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Jungsook is a boob girl. They're the second thing she noticed on her girlfriend after meeting her through a mutual friend—the first being her flawless, doll-like face—and now she isn't ashamed to admit she has a healthy obsession with her girlfriend's chest.
"Shouldn't your kink be something involving yourself?" Taeyeon asks when Jungsook reveals what she wants to do next.
"This is something for myself. It just so happens to involve mostly you."
Jungsook grins toothily and Taeyeon ends up giving in.
They clear out the junk from the coffee table in the living room and stretch a bed sheet over it to emulate a doctor's office. Jungsook gets dressed in one of her baggy white buttondowns and Taeyeon's white jeans to make herself look like a doctor, and Taeyeon wears Jungsook's favorite sundress, the small chiffon cups barely holding up her boobs without a bra to support them.
"Hi, Miss Kim," Jungsook greets professionally when Taeyeon emerges from the bedroom doorway, looking slightly nervous. She's clearly dedicated to getting into character, and Jungsook loves her so much she wants to grab her face and kiss her. "What can I help you with today?"
"A routine breast screening, the nurses at the front desk said I should schedule one soon."
"Ah," Jungsook smiles politely, trying to contain her excitement, but she isn't half the actress her girlfriend is. She's probably a little too eager as she waves Taeyeon closer to the covered table. "Of course, come in."
Taeyeon approaches hesitantly, her dress swaying around her long legs. It hits her around the calves, much more covered at the bottom than it is at the top. The delicate spaghetti straps are stretched to the limit to hold up her boobs, which move as she takes a seat on the table in front of Jungsook.
Jungsook drags the recliner toward the table, taking a seat so she's eye level with Taeyeon.
"Are you nervous?" Jungsook asks.
"A little," Taeyeon admits, blushing and all. She looks up at Jungsook from under her bangs and smiles shyly. "This is my first time getting an exam like this."
"Feeling a little nervous is normal. But don't worry, it shouldn't take very long," Jungsook says, then stands up and walks to the kitchen. She doesn't have any latex gloves—or even want to use them if she did—but she washes her hands with soap and cold water to make the clinical aspect more believable for Taeyeon. Once her hands are properly cooled, she returns to the doctor's chair and takes a seat in front of her girlfriend.
"Okay, I'm going to have to ask you to lower your dress now. Are you okay with that?" she asks. "I can leave the room if it makes you more comfortable."
"No, it's okay," Taeyeon smiles gratefully, lowering her head bashfully. "I'm glad you're a woman, Doctor Jeon."
Jungsook grins as Taeyeon lowers one of the thin straps from her shoulders, letting it slide down the side of her arm. She repeats the action with the strap on the other side, leaving her smooth shoulders bare, but the small cups of her dress still mold to the peak of her breasts. Jungsook watches hungrily as Taeyeon fits her thumbs into the armpits of the dress, flipping the front of the garment over and exposing her breasts. Jungsook wets her lips as she eyes them, full and perky and beautiful. Taeyeon pushes the dress until it bunches around her waist.
"Is this enough, doctor?"
"Yes, that's perfect." Jungsook scoots to the edge of the chair, fitting her knees around Taeyeon's thighs, which are delicately pressed together. "May I?"
Taeyeon nods.
Jungsook lays her hands on Taeyeon's arms by her chest, carefully easing them apart and raising them up. She holds them so they're at a 90 degree angle, Taeyeon's heavy tits slightly lifted, and slides her hands from the elbow area toward Taeyeon's underarms. Taeyeon shivers, goosebumps breaking out along her arms, but Jungsook stays focused as she swipes her thumbs around her armpits.
"That's a bit ticklish," Taeyeon laughs softly, curling her hands into loose fists above, her fingernails painted pink.
"Sorry. I have to check this area. Lumps sometimes develop here," Jungsook says, releasing Taeyeon's arms when the girl holds them up by herself. She presses the flat of four fingers against Taeyeon's underarm, applying light pressure and circling gently to feel under the skin. The motion pushes the excess boob fat gathered there and disturbs Taeyeon's breast, making it move along with Jungsook's hand.
After she does the same to the other side, Taeyeon's already breathing slightly heavier, her chest rising and falling with it. Pleased, Jungsook can't help but smooth her hands down Taeyeon's ribs and waist as she lowers her hands, circling her sides with thumbs tucked around the front.
"Looking good over there. I'll now proceed to your right breast. Is that okay?"
Taeyeon nods, her throat bobbing as she swallows. Trying not to look too excited to maintain the illusion, Jungsook cups Taeyeon's right breast with one hand on each side. It's large enough to fill both of her hands and still spill forward, her nipple falling toward Jungsook. Jungsook massages both sides of it, staring intently, and then releases one side to lay a hand on Taeyeon's opposite shoulder, holding her back straight. Stretching her hand to slip a thumb along the underside of her breast, Jungsook kneads the soft flesh lightly, feeling the underside for any lumps. Taeyeon's skin is perfectly soft and smooth, her boob flesh giving into the touch, and Jungsook hears her girlfriend release a heavier breath as she feels her up.
