around him, feeling his thick dick slip in and out of you with every move of your hips. You whine when you feel your clit twitch in negligence, but Kento's quick to note your pretty noise and starts rubbing circles on your twitching clit. You're getting his life-saving, medically talented hand drenched with your wetness as he massages your nub.

“Mhmm—fuck, I-I think ‘m gunna cum,” you plead breathlessly, losing your words throughout your moans.

Kento sighs into your ear, he sounds so pleased that you're close to squirting your essence all over his lap and couch.

You're not used to this sensation, the threat of overspilling building and building inside. Your thighs are tired and sore from slamming down on Kento’s cock, but you chase the fire in your lower belly. Most guys your age would take this as a sign to go harder, faster, and completely fuck up your rhythm. Kento keeps steady, one hand hangs lowly on your hip, his notably larger size making you melt, and the other pressing against your swollen clit.

You rub up against the pads of his fingers, the curve of his cock's head dragging against your g-spot makes you drop your head back. You moan towards the very high ceiling of his home, your vision going white as you clench around his girth. His teeth scrape against your exposed neck, licking at your damp skin.

He gives you no time to recover from your orgasm. Kento matches your momentum, fucking his hips up into you, the back of your thighs slapping against his harshly. He can feel your body shake and vibrate as the tip of his cock bullies your cervix again.

You go limp, resting against his strong chest, your arms wrapping around his neck and losing your hands at the top of his hair. You swallow thickly, strung-out moans following.

He holds your body, cradling the crown of your head as his other soiled hand guides your hips, pushing you down on him as he moves up to thrust into you. He’s moving you how he needs you, using your cunt for himself like you were using him. You’re moaning so desperately against his clear-cut jawline, a complete babbling mess.

“Fuck, yes—oh god,” you slur out, your hot breath on his jaw. You’re completely fucked out, you move your hand to Kento’s cheek, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss and he kisses you back. Your hand cups the side of his face, feeling the structure and shape of his face in your palm.

Your cum smears along his dick, white rings forming at the base while the rest of his length presses its shape inside of you. You can feel when Kento makes a mess inside of you and paints your walls with his hot cum. You can feel each drop of it filling you up to the brim.

Kento kisses your cheek and your temple and then kisses your lips. You're dazed, mindlessly kissing back each time until you feel his lips on yours. He's so strong he makes you feel like you're putty in his hands, melting through his fingers as he leans your body in his arms and moves you to lay on your back on the couch. His hands are far too gentle with you to be considered manhandling. His cock slips out of you and your hole's empty, Kento's cum slowly begins dripping out.

You should've known Kento wouldn't be done with you after just one time.

He pressed your knees towards your chest with his strong arms. He sighs, a pussy-wetting sound emitting from deep in his throat as he reinvites his wet cock back inside your gaping hole, pushing past your shiny pussy lips. You gasp loudly and press the back of your head against the soft and expensive material of his couch. His movements are slow until his groin nuzzles against your ass.

Kento steadies his body over yours, pulling his hips back until the head of his dick almost falls out of you, and pushes himself back inside, your pussy fluttering around him the entire time.

You're poison to him, you're an addiction, and he can only think about making his presence inside of you known by leaving an indentation of his cock's shape into your walls. He knows he can't because you mold so perfectly around him every time, adjusting to his thick size and letting him get engulfed by your cunt. There's no bad position with you, so he wants to try them all.

Your breasts bounce with every snap of his hips, and his cock shines with your slick only to disappear in between your legs seconds later, then repeats. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and Kento catches a glimpse of it, his eyes traveling down to your throat as you thickly swallow your pretty scream. Your hair is sprawled out on his couch cushions, your skin contrasts against the color of it.

“Beautiful,” Kento says, but you've gone deaf and don't register his words.

Kento hooks his arms under your knees, your nails dig into his forearm as his body weight presses against you and his hips grind into you. Your vision goes blurry when you feel a hand roll your perked nipple between his fingers. He lavishes your jaw, his hot tongue wetting your flesh and making your body shiver.

You can only focus on a couple of things: Kento's cock reaching new spots within you and the noises that came from it.

Your pussy's overflowing, a river of Kento's cum, yours, and your arousal are getting fucked out of you, wetting your inner thighs and splattering against Kento's navel as he relentlessly thrusts in you. Each squeezed-out strand of slick making it past your deeply stuffed hole comes out loudly, hearing your juices squelching with every drag of his dick made you feel dirty and embarrassed, and you liked it.

“Mhm, ‘m wet, so wet,” you’re barely able to piece together a sentence. You’re too full of Kento’s dick to think clearly.

“Fuck,” he curses, swiping his tongue along his pink lips.

Your body tightens, your lower abdomen twists, your toes curl, and your pussy clenches around Kento’s thick cock. You feel yourself cum around him again, you gasp before whining, turning your head to the side to try to hide your face away from Kento’s eyes.

He doesn’t let you. He cups your chin and easily makes you look back at him. He doesn’t have to say anything, you keep your eyes on him, half-lidded and dark.

Kento’s hips smack into you, erupting a pretty sound out of your lips. Your legs are shaking and you're fighting the urge to push Kento away as the overstimulated pain and pleasure mix so nicely within your core. You're not controlling your breathing or your noises.

It’s like an aftershock, feeling Kento fuck through his orgasm unintentionally causes you to cum again, your body still reacting to your previous orgasm. Your pussy was just so sensitive, you couldn't keep from cumming again so quickly.

There's a moment of quiet, the only sounds were of you and Kento regaining a normal breathing pace. You feel some of your hair stick to the side of your sweaty face, you try to blow it off by huffing your breath towards the stuck hair, but it doesn't work.

Kento's chest rumbles with a soft chuckle then moves his hand to brush away the loose strands bothering you.

“Thanks,” you say very lightly, your voice just above a whisper. Your eyes stare up at him, long flashes flush against your brow bone.

“No problem,” Kento whispers back. His large fingers move down to your chin, he caresses it with his thumb before moving his hand away from your face completely.

The warmth of Kento's body leaves its place above you as he pulls away, his cock dragging out of you, making every drop he's poured inside come out. He mumbles that he'll grab something to clean you with, and walks towards his bedroom. He's naked too, his shirt and pants messily thrown somewhere on the floor.

You slowly raise yourself to sit up on the couch, catching your bottom lip between your teeth as you feel the after-effects of sleeping with Kento. Your legs feel wobbly and you're sore at your hips from keeping the spread open for as long as you did.

Kento returns to the living room with a towel for you to use to wipe the leaking wetness between your legs. He's kind enough to turn around and give you privacy, and a whole view to his bare ass. You stare at it as you clean yourself.

You look down at the mess in between your thighs and notice you haven't been wiping where you needed to. You reach for the shining wetness, gathering some of it on your fingertips, then rubbing it between your forefinger and thumb. You've never been so wet before, you've never cum like that before—or at all before Kento. You've been close to orgasming before, but no one's quite pushed you over the edge like this.

“Are you hungry?” Kento asks, still facing away from you.

His voice snaps you out of your thoughts. You quickly wipe yourself clean before using the untainted parts of the towel to cover bits of your body. A sudden stomach growl is heard and it's coming from you.

“That answers that,” Kento's voice sounds like it's coming from a smile, but you can't see if it is. “I can cook something up.”

“Oh, no, no, it's okay,” you rush to stand up, your eyes scanning the floor for your clothes. “I'm not even that hungry, I can find something to eat at home.”

Grabbing your shirt and pants, you quickly put them on. Kento doesn't say anything in return, but he hears you shuffling around. He picks up his clothes from the ground and places them on too.

It's already the evening, nearing dinnertime. The sun is setting the sky is quickly turning dusk. Kento insists on walking you down to the entrance of his building and he wasn't taking no for an answer, much like with your parking ticket and paying for your lunch.

“I'll see you around at work.” You say at the beginning of your departure.

He wants to kiss you. You fixed your hair so it didn't seem too blatant that you had been fucked to the point of forgetting how to speak, but your swollen lips had yet to return to normal. The ombré sky outlines you like a painting.

“Or sooner,” Kento replies, exhaling with a small smile.

You smile at his response. “Hope so.”

The way you look up at him when you say your words, it’s luring him in with temptation, Kento was ready to pull you back to his home and fuck you all over again. You turn on your heel too quickly before he gets the chance to do so.

When you get inside your car, you notice you're not wearing a bra underneath your shirt. It's odd because you were wearing one when you left your home today. You look back at Kento's building from the front car seat, huffing to yourself. Great, you left your bra in his living room. You don't have the energy to make your way up to his floor to ask for it back, so you just drive home instead.

_________

You smell take-out food as soon as you open your front door. Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi sit together in the living room with noodles hanging from each of their mouths.

“And where have you been?” Nobara questions immediately. “We come home after a long day's work and you're missing.”

Yuji swallows down the food in his throat, coughing before he joins in. “Yeah, we've been worried sick!”

You reach for your phone in your pocket and check the notifications—none. You purse your lips at them. “Not worried enough to text and ask me.”

“We didn't want to interrupt your time with Dr. Nanami.” Megumi answers, then continues eating as if he hadn't spoken. Yuji and Nobara agree with him.

“I wasn't with him,” you begin, but you see no use as the faces of your roommates remain the same, not believing you. “Okay, I was, but it's the last time.”

The three of them hum together, creeping you out as well as making you roll your eyes. You go to your room to leave your bag and return to be with your roommates. They motion towards the plates of take-out food in the kitchen, telling you to get some food before Yuji finishes everything.

“Have you thought about what could happen if anyone else found out about you and Dr. Nanami?” Yuji raises the question once you've sat beside Megumi.

You shrug your shoulders and shake your head. You haven't given it much thought because you don't think it will last long enough to pose a problem like that. You and Kento were just finishing a night that never happened, a night that started in the seat of his car outside the bar.

“Yeah, who do you think they're firing for having an inappropriate relationship: an easily replaceable scribe or a heart surgeon,” Nobara adds.

The thought scares you a little, possibly losing your job if things were to come to light. You push it to the back of your head because it won’t become a problem. “Guys, Kento and I—”

“Who's Kento?”

“Great, first names already.”

“She's doomed.”

They all mutter over each other, making you sigh and roll your lips in your mouth until all three quiet down.

“Dr. Nanami and I won't have a problem, it was just a couple—“You think back, it was only two trips to his place, but did that count, or did the number of times he fucked you in those two trips count? “—it was just a fling. He knows it, I know it, it's done. No one's getting fired.”

This answer seems to calm their worries a lot more than your first attempt earlier.

_________

When Kento returned up to his apartment, he noticed a few text message notifications on his phone screen.

Yu Haibara.

U coming 2nite?

Yu Haibara.

Gojo & Geto R here.

Yu Haibara.

Just lost $100 2 Gojo in poker.

Kento's not certain why Yu would host a poker night, the man couldn't lie to save his life. He sighs, deciding he’ll head over and help his friend out. If you had agreed to let him cook you food, Kento would have ignored the messages.

First, he heads to his living room to pick up the used towels left forgotten on the floor. As he picks up your used towel, he notices a colored garment poking out from under his couch. He picks it up and sees it's your bra. The lacey material is soft against his fingertips, he remembers feeling it under your shirt. He had dragged his fingers against the hem of it when he first slipped his tongue in your mouth before pushing it up and exposing your breasts. He'll wash it so it's clean for you next time.

Kento makes his way to Yu’s residence afterward. It’s all reasonably nearby, from Kento’s building to Yu’s as well as to Jujutsu Hospital. He’s not sure how far you lived, but he knew he shouldn’t expect a text assuring him that you managed to get home safely. He tries to take his mind off the early evening with you. To do so, he becomes determined to win back Yu’s $100, and then some for himself.

Once Kento had won around an extra $150 from Satoru, the white-haired doctor had begun visibly pouting and was unable to hide his tells in poker. Kento read him like a book.

“I could fire him,” Satoru pondered, his long fingers playing with the colorful poker chips.

Suguru hummed, shuffling the cards in his hands. “You won’t be able to find a better cardiovascular surgeon.”

Satoru rolls his eyes, sitting back in his chair, thudding against the back of it childishly. Kento’s and Yu’s seats were empty during the conversation, having previously excused themselves to go grab drinks for the next round.

“So, did you see her today? That’s why you were late, right?” Yu is prying again.

Kento holds in a sigh. There’s no use in keeping his friend in the dark when he only means well. He knows you both agreed not to tell anyone, but Yu had already found out he was texting you. Reluctantly, Kento nods.

“Yes, I saw her earlier. It was nice.” There are lines Kento won’t cross, and that’s kissing and telling. He’s strictly private with his love life and even more so with his sex life.

His friend smiles wide and genuinely. “That’s great! Is it serious?”

A breath gets lodged in Kento’s throat and he swallows it down. “No,” Kento says quickly. He grabs a beer bottle and effortlessly opens the cap, then takes a small drink.

“You dirty dog, Kento.” Yu teases, chuckling afterward. He knows how to put a positive spin on anything, it’s no wonder why so many women love having him as their doctor. He grabs an extra beer bottle and a canned soda and heads out of the kitchen to dispense the drinks to his other guests.

“Guys~” Satoru sings. Kento lets out that sigh he held in earlier. “Suguru here wants to steal one of our scribes for his surgeries.”

“You want to do surgery on one of the scribes?” Yu asks bewilderedly.

“No, I simply want a scribe to join me in surgery and scribe operative notes. It’ll save me the headache of doing it after.” Suguru explains, then says he wants you to work with him.

“Can you believe him? He wants to steal her. Kento, are you gonna let him do that?” Satoru pesters, wanting someone to say no.

Kento only shrugs his shoulders and takes another drink of his beer. “She’s not mine to keep or give.”

