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Nothing Is Lost - G.S.

Synopsis. Research on the Herwi clan of Pandora is both sparse and sacred. Current reports claim the existence of an icebound Na’vi residing in the bitter sub-zero mountains of Pandora: snow-white and unforgiving, as elusive as the fleeting snowflakes. Though physical evidence of these people are so far non-existent, and so are the eyewitnesses alive to tell the tale.  As a scientist on Pandora, you have only one goal: to prove the existence of the Herwi clan. As olo’eyktan of the Herwi clan, Gojo Satoru has only one goal: to make you his mate.

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!scientist!reader, Na’vi!Gojo, Avatar AU, based on James Cameron’s movies, snow Na’vi, hidden tribes, snowy setting, scientific research, Shoko cameo, plot, culture, Na’vi language (translations at the end), Eywa, YEARNING Gojo, fated mates, size differences (he’s 11 feet), oraI (f + m rec.), standing oraI, pússydrúnk Gojo, fìngering, bíting, spìtting, cervìx kìssin’, trying to fit, he’s BIG big, feraI Gojo, tummy buIges, pressing down on it, MANHANDLlNG, matíng presses, monsterf-ing (Na’vi), rough s, stopping you from running, p sIapping, p talking, dúmbifícation, chokíng, cIit pinching, he’s slightly lNSANE, slight bréeding, mentions of kids, overstím, creampíes, cúmfIation, cúmpIay, bonding, happy ending, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 15.2k

A/N. This one’s to all the lovely babygirls who’ve been begging for this heheh, I lob you all <33

“Satoru of the snow—once the ice disappears so shall your name.” One amongst the elder members of the Hunt sighs.

Gojo Satoru was a phantom figure before them. He led the way—towering and lithe. Long ivory hair dancing in the flurry. Bioluminescent freckles upon skin such a pale blue that it was practically white. Even amongst the Herwi, Gojo stood out.

Their olo’eyktan. Their leader. 

He cuts a pathway through the wind and snow, carrying the carcasses of several snow beasts that he’d hunted himself. They rested upon his strong shoulders - the group’s largest catch, as always - and Gojo was unyielding to the howl of Pandora’s highest peaks. These mountains were a crown upon the young Na’vi’s head.

The elder clicks his tongue, “Do you not believe it is time for this clan to see our olo’eyktan mated-”

“So let the snow melt.” Had it been anyone but Gojo Satoru, then these words would be lost to the snowstorm. “But I shall forever remain waiting for my mate.”

“But the absence of a tsahìk-”

“Mawey- do slow down.” For not the first time since their trek started, Gojo is turning his head behind him. He might have been a firm leader, but he wasn’t unfair. He watches the Herwi hunters that extend from his feet to far beyond hills of ice and frost - some middle-aged and weathered by the snow already, some fresh-faced and cold with the eagerness to prove themselves. Following them were six-legged canines they called txeylan—powerful hinds pulling sleds piled high with hunt. “The younger ones are having trouble keeping up.”

Gaping, the elder looks between his leader and the younger members near the middle of their group. Flanked by older Na’vi. “But- but olo’eyktan-”

He’s looking up at the irritated sky, “I will see no further talking.”

Though there is an easy smile across his face, the elders know not to cross him. Senior in age—only age. 

They bowed their heads and looked away above all because he is their leader, but below that - deep, deeeeeep below what their prides would allow them to ever admit - because they knew he was stronger. The strongest.

The heir born of a blizzard, Satoru of the snow. 

It was said he opened his eyes during the coldest night of that year. Ice-blue. Bitter blue. Like the pools of crystallized water that the Herwi people would dance their celebrations upon - and that night they held the longest celebrations to date. Arms in arms and singing songs. And giving thanks and giving the young his first taste of snow. 

And though the position of olo’eyktan had an aspect of inheritance to it either way, it was undeniable that the world had just borne their future leader.

He’d grown up taller than other Na’vi his age. Stronger. Stormy flurries wherever he stepped, and a blizzard himself. 

There almost seemed to be a gap between him and everyone else.

Gojo had been sixteen when he was officially granted the mantle of ‘The Strongest’ by the clan. It was only about time, and only because of the elders’ reluctance that it’d taken this long.

And now it was impossible to say whether he was more loved or respected as a leader: the more boisterous of the younger Na’vi certainly loved him, the elders couldn’t stand him, the ones of mating age just couldn’t get enough of him. Though it was all for naught.

In all the twenty-eight years that he’d sifted through these snows - in all the ten years since he’d come of age - Gojo hadn’t so much as looked at another with a degree of infatuation.

Not for a lack of propositions- in fact, if you asked his attendants then they’d tell you that Gojo had a surplus of propositions. At least five Na’vi would stroll up the familiar pathway to his underground hut, calling out sing-song wishes to braid his hair, to walk amongst the ice glaciers together, to mend his fur clothes. 

Hopefuls. 

His attendants were ordered to send them all away with a gift from the olo’eyktan and a firm rejection (though, Gojo finds that that certainly didn’t deter them…)

They just didn’t seem to understand why such a suitable young Na’vi seemed to be waiting…watching…for something even he himself didn’t seem to understand. Always turning his blue eyes to the skies, ever since he was a child, always, always-

Gojo stops in his tracks.

One of his arms raises to halt the procession behind him. 

The Na’vi hunters freeze.

The Na’vi hunters let their tails swish.

The txeylan sniff the air.

Gojo’s long pointed ears twitch in every direction before resting in a single direction up ahead - where the belly of the snow seemed to swell with something. Something that the recent snowstorm had swallowed.

“Olo’eyktan…” One of the younger Herwi behind him whispers. “What is it?”

“Mawey. It might be a dead snow beast.” He hisses, though he knew that wasn’t right. It wasn’t uncommon for even the creatures of these terrains to be bested by nature. But something about the figure in the snow was…different from the hounding things they hunted. Much more delicate, much more scrunched in on itself.

Gojo keeps his hand held high in the air and passes on his hunt to the nearby clansmen. Still holding onto his bow and arrows, he edges closer. “Ì’awn- the clan stays here while I investigate.” Leaving no room for a word edgewise.

The wind whips his long hair and kuru as the Na’vi steps closer. And some maddened part of him almost feels that it was as though Eywa, their goddess, herself was trying to get him to stay away.

But an even madder part of him wanted to get closer—needed to get closer.

He was being drawn in.

Making not even a single noise with his padded feet, he’s crouching down before the unmoving figure and using his long skeletal fingers to wipe away those dredges of snow. 

Away from a face—

He gasps.

The rest of the Herwi startles behind him, “What is it- what is it, olo’eyktan?”

“Is it a snow beast? Must we commence the rituals-”

“Cease! Are those fingers it has-”

“Five?”

But Gojo doesn’t answer their queries, instead he’s silently pressing his ear to the swell of the body’s chest and—ba-dump!

Listening to that faint heartbeat.

He’s not sure how this little human was still alive, and he pulls back to look at them- the first he’s ever seen. Gojo has already heard the whispers from other Na’vi clans, of these aliens named mankind whom had settled upon Pandora a few years ago.

He’s heard about humanity’s wits, their machinery, their greed.

He’s heard of the way they’ve hurt his people.

But he’s never seen one up so…close. Were they all this small? How could something so small be so destructive?

Gojo tilts his head down at you and runs one of his cold indexes down the side of your masked face, did they all look so hurt by the cold? He can’t imagine that it didn’t hurt- after all, the only reason that the Herwi had managed to reside in these mountains for hundreds of years was because of its harsh environment. Not human nor animal nor Na’vi wanted to be here—but Gojo always loved this place, as did his people.

He wondered whether it was such passionate love or hate that drew the little human in his arms to climb such peaks. To come this far. 

He can’t help but lean down and scoop the human up into his arms.

“O-olo’eyktan what is the meaning of this-”

“Fnu- shhhh.” Gojo responds in his native language, “She’s resting.”

The olo’eyktan carries the human all the way back the treacherous path to his clan huts.

And every time he looked down, he could see the way that smaller body fell and rose with each faint breath. He could see the flying of human-made coats that did nothing to fight off the cold of Pandora. He could see the pen and notebook stuffed inside it as if they were the most precious treasure of all.

He can see you.

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Day #1 in the Herwi village: 

Woke up in what seems to be the healer’s hut, a wide insulated space that is more or less steeped into the underground with a berth of the entrance AS (above snow). Capped dome on top. Walls are composed of wooden planks on the interior flanked by compact ice from the outside, decorated in the thick furs of what appears to be snow beasts. Long book shelves. Kindling lantern of something bioluminescent and emitting heat. Shockingly warm inside. Vents are present but small to prevent an excess of thin air. Separate storage spaces and areas for examination, implications of advanced surgery and medical procedures taking place far beyond what we humans can understand.

Though Herwi healing techniques seem to be similar to that of other Na’vi clans (particularly the Omaticaya) in terms of relation to Eywa and natural resources, it must be noted that Herwi healing makes prominent use of ice for anti-inflammatory and vessel constricting methods.

Sparse presence of herbs and more emphasis on pressure points (for a copy of the Herwi circulatory system diagram see Page 8…), though the olo’eyktan reassures that there are a multitude of flora endemic to the Pandoran heights. 

The olo’eyktan seems particularly eager to give a tour?

With your eyes blinking open…you think you’ve died and gone onto whatever there was afterwards.

It would’ve been just like you to meet your demise during the pursuit of your research- the higher-ups at your laboratory predicted the same thing. The last thing you remember before blacking out was feeling faint - weeks of hiking up this arduous peak and you’d run out of your provisions a few days ago, surviving on only melted ice to fill your belly. At least, until the sudden threat of a snowslide had resulted in you abandoning your tent and bags behind for escape.

From then on it had only been: you, your pen, your notebook with your research, your translator, and your burning passion to find the Herwi.

It was no surprise that you didn’t last long.

But you suppose you just didn’t expect the ‘afterwards’ to be a blue, blue summer sky. 

Oh—how you missed the cloud-frothed ocean of blue down on Earth. It was never quite the same on Pandora, and you’re just beginning to wonder whether heaven was really home-

“Yawne, txen?”

Before your muddled mind realizes that this really wasn’t your sky after all.

What you were looking up into were the eyes of a Na’vi warrior.

He’s leaning his overlarge body above yours, and you’re pressing yourself flatly against a mattress—one that was made of copious amounts of furs and the softest spun wool to make you feel as though you were floating up on the clouds.

But the farther you’re getting, the more he dwarfs you with his curious peering.

Closer.

And the only thing you can do is look up into his handsome blue face- the lightest of blues you’ve ever seen. 

Now, you have to start this off by saying that every single Na’vi you’ve seen was beautiful—every single one of them. 

But you don’t think you’ve ever seen someone like him before: long white hair, blue eyes almost like a Metkayina, and glowing spots scattered like snowflakes across his cheeks. Heavy eyelids. Taller than your average Omaticaya. Perhaps a bit bulkier, as well.

If you tilted your head just past his looming figure then you could take in the tufted fur clothing he wore, slightly more coverage than of Na’vi from the more tropical areas; with patterns of rosettes peaking out wherever his skin was exposed and dotted like a fainter version of a snow leopard’s. From your own planet.

But you were not on your own planet.

Far from it.

You’re realizing with a jolt that he was one of the Herwi clan-

“Are you…” And though you’d dreamed and wished and hoped for this day for so long—right now you find yourself absolutely speechless. “Are you- fuck.”

To which he only beams- “Nga lu rusey- oh, nga lu rusey.” His pearly white teeth are on full display, one little dimple crinkling at the edge of his smile. He just looks so handsome like this that you almost lose your breath- no. It must be the hypothermia that’s getting to you. It must be. And if you didn’t know any better then you’d have said that he almost sounds utterly relieved—“Oe'm lefpom. Txen? Lu nga txen? Tsal pung?”

“I ah…” Mouth dropping open. Shit—your translator!

Before he can say anything more, you’re digging in your coats- or at least attempting to. It doesn’t take long for you to shuffle behind the thick blankets and realize that you weren’t wearing those humanly thin layers you did when climbing up the mountain. Well-fitted for the Earth’s cold, but not for the harsh ever-winters of Pandora.

Instead you were wearing…a thick woolen coat?

Much too large on you- almost comically so. It had sleeves that reached a few feet past your fingertips, draped down to your toes, and enough space that you could hide at least five of you inside it. 

No translator.

No pen. No notebook-

He sees this smaller figure fluttering about worriedly and tilts his head curiously, “‘Upe lu nga fwew?” Before handing you your notebook and pen from a table behind him.

“Pardon? Ah- thank you so much—!” You beam at him, and he beams back. But looking into his blue eyes once more, you feel a sudden sense of helplessness wash over you. “But I’m sorry, I still can’t understand you.”

At this the Na’vi furrows his pale brows - you’re not quite sure whether he knew what you were saying, but he seemed to have picked up on your emotions. Nudging his large face against yours with a purring sound, “Yawne? Oe'd tìng aynga.”

And a part of you somewhat melts- “I said I really can’t- hahah.” You half-heartedly try to push his incessant face away with a laugh, taking particular delight in noting how happily his tail was swishing. Fluffier with more fur than you’ve observed on other types of Na’vi, also covered in pretty rosettes that swayed to and fro.

It’s right now that you wished you had the patience to stay behind and immerse yourself more in the Na’vi language lessons your laboratory had provided. Most scientists didn’t even go out into the field until they were experts - but you were too antsy, too greedy to know. Something seemed to have called you here whether it cost you your life.

Given you’d picked up on some phrases here and there, but it seems that the Herwi had a different accent from the clips played in those listening tests. Slightly softer, slightly more of a whisper.

Like the breath of winter, his words cooled your mask and heated up something entirely different inside of you. “Oe pey ngim krr.”

Before you know it, the Na’vi clasps both your hands in his—and you’re startled by just how large they are, just how cold. You’re analyzing the way his pale fingers hold your own as if it was all that was tender in the world.

Intertwining.

“Ngim krr.” He looks at you with those azure eyes seriously, opening up the palm of your right hand and touching his to yours. Palm against palm. Breath against breath. “Nìt'iluke.” 

You get the feeling that you were missing something very important- “I’m sorry I really wish…I’m so sorry to ask any more of you- I really am. But have you happened to see my translator anywhere?”

“Tìnga’prrnen?” He cocks his head in confusion, trying to mouth the word.

“Erm- yes?” Hoping that he understood you, “My translator—” You emphasize the syllables- “It’s a little device to understand you-”

You’re gesturing between the two of you- and you swear you see the light blue Na’vi pale. “Tìnga’prrnen? Oe?”

“Yes?” You knew that ‘oe’ referred to oneself.

He balks- maybe you were getting through to him? “Nga new ne kanom oe tìnga’prrnen-”

“Skxawng.”

Before he’s suddenly cut off by a hard smack to the back of his head- and you’re looking up just in time to see another Herwi Na’vi enter the hut. The dimorphism between this particular strand of Na’vi wasn’t anything too prominent, you find - both were tall, both were pale, both had long tails and rosettes scattered across their agile bodies.

The only real difference was that the one at your bedside was more rugged, with even more pure-white beads woven into his hair. Though that you could chalk up to their separate duties within the clan.

She walked inside as though she owned the place, throwing her long loose hair behind her shoulder. She doesn’t even flinch as she shuts the other man up—as she brings out a black earpiece from behind her and hands it to you. “I believe this is yours. It was dropped in the rush outside.”

“O-oh!” You’re surprised to find that it was none other than your translating device. Taking it gratefully, “Thank you so so much.”

“Don’t mention it.” 

At your baffled expression - as far as you knew, the Herwi were the last remaining uncontacted clan of Na’vi, with no knowledge of humankind nor their many languages. “I learned your language from my books-” Gesturing around her - you were right to assume that this was her hut, filled to the brim with ointments and books. Mostly of Na’vi origin, but you could spy a few in English and Japanese. “-sent by friends in the Omaticaya. I find your human stories are…quite amusing.”

“I see.” You breathe.

She gestures at herself, “Ieri Shoko of the heart.” Then at the male Na’vi member, “Gojo Satoru of the snow. I apologize for him, he is our olo’eyktan- also the one that found you.”

“So you’re my saviour.” You’re looking towards him- Gojo once more. He catches your eyes and looks away with a pale blue hue dusting his face. “Irayo nga.” Giving your thanks (one of the few phrases you could speak with complete confidence). 

You’re looking towards him- He shudders, “Oe ke ronsem tsonta lu tìnga’prrnen.”

As soon as he’s saying it, Shoko smacks her hand on her forehead- and you wonder what exactly he means. 

So without further ado, you’re fixing the earpiece onto yourself.

“Idiot.” Shoko’s turning back to Gojo, “You know that’s not what she meant?”

Gojo crosses his arms and huffs- “I’m just saying I wouldn’t mind if it’s for her-”

“Not even Eywa could make that happen.”

“Getting preg-”

“Hello?” Testing—and if the way both Na’vi jerk their heads to you in slight surprise is anything to go by, then you’d say that the translator was working rather well. It was less an earpiece that translated and more a device to target that part of your brain that communicated and understood foreign languages.

Allowing you to both understand and speak in the dialect of the Na’vi - an invention by yours truly, of course. You’d (as close as) perfected it just last year for this expedition. “Can you understand me?”

Gojo stares at you with wide blue eyes.

With his pretty lips parted.

With his tail swishing back and forth.

“I see y-”

“We understand you.” Shoko nudges him roughly in the ribs, “I apologize if we’re a bit startled- it’s the first time we’re seeing a human in person.”

“I could’ve guessed that.” You giggle, flickering your eyes over to the starstrack Na’vi. Though you were equally as such. Somehow you speaking in his language just seemed to make him…“But I want to emphasize that I come in peace- I just want to learn as a scientist, not even my laboratory knows exactly where I am. And I intend to keep it that way.”

Shoko crosses her arms and looks gravely at you, “What do you want?”

“To learn. To research you and your people.” You look between them both, “To confirm the existence of the Herwi clan has been a dream of mine for a long time- not for the papers or the accolades, but because I just wanted to know you.”

“And how can we trust you?” Shoko says, getting nudged by Gojo afterwards.

“I won’t reveal anything you don’t want me to.” Determination dripping in your tone, “Not even if they kill me for it.”

They appraise you, and it’s silent for a beat before Shoko looks at Gojo.

And Gojo nods.

Shoko shoots you a barely-there smile, “Well…human, what do you want to know?”

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After you woke up, it was after a long talk and almost three or so hours later that you’d gotten up- Shoko and Gojo had both rushed to your side. Waving them off, you’d attempted to shrug off the coat and hand it back to Gojo - long since realizing that it was his - but he’d almost been offended by the gesture.

Refusing. 

He’d kept a hand behind on the small of your back to steady you with every step climbed towards the entrance. And once you were out- you could practically feel the storm freeze around you.

Colder than cold.

The Herwi looked at you with fear.

They stopped in their tracks and didn’t even look to breathe until Gojo had followed right after. And standing beside him like that, you’d been made too aware of the drastic height difference between you two. The average Na’vi was about nine to ten feet tall, though by the look of it the Herwi of the snow were much larger than their oceanic counterparts—slightly thicker, with limbs that were long and covered in sparse fur to protect them from the cold.

The Herwi average was about ten feet, you’re finding.

Though Gojo stood at a proud eleven feet (11’1 as you come to interrogate out of him more precisely later on) and rested his hand gently upon your shoulder. They had faint scars on them that marked him as a warrior, and you could feel the slight callouses send shivers across your coat-swathed body. His tail curled around your thigh.

You don’t think you even came up to his stomach-

“My people…” He announced in booming Na’vi. “-as some of you may know from the hunt today, we have a guest.”

You shift at the stares.

“More importantly, my guest. And we will make her feel welcome like family.”

“Family?” The whispers came.

“But she is one of the sky people…”

“Part of the family is…but if the olo’eyktan says so…”

“I’ve never seen him so casually touchy with someone before-”

“Shhhhhhh!”

“I understand if you are scared, and to those who wish it- you are free to leave and never interact with her while she is here.” Though none of them do move. Fixated. “But to those who aren’t, I urge you to share the beauty of our culture.”

To which you’d gulped before introducing yourself as you had to Shoko and Gojo.

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Day #2 in the Herwi village: 

The governing system of the Herwi is quite reminiscent to that of other clans - made up by a singular olo’eyktan or olo'eykte, accompanied by a tsahìk (though Gojo assures proudly that he is not mated as of writing this), and a council of clan elders that act as an advisory board.

Most decisions are made solely by the wisdom of Gojo himself, though large choices require a vote from the council as well as his people. Such requisites are rare, however, as it seems the olo’eyktan’s impact extends to the non-council people in such a way that they trust him with everything. (For more on the lovely reception and the sheer popularity of Gojo Satoru see Page 11…)

Governing seems to be harmonious if a little quietly tense in regards to certain elders that disagree yet are ultimately obeisant to their olo’eyktan.

This scientist in particular caused a little stir in the Herwi leadership once a research visit was proposed by the olo’eyktan to the rest of the elders. Though initial reactions had been reluctant, after a terse discussion, ultimately six moons had been granted to collect all appropriate research (due to be checked by the elders prior to leaving). No more. No less.

Six moons should be more than enough!

Shoko might have let it slip that it was Gojo who used his privilege as olo’eyktan to convince the council…and he wasn’t too happy that they’d granted you merely six moons (five days if you’re counting the first night there) to stay here. He wanted to gawk at this new human more, you supposed.

But you were so very grateful to each and every one of them either way - even those wizened elders who scowled at you suspiciously wherever you passed. Though even glares seemed sweet when you were living your dream, hm? And it best be believed that you were taking advantage of every single second you had with the clan - every single second.

Because this was exactly what those cigar-smoking higher-ups had laughed at you for. 

They thought you were chasing a myth.

The Herwi people had been so gracious as to offer you an empty hut, despite Gojo’s fervent insisting that you take his and he can simply tough it out in the cold outside-

And the next day you were up early- perhaps a little too early for the olo’eyktan who’d apparently tracked your trail and followed you around for an hour. Before he finally managed to stop you in the middle of your field study - helping out a young Herwi mother take care of her crying toddler, whilst learning about Herwi childcare techniques - and raised his bag full of food.

Breakfast.

