You've been psyching yourself up for this for weeks.

The last time you were here had been...horrible. Dry and nervous, you'd left spotting and sore, your doctor rushing through your routine with little regard for you or your comfort. You're dreading having to do this again.

What's worse, you don't find out until you're standing in the waiting room that your usual doctor is out for a family emergency.

"Dr. Jeon is filling in," the receptionist tells you. "Are you comfortable with that?"

You're not really sure you are - you've never really felt comfortable having this done by a man - but you know you need to get it over with (you've already put it off longer than you should) and so in spite of your uncertainty, you agree to see the mysterious Dr. Jeon.

Your nerves only heighten while you wait in the tiny, white room for him, palms sweaty, heart pounding in your ears. You try to avoid staring at the metal tray beside the bed, crowded with tools you're all too familiar with. It feels like you wait for hours, each minute passing slower than the last, and then he walks in. Your stomach drops.

Because Dr. Jeon is gorgeous. All broad chested and buffy arms, white coat thrown over business casual attire, a light blue collared shirt over a pair of well-pressed trousers, strong hands grip a clipboard, his gaze fixed on the files there till he looks up and meets your wide-eyed stare with a blinding half-smile.

Now your heart pangs with something else entirely, an involuntary warmth spreading between your thighs when he extends a hand out for you to shake and takes a seat on the wheeled bench before you, legs spread wide so the fabric of his trousers strains over his thighs.

Then he opens his mouth— and you're a goner.

"I'm Dr. Jeon, nice to meet you, ma'am."

Your voice shakes when you tell him your name and he repeats it back slowly, checking it against the papers in front of him, almost like he's committing it to memory. You find he's polite and patient, his voice a low drawl that makes your skin tingle while he conducts a quick questionnaire.

How are you feelingtoday?

Have you had a pap before?

When was your last period?

Are you sexually active?

And at that last one, you roll your eyes before sardonically telling him, no, openly bitter because it's been far too fucking long since you've had sex or even been touched the way you'd like to be. You're almost embarrassed at the slip of honesty, but Dr. Jeon doesn't acknowledge it beyond a small, knowing smirk, enough to make your cheeks warm and your cunt inexplicably throb.

Then he tells you to undress from the waist down and lay out the bed, adds that he'll be right back, and the nerves return tenfold. When you slip off your bottoms and find a wet spot in your underwear, you hastily fold them into a tight ball and hide them under your chair, as if he isn't going to see the evidence of your arousal in just a few moments.

Paper crinkles beneath you as you sprawl out on the bed with your knees pressed firmly together, covering your bottom half with a clean, pale pink sheet. You prop yourself up on your elbows and stare at the ceiling, your heart still racing when a knock comes at the door and Dr. Jeon slips back into the room.

All cool and calm, his demeanour does little to relax you.

"Read on your file you had a bad experience last time," he's saying as he wheels his stool to the foot of the bed and dons a pair of blue, latex gloves.

"Yeah," you tell him, voice weak.

"it’salright, I'll try and be real gentle," he assures you, readying the speculum with deft, competent fingers. You shiver at the daunting sight of it. "But it'll help f'you relax."

"Okay," you nod.

"Lie your head back."

You swallow tightly, and with some difficulty, you do.

"Come a little further down the bed."

You inhale a shaky breath, and again, do as he says.

"Feet right here," he instructs you, thick fingers grazing your ankles and guiding them to the very edge of the bed.

"Now..." he hums, moving to touch his hands to your knees. "Knees open for me."

You hold your breath as he coaxes your legs open, keeping your feet together so you're in a sort of frog position, and you suppose it's somewhat less humiliating than the stirrups but only just. Because now there's only a thin sheet of paper separating the beautiful Dr. Jeon from your exposed pussy.

You've never felt more vulnerable in your entire life.

"There we go," Dr. Jeon murmurs. "Alright so far?"

"Mhm," you lie.

"You're doinggreat, darlin'."

Darling. Darling. It does the exact opposite of relaxing you, that word, the sound of in that honey-sweet voice of his making arousal pool at your core and a burning need to trickle along your spine.

