Birthday Request Event v2024
"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"
Gift Details ♥ Reader Style: cisfem Character: Hongo Vibe: NSFW Consensual (Writer's Choice!) AU: Canon Universe (Writer's Choice!) Prompt: Role-Play (Writer's Choice!) Gift Giver: @akagami-no-laney
Summary: Your doctor boyfriend is willing to "play" doctor. >.> (I might've done something similarly themed for Hongo before, but this should be different enough.)
Content Notes: bondage, fingering, oral, rough sex, forced exposure, orgasm denial, mdni
This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB
Your knees were pressed back and tucked just under your armpits. Ropes kept them in place, so you didn’t have to expand any energy trying to hold the pose. More rope at your ankles, which were by your head, secured your wrists.
Your arms were kept bent and tucked with even more rope, rendering you nearly immobile.
You could wriggle and struggle, but you weren’t going anywhere. Stuck, instead, on the examination table, bright harsh lights pointing at your exposed holes.
Hongo was at the end of the table, latex gloves in place, and adjusting the light a little more precisely. He smiles down at you, watching your face flush as he spreads your labia.
“Alright, let’s have a look. That round last week was rough and you got pretty raw.” He’s using his actual doctor tone and you can feel yourself throb. It seemed a little basic to ask your doctor boyfriend to actually play doctor with you, but lucky for you Hongo was all for the idea.
With some adjustments.
He spreads, shifts, and presses every fold, nook, and cranny of your pussy, hmm’ing and nodding as he goes. The constant touching though has you struggling to keep quiet, and you’re certain that you’re already wet, and he can tell.
“You’ve healed up nicely. Let me know if this hurts.” He says before putting lube on his fingers and pushing three into you all at once. You gasp at the coldness of the lube more than the sweet stretch of the fingers.
“N-no,” you sigh, shaking your head as much as you can in your position. “It doesn’t hur-hurt.”
“No? That’s good, let me know if that changes.” He instructs as his fingers wiggle and twist inside you. You wiggle and twist a little in turn, soft sighs escaping you as your toes curl while he relentlessly teases you.
“Ah, don’t squirm too much.” He chides, placing his other hand against your lower stomach. You try to still, fingers and toes flexing as the sloppy wet sounds fill the air as he effectively fucks you with his fingers. Your body tenses and you throw your head back, crying out as his thumb teases your clit.
“It’s good to be so energetic.” He says easily, bringing you close to your first orgasm before pulling his fingers out. “Well, nothing is still sore, that’s for sure.” He muses as you whimper and pout.
He changes his gloves, adding more lube before pressing two fingers against your ass. “Relax for me baby,” he says soothingly, pushing them easily. Between your position and the lube there’s nothing stopping him. He teases your clit with his free hand again, slowly pushing his fingers in and out. He’s watching your face more this time, making you heat up at the attention.
“Always so nervous about it, but look at you.” He pushes his fingers deeper than he had been and you gasp at the strangely pleasurable feeling. “It’s nice when you’re relaxed.”
“It still feels weird,” you moan the words, the orgasm building up in you again.
“Want to cum this way?” He prompts and you nod mutely. He stops teasing your clit, and begins to shift his fingers around carefully until you suck in a breath, moaning in a way that’s almost feral. With a smirk he pays attention to that spot until your breath is coming out in short and fast huffs. The ropes groan as your body flexes.
It hits you hard, your empty pussy twitching against nothing as your ass flutters against his fingers. You growl more than moan and Hongo holds you steady as your entire body twitches. He pulls his fingers out as you come down, taking his gloves off, but not replacing them this time. He uses a rag to clean the pleasure and lube off you, smiling as you melt in the ropes, enjoying the after glow and catching your breath.
You twitch and moan here and there as he cleans you up and praises you softly.
“You’ve been such a good patient, I think you deserve a reward.” He runs his hands up and down your thigh soothingly. “I’ve put all my things away though, so I don’t have any more of that terribly cold lubrication.” His teasing causes you to bite your lower lip.
“But I think we can make do.”
Hongo puts his hands wide on your thighs, holding you steady as he leans down easily and licks a long, heavy strip against your pussy, easily parting your labia with his tongue. Your sweet moan turns from something airy and shaky, to something deep and satisfied as he buries his face in your cunt.
His tongue pushes deep into your vagina and his nose is teasing your clit. He presses you into the examination table from the fervor of his actions. He drives you to the edge once, twice, and by the third time you’re begging him not to stop again.
“Good girl.” He murmurs against your soaking folds before he finally brings you over the edge. It’s sweet relief and it ripples through you and dapples your muscles and skin with euphoria, but as good as it feels it’s not quite what you need.
Not quite what you want.
“Now that you’re properly soaked again.” He grins, pulling you to the edge of the table easily. “I’ll give you what you’ve been so patiently waiting for this entire time.”
Hongo takes his time removing his belt and pants, running his hand up and down the length of his hardening cock. Setting it against your wet slit he shifts slowly, rubbing against your puffy pussy lips and teasing your clit as you whimper and suppress the urge to tell him to hurry up.
He puts his hands on either side of the examination table and carefully lines himself up before sinking
Oh
So
Slowly
Down into your aching cunt.
“That’s my girl,” he husks as the last inch of his cock disappears inside you, his hips pressing flush against you. “Always takin’ me so good.”
His hips grind against you and he starts to move in and out slowly. “Let’s see if I can maybe not fuck you raw again.” He groans, head back as his fingers grip the table harshly. He thrusts hard and deep a couple times, pushing the air out of your lungs before he gets himself back under control.
“It’d be… nice to… do this again… tomorrow, huh?” He asks the question through grit teeth, words more in his chest than his mouth, hair falling loose from his ponytail as he gets into a groove.
You nod, trying to agree, but little more than huffs of air and shivering moans are making it past your lips. When he’s filling you up for the 3rd time, however, even your bliss-filled haze, you realize you’ll probably need time to heal up again.