_________

“One of us should start cooking,” you say, feeling full and sluggish from the takeout.

“We should all fend for ourselves,” Nobara suggests in a voice slow.

“You’d be dead in a week,” Megumi says to her. A quiet ow! is heard from Megumi afterward.

“I can cook. I cooked for Yuji and his brothers a few times. Remember, Yuji?” You begin to reminisce, you always were over at Yuji’s house, and as a token of gratitude, you offered to help his grandpa with dinner whenever you stayed late.

“Please, no!” Yuji’s on his knees before you. “You can't cook.”

You’re taken aback by his reaction. You furrow your eyebrows and look at him puzzlingly. “W-what? You loved my cooking, all your brothers did!”

“You almost killed Sukuna with the Christmas dinner you made in high school,” Yuji confesses. He won’t look you in the eye, his head staying bowed as he continues on his knees. He's ashamed the truth is spilling out like this, but he thought he'd never have to eat your food again. “You almost killed me when you cooked salmon for my grandpa’s 71st birthday. I’m worried Kechizu won’t ever hit a growth spurt because of the baked carrots you made.”

Your mouth is agape and you’re blinking slowly. Yuji has to be kidding. None of them ever let on that your dishes were horrible, apparently life-threateningly horrible. Your cheeks turn pink when you notice Nobara and Megumi watching this.

“I don’t get it…” You trail off, eyes casting down. “Choso always said he liked my cooking.”

A couple of months ago you had attempted to cook a stew for dinner and mentioned it to Choso while you were getting dressed in his bedroom, following a quick fuck session. You invited him to try it when it was ready, which he did. He said it was great, delicious even, he finished it before you could eat any of it. But then, you do remember Choso canceling on your next late-night plans for a couple of days following this, but you assumed it was because he was too busy prepping for his upcoming exams.

Yuji laughs, wholeheartedly and purely, and finally looks at you. “Yeah, because he’s always been in love with you. Of course, he’d say that.”

His laughter dies down quietly and quickly when he sees that you’re not laughing with him. Instead, you’re turning white and your face shows how surprised you are to hear that.

“What did you say?” Your throat feels dry, so your words are quiet. You feel your body become cold.

Yuji cringes and then looks around toward Nobara and Megumi as if asking for a lifeline to be saved. Megumi only shakes his head, unaware of the context of this situation, but he can’t imagine it's good. He remembers Yuji talking about his older brother, Choso, the one in med school now. Nobara waits eagerly for Yuji to continue.

“I… sense I’ve made a mistake,” Yuji says carefully, slowly rising to his feet. He begins to back away but you stand up from your seat.

“What did you say?” You ask again, your voice sounding high.

Yuji still attempts to back away, but Megumi and Nobara form a wall behind him, letting you corner him. Yuji looks over his shoulder to his friends, but he’s only met with a gleam in their eyes for this steaming tea, they're too nosy for their own good.

“Choso told me he’d finally confess to you before you moved here, so I-I thought he did.”

“And you didn’t think to ask me about it, like, at all?” You’re still in denial, waiting hopefully for a punchline to this bad joke. “You don’t think Choso would’ve told you that he talked to me?”

“I assumed you rejected him and both of you were embarrassed—I don’t know! He never told you?”

You shake your head, slowly letting yourself sit back down on the couch. There was always something there when you were around Choso, you could tell, but you never thought it was love—real romantic love. For you, it was the familiarity between you and Choso. There was no awkwardness, no need for a front or to constantly shield yourself. It was comfortable, Choso knew you as you were and was a friend, and he wanted you—sexually, physically, nothing more, not like that.

Well, apparently it was like that.

Megumi cuts the tension and reverts to the original topic. “I can cook. I used to cook meals for my sister when she got sick of the hospital food.”

You look up at Megumi from where you sat, your eyes wide at the news just dumped on you. The one who dumped the news on you knelt back to the ground, his head hanging low again.

“I have it on good authority that my cooking won't kill anyone,” Megumi adds. You scrunch your nose at his comment.

“How come you've never offered to cook before?” Nobara snaps at him, her manicured hands on her hips.

Megumi's dark eyebrow twitches at the outer corner. “Maybe because I didn't want to be your personal chef.”

“Well, if the shoe fits!”

“That phrase doesn’t make sense in this situation!”

The two snarl at each other, but their words fade in the background for you.

Choso... was in love with you. Since when? Before or after you started sleeping together? You hadn’t meant to lead him on, you didn’t know you were. He knew who you were, how you dated guys, short and quick with no strings. Or, you thought he knew.

Yuji shuffles his way towards your side, sitting next to you. “I’m sorry.”

He’s sorry about both situations: lying to you for years about your cooking, and about exposing Choso’s feelings towards you, most likely ruining your relationship with Choso, whatever the relationship may be.

“What about your grandpa?” You ask quietly. “He always ate my food, he’d ask me to help with dinner.”

Yuji softly recoils and then offers you a sympathizing smile. “He was trying to teach you. He told us to ‘power through’ your meals because he liked having you around.”

It makes you chuckle, but it’s short. That old bastard, you’re confronting him next time you’re back home. Maybe you’ll cook something and force him to eat it, then confront him. You cross your arms, forcing yourself to focus on the years of fake acting and lies just to avoid bruising your feelings from Yuji and his family, rather than focusing on Choso being in love with you.

[fearfulachilles]

9. wunderkind.

chapter nine to buop (nanami kento x reader jjk medical au.) .

full contents here.

summary: working with dr. geto proves to be more difficult than you thought, but you have an enjoyable lunch break.

tw: american healthcare.

Satoru Gojo was a wunderkind. He graduated high school early, finished pre-med in half as much of time than normal, and aced his way through med school at an incredibly young age. He was a medicine prodigy. He was sought out by many hospitals for his neurosurgery fellowship, but decided to accept a fellowship at Jujutsu Metropolitan Hospital.

During his fellowship, he created and developed a new technique that is still used by nearly all neurosurgeons across the country, even years later. Up until a year ago, it had been known as the Gojo technique.

During and after Satoru's fellowship, he quickly noticed that he hated how the hospital was managing things. The owners of the hospital were old men who didn't work with patients anymore, instead they worked closely with insurance companies to milk money out of patients looking for care.

Satoru had to constantly turn away sick patients in need of surgery, and even the ones who needed simpler treatments such as medication and routine examinations, all because the patients couldn't afford to pay for it, and pro-bono services were forbidden. Patients waited months for post-operative visits and some had to hold off on returning after surgery completely, all due to money. He saw how the staff around him, nurses and scrub techs, were always shorthanded and overworked because the higher ups refused to hire more people, just to save themselves money.

Eventually, it all came crumbling down on the members of the hospital board. Patients were seeking care elsewhere, strung out employees were quitting, and the Jujutsu Hospital reputation was going to shit. Money doesn't last forever, but they were in need of it. That's when an anonymous buyer came in with a generous offer, in exchange for the board to be changed immediately, of course.

It didn't take long for senior hospital board member, Dr. Yoshinobu Gakuganji, to trace the money back to the one and only, medicine prodigy, Satoru Gojo. He wished he never did find out where the buy-out offer came from, because he had no choice but to take the offer. So, now he stood in an office room located in one of the higher floors of the hospital building with the young white haired physician.

“I'll accept the buy-out under one exception,” Gakuganji started, wrinkling fingers tapping against one another.

Satoru only scoffed, his arms crossed on his chest. His voice is smug, laced with his usual know-it-all attitude, “you have no room to bargain, you're out of options. No one wants you bail you out of your shitty hospital but me.”

“For this, it's worth the risk. No surgery for four years.”

How evil. Brain surgery was Satoru's passion. He worked hard, studied long nights, developed his own technique for his surgeries. His eyes widened and he bared his teeth, slamming his hand down on the old man's desk.

“Fuck no, you can't do that!” Satoru had always been out of line as a subordinate, but he was well aware that his brain and talent were too prestigious to reprimand or hold accountable so he got away with a lot, much to Gakuganji's disliking. It explained why Gakuganji was always looking for reasons to get rid of him.

“I can have the hospital’s lawyer on retainer add it into the contract. You want to turn this hospital around? Time to make some sacrifices, Gojo.”

Satoru grunts, chewing on the inside of his cheek, his fingertips digging into the palm of his hand in a shaking fist. Gakuganji can't be serious.

“One more thing...”

“You’ve asked for enough.” Satoru rolls his eyes.

“The Gojo technique, it's brilliant. Forfeit your name to it.”

Gakuganji was going for the jugular. The Gojo technique was pretty much flawless and it had never failed to save a life in surgery. It was Satoru's creation, his baby. He had traveled the country to teach this technique to other neurosurgeons, articles were published about it, it was his.

“To what, your name? The Gakuganji technique is a mouth full and an eye sore.” Satoru spat. Though surgery was his life, he was willing to step down for a short amount of time, if it was for his vision of this hospital he had, then four years wasn't too long.

“Preferably, but as long as it's out of your name, I'll be satisfied. Make a public announcement about forfeiting the ownership of your technique, and we can move forward this deal.” Gakuganji said, stroking his thin-haired beard, it always creeped Satoru out.

Satoru glared daggers at the old man. He was wrinkly, fragilely thin, shaking like a leaf in the cold air conditioning of the the office. He could croak at any time and Satoru wished it'd happen now more than ever.

“You're acting like a man with nothing to lose.” Satoru’s eyes sized up the shrinking old man.

“I don't anymore.”

The deal closed the day after Satoru made a public announcement, giving titleship and credit to Dr. Geto for his the technique.

He walked into work like nothing had happened, as if he hadn't just become the owner of Jujutsu Hospital, as if he hadn't just agreed to sacrifice the next four years. He struck a deal with Dr. Geto to take over his surgical cases from now because he'll be “too busy with paperwork” for a while.

He hires back the old chief of surgery, Dr. Masamichi Yaga, who had been forced to retire by the old hospital board members, despite them hitting critical ages themselves. He confides in his old mentor that he has no clue what he's doing with this hospital he had just bought, but he may know where to start.

“I'm sick and tired of insurances denying everything. I'm the doctor, I know what my patients needs, not them.” Satoru complains, resting his cheek on his palm.

“It is a pain dealing with them.” Dr. Yaga agreed.

They sat in Satoru's new office, a place he was told to get used to; he'll be spending most of his time in there, rather than the operating room.

The young physician had a vision for the future of medicine: no red tape from insurance companies, no gouged up prices for medicine that patients need, fair wages and generous personal time off for employees.

Satoru sighed, blowing the air out of pursed lips. His eyes fall on to a pile of rejected proposals by the last hospital head. He finds an old one he had proposed—the free clinic. He had brought this idea up during his fellowship, the idea of offering free medical care for post-op patients, and once established, expand to offer free care for all patients.

His long fingers flip through his old proposal, a smile creeping on his lips as he comes to realization that he can approve this with a simple sign of his signature.

“I've got four years of free time, anyways.” Satoru tells himself.

More than half the employees who quit due to an unfair working environment had been rehired the first month of Satoru taking over, and new employees were hired to share the workload. He opened the hospital for med school students to come there for their clinical rotations and for residents to come work for their residency, and he found room in the budget for medical scribes to be hired.

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Your first day working with Dr. Geto couldn't have gone worse.

Dr. Geto requested to start work in the clinic two hours earlier than when it usually opens, so you have to show up two hours earlier than normal.

You wake up with exactly 10 minutes left before you have to leave. You rush through brushing your hair and tying it back, brushing your teeth, and you change into a pair of scrubs. Then you spill your homemade coffee on yourself by accident. Changing again makes you five minutes late to the clinic, and your gas tank is nearly on empty, so you'll have to pump more after work.

Dr. Geto is already standing and waiting at the nurse station when you walk in. You run to grab a scribing laptop from the supply closet at the back of the clinic, frantically opening it and logging into the electronic health system the clinic and hospital use.

You finally catch your breath as you wait near Dr. Geto for the first patient to be ready for him. You lose your breath again when Dr. Geto addresses you directly.

“Satoru told me you're interested in neurosurgery.” His voice is silk smooth, almost hypnotizing. He's prettier than the images you saw of him when you Googled the surgeon. His hair is so dark and shiny, it's long enough to go down his back, and he has half of it tied up. He takes care of it, you can tell.

You can't seem to find your voice, so you just nod. You're not necessarily interested in neurosurgery solely, but you're really open to it. You're not going to tell that to Dr. Geto, a neurosurgeon, though.

Dr. Geto works differently than Satoru or Kento. He likes to move quickly, even wasting less time than Kento does. He moves so swiftly, almost like he's gliding across the floor. You're barely able to keep up with his pace, once he's done with one patient, he moves on to the next room. He doesn't look back, he doesn't ask if you have any questions, he doesn't check your notes, you have no idea how he prefers them. You try stopping him, but it does no good.

“Dr. Geto, if I can just ask—” Your words don't reach him, he's already stepped into the next available exam room and began exanimating his patient.

You take your lunch break earlier than everyone else, since Dr. Geto had you start work earlier today.

“Goddamn it,” you curse to yourself as you realize you've gotten lost on the way to the hospital cafeteria again. You don't think you'll ever learn where it is. The hallways are so identical, other than different variations of some CPR posters pinned up in certain hallways.

“Need help?” You hear in a very familiar deep tone.

You turn your head to the direction of the voice and see Kento walking towards you. He looks handsome in the scrub cap he's wearing. He still lacks the white doctor coat so his muscular forearms are out for all to see, like usual. You can't help but stare at them, tracing each vein you see with your eyes. You remember how he held you with those arms as he fucked you four times.

Your gurgling stomach brings your focus back to him. “Uh, yeah, I always get lost on my way to the cafeteria.”

