pairing: frank langdon x black!fem!reader; baran al-hashimi x black!fem!reader.
content: they give u a pelvic exammmmmm. age gap(r is in their 20s). fingering. does this count as medplay chat idk. inaccurate medical info(from google). examination kink. i want them both.
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ They’d both see how nervous you are, picking at your nails, biting your lip, or the lack of eye contact. They reassure you that the examination is simple as they tug their blue latex gloves. You don’t even catch the way they look at you darkly from the way your curls fan over your face
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ “Is this your first time getting a pelvic exam?” They’d ask with a soft tone. When you nod, they slowly approach you, promise it will be short, and ask you to tell them if you need to stop. They gently tell you to spread your legs and announce what they’re doing before doing it, starting by examining your vulva.
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ They remind you to take deep breaths as their hands wander. They drag a finger through your folds, watching how you tense or the hitch of your breath. “Relax, for me.”
You’re not stupid. You found them obviously attractive, which somewhat helped you relax despite your anxious state. “Any discomfort?” They search for your eye contact. They nod when you shake your head. “How about now?” Their thumbs press against your clit, making your hips buck. Your head lolls back, eyes fluttering closed. Syrupy warmth floods your lower stomach as they rub circles on your clit. You lift your head, face growing hot as you meet their intense contact and shake your head—no pain.
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ “Good; good responses too. Try to stay still for me,” they’ll tell you as they quicken, and you begin to squirm from the sensation. You bite your lip to muffle the whimpers that threaten to spill, and, despite the latex material of the gloves against your bundle of nerves, you couldn’t help but feel turned on. In fact, the feeling of the material made you clench around nothing. When you relax and focus on the pleasure, it only makes you want to writhe on the table as you want more—are all pelvic exams like this?
A whine escapes your lips after they pull away; you notice the pressure that unwinds from your lower stomach afterward.
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ They snap on a new pair of latex gloves and tell you that they’ll have to insert their fingers for the next part. They start by slowly pushing one finger inside your pussy, soaking the glove with your slick. “It’s alright,” they reassure you with a hand on your inner thigh. The finger sits there for a moment as your gummy walls adjust around it. “So tight,” they mutter, which makes your stomach flutter. They curl their fingers and watch how you gasp. “No pain?” they ask as they start to slowly pump the single finger into your cunt.
“No,” you push out and hum as they’re knuckle deep into your pussy. They almost groan from the sight of your tight cunt swallowing their finger. You whine softly, walls fluttering around them with the increase of pace. It made your hips buck to meet them until they slowed.
You bite your lips when their finger curls into your pussy to hit a sensitive spot that makes your toes curl. You’re sure they notice, but instead of discouraging you, they say, “Don’t hold back. These reactions mean you’re healthy.”
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ When they add a second finger, their spare hand on your thigh rises to lay on your lower stomach. It presses down as their digits pump into your cunt, sliding with ease from your syrupy slick. They look up for confirmation that you're comfortable until you shake your head, barely muttering, “No pain.”
“Good,” the other hand slides so their thumb can rub your puffy clit. The sharp sense of pleasure almost makes your thighs close until they remind you to keep them open.
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ Dr. Al-Hashimi would stare at you with doe eyes as you moan softly, and your nails dig into your palms. Her fingers curl frequently to hit a spot that almost has you cumming immediately. She can tell you're fighting your orgasm, so she starts to rub your clit faster until your body is growing taut. Despite how unprofessional it is, she loves to hear your noises, arousal gathered in your own lower body. “It’s only standard that the patient . . . has an orgasm during the exam,” she reassures you. “It’s okay, sweet.”
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ While Dr. Langdon would opt to pull you closer, his hand returned to your thigh, tugging it over his shoulder. If he could, he would wrap his lips around your clit, but he decides against it, to instead, plunge his two fingers further into your fluttering cunt. He pushes for the way your walls squeeze him when they brush a deep spot inside you, or how your thighs tense. Unlike Al-Hashimi, he’s a little less professional, telling you, “It’s okay to cum, sweetheart. It’s normal.”
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ They watch in awe as you cum, walls spasming around their fingers that continue to thrust into you. You grow silent except for your pants, chest rising rapidly. They only pull away when you begin to squirm. They sit up and disregard their gloves while you settle. They tell you that they found nothing wrong, and you can change. They linger for a moment, just for a final look, although they have a sneaking suspicion that you’ll come back.
