It's been a few days since Gojo stabilized, yet he has shown no signs of waking up.
To you, it was ironic in some way, that you ended up helping Shoko. Which was a surprise to you, after all you guys had been rivals. Which was understandable as it's common for the Tokyo and Kyoto establishments to be rivals. You never understood the unnecessary rivalry between schools; you personally thought it was pointless and useless. Yet, you still remember the day your perspective changed, and the meaning behind it.
2006 RANDOM DATE IN SPRING
9AM.
"Why do I need to go?" You sighed as you were talking to your Kyoto teammates.
"No, yeah you're right this is like, so not important, it's only like... a game against our biggest rivals ever??"
You sighed as you looked out the window from the cafe shop you were in, already bored out of your mind. You were never interested in the 'rivalry', personally thinking it was dumb. After getting bored and deciding to leave the cafe with your teammate, you turned your head to the loud noises being produced by a guy. You had never seen such a sight, it was... intriguing? You were watching a white-haired man with the brightest bluest eyes you had ever seen, which where covered by black glasses.
Maybe he was an albino?
You had heard of that. beside the white-haired man, there was a guy with a man bun, with his hands tucked inside his pockets, and a girl around your age with a bob. You grimaced as they walked towards your direction, they were loud -well, only one of them was dreadfully loud.
The white-haired man laughed as he licked his ice cream —that was currently dripping all over his clothes— a sign that spring was slowly shifting into summer. The black-haired guy snickered, and the woman rolled her eyes, as if tired of their raucousness.
Ah.
You squinted your eyes as you understood the situation, they were wearing the Tokyo uniform. You sighed. If these were the people you'd be going against, then it would be even more unbearable than you thought it would be. You let them walk past you as you watched them walk by.
AFTER THE EXCHANGE EVENT.
You huffed as you saw the score, Tokyo won the exchange event. You couldn't say you were too surprised, though your team seemed bummed out. You had broken 4 fingers in the event, though for you it wasn't a big deal. You simply ran a hand over your fingers and healed yourself, although your strength or technique wasn't as great as others, you had one advantage. You were pretty darn good at healing. Your broken fingers healed slowly, still a bit new to RCT. You felt a flow of energy through your veins, it was progress.
"Haven't you heard?"
"No? What happened?!"
"Apparently the Tokyo students are having another game before we leave! I think it was... Baseball?"
"Wait, I'm for sure coming!"
"Yeah! let's go!"
You overheard some of your teammates talking about the so-called game.
I really don't want to go... but I should go, what if somebody gets hurt?
That would make for some good practice.
You soon found yourself going to the baseball game, unfortunately there was a missing team player for Kyoto. And you were the unfortunate picked pitcher.
K10-T10
It was currently a tie. It was the last batter of Tokyo, and to your surprise, it was the white-haired man, once again. And you were the unfortunate pitcher. You had all of Kyoto cheering for your throw, you swung your leg up as you were about to throw. The man holding the bat was getting cheered on with a grin on his face. You watched the ball you threw get hit right back at you, heading right at your head.
Boink!
Gasps were heard as your vision darkened, and you heard the sound of hurried footsteps heading toward you. Your knees hit the ground, and the muttering of curses of a man was heard right above you. You felt a warm liquid seeping through your head. But as your vision got dimmer, it came back. A sudden relief coursed through the wound on your head.
"Dang it! Guess I underestimated my own strength again! Oopsie daisies!"
"No! You are just ass at batting!"
"Gojo..." The man with black hair said with a sigh.
You blinked up, and above you, there were the same 3 clowns you saw at the cafe. "Ugh," You huffed. Then you saw the girl with the Bob, healing you. The worst part was that her technique felt good. For the first time, you felt vividly annoyed.
Your eyebrows furrowed and you brushed her hand off as you healed yourself. She stared and acknowledged, you only stood up and walked away, with new competition.
To you, you hadnt only been humiliated. You had been challenged, and the only thing you were good at was challenged by that girl!
