doctor!shoko ieiri and nurse!suguru geto think you need another check up ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
they're sooo worried about your health!
cw: mdni, fem!suguru, this is bordeline harassment, fingering, nipple play, art by Dio_saurr
Every time you visit them, you always think the same thing: they are so unprofessional. Not only does the nurse wear the world’s shorter skirt and deepest neckline, but the last time you had an appointment because of your terrible backache, their diagnosis was that you should touch yourself more, and even invest on some sexual toys.
When you received a call that your check up that you had scheduled six months later was moved up to next week, you knew something was up. You could’ve cancelled the appointment, but a part of you was also curious about what crazy thing they will do this time.
Suguru opened the door of the doctor’s office, her usual, borderline-pornographic outfit on. You look her up and down, her thick thighs and hips straining the fabric as well as the buttons on her shirt about to snap.
“Hi, darling, how are you feeling?” she asked, taking your bag and coat away from you. She kept her hand on the small of your back, guiding you to the exam table. “You can get naked and Doctor Ieiri will arrive shortly.”
“G-Get naked?” you repeated, looking at her a little terrified.
“Well, obviously, dear. It’s a check up!”she said, voice soft like she was explaining something obvious to a shy little patient. “How else are we supposed to give you a proper examination?”
Your heart hammered while you peeled off your clothes under her gaze. “O-okay… if it’s really necessary,” you mumbled, voice shaky as you folded everything neatly.
Suguru didn’t even pretend to look away. She leaned against the counter, thick thighs pressed together, the short skirt riding up so high you could almost see the curve where her ass met her legs. Every time you hesitated, she hummed softly, encouraging you.
“Such a pretty patient.”
By the time you were completely bare, sitting on the edge of the exam table with your arms awkwardly crossed over your chest, the door opened and Doctor Ieiri stepped in. Shoko’s white coat was barely buttoned, the deep V of her cleavage on full display, black lace bra peeking out like it was part of the uniform. Her hair was messy in an effortlessly hot way, and the smirk she gave you made your stomach flip.
“Oh good, you’re already undressed,” Shoko said as she walked over. “I hate wasting time. How’s my favorite girl been?”
“I-I’ve been okay, Doctor,” you whispered, trying not to squirm too much under their stares. Suguru moved behind you first, warm hands sliding over your shoulders, thumbs pressing into the tight muscles there. “Still carrying all that tension in your back, hm? Poor thing. We told you what would help last time.”
Shoko stepped between your parted knees, gloved fingers already tracing lightly down your arms, then up your sides. Her touch was clinical at first, but the way she squeezed your waist, letting her thumbs brush just under your breasts, felt anything but.
“Have you been touching yourself like we recommended?” Shoko asked casually, eyes locked on yours while her hands roamed higher, cupping your breasts and giving them a thorough squeeze. “Be honest, sweetheart. We need to know if you’ve been following doctor’s orders.”
Your breath hitched as you nodded quickly. “Y-yes… almost every night.”
Suguru’s hands drifted lower, massaging your lower back before sliding around to your hips. Her breath was warm against your ear. “We worry about you when you don’t listen. A healthy pussy needs regular attention, you know. Orgasms help with everything; stress, sleep, even that stubborn back pain.”
“I know, Nurse Suguru,” you breathed out, voice soft and embarrassed. “I’ve been trying.”
Shoko’s fingers teased your nipples until they hardened under her touch, rolling them gently while she watched your face. “Mmm, responsive as always. Good girl. Now tell Nurse Suguru the truth. Have you been playing with this pretty cunt? Or have you been a naughty patient who needs us to demonstrate again?”
“I… I have been,” you admitted, cheeks flaming hotter. “But sometimes I don’t know if I’m doing it right.”
Suguru’s hand slipped down to your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh as she spread your legs a little wider on the table. “We can check everything today. You’ll let us, won’t you? You’ve been such a perfect patient so far.”
