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Doctor’s Orders

Doctor Momo x fem!reader

Word count: 6.2k

Filth/Smut

Summary: You have a doctors appointment that’s supposed to be a routine check up, but it doesn’t go according to plan.

TW: medical kink, gyno, power dynamics, slight teasing, degrading, possessiveness, impact play, spit, straps, ejaculating straps, collar and leash, bondage with a belt, breeding, gags out of an object you wouldn’t expect, implied squirting, uhm uhm uhm, knife play (kind of? For like a split second)

AN: I wrote a version of this a year ago for a lovely human who shan’t be named and since yall said not to be shy, here is some freaky business for you. Feedback is always appreciated and thank you for taking the time to read it! Mwah mwah mwah!

The rattling of the bus doors pulls you out of your dissociative state, reminding you that your stop was soon. The rain cascading down the windows provides a calming white noise aside from the murmurs of the strangers surrounding you.

One more stop and you’d have a block's walk to the doctor’s office, a new office that you’d never been to before. Though you were excited when you heard that there was going to be a location closer to your house, you hated the idea of going to a location out of your standard route.

The squeaking of the brakes signals you that your stop is approaching, gathering everything, making sure you don’t leave anything behind- you stand and make your way to the front.

The rain had lightened up, merely sprinkling lightly against your skin. The rhythmic tapping of droplets into the puddles on the roads was matching your footsteps towards the complex- pitter pattering as the view of the office becomes clearer.

The building was a little smaller than the previous one, a stand-alone structure with a black roof, lanterns hanging by the entrance, and a big white door with a stained glass window built into it.

Pulling the door open, gently closing it behind you, you’re met with a woman sitting at reception in black scrubs and a lovely smile.

“Welcome in! Do you have an appointment?” cheerfully rings out into the empty room, almost startling you with how loud it was.

“Yes…I transferred from the other office to this one, my name should already be on file.”

“Perfect! I’ll just grab your ID and get you checked in, it shouldn’t be too long. You’re our last appointment for the day.” Reaching for the card you were about to hand her, you see a flash of her name tag.

“Chaeyoung” quickly typed in your information and handed you back your ID. Turning around and sitting down in one of the modern chairs placed neatly in the first row of the waiting area.

The building outside might have been quaint, but the inside was sleek and stylish.

Black and white color scheme with hints of pink scattered throughout the room, accents of pink on the faux leather chairs lining the walls, a white table with a few magazines scattered on its granite top, small TV’s lowly rumbling about women’s health and faux plants in the corners.

Zoning out on whatever program was on, you barely heard the receptionist call your name.

“Ma’am, are you ready?” Holding the black wood door open for you to stroll through.

“It’s going to be the first door on the left!” Letting you navigate the hall while she locks the front door, hearing it latch as you find the room labeled “1A”.

Walking into the room, you note the pictures of the ocean hanging on the wall, the attempt at a relaxing vibe was sort of silly. It was a gynecology office, there was no relaxing here.

Placing your bag down on one of the chairs, laying the jacket you were wearing over one of the arms, and finding a seat at the end of the table, stirrups out and ready for you. The intimidating nature of them countering the “calm” feeling.

“I know..I tried to tell Dr. Hirai that it was…a choice… to have them up already…She was very adamant about it. She’ll be in soon.” Cut through the air, causing you to jump, almost out of your skin.

Arms holding yourself as you whip around, its just the small girl from reception… she must’ve caught up with you after locking the door.

A warm smile, a light giggle and a quick wave goodbye before she closes the door and you’re left to wait for the doctor to show up.

Happy that you brought your switch, being able to play animal crossing while you waited for the Doctor, who took longer than expected. Almost 45 minutes before there was a knock at the door.

At least you got most of the beetles you were looking for while waiting.

The door creaks open and the most stunning woman walks in. Long dark hair tied up in a bun, blunt bangs across her forehead, and cheekbones that would make anyone swoon.

She was wearing a fitted blue turtleneck, black dress slacks and some black strappy heels. The way the sweater hugs her frame makes you tense. Not even bothering to look up from the clipboard in front of her when she starts speaking to you.

