DISCLAIMER: This author claims no ownership of SKIP BEAT! or its characters.
Warning: NSFW. This is PWP and contains explicit descriptions of a sexual nature, particularly descriptions involving roleplay, bondage, medical/gynecology kinks, breeding kinks, and overtones of consensual non-consent. If any of this bothers you, please do not read this work.
Doctor Tsuruga
"Where's Doctor Yamaguchi?" I ask. My normal doctor is friendly, sweet Dr. Yamaguchi—the woman who's been my gynecologist for years.
The man in front of me is definitely not Dr. Yamaguchi. He's model-perfect, with a jaw that could cut glass and glasses that only emphasize the dark, dark eyes on a face fringed by dark brown hair. His lab coat and dress shirt emphasize the broadness of his shoulders. Red tie, black slacks. There is nothing friendly or sweet about him. No. This man is dangerous, I think, and then I chide myself. He's a doctor, for fuck's sake.
An indifferent look passes over his face, and then he sighs and leans back on his chair.
"She had a family emergency," he says evenly. The timbre of his voice is like chocolate. "I am Doctor Tsuruga. I'll be conducting your examination and procedure today."
He looks at me like he expects me to protest, but I don't. I'm uncomfortably aware of him—his body, his scent. It's a large examination room, but he's all I see. My heart shouldn't be beating this hard, but I can't help it—I can't help but stare at him, too. He looks utterly at ease, almost bored at my inspection. My eyes follow his long, elegant fingers as he grabs a pen to make a notation on his paperwork and I imagine them trailing up and down my body, examining me, probing me…Stop it, I tell myself. His eyes look at me and through me, and all of a sudden I feel hot and cold all at once. Did he know what I was thinking? He looks utterly at ease, almost bored, and then he extends his legs outward and I realize how tall he is. There's a belt buckle on his pants and I find myself fighting the urge to kneel between those long, long legs of his, undo the belt, and—
Get a hold of yourself, Kyoko, I tell myself. Am I just horrifically horny because I'm ovulating?
"I trust that isn't a problem?" he says.
His voice brings me back from fantasyland.
I hesitate. The nature of today's exam—and the procedure I've signed up for—is rather intimate. I've decided to have a baby, you see. It's a bit of a controversial choice—even Moko doesn't understand why I want a child when I'm totally single. Today, I take the first load of sperm from the sperm bank into my fertile pussy.
I gulp, imagining myself exposed under Dr. Tsuruga's gaze. Only one man has ever seen me down there—my sexual history is not extensive. And yet…here I was, getting ready to expose myself to him.
For a minute, I considered canceling.
But I was ovulating today, and re-scheduling simply would be…suboptimal.
"It's f-fine," I stutter. I feel myself blushing.
"And your husband, Kyoko-chan? Will he be joining us today?"
I flinch at the familiarity. I did not give him leave to call me Kyoko-chan, though perhaps it's what Dr. Yamaguchi had placed on my chart.
"I…I don't have a husband," I say. I turn my face aside to hide the flush of shame on it.
He is silent for a few seconds. I'm afraid to look at him.
"Very well, then," he says. His voice is low and sinister. "I understand. We should get started. Take off your clothes."
"Right…here?" I ask. Weren't medical professionals supposed to leave as you changed?
"Yes, of course," he says. "Simply disrobe and put the gown on. You'll find it on the table. The gap goes in front."
I still hesitate. I know that what's stopping me isn't modesty. It's…attraction. I've spent less than ten minutes in a room with this man, and yet I felt my body reacting to him. I know I am wet and getting wetter, and once I am fully naked, he will know it. He will know that I want him, that my body wants him, that I want to unbutton his shirt slowly and feel how hard he is in my hands—
"Kyoko-chan?" he asks. I jump—his voice is stern and just the slightest bit impatient, though not unkind. "It has been a long day, and you are my last patient. If you do not wish to continue with the examination and insemination, you are free to go and reschedule when Dr. Yamaguchi has returned. But if you do wish to continue, please. Disrobe."
