Doctor’s Orders
Fandom/Character: One Piece - Brook
Summary: A visit with Dr. Brook takes… an unexpected turn.
Word Count: 2.6k
Tags: Brook x Reader, Doctor!Brook x Fem!Reader, AFAB!Reader, AU, One-Shot, Romance, Romantic Confessions, Fluff, Smut, Vaginal Fingering (F!Receiving), Boob Play, oh yeah, and only like, a thousand OSHA violations
Dr. Brook is pretty damn good at his job. Although he was a bit rusty after not practicing his profession for fifty years, he was able to get back into the groove of it over the course of only a few months. Not to mention, there were quite a lot of medical advancements that he had to quickly get the hang of if he was going to be the Straw Hat Crew’s doctor. But… he somehow did it.
Now, he is in charge of everyone’s health on the Thousand Sunny. He will occasionally use his own skeletal body to reference which areas are of most utmost importance to the other members, precise in his vast medical knowledge. Without a nervous system to mess him up during crucial procedures, he is also extremely precise in his deft movements. You can’t help but notice this as he thoughtfully scribbles something down on a clipboard during your annual check-up.
You’ve developed quite a crush on Brook. You’ve honestly felt this way for a while now— and the thought of him finding out is embarrassing. Not that you doubt he would reciprocate your feelings (he’s made it quite clear that he finds you delightfully attractive, along with every other woman in the Blue Sea), but you just know the others wouldn’t let you hear the end of it if they found out you had a soft spot for Doctor Bones over here. Your train of thought is interrupted by Brook’s voice ringing through his private office.
“Alright dear, let’s take a look at how you’re doing today.”
Brook looks up from his clipboard as he places it down, signaling that he’s ready to continue with the check up. You then feel your heartbeat unwillingly begin to race— aw crap. Here we go.
You nervously watch while he lifts the stethoscope from his neck. Then, he places the earpieces towards the back of his cheekbones where his ears would usually be. You’re not exactly sure how that works, but he’s a living skeleton for crying out loud. The bigger mystery is why you’re even into him.
Anyhow, he picks up the chestpiece, leans in ever so slightly to listen into your heartbeat, then suddenly freezes. In return, so do you.
“Uh, love… would you mind lowering the neckline of your blouse ever so slightly?” He asks, realizing the cloth of your top is still covering your chest. You lightly blush, but end up complying with his order. Once you use your fingers to tug down your blouse, he continues.
The sudden, cold sensation of the diaphragm upon your warm chest causes you to slightly startle. Brook doesn’t seem to notice, for he’s concentrating on assessing your breathing and heartbeat.
“Breathe in.”
You do.
“…And breathe out.”
Shakily, you somehow manage to follow his instructions.
“Odd,” he says, tilting his head ever so slightly, “your heartbeat is quite rapid today.”
“Haha, is it?” You nervously chuckle. “Must be the excitement for dinner. Sanji’s cooking up my favorite meal tonight.”
Brook hums, not entirely convinced, before stepping back and returning the stethoscope to where it originally hung around his neck. While he reaches for his clipboard to write down his notes, you mentally freak the fuck out. However, it doesn’t last for long, for Brook then continues with, “Alright, then. Let’s take that temperature, shall we?”
You gulp. This couldn’t get any worse.
You brace yourself for humiliation as he approaches once more with a thermometer.
“Open wide,” he says. You bite back a whimper, then hesitantly part your lips, just enough for Brook to slip the thermometer in between your mouth. A few awkward seconds pass. Holy hell…
“Are you sure you’re feeling well, dear? Your temperature is borderline feverish,” he asks once he sees the numbers on the thermometer. You remain still and rigid on the examination bed, your sweaty palms clamped upon your knees. A stiff nod is all you can manage. Brook takes a step back to sanitize the thermometer before placing it back with the rest of his medical supplies. Shit. You might as well come clean. He’s probably not going to let you go without a proper explanation.
“I am. Feeling well, that is,” you hesitantly begin. Brook turns around to observe you as you speak, even if you are refusing to look up and face him. You take a deep breath, then continue.
“But, you could say that… there’s another reason why I feel, uh… flustered, today.” Finally, you gingerly glance upwards to witness his reaction.
Brook is still. Perhaps he didn’t understand. Ugh, do you have to spell everything out for him? Suddenly, his laugh echoes throughout his medical office.
