overwhelmingness - medical student (reader) x athlete gojo
content: as a medical student, she’s seen it all in textbooks. she shouldn’t fold just because her boyfriend is shirtless. but it’s gojo. who wouldn't? he knows the exact power he has over his pretty intern - and he’s about to turn her stressful anatomy exam into a private, high-heat lesson in pure overstimulation. books can wait. he won't.
warnings: smut!!!, mentions of genitals, hard fucking, erm… basically smut.
who would have ever thought that you would ever end up in a situation like this. your boyfriend in front of you, no shirt on. normal, right? but why the fuck were you so fucking overwhelmed by it?
let’s start from the very beginning.
you and your boyfriend, satoru, had been together for about three months aaaand… things had been going incredibly well. you couldn’t be more different though.
satoru was a professional soccer player, a literal god on the field who spent his free time playing fifa and hitting the gym.
you, however, looooved the human body. it fascinated you how all those small details could effect so much. one smaaaall vessel could end your life. one smaaaaalll organ could effect your whole mood. and books, ugh, you loved books. especially the ones with, ehem, spice. who doesn't though, haha.
but how was it anyway possible for you to actually meet satoru then? if it was sooo fucking impossible? well, it all started one day during your internship in the chaotic, fast-paced environment of the emergency room.
„this is your patient, small wound, nothing serious“, your boss told you, gesturing toward the curtained cubicle.
you got assigned to fix up a minor injury on his right arm. nothing easier than that, right?
only with the fact that your patient happened to be the hottest living fucking being you'd ever seen in your entire life.
he was sitting on the examination table, his athletic build immediately dominating the small space. his shoulders were impossibly broad, stretching the fabric of his shirt, and those huge biceps were practically bursting against his sleeves, every vein mapping out a lethal combination of strength and power. his white, fluffy hair fell perfectly messy over his forehead, contrasting beautifully with the sharp, dangerous angles of his jawline. and those eyes - piercing, crystal blue eyes that looked like they could see right through you, paired with the most luscious, juicy lips that looked sinful just existing.
fuck. how the fuck were you supposed to concentrate with this gorgeous piece of human nature being your patient?!
he looked at you, watching your wide eyes trace over him. a slow, devastating smirk appeared on his lips, full of pure, cocky confidence.
fuck. how long had you been staring at him?
„you‘ll do it?“, your boss asked, snapping you out of your trance.
„ehem, yes sir, of course“, you said, forcing your voice to sound confident, desperately trying not to show any signs of the overwhelmingness threatening to consume you.
„how did that happen?“, you asked your patient as you began suturing the wound, your hands surprisingly steady despite the roaring in your ears.
„accident on the field. my teammate accidentally ran into me after tripping and i fell right on a sharp piece of metal near the bench,“ he explained, leaning back against the bed frame with a relaxed, effortless grace.
„well, for such a dramatic accident, you seem completely chill about it,“ you laughed softly, focusing on the neat stitches.
„only because i have a nice doctor patching me up,“ he said, his voice dropping into a smooth, low register.
keep it professional. do not fold.
„not a doctor yet, just an intern,“ you explained, finally looking up and offering a polite, practiced smile.
woah. that was the first time you actually looked right into his eyes during the entire treatment, and the air instantly left your lungs. his eyes were already on you. had he been staring at you the entire time? you couldn’t explain the feeling, but his look was so heavy, deep, and mesmerizing. it felt like he was studying you, capturing every detail of your face, completely unable to tear his gaze away.
you quickly shook those thoughts out of your head. he was a professional athlete, a literal superstar. he was obviously a player in every sense of the word, and he definitely did this with dozens of other women.
„a really fucking gorgeous intern, then,“ he said without taking his eyes off you, his lips curling into that dangerous smirk again.
your gaze immediately went back down to the injury.
„just from the five minutes of treating you, i can already tell what kind of person you are,“ you chuckled, trying to use your medical detachment as armor.
„what? tell me. who am i?“ he challenged, clearly amused.
„well, you’re a soccer player. definitely a striker. a team leader, for sure.“
„impressed. go on,“ he murmured, leaning a bit closer.
„favorite player on the team, especially for the fans. definitely got way too many fangirls.“
he chuckled, sitting up straighter now, his broad shoulders shifting as he watched you work.
„you enjoy the attention, too,“ you continued, your confidence growing. „you probably always tease them by winking at the crowd, leaving them to fight over who you were actually looking at. you just knoooow you’re good looking, and you fucking love it.“
„so you think i'm good looking?“ he asked instantly, his voice practically dripping with satisfaction. he thought he had you trapped.
fuck. don’t fold.
you tied off the final knot of the stitch with a sharp, expert pull, then looked up, meeting his intense blue eyes with a cool, unimpressed gaze.
„no. i think you're a textbook case of inflated ego caused by an overproduction of testosterone,“ you said, your tone completely flat and professional as you snapped off your medical gloves with a loud crack. „medically speaking, your heart rate is elevated, your skin is flushed, and you're trying way too hard to charm an intern who is just trying to finish her shift. physically, you're fine. but personality-wise? you're just another predictable cliché.“
stunned, sat actually blinked, his smirk completely vanishing. he leaned back against the bed, his mouth parting slightly as he stared at you like you had just spoken an entirely new language. nobody talked to him like this. nobody.
no reply? he actually let you get away with that?
