Wanna Play Doctor, Doctor? (injured patient Oikawa Tooru x chubby doctor reader)
yumm this one is my fav so far...
WARNING: NSFW !!!! POST-TIME SKIP CHARACTERS ONLY!!!!!! MINORS GTF OUTTA HERE.
They say that the greats are always remembered and that legends never die… and while that might be true, what they fail to mention is that they still do indeed deteriorate. And after all the years of abusing and pushing his body past the limit, everything had caught up to Tooru Oikawa.
And that’s how he ended up here. Laying in an uncomfortable hospital bed in the recovery wing of the best orthopedic hospital that his team could find. He couldn’t believe that they’d made him fly halfway across the world just to get some lousy surgery that wouldn't even fix his “unfixable” knee, all the surgery would do is ensure that he could still walk when he was 70. Which he had to admit was better than nothing.
And while his knee and therefore career would never be the same, some good things had come out of this endeavor. You, namely. He’d met you.
You were the unlucky ortho resident that the hospital had chosen to butter up the world-famous olympian in the hopes of good press or maybe even a pretty penny of a donation.
It was already frustrating enough to be the one of the only two female residents at the hospital, but to be put on babysitting duty was extra humiliating.
Your friend (aka the other female resident) swore up and down it was because you’d rejected one of the board members years ago at some random gala when you were still just a random medical student doing rounds at the hospital, and while that could be true, you couldn’t help but feel it was punishment given to you by your attending for making a snide comment towards professional athletes while the olympian was on the table, commenting that the surgery was just delaying the star’s inevitable fade into obscurity.
In your defense, you were correct. An injury like the one the volleyball player had sustained wasn’t something that healed easily, ESPECIALLY considering that this player in particular had a long history of injury to that same knee.
You could only assume that the attending that did this to you was a fan of the olympian, or maybe his daughters were, considering the players reputation as the internet’s “sexiest olympian alive” during the last televised olympics. Because otherwise, the punishment did NOT fit the crime. A whole month of schmoozing over one little comment?!!?! And a TRUE comment at that!
Anywho, there was no point in staying stuck in your anger while there were cases to work through, patients to see, surgeries to aide and perform, AND on top of all that, find at least 30 minutes every day to fraternize with a man you had nothing in common with other than what floor he lived on and the floor that you spent waaayyy to much time on.
It had started with just a harmless (albeit awkward) half hour visit every afternoon, where you’d go talk to him, track his progress, inspect his surgical sites and observe how much range of motion he’d regained, before finally walking him down to PT. But in the last week it had somehow morphed into you spending an extra hour with him every day, wasting your precious lunch break on the man recovering much slower than expected. You were actually beginning to wonder if your being there was actually hindering him, after all he was in peak condition (minus his knee) and receiving the best care in the world (literally).
And, unbeknownst to you, you were correct. There was a 20ish….50ish….100 percent chance that you were the reason behind his reluctance to heal. Sure one could say he was scared to return to real life, scared to return to his conditioning, scared to know what this surgery was going to mean for his career, but if he was being honest, his small obsession that he’d developed towards you was his number one motivation for staying firmly planted in his recovery suite.
Who could blame him though? Maybe it was the pain meds talking, but you were EVERYTHING he needed, everything he desired; driven, confident, and mean enough to, without fail, keep him in check every time he stepped out of line.
The only thing stopping him from sweeping you into his arms and begging for you to spend just one evening with him, was the overwhelming and very foreign fear of rejection that he was experiencing. He’d never met a woman like you, a woman that didn’t seem to want his attention in the slightest; a woman that, even weeks of laying on the charm as thick as possible, appeared completely unaware of his interest.
So that’s where Tooru was. Laying in his recovery bed, passively watching whatever you’d put on his TV earlier today, eagerly awaiting the time of your lunch break. His sister had called that morning to harass him, stealing precious time from him as you sat boredly at his bedside, messing with the TV remote, flipping through to see what channels the hospital got.
For once, he was glad you weren’t paying any attention to him. If you had been, you’d have definitely noticed the way that sweat beaded up on his forehead as his sister scolded him for still not having asked you out to dinner.
‘What kind of date would that make’ he thought, what would he take you down to the hospital cafeteria instead of getting room service? Imagine the two of you, you in your scrubs, no doubt wearing that exasperated ‘get it over with’ expression you often wore around him, and him, hopping after you on his crutches, big metal brace on his knee peeking out from under the cut off leg of his sweatpants.
‘Pathetic’ he thought, of course even more pathetic was the knowledge that he knew you’d say yes. Not because you wanted to, he wasn’t that stupid, he knew that your bosses were making you do this to keep him happy. In fact, that was another reason he’d never ask, because the thought that they’d taken you, a pretty young woman of lower standing than them and thrown you at him, put a bad taste in his mouth. Was their opinion of him really that low? Did they really think he was that sleazy? That he’d throw them a check just because they assigned a pretty resident to wait on him? To appease him?
And while none of that was true, Tooru didn’t know that. So he just continued to listen to his sisters ranting, praying that you couldn’t hear her.
Eventually she ended the conversation, but about 30 minutes too late seeing as you’d already quietly gotten up and left, leaving him with a small wave and a silent promise to be back at lunchtime.
So imagine his excitement when you showed up on your lunch break. And imagine his confusion as he caught sight of the wheelchair you were pushing into the room.
“How was your phone call Mr. Oikawa?”
He frowned at your tone, ever so professional.
“I’ve asked you more times than I can count, to call me Tooru, Doc.” he teased, sitting up a little straighter in his bed when you let out a little huff, the closest thing to a laugh he’s ever heard from you.
“And I told you to call me Doctor.” you bit back, the sass in your voice making him grin as he slowly shimmied his way to the edge of the bed where usually he’d wait for you to hand him his crutches.
