In My Hands 🩺 Dark!Doctor!Steve x Reader
18+
Welcome to the KinanaBinks General Hospital. Doctor Rogers is waiting to give you the results of your annual check-up in his clinic. Go on in whenever you're ready - oh, and try your best to relax.
request: okay but dark!doctor! steve convincing y/n she has an illness just so he gets to see her more lmao [anon]
Content Warning: dark!doctor!steve x fem!reader, mature themes, abuse of power, watch me struggle to make up medical bullshit, smut (dub!con, fingering, choking, dirty talk, one little face slap, forced orgasm)
He's almost disappointed when he looks over your lab results and sees that there's absolutely nothing medically wrong with you. That means his chances of seeing you again are slim to none. He can't have that. He won't.
"Well?" You ask him nervously, playing with the hem of your dress. "Is everything okay, Doctor?"
This is your first visit to the hospital in a long time. In fact, you don't think you've seen the inside of a medical building since you moved to New York just over a year ago. All your life, you've been relatively lucky in terms of your physical health and wellbeing, but the way Doctor Rogers is frowning makes you wonder whether that luck has run out.
"No," He utters, thinking on his feet. "Unfortunately, Miss Y/N, I can see some hormonal imbalances in your blood work."
His words confuse you. "Oh?" You ask, tilting your head. "But I feel fine. I have no symptoms or anything."
Steve pushes himself off the desk, leaving behind the lab results before walking over to where you're sitting on the bed. A small, polite smile grows on his lips. "The issues that this specific imbalance causes are insidious, and undetectable. But they can cause you problems in the future if they're not treated." His hand rests on your bare knee and he gently squeezes it. "Right now, you're still young. Energetic. Flexible."
A soft laugh leaves your mouth. "I don't know about that."
He shakes his head, looking you up and down. "Oh, no. I can tell just from looking at you. You're a very healthy young woman, as long as we work on properly balancing your hormones."
"Okay," You mumble, feeling a little warm under his gaze. "Will I need medication?"
Steve swallows thickly. Fuck. He's got free reign over your body. He can prescribe you with whatever the fuck he wants to.
"Absolutely," He replies calmly, his fingers grazing higher up your leg. "I'll need to take a closer look at your blood work and consult with some of my colleagues before writing your prescription."
"Of course," You say with a nod, your skin tingling under his touch.
Steve lightly taps your thigh, purposely doing so because he knows his actions are sending soft vibrations right to your cunt. "I want you back here next week," He tells you sternly, his kind eyes darkening. "We'll have a further discussion about your medication."
"Okay," You agree, your hips bucking up slightly when he taps a little harder, making your pussy throb.
"Anything else you have concerns about?" He asks you, placing his free hand on the back of your head. From his standing position, he towers over you, his broad and tall stature almost daunting.
You shake your head, keeping your eyes on his. "I just hope the imbalance doesn't cause me any big problems, Doctor Rogers."
The way you're looking up at him combined with the way you say his name immediately makes his cock harden, and he doesn't give a fuck if you notice. What are you gonna do? Point out his boner?
"You have nothing to worry about, angel," He assures you, stroking your hair to distract you from the way his hand has completely disappeared under your dress. "You're safe in my hands."
You smile at his words, pure innocence and trust oozing from you. Steve has to hold back his groans. Fuck. He's gonna have fun with this.
It has been two months since you've been on the medication Doctor Rogers prescribed you, and you're not feeling well.
You can't pinpoint what it is.
"It doesn't just feel... medical," You tell him while he takes down notes with a concerned look. "I feel frustrated, and unsatisfied all the time. Desperate to-" You cut yourself off short, not wanting to expose your true feelings to him.
Steve stops writing and looks up at you, raising a brow. "Desperate to what, Y/N?"
The smug fucker already knows. He just wants to hear you say it.
You shake your head, your cheeks heating up. "N- nothing."
He gives you a stern look and pits down his pen before wrapping his hand around the leg of your chair and dragging you closer, causing a slight screech to sound out. "Y/N, I'm your Doctor. Please don't hold anything back. If you're having adverse side effects from the medication, I need to know exactly what they are."
You say nothing, terrified.
Steve tuts softly, cupping your cheek in his big hand. "You can trust me, Y/N. I'm here to help you, not to hurt or judge you. It is vital that you tell me all of your symptoms, so that I can help you."
You know he's right. You know you can trust him. With a deep breath, you look down, unable to meet his eyes. "I feel... desperate to orgasm."
Steve swallows, his cock pushing against his trousers. "And have you been trying to alleviate that feeling yourself?"
"Yes, many times," You admit with more comfort now that you don't sense any judgement.
He has to hold back from fucking you then and there. The image of you desperately playing with yourself, crying out with frustration, almost gives him a brain aneurysm.
"But I just can't seem to finish," You say with annoyance, tightly fisting the hem of your skirt.
"I see," Steve mutters, rubbing his mouth. "Do you perhaps have a partner you could ask for help?"
You don't. He already knows you don't. If you did, Steve would've already killed them by now.
"Not really," You admit bashfully, shrugging. "I've tried so many things. I watched porn, and bought myself some... toys... but nothing works."
He lets out a long breath, close to cumming in his pants as he imagines you fucking yourself with a dildo, rubbing your clit with a vibrator, watching filthy porn as your innocent eyes are permanently tainted.
