#gynosexual

CONTENT: Readers first time having a gynecologist appointment and her doctor is a fraud. [tw: mdni. Imposter medical exam, dubious consent, off-screen murder, body concealment, age gap (reader is 20 and Toji is 30), power imbalance, explicit sexual content.]

The heavy metallic scent of blood was still fresh in the air, but Toji Fushiguro was a professional. He had just finished shoving the late Dr. Jiro’s body into the tall supply cabinet, wiping his blood-stained hands on a stray towel, when a sharp knock rattled the office door.

"Dr. Jiro? Your 2:00 PM appointment is here. Should I send her in?" the secretary’s voice called out.

Toji froze, his mind calculating the exits. Damn it. If he bolted now, the secretary would walk in, find the empty room, probably check the cabinet, and raise the alarm before he even cleared the parking lot. He needed a few minutes to let the building clear out.

Glancing down, he saw a pristine white lab coat hanging on the back of the door. He grabbed it, throwing it over his muscular frame. It was hilariously tight around his broad shoulders, splitting slightly at the seams of his upper back, but it would have to do. He cleared his throat, deepening his voice. "Yeah. Send her in."

When the door clicked open, Toji braced himself to play the part, expecting some sharp-eyed woman who would instantly realize he didn't know a speculum from a stethoscope.

Instead, you walked in.

You looked small, clutching your purse to your chest like a shield, your eyes wide and darting around the room nervously. You were only twenty, completely innocent, and visibly trembling.

Toji’s assassin instincts melted into pure, dark amusement. Oh, he thought, a slow, wicked smirk tugging at the corner of his lips before he quickly schooled his face into a serious expression. This is going to be easy.

"Um, Dr. Jiro?" you squeaked, looking at the towering, impossibly handsome man in front of you. He didn't really look like the picture on the clinic's website, but you were too terrified to question it. You just assumed he had spent a lot of time at the gym since that photo was taken.

"Yeah. That's me," Toji lied smoothly, leaning back against the desk and crossing his arms. The fabric of the lab coat strained against his biceps. "Take a seat. You look like you're about to faint."

"I-I'm just really nervous," you admitted, sitting on the very edge of the chair, your knuckles white as you gripped your bag. "It's my first time at the gynecologist. I don't really know what to expect."

Toji blinked. First time. A dangerous thrill shot through him. Now, Toji knew a lot of things. He knew how to take a man's life in under three seconds, and he knew exactly how to make a woman scream his name in bed. But clinical, medical knowledge of a woman's anatomy? Absolutely zero.

"Right. Well," Toji muttered, clearing his throat and grabbing a clipboard to look busy. He skimmed a random chart, pretending to read your medical history while actually just waiting for his adrenaline to settle. "First times can be... intense. But don't worry. I'll be thorough. We'll start with a full body check before we do the internal exam."

He pointed toward the examination table. "Go ahead and strip down to your underwear. Put this gown on, opening facing the front. I'll step behind the curtain for a second."

While you nervously got ready, Toji quickly scanned a colorful poster on the wall detailing a pelvic exam. Okay. Touch here, check that. Simple enough. He washed his hands thoroughly, enjoying the irony of washing away actual blood just to pretend to be a doctor, then snapped on a pair of latex gloves. He pulled the curtain back.

You were sitting on the edge of the table, clutching the flimsy paper gown shut over your chest. Your legs dangled off the side, pale and smooth.

"Alright, let's look at your reflexes and skin condition first," Toji murmured, stepping closer. His massive frame completely towered over you, casting a long shadow. He reached out, his gloved hands gently grasping your forearm. He ran his large thumb down to your wrist, feeling your pulse racing frantically. "Heart rate is high. Breathe for me, sweetheart."

He moved his hands up to your shoulders, squeezing the tense muscles. His touch was firm, possessing a strange, commanding warmth that didn't feel like a sterile doctor at all. He slid his hands down your arms, checking your skin, before moving down to your legs. He lifted one of your feet, his hands sliding up your calf and over your knee, testing the joint. Every place his warm hands pressed left your skin tingling.

"Now, relax your gown," Toji commanded softly, stepping right between your thighs as you sat on the table. "Need to do a breast exam. Check for lumps."

Your face flushed crimson. You slowly parted the gown, exposing your bare chest to him. Toji’s eyes darkened instantly, his gaze tracking over your smooth skin and the heavy rise and fall of your chest. He forced his expression to remain professional, though his primal instincts were screaming.