„finished. do you like my work?“, you asked, stepping back and presenting the neatly bandaged arm like it was a piece of high-end art.
instead of looking at his arm, though, his piercing blue eyes stayed locked on you, burning with a sudden, dangerous intensity.
before you could even register his movement, sat reached out. with a swift, fluid motion, he tugged the privacy curtains completely shut, isolating the two of you in the small, dimly lit cubicle.
in the next second, his large, warm hand came up, his thumb and forefinger gently but firmly cupping your chin, tilting your face up to his.
„fucking amazing,“ he murmured, his voice suddenly rough, sending an involuntary shiver straight down your spine.
„listen, you can have my number if you want. you seem… interesting.“ he winked, that infuriating, beautiful smirk returning to his lips.
your heart hammered against your ribs, but you forced a scoff, batting his hand away from your face.
„wtf? you think i want the number of a self-centered person like you? no thank you.“
he looked genuinely shocked, his eyes widening slightly as he dropped his hand. no one had ever denied him like this.
„sorry, but i have to go. the doctor will be in to officially discharge you soon. have a nice day,“ you said, spinning on your heel and sliding past the curtains before he could say another word.
what a fucking prick. „you can have my number“-as if he knew you were desperate for it. tsk. you could absolutely live without it, thank you very much.
by the time your shift finally ended, you exited the hospital completely drained. you were so exhausted, having dealt with a non-stop influx of patients all day.
yet, no matter how hard you tried, one specific patient couldn't seem to leave your mind. those blue eyes kept flashing in your memory.
you aggressively shook your head, trying to fight it by focusing on the amazing meal you were about to cook at home. you’d been craving it since the exact moment your shift started.
you were walking through the dim, chilly parking lot toward your car when suddenly, someone grabbed your wrist from behind. the grip was gentle, but the sudden touch startled you.
expecting to see some creepy parking-lot perv, your instincts completely took over. you spun around and slammed your fist directly into the stranger's face with everything you had.
crack.
the man stumbled back, instantly cupping his cheek in sheer agony.
„what the fuck!“ he groaned, his voice muffled by his hand.
wait. you knew that voice.
„who the hell are you and what the fuck do you want from me?!“ you shouted at him, your hands curling into defensive fists again.
„it’s your favorite soccer player, jeez,“ he winced, slowly lowering his hand.
what the…
„what?! ego prick? what the fuck do you want from me?“ you gasped.
but then, the adrenaline began to fade, and you realized exactly what you had just done. you just punched a multi-million-dollar athlete directly in his gorgeous face.
„fuck, i’m so sorry!“ you gasped, stepping forward and automatically cupping his injured cheek in genuine concern, your medical instincts kicking in.
as you tilted his face into the weak amber glow of the nearby streetlights, your breath caught. his white, fluffy hair was slightly messy from the wind, and his jaw was already starting to redden where your knuckles had connected. but as he looked down at you, that deep, mesmerizing gaze was back. he wasn't angry. he was looking at you like you were the only thing under those streetlights.
„no, i’m the one who should apologize,“ he muttered, his voice dropping into a low, sincere tone as his own hand came up to rest gently over yours on his cheek. „i shouldn't have snuck up on you. i'm so fucking sorry.“
he continued, his voice dropping into a rough whisper, not leaving you any time to answer.
„i’m satoru gojo, who‘s so fucking sorry for being such a self-centered jerk. so fucking sorry for being a textbook case of inflated ego and testosterone. so fucking sorry for expecting you to want my number and… so fucking sorry for my ass completely missing my shot because… you’re actually the most beautiful woman i’ve ever fucking seen. somehow you just pull me towards you, i can’t even explain it. it makes me nervous, which is crazy because i’m usually the one who makes people feel that way.“
woah. each word came out of his mouth with such gentleness and raw honesty. your heart was doing dangerous flips inside your chest. you found yourself wondering if you were actually talking to the same cocky soccer player from a few hours ago.
„the moment i walked out of those hospital doors, i couldn't stop thinking about you and hating myself for being so fucking dumb,“ he whispered, his blue eyes searching yours in the dim streetlight. „i couldn't go back home without apologizing. i had to do it, or else i wouldn’t have been able to sleep tonight—„
you interrupted him, your jaw dropping as the realization hit you.
„so you’re telling me you fucking stood out here until my shift was over?! are you insane?! it’s two am!!!“ you shouted at him, your hands still resting on his warm, sharp jawline.
instead of getting defensive, sat just chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated against your palms.
„what’s so funny?“ you snapped, trying to hide how affected you were by his closeness.
