🩺Behave🩺(CW: Mild Medfet : Doctor X Patient Dynamic, Slight Intox - (medicated state), Light mention of medication, Light mention of medical equipment, and consensual touching + teasing of body parts, consenual medical exam roleplay.)
I enter the room, frustrated. This is the third time she's tried to vacate the bed this morning alone.
"Back in bed," I say firmly, guiding her back down with a hand on her shoulder. "Now."
"I feel fine, just let me up for five minutes." She protests.
I sigh and grip the chart in my hands.
"So do I need to start putting gold stars on a chart every time you follow instructions?"
Her cheeks turn pink. "You like telling me what to do, don't you?"
I smirk under my mask. "Behave" - a stern warning.
I keep her in bed (or try to rather) for the rest of the morning with regular checks, returning at lunchtime to inform her that she will not be discharged for at least another day.
"You're pouting," I roll my eyes.
"It's not going to influence my medical decision."
"But I'm so bored, she whines desperately. "No tv, no walking around... I hate feeling stuck here." I sit down on the edge of the bed, close enough that my coat brushes her leg. "Complaining won't get you what you want. Good patients earn privileges."
When medication time rolls around, she crosses her arms dramatically. "I'm not taking it until you tell me exactly what it is and why I need it."
I explain it to her, patiently - the muscle relaxant for her tension, the mild sedative to help her actually rest. She still hesitates, stubborn and bratty.
"Open," I order, pulling on a fresh pair of gloves. I place the pills on her tongue with two fingers, then hold a flimsy plastic cup of water to her lips.
"Now that we've negotiated like reasonable adults, take the medication."
Instead of pulling away, she closes her mouth around my gloved fingers and sucks gently, eyes half-lidded.
"Behave," I utter sharply, voice stricter than I intended. I attempt to brush off her neediness :
"The sedative is clearly affecting you already."
She releases my fingers with a soft, flustered pop.
"Sorry, Doctor... but you feel good." The meds are hitting tast, turning her defiant boredom into something sleepy, and visibly needy.
I wait for her to swallow properly. "Good" I murmur.
I pull the sheet down slowly, so as not to startle her.
"It's time for your physical exam now." I loosen the ties on her gown, letting it fall open. I press the stethoscope to her skin and watch her chest rise and fall more rapidly.
"Doctor... that's cold," she whimpers.
"Necessary," I reply, listening to her racing heart. I move the tool lower, over her stomach, then rest my gloved hand on her inner thigh. "Spread your legs."
She hesitates, cheeks burning now. "Right now?"
"Yes. The medication can affect sensitivity and circulation — I need to check how responsive you are." My fingers stroke lightly along her skin.
"You've been fighting me all day. Let me take care of you."
Her breath hitches. "Please touch me, Doctor," she whispers, voice soft and needy. "I want your hands on me... I'm aching for it." Her every word fetishizing the clinical temperature of my medical equipment against her soft skin.
I give her a firm look, trying to maintain control even as my own pulse quickens at how quickly the meds have melted her "Careful. I'm still your doctor" I warn.
But I must complete this examination. So I continue, sliding my fingers between her legs slowly, tracing idle circles on her clit, then pressing two inside, curling just right.
"Ah-fuck," she gasps, her hips grinding against my hand. "Yes... just like that. Please don't stop."
"Breathe for me. That's it. Good girl."
Her entire body shudders, she cums hard - clenching around my fingers with a shaky moan, eyes locked on mine the whole time. I look down to see my glove coated in her mess. "such a needy patient, and such a big mess for a little physical exam."
When she drifts back down, flushed, I snap my gloves off.
"Doctor... what are you-"
I press a gold star sticker just below her navel.
"Excellent compliance," I whisper, brushing damp hair from her forehead. "Keep listening like this and you might earn your discharge tomorrow."
She gives me a lazy smile. "Only if you do the follow-up yourself, Doctor."
I smile back. "Now rest."