He's seen a million naked women before, I tell myself. He's a doctor. He's seen everything. I am just a patient to him and he will do a perfectly normal examination and then I will take the sperm bank cum inside me and then I will go home.
I take a step forward, closer to the examination table. The stirrups have already been extended, waiting for me. I begin by taking my shirt up and off, slowly lifting it up and over my head. I breathe, pause. Skirt next. I unclasp it and let it fall to the floor. I slip off my shoes and then I'm just in my bra and panties. I reach for the gown—
"All your clothes, please, Kyoko-chan," he says. His voice interrupts my thoughts. "I can't very well do an exam on you when you're covered like that." I turn towards him. He looks back at me, still somewhat indifferent, still distant, still businesslike. I feel chastened by my hesitation, but self conscious again. WHY did you wear the lacy stuff today? I asked myself. I'm wearing underwear that I bought for me, underwear that made me feel sexy. It's a black balconette bra with lace trimmings and matching panties. I'm aware of how I must look to Dr. Tsuruga, whose eyes I cannot meet. Bra first, then, and I curse as I feel my nipples harden in the cooler air. I push down the panties, bending over to pick up the clothes on the floor. I pile them up on one of the patient chairs and then proceed to put on the gown.
It's one of those disposable affairs, made to fit all patients. On me, it's quite voluminous and rough on my skin. But it's entirely normal and that comforts me.
"Very good," I hear the doctor say. "Please hop up onto the table and place your legs in the stirrups," he says.
He's standing now, a few feet away from me. A tray of implements is next to him, and on it, I see them: two large, blunt syringes full of cum from the sperm bank, waiting to be injected into me. My stomach does a flip and I hesitate again—was I really going to do this? The examination table waits and I hop up onto it. Hesitatingly, I place my right foot into a stirrup, and then my left onto the other. I lean back onto the table now, my back making contact with the cool lining.
"I'll need you to scoot forward," he says, "so that you're right at the edge of the table here."
The paper underneath me crinkles uncomfortably as I slide up. I am intensely aware that the stirrups have separated my legs, and now that I am at the very edge of the table, I am far more aware of the cool air on my traitorous, horny little pussy. I am open for him. It is necessary that I remain open for him.
He walks over. "I am going to secure you to the table now, Kyoko-chan," he says. I startle—since when do they restrain patients here? But this is a new situation, and a new kind of exam, and a new doctor. I settle in and decide to give it the benefit of the doubt. He places a reassuring hand on my knee and I tremble at his touch. Already, he's fastened a strap around one ankle, and then another. "Comfy?" he asks, and I nod. He glides his hands further up my legs and now there are straps holding my thighs apart, too. Gently a hand takes my right wrist and then raises it over my head. "I need your arms overhead when I examine your breasts," he says, and soon both of them are pinioned above me. I breathe his scent in as he finishes securing them. When he steps back I realize that I am well and truly unable to move.
"You've been a very good girl, Kyoko-chan," he says. He does not smile at me, but he looks me up and down. I can only imagine what I look like to him now that he's secured me so thoroughly. The look on his face does something to me, and I know that he'll see it. I watch as he puts latex gloves on and then removes the stethoscope from around his neck. He places the earpieces on and gets ready to take my vitals.
"It will be just a little cold," he says, and it is. The disk is placed on my heart, and then my lungs. "Your heart rate is quite elevated," he says. "Is anything making you nervous?"
"I'm not nervous," I manage to force out. "I'm sorry, I…it's just that…"
"I understand," he says. "It's quite a special day for you, isn't it? Don't worry. I'm a professional. I'll take care of you." He is smiling now, and I hold my breath steady.
"Thank you," I say.
"Try to relax," he said. "I am going to examine your breasts now."
