Janoskians & Bieber Imagines

Doctor Bieber

You sit patiently in the waiting room, silently ready for the nurse to call your name. You look around at everyone & there were kids running around everywhere.

"Y\N" The nurse called.

You smile & walk past everyone to go back. The nurse smiles and asks how your doing. You say you're doing good. You step onto the scale and your nurse weighs you.

"Hmm 110. Very little." The nurse comments.

You chuckle & step off the scale. When you walk inside the room, its the same as it always is. The wallpaper is still the little puppies dancing. The posters of health issues & how to notice them. Everything was the same.

"Just wait here and the doctor should be in here soon." She smiles then exits the room.

You sit alone in the silence for about ten minutes. The doctor comes in & you're immediately dazed by him. At first he doesn't look up, but once he does you look straight into his eyes.

His hair was a dirty blonde that was styled in a quiff. His eyes were beautiful & very hazel. He was wearing some Kakis, but they were hanging low, and his doctors coat was covering up his tattoo sleeve. Just barely. Then his square framed glasses are absolutely adorable on him.

"So what's wrong with you today?" He asked.

"I'm having trouble breathing." You answer.

He rubs his chin.

"Can I take a look?" He asks, pointing towards the stethoscope & my chest.

You nod. He comes over hesitantly and presses his stethoscope against the top of your breast, covering your heart. He glances up at you then back down.

"How old are you, Y\N?" Dr.Bieber asked.

"Eighteen & finally out of high school."

"I'm Twenty-Three. When did you graduate??"

"A few months ago, in May."

He wrapped the stethoscope around his neck. Then he rolled up his coat sleeves, showing tattoos on his arms. You try to hold back your smile, but you fail.

"Stick out your tongue." He stated.

You stick out your tongue and waited. He places a flat wooden thing on your tongue. He looks inside your mouth. Once he backed away you wanted him. No matter who he was, how old he was, You.Wanted.Him.

You slowly start to pull off his lab coat. He shudders under your touch.

"What are you doing?" He asked shakily.

"Shh." You say.

You push him against the wall. Your lips connected with his. You start to unbutton his shirt. You kiss his neck tattoo. You undo his belt and stick your hand down his trousers. You grab his length in your hand.

"You like this?" You whisper.

He slightly nodded and let out a moan.

"Good, I'll come back next week for a check up." You wink and leave him there breathless and wanting more.