Before you left to go back to Kyoto you spotted the man of the hour. The man who had hit you square in the forehead. He turned his head and his gaze lifted as he spotted you, then he started running towards you. You turned your back on him, to be honest he was the last person you wanted to talk to. He then tapped your shoulder, you sighed, and then turned.
"Im Gojo Satoru...Um, Sorry I guess!" He said with a playful tone. You only nodded and said your name.
"Just don't hit me next time..."
Back to the quiet room where Gojo was hospitalized. You were checking his vitals, and the room was eerily quiet. You felt the air shift and looked down at Gojo's body.
Suddenly...
Gojo’s finger twitched, you flinched and watched as color nearly seeped out of your face, as if a dead man had just woken up from its slumber. His once bright cerulean eyes —Now looked darker, dimmer, like their life had been drained out of him— blinked at the ceiling, the only sound in the room was the sound of machines tracking his vitals and the working AC. You cleared your throat, as you did your usual introduction.
“I'll be your doctor from now on, if you have any questions please don't be afraid to ask. For now, your situation is secret, nobody other than the medical team knows you are alive.”
You looked for any sort of reaction, but Gojo looked beat, as if he had given up. “Gojo Satoru, are you okay?”
Gojo was nearly unresponsive, “Yes, sorry, I'm good” His voice was a bit raspy and low due to his time being unconscious. He started to sit up, your eyes nearly popped out of your sockets as you leaped towards him, “Wait! I don't recommend-” You tried explaining how he shouldn't be sitting up. As he sat up he let out a low groan and a sharp, painful hiss. He put a hand on his snow colored hair, you noticed —he had a headache.
“I'll just heal myself, don't worry doc” He said offering a polite smile
“I don't quite recommend that either, Gojo, you do understand that you can't use RCT right now, right? You went through serious brain damage, if you were to use RCT, I don't think your body would physically be able to sustain itself.”
You couldn't help but grimace and furrow your eyebrows as you mentioned his brain damage, thinking back on how his brain was nearly unsalvageable. His hand stayed holding his head as he opened his other hand to look at himself, as if he didn't believe he was alive either.
His eyes seemed to widen a fraction in disappointment as he discovered his inability to use any cursed energy.
“You won't be able to do that for a while” You mentioned. He slowly nodded, not bothering to look up at you, he flinched at the sudden pain his brain was in. You helped him get back down on the cold uninviting bed, and put your hand on the back of his head as you used RCT to ease his pain. “That… actually helps a lot…” He said as the painful waves coursing through his head seemed to subside, he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep. Leaving you in a silent hospital room.
It's been a few days since Gojo woke up; unfortunately, he fell asleep before you could do any tests on him. Therefore, today was the day you would run some tests and make sure he was functioning in the ways his body should be. And make sure you and Shoko didn't fuck up any of his nerves.
You started with a light knock on the heavy wooden door before opening, and there you saw the blue-eyed man staring back, as if he had just been awakened.
“Good Afternoon, Gojo Satoru,” You politely said. You couldn't help but notice the fatigue that the man carried in his eyes, completely contrasting the obnoxiously loud man that you'd last seen. You cleared your throat as you kept talking.
“Today I'm running some tests on you, it's nothing that requires much movement. Since your body is not able to do that yet…” He could only stare at you for a beat before sighing, and running a hand through his hair, as he huffed. “Fair enough” He lightly smiled, you moved towards him to help him sit up from his bed. You did the basic tests, blood pressure, BMI, etc.
“Deep breath in.” You said, not loud enough to hurt his ears from the close proximity of your bodies. Yet, you didn't speak too quietly so as not make him strain his sense of hearing, as you put the cold stethoscope on his back. You could hear his lungs work, and you wrote down the results.
“Looking good so far,” You murmured more to yourself than to him. You then started touching his ankles and feeling his legs, you looked up.
“You can feel this right? Is everything feeling good?”
“Very sore,” Gojo responded, nodding at the information with a small smile. Well, he's gonna be feeling like that for a while.
