warnings: would consider this DDDNE for the absolute batshit content of this maybe cause its just weird and taboo, doctor malpractice by the most insane means, fingering, age gap, cnc sorta, modern day anakin
because i see it as DDDNE, i am not applying tag list to this!!
doctor!anakin x young reader (20's)
tapping your foot was a bad habit, your mom always said. you were doing it now, at the doctors. you didn't feel like getting an ultrasound for whatever you had wrong, for multiple reasons. one being you had never had anything inserted... down there... before. sure a tampon, but you didn't think that amounted. maybe you were being unreasonable and you wouldn't have to get an ultrasound- but your recent internet search told you that was the most likely case.
you barely hear your name being called, but you become alert enough to follow the nurse back. you explain these bullshit symptoms you're having, some unrelenting lower abdominal pain, and she nods, does some blood pressure and temperature checks, before telling you the doctor will be right in. you wonder if she's gonna be mean like the old lady you had the one time. she really didn't want to deal with your strep throat. you make a face thinking about it.
the door opens and you prepare yourself for another round of old woman hell, but instead its.... a man?
a man. it's a man. a man is allowed to do this? you bite your lip. a sexy man, at that. you don't know where to look. him? the wall? gee, the cottonballs are sure interesting now.
"hey," he says, pulling out a small stool with wheels and sitting on it in front of you. "i'm anakin. i'm your doctor today. heard you've been havin' some abdominal pain?"
you somehow find words to respond. "um, yeah. my right side." you point lamely. he nods, jotting something down.
"how long has it been going on?"
"er, a few days. it comes and goes every few months. it's especially bad this month."
more writing. then, he stands, coming towards you, standing in front of you. "i'm just gonna feel around, m'kay?"
technically, that's more than fine as you stared at him. his touseled blonde hair and blue eyes were stunning.
"lay back for me." you do, and he presses a hand on your abdomen. "does this hurt?"
you inhale sharply. "no." because it doesn't. but his hand is so large, the pressure of his hand on your abdoment presses into your lower stomach, towards your core. you suck in your cheeks, trying to think of anything else but where this mans hands are. he watches you, studying your reaction.
"i might need to do a transvaginal ultrasound."
you grit your teeth. "i don't think... i don't know if it'll work." the internet said it would be fine, actually. but you would rather not go through this in front of a man.
he squints at you. "why would that be?"
anakin hums, his eyes narrowing. "i see."
the way he's looking at you makes your thighs clench. you're not sure what it means, why it's working you up so much.
"well, i have to do my job, and we have to relieve that pain somehow." he says, snapping on a glove. you nod dumbly, not entirely sure what he means.
"lay back again for me." you oblige, the sheet they call a 'robe' of sorts barely covering you at this point. you feel air, a breeze, brush over your now exposed pussy. you gasp and look down. he doesn't look at you, just presses his finger against your entrance.
"doctor..." you begin, not knowing what exactly to say.
"just taking a different route of examination." his finger pushes inside you, causing you to cry out.
"so wet." he mutters. you feel him press another finger in, pressure building, something you've never experienced before. the sharp pain of intrusion is short lived before his fingers curl into you and it starts to become waves of pleasure, something you find yourself in a torture chamber deciding whether this was wrong or not.
his voice of silk from the end of the table, "how's this feeling?"
you cough. "oh, um, it's good." because what else do you say? don't stop? or please stop? you're my doctor?
he makes an unidentifiable noise before his thumb presses against your clit, another finger sliding in. your back arches off the table unintentionally, but you can't help it.
"good. good girl." faster. curled upwards. you're seeing stars at this point, the feeling is crawling from your core through your abdomen and down your legs, causing you to plant your feet on the table for some stability before you let go. you aren't even fully aware of how your mind numbed itself, what you were allowing until you released yourself around his fingers. you sit back, eyes wide.
"wonderful." he stands, peeling off the latex glove, and nodding at you. "think that pain should subside. if not, you're always welcome back for another checkin. it may take something else."
you're entirely sure your jaw has never dropped further.