"Thank you," you find yourself saying and Dr. Jeon chuckles.

"Gonna move the sheet now," he warns you softly and you stiffen all over again, frozen, for a moment, into silence.

"Okay?" he presses you when you don't respond, prompting you to finally breathe a quiet, okay.

Cool air hits your cunt the moment he pulls the sheet up to your waistline and you squeeze your eyes shut in preparation, fearing the worst.

-

Patient experiences extreme dryness and suffers from anxiety. Previous exam led to bleeding and discomfort.

He'd heeded those warnings, read them over and over in your file, shaken his head when he'd thought of how your last doctor had failed you. Dr. Jungkook Jeon takes care with his job, Dr. Jungkook Jeon has never met a vagina he didn't respect, never met a patient he didn't long to help.

And he wants to help you. He'd been utterly charmed by your honesty, endeared by your sweet smile and kindness even through what he's sure must be crippling anxiety.

Anxiety that still seems to be plaguing you.

Poor thing, he thinks, when he sees you stiffen and squeeze your eyelids together, the evidence of your past experience written all over your weary features.

He's had patients like you before, knows there's only so much he can do when they're unable to produce vaginal lubrication. And frankly, he doesn't blame them. He knows there's nothing exciting about this procedure. He can try his very best, but sometimes the discomfort is inevitable.

Only - when he pulls back the sheet, all his prep goes out the window. Because you're not dry or tense at all.

You're wet.

More than wet, you're visibly aroused. Clitoris exposed, labia swollen and puffy, glistening with slick below the fluorescent overhead lighting. He can see the shining remnants of your arousal sticking to your inner thighs and it makes him wonder how long you've been feeling this way.

Oh, poor thing, he thinks again.

Of course, he's no stranger to this response either. Patients who seem...affected by him. That's not his ego talking either, he'd been told as much by a particularly bold patient once, though he'd ardently pushed back on the...compliment.

You know how handsome you are, don't you?

No seriously, this was easiest one of these I've ever had. That thing just...slipped right in.

He's got no way of knowing if it's him who's got you this aroused but he tries not to read into it too much; all he really cares about is doing his job, and making it as painless for you as possible.

"Still with me?" he asks.

"Yes," you whisper.

"Deep breath, darling, relax."

He waits until your chest has risen and fallen in a long breath, in and out, and only then does he begin to inch towards the apex of your thighs with the silver, metallic speculum.

"Gonna touch you now."

He doesn't miss the way your walls twitch when he says that. And as much as he tries not to read into it, he's not sure he's ever had a patient this affected by him before.

"Okay."

He carefully uses two gloved fingers to spread you open, leaving your dripping wet hole fully accessible for him to touch the end of the speculum to. You flinch.

"It’s cold, I know," he says sympathetically.

You whimper and Jungkook's shocked to find it stirs something in him, that sound. Something he immediately forces down, something very wrong, something he knows he shouldn't be feeling for a patient. He swallows hard and clears his throat, hums another sympathetic sound that seems to say, I know. I'm sorry.

"Doinggreat," he repeats. "You're gonna feel a little pressure."

"Mhm."

But your face is still screwed up with worry, teeth gnawing on your bottom lip, brows furrowed with fear. He knows you can relax more. He knows he can make it better.

"Take one more deep breath for me?" he requests and you obey without question. Inhaling deeply, the crease between your eyebrows finally smooths out. And when you begin to slowly let the air out of your lungs in a long, steady sigh, he eases the speculum inside with hardly any resistance at all.

A hiss passes through your clenched teeth at the intrusion, the muscles surrounding your - admittedly beautiful - vagina tensing around the sharp, unpleasant metal.

"it’s okay , doing so good," he mutters absently as he focuses on adjusting the arms of the speculum, locking them in place to keep you open enough for him to let go and retrieve the spatula.

"How we doing?" he asks as he works, glancing up at your face to find the worry line has crept back between your brows.

"Fine, good," you grit out. Jungkook smiles. You're brave.

"Almost done now," he assures you.

-

You are literally going insane.

You'd prepared for anxiety. You'd prepared for nerves. You'd prepared for fear.

You had not prepared for desire.

