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spideyanakin · 24 days ago

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Omg requests for fiyero!

How about an angsty childhood best friends to strangers to lovers? Maybe growing up together, parting ways and then reuniting at shiz?

Thank you!

purple butterflies (fiyero. t)

synopsis ➾ gn! reader, purple butterflies and strawberry tarts; the memories of him who turned bittersweet with growing up. He replaced them with lovers and careless days. You replaced the memories with studying and focusing on your future, never thinking your new worlds would ever collide. [w.c 4k]

warnings ➾ reader is heartbroken and sassy, angst, fiyero being cute, me being shit at science and inventing my own rules bc let's face it this takes place in a magic land

authors note - omg stop I ADORE this request, I've had so much fun writing this <3 hope you like it. also i hope i didn't miss any accidental pronouns, i wanted to make this gn, lmk if i did!.

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and strawberry tarts (p.2)

Purple butterflies and strawberry tarts. If you were careful you could still taste the faint sourness of the fresh strawberries from the grounds of Kiamo Ko. The freshly made dough and the sugar sprinkled on top, caramelised just enough to balance it with soft bitterness.

But now it seemed the bitterness conquered it all. Turned the strawberries tasteless, the pie crust burnt to an overbearing crisp and the sugar overcooked, with it chased away the butterflies and turned the grass greener on the other side.

Kiamo Ko had been left empty by the prince a long time ago. When his turbulent personality started bubbling up to the surface, the king and queen started to grasp every straw they possibly could, clinging for any solution to mend their son’s behavior.

When the list of tutors fell short, by the twentieth one who ran out of the castle with freshly broken glasses and a dirt stained shirt, howling scandal as he pushed himself through the doors—it had been a final decision. Fiyero was to be sent to boarding school.

With him gone, emptiness was brought to Kiamo Ko, and his family decided to move away. To another castle, another place that would better suit their new needs.

Your family was thanked for their service. Your father retired from his duties in the royal guard, and stayed behind to tend your farm. Only your eldest brother had accompanied the royals in their new life.

It's not like you wanted to become strangers. You tried to grasp at your friendship. Sending him letter after letter. But when the letters went unanswered, you were left with a universe of unanswered feelings. Unanswered questions that would forever cloud your heart.

With that, the prince became a distant memory. Chasing fluorescent purple butterflies in the gardens of Kiamo Ko at night and eating his mother's strawberry tarts became faded dreams.

Your only source of information became gossips and your brother's occasional letter, reporting on Fiyero's short stays at the new castle.

You heard he had asked about you, once, maybe twice. But as years passed, and his interests fully shifted, so did yours.

Your vile was running out of ink. Your fingers were stained blue, from your palm to the very tips of your fingers--stains you would struggle removing.

Your scribbles were getting rougher. You needed to finish this, you wanted to finish this before the clock struck three. You were getting a headache, your blueish hand was cramping, and you were starting to stain the parchment.

But people were squeaking, whispering, and where the library once felt quiet and peaceful it now felt like a coffee shop on saturday afternoons, filled to the brim with gossipers.

You continued scribbling. Something about Munchkinland being saved from rebels. A leader, a general was involved in the lot, you couldn't remember his name, you wanted to remember his name. So you continued to fill the paper with nonsense until his name would come to your mind.

But you were running out of ink. The loops felt lighter, were lighter, you wouldn't have enough to finish. So you pressed th quill further on the page. You continued to write, a sentence than another, a word than another.

Snap.

Fuck. Your feather snapped in half.

"Dammit."

"You alright?" Elphaba broke your turbulent mind, glancing towards you.

That's when she noticed; the broken quill, the stained hands, the essay dirtied in front of you.

"Fine," you mumbled, throwing the quill aside. "I thought I could finish this today."

"It's not due til next week, you'll be fine."

"Hm," you wanted to rub your forehead, but quickly realised it wouldn't be a good idea.

Elphaba saw it, she fished for her handkerchief in her pocket and handed it to you.

You thanked her, cursing again when you realised the extent of the mess on your fingers.

"What's going on?" She asked when another sigh escaped your lips.

"Nothing," you mumbled. "I have a headache, I'm hungry, tired-"

"You're working too much."

"I need to pass this class. Since Mr. Dillamond left-"

"I know. We're all in the same situation here, don't worry about it."

"Right..." You continued wiping your fingers. She was right. The whole class had been going on a down spree since the new teacher arrived. He was harsh, focused on shallow things from history you shouldn't be studying. Where once it was about analyzing the impact history had on the lands of today, his class became about glorifying the heroes still alive and spreading propaganda.

It didn't help that the whole school seemed to be brewing with anticipation. Your gaze caught once again for the fourth time that day; three students whispering and giggling to each other about something. They were squeaking and blushing.

"What is going on?" You huffed, twisting the handkerchief.

"A prince arrived at school or something."

"Prince?" You raised an eyebrow. You wondered who it could possibly be. Most princes of Oz had already graduated university, and as far as you knew, Fiyero was on the other side of Oz studying at Killimand.

"Oh Oz," you cursed, one of your bracellets had been contaminated by the ink. You wanted to cry, or maybe it was just the nerves from the day building up. This was your favorite. It had too many memories attached, memories you didn’t want to forget just yet.

"What happened?"

"Bracelet's stained," you tried to clean it but it kept falling from your grip.

"Here, let me help," she grabbed your wrist and the handkerchief.

Indeed the small butterfly wing pendant had been stained by blue.

"Here," she smiled, wiping it clean. "All good." She dropped your hand and placed the fabric back in her pocket. "It's pretty," she noticed as you checked it. "Anyone has the other half?"

"How do you know it has another half?"

"It's half a butterfly," she suggested and you smiled at the observation.

"It is. I don't think anyone has the other half," you replied with a tight smile. You knew the other half had existed, but whether or not it still did, or was still worn by its owner was another question. You started to fold your essay and clean your writing supplies. "So, this prince?"

"Oh, yeah, everyone is already swooning over him. Stumbled across him, he didn't seem like the brightest."

"Does he have a name?"

"It's that Winkie prince, Fiyero something-"

"Fiyero Tigelaar?" You gulped, and your face must have fallen because Elphaba scrunched her eyebrows.

"You know him?"

"N-no," you quickly shook your head, "just heard of him... Everyone has-" you breathed, why your hands were getting clammy?

"I'm going to go, I'll see you tomorrow," you collected the last of your stuff. Shoving your books and quill in your bag faster than you realised.

Elphaba looked so confused, you almost felt bad, almost wanted to turn around to apologize, but your mind was already on overdrive. Your chest was starting to uncontrollably heave--you needed to get out, quickly.

Fiyero was here? At Shiz?

If you thought you were having a bad day, you didn't think it could get any worse. The one person that you thought you would never see again was now roaming the very halls of your University. You'd probably share a class or two with him if you were truly that unlucky.

Oz, what did you do to deserve this?

Would he even remember you? Would he even realize the heartache he had caused you?

Would he remember what he had told you that night under the stars when it was official he would be leaving to boarding school? How he had held your hand, squeezed it so tight so you would remember his touch.

Would he even remember chasing purple butterflies for the last time together that night. How impatient he had been, how he scared them, making them flutter away, only for the small creatures to circle the both of you.

How the butterflies, the moonlight, and the silent trees were the only other witnesses to him kissing you.

Your first kiss.

His first kiss.

Though it would be his first kiss of many; a start to a life of accumulated lovers, you reminded yourself as you clenched your books a little tighter.

You had just been his first victim.

That night, under the stars of Winkie country as fluorescent purple butterflies swarmed around you, as his hand slithered around your waist, the other brushing the apple of your cheek in a sealing touch. That night he had sealed the fate of your heart with his lips.

Because the next morning he had left you and Kiamo Ko behind with no regrets, only preparing himself for his new life ahead.

"And so this is the library," Glinda's voice mumbled over your ears. You were too focused on your boiling thoughts to even register her, or to notice the figure trailing behind her.

You royally bumped into them, full strength as you attempted to dart out of the library.

Whoever he was; he was strong. Years of training behind him as you felt his arm wrap around your shoulder in attempt to cushion the crash.