My breath hitches, but he's moved on. A hand cups my breast. Slowly he runs his finger up and down my flesh, lightly. The latex feels odd against my skin, sticky, almost. Lightly, his fingers trace along the line of my areola and I gasp and arch towards him as they converge on my nipple. Suddenly his touch is rough and he pinches my nipple. The shock travels down my body—I can feel myself clench down there and I'm afraid he can see it.
"You're very responsive," he says. "How does this feel?"
He doesn't wait for my answer as the fingers repeat their performance on my other breast…a gentle squeezing, and then tracing my areola just before pinching my nipple. "Ah!" I say, trying not to move. But his ministrations have begun something inside me, and already I am craving more.
"I'll need to ask you some questions, Kyoko," he says. He's standing between my spread legs, holding his clipboard and looking at me past the rim of his glasses. His body is inches away from mine—so close I can feel his warmth. I am squirming under his attention to my breasts, but I don't want to prolong the questioning so I nod frantically.
"How often would you say you have sex?" he asks.
His fingers tighten on my nipple. "It's…it's been a while," I respond.
"Hmm." I look into his face and he seems pleased by this, somehow. "And you're single?"
"Yes…uhh…" I'm gasping now. He's put down the clipboard and now both of his hands are playing with my nipples, pulling them up so that I'm arching off of the table.
I feel like a marionette under a puppetmaster's control.
"How many sexual partners have you had?"
His fingers are terribly skilled. They know exactly how I want to be touched. He hasn't released my nipples and they are as hard as bullets as my body rises under his hands. "Just one…one…" I gasp out.
"Do you masturbate, Kyoko-chan?" he asks.
"I—why are you asking this!?" I choke out. His fingers are tightening and I can feel myself lubricating under him.
He does not say anything.
"YES!" I'm squirming, trying to get away from him, but the straps hold me down. "Yes, I masturbate..."
"Good," he says, and releases me. My runaway heart is beating erratically. I am high off of his scent. I relax onto the table and my tits are tingling from the aftermath of his touch. He grabs the clipboard to make a notation and I am mortified to feel how wet my exposed pussy has gotten.
"You poor dear," he says. "A woman like you should be taking a man's load regularly."
"Ex-excuse me?" The realization was slow to dawn on me, but the look on his face confirms the fact that I shouldn't have allowed him to secure me so completely to the table. I was right—he's dangerous. He's a predator, and I've wandered into his clutches of my own volition. A woman like me, I think, and I wonder if he knows what I dream of when I touch myself. I wonder if he knows how badly I want a man to hold me down and force me to take his cum. I feel a thrill course through me—I know I shouldn't be reacting like this, but my pussy is clenching at empty air and I am lightheading just thinking of him.
He takes a long, long look, weighing me. I feel that gaze rake me over, and when he speaks again, he has a smirk on his face. I know he sees what his actions have done to me, and now I know he has no intent of conducting a mere examination on me.
"You're a born slut, Kyoko-chan." He says it matter-of-factly. "Your body was made to take cum. It's simply too bad you've been keeping it hidden away." His hands make their way to my breasts again, and this time, he's less…clinical. They knead and grab and I moan involuntarily as his fingers flick my still-hard nipples.
He looks at me thoughtfully. "See?" he says.
I hate myself for moaning.
I want to hide somewhere and pretend I did not react the way I did, but now he moves between my legs. Pulling up a stool, I see him there, just inches away from my pussy.
He touches my labia lightly, with just the tips of his fingers grazing my sodden folds.
"Yes," he says, "as expected." I know he's talking about how wet I am. I turn away and blush, but when I look up, I see dark eyes assessing me, weighing me. I can't lie, not spread open like this. "Look at you. You're at a doctor's office, here for a medical exam, and yet look at how wet you are," he says. He is not touching me, not yet, but I am ashamed because I want him to. "You need a hard cock, daily," he says, "fucking you in every hole you've got."
I am shocked into silence. I squirm some more and his smile widens—is there something evil in that smile? "Ah," he says. "You needn't be so embarrassed, love," he tells me. "This is only natural. You're a female who needs to be shown what your body is for. Would it help if I blindfolded you?"