„the fact that you're mad at me for waiting in the cold, and not for being a total freak who waited for some gorgeous intern he just met.“
and thaaaaat was the exact moment you eventually cracked and gave him your number. apparently, the second you turned your car keys and drove away from the parking lot, he actually did a high jump out of pure, unadulterated happiness. at least, that’s what he proudly confessed to you later on.
after a whirlwind of late-night dates where he completely spoiled you, and countless afternoons where you sat on the sidelines watching him sweat through soccer training, he finally broke down. he pinned you against his car after a practice, his voice thick with emotion, and asked you to be his girlfriend. he told you he fucking loved you, and honestly, looking into those desperate blue eyes, you couldn't have said no if you tried.
and now, three months later, you were sitting in the VIP section, your chest tight as you watched him play. the score was tied at 0:0, the stadium was a roaring ocean of noise, and there were only four agonizing minutes left on the clock. please, sat. just one goal.
„you’ve got this, gojo!!“ the trainer bellowed from the sidelines, surrounded by a sea of screaming fangirls who were chanting his name until their throats were raw. but sat wasn't looking at them. for a split second, his eyes scanned the crowd, locking directly onto you. he gave you that signature, devastating wink - the one meant only for you now.
with only a couple of seconds left on the ticking clock, the ball was passed to him. it was poetry in motion. sat bypassed the defenders like they were standing still, his powerful thighs flexing as he sprinted down the field. with a sudden, lethal strike of his foot, the ball flew past the goalie, ripping into the back of the net.
the stadium fucking erupted.
„you were amazing! you just know how to make people hold their breath,“ you complimented him the second he picked you up from the vip section, pulling you down into the restricted tunnel.
he gave you a quick, breathless peck on your lips and wrapped one powerful arm around your waist, guiding you along with him.
„only possible because i have the best supporter,“ he flirted, his voice laced with that post-game adrenaline.
„stop it, you charmeur.“
„never.“
he led you straight toward the changing room. after all, the second the winning ceremony ended, he had bypassed the media and ran straight to you, still in his sweaty, mud-stained jersey.
once inside the private space, he chuckled and let go of your waist, walking over to his locker.
„oh, by the way, my mum called me and-„ you were talking, your mind focused on the conversation, but when you casually turned around to face him again, the words completely died in your throat.
he had already ripped his jersey off.
you quickly spun back around, your heart hammering against your ribs. somehow, the sudden sight of him made you completely nervous and utterly overwhelmed.
you couldn't even understand why your body was reacting like this. after all, it wasn't like you hadn't seen him before. he’d sent you plenty of mirror selfies holding his shirt up, teasing you with glimpses of his rock-hard six-pack. he sent you multiple bicep pics. hell, half of them were posted all over his instagram page for millions to see.
but somehow, being trapped in this quiet room, with the heavy, masculine scent of his sweat and the sheer reality of his bare chest just inches away… it completely freaked you out.
„what’s wrong? go on,“ satoru muttered, his voice sounding closer than before.
„erm, where-where was i?“ you stammered, staring hard at the locker door in front of you.
behind you, satoru paused. with a fresh shirt finally pulled over his head, he stepped up right behind you and gently turned you around by your shoulders, forcing you to face him.
„since when is my pretty intern shy? my girl is always so confident,“ he smirked, one corner of his juicy lips lifting up in pure amusement. „is it… is it me that makes you nervous, huh?“
you knew he was only joking around, but it happened to be the absolute, damning truth. when you didn't answer right away, his smirk widened. he knew he was right.
„oh, it is me! how’s that?“ he lifted an eyebrow, his blue eyes dancing with dark amusement.
you couldn't bear the intensity of his gaze, so you dropped your eyes, staring intently at the floor.
„youdontmakemenervous!“ you defended yourself quickly, the words rushing out in one breathless sentence.
„ohimdefinitelymakingyounervous!“ he copied you instantly, a low chuckle vibrating in his chest. he slid his warm fingers under your chin, tilting it up and forcing your eyes to lock back onto his.
„gosh, you’re completely blushed!!! what happened to my confident girl? i need to know!!!“ he actually seemed shocked, his thumb gently brushing across your burning cheek, completely mesmerized by how much power he suddenly held over you.
you were still quiet, your throat tight, completely unable to bring a single word out of your mouth.
„is it my body? you’ve seen it uncountable times already! and i’m pretty sure that as a medical student, anatomy is your daily sight,“ he teased, his blue eyes flashing with pure mischief.
finally, you managed to swallow hard, desperately trying to bring back your professional composure.
„i don't understand it either,“ you muttered, crossing your arms defensively. „anyways, let’s just focus back on my mum. as i was saying—„
you were instantly interrupted by his large, warm hands settling gently onto your hips.
„so i’m right? it’s my body that makes you blush? really?“ he murmured, taking a deliberate step forward. your instincts kicked in, and you immediately took a step back, your spine hitting the cold metal of the locker behind you. you were completely trapped.
satoru stepped right into your space, his chest practically brushing against yours. he leaned down, his lips hovering just centimeters away from your ear, his breath hot against your flushed skin.
