#tw.medical play

[p-antomime]

kiki mhmm give me...... if you're able ofc, give me something (it can be short ofc) wiTH DOTTORE PLEASE OMFG THIS MAN HAS BEEN ON MY MIND EVERYDAY and i cant believe sumeru is 'over' with him being present

i got your back nonnie :(( dottores hot i know id suck him dry everyday if i got the chance to do it

᪗ — wc.: 867.

“First time coming?” 

He asks without raising his eyes that continued to analyze whether the gloves had been placed correctly on his long, slender fingers, although deep down he already knew there was no way they could be remotely incorrect.

“No, sir,” your head denying it put more emphasis on the response, “I’m used to this kind of examination, actually.” 

“What made you switch doctors, if I may ask, then?” 

Dottore approaches the gurney on which he had previously asked you to sit, and this time he raises his attention to fix it on your eyes that dripped a latent anxiety that perhaps he could cut through even with a scalpel. And you understood immediately that it was time to lie down and try to relax as much as possible, even with the doctor's imposing presence bouncing off the walls and seeming to hover over your mind and sanity like numbing fog. 

“I... had some problems, I guess,” his eyebrows rose and you knew you weren’t clear enough, “The last doctor I consulted with was a bit... rude, if you know what I mean, sir.” 

Dottore felt as if he was about to crush the shyness permeating that sentence as soon as he fixed your knee supports and gestured with one of his indicators for you to position yourself as comfortably as possible, “I understand, completely.” 

That was the only one he replied before he pushed up the edges of your robes to your crotch and rested his gloved hands on your thighs close to the edge of being visibly tense. 

Your doctor could see everything, absolutely everything. From your lovely clit almost ready to be rubbed to your naturally inviting folds. He could classify you as “cute”, “adorable”, “graceful”, but perhaps the best word was simply “tasty”; it was almost a sin that you had been hiding something so valuable from him for so long. 

“Tell me if anything hurts while I inspect you, will you?” 

As he speaks, you feel his gloved fingers move up your thighs with thumbs placing themselves on the most intimate part of your body, "Let's do our best so you don't have to spend any more of your precious time going to these other trashes out there, hm?"  

You felt a mixture of promise and warning at the same time, but you weren't given the opportunity to respond anything, not even a simple “mhm”, as Dottore used one hand to open your folds and leave you more exposed while the other momentarily rested on your crotch before sliding down again and placing itself on your soft clit. 

Immediately, small flames of adrenaline and pleasure began to form in pools all over your body and concentrate in the middle of your legs, just below the doctor's hands that began to rub and circle that sensitive heap of nerves. In a matter of seconds your breathing became ragged and eyes tried to focus on anything other than Dottore's reds or his silhouette. 

It was almost as if you should feel dirty, after all: he was doing his job as a doctor, and you were giving in to impulses that you knew how to control very well – or thought you did. But, his fingers were so good, had such insane control that they knew how much to press and yet made everything painless, purely pleasurable and euphoria-worthy. 

And it got even worse when his other hand placed itself over your now completely wet entrance, but didn't venture to finish the job of crossing the ethical boundary and filling and massaging you from the inside. Only the others kept stroking your clit deftly. 

“D-Dottore–,” it was the first time you had called him directly, no “sir” included, “Feelin' a–,” his fingers moved to a faster pace over your clit, you began to feel a puddle of anxiety and anticipation, it almost felt like a knot taking hold of the bottom of your belly, "P-Please, ‘nside me, your fingers, I–” 

“Oh, my fingers? You mean those?” the fingers over your entrance pressed themselves against it, threatening to really get inside, “Want they inside you? Oh, sweetcheks, that wouldn't be appropriate, would it? I am your Doctor, after all, no?” 

A small, mocking chuckle escaped his lips and just as the shame of having asked something so outrageous of him almost took hold of your body, you felt him slide his gloved fingers bathed in your slit inside, reaching deeper than your own could and making your eyes roll in pure pleasure; pleasure that almost made your orgasm erupt violently as soon as Dottore curved them against your sweetest, most sensitive internal spot.  

Before you could stop yourself, several “Please” were escaping from your mouth and you didn't even know if you were begging Dottore to prolong your pleasure, make you cum faster, or simply end the situation soon. But regardless of what you wanted, your doctor gave you a climax as a gift, with his fingers moving in and out of your wet little hole and the others rubbing your now swollen clit.  

In the end, he was right. You would no longer have to waste your precious time looking for doctors other than him. 

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