“Who’s the fancy ride for?” he asked, watching as you continued wheeling the chair into his room.
“I thought that we’d eat outside today, get some fresh air to aid your recovery seeing as you're progressing a bit slower than what I’d like” you stepped over to the bed to help Mr. Oikawa up.
“Hmmm…” he grinned again at the look of surprise on your face when he stood without your help, using his good leg to support nearly all of his body weight but putting some pressure on the bad one as well, just to show off his progress to you. He kept looking down at you, reveling in the way he could finally be the taller of the two of you, since no longer tied to his bed. “Sounds like you’re pretty eager to get rid of me.” and while he didn’t expect a laugh, he was a bit disappointed at the small nod you gave as he sat down, clearly thinking that he wasn’t paying attention to your wishful expression at the idea of him leaving.
“Eager for you to get back on the court.” you said softly, hoping your tone would distract from the fact you’d never watched a day of men’s volleyball a day in your life.
It was Tooru’s turn to huff, rolling his eyes at the obvious lie yet trying and failing to contain the smile it brought to his face.
You helped him into the wheelchair, giving him the shameless opportunity to hold your waist a little longer and tighter than really needed.
You wheeled him down to the courtyard outside, parking him next to a nice table for the two of you to eat your lunches at. He of course had some special high protein dish, planned and prepared for him by his personal trainer and delivered to him this morning. You on the other hand had your latest hyperfixation meal prep, the same thing you’d eaten for lunch every day since Tooru had met you.
“I see you’re really mixing it up today.”
You rolled your eyes at the sarcasm. “Sorry I don’t have the money or time to have myself some michelin star meal every day”
“Money?” he scoffed, finding it hard to believe that someone as nicely paid as an orthopedist couldn't afford anything less than the whole cafeteria.
“Yeah money…” you huffed back, “you’re staring at 200,000 dollars worth of student debt left to pay off”
Tooru’s eyes must’ve nearly popped out of his head at your words, cuz for the first time in the few weeks that he’d had the pleasure of knowing you, you actually laughed. Not a scoff, not one of those cute little huffs you’d cover with a cough, an actual laugh. One that, not to be dramatic but, that Tooru could only compare to pure bliss. Like if sunshine was a sound.
“So that’s why you’re assigned to me huh? Hunting for a nice expensive thank you gift?” Tooru was mostly joking when he said it, but deep down he was really hoping it’d provoke you to deny it, to tell him that you wanted to be there with him no matter if it was the truth or not.
You just huffed out a short “as if”, rolling your eyes as you turned your attention back to your lunch, pushing it around the tupperware container it was in.
“I got assigned to you cause I couldn’t keep my big fat mouth shut in surgery.” you admitted, punctuating the word fat with a stab of your fork.
This peaked Tooru’s interest, not the fork stabbing, that comment. What did you mean? Whose surgery? His? What did you say? Was it about him? About his knee? About his career? About his looks?
Obviously the last one was just wishful thinking, but still…. It obviously had to be vulgar or disrespectful enough to count you out of a whole month’s work, which must’ve translated into countless surgeries, patients, or other opportunities.
Tooru started to feel guilty.
Mostly because he didn’t feel the slightest bit bad for you missing out on all of that stuff. After all, if you wouldn’t have opened your pretty little mouth, saying something he couldn’t imagine was even half as bad as things you’d said to him in the past 2 days, then he wouldn’t have met you.
“What’d you say? And to who?” he asked, uninterested in eating, sitting back in his wheelchair, resting his chin in the palm of his hand as he stared at you expectantly.
“psshh, it was literally nothing….” you mumbled, half-truthful and half- nervous he’d get upset with you if he found out.
Tooru didn’t say anything, just looked at you, like a cat. Like he knew your secret and so it was pointless to try and hide it from him.
“....I simply made a comment on the complexity of your operation, regarding the success rates of not only the proper reconstruction of all of the ligaments but also of patients' individual recoveries. Not to mention the fact that yours in particular was complicated by the years of enduring injury prior to your surgery…”
You said it all in one breath, taking Tooru back a bit.
“How about in normal people words?” he asked, not loving the way you winced when he did.
“I…. I pretty much said that I doubt that you’ll fully recover.”
‘That’s it?’ he wondered, were you serious? If he let something as miniscule as that statement get him down, he’d have quit volleyball before he’d even gone pro. You must be lying, there must be more than that.
You bit your lip as Mr. Oikawa squinted at you, a look of doubt furrowing his usually handsome face.
But you’d chosen ortho as your specialty for a reason, you weren’t a delicate person, you never had been. You could break bones and put them back together, hell you could build new bones out of titanium, ceramic, even other bones if you felt so inclined. Not to mention the magic you could work with ligaments and tendons.
The point was, you weren’t about to lie to this man just because your job could be on the line. It wasn’t fair to your own merit and intelligence and it sure as fuck wasn’t fair to him.
And you think Tooru Oikawa could understand that about you. He himself was obviously used to some hardship, he obviously knew that his life would never be the same, that his body would eventually give out. All great athletes knew that.
So why did you keep talking?
“Of course my friend thinks it’s because I turned down one of the creepy old board members a couple years back.” you mumbled before shoving a big bite of your meal into your mouth.
‘There it was’ he thought, the greed and pride of some old fuck was why you were here, trapped taking care of him…. a greedy and prideful YOUNG (ish) fuck.
But the way you mumbled it out, as if it couldn’t possibly be that made Tooru question your intelligence. Was it really so far fetched that some old geezer wanted to punish a beautiful woman like yourself for rejecting him?
“Why’s that so hard to believe?” he asked, taking you by complete surprise. Making him laugh at the way your eyes widened, you looked like a cute little chipmunk with your cheeks stuffed full staring at him in confusion.