"As your doctor, I'm obliged to help you in any way that I can," Steve prefaces, resting his hand on your leg. "If you'd like, I can do my best to help you with this symptom."
Your eyes widen slightly. "What do you mean?"
Doing his best to remain professional, he keeps his face straight and his tone curt. "I can bring you to orgasm, Y/N."
You almost choke on air at his proposition. "I- I'm not sure that that's appropriate, Doctor Rogers."
He leans forward and gives you a warm smile. "You have nothing to worry about, angel. You know you're safe in my hands. Let me help you feel better. It's my job, after all."
With a shaky breath, you nod. "Okay." Your heart is racing, but your need to cum overtakes your fear. The medication has driven you insane, and you aren't sure you can go much longer feeling so unsatisfied.
Steve stands up before taking your hand and pulling you up to your feet. He leads you over to the bed and sits you down, his eyes drinking in your body.
"Just relax for me, angel," He says, placing his hands on your knees and forcing your legs apart. He pulls you to the edge of the bed and wraps your legs around his waist. With his eyes hooked to yours, he brings his fingers to your panties, rubbing your damp pussy over the cotton.
A small feeling of dread pools in your stomach as all the kindness and friendliness slowly disappears from his face. His jaw clenches when he feels your clit throb under his fingers, and without wasting any more time, he moves your panties to the side.
The second his skin makes contact with your soaking pussy, you know it's wrong. You clamp your hand around his wrist and shake your head. "You shouldn't be doing this."
To your utter dismay, Steve glares at you and begins rubbing harsh circles onto your clit, making you cry out. "Just relax," He repeats lowly, slightly pissed off that you're being ungrateful. "You'll feel so much better once you cum."
You whimper, your body betraying you as you drown in pleasure. But you can't ignore the voice of doubt. "This is wrong," You say louder, desperately pushing on his chest but barely even moving him. "We shouldn't be-"
"Shut the fuck up," Steve growls, plunging his fingers into your soppy cunt with no warning. "You told me you're desperate to cum, like the little fucking whore I always knew you were, so now you're gonna cum for me, no matter what you say."
His dirty words make you feel lightheaded. Your head falls forward and rests against his chest as he fingers you hard and fast, the room filling with the sound of your pussy squelching around his digits. He curls them inside you, holding your head close to his body and pressing kisses to your hair.
"That's it; good girl. Nice and quiet for me," He says soothingly, stroking your hair as you let out soft whimpers. "I knew you'd be perfect. Just stay quiet and take what Doctor Rogers gives you. You know you'll feel so much better."
You can't believe how good he's making you feel. You hate that you're enjoying it this much. You're glad your face is hidden against his chest, so he can't see the pleasure on it.
"Your pussy is so wet and warm for me," He groans, going faster. "Can feel her pulsing around my fingers. Is my angel gonna cum?"
His words push you to the edge, elevating your joy as he fingers you harder. He brings his thumb up to rub against your clit, stealing your breath as your orgasm rushes to the surface.
Your cry of ecstasy is muffled against his shirt as you cum onto his fingers, your hands digging into his biceps. Steve chuckles darkly, never once slowing down.
Now incredibly sensitive, you attempt to move backwards and away from him, but his fingers stay buried in your cunt.
"Please, I can't," You cry loudly, shaking your head as tears gather in your eyes. "No more, please-"
Steve cuts you off with a harsh slap to your face, making you gasp as a tear rolls down your cheek. "Didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up?" He grunts, pummelling his fingers in and out of you harshly. "You wanted this. You wanted to cum."
Incoherent babbles are all that you can let out as he stuffs his free hand into your mouth to stop you from yelling. He doesn't need anyone to overhear what's going on, and you could fuck up his whole life if he got caught.
"My sweet girl," Steve praises you softly, contrasting to his rough treatment of your pussy. "All you gotta do is listen to what I fucking say, and I'll make you feel better than you ever have before. Happier than you've ever thought possible." He brings his face closer to yours, his eyes cold. "Just be my obedient little angel, and you can have anything you want."
You feel your second orgasm build up and your eyes roll back.
Steve pulls his fingers out of your mouth and grabs your chin. "Tell me. Say it out loud," He orders you gravely. "Tell me you'll be my good little angel forever."
Feeling weak, your voice is low. "I- I'll be your angel-"
"Say it properly," He says with a growl.
You take in a shaky breath and meet his emotionless eyes. "I'll be your good little angel forever, Doctor Rogers."
A smirk grows on his lips and he pulls up your skirt, wanting to see your pussy throbbing while you cum. He rubs his fingers over your clit hard and fast, forcing you to cum for the second time. Your legs shake and you squirt all over his forearm, making him groan.
"Fuck, angel," He whispers, resting his forehead against yours. "You did so fucking well for me. How do you feel?"
Meeting his eyes, you know you're done for. You're officially and irrevocably under his spell. "So much better," You answer weakly with a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Doctor Rogers."
"Oh, pretty baby," Steve chuckles, stroking your cheeks. "That's what I'm here for."
thank you for reading the first ever part of the kinanabinks general hospital! if you have a medical prompt for me (doesn't have to be for steve!), just send me an ask.
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p.s. this is accidentally the first ever smut i've written without using the word "moan". what an achievement.