Kento chuckles, he thinks that's cute. “I was just heading there myself. I can show you.”

He really tries to continue a conversation with you, but it's awkward at first. You feel nervous, like you want to throw up, but despite not feeling any bile come up, the fluttering sensation stays in your stomach.

Kento opens each door at the end of the hallways for you like it's natural instinct. You tried opening one for him, but he gently replaced your hand on the steel doorknob with his own. His hands are so much bigger than yours, he can almost engulf your hand in just his palm alone.

He asks you how your day is going, and you respond by automatically pouting and dropping your head down. He laughs briefly as he watches your sulking. He opens one of the double doors that finally belongs to the cafeteria entrance, placing his large hand on the small of your back and guiding you inside as you continue pouting with your head down.

You pick up your head, and whine. “It's going horrible! I can't keep up with Dr. Geto, he's impossible to stop once he's started, it's like he can't hear me, I have no idea how he likes his notes, it's like he expects to know how he wants it—”

Kento nods, he's aware of how... difficult Suguru can be to work with. He expects everyone to be on his level from the get-go; he wants his scrub techs to know what instruments he's going to ask for during surgery before he needs to ask for it, he likes his nurses to write their supervision notes in a particular format so he can learn the most information without needing to ask the patient more questions himself. He has high expectations from everyone he works with, with little remorse or thought to new employees around him.

“—I like working with you way more.” You say quietly, finishing your rant.

The corners of Kento's lips turn up slightly, a small smile appearing at your confession. He notes how your cheeks turn pink, so he decides to not respond to it. You're thankful, thinking he hadn't heard you.

The hospital cafeteria is almost nearly empty, a few family members of patients eat, but there weren't many staff members there, most likely because you're taking an earlier lunch than normal. You and Kento grab food and he pays for your portion without exchanging words and without a second thought. You want to hate how he does that because you can take care of yourself, but you can't.

“About my parking ticket—” you begin, both of you moving to an empty table in a private corner of the cafeteria. He carries his food, a chicken sandwich with wheat bread, in one hand and pulls out a chair for you with his other.

“Already paid.” Kento replies, quickly shutting you down on it. He's smiling, smugly if you squint hard enough to see.

“You didn't have to do that.” You insisted. You take a seat in the chair he's pulled out for you, and he sits beside you.

“I know.” His voice is kind, traced with unwavering certainty. How odd. You're not used to that: someone doing something like that for you because they wanted to. It sends a chill down your spine, ringing an alarm in your head. Kento causes it, but he also helps dull out the noise of it.

You didn't think you'd really talk to Kento again after having dirty, hot sex at his home—other than having to talk to him during work. But you're not working with him today and you're here talking to him. It feels like it did in the bar, now that you've gotten over the one-sided awkwardness you were feeling.

Kento had your full attention and you had his. Your legs brush against one another's underneath the table and it makes you aware of how close he was. You remember how you brushed shoulders at the bar and how your bodies felt pressed together in his bed. You have to bring yourself back to reality.

Your lunch break breezes by a lot faster than you'd like it to. You have to return to Dr. Geto's service and the thought of it makes you dread it. Kento chuckles to himself as you pout and drag yourself up from the table you both shared and then joins you in doing so. He has a couple more surgeries to do before he's done for the day, some routine procedures that won't take long.

Kento had enjoyed spending his break with you. He didn't want to return to wondering when he'd be able to talk to you again or wait until his days in the clinic to see you. As you both walk out of the cafeteria with brushing shoulders, he finds it in himself to ask you for your numbers.

“I was wondering if I could have your phone number,” Kento's cringing at himself, he sounds old and out of sync with this hook-up dating culture that people your age are doing. “So it'd be easier to...”

To what? Bootycall you? He almost wants to say never mind, and go back to bland coffee and tasteless foods. No, he knows that's not enough for him anymore. He wants more of your touch, your body, you.

Thankfully, you don't make him say it. “Sure, yeah.” You sound cool, nearly aloof, but you're anything but that. Kento hands you his phone for you to input your number. Just as you finish saving the contact, you realize the time at the top of his screen—you're gonna be late at returning from your lunch break.

“Shit, I gotta go.” You push his phone back to him and quickly leave, fast on your feet as you walk away.

“Talk to you later.” Kento says, though you're gone already. He stares at his phone screen.

_________

The second portion of the day goes by a lot slower than you would have preferred. You feel like you can finally catch your breath after keeping up with Dr. Geto the whole day. You close your work laptop slowly, sighing out tiredly.

“Good job today.” You hear Dr. Geto's smooth voice day to you. You perk up and look at him. If you were a dog, your tail would be wagging.

“Oh—thank you!” You reply brightly. “I really enjoyed working with you.”

That's a lie. Dr. Geto didn't slow down for a second after lunch, if anything, he had started working faster. He also didn't take time to go the extra mile to talk or teach you about neurosurgery, like Satoru and Kento had. He wasn't required to, but it would have been appreciated on your part. Still, there's no denying Dr. Geto was a genius at what he does for a living. He had a lot more complex post-operative patients today, so you still had the opportunity to learn about his surgical cases and their treatment plans by being in the room and listening as you scribed.

Dr. Geto isn't much of a talker if he doesn't need to be, so he nods at your words in acknowledgement before leaving for the day.

You take a look around as you come from down that people-pleasing high you just experienced and see Yuji grimly working with Dr. Ieiri, the surgical oncologist, in one part of the clinic. You spot Nobara's eye twitching with near annoyance as she works with Dr. Haibara, the OBGYN, in the other part of the clinic. They would be better suited if they switched physicians.

Your roommates still have some time left in their workday, while you were able to go home now since you had started earlier today. You wave at them, Yuji brightly smiles at you and waves back, Nobara scrunches her nose in friendly envy that you're able to leave now, but waves back too.

You make it home after leaving work and stopping at a gas station for your car. Your phone had been more silent the entire time despite turning on your ringer for the first time in a long time—you always preferred your phone on vibrate. Not a peep from an unknown number you were hoping to hear from.

What's gotten into you? Looking forward to Kento hitting you up? Get a grip.

You shower when you get home and change into some loungewear. You finally feel your body relaxing as you lay in bed freshly showered and in clean clothes. You try to scroll mindlessly on your phone, but you feel your eyes getting heavier and tired until you finally give into the sinking feeling. You've sunk too deep into a quiet nap when your phone finally does ring.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

This is Kento. I hope your day improved.

sticky note:

i didn't want to specify where this au takes place or what specific ages the characters are because i wanted to give readers free reign on that, if that makes sense. though, since i am from america then most of my writing may be american-based (like the insurance part of this fic lol), but i'm am trying to stay unspecific in those areas. but even tho an age gap is intentional, i may never specify what ages everyone is because that way anyone reading can imagine an age gap they're comfortable with, if that makes sense too.

ps. when i worked as a scribe i saw an insurance company deny cancer treatment for a patient with prostate cancer bc the insurance company believed “it was not necessary” :O 

[fearfulachilles]

8. gossip & uncertainty.

chapter eight to buop (nanami kento x reader jjk medical au.) .

full contents here.

summary: you finish the week learning you'll be scribing for the mysterious dr. geto and hearing new gossip regarding kento. meanwhile, kento finished the week with being handed an offer he never thought he'd hear.

The clinic portion of the hospital is only open on weekdays, but Satoru had mentioned he’d like to open it for seven days a week in the future. You hope you’re off in med school when the time comes.

You work with Dr. Gojo again before the week ends. You’re fascinated by neurosurgery and he notices it. He tells you about his favorite surgical case during his fellowship here at Jujutsu Hospital and how he developed his own technique that helps reduce risk during brain surgery by 85%.

“That’s amazing.” You say, starstruck.

Satoru doesn't feel like a boss at times, he's easy to talk to. You ask when was the last time he had to use his technique and he says a year ago, around the time he last performed surgery.

There’s gossip of Satoru’s lack of surgery hours that you’ve heard…well, Nobara heard and told you. Some rumors say it’s because of malpractice and others say it’s because he’s been banned from the operating room by the chief of surgery. Satoru doesn’t hide the fact that he hasn’t been in the operating room in sometime, but he usually brushes it off it with a joke and never explains further.

You bite your lip and take a chance. “Can I ask why it's been so long?”

“You’re kidding, right? I have my hands full with this clinic. Surgery will be there when I’m done.” He answers, then changes the topic quickly after.

That's when Satoru shares information regarding your schedule next week. You’ll be scribing for Dr. Geto. 

“He's filling in for me, just for a day. I’ve got some bullshit meeting to go to.” The young doctor explains, rolling his eyes. 

When Satoru stopped performing surgery, Dr. Geto took over all his surgical cases, causing his surgery schedule to double. Because of that, Dr. Geto doesn’t have time to be in clinic, other than when Satoru absolutely needs him to be there.

It’ll be an exciting start to your week.

_________

You decided to Google Dr. Geto once you got home. You don’t know much of the physician, not even what he looks like. When pictures of him show up, you were taken back by how pretty Suguru Geto was. Was every doctor in that hospital good looking?

Then something catches your eye.

“Have you guys ever read this article? 'Dr. Satoru Gojo renounces titleship to famous Gojo technique.'” You read aloud to your roommates. “He gave credit to... Suguru Geto? It’s called the Geto technique now.”

“Weird. I wonder why he'd do that.” Yuji commented. 

“Maybe he stole it from Dr. Geto and finally got caught.” Nobara speculated. She always loved a scandal or drama that didn't involve her personally. You couldn't blame her, you did too. 

“I heard they're close friends, I doubt that happened.” Megumi chimed in. 

From your reading you learn that Suguru is also a gift to medicine, similar to Satoru. He was a couple years older and accomplished many things in med school, alongside Satoru, and during his fellowship in a Kyoto hospital.

Nobara decides to bring up some more gossip she's heard, her voice filled with juicy intention of trapping you into the topic. “I heard that Dr. Nanami was left on his wedding day.”

You take the bait.

“He what?” You whip your head around from your phone screen to look at her. 

Nobara nods. “Yup. He was getting married to some pharmaceutical rep, but she never showed.”

“That's probably why he looks so grumpy all the time.” Yuji says.

“Where did you hear that from?” You ask intrigued. 

“Maki told me. She's the cute nurse I told you about. She used to work there, then she quit, but Dr. Gojo hired her again.” Nobara explains. She met Maki Zenin when she got lost on her way to the cafeteria in the hospital on the very first day. Since then, the two had been texting. 

You've never bothered to learn the dating history of your past flings, but this was different. Being engagement and left at the alter are serious. You think, is he using me as a rebound?

You shake off the thought because you're not supposed to care, but you still feel something tugging deep within you. You ignore it.

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It had been the slowest week of Kento’s career, mentally. He had back to back surgeries scheduled and he stayed at the hospital until the early morning hours, busy with operative notes, but it had felt long and nearly tedious because you were on his mind.

The week is over and he arrives home tired. He drags himself to his kitchen and looks through his fridge. Kento feels the motivation to cook real food for the first time in a long, long time. He used to cook all the time, having a passion for it and always experimenting with new recipes.

He lost that side of him long ago, the side of him that looked forward to the things in his life and enjoyed them, as if he outgrew happiness. He thought he would never find it again. It had strained his relationship deep enough to be left stranded at an alter he never wanted to be at.

Then he met you, he talked to you, kissed you, and touched you. He saw the vibrant color of your hair, eyes, and body. He tasted your lips and felt your skin on his. It felt like he had been holding his breath for years, waiting for something to come along. Then, you came along. He made you laugh in that bar and thought this is how it feels to breathe again.

His microwavable dinners from the frozen aisle and instant coffee weren't enough to get him by anymore. He missed the spices of his home cooked meals and the richness of his favorite coffee beans. His days weren't dull anymore. He appreciated the rising sun in the sky on his way to work and the sound of chirping birds outside his bedroom window a little more. Your touch brought his senses back.

In the midst of his thoughts of you, he thinks back to when you mention your mother had Cordis Aneurisma, a slow killing disease of the heart and a medical mystery. The only fact known was that it is genetic, primarily in women, with a 50/50 chance of a mother passing it to her daughter.

Kento never really enjoyed taking chances like that. Though, he took one with you.

He had told you he didn't want anything serious, something he'd never done before. He was raised to be a traditional man, primarily by his grandfather. So, he worked towards a good and stable career with a great salary, and he was going to get married and settle down. After being with you, he knows he doesn't want to go return to that, even if it meant breaking his traditional values he was raised with, all for a chance you'll let him stay around for a little longer. He hopes you do.

He cooks something quick and easy for him before he digs up his old med school textbooks and begins searching for anything on Cordis Aneurisma. Two textbooks turn into five, and when his sixth one doesn't have anymore information than the others, he moves his research on to his laptop.

He doesn't hear the knocking on his front door until it's loud enough to bring him out of his thoughts. When he opens it, it's Asami, his ex-fiancée.

She greets him with a smile, but Kento stares blankly at her, blinking his eyes. He didn't expect her to come by today, but she has made it a habit of showing up unannounced, which usually led to them fucking on his couch.

Asami walks past him and makes herself at home, and he doesn't stop her. She places her handbag on his counter and walks further inside.

“Did you just get home from work?” Asami asks.

Kento looks down at his attire to see that he's still wearing his scrubs. He looks over at a clock in his home and realizes it has already been a few hours since he got home. He lost track of time reading up on the genetic illness.

She moves on, not taking notice of Kento’s cooked dinner. Asami was never good at noticing the small things in him. She peeks at all the opened textbooks and then over to what is on his laptop. “Do you have a patient with Cordis Aneurisma? How sad.”

Kento hadn't spoken a word yet. His face had turned back to the one Asami had known very well now, neutral to everything.