“Doctor…” Gojo said
You looked up as you stopped moving your pen, “Yes?”
“I don't want any visitors. I'm not ready for them” He scratched the back of his neck as he talked.
“I understand.” You softly nodded, as you took note of that. After all, he's lost his sole purpose, he probably doesn't want to be defenseless, weapons like him aren't defenseless. Gojo looked at his legs and decided that standing up seemed like a great idea, so he attempted to get up. He grunted as he stood up, his legs ached quite a bit. You gasped but noticed that he wasn't doing so bad, “Okay, okay I think that's enough for now Gojo-”
“I can't… I can't walk” Gojo remarked, his eyebrows shooting up, beyond disbelief.
“That's…Normal. I didn't expect much, don't worry you'll eventually be able to walk. Don't expect your legs to work after getting them stitched together within a week” You explained with a bit of humor behind it. He ran a hand down his face with a slight huff as he smiled.
“You are right,” He said, as he sat back down and it seemed as if a light bulb lit on top of his head, then he winced. You got worried for a second before he spoke again.
“Gosh, is this real? Doc, you've gotta help me out here, I don't want a catheter in me!” he let out a whine before laughing about it.
You giggled along with him, “We’ll take that off once you can walk yourself to the restroom,” The once cold and repressed room shifted the lightest bit, tension eased a slight tinge. "Thanks for cooperating, I'll be back in a few days." You informed him one last time before gathering your charts from the tests you had taken.
Before you left he let out one last claim, "Doc,"
"Yes?"
"I only request you as my doctor, I won't let anybody else help me. No visitors. No other doctor, please"
You looked at him and softly nodded, acknowledging his request.
He gave you one last polite smile as you left the room.
Word count- 2.3K or smthg
Authors Note- Thinking about making a mini series, its small for not but its good practice since these are my first few fics written
Warnings: Mentions of intestines, wounds, a bit of blood if you squint a bit.
“And is the body still alive?”
“Well- its alive enough” Says Shoko
Everybody knew that Gojo's fate would be inevitable, that hope couldn't save his suicide mission, it's a responsibility he carries for being born the strongest. The car that was currently going at top speeds zoomed by the city, the sound of its motor loud on empty roads. You were taking the quickest way to get to Tokyo, as you played with your phone as you waited. Completely unfazed by the scandal.
“Hurry up!” yelled Shoko, while you got ready for probably the most important surgery you'd do in your whole career. Shoko is already in her uniform, while you finish putting the tight, and cold latex gloves. Shoko focuses on keeping Gojos intestines inside his body.
You have only one job as she works on putting his torso together, which was to keep healing his brain. His brain had undergone so much cerebral damage that you questioned your skills as one of the best healers in Kyoto. “No way...” You murmured as you healed his brain with RCT (Reversed Curse Technique).
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It's been well over 3 hours since you and Shoko started the surgery, she worried about every nerve ending being connected, while you kept healing his brain which had basically turned into jelly after his battle. The procedure was a mess, making you push and over use your own technique. The sounds of working AC, and the snap of scissors cutting through skin filled the room.
Until a weak, and small pulse of life twitched on your fingers, alarms went off in your head –there was still hope. “S-Shoko! It's responding, h-his brain!” You called out as she finished stitching his body back together, but as you talked your words where turning into mush, feeling heavy and slurred. You had been healing for hours straight —you felt warm blood trickle down your nose as you healed— Actively over using your RCT. Your head spinned, must be the consequence of overusing your technique —you were slowly zoning out.
Shoko immediately helped maintain the body stable, you stepped back to stay out of her way as the rest of the medics rushed to maintain his stability, as your own brain nearly shut down. Unfortunately, your eyes gave out.
Immediately after stabilizing Gojo you were sent straight to the break stations for doctors, you laid in the bed as you rested your RCT .The decision was made.
You were going to be Gojo Satoru's official doctor.
WC- 356 Words.
Authors note: This is just a small lil smthg, im thinking about making this a lil mini series. Already started working on the next chapter actually, so I hope the intro is a bit interesting.