"N-no—" I say, but he's already up and off his chair and soon a blindfold is over my eyes. I can't see anything, and I am frightened…but also thrilled.
"Shhhh." He puts a finger to my lips, silencing me. "Listen to your doctor," he whispers in my ear. "You'll be more comfortable this way—you won't need to look me in the eye when your horny little body does what it was made to do during the next part of our examination."
Panic overtakes me. "Doctor," I say, "Wait, please…why…I…don't…"
"Shhh," he says. "I know what you need, dear."
I almost jump as a gloved hand touches the inside of my thigh. "You have a lovely little cunt, Kyoko," he says. "It looks quite healthy. So pink and tight. Perfect for breeding." I hear him move, and then the stirrups start spreading wider and wider, and suddenly I'm at my limit. I feel the outer petals of my labia parting and soon…soon I know I'll be dripping onto the table.
"I'll be doing your internal examination now," he says. "I was afraid I'd have to use a lot of lube for you—you're so petite. But you're so horny it's unnecessary."
"I—I'm not…"
"Mmm, love, it's alright. It'll help with your insemination," he says. "Don't lie to yourself."
I hear him moving things in the room—perhaps he's brought the cart over. And then I sense him sit down between my legs again, and something—something metal, something cold, is being run up and down my legs.
"Do you know what this is?" he asks.
"No," I say faintly.
"Are you sure you don't know?" he asks again.
I see it in my mind's eye—large and metal, a dreaded instrument when I see Dr. Yamaguchi for my normal appointments. But in his hands…in his hands….FUCK, I think to myself. I want him to put it in me. I want him to spread me open…
I feel him place the narrow end of it at the entrance of my pussy but he doesn't push it in. "It's…a speculum," I say. My mouth is dry and I am panting in anticipation.
"Good job," he says. "Here we go, dear. Try to stay relaxed."
He's right—I'm so wet that lube is unnecessary. My pelvis rocks forward to meet him, and I am vaguely thankful that there is something inside my traitorous pussy. Perhaps now, I won't want him so badly. He's quiet as I slowly get used to this…thing…inside me, but my hips…my hips can't help but move against it.
"You'll feel some stretching now." I hear the speculum click…click…click…and then I feel it. I was open before but now…now he can see all the way inside of me. I feel his breath against my labia as he adjusts the speculum.
"Everything looks completely normal, Kyoko," he says. "You're very definitely ready to take the sperm." The sound of latex being stretched and removed reaches my ears. "Just one more thing before we take this out of your cunny." His bare, ungloved hand stretches across my flat belly before descending back to where I want him to be. A finger—is it a thumb?—finds my clit and begins rubbing it in lazy circles.
I gasp. "Doctor—"
"Hmm?" he asks. His voice is nonchalant, casual—as if he weren't reducing me into a molten pool of lust with his touch.
"I don't think you should be doing this—"
"Oh?" he asks. The finger gets a little faster…my hips are rising up to rut against the speculum, which he's holding still inside me with his other hand. "Why shouldn't I be doing this? Does it hurt?"
"N-n-no," I respond.
"Does it feel good?"
I don't answer him, but my hips are angling towards his hands. He's moving faster and faster—and I give up and give in.
I cum shamelessly with his finger on my clit and a speculum inside of me, and when I am done, he pats my knee again in what I think is meant to be a comforting manner.
"There now, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" he says. "Did you enjoy that?"
I am still panting, still painfully aware that I am naked, tied, and exposed in front of this man—because I refuse, at this point, to call him a doctor. The speculum is screwed closed and he removes it slowly from my pussy and I whimper before I can stop myself. "Such a hungry little slut," he laughs. "We'll have to do something about that."
I tremble. This is wrong—I know this is wrong. I should be struggling harder against the thick bands holding me to the table, telling him no clearly and with conviction. But instead I am just a single breath away from begging him for more.
