Megumi Fushiguro

Megumi Fushiguro, famous boxer in Japan, famous around the world in general but whatever, you had the pleasure to be working as his doctor! At first he was quiet, too quiet, like he wasn’t even there when you treated his small cuts. Little did you know he had a big crush on you, heart racing and cheeks heating up from your slightest touch. Even worse is when you once commented on his pulsing race when your fingers brushed against his wrist— he just said it was from the adrenaline of the fight, a half lie, okay?

Anyways, he couldn’t get over you. Head filled with dozen of thoughts about you. At night he once jerked off to you, but damn did he felt terrible and nasty, promising himself he’d never do such stupidity again. Talking about the devil, he did it again when you gave him a compliment about his new scar that made his oddly look even more handsome.

He was really head over heels, just wanting to feel your touch below his waistband. But he really needed to stop and focus on his career, barely when you were treating his hand so carefully and softly after he intentionally punched his opponent’s elbow awkwardly during practice, just to get treated by you— again.

“You’re so reckless, Fushiguro. Look at that swelling.” His eyes drifted down at his hand, being bandaged by your slender fingers— god, he wanted them wrapped around his weeping dick, pumping up and down, slowly and steadily. “Sorry, Doc.” He apologized, but it worth it, heart beating faster within his chest. He wanted more— needed more and he didn’t know how long he could take before he’d snap.