“What are you doing here?” Kento finally asks, speaking his first words to her. He dreaded thinking she was going to finally explain herself to him on why she left that day, something they both had been avoiding to acknowledge.

Asami steps her way over to Kento and places her hands on his broad chest. She's smaller than you, he doesn't like it. “I wanted to talk. I miss you.”

I miss you. She said that last time she was here, in the middle of sex. Kento had thought it was just in the moment of bliss, he had hoped it was.

“And I've been thinking about us…getting back together. I-I think we should try again.” Asami continues, sounding eager and unsure all at once. She's fidgeting with her fingers on his chest.

Her words make Kento run cold. He looks down at her face, uncertain of what to say or think. He spots her engagement ring on her finger, she had recently began putting it on again.

“We don't have to talk right now, I just wanted to tell you in person, but I'd like you to think about it.” Asami smiles with her lips closed and with a sense of uncertainty. She can’t read his face, he hardly gives her any sign of what he was thinking.

Asami removes herself from him and grabs her bag from the counter, knocking off the parking ticket Kento had taken from you. She picks it up to place it back, and reminds him, “oh—don't forget to pay that, Kento.”

She comes back to him, slipping her hand into his larger one and pulling him over to his front door once again as she makes her exit. She meant for this to be a quick visit. “You will think about it, right?”

Kento doesn't say anything in return, he just slowly nods at her words. She nods back, taking a chance and tugging him closer, raising herself on her tiptoes to kiss him. He kisses back for a moment, but all he could think about were your lips.

He didn't like comparing women to each other, but the feeling of you still lingers on him. He could only think about how much he would rather kiss you again instead of her. He abruptly breaks the kiss, pulling away, and it leaves Asami taken back.

Words don't need to be exchanged for what she felt as Kento pulled away from her, so she leaves him to think about her offer alone.

[fearfulachilles]

7. worth your while (part two).

chapter seven to buop (nanami kento x reader jjk medical au.) .

full contents here.

summary: you have to keep your time with kento a secret when you arrive back home and find your roommates waiting for you. they want to know where you've been and you don't want to say, but it's nothing a small card game can't settle.

warning: sexual scenes.

Kento’s gotten up from beside you and grabbed you a towel. It’s soft and fluffy, almost like a spa’s towel. Your fingers rake through it as you wipe off his drying cum from your stomach. You clean the cum painted on the underside of your breasts and Kento watches you.

He lays down beside you again. He presses his body against yours, nudging you over onto your side. Your back is to him now and he snakes his arm under your head to support you. His large fingers ghost over your now cleaned abdomen, down to your swollen slit.

You lift your leg up like a good girl for him and whimper when the pads of his fingers press against your clit, still sensitive from your orgasm.

“One more?” Kento mumbles and sweetly presses a kiss on your shoulder. 

You feel the load of his cum seeping out of you, but his fingers quickly catch it and stuff it back inside of you. You moan lowly, he's knuckles deep and filling you again. Even stretched, fucked and dripping, your pussy still adjusts around him. 

You nod eagerly, “one more.” 

Kento’s fingers rub against your pussy walls, pushing his cum deeper them. His hand gets wet and covered in the cum that is getting fucked out, making a dirty mess. You were right, his fingers feel amazing inside of you. You roll your head back against his chest, your mouth falling open with breathy moans. 

He praises you, whispering atta girl and kissing your cheek. His fingers come out of you and he grabs his dick with that same hand, smearing the mix cum of you both around it. He adjusts himself at your hole and has his swollen tip resting against it. You were right again, Kento is a tease.

You impatiently move against him, rolling your hips backwards and pushing just the head of his cock inside of you. He grabs your face with his cum covered hand and makes you look up at him. It’s dirty, you know it is, now having both of your orgasms now smeared on your cheek. But you don’t care in the moment.

He watches your face as he slides his cock further inside. You whine loudly, you can’t control your noises anymore. You feel each drag of his cock inside of your pussy again and again. He lets go of your face and grabs your lifted leg, holding it up to fuck you deeper. You go limp against him, head resting against his chest and mouth hung open in an ‘O’ shape. 

“You’re so good 'round me,” Kento slurs into your shoulder. “Just wanna keep fuckin’ you.”

You whine, nodding with his words. “Fuck me,” you beg, “fuck me.”

He kisses from your shoulder down to where your collarbone meets your shoulder. He switches from kissing sweetly to biting, pressing his tongue against your skin and creating a lasting mark.

His cock is stretching you out so much and you feel him ride up against your clit with every snap of his hips. You swallow thickly. You feel full up to your throat. 

“So full,” you whimper. “‘m so full.”

“Yeah, baby,” Kento’s hand caresses the inside of your lifted thigh and moves to press against your lower stomach, “you’re so full. You feel it?”

You bite your lip and nod. You force your eyes open and look down at his hand. Past his hand, you see his glistening cock move in and out of you from between your lifted leg and you moan. Your skin is burning hot and your pussy’s pulsating around Kento. 

“Too much,” You feel the burning sensation inside of you again, your gummy walls tingle around him with it. “C-Can’t cum.” 

Kento’s fingers snake further down and finally pay attention to your twitching clit again. He rubs tiny circles with two of his fingers. He kisses from the back of your shoulder to your neck and you move your head to give him more room. 

“You can cum, baby.” He encourages. He rubs your clit, keeping a steady pace with it. He knows this is what you need to push you over. His voice is husky. “You can do it, you can cum.” 

You shake your head defiantly, but you’re overcome with pleasure. You squirt cum around his thick cock, making further mess between you both. You moan curse words and you moan his name. Kento drinks them all up, kissing your cheek until he’s reached your lips.

“Just like that.” He coos at you between clumsy kisses. “That’s perfect, baby.” 

His hips pick up in rhythm, smacking against your ass and thighs and smearing your slick all over his groin with strings and webs of your wetness sticking to him. It’s all dirty and messy, you turn pink in embarrassment and moan. Your cunt’s so sensitive that you can feel him cum inside of you, ropes of white cum filling you inside. 

You feel so fucked. You roll over on to your chest, catching your breath after your second high of the night. You leg is hitched up towards your chest and you feel all of his cum spilling out of you and staining his bedsheets again. He doesn’t seem to mind or care.

You’re not sure how long how you lay there in bliss, covered in sweat and cum, maybe seconds or minutes. You feel Kento’s body on yours again, his recovery time shortening since the first round. His chest is flush against your back, and his hips nuzzle into your ass. He’s hard.

“One more?” He asks, nose pressed against the side of your face. He lifts your hips slowly, his hard cock rutting against your slick folds, waiting for you to respond.

You don't think before agreeing, “one more.”

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It’s late when Kento drives you back to your car parked at the clinic.

You declined his offer to use his shower before redressing yourself, not wanting to get comfortable in his home. His home that he just fucked you over and over again in. Four times total, his mattress is unusable now.

You want to get home to shower and rest from this sex marathon the both of you had. You’re still a little dazed, your cunt feeling satisfied and pulsating.

“You’re okay to drive home?” He asks as he opened his car's passenger door for you. He parked right next to your car.

You step out of his car on wobbly legs, you thought you managed to seem fine, but Kento offers you a hand to grab when you step out. He's watching you like he isn’t the one who made you like this, the one who made you scream and cum back to back four times. You let go of his hand when you're completely out of his car.

You smile and nod. “Yeah, don’t worry. I’ll be—shit.”

You spot a ticket notice on your windshield. It was for overnight parking. Usually, hospital parking lots are free, but the previous owner of Jujutsu Hospital thought charging for overnight parking was a good idea. It’s something the new owner has been meaning to get rid of.

You gawk at the price of the ticket before accepting the punishment. Kento asks to look at it so you offer it to him. He doesn't look at the it when he takes it from you, instead he places it in the pocket of his pants.

“Wait—“

“It’s my fault, I’ll cover it.”

You want to argue, it’s in your blood to argue, it’s in your nature to say no I can take care of myself. But you realized how stubborn Kento can be when he fucked your third orgasm out of you after you thought you couldn’t cum again. You didn't doubt yourself when it came to your fourth one.

“I’ll just take it back from you tomorrow.” You smile at him.

Kento laughs, his eyes falling on your smile. He doesn't think he can get used to the sight of it. He's a little upset that his two days at in the clinic are over for this week. “I’ll be in surgery until next week. It’ll be paid by then.”

You unlock your car and Kento opens the car door for you. You hit his bicep playfully before sitting in the driver's seat. He closes the door when you're securely in and steps away from your car. He waits for you to leave before he gets inside of his own car. He places his hands on his steering wheel and he flexes the hand you grabbed on to.

_________

You knew your roommates were going to be awake, it's nearing the end of the evening but it's not terribly late. You just didn't expect them all to be together in the living room when you walked through the apartment. All three pairs of eyes were on you.

You tried to freshen up as much as you could, you fixed your hair and wiped the cum Kento had smeared on your cheek before leaving his place, though your underwear was cum stained.

“And where have you been? We've been worried sick.” Yuji scolds you, putting down his Uno cards. The three of them had been playing Uno on the living room floor while a trashy reality show played on the television.

Nobara peeks at Yuji's card while he's facing you and she shows them to Megumi who nods once he sees them. Then, she chimes in. “Yeah, not even a text to update us on how it's going with Dr. No Pump.”

You want to tell her she's so wrong about him, but you don't know how to describe your sex-fest without calling it a sex-fest. You still deny all claims from them.

“I wasn't with him.” You lie.

“I saw you guys going at it next your car.” Megumi catches you in your lie. Your face reddens. “Gojo had me work late because he got behind schedule again.”

Megumi places down a wildcard and chooses the color red. Yuji pouts, “aw man, I don't have any red.” He has to grab three more cards until he finally gets a red one.

“I want details!” Nobara sings, then puts down a red 'reverse' card, making it Yuji's turn again. Yuji huffs and digs for another red card from the free pile.

“No~” You sing back, walking towards your room to get yourself ready for a shower. You hear Yuji curse at Megumi when he puts down a 'plus four' card, making Yuji have thirteen cards in his deck now.

You shower the time with Kento away. You never think about your one-night stands or flings for long after having sex. Choso was almost the exception, but your fear of developing feelings caused you to stuff your thoughts down the drain every time. You can't seem to do that with Kento. He's left a lasting impression on you.

You feel like your body tingling at every spot he touched tonight. Your fingers rub lightly on the hickey he gave you between your shoulder and collarbone. When you step out of the shower, you wipe the mirror of steam and stare at his mark on you.

You won't see Kento again until next week when he's back in clinic. You don't even have his number in your phone. You don't let yourself feel sad about that, you busy your mind by getting changed into your loungewear. You wear shorts and an oversized black sweatshirt.

When you walk back out to the living room, clean from your aura of being freshly fucked, you see that your roommates have started a new Uno match. Nobara shuffles the cards with ease. She calls you over and you sit on the floor with them, between her and Yuji.

“Is that Choso's?” Yuji asks once he sees your sweatshirt.

You feel your heart slow down when you realize it is his. You don't make it a habit of keeping clothes from your flings, but he had insisted you wear it before you left one night. “Oh yeah, I forgot he let me borrow it.”

“Who's Choso?” Nobara asks and she deals five cards to each of you.

Of course Yuji makes two close friends in college, moves in with them, gets a job working with them, but doesn't get to know them well enough to talk about his family. In fairness, Yuji is an open book, if you ask him about himself, he'll tell you. Maybe they hadn't gotten around to personal family details yet. You're never eager to talk about your own family, anyways.

“My oldest brother.” He explains.

“Geez, how many do you have?”

Yuji starts counting on his fingers. “Choso's the oldest, so that's one. He's in med school right now, actually. Eso's next, he's living in Hollywood to become an actor. He's pretty good. Sukuna's my twin, I'm older than him by three minutes—”

“You're a twin? That's why you're so weird.” Nobara chimes.

“—and Kechizu's the youngest, he's finishing up high school.” Yuji holds up four fingers and then grabs his dealt cards.

“What does your twin do?” Megumi asks, who had been quiet this whole time.

“He's getting ready for dental school.”

Nobara snorts, putting down the first card. “He wants to be a dentist, A.K.A. a fake doctor?”

You giggle. You'd like to see Sukuna react to how Nobara speaks of his chosen profession. They're both stubborn and both make you feel like you're talking to a brick wall. It'd be entertaining, to say the least. You place a card down after Nobara, then Yuji does, then Megumi.

You learn that Nobara is an only child, which explains a lot. She grew up with her grandmother most of the time since her parents were always working. She played loads of different card games with her. Her grandmother was diagnosed with melanoma, a type of skin cancer, when she was young. The doctors managed to save her life and she'll never forget that.

Megumi reluctantly talks about his older sister, but his voice is soft when he does. She grew up sick and practically lived at a children's hospital. It caused a strain on his parents’ marriage, but he keeps that to himself. His sister works as a grade school teacher now. You think back to when Megumi said he wanted to be a pediatrician.

It's your turn to talk about your siblings. You're also reluctant, you don't so easily give out information about yourself to others, other than to Yuji at times. You tell them you grew up with Yuji's brothers more than your own siblings.

“I'm a middle child,” you start.

“Classic middle child syndrome.” Nobara comments. She had mentioned she wanted to be a dermatologist, but she's acting like a psych specialist.

You continue, “I wasn't so close my siblings. My brother's way older than me, so we never had anything to talk about. My sister's younger than me and she's a lone wolf, so I spent most of my time with Yuji and his brothers.”

“They preferred her over me.” Yuji comments. Somehow he's gotten back to having 13 Uno cards in his deck. “My grandpa still does.”

Yuji puts down a 'plus two' card and you hiss at him before grabbing two extra cards from the free deck.