"Almost time for your…procedure, Kyoko," I hear. "Let me clean you up a little…I'll do the last examination at the same time."
My breath hitches in my throat as I feel him lean over me. I can't see him, but I feel his warmth. His hands are caressing me, playing with my breasts. There's no pretense anymore—this is no medical procedure. There is no "medical" reason for the way he's playing with my tits, or for the way he's got me blindfolded. "Doctor," I say, "What—ah—ah what are you going to do to me?"
I hear him chuckle, low in his throat. "I'm going to do what you came here for," he says. "I'm going to breed you. You wanted a cunt full of sperm, and that's what you're getting."
I feel my pussy clench at his words, but before I can say anything, his mouth descends on mine. He kisses me roughly, forcing his tongue inside me. I am confused—do I kiss him back? Do I fight? I struggle against the ties that bind me just to feel how futile fighting would be. I grunt in frustration but he's on my nipples, his tongue laving circles around the hardened nubs. I feel a hand make its way down my flat belly and soon it is back at my pussy.
"You know this is what you want," he says, and I can almost see the grin that accompanies his words. "I could smell it on you as soon as you came in."
"No—no," I say. But it is, it is, it is, it is—he's right, and I know it. I want his cum. I want him to breed me, him, not some cold sperm in a sterile syringe. I want his cock deep inside me, filling me. I know I am reacting like an animal—I want to tell myself that I am better than a bitch in heat, but I know otherwise. He does, too.
"Oh?" I feel him come around and sit between my legs again, and this time I feel his breath on my pussy. "I think you're playing coy, love." I startle as the tip of his tongue licks me the entire length of my labia, lingering on my clit as I struggle to free myself.
"You say no, but this cunt of yours has been dripping for me this entire time." He dips a finger inside me—one first, and then two. I'm embarrassed by the sounds my pussy is making, but soon he starts a rhythm…his fingers are hooking deep inside me while his tongue teases my clit. His height makes it easy for him to reach my breasts as he pleasures me, and I writhe as the fingers tease my nipples. "I think you knew how this was going to end." His tongue returns to my cunt, and I moan again, louder this time.
I am moving with him—if he were to let my hands free, I would push his face deeper into my pussy. He's gifted at this. I feel him kiss me there as if he were kissing my mouth—I am losing my mind.
"Please," I say, and I hardly recognize my own voice.
"Please what?" he says. He pauses and removes himself from me as I whimper in frustration. Everything comes to a screeching halt and I am left desperate and wanting. "Use your words, love." He's mocking me.
"Pl-please don't stop." He's taken advantage of me, ruined me, made a mess of me, and now he's stopped just when I was nearly at the apex.
"Don't stop what?" he asks.
"That," I say. "Licking me…please—lick my pussy…"
"That's my good little slut," he says. He descends on my pussy again and this time he doesn't let up. The long fingers I'd admired reach deep inside me, stimulating my g-spot as his other hand presses down. I surrender now. I surrender to his relentless rhythm, to the frenzy he's called into being.
"Cum for me," he says. And for the second time today, I cum on his fingers. It's one of those long, intense cums…the kind that leaves you lightheaded when you're done. He continues to finger me through it, and I feel myself pulsing on his hand. I hate myself a little for this—what power does he have? What's he done to me?
I come down from my orgasm….and when I do, I sense it. He's right. He and I both know what's going to happen next. Perhaps he knew it before I did. This is inevitable. I feel his hands on my blindfold, gently removing it, and I blink blearily at him as my eyes acclimate to the light. The look on his face is a mix of tenderness and lust, a far cry from the stern doctor who tied me onto this table. Wordlessly, his hands undo his tie. I swallow as the long fingers begin to undo his belt, and I gulp as his cock is revealed.
He grins at me as I stare at it—thick and long, bigger, even, than the toy I use to pleasure myself. It's hard for me. My heart is racing as I imagine this…weapon…entering me. I am so wet, so ready for him, and he looks me in the eyes as he lines his cock up to my drooling cunt. He is still dressed, and the contrast between us is clear. I submit to him. I arch my back, offering as much of myself as I can. I want to feel him on me, but he holds me down. "What do you want?" he asks. His voice sounds rough. "Say it," he says.
