*i found this on tumblr*
Warnings: Smut, Public Sex
Words: 2k
I tapped my feet on floor as I waited for my turn in the gynecologist’s office. The sharp sounds of my shoes hitting the cold marble below me was the only thing that prevented me from sprinting to the exit. Trips to the gynecologist were many things, enjoyable was not one of them.
“Excuse me, Miss?” An old pleasant looking woman with gray hair at the roots called out. “Your old doctor retired last week, we have Dr. Simpson filling in to take her place. He will be with you shortly.” She said as she politely closed the door behind her.
‘He?’
Great. That’s just great. A male gyno? Surely there had to be a rule against this, this man literally gets paid to examine vaginas.
She instructed me to get dressed in a thin paper gown and lay down on the black recliner chair while she left to fetch the doctor. I observed the white walls around me as I laid back, twiddling my thumbs while I anxiously waited to have my vagina looked at by probably an 70 year old man.
Just as I was about to be consumed by the thoughts of stinky old doctors, the door opened to reveal a lean man with a neat disarray of chocolate curls on his head. He was young, as if he came fresh out of med school.
“Hello, you must be Y/N? I’m Dr. Simpson, but you can call me Brad.”
His brown eyes looked up from his clipboard to meet mine. Fuck, he was attractive. I let out a rush breathe when he smiled down at me and the hot sensation ran down to my legs made me nervous.
‘No. No, not right now. Oh please no.’ I panicked.
“According to your file, you’ve had your speculum exam and pap smear done already?” He asked while putting on his latex gloves.
I nodded and tried to pry my eyes away from his gaze as he examined me carefully. I tried to distract myself with other things in the room to avoid myself from getting aroused. He looked so hot in his white coat and the fact that he spoke in a low and suggestive tone was not helping.
“Right, so we’ll be doing the bimanual exam today.” He sat down on a stool at my feet and placed his hands on my thighs. “Open up please.”
I spread my legs for him nervously as the wetness which collected between my legs was probably obvious for him to see right now. He bent his head down closely to my folds where I could feel his warm breathe fanning against me.
I tried to keep myself from coming right then and there so I gripped the sides of the chair to put the tension somewhere else in my body.
Dr. Simpson must have noticed my movements as he shifted his gaze from my vagina to my eyes and gave me a small smirk. I felt his fingers press against my folds and tap against it gently before he informed me that he was going to start.
I felt two of his fingers slide inside me easily due to my wetness and my eyes rolled back. ‘He’s your doctor Y/N, get a hold of yourself.’ His fingers began to feel around inside me while his other hand rested on top of my lower stomach. I could feel him exploring and curling his fingers in places experimentally which caused an even greater sensation to crash down on me.
I used my efforts to keep my breathing controlled and bit my lip to stop myself from moaning. But when his fingers curled up to reach a certain spot, I couldn’t help myself from letting a high pitched mewl leave my mouth.