You’re smacking your hand against your forehead as you’d completely forgotten - not quite out of the ordinary for when you got too immersed in your work. But it was different when you had someone seeking you out to take care of you…

And so after sharing the abundance of breads and berries and soups (far too much for but the two of you) with the Herwi mother and child, the two of you sit outside her hut and admired the view of the village. The soft half-sun that melted across the capped peaks, a buttery layer of light that was not even half as bright as on Earth.

But somehow gentler.

Gojo’s raising one berry to his lips before- “Ah…” His mouth drops when he takes a glance at you- more accurately, at your masked self. And he’s stopping in his movements, “Excuse me for just a second, beloved.”

“Oh? Of course.”

You watch as he’s standing up and sprinting light-fast towards the edge of a great steaming lake in the horizon. His figure’s crouching down and cupping his hands in the sparkling water, bubbling with fury. Gojo brings it up to his face and whispers a mantra that you couldn’t quite determine. Not from where you were sitting.

Before carefully bringing it right up to you- “Drink, beloved.” 

He gently leans down to let his fingertips meet your mask.

And you’d had no option—you consider it for science, though a part of you knew you didn’t have to linger your lips so much on his cold skin- but you lift your mask up and drink it.

Once the water floods your throat, you knew something was different.

Your lungs quiver.

Once.

Twice.

And you’d found yourself able to breathe—

Breathing on Pandora.

“How did you…” As you gasp, Gojo reaches out and removes the mask off of you completely. He’d let the earpiece stay on, of course, but lightly grazed his cold digits against the shell of your ear and made you shiver. “I don’t even know what to say- thank you. I didn’t even know this was possible—no other Na’vi clan let alone a mere human has discovered a way to let us breathe normally on Pandora.”

“For you. Lake Yapay.” Gojo says, large hand still cupping your face. “It steams great billowing heat in the day, and freezes by night. Here in Herwi, we use its water to expand our lungs during snowstorms.”

And you want to write it down- you know you should, but the pen in your fingers won’t move. Or more accurately, your fingers won’t move.

He continues, “This land is alive and works in mysterious ways. It has worked for you, beloved, as I knew it would.”

“Thank you again, olo’eyktan.”

“Satoru.” He interjects.

“Satoru.”

He smiles as if it meant the world.

And so your feast commences.

“You have to remember to eat.” Gojo says to you as he scoffs down a sweet paste made of ice-blue berries, “How will you brave the winter storms otherwise? Of course, I will protect you—and yet still.”

“Well, I sure hope I survive six more nights for my research then, hm?” You joke.

But you hadn’t expected Gojo’s face to darken, for him to shake his head. “It’s not fair.”

“Pardon?”

“Six more nights…” And you hadn’t exactly expected him to be so…invested in your research - you admit that you would benefit more from a longer period of studying the Herwi, but you were ready to take what was given. He looks down at the glaring snow and whispers—more to himself. “It’s not fair. I will correct it.”

“Correct?”

“Oh?” And you look from him to the village straight ahead, “Well, I’d be happy either way, Satoru.”

Just then that little Na’vi you’d been helping to watch over before comes waddling and giggling out of the hut to hold onto you- and you pick her up readily.

Gojo took one look at the two of you and shivered.

Shivered.

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Day #3 in the Herwi village: 

Hunts are an imperative part of the Herwi lifestyle—not only is it how the people are nourished, but it’s a social activity, it’s a coming-of-age activity. 

As aforementioned, hunts are commenced and led by none other than the olo’eyktan. A large group of Herwi warriors shall trek across the icelands in one unit, and it was quite interesting to note that most of the younger hunters are positioned in the middle where they are less likely to get injured during such a trip.

It is in the middle of their hike that Gojo will alert when the group is to split up: Snow beast hunters and snow marine stilts. Divide and conquer seems to be the only strategy that somehow tames such an unforgiving environment, and Herwi marine-hunters seem to be picked from the most patient of warriors. They carve out a hole in the middle of frozen bodies of water (never Lake Yapay, this divine body is never harmed) and each positions themself atop a tall icicle beside it to escape prowling beasts and currents. Crouched and ledged atop one, the sheer core strength and balance is divine once they cast their lines and wait.

On the other side of things, we have the Herwi beast-hunters. Using a large variety of weapons, the most popular is noted to be the bow and arrow - used by the olo’eyktan himself. They stalk in the cold white billows of snow with not even a single shiver, they lay in wait for hours, they tire their prey out.

And nevertheless this scientist found today’s hunt rather interesting…

The third and fourth days had passed by in much the same fashion - except for the slight tweak in your routine that included opening your hut door and finding the olo’eyktan standing there every single morning.

Always with food, always with a smile, always with some interesting niveous flower for you to press into your notebook. Then afterwards the two of you would set out to help you interview the Herwi people of all ages and backgrounds, to take samples, to explore the natural fauna, to even join Gojo on one of his Hunts on the third day. 

They admitted that they didn’t focus on hunting as much as they normally did on that trek, too enamored with this strange little human that had showed up one day and had their olo’eyktan glued to her side.

You interviewed hunters and elders (well, the ones that didn’t ignore you completely or were on the verge of cursing you out until they caught their leader’s eye) until your mouth hurt. And Gojo had taken you into the best spot with natural Pandoran fauna, making you jot down notes until your fingers cramped.

Once the sun was beginning to set and the Na’vi were getting ready to head back to their village for the night, you’re taking the opportunity to interview some of the young hunters. Gojo was off in the distance making up for the slightly lowered hunt by ice-spearing more snow beasts. And you were more than happy not to distract him while he took care of his olo’eyktan duties- after all, the other hunters were nice. Never having seen a human before, they’d been more than happy to answer your questions.

Ribbing each other, guffawing as they answered, placing their hands down on you and ruffling your head from above.

Almost as if you were a plaything- and you admit it was in the name of science, you didn’t mind it too much until a particularly boisterous hunter about Gojo’s age had kept swatting at you no matter how many times you politely moved away. Until he’d caught you on the scruff of your coat and tried to lift you up—

You hear the sound of bones breaking before you realize what it is.

Whipping your head behind you in an instant to see that Gojo was behind the other hunter and pulling his hand hard enough that you hear other Na’vi cry out. 

He lets go of you, of course, and you watch with widened eyes as Gojo then bandages his fellow Na’vi’s arm himself. Though you note that he doesn’t apologize.

Gojo didn’t leave your side for a single second after that.

That night after the dinner by the lake, Gojo walks you to your hut and sleeps outside in the bitter cold- no matter how much you tried to get him to take up the bed inside. He’d insisted.

After mating, he’d said.

You wonder whether your translating device was malfunctioning…

(See Page 26 on Herwi possessiveness…).

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Day #4 in the Herwi village: 

Beads.

A well-known part of Na’vi culture, one of the most recognizable, perhaps. The scientific community has written long and extensively on the importance of bead-sharing in the Omaticaya clan, however, this scientist shall be the first to detail the beauty of how this tradition extends to the Herwi clan.

According to the artisans of this village, beads aren’t fashioned through molten stone or seeds or clay—given the availability of such in this environment. Rather, they’re made with snow.

Never-melting snow.

Yes, the design of hona beads from snow is a practice unique to the Herwi clan. Broken off from the hardest icicles growing at a peak of Mt. Hoet said to touch the sky, not only is it a treacherous passage to get to those specialized bits of ice, but the process of making the beads finds itself just as arduous. These icicles are then welded into delicate beads and dipped into the waters of Lake Yapay at night, letting them soak and then carried to freeze at the highest peak once more.

This process is repeated until the beads are as hard as diamonds on Earth- perhaps even harder. Never-melting. Never-breaking. Never-forgetting. Though not too hard so that the Herwi will be unable to carve unique patterns and symbols special to themself. Rinse. Repeat.

Though the clear meaning of such is ambiguous, it is most certainly a way of showing appreciation - as one would have to love someone very much to do this, no?

It was on your fourth day amongst the Herwi clan that Gojo didn’t show up with a beautiful flower or trinket from the terrain- instead, he’s bounding up to you with a string of beads and knotting it against the side of your face.

Pushing it back and taking you in with it.

Without a question.

“Satoru, did you…” You’re holding the line of beads up to the sunlight and watching the little patterns glimmer. They were slightly frosted and flurried like the smallest of snowglobes, “Did you make this for me?” 

And you swear they had the most intricate design of clouds on them, swirling and tumbling.

“Of course.” He smiles proudly. “Us Herwi are taught how to design our very own hona beads ever since we were children, and as Na’vi coming of age we walk up the path to make the first one for ourselves…as adults we make one for our family or…” Mates.

“And this- god, I need to…write about this but I can’t even imagine how long this would’ve taken.” 

“Four days.” Gojo cocks his head and looks down at you- and that brilliantly confident grin of his plasters across his face once more. “For most it takes four years, but for you I did it in four days.”

“Oh, they’re just amazing.” You run a hand down the ice-cold globules, “Thank you, Satoru.”

He holds your hand as he leads you out into the village.

Gojo tells you that night to wear those very beads to the clan dinner - once a week (at the very least) after a particularly successful Hunt, the Herwi people will get together for a massive feast. You’d heard excited whispers about it from the public you surveyed, and it seems that the olo’eyktan had chosen tonight.

Night had begun to fall, and you were dragged playfully by some younger girls straight to the edge of this vast frozen lake. Past snow-capped huts that stuck out of an even more snow-capped ground like eager heads, and ice-jeweled trees and frozen rivers and pathways lit with bioluminescent algae trapped in lanterns of ice.

It was a world in frost.

Where Na’vi had gathered with their families, their friends, their food—all in an array of tables that circled the crystallized body of water like a wedding ring.

Under the snowy night sky they communed. 

“You are wearing my- I mean your hona beads.” Gojo had beamed as he eventually caught up with you and guided you himself. He led you by hand again - even though you weren’t exactly quite sure why…at least it kept you from being toppled over by the other tall Herwi rushing to snag their own seats. “You look beautiful with them, beloved.”

And you weren’t quite sure what to say- though the bubbling pit at your stomach certainly wanted you to tell him something. Instead you divert the topic, “You hunted today as well, yes? Is there anything here that you hunted?”

To which he looks at you with a rather cocky smile, “Beloved, I have hunted more than half of the feast tonight. Trust that you will enjoy it.”

And you might have joked about him being presumptuous- but you really did enjoy the feast.

Under a star-studded sky and glimmering lanterns that twinkled like the freckles upon Gojo’s face, he led you to the very head table that no other Na’vi dared touch. It was rather obvious that this one was meant for the olo’eyktan himself, but what was curious was when your seat had been placed right next to his.

Perks of being a special guest, you suppose?

Shoko was beside you and shot you an amused smile, before preening for another Herwi next to her with a scar that ran across her face and half-braided hair. 

“Utahime.” Gojo had whispers in your ear, “Shoko’s mate.” 

“Ah- I see!” Pen quivering in your hand, you’re jotting down your observations in your notebook under the table. “Perfect. I’m quite curious about the mating rituals of the Herwi, you see. Do you suppose I’d be able to ask them some questions later on in the night?”

“Don’t ask them questions- ask me.” Gojo huffs. Brows furrowing. Lower lip jutting into a pout.

He leans over and wraps his arm around the back of your chair. Squirming, “O-oh…but you’re not mated yet, are you, Satoru?”

“Nope!”

“Right…” But then how could you ask him about mating if he wasn’t—nevermind.

Because just then the group in charge of cooking for the clan had rounded the tables and begun placing their most savored delicacies on top of them. Meats upon vegetables upon berries that you’d seen growing naturally across the mountainside they lived on. It was steaming hot and everything that you could dream of.

Whether you didn’t like meat, whether you didn’t like vegetables- there was always something there for you.

Most of the richest dishes were allocated around the olo’eyktan and your single table, stuffing the surface to the brim until you had to squeeze next to Gojo for space. Of course, he didn’t seem to mind. Perhaps too busy piling his place with the sweetest treacly milks and frozen desserts that he could reach.

After dinner came the dances.

It happened every night after the community dinner when everyone - full and satisfied by then - would start humming and chanting their ancient hymns. Echoing into the sleepy snow and the ever-young night, someone would pull out two snow beast-skin drums by then. Thumping away to the songs of the snow. 

Children ran off and made snow-prints and snow-fights in the mountains of powder. Family members would begin drowsily feeding each other and insisting they eat more. Others traced their own hona beads and promised they’d make ones for the one they love.

More would punch small holes through the frozen lake and bring the water up to their mouths, of which a sudden blow would make the water freeze and scatter out into the air in twinkling snowflakes. Emulating the stars themselves.

Snow-breathers. 

They’d sing, they’d sound, they’d show off and then…the first mated couple would walk onto the middle of the frozen ice.

Then the second.

The third.

The fourth and the fifth and the sixth-

What a way to end the night, love warming the cold air and couples twirling around each other with their tails intertwined. Usually, you’d be content to clap and attempt to sing along—

But then Gojo stands up- and you almost believe he was ready to leave the table altogether…until he’s reaching his hand out to you.

You.

And you look around in slight surprise- almost as if expecting someone to materialize right beside you and take Gojo’s hand instead. But the only thing you’re getting is Shoko’s approving nod from next to you, before she lets herself be dragged by Utahime onto the frozen lake.

And so you’d danced.

Rather an interesting sight considering the height difference, you admit—but it was beautiful. Gojo scoops you up into his arms with one steadied underneath you, the other holds one of your hands in his. 

So much larger. So much more powerful.

And yet so gentle.

He twirls you around to the music and you laugh at the wind stinging your face.

“Satoru, you’re going to drop me—”

“I should rather die than drop you.”

“But- but what of the other Herwi that will be mistaken?” You ask then, already sensing the envious looks that were thrown your way. 

“There goes my dream of being tsahìk, I’m almost sure of it now-”

“But I haven’t been able to try my luck with the olo’eyktan yet-”

“Oh shush, girl! You seriously think any of us had a chance?”

You look into his handsome face, eyes trained on you despite all the whispers and disturbance amongst his people. Only you. “You won’t be able to find a mate this way.”

Something unreadable in his blue eyes, flickering with fire from the tables and something else entirely. “Perhaps I don’t want one.”

“Well that would be entirely your decision.” You place your hands on his broad shoulders, flexing as they move you around with ease. “But it seems in Herwi tradition, the olo’eyktan is wont to take a mate.”

He raises a white brow, “And who should you believe must be my mate then?”

You didn’t quite know how to answer that.

Averting his eyes- and those of the Na’vi staring at you two. “W-well, Herwi has many fine women and men. Reykol is the best singer.”

“I do not want Reykol.”

“Tìtaron is a good hunter.”

He pulls you closer, “Yes, she is a good hunter. But I am better, and I do not care for Tìtaron.” Reaching up one hand to brush away the snowflakes that had begun dusting your face, “I believe I have already been fated to. Even before I was born, I have already chosen.”

You swallow, “Who, Satoru?”

He only smiles.

“Who?”

But he does not answer, you’re twirled around once more and the moonlight catches your dangling beads.

“Is that…”

“Surely our leader isn’t saying what we think he is saying-”

“But look at him, he looks so…happy.”

You turn your head to catch the fact that most of the Herwi were looking at you, whispering behind their hands. In hindsight, you think that perhaps it was not a coincidence that they ogled you - and particularly the hona beads that you’d been gifted. Not a coincidence at all.

You wore his signature because you were his.

And they all knew you were his.

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Day #5 in the Herwi village (the last day): 

Leaving tomorrow, a perceptive scientist may notice that there is only one thing missing from this comprehensive research into the Herwi clan.

The source of Eywa.

As a deity to all Na’vi people, her influence seeps into the songs and prayers of even the highest terrains on Pandora. Into the healing. Into the well wishes. Into the belief system of a people so accepting and harmonious that their tree of Eywa does not need to be visibly present for her will to be carried out.

But as for where she resides here…

Your fifth and final day was less research and more saying your goodbyes to all the friends you’d made in the Herwi clan. You’d be leaving first thing tomorrow, before the sun even rose, according to the sternest of the elders. 

Gojo hadn’t met you outside your hut that morning, and you’d idled away the time packing and repacking your bag of samples and books. Thrice, before you started to believe that he might not come after all.

But that was alright, ultimately believing that he’d show up later on in the day, you visited all the healers, the hunters, the dancers, and the chefs. The mother and toddler you’d grown close to on your first day here, and even a stray elder that had sought you out to bow goodbye. 

All the young Na’vi and the old Na’vi.

All the Na’vi that had come to not fear you and the Na’vi that had found you endearing at first sight.

They’d warmed up to you since you first came here. They gave you gifts, each of them, and your heart ached as you thought of leaving. 

Goodbyes were always painful - but perhaps one most of all. Gojo.

He still hadn’t met you by the end of your route, and you’d circled the village about twice by the time you were done. He was nowhere to be seen.

It was almost as if he’d disappeared into thin air.

It was with a heavy pit in your stomach that you started to head back to your hut—your last dinner with the Herwi people would be in a few hours. Afterwards, Gojo had previously arranged for you to be accompanied by some of the clan’s best warriors on your trek down. 

You just thought that’d include him.

Perhaps you could sleep it off until the final dinner- and you were shutting the door just behind you…

Before sounds a hurried, hasty knock—

You open the door to see the olo’eyktan of the Herwi tribe.

Panting. Covered in snow.

“My apologies, I have spent the day clearing the pathway for us.” Gojo huffs out, leaning against your door frame with one hand. The other reaching out to you—“Come with me, beloved?”

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The Herwi source of Eywa was inside an ice cave.

One that would get blocked when the goddess herself did not wish to be seen, one that Gojo had torn through layers of packed ice to burrow a pathway for the both of you. He’d carried you all the way to the gaping mouth of blue ice and ghost snow.

Closing in on you like arms of rime beckoning you to the tree of Eywa. The Tree of Winter.

The cold embrace of a mother.

One you were still not quite sure whether you were allowed to see—but Gojo knew he wanted you to see. He saw you. 

At the end of the cave was an ice column about eighty feet tall and naturally formulated to look like the winding branches of a tree. Dripping to the ground in phantom white snow, each one delicate and graduating from white to blue. There almost seemed to be a glowing aura about it.

Clear mirrors making up the tree’s vines. Honed tips of the icicles rising from Pandora and stabbing down towards it. The top of the tree reached where the cave roof was hollow, beaming a circle of light from the skies that donned Eywa in innocent pink.

You gasped at the white snowsprites that bounced off of the tree and onto your two bodies. 

Where Gojo stand with his back straight, his meaty thighs spread—pearly white teeth biting down to stop himself from fucking moaning at the feeling of your mouth sliding up n’ down his hot cock.

While you were standing.

You didn’t even have to get on your knees.

His eleven foot figure loomed above you, one hand on the back of your head and the other pumpin’ his furious erection. Your maw slips down his puckered tip and he shivers- bucking ever-so-slightly and hitting the back of your throat dead-on—

And yet he wasn’t even fully bottomed out.

He wasn’t even fully bottomed out.

The sudden realization makes you claw at the sides of his blue skin with a whine- direct vibrations that make the puckered tip lodged inside your mouth twitch. He’s sploshing out even more syrupy pre like he couldn’t stop it.

He’s not even trying and it’s already so much, cascading like a waterfall down the front of your chin.

“Now- hah, now.” One of Gojo’s prolonged fingertips reaches out to smear away the slippery sheen across your face- at least, that’s what you think he’s doing.

But instead you’re feeling him curve his rude digits between your lips and push those dewy droplets inside. Shovelling his cock just a little bit deeper, “S’not good to waste it, beloved. Open your mouth and take it all like a good girl, yes?”

“Mmmpf-” A damn miracle that you could get out that much sound in the first place. You’re pulling off to answer, and Gojo jerks his hips a lil’ to chase your damp mouth. “You’re saying you want me to take it all—?”

He shivers, leopard-like tail twitching. “Yes.”

And right before your very eyes, you can see his shaft throb even bigger. 

Harder. 

The prettiest bluish-pink on his tip, one with a divot that leaks out a line of precum. You’re following it with your dazed eyes- before the next thing you’re seeing is a close-up of it.

Gojo has his massive hand plastered to the back of your scalp and is pushin’ your head in, digging his dripping wet tip against the back of your throat. With a groan, the Na’vi pins you to him and hammers out a few sloppy thrusts of his cock.

Again and again.

Slurp after slurp—

“Gonna take it all- hah- my entire cock inside that pretty mouth, yes?” He’s cocking his head to the side and asking down at you sweetly. And he might look all in control, but Gojo’s voice fucking breaks at the very end of his sentence. 

Right in synchronization with the way you were draggin’ your sizzling tastebuds down the veiny sides of his erection. Just the cutest tongue that was eagerly lapping up everything he was giving—“Doesn’t matter if you’re a lil’ human, you’re gonna take the leader’s biiiiig cock, aren’t you?”

Removing yourself from his thickened tip with a wet pwah! “Y-you’re really serious about the-”

“Yes.” 

And he’d apologize for cutting you off later- hell, he’d grovel at your feet if he has to. But right now all Gojo can think of doing is holding onto the back of your head and strollin’ his thumb down the column of your throat. The olo’eyktan can feel that fat cylindrical intrusion where his cock was pumping in and out- and he’s sliding his fingertip dooooooown that bulge. “Aren’t you a scientist, beloved?”

“Y-yes?”

“Then aren’t you curious about just how far a human can take Na’vi cock?”

“Well…” You blubber out, “I guess so-”

“Then consider it for your research.” With each syllable he’s cutting your breath off by thudding his cockhead against the roof of your mouth. “Then just fucking- haaaaah—” And you’re finding that the pre Na’vi cock exuded was actually rather sweet- almost like honeydew flooding up your mouth n’ being slid all round by the intrusion of his shaft. “-take it.”

“Mmmpf—ngh.” Tears were streaming down your face by now, wetting your cheeks and making the Na’vi wipe them away with his thumb.

“Don’t cryyyyy—” He’s airily calling out, almost nothing like the level-headed Na’vi you’d met before. “Big girls don’t cry. Don’t worry- m’gonna give you all of my cock, beloved.”

“S-Satoru-”

But each of your broken yowls were being bullied back in with his bludgeoning wet tip, bruisin’ away its splitted end anywhere and everywhere. 

He swabs into the tiniest nooks and crannies inside your mouth with his sheer size, leaving your knees utterly weak where you were still standing. He’s holding your head up to his cock- “C’mon- feel.”

You peer up at him in confusion.