I balk. I don't want to say these things out loud. They sound so shameful, so slutty. I whimper and squirm and move my hips against him but he's immovable and all I want is something inside my cunt. Finally, I speak, the sound of my voice desperate as I beg him. "I need you to fuck me," I say. "I need it, I need your cock, I want you to cum inside me—please fucking cum inside me, doctor…FUCK," I scream, as he thrusts inside. He's breathing hard, and I'm gratified to feel his heart rate has quickened, too. His cock is splitting me apart and I am so full, so very, very full.
He leans over me and kisses me, and I kiss him back, straining against my binding in an effort to hold him closer—not to escape. No, the time for escape has passed. "Feel me inside you," he tells me. I close my eyes and give in to him—but he grabs my face and forces me to look down where we are joined. "I want you to watch me breed you, Kyoko," he says. I see the folds of my cunt straining, stretched around him, but I am creaming for him, too. Slowly, he begins to move and I can't help it—I moan like a whore around his cock. My cunt clutches at it and I see my flesh cling to his as his thrusts quicken in tempo. I moan and beg and plead for more. I beg him to fill my unprotected, fertile pussy with his cum, to make me pregnant, to breed me.
We move on instinct, like animals. I bend towards him as far as my bonds will let me. His hands grope me—my waist and my breast—and finally, his right hand rests around my neck as he looks into my eyes. My body knows what it wants from his, and he knows how to give it to me—the very air is full with the scent of our joining and the sound of his body slamming into mine. He reaches down and starts rubbing at my clit and I can't help it—a cry escapes from my throat as I cum around his cock. He doesn't slow, only getting more frantic. "Look at me, Kyoko," he says. I stare deep into those dark eyes as he cries out, and then I feel it—his cock pulsing inside of me, filling me with his cum.
When it's over he kisses me frantically, almost like he can't get enough of my skin.
"I love you," he whispers.
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"To be perfectly honest," my husband says, "the worst part of that was hearing you say you were single."
"Was it?" I ask. I'd created my character quickly in response to his note. I'd had minutes to do so—he, on the other hand, had apparently been planning this for quite a while. I shouldn't have been surprised, really. I'd told him about the doctor years ago, after watching him do a stint in a medical drama. The man remembers everything I tell him and makes finding what pleases me into a sport.
I am a little sore from our play, but I luxuriate in our bed. I'm so glad he's home—he'd been away for months, filming in the States. I had spent that time cycling off of my birth control, waiting for him to finish the shoot. In typical Kuon fashion, he'd surprised me by renting out the doctor's office—I'd received a note with directions and some 'rules' just minutes before I left to go to the airport to pick him up.
I know I'm lucky.
When we were done, he untied me, kissed me where my skin was marked by the restraints—and then took me again when I asked him to fill me with the syringes of cum he'd prepared as props. "You and your cum fetish," he'd said, and I laughed at him. "I refuse to be kink-shamed," I told him, and stuck out my tongue. "Why would I waste perfectly good cum?"
He frantically drove us home afterwards. He had to get me home, he said, because there was nowhere in the office he could use to hold me properly and he was in dire need of my snuggles.
Now, I'm entangled within his long limbs as he nuzzles my hair.
"Kuon?" I ask.
"Hmm?"
We've talked about this for a long, long time, but I still want to ask him. "You're sure you want to do this?"
"Have a child with you?" His arms find their way around me and I am being held like the little spoon. I snuggle into him as he tucks me against his chest. "Yes, I'm sure. So long as you're sure, love." He kisses the curve of my shoulder and breathes in my scent and I do the same.
I fall asleep in his arms.
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Author's note: Yes, I revised this the day after I posted it. Yes, it is still a hot mess. Donate to Planned Parenthood and fuck the patriarchy.