“Loser has to tell us about her sex adventure.” Nobara announces as she places her second to last card down. Megumi seconds that and puts down his second to last card too. They win and put their last cards down during the next turn.

Now it's you and Yuji, you have four less cards than him. You glare at him, shifting away so he can't peak over.

You don't know how but Yuji's deck consisted of 'skip' cards, 'reverse' cards, 'plus two' and 'plus four' cards. He wins in a landslide, you're left with more cards than you had.

Nobara picks the cards back up and mindlessly does shuffling tricks that would have you spilling all the cards out if you had even attempted to do the same. Your roommates all look at you patiently.

You never kiss and tell. Yuji still isn't aware of your fling with Choso, which was the longest you've had. Your cheeks turn pink and you have to roll your lips in to avoid smiling. You can't help but want to smile thinking back on your time with Kento, it'd scare you if you didn't have three pairs of eyes eagerly waiting to distract you from the thought.

“He's a really good kisser,” you begin. Yuji and Megumi gag instantly, groaning in disgust at your intimate detail. Your eyes widen in disbelief and you laugh. “You guys wanted to know!”

[fearfulachilles]

6. worth your while.

chapter six to buop (nanami kento x reader jjk medical au.) .

full contents here.

summary: kento is a no nonsense man, you’ve figured out that much. he’s not the type you get involved with at all. until he tells you he can be, if you want him to.

warnings: sexual scenes.

sticky note: i took an edible and wrote this. enjoy!

Kento is at the clinic early the next day. He only works two days out of the week in the clinic, because he has to work at least two days. He remembers the first day Satoru had announced the opening of the new clinic. The new owner of Jujutsu Hospital thought it was important to provide care to all of our current patients and new patients, so the clinic was the gateway to that.

He agreed with that statement, healthcare should be accessible to everyone. He just didn't agree with the fact that he'd have to cut down on surgery hours to work in the clinic until new physicians could be hired and take over.

“Everyone's gotta do it, Kento. Shoko's showing up three days a week. Even Suguru is taking a day off surgery to come in every couple of weeks.” Satoru tried to make it sound better, but it didn't work. “Yu's starting off with two days for our family planning patients.”

“I'm not a family physician, Gojo. I'm a goddamn surgeon. I can't be held up like this.” Kento fought back.

In the end, Satoru had more authority, so even though he bitched and complained, Kento still had to do it. It's not so bad, at least he got to see you again. He wasn't prepared on how often he was going to think about you.

Yesterday made it worse. You were smart along with funny and beautiful. He had gone home thinking about you. He went to bed thinking about you, having to fist his cock before being able to sleep. He know it's inappropriate, not only do you work with him, but you had made it clear you weren't interested in something serious. Kento's not the type to have flings or one-night stands, but he can't stop thinking about you.

He couldn't sleep well last night because of his thoughts. So, he arrives to work a little grumpier than usual. He groans to himself when he hears his close friend yelling his name.

“Kento!” The voice is coming from down the hall. Kento looks over and sees Yu Haibara, his old med school friend and the one who recommended he work for Jujutsu High after leaving his last place of employment at a for-profit hospital. Also, the brother of his ex-fiancée. Yu catches up with the blonde doctor, smiling brightly at his friend. “How are the new scribes working out?”

“They're good, smart.”

“Don't oversell them.” Yu joked. “I've got Itadori with me today. I hope he likes newborns, I've got lots of moms coming in for their three week postpartum follow ups. This new clinic is great, isn't it?”

Yu was Jujutsu Hospital's main OB-GYN. He was a helpful and vocal coach during birth and all his patients loved him because he created a safe space for first time mothers. Some would travel over an hour just to be seen by him and have him deliver their babies. He was always happy and chipper, Yuji was a good choice to work with.

Kento grunts in agreement. It's a great idea, he just doesn't like working in it. He bids goodbye to his happy go-lucky friend. He reaches for his coffee that he brewed at home this morning and hisses at the horrible flavor.

“This tastes like shit.” He comments to himself before putting the cup down. How has he not noticed before? Maybe he'll start buying his old preferred coffee beans again.

Your voice rings in Kento's ears just a few minutes later. You're carrying two cups of coffee from a nearby cafe, and when you get close to him, you hand one of them to him. He stares at it blankly for a moment, it prompts you to clear your throat awkwardly.

“I hope it's not weird, I was grabbing coffee and thought to bring you one. I-I don't know what you like, so I got you one that I like... is this weird?” You babble.

You're always the one sabotaging these moments. Now with your rambling and once before near the vending machines when you told Kento to forget about the car incident. How can he forget when you keep making everything about it?

You're surprised when the blonde doctor smiles and takes the coffee you're offering.

“No, this is very kind. Thank you.” Your name falls from his lips in and it sends shivers down your body.

You settle in, placing your own coffee drink on the nurse station desk and you disappear to grab a hospital laptop. You return and bring up the schedule for today. “I took a peek at the patient load yesterday and it looks busy. Think you'll be okay?” You tease.

Kento drinks the coffee you brought for him. He tastes the richness of the coffee and the sweetness of the syrups used. He usually drinks black coffee, without any sugar or creamers, but he can't deny the bursts of flavors he can taste just now. It was just what he needed.

“I'm up for it, if you are.” He replies.

_________

The day burns you out, not because of the amount of patients you saw today, but because of Kento.

He was in a much better mood today working with you alone. He was chattier with his patients, so naturally charming in his element. He introduced you to each patient, your name being sounded out perfectly, and includes you in the conversations with patients. You felt seen, heard, and appreciated by him.

Maybe it was because of his better mood, or something else you weren't aware of, but his lack of personal space with you was even worse today too. He'd open the exam room door for you to walk out first and he'd follow closely behind with his fingertips brushing along the small of your back to guide you out of the room. He'd call you over to sit beside him at the nurse station and have you lean in close to him as he showed you CT scans and MRIs of hearts that belonged to some of his patients. You wouldn't notice how close you were until he was nearly whispering his quizzing questions in you ear.

Every move, touch, and whisper would have you melting.

You’re not aware of how much you’re effecting Kento today too.

You were shorter than him, so with every whip of your hair, he was able to smell your shampoo. He’d stare at you when you were too focused on your laptop screen, with your plump bottom lip between your teeth, the very same lip time he kissed and bit that night in his car. He remembers how hot your mouth was and he remembers the taste of your saliva when he sneaked his tongue inside.

It’s nearly unbearable for him today. But he’s enjoying himself around you. You make the workday go by easier and faster. The work day is done before he knows it. The coffee you got him was long gone, and the one he brewed himself this morning is forgotten in an old traveling thermos cup he left at the nurse station.

You’re putting away the hospital laptop at its designated area, a small supply closet at the end of the clinic. You have your coat over your scrubs and your bag hangs from your shoulder. You leave the supply closet and walk through the nearly empty clinic that is now closed to the public. It’s not completely empty yet because Kento’s waiting by the front entrance.

When he sees you approaching, he smiles.

“I had a great time working with you today.” He says. He walks out of the clinic with you, his muscular arms brushing against your shoulders.

“I did too.” You say genuinely. “It was fun.”

The rest of the walk is quiet. You had left your apartment earlier this morning to have time for coffee, so you didn’t carpool with any of your roommates. You get to your car and you notice Kento’s car is nowhere near yours, but he still walked with you. The silence is deafening, until Kento finally speaks up.

“I’m not looking for anything serious, either.”

Your eyes widen and you look up at the older man. He’s referencing what you told him on your first day. Had he been thinking about that this whole time? Kento isn’t that type of man, he knows that. But you’ve consumed every waking thought of his, maybe it’s just what he needs.

You don’t know what to reply with. You feel your cheeks heating up. “Um, well, w-we work together.”

Kento is quiet for a second before nodding, like he’s been caught. “I know.”

“I won’t tell anyone, if you don’t.” You say. You’re crazy, right? Crazy to turn him down or crazy to take his offer, you’re not sure which, but you are crazy. But he’s been driving you crazy ever since seeing him in that cafeteria.

“Deal.” Kento replies. His large hand comes up to your face and his thumb caresses your cheek. The rest of his hand cups your jaw. He leans in, his warm lips touching yours slowly, giving you enough time to change your mind.

You don’t. You grab the collar of his jacket and pull him in impatiently. He’s a good kisser, you almost forgot. His lips take over and you follow them. The tip of his nose is nudged against your face as he deepens the kiss.

His tongue makes its way into your mouth, swiping along your own and tasting you again. He’s missed the taste of you. He wants to keep doing it. The hand on your jaw snakes down to the back of your neck, and he cradles the crown of your head. You moan into his mouth at how he’s handling you, feeling small in his grasp.

Kento breaks the kiss first. His breathing is unsteady and he feels his heart thumping against his chest. His fingers had found their way to be buried in your hair from where he held you. You whine at the loss of contact, pouting slightly. It makes him chuckle.

“My place? I’ll make it worth your while.” He says and you nod. He tells you to leave your car here, he’ll drive you back to get it later. You listen to him and he walks you to his car.

_________

You’re on Kento the minute he unlocks his door. He laughs against your lips at how eager you are. You don’t know that he’s just as eager as you too. He kicks his front door closed with his foot.

“C’mere,” he mutters, licking his lips and kissing you fully. He grabs the back of your knees and lifts you up. On instinct, you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. His large hands keep you secure, holding onto your ass.

You think he’s going to take you there and now, against his wall, or even on his couch. But he’s carrying you to his room. You don’t have time to take in his interior designing and judge if it’s good.

Once he’s laid you on his bed, his hands don’t stop touching you, it’s like he memorized every inch of you.

You roll up the hem of his scrub shirt and he takes the hint. He discards his shirt within seconds and you swallow thickly once you see his body.

You didn’t get this far last time, both of you were still fully clothed. His body is unbelievably sculpted, and to think it had been hidden under his stupid scrubs this whole time. You run your hands down his abdomen, your fingertips teasingly pulling at the top of his pants next.

He doesn’t budge this time. Instead, he takes off your shirt. You don’t have to do any work, he was capable to stripping you of it without your help. You lay beneath him in your bra and Kento stares for a second, like he’s gotten stage fright.

You smirk and grab his hand, you feel his veins on his hands with your soft, delicate fingers, and guide his hand to cup your breast. His thumb rubs your nipple through the fabric of your bra and it’s enough to make you lightly gasp. He brings his body closer to you and ruts his hips against yours, the hardness of his cock brushing against your heated core.

You breathe out his name, “Kento…”

It drives him mad. He pulls down at your bra, your breasts bouncing out of it. He leans down and takes the nipple he had been teasing into his mouth. You moan at the sudden warmth on your breast, looking down and watching him.

Kento’s filthy with his lips around your nipple. He flicks the nub with his tongue, his mouth completely enclosed around it, then his teeth tug at the tip and it causes sparks throughout your body. You whine, eyes dedicated on watching Kento.

He pulls down his pants as he bullies your nipple with his tongue. Then, he pulls away from your breast with a pop. You’re red, flustered with how Kento’s acting.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this.” He says. His voice is husky, he almost sounds drunk.

He pulls your pants and underwear off in a single swipe, it’s impressive. Your tits bounce with the sudden movement and Kento watches them as they do. He grabs your hips and drags your body close to his, your legs falling open on either side of his torso.

His cock is big and dripping with precum. You remember how his bulge felt in your hand, you knew he’d be big, just not this big. He pumps himself with his hand a few times before he adjusts himself to be between your legs.

You’re breathing heavy, watching him with your full attention. You feel yourself leaking from your make out session and Kento abusing your breast. He uses the tip of his cock to gather up your wetness, and he slides it up to your clit.

You whine, your fluttering close. You wrap your legs around him, nudging him closer to your entrance to finally feel him. Kento laughs softly and his hands go to your thighs and he holds your legs open again. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “Not yet.”

He pressed his swollen tip against your clit and grinds against you. You’re moaning with every swipe of his cock.

“Oh-h, fuck,” you whine. You buck your hips and rub yourself against his cock even more. He holds you by your hips, the pads of his thumb pressing against your hip bones.

The lips of your pussy spread and take him in, he keeps rubbing his cock between your lips, pressing it against your sensitive clit repeatedly. His dick glistens with your slickness on him. You grab on to his shoulder, fingertips digging into his flesh.

“Shit—“ Kento curses, and his cum squirts out of his cock, painting your stomach all over in it. His movements are slow, but they don’t stop. He hisses at the sensitivity of his cock.

You look down at your body. Your stomach has a small pool of his cum, some of it splattered along the underside of your tits. With two fingers, you scoop some his cum and bring it to your mouth. You moan at the taste of him, rubbing your fingers in your tongue.

Kento groans as he watches you. He presses his body against yours, not caring of his sticky mess on your stomach. He grabs a hand full of your hair and it makes you cry out in a moan. He kisses you hungrily, his tongue tasting his own cum on yours.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Kento whispers in your ear. You smile hazily. You’re not upset you didn’t get to feel Kento’s cock in you, it still felt amazing to have him fuck your clit.

Kento’s peppering your face with kisses, and despite you not normally being one for affection, you bask it all in your pleasured haze.

The tip of his aching cock still feels hard against your folds, and you feel him guide it down to your pussy. The swollen tip teases your entrances as he whispers again. “Been thinking about this nonstop…”

He rests the weight of his body on his forearm above your head, boxing you beneath and trapping you with the heat of his body. He lifts his head high enough to catch your eyes. He rolls his hips slowly, pushing his girth inside of you.

You’re wet, your hole grasping for something to wrap around, but even then, you whine as he stretches you out. Kento tries to swallow down a moan. You claw at his back until he’s fully inside of you, filling you to the brim.