“Feel for your research.” Fluttering his long pale lashes down at you, a sultry smile spreads across his lips. “How many loooong thick inches you’re being given. How many veins are filling ya up. How many times I hit the back of yer throat like this-”

A shuddering slam right where you were most tender. “Please-”

“M’helping you with your- fuck, research.” He chuckles down lecherously, “By shutting that smart human mouth of yours up.”

“Fuck-”

“Feel it- just feel.”

He thrusts so hard that his heavy ballsack smacks! against your chin, “Feel the way that lil’ mouth of yours can barely even take me. Feel how fat my balls are with cum just for you. Count them? Wanna calculate the girth?” Until it was stinging a permanent girth on your skin, rubbed raw with impact. “Feel the way I- ngh, bruuuise your throat n’ those sensual lips until anyone that talks to you knows I’ve been here.”  He’s babbling on stupidly by now, eyes falling more n’ more half-lidded by the minute. He’s holding on tightly to your restless head and shoves- “Feel the way I fuck my mate—”

Gojo trails off as if shocking himself, and you’re snapping your teary eyes up to him with a muffled- “What?”

But you don’t know whether it’s on cue, you don’t know whether it’s the startle of being caught- but Gojo’s slamming his cocktip way past the back of your throat and cumming.

Oozing out hot dollops of cum that take over your pretty mouth.

Shaft throbbing furiously. Balls twitching like no other. He throws his head back and squelches straight down your throat, and you can feel the thickness of it plug up your voicebox.

So sweet.

So much.

And you’re not sure whether it’s a Na’vi thing or it’s a Gojo thing that he’s cumming so much in one go.

Loooooong miry stripes that trickle down the sides of your mouth- he leans down and pushes them back between your lips with one of his thumbs. Ivory sap constantly leaking down onto your tastebuds, he feels the heady slip n’ slide of his cock against those wads of cum. “Fuh-fuck…”

And then he’s not moving, merely clasping the back of your head and bringing you firmly up against his slender pelvis. 

Your nose rubs against the tufts of white on his abs before you realize that he’d just bottomed-out—just once, like he’d promised. 

And it was enough to send you reeling, feeling the pushback of his swabbin’ tip. Pouring out even more heady liquid every time he was draaaaging down your velvety tongue. 

The tip of your tastebuds flicks his sensitive slit just right and you can feel him pulse deep inside. “Feel me in there?” Gojo’s groaning from above. “Feel how much I ache for you. Feel the volume of my cum- are you counting it?”

“I-I—”

But evidently your half-sob wasn’t enough.

And the Na’vi is reaching down and pinching your nostrils together with his free hand. “Ah ah- focus on your research, beloved.”

And you’re struggling uselessly against his mean action, to which Gojo watches with a predatory gaze at the way you huff n’ sputter. And he has the audacity to snicker-

“I really can throw you around like a ragdoll, huh?”

It’s as if the realization had just struck him and he’s shuddering. 

It almost feels like ages before he’s finally pulling away with a loud plop!

An excess of your cum was leaking out of your maw and threatening to drip onto the floor- “Tch, this is a sacred place, my human.” He’s rasping out—swipin’ up the frothed white cum as if he wasn’t absolutely desecrating you. Pushing those clingy wads between your maw.

He then guides his honed tip to glide across your lips, gluing your lips shut with all his seed.

And Gojo can’t help but admire you- peering up at him with his towering height. All covered in his syrupy slick and speechless, unable to talk even if your voicebox had been left intact.

He smiles, tail swishing happily to and fro. “My human.” Gojo leans all the distance down to kiss you upon your sopping wet lips. “My m- pretty human. My pretty human…”

But you don’t have enough sense at the moment to ponder too long on his little slip-up before he’s bending down close with his hoarse mouth against the shell of your ear.

Making you feel so sensitive.

“-did ya get enough research yet?”

And then he’s good on his other promise: throwing you around like a ragdoll.

Before you know it, Gojo’s thundering down onto his knees upon the frozen floor - taking you right along with him. He grabs his fur coat from a little ways away and makes you rest down on top of it. With ease.

Back flat on the coat. Legs spread high in the air.

Twisted around the back of Gojo’s neck and locked in place-

“Satoru-” You look around the Tree of Winter that only seems to glow even brighter, the snowsprites buzzing. “-are you sure we should be doing this h—oh.”

Gojo doesn’t say anything - he doesn’t have to.

He’s merely unhinging his jaw and letting his loooong pinkish tongue drip out. It was glossy with ravenous saliva, thick at the base, and curved at the tip. The end of it dripped tantalizingly with spittle- almost torturously. 

Achingly needy.

There was an almost feline quality to it that made your thighs clench.

“N-nevermind.”

The only thing you’re managing to get out before Gojo had his tongue stuffed against your wet core and swabbin’ away until you saw white—“M-mmmpf.” His mouth was just so large that he could engulf your pussylips with a single bite, honed canines grazing the outer edge of your cunt while he kisses inwards. “My pretty mate- my tasty mate.”

It’s almost as if he was pussydrunk already.

With just a single slurp of his curvaceous tongue glidin’ up and down your slit, Gojo has his blue eyes rolling to the back of his head and his hips bucking. Wildly. “Why didn’t Eywa tell me that you’d taste so good-”

“Oh my—” Your back arches while his thickened fingertips come between your legs to pinch your puckered pussy into his mouth. Pushing you against him even more - greedy. “Shit, it just feels so-”

Smack!

And without a single warning, Gojo has his roverin’ fingertips slamming down on your pussy. Straight on top of your slit where your clit was hidden, it sends shockwaves of both pain and pleasure up your spine.

You’re gasping and staring down at him-

“Now now, no cursing- be good before Eywa, hm?” That damn hypocrite - and you could see it in that sultry smile of it. Gojo was getting off on the way you’d squirm your cunt restlessly against his face, sighing into the way he starts fucking your pussy once more. “Or else m’not gonna eat this pretty pussy of yours out, ya hear?”

You gape, “That’s not fucking fair-”

Smack!

“What was that, beloved?”

“I said—”

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

Until Gojo’s leaving your pussy raw and needy, and even then he wasn’t done with you- he has the audacity to purse his plump lips and spit. Spit. Letting the sharp strike of saliva make you shiver—

“What was that?” He asks you in such a breathy tone, such a ruined tone. Gojo spoke like if you told him you needed him right now then he would simply shatter. 

And you can only gulp at the state that he was in - you’ve researched Na’vi during times of high pressure, during battles, during their coming-of-age ceremonies. But never had you met one that simply seemed so…feral. “I-I’ll be good, Satoru.”

He smiles like he’s been wanting to hear those exact words for years.

Fingertips jittering with excitement, he then reaches for your intertwined ankles with his tail. 

Locking them in place, Gojo murmurs. “Good…” Before he’s getting ready to dive straight back into your sweetened cunt once more, “Because you better not run-”

And you don’t get to ask just what might constitute you running from his mouth. His tongue.

You don’t get to ask just what it meant when he looked at you with that dark inkling of something carnal, as if he was about to devour you whole.

You don’t get to ask anything, in fact, and whatever questions were already in your throat burst into a zillion pieces at the feeling of him pushing his tongue inside your hole. Properly.

Not lapping away coquettishly on your outer cunt, not slurpin’ up all your treacly juices.

Gojo had his tastebuds stuffed inside your entrance and was draaaaagging them all across every orifice inside of you. Thrusting his entire length in and out at a rapid pace, you could feel the edge of his chin hitting your base with every movement.

Inside and out.

Inside and out.

But the sheer speed of him wasn’t even the bit makin’ you the most dizzy- see Gojo’s Na’vi tongue was something amazing. Something incredible. 

Just so large and lavish that it was stretching your walls out like never before.

“P-please-” You don’t think you’ve ever felt anything like this- the way that Gojo’s textured tongue would mold against your walls, the way he’d pinpoint even the tiniest orifices with his flexible tip, the way he’d expand and contract his tongue purposefully. Until you saw white. Bucking—“Please it just feels so-”

“Where’d ya think you’re going?”

And the slur in his voice makes you pause- “Wh-what…?”

The last thing you’re managing to get out before Gojo tightens the rude grip of his fingertips on your pussylips. And the other one of his hands holds onto your waist to haul you back down onto his mouth- you hadn’t even realized that you’d been edging away in sensitivity. 

“Didn’t I tell you not to run?” Spankin’ those rugged fingertips of his down on your clit once more. You get the feeling that Gojo’s meanly choosing your clit because he knew that’d make you clench ‘round his tongue even more. “Don’t run. Don’t even move.”

“You’re just so fucking- ngh, big and you expect me not to move?” You wail out in indignity.

“Well, who told you to fuck a Na’vi warrior?” He’s countering, those half-lidded eyes of his twinkling with humor. “Better yet- who told you to fuck the olo’eyktan-”

And you suppose you had no explanation for that.

Especially not even Gojo was pumping his thickened tongue into you so fast that any and all explanations in your throat start to dissolve. Instead being replaced by the most pathetic whines and groans as he keeps fucking your pussy greedily.

As though Gojo was a man parched.

Because your wettened pussy was more refreshing to him than the waters of the lake- and if he could, he’d have his head stuffed between your legs every second of the day. Simply slurpin’ up every dewy droplet that escaped out of you, Gojo catches even those tiniest of wads.

Slipping his looooong tongue inside—you’re driven damn near mad once he slithers his length in and grazes your g-spot.

Hips bucking, eyes snapping open. “H-how did you even manage-”

“Ah ah—” His familiar tut, and soon enough you’re glued back down onto his pretty mouth again. Gojo doesn’t even need to try to ease you pliably back onto his face no matter how much you try to run- but oh, it was just so fun to watch your sultry surprise. The way you only got wetter when he manhandled you. “So this is that cute lil’ g-spot human have, hm? I thought it was just something in Shoko’s anatomy textbooks.”

“You- you read her textbooks…” You ask.

“All day and all night.” Gojo replies with a smirk, his ears twitching as he hears the quickening of your heartbeat. “Only Eywa knows how much I’ve touched myself imagining this.”

“Oh—”

It hits you like a flash of lightning- and so do the sudden swipes of Gojo’s tongue reaching your sweetest spots. Thud-thud-thud-thud he’s ricocheting against your bundle of nerves rapidly, making it echo like your own heartbeat in your ears. Thud-thud-thud-thud—

“Shit-” And suddenly you understand- you thought you understood before? But no, now you understand why Gojo had been telling you not to run away initially.

“Don’t run.” He warns.

Because all you’re feeling are the large stripes he’s licking up your slick walls, and the only thing you can think of doing is bucking. Rutting. Reaching for his lips wildly- though your body moves torturously as if you didn’t know whether you wanted more or to run away—“Shit.” 

“Don’t run.”

But how could you not run from it? How could you not even move when Gojo had your body teased n’ toyed with till absolutely no end?

He was hammerin’ his tongue against your g-spot furiously—and you were sure by now that he has the exact pattern of his tastebuds bruised right on that area. Shapin’ your velvety walls to his tongue, Gojo dives in just so animalistically.

And you can’t help but buck. You can’t help but arch your back. You can’t help but reach your hand out and attempt to grab onto something- anything for dear life. 

Again and again. “Shiiiiit is it even allowed to feel this good-”

But the Na’vi leader merely stops your hands with his own, folding them neatly into his hair. Holding onto his clammy scalp- “As Eywa wills it.” He smiles and your cunt’s just so sensitive by this point that you can feel the exact degree of curvature of his grin. “Which reminds me…”

And for your profanity you’re getting three more direct spanks, “Shit-”

One more.

Before you feel him then twist his fingertips on your throbbing clit and pinch- “Ya reeeeally can’t be a good girl f’me, huh?” Gojo asks you with a smile, though there was a hint of something in his voice that reminded you why exactly he was the olo’eyktan of such a large clan. “Look at you—”

“Sh-shit, that feels so-” But he isn’t listening, and you’re fighting the heels of your feet against his broad back. 

“Look at you.” He’s tightening his tail on your ankles and dragging you back down. He’s spitting down through clenched canines, every single word sending sparks up to your hazy brain. Barely even working by this point, surely. “Swearing. Squirming. Moaning like a slut and trying to escape- as your leader, I should punish you, beloved.”

“No more pussy spanking—” You whine, “Just makes me so sensitive…”

“I’m not talking about pussy spanking, beloved.” To emphasize his point he gives just a light tap on your sensitive nub once more.

It leaves you shaking to wonder just what else he has in store for you- though you don’t have to let your mind grapple in the dark for too long. Because in absolutely no time - just a few more vulgar thrusts of his tongue - you’re feeling the sudden plump intrusion of something slender at your hole.

It certainly couldn’t have been his tongue, because you knew what that ridged texture felt like. 

It certainly couldn’t have been Gojo’s cock, because you’d tasted that and you knew he had a much larger circumference. 

So that left only one option—Gojo had your pussylips spread apart and your entrance gulping up every inch of his fingers. They just looked so stark with their blue color disappearin’ into your hole, and Gojo’s increeeeedible length making you feel so full. 

Two of them were all that were shovelled inside- and yet he was already stretching for your very cervix on his first thrust inside. He scours the spongy end of your pussy then slides back out—in and out, in and out, in and out.

Each time his knobbly joints push against your g-spot and left you crying-

“Feel my fingers inside you?” Gojo rasps ruthlessly, his mouth wrapped around your throbbing clit. Groaning at the way you grow even wetter- Na’vi senses were strong, and he could smell the impending orgasm on you. “Feel the way I reach for your- hah, womb all inside? Feel the way I can fuck a baby in you so easily?”

“Yes-” You answer to them all, “Yes yes yes yes—”

And before you can say anything more, his powerful tail hauls you down. Bashin’ in even deeper with his plush fingertips. “Feel the way I’ve found eeeevery cute spot of yours? Feel the way I know your pussy inside and out?”

“Yes- fuck.” And you don’t even care if you’re ‘punished’ any more for breaking Gojo’s stern rules. Gojo himself was slamming his knuckles red and raw against your cunt, fucking his human’s tight pussy. “Fuck, I’m gonna-”

“Feel the way m’making you mine—?”

“Satoru, m’gonna cum-”

“Note it down in your research.”

And then you’re exploding straight into your high - and you know it’s the best you’ve ever had.

Your eyes fall shut and the only thing you’re seeing behind them is pure black with stars of white, pulsing against your bleary vision in time with the furious throbbing at your cunt. Little zaps of pleasure shoot all the way down to the tips of your toes every time he’s moving his maw across your core. Sharp. Sensitive. He’s wedged between your legs and lappin’ up each pulse.

Sluuuuurp—!

Long, aching drags of his tongue. They’re roverin’ over the most sensitive spot of your clit, meanwhile his fingers were glazed in slick n’ fucking you stupid already.

Gojo thrusts you through your high as if he was angry at you. As if he can’t get enough. As if he’s losing his damn mind and you n’ your pussy are the only reasons why-

It takes you only a minute more for your wave of bliss to taper out, fully riding through it. 

And then only another minute more for you go from fucked straight to overstimulated by a few more of his rovering thrusts. He swabs your g-spot once more and you think you’re bawling- “S-Satoru, I’m already done-”

But he doesn’t respond. He doesn’t even seem to hear you.

In fact, you couldn’t sworn that he was grabbing onto your right thigh with his free hand and keeping himself plastered even more into your cunt-

“Satoru—!” You’re calling out helplessly, “Satoru, I’m already- ngh, done-”

“Mhmmmm?” Muttering something wet underneath his breath, and you have to strain your ears to actually hear him. Breathy. Panting. “Research- fuck! More…”

“I can’t even- oh.” It was almost dangerous just how potent he was with his mouth and fingers, and before long your thighs were starting to shake with sensitivity. Causing you to grab onto his scalp even tighter and-

“O-oh.”

And accidentally tug on the long braid of white hair thrown over his shoulder—his kuru.

Did that manage to…

Your breath hitches, and you’re reaching out to graze your fingers down his kuru once more-

“Fuh—fuuuuck.” Gojo throws his head back in a voice that almost sounded like a whimper, his slick lips quivering. His skin covering in goosebumps. His erection throbbing from where you could spy him. His entire large body shakes with the zaps of hypersensitivity going down his spine, “D-don’t think you know what you’re getting into, beloved…” His murky breath clouds out in front of him. 

“You sure?” You challenge - what a privilege it was to see him break.

The olo’eyktan grits his teeth—-“I’m warning you…”

But when were you ever one to listen to warnings?

Without thinking much of it, you tighten your hand ‘round his kuru and tug—

And then he’s on you in a split-second.

He’s not even moving- he’s grabbing onto your hips and bodily puuuulling you right back down till your cunt lips kiss his cock. He’s pushing your legs up until your kneecaps hit your tits. He’s hunching his entire body forwards and-

“Sh-shit.” Your eyes widen, “Satoru, did you just-”

“Yes.”

Just you teasing his kuru is enough to make Gojo spuuuurt out in creamy wads of cum once more, coating the outer part of your pussy in a thick layer. It feels hot and wet on top of you, streaming down to drench the coating. Before he’s swervin’ his swollen tip inside and fucking you-

No hesitation. No preparation.

You’re getting what you deserved, and that was to be fucked like an absolute anima by the Na’vi.

“You don’t know what you’ve done.” He’s spitting- straight into your hotly opened mouth. Those sharp canines of Gojo’s nipping at your bottom lip, “You don’t know what you’ve done- you don’t know what you’ve done-”

“Shit, shiiiit—Satoru.” Moaning out his name like a broken record player. He’s bullying out harsh semi-thrusts against your cunt that leave you scrambling for breath- just shovin’ his puckered tip inside, just tasting the inside of your pussy with his cockhead, just trying to fucking fit.

“Sayin’ my name like that and you don’t even fucking—” Before Gojo feels your soppy walls clench tightly ‘round him, and his lips part a little before racing down and spitting on your cunt. “Fucking fit.”

“You say that like it’s so easy-” You sob out. 

He was pistoning his hips into you ferally.

The only thing he was doing was stretchin’ out your cute hole a few times, just so big that you’re being push-push-pushed up the fur coat you were splayed out on-

A hand at your throat.

“Don’t. Fucking. Run.”

And you don’t have the chance to tell him that you weren’t actually running and in fact it was just his roverin’ hips forcing you upwards- but before you could do that, Gojo’s already rendering you speechless with his cock.

He’s grabbing an even tighter restraint of your neck.

He’s manhandling your entire body down like he’s crazed.

He’s juuuuuust barely managing to squeeze in a sultry inch of two of his massive length- the mere sensation of that in itself enough to send your mind bursting into a heap of stars. It was almost numbing on your lower half, to have this much of him fitted inside you.

Stuffed inside you.

Throbbing inside you.

And it seems that the only one more affected by that fact wasn’t you - it was Gojo Satoru himself. Head falling into the crook of your neck. Tail flinching as it now wraps around your right thigh. Mouth parting with an agonized groan.

“F—fuck.” He’s echoing out hollowly into your ear, “Fuck, you’re so fucking…tight.”

Gojo spits out the word as if it was the very reason the olo’eyktan was shattering right about now. And almost on cue, those sopping wet walls of yours clench ‘round his tip and makes the Na’vi yelp—

“Fuck, don’t do that.” He’s shuddering through his sloppy strokes, his split-ended tip filling you up with dewy precum. “Fuck, don’t do that unless you want to be taught what happens when you pull on the kuru of a Herwi like me, little scientist.”

“What happens?” You ask innocently.

“S’why I’m telling you to fucking—oh.”

Just a few more pulsating clenches of your cunt, and Gojo shivers as though he’s being held hostage by your wet walls.

He bears his canines and snarls at you in the way you’d seen Na’vi do when they want to signal, to intimidate, to mate. 

But you stare up at the olo’eyktan of the Herwi clan with determination.

And he’s giving you one final probe-

“I’m going to get you fucking pregnant.”

He breathes out against the shell of your ear, almost like the last whisper of his sanity before Gojo stares into your wide heart-eyes—and he’s reeling his hips back to plunge.

Uncaring how unready your poor entrance was.

Uncaring how your tiny human body shakes underneath his larger one.

His fat cock swipes between your glittery folds and puuuuushes against the instinctual restraint of your hole, all the way until you start to tremble- and he knows he can’t push any more. He knows he can’t break you.

He’s fighting back every sudden primal urge in him that just wants to fuck you all the way inside- and furiously pumps his solid inches back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Keeping a hand always on the top of your stomach for when he’s feeling his hard globular tip push upwards.

Gojo was just so big that he could feel himself sinking in from the outside-

“And that’s not a promise, beloved.” Gojo’s pale brows furrow as his cockhead starts swabbin’ even deeper after each thrust, “That’s not a promise- that’s not even a challenge-”

“Th-then—?” He’s pushing doooown on your overstuffed core and you find it hard to breathe, both pressures from between your legs and from Gojo pushing on your cylindrical tummy bulge was just…

The olo’eyktan grins when he watches his cute lil’ human struggle to take his entire cock, the bluish hue of it spreading apart your thighs. He reels his slender hips back in quite the long drag—before ultimately hammering- “It’s an oath. Before Eywa.”

A divine oath.

Added to the fact that Gojo was slamming his ruddied tip into you with each syllable- and you could never forget about the sheer size difference. The way that it helped him bend over you and fold you in half as though nothing but a lawnchair—your ass was cleanly dangling off the floor with how much Gojo was bending you.

A mating press. The meanest one you’ve ever seen.

You’re hit with the sudden inclination that you weren’t about to walk out of here any time soon.

And Gojo seems to be doing well on that fact- he hadn’t completely bottomed-out yet, but he was still drilling into you with such fervour. Streaking his cum from before across every inch of you, a layer of white that you feel from the inside.

Feverish cocktip swabbin’ all the way at the back of your cervix, full balls smacking your cunt.

Every time he was hurtling his hips forwards, it almost felt as if the ground beneath you was trembling. 

It almost felt as if he was hitting each of your geysering spots without even needing to try. Just so big that the veiny sides of his cock rubbed n’ dubbed up against those orifices unfairly. 

It almost felt as if you were losing it-

“So I think you’ll have a loooot of fuckin’ research, beloved.” Gojo snickers, his tail flicking you playfully. And at this point you’re not even sure what the conversation was about, just knowing that it was the background music to the lecherous thwacking of his hips on yours. 

So hard that you could feel the wads of his high from before glazing your insides. Dripping all the way near the rim of your cunt before being pumped back inside.