"Wow hey there, watch out," his voice was soft, charming, familiar almost- "Ranger!?" He squeaked in delight. Your mind swirled, no one had called you that since-

Fiyero.

You opened your eyes to meet his.

Indeed you were face to face with him, his arms still wrapped around you.

He was older, but then so were you. He didn't change a bit though, still as handsome, maybe even more charming than before. You found yourself staring up at the same blue eyes, the same grin you remembered and loved.

Your heart looped in your chest, and that's when you knew you had to get out of here, quickly.

But as he looked at you his eyes sparkled, and the brightest smile you had ever seen him wear raised upon his features, somehow your feet were stuck in place.

"Oh Oz! How have you been?" Fiyero did not hesitate to cage you in his arms again, and suddenly you couldn't breathe.

His hug was perfect. Just like you remembered. As if the years had never passed and you still fitted against one another like two pieces of a puzzle.

Two wings of the same butterfly.

You felt incapable of reciprocating the hug. He didn't feel the same, yet he felt exactly like you remembered. He smelled the same, jasmin, fresh roses and leather, almost intoxicating as the memories came crashing through again.

You wanted to cry. Right there in the middle of the Shiz library, as his arms were wrapped around you; you wanted to cry.

Suddenly you craved Cruck, your rabbit stuffed animal that you left behind under the soft covers of your childhood room. You wanted to be tucked into your pastel sheets by your mother. You wanted to fall asleep with a smile on your lips as you remembered the day's adventure. That sleep would take you as you dreamt of the roses of Kiamo Ko; because you knew you would wake up just to run to them again the next morning.

Because you knew that after your mother attempted to have you eat breakfast, you would run back to the castle just to find Fiyero waiting for you up in the tree by the gates.

You almost melted into the hug. Almost.

Because after the jasmin, the roses and the leather there had been heartbreak. The lost letters, the unanswered calls. The empty promises.

"I'm alright," you attempted, still crushed in his grip.

"You two know each other?" Galinda squeaked behind her books. Eye brows scrunching, of course she would be the one showing him around.

"Yeah!" Fiyero bounced on his heels, loosening his grip on you.

He was gazing at you as if you were a wonder of the world and you did not like it one bit.

Hand still on your shoulder, people were starting to gather around, curiosity getting the best of them. After all, you had suddenly become a competition in the conquering of his heart.

But the more eyes were on you, the tenser you felt--and Fiyero did not seem to care or even notice.

"Yeah! Her brother works for the royal guard, we grew up together! Oz! How have you been?" He repeated, and you blinked--was he truly this happy to see you?

You wanted to disappear into the books, melt into the shelves, and be one with the stories.

"I've been fine," it was colder, drier than you wished. You didn't want to speak to him that way, but you couldn't help yourself. "I have to go Fiyero."

He almost seemed disappointed. You almost felt bad.

"See you around?"

You didn't reply.

You left without even glancing back to him.

The clock was ticking painfully slow, and you watched as Mr. Willows grabbed yet again another bicker from the shelves by his side.

He placed it on his desk and stepped towards the small glass greenhouse. Five small bright neon blue mushrooms stood proudly atop a mound of dirt.

He delicately removed the glass top of the greenhouse and the mushrooms suddenly lost all their fluorescence, turning grey white. You carefully watched as he plucked one right out and dropped it into the bicker.

As he placed the glass jar back on top and the mushroom's colors shone brightly again, he grumbled in his low voice, "Now, do you know what causes their fluoresces?" He turned his glass-hidden eyes towards the twenty-six heads in front of him.

No answers.

You hesitated, but giggles stopped you. Giggles coming from the back left of the classroom, not far from the door.

In the quiet of the room, all eyes turned to them. Of course, they had bloomed from Fiyero's chest, and you eyed as he leaned back in his chair smirking, with a blushing Galinda by his side.

"Is there something funny Mr. Tigelaar?"

Fiyero seemed to be taken aback, but he brushed it off just as quickly, "no, please continue with what you were saying."

"Can you answer the question for me?"

He blinked.

"Could you repeat the question?"

"What causes the fluoresce of those mushrooms?"

"The fact that they're magic?" Fiyero poorly offered, and you were sure it had caused a laugh from a red-headed girl sitting across you.

Mr. Willows sighed, placing his glasses further up his nose.

"Anyone else?"

"It's caused by the chemical reaction of their molecules when it's exposed to dark lights. The moon is enough to light them in nature, but during the day, to see it you'd have to place it in special glass, like the one you have, Sir."

"Very good. At least someone is paying attention."

You missed the grin Fiyero was throwing you.

"Hey, Ranger!" His voice caught in your ears, tangling like honey and seeping through every parts of you.

You were tempted to escape, but somehow he had melted your feet to the ground, and all you could do was wait for him to catch up, "still love being the smarter one I see?" He offered, leaning to you with a sly grin.

What game was he playing?

"Fiyero, it was a simple answer, you should have known that."

"Will you come to the Oz dust tonight?"

"No. I've got to study."

"C'mon! It will give us a chance to catch up!"

"No," your reply was stern, and you could almost catch a glimpse of disappointment across his features; same as this morning in the library.

"Do it for me, please?" he pouted, big blue eyes sparkling again--and suddenly you were back in the gardens of Kiamo Ko, with a pleading boy prince, begging that you join on his mischief.

"I'll think about it," you sighed, tightening your grip on your books as you started bouncing on your heels to leave. Oz, you'd have to work on the effects his charm had on you.

You were over him.

You had been over him for years, or so you thought.

"You better be there," he pointed out.

"I'll think about it," you repeated, giving him a short smile before finally disappearing into a corridor.

"So what was that about? Your dramatic, I don't know Fiyero, but I clearly do?" Elphaba raised an eyebrow, looking up from her book.

"It's nothing," you huffed, focusing on your history book. You turned around on your bed, your back towards Elphaba in a silent plea to stop the questions.

"I'm calling it bullshit."

"I'm allowed my secrets," you mumbled against your pillow.

"No," she grinned. "Not with the way he was staring at you."

"Same way he stares at everyone."

"Galinda will beg to differ. She's been pestering me with questions about you all day!"

You heard shuffling from behind you, and glanced from the corner of your eye to see Elphaba closing her book and marching the few steps towards you.

"Then let her think. It will do her some good to use that brain of hers," you turned your focus back on your textbook--eyes squinting as you turned the page; only to be met with Winkie Country in bold black letters, with a drawing of the plains and cities below it.

"Ugh," you harshly closed the book, slapping it across the bed.

"Will you tell me at least?" You barely noticed as she sat by the foot of your bed.

"There's nothing much to say," your eyes met hers. "We grew up together, then we lost contact."

"And nothing else happened?"

"No," you lied.

"I refuse to believe that."

"That's what you will have to do, sorry," you sighed and stared at your ceiling lamp, a pretty purple crystal flower blooming from the ceiling.

"Right..." She paused in thought, you were almost curious as to what she would say next. "Well I don't, and I'll keep pestering you about it."

"It's almost curfew, you need to get back to your dorm," you mumbled, sitting up and grabbing your hair brush from your bedside table.

"Stop changing the subject," she warned. "Galinda's probably there getting ready with her two shadows anyway."

"Tweedle dee and Tweedle dumb," you laughed to yourself, starting to detangle your hair. "Are you going to the Oz dust with them?"

"No. You?"

You shook your head no, snuggling deeper into the cushions of your bed.

"I heard Fiyero asked you to come," she teased.

"You heard nothing," you pointed to her with the tip of your hair brush. "Now get out before I throw that book in your face," you accentuated your words by pushing your textbook toward her with your toes.

"Fine," she chuckled. "I'm warning you, I'll get the answers out of you somehow," and with those words, she disappeared through the doors of your dorm, leaving you alone with the shadows of your thoughts.

Your eyes went back to the lamp on your ceiling before fluttering closed. You sighed through your nose, heart squeezing in your chest.

Pictures of a dancing boy in a pastel green suit flashed before your closed eyes before you could stop them. The polished marble floors of the great hall as music flowed. Your father in a uniform, adorned by medals; a change to his usual knight's armor you rarely saw him out of. Your mother in her most beautiful dress by his side.

