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When the nurse asked if you preferred a male or female doctor, you really should’ve said female. You had absolutely nothing against male gynecologists, but you hadn’t realized just how embarrassing it is to discuss your sex issues with a man, versus how it would’ve been with a woman.
Dr. Toji was…nice, in a way. He was really tall with thickened shoulders, a handsome face, and a bored scowl. He had bags under his eyes from the constant working you supposed, and a big mean scar over the right side of his mouth. You suspected you had some aversions to telling him just because of how physically intimidating and good looking he was. It’s hard to admit that somethings wrong with you to a man who’s that fine.
“So, what brings you in today?” He drawls, deep but quiet in the small sterile room. You sit in only one of those stiff white gowns with nothing underneath, shifting on the hard bed and the paper underneath you, hearing it crackle loudly. You cringe, fiddling with your fingers as you look down into your lap to avoid the gaze of the burly man that stands across the room from you.
“Um,” you whisper, huffing quietly through your nose as you try to push the words up and out of your throat. “I-I’ve been having painful s-sex.” You spit out the last word, eyes clenching shut in embarrassment.
It takes everything in Toji not to laugh at you. Not because your situation is funny per se, but because how fucking flustered you are. His tired eyes scan over your charts again, calculating in his head that you’re in your early twenties, first time at this gynecologist, a grown adult woman and yet you still can’t look him in the eye when you talk about your issues. It makes him want to fuck with you more, be mean, and pick with you. He smiles, folding his arms across his chest as he glances back over at your chart.
“Oh yeah?” He asks quietly, his voice bordering on bored. It makes you frown as you glance up at him, before quickly looking down again. He’s too damn intense and cute to be staring that hard. But you nod silently, hands still wringing in front of you.
“Yeah.” You repeat quietly. You hear him sigh softly through his nose before he moves slowly. He peels himself from off of the wall across from you, unfolding his arms as he pulls out the swivel chair not too far away from your swinging feet, and plops his ass down into the chair. He looks over at your chart once more before he sets it down on the sterile counter beside the two of you, before turning his full gaze and attention to where you sit on the bed.
“Tell me more about this pain. Details will help me help you, darlin’,” Dr. Toji says gruffly, leans back in his chair as he reaches over to pull on some gloves, but never takes his eyes off of you.
This angle is even more imposing, you think. It’s hard to think about your few bad experiences when this fine specimen of a man is staring up at you like that. Like you’re nothing but a dumb girl who lets boys touch her without telling them that that’s not actually where your clit is. Looks at you like maybe your pain is your fault, but he’ll be glad to help sort out your insides with his hands and maybe even his mouth—
You shake your head quickly, blinking rapidly to clear the dirty images that have plagued your thoughts in only a second. Dr. Toji arches a thin black brow at you, snaps on his gloves imposingly loud as he waits for you to speak. You clear your throat and look away again, over at a poster on the wall with an anatomy picture of a person with their legs spread and their vagina on display, little lines pointing to every piece that makes the vagina function.
“It’s, um, really bad.” You whisper, trying to think back on how you felt those last few times. You frown though when Dr. Toji chuckles at your choice of words, hands now folded in his lap as he hunches over slightly in place.
“Descriptive words, sweetheart.” He sounds so placating, the fucker, makes you frown deeper as your eyes bounce around the clean, light pink room.
“Like a, uh, a sharp pain in my lower abdomen whenever a guy, uh, you know…” fuck, explaining this shit is a lot harder than what you originally thought. You close your eyes and shake your head again when Dr. Toji speaks up quietly.
“When he puts his penis inside of your vagina?” You cringe at his choice of words, still thankful that he wasn’t overly graphic though. But it’s so fucking embarrassing either way, as you nod your head quickly and continue on.
“Yeah, that.” You clear your throat. “It’s like a burning type of pain whenever a guy tries to put it in. Like, I clamp down and nothing can enter me.”
Now, this isn’t the first time Toji has heard sexual tales from women before, and he’s heard some graphic, over shared, too much information, type shit before. But its something about you, about how you fiddle with your nails and bite your pretty bottom lip and look at everything else in the room except for him that makes him have to fix the growing tightness in his slacks.
“Do you and your partners ever use lube?” He asks instead, trying to divert his thoughts into something that wouldn’t get him fired and his license revoked. You glance over at him from the corner of your eye though with a frown.
“No, why would we need lube if I…?” Self lubricate, but the words die on your tongue before you can say them. Dr. Toji smiles softly at you, his crows feet crinkling in the corners of his eyes as he nods slightly.