„tell me, doctor,“ he whispered, his voice dropping into a rough, gravelly register that made your knees weak. „how does a medical student explain this? clinically speaking, why is your heart beating so fucking fast right now? why is your skin so hot under my hands? you know every single muscle and nerve in the human body… so tell me exactly what i'm doing to yours right now.“
you let out a shaky breath, your hands instinctively coming up to rest against his chest to keep some distance between you. but feeling the hard, solid muscle underneath his fresh shirt only made it worse.
„toru, please…“ you breathed.
„please what?“ he murmured, tracing a slow circle on your hip with his thumb. „you look so fucking beautiful when you’re overwhelmed by me.“
his lips came closer, his dark, heavy gaze dropping to your mouth as if he were about to completely devour you. his large, calloused hands tightened on your hips, lifting you just a fraction so your bodies were completely flushed together, his hard chest pressing against your aching breasts. you could feel the raw, dominant energy radiating off him, his thumb pressing firmly into your skin, anchoring you to him. he leaned in, his juicy lips brushing against yours, just a tease, a breathless promise of what was to come—
when suddenly, the heavy echo of male laughter and loud talking vibrated through the hallway, coming closer to the locker room door. the team was coming in.
the spell instantly broke.
„fuck, let’s go home,“ you gasped, your eyes widening in panic.
you forcefully pushed against his chest, using all your strength to shove him away from you. sat let out a low, husky growl at the loss of contact, but before he could protest, you grabbed his large hand, intertwining your fingers with his, and pulled him aggressively toward the back exit.
he just chuckled, letting you drag him out into the cool night air, his thumb stroking the back of your hand as if to say you can't escape me for long.
some days passed by and you still couldn't figure out what the hell was wrong with you that day. maybe it was the lack of oxygen in the room? or maybe the locker room lights were just hitting his muscles in a weird way? or… maybe you were just experiencing a temporary, stress-induced neurological glitch?
ugh, fuck it. no matter what it was, it was a huge fucking deal because nothing ever made you fold that bad. ever. it didn't make any sense. after all, you’d seen plenty of six-packs and flawless anatomy in your medical studies. it shouldn't have affected you like that.
but no matter what, you still had a massive exam coming up. you needed to focus. luckily, your loving boyfriend happened to be sweet enough to surprise you with a visit, bringing along your absolute favorite dish. you were currently sitting on your bed, heavy textbooks piled on your lap and highlighters scattered everywhere.
„hey, my pretty intern,“ satoru murmured, leaning down to press a soft, warm kiss against your cheek. you didn't even lift your eyes from your paperwork, your pen furiously scratching down notes.
„i just know you haven’t eaten all day because you didn't reply to any of my messages, so i had to bring something over.“ you just nodded absentminded, your eyes scanning the dense medical text.
he tilted his head to the side, his blue eyes looking down at you, filled with pure worry.
„fuck, haven’t you been studying since like this morning?“ he asked, his voice low. you just nodded again.
„fuck, princess, have you taken any breaks at all?“ you shook your head, your fingers gripping the pen tighter.
suddenly, satorut’s large hand reached down and grabbed your books, effortlessly lifting them up into the air and completely out of your reach.
„so, that’s it. half an hour break, now!“ he commanded, his athletic authority slipping out.
in response, you let out a frustrated growl.
„noooo, give it back!!!! i’m not finished,“ you moaned, weakly reaching up to try and grab them, but you were honestly way too exhausted to actually put up a fight.
„not happening, princess. besides, you’ve been preparing for this for two weeks, and last time we talked, you told me you were through all the topics and just needed to memorize it.“ with an effortless stretch of his tall frame, he placed the heavy books on the very top of your bookshelf - a height you could never, ever reach by yourself.
then, his large, warm hands settled onto your shoulders, gently guiding you back down. he sat next to you on the bed, his massive body immediately bringing a wave of comforting warmth to your cold room.
„yeah, and? i’m not one hundred percent ready yet!“ you pouted, crossing your arms.
„pretty sure you are, my little perfectionist,“ he laughed softly, his chest rumbling against your back as he wrapped his powerful arms around you, pulling you back against him into a tight, consuming hug.
you wished you could just cuddle with him for those „thirty minutes“ (which, let’s be honest, would easily turn into cuddling until the next morning), but you were just too fucking determined to be prepared perfectly. you used what little strength you had left and pushed him away, but your timing was terrible. sat stumbled backward across your nightstand, his large frame knocking right into your full drink.
crash.
„shit.“
the brown liquid splashed everywhere, soaking right through the front of his shirt.
„i’m so sorry, haha,“ you laughed, a bit guilty as you stood up from the bed. „wait, i’ll give you a new shirt.“
you walked over to your wardrobe, rummaging through the shelves to search for one of his oversized t-shirts that he had „accidentally“ left behind weeks ago just so he had an excuse to keep coming back.
„no worries, princess,“ satoru‘s voice rumbled from behind you, entirely too calm.
you finally pulled out the clean fabric and turned around, holding up the fresh shirt. „here, you can wear this—„
the words died in your throat. satoru was already standing directly in front of you. completely fucking shirtless.
the weak bedroom lighting traced over every single ridge of his abs, the dangerous dip of his v-line disappearing into his jeans, and the insane breadth of his shoulders. your hands found your face immediately, hiding your eyes behind your palms as your cheeks burned an incandescent red.