Fiyero dragging you through the dancing bodies, causing havoc once again. The Queen scolding him later that evening.

You almost expected to open your eyes to the beautiful adorned ceiling of Kiamo Ko's great hall, but when you did, you weren't met with the familiar stained glass. You weren't met with the family portraits of generations of Tigelaars.

You were met with that damned purple ceiling lamp.

Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to go...

Maybe you could get some answers out of him?

Maybe you could finally get some closure.

But could you handle the hypocrisy? Could you handle seeing him dancing with Galinda, just for him to look at you with puppy dog eyes the second she was out of his sight?

Your outfit felt tight against your body. Tighter than it usually did. The purple mesh pooled around you perfectly as you walked, trailing behind you gracefully with each step. For a golden second, you felt like you belonged here, walking down the steps of the Oz dust.

The music was loud, echoing through the cave in its gripping melody. People were cheering, singing lyrics you did not know, and it suddenly felt as if you were drowning, maybe you were. Caged under the ocean in a bubble of music, sweat, and fairy dust.

That's when you spotted him. He was dancing with a boy you shared mathematics with. Jory, a tall handsome blonde that had most students swooning before Fiyero had stepped a foot at Shiz.

You noticed Galinda was nowhere to be found, nor was Elphaba.

You breathed.

You could do this.

If your biggest fear was Galinda's judgment, and she wasn't even there, then why was your heart beating out your chest the more your feet took you down the stone steps?

You twisted the fabric of your sleeves as you darted towards the bar. You smiled at the waiter before ordering your drink, your rings clinking with your coins as you placed them on the marble counter. to pay.

And suddenly he was there. Like a shadow he appeared, attracted to you like a moth to a flame.

"You came," there was a smile in his voice you couldn't deny. It made you at a loss for words, awkwardly swallowing as you figured out what you should say.

"Where's your date?" You finally spoke, keeping your gaze focused on your hands on the counter.

"Left with her roommate."

"Hm,"

"I'm glad you're here," his voice was soft over the music, yet you could still hear it just as clearly.

You didn't reply, simply smiled before turning your attention to the drink the waiter slid to you.

You took a sip, bathing in the silence between you.

Fiyero's silence was loud, so loud your ears were ringing.

Before you could even register, his hand reached to yours. Pinky finger searching your own on the polished counter. You watched, unable to let your attention fly from his hand. The moment felt painfully slow, and too fast all at once.

Suddenly you saw it, the pull of your butterfly pendent.

You noticed his only after, the golden bracelet amidst the myriad of others; leather cuffs, silver, and gold chains. But the one you had placed upon his wrists years ago was still there, and as his hand crept closer, the two pendants collided like they were meant to.

The magnets merged and the purple butterfly was whole again.

Two wings of the same butterfly.

You gazed up to see him, just to find his eyes already on yours.

Neither of you spoke, scared to break the silence.

Your vision was getting blurry, your breath was becoming chopped. Now you really felt like you were drowning.

Drowning in a myriad of purple butterflies.

You were back in that forest. His eyes were the ones of a small boy again, standing amidst the gardens of his home. The jasmin, the roses and the leather were engulfing you whole, filling your lungs to the brim.

"Dance with me."

"We shouldn't-"

"Please?"

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madamechrissy · 17 days ago

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=͟͟͞♡ Healing Hearts =͟͟͞♡

=͟͟͞♡ Pairings:-Doctor Gojo x Intern F!Reader

=͟͟͞♡ Contents/warnings- MDNI- NSFW- fun chap- heavy smut chap- oral, m and f recieving, fingering, jerking off, explicit sex, rough sex, choking etc. Reader, 26, Dr. Gojo 34- Grey's vibes ✨️

=͟͟͞♡ Word Count- this chap- 8.8k

=͟͟͞♡ Summary- You are the top Surgical Doctor intern, along with Maki, Yuta and Toge. You all are exhausted from passing the first month, sixteen plus hour days, days you don't even go home, all to get a top spot with the star Surgeon, Dr. Gojo, your resident doctor and boss. Or as you call him, Dr. Hojo. He's takes nothing serious but his surgeries it seems, and has a reputation for being a player, but he has that top spot, so you want to prove your worth! You just have to ignore those stupid butterflies he gives you, and those pretty blue eyes, along with his interest in you, and focus!

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♡ Part Four ♡

“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Gojo.” You say with a smile, it’s Thanksgiving and here you are with your resident Doctor’s arm around you, as you hand his lovely mother flowers, in awe when they invite you in.

You’ve seen rich people but holy fuck, Satoru’s family is the type of wealth you just hear about, some decadent mansion all modern in creams and beige tones, so lovely it’s insane, spotless. The ceilings are so tall, you tilt your head back, eyeing the chandeliers and the winding staircases, several stories tall. It’s almost as if you’re transported into some royal castle.

“I know, pretentious.” Satoru huffs, making you break out of your reverie, you look up at him, in a stark dark blue dress shirt and slacks, looking like a million bucks as always.

“It’s beautiful.” You say, and his parents smile.

“Satoru is… something else.” His mother says, earning a snort for him, he clearly got the eyes from her, she’s stunning, and the hair from his father, just as tall as Gojo.

“It’s nice to see he’s having a life aside from work.” His dad says, Satoru snags you against him, you feel yourself heat up at it, hard to remember it’s a little harmless ruse when you want it to be real.

The car drive here, his hand on your thigh, as you all zipped around in his sports car was so intense, honestly you don’t have family to go to tonight either, so you truly don’t mind. Maki, Yuta and Toge all had their own things, and were throwing a friendsgiving this weekend anyway. But it’s intimidating to be sure, even though his parents seem very kind.

“Come on in, have a drink.” Mr. Gojo says to you, and you nod.

“I could use one after driving with Satoru.” Satoru sticks his tongue out, Gucci shades lowered on his nose as he glares at you.

“I drive perfectly, thank you.”

“No, too fast, scared the shit out of me.” You stick your tongue out back, earning his mother’s laugh as she puts her arm in his, and he kisses her affectionately on the top of the head.

When you walk into the beautiful kitchen you see a gorgeous dark haired woman, petite and elegant, along with who you recognize as Shoko Ieri, another doctor, but she worked in the maternity ward. So you’re not sure she’d know you, but when you walk in she smiles tiredly, rivaling Yuta for the eye bags, she brushes back dark brown hair and walks up to you.

“Hey! You’re the star intern, hmm?” You flush at the praise.

“Oh I don’t know about-”

“Why the fuck is she here? Ugh!” Satoru pouts now, crossing his arms, and the brunette crosses her arms, raising a brow.

“Because they invited me, shithead.” She says, Shoko snorts in laughter, Satoru’s father gets your attention.

“Red or white, dear?” He asks, as Satoru and the girl stomp to each other, arguing already.

“Um… white, please. Thank you!” He pours you a little glass and you sip it, tasting the tart grape on your tongue. “Delicious.”

“It’s the family vineyards.”

“You have vineyards-”

“Oh whatever Gojo, you are so stupid. You act like because you chose surgery you know so much more!” She’s shouting.

“True, he’s a pretentious ass.” Shoko pipes in.

“Yeah fuck you both, pussy doctor and mommy doctor.” He snorts, looking at you then, seeing your clear confusion. “Pipe in here, intern.”

“I think all doctors are important, and gynecology and maternity doctors literally bring in lives.” Satoru glares now, brows lowering over his glittering eyes, peeking up under those shades.

“I love her already. You’re too good for him.” The brunette says, and Satoru scoffs.

“Now, now kids. Get along, it’s a holiday.” His mother says, and Satoru stomps over to you.

“You’re supposed to have my back, brat.”

“But you’re wrong on this. Also, why so mean? Is she family?” You peek behind his tall frame at her.

“I’m Utahime, his ex wife, thank god. And this… is my wife.” Utahime snatches up Shoko, kissing her cheek, and Shoko smiles just a bit. “You know her though!”

“I do. Oh, oh…. Oh!” You let it sink in, as you look at Satoru, then her.

“Yeah the failed arranged marriage.” Satoru says, turning the glare to his parents.