You're not even sure he's doing it on purpose, it's just...him. His low voice singing your praises and his careful touch making you sick with undeniable need, even though everything about the situation is decidedly unsexy. Your pussy is being pried open by the cold metal arms of a speculum and Dr. Jeon is readying a small spatula with which to scrape a sample from your cervix and inner walls. You're lying in a goddamn doctor's office, for fuck's sake.

And yet - all you can think about are his hands - competent, sure, spreading your legs apart. His fingers - gentle, precise, lingering on your wet folds. His voice - deep and sultry, downright hypnotizing in its gravelly, rumbling drawl.

You resist the urge to squirm.

"Alright, now..." he mumbles to himself, hunching forward again and leaning in close. Too close. Not close enough.

"Might feel a little pinch here," he whispers and it really shouldn't make your pussy clench around the speculum when he says that, a rush of anticipation taking over at the thought of him being inside you.

Rather than squeezing your eyelids together in fear, this time, you force yourself to watch him, mesmerized by the relaxed set of features as he slips the spatula into your opening with practiced care. He's so broad, big shoulders and a wide chest that hover almost protectively over your exposed bottom half, melting your insecurities away as something about him just seems to scream safety, assurance, comfort.

And...hot. He's so fucking hot.

You do feel a little something when he inserts the tiny tool and runs it feather light along your insides, far more gentle with it than the last time you'd had this done.

"Still good?" he checks in, so attentive, and your heart stutters at hearing his voice again after such a long beat of silence.

The thought also crosses your mind that you bet he's this attentive in other departments too.

"Yep, mhm," you nod.

"Good job, almost there. Just hold on a little longer for me, okay?"

"Yes, sir," you say without thinking.

You mean it to sound like a joke but it accidentally comes out breathy and desperate and you instantly kick yourself for the stupid, stupid slip. Dr. Jeon clears his throat and pulls back, turns away from you to deposit your sample and you think you see him shake his head infinitesimally as he does.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Right, gonna take this out now, ready?" he asks, turning back to you to fiddle with the arms of the speculum.

"Okay."

You brace yourself but there's really no need; Dr. Jeon makes it altogether painless, murmuring a soft countdown under his breath before he slides the tool from your slick cunt. A trail of sticky arousal follows in its wake, the metal shining with you where he sets it down on the covered tray beside him.

It's done, you know it's done. But for a long, heated moment, you stay perfectly still, knees spread wide before him, pussy on full display. And Dr. Jeon stays perfectly quiet.

Then he hums a deep, ragged sigh and pulls the sheet back over your open legs, kindly returning you to semi-decency.

"All done now, darling."

There's an elastic snap as he removes his gloves, the sound of wheels along tiled flooring and then Dr. Jeon is at your bedside, looking down at you kindly because for some reason - perhaps the twisting ache of need in your guts or the fiery buzz of desire burning in your nerves - you still haven't moved an inch.

"Need a hand sittingup?" he asks and somewhat dazedly, you nod.

Dr. Jeon stands, towering over you as he holds out one massive hand for you to timidly reach across your body and grab. You let him gently tug you upright as you bring your knees together at last, cheeks warming when you remember you've have them splayed open for probably far too long now.

His hands hover over your arms as you pivot to hang your legs off the side of the bed, the film of paper under you sticking to your bare ass as you do. You face him full on, losing your breath all over again when you meet his warm, patient gaze and see that sweet, half-smile spread across his features.

"There we go," he whispers. "You alright?"

You swallow tightly.

"Yes, thank you."

Dr. Jeon smiles, steadies you with two firm hands on your shoulders and you jolt slightly, his touch sending a charge down the back of your neck that you haven't felt in a very long time.

"Better'n last time, I hope?" Dr. Jeon presses, his gaze nothing but patient as he stares into your eyes.

You try to smile but you're not sure if you do. There's a faint ringing in your ears and your head is spinning wildly as you stare blankly between his lips, jaw, and neck, transfixed. Dr. Jeon is so close now, his chest right at your eye line, the phantom feel of his fingers still clinging to your skin and this is wrong, this is so, so, so wrong - he'd just been doing his job - but it's been so long since you've been touched like that by anyone and you fear if you don't get his hands on you again might actually cry.