“Yohoho! My, you are down with quite the fever to be having such ridiculous thoughts! Don’t worry my friend, I have just the treatment for–”
“I’m deadly serious! I want you, Brook!”
Another moment of silence. The cold, sterile environment of Brook’s office all of a sudden feels like it’s closing in around you. Now you’ve said it– there’s no going back now. You are sure that your cheeks have become flaming red, even more proof that your recent admission is true. All that’s left now is seeing how Brook will react.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”
At first, you’re convinced that you’re hearing things. Maybe you really are sick, and this is all a fever dream. However, Brook snaps you out of it by approaching you on the examination bed once more. He doesn’t hold back this time, letting himself stand right before you. He towers over where you sit, causing you to crane your neck to meet his gaze. You’ve never had to question whether or not you are actually making eye contact with Brook, you can just feel his gaze deep within your soul. And for the first time ever, you know he feels it in return.
After another split second of silence, Brook speaks up once more.
“You know, I’m still convinced that you might have a fever. I may have to check once more to make sure…” he quietly muses, leaning down ever so slightly. Not too much to invade your personal space, but just enough to make you nervous once more. Since when in God’s name was he such a smooth talker? And clearly your heart isn’t the only part of your body excited from such a sudden discovery… this day has gone from embarrassing to downright degrading. No. You won’t let him overwhelm you this soon. You feel a smirk play at the corners of your lips when you respond, “Oh, really? And who let you come to such a conclusion?”
“I did. Doctor’s orders.”
Damnit. He got you there. But still, you are now committed to the part of playing hard to get.
“Alright, fine, I consent. But you’re going to have to check it yourself.”
You swear you hear an amused chuckle escape from Brook, but you are quickly distracted from the fact that his skeletal fingers are already playing at the neckline of your blouse once more. The last time, it was brief, professional, controlled. However, his movements are now much more relaxed, like he’s finally letting himself explore just how undressing you makes him feel. You sense the bottom of your stomach become flushed with energy, like it’s awoken from a deep slumber. The fluttery feeling continues to bloom as you watch the way Brook effortlessly slips down your blouse, exposing more of your chest with every second. Suddenly, he softly groans.
“Ha… haven’t felt like this in quite a while. Pardon me, my dear, but you’ve a rather bewitching effect on me. Since we first met, my soul can’t help but be stirred at the very sight of you,” he mumbles, turning his attention back to your flustered face. Your eyes subtly widen, hope suddenly clawing at you from within.
“I do?” You ask, suddenly aware of the fact that he seems to have been attracted to you since when you first met all those years ago. Brook nods, tilting his head in that way you love so much.
“And to think that such a beautiful force of nature like yourself could come to like me in return,” he muses. Suddenly, he lets go of the hem of your blouse, instead raising his hand to gingerly cup your blushing cheek. You could faint right then and there. Instead, you softly smile, placing a warm hand over his own skeletal fingers where they delicately hold your face.
“Of course I do, silly. You’re dead, not repulsive.”
Brook can’t help but laugh at your comment.
“Yohoho! How observant you are, my dear! Look at you, with your smart, little jokes…” His tone slowly returns to the one from earlier, dripping with sheer yearning and desire. It’s like a turn-on switch for you. There’s now a buzzing sensation that is becoming more and more difficult to ignore between your thighs… and you’re starting to get impatient.
“I only learn from the best,” you say, replying to his previous comment. You then take the opportunity to place your hands upon his shoulders. This causes him to lightly tense up for a second, before he finally melts into your touch. A soft, humming sound erupts from within his skeletal body.
“Well then, you’ve got quite a teacher,” Brook confidently responds, causing you to giggle. Suddenly, you hear him add, “mind if I teach you something else?”
Your lighthearted giggle comes to a sudden halt, but it only causes the butterflies in your stomach to go even more wild than they already were. Before you can even stop to think about what he could possibly have to teach you, you nod.
Brook huffs, amused with your eager reaction.
“That’s a good girl. Now, you’re just going to have to trust me… can you do that?”
It’s inexplicable how easily you go with what he requests of you. You, famously stubborn, are now at the mercy of Dr. Brook. How the tables have turned.
At the second nod of your head, Brook takes this as a sign to keep going. He doesn’t even bother to play with the neckline of your blouse anymore, he simply curls his fingers below the bottom hem to begin pulling it upwards and away from your torso. You lift your arms to assist him in undressing you, still in disbelief at where you’ve found yourself.
All you can say is, it could be a whole lot damn worse.