“Yes… you can check,” you whispered, already so wet from their touches and words. The heat between your legs was unbearable.
Shoko leaned in closer, lips brushing your collarbone as she said, “Show us how you usually touch yourself, baby. We want to make sure you’re doing it right. And if you’re not, well, we’ll have to correct you.”
You hesitated for a second, then slowly reached down, sliding your fingers between your slick folds with a shaky little moan. “Like this… I ah usually rub my clit in circles when I get really worked up.”
Suguru chuckled softly, her fingers tracing teasing circles on the inside of your thigh, inching closer but never quite there. “Don’t be shy now. We’re professionals. Just spread those legs a little more for us and show Doctor Ieiri exactly how you make yourself cum. We’ll watch very closely.”
You spread your legs wider like they wanted, cheeks burning as you started circling your swollen clit with shaky fingers. Both of them watched so intently it made your whole body flush hotter. A needy whine slipped out before you could stop it.
“That's my good girl,” Suguru praised, she leaned in closer, one hand still on your thigh. “A little faster, darling, you don’t have to be so gentle with it.”
You moaned softly, fingers moving quicker under her guidance, hips twitching a little. “It feels– ngh… so much better when you’re both watching,” you admitted, voice turning whiny as the pleasure built fast. Your pussy was soaked, slick sounds filling the room while Shoko’s eyes stayed glued between your legs.
“Such a pretty cunt,” Shoko said, licking her lips. “Keep going, baby. Show us how desperate you can get.”
You got louder, needier, little gasps and whimpers falling from your mouth as you rubbed tighter circles. “Please… I’m getting mmph– close already.”
Suguru smiled, her fingers stroking your inner thigh encouragingly. “Don’t hold back. Let us hear those cute noises.”
Right when you were right on the edge, thighs trembling and breaths coming in short desperate pants, Shoko’s hand suddenly caught your wrist, pulling your fingers away. You let out a frustrated whine, hips bucking into nothing.
“No, no, not yet,” she said calmly, though her smirk was pure teasing. “We can’t let you cum that easily, sweetheart.”
You squirmed on the table, so close it hurt, pussy throbbing and aching for release. “Doctor… please, I was so close,” you whimpered.
Shoko tilted her head, still holding your wrist while Suguru’s hand stayed teasingly close to where you needed it. “If you want to cum today, you’re going to have to ask us nicely.”
You bit your lip, face burning with humiliation and heat as you looked between them. “Please… I need your help. My pussy’s aching so bad. Can you please touch me and make me cum? I’ll be so good for you both, just… please don’t leave me like this.”
Suguru hummed approvingly, her fingers finally brushing against your slick folds. “See? Wasn’t that easy, darling? Now let’s take really good care of you.”
Suguru’s fingers didn’t waste any time. She slid two thick digits right into your dripping pussy while Shoko moved in closer, taking over your tits with both hands. You moaned loud, back arching as Suguru started pumping slowly, curling her fingers just right against that spot inside you.
“Oh fuck… Nurse Suguru,” you whimpered, legs shaking already.
“That’s it, darling. So tight and wet for us,” Suguru cooed, leaning down to suck one of your nipples into her hot mouth while her thumb found your clit and rubbed firm circles. Shoko pinched and rolled your other nipple, squeezing your breasts like she owned them.
Shoko smirked against your skin. “Listen to how sloppy your pussy sounds. You really did miss us, huh?”
You could only nod frantically, hips grinding down on Suguru’s fingers as they fucked you faster. “Yes… I need it so bad. Please don’t stop, I’m gonna—ahh!”
Suguru switched to three fingers, stretching you open while her thumb kept working your swollen clit in messy strokes. Shoko bit down lightly on your nipple, then soothed it with her tongue, her hands groping and kneading your tits the whole time.
“Come on, baby,” Shoko whispered. “Cum hard for us. Make a mess all over Nurse Suguru’s hand like a good girl.”