He pushes down on top of that bulge once more and watches you whine, “I almost don’t want to, mmm, ask what it’ll be about…”

“Ohhh, y’know—” Gojo trails off airily, something shaky in the back of his tone that sends shivers up your spine. It makes you almost content to know that you’ve gotten him so pussydrunken- but then again you weren’t too far behind. He tilts his head to the side and looks at you through partially closed eyes, smiling. “-human-Na’vi babies.”

And it’s with that that Gojo finally - finally - drills his cock all the way to the hilt.

Bottoming out.

His breath catches at the realization.

Blue eyes widening. Mouth watering.

It feels so different to have your hot innards surrounding him entirely- and fuck, Gojo wasn’t even sure whether a human like you would be able to take all of him. But it seems that you really were made for him, yes? Every curve and edge of you. Every bit of your cunt that he gives an experimental buck into, before pumping inside like a madman-

Pounding you into the smooth ground of the celestial temple.

It feels like you’re being thrust into heaven itself because of the way he was so big, big, big—all the way from the purple-ish tip that was zig-zagging your walls, to the oversized tummy bulge he was fucking into you, to the way he had you folded. Manhandled.

Gojo’s only lasting a few strokes before he’s crushing you to him so hard that it almost hurts- “Right here—right here.” The hand atop your stomach pushes down where his ruby-red tip was kissin’ and kissing at your womb. “You’re gonna have a lot ta research about fucking- ngh, getting bred by the fucking olo’eyktan. A lot to research about carrying my next heir, yeah?”

“Yes…” Arching your back into him.

“And then here—” That very hand now drifts down to the in-betweens of your pussylips and rubs his thumb over your clit. He’s drawing little circles and hearts on top of your sensitive nub that makes you wrack with pleasure, “Yer gonna have to research giving birth to such a biiiig baby, beloved.”

You shiver at the thought, mostly excitement.

And he purrs as he rubs his cheek against the sweaty crown of your head, “But s’okaaaaay- I’ll help you through every step of it, beloved. My mate.” The Na’vi’s staring down at you lovingly, fucking you filthily. “M’gonna breed you all full, okay? You might just have to research more about Na’vi phenotypes- heh.”

You can only nod. “Please…”

And before you can dwell too long on that last particular word—mate—he’s continuing. “And then you don’t have to worry ‘bout a thing- I can take care of eeeeverything. I’ll wash our kid. I’ll dress our kid. I’ll feed our kid. I’ll do everything and anything just please-”

“Y-yes?” Your voice cracks.

And he winks down at you almost mischievously, “Let’s do some research together on when I’ll be able to breed you all full of my cum next, hm?”

And with only a few more vicious thrusts, you’re feeling your second wave of pleasure tonight take over. You knew it’d been bubbling inside your veins for some time now- and right now it almost felt as if that euphoria was overflowing.

Overspilling.

Just like the gushing wads of slick that drivel over the front slit of your cunt and leave you so wet that you feel like a waterpark. Just rhythmic bursts of your high that leave your body loose and limp, shaking a bit every time that Gojo’s cockhead plummets inwards.

Head muddled.

Eyes rolling to the very back of your head.

This might just be the best orgasm of your entire life, and your wave of pleasure is looooong and drawn-out with how many times Gojo thrusts his cock in to fuck you through it. “Shit, Toru—” 

Again and again and again.

Each time hitting the target of your g-spot dead-on and watching as you gush around him even more. 

You were at Gojo’s complete mercy…almost.

Shaking. Your hands find themselves in his hair once more- or more precisely grazing the long length of his kuru. “Satoru.” You’re breathing out as he shivers carnally, “Satoru, I want it- ngh, inside.”

His eyes widen, “Demanding something of the olo’eyktan, are you?”

“Inside, Toru.” Desperate now.

To emphasize, you’re lightly tugging on his kuru and watching as it makes the Na’vi above you shudder. His cock pouring out heaps of precum that only act as a warning for something…more. “F-fuck, better keep this all in until tomorrow-”

At the very least.

You’re honestly not sure if you can keep it all in even now—because then Gojo’s throwing his head back and cumming long and hard. Harder than he ever thinks he has before- his seed dribbles out of him like a gooey waterfall, taking place inside every nook and cranny you have.

Heavy balls clenching almost aggressively as they empty out inside you.

He’s swervin’ each ounce of it inside by dragging his globular tip, that reddened cockhead making you swear you taste Gojo all the way at your throat. 

Flooding.

Your toes curl, it almost feels as though he’s fucking you into a third and fourth high altogether-

“Until tomorrow-” Gojo barks out through his smoky tone, “Until always-” After reaching his high so many times in one night, his sparks of euphoria just rip through him. And you can feel the sheer intensity of it by the way his slippery slick thwacks! against the back of your pussy, hot and heavy. It seems to inflate you from the inside, “Until we have our…fuck.”

And it’s not like Gojo to let up a sentence. Especially one that wavered with emotion.

“Until I have…” He starts again, blue eyes twinkling. “…you.”

Right now he was cupping the side of your face with his left hand- accidentally…or perhaps not…dslodging the translating device from your ear.

And then the Na’vi olo’eyktan leans with his forehead pressing down on top of yours.

Dragging his hand down the side of your head, where his beads for you twinkled in the glow of Eywa’s tree. Breathing out the words—“Oel ngati kameie, muntxa si.”

He looks at you with a slightly sad smile as if he was almost bitterly glad you didn’t understand. Though little did he know…“Oel ngati kameie, Satoru.”

And the look on his face was worth all the time you’d spent poring over Na’vi language books with Shoko these past few days. At least you understood this.

You grin, “I did a bit of research myself.”

He holds you tight, he holds you as if he wanted you two to become one.

More so.

Eventually—after about four or so more rounds, and once you were thoroughly shattered and kept on begging for it, Gojo had swiped his long kuru into his hand and raised it up to you. You yourself didn’t have one, but if there was anything you learned from being with the Herwi people—it’s that love comes in all forms and differences.

You press your lips to his flower-like nerves at the very end of his braid. Immediately, a rush of something between you two and you understand what he meant about being mates.

You feel what Gojo sees.

You feel what Gojo smells.

You feel what Gojo hears.

You feel what Gojo tastes.

You feel what Gojo feels.

You feel complete.

.

.

.

Day #6 in the Herwi village (day after the mating):

The ancient of the Herwi clan were one of the only believers in fated mates, of one who had been destined to walk beside you upon this good planet through Eywa’s will. It was said that life does not flower until one meets one’s fate, not even the skies shall migrate, not even the ice shall melt. 

Two souls bound to meet.

And until then one can only look up, up, up…

This scientist was found in quite the curious position as mate to the olo’eyktan on the morning after.

Re-entering the village, hand-in-hand, it was inevitable that the Herwi people would stare. Not only was it quite past the deadline of six moons given, but each bore resemblance of a mating session that could’ve been spotted a smile away.

Bite marks. Bruises. Slight falter in walking.

Not to mention that it seems word had spread about the…inoccupancy of the Tree of Winter just the night prior. (Additionally for more on Herwi stamina read Page 69…)

Circling back, the stares were rather unabashed. Some gasping. Some ribbing. Some tuts by elders of the clan who then again turned around with a smile.

It was obvious that they had been praying for the olo’eyktan’s happiness for a long, long time.

It must be noted that congratulations were doled out heavily at the communal dinner that night. Food. Dances. Parades.

It must be noted even further that preparations for coronation at the Herwi tsahìk shall be taking place in a week’s time. Who would have thought, a human being a tsahìk? Who would have thought that humans had fated mates as well?

For this scientist’s final note, preparations are already being planned meticulously for the arrival of a new heir to the Gojo name.

And that leaves the scientific community with one last thing, now that fluency in the Na’vi language is on the path to be attained: the glossary.

Tsahìk - Head shaman, high priest, interpreter..

Olo’eyktan - Male clan leader.

Mawey - Calm.

Txeylan - Best friend.

Ì’awn - Stay.

Fnu - Be quiet.

Txen - Awake.

Nga lu rusey- oh, nga lu rusey. - You’re alive- oh, you’re alive.

Oe'm lefpom. Txen? Lu nga txen? Tsal pung? - I’m happy. Awake? You’re awake? Are you injured?

‘Upe lu nga fwew? - What are you looking for?

Yawne? Oe'd tìng aynga. - Beloved? I’d give you anything.

Oe pey ngim krr. - I’ve been waiting a long time.

Tìnga’prrnen - Pregnant.

Tìnga’prrnen? Oe? - Pregnant? Me?

Nga new ne kanom oe tìnga’prrnen. - You want to get me pregnant?

Fì'u - This.

Irayo nga - Thank you.

Oe ke ronsem tsonta lu tìnga’prrnen. - I wouldn’t mind being pregnant.

Lake Yapay - Lake Steam.

Hona beads - Endearing.beads.

Mt. Hoet - Vast.

Kuru - Neural queue.

Oel ngati kameie, muntxa si. - I see you, my mate.

Oel ngati kameie, Satoru. - I see you, Satoru.

A/N. It must be acknowledged that Herwi culture was influenced by some aspects of Inuit culture, as well as some aspects of my own Sinhalese culture! Both such beautiful cultures that I was honored to research more in-depth on. Also this Na'vi vocabulary bank was used, and for longer Na’vi sentences this translator was used and might not be fully accurate ahhh-

Plagiarism not authorized.

[sunasbon]

★ — # ❝ FIVE ★ STARRR MUNCH ?!

༯ sum. what happens when you try to teach a virgin nerd new tricks oof — only for him to be a certified eater.

warnings. fem! reader, sub and dom undertones, over stim, dirty talk, praise, hair pulling, dácryphilia, õral (f!receiving), p in v, porn with a plot basically, ḟace sitting, fingering, cunnlíngs, unprotected sèx, masterbation in the intro, õral fixation etc. .

ella note ; caleb ver 🦦 there's no part two. vegas told me to post this ehhh (not proof read but hereee)

a literal closeted freak.

he claims he's 'innocent' doesn’t have a clue what on earth he's doing — or the classic line of excuse 'doesn't know how to fuck right yet another lame motto he tells himself.

The first attempt was to watch a few explicit videos online to see how this type of concept works— visual learning to get a better understanding of it before he mustered up the courage to get his hands on it.

after a brief search through the of the porn website, finding a somewhat realistic video that caught his attention was close to what he was looking for — the video starts off with the girl grasping at the guys hair as knelt down between their legs, it was pure heaven. the way the girls jaw sawing open, a fat pearly glob of drool connecting to sheer glossy lips just from getting ate out.

all of the new sensations made his dick twitch?

he took this as reminder for himself to study the technique of this videotape. gojo’s gluped as if it was a hard pill to swallow that he was actually getting hard off of two minutes into the porn video, the cotton of his black slacks pooling below towards his ankles.

he was suffocating, the way his cock was pulsating ‘pounding’ so loud like a drum in his ears just begging for a slither of something, anything . . .

gojo managed to pull down the cotton fabric of a bunch of his marvel boxers bunched up at his thighs — the pornography video switches scenes where the girls was arching her spin downwards in the depths of the mattress, the guy was behind her this time grasping at her hips like she was going to vanish into thin air.

wanton moans bounced off the film from his computer, it was effortless on how much cum was beaded at flared tip just throbbing.

he was down bad.

the thought was both a confession and a plea, echoing in the shameless silence of his room.

his lanky long frame sprawled out in the comfort of his room — the shameless thoughts of doing it to you. it was even more embarrassing of the countless amounts of the translucent milky cum beaded at the weeping slit. each stroke made his balls churn, sweat beads glistening on his forehead.

his chest heaved rising and falling at his whim trying to keep his voice but stiffens out a few grunts and chocked moans.

cerulean irises darting across the screen, gojo had nipped softness of his bottom pink lip down on the skin as if it was his last moment as he managed to finally make himself cum — the stickiness webbing up in between his fingers zeroing in on the way it glistening, the hefty aroma waffling through out his complex where anyone could've walked in.

‘fuck . . .’ he lets a low groan torn from within deep of his chest, as the pornography film cuts to a practically part . . that gojo definitely wants to try with you, it felt almost so unreal. the messy snowy tucks of hair sticks to the base his forehead like adhesive.

it was pathetic .

the collectibles of anime figurines, video games, comics mangas and posters of his idols plastered on the walls of his living quarters. the baggy clothes — the foggy circular frame of his glasses just on the bridge of his nose the porn mirroring off the laptop as it closes to selection of porno videos to choose from. . again.

second attempt, was simple enough.

‘study session’

his brows knifing together in euphoria, trying to keep himself downright silent. you were hovering over his face — felting a shift. his throat was like parched on the inside, salivating at the site of your glistening pussy right in front of hint like a buffet waiting to be eaten.

‘fuckkk— please can i taste you . . ?’

he could smell the heady aroma of her arousal lingering, the musky, slightly sweet fragrance that was uniquely her.

‘you suree toru?’

‘y-yes! . . i-i am!.’

gojo’s his hands flew towards your thighs, as he shudder underneath you as you settle on his face. it was unsteady at first, frantic kisses on your clit as if he couldn’t get enough. your hips bucked towards his face, preaching just yourself just right where he wants. ‘shittt— toru . . ‘

the nickname falls pouring out of your lips like a prayer, it caught gojo off as his slender hands tightened as if it were going to disappear on him. ‘you.. tatse so good..’

‘I want more . . ‘

pornographic moans and groans bouncing off the walls of his room, you were falling apart on gojo’s face, tugging a fist of his sliver strands spilling out the sides of your hand. he'd yearn to drown in your pussy as if it was tsunami swallowing him whole, but he’d be the one to swallow it all. ‘toru. . !!—thats it . . your tongue feels s-so g—goodd!‘

what type of gentleman would he be if he didn’t finish his meal properly?

he studied every aspect of you, mapping out curve of your body underneath his fingertips. It was methodical, like he was back at his computer, studying a complicated algorithm. ‘mm sorry . . did you know.. the c—clitoris has over 8,000 nerve endings . .?

‘which is more than any other part of the body . . . .’

the feverish skin of your thighs as ear muffs around his face, sweet intoxication taste of your sopping wet cunt. the pure taste of you was a sweet, chaotic intoxication, a stark contrast to the dry, academic physics facts he knew by heart.

he could feel it all, every single one of the eight thousand plus nerve endings firing off under his tongue, a live wire of sensation zigzagging that sent shockwaves across your system at the pleasure . ‘mmph — hah . . don’t stop..’

his tongue swiftly moves in the center — flat against your spasming hole as it clenches and unclenches around his invading muscle feeling the throb nestled between your thighs.

gojo focused his attention on her clit then, circling the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue before suckling gently, he could feel it throb against his lips as he licked and kissed and teased.

his lips toying with your clit, drawing the sensitive bud in, your jaw sawing open in a silent scream at the sensation in the pit of your stomach. he was mastering the technique arts of ‘pussy eating’.

his lips curled into a soft smile, cerulean irises in on the way your pussy twitch and muscle spasms understands the buds of his tongue tasting every nook and cranny leaving nothing untouched. his jaw was aching at this rate — though he didn’t give a fuck. .

guess that act of hard labor of studying payed off.

slurping and lewd sounds fills the air as gojo face pushes himself deeper into your musk, inhaling in his lungs made him head dizzy — he’d stay inside as long as he wanted if he could, matching his pace as you bucked upwards on the tip of his tongue down to the center of your folds. it made him groan into your thighs at how much power you had over him.

‘f-fuckkk— how’d i get this lucky..’

the edge of his nose ran against your clit as he ate you out, gojo got a kick out of seeing you arching your back a bow on a string. ‘toru. . ! you’re gonna make me cum hah at t-this— rate..! ‘.

gojo’s cheeks hallowed out as he drank you in like the sweetest ambrosia he’d ever had — never letting up as he greedily lapping at your pussy of your slicks dribbling down his chin, the throbbing sensation on his tongue. his fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy at leisurely pace, desperate to make a pretty woman like you cum just as he practiced.

he letting his tongue wrap around the peraly clit peaking out once more as you writhe underneath him as you felt your thighs tremble under his awe struck gaze, he never took his eyes off the way your were tugging your at his hairs as your tongue lolling out of your mouth from the intense warmth in your stomach , those muffled words rolling off his lips like a whimper ?

‘cum for me, pretty.. please..’

a blinding white heat exploded behind her eyelids as her climax crashed over her like a tidal wave. your back arched sharply, pressing your spine into his chest as a guttural moan tore from the deepest part of your throat . . you both panting heavily, glistening sweat beads down beneath you both it was a hot sticky mess.

‘s-same time, next week.’

no part 2 (I hate the way i wrote this lmao I’ll get over it…)

[sunasbon]

❛ CRIMEOLOGY -

. . . AN PRODIGY HORROR SERIES. ❜

༯ sum. you're a detective - spying on criminals operating in an underground fighting ring. simple, get the information and leave without your identity being blown.

warnings. fem! reader, p w plot, crime au, õral (f!receiving), semi public, manhandling, double pénetration, hair pulling, hand cuffs, tips touching, créampiés, spit roasting, etc.

notes : in honor of 3k pluss celebration ! ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ I decided to bring back my favorite crime series, from wayyy back.

❛ CELL BLOCK A ❜

❛ BLOODLINE ❜

❛ KNOCK OUT ❜

❛ CHOKEHOLD CHAMPION ❜

❜ SIX EYEE KILLA ❜

[jabesa0]

🌃 don’t worry, no one’s looking 🌃

[sunasbon]

CHEER FEVER !

SYNOPSIS! : nerd gojo and his pretty cheerleader girlfriend!

WC:(4k)+ warnings : college au, shy nerd gojo, cheerleader reader!, semi public,nicknames, pussy eating (sweetheart, baby),jealous gojo that’s all for now!

satrou wasn’t the jealous type of person in general, truth be told he couldn't help but feel that way when his pretty little girlfriend is a cheerleader catching the eye of a particular jock on the field while you were warming up with the rest of team, in your old fashioned—uniform with you pom pom before tonight’s game started with the rest of your teammates.

“satrou you okay, you’ve seem kind of out of it a little?” you pouting on him, crossing your arms over chest a little uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach, you knew him better than anyone even himself.

the question caused satrou to raise an eyebrow in curiosity, though he only gave a nonchalant shrug in response, "hm? oh, yeah, i’m fine i guess." satrou tried his best to hide his jealousy, though he failed utterly as his girl had seen right through him.

“you sure? I can walk you too class, while i finished up practice for the game.”

the offer from his you seemed to put satrou on ease, as his eyebrows no longer wrinkled and his frown turned into a small smile, "that would be nice of you." satrou replied, not really sure of what else to say. it's not like he can just outright admit that he's jealous, that would be just downright pathetic.

“of course I’ll see you after practice then” you waved him off, going back to the track with her cheerleading teammates.

satrou waved goodbye towards his you, watching you run back towards your teammates and practice without any further incident. her bubbly personality seemed to always brighten up his day, even when he was feeling a little down. it's almost as if everything went right with her around.

he watched the football team take a break, taking a moment to scan the crowd and observe everything going on around him. he let his eyes wander around the stadium, only to eventually settle on to—a familiar sight from your school. toji was, without a doubt, one of the best quarterback players on his team, and satrou had heard many praises his skill and talent over the years. his athletic ability and dedication were something to be envious of.

his star quarterback status was nothing to sneeze at either, making him a very desired figure among the female students at their school. satrou would hear stories about how the girls would fawn over him every time he stepped on the field.

toji's handsome gaze met yours, his green eyes locking in on yours and not relenting. he smirked at you in a teasing way, his confidence and charisma oozing from his pores as he walked over to you. he had a cocky and flirtatious look on his face, which only seemed to highlight his attractiveness.

as toji stepped off the field, he looked around toward where the cheerleaders were practicing. his eyes quickly met with yours, and he gave you a subtle wave, smiling in your direction. it seemed like the entire field and bleachers turned their heads to him now, as most of their eyes were glued on toji, staring intently, making it easy to see how attractive of a figure he was.

he was annoyed at the whole situation, his anger growing with each word that exchanged between you two. "who does the jock think he is? he thinks he can just walk up to you and expect you to just fall head over heels for him? he's lucky i'm not beating his ass right now."

toji's appearance certainly didn't help with your frustration surrounding him—he was handsome, beefy, and confident enough to walk up to you without even a care in the world. he had the entire stadium in a trance. the cheerleaders all fawned over him as he made his way toward you.

some girls even shouted his name to get his attention, hoping they'd be the lucky ones to be blessed by him. satrou watched the entire scene play out, finding himself growing increasingly irritated with toji's existence—biting the inside of his cheek.

not having much better to do with the half-time break, you decide to walk into the locker room to pick up something from your locker, taking the few free minutes you had to get some things in order before the game resumes. you weren't aware of just how long you spent in your locker when you suddenly felt a familiar presence approaching from behind you.

you were so involved in getting your stuff in order, you didn't notice toji. the arrogant-quarterback from the school's football team approaching from behind you. he leaned in towards you and let out a subtle chuckle, leaning his arm against the locker behind you and placing his body close to yours.

toji's smirk grew wider when he noticed the annoyed tone in your voice, his eyes shining with amusement as he stepped a little closer to you, putting him in your personal bubble. "do I really need to say?" toji replied, not taking his eyes off of you for a single moment—trying to woo you with his small talk wanting to get into your pants, plus you knew it really and wouldn’t give him that attention.

"I'm not dating you, forget it."you weren't amused by his actions at all, and instead, you were irritated and disgusted by his flirtatious antics.

the words that came from your lips made his smirk fade away in an instant, you putting him in his place had caught him by surprise. a small frown appeared on his lips as he stepped back from you, his hands coming out of his pockets, "I get that you're already dating someone, but that doesn't mean you can't have a little fun once and awhile, right?" he asked, a cocky smile returning to his lips.

honestly did he really think you were going fall for his charms and popularity status? what a joke.

the mention of satrou name had toji's eyebrow shooting up in surprise, though he didn't look very impressed by the information. he couldn't understand why a beautiful girl like you would lower yourself enough to date a nerd, especially when the jock sitting in front of you is offering himself to you like that. toji narrowed his eyes at you. "are you kidding me? you seriously prefer dorks over jocks?"