He mumbles small praises as he stays deep inside you. You feel so full of him that you let out a choked moan. His thrusts start off small and slow, he barely pulls out of you and stays rubbing against your cervix, the tip of his cock nudging it again and again.

His thrust only deepen, causing his skin to dampen and his throat rumble with grunts.

He's touching your sweet spot again and again and again, you feel his balls slap against your ass with very thurst. You swallow back your pitiful whines long enough to pull Kento into a kiss to keep hiding them. And Kento kisses back ravishingly, clumsily, like he needs to be inside you even more.

“You’re intoxicating.” Kento growls near your swollen lips. His hand traces the sides of your waist, finding his way to your lower back. He lifts you with his hand, bending you.

He's rough and fast and deep, nothing like you’ve experienced before. The happy trail in his pelvis rubs against your clit with every slap of his hips and his dick presses harder inside of you. It’s too much for you. You whimper, and you whimper again and again. The pressure in your body feels like too much. It’s burning in the best way. 

Kento kisses your cheek, “‘s okay, baby.”

His other hand brushes your hair away from your sweaty face. It’s a comfort touch, contrasting against how mean and quick his thrusts are. He knows you’re about to cum. He wants you to cum and make a mess on his sheets. 

“Feels good, right?” He asks you, his deep tone cracking and sending shivers all over your body. Your eyes close tighter and you whine with your jaw dropping slowly. You nod because it’s all you know how to do.

“So good, so good.” You don’t feel your mouth moving, you only hear your voice agreeing. You focus on the knot growing inside you, your noises turn high and you curse below your breath. You want to warn Kento that you’re cumming and you can’t stop it, but all you can string along are words like cumming, i’m c-oh, god…

Your orgasm over takes you, you cum fluttering around him, forming rings and smearing them all along his cock. Your wetness and cum now mixed, it drips down from your stuffed hole and stains his sheets. He swears he’ll never wash them. He wants to keep you there, your essence and your pleasure, all for him.  

Kento encourages your pretty moans, nuzzling his nose against your damp temple and his hips never faulting throughout your orgasm. He comes too, his thrusts stutter as he stuffs his cock completely in, burying his cum inside of you.

While still in you, Kento cups the side of your face and brings you in for a kiss. You don't pull away and kiss him back.

He lays beside you afterwards, catching his breath. You catch yours too, the high of your orgasm fading quietly. No one has made you come that intensely before. You look over at him, your eyes half lidded and dazed.

[fearfulachilles]

5. fixing hearts.

chapter five to buop (nanami kento x reader jjk medical au.) .

full contents here.

summary: it’s time to work with kento, the man you had just rejected after a one-time unlikely experience in his car. he’s keeping things professional, but can you?

sticky note: please keep in mind all medical illnesses i mention are fake, made up, and most likely from a generator website. if you google them they probably won't come up or make sense.

Tomorrow came too fast for your liking. It was time for you to work with Kento, the man you had just rejected after a one-time unlikely experience in his car.  You’re sure this is karma for all the hearts you’ve broken of the young men you dated.

You were never the one for long term, serious relationships. The guys you would meet thought that’s what they wanted too, a fun time with no strings attached. But they all ended after a short amount of time when you reject their offer for something more serious. They’d call you a slut and a whore, but you never really cared. 

The only person it didn’t happen with was Choso. He let you come and go as you pleased and because of that you started coming around more often. You didn’t realize yourself doing that and when you did, Yuji had already offered you this great opportunity.

You expect it to be awkward with Kento or expect him to be upset with you for rejecting him the day prior. You’re pleasantly surprised when Kento is completely professional with you. He does the same as Satoru, shows you and Megumi CT scans, MRIs, and pathology reports to educate and quiz you both throughout the morning. It’s like nothing ever happened. You’re happy about that, right?

You learn Kento is a cardiovascular surgeon. He works with one of the most vital and delicate organs of the body. 

Kento’s preferred way of documentation is pretty simple. He likes full sentences and likes to document any social history that may cause complications before or after surgery.

He’s a lot more thorough than Satoru, who would just glance at the chart note and say good enough, save it, let’s move on. No, Kento stops after every patient to read your and Megumi’s chart notes from the screen of the laptops you held before approving them or asking for something to be changed.

When Kento checked your notes, his sense of personal space didn’t exist. You’d feel the firmness of his chest pressing against the back of your shoulder as he towered over you and leaned in to read your chart note. His voice was almost as close as it was that night in his car, so you had to focus even more to hear the correction he’d suggest for you to do. 

It didn’t help that Kento didn’t like wearing his white coat. He wore light blue scrubs that contracted nicely to his blonde hair and light brown eyes. His arms were big, you hadn’t noticed that before. They contoured and flexed under the bright lights of the clinic. They looked strong and muscular, veins sculpted on his hands and up his forearms. 

You don’t notice you’re staring until Megumi has the nerve to nudge your side with his pointy elbow. You grunt at him and direct your eyes to your own laptop screen.

Lunch comes around faster than yesterday. Yuji and Nobara are paired with Dr. Gojo today and their moods reflect it. They’re happier than the day before, though Nobara complains that Dr. Gojo talks too much nonsense with the patients and gets them get behind schedule.

Then, they lean in and ask how it’s going with “Dr. No Pump Chump.” You roll your eyes and have to press your lips together to not give them the satisfaction of smiling. 

“She’s been drooling over him all morning.” Megumi answers for you, then takes a bite of his salad. 

You scoff and hit his shoulder. “I have not!”

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Kento didn’t waste time chatting unrelated topics with his patients like Satoru does. Sometimes an elderly patient would trap him in a conversation and he’d feel obligated to entertain them for a couple of minutes, but he was quick to say his goodbyes and open the exam room door for you and Megumi to step out first. 

One particular patient, a 73-year-old woman, came in with her granddaughter who seemed to be a couple years older than you.

“Thank you so much, Dr. Nanami.” The young woman says, and she reaches over and places a hand on his upper arm. His body constricts just for a moment, but you notice it. Her smile is alluring, beautiful, painted with red lipstick. “You’ve basically made my grandmother’s heart brand new.” 

Kento smiles small, like he did when he said I look forward to working with you yesterday. His response is simple and straight to the point, “of course. Thank you for joining her today.” 

He’s about to wrap the visit up when the young woman jumps in and continues trying to converse with him. She leans in a little, her long hair falling to frame her face so perfectly. “Can I ask, what made you get into heart surgery? Got tired of breaking hearts so you decided to start fixing them?” 

Her eyes trail from his large arms to his collarbone visible from his scrub top, up his neck that you’ve bitten and kissed, until they get to his face. She’s eyeing him like a piece of candy.

He deals with this a lot. Patients or family of patients are always so interested in him. He’s attractive, tall, with a good career and with no wedding ring in sight. He just never likes how inappropriate the timing is.

He chuckles at her joke, but it’s not genuine. You can tell it isn’t. He laughed at everything you said at the bar, you know how deep and rumbling his true laugh is.��

“No, nothing like that.” He then gets up from the medical stool he’s seated on and opens the exam room door before the young woman could continue. He lets you step out first, then Megumi, then the patient, and he walks out chatting with the young woman together. 

You’re not sure why you’re so irritated, but you are. Megumi steps a couple of inches away from you as he can sense the tension in your face build up. You look at him and glare, like he’s acting unreasonable because you’re fine. Megumi’s face just says sure you are. 

“Don’t forget to look for signs of infection on her incisions. I’ll check the stitches on her next post-op visit.” You heard Kento explain to the young woman. She looks… disinterested, almost disappointed Kento isn’t flirting back. Your mood picks up slightly when hearing how strictly professional the private conversation they’re having is. 

Kento is obviously a no nonsense man. He doesn’t relish in the unneeded attention from patients like Satoru does. He doesn’t provoke, engaged, or instigate any of it. You’re almost positive if you hadn’t told him you weren’t looking for something serious yesterday, he would want something serious with you now. He’s not the type of man you usually go for, least of all at this time in your life when you have your future planned out ahead of you. 

He comes back to the nurse station and takes a seat an open chair in front of a computer. You watch as his arms flex when he brings up his hand to run through his blonde hair. You watch his fingers type away at the keyboard, they’re long and thick, you never got the chance to feel them. 

You see yourself back in his car, picking up where you both left off. Your bottoms are discarded to the backseat and your legs are on either side of his thighs. His fingers are rubbing tiny circles on your clit through your underwear. You can feel his hot mouth on your skin again, his perfect teeth scraping along your neck until he’s nibbling near your collarbone. 

His large fingers finally pull your underwear to the side and find their way to your needy cunt where they gather up your growing slickness. He teases your hole and you clench around nothing, hungry for his fingers. Kento clears his throat, you’re not sure why, but you just focus on how good he’s making you feel. 

The tips of his fingers start to tease their way in. You’re not sure if Kento is a tease, you like to think he is. Just the tips of his fingers are enough to begin stretching you. Again, he clears his throat. Then he does it again. Why is he doing that?

You realize Megumi is the one clearing his throat next to you. He snaps you out of your delicious daydream quickly. You blink a few times before looking over at your annoying roommate. He motions to his mouth and he’s telling you You’re drooling again, you got a little something right there…

You know you’re not actually drooling, so you nudge his arm with your shoulder hard. You shake out all dirty thoughts in your mind and look at your laptop screen. 

There’s a lull now, waiting for his next patient to be ready. You peek over to see what Kento’s looking at on his screen, and see a diagnosis you’re familiar with.

“You’ve treated patients with Cordis Aneurisma?” You ask him.

Kento seems to maintain really good eye contact when speaking, but only with you. He doesn’t look at Satoru when he talks to him, he didn’t look at the young woman when she flirted with him, but with you his eyes never seem to waver. They didn’t at the bar and they don’t waver now.

“I treated them as much as I could. Surgery can only go so far.” He replies. “You know of it?” 

Cordis Aneurisma is incredibly rare. It’s genetic and eventually becomes terminal. Though, it takes years and years to get really severe. It starts off with simplest symptoms, then broad cardiovascular symptoms, then the telling symptoms start all too late.

“My mom had it.” You say it so easily. 

You haven’t spoken of your mother since moving. You told Yuji about her passing during the drive, and though he has been your childhood best friend, he didn’t know your mother well. He knew she was kind and worked two jobs to support three kids and was never home. You were always at Yuji’s house too, hanging with him and his brothers. 

A look of concern flashes on Kento's face as he watches you, but you don't notice it as your eyes read the chart note on screen. The patient is older than your mother and she's still alive, but her symptoms listed on the chart are similar to the ones your mom had recently. You seem sad for a moment, you miss your mom and you feel bad for this patient.

Now's not the time to call attention to this. Megumi doesn't know of your mother and you're at work right now. You brush it off quickly, and when you look back at Kento, he's still staring at you. You're not sure what the expression on his face is, but you don't pay any mind to it.

“Now, can I ask what really made you get into heart surgery, Dr. Nanami?” You're slightly mocking the young woman he spoke to just now, the telling smirk on your lips makes Kento laugh. It sounds light and real, like it did at the bar.

He likes hearing Dr. Nanami from your mouth. He momentarily thinks back at the pretty moans you gave him in his car, when you were on top of him and grinding against his erection. He looks down at his hands at the keyboard in front of him, having to readjust himself on the uncomfortable rolling chair he's sitting on before looking back at you. He's still smiling, though it's smaller.

“I like a challenge. Heart surgery is intense, hardcore, there's nothing's like it.” He explains. He sounds passionate. You can tell he likes what he does for a living.

“Except neurosurgery~” Dr. Gojo chimes in, in a sing-song tune. Kento's smile and light posture go away too soon as the younger physician comes out of nowhere. “I'd like to see the heart do anything without the brain telling it.”

“I assumed you were familiar with being brain dead.” Kento's comeback is quick without skipping a beat. You giggle at it, and Kento's smile returns for a minute.

Dr. Gojo isn't so amused like you are. His lips are in a straight line and his eyes are dull. Kento isn't looking at him, like he never does with anyone but you, and is instead back focus on the computer screen.

“Anyways,” Satoru moves on, his tone changing to upbeat once again. He calls for your attention. “How would you like to work with Dr. Nanami on your own tomorrow?”

“Alone?” You question. Your eyes flicker to Kento. “I mean, it's pretty soon.”

“I believe in you.” Satoru smiles at you. The simple but encouraging words from him make you feel a little more confident. You reluctantly nod in agreement. “Don't be too hard on her, Kento.” Satoru says, his voice fading as he walks away.

Kento finally drags his eyes away from the computer once Satoru is out of sight and looks at you. You give him a smile, the awkward tension filling you again. Tomorrow will be interesting.

[fearfulachilles]

4. first day.

chapter four to buop (nanami kento x reader jjk medical au.) .

full contents here.

summary: it’s your first day at jujutsu metropolitan hospital’s free clinic. what are the chances you bump into that handsome stranger from the bar?

It had been like this for a month now. Satoru would coax Kento to come out to the bar with him and Suguru after work, despite Satoru not being one to drink alcohol in the first place. It was undoubtedly a pity invite.

Kento had been a shell for some time now. Food had no flavor, coffee lost its richness, the sounds around him became static, and colors were neutral. The people around him at work noticed how empty Kento had become after the wedding incident, but Satoru noticed it long before Kento was left at the alter.

Yu Haibara’s younger sister, Asami Haibara, was introduced to Kento about five years ago. He hadn’t any interest her, but they were both new to Jujutsu Metropotlian. Asami as a pharmaceutical rep, Kento as a doctor who had just transferred to the hospital, thanks to Yu’s recommendation.

They got to know each other slowly and began casually seeing each other after a year. The next, they moved in together. Things died down then, became boring and routine, and because of routine, they were engaged.

