she asks him for his body so she’ll be able to study anatomy better
she draws on and labels her blank canvas while he just sits/lies there watching her all heart eyed
maybe every now and again she’ll indulge him (and herself) and leave kisses after every section of muscle ?
she also asks him for help for her physical/health/head-to-toe (i have no idea) assessment (video?) except he’s being a menace and all heart eyed again
maybe he keeps flirting back instead of answering the questions seriously ?
thank you c: 🪿 !!
i took two semesters of anatomy in high school, did too much googling and drank a redbull for this
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Bucky is confident you're joking when you bring it up.
“You want—what?”
You don’t even look up from your notes, flipping a page in your anatomy workbook like you didn’t just ask your boyfriend to casually hand over his body. “Your body. For studying. You’re literally the best resource I have.”
He blinks at you from where he’s sprawled across your dorm bed, one arm tucked behind his head, the other resting over his stomach. “Doll,” he drawls, slow and amused, “that’s either the best pickup line I’ve ever heard or the weirdest.”
You finally glance up, unimpressed. “I’m serious. We have a practical next week. I need to memorize muscle groups, landmarks, palpation points… diagrams aren’t cutting it anymore.”
A beat.
Then his mouth curves, soft and a little dangerous. “So you need a… hands-on approach?”
You sigh, already knowing this was a mistake. “If you’re going to be insufferable, I’ll just ask Steve—”
“I’m already taking my shirt off,” he interrupts quickly, sitting up.
You don’t even try to hide the way your eyes track the movement.
Because—God—he’s unfair. Broad shoulders, defined lines, the kind of body that makes your textbook diagrams feel like sad little sketches in comparison. When his shirt hits the floor, you swallow, grip tightening around your pen.
“This strictly educational?” he asks, voice quieter now, watching you watch him.
You nod, a little too fast. “Strictly.”
He doesn’t believe you. You can tell by the way his eyes soften.
“C’mere, doc.”
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You start with his chest.
“Okay,” you murmur, shifting closer on your knees, notebook abandoned beside you. “Pectoralis major.”
Your fingers hover for a second before making contact—light, careful, like you’re afraid he might break.
He doesn’t.
If anything, he stills.
“Origin,” you continue, more to yourself than him. “Clavicle, sternum… inserts into the humerus…”
You trace the line, mapping it out in your head, then glance up. He’s already looking at you.
Not just looking.
Watching.
Soft. Warm. Completely gone.
“What?” you ask.
“Nothin’,” he says, but his voice is rougher now. “Keep going.”
You narrow your eyes but continue, shifting slightly. “Deltoid.”
Your fingers slide up, outlining the curve of his shoulder. He inhales—barely noticeable, but you feel it under your palm.
“Three heads,” you mumble, focused. “Anterior, lateral, posterior…”
“Say that again,” he murmurs.
You blink. “What?”
“The way you sound when you’re concentrating,” he says, like it’s obvious. “Keep talkin’.”
Heat creeps up your neck. “You’re not supposed to be flirting right now.”
“Can’t help it.”
You roll your eyes, but your hand doesn’t leave him.
“Biceps brachii,” you continue, moving down his arm. “Two heads. Responsible for—”
“Making my girlfriend stare at me like that?”
You smack his arm lightly. “Flexion of the elbow.”
He grins, entirely unrepentant.
You try to stay professional. You really do.
But somewhere between labeling his muscles with a washable marker — carefully writing along the lines of his skin — and the way he watches you like you’ve hung the stars, it gets… harder.
“Hold still,” you mumble, leaning closer to write along his clavicle.
“I am still.”
“You’re breathing.”
“Can’t really help that one, doll.”
You huff, but your lips twitch.
You finish the label, then hesitate.
Just for a second.
And then—because you want to, because you’ve been thinking about it since you started—you lean in and press a soft kiss just beneath the word.
Bucky freezes.
You pull back immediately, pretending to focus on your marker. “Next is—uh—sternum—”
“You kiss all your study materials like that?” he asks quietly.