"yeah? why are you surprised at that?" you scoffed at his remarks clearly not impressed by his performance to try and seduce you, it was pointless almost.

toji's cocky smirk faded away once more at the blunt answer that came from your lips, your lack of embarrassment and straightforward tone made it clear that you were not flirting with him whatsoever, he was just wasting his time. "oh is that so? cause i highly doubt it." he said sarcastically, taking a step closer to you, once again, invading your personal bubble.

you don’t respond only giving him a blank look.

even though you had made your rejections perfectly clear, toji was stubborn, refusing to accept that the beautiful girl in front of him was not into him. he stepped even closer to you as you attempted to walk away, now placing his frame in front of you. "oh come on darling, i know you like me. i can tell by how much you seem to look my way all the time."

“trust me, i don’t.”

the sound of the pa system announcing that the game would start back up in a few minutes filled the stadium and the players with energy. you didn’t hesitate to follow the cheer leaders back towards the field, not letting toji get into your head and ruin your spirits.

however, toji wouldn’t give up so easily, as he quickly followed close behind you and tried to engage in conversation with you again.

despite his flirting antics, you chose to brush it off and ignore him. you've had enough of his ego and his attitude, and all you wanted to focus on was your team winning tonight. you continued walking, trying to block out his voice and the way he kept on trying to be close to you.

after a few minutes, you made it to the field where the cheer leaders were all practicing their performances for the game.

you felt your annoyance and anger build up as toji once again tried to engage in conversation with you. he was persistent and annoying, and he wouldn't take a hint no matter how many times you brushed him off. it was truly the most irritating thing you've experienced today?

was he really that desperate?

the sound of the pa system announcing that the game would start back up in a few minutes filled the stadium and the players with energy. you didn’t hesitate to follow the cheer leaders back towards the field, not letting toji get into your head and ruin your spirits.

however, toji wouldn’t give up so easily, as he quickly followed close behind you and tried to engage in conversation with you again.

satrou narrowed his eyes towards your direction, upon seeing that toji was still trying to engage in conversation with you—even after he was repeatedly told to go away—was enough to set him off.

he pulled you into a tight embrace, not letting toji get a word in edge-wise. however, this was only followed up by an uproar of gossip among the students, who began to crowd around you, toji, and satrou, creating some sort of chaotic scene.

the sound of their whispers filled the atmosphere, and the attention of the students shifted away from the game and towards the three of you in the middle.

the crowd continued to grow bigger and louder as the students started speaking among themselves, all wanting a glimpse at what was happening. toji, satrou, and you were now the main attractions, and the whispers quickly turned to gossip and rumors.

with the situation now growing out of hand, you could hear a few of the students snickering and laughing at the scene, making snarky remarks about all of you. people from all over the stadium gathered around to watch the scene unfold. it became almost impossible to hear anything over the sounds of the growing chatter coming from the crowd.

satrou was standing next to you, a fiery glint in his eyes as he glared at toji, not backing down from the situation.

a few whispers started spreading among the crowd when it became clear that satrou was confronting toji and was about to start a fight. some people in the crowd got up from their seats, hoping to see the action as it unfolded. some students started chanting "fight!" as they eagerly awaited the two to start brawling.

satrou blue eyes narrowed at toji, his tone becoming deadly and sharp as he responded with a few words. "so are you going to keep flirting with her like a pathetic dog or do you want your teeth knocked in?" satru kept his attention on toji, his grip on you becoming tighter with each word he spoke.

you saw satrou’s eyes flicker a dull red for a moment and a wave of heat radiating from his body. he had been angered by toji's insult enough to want to punch him in his face, but he couldn't lose track of what was important here.

he wanted to punch the jock into the ground for his comment and the way he would never leave you alone.

toji spoke up in response to satrou remarks, his demeanor and tone becoming more frustrated as he spoke. "as if a twinkie like satrou could actually punch me, I'm surprised he hasn't taken her out on a date yet." toji's cocky grin returned to his face once again, his expression becoming even more snarky.

this was getting out of hand fast.

satrou continued to trade insults towards toji, his anger and temper escalating even more as he spoke. "you're an idiot if you think you can be so pathetic as to walk up to another's man's girl and flirt with her right in front of them." the crowd around you grew louder and louder, many people cheering for satrou while they watched the two argue.

toji’s smug smile only grew wider as he responded, his words becoming more sarcastic and arrogant. "look, twinkie, i'm just doing what any other jock would do. you should be thankful that i let you have her for so long." the crowd of students grew even louder at toji's comment as he continued to smirk smugly at him, trying to get under his skin even more with his words.

gojo clenched his fist practically turning white from his comments even hearing toji's smug remark, and his patience was running thin at this point. he finally lost it. gojo suddenly swung his fist like lightning as it connected straight to toji's jaw with a loud smack. it was enough to make toji's whole head whip back, his eyes widening in shock as gojo fist landed right on his cheek.

"you'll be sorry for hitting me, twinkle," toji sneered, a smirk still plastered on his face despite the bruise now forming where satrou had punched him.

the crowd was still in an uproar, many of them cheering for satrou while others were trying to instigate another fight. the guard still held satoru and toji at different sides of the building, making sure they couldn't get their hands on one another any longer.

you followed satrou as he was being escorted to the other side of the building. you didn't want to even look towards toji at this point, as you were annoyed with his incessant flirting and harassment directed at you.

satoru was still hot-headed and angry after their altercation, as he kept muttering curses and insults under his breath when he wasn't addressing the guard. he seemed like he was having a hard time keeping his temper in check.

you saw satoru finally letting himself relax. sitting down on the bench next to you and taking your hand in his. his expression softened, and his body language relaxed as he slowly let go of his tension. he was relieved that it was over and that no one had gotten hurt in this whole ordeal.

satoru’s grip on your hand was tight and comforting—feeling the tension still lingering from the encounter that’s was moments ago. he looked over at you with a relieved expression, and his mind was focused on having you by his side and calming his nerves.

you're taken aback as satrou grabs your arm and pulls you away to the vacant locker room, where you two had some privacy. he wrapped his your arm was tight and firm, but not in a rough manner as he dragged you along.

once you were inside the locker room, satrou closed the door behind him and pulled you close to him in a intimate manner.

he slender arms looped around you, his breath becoming a little heavier as he pulled you closer. he didn't need to say anything else to tell you that he wanted you right now, his whole aura was telling you that.

your bodies were pressed up against each other, and his lips were hovering dangerously close to yours—nothing more than to let out that pent up energy that’s lingering inside of himself.

“can’t believe that asshole.” satoru mumbled against your lips, kissing the inner curves of your mouth. his slender hands roamed over your body squeezing your waist pulling you closer to his board chest fitting together—two puzzle pieces together as one.

‘your nerd of a boyfriend can’t satisfy you’ tsk let me prove him wrong? hm baby?” he states in a mocking tone a small smirk plastered on his lips, knowing his words were a complete joke to him. satrou knew you inside and out and knew the right ways to make you cum wether it be from his fingers alone or his tongue every time, never fails to make you fold underneath him—like pure putty in his hands.

your body felt warm and euphoric as satoru lips moved along the corner of your mouth, sending butterflies fluttering in your stomach. your breath grew shorter and shorter with each kiss to your neck and each inch closer to your lips. his tender kisses felt like a sweet and gentle massage, making your body tingle with euphoria.

your whimpers were like music to his ears, filling him with an intense urge to take whatever he wanted. he was fully intent on taking complete ownership of your body with his touch.

“toru…come on the game starts back in a few—”

“the game can wait, but I can’t.”

shortly, your back is pressing against the cold tilted of the locker rooms as satrou wet kisses the nap of your neck trailing down turning into more sloppy ones leaving a trail, you desperately tried to close your thighs together feeling your growing auroral through the fabric of your sparkling bedazzled outfit—feeling a hint of warmth coursing through your body.

satoru smile faded slightly noticing your shift of movement tilted to the side—mumbling against your tummy stopping completely for a moment.

“what’s the matter baby? hm? don’t you want me to eat your pretty pussy?” he teased at the last words playfully, his cheek still nuzzled into your softness of your tummy, feeling the warmth of his slender fingers gently squeezing and resting lazily on your sides.

“i-i do..” you stammer out desperately trying to keep your thigh closed together trying to hide the wet spot in the fabric of your cotton panties, it was stupid to even try to hide it you knew it. only desperately wanting him as bad as he wanted you.

“hm? didn’t catch that baby. you want to speak up for me?” he taunted that cheesy smile of his plastered on his face knowing your embarrassed about couldn’t help but to tease you a little bit more, his slender fingers lifting your skirt bunched up the fabric pulled itself up slowly.

“toru..i-i……need you please” you confessed softly warmth spreading through your body once more, causing satoru smirk to deepen at your words trailing his sloppy kisses down to stomach tracing along the waistband giving it a gentle tug as it loosens falls down your thighs to the floor.

“that’s my girl.” satoru cooes, swiping his calloused thumb across your sensitive nub. his gaze lands on your cunt, nuzzling in between your soft thighs hearing his breath hitched. satoru thick lengthy fingers toyed with your clit, pinching the sensitive nerve causing you to jolt against him.

“toru…c’mon..”

“so impatient baby hm. gettin’ wet f’ me barely even touch you.”

satoru mumbles, tugging and toying at your clit. his glossy lips glinting in the dim light teasing you into utter bliss causing you to writhe around at the stimulation.

your hands tugged at loose white strands of hair causing him to groan against your thighs, his tongue alternating between swirling around your clit and sucking on the sensitive nud—feeling the heaven through arching your back perfectly. not caring whom heard you throughout the walls of the locker room.

“satoru..!..ngh..please..”

“fuck…baby y’er close already? bet that jock can’t eat you out like this huh…”

your moans mingled together throughout the room bouncing off the walls, as satrou continued to tease your cunt with his tongue eating you out as if your were his last meal on earth his face stuffed with your cunt.

“answer the question baby.”

“n-no…toru….mph!fuckfuck..”

you writhing around against his face tightening your hands on his hair throwing your head, if it wasn’t for holding your thighs over his shoulders keeping you steady—knowing your legs would’ve given out on a instant.

satoru’s hands held your thighs open for him, the flat of his tongue slurped up your slick probing deeper inside of cunt you could only buck your hips against his face, trying to gain more stimulation from him but he had other plans.

only to, suddenly removing himself nuzzled between your thighs covered in your ecstasy and salvia dripping down his chin, with that same teasingly smirk lingering causing you to whine and scrunch your brows together in frustration. you didn’t honestly think you were going cum so easily with a teasing bastard like him huh?

“satoru…w-why..did you stop??” your breathing was still heavy and your skin glowed in the dim lighting of the locker room. sweat started to bead up on your forehead, and you still felt a hazy from the stimulation. you were grew rather frustrated and wanting to reach your orgasm to have it decided by your lover.

“sorry babe, but the game starts back in a few minutes.” he hums but you could practically hear the tease in his voice, placing you on your feet. you mumbling a few curses underneath your breath huffing, feeling you stumble forward you catch yourself.

satoru smiles back with a cheeky and teasing smirk as he watches your annoyed expression when he pulls away. he then unlocks the door, giving you no chance to respond or continue any further action, even though you were very tempted to do so. he laughs and winks at you before stepping out of the locker room, leaving you all by yourself inside.

you straighten out your uniform and make sure your appearance was looking proper before stepping out of the locker room. you didn't see gojo anywhere, but you assumed he was already at the game. he did say that the game was starting in just a few minutes, and he was always one to be right on time. you made your way towards the game, looking for satrou amongst the other students who had already taken their seats.

you began to get concerned about satrou’s sudden disappearance, worried that he might be in trouble. he had gone missing without a trace after you two left the locker room, and his whereabouts were completely unknown at this point.

you searched all the crowd of students, searching for any sign of satoru but came up with nothing. you began to get increasingly worried with each passing moment, wondering where he could have gone so suddenly without a word?.

just when you thought things couldn’t get any worse than this. where the hell did he go?

oh great.

a wave of concern washed over you as satrou still hadn't shown himself by the quarter of the game, which only caused worries of where he could have gone to creep up on you. you were worried and stressed, not knowing if he were hurt and unable to show himself, or somewhere else. your annoyance grew with each passing second, until you suddenly heard toji's voice behind you.

"looking for someone?" toji asked, looking at you with a smug grin on his face. his friends all stood close to him, smirking as they looked at you. one of them even had the nerve to let out a chuckle, clearly enjoying how annoyed you were at the moment. it’s as if they were mocking your concern for satrou—was nowhere to be seen still. “I wouldn’t worry much about him, the nerd show sooner or later. or not.”

“what—why?”

“you ask way too many questions, relax. we have a game to finish. see you out there sweetheart”

you started at them confused, wanting to run after them to question them more but it was too late they were already heading to the field—but you should’ve expected them not take this matter seriously.

you only hoped gojo was okay somewhere.

@screampied @hoshigray @shaguro

[chosobon]

hi mootie <33 ahhh i saw that you have a writing blog! i can't wait to check it out hehe 💖

thank youuuuu 💞

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[thatsallitchief]

Saw the new season trailer, and busted this out

[thatsallitchief]

Nanami time! This time w new glasses 🤭

[thatsallitchief]

Drew my glorious blue eyed king, forgot I never doodled him 💔

[thatsallitchief]

Wanted to draw the pair, and I love how hero turned out and gojo, he’s just there …

[thatsallitchief]

After watching the movie, I now am obsessed with choso 😛 ugh loved drawing him here

[insaneption]

we finally saw him in the trailer

i can't wait anymore

[onelongsound]

another toji practice

[itterhorns]

Just remembered how I drew Higuruma’s nose months ago and my mouth watered.

[chu-cho]

posting here too

[tonycries]

Doctor! Doctor! - N.K.

Synopsis. How many doctors does Dr. Nanami Kento (MBBS) consult regarding his strange symptoms as of late? Six. How many different solutions is he given regarding them? Six. How many of those solutions include being ridden right back to health by you (MBBS, MS)—the cute lil’ surgeon he’s had his eyes on? Only one.

Pairing. Nanami Kento x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!surgeon!reader, doctor!Nanami, hospital AU, 5 + 1 if you squint, Nanami’s DOWN BAD, symptoms of yearning, slight crackfic, first times (Nanami’s), oraI (fem rec.), PÚSSYDRÚNK NANAMI, he goes feraI, fíngering, spítting, stopping you from running, p talking, improper use of stethoscopes, cúmming in his pants, ríding, MANHANDLlNG, improper use of examination tables, overstím, science talk, teaching him, being taught by him, p babbIing, slight bréeding, creampíes, cúmpIay, getting together, Gojo cameo, pet names, swéaring..

Word count. 14.9k

A/N. Since Santa Tony thinks you babygirls have been good this year mwahaha (jk y’all are amazing and I lob y’all sm)- inspired by this tiktok by the amazing @/v4mpyrf4e (SUCH a sweetheart y’all)!!

The first opinion.

“So…heart palpitations, chest tightness, tremors, poor concentration, and a lack of sleep. Is that all?” Dr. Haibara’s thoughtful tone carries above the buzz of the hospital canteen. It was like a never-ending pulp of noise—cries, conversation, and the remnants of consultations all brewing into one with the smell of coffee. 

Nanami needed it. He’d gotten less than ten hours of sleep this week and was on his fifth cup already.

Decidedly not the healthiest lifestyle meant to be led by a general practitioner (and especially not by the ever-sensible Nanami Kento)- but that’s exactly why he was here.

Lying to his best friend of over ten years, “Yes…yes, that’s all the symptoms.”

“Hm…” Haibara taps the edge of his pen on his chin, “Is there any specific time when the symptoms worsen?”

“Not quite, it’s just…” Nanami furrows his blond brows, “-they inexplicably seem to flare up most when I’m around—”

And that’s when he sees it.

The flash of your white coat.

“-her.”

Haibara echoes, “Her?”

With the faint curve of your smile and your intelligent eyes.

With that uniform you seemed to make look like a wedding dress a beautful gown.

With the slight halo around you that seemed to blur out the rest of the world.

Younger than the both of them, and yet higher in rank (Nanami would never be ashamed to admit it, in fact, out of the entire hospital you might be a rare case that could rival him in grit. And for some reason that made him…well, he liked it to say the least). The sweetheart of the General Surgery department. A favorite amongst patients and staff alike.

You were everything that he had trouble becoming.

And the word blurts out of Nanami’s traitorous mouth faster than he can stop himself.

So awkward and feeble—weakly falling between his usually-stern lips that had no trouble telling off their most stubborn patients, directing lectures for the new residents, and earning him a reputation as one of Tokyo Jujutsu Hospital’s toughest doctors.

The Ratio Doctor, for his steady hands.

The Blond-haired Sorcerer at GP.

The Ice Prince (Nanami wasn’t quite sure whether he should be insulted by this one- though, given that it’d been created by a particularly annoying blue-eyed surgeon down in the ophthalmics department then maybe he should be…)

People both respected and slightly feared him - after all it took quite some doctor to climb the ranks and become the best in his department, the best of the best. And the youngest, at that!

Which is why most of the hospital staff would laugh in your face if you told them that Nanami Kento was suffering from a particular…malady himself, and had been wracking his brains day and night trying to correctly administer himself a diagnosis.

With nothing yet.

Hell, they might even prescribe you a neurological exam. 

It’s with this thought in mind that Nanami had confided in his best friend, his oldest, his only confidant all through high school to university to medical school. Dr. Haibara Yu from the pediatrics department, who swivels around in his seat to catch sight of you—he brightens up…and commits the most heinous atrocity to friendship - he calls you right over.

He grits his teeth as the other man waves you down in the middle of scanning the canteen for a free seat- “Yu!” Nanami hisses underneath his breath, pulling down one of Haibara’s hands where it was dangling in mid-air. He pins it down onto the faux-wooden plastic of the table- only for Haibara to start waving at you with the other. “Yu, what do you think you are doing—”

“What?” Haibara turns to him with an innocent expression, both arms put down now.

But it was too late - and you were already heading their way with a polite smile and your tray steaming with your lunch.

Nanami feels like his face was much the same temperature.

Fuck—there it was again! With his eyes pointedly downturned, Nanami snatches Haibara’s prescription book right out of his hands to start jotting these strange symptoms down.

“Hey there!” He’s looking up at the sound of your voice- and is immediately turning away (for good reason). Palpitations. Perspiring. Possible heart murmurs or arrhythmia? The table rattles ever-so-slightly as you place your tray down and take a seat besides Nanami—jitters? “Thanks for having me, the canteen’s absolutely packed today.”

He can feel your warm smile against the side of his face, and the only thing that Nanami can possibly do is spare a half-glance your way and nod.

Heart attack?!

But you seem to take it in stride, and turn to Haibara - who beams right back at you, as he was always prone to doing. Now it seems that there’s a strange new symptom of stomach churning. Acid reflux. Not quite pleasant…He wonders how the brown-haired man seemed to never let you affect him in this way.

“Always happy to have you!” Haibara leans over the table to start the conversation, as he always seemed to do between the two of them. “How’s your day been? Kento and I just barely managed to squeeze out for lunch.”

You sigh, “Busy nonstop. Mostly recovering patients than anything-” And Nanami had the faint, fleeting thought that he’d make an appointment with you every day had he been one of your patients—thoughts of delusion. 

“Tell me about it.” Haibara nods understandingly, “I have four walk-ins already waiting.”

“Mm, just had one for an acute abdomen.” You’re poking and prodding distastefully at the grey mush of potatoes they’d served up for the set lunch - and honestly, even after years of working at the hospital Nanami never understood why the food had to be like…that. Unbeknownst to the rational part of himself, he was halfway through jotting down a better recipe for mashed potatoes before he catches himself.

Automatic behavior.

He jolts at the sound of your voice continuing the conversation, blissfully unaware of the inner turmoil that your colleague was in. “There were a few more that I sent for counselling, and then one case of gastritis which wasn’t too bad.”

“Mhm, I missed my rice for breakfast today and I’ve been kinda feeling it too.” Haibara places both hands on his stomach with a huff.

And Nanami—Nanami feels a lightbulb go off inside his brain.

With a sudden rustle of papers (that weren’t quite his, but he had more important things to worry about right now), he’s furiously jotting down. So rapidly, so urgently, that he starts to feel the metal nib dig into his fingertips, and the ink stain dangerously close towards his white sleeves.

Acute gastritis?

Stress and irregular intervals between eating.

Simethicone.

Antacids.

Possible ultrasound abdomen if doesn’t reduce-

“Do you have a patient that suffers from gastritis, Kento?”

Nanami flinches so hard at the sound of your voice so close - the feeling of your warm presence pressed up against his shoulder, the curve of your breast through your clothes - that the pen he was holding flies halfway across the canteen and makes a certain grey-and-black-haired urologist slip on it.

“I’ll go get it!” Haibara announces—and Nanami almost has half the mind to reach his hand out and grab his best friend. To stop him by the scruff of his collar. To make him forget about that damned pen and fucking help him because he’s near the point of requiring resuscitation.

But it’s too late - Nanami’s fingers are barely even twitching, and Haibara’s already slipped away to gather his belonging. Leaving the two of you very, very alone in this crowded canteen.

Was it getting hot in here or was he experiencing some sort of hot flash?

But listen! Nanami Kento has made it through the sleepless nights it took to pass his entrance exams, he’s trudged through the mind-aching years of medical school, he’s survived all the being-yelled-at it took to finish his residency. So surely - surely - he could try and not make an even bigger fool out of himself in front of you? Especially as someone so senior in terms of rank?

So subtly that one almost couldn’t see him moving, he semi-turns to you with a bow of his head. “H-hello.”

You giggle—that one was definitely a heart palpitation. “Why hello, Kento-san. I apologize if I interrupted you in the middle of your work.”

“Not at all.” He shakes his head and pushes up the sagging golden rim of his glasses, “I apologize for being so rude at the table, I should have been paying more attention to my surroundings.” And then he looks at you with a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips, “You could never interrupt.”

To which you seemed to stare at him for a lingering few seconds - was he just imagining it? Was there something on his face? “W-well, that’s good to hear.”

“It’s simply fact.”

“And the pen?”

“Not mine.” There were slight dimples on the sides of his cheeks, you’re noticing. They never did have a chance to pop out given the handsome doctor’s stoic nature. Nanami tilts his head slightly to the side, gaze somehow scrutinizing all of you at once. “If it’s not mine then why bother?‘

You startle out a slight chuckle, “Oh, you’re awful.”