Somewhere in the midst of it, Kento had begun losing pieces of himself.

He stopped cooking, stopping trying new recipes, which was something he loved to do after work as a way to unwind. He stopped buying his favorite coffee beans, since it no longer tasted bold. He just bought the instant coffee closest to the cash registers in stores. He stopped listening and talking to others, no one realized how much quieter Kento could get than he already was.

The trips out to the bars were Satoru’s way of trying to bring back some joy into his friend’s life. Women would flirt with the trio, being handsome doctors will bring that sort of attention to you. Kento was never interested, though Suguru and Satoru would always find new partners to entertain.

Until yesterday.

What he thought was going to be another repeat of the numerous last weeks turned into something he didn’t think he’d experience.

You had caught his attention. You were captivating, beautiful, funny. He admired your boldness when you asked for a drink. He would’ve bought you every single drink the bar could make if you asked. He had noticed the vibrant shade of your hair, the sound of your laughter, and he loved the taste of your mouth on his.

It had been like the sun finally crept up from behind the mountains on an early winter morning, stepping out of the shade into the sunlight to have the coldness on his fingertips melt away.

He felt his skin heating up every time you leaned into his touch, the palms of his hands dampening with nervous sweat. He didn’t know what to say, but he knew he wanted to keep hearing your voice. Then, he asked you to leave with him, and you said yes.

Then, he cuts his time with you short. He didn’t mean to, but the sensation of you was so overwhelming and he hadn’t felt overwhelmed in years. You tried to be nice about it, but he knows about the stigma of cumming too early with a woman.

He never had to worry much about the stigma affecting his life. Kento has only had a couple partners, one in high school, a fling in college, and his ex fiancée. All three remember Kento’s cock more than they remember him. His stamina nearly knew no end with them, and though it sounded pleasurable, it wasn’t so much for Kento. All he did was chase the high only for it to get farther and farther away with all of the three women he’d slept with.

But with you, he had been bursting at the seams.

Yes, he was disappointed in himself at first. He wanted to feel your warmness around his dick and hear you when he made you cum around him.

He left the bar in his car soon after you exited. He messaged Satoru he had gone home, which Satoru responded with three thumbs down emojis, followed by a text of a winking face.

Kento thinks of you on his way to his front door. His cum is now hard and uncomfortable in his pants, and even though he wants to do nothing but shower, he can’t help but smile thinking of you. Perhaps, he liked that you made him feel so good so quick.

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You and your roommates stand in front of Jujutsu Metropolitan Hospital for a minute before making your way to the clinic portion to the side of the building. You were a bundle of nerves in the morning. If Nobara, Megumi, and Yuji felt the same, then they had a better way of hiding it than you.

Dr. Gojo greets you four in the clinic. You wonder why a doctor like him is doing the tedious task of hiring scribes and showing them around.

He splits you four into two groups, Yuji and Nobara in one, Megumi and you in another. The other pair are introduced to Dr. Ieiri, who they will be working with today. You and Megumi stay with Dr. Gojo for the day.

You learn the basics of Dr. Gojo preferences for his chart notes. Minimal, only medical information, he says he'll remember everything else on his own. You and Megumi both grab a hospital laptop to carry with you and you take turns writing the chart notes as you follow Dr. Gojo around to each exam room and patient.

Dr. Gojo is actually a neurosurgeon but he hasn't done surgery in nearly one year. You're not sure why and you don't want to ask. He sees Dr. Geto's post-op patients, who is also a neurosurgeon, and has taken over all of Satoru's surgical cases.

Satoru has a unique way of treating patients. Old ladies adore him, kids love him, young people prefer him. It's mostly because he spends the entire visit charming his patients with medical stories and facts of his personal life, which they all loved to hear. Then, after spending 25 minutes blabbing about everything other than medicine, he performs a couple of neurological exams and sends them on their way.

“Alright, my dear.” Dr. Gojo says, wrapping up with his last patient before lunch. It was a sweet elder lady who wore two wedding rings on her left hand, one clearly hers and the other not. Satoru offers his arm for her to hold on to and leads the elderly patient out of the exam room. “Call us if you start getting headaches often. Dr. Geto may have to crack you open again.”

The elderly patient giggles at Dr. Gojo's savage description of surgery. She so used to others walking on eggshells because of her age, so Dr. Gojo makes her feel young again with how real he is with her.

You and Megumi go on your lunch break, getting lost for ten minutes before finally finding the cafeteria in the hospital. You join up with Yuji and Nobara, who look depressed and pale. Turns out, Dr. Ieiri is a surgical oncologist and regularly deals with terminal patients. This fact had really darkened their day.

You and Megumi try to cheer them up, but nothing seems to work. Until you spot a very familiar older man with blonde hair sitting in the cafeteria a few tables away from you. You nearly choke on your salad, Megumi having to pat your back to help you out.

“I know something that's gonna cheer you up, Nobara.”

“Doubt it.”

“I see the guy from the bar. Like, the guy. Don't turn around—I said don't!”

Yuji had whipped his head over his shoulder, looking back at the tables and staff members behind you guys. He can't seem to find him and his eyes scan the room again and again. “I don't see him. Actually, what does he look like?”

You duck your head low, slapping Yuji's forearms repeatedly to get him to turn back around. You whisper-scream for him to stop and he does.

“Don't tell me he works here.” You whine, resting your forehead on the cool plastic lunch table. Nobara can't help but laugh, she's considerate enough to laugh quietly, but nonetheless she's laughing.

Megumi is seated next to you, facing the direction of where Kento sits at. “He's looking over here.”

You have to quit, right? This was a great opportunity, you met new people, saw your old friend, but now you have to move back home.

You pick your head up from the table and slowly look over to where you saw Kento. He sat at a table with a dark haired man wearing a white coat, and Kento was looking right at you.

You’re getting yourself a drink from a vending machine inside the cafeteria, they’re free for employees and you know you’ll need a pick me up after lunch. You suddenly feel a presence near you. You turn and look and see Kento standing near you.

You give Kento a sheepish smile. “Hi…”

“Hello.” He greets. His shoulders don’t seem tense or rigid like they did when you first bumped into him. “You work here?”

“First day. I’m a new medical scribe for the free clinic.”

Kento nods, thinking to himself. He opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off.

“We don’t have to talk about it, we can forget about… us in your car.” You offer him an out.

“I don’t want to.” He replied confused.

“You don’t want to talk about it. Good, I—“

“I don’t want to forget about it.” Kento clarifies. His voice doesn’t waver, it sounds so certain and so sure of himself.

Maybe the out you offered was more for you than for him. You suck in a quick breath, feeling awkward. “I do. I was just looking for a one-time thing, and now we’re working at the same place, we’re bound to see each other here at some point. It’s just not a good idea.”

A little harsh, Kento didn’t expect that. He was going to offer to take you out to dinner, get to know you more, then fuck you right this time. He hadn't stopped thinking of the feeling of your skin. He missed feeling.

He doesn’t say anything back, and you can see the hurt on his stoic face. You say your goodbye to him as he stays silent and go back to your roommates to return back to work.

The second half of the day was a lot slower. You, Megumi, and Dr. Gojo had time to go through patient charts and Dr. Gojo was nice enough to teach you both about a few things. He’d bring up CT scans and MRIs of patient brains, explain each quadrant, explain what he sees, then quiz you both on the next one. You can tell you’ll learn a lot by working here.

“What specialties are you guys interested in?” Satoru asks. It’s an hour before the clinic closes and it’s slow. He twirls back and forth on the chair at the nurse station.

Megumi clears his throat and mumbles something. You and Satoru both furrow your brows and ask him to repeat himself. He does, louder. “Pediatrics.”

You can’t help but have a big smile on your lips. It’s so cute, thinking of grumpy Megumi working with babies and kids in the future. You and Satoru giggle to each other until it’s your turn to answer.

“I… don’t know yet.” You admit, guiltily.

Satoru stands up from his chair, and you notice for the first time that day, how captivating he is. His hair is so bright, it looks like freshly fallen snow. His eyes are so crystal blue clear you can nearly see yourself in them. His voice and smile are so alluring, it’s no wonder why all the patients fond over him and all the nurses do anything he asks. He stands tall with broad shoulders, his white doctor coat doesn’t make him look any smaller than he is, it frames him nicely.

“Maybe you’ll join neuro and be with me.” He suggests, his voice honey smooth. You find yourself nodding, agreeing to whatever he just suggested.

You’re snapped out of your gaze when you hear a familiar voice call out for Dr. Gojo creeping up from behind you. It’s your stranger from the bar, he’s walking towards you (Dr. Gojo) to hand him some papers. He wore a scrub cap, clearly coming out of some kind of surgery.

“Kento!” Satoru smiles brightly, like he hadn’t seen him in a while. “I want you to meet our new scribes, they’ll be working with you tomorrow in clinic.”

Your eyes widen just for a second, no one but Kento really notices it. He offers a really small but polite smile, and he’s meant to be looking at the both of you, but his eyes lock onto yours only. “I look forward to working with you.”

[fearfulachilles]

3. missing.

chapter three to buop (nanami kento x reader jjk medical au.) .

full contents here.

summar: dr. gojo bumps into your roommates at the bar while you've disappeared. and it seems that dr. gojo's friend has disappeared, too.

Megumi returns with more drinks, but your seat stays empty a little longer. Yuji and Nobara carry on their conversation with Megumi joining in occasionally. Suddenly, Yuji recognizes a familiar face.

“Is that Dr. Gojo?” Yuji is surprised, nearly confused. The other two turn to look at the white haired man.

Dr. Gojo did all the interviews, not just yours. And because Nobara, Megumi, and Yuji were located near Jujutsu Metropolitan hospital and clinic, they got to meet him in person.

“What's a doctor doing in a bar?” Yuji asks.

“Doctors aren't like teachers, idiot. They don't live in hospitals, they're allowed to have a social life.” Nobara nags him.

Megumi holds in his breath, his eyebrow twitches, and then he sighs to himself. “You're both...” He decides not to finish his thought.

Nobara and Yuji look back to where they spotted Dr. Gojo, but now they see the physician approaching their table. They both freak out internally. What are the odds of running into your future boss at a bar?

The uniquely haired doctor makes it to the table with a friendly smile. Satoru doesn't view himself as the boss, so he doesn't pick up on the stress energy the younger ones have.

“Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi!” Satoru greets them happily. “All in one place, how lucky am I.”

The trio greet Satoru back and make small talk. Satoru tells them he's here with a another doctor they'll be working with, but Satoru can't seem to find him anymore. Then Satoru asks for you.

“Is she able to make it on Monday? I remember she mentioned having to relocate during her interview.” Satoru takes a sip out of his mocktail, flavors of fruits bursting in his mouth.

Yuji eagerly nods. “Yeah, she'll be there with us. She just moved today.”

“Yeah, where is she, anyways?” Megumi mumbles, but Satoru hears it clearly. He watches Megumi scan the room for you, his own eyes wandering for his blonde friend.

“Seems like we both lost our friends. How about that.” Satoru takes another sip of his drink, highly aware of the coincidence.

You're not far from them, currently straddling the stranger you just met inside of his car. His eyes never left your lips, so you finally gave in and kissed him first.

Kento's touches were minimal, mostly lingering on the small of your back when you were in the bar. But here, as you sit on his lap, you don't have an inch you left untouched by him. The tips of his fingers drag along your skin, underneath your shirt, like he needs to feel you closer.

He doesn't know what's come over him, but he likes the feeling of you. You're soft, warm, contrasting against his rigid and cold body. You felt like the warmth ray of sunlight in an early morning in winter. He couldn't get enough.

Kento doesn't realize how long it had been since he felt this eager to be with another person. His hands roamed your curves and edges to get to know them better, to know your body like he needed to memorize it. His hands slithered up your abdomen, tickling you near your bellybutton.

You let out a breathy laugh on his lips and Kento drinks up the sound immediately. He wants to know what other sounds you make.

The pads of his thumbs rest on both your nipples and he begins moving his thumbs in circles. He noticed your lack of a bra inside of the bar when your nipples hardened after some cold air of the outside rushed in when the front door was opened. He wanted to clear the bar top and wrap his mouth around your breasts then, but he forced his eyes to focus elsewhere to respect you. The only other place he was able to focus on were your lips, which led to this moment now.

Kento feels himself harden in his pants beneath you. You feel it too, the growing bulge wasn't something you could ignore. You adjust yourself on his lap even more, your own clothed pelvis now resting above his. You rock your hips gently, testing the waters. You weren't a stranger to car sex, but you knew it wasn't everyone's favorite.

You hear him curse, low and slow. One of his hands falls to your hip and takes over for you. You want to whimper, loving the control he's taking. Your breath hitches sharply when he moves you on him, his bulge and your clothing rubbing against your clit feels amazing.

You're both needy, breathless, nipping at each other's lips, and fogging up his car windows.

“My place. Let's go?” Kento manages to ask between kissing. You hum and nod, grinding against his swollen bulge further. He wants to explain to you that he doesn't usually do this, and he's not usually like this. He could tell you, but you're positive you won't be able to listen.

“Let's go, hm, now.” You agree. Your hand sneaks down his chest, down his toned stomach you feel beneath his shirt, to his constrained cock. You rub your palm against it, in a teasing manner. “Or fuck me here.”

Your palm is warm, and his body is already burning up. He nods too, but he doesn't know what he was agreeing to: going to his place or right here, right now. He's just overwhelmed with how good your hand feels on his dick.

Kento doesn't realize the overwhelming feeling is actually an orgasm until it's too late. You kept making the prettiest sounds and rubbing his dick; he couldn't take it. You watch him cum underneath you, your heart rate quickening as you commit his face to memory. You've never had that happen. Sure, Choso would always cum first, but at least he'd been inside of you in some way.