“Pretty girl like you gets hit on, laughs in some dudes face, he holds a grudge….. what’s hard to believe about that?”
You were lucky you thought quickly on your feet. Not only because of the way that the olympics ‘sexiest man alive’ casually called you pretty, but also because of the way you watched his eyes flicker down to your lips.
“Sounds like you’re empathizing with him…” you teased, trying to turn the topic off of you and your looks.
“Fuck no,” Tooru scoffed, leaning back in his chair, crossing him arms across his chest with a mischievous grin on his face, “if you’d of said yes to the old geezer, I wouldn’t have a chance to win you over now, am I right?”
“Careful,” you joke, avoiding Mr. Oikawa’s eyes like the plague, “if you say stuff like that I’ll start thinking you're faking how shitty you’re doing in PT just to obtain my dazzling company.”
Was that your way of telling him you’d caught on to him? What, had you been somehow watching him through the walls of the PT room as he worked through his exercises nicely just to turn around to ‘require’ your help out of his bed back in recovery?
“How else should I do it? Something tells me you’re not a grand gestures kind of girl.”
You weren’t sure what to do now. You were never one for knowing when men desired you (obviously), you couldn’t help but feel yourself begin to shut down, the guard you’d built against men like Mr. Oikawa, smooth talking pretty faces flying up at record speeds after you’d allowed it to slip so briefly.
So you decided to do what you do best, and ignore his words, closing the lid to your tupperware, cutting your lunch break at least 15 minutes short. But you decided that losing that time was faaar preferred to sitting in stunned silence or even worse, having to listen to him continue to mock you.
“I think that’ll bring our lunch break to an end today Mr. Oikawa I’ll-”
“Tooru.” he cut you off, looking unimpressed and maybe even a little… frustrated?
“...right….. well like I said, it's time to go back upstairs, my next consultation starts in a couple minutes.” you said, lying through your teeth as you helped him gather his empty dishes and began wheeling him back inside in silence and quite quickly might he add, leaving him no chance to stop you before you’d already somehow reached the elevators.
“Ok wow, hold up..” Tooru placed his hands on the wheels to his chair, stopping you from pushing him into the elevator “you acting like this because you ARE a grand gestures girl?” he was grasping at straws at this point, desperate to keep you in his company for as long as possible.
“I’m not any kind of girl Mr. Oikawa, I’m a doctor. A doctor that needs to get back to her job at that.”
That was definitely enough to shut him up. Silently he took his palms off of the wheels, allowing the two of you to travel back up to his room in silence.
Back in his room, Tooru had time to assess where he went wrong…. not that it was hard to pinpoint EXACTLY what he said to make you react so poorly. What he couldn’t figure out was why. Not to seem full of himself, but Tooru knew that he was a good looking man. He knew that his body was built better than most, and he knew that when he wanted to, he could charm the scales off a snake.
And no offense to you, but Tooru could DEFINITELY tell that you felt the same way about him that he felt about you, or maybe even just about his body. So why were you acting like this? Yeah he understands the whole doctor-patient ethics of the situation, but he’d be out of your care in no time. Would you take him then? Because he had a gnawing feeling that the answer was still no.
So why? Would it really put your job on the line that much? If anything HE held more power than ANYONE else over your job right now, with the wave of his hand he could….
…..he could…….
…..yeah….
Yeah…… HE controlled your job right now…. and with the wave of his hand…
…he could.
“I’m sorry, what do you mean I’m not needed today?”
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing come out of your attending's mouth, “you’re off the surgery board today.”
“Why?” you asked, you were following her by now, refusing to leave without a proper explanation, because if this was what you thought it was, there was gonna be hell to pay for more than one person.
“I think we both know the answer to that.” she turned, giving you a look, a look that definitely said ‘there’s no good fucking reason for it, but you’re the sacrifical rabbit AGAIN’
“Just….” you sighed, wishing you could go straight to the board and fight this borderline harassment suit, “who said this, and please… did they say why?”
Your attending stopped to look at you, “it came someone higher up than me, your favorite patient’s requested a hospital tour, you’ve obviously been selected as the lucky loser”
Your face must’ve dropped with the wry smile she shot at you, “I get it kid, just another tactic to teach you to keep your head down, the boys club sucks.”
You just hummed in agreement, offering a tight lipped smile and a nod before she left you and you turned sharply on your heel with a new war path unlocked.
The whole walk (if you could call the way you were stalk/stomping a walk) up to the recovery wing you could feel all of the thoughts and feelings you wanted to express to Mr. Oikawa swirling in your chest.
First of all, fuck him for real. You couldn’t believe he’d pull some shit like this, just because you skirted out on checking on him yesterday, telling (lying to) his nurse that you’d been booked for a last minute surgery in the morning and had a meeting with the board at lunch. Ok??? God forbid a girl want a bit of a break after the weird lunch the two of you had the day before, and it’s not like it was a complete lie, you DID get to sit in on a surgery that morning and you DID meet a professor from med school who now sits on the board (of another hospital) for lunch.
Did one missed day really warrant a full day's punishment? And how DARE the board just bend completely to his will. There was absolutely NO WAY this was just about a donation any more, the hospital wasn’t struggling for money that fucking bad (or at all for that matter).
It was EXACTLY what Mr. Oikawa had said, of course you thought that the word ‘grudge’ was a bit too light for the situation you were in. This was targeted torture, bordering… no not bordering- straight up harassment. In fact after you went to his recovery room you were gonna go straight to the board and file a complaint, maybe even consult a lawyer beforehand.
When you got to his room, you wished you could say you tore in like a bat out of hell, but the truth was that he wasn’t even in there. When you asked his nurse she reported that he’d specially asked to get his PT done in the morning so he could spend the day uninterrupted on his tour.
