Not so school appropriate 🛑〈 garten of banban one shots 〉

Natural painkillers (Syringeon x fem Y/N) smut

Note: I have yet to see a Syringeon fanfic in sight in the wild (prolly cuz he's not that desirable) and it makes me sad because you can literally do so much with him
It's just like with Sir Dadadoo, and he's my favourite character
Anyways, enjoy

Warning: mention of injury, (ever so slightly) overstimulation, etc.

Word count: 2600

You gave a gentle knock on the door the his operation room, hoping he wasn't busy at all. You had this nasty bite on your thigh from a naughty one who you were trying to run a test on. It got out of its container and attacked you. Probably best to keep those things in the pouch instead.

You waited patiently, looking down at your leg and cringing. The sight of blood disgusted you. Thankfully it wasn't deep or anything.

"Come in." Syringeon said, his voice was a bit muffled since he was behind the door.

You opened it with the keycard one of your coworkers gave you, and peered your head inside to see that surgeon mutant thing.

He looked over at you, a bit confused as he saw you. "You're no patient of mine. You work in the upper levels, don't you?"

You gave him a nod. You didn't really know where to start. How were you gonna explain the injury?

There was a patient lying on the medical table who seemed fully conscious. They were breathing a bit heavily, their eyes wide open, almost like an abyss. They also had green skin? Probably due to their givanium infused blood.

Syringeon let out a hum as he looked back at his patient. "I'll deal with you later. Shoo, scram, get out of my operation room."

They hopped off the table, slouching over as they walked out. "Ce n'est pas juste, je mérite d'être traité en premier.."

"Oh, quit your whinin', you aren't dyin' or anythin' are ya?" He snapped back, pointing towards the door.

They just huffed as they walked out.

You felt bad, but you were injured as well. You closed the door behind you, limping over to the table and hopping on.

"What seems to be the problem, missy? I don't really work on your level of employees. Hell, I barely work with your kinda people." He mentioned, referring to the fact you were a human.

"Well, I was trying to get a case report done on one of those slug thingys, and it bit me when I tried to grab it." You said, pointing at your thigh.

He gave a slight chuckle, getting up close to your thigh to inspect the injury. "Oh yeah, those things can be a real pain."

You kind of felt a little flustered on how close he was getting. You know he's a surgeon and all, but damn. Also, his arms were somewhat intimidating, being the fact that his hands are literal medical instruments.

He looked up at you. "I need a better look at this. You might need stitches, or if you're lucky, a bandage. You don't mine layin' down and takin' your pants off, right? This is strictly professional, of course, but I ain't got a good view like this."

You nodded, a bit more embarrassed. You've been to many appointments before, with regular human doctors. But for some reason, a givanium mutant who is a surgeon and is going to touch your thigh, made you a bit anxious.

You took off your coat and slipped off your pants, and laid down on the cold table. "How long will this take?"

"Depends, I'm pretty quick." He said, leaning in closer. "This might hurt a bit, but just try and stay still for me, alright?"

You nodded. You tried your best to ignore the pain and just focus on other things, such as the ceiling, or even the walls.

He was doing his job, making sure the wound was clean and stuff. But for some reason, you had trouble focusing on something else. He was right by your legs, and he was touching them a lot.