„no escaping now, my pretty intern,“ satoru whispered, his voice suddenly thick, dropping into that rough, low register that sent a violent shiver straight down your spine.
before you could even breathe, you felt his large, warm hands wrap gently around your wrists. with effortless, terrifying strength, he slowly pulled your hands away from your face, pinning them against your wardrobe doors on either side of your head. he stepped even closer, trapping you between the hard wood of the closet and the absolute furnace of his bare chest.
you were forced to look at him. his blue eyes were dark, heavy with an intense, burning desire, and that signature smirk was completely gone. replaced by something predatory.
„you’re not in the emergency room now,“ he murmured, leaning down until his juicy lips were brushing against your earlobe, his hot breath making your knees go entirely weak. „and you can’t use your medical books as an excuse anymore. tell me why you’re shaking, princess. look at me and tell me what my body does to you.“
„i—.“
you couldn't bring out any words. your throat was completely dry, your chest heaving against the agonizingly close proximity of his bare skin.
„tell me. no shyness here,“ he demanded, his voice dropping into a commanding, gravelly whisper that made your core ache.
your eyes locked onto his. you wouldn't dare look down at his chest or anywhere else, completely pinned by the sheer intensity of his gaze. the dim, golden light filtering through your bedroom made everything feel ten times hotter, casting deep shadows over his sharp jaw and broad shoulders.
„somehow… it overwhelms me. i can’t figure it out, but your body… it makes my heart do flips, my stomach fill with butterflies, and… it makes me super fucking wet,“ you finally answered, the honest confession slipping past your lips in a breathless rush.
satoru’s blue eyes darkened instantly, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his face.
„oh yeah? that‘s what i do to you, huh?“ he murmured. somehow, he managed to press even closer, his large, solid frame completely molding against yours, his eyes never leaving yours for even a fraction of a second.
„yeah… it’s so strange because i could list every single name of your muscles, tell you every single detail about them, and count up every single function of them… but i’m still completely overstimulated by you.“
satoru let out a low, rough growl at your words, the sound vibrating directly against your chest. his grip on your wrists tightened just a fraction, his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin of your pulses as his gaze dropped down to your lips, heavy with a hunger that made your breath hitch.
satoru’s blue eyes darkened instantly, a slow, dangerous smirk spreading across his face as he absorbed your words.
„yeah? well, then list them,“ he challenged softly.
„what?“ you breathed, your heart stopping.
„isn't that a part of your exam? you want to study, right? use me,“ he murmured, his voice dropping into a rough, commanding register.
the sheer weight of his words made you clench around nothing, a sudden, heavy ache blooming between your thighs. holy fucking shit…
„i can’t.“
„you can,“ he insisted, his gaze burning right into yours.
after one more intense look into his piercing blue eyes, you gave a small, hesitant nod. a satisfied, triumphant smirk broke across his face. slowly, deliberately, he released his tight grip around your wrists, letting his hands slide down to frame your waist as he gave you full permission to run your hands all over him.
with pure hesitation, your hands trembling slightly, you lifted your arms. your touch was incredibly slight, just the barest whisper of skin against skin as you brought your fingers up to the top of his neck, right below his sharp jawline.
your index finger traced the smooth skin over his adam's apple, feeling the heavy, ragged swallow he let out the moment you touched him.
you slid your fingers lower, tracing the thick columns of his neck before your palm flattened against his clavicle - his collarbones - feeling the lethal combination of elegance and pure, solid bone structure underneath.
„m. sternocleidomastoideus,“ you whispered shakily, naming the thick muscle of his neck as your thumb lightly stroked the warm skin.
satoru let out a low, shaky breath, his long eyelashes fluttering shut for a fraction of a second as he leaned his head back slightly, exposing his neck even more to your fingertips, completely at your mercy.
the tension in your room was thick enough to suffocate you. he stood perfectly still, his eyes locked onto yours, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscle ticked. he was letting you take the lead, but the heavy, ragged rise and fall of his chest proved he was barely hanging on.
your trembling finger slid down from his collarbone, tracing a slow, agonizing line right down the center of his chest.
„m. pectoralis major,“ you whispered, your voice cracking slightly as your fingertip dragged across the firm, flexing muscle. you felt the exact moment his heartbeat accelerated beneath your skin - loud, rhythmic, and completely chaotic.
satoru let out a sharp, hiss of air through his teeth. his large hands, still resting on your waist, gripped your hips a little tighter, his knuckles turning white as he fought the urge to pull you against him.
„keep going, princess,“ he growled, his voice incredibly rough, deep, and laced with a desperate kind of torture.
you didn't stop. your finger traveled lower, dipping into the shallow groove in the middle of his torso, tracing the flawless, symmetry of his stomach. you watched his skin ripple with goosebumps under your touch.