“We thought they would be perfect together, we had no clue they’d hate each other so much. She burned a whole car of Gojo’s down.” Mrs. Gojo shakes her head with a sigh, Utahime snickers.

“She also bleached all my Gucci shirts. Bitch.”

“Oh you’re the bitch!”

“I can’t believe you two were married.” You say, and Utahime sighs.

“It was a miserable couple years, but it led me to her.”

“Cheated on me with her-”

“You make women run.” Shoko says, and he takes your glass, downing the wine in one gulp. “See!? Oh god speed.”

“She’s not going anywhere.” Satoru pulls you to him again, and they all study you, as he leans down, tilting your chin up, planting a kiss on your lips, you taste the sweet wine on him mixed with Satoru himself. “Right Sweets?”

“Right.” You murmur, hating how much you mean it.

“Well let’s hope so, hey if not we could have a third.” Utahime teases, and Mrs. Gojo snorts her drink almost. “Sorry Mrs. Gojo, she’s pretty though.”

“Um… thanks.” You manage, giggling. Mr. Gojo pours you a drink now, another one for Satoru. “You all seem fun.”

“Fun!? Jesus. Mom, show me like… something you knitted I don’t know. I need to get away from them.”

“Let’s go, Toru.” You think the nickname is adorable, as he gives you all a middle finger now, stomping away.

“Are you sure about him?” Shoko asks, you sigh.

“He’s great, it’s very new but I really am… enjoying this.” It’s all true, you are enjoying this, up to and including whatever juicy drama there is.

“You don’t have to worry about me, I’d love him to be happy, even if he’s a shit.” Utahime comes and puts a hand on your shoulder. “Come on, let’s help get things together.”

*****

Your back is still throbbing a bit from the spinal tap, Satoru notices. A soothing hand on your back as you all are finishing up dinner, now they are serving dessert at the elegant table. “You all right?” He murmurs.

You nod, smiling and putting a hand on his thigh, fuck everything feels so natural about this, about the doctor you don’t truly know yet, but you’re noticing every little thing. He’s clearly a Mama’s boy, he seems to adore his mom, he and his dad seem to have a good relationship but it’s clear him and his mom are extremely close, surprising you since they pushed him into a marriage.

When they started explaining it, it sounded like the families knew each other forever, two of the elite families there are, business conglomerates surely. And when Satoru and Utahime grew up, they just sort of agreed to it to please their parents, not knowing they’d despise each other. Utahime and Shoko are sickeningly cute together, and clingy.

“You sure? Wanna lay down?” He murmurs, you shake your head, Satoru’s mom smiles at you both.

“I’ve never seen you so close with someone, Toru.”

“Certainly not her.” Satoru points to Utahime who rolls her eyes.

“I’ve never seen you so close to someone either.” Shoko says, sipping on her wine and smiling at you.

“She smells good is all.” Satoru teases, making you giggle.

“Are you tired? You all should stay the night, it’s a long drive.” His dad says, you feel yourself heat up at the thought.

“We can stay, is that cool with you?” He asks, you are a little buzzed and so is Satoru, so you nod then.

“I have nothing to sleep in though!”

“I have some pajamas you can wear, don’t worry.” She looks to one of the maids then. “Can you set them up a room?”

A room with Satoru… alone?

Fuck how can you make that, you can’t even stop thinking of fucking him every time you’re in his office, every time you’re in the elevator, when the backs of your hands would touch, when his shoulder would brush against yours. When he’d shoot that sarcastic little smirk at you, when those blue eyes would get lidded just a bit if you two got too close…

It’s too much.

“That would be amazing, thank you. I did a spinal tap and I’m a little beat from it I guess.”

“Everything okay?” Shoko asks.

“Her brain is dramatic and stressy.” Satoru gets a nudge and scowl from you, he snorts, sipping on his chocolate wine, of course he had to have the sweetest concoction there was.

“My brain is indeed stressy I guess.” You roll your eyes. “Can I help you clean up Mrs. Gojo?”

“Oh no, we pay for that, don’t worry. Satoru, run her a bath, would you? She should relax after that. I’ll have her pajamas sent up.”

“I love your mom.” You whisper, he chuckles, Mrs. Gojo smiles.

“I’ll run her one. C’mon, intern.” You say your good nights, Satoru snatches up the chocolate wine bottle with a grin and you follow him up with your own glass that one of the butler’s tops off.

“Damn I could get used to this.” You tease, walking up one of the flights of steps with him, he snatches up your hand with his free one, precariously balancing his wine bottle and his glass in one arm.

“The princess life? Is that what you’ll be, a pillow princess?” Satoru shuts the door behind you, the bathroom - one of many - is breathtaking, the tub is fit for a Princess indeed. You sip your wine, running a fingertip down his chest, earning his little purr that makes you laugh.

“I like to please too, thank you very much.”

“I’m a giver, I wouldn’t mind.”

“Sure Hojo.”

“You don’t believe me!?” You sigh, leaning too close, after last week’s kiss at the bar, you’ve tried to keep a little distance, he makes it hard to focus on anything, and you’re scrubbing in on another surgery Monday, you want to make sure you have your wits about you.

“I believe you to be very giving, if memory serves.” He exhales when you step back, turning. “Could you unzip me?”

He brushes your hair back off to your shoulders, unzipping your dress slowly, revealing the smooth skin of your back to his eyes, his fingers drift down your spine, between your shoulder blades, plump lips pecking sweet kisses as the dress falls to the floor, leaving you in just lacy panties. Satoru’s fingers brush over the place he’d injected earlier.

“Does it feel okay? Hurt?” He murmurs, you shake your head, biting your lip when he drifts his fingers down your hips, goosebumps rising, your eyes flutter closed at the sensations.

“You did really well, and my head feels a million times better. Ah!” Satoru’s fingers press into your pelvis as he pulls you back against him, kissing a trail down your shoulders, your breath comes quicker and quicker, trembling from the insane desire his touch brings. “Satoru…”

“Let me see you, pretty.” You nervously turn, Satoru’s surely seen you get dressed but you have had bras on, when your breasts sway just slightly, the nipples pronounced and at attention, his blue eyes widen, the running water softly splashing behind you both, leaving a trail of steam.

“How’s the anatomy now, Doctor?” You tease, to ease your nerves, but he moans softly, dragging you against him.

“I’m sorry.” He says, you blink a bit in confusion, when he’s kissing you passionately, hands gripping the fat of your tits, hungry and messy, saliva dripping from his tongue into yours, nothing like the kisses you both have shared. It’s eager and hot, teeth biting, tongue taking you over.

“Satoru…” You whisper, his lips kissing down your neck now, he bites it so hard you gasp out from the shock, before he curses.

“The water, shit.” It’s too high now, he laughs with you, breathless, running over to drain some of it and turn the water off. He looks back at you hungrily, hands dripping with water, picking you up and sitting you on the edge of the tub, now on his knees between your thighs.

“Fuck.” Is all you manage, when he’s sucking your nipples into his mouth, one at a time, kissing around the areolas as his hands press against your ribcage. Your hands entwine in silky white locks, head falling back at how perfect it feels. “Why sorry?”

“I’m trying to tease you, not attack, but my brain is short circuiting. You’re so fucking beautiful.” His words make you choke up, when his swirling blue eyes look up under those snowy lashes, lips reddened from your kisses. Your breaths come faster, just your panties a barrier.

“You’re beautiful.” He kisses you again, over and over, when the door knocks, and you jolt. He chuckles.

“Baby we’re not teenagers it’s okay.” You feel your cheeks heat in embarrassment at that, and he grins with those big bright teeth, walking up to the door as the maid hands him pajamas and fluffy towels. “Thanks.”

She leaves, and you turn, slipping off your panties, Satoru has seen your bare ass by now, but you hear his soft sigh, peeking back to see he is flushed, adam’s apple bobbing with desire. You step in, turning back around, and he views your entire body, when you sit down and ease in the fragrant tub the bubbles surround you like a veil, but he’s already seen.

“Not playing hard to get anymore?” His voice is husky.

“I’m just enjoying my Princess treatment.” He laughs, setting down the pajamas and leaning over you, hands on either side of the tub, pecking a kiss on your forehead, you sigh at how good it feels.