“Good Evening, I’m Dr. Hirai Momo. Just here for a yearly visit?” Her voice rings in your ears like angels singing.

So stunned you barely even heard the words that came out of her mouth, you just sit and stare at her, mouth agape and palms sweating, lost in her features.

Finally prying her eyes from the clipboard, she looks directly into yours. Big, brown, kind eyes fall on you. The eye contact lasts for a moment before she looks you up and down.

*Did she just check me out?*

Silence between the two of you, she smiles at you politely and you return the gesture. She tilts her head at you slightly, seemingly confused by what you just did when you realize she’s waiting for you to answer her.

“Oh! Uhm…Yes.” not even sure what you were agreeing to.

Chuckling at your response, she checks a few things off her clipboard before she takes your vitals.

“I’m going to check your blood pressure and ask you a few questions before I have you change into one of these gowns.”

All you can do is nod your head, listening to her and watching her as she waltzes across the room to grab the sphygmomanometer and walks over to you.

Lifting your arms without hesitation, eyes still not leaving her while she fixes the device to your arm and pumps it full of air. Grabbing her stethoscope and listening for the sounds of your blood rushing through your veins.

Releasing the air before the sound of the Velcro echoes through the room, grabs a pulse oximeter and places it on your finger, and sits down in front of you.

“So you normally go to the other office?”

“Usually, this one’s a little closer to my flat so I figured it might be easier.” voice shaking out of nervousness, worried she might pick up on the way you’re staring at her.

The monitor on your finger beeps and she grabs your hand to read it. The softness of her skin on yours makes you wet, clenching your legs together subtly enough for her to not notice.

It does cause your heart rate to spike, and that doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Well your BPM is a little high…should we try it again?” Giggling at you with an air about her that says she knows exactly what set your heart off.

Bright red grace’s your cheeks, “no no, it’s fine”

“Alright, I’ll step out so you can change.” Leaving as quickly as she came.

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Stripping and putting the gown on, you sit back up on the table, kicking your feet, and leaning forward with your hands on either side of you. Humming the animal crossing theme while you wait.

A soft knock at the door and a “Are you ready for me?” sends a shiver down your spine.

“Yes, come in!” shouted back through the door, maybe a little too loudly.

You shield your face in embarrassment at the unintentional excitement of seeing her again.

The door swings open and she steps through the threshold, now wearing something different. A black wife pleaser with the same slacks and shoes as before, lab coat in hand.

The tanktop hugs her body in an even better way than the turtle neck, exposing her arm muscles and her cleavage.

“See you tomorrow, Chae! Have a good night!” waving off the cute receptionist, fixated on the way her arms were holding her lab coat up.

Her collarbones were immaculate, leading into smooth and creamy skin of her chest that looked so soft. You were tempted to reach out and touch.

Dr. Hirai turns her attention back over to you, catching you staring another time. She smirks before tossing the lab coat to one of the chairs.

“I’m not going to wear that, it’s too hot in here. I know that’s not exactly professional so I hope you’ll forgive me.” playfully said to you while she walks over to the counter where all her instruments were.

“I promise not to tell.”

“...good at keeping secrets then?” grabbing a pair of gloves from the box on the counter before turning around to face you.

Leaning with her back against the counter, legs crossed and slips one glove on with ease.

“Is there anything I should know about before we get started?” snapping the other glove into place and pushing a tray with instruments on it closer to you before she takes a seat on a small gray stool with wheels and scooting over to you.

“I don’t think so.”

“Alright, well if you think of anything, let me know.” tapping your shin to signal you that she was ready for you to lift your legs up into the stirrups.

Doing exactly that immediately, you almost blush at how fast your response time was. Dr. Hirai smirks for an unknown reason before grabbing a bottle of lube and putting some on her latex covered fingers.

“This might be a little cold but I just want to make sure you’re prepared for what’s to come.” reassuring you.

“You can lay back now.” another ask you listen to immediately, trying to get comfortable enough to pretend like there wasn’t an incredibly hot woman between your legs about to shove her fingers inside you.