“Lube can still be extremely helpful, even with someone with a vagina. I would recommend a water-based lube, which you can find in any of your local pharmacies.” He says fluidly, like he had practiced these same words with people hundreds of times before. You nod quickly though, already planning in your head which pharmacy you were going to stop at on your way home after your appointment.
“Do your partners ever prep you?” Dr. Toji asks next, hands grasped tightly against each other in front of his growing erection in his pants. The thought of drizzling lube all over your tiny little tight cunt, watching it dribble down into the crack of your ass, your mouth falling open silently as the coldness seeps into your pores—fuck, he needs to get his shit together.
“They try to, but they usually can’t get more than one finger in, so we just try and skip to the sex and, well,” you trail off, giving him knowing eyes as you silently explain the cycle of your partners not fitting and you getting the burning pain. He nods again, quiet as he thinks, thinks of your little pained screams from stupidly immature boys not knowing how to handle you, thinks of how he could show you how a real man is supposed to prep and fuck you.
“I’m thinking it’s vaginismus,” he says gruffly, gesturing to your legs as he grabs the little foot pedestals beside the bed and swing them around until they sit in front of you. He starts blabbering off on what vaginismus is exactly, your unconscious fear of penetration, the signs of it, and all that other shit. He’s on autopilot though, as he explains that he’ll have to do an exam on your vagina to really make sure his assumption is right.
But a vaginal exam isn’t really needed or necessary when it comes to your assumed diagnosis. He just wants to get his hands on you.
When your feet are propped up, Dr. Toji lifts your gown and pushes it until it lays across your belly. You lay back stiffly, body tight and nervous as this handsome doctor stares down at your exposed cunt, a shiver coursing through your body at his quiet hum when he sees you.
He doesn’t know how he holds back from coming in his pants at the sight of you, but he pats himself on the back from doing so. You look so fucking pretty and soft down there, a patch of hair over your mound, your clit still hidden beneath its hood, your lips spread and slightly wet. His cock twitches damn near violently in his pants as he hums again, hands itching to explore the cunt that lies right in front of him.
“I’m going to ask you a few questions. Is that okay?” Dr. Toji asks softly, rests his hands on either side of your hips, squeezing softly to calm you when he feels you jump under the cold latex. You hesitate for a moment before nodding quickly, swallowing down the saliva that floods your mouth.
“Y-Yes, Dr. Toji.” So sweet, Toji thinks as he holds back a groan. He nods to himself as he finally starts to slide his hands down from where they have settled at your waist, down until both thumbs stop at your lips, pulling them back slightly so he can see your precious, tiny little hole.
“Do you mind telling me the age range of your previous partners?” Dr. Toji hums as he scoots his chair closer until his face hovers above your cunt. You shiver when you feel his breath puff against you, hole spasming without your control. He watches it though with bated breath, licks his lips at the sight of you and hopes that you can’t feel how his breathing has picked up.
“U-Um, college aged. Early twenties.” You whisper, eyes squeezed shut in anticipation. He doesn’t fully touch you yet from where he’s softly pulled back your lips, but you secretly just want him to—to do something more.
“So pretty inexperienced guys, huh?” Dr. Toji asks, his voice low and rough as he finally moves his hands, uses one thumb and forefinger to expose you to his greedy eyes, the other trailing a gloved finger down across your labia softly. You have to bite back a moan as your eyes flutter.
“Yeah, I-I guess you could say that.” You confess, trying to keep your hips from shifting too much. Toji grins wolfishly, although you don’t see him from where you blink up hazily at the white ceiling tiles.
“Have you ever been with an older man?” His tone is done right predatory now, which makes your eyes widen as you lift your head up to stare at him. Dr. Toji just smiles softly at you, index finger still tracing up and down your slick labia before he runs his fingers against your puffy little lips.
“What does that have to do with my pain?” You ask breathily, head falling back down onto the headrest when his gaze becomes too much for you. Toji grins, licking his lips, as he moves back over to start applying slightly more pressure to your labia to see your hole twitch.
“You usually find older men knowing what they’re doing when it comes to pleasing little things like you.” You’re starting to believe that this is taking an unprofessional turn when his finger suddenly slides from stroking your labia to passing over your hole. You clench up in response, breath hitching in your throat as your eyes squeeze shut. He hums under his breath at the sight, lip bitten raw between his teeth.