“I will wait in the room. Want your wine?”

“Yes please.” He smirks and hands you the glass. “Thank you, this is so lovely really, I don’t remember the last time I felt so good.”

“Oh, sweets…” He cups your face, leaning so close, you taste him, your pussy is just clenching around nothing, remembering his fingers now. You nearly drag him in the tub, clothes and all. “I haven’t made you feel good yet.”

“No?” You raise a brow, he just shakes his head.

“No. I’ll see you in the room, enjoy some time.” You nod and he pecks another kiss, this time on your nose, making your heart falter when he walks out, the lock clicking.

You sip your wine and lean your head back, letting the hot water run over you, feeling it sapping all the soreness from your tired limbs. This week has been insane at the hospital, it seems like the holidays along with a full moon were creating all sorts of insane accidents, so this feels so good.

Satoru’s lips felt superb, the memory alone makes you run your fingers down your own breasts, brushing over a nipple. What is it with him? You don’t want to be a notch in his bedpost, you don’t wanna be part of his fanclub, to be so into the man that everyone else is, but you can’t blame any of them. Satoru is not just gorgeous and sexy, he is kind, smart, funny.

It’s hard to find a flaw.

But you want to guard your heart, especially after going through so very much with your toxic ass ex, you don’t want your heart torn apart, and Satoru Gojo is your boss, so you’d have to work with him for who knows how long. At least the year, and you want to work with him, learn from him.

There’s a million thoughts swirling in your head when you’re drying off, peering at the little fancy slip that’s been brought to you, with a note from his mother to keep it. This is basically brand new tagged lingerie, you slip it on over your skin, swiping at the steam that’s fogged on the mirror, peering at yourself before you slip on the fluffy robe over it.

You head out to the halls, you’re led to the guest room by another butler, you realize they must have several, and you step into the luxurious guest room, where Satoru has his laptop out and a pair of glasses propped on the bridge his nose, you’ve seen him wear them every now and then, fuck if they don’t look sexy.

He peers up and smiles, you shut the door behind you then, slipping off the robe, letting it fall in a pool around your ankles, his throat goes dry as he studies you ever so slowly, your beautiful body in this sexy little satin slip. He licks his lips, taking off his glasses and setting them on the table with a click, standing as he drinks in the sight of you.

“Holy fuck, my mom gave you that to wear!?” He asks, and you giggle, nodding, holding out a tag.

“Can you take this off?” Satoru comes now, taking off the slip completely. “I meant the tag!”

“Yeah, no… your skin is even softer, fuck.” Satoru’s hands slide down your arms, gaze making you melt, his eyes darkening as his pupils dilate.

“I have a five date rule, you know.” You say teasingly, he smirks, raising a thin white brow, picking you up then, completely bare against him, he’s shirtless with a pair of baggy white sweats, and you feel him.

“And what date are we on, intern?” He murmurs, pressing you against the wall, you arch your hips earning his moan, his head falls against your chest.

“Date number two at best, mmm.” He’s kissing your neck again, hitting just the right spots that make you inane, breath tickling your skin, tongue flicking against you, tasting you.

“Hmm, so what was the party then? I count it.” He whispers in your ear, you cling to his bare shoulders, head falling back against the wall.

“Then we’re at three dates. You have two more to go.” Satoru chuckles against your collarbone, biting the thin skin there, you’re soaking wet against him.

“Seems like she’s okay with breaking her rules for me.” He carries you to the bed now, you watch how his muscles flex as he’s over you, you swallow then, taking a breath and cupping his face.

“I’m scared to feel too much.” He sighs, resting his head on yours, hands slipping over every inch of your body, as if he wants to commit it all to memory.

“I’m scared at how much I feel.”

“This will be so messy, Satoru. What if we hate each other? And it ruins everything.” He shushes you gently, a finger to your lips.

“We can wait. Two more dates.” You smile tremulously, biting the lower lip to stop it from shaking.

“I’m aching though.” Satoru’s resolve slips, he slams his lips on yours, tongue messy and forceful, breaking through every last barrier you have, he slips his hands down your tummy, making it suck in at the sensation, bracing himself above you with one hand.

“Then let me take care of you, pretty patient.” You gasp out when he’s running his fingertip over your slit, and you make his abdomen tense when your hand slinks down him, under the elastic of those sweats, finding his cock. “Fuck I can’t handle that.”

“Sensitive, Doctor?” You tease, stroking him now, he groans, sinking his finger inside your little hole, making you scream out, before covering your mouth, he grins down at you.

“S’okay baby, this mansion is fucking huge. No one will hear.” You’re gasping when he so easily presses up in that spot past your slick gummy walls, your arousal drooling all down his hand, you hear it squishing in the quiet room. “F-fuck, you’re s’wet… mmm…”

Satoru’s crying out softly while you stroke him, his pretty pink tip peeking out from the sweats, you run your thumb over the slit where he’s got precum oozing. You lap it off your thumb, tasting the salty white substance, and you watch his eyes flash even darker, his lips parting.

“Fuck.” Is all he manages, kissing you again, before he’s kissing down your body, you’re barely able to catch a breath when he’s kissing between your breasts, down your tummy, his big hands spreading your thighs.

“Satoru… what’re you-ah!” His tongue flicks up your slit, you start gushing wetness out of your hole as a result, earning his smirk.

“Mmm, do you want me to make you feel so good, pretty?” He asks now, handsome face flushed, you nod, watching how his fingers press into the plush of your thighs when he spreads them more. “Then how do we ask?”

“Satoru…” He spits on your pussy now, shocking you, your ex was about as selfish as you could get, and any other men you’ve been with haven’t been freaky, more vainilla. “Did you just spit on it!?”

He grins, swirling the spit around your clit, then smacking your cunt, you gasp at the sensation, moaning as it just makes you wetter. “How do we ask?”

“Please.” Your weak little whine ends him, he tilts his head and starts lapping up all the wetness pouring from your cunt, dripping all over his mouth, his chin, burying himself against you. “Ah!”

You scream out, unable to stop the sound, clinging to silky hair, he’s got his eyes shut in concentration, but then his eyes open, meeting yours, you breathe quicker and quicker, hips rolling up for more. “That’s it, fuck my face baby.”

“Fuck your!? Face!? I-ah!” You’re grinding up quicker with his urging, he yanks your hips down, fucking you with his tongue now, swiping inside your velvety walls, nose bumping your needy clit, so you rub more and more on his face, to his satisfied moans. Satoru doesn’t even apparently need to breathe, he’s drowning in your wetness, drinking every bit of you up.

Doctor Gojo is absolutely well versed in anatomy, because you feel yourself cumming before you can even think to tell him, and your cunt is drooling all down his face when your orgasm washes over you, making your skin so sensitive, pussy pulsing around his tongue. You feel his moan, when he leans up, lavishing your neglected clit now, and you violently jerk.

“Good girl, can you cum again f’me?” You’re done for, completely fucked you realize, when he slides two fingers in your needy cunt. “Fuck look at her sucking them up so good.”

“Satoru what the fuck was that? How- oh my god!” Your words are breathy whines, head spinning when he’s curling those long fucking fingers in you, pressing on that damn spot making you see stars.

“I told you I’d make you feel good. No headaches.” He leans on an elbow, hand pressing your tummy, tongue lapping at your clit now, over and over, your thighs squeeze on his head, feeling his soft hair against you while he’s fucking you with those fingers. “Can you handle both?”

“Both- f-fuck!” Satoru sucks your clit into his mouth now, humming on it while still curling those fingers up, and you shatter, this time even more intense then the previous, you feel like you’re falling off the earth as you pull on his hair. “Too much, too much- oh my god.”

You’re soaking his entire pretty face, dripping down your sticky inner thighs and his chin, he drinks you up, licking you from your ass to your damn clit, sucking on the puffy lips of your pussy and nipping them, making you scream out again, body twitching so fucking embarrassing.

What was this man doing to you!?

“Oh my… I… you…” You feel tears pricking your eyes when he kisses and nips your clit now, the biting shocking you with the pain.

“You’re so yummy, I could do it forever.” He says, flicking that tongue in another circle, you whimper pathetically, sniffling. “Overstimulated baby?”