And since you were told pretty clearly that you weren’t allowed to actually practice medicine the whole day, you decided to sit and patiently wait for him, maybe plan out some select words to hurl at him, maybe commit a touch of malpractice and forge a discharge form for him.
But eventually, after 15 minutes of waiting, you were too much on edge to just sit there. So you took your happy ass down to the PT room.
And there he was, assumedly in the cooldown phase of his session seeing as he had just been wheeled over to the barred mirrors to stretch. You decided that it might be a bit of a stress reliever to…. Help him… maybe push him a little, make him feel the discomfort you’d been feeling for the past almost-month.
Tooru tried to suppress his smirk as he watched you flag down his trainer, hopefully telling the man that you’d be helping him out for the last couple minutes of the session, but as soon as he saw you laugh at something the guy said, resting your hand on the dudes arm, leaning in a little too close to say something in his ear, making him laugh back at you, Tooru’s mouth dropped into a straight, and VERY unamused line.
He watched through the mirrors as you turned towards him, making mockingly happy eye contact with him as you bid goodbye to your friend, and while your eyes happily focused on the way Tooru’s shoulders sagged in the mirrors, Tooru’s attention was squarely on the trainer, whose eyes just happened to be fixed on your ass as you strutted towards the stretching corner.
You were a bit amused, thinking that Tooru was clenching his fists in anxiety or apprehension for the next 10 minutes, so you laid on your sweet customer service voice extra thick when you opened your mouth to talk to him.
“You have some fucking nerve taking me away from patients who actually need me Mr. Oikawa.”
Yep he expected that.
“In fact I’ve just gotten off the phone with my lawyer friend and she says that I might have a pretty strong case for harassment…. Thoughts?"
Yup, he expected that too.
“So let's get this over with, I’ll stretch with you, and then the two of us can start your tour. I’ll even take you to the roof so I can show you the best jumping spot”
Stretch with him? Now that was a pleasant surprise.
“Sounds exciting” he said, finally taking his eyes off of his competition to focus on your face, angry? Yes. Stunning? As always.
So the two of you started, you making sure to push him a little extra deep into each stretch, reveling in the way he’d grunt asking you to ease up a little. But to him it was worth it so that he could turn around and demand you do the same stretch, taking his turn into pressing his weight into your stretch.
And while it started as innocently as possible considering that he was probably the hottest man you’d ever seen and you were DEFINITELY the sexiest woman he’d ever seen, Tooru could feel himself slowly slipping away.
He didn’t know a person could be this flexible, you never even winced. He couldn’t tell if what he was feeling was overwhelming admiration or if he really was just that fucking horny for you.
At first it was funny to you, watching his eyes widen every time you sunk deeper without a problem, you’d been ogled at your whole life for being a fat woman that could twist yourself up like that (although you suspected it was usually because people just assumed fat people couldn’t move– not only a false statement but a horribly harmful judgement), but as the two of you continued, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander.
Somewhere in the session his groans went from entertaining to borderline….stimulating…. Between the deep timbre of his voice and the feeling of taught muscle under your fingers you were starting to get embarrassed about the situation.
Your mind couldn't help but wander back to every complement he’d given you. That day at lunch wasn’t even the first time he’d made a pass at you. It was just the most direct.
And you really had never noticed how built Mr. Oikawa really was. You assumed that volleyball players placed more emphasis on being lean compared to muscle mass, but the sheer… bulk of his shoulders was starting to make you believe differently. And his legs were really long… of course that one you’d never noticed due to the fact he was always seated around you. Yeah you’d seen his height on paper, you were a good doctor, you did your charting, but seeing it in real life was different.
All of this wasn’t even the weirdest thing about everything. The weirdest part was the way that none of this was even all that difficult for him. Ya know, the man who’d just had RECONSTRUCTIVE KNEE SURGERY.
Soon you were onto the last exercise of the day and you’d just released Mr. Oikawa from the stretch, narrowing your eyes at his mobility and deciding to finally make a remark about it.
“It seems like you’ve improved quite a bit…. and quickly.”
Tooru grinned, suspecting that the jig was up. But that was ok, he felt like he had you right where he wanted you.
“Surprised?”
You rolled your eyes at the cockieness in his voice, having half a mind to kick his good leg out from under him where he now stood above you as the two of you switched positions, you getting into position for the stretch, a simple hamstring stretch that just so happened to be a tad… compromising… considering Tooru would probably give his whole bank account to put you in it…. in a bed…. out of your scrubs….
“Just wondering why, if you’ve been doing so well, I’ve been having to help your ass out of bed just to go to the bathroom. Ya know…If I were any bolder I’d say that-shit…”
Both of your eyes widened as Tooru’s hands wrapped around your thigh, kneeling (yeah you clocked that ability as well) next to your laying form while pressing your leg closer towards your head, making you curse at the stretch in your hamstrings.
You pushed out a big breath, hoping that he wouldn’t acknowledge what just happened, especially since acknowledging it would somehow make the situation more tense than it already was, a ridiculously attractive man, ridiculously close to your core, pressing you into a ridiculously provocative position.
And while Tooru wanted to tease you about it, he was doing all he could to think about anything other than how you looked right now. He didn’t know if he’d be strong enough to see you like that, glaring up at him while he was practically between your thighs, feeling the softness of your thighs between his fingers.
Fuck… now was NOT the time to get hard.
You could feel your face getting hot, but thankfully Mr. Oikawa’s eyes weren’t on you, focusing on the floor above your head.
‘Maybe god was taking mercy on you’, you thought, that was until you caught a glimpse of the last person (other than the two of you) leaving the PT room in the mirror.
You watched Mr. Oikawa’s profile as he watched the person walk out as well, wondering if you’d be lucky enough for him to become flustered at the newfound solitude and cut this last stretch short.
But when had you ever known luck?
“Sorry Doc,” he mumbled, still making eye contact with the floor, “must’ve pressed too hard.”