The cold gel-like substance is spread along your vulva and entrance with a small tease to your hole.

Feeling her run smooth circles around your sex, her fingers brush over your clit and you jolt at the sensation and you can feel yourself getting wet.

“Sensitive, are we?”

“Maybe just a little”

“Don’t worry, most people are. I’m going to slip a finger in now, is that okay?” halting her movements to make sure that you were comfortable.

“Yes, that’s fine.” agreeing to the act.

How are you going to act like you’re fine when she is so ethereal and she’s about to have her fingers inside of you?

How are you going to keep your mind from wandering about what her lips would feel like on you?

Red lipstick marks across your neck while she’s knuckle deep in you playing with your cervix.

Feeling her finger enter you, you clench and she freezes. Giving you a second to adjust.

“Are you okay?” another moment of reassurance.

“Yes, I’m fine.” swallowing to try and regulate your shaky voice and your breathing as she continues to push her finger into you.

Feeling the knuckles on her other finger touch you, she starts to smear the lube around inside of you. Feeling pressure on your g-spot, you furrow your brows. Was she…fingering you?

“I know, I know. It’s just to add a little bit of natural lubrication too. Is that okay?”

“Yes” catching the moan in your throat before it could escape.

“I’m going to add another finger.” this one she slips in without waiting for you to agree, causing you to almost whimper.

“You’re tense.” stoically said to you from between your legs.

“Sorry. I…uhm. I didn’t know that the doctor…I mean..you…would be so…pretty.”

Dr. Hirai lets out the sweetest giggle you’ve ever heard, like music to your ears as she continues to turn and twist her fingers inside of you. Spreading the lubricant around and coating everything she touches.

“That’s cute.” pushing against your g-spot again, this time you do let out a very slight sound that doesn’t go unnoticed.

“What was that?” taunting you, a tone you weren’t expecting her to take.

“Nothing! Nothing.” panicked in your response.

“Sounded like something.” there is now a soft rhythm to the way her fingers are moving.

Feeling the latex of her gloves against you and coated in your slick only makes you enjoy it more, thoroughly drenching her gloves in your essence.

“Alright, I’m going to use the speculum now. It might be uncomfortable but I’ll be as quick as possible.” reaffirming you and letting you know that comfort was her priority.

Dr. Hirai takes the metal device, adds lubricant to it, and slips it inside of you. Involuntarily thrusting your hips down on the cold metal, you hiss at the temperature change, enjoying the iced feeling of the metal being inserted but the good-looking doctor in front of you.

“Seems like we might not have needed that extra lubricant after all.” winking at you before slowly opening the device so she can see your cervix.

Watching her as she removes her hand, you can see a string of your slick attaching her glove to you. This makes you clench around the metal. That also doesn’t go unnoticed.

“You like this, don’t you? Have a thing for doctors?” more teasing and less work now.

She’s got her eyes on you, sliding her fingers together and playing with the slippery mess you left behind on the off-white material.

Dr. Hirai pulls her fingers apart and watches as the slick strings stretch and break between them, smirking while doing so.

“And if I say yes?” challenging her.

Her attention snapping to your face immediately, you get the pleasure of watching her eyes sharpen as she stares daggers into you.

“You know, based on the amount of lubricant you can create with a few small touches, I’d say you’re pretty healthy.” Her hands are now placed on the back of your thighs.

Lifting them up to your chest, the fluorescent lights beaming down on you offers her the view that she *really* wanted.

“I just want to get a good look at what’s inside. One moment please.” holding you in place, making sure you stay exactly where she wants you.

“Everything looks good…but something does seem to be missing…” calmly stated as she looks down and directly into you.

“Can you fix that?” not really caring at what was “missing” just needing her hands to be on you for as long as possible.

“Is that permission to do so?” one eyebrow cocked at you and that same devious smirk from before painted across her face.

“I consent to your terms, *Doctor*.” inflection on the title she had changed her demeanor rapidly.

You are still completely pried open by the device, Dr. Hirai hovers over your entrance and looks right into your eyes.

Keeping eye contact with you, she lets her spit drip right off her tongue and into your pussy.