It's been a week since you caught Sukuna getting off your pillow.
It's been a week of silence.
It's been a week since you've had a good night's sleep –half because of stress, the other half might be because you can't get his pretty cock out of your head– but anyways...
Can't believe it's been that long, TigerHybrid!Sukuna has always had the special talent to ignore and avoid you — a little thing he learned while in your care.
"Sukuna we need to ta-"
Sukuna walks right past you and brushes his tail right into you, as if he were brushing you off. Quite literally. And you were growing tired of this treatment, because at the end of the day, he's your Hybrid!
Today you come home after a long day and as you close the house door, you notice how Sukuna isn't already waiting for you, Weird. You noted, but ever since the pillow incident he's been skipping the sniffing inspections. “I'm home!” You yell, then as you take off your shoes —You immediately hear the undeniable sound of fabric getting ripped by claws, and a groan.
You walked towards the living room, already expecting destroyed pillows, maybe destroyed clothes, the usual. Instead, you saw Sukuna clawing your couch with his extended sharp claws, “S-Shit!” He was sweating and panting. You instantly ran towards him, noticing that something was wrong, your face twisted in concern.
“What's wrong?” You asked as your eyes trailed over his body, searching for anything that could be causing the commotion.
Oh.
You looked down to find the cause of the problem. His sweatpants held a heavy tent, his dick was prominent and it looked like it ached. You swallowed and looked at his eyes,
“Dumb human- dammit - Fucking Rut started” He said as he wiped off some sweat from his forehead.
“Umm, okay well, is there anything I can do to help?” You immediately pulled out your phone frantically, in search of solutions. Wild fingers tapping furiously against the phone.
Aha!
You found something that might be the answer...."Runt supplements" every box seemed to be checked off as you read the article.
Oh.
You deadpanned. It was out of stock. Out of luck. Sukuna growled and looked up, he winced at the pain.
"Okay... you can help me release my knot, it might help" Sukuna panted, his voice was hoarse and deep, he was losing the battle against his own boner.
You were going to originally decline. Of course, you thought it was weird. But when you looked into Sukuna's painful eyes, it honestly scared you. You had never seen Sukuna in pain –especially by his boner. But the point was that, he was now in a vulnerable state that you could help him handle. You slowly melt from your standing position, to getting on your knees on the soft carpet, between his giant meaty thighs.
With shaky hands, you hooked your fingers on Sukuna's waistband, while looking at your Hybrid one last time for confirmation. But the tiger hybrid was growing impatient, after waiting for who knows how long. He huffs.
"Get my dick out already and jerk it, owner." He snarls, as you finally dip the fabric down and take a peek at it. As you pulled it off the reaction to the action was immediate. An angry and painfully hard, heavy dick was pointing towards you, it was so thick it could barely smack itself on his abs.
You don't think you have ever seen anything as big, or as prettier than the sight you are witnessing. I mean you have seen him naked multiple times before, but not with a needy, metal-hard boner. He had the cleanest and most perfect happy trail you had ever seen. His dick was long, thick, and heavy, and a mushroom tip was angry red from the lack of attention, with a juicy vein on the underside of his cock. You poked at it, and experimentally wrapped a hand around the base of his dick, as the other rubbed his thickly muscled thigh.
Fucking hell, your fingers barely touched when they were wrapped around his huge cock.
"Are you gonna put it in your mouth?" Sukuna asked impatiently.
"First of all, I'm enjoying the view give me a second. And second of all, I'm trying to figure out the dimensions of this monster to try to figure out how the hell I'm gonna fit that inside my mouth," You answered with a smart-mouthed remark.
"Sukuna, I don't think this monster of a co-" You were cut off as Sukuna grabbed the base of his own dick to slap your face his his cock.
He smeared his pre on your lips, making them more shiny and plump. You licked your lips, to be met with the salty yet deep flavor of his pre-cum. Then started pumping your hands in an up and down motion, slowly. You spat on the tip, then used your hands to stroke the spit down his long shaft.