To say you were surprised would be an understatement.
That's it? No comment, no smirk, no nothing? Not even-
You had to stop yourself. What the fuck were you thinking? You WANTED him to take the chance to feel you up? You wanted to get harassed?
Of course was it harassment if you’d be secretly imagining it for the past 10 minutes?
“That’s it?” you asked, wondering if you looked as shocked as you felt, “no comment on the fact you’ve been lying to not only the PT people but to ME about how well you’re recovering?”
“You sound pretty bold Doc, you forget where we are right now?”
If your eyes weren’t wide and your face wasn’t hot already they sure as fuck were now.
“I’m sorry…,” you sputtered, a pit forming in your stomach as he continued pressing closer, so close that your knee was nearing your face, so close that if you moved your other leg the slightest bit you’d probably brush against him…..down there. “Am I understanding this correctly, you’ve been faking for the past week now for what? So that you could continue pulling me away from my work… are you that much of a fucking asshole?”
He laughed, a deep sound that you could feel travel from the back of your thigh straight down to the junction of your thighs.
“Doc,” he replied, almost whispering now as his face got dangerously close to yours, his hands gently letting your leg back down just to coax it into wrapping around his waist, making you gasp at the unmistakable feeling of his bulge.
If you knew jack shit about volleyball you’d make a dirty joke about it, compare it to a baseball bat or a hockey stick, but all you could do was stare at him hesitantly.
“You know I’m, ‘just that much of an asshole.’ and… I think you know exactly why I’ve been faking it.”
Your eyes betrayed you, flicking down to his lips, noticing how close they were, how soft they looked.
“Enlighten me…” you whispered.
In the back of your mind there were sirens going off. Your mind was screaming at you to stop thinking with your vagina and come to your senses, the fact that anyone could walk in on the two of you should’ve been horrifying enough to make you kick him across the room, it should NOT make you feel how you feel now.
“Fuck I don’t know…” he sighed, his forehead falling against yours, “... ever think it’s because I like pulling you away from work…” his drug his nose up the curve of your jaw, making your heart rate jump, “even if it is just to walk me to the bathroom…”
“Say….” his nose was at your temple, his breath hitting the most sensitive part of your neck, “maybe tomorrow when you help me… how am I gonna trust you won’t take advantage of me?”
You scoffed, of course he’d say something like that. As if it were him pinned against the floor….which you admit would be quite the sight.
“Says the one who can’t even keep it in his pants right now….”
His lips were on your neck now, but all you could focus on was the way he was not-so-indiscreetly grinding against you.
Like you said before…. Baseball bat.
Tooru’s head was spinning, just 20 minutes ago he was watching some other guy eye fuck you in a mirror, and now he could feel your tits pressed against his chest and you pulse under his tongue…fuck if heaven existed… this was it.
“fuck…f-Mr. Oikawa we can’t b-”
“Tooru.” he groaned against your skin, “fuck- please call me Tooru- please..”
“ffu- fine…fine… please Tooru…” a whine came from the back of his throat as you pushed him away from you, “please… we can’t be here… they’ll fire me…”
And that’s how Tooru wound up here, proving just how good of a job you all did as surgeons as he fucked you against the wall of his shower.
It’s not like his door being closed during this time of day was unusual for him. Usually at this time, he’d take his mid-afternoon nap which all of the nurses knew not to bother him during.
And nobody had even seen you come in…or at least that's what you were telling yourself. That’s all you really could tell yourself, because if they came knocking at your door tomorrow with a termination notice, you weren’t even sure you could say it wasn’t worth it, not with the way that Tooru was rearranging your guts. He had you bent over the fall proof bar in his fancy walk-in shower with one of your legs propped up on the orthopedic shower bench, completely vulnerable to his brutal pace.
You could feel his hands everywhere, pulling at your hair, cupping at your tits and flicking your nipples, fuck it felt insane.
“Sh-fuuuck Tooru…don’t… don’t slow down…” you sighed, dropping your head against the wall in content as one of his hands came down to play with your clit while the other pressed your back into a deeper arch.
He was barely choking back his moans behind you, watching the way the fat of your ass recoiled against his hips with each thrust, hearing your soft gasps every time he aimed the head of his cock straight at your g-spot, whining every time you clamped down around him, making him feel like he couldn’t breath with how fucking amazing it felt.
“Oh- fuckk… mm-mhm… can’t-can’t slow down… need you so fucking bad right now…” he moaned, his fingers gripping any bit of you he could get his hands on, your stomach, your tits, your ass, anything you had…he wanted.
Tooru had always like his women on the curvier side, the way their thighs would swallow his lap when they fucked him cowgirl, the way he could suffocate against their tits and use the fat of their stomach as a lever during missionary, using it to fuck them ever harder, the way that their eyes would pop open when he man handled them, pressing their face into the sheets when he fucked them doggy.
Girls like you were Tooru’s weakness, but you… you were his achilles heel. Tooru could never have sex again after you… you were actively ruining him for any other woman on earth… and he’d never been so fucking grateful to be ruined.
It was the way you’d wrapped your arm behind you, pressing your palm against his abs as he pounded into you from behind, just resting there to remind him that you were still the one in control.
“Fuck you feel so good…” he moaned, his shoulders hunching in concentration as he focused his entire strength on not cumming, “...gonna make you cum so fucking hard…”
“yeah?” you asked, your eyes still closed, focused on the overwhelming feeling of his cock against your cervix, his moans were pathetic. He sounded like a pathetic little puppy dog, whining and begging you to fuck him,
“you feel so good Tooru… love the way you feel inside… so fucking hot…”
“Ungh- fuck… pl-please don’t say that- fuck you’re gonna make me cum… can’t… can’t cum yet…”
You could’ve laughed at the absolute pitiful state of one of the world's best athletes, his face flushed and eyes pressed closed as he moaned under his breath, begging ‘use me’ over and over again.