“Do those boys you sleep with ever touch you right here?” Dr. Toji’s voice has taken a lustful tone to it now, something that whips throughout your body, that draws you up thin as you squeak quietly when his finger presses into your clit softly. The pressure is barely there, enough to make your hips arch up slightly to chase the feeling, to which he lets you. He smiles at how responsive your body is, how your knees draw up slightly, how you whine under your breath.
“N-No!” You whimper, eyes screwed shut as you try to keep from closing your thighs around his head. Dr. Toji uses his other hand to settle you back into place before it returns to spreading you out before him, drawing your lips open until he can see every part of you. His cock twitches in its confinements, begging to be buried in something as tight as you.
“Do you ever touch yourself right here?” His voice is sultry as he moves his thumb side to side slowly. It’s the softest swipe he can muster with light pressure, watches how you writhe beneath him for more, bucking your hips into his touch as he feels his own breath starting to pick up from the sight of you writhing beneath him.
“Yeah,” you whine, fingers digging into the bed and paper beneath you, hearing it rip from how hard you’re gripping it, head tossed back as you start feeling yourself near your climax already.
“Do you ever put a finger inside whenever you touch yourself?” Toji’s only asking for his own personal knowledge now, feels his own hips buck up into nothing, but doesn’t dare to move either of his hands away from your precious little cunt.
“No,” you pant softly, thighs starting to tremble as you grind your hips against his thick thumb fruitlessly. “Just play with my clit until I cum.”
Dr. Toji groans under his breath, thinking of you rolling around in your bed, hand shoved in your soft cotton panties as you rub and rub at your aching little clit. Thinks of how it grows and swells under the constant abuse, how it gets fatter with every orgasm, thinks of fitting it between his lips and sucking at the little nub until you cum and gush all over his chin.
“I’m gonna put my thumb in, okay, sweetheart?” Dr. Toji’s voice is breathless, as he leans in even closer, still swiping your swelling clit under his thumb, still letting you grind against the appendage as you get close to your orgasm. You nod quickly, trying to will yourself to relax to let him in, hearing how your hole squelches quietly under your panting from how wet you’ve gotten, knowing that his mouth is so, so close to you.
When Dr. Toji slips the thickness of his thumb inside of your tight little hole, you cum instantly on the spot. You have to muffle your cries with your hand as you throw your head back, hips still bucking erratically as you grind against both of his thumbs, one still swiping at your clit and the other slipping in and out of you in a slowed pace.
Toji groans as he feels you tighten up impossibly so on his appendage, wondering how tight you’d feel on his cock when he’d fuck you. He feels a shudder go throughout his body as he comes so close to coming in his own pants, but silently not wanting to release unless it’s inside of you.
You ride out your orgasm with little mewls and breathy moans, eyes rolling beneath your lids as you start to grow sensitive as he never lets up on you. When you finally groan and start inching your hips up away from him, does he finally relent. But he doesn’t let you get too far before he captures your hips in his hands. Your gown has slipped down from your thrashing, so you don’t see him lean forward until you feel his soft lips kiss your clit. You jerk with a moan, body tensing as the scar on his lip tickles you before he pulls back slowly.
He licks his lips, making sure you catch his eyes as you sit up on your elbows. You feel your entire body heat up under his gaze as he licks the wetness from the latex of his gloves on both thumbs, humming at your taste as you bite your lip softly.
You’re broken out of your stupor when Dr. Toji suddenly stands. He pulls off the gloves and deposits them on the counter instead of the trash, turning his back to you as he rifles through a drawer. He pulls out a small bottle of lube and hands it over to you with a wink as you still lay there dazedly.
“I’m prescribing you lots of lube and lots of masturbation. Go farther than just touching your clit, and try to get some fingers inside of yourself, okay, darlin’?” Dr. Toji speaks as if he didn’t just give you an earth shattering orgasm just seconds ago. You belatedly take the lube from him, blinking down at it as you try to get your bearings together.
“And make a follow up appointment with the front desk for two weeks, ‘kay? If you need some help with getting those little fingers inside of yourself, don’t hesitate to call me.” He turns around mid sentence to scribble something on a note before he faces you again, a small scrap of paper with his numbers scribbled onto them as he winks at you. You only nod slowly, still coming to terms with what the fuck just happened. Dr. Toji seems to understand the look as he smirks at you, before making his way to the door.
“See you in hopefully less than two weeks, sweetheart.” And with that, he makes his exit. You’re left pondering in your thoughts and a puddle of your own cum as you wonder if calling him the moment you left the building would be too soon.