It’s not like Brook hasn’t seen tits before. They’re a natural part of the female (at birth) body, and it’s his job to work with them when necessary. He is incredibly mature when it comes down to it.
But there’s just something about yours. Perhaps it’s how you’ve enchanted him in ways he didn’t deem possible anymore, or the fact that you are willingly allowing him to divulge in this part of you, that changes things. All he knows is that by every second of every day, you manage to get him wrapped even more around that pretty finger of yours. And that’s all he could ask for.
The feeling of his cold skeletal fingers grasping your tits is like the feeling of the chilly diaphragm against your chest… times five, actually. Every finger that traces across your warm skin is an added factor. Soon enough, you’re lost in the way he kneads and massages your breast, even lightly squeezing your sensitive nipples. You can’t help yourself as your back begins to arch away from the medical examination table and towards Brook. You occasionally suck in air and whimper, overcome with just how good he is. You should’ve expected this— he’s a goddamn doctor. He probably knows the human body better than anyone else on this ship.
As if on cue, you feel his fingertips begin to trail down from your chest and to your abdomen. You glance at his trailing hand as he reaches near the bottom of your stomach, then suddenly let out a loud whine when he presses against it. You’re soaking wet at this point, and his pressure definitely doesn’t help to subdue the throbbing sensation between your legs. If anything, it encourages it.
“My, what a reaction! Someone seems awfully eager today…” Brook teases. You can’t help but groan through your arousal.
“Eager doesn’t begin to describe it,” you manage to grumble, chest heaving up and down.
A low chuckle escapes from Brook before he continues placing pressure upon your lower stomach. He continues to take his time riling you up, slowly pulling down your bottoms to give him access to the panties underneath. Surprisingly, you hear Brook let out an almost pathetic gasp at the sight. You laugh.
“I know you like panties and everything… but that much?” You can’t help but tease him in return.
Immediately, he replies with, “But these are yours. And that makes it mean so much more in countless ways I simply don’t have time to list.”
You feel your heart skip a beat. He can be so naturally poetic… then, suddenly, you watch him lean in towards your panties. At first, you think he’s sniffing them, but then you realize…
“Wh— wait, what are you do—”
You watch in astonishment as he carefully— erotically— takes the upper hem with his teeth, pulling them down with precision and dedication.
Oh yeah, you’re done for. You mentally accept this fact while your jaw drops ever so slightly, leaving your mouth agape with raw desire. With the help of his own fingers, he manages to drag your panties to your thighs. There’s no time to pull them all the way down to your knees— he needs you now.
Like a light mist, Brook begins by slowly testing the waters. He softly begins to enter your folds, sliding up and down, keeping his careful attention upon your expression to see what elicits the most pleasure from you. He decides to take your desperate, aroused huffs as a sign to continue.
Steady rainfall. Upon entering you fully with his fingers, your warmth seems to welcome him— hot, wet pressure against long, cold firmness. Shit, the look on your face right now. Even more beautiful are your moans and soft grunts. You can sense the tension beginning to build, begging to be released. Finally, Brook decides to rub against your clit. A jolt can be felt traveling across your body the second he applies pressure upon the sensitive nerve ending, causing you to helplessly yelp at the sensation.
Similar to a thunderstorm, your energy is reaching its stimulatory climax. Brook keeps adjusting the angle of his fingers until he finds the spot that makes you moan his name like no tomorrow. Fuck it if others hear— they’ll at least know it’s him that’s making you feel this way.
Lightning. You feel your nerves start to tense up around his fingers, resulting in you letting yourself go. You lose track of your senses, along with all control you had up until this point. Everything that Brook has built up to this point comes to an all time high. And even though he is enamoured by the way you have looked at every stage, there is just something about your face that stirs his soul when you come down from your high.
The calm after the storm… you still feel convulsions from Brook’s steady work, but it’s also as if every worry you had prior to this moment has dissolved away.
“You do this with all your patients?” You can’t help but teasingly ask as Brook slides your panties back up. He chuckles.
“Only to the ones that have captured my undead heart.”
A/N: The concept of Brook being a doctor is an OSHA violation in of itself. So naturally I had to write smut about it
P.S: @m0ckinghalcyons reblog of @eiilese post on Doctor Brook gave me the motivation to write again 👽 credits to @cursed-carmine for the dividers! If anyone knows the credits for the Brook art, please let me know! I found it on Pinterest without credits 🥀 thank you for reading!