“Who’s awful?”

You and Nanami lurch away as if the proximity between you two burned.

Never realizing just how close you’d been until you’re sliding about a meter away on the bench, never realizing just what it might have looked like until someone else was coming along to pop your little bubble—never realizing that there had been a bubble in the first place.

You’re sinking your teeth into your lower lip to silence your yelp of surprise, Nanami’s eyes meeting yours across the gap you’d just created as if two parts of the same heartbeat. Ba-dump—! The steady tips of his fingers twitch- shortness of breath, oncoming fever.

It seems to take him an age to break the charged eye contact, and by the time he does- Haibara had already taken his seat once more. Pen in his hand. Easy grin not dampened a single bit at the strange air between his best friend and you. “Who’s awful?” He asks once again.

“Kento.” You respond instantly, though he notices that the tone of your voice was slightly out-of-breath (not that Nanami spent time memorizing your exact pitch, inflection, and melody!) With a smile spreading across your face- you seem to lean in as if you were about to nudge the man with your shoulder, but thought otherwise. And you jab at him with your thumb instead, “Kento’s awful for throwing your pen halfway across the canteen.”

“I’ll say.” Haibara knits his brows in a show of joking anger, “Kento, what have I told you about getting so caught up in your work? It’s not healthy.”

“I know I know.” He grumbles.

“What are you working on anyway?” Learning your face in your hands, you take a good look at the towering man. “Within HIPAA, of course.”

“I-” To which…the alleged ice prince of the GP department seems to pale. He seems to let his lips part. He seems to look at his brown-haired best friend and signal for help—

“Ah- ah—!” Haibara starts up abruptly, catching your attention. “You see, Nanami here has been having just a bit of trouble with this new case. New patient. New consultation.” He looks between you and Nanami, wobbly smiles. “Wh-whole new person, of course…”

You narrow your eyes, “Right?”

“You could help us, actually!” Haibara babbles out at the sheer intensity of your stare - and Nanami understood the predicament, he really did. But that didn’t stop him from wanting to reach out and strangle the man. Though, before he could do anything of the sort, Haibara’s reaching over for his notebook and flipping through to the page he’d initially been writing on.

Placing it in front of you and thumbing through the scrawled writing, “These are just my observational notes, you see- heart palpitations, chest tightness, tremors, poor concentration, and a lack of sleep. I was thinking gastritis but-”

“But that would be more in line with more symptoms of intermittent GI discomfort.” You hum, thoughtful now. “Have you conducted any labs?”

Haibara shakes his head, subtly looking at Nanami. “Not yet.”

“I’d recommend an ECG, a CBC to rule out anemia, and a thorough examination of the patient’s sleep history.” You rattle off, and both men were slightly in awe at the ease with which you did. “If the tremors haven’t been accompanied by any tingling or brain fog then we might be able to rule out anything serious that needs an MRI for now. Did you already consider that?”

Nanami’s lips part, “N-no…”

Honestly, something in it made him…tighten in his pants-

“And what if the patient has symptoms of increased libido?” Nanami’s the one to ask at this time, to which you squint down at the paper.

“It hasn’t been written on here, but if there really is such an issue then maybe a hormone check can be done?” A furrow between your brows, one that he wants to kiss away—what?

“What about if they have delusions?”

“They’re displaying signs of delusions?” Your eyes widen, “Maybe we crossed off the MRI too soon- there are many things it could be, I really do think it’s subclinical anxiety, however.”

“Subclinical anxiety?” Nanami asks- did he get anxious around you? That made no sense. He sure did respect you, but that didn’t mean he was afraid in any way- “I disagree, I rather think it’s something to do with pylori-induced gastritis.” It has to be, right?

Your furrow deepens, “With GI symptoms, yes. But notice the context, the epigastric discomfort is likely functional rather than stands on its own-” 

“You can’t just assume anxiety.” Tutting, and Haibara watches the debate like a tennis match. “What if it’s a deeper underlying condition? We can consider anxiety only after the appropriate labs have been done-”

“And what do you suggest then?” Crossing your arms.

“An endoscopy-”

“Hah! An endoscopy?” It was almost condescending, the way you laughed—so why the fuck did it only make his dick throb even harder between his legs? “An endoscopy now might be going too far, if you simply did the basic labs and rule them out-”

He squirms, “F-fair point but what if it’s necessary-”

“Then do it.” You raise a brow sharply, and Nanami has to crush his meaty thighs together. “I have never encountered a general practitioner so thoughtless. Ignore the basic labs and likely prognosis to over-medicate this patient.” You lean in even closer—fuck. “Do it. Worsen their somatic symptoms with your own distress, Dr. Nanami Kento.”

He stares at you, utterly breathless, for a few silent seconds.

Heavy breathing.

Before Nanami’s shooting up in his seat, and scrambling to wrap his stark-white coat tighter over his body. “F-forgive me-” All eyes at the table follow him as he staggers to his two unsteady feet and slips out of the bench. “Forgive me, I seem to have just remembered that I have a ah- terribly urgent walk-in-”

“What?” Even Haibara - who’d taken the opportunity during the heated conversation to dig into your mashed potatoes - questions his best friend. “But I thought you said you were free until-”

“Terribly urgent.”

And the withering glare that Nanami shoots his way is enough to make even the chatty man shut his mouth with a click! stuffing his face with a spoonful of mush. You’re looking between the two that seemed to be having a silent conversation that you weren’t privy to. “Oh um…alright, Kento-san, I apologize if I was rude to-”

“No, never—” And if anything, he was firm on this. Even if the rest of his body was so thrumming with feverish energy that it felt like he was about to break. 

He turns his fiery eyes your way, melting a bit at the look of slight surprise on your face. “Never. I just ah- this is just a really important case. And it has nothing to do with our conversation - which I would love to continue sometime - I simply have to- go-”

And with that, Nanami Kento - the star practitioner - darts through the busy canteen as fast as he could without running. Still, he topples over a particular urologist once more.

It leaves you and Haibara stunned and speechless at his departure.

And Nanami being the only one to know where exactly he’d run off to: the nearest men’s bathroom. Where he’d locked himself inside a stall and jerked his aching cock raw.

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The second opinion.

“Insomnia and heart palpitations…” Shoko furrows her neatly-plucked brows at the man before her, tapping her pen on her empty notepad. “And you’re saying that you’ve been experiencing some mild nausea?”

Nanami sighs, running a hand through his golden locks. “Only on some occasions-”

Her slightly deadpan tone cuts through, “And when is ‘some occasions’, Kento?” Those dark eyes of hers seemed to look right through him - not in the way that yours would, too. But rather they made him squirm just like a child caught doing something wrong by his mother.

His hand in the cookie jar and all that.

You made him squirm in a different way entirely…Nanami shakes his head free of that strange thought.

Dr. Shoko Ieri of the cardiovascular department.

Nanami supposes that if there was any one of his friends he could go to inquire about his strange heartbeat these days, then it would be her. “Some occasions being…” Mindlessly, he’s reaching a hand up to paw at the right side of his chest. Where he could feel his heartbeat - steady now - beat away in a normal staccato. “-when I’m around- people- sometimes.”

“Anxiety, perhaps?” Shoko hums, and Nanami squirms at how closely she seems to echo your words. “But I’ve never known you to be anxious around people, Kento—dislike them, surely. But anxious? The Ice Prince?”

Nanami grumbles, “Why thank you.”

And Shoko seems not to notice the slight hint of sarcasm in his tone, “Is this around the general public or someone in particular?” Ah—what did Nanami say about her seeing right through him? Her judgemental gaze seemed even more stark against the clinical room. And as he struggles to answer, she reaches for the stethoscope that was snaked around her neck.

“W-well—” His prominent Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, “-well nothing like that, really-”

“Right.” 

She didn’t sound like she believed him a single bit.

And before he knows it, she’s snuck the cold metal chest piece past his medical coat. With years of practice, she slips it right above where his heartbeat ambled along. “Regular rate. Breathe in and out deeply for me?”

Nanami does as she says, lifting the button-up underneath his coat so that she can listen without the obstruction of fabric. He’s keeping his sights above her head on the dizzying diagrams and posters of anything to do with hearts. Certain memes that he couldn’t possibly imagine Shoko browsing through the Internet to pick. “I could have done this myself.”

“And yet, you didn’t.” She scoffs boredly, “Shut up and keep breathing before I stop you breathing myself.” The doctor hisses slightly as the icy circle skates across his skin. “Seems to be a normal S1 and S2. Regular rhythms, no murmurs or rubs either- I honestly don’t think you need an ECG.”

“But about the palpitations-”

“I’ll recommend one just in case, all boxes ticked for your own peace of mind-” There’s a sharp craaaack–! as she removes her rubber glove on one hand, murmuring underneath her breath. “-and mine.”

Nanami still holds his shirt up as she places the chest piece on him once more, “Quite the impeccable beside manner you have.”

“I get that a lot.” She counts down something underneath her breath and reaches over for the pen on her desk, starting to jot down something on her prescription pad. A handwriting far worse than even Haibara’s. “Hand this over to that new nurse Ken-”

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK—!

Shoko sighs wearily, “Come in.”

And Nanami turns his head just in time for the clinical door to open and display…you.

In all your glorious, put-together beauty.

In all your intelligent gaze and the reports in your pretty hands—“Ieri, would you mind being a dear and giving me cardiac clearance for this patient before I-” Only then do you seem to notice him, “Oh! Kento-san.”

He thinks he whispers out your name like a prayer but he can’t be too sure.

He’s merely dazzled.

Shoko looks between the two of you with narrowed eyes. 

You’re bowing - and only then does the frazzled man remember to do the same. He slightly grunts at the realization that Shoko’s stethoscope was still on him and she wasn’t showing signs of setting him free any time soon. He still holds his shirt up—and your eyes sweep down his exposed front…“I see you’re getting a check-up done. My apologies, I just seem to be interrupting you today-”

“Never.” It comes out so quickly that Nanami isn’t sure who it surprises more - you, Shoko, or himself. His breath slightly hitches as his friend presses the chest piece deeper against his left pec, “I-I mean, you could never interrupt- this wasn’t even a check-up anyway, this was just…”

“Just?”

Fuck, you were sharp. “Just…”

“Testing my new stethoscope.” His friend swoops down to save him - Nanami Kento always was a bad liar. She presses it harder against his chest as if to prove her point.

Your eyes narrow at the scuffed tubing of the device, which Shoko (not so) casually covers with her other hand. “Wanted to make sure that there was nothing out of the ordinary before using it on patients- wouldn’t want to let our patients down, right?”

“Right…” You supposed it made sense. And with a final flicker of your eyes towards Nanami’s thoroughly ripped core - tannish skin, the ladder-like indentations of his abs, the plumpness of his pecs, that slight tawny happy trail that seemed to just go on…(was he dreaming or did your eyes linger just a little), you’re patting the thick report in your hands. “Well- anyway, what I was here to ask was whether you could look through this patient’s report and clear him for anesthesia for me by tomorrow.”

“Of course, just leave it on my desk.” Shoko nods. And with that, you’re walking away.

And for how painfully his heart seemed to beat out of his chest when you were around, it ached even more to see you leave.

You’re going up a short distance to open the door, and turning around just before you step out. “And good luck with the stethoscope-testing, Kento-san! And remember, subclinical anxiety and basic labs~”

“E-endoscopy…”

The door clicks shut.

They’re both heeeeaving out in breaths of relief, and the flattened end of the stethoscope finally leaves Nanami’s chest. He rubs over the frigid sensation that still prickles at his skin, “I might not have specialized in cardiology but I do know that it doesn’t take that long to investigate with a stethoscope.”

Shoko doesn’t answer. Instead, Nanami’s fixing his button-up and raising his gaze—

Only to find that she’d picked up her little prescription for him and was rip-rip-riiiiiiping it straight down in half. And then in half once more. And then in half about five times more just to add insult to injury before she throws it in the trashcan placed underneath her desk.

She dusts off her hands neatly, “You won’t be needing that.”

“What-” Nanami sputters, as if he was about to lunge down and pick up the pieces of that paper right now. “For what reason?”

Shoko looks at him with tired eyes, “Is this a joke?”

“Why I’d never-”

“Forget that- Nanami Kento doesn’t joke.” She’s raising one of her hands as if to silence him, and using the other to massage her temples. For what reason Nanami has no idea - in fact, he should be the one so distraught over this inconceivable medical neglect! She continues, “You had a heart rate of 120 beats per minute precisely the moment that she entered my office. And no other time prior to that or after.”

He furrows his brows, “And so?”

“No other time prior to that or after.”

“And so?”

“…”

“…”

Wordlessly, Shoko shuffles through her drawers and brings out a slim pen light which she uses to flesh into each of Nanami’s eyes. And he’s not quite sure why he lets her go on with it - but he does, dammit! Maybe she saw something there that he didn’t.

Finally, with her inspection complete, she drops the flashlight back into her drawer and hums. “Would you like me to recommend you for a neurological exam?”

“Excuse me-”

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The third opinion.

“Hmm…honestly, Kento-kun-” Dr. Geto Suguru’s handsome face simpers just a little bit in that feline way that made it hard to tell whether he was being made fun of or not. He’s leaning against the clean, clinical hallway of his department. Residents bowing in respect at the pair as they passed. The ENT sign hanging overlooking them. “-from all the symptoms you’ve told me, I think what I’d recommend to you is just some rest and relaxation.”

Nanami finds himself sighing - it might not be much, but at least it was something different from what Haibara and Shoko (and you, he supposes) told him. “Thank you, Suguru-san.” He’d accosted him just after a line of patients, on a direct path out to Shoko’s clinic, though the blond-haired man doesn’t have it in his urgency to feel too bad about it.

Dr. Geto Suguru was among the best in his department - and the most popular, he had to admit.

The man just had a way about him that made you blissfully unaware he was examining you to the T. And though Nanami couldn’t recall a single conversation with the man that didn’t leave him feeling as though he was having an aneurysm, he did admit that he one of the best to consult.

“Don’t worry about it.” Geto waves off, tearing off the thin black tie in his long hair to redo it. “Sounds like something stressful or anxiety-inducing in your life right now. Like I said, just take the day off: maybe watch a movie, go out and take a walk, lap some sun—wait, are you jotting this down?”

Nanami looks up from Haibara’s notebook (yes, he’d stalked down the man and taken it from him), with a pieced-together imitation of what Shoko had said during their consultation. He blinks, “Yes? Is that a problem?”

That feline smile only grows. “No- no, not at all. Keep up.”

“Of course, Suguru-san.” And Nanami keeps scrawling down.

“Then take a shower. Make your hair look nice.” With a furrow growing between his brows, Nanami keeps scribbling the words down as they came. “Rev up your nicest car. Go out to dinner- someplace fancy.”

“O-of course?”

“Meet a babe.”

Nanami snaps his molten eyes up to meet Geto’s amused ones.

“Take her home and fuck her real good.”

“Suguru-san, I think that’s highly inappropriate—” Times like this, he really did understand why this was Gojo Satoru’s best friend. Even more so when something beyond Nanami’s blubbering figure catches Geto’s eye.

“As a matter of fact-”

And to Nanami’s utter horror, he’s calling out your name across the hallway.

Nanami’s almost fearful to turn around- but how could he not when your very footsteps tread out softly behind him. Your presence. Your voice. Your chuckle. “What’s this all about now, Suguru-san? I have a consultation waiting for me at five.” Nanami turns to face you, and finds that you’re already looking at him. “We meet again, Kento-san.”

“W-we do-” He’s abruptly cut off by the feeling of Geto chummily throwing a hand over his shoulder.

“Kento here—” Geto starts, and Nanami already knows that he doesn’t bode anything well. “-was just wondering whether you were free next Friday night?”

“Oh, I believe so?” You think to yourself, “I don’t have any surgeries lined up- why? Did you want to discuss something about that mystery case of yours?”

“Not quite…”

Geto snorts, “Actually, I don’t think there’d be a lot of talking-”

“I do not wish to discuss this any further.” Nanami had grown slightly taller than Suguru over the years, though both did manage to tower above most of anyone who entered the hospital. And it gives him easy leverage to clap a hand over the dark-haired man’s mouth.

One he’s plucking away with an eyeroll, “Well fine then.” He turns to you - who’d been watching the conversation with your bouncing pupils. And with his most alluring smile added on, “I would like to know if you’re free next Friday?”

You raise a brow in suspicion now, “For?”

“Oh, don’t you know?” And Nanami already hated where this was going, “A handsome man like me, a beautiful woman like you. A nice car. A nice restaurant. A nice apartment that we go back to and- fucking hell.” 

Nanami elbows Geto deep into his stomach.

Thankfully they were in the ENT department.

Geto hunches in on himself with a choked-up noise, and Nanami’s face doesn’t betray a single emotion of what he just did. “Forget he said anything.” Except for the burning blush that scattered across his cheeks.

“I usually do.” You answer, turning back to walk to whatever important case it is that you had to walk back to. He could see it - that importance, the utter respect you demanded - in your stride. Even more of the young medical residents spared you awed glances than they did to him, and it made a part of him…fuck. Calling out over your shoulder, “Headed to the labs for that subclinical anxiety case?”

He reaches a hand up to place over where his stomach was slightly fluttery, “Endoscopy, actually.”

Your giggle follows your departure.

And so does his heart.

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The fourth opinion.

“Hey, ice prince Nanamin~” Such an annoying, graaaaating voice that he unfortunately knows too well calls out from beyond the open elevator doors. “Did you know that down in ophthalmics they’re saying that you’ve got a little condition because you’re a virg-”

Nanami closes the elevator right in Gojo Satoru’s smug face.

He breathes out in relief as the metallic box keeps moving upwards - sure, he was desperate for another medical opinion, but he wasn’t that desperate…

And from where you’d just-so-happened to have been standing in the same elevator with him, you’re laughing behind your clipboard. “You’re too much, Kento-san.”

“I am merely not enough.”

“Labs-”

“Endo-”

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The fifth opinion.

The director of the hospital himself.

Masamichi Yaga stands across from where Nanami was sitting, facing the floor-to-ceiling window. It was one of those offices where all it took was just one look to tell that its owner was someone of high importance: where almost every surface was made of glass, where Nanami could see his own nervous reflection wherever he turned his eyes upon, where there was a perpetual ringing silence in the room.

Now, however, it seemed to have grown twice as deafening since the blond-haired man had entered. He’d confided in Yaga - a former emergency surgeon, his senior during his residency years, the one that had taken him under his wing during his blustering mistake-riddled days - about his malady. His symptoms, so to say.

But the silence only stretches longer, and Yaga keeps staring at the cityscape beyond.

Nanami fiddles with his fingers in his lap - and when even that grows too tedious, he’s just about to open his mouth and ask for a dismissal to return to his duties. Forget this damn strange illness and all!

But almost as if he knew what the younger man was about to do, Yaga speaks up with his gruff baritone. “You know, Kento, you have always been one of the smartest minds that I’ve had the pleasure of observing in this hospital. The sharpest. The most sensible.”

“Th-thank you, sir?” Nanami questions - he wasn’t quite sure where his former teacher was going with this…

Yaga turns around with a look that wasn’t quite one of anything but disappointment, “And yet, I never knew that you could be so fucking dumb-”

Nanami’s mouth parts—he doesn’t know what else he expected. But it certainly wasn’t for his ever-poised teacher to ever speak words like that-

“I’m afraid I don’t understand-”

“And that’s exactly why, Kento.” Walking towards him now, Nanami almost flinches at the heavy hand that the director places on his shoulder. Almost fatherly, to be quite honest - at least he seemed to have a slight bit more empathy than all the others he’d consulted. Slight bit. “You don’t understand, my boy, and that’s not entirely your fault-”

“But-”

“After all you’ve never had a girlfriend, have you?” Yaga asks. And Nanami? Nanami can only…shake his head. “Boyfriend? Love and Deepspace?”

He shakes his head to them all, “What even is a-”

“Nevermind that! You already have so much on your poor, overworked mind.” The man tugs down his shades and examines Nanami’s handsome face, tutting. There seemed to be something here that he was missing…“It’s alright, as your director I understand the consequences of not properly balancing your work and your personal life. But we have time, my boy, don’t we?”

“I don’t understand-”

“Exactly.” Almost as if every word he spoke only made Yaga dig his feet deeper into his notions. And before he knows it, he’s being roused from the cushioned seat and onto his feet- ushered in the direction of the tall doors. “Go- go downstairs and set this right.”

He’s stopping Yaga’s pushes by clasping onto either side of the glass door, “But- but really! I don’t understand what you mean the cure to be?” He wrestles out of the man’s hold and turns to face him, “Do I have to do an ECG? Maybe blood pressure monitoring? Echocardiogram?”

Yaga looks at him squarely - and he almost smiles. “That is, I’m afraid, something you’ll have to figure out on your own.”

And as Nanami is (for a lack of better words) thrown out of the establishment, he’s landing almost on top of the new visitor to Yaga’s office—

“You.”

“You.” Amusement splits your face as you take in Nanami’s harried expression, the way his eyes seem to glimmer ever-so-slighty as he takes in that yes…this can’t be anyone but you. He’d never mistake it to be anyone but you. “We just keep running into each other today, don’t we, Kento-san?”

“Endoscopy.”

“I haven’t even said a word about the subclinical anxiety yet!” You giggle. Before looking over Nanami’s broad shoulders at the older man behind him, “I believe we were supposed to meet regarding the cafeteria food improvements, Yaga-san?”

“Oh-” Yaga looks between the two of you, smacking a hand on his slightly-balding (though he would never admit it) head. “Oh! It completely slipped my mind- oh yes, do come in do come in!”

With a final wink at Nanami, you’re being ushered inside.

And Yaga turns back to the other man with an expression that looked as if he was trying to hold back a smile. “Kento? Would you also like to stay behind and join us in discussing the erm- cafeteria food quality?”

“I uh…” He catches your beautiful, beautiful eye from inside the office. And suddenly it feels as though every speck of marrowbone in his body had turned into lava. “I would love to, but I fear I have an urgent consultation that I must get to—now.”

And with that he’s speed-walking to the elevator, faster than your voice can call out to him.

The palpitations had started up again.

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The sixth opinion.

Heart palpitations

Heart palpitations Brittanica

Shortness of breath, chest tightness, palpitations

Connection between early hyperthyroidism and heart murmurs

Why do I feel my heart race when I’m in the presence of someone?