“Y-yes… please fuck me.” He raises his brows, leaning over you, you’re clinging to his back, nails digging in, leaving little crescent marks on his marble skin.

“What, that counts as two dates?” He teases, you can’t even function now, you’re shoving off his sweats, his cock so big it smacks his belly button.

“You’re demonic, I swear to god. What the fuck.” He’s smirking so pleased, but then he whimpers himself, cock throbbing in your hand. “Lemme suck you.”

“Shit, yeah!?” You nod, giggling, and he flips your positions, you kiss down his perfect, sculpted body, he holds your slightly damp hair back as you lap at the tip of him, precum just oozing out of the slit, earning his groan. “I’m gonna embarrass myself.”

“How so?” You take his cock in your hand, stroking him and spitting on it now, making his eyes widen, he pulls on your hair, groaning when you suck him into your mouth, inch by inch.

“Holy fuck it’s happening.” You laugh just a bit, head still reeling from the orgasms and the wine in your system, Satoru’s clearly very experienced, so to watch him falling apart and taking shaky breaths is the ultimate high. “I can’t hold back, can you take me fucking that pretty throat?”

“Mmhm.” You nod eagerly, and Satoru plants his feet flat on the bed, hips bucking up when starts fucking your mouth, his hand tight in your hair. You’re drooling on his cock, making it sloppy wet, your throat bobbing as you take him deep, burning at the stretch of him.

“Oh fuck, never felt anything s’good- I- f-fuck…” Satoru’s a blushing mess, sexy little gasps as he keeps thrusting into your throat, and you breathe through your nose, struggling to take over eight inches as best as you can. He bottoms out in your throat, your nose against the white hair on his pelvis, he’s stuttering, hips faltering. “Do you like it when I use you, baby?”

You’re soaking wet, eager for more, simply humming as your ass is in the air, thighs pressed together. He’s pulling your hair even harder, using your mouth, your throat, his cock twitching as he shoves all the way in again, moaning and leaning his head back.

“C’mere.” He whispers, pulling you off his cock, your cheeks hollow as you release the suction, and he’s bringing you to straddle his lap, your thighs on either side, coughing slightly into your hand. “Your mouth feels that good, how’s this pussy gonna feel? Gonna take me out.”

You just whine and kiss him, sliding against his cock, it glides ridiculously easy with all the spit and drool on his cock mixing with your cunt’s wetness. He’s kissing you desperately, you taste yourself, and he tastes himself, mixing so fucking messy as his tip hits your clit, and you scream out, spasming on top.

“Cumming like that, m’not even in yet.” He huffs, earning your weak little scowl and making him chuckle. “S’fucking cute.”

“In me.” You order, he grins now.

“Two more dates.”

“Don’t you dare. I know you wanna cum.”

“Your rules.” You grimace, and he’s a snarky little ass hole. “Maybe if you beg for me to break your rules.”

“You little shit. Fine.” You slide off him and he pouts, his cock twitching when you grab it in your hand again.

“You can - mm- beg me, can’t you baby?”

“Sure am not.” You keep stroking him now, and he’s yanking on your body, a whimpering little mess under you. “You can beg for me.”

“I don’t beg, I'm… Satoru… Gojo- fuck!” You keep stroking, smiling at him now, and he slips his fingers back in you, as you two both edge each other in a torturous fucking game. “You beg.”

“N-no… you.” You’re stroking his cock faster, spitting down on it, so he uses his thumb to press on your clit, and your movements falter.

“Beg for my dick inside you, for me to stretch you, fill you up.” His words along with his fingers addle your mind so much you’re swirling, blinking to focus, on who could get the other off first. “You competitive b-brat.”

“You’re a… brat… I… no, you beg.” You glare as you keep stroking him, and then he falls apart in your hand, jerking into it, pumping so much cum it’s insane, the sight of the milky ropes all over his cock makes you push over the edge, and you’re cumming on his fingers, crying out against his neck as you bury your face against it.

“Ngh…” Is all you manage, barely moving your hand now, Satoru eases his fingers out, exhaling, leaning back and smirking at you.

“You’re such a mean little brat. You wouldn’t beg so you jerked me off like some teenager!?”

“And y-you did the same.” You say weakly, damn near collapsing. Satoru shakes his head, grabbing a towel, cleaning you both up, you were coated in his cum from your hand to your wrist.

“I was sure you’d fold. Fuck… did that count as one more date?” He teases, and you giggle, when he comes next to you, pulling you against him.

“No, two more to go it seems. Maybe you’ll be more needy then.”

“Me needy- you almost caved. Bet if I edge you all day at work you will.” He whispers, kissing your throat and stroking your thighs, creating networks of goosebumps everywhere he touches.

“You don’t play fair, Doctor.” He tilts your chin up now, eyes so bright blue it’s almost difficult to handle their beauty.

“I want to know all of you.” He says then, making you choke up with his seriousness suddenly.

“You do?” He nods, stroking your hair now.

“What makes you tick, your flaws… Do you have any? Your past. I want to know every bit of this body. Where you’re ticklish, where you’re sensitive.” You blink back emotions but fail, little tears glimmering under the soft can lights of the ceiling. “I’d wait for you, however many dates.”

“Jesus why do you have to be so…” You just kiss him now, again, over and over, salty tears mixing with his sweet taste. “I’m terrified.”

“I am too. God it’s hard to work when all I can think about is you, thinking about fucking you in every position. Bent over my desk.” You can’t handle the images, as his hands grip your ass cheeks. “Eat that pretty pussy out on your breaks.”

“You’re too much, you know?”

“I know.” You try to calm down, to clear your mind, and Satoru’s already semi hard again, you blink in surprise. “Yeah, it’s never that fast.”

“You gonna beg me?”

“No brat.” You both glare then you sigh, stepping off him and slipping back on the discarded slip, holding out the tag.

“Then we call a parlay for the night, clearly neither of us is backing down yet.” Satoru laughs softly, bending down and biting the little plastic holding the tag, it falls off instantly. “What’s that trick?”

“Haven’t you noticed I’m really good with my mouth?” He murmurs, tilting your chin up, you blush when you see how his cock is just so fucking heavy, still glistening from you, so pretty it makes your ovaries ache.

“I’ve never had it that good.” You admit, earning his satisfied smirk. “Yeah, yeah, you already know you’re that good.”

“Guess what?” He is slipping up his sweats now.

“What, Doctor Hojo?”

He cups your face, bending low at the waist. “You’re the best blow job I’ve had, whole gauntlet. Knew it.”

“Oh I doubt all that.” You eat up the praise however, and his lips kissing yours feel so perfect, it takes so much not to fuck him, god how does he fuck if that’s how he foreplays!?

“Best kisser too.”

“So are you.” He kisses you over and over, you feel your body heat right back up in response, legs wobbly you’re so wet. “Sure you don’t wanna ask for something?”

“Nope.” He snorts, and soon you’re in the bed with him as he’s clicking away at the laptop, glasses back on that perfect nose. “Fuck it’s like we’re married.”

“Ugh, marriage.” He shivers in disgust, you smile a bit, leaning on an elbow.

“Just feels domestic.”

“Yeah, but… I don’t think I’d marry again.” You pause at that, and he’s clicking away at his keyboard now.

“Never?” You ask curiously, running your fingers along the silk comforter.

“God no. I mean I absolutely would date, and have a serious relationship, but certain things I’d never do again.”

“Like the paper?”

“Yeah, the paper, but also I wouldn’t live with someone again.” You don’t know why his words hurt so fucking much, you barely know him and you two aren’t even dating, but it’s like a stab to the heart.

“Oh.” Satoru looks at you now, frowning and shutting the laptop, brushing back your hair.

“That’s a lot to unload on you, I’m fucking sorry. It’s not to say I wouldn’t have a girl like stay with me as much as she wants, I just… would want us to have our own places.”

“But like what if you have kids?”

“Kids?” He blinks at that. “I don’t know, I’ve never considered them.”

“Never?”

“No, why have you?” You shyly look away now, so lost in the passion you forgot you have no clue what he wants.