Feeling the warmth of her saliva deep inside of you sends you reeling. A long, loud, whine following the few gasps made from feeling it trickle down your walls.

Thankfully the receptionist left before this.

“I think we are done with this” tapping on the device and letting the vibrations pleasure you very lightly while you clench around it, absolutely aching for some form of stimulation from her.

“It looks like your muscles are reacting the way they should but I’d like to see that for myself.” removing the device without letting it close all the way, making it sting a little when she takes it out of you.

Aching, you crave the feeling of fullness. Wanting her to be inside of you, you whine- borderline beg her without using your words.

“Don’t whine.” Stoically stated through gritted teeth.

“Stand up.”

Trying to keep your wits about you, you do as you’re told. Standing up next to the table, legs shaking, when she wheels over to you. Dr. Hirai pats her thigh, instructing you to straddle her.

Finding a comfortable place on her thigh, she grabs your forearms and throws them around her neck so you can have some form of leverage. Placing her hands on your waist, she grabs you harshly and pulls you forward. Gliding across her black slacks leaving a glossy trail of cream and wetness along her flexed thigh.

“Look at how wet you’re getting my pants, darling. I bet you can drench them.” guiding you to grind down on her harder than before.

“Be a good girl and make a mess on me, slut.”

Muffling your moans was hard enough but watching her slacks get soaked from you made it even worse. Whining and whimpering at every pass, rubbing your clit on the soft fabric was adding to your hunger for her.

Your hands still around her neck, one of her hands comes up to pinch your nipples through your gown, already hardened from the rough canvas of the gown rubbing up against them.

“You’re so excited for this, aren’t you?” Watching the way you struggle to compose yourself.

“You’ve been dreaming of this, huh? A doctor touching you like this during an exam? Did you ever think this would happen to you today?”

Shaking your head no, trying to focus on what she was saying instead of the pleasure she was giving you was one of the hardest things you’ve ever tried to do, and you were just trying to not seem too fucked out already but her words fade in and out with each grind against her leg.

“Stop.”

Freezing in place, she guides you to stand up.

“Lay down…now.”

Dr. Hirai watches as you quickly lay down on the table again, placing your heels in the stirrups once more and scooting down so your pussy is close to her.

A darkened laugh leaves her lips, the glare only adds to the pathetic demeanor and desire you held for the authority figure in front of you.

She spits on her latex covered fingers and toys with your clit lightly before slowly pushing her digits into you, feeling the stretch of her fingers was enough to send you spiraling.

Harshly pressing two fingers against your G-spot and watching as you clench around her gloved fingers and squirm underneath her.

“I think you can do a little better, baby. Don’t you?” lowering herself slowly to build anticipation of what was about to happen.

“Is this what you want? Hm?” a single sluggish lick up your clit makes both of you moan.

“You taste so good, angel.”

Moaning at the pet name, you grip her hair and push her down into you. Becoming impatient at the lack of her mouth on you.

“That’s not how you ask for that.”

Her hand flies down and smacks you directly on your clit.

“Count them out.” her tone transformed to something stern, cold, and threatening.

Another sharp swat.

“Two” breathed out, trying not to sound like you like it too much.

Another smack, harsher and more rage filled.

“Three” wincing at the growing sting between your legs.

The next slap was the hardest of them all, splattering your slick on her forearms and your thighs, radiating through your entire body - sparks catching fire to every nerve you have.

“*Fuck*- Four” Gasping and muffling a groan that was stuck in your throat, unwilling to admit how much this was pushing you into a subspace.

“Good girl…you are my good girl, aren’t you?” quizzically spoken to you in a tranquil manner that sent you spiraling, the sweet and aggressive combination was enough to drive you mad.

“J-Just want to be your good girl, Doctor.” Nodding your head aggressively and trying to keep your word steady, you’d let her do whatever she wanted to.

Dr. Hirai’s fingers are still inside of you, pumping in and out much faster than before. Unable to help yourself, you buck your hips with the tempo she’s keeping for you.