Nanami blinks, taking off his glasses to wipe them down before putting them back on again. He always did make sure that they were crisp clear, and that not a single letter could be mangled out of place by some misplaced smudge (he’d been to the bathroom with his cock in hand about…five times today, you see). But that was neither here nor there.

His office room was slightly dimmed with night, the primary source of cold light coming from his glaring computer screen. And he’s blinking at his device once more - namely the suggestion that Google had written down underneath his search bar.

Did you mean: Why do I feel my heart race when I’m in the presence of someone I like?

Those strange heart murmurs start up once more—lighter, this time. But present nonetheless.

And Nanami Kento was just about to stab his tabs closed and conclude that he was dying, when a soft knock echoes into his room.

“Come in.” He grunts, absent-mindedly. Probably some resident who wanted to ask a question or two about a case they’d been handed.

And he’s looking up, fully prepared to lock gazes with some blustering youth who wasn’t sure whether they should refer the patient to a thyroid panel or a cortisol, when instead he sees none other than…you.

How was it always you?

He’s reaching for the place where his heart was, a slightly irrational fear that you’d be able to see it thundering through his coat seizing him. “It’s you.”

The door clicks shut. “It’s me. Subclinical anxiety and all.” And no truer words have been spoken—was he actually spot on about the brain fog?! You’re waving your hand in what almost looked like a truce - it was late into the night, and your shift must be long over by now. It seems that you’d dropped by just before you left, with all your cases lined and competently over, and that makes something within him stir. “I hope it’s alright, I just felt like checking up on you.”

Nanami swivels his chair slightly away from his computer, “Checking up on me?”

“Yeah- I always seemed to run into you today, and every time you seemed to have something on your mind.” You shift by the door, “Is that overstepping?”

“You could never overstep.” He doesn’t think about his answer - and he doesn’t need to.

“Never, huh? You say that a lot.” You’re raising a brow with a smile. There were enough chairs inside the office - his, whoever the patient is that needed to be treated, the examination table…but you weren’t quite like any patient, were you? 

And so you’re sitting down on the edge of his mahogany table, and Nanami Kento has to fight to keep his eyes from drifting down, down, downwards.

He fails.

You grin.

Crossing your legs, you let your tight skirt hike up juuuuust a little as you lean over him. This particular angle helps him see the jumbled mess of sentences on his search engine. It makes you slightly chuckle, gaze sweeping down the words. Resting on that final sentence. “Tell me the truth. Do I make you nervous, Dr. Nanami Kento?”

The air seems to sizzle with heat. “N-no-”

“Tell me, there’s no patient is there?” In an easy motion, you reach out and slide the tip of your finger down the stethoscope at his neck. Twiddling it softly.

He rasps, eyes flicking down to where your index had started to intertwine—he has to bite back a damn groan. “I admit, no.”

“There’s no one other than you is there?”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he gulps, “No…” Staring at your slightly exposed legs so intensely that it almost burned into your skin. You knew. You knew, you knew, you knew - but of course you knew, you were far smarter than him, weren’t you?

You start to lightly tug on his stethoscope - lightly. Light enough that it shouldn’t even phase him…and yet he can’t stop himself from edging even closer to you. Even closer. Even hotter. From tilting his head up to let your warm breath fan his face, “And you didn’t expect that I wouldn’t find out, did you? Did you lie to me because you thought me stupid?”

“No! Not at all-”

You’re inching even closer - and he could pinpoint the exact shade of your bra. Pray tell, was there a reason they were the very same chestnut color as his eyes? You then pull him in properly by his stethoscope, lips a mere centimeter from his. “So what do you think about getting a sixth opinion on that from a general surgeon, hm?”

“Please…”

.

.

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“And this is your first time?”

“My first time, doctor.”

“Mhm, go ahead.”

“L-like this, baby?”

“Mmm—” A full body check-up. You’re sprawled back on the soft comforter, the faint swirling shapes pressed against your back. Nanami had insisted that you don’t find yourself laid back against the examination table by itself, and you’d simply asked him to make you feel so good that you won’t even notice the frigid platform.

With your legs partly cracked, you stare down at the handsome man that found himself standing between them. With his stethoscope at the ready and the chest piece placed down between your legs—“She’s beating quite fast.”

You whimper at the cold sensation, “Yeah? And why do you think that is?”

His cock twitches in his pants. “Perhaps our precarious position? Perhaps the feeling of the stethoscope end causing a physiological reaction? Or perhaps because of…” He looks almost sheepish, “-me?”

“What an astute observation- oh.” 

The doctor slides the metal piece right down your slit, making your body zap with the contrasting sensations. “Is that sarcasm I hear, doctor?”

“N-not at all…” You flutter your lashes, “You can just call me by my first name if you’d like, Kento.”

Tall and attractive.

His high cheekbones blushing, his throat gulping as he looks from the sopping patch on your panties to your pretty face. Molten eyes flicking as if he didn’t know which pretty pair of lips he wanted to stare at the most—“Actually- can I call you…doctor?”

A thrill runs down your spine, and you have to stop yourself from arching. “Oh- of course you can.”

“Thank you, doctor.” Nanami spits out immediately, as if the words had been waiting on the tip of his tongue for a long time. Your skin-tight skirt was still on you- and without even hiking them up your legs, he’s pressing his rugged palms upon either side of your thighs until they’re stretch-stretch-streeeetching apart. 

“Now let me see…” Pressing the chest piece even harder.

Colder. 

Cock throbbing in his pants at the slight rips n’ tears that ring out across the stuffy medical office, “Fuck, your transudate is overflowing, and just so sweet-smelling—just so fuckin’ wet. I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, doctor.” And Nanami was just so strong - you’d thought as much given his hulking figure. But right now you could see the way his beefy biceps would twitch and bulge underneath his crisp white button-up. Letting the metal edge of it slide between your folds and smooch your cutesy clit, “I’ve really…”

Just bearing your sopping wet cunt all fully for him.

His strong arms firmly keep your legs apart as Nanami leans his head down and moves the stethoscope aside to triiiiickle out spit onto your swollen pussylips. That glistenin’ wad splatters all over your core and leaves straight down your crevice. “Now that’s just filthy-”

“I’ve really been- oh.” His mouth just seems to water even more at the way you squirm and whine and oh—he’s holding you down as if it’s nothing. “I’ve really been wanting to eat this pussy for a loooong time, doctor.” 

“You have?” You question with wide eyes.

“Mhm.” He hunches over the examination table, close enough that his hot breath scorches your face. Your entire body shivers with his next words, “I have a feeling she’s the only thing that’d cure me.”

Fuck.

Every hair on your body seems to stand on end.

He sounded absolutely ravenous.

The stethoscope is dropped onto the floor in a second.

And in a flash of golden-blond and rustling—Nanami wraps both arms around your legs and draaaaaags you bodily towards his gaped maw. Manhandling you to him. Bringing your pussy between his spit-slicked lips as if you were the sweetest dessert he ever did have the pleasure of encountering. “Mmmm…fuck- fuck, your pussy is just so- ngh.” 

Nanami’s words muffle out against your honeyed cunt and you see stars- “Oh f-fuck—” Hands flying down to scramble through his sweaty locks - you expected Nanami to be eager, but you didn’t expect him to act like he’d been starved. 

“This is what a pussy tastes like? They didn’t teach this in medical school—fuck, it should be illegal for all pussies to taste this good.”

Parched for ages now.

“Oh, who m’I kidding? I’d be addicted to this sweet pussy no matter what she tastes like- just the fact that these pretty pussylips are yours that makes them all the more delicious.”

Mouth gasping and plastering anywhere on your cunt he could reach.

“If only I could eat your puffy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner instead of this damned hospital food…”

He doesn’t even hesitate before gripping ahold of both sides of your thighs and hauling you until he was placing himself nose-deep between your folds. The straight nub of his nose ending right where your clit was and press-press-preeeeeeesssing. “Sh-shit- most guys can’t find the clit even when it’s been pointed out to them. Beginner’s luck really is coming in clutch, huh?”

“Actually…” His hazel eyes look up at you - all half-lidded and drunk just from kissing your pussy through your panties. Almost dazedly, he’s opening his mouth even wider. “I did do some reading up and research…in case I’d ever get s-so lucky as to have her on my face like this.”

He’s shifting just a little, leaving you wetly squirming at the way that he was intensely massaging your nub. Slide after slide—every time you’re leaning backwards and Nanami edges in to chase your cunt, his nose rubs on top of your clit.

Rub after rub.

Kiss after open-mouthed kiss. 

He feels your quiverin’ entrance splash out in even more slick and fucking groans. “Like I know that r-right now my nose is pushing on your bulbo-clitoral organ and causing the nerve endings to cause you immense pleasure right now.” He lurches away with a wet gasp, “She feels good right now, doesn’t she?”

Fuck, you didn’t expect him to use those terms. But you really weren’t complaining. “Y-yes- also her? Her being my pussy? You did research for my pussy?”

He blushes, “O-only for you, doctor.”

And you can only hum, unable to keep the smile off of your face. You can’t help but grow just a bit more excited at the fact, and Nanami can’t help but lap his textured tastebuds even harder. “Then go ahead- show me what that ‘research’ has taught you, baby.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

And you’d have expected the ever-stoic, sensible gentleman that was Nanami Kento to be a neat eater. You’d have expected for him to take his time, work you up into a frenzy and stay cool throughout it all. 

But one taste of your splashin’ sap and he was gone for.

He was hearing that command slip from your mouth- and acting on it with pure carnal instinct. It’s as if something…breaks within him.

Something breaks.

And in a split-second Nanami grips your wrangling thighs so hard that you can feel his neat crescent nails leave marks. Nanami drags your unsuspecting body down roughly enough that the metallic examination table rattles with the sudden movements.

Dr. Nanami Kento slips his tongue past your panties and tastes your wet pussy properly for the first time- and his eyes roll to the back of his skull as if he’s seeing heaven. “Mmmm—” A guttural sound escapes his mouth before he can help himself, and he roughly thrusts his face even deeper. The frame of his glasses kisses your clit. The pointed end of his chin strikes your pussylips with a ringing smack! “And h-here I can feel your vaginal orifice squeezin’ around my tongue, your mucosa is just so soft…make me wonder what it’d feel like around my cock.”

“Sh-shit—” You’re bucking your hips up for more, more, more.

Which Nanami doesn’t need to hear from your mouth to crane his neck even deeper and start flicking the tip of his tongue inwards and outwards. Fleeting and feverish.

He was fucking you with his tongue.

He was letting the girthy end of his tastebuds slash inwards past your entrance, circlin’ a few times at your stretchy orifice before he’s fishing it back in. in and out. In and out. The honed tip used to maze between your silky walls, and expanding midway through to massage your walls thoroughly. “Shit– that cute mucosa really is soft, takes my stretches so well.” Thickly chuckling, he swipes your pussylips apart with two fingers and kisses you with his whole mouth in a way that leaves even you feeling shy. “You really are overflowing in transudate, it’s like a damn waterpark down here. Don’t the capillaries of your parietal pleura get tired after so much?”

Almost as if to prove his point, a sheeny layer of your slick slides down the inner part of your thighs. And you viciously smeeeear it all down the attractive sides of Nanami’s face by crushing his head between your legs- “Fuck, my capillaries won’t get tired.”

“And I won’t mind being suffocated.” The way he says it is so casual and matter-of-fact - as if there was nothing truer in the world. Emphasizing his point by clawing onto either side of your limbs and making you smush him even deeper, “Go on- harder now, it’ll only engorge that pretty vascular network of yours even more.”

“Like this?” You clench your thighs around his sweaty scalp.

“Even harder.”

“Fuck!” And you swear you can feel his thrashin’ muscle all the way deeply at your very throat- just the sheer mess he was leaving your insides driving you wild. “Like this then-”

“Even harder.” He humps his hips.

Nanami was like a man possessed- like a man gone completely feral. He’s drilling into you with his slurpin’ tongue hard and purposefully nosing at your clit even harder. 

Jaws lapped open to tongue at your hole again and again and again.

He hears those cute noises of yours and wishes he could record them, replay them over and over - but since he can’t exactly right now, he’s doing the next best thing. Increasing the speed of his ministrations until you’re all but babbling on his tongue, your entire body twitching with pleasure any time the tip of his tastebuds were edging in just a liiiiittle too deep. 

He swears he could count the exact timing of your cunt’s pulsations - regular, smooth rhythm, if rapid when compared to normal. And he swears - he just swears - that the constant ba-dump! Ba-dump! Ba-dump! sounded as if your pussy was spelling out his very name—

“S-spelling out what now, Kento?” You ask, not sure if your popped eardrums were hearing things clearly.

“Oh? Have I said that out loud?” The doctor’s asking - a genuine note of surprise in his voice. And you don’t know whether you’re more shattered by the fact that the intelligent man was so damn pussydrunken that he was babbling, or the fact that he didn’t even realize when he did.

You can’t keep the sheer awe out of your own voice, “Y-yes…yes, you did.” 

“Hmmm…” Nanami hums thoughtfully, “It seems that your lubrication somehow s-seems to have liquor-like- almost addictive properties to it - I’ve never read about anything like this before in my life.” Before the most sleazy smirk spreads across his face - and you can feel it plastering across your throbbing pussylips and making his kisses disrupt your insides even further. “Allow the doctor to heh- investigate this, my love.”

“I thought I-I was the doctor here…” You’re mindlessly prattling.

But it wasn’t anything against the way that the inexperienced man was holding onto either side of your body and eatin’ away at your core like a madman. He didn’t care for propriety. He didn’t have the experience.

He was simply plastering your plump folds against his gaping maw and letting his tongue do all the work. Your slick sliding all down his throat and drenching the top of Nanami’s white coat, “But she’s the one in need of attention.” Talking to your pussy. 

“F-fuuuuck—” Flipping from side to side, letting his tongue plunge juuust an inch deeper before he’s pulling back out - and with it, most of your sanity. Gluing his face between your legs again and again- at one point he’s helping your fervent hips slip n’ slide up his features. Such sloppy drags. And he’s rutting his hips in time with them, “I didn’t know you’d be so filthy- are you s-sure this is your first time?”

Nanami looks up at you with misty, blown-out eyes- your slicked plastered across the lower half of his face and all the way up to the top of his cheekbones. “Positive.”

“Shit…” You don’t even know what to say - only making the rickety examination table creak with your bucks. Each and every one that Nanami Kento meets by dragging you right back onto his greedy mouth- one such particular angle makes him swipe his tongue right near one of your sweetest spots and you moan. “Deeper then, Kento, deeper- wanna feel you.”

“Deeper?” He groans out in a gravelly tone, eyes completely dazed by now. 

“Yes- deeper.” You choke out, so many whines and moans and wads of spittle clogging up in your throat. “Please please please, go deeper-”

And something shifts Nanami’s gaze, as if he was mentally flipping through countless textbooks. “With my tongue?” He ponders out loud, still not calming down the roughened movements of his tastebuds. “Y-yes you’re right, it certainly would make the endings of your pudendal nerve feel really good- and as for the Gräfenberg spot, she’s about 3 inches deep-”

You cut him off with a shrill- “Enough with the anatomy and just f-fuck me!”

He peers up at you with serious, sultry eyes. 

“Is that an order from my doctor?”

You’re just barely managing to blubber out, “Y-yes- fuck.”

And, as expected, Nanami’s not even letting you finish your affirmation - not even letting you finish that thought - before he has two of his plump, puckered fingers nudging at your entrance and his mouth fastened to your clit.

They swivel and slide all down your ridged walls- and your cunt welcomes them so thoroughly.

So needily. 

So greedily.

In and out, in and out.

You feel the sparks dart up your curved spine as he starts pistoning his lengthy digits inside of you—“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck- you’re almost there, Kento.”

“Heh- s’like a study.” He croons out, letting his tongue alternate between licking up every translucent bead of sap that escapes you, and rolling over your poor nub. Nanami manages to synchronize it with the way he’s slashing his insides with his ruthless fingers - curving against your gooey entrance to stretch you wide open, thumpin’ at the roof of your cunt just because, scouring inside for your g-spot. “I already know. You don’t have to worry ‘bout a thing, ma’am. You’re in goooood hands.”

“Good—oh.”

“Literally.”

And even though Nanami Kento might not have been the most experienced when it comes to the matters of your pussy—he was the most precise. They didn’t call him the ratio doctor for nothing.

And with only a few vulgar strokes, he’s skiddin’ his orbed tips straight to bang against your scorched bundle of nerves. The sheer force of his thrust - so confident - ending shockwaves through your veins and making you bawl out in pleasure. “What the- so fast, fuck! How did you even-”

“Oh, quite easily, doctor.” Nanami hums out, pulling back his fingers with a wettened squeeelch! to pound another few strikes directly on your bundle of nerves. “I can hit it once.” Proving hit point by reeling those thickly glazed fingers out and delivering yet another spank! at your throbbing nerves once more. “Twice.”

And once more.

“Thrice.”

Once more as you can only yield and hatch out primal sobs at the back of your throat, tears rolling down your cheeks as the pleasure almost gets too much for you to handle- 

“Four times. Five times. Six times-” And accompanying each of his slamming impacts, your clits being sucked on as if it was the cutest piece of candy that Nanami Kento has had in a loooong time. And he was the type of man overtly conscious about his health, rarely indulging in delicacies of sugar - but something like this?

He’s sucking on your clit as if to make up for all the candy that he hasn’t eaten before. Addicted to the way your pulse would rapidly increase whenever he sucked on it, he’s slobbering out. Rutting and rutting his hips wildly, “It really was quite easy. According to what I’ve read, the Gräfenberg spot is about 3 inches d-deep on the anterior vaginal wall and is said to be an erogenous area that-”

“Oh just shut up and keep doing what you’re doing.” You’ve had enough - you’re so close by now that you feel absolutely zero guilt grabbing Nanami by his silken scalp and shoving the man impossibly deeper between your legs.

Something that he welcomes. He salivates down the crevice of your pussy, gluttonously gulping down any pearly wad of sap that you might leak out. Wrenching that sweetness out of you with he ruts of his fingers-

They start swabbin’ and scissoring inside you and you almost sob.

The curvaceous tips always somehow finding your g-spot precisely and attacking it with a thorough few slashes, “Mmm—” Nanami groans out against your pussylips, Adam’s apple bobbing as his tone struggles to take form. “Fuck- this is…oh.”

“What is it, Kento?” You’re raising your bleary head to ask. Confusion growing as he doesn’t quite speak- “Why aren’t you- oh, you silly man. Is it because I told you to sh-shut up and keep eating me out?”

With his pinkish lips wrapped around your clit, he’s both sucking and nodding.

“Well—fuck! Just tell me what you were trying to say…” And with a particularly trilling tone, you’re losing yourself to the bounces of your own hips against his handsome face.

Again and again.

You barely even hear what Dr. Nanami lists off next, “Hyperventilation, heart rate increase, rhythmic contractions in the pelvic floor-” Reaching for your pelvic floor with the accelerating pushes of his fingers. “-perspiration, pupil dilation, tingling sensations, and excess of transudate-”

Somehow managing to raise your head off the soft comforter to look at him, “A-and?”

“And the diagnosis is…” He’s pumping out just one final press of that cute lil’ button of your g-spot, and then the most innocent peck on top of your clit. “-you’re cumming.”

Your question gets trapped in your throat as you really do tumble into your orgasm - faster than even you could compute it. Toes curling. Back arched perfectly.“C-cumming, cumming- ngh.” It’s predicted accurately by Nanami who then proceeds to gash at your most tender of spots right on time with the peaks for your high and you don’t even know how-

“In time with the contractions, my love.” He explains away, his smart voice so deep and husky with need. The vibrations shoot straight down between your core and make you see white.

You’re not sure whether you’d been the one babbling the questions, or whether he was the one babbling the answers. All you know is that this might just be the strongest orgasm you’ve experienced in your entire life - and Nanami was the sole cause of it all.

He’s bucking against the air wildly, making the table clatter a little. He drivels away dragging at your clit with his lips, making those waves of bliss last even longer than they usually would. And whenever he feels you restlessly squirming away with stimulation, he’s hooking a hand tighter around your waist and pulling you in even deeper. “Still not yet- the tension in your mucosa is s-still high, you’re still cumming-”

“With you like this then it’ll be impossible for me to stop-” You’re crying out, breath stuttering every time he plunges his tongue in and out. 

And you wonder whether Nanami’s jaw must be aching by now. You wonder whether his fingers were rubbed all raw. You wonder whether he was tired and weary and yet somehow still addicted to your cunt…

“I am.” Nanami slurps, a sleazy grin on his face. “I am addicted.”

“K-Kento-” You’re breathily wailing, foolishly attempting to push back on his sweaty forehead - but the only thing that does is make him delve his slippery face even deeper—“Kento, the rhythmic involuntary muscle contractions have decreased and-”

“And so?”

It didn’t matter that your high was petering out, Nanami Kento doesn’t stop eatin’ your pussy out until you’re well and thoroughly overstimulated. 

Brought well enough to tears with the lashing ridges of his tongue, and his mouth that simply quirks up - he’s chasing you right back any time you run away. “Kento, I swear if you don’t get your head out from between my legs and actually fuck me then I’m going to diagnose you with something so heinous-”

“Nothing heinous about it.” Though he’s finally managing to detach his puffy maw with a loud and ringing plop! “M’simply pussydrunk.”

Your heart races as you take a good look at him, “W-well at least you’re admitting it…” Because oh, fuck—was he just incredibly sexy right now. 

With his usually-neat blond locks all disarrayed. 

With the lens on his glasses all cloudy with your slick.

With his mouth all rawly pink and puffy.

Covered from the handsome tip of his chin and all the way up to his earlobes with a clingy layer of your syrup. He wears it like a medal, that tongue of his that was inside you mere minutes ago darting out to catch a few stray droplets. And without further ado, Nanami’s raising himself from where he’d been leaned over the examination table to eat you out.

He pats at the nail marks left by him on your thighs, “Best to put some iodine on that.”

Eager to repay him for the jittery mess he left you as, you’re reaching out to fumble with his belt. 

“F-fuck, wait.”

Only for you to urgently tug them down and discover that…Nanami’s black boxers were absolutely soaked through. With his precum, yes, but more than that it was creamy wads of his cum clinging onto the thin fabric.