Your heart stumbles. “Only the important ones.”
There’s a pause.
Then his hand comes up, brushing lightly against your wrist. Not stopping you—just there.
“Keep going,” he says.
So you do.
Every section you label, you follow with a small, absentminded kiss. Shoulder. Arm. Collarbone. Each one softer than the last, like a habit forming right under your own awareness.
By the time you reach his abdomen, your voice has gone a little quieter, your focus slipping.
“Rectus abdominis,” you murmur, tracing the lines, your fingers slower now.
“Yeah?” he whispers.
You nod, then press another kiss just above his navel.
His breath catches this time, obvious.
“Doc,” he says, a warning threaded through warmth.
You blink up at him, suddenly very aware of what you’re doing.
“Sorry,” you whisper.
He shakes his head, hand sliding to the back of your neck, gentle. “Don’t be.”
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The second part of your studying is supposed to be more structured.
A recorded head-to-toe assessment.
You set your phone up on the desk, press record, and turn back to Bucky—who is now sitting on the edge of your bed, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
“Okay,” you say, trying to slip back into professionalism. “I’m going to ask you a series of questions.”
“Shoot.”
You take a breath. “State your name and date of birth.”
He doesn’t miss a beat. “James Buchanan Barnes. Born March 10th, 1917.”
You pause, blinking. “Wait—seriously?”
He smirks. “Told you I’m a great study resource.”
You shake your head, fighting a smile. “Okay… do you have any current complaints?”
“Yeah.”
Your pen hovers. “Go ahead.”
“My girlfriend keeps touching me and then acting like it’s not affecting me.”
You choke. “That is not a medical complaint.”
“It is to me.”
You press your lips together, trying not to laugh. “Focus.”
“I am focused.”
“Bucky.”
“Sweetheart.”
You glare at him.
He softens instantly, holding up his hands. “Alright, alright. No complaints.”
You nod, regaining your rhythm. “Any pain?”
“Only when you stop kissing me.”
You drop your pen. “I’m turning this in.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I would.”
He leans forward, catching your wrist before you can move away, tugging you gently closer.
“You’re cute when you’re serious,” he murmurs.
“You’re impossible when I’m trying to pass,” you shoot back.
“C’mere,” he says again, softer now.
You hesitate—just for a second—before stepping into the space between his knees.
His hands settle at your waist, grounding you.
“You’re gonna ace that exam,” he says, like it’s a fact. “You know this stuff better than anyone.”
You search his face. “Even with you distracting me?”
He smiles, all fondness now. “Especially with me distracting you.”
You huff a quiet laugh, resting your forehead against his.
“Can I finish my assessment?” you ask.
“Yeah,” he says, brushing his nose against yours. “But I’m still gonna flirt.”
“Of course you are.”
“And you’re still gonna kiss me after every muscle?”