“You wanna cum Tooru?” you asked him, meanly clamping down on him again, nearly making his knees buckle, good knee included while he mumbling out little ‘no…no…no’s begging you to give him a break, he just needed a second, just a second to make sure he wouldn’t embarrass himself by busting before you did.
“Awww… you wanna stop?” you teased, “you want me to put my pants back on and leave Tooru?”
“Fuuck no- please please pl-no don’t leave… can’t leave… need to… need to fuck you…”
You hummed in approval before standing up straight, surprising Tooru with the way he slipped out of you, making him take a step back. You followed him, trapping him against the far wall of the shower, taking one of his nipples into your mouth, digging into the soft muscle of his ass with your palms.
He almost cried at the way you pulled his ass towards yourself, the tip of his cock rubbing against your stomach, making his hips jerk uncontrollably.
“Sh-fuu…. wha-what are you doing Doc?” he whined, his hands coming up to rest on your ass, taking the chance to knead into your softness while you sucked hickies into his chest.
“Shhhh….” you hummed, pulling his mouth down to yours, licking into his mouth, making him moan at the taste of your tongue, dragging across his. “Be a good boy…. be a good boy and I’ll sit on your cock and let you suck my tits m’kay.”
You almost laughed at how big his eyes got, practically sparkling in excitement.
“Yes… fuck yes please.. I’ll do whatever you want, please just fuck me.” he begged, almost sobbing when you walked him back, pushing his chest until the back of his legs hit something.
You pushed him to sit on the orthopedic bench you’d just been propped on, licking your lips at the sight in front of you, the way that he looked at you where you stood above him, his face and lips pink, almost dark enough to match his throbbing tip peeking out of his fist that he pulled up and down his shaft, groaning in anticipation as he watched your breasts sway in front of his face as you swung one leg over his lap, just hovering over him.
“Please.. Sit on me doc…fuck… need it so bad…” you couldn’t help but giggle, not only at the way his hips jerked beneath you, but at the way he couldn’t even decide what to look at. You practically glowed with the way his eyes flicked quickly from your eyes to your tits, back up to your lips and eyes again.
You knew EXACTLY what he wanted…. Mainly because you wanted the same thing… but he didn’t have to know that. Because yes you wanted it just as much, but you wanted him to work for it even more.
“Why should I hmm? You’ve been nothing but a pain in my ass for the past two weeks..”
“..fuck… love your ass so much….” Tooru mumbled, whining when you gently slapped his wandering palms away from your backside. You almost laughed at the look on his face as he continued his rambling, talking under his breath about how much he wanted to ‘bite it’.
“Tooru…” you cooed, tugging the hair on the nape of his neck back, forcing him to look at you with his blown out pupils, his mouth hanging open as he panted, his face pink, “focus on me, yeah?”
“Yeah….yeah… on you-fu.. only you….” you ran your fingers up the back of his head, grinning as he leaned back into your touch, practically purring at the feeling of you petting him. You stopped hovering, straddling him, gently rubbing your core against him, a strangled noise coming from the back of his throat.
“Now…. how are you gonna make it up to me? You want your reward don’t you, Tooru?”
“Mhmm… want you so bad…” you were a bit concerned with how hard he was biting his lip, you could tell he was really out of it…. and maybe you would’ve been kind and stopped it…. but you were also….really in to just how out of it he was… you watched his eyes sink down your chest… and stay there.
“yeah?” you teased, your nails making their way from the crown of his head back down to his shoulders, digging in slightly and keening at the sound that bubbled up from his chest. You leaned down to whisper in his ear, “you know what to do then Tooru…”
Tooru melted into your touch, his lips attaching to your left breast without a second thought, moaning against your skin at the sounds of your little content gasps.
“Fuck…. Mr. Oi- fuck!” you yelped at the feeling of his teeth against your nipple, nipping in protest of your use of his formal name.
“Tooru…. only Tooru” he mumbled between breaths, soothing over the bite mark he left with the heat of his tongue, swiping patterns against your nipple.
And even though you could still feel the sting of his teeth on your skin, you couldn’t help but reward Tooru for his hard work, moving your hips in slow drags, keening at the way his tip caught under the hood of your clit every other move.
“Feels so good Tooru” you sighed, tilting your head back and hugging his head closer to your chest.
Tooru’s head was fuzzy. Between the lack of oxygen from being stuffed between your tits and the feeling of the slickness of your core grinding against his dick, he honestly didn’t know how he was still conscious.
All he could do right now, was work his tongue and teeth against your skin and clutch at your hips for dear life. And with the way his biceps flexed as he guided your hips in circles on top of him, you weren’t sure who was putting in more work. Especially with the way his mouth was helping work you towards your first orgasm.
But Tooru didn’t mind, not with the way every few tugs the tip of his cock caught against your hole, making you gasp on top of him, your hips betraying you and jumping out of pattern, showing Tooru just how much you actually wanted him.
And trust that you had him, he was wrapped around your pretty manicured finger, and even though your nails were blunted, cleanly clipped and scrubbed that morning (back when you thought your day would look VERY different from how it looked now), Tooru’s back still burned with the way you were clawing at it, dragging up and down, making marks that would be VERY difficult to explain to the nurses… not that he wanted to explain you away. But he couldn’t imagine that anything the two of you had done in the last 30 minutes was ethical, much less allowed by the hospital.
….and speaking of the hospital…..
The two of you stilled at the sound of the door to Tooru’s room opening. His eyes shot down to his watch, widening at the realization that his usual wake up time had rolled around.
And while Tooru was busy silently freaking out beneath you, there was a reason you’d gotten where you were today. Always quick on your feet and even quicker witted, you flicked on the water in the shower and held your finger to your lips, silently telling Tooru to shut up and calm down.