He flattened his large, gloved hand against your torso, tracing your ribs before moving upward. His fingers were incredibly deliberate, circling your breast with a firm, steady pressure. You let out a soft gasp as his thumb brushed over the apex, making it instantly harden under his touch.

"Everything feels normal here," Toji rumbled, his voice dropping an octave, becoming dangerously husky. "Very healthy. Go ahead and lay back now. Put your feet in the stirrups. We'll finish the check up down there."

Your breath hitched as you moved into position. You were lying down, your knees bent and resting in the stirrups, feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable.

Toji sat on the rolling stool, pushing the tray closer. When he parted the sheet, his breath caught slightly. You were young, beautiful, and completely flawless.

He leaned in, his large hands gently touching the inside of your thighs. He spread your legs a fraction wider, his eyes scanning your intimate warmth. "Still very tense. You need to relax your muscles for me."

"I-I'm trying," you whimpered, gripping the edges of the vinyl table.

"Let me help you," Toji murmured. He didn't bother using any of the cold metal instruments on the tray. He didn't know how to use them anyway, and frankly, he wanted his hands on you.

He reached for a bottle of lubricating gel, squeezing a generous amount onto his gloved fingers. The gel was cool, but as he pressed his two fingers against your opening, the contrast made you let out a soft, embarrassing gasp.

He didn't wait for an answer, slowly sliding his fingers inside you. He felt how tight you were, how incredibly warm and welcoming.

"N-no," you breathed, your hips unconsciously twitching against his touch. "It just... feels different than I thought it would. Is it supposed to feel this... deep?"

Toji chuckled darkly, a sound vibrating deep in his chest. "Yes. I need to make sure everything is functioning perfectly."

He began to move his fingers in a slow, rhythmic stroke. He knew exactly how to pleasure a woman, and right now, he was using all that expertise under the guise of a routine exam. He angled his fingers upward, finding a very specific, sensitive spot inside you and pressing firmly.

You let out a loud gasp, your toes curling in the stirrups. "Oh!"

"Everything okay?" Toji asked, a wicked smirk playing on his lips as he watched your face flush crimson.

"Yes, it's just... a very strange sensation," you whispered, completely dazed.

"It's just standard procedure," Toji lied smoothly, his thumb subtly slipping forward to rub against your clitoris through the latex while his fingers continued to stroke inside you. "Tell me if the pressure is too much."

"Ah... no, it's... it's fine," you gasped, arching your back slightly off the table. Your hands gripped the vinyl so hard your knuckles turned white. It felt incredibly scandalous, yet so intensely good that you couldn't find it in yourself to tell him to stop. You genuinely thought this was how a premier doctor conducted an exam. You loved the way his large hands dominated your body, making you feel completely consumed.

Toji watched your face, watching your lips part and your eyes flutter shut. He increased the speed of his fingers, feeling you begin to slick up, your inner muscles clamping tightly around his fingers, begging for release. He slid a third finger inside, stretching you gently, eliciting a needy whine from your lips.

He kept up the relentless, heavy rhythm, his thumb putting just enough pressure on your sweet spot until you couldn't hold it back anymore. With a loud, breathless cry, your hips shuddered against his hand, your walls rippling around his fingers in a powerful, shattering orgasm right there on the table.

Toji let you ride out the waves, a look of pure, dominant satisfaction on his face. He slowly slid his fingers out of you with a wet, deliberate slowness, snapping his gloves off and tossing them into the bin.

"Alright. Exam's over," Toji said, wiping his hands on a towel and offering you a smirk that was entirely too wicked for a medical practitioner. "You're perfectly healthy. In fact, I think we should do a follow-up appointment. Very soon. My private office, perhaps?"

You blushed furiously, your chest still heaving as you pulled the gown down to cover yourself. Your body was tingling, completely undone by the experience. "Y-yes, Dr. Jiro. Thank you."

Merry evil lesbians takeover month 🥳🥳🥳

Never make me do seven characters in one piece (hehe) again

Ok this was still rlly fun to make tho lol

All the pride headcanons in the image are listed below:

marshmallow trans

marshmallow pan

spumoni gynosexual

creamsicle maverique

Now they’re trying to erase those people from the record… like they never counted.

Not on my watch.

They’re trying to erase you from history.

But I see you. And I will fight for you.