okay but hmo sports med student! & childhood friend! reader x kaiser
maybe reader was also from an abusive home and she met kaiser when she was walking down the street next to her house and they shared bread together and became friends after that but then yk the whole Michael gets arrested thingy so she doesn’t hear about it obviously cuz they said in the manga he pretty much only had one friend in the neighbourhood but said friend is the one who framed him
so she moves on and ends up going to med school in Japan and sends an email to anri when she hears about blue lock’s NEL (partially because she needs money and also because she thinks it would be interesting)
all the players in the NEL have to get mandatory checks and then she sees kaiser and they both realise it’s each other but don’t talk about it then at the end of the check up he grabs her wrist like “wait” and tells her to meet him in the cafeteria before her shift ends
then blah blah blah NEL stuff post NEL she gets an exchange programme opportunity to study at a school in munich and her and kaiser really bond a lot during the 47 day break between the NEL and u-20 wc
she goes back to Japan after a month in Munich (so 17 more days until u-20 wc arc starts) while he’s still in Germany and after he scores his hattrick against Costa Rica (the u-20 wc is in Japan) he decides not to head back to the hotel with the team but instead to go to her house and then at night they kiss each other and it’s not really the “im confessing my love” typa kiss it’s the “we can talk about this in the morning, just be mine tonight” typa kiss
idk where to go from here but im thinking
they both agree that there just better as friends at the moment on account that she’s “busy with med school” and “doesn’t wanna distract him from the wc” which we all know is a lie but whatever and he just goes along with it because kaiser is bad at feelings
she makes a random bet with him before the wc final like “if you win the wc I’ll grant you one favour you can ask for anything you want” so he crushes Japan in the final and texts her at like 2am “open the door” and “they made me do a bunch of stupid interviews” so she’s like ??? And opens her front door to see him standing there and she asks “so, what’s your favour?” And he says “I don’t want you to call me your best friend anymore” and in her mind she’s like ??? are you friendship breaking up with me rn mihya and says “what? then what do I call you?” and he says “your boyfriend” LIKE SHDJHSJSJ
okay I’ll sybau now kaiser is my favourite bllk character but hes so complicated so im sorry if this is ooc
WARNINGS: cockwarming, 3some-ish?, p in v (wrap it before you tap it), handsy Wooyoung, nip play if you squint, San is basically naked this entire time, Wooyoung is scheming, domestic photographer Seonghwa, San is so grossly in love, Wooyoung loves to watch, but he loves to be involved even more
Public Service Announcement & Disclaimer
! MedStudent!Reader who needs to borrow San to study for their Anatomy & Physiology Final.
! MedStudent!Reader who coaxed him into it by promising that they'll 'make it fun and worth his time.'
! MedStudent!Reader who drags San back to their room, so they can lay San out on their bed while they use him for study.
! San just lays there and stares at reader with complete adoration, probably with his hands on reader's hip, gently massaging circles with his thumbs.
! Wooyoung bursts in and asks if he can join the fun. You make him sit and hold your textbook up while he pouts, but he's secretly loving the view he's getting of both of you.
! Seonghwa coming looking once he notices that there's not as many people in the living room as before.
! Seonghwa who sees that your door is ajar and pushes it open with curiosity.
! Seonghwa who snaps a picture of the sight to send to the group chat, getting the perfect angle, so that everyone's face is in view. San's utterly lovesick expression, Wooyoung's comical pout, and your 'I've been caught' expression.
! What isn't being study of San has various notebooks and textbooks on him, also scattered all over your bed.
! Seonghwa also coming in to remind you to take breaks during your vigorous studying.
! Wooyoung wiggling his eyebrows while saying, "I know a way we could relax." And you feel San's hands begin to slide two different directions as he says it.
! They're actually both in on everything. Everyone knew you would probably pick San as your study model. Wooyoung says he'll come later to 'supervise' to avoid suspicion.
! You attempt to assert that you need to keep studying and pin San down with a hand on his chest. He could get up if he wanted to, but he's too busy enjoying the view to put of much of a fight. He loves your face of concentration.
! All of you compromise: you'll cockwarm San and let Wooyoung sit behind you with both their hands allowed to roam as they please while you try to continue to keep studying.
! Wooyoung pulling your shirt off to one side, so he can kiss your shoulder and leave plenty of marks while one of his hands wanders south of the border that is your waistband.
! His other hand slide northward to find one of your breasts. This is his favorite kind of multi-taking.
! He does slow, agonizing circles on your clit with the deliciously rough pads of his fingers. It causes you to clench around San, making him flush, through his head back into your pillows, and moan loudly. You can feel Wooyoung smirking against your shoulder as it happens.
Gangster!Jungkook x Med Student!Reader | gang/mafia AU | fluff, violence, slow burn?, angst, mature themes,
Status: on going
Rating: 18+
Banner and mood board: @bangtanloverboys
Beta reader: @punkisnotdead2318
Summary: You are a med student in a city where crime runs rampant. One day, you save Jeon Jungkook’s life, not knowing that he is one of the most powerful crime lord's heir. And you have just joined the No Harm List. But a lifetime of protection is more dangerous than it seems.