"Everything okay?" Jungsook asks.
Taeyeon nods. "Yes, Doctor Jeon."
Underside thoroughly inspected, Jungsook smooths her hand up the inner curve to follow Taeyeon's cleavage. Without cups to hold her tits up, they stretch away from each other, down toward the sides, and Jungsook runs a hand down along Taeyeon's flat sternum, pushing up at the skin to watch it pull lightly at Taeyeon's boobs, then releasing it to watch them bounce back.
She repeats the underboob check with the other breast, kneading the flesh in the curve of her pointer finger and thumb, eyeing Taeyeon's pink nipple as it undulates and swells.
"Very good. You're in very good shape," Jungsook says, sliding her hands down Taeyeon's sides again and giving her soft waist a light squeeze. "I'm going to check your nipples now."
Taeyeon nods, sliding a little closer on the covered table, and her legs press out against the inside of Jungsook's thighs. Jungsook presses her legs back together with her thighs, keeping them closed, and brings a hand up to one of Taeyeon's pink nipples.
"Have you noticed any change in color or texture?" Jungsook asks, pressing two fingers around the nub of her nipple, stroking over the areola gently. Taeyeon breathes out heavily and shakes her head. "How about any discharge?"
"Discharge?"
"Yes. Any liquid at all coming from the tip?" Jungsook asks, pressing a thumb over the peak of her nipple and rolling gently. Taeyeon's breathing increases and her nipple slowly hardens.
"N-No, I don't think so."
Jungsook hums and keeps on teasing the nub, curling all three digits around it and pulling lightly, lifting Taeyeon's tit and then letting it drop. Taeyeon squeals, grabbing Jungsook's arm, and Jungsook cups her boob gently, sweeping her thumb over the abused nub.
"Is that sensitive?" she asks.
"Y-Yes, a little," Taeyeon says, shuffling on the table.
Jungsook hums in concern and presses her palm over Taeyeon's hard nipple, cupping her tit and squeezing roughly. Taeyeon whimpers, dropping her hand from Jungsook's arm and leaning back on the table, bracing herself with both arms to push her chest toward her girlfriend's hand.
Jungsook clicks her tongue lightly, shaking her head, and lays her free hand on the small of Taeyeon's back to guide her upright again.
"Please try to sit still, Miss Kim."
Taeyeon nods and sits fully up by herself, curling her hands on the edge of the table by her hips. To reward her for being a good girl, Jungsook circles her areola gently, going around the hardened nub. It looks so flushed and pretty she can't help but lean forward, arm still around Taeyeon's waist, and flick the nipple with her tongue.
Taeyeon gasps and arches forward, shoving her tits towards Jungsook, and Jungsook hums appreciatively and cups the underside to hold her breast at her face.
"Very nice," she repeats, wrapping her lips around the nipple and sucking. Taeyeon whimpers and slides almost all the way forward on the table, her knees pressed dangerously close to Jungsook's crotch.
Leaning back, Jungsook drops a hand to Taeyeon's lap and pushes her hips backward, her butt sliding easily on the table with the bed sheet covering it. The action accidentally pushes up Taeyeon's sundress, the hem raising toward her knee, and Jungsook strokes her girlfriend's inner thigh through the textured chiffon.
"You're doing very well, Miss Kim," she praises, circling Taeyeon's wet areola with the round tip of her pointer finger.
Glancing toward Taeyeon's neglected left boob, that nipple still soft, Jungsook strokes the pinkish skin with the side of a finger. Taeyeon's breath hitches, goosebumps dotting her arm. Jungsook cups her breast and leans forward, wrapping her lips around the nipple and wetting it. Taeyeon moans, her husky voice getting needy, and shifts her hips on the table again.
"Doctor," she breathes. "Doctor, will you only check my breasts?"
"Hm?" Jungsook asks, pulling back to look at Taeyeon's face. "What was that?"
"I'm also due for a pelvic exam, the nurses said," Taeyeon swallows.
Jungsook laughs under her breath, admiring how greedy her girlfriend is when she's horny. Not that she can blame her when she can feel how wet she is between the legs too.
"Is that so?" Jungsook spreads her legs a little farther and grabs the underside of one of Taeyeon's thighs, lifting it to prop her leg open over one of her thighs. Taeyeon drops back on both of her hands again and this time Jungsook lets her, admiring the way her boobs spread out and curve away from her chest. "Have you noticed any unusual symptoms down there?"
Taeyeon nods. "Yes. A little." She licks her lips. "I get wet really easily."
"Oh really?" Jungsook raises her eyebrows, reaching under Taeyeon's dress to stroke fingers between her legs. Taeyeon's wearing lacy underwear again, the material stretched tight around her folds. The lace is soaked through. "Oh, I see."
Jungsook carefully massages Taeyeon's folds with her fingers, stroking lightly over them as her girlfriend pants. She can feel Taeyeon get even wetter as she touches her, making Jungsook's fingers sticky.