You added a little more twist, a few curses left Sukuna's lips as he let himself lie back and enjoy the feeling of getting jerked off. "When are you goin' to put it inside your mouth, woman" His voice was a bit more hoarse and deep from stimulation, his rut making him way more sensitive.
You started by sticking out your tongue and licking from the base of his cock to his red and sensitive tip. He shuddered at the sensation of your hot tongue on him. You drew some small kisses on it, then the kitten licked the slit of his tip. Then you nearly dislocated your jaw to take him into your mouth, your tongue slid on the underside of his cock, as you were struggling to work the motion out. His knot was already building slowly. He dug his hand into the roots of your hair, not pushing just yet.
"Breathe through your nose, you'll be fine," Sukuna seemed to be talking you through it, you wanted to respond but your mouth was too busy while it was full of dick.
"Good, now suck on–Shit, not too hard! Im not your fucking lollipop– suck gently, find a rhythm and relax your damn jaw" You twitched as you accidentally sucked harshly on his sensitive tip, you started relaxing your jaw. You started going at your own pace.
Up and down
Up and down
You bobbed your head into sukunas dick, you slowly went the slightest bit further down as your head bobbed down. He could only grip the couch's armrests harder. Your pace was slow but it was getting better, sucking more as you got to the tip then back down as far as your throat allowed.
Up and down
Up and down
Sukuna was one impatient tiger, the hand that was buried in your hair started to push you down his base. You immediately gagged and choked on it, a hum vibrating directly through sukunas dick. He grunted this time,
"Fuck! That's it -play with my balls, dammit- taking it so good," something inside of his snapped, he started to hold your head still and thrusting into your mouth. Your hand massaged his balls as he had mentioned as his ruthless hips snapped on your mouth. Your mouth gagged and choked, on his length. His rough pubes brushed against the tip of your nose, but you still hollowed your cheeks to suck and provide suction on the veins on his dick.
"Slut, taking your pet's cock like a g-good girl" he growled, he could only let out a mix of curses and groans. The feeling of your throat contracting on his length, trying to gag it out only drove him closer to an orgasm. He'd rather fuck your throat than hump a pillow any day. You started to get cock-drunk, your eyes were feeling heavy as your wet arousal nearly dripped from your thighs, and your eyes shifted to stare at his eyes.
His hips only got faster, while his knot enlarged, he fucked your throat as if he hated you. He set a punishing rhythm. He noticed your eyes on him, "Do you like t-this? Do you like to choke on dick?" He was panting and groaning more, his low baritone only hypnotized you.
You could only nod at him, as he continued his assault. As you let out a tear from your fucked out, cockdrunk gaze, Sukuna couldn't stop his head from thinking about how beautiful and captivating you were.
"C-cum, I'm about to fill this –keep sucking like that– fucking mouth up with my seed, you better take it. Don't waste a drop."
He warned with a sharp hiss. You felt his balls tightening, his knot expanding more until his head flashed white and the only thing he felt was the pulse of your throat. After letting out a loud curse and grunt, he buried his seed deep into your throat as you kept sucking him in and gagging on him as he kept his brutal pace, you twisted and pumped on his swollen knot.
You milked his cock dry, until his hips stopped rocking. He was huffing and heavily breathing from the energy and work it took to cum that hard. You tucked his dick back in his pants, as you wiped a drop of his cum that managed to spill out with a finger. Only to suck the drop back into your mouth.
"...."
"...."
You felt an awkward silence, post-nut clarity was hitting Sukuna like a bus. While you were just thrilled to bother Sukuna.
"So...how was the head?" You offered.
"You just had to ruin the silence, didn't you?" He complained.
"Well?" You raised an eyebrow
"Fine. You did well, best fucking head. Never had my dick sucked like that, 10 out of 10 head. Come back again. Seriously, I mean it."
You laughed at that, as you finally stood back up, your own arousal felt sticky on your thighs. His nose sniffed the air, and his ears twitched. In his mind, he was delighted to have found the source of such a sweet essence in the room. You tried to walk away to get him something to cool him off with, but you were stopped by the flick of his tail that caught your attention.
