Doctor's orders
Roger x Reader
What's up guys, I don't usually write so if y'all think this is bad I'll just stick to thirstposting and never pick up a pencil again, but I wanted to take a stab at a Roger x Reader fic bc there's a Roger thirst shortage and I can't find any that I haven't alr read on here so i decided to take things into my own hands. lmk if you like!
Context: So Alfons had like some "special chocolates" or smth for his weird freaky shit but your big back ass got into w/o realizing until he told you, so you started freaking out trynna figure out what to do (cuz you kinda ate like a lot) so who better to help you than a doctor!
Also Roger's study is in like a basement idk why that's where it is in my head.
As you creep down old creaking stairs making your way into his workspace, you're met with a maze composed of shelves filled to the brim with books and binders containing folders and files no normal person can make sense of. As you quietly stroll through attempting to make your way to the doctor you feel the pit in your stomach begin to churn more and more with every step you take. Embarrassment began to snake up your neck bringing with it a heat nearly searing the ends of your ears and cheeks. Am I really gonna face Roger in this state, and let alone ask him to help? You think to yourself as you make your way towards a clearing.
The tightly wound corridors of wood, leather, and paper began to part making way for a vast canny of loose sheets marked with unintelligible scribbles sprawled across the floor and a desk placed in the center. Behind it sat the doctor. Locks of deep sienna peeking from behind a large flask were what caught your attention first. You tip toe a few steps closer, sneaking towards him. Why? You had no idea, it's not like he was gonna bite your head off or anything but something in you urged your body to still and approach cautiously. You didn't want to disturb him this trance-like focus he was in. You panned down his face trailing his features with your eyes. It's as if they led you, down a deep river cutting between his furrowed brows, to a steep waterfall cascading down his nose crashing through the slight slope of his lips. His lips. You parted yours ever so slightly almost mocking the expression you longed to see him make. Perhaps enhancing the mental image of how it would look, or feel to have Roger's lips meet yours. Just then that familiar heat you felt before grew more intense. This wasn't embarrassment, it was need.
You had nearly forgotten you had eaten that weird chocolate and that was the whole reason you were here. Yeah, the aphrodisiac that's right. That's why you're feeling like this. It's merely a physical reaction to something you had taken, you would never look at Roger that way otherwise. I mea- "How long do you plan to keep standing there like a deer in headlights." His voice felt like it slammed into your body as it broke the silence. "I'm not I just didn't want to startle you." He lifted a brow refusing to look away from his studies. "Startle me?" He said in a questioning manner. It didn't come off as sarcastic, it's as if he were genuinely curious as to why you were worried about starting him. "Oh, right. You probably heard me come in didn't you?" "Yes." He stated flatly, still immersed in whatever chemical concoction he was creating. "As well as you stammerin around upstairs muttering about what you're gonna do when this kicks in." "When what kicks in?!" You frantically sputter out wondering what all he heard. "You tell me. I only tuned in when I heard you running around stomping all over the place. What's goin on? And what led ya down here little lady?" "I. I need your help... with, something." You bashfully admit. "I'd love to help ya out but as you can see I've got my hands full right now. Unless it's urgent and you've got some type of ailment I'm afrai-" "IT IS, an ailment." You blurt out as if trying to verbally catch the opportunity you felt was slipping through your fingers. Only then do the doctor's hands still as he turns his head to look at you.
Deep pools of honey-drenched amber eyes turned up to meet you. "Oh?" He says, slightly taken back by your forthrightness. "And what would that be?" You break eye contact looking downwards toward your side. "I have an ache." You whisper. Just then those amber eyes darkened in the shadows cast by his lowering lids. And like a shadow the faintest smirk began to spread slowly across his face, which you would've noticed if you weren't cowardly evading having to look at him . "I didn't quite catch that. If you're gonna keep whispering you should at least come closer so I can hear you." You obliged, as if all logic went out the window you walked towards his desk bracing your hands against the wood and timidly leading into his shoulder. Once again you whispered "I have an ache." Roger looks down as if savoring every shrilled husk of a word that seeped from between your lips. Each one felt like a confession, an invitation luring him to give in and act on every impulse he had had and thought of since first seeing you. "An ache you say?" You nod nesting his arm against you and resting your head against his shoulder. He lowers his voice still looking down now evading your eye contact, he turns his head slightly in your direction. "Can you show me where it is?"
You slide your hand down his arm to meet his, gliding your hand over his own. Hot fingertips send tiny streams of nearly agonizing pleasure up his arm. Shooting through his veins like some kind of drug. "Is this what ecstasy feels like?" He wondered. As if going through his arteries your touch reached his heart, where it began to beat. Louder and harder than it has in a long time, as if you're breathing new life into him. All Roger could feel and hear in that moment was the sound of his own heart pumping, pumping blood straight down to the ever growing ache of his own. Then he felt his hand begin to move. You picked it up off his desk and began to slowly run it down your body, all the way down till you gently pushed his fingers against the heat between your thighs. "Right here doctor."
The End. Idk use ur imagination ig.