He's looking down at you inquisitively, warm palms still lingering over your arms and oh, god, this is stupid, this is so stupid and so wrong, but he's so beautiful and he's so kind and it's been so fucking long -

You don't think, just fist the fabric of his cotton button-down and crane your neck upwards, catching his quiet gasp before you press your lips to his in a searing kiss.

It's desperate and needy but you don't even care, because Dr. Jeon is kissing you back, the warm, whiskered feel of his lips on yours stealing whatever is left of your inhibitions. He tastes like mint and man and you press yourself closer, shivering as his fingers coil around your arms with just the right amount of pressure but -

Then he's humming a quiet sound of protest and the hands that grip your arms are prying you off him.

"Hey, hey, wait."

"Sorry - I'm sorry," you babble before he can get another word out. He avoids your eyes, gaze fixed on his shoes, while you burn hot with embarrassment before him.

Dr. Jeon shakes his head and you await the scolding of a lifetime, for him to kick you out and tell you never to come back here again - and you'd deserve it, you know you would.

"Dr. Jeon, I - "

"Mm-mm," he murmurs quietly, eyes still cast downward even as he holds up one silencing hand that nearly makes you swallow your tongue.

You shrink, wanting desperately to just run from the room as fast as you can, but Dr. Jeon's other hand is still gripping your arm, holding you in place.

He sighs.

"I really don't do this kinda thing with my patients, ma'am."

"I understand," you nod shamefully. "I'm sorry."

"You...you're beautiful, I just - "

"Dr. Jeon, it's okay. I'll just go, I'm sorry. That was so stupid."

You wriggle under his grasp to try and free yourself, but Dr. Jeon steps closer to the bed before you can, caging you in.

"No, I - I mean," he shakes his head again, visibly warring with himself. Is this really happening? "I don't do this with my patients but I - "

At last, his eyes flit up to meet yours, sending your heartbeat into overdrive when you find his warm browns ablaze with lust.

Oh, god, it's really happening.

"Oh, fuck," he breathes, already leaning in again as his hands creep up your arms, so slow, so careful.

Then his lips are back on yours and you inhale deeply through your nose, arching to press your chest into his, gasping into his mouth when his arms begin to snake around your back and tangle at the nape of your neck.

It's like a switch flips.

You moan against him as you hungrily lick between the seam of his lips and Dr. Jeon responds in turn, his tongue curiously dancing with yours as his mouth molds to yours with heady fire. Your entire body is alight with need, fingers wrinkling the pristine front of his shirt while his hands move to cup the sides of your face. He's so close - everywhere - but it's still not enough.

The pale pink sheet over you falls away as you wrap your legs around his middle and pull him into the cradle of your thighs so your exposed, wet heat is pressed against his leg, arousal marking the fabric in slick webs. You gasp at the contact where you need it most and Dr. Jeon groans, grinding his hips forward in an almost unconscious way, making your stomach flutter when you feel the hard press of his cock against you.

Oh, fuck. His cock. You've been so hungry for his touch, you'd nearly forgotten how much more he could give you. How full he could make you feel. Suddenly, your mouth is watering. You have no idea where this is going, you just know you don't want it to stop.

Knock, knock.

"Dr. Jeon?"

A voice on the other side of the door has him hurriedly tearing his mouth from yours, fumbling backwards, both of you gasping and turning to face the source of the sound.

"Dr. Jeon? Your next patient is here. Just letting you know."

He clears his throat, running a hand through his tousled hair. His cheeks are pink, lips swollen and wet, fire still smouldering in his eyes.

"Uh, thanks, Denise," he calls back. "Be right there."

You both listen to the sound of Denise's departing footsteps and then Dr. Jeon turns back to you and sighs.

"Shit," he whispers at the sight of you half-naked on the bed, still catching your breath as reality sets back in.

"Shit," he says again, averting his gaze and hastily moving around the bed. He grabs your sample and his clipboard, leaving you dumbfounded as he makes for the door, twisting to look back at you one last time.

"I'm sorry," he grumbles and then he ducks out of the room.