"Ha. We'll, we'll, it seems to me that I'm quite hungry, woman."
"Oh, well, let me grab something from the-" You couldn't finish the sentence before Sukuna started
"I want to devour that pussy." He bluntly said.
Sigh, here we go again.
After all, this is only the start of his rut.
Word count- Around 1.4k
Authors note-
Well, another post of TigerHybridSukuna! Since i got bored this week. Sorry for the late post, this was more smutty than the last one. I hope it was half decent I just started writing
TigerHybridSukuna!Who hates your guts, for somebody who lives rent-free under your OWN roof. Constantly getting his claws stuck on the couch, giving the poor couch multiple battle scars. If you leave an unattended beverage? He will knock it off the counter with one swat of his hand —fully knowing it's yours, of course— watching as the beverage spills everywhere, and then fleeing the scene once he hears you scramble.
TigerHybridSukuna! The overgrown cat, who slowly warms up as you give him more attention and take more care of him, seems like the overgrown cat only needed some more attention to fix the attitude. Sukuna actually is pretty cool, telling you about his perspective, and you get to see his real personality.
TigerHybridSukuna! Who's made daily smelling inspections a thing. Every time after a long day at work, he can't help but rush towards you, smell your neck, and nearly every inch of your body.
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Sukunas is on all fours in front of you, head buried deep into your clothed pussy, taking the deepest inhale you've ever witnessed. "Oh! Sukuna! Off! Pervert." You pushed his face away from your pussy as you yanked on his hair, his only response was a low groan and a growl.
TigerHybridSukuna! Who basically still thinks he owns the house, and pays all the bills as he walks around the house naked in all his glory.
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You went downstairs after a nice —much needed— beauty sleep. You yawned and rubbed your eyes at the harsh morning sun as you were ready to enjoy your day off from work. You take a look at the couch as you finish your morning smoothie to find Sukuna, lying with their legs spread, yawning, as their tail moved a bit at your presence. Okay. The carpet does not match the drapes. You noted mentally. It was so early in the morning, you didn't have the rage in you to raise Hell. You simply moved one of his legs to sit beside him as you drank your morning smoothie. Sukuna's only reaction was a slight ear twitch from the touch.
TigerHybridSukuna! Whose rut isn't even here yet, but manages to hump every pillow in sight?!?
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You knew something was wrong the second you set foot into your house; there was no pitter-patter of heavy padded feet coming towards you. There were no smelling inspections tonight, which was weird, since Sukuna made sure it was an everyday requirement. Immediate worry struck down your spine, and you quickly took off your shoes as you made a quick search for Sukuna downstairs. Not in the living room, or kitchen...weird. You noted as you walked through the halls, your next move was to go upstairs!"Sukuna?" You said his name as you went up the stairs, searching every room as if it held a clue to where Sukuna was. Eventually, you reached your own room, and you heard a loud and deep growl. As your heart basically dropped to your ass, you practically busted the door open as you took in the scenery. There was your troublesome hybrid, Sukuna laying on your bed, humping your pillow. Sukuna was naked, breathing heavily, sweating, and humping your already wet pillow, which proved that this wasn't the first time he's done this. His groans and growls filled the room, deep thrust hitting your pillow as he sniffed your sheets, his throbbing knot was almost hypnotizing. You watched as your pet hybrid basically bred your pillow, his thrusts getting messy and sloppy as his cum dripped from his thick knot, his groans filling the room. He didn't stop until reaching overstimulation, when you finally screeched and yelled.
"Sukuna!! What are you doing?!?"
Sukuna only stared at you as he finally sat up, his dick slowly starting to grow soft. "Yeah, yeah, have fun cleaning your pillow." He simply said, as he crawled off the bed and exited your room as if he didn't just get caught cumming on your pillow. Yeah, you'll have to talk to him after this one.
Authors note-
Yeah its a shitty post but, if yall like it ill make another part, hope it wasnt too bad💔
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