„rectus abdominis,“ you breathed, your eyes dropping to watch your own hand against him. you traced the hard ridges of his six-pack one by one, your finger dipping into the deep lines.
satoru let out a low, breathless groan, his head falling back against the wardrobe door with a soft thud. his eyes closed tightly, his abdominal muscles contracting violently under your fingertip as he tried to control himself. he was going absolutely crazy from the light, teasing friction of your touch. it was driving him completely over the edge.
your finger reached the absolute bottom of his stomach, tracing the dangerous, lethal slope of his v-line - the muscle that disappeared directly into the waistband of his low-riding jeans.
„and… m. obliquus externus abdominis,“ you whispered, your nail lightly catching on the edge of his denim.
satoru‘s eyes snapped open, completely dark, the blue completely consumed by his dilated pupils. he had reached his fucking limit.
„fuck the anatomy lesson,“ he groaned.
before you could even gasp, his hands moved from your hips, clamping firmly around your thighs. with one explosive, effortless movement of his athletic frame, he lifted you completely off the ground, pinning your back hard against the wardrobe as your legs automatically wrapped around his waist.
he had reached his absolute breaking point, and there was no going back.
the second your back hit the wardrobe, his mouth slammed down onto yours with a feral, desperate hunger. it wasn't a gentle kiss; it was a total possession. satoru consumed your lips, parting them effortlessly with a low, needy groan that vibrated straight from his chest into yours. his tongue slid into your mouth, tangling with yours in a deep, wet, bruising rhythm that completely stole the remaining oxygen from your lungs.
you let out a muffled whimper against his lips, your hands instantly flying to his hair, burying your fingers deep into those thick, fluffy white strands, pulling him closer as if you could somehow get him beneath your skin.
his large, calloused hands slid up from your thighs, mapping out the curves of your body with an agonizing intensity. one hand anchored itself firmly on your hip, his fingers digging in deep enough to leave faint marks, holding your lower half securely against the solid heat of his crotch. you could feel every single ridge of his hard cock pressing right against your aching, wet center through your clothes. the friction alone made you gasp into his mouth, your legs tightening frantically around his waist.
his other hand traveled up your torso, his hot palm sliding underneath your shirt, grazing your bare ribs before cupping your breast through your bra. his thumb swept over the aching peak, and a ragged sob escaped your throat.
satoru drank the sound in, his lips leaving yours for a split second to trail a line of wet, biting kisses down your jawline, straight to the sensitive spot right under your ear. he bit down softly, making your whole body arch against him.
„you’re so fucking perfect,“ he growled against your skin, his voice completely wrecked and breathless. „tell me what you want, princess. tell me right now.“
the filter was completely gone. the sheer overwhelmingness of him had stripped away every single ounce of your hesitation.
„i want you to fuck me,“ you gasped out, your voice rough and heavy with desire.
satoru froze against your neck for a fraction of a second, his chest heaving violently as he looked up at you, his blue eyes dark, blown out, and completely wild.
„fuck, you sure?“ he breathed, his grip on your thighs tightening.
„hell yeah. fuck me. right fucking now.“
he didn't have to be told twice. satoru let out a low, primal growl, effortlessly lifting you higher against his chest as he carried your weight across the small space of your bedroom.
he leaned over the mattress, gently but firmly laying you down on the center of the bed, his massive, shirtless body immediately hovering over yours, pinning you into the soft blankets.
„whatever my princess wishes,“ he murmured, his voice a deep, gravelly promise against your skin.
he didn't waste another second. his mouth slammed back down on yours for one more bruising, breathless kiss before his lips began to trail downward. he mapped out your body with his mouth, leaving a scorching path of wet, biting kisses down your jaw and the sensitive column of your neck.
when he reached the collar of your shirt, his hands hooked into the fabric. with a quick, fluid motion, he pulled the shirt up and over your head, tossing it onto the floor. his eyes traced your exposed skin, darkening even further as your chest heaved in the cool air.
he leaned down, burying his face in the dip of your collarbone, kissing his way down to the lace of your bra. his clever fingers reached around your back, expertly unhooking the clasp in one smooth move. he swiped the straps down your arms, discarding it, and his mouth immediately captured one aching, exposed peak.
a high, ragged moan escaped your lips, your hands flying back into his fluffy white hair, pushing him closer as his tongue tormented you, tasting every single inch of your skin.
his mouth continued its agonizingly hot descent, sliding down the center of your stomach, tracing the very lines your finger had studied on him just minutes prior. he kissed the soft skin of your belly, his hands moving down to grip the waistband of your pants.
satoru unbuttoned them slowly, his knuckles brushing against your ultra-sensitive skin, making your hips instinctively roll up against his touch.
he slid his large hands inside the denim, slowly pulling the fabric down your legs along with your underwear, completely exposing you to his heavy, burning gaze. you were trembling now, completely open to him, your breath coming in short, needy gasps.
satoru settled back between your thighs, his knees forcing your legs wide apart. his hand came up, his long fingers gently sliding into your wet center, testing how ready you were. a breathless sob ripped from your throat as he found you completely soaked for him.
he looked up, his blue eyes locking onto yours with an intense, consuming gravity, his chest rising and falling heavily.