The pressure built so fast it made your head spin. You got whinier, desperate little cries spilling out as your thighs clamped around Suguru’s wrist. “I’m cumming— fuck, I’m cumming ahh!”
Your whole body tensed up, pussy clenching tight around Suguru’s fingers as you came with a broken moan. Slick gushed out around her hand, dripping down your thighs and onto the exam table while they kept touching you through it. Suguru didn’t slow down, fucking you through every wave until you were shaking and oversensitive, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from how intense it felt.
Shoko kissed your neck softly, still playing with your tits. “Good girl. Such a pretty orgasm.”
You panted heavily, still twitching from the aftershocks. “T-Thank you… that felt so good,” you whispered, fucked out already. Suguru pulled her fingers out slowly, showing you how shiny and wet they were before licking them clean with a filthy little smile.
“See? Told you regular check-ups are important,” Suguru said sweetly, her hand going back to rub your sensitive clit lightly. “Now breathe for us, darling. We still have to make sure you cum even harder next time.”
imagine homoerotic friendship w suguru and you both grew up in a small town and you both grew up convinced you were straight and you’d both gossip about boys whenever you’d have sleepovers and as you’ve gotten older, you have gotten so incredibly close that you’ve seen each other naked and even helped each other practice kissing but when you’re in college, the local uni, that’s when suguru begins to entertain the attention she gets from boys.
suguru is stupidly gorgeous and smart and skilled. she has been all her life. and all your life, people have wondered why she’s friends with you. now don’t get it wrong! you’re hot too! but suguru is the type of beauty that make people buy her things and do anything for her. you are mostly nonchalant, nice, quiet, ambitious, and always focused in school or work. suguru is beautiful, a dancer, a model, well read, loves to do extracurriculars, can cook well, and is known by many. she cares a lot.
hence why, one night, while staying over at your dorm, she’s trying to study but she spills on what’s bothering her. this boy she’s seeing. he wants to make out and do stuff. of course, you worry about whether she isnt pressured to do it if she doesn’t want to, but on the outside, you ask why exactly she’s stressed.
suguru turns more towards you, pouting in her bunny tongue tinged lips. she’s wearing an oversized black shirt, hanging off one shoulder, revealing the lacy straps of her bra. she’s wearing the tiniest pink shorts, revealing the expanse of her legs. you wonder why you’re so drawn to her legs, her tummy when her shirt rides up, her tits when she doesn’t wear a bra; when her bra is too small; etc. her raven black hair is tied up in a bun with a pen.
“well…” she confesses in her milk and honeyed tone. “i haven’t… practiced outside of… us.”
that surprises you since she gets asked out at least once a day. nonetheless, seeing as she’s strung up, you offer to help her. you know she wants to study and ace her test, but it’s hard for her to focus when something weighs on her.
“we can practice. this time, you can try taking the lead. we’ll role play,” you offer, turning towards her. “it’s been a while since we practiced, anyway. gotta jog your memory.”
you have to pretend your heart rate doesn’t spike when she looks up at you with her devilishly sweet and angelic eyes. her whole existence is a contradiction. it feels like she’s constantly trying to seduce anyone she’s talking to.
“really?” she asks. “you’d do that for me?”
“of course,” you smile, pushing your rolling desk away from the both of you. you sit back against your headboard, beckoning her with a hand. “okay. i assume he wants to kiss you in his car or…?”
“he invited me to his house,” your heart squeezes painfully for a second at that.
“okay, so… let’s pretend i’m him. i know he’ll want to take control. all boys do that, but you’re not just any girl. you’re suguru geto. you set the pace, alright?”
she nods, smiling warmly at you. you clear your throat, pushing the folded sleeves of your flannel up your arms.
fuck, why isn’t she wearing a bra right now?