Slightly dripping down the insides of his thighs, a dark splotch that you couldn’t look away from

He’d cum just from eating you out?

You’re looking up at Nanami with your mouth slightly unfastened, “Did you really just-”

“Yes.” He replies, pressing both hands of his to his hot cheeks. Though it didn’t hide much - you could see the furious red of his ears peaking out from the sides, “Yes, I did. And I would argue that it’s a perfectly normal physiological reaction to having such a sexually-charged experience with the woman I lov-”

“Oh, just get in here.”

And it takes absolutely no time for you to tear off the rest of Nanami’s clothes (though he was neatly stacking them on a nearby chair) and flip your positions. Now with him sprawled out against the slightly-dampened examination table, and you hovering above him in admiration.

You take in all of him - all those details that you’d only gotten a fleeting glimpse of (out of sheer politeness, you’d have stared had it been socially acceptable) in Shoko’s office. 

The rippling skin of a ripped body he kept hidden away underneath so many coats and layers.

The ripeness of his pecs.

The ridges of his abs all flexing.

The dusting of his golden happy trail that you follow like a yellow brick road down, down, down to the base of his aching cock. 

The thing was- Nanami’s hilt was massively thick and covered in so many veins that it left your throat dry to imagine what he’d feel like from the inside. And not only did this apply to his base - but the rest of him was just as incredible as well.

A glistening layer of sap and seed clinging to him. A long few inches that you wouldn’t be shy to count as perhaps eight or nine. A rounded ballsack underneath him that still looked to be so full. A pinkish shade that brightens the further upwards you eye him. His red globular tip splatters out a few more droplets of creamy white and twitches—“D-doctor?” Nanami’s hoarse voice echoes out in your ringing ears. When you look up at him, he has a hand placed over his left pectoral once more. “M’feeling those symptoms when you s-stare at me again.”

“Aw, is that so, baby?” You coo - he was just too adorable when he was flushed a needy pink all the way down to the roots of his hair. This was his first time, wasn’t it? You’re pushing down on his clammy shoulder, “Then just sit back and let the doctor examine you, s’that alright?”

“Mhm.” He nods, biting down on his bottom lip. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Well you have absolutely nothing to worry about.” And as the towering man lies down flatly against the table, you straddle his hips and sigh as you slide-slide-sliiiide the front of your pussy down his thickened length. Long drags, uuuuuuup and down. “You’re in- haaaah, good hands.”

“I-I trust you, ma’am.”

And Nanami was just so thick and ready and rock-hard between the folds of your pussy- that all it takes is the slightest swerve of your hips for your tight hole to swallow up his tip.

With a gasp, you’re letting your head throw behind- fuck, the sheer stretch of him was enough to make you see pure white. He’d already molded your cunt to the shape of his multiple fingertips, but the girth of his cock was unlike anything you’ve ever felt.

As if he was filing up every bit of your elastic hole without even trying, and each pulsating ba-dump! he’s giving off makes your teeth set on edge. Red-hot.

And the ‘ice prince’ Nanami Kento wasn’t faring any easier, either.

Because Nanami was heaving underneath you. Nanami was groaning. Nanami was kicking his feet against the soft comforter as if he couldn’t handle the heat of your cunt for the first time, as if he was struggling to hold himself back.

His fingers sear upon either side of your body like he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to pull you down or pull you off of him for the mere sake of his sanity. Ultimately—he’s at your complete mercy and doesn’t do a thing until you’re settling your hips down just a single inch deeper. “What’s the- hah- matter, Kento? Can’t handle my pussy anymore?”

“Oh, my love, if there’s anything m’made to handle it’s her-” He spits out with the wobbly attempt of a smug grin- only for it to immediately slip off his face the moment you clench your pussy.

The moment your velvety walls hug all ‘round him, squeezing as if you were trying to suck him dry already. You can feel the dewy excess of his cum start to beeeeead out into your tight channel, creating a slick coating that makes you even easier for him to slip into.

Nanami scrunches his eyes up and turns his flushed face to the side of the table - as if merely locking eyes with you would be enough to send him over the edge right about now. And neither of you would be surprised if it did. “W-wait—like I said, m’perfectly fine…just give me a second or two to catch my breath-”

“But, Kento you don’t understand-” He could practically hear the pout in your voice. The stern man looks up to catch you fluttering your lashes just the way you knew he liked, and you swear you can feel his bulging tip start throbbing even harder inside of you. “-it’s urgent, your sickness. We can’t waste precious time like this-”

“But move and m’gonna fucking cum again-”

“I don’t mind.”

With that said, you’re leaning your body slightly towards him - hands placed on top of his panting pecs and your ass raised slightly in the air.

Gaining the leverage for when you’re slamming his thickened length into you-

“O-oh—” Your shrill whines echo out across all four corners of Nanami’s office room, sounding like music in the man’s ears. And before that broken symphony is even finished departing from your glossy lips, you’re churning your hips back down again.

Up and down.

Up and down. Up and down.

It just feels too good to have his overlarge cockhead intruding between your pussylips like this - spreading them so far apart that you can’t even begin to describe the sheer stretch. The rounded beginning of him entering past your orifice and plugging up the sultry wads of slick that kept on leaking out of you, bullying his way iiiiiiiinside no matter how much your tight orifice starts to protest. 

You wanted him inside.

And you were going to get him inside - just say the word.

Or, in this case, babble out the words whilst you’re mindlessly bouncing your hips down onto his in a struggle to fit all of Nanami’s massive erection. Barely even past the pinkish line that denoted his slit, and yet you were still keening—“I-inside. I want all of you inside, Kento.”

“All of me?” He breathes out, eyes widened. There was a breathless tone of his voice that made you remember all over again just how inexperienced he was-

“Mhm, all of you, Kento.”

Through the gaps of your teary lids, you notice the shy blush that spreads across his handsome face. 

“Something the matter, baby—?” You’re cooing in that softened tone that makes his plump tip swell just a lil’ bit bigger inside of you, it was the perfect size to massage the most tender parts of your walls whilst still managing to maze inside. “What happened to all that- hngh, research you were telling me about?”

Nanami nervously avoids eye contact with you, “Y-you see, my love, I have researched and prepared for days on end in the wildest hopes of this very moment ever happening.” And he’s looking up at you with something utterly reverent in his eyes, “But now that I’ve finally felt your pretty pussy, I can’t remember a thing.”

You shiver- and you’re suddenly remembering that both of Nanami’s steady palms have been placed upon either side of your hips. “The Nanami Kento can’t remember a thing when you’re inside me?”

He shakes his head with glittering tears in his eyes, sweat beads at his forehead. “C-can’t! Can’t remember a single thing…don’t even think I can even remember my name if you asked?”

“And what is it?”

He looks up with a slightly dopey smile, “Your husband- hopefully?”

To which you have to stifle a fond chuckle, “We can see about that when you’re less…pussydrunk, baby.” Cutting of the fervent protests that were about to spill from his usually-stern lips with a single smushy clench of your walls. “How about- ngh, this - I teach you all that you need to know when you fuck me? Hm?”

Leaving him utterly speechless and drooling once you’re fitting inside a few more inches of his swollen shaft. 

You eye the cute line of saliva that trickles down the side of his mouth, “How abooooout it, Kento?”

“Y-yes—” And you can’t believe the way that Nanami’s attractive baritone was breaking at the tail end of his response. You were utterly ruining him. “Yes, ma’am, oh my god-”

“Good.” 

Still jostling your hips down to meet his throbbing length, you’re lifting one of Nanami’s hands off of your hips and setting them down at your core. Right on your very front. Right where he should be able to feel the slight bump—! of his crowned red tip entering and moving out of your cunt. “Can you feel the stretch? Feel the way your c-cock is so fucking big that you’re stretching out my walls like that?”

“The distention is just…” All that Nanami can respond, his parched lips dropping open in sheer awe. “And you’ve just gotten so lubricated with that sweet transudate that it just makes it so- oh—”

“Yeeeeeah, easy, huh?” Huffin’ down with a sultry smile, “How about making me even wetter, Kento? Pop quiz! Do you know how to make me wetter?”

He fervently nods, “L-likely with a mixture of pressure given at the anterior vaginal wall and the clitoris. As innervated erectile organs they activate mechanoreceptors and convert physical stimulation into electric nerve signals that travel through the spinal cord and activate the limbic system, somatosensory cortex, and hypothalamus.” Listing off as if his life depended on it - and you’re quite pleased to say that his palm only puts more pressure on your stomach. Thus make you twitch and whine with the added layer of stimulation pushing his thickened shaft against every ridge inside your walls. “I-in other words…it makes her feel good.”

“Full marks.” You respond. Fuck, did it get him hard to have you bossing him around and teaching him like this. “Now to put that knowledge to good use and actually bottom- oh!”

You should know by now never to underestimate Nanami Kento. Because with a few more sloppy drags- he’s shovelling all of his thick, throbbing inches between your pussylips.

Having them spreeeeead-spread-spread so widely open to take up his entire shaft - you could feel the curvature of his bulbous tip hit your cervix and splurge it in his dewy sap. You could feel his darker curly hairs kiss your cunt n’ scritch-scratch at your clit. You could feel him bottom out.

Finally. 

After what feels like so long fucking you simply trying to get his immense size to fit inside - now Nanami was free to drill upwards into you like a madman.

“There-” Nanami takes the signal to reach down the looooong digit of his thumb down from where his palm remained splayed atop your core. Pressin’ down on your clit - still so sensitive after your last orgasm. “Does it feel good now, doctor?”

You’re jerking upwards as he thrusts and thrusts, “S-so good-” You moan out, your entire body wracking with primal shivers. You were already down so many inches of his vein-covered cock, and yet there seemed to be even more—“Fuuuck yeah, try to aim for the Gräfenberg spot, baby, try to aim.”

“T-trying…”

With his blond brows furrowed in concentration, he holds his left hand still on the side of your waist and manhandles your body into the most sultry figure-eights and curves.

You didn’t even know if Nanami even realized what he was doing - the way he was churning his thickly-covered shaft all deep inside of you. With the way he was moving you like this, it made it so easy for the patterns of his veins to kiss up against your sweetest spots, aiming for that one particular spot—

“A-and you said it was how deep along your canal, my love?” Nanami gusts out his scalding moans, and- fuck, was he so far gone that he’d forgotten that, too? It wasn’t even too long ago that he was reciting the same facts at you.

“Right at the front, remember? Where it feels so good?” You’re attempting to tone it down for him, “Anterior…”

“Anterior vaginal wall.” He nods, suddenly remembering now.

As you’re being fucked with all his rapid half-ruts and hammers - too ravenous to even properly pull out of your pussy to fuck you with his entire length - Nanami’s palm skids down where his cylindrical intrusion was turning you utterly stupid. And within absolutely no time, he’s splaying his fingers out - thumb rolling over the knob of your clit, the edge of his pinkie stretched out wide about halfway down your stomach. From the beginning of your treacly cunt and all the way to your—“Womb.” Nanami pants out, more to himself. “S’about this distance from th-the vaginal orifice and up to the cervix uteri.”

“I-is it?” Your mouth waters at just the way he was taking this so serious - all while he as fucking you so sloppily… 

The general practitioner tilts his muddled head, “So measuring from here- my apologies, doctor, I can’t quite remember the exact distance so m’measuring…” And you can see the way those intelligent, half-lidded eyes of his twinkle behind his glasses. “-the Gräfenberg spot should be somewhere over…here.”

Trial and error.

Trial and error.

Trail through the thorough slashes he was placing with his mushroomy tip, and error at the way he…actually, Nanami Kento doesn’t make errors. Who did you think he was? With only a singular slam! planted against a spot in your walls, you’re feeling so much pleasure that you have to close your eyes and let your body be taken over by the raw pleasure.

And Nanami seems to notice this change in you immediately, “I-is that the one, doctor?” He’s breathily chuckling out, absolutely loving the way your walls seemed to melt around him. “Anterior vaginal wall. About three inches deep. Rapid palpitations—oh! I think I read about this.”

“Y-yes, that one—” Your mouth drips with watery spittle as he reaches straight for that spot once more.

“Heh, that was rather easy I must admit.” You wonder if Nanami realizes just how much he’s echoing his words from earlier, and simply bangin’ and bangin’ away at the treasure trove of your g-spot. “How could I ever think to miss this beautiful spot? Not when she’s callin’ out f’me every time I hit it?”

Your pussy was letting out just the most sinful squelches, “Yes- yes yes yes, keep going.”

“Mhm—” He’s slowly but surely learning then that he faster he’s roverin’ his thick inches up your channel, the stupider you’re growing on his cock. “Fucking this pussy f-feels so right. Having her pretty walls s-squeeze me like this- there’s no better medicine in the woooorld and I don’t need a single medical textbook to tell me that.” With each one of his jackhammers leaving you lurching on top of him until he pulls you back down with the hand plastered onto your hip. Like adhesive. 

And now that he’d found your favorite spot once more, Nanami Kento wasn’t showing you any mercy.

He juts his hips upwards- he holds onto your pliable body as you try to move- he pins you back down onto his thickened base and simply keeps on ruinin’ you on his prolonged length. Fingers still twiddling on your clit.

A particularly harsh bang! against your throbbing g-spot leaves you scrambling on top of him and Nanami snapping up and letting his left hand bring your neck into a chokehold. He’s tightening his grip on your airway as you struggle, “D-don’t run away, ma’am. If you run away then who’s going to teach me-”

You gasp, being pushed and pulled by him. “There’s nothing more to teach-”

“But there is…” He’s looking up at you through his slightly pale lashes, something dark glinting within those kindred irises. “Won’t you teach me how to impregnate this pussy, doctor?”

“You- you should know that already-”

“But you’re the doctor.” Nanami insists in his predatory tone, holding your cunt deeper against the scruff of his happy trail. Not only does it cure a carnal itch at your clit that you didn’t even know you had - but it also makes the white-hot shockwaves of pleasure you were experiencing increase tenfold. His thumb starts edging all over that sweet nub, “You’re the one senior to me. You’re the one smarter than me-”

“Fuh-fuck but right now…” The words are being entirely fucked out of you by the maddened drilling of his hips.

His pistoning red tip swipin’ at your g-spot and leaving a few rotund bruises right at your cervix. Thud, thud, thud. “So go on- tell me something smart, doctor.”

And you’re left momentarily speechless by the way that Nanami’s toned pelvis only plummets up harder in anticipation for your response. It wasn’t you riding him any longer, right now it was him dragging his veiny cock down your walls and driving you absolutely wild with it.

He slobbers out a creamy droplet of pre right where the door to your womb was calculated to be - right where he could almost feel your pussy begging for him to empty out into you. “K-Kento—” You whine.

“Yes, doctor?”

“Shut up and cum inside me unless you want me to ban you from my pussy.”

Now wasn’t that genuinely the smartest thing he’s ever heard.

With a few more nudges against your puffy clit, Nanami pulls you down by the hand at your throat to kiss you. And that’s what does it for him.

That’s what sends him over the edge.

The two of you are crashing into your highs faster than you could count. Your orgasm crashing through you like an intense storm, and Nanami’s speed spurting deeeeeep inside of you—he’d been holding back this high for ages now, solely waiting to fuck you through yours before he eventually edged into his inevitable one.

And if you thought that the bliss he’d given you from earlier was the best high of your life, then you surely weren’t ready for this one.

Bulbous tears falling down your face. Throat wretched with constant sound. Your thighs shaking tiredly on top of his upwards-drilling hips, “Cumming.” You mewl out belatedly, your vision turning into one of a kaleidoscope. “Sh-shit you’ve made me cum-”

“The afferent nerves are carrying up the signals straight to those—ngh…parts of your brain.” Even he was having trouble keeping up by now, the blushin’ tip of his shaft twitching more sensitively than ever. “And then- and then here-”

“S-so sensitive…” You’re drawling out through the shakes of your high as he presses down the hand still latched onto your pretty stomach. The perfect position.

Because when Nanami was piling on the pressure, that meant he could feel the sensation of your channel bulging with the wads of his ivory sap. Folds fluttering as you tried to suck back in the miry ribbons, but there was so much that you just couldn’t help but overspill-

Nanami mindlessly prattles out his scientific knowledge, “From the vas deferens to the…ngh- s’gonna collect in the posterior urethra and become expelled through S2-S4 reflexes…” Slightly trailing off, he slides his hand to right above your womb. “Deposited riiiiiiiiiight here at your cervix- can you feel it, my love?”

“Yes yes yes yes-” You’re fucking back down onto his incredible cadence, even the slightest movements making Nanami’s cum splosh! deep inside you. All warm and gooey. “-can feel it so deep inside, baby-”

“In your womb.” He insists, something crazed in his eyes. “Oh, all in your womb like she deserves.”

Your toes curl.

Your hips start to feel sticky with the excess of sweat and slick that keeps spraying out.

It’s then that his steady fingertips start scooping up the white cum you were leaking out in a big ol’ puddle on top of Nanami’s abs. It’s like some glaze he’s getting on his fingers and stuffin’ between your swollen pussylips- still fucking you like a madman while he does so.

Letting his fingers probe inside.

Allowing your greedy cunt to gobble up each ounce of sap he’d given you.

Making your greedy cunt gobble up each ounce of sap he’d gifted you - and Dr. Nanami Kento always was the biggest stickler about cleanliness in his office room. Even though he was making the biggest, sloppiest mess out of you—

He doesn’t stop until every single dewdrop of his cum has been swiped clean inside of you, and you’ve been overstimulated until you were nothing but a whining, babbling mess. His hefty cockhead shoved deep and still throbbing inside of you, “S-say something- ngh, else from that smart mouth, my love?”

“Kento—” And that’s all he ever wanted to hear. 

“Perfect.”

Your tearfully blubbering mouth continues, “Are you finally cured of your symptoms now?”

Nanami looks at you, he looks at where you two were connected. And he places a hand right above his rapidly beating heart, always eager to let himself be known around you. Always. “How about a second opinion of that sixth opinion? You may use the stethoscope this time.”

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The seventh opinion (?).

You’re not sure how the two of you didn’t sound any alarms.

But sunlight seemed to be spying in through the blinds of Dr. Nanami Kento’s (MBBS) office, and the two of you had quietly snuck into his specially attached bathroom to freshen yourselves up. And it’s with immense, immense difficulty that you two don’t pursue an nth opinion in there, too. 

Oh, alright…maybe you did pursue at least half an opinion. 

But! You digress, it’s the early morning hours by the time that you and Nanami finally step out of his sex-saturated office. 

It’s as if your little bubble of lust has - not popped - more so dissipated into the air until it was clinging onto every particle in the atmosphere around you two. Until wherever you went, even if you were merely stepping out into the hospital corridor, made you want to feel more of the man.

To hold him.

To touch him.

To kiss him.

Nanami, it seems, was facing the same internal battle. The need was palpable on his face and his hand reaches out—to fix the collar of your stark white coat. 

With a soft chuckle, you’re sweeping a look around the hallway but ah- luckily the coast was clear. And it leaves you two enough privacy to check each other for any hairs out of place (Nanami, expectedly, was looking as impeccable as ever), to check for your disinfected stethoscopes, to fix each other’s medical coats.

It’s only once you’re done that Nanami leans down without any warning and presses a soft yet lingering kiss to your lips—“Yeah.” He murmurs into your mouth, “Still facing those symptoms.”

“We’ll have to check up on that.” You quip back.

“Basic labs?”

“Endoscopy.”

And it’s with a final nudge at Nanami’s shoulder that you’re leaving with the promise of calling him right after your shift (the two of you had a date planned for next Friday night, after all!). His eyes leaving you for the first time, and your back turning to face the other side of the hallway when—

Dr. Gojo Satoru, ophthalmologist.

Wide-eyed and even wider-grinning at the sight he’d just-so-happened to stumble upon in his valiant pursuit to give Nanami an unsolicited seventh medical opinion. What’s that saying about finding diamonds in the pursuit of gold.

“You two…” He points between the two of you, and before you can open your mouths to say anything- “Wait there- pose!”

In a split-second - so fast that you almost think you imagined it - Gojo’s plucking out his phone from his white coat pocket and snapping a picture of you and Nanami. Freshly-fucked aura and all. 

The glaze in your eyes. The bite marks on your neck. The scratches peaking above his collar. The slightly unsteady quality of your gait.

The only thing that prevents you from thinking this was all some bad dream was the undeniable bzzzz—! vibration coming from your coat pocket.

And Nanami’s.

You both reach down into it and fish your phones. 

GROUPCHAT: Dr. Johnny Sins but better (Hospital groupchat)

Six Eyes: Look who I just caught fucking in their office MWAHAHAH σ(≧ε≦σ) ♡

Six Eyes: *insert attachment*

SUGONDEEZNUTS: LMAO

Shoko Ieri: oh my god.

SUGONDEEZNUTS: KENTO MY MAN I SAID AFTER DINNER. AFTER.

Shoko Ieri: you all owe me 4000 yen

SUGONDEEZNUTS: I’m broke and Satoru will pay for the both of us

Six Eyes: I never said that??

Six Eyes: Wait how is no one surprised?? AND Y’ALL HELD A BET WITHOUT ME (；￣Д￣)

Shoko Ieri: satoru you would’ve cheated

SUGONDEEZNUTS: Truth, bro.

Director Yaga (who tf added him??): Truth, bro.

Director Yaga (who tf added him??): And congratulations, Kento. You have finally lost your virginity, overcome your emotional constipation, and made me proud (we will ignore this breaking of hygiene policy for today).

Sunny Haibs: Congratulations, Kento!! I always knew you could do it!! (That’s why I bet the highest on you, you all actually owe ME 8000 yen).

Shoko Ieri: fuck.

SUGONDEEZNUTS: Fuck.

Director Yaga (who tf added him??) left the groupchat.

“Those bastards.” Gojo sighs heavily, looking up from a text exchange that you, too, had been present in the live to. “I can’t believe they started a bet without me.” And the two of you stare down the handsome blue-eyed hotshot of the ophthalmics department in suspicion.

Gojo sweeps his eyes lingeringly down you both in slight impatience, “So? Yaga said he’ll overlook any breaking of the hygiene policy for today.”

“Yes…?” Nanami asks, resting his hand on your shoulder.

“So don’t you need a seventh opinion?”

A/N. YES GOJO I WOULD JOIN YOU- also don’t quote me on most of the medical stuff because I had Wikipedia and a dream….

Plagiarism not authorized.