The nurse on shift, obviously hearing the shower come on, briskly knocked on the door to the bathroom.
“Mr. Tooru? Are you okay?”
You nodded at Tooru as if to say ‘you got this’, taking your palm away from where it had been resting over his mouth.
“Yep, just…umm… didn’t get a chance to shower after PT this morning.”
“I see, well while you were at PT, your sister called and asked to leave a message.”
Tooru’s eyes got wide.
“Oh yeah?” he replied, trying to keep his voice steady as you evilly shifted on his lap, causing him to inhale sharply at the abrupt sensation.
“Oh yeah…” the nurse continued, launching into everything she and Tooru’s sister had talked about. Tooru just waited with baited breath for her to finish, praying it would be soon… that was until he once again felt you move. But this time, you didn’t stop.
“He-” he whispered, only stopped by your palm back across his mouth. A look of panic danced across his face as he felt you reach under yourself, taking him into your hand before slowly sinking down onto him.
You threw your head back, your mouth dropping into a silent ‘o’ at how full you felt, it’d only been a couple of minutes but somehow your body had forgotten the intense stretch you felt sinking down to Tooru’s balls, taking him all in at once.
And despite the look of ashamed anger on your patient’s face, he couldn’t deny that the whole situation turned him on, you could tell as much with the way you felt him twitching inside of you.
You leaned down to his ear, thankful that the nurse hadn’t stopped her spiel yet.
“Keep talking Tooru” you whispered, starting to slowly and quietly start fucking the injured olympian.
He let out half of a pathetic whine under his breath, praying that the water was enough to drown out the wet schliking sounds of you riding him.
After what felt like hours of torture (aka no more than 4 minutes), the nurse was finally done with her recap, ending with a “and one more thing Mr. Oikawa…”
Tooru closed his eyes, focusing all of his energy on this reply, “What’s that?”
“Your sister told me to tell you… and I quote… to ‘grow balls and finally ask out that sexy doctor of yours.’ ”
Tooru didn’t miss the way that you faltered above him. He could feel his face light on fire and if he didn’t already wish to be swallowed up by the earth then he sure as fuck did now.
“Ahhh… I see.” he cleared his throat awkwardly, avoiding your eyes as you were now still on top of him, and perhaps it was a blessing in disguise because now that you weren’t moving he could properly respond to the nurse to finally make her apologize for interrupting before bidding goodbye.
You looked down at him when you heard the door to the room open and close again.
He had talked about you to his sister? Was this crazy man truly that serious about you?
You’d convinced yourself that he’d been mocking you for the past week, you’d convinced yourself that your current situation was strictly the result of the world's hottest man being laid up and blue-balled for the last month…..
He talked about you to his sister?
“Umm…” Tooru cleared his throat beneath you… you avoided his gaze, feeling your face warming with embarrassment.
“Sorry about that…. er- please don’t think I’m some weirdo, I’m so sorry if that made you uncomfortable, I know you don’t see me like that… my sister is just crazy and I was just talking to her abo-”
A strangled sound came out of him, as you quickly wrapped your hands around the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss, swallowing the sound as you left him more than breathless.
You drew away, biting your lip as you once again felt him twitching inside you.
“What was that…” he whispered, staring at you bewildered with his pupils blown and your spit shining on his lips.
“You really mean it?” you breathe, barely containing your smile as you look down at him, your heart pounding in your chest as the gravity of your situation settles.
You’re in the shower… with an olympian… fucking him… and he’s the hottest man you’ve ever met… and he wants you back?... no not even just that, he… likes you?
“Huh?”
You giggled at the look of confusion on his face. Holding his face with a newfound gentleness (not that he minded the roughness)
“All those times you flirted with me… you weren’t mocking me?”
Tooru must be hearing things now.
“HUH?!?”
Your eyes were wide with a mix of disbelief and shock. And to be honest, you weren’t entirely sure of how to proceed.
“What the fuck do you mean ‘was I mocking you?’”
Tooru’s hands were on your waist now, not moving you, but definitely keeping you rooted in place, unable to escape him. You felt your smile falter.
“I just…. I didn’t…” you seemed unsure… an emotion that Tooru had never seen on you…. He didn’t like it.
“You thought that I… some old washed up athlete, was mocking you… a gorgeous, smart, and not to mention, really fucking sexy doctor? Do you think I’m fucking crazy?”
You continued chewing on your lip, evading his gaze, unsure of how to answer.
“Babe, the only thing I’m crazy about, is you…”
Your eyes widened as you finally met his eyes, a bit taken back by the fire in them.
It was your turn to be speechless.
“Seriously?”
Tooru smirked, groaning as he slowly began moving your hips again, making you accidentally squeeze around him.
“As a fucking heart attack Babe…” you watched, not able to deny the feelings in your stomach, as Tooru’s biceps strained, more moving than guiding you up and down his cock in small slow movements, his hips rolling with each motion beneath you, making your toes curl against the wet tile.
“Fuck…” you whimpered, your brows furrowing at all of the feelings, both physically and emotionally, washing over you. You fell against his chest, your tops flush with each other, your tits pressed against his pecs. Your lips met his again, one hand coming up to wrap firmly around his throat while the other stayed low, pressed against his lower stomach, giving you more leverage as you began moving against him again.
You looked into his eyes, "prove it then.”
That was all the green light Tooru needed, groaning out a low, “gladly” before lowering you both to the floor of the shower, which thankfully was not only spacious seeing as he was roomed in the VIP suite, but also regularly cleaned.
He wasted no time, rooting his feet as firmly into the slippery floor as he could before twisting you up, one thigh pressed against your chest as he wrapped the other around his hips, teasing you with a little “now this feels familiar” before sinking back into you, pulling moans out of the both of you.