“so… i’m going to come at you, okay. coach me please,” you nod along to her words. she smells like sweet florals, juicy and tasty in every way. you know she is, too. one time, you gave her a hickey because she asked. her skin tasted like candy. you wondered if she was as sweet everywhere.
suguru scoots to you, getting up on her knees, coming besides you. her hand comes on your thigh, testing the waters, before rubbing softly. closer… she leans forward now, other hand now leaning on your shoulder, which slides down your chest, just above your tits. she seems hesitant and you nod encouragingly before she settles on you, lips sealing gently. it’s sweet, brief takes that she gives, like she’s holding back.
“don’t be shy,” you whisper, and she snickers against your lips before putting a little more weight in the exchange, taking longer in pulling away. your hands find her waist, and she gasps in your mouth.
“let’s try something,” you whisper, your hand on her chin. she nods. you lean in and reach for her bottom lip with your teeth, making her whine. you pull just a little, and she keens a little more, her thigh slotting between yours a bit more. you yank once or twice before kissing back. it’s reciprocated.
“can you touch me?” she exhales with a shudder.
“how-“ she guides your hands to her chest. suguru arches her back a bit, goosebumps spreading on her flesh.
you squeeze her tits, thumbs rubbing the hard beads of her nipples through her black shirt and thin bralette. you can’t help but imagine how she’d look under you, pliant and waiting.
“do you want to try marking me?” you shakily ask, groping her while she all but vibrates with arousal.
suguru nods. “please,”
suguru lowers her lips, trailing from your jaw, down your throat, her hand now on the juncture between your thigh and hip. she starts with licking your skin, swiping her tongue and moaning while she does so. she spreads open mouth kisses on your throat, sucking at the skin, sinking her teeth. you whine out loud and she does the same. its bad enough when you feel her damp warmth at your knee. she’s wet.
suguru pulls off your skin, examining her work, but pouts when she does so. “not dark enough,” she comments on the mark.
“keep trying,” your hand rests on her ass, fingers on her waist encouragingly. “you’re doing good. no complaints here, ruru.”
she grins at your nickname for her.
“okay,” suguru continues. all you do is get wet and feel her chest through her clothes. suguru’s tits are big, enough so that they don’t fit in your hands. you squeeze and knead at her while her hands rub your thighs, thumbs running along the inside.
“you’re good at this,” you pant out. “you sure you need my help?” your head spins a little. her scent, her voice, her touch all add to the flame building in the pit of your belly.
minutes go by with her leaving marks down your neck before she gets a little bold, pulling off you and looking at you.
“hey,” she whispers, and you nod, trying to ignore the heat of her body on yours.
“thank you for helping me… i feel a little more relaxed about it now. he probably won’t smell as good as you do,” she says, making you two giggle. “but… i want to return the favor…”
her fingers find your waistband, just resting.
“suguru…?” you blink, trying to recompose yourself.
“i want to…” she murmurs.
“no, you can’t…” her heart breaks a little behind her eyes. those dark orchid eyes of hers.
silence passes for a split second.
“you’ve done enough for me… um, i kind of want to do it to you…” she blinks at you in awe, batting her dark eyelashes. “or is that too much?”
your face gets hot despite the situation you’re in. her cheeks grow red with blush, cheeks dusting, too, matching her rubbed off lip gloss.
“no, it’s not too much…” she smiles shyly but she flashes you that look, the kind that makes you think you’re being seduced. “besides… if someone is going to be down there first, i would rather it be with you, someone i trust,”
suguru leans in, her nose brushing against yours.
“my best friend.” her affection resides in her words but it manages to make your stomach flop a little. you smile tightly and bump your nose against hers.
“yeah. me too,” you whisper. suguru grins and moves to lie down beside you, eager. you wonder if she’ll ever know just how much you adore her the way a husband loves his wife, but that’s probably not the way it goes in her head. you shake your head with a little laugh and commence your first taste at the sweetest meal of your life.
Femguru with the strap pegging satoru and she's positive it'll catch this time and he'll get all swollen and big. They are celebrating the positive pregnancy test from that morning