„look at me, princess,“ he whispered, his voice rough and laced with a desperate kind of restraint. „do you want this? do you want me inside you?“
you locked your eyes onto his, your fingers digging tightly into the bedsheets. „yes. yes, please, toru. right now.“
he let out a dark, ragged growl at your answer, the sound vibrating straight through the mattress.
„thank you, princess,“ he whispered, his voice incredibly thick and heavy with a praise that made your chest swell.
satoru didn’t rush. he lowered his massive, athletic frame back down, settling himself between your wide-open thighs. his hands gripped the soft skin of your inner thighs, spreading you even further for him as his mouth began a slow, torturous ascent.
he pressed deep, burning kisses into the sensitive skin of your legs, moving higher and higher until his hot breath was fanning directly against your completely soaked core.
he paused for a fraction of a second, his blue eyes lifting to lock onto yours, dark with a feral, possessive hunger. you were trembling, your hands tightly fisting the bedsheets as you waited, completely at his mercy.
and then, his tongue finally met your cunt.
the second he tasted you, satoru let out a low, muffled groan against your skin, his eyes rolling back in sheer, unadulterated ecstasy.
„mhmmm, so fucking tasty,“ he growled, his voice vibrating directly against your clit, sending a violent shockwave of pure electricity straight to your core.
satoru buried his face completely in your sweetness. his long, broad tongue swiped upward in one long, wet, firm stroke, drinking in the slick creaminess you were producing for him. a high, breathless shriek ripped from your throat, your back arching off the bed as your hips instinctively chased the devastating friction of his mouth.
he knew exactly what he was doing. his thumbs hooked into your hips, anchoring you to the mattress so you couldn't squirm away from the pleasure.
satoru began to work his tongue in a relentless, agonizingly perfect rhythm. he swirled over your swollen clit, his lips sucking on the highly sensitive flesh while simultaneously sliding two of his long, calloused fingers deep inside your tight, wet heat.
„toru - fuck, toru!“ you sobbed out, your head thrashing against the pillows. the combination of his mouth stretching you open on the outside and his thick fingers stretching you on the inside was completely overstimulating. you were drowning in the sensation, your internal muscles desperately clenching around his fingers.
he abruptly pulled his fingers and his mouth away from your soaking core.
„can't wait any fucking longer. need to be inside you,“ he rasped, his voice completely wrecked as he stood up at the edge of the bed for a split second. with a fluid, desperate motion, he unbuttoned and pulled down his jeans.
your breath caught in your throat as his huge, thick cock jumped out, completely rigid, heavy, and throbbing with a dark purple hue under your bedroom lights.
he climbed back over you instantly, his massive frame trapping you under his weight as he crawled between your trembling thighs. sat grabbed his thick shaft, his knuckles turning white, and brought the broad, wet head of his cock directly against your entrance.
instead of pushing inside right away, he leaned down and rested his forehead against yours, his hot breath fanning over your lips.
he began to tease you, slowly rubbing the length of his shaft up and down against your swollen, dripping clit. the friction of his slick pre-cum mixing with your own wetness made a soft, squelching sound that echoed in the quiet room. you let out a needy whimper, your hips automatically lifting, begging for the insertion.
„toru, please…“ you sobbed.
with a dark, possessive growl, he finally gave in. sat gripped your hips, grounding you to the mattress, and slowly, deliberately began to enter you. the sheer, stretching thickness of him filled you inch by agonizing inch, stretching your tight walls completely to their limit.
„fuck. so tight,“ he groaned out, his eyes closing tightly as his jaw clenched, his abdominal muscles locking up as he forced himself to go slow so he wouldn't break his own restraint.
„fuck!“ you cried out, your hands flying to his broad shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as your internal muscles clamped frantically around his massive width. it felt completely overwhelming, a deep, full ache that filled every single corner of your body.
once he was buried all the way to his hilt, his heavy balls resting against your dripping entrance, he paused to let you adjust. his head dipped into your neck, his chest heaving.
and then, the onslaught began.
satoru started to fuck you with a slow, heavy, punishing rhythm. every time he pulled back, he withdrew almost completely, leaving only the head of his cock inside your soaking heat before slamming back in, bottoming out against your cervix with a deep, flesh-on-flesh slap.
„been waiting for this for so fucking long,“ he groaned against your skin, his pace shifting from slow to relentless. his athletic endurance was terrifying; his powerful thighs flexed with every thrust, driving him deeper and harder into you. your head thrashed against the pillows, your vision blurring with white-hot pleasure as he hit your g-spot with every single stroke.
he lifted his head, his dark, dilated blue eyes locking onto yours as he picked up the speed, his movements becoming frantic, primal, and deeply messy.
„you’re so fucking gorgeous,“ satoru panted, his hand moving up to grip your chin just like he did in the emergency room, forcing you to look at him while he completely destroyed your ability to think. „my little genius doctor… look at what you're doing to me. you're driving me fucking crazy.“
„toru-fuck- harder, please!“ you screamed out, your legs locking around his waist to pull him even deeper into your core.
he let out a ragged, triumphant shout, shifting his hands to lock your wrists above your head, pinning you completely as his hips blurred. the wet, slapping sounds of his body hitting yours filled the room, the scent of sex and your perfume heavy in the air.