“Fuck Tooru…fuck-just like that”
Tooru grinned at the sounds coming out of you, gritting his teeth to stop his own whines from bleeding out as he started jackhammering into you, ignoring how his knee was screaming at him against the hard tile, it was worth it though, to be able to fuck into you unrestrained like this, watching your body bounce with each thrust beneath him, fuck, you looked delicous.
‘Fuck, Doc you feel so fucking good…” he groaned, pressing you farther into your stretch, hitting all of your sweet spots as his balls pressed against your ass with how deep he was.
“Yeah?” you were panting below him, focused only on chasing the orgasm that was building in your core, “you’re such a good boy Tooru…making me feel so good…”
“Fuck..” Tooru whimpered, he could feel his end coming, the way that his balls felt ready to burst. “Fuck… choke me.. Please…please-choke me…”
You didn’t even hesitate, one of your hands flying to wrap back around his neck while the other slid down your body to rub your clit. Tooru let out a choked sob above you, hips hips jerking against you, his tempo getting messier by the second, showing you just how close he was.
Harder… he needed you to squeeze harder, he needed his head to go fuzzy again, needed to feel completely at your mercy.
And as if you could read his mind, you tightened your grip, making him let out of pitiful little ‘mmphf’
“Fu- feel so good Tooru…. such a good boy, you wanna cum Tooru?”
You almost finished then and there with the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he panted, little whines of ‘yes, yes please’ falling out of his lips between each breath.
“Fu-....w-where can I cum?” he asked, his eyes pressed tightly closed, he was so close that he knew if he saw your face he’d bust before you could tell him not to.
“Tell me where you want Tooru…” you purred, your hips rolling with his as you felt your high approaching, you wanted him to fuck you through it though so you knew you had to hold off, you wanted to see his cute little overstimulated face, you wanted him to begg to stop, that it was too much.
Fuck the power was going straight to your head, so much so you almost forgot to listen to him as he cried out on top of you.
“Fuck…. I don’t…. I don’t- inside? Fuck, can I cum inside of you??”
You smiled at him, letting go of his neck, your hand wrapping around to the nape of his neck, pulling at the hair.
“You wanna cum inside of me, Tooru?”
“Fuck…y-yes… I wanna-”
“I want you to beg for it, Tooru.” you said sweetly, you would’ve giggled at the way his eyes popped open if it weren’t for how good he was drilling into you.
“Fuuuckkk…please… please- let…lemme cum inside of you please… please I promise I’ll be a good boy-fuck… please just let me finish inside….”
“What a sweet boy Tooru… go ahead, cum for me…” you soothed, pulling him into a final kiss, once again swallowing the cries and moans that came from him as his hips stuttered against you, his end hitting him like a freight train.
“Ah ah ah…” your fingers wrapped above his hips, half forcing-half guiding him to continue his efforts in fucking you, drawing a strangled sound from his chest, “be a good boy and keep fucking me Tooru, I wanna cum too…. Can you do that? Can you make me cum?”
If Tooru wasn’t crying before, he was definitely crying now, overstimulation making his core burn and his balls ache, but still he had to press on… he had to feel you finish around him.
And you were nearly there, your eyes screwed shut and your fingers returning to draw quick circles against your clit.
“Fuck… I want you to cum so bad…” he whined, somehow managing to replace your fingers with his own through his haze, making you cry out at the feeling of the rough pad of his thumb pushing your clit in mean circles.
“Oh my god….” you gasped, your orgasm washing over you without any warning, making Tooru visibly grit his teeth, doing his best to fuck you through your high as your warms walls spasmed around him, practically pushing him into a second orgasm.
He collapsed against you, his knee screaming in pain as he laid on top of you, between your legs, still protecting you from the shower stream so you wouldn’t be practically waterboarded after being fucked within an inch of your life.
“Fuck that was…..” you panted… your fingers absentmindedly carding through Tooru’s hair while he practically purred on top of you.
“Mmm… I agree…” he hummed, pressing his face into the crook of your neck, shifting against you until he slipped out, leaving you feeling hollow… but not for long as he began to slowly scissor his release back into you, loving the slippery warmth of your cunt wrapped around his fingers, loving how your brows furrowed in overstimulation, how you drew in a sharp breath and tightened your grip on his hair.
It was a slow recovery, the two of you having to actually stand up and shower…. Well you had to stand up, Tooru had to be dragged up by you until he was standing, supporting himself against you, being just as handsy as one would expect.
The two of you washed together, you getting down on your knees to “check his surgical incisions” before giving him a reward for such clean and tidy stitches. After that, you just lazed around his room for the rest of the day, flipping through the tv channels while he scolded his sister over the phone, threatening her with HIPAA (which he OBVIOUSLY had a poor grasp on) all while his eyes nervously flicked over to you every once in a while. Eventually you got hungry and ordered room service where Tooru experienced probably the best meal of his life (probably because he insisted you hand feed it to him) with a chocolate milkshake to wash it down.
And while it was a hassle feeding the sexy injured olympian you couldn’t say it wasn’t worth it seeing as after he showed you how he could tie a knot in the cherry stem with his tongue, he showed you another very pragmatic use of the muscle.
And although neither of you knew what would happen when tomorrow rolled around, at the moment, you couldn’t seem to care.
After all the years of abusing and pushing his body past the limit, everything had caught up to Tooru Oikawa. But as he laid in his hospital recovery bed, with you rolling your eyes at every lame joke he shot your way, thinking he didn’t notice the way you covered a laugh with a cough or how you hid your smile behind your hand, he could say 10000% without a doubt, that all of the abuse and battering had been worth it.
After all, he has a sexy doctor now. All to himself, to break him apart and put him all back together again.
damn....like I said... my fav so far... how'd ya like it bestie?? ;)