"Is it a problem, doctor?" Taeyeon asks breathily. "Should I be worried?"
"It doesn't seem like a problem," Jungsook says, stretching only her middle finger and easing it between Taeyeon's folds, stroking up and down along the damp crease. "Do you have a partner?"
Taeyeon shakes her head, tilting her head back and parting her lips.
"Then that's the problem. Your body feels neglected," Jungsook determines.
Hooking her pointer finger into Taeyeon's panties, Jungsook eases them aside carefully, her fingers brushing her girlfriend's swollen folds. Taeyeon moans and squeezes her leg around the top of Jungsook's thigh, dropping further back until she's supported on the table by her elbows. Leaving the panties bunched up around the side of Taeyeon's pussy, Jungsook strokes her heat with a middle finger again, teasing her soaked entrance and swollen clit.
"Is it okay if I take a look?" she asks, slowing down her finger.
Taeyeon nods quickly, her hair brushing the tops of her bare shoulders. "Yes, doctor, please."
Jungsook slides off the recliner, sitting on her knees between the table and the chair. She grabs each of Taeyeon's legs and props her feet on the chair behind her, keeping her legs up like they're on stirrups. Taeyeon's dress slides up her thighs as she does, giving Jungsook a view of her black lace panties and perfect little cunt.
Jungsook hums and grabs the sides of her panties, dragging them up her spread legs so they're bunched around her thighs. Ducking underneath them, Jungsook gets closer to Taeyeon's crotch, no barrier between them now.
"Looks like you're in very good shape," Jungsook repeats what she said earlier, swirling a finger around her girlfriend's shaved pussy, gathering all the slick and circling it back toward her entrance, which clenches when she brushes it. "Are you sexually active, Miss Kim?"
"Y-Yes," Taeyeon pants.
"Good." Jungsook circles her clit with a finger, strokes down to ease over her hole. Taeyeon whines when she touches her there, and Jungsook leans closer, attracted by the smell of her. "Do you use protection?"
"No," Taeyeon gasps.
Jungsook clicks her tongue and taps Taeyeon's entrance, her finger coming away sticky. "Bad girl. Why not?"
"I'm a lesbian," Taeyeon squeals.
"Oh." Jungsook smiles and swirls her finger around Taeyeon's needy hole, teasing just the tip of her blunt finger inside of her. "I see. That's quite different, then."
"Sookkie," Taeyeon whimpers. "Please."
"Who's that?" Jungsook teases, pushing her finger sideways to hold Taeyeon's folds open, leaning down and licking up the wet crease of her pussy. Taeyeon gasps loudly and pushes her hips further down the table, bringing her ass and pussy closer to Jungsook's face. Jungsook coos and leans back, stroking her folds with a thumb.
"Doctor Jeon," Taeyeon whines. "Doctor Jeon, what are you doing?"
"I'm going to eat you out now," Jungsook says, swirling her thumb around Taeyeon's clit, watching as more slick oozes out of her. "Is that what you want, Miss Kim?"
"Yes," Taeyeon pants, shifting her hips over the table again, bringing her bottom closer to Jungsook's face until her pussy brushes over her chin, pressing wet heat into her skin.
Jungsook can't resist any longer. She spreads out two fingers to hold Taeyeon's folds open, wraps her lips around her clit to suck the wetness gathered there. Taeyeon gasps and bucks her hips and Jungsook stretches out her tongue, pressing it lower to ease it inside of her. Jungsook licks Taeyeon's pussy in and out, drinking in her delicious heat, and teases her folds by sliding her fingers up and down. As she tongues inside of her, she closes her fingers around her clit, applying light pressure and moving it gently back and forth to stimulate it.
Taeyeon gasps and moans, her thick thighs quivering, and when she comes, her pussy clenches around Jungsook's stretched tongue.
Jungsook laps up the rest of the wetness as she pulls away, licking around her sensitive clit, and Taeyeon presses her thighs around her head to get her to stop.
Slowly, Taeyeon lowers her legs from the chair, the front of her dress falling around Jungsook's head and reaches down to pull the hem of her dress higher to reveal Jungsook's head, still trapped between her panties around her knees and her crotch.
"Doctor, your face is red," she says, brushing Jungsook's long black hair back from her face. She moves her legs to slip her panties down and twirls a ringed finger around a strand of Jungsook's hair. "Come over here so I can kiss you."
Jungsook stands up and lays down over the table on her stomach, bracing herself on an elbow by Taeyeon. She brings her free hand up to her girlfriend's bare breast, giving it a light squeeze as they press their lips together and french kiss. Taeyeon cups the back of Jungsook's head and scratches fingernails through her scalp as they make out, shuddering when Jungsook plays with her nipple.
When they pull away, Taeyeon traces fingernails down Jungsook's soft cheek, scratching her lightly under the chin.
"Even your fantasies are about giving me pleasure," she smiles affectionately. "Next time, it's all about you."
Jungsook raises an interested eyebrow.