“So your idea of a serious relationship is…”

“Spending time together, enjoying each other. Talking deeply, sharing things, spending time exploring every inch of each other.” He’s drifting his fingertips across your shoulder. “I can’t marry again though, even if I had kids.”

Shit.

“Was the marriage that bad?”

“It was fucking horrible. You see how much we hate each other. And… well neither of us were faithful.” You pause now, as the words spill from his mouth.

“Oh?”

“I slept with a lot of people.” He admits hoarsely. “Me and her didn’t even… fuck we had sex a couple times the entirety of it, by some forced thing. Parents wanting us to have kids, and it was terrible. I can’t do it again.”

“But if you choose wouldn’t-”

“Baby this is all a tale for another day. We’re just getting to know each other, I don’t need to give you my autobiography yeah?” He’s clearly done with the topic.

“I wasn’t saying you had to.” You pull the blanket up now, mind whirring at him, why do you care so much, you sucked his dick and now what, you want him to wife you up? It makes no sense to be that way.

But something breaks in you at hearing how much the thought of that detests him, perhaps you are old fashioned, you love the idea of getting married, having kids, sure as a doctor it would be a bitch, but you crave a family. Not having parents or siblings can be lonely, and the idea of having your best friend as a husband and then making a little best friend sounds beautiful.

“Have I upset you?” He asks, putting the laptop aside as you shake your head. “I can be too blunt, it’s part of the job. I could’ve said-”

“No, it’s how you feel, and you’re right, we barely know each other. Um, I didn’t mean to pry or whatever.” You turn then on your side, and feel him sink in the bed next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you against him, emotions are in your throat and you don’t know why or how to stop them.

“I’m interested in something serious.” He says softly, you nod, unable to look at him. “That marriage fucked me up, I have my own shit I guess, but it doesn’t mean I won’t take it serious if we get there.”

“I get it, you’ve already experienced a lot I guess.” You say, looking back at his heartbreakingly beautiful face, wondering about him more and more.

“For the longest time I just married my work and fucked around. I guess I also feel horrible for it.”

“But you both did it, you both didn’t wanna be together.”

“Still feels shitty, if that’s what marriage is…”

“It’s your decision, I won’t judge you for it.” He rests his chin on your shoulder when you turn back around. “We’re moving too fast anyway.”

“I did literally drag you here.”

“No, I am glad you did.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, fake dating you was fun for the day.” He kisses your cheek, snuggling you against him more firmly.

“Doesn’t have to be fake.”

Your heart falters. “You wanna date me, Satoru?”

He smiles. “I do, intern.”

You giggle. “Then beg me.”

“Oh fuck off.” You’re both laughing now, it feels too easy, too natural to be against him, to be with him.

“Would you date me? Pretty please?”

You look back at him with now sleepy eyes. “I will.”

He kisses you again, gripping your jaw, fuck it all feels so good you just shove down the things you learn for now. “You’re so scandalous dating your resident.”

“And you’re scandalously dating your intern.” He smiles against your bare shoulder, kissing it once more as he hugs you. “Do you wanna come to our friendsgiving Saturday?”

“I’m invited already!?”

“Of course. It’ll be nice I think.”

“I’ll be there. Good night, Sweets.”

“Night Satoru.”

*****

“What’s in that mind, girl.” Yuta waves a hand in front of your face, you keep checking the phone, hoping for a text from Satoru, dinner starts in about an hour and you had told him to come at four. It’s six and he hasn’t responded or read a text or anything.

“Nothing!” You smile and Yuta’s dark brows draw together, he curiously tilts his head.

“Nothing, huh? Maki, what's wrong with her.” Maki bounces up, hands on her hips, tilting her head so that her emerald hair falls over her shoulder.

“It’s Dr. Hunk.”

“Is not!” You cover your face and grimace. Toge walks in the kitchen now, sitting next to you and putting a glass of punch in your hand.

“Drink?”

“God I love you.” Toge turns bright red, standing now, and you sputter, grabbing his hand. “No, don’t run please!” He’s nervously darting violet eyes, and finally sits back down next to you. “You can’t run from me all the time, we live together.”

“Upset?” He asks, you sigh now, sipping the fruity punch and shaking your head.

“No I’m good, promise.” You rest your head on his shoulder for a moment when the doorbell rings, and Toge opens his mouth. “What is it, Toge?”

“I…” He trails off, gulping.

“It’s Dr. Hunk!” Maki exclaims, Toge tenses, glaring his way, surprising you.

“Do you not like him?” You ask softly, and he just stands up now, as Yuta covers his face and sighs.

“You’re clueless.” He tells you, and Satoru now saunters in, grinning with a big bouquet of flowers.

“Oh you didn’t have to.” You say, he hands them with a bow, patting Toge and Yuta on the head like little kids, towering over you all.

“Of course I did. Hey interns.” He smiles and Yuta rolls his eyes, Toge however glares, and Satoru raises his brows.

“Thank you, Satoru.” You take them and lean up, kissing his cheek, the past couple of days you’ve just texted, after his parents home, so much felt new and so many things still unsaid still.

“You’re welcome, baby.” Your three friends watch curiously as Satoru kisses you right in front of them, then gasping as Toge accidentally pours punch on him. “Shit, this is so expensive! Ugh!”

“Accident.” He says, smirking, and you glare at him.

“Toge!” Yuta and Maki snicker too, and you shake your head. “You all are so embarrassing, I can’t bring anyone home?”

“Sorry, can we wash it?” Maki offers, tearing up from her laughter. You’re dabbing at his shirt with the napkins.

“I have to have these dry cleaned. But I mean… it’s dark so I think I’m okay.”

“I’ll get the stain out, I have something you can wear for a few.” You scowl at your friends. “And behave!”

“Yes Mommy.” Maki teases, you scoff, dragging Satoru up the stairs, digging through your drawers, where you had a ton of shirts from your ex.

“I’m not wearing your ex's clothes!”

“What do you care? Just long enough for the stain to come out.” Satoru takes off his shirt now, revealing the chiseled chest of his, and his sculpted abdomen, your eyes drift lower, remembering how big he is, picturing how good he’d feel. “Cat got your tongue, intern?”

“You’re an ass. That's why Toge did it. And you’re late.” Satoru sighs now, walking up to you, picking you up effortlessly so that your feet just dangle.

“I had an emergency at the hospital, I’m sorry. Are you mad at me?”

“A little.” You pout, and he laughs now, picking you up fully, your legs wrap around slender hips.

“Toge did it because he’s in love with you.”

“Oh god he’s not! He’s my friend.”

“Mmm, sure thing. You’re oblivious, I bet you don’t know how much I like you either, huh?” His words get you off guard, when he’s pressing you down into your bed, that sinks under his weight.

“You like me?” You ask, he nods.

“I like the fuck out of you. Like is a shitty word for how I feel.” You feel the damn same, fuck more than you understand or want to say.

“I like you too, a lot. Even if you’re a dick.” He smiles at that.

“I was worried, after that conversation, you’ve been distant?”

“I didn’t mean to be. I thought we should cool off?”

“You are really hot, especially here.” He presses his length against you under those slacks, you whine out, arching your hips, earning his hands tightening against your hips, thumbs pressing into your pelvis. “Don’t wanna cool off.”

“No?” He shakes his head. “Miss me?”

“Fuck yes I missed you. That little ass running around in those scrubs.” You giggle now, caressing his face. “Should I make you forgive me for being late?”

“Hmm, you wanna make it up to me?” You ask, and he nods, kissing your lips deeply, you melt right under him, grinding up for more as he slips your velvety little red dress up your thighs.

“Don’t we have one more date before I can hit?” He teases, you roll your eyes at him.

“Are you gonna hit and quit?”

“God no. Can only imagine how good you feel around me.” Satoru’s eagerly unsnapping his pants now, and you can’t believe the insanity of the moment, his fingers rubbing your clit over your panties, finding you already soaked. “Just from kissing?”

“I love kissing you.” He pauses then, eyes burning bright blue, darting back and forth across your face.

“I love kissing you.” He whispers back, white lashes casting shadows over his cheeks when he sinks two fingers right in, it’s a stretch but you’re craving it, slick and soaked. “Want me to eat you out again?”