His pleasure doesn't last very long afterwards. His sweat turns cold and he becomes very still.

Fuck.

“It's...” you begin, and Kento cringes. You slowly remove yourself off of him. “It's o—it's alright.”

You should take this as a compliment, right? You made him cum in his pants, after just some mild foreplay. You're just that good, it's definitely not because of... his stamina. You're not sure you should ask, or stick around to find out.

“I'll probably shouldn't have left my friends anways...” You settle in the passenger seat next to the driver's seat Kento is in. You bite your lip and think to yourself how long until it's... appropriate to leave. You purse your lips and study Kento next to you.

He hasn't looked at you in these lasting seconds. He doesn't even want to look at himself either.

“This never...” He trails off, feeling off that he needs to explain that this truly never happens. He thinks back to his most recent night with his fiancé, hours of fucking her until she's drooling on his couch, and he couldn't last minutes while clothed with you. You'd never believe him, even if he tried to tell you.

“No, yeah, I've been with guys who—um, you know...” You're digging yourself a hole. “It's super common, actually. I—it's not, like, bad.” Okay, maybe you're drowning instead.

You decide to pull the trigger. “I should get going. Thanks—uh—you know.”

Kento grips his steering wheel and his eyes don't look towards you, they continue to just look down. He lost this one, and it's devastating for more reasons than one. He hears his car door open and shut then finally looks at the empty seat next to him.

You make your way back into the bar and quickly find your group. They look like they're finishing up and getting ready to leave and you're thankful for it. Yuji looks happy to see you and Megumi asks where you've been. Nobara spots your swollen lips and red cheeks.

“You hooked up with someone.” She points out.

The young men beside her freeze in the moment and avoid looking at you while waiting for your answer.

“No,” you're adamant. “I didn't— weren't we just leaving? Let’s go.”

Nobara giggles and takes the first steps exiting the bar and the rest of you follow. Yuji walks next to you and asks what you meant by your vague Catch up with you guys later text, but you scrunch your nose and tell him to disregard it. You don’t feel like talking about what just happened.

Until you’re home and you’ve locked Nobara in your room.

“In his pants?” She questions, despite you just finish telling her the whole incident of what took place inside the stranger’s car.

You nod, biting on your nail. “I feel bad. I just left after that.”

She wants to laugh, it comes out in small chuckles. “He’s… It probably wasn’t his first time dealing with that.”

You groan and sit on your bed next to her.

“It’s a gift, really.” Nobara comforts you with a hand on your back. “I’ve done that to tons of people.”

You hear a muffled She has? from the other side of your bedroom door. You groan again and flop down onto your back on your bed. Nobara yells at the eavesdropper to show themselves.

Yuji shows his face first, then Megumi shamefully follows behind him. They heard everything. Yuji only eavesdropped because he was worried of how different you had been acting after leaving the bar. Megumi just happened to walk past Yuji on his way to his own room.

Yuji goes to lay on his back too, turning to look at you. Megumi takes a place sitting beside Nobara. He quietly asks what's going on, and Nobara not so quietly explains it to him.

“At least you never have to see him again.” Yuji says, trying to comfort you. You cover your face and nod in agreement.

“Does it really happen to a lot of guys?” Nobara asks. Yuji and Megumi’s answers intertwine and stumble over the other, a mix of Sure but not me, Never happened to me.

The next day, the one before the first day of work, was filled with innuendoes, puns, and the creation of a new inside joke regarding what happened the day before. You couldn't keep yourself from hiding your giggles at the childish and very mean game they were playing. You still felt bad for the man, it must've been embarrassing to have happen.

“Too soon, guys.” You say, but that itself gained laughter from your roommates.

[fearfulachilles]

2. the angry man.

chapter twoto buop (nanami kento x reader jjk medical au.) .

full contents here.

summary: you meet your new roommates, nobara and megumi. you also meet a very handsome stranger at a bar.

You only stayed home throughout your pre-med classes because your mom was sick and needed help around the house. It kind of interrupted your plans with Yuji. You were supposed to go to the same school for your bachelor's degrees, but when your mom got sick, you had to stay back.

Now, she's gone.

Your siblings came down to help too. Your older brother lived the closest, just a few blocks away from your childhood home. He bought his own house a few years ago after getting married. Now, he has a baby on the way. Your younger sister lived across the country with her own wife and kids. You can't remember ever meeting her children, the last you saw of them was when your sister posted an Instagram picture of her youngest's birthday party. They were getting back to their lives too.

It's been your dream to become a doctor for a while now. You don't know if you wanted to be a doctor first, or if Yuji did. You've known each other for a long time that things get blurry, but he's been your person for as long as you can remember.

Yuji always made friends super easy, he's the type of person people naturally gravitate towards. So, when he explained to you that he's moved in with two friends he met during college, and that they're all applying to work at Jujutsu Metropolitan Hospital, it didn't seem out of the ordinary.

You were happy for Yuji, and a little sad, you felt like you were falling behind. Until Yuji further explains that they have an extra room, and the hospital is looking for four scribes, and he wants you to interview for it. He had made sure you don't get left behind. Being friends with Yuji was a life long commitment that he makes.

Commitment was something you struggled with. Your friendship with Yuji was the longest one you've had, and you loved it. But you never had any ties or commitments to your current home. Even before your mom's passing, you were ready to leave home the moment you could. Seeing Choso from time to time was beginning to feel more serious, so it was a greatly timed coincidence and an easy yes when Yuji asked if you wanted to interview for the job and move in with him.

You interviewed with one of the physicians you would be working with, Dr. Gojo, for the job. It had to be done over a phone call, since you were living far. Dr. Gojo explained you'd be a medical scribe for a small group of physicians working at Jujutsu Metropolitan Hospital's new clinic. Some would be surgeons, and you'd be scribing postoperative visits. You'd get to work independently with doctors and learn how to come up with treatment plans with them. The job sounded like peaking behind the curtain of the future you were working for.

Yuji meets you bright and early to help move the last of your things. Yuji catches you up on everything. Who Megumi is, who Nobara is, how school was. Yuji tells you that the apartment where you're all going to live together in is a sublet from Megumi's father, who was a trauma surgeon at Jujutsu Metropolitan, so rent was cheap for all of you guys. It feels like it always has been between you and Yuji. You don't get a chance to think about missing Choso, so you don't.

Meeting Megumi and Nobara was bumpy at first.

Megumi didn’t talk to you much. It would have came off as stand-offish, but he was kind enough to help move your boxes and mattress with Yuji.

Nobara was… easier to talk to. She didn’t make a big deal about you showing up and moving into the bedroom that she was using as a spare closet. You did have to agree on letting piles of her shoes stay in your room until she could find space for them. You asked to borrow them sometime, since they’ll be staying in your room, but she turned you down before you could finish asking.

You spend the early part of the day settling in, moving furniture with Yuji, then unpacking the little stuff left. You keep your door open.

You don't know when it happened, or how it started, but you hear Nobara screaming from the shared bathroom down the hallway. You then hear Yuji frantically apologizing. You peek your head out of your door frame and you see Megumi doing the same from his room too.

Yuji calls your name and you rush to the bathroom. You're a good friend who will be there when called, and you were nosy enough to be there quickly.

“Help her!” Yuji yells at you, pushing you in between he and Nobara, shielding himself. “She fucked up her bangs!”

“You fucked them up! You moved my arm!” She shrieks back.

You take a look at Nobara's hair, and her bangs are crooked. You have bite back a laugh. “Uh- yeah, I can fix that. Yuji, get out of here, you've done enough.”

You ended up helping Nobara fix her bangs. She screamed a lot, cried a little, but you managed to calm her down and fix the mess. She was grateful towards you, basically offering her life for yours. She still said no to borrowing her shoes, though.

Later that day, you found Megumi on the living room couch, trying to sew together a pair of scrubs. He just bought them and they arrived with a rip in the pants. A new pair wouldn’t arrive in time for the first day of work on Monday, so now he’s pricking his finger and bleeding all over the only pair he has. After watching his attempts, you offer to do it for him. He was hesitant.

“Think of it as a thank you for helping me move in,” you insist. “And for letting me live here. I guess I owe you two thank you's.”

Megumi smiles, just enough to notice it. “Are you any good at it?”

That's why he was hesitant. What if you ruined his already ruined mess? You smile back and nod confidently. “I used to sew all of my mom's work clothes, my brother's shirts, and my sister's Halloween costumes. I've very well versed in stitching.”

Megumi gives in and lets you take over. You're doing a much better job than he was doing, and a lot faster. He stays next to you, watching you at work. You don't mind the company and you appreciate his quietness.

Just as you finish your last stitch, Nobara approaches both of you from her room.

“Sewing on a Saturday night? You're making me feel old, guys.” She sighs to herself. “We're going out! Chop chop.”

You turn to look at Megumi, looking to see if he knew of this plans. He looks at you too and shrugs his shoulders, as if he heard your question in his head. You slightly tilt your head and Megumi reads your expression again, and nods his head.

“Do you two have your own language already?” Nobara asks, not having heard a response from either of you yet.

“No fair,” Yuji's voice sounds young, like a pouting kid, “we've never had a secret language.”

“I'll go get ready.” You cut the excess thread and hand Megumi his scrub pants. Megumi seconds that and you both get up.

Moments later, you're finishing doing your hair and standing in your chosen outfit inside your room. It's simple, nothing scandalous other than your shirt being lowcut. Nobara knocks on your open bedroom door before coming in. She goes to her pile of shoes in your closet. You let her rummage through it and you continue some finishing touches on your hair.

“These would look cute with what you're wearing.” You hear Nobara say, and you turn to see her sliding a box of shoes towards you. You want to squeal, so you bite down your smile to avoid doing it.

“Oh, um, thank you!” You kneel to look at the pair you'll be borrowing, and she's right. They would look cute with your outfit. Nobara tells you to try them on and you do. You both gush about the shoes for a minute before meeting up with the boys.

You go out to a nearby bar. It's big, clean, and loud. You see a pair of men ordering drinks, a bachelorette party, and a couple more random groups there. You guys pick a booth to seat and drink at. Megumi and Yuji go to order the drinks while you and Nobara sit together on one side of the booth.

You scan the room again as it gathers more and more people. Your eyes fall on an older man at a standing table by himself. He looks tall and tense, but even then, you can't ignore how gorgeous he appears. He's blonde and looks like he works out by the way his clothes fit on his body.

“That guy is so hot.” You comment to Nobara. She follows your stare and shrugs in response.

“He's alright. He looks mad.”

“I know, it's hot.”

Nobara chuckles and puts her phone away. “Go talk to him. Maybe you can brighten his mood.”

You shake your head and settle into your seat. You're on the outside of the booth chair, and you're almost scared Nobara will push you out so you can go to talk the stranger. “No, I came here with you guys.”

“So what? He's cuter than Yuji and Megumi are combined.”

You look over to the boys mentioned, they're waiting for one more drink at the bar. You chuckle and this time it's your turn to shrug. “They're alright, I'll settle for them.”

Megumi and Yuji return with drinks and your evening starts. You laugh and share stories of Yuji as a kid, in return Nobara shares stories of Yuji throughout college. Megumi chimes in a couple of times, mostly to confirm something stupid Yuji did or said. Yuji can take the heat and laughs along with you.

Megumi gets up to order another round and you get up as well to head to the bathroom. On your way out, you bump into the stranger you've been eyeing.

His body is hard and strong against yours. You feel like squishy fluff compared to his body. You look up at him and you want to cower at first glance. His expression seems to be permanently annoyed, it makes you shrink slightly.

“Sorry, I wasn't looking.” You take the blame even though you're not sure it's all yours. You glance around for a second before meeting his face again. When you do, his face had soften. He was even more attractive up close.

The man is just staring at you, then he blinks and brings himself back down to earth. “No, my fault. I'm sorry.”

You don't know how you got the sudden confidence to do what you're about to do, you like to think Nobara subconsciously bullied you, but you smile up at him and ask, “sorry enough to buy me a drink?”

It was a risky shot, but you make it. The man laughs and nods. “More, but we can start there.”

You're not sure what he means by that, but maybe you're playing dumb. You both sneak away to a corner of the bar and he orders over two drinks. Your eyes scan the bar to see where the booth where your roommates were at, and the man notices.

“Here with your friends?” He asks, but it's clear he knows the answer. You look at him with a corner of your lips turned up. “I saw you with them earlier.”

He had noticed you. It makes you want to smile but you only let it happen a little. You nod. “Yeah, well, more like roommates. You're here alone?”

The man shakes his head, his face turning almost sour for a split second. “No, with a coworker. He insisted we come out and now I can't find him.”

You don't want to get to know him too well, so you don't ask further. The drinks are made and you both continue small talk. He doesn't want to talk about work and neither do you. You make him laugh a little with your quick wit and it makes everything go smoother. You learn his name is Kento, but he doesn't give a last name, and neither do you.

One drink leads to two quickly, and at the end of your third, you've feeling braver and more comfortable. So is he. Kento's hand finds a place on your lower back and you feel yourself burning from his touch. The bar only gets busier as the night goes on. You're not sure how long you've been gone from everyone, but you're certain it hasn't been too long.

Kento doesn't know what's happening to him. He's not the one to go to bars, but he was forced here. He's not the one to buy women drinks at bars and have funny conversations with, but he's doing it, happily. His tense shoulders had melted into a relax position the minute you asked for a drink. Now, he's asking if you'd like to leave with him. The night is still young, but he's done with it.

You say yes, a little too eagerly. If it wasn't for the smile Kento has when you answered so quickly, you'd be embarrassed. You sent Yuji a quick, vague text before Nanami leads you to his car outside.