„so good,“ he growled, his teeth catching the skin of your shoulder as he delivered three devastatingly deep, hard thrusts that made your internal walls spasm violently. „you're taking me so fucking well, princess. squeeze it for me. just like that.“
just like that, before you could even catch your breath from the sheer intensity of his thrusts, sat gripped your waist with terrifying, effortless strength and flipped you over.
within a single second, you were on your hands and knees, your thighs spread wide and your back arching deeply under his dominant guidance.
the cold air of the bedroom hit your bare, wet skin, but the chill vanished the instant sat crawled up behind you. his massive, shirtless frame completely eclipsed yours, his hot, heavy breath branding the skin of your shoulder blades.
he didn't give you even a moment to adjust. satoru grabbed your hips, his large fingers digging deep into your flesh to anchor you, and slammed his thick, throbbing cock right back inside you from behind.
slap.
a loud, breathless shriek ripped from your throat as he bottomed out instantly, hitting a spot so deep it made your whole body shudder. sat let out a feral, guttural growl, his head snapping back as your tight, soaking walls clamped around his length like a vice.
then, he began to fuck you with absolute, merciless fury.
the pace was brutal. satoru used his raw, athletic power to drive into you, his hips hammering against you with a relentless, rhythm. with every single explosive thrust, the soft, round cheeks of your ass clapped loudly against his hard, flexing hips.
the wet, echoing slaps of skin against skin filled the quiet bedroom, a dirty, intoxicating soundtrack to the way he was completely breaking you down.
you were helpless against his strength, your body tossing forward with every heavy impact, your elbows bending as you struggled to stay on your fours.
satoru leaned down, his massive, sweating chest pressing flat against your back, pinning you beneath his weight. his mouth found the sensitive juncture where your neck met your shoulder, his teeth biting down softly, grazing the skin as his hips continued to blur beneath you.
„look at you,“ he rasped, his voice completely wrecked, thick with a dark, heavy smugness. „who was the one completely overwhelmed just a few minutes ago? huh, princess? you couldn't even look at my bare chest without hiding your pretty face behind your hands.“
he delivered a brutally hard, deep thrust that made your vision go entirely white, a pathetic, broken moan escaping your lips.
„and now look at you,“ he growled, his thumbs stroking the bruised skin of your hips as he pulled back nearly all the way before burying himself to the hilt again. „you're taking every single inch of me from behind, begging for it harder. you're a textbook case of a good girl turning into a total slut for her boyfriend, doctor.“
the dirty talk was the final straw. your mind was completely fried, your medical brain utterly useless as the wave of overstimulation washed over you. your internal muscles began to spasm violently, contracting around his thick shaft in the tight, crushing ripples of a massive, shattering orgasm.
„fuck- toru, i'm coming! i'm coming!“ you screamed into the pillows, your lower half trembling uncontrollably.
satoru let out a loud, triumphant shout at the feeling of you milking him, his grip tightening on your waist until it was painful. his pace turned completely frantic, his hips slamming into yours three more times with animalistic force, chasing you straight over the edge.
„i love you, princess.“
„fuck- i love- i love you so much!“
with one final, devastatingly deep thrust that bottomed out completely against your cervix, satoru froze. his whole body locked up, the muscles in his back and shoulders bunching into hard knots as a low, gravelly roar tore from the very depth of his chest.
he held himself buried deep inside you as his own climax hit him like a freight train. you could feel the hot, heavy pulses of his thick rope of cum pouring into you, filling your womb over and over until you were completely overflowing.
his hips twitched frantically against yours as he milked himself dry, the sheer intensity of it leaving him completely breathless.
for a long, quiet minute, the only sound in the room was the heavy, ragged sound of you both panting.
slowly, his muscles relaxed, and sat collapsed completely over your back, burying his face in your hair. he slid out of you with a soft, wet sound, making you let out a weak whimper as the cool air hit your overstimulated skin.
before you could even move, he hooked his arms under you and rolled both of you onto your sides, pulling your back flush against his chest in a tight, protective spoon.
his skin was hot, damp with sweat, and his heart was still hammering like a war drum against your shoulder blades. satoru buried his face in the crook of your neck, planting a soft, lingering kiss on the skin he had just bruised with his teeth.
„fuck,“ he breathed, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated right against your spine. his large, heavy hand settled over your stomach, pulling you even closer into his warmth. „you are so amazing, princess. my perfect little doctor.“
you were too exhausted to even speak, your body tingling with the residual waves of the orgasm, your mind completely blank. the medical books on the top shelf were entirely forgotten.
satoru chuckled softly, as if reading your mind, his fingers lightly tracing circles on your skin. „rest now. i’ll wake you up in thirty minutes for your study break… or maybe tomorrow morning.“
you let out a faint, tired laugh, closing your eyes as you melted completely into him. you were still entirely overwhelmed by him - but as you drifted off to sleep wrapped in his powerful arms, you realized you wouldn't want it any other way.
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heheee, hope you guys loooove this trope as much as I do 🤭