“Yes, but I also want that dick.” He grins, sucking his fingers, cheeks hollowing.

“But you taste s’good.”

“Please… please…” You’re hastily shoving your panties off, and he’s pulling his cock fully out, a tangle of limbs.

“Condoms?” He asks, you curse.

“Shit, no! I could ask Maki but oh my god…” Satoru’s rubbing his cock against your slick folds now, and you’re fucked up already.

“I always use one, I’m good if you’re…”

“Me too. Yes please, I need- ah!” Satoru slides in you, stretching you more than you’ve ever been, so deep you feel insanely full, damn near sobbing as you feel him inside you. Your eyes lock, and his mouth parts, head tilting back as he sinks deeper, until he’s against your cervix. “Oh my god…”

He exhales, lifting a leg up, gripping your ass through the fabric of the dress you’re still wearing. “You’re so tight, fuck baby.” He moans now, resting his head on yours for a moment, your walls are fluttering at the invasion of his huge cock inside of you. “Need a sec?”

“S’big… It’s s’much.” You adjust your hips to it, stuffed so full, he kisses you, pulling back out, then slamming deep again, and you can’t stand out good it feels, you’re clinging to him, nodding now. “I can take it. Please.”

“Fuck.” Is all he manages, lifting your thighs and fucking into you now, hard brutal strokes that make you blinded as he uses one hand to brace himself, the other yanking at your dress, pulling your tits out and lavishing them with his tongue. Your hands dig into the sheets under you, head sinking into the pillows, letting out a moan so loud he claps a hand on your mouth.

You scream out against his hand as he pumps you so full, drooling tip slamming on your cervix, you feel yourself cumming all over him, making him gasp, slowing as he feels you pulsing on him. He eases his hand off your mouth now, long fingers wrapping your delicate throat.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this, can I?” You nod eagerly, thighs shaking as you recover from your orgasm.

“You can resuscitate me, go for it.” He laughs breathless, squeezing your throat now, fucking you harder as he leans up, watching your every expression, watching your eyes roll back and your mouth open in an O.

“So pretty, fucked out already baby?” He taunts you, squeezing harder, and you feel fuzzy, lightheaded as he works you, hips pistoning and hitting spots you never fucking knew existed, the choking making every sensation heightened. He leans over you, pressing in deep and rolling his hips. “Cum again, lemme feel her.”

You’re obeying before you can think, he watches your silent cries as your face reddens from his grip, as your eyes roll back in your skull, cumming in a silent, breathy cry while he presses on your pulse point, squeezing so tight. You feel your ears ringing, blood rushing to your head when he releases you, moaning and kissing you deeply, when you try to suck up air.

“F-fuck it’s s’good, Satoru… I…”

“Feel perfect, baby. Sloppy little cunt, hear her?” Of course you do, you weakly nod, gasping again as he’s lifting your thighs up so high, smushing them against your breasts, you hear the wet smacks of his cock railing you, hear his balls smacking on your ass, hear each breath as you all try to conceal your moans. “Never f-felt anything like you.”

He’s leaning all his weight on you now, hips rolling again, making you sob it’s so fucking good, you’re struggling to breathe, clinging to him tightly. “M’gonna cum again, ngh.”

“Yeah, you’re so easy for me, hmm?” You can’t even glare at his teasing, you just nod. “Such a good girl now, dick made you shut that mouth finally?”

“Shut up g-god.” He’s cupping your face with his big ass hands as he sinks so deep you scream into his lips, shuddering as his curved tip drags on another spot, he’s finding every single one you have, working them when you shiver, when you jerk.

“Birth control?” He asks, and you nod weakly. “Perfect, because no way I’m pulling the fuck out.”

You’re getting fucked even harder now, the sounds of his pelvis smacking against your thighs and the squelching wetness of your cunt stupid loud, his snowy lashes lower over fucked out eyes as he studies you. He slows for a moment then, whimpering like he did last time you sucked him, right in your ear, pumping your cunt so full then, coating you entirely.

“Feel so p-perfect, cum w’me baby please.” He whines the words, and pumps more cum, as he’s fucking you still hard, and his white sticky ropes are dripping out of you, you yank him in for a kiss, crying out your pleasure into his plush lips, he devours your mouth, still pumping.

He’s easing now, hips are stuttering, and you’re crying out. “Too much…”

“I know but it’s too good.” He’s easing your thighs, now sore as fuck, brushing your cheek gently, feeling your aftershocks. “I’m ruined. You’ve ended an era.”

“Whatever.” You snort, rolling your eyes, but he cups your face again, brushing back your hair.

“No, it’s never been like this.” He entwines a hand with yours, and you struggle not to completely fall into his madness, but it’s damn near impossible.

“Me either. I haven’t done…”

“No one has cum in you?” You shake your head with a nervous gesture, biting your lip, he gently pulls it from your teeth. “Don’t worry I’ll fill you up every day.”

“You’re full of it. You’ll go back to Hojo blowjob breaks.”

His eyes narrow as he eases out of you, exhaling at the mess you two have made. “Only from you.”

“I don’t know if I believe it.”

“No? Then you’ll have to see.” He kisses down your body, still half in your dress, you’re thankful the material doesn’t wrinkle.

“Can a Hojo be loyal?” He leans up and looks at you, brows together.

“I will never cheat like that again. That was… a fucked up time.”

“I was kidding! And I wasn’t talking about that, I meant like Miwa.” He exhales then, and you frown. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t tease.”

“No, it’s understandable. Well baby let me tell you.” He keeps kissing up your thigh now, and you’re throbbing at how sore you are, he pulls open your puffy lips to watch his cum pour out of you. “You’re all I want. Look at this slutty pussy.”

He laps some of his cum out of you with the hot tip of his tongue, you gasp at it, oversensitive and he’s such a freaky ass, you can’t believe what he’s doing, grinning up at you. “Satoru-”

“Hate to break it up lovers, got an emergency.” Yuta's voice came from the door, you quickly fixed your dress, Satoru got on his pants, coming up to you and pulling you against him.

“Don’t let this be just once. Want you over and over.” You moan now, hands sliding up his bare chest.

“I’m dripping your cum.” You whisper, he huffs now, fingers slipping back inside your cunt, you cover your mouth not to scream.

“How much of an emergency?” Satoru asks tersely.

“Well Maki is about to kill her ex. He just showed up.”

“Shit.” You curse yourself, taking Satoru’s fingers and sucking yourself and him off them, he snatches you by your hair, kissing you again.

“I’ll fuck you in front of him, maybe he’ll stop?” Satoru’s smirking again, and you laugh, snatching up baby wipes and cleaning yourself quickly.

“Oh no, he’s persistent. Come on.” You drag him, still shirtless, and Yuta is shaking his head as he looks at you. “What!?”

“Where’s the five date rule, champ?” He teases.

“Oh stuff it. I can’t believe he’s here.” You three go down the stairs, where Maki currently has him in a headlock, and you can’t stop the giggle that escapes. She frees him now, and his eyes lock onto you, then to Gojo, glaring now. “Mahito, get the fuck out.”

He brushes off his shirt, glaring at Satoru with deadly ice blue eyes, and Satoru holds you against him, still shirtless, smirking. “Hi there, I’m new boyfriend.”

“Satoru…” You whisper, and Mahito walks up to you now, giving you the biggest, most pathetic puppy dog eyes.

“Sweetheart, let’s talk. Please?” He pouts now, taking your hand, you shake your head at him.

“What are you even doing here!?”

“Just talk to me.”

“Out.” Toge orders, pointing to the door, but Mahito doesn’t budge, just staring at you, his light blue hair a disheveled mess.

“Please.”

“She’s too busy buddy.” Satoru pats him on the shoulder, only for Mahito to punch him, you gasp then, and Satoru’s eyes are terrifying then, the entire room holds its breath as you watch Mahito back up.

“Shit.” You mumble.

“He’s gonna die.” Maki whispers to you, and then she grins. “How was that dick though?”

“Maki!”

A/N- took a departure from the hospital hehe, now you know who her ex is ;) Lots of drama ahead from that messy convo abt marriage too. Can't wait to hear your thoughts!!

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