“I think maybe we should check your pulse again” keeping her fingers inside of you while she stands, reaching up to wrap your hands around your throat and pulling you up by your neck.

Face to face with you, merely centimeters apart, she just can’t contain herself. Roughly kissing you, forcing her tongue in your mouth and growling into you with primal need.

Dr. Hirai removes her hand from your neck, grabs the collar of the gown and forcefully tugs down, ripping it right down the middle all the way down. Splitting the fabric into two pieces and letting it fall down the sides of the table.

Writhing underneath her touch, you can’t contain the sounds your lungs have been trying to choke back this entire time.

The belligerence in her movements makes you want to spread your legs and let her bruise you from the inside. Your hands are grasping at her, desperately trying to pull her closer to you.

Removing her fingers out of your pussy, she takes her glove off slowly being sure to leave the slick covered side out and in your view.

Walking over to the side of you, she hoists her leg over your thighs and straddles you. Grabbing your neck again, pulling you up so your faces almost touch, she utters a single phrase:

“*Open.”*

Without hesitation, you open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Her hand tightening around your throat, she spits right into your mouth before shoving the cum covered latex into your mouth.

“Maybe this will keep my whore quiet while I use her anyway I want.”

Her hand cocks back only to swing forward and connect with your cheek, the slap makes your ears ring, eyes to water, and your pussy gush, absolutely drenching the leather of the table you were preoccupying.

“The slut likes to be used, doesn’t she?” another slap across the face, this one hard enough for your tears to fly off your cheeks.

Leaning forward to pepper small light pecks down your neck, she takes a moment to admire you before she bites down into your chest, leaving massive bruised bite marks in her wake across your tits and neck.

“We will make sure everyone who sees these marks knows who you belong to, won’t we?”

Letting go of your neck, she gripped you with such force that it left a handprint across the front of your throat. Allowing your airways to clear enough for you to catch your breath and your tears to clear, momentarily.

Dr. Hirai stands and walks over to a locked drawer on the far left of the cabinets meant for tools, medical instruments and sterile objects, unlocking the door and pulling a large strap out of one of the drawers closer to the bottom, along with something else you couldn’t really make out.

Eye widened by not only the length but the girth…was that supposed to go inside you?

“Let’s see how much my slut can really handle.” removing her shirt and tossing it at you so it lands right in between your legs.

While you're staring at the shirt just stripped from her when you hear a faint jingling sound coming from Dr. Hirai across the room. Looking over to find her removing her belt from her slacks before letting the black pants fall to her ankles and hit the floor with a splat, still soaked from your “dry” humping.

She steps out of the trousers and fixes the strap to her waist. Walking over to you while fixing her belt so that it creates two loops, folding it into itself. She motions for you to put your wrists together between the two of you before slipping them over your hands and locking you into submission.

“No fights for me? Are you that much of a slut that you just let any doctor tie you up? Or is this just for me?” Antagonistically grabbing your face, chin resting in her palm, squeezing the sides of your cheeks with aggression.

“I don’t think anyone will touch you but me after today. They’ll know you’re owned, isn’t that right?” Bringing a black collar with pink accents up to your throat and fastening it one notch tighter than it should be.

A matching black leash falls to your side after she closes the latch around the ring on the leather.

Unable to respond, the glove gagging you stopped most coherent phrases from leaving your mouth, not that you were having them.

Watching as she reaches into her bra, pulling out a condom and ripping it open with her teeth. Sliding the blue colored latex onto the strap, up and over the tip and down to the base.

Reaching around her back and unclipping her bra and letting her breast free, you reach out to try and touch them with your hands still bound. She slaps your hand away from her and scowls, picking up your leash and harshly tugging on it.

“Don’t! You don’t have permission for that, slut” the tone of her voice makes you clench around nothing, aching for something- anything from her.

“Tell me, whore. Who do you belong to?” lifting the head of the strap and letting the weight of it slap down on your already swollen clit.

She’s very aware you can’t answer because of the makeshift gag shoved down your throat, she’s intentionally taunting you.

“Look how my toy drips for me” grinding her strap up and admiring the sounds of the ridges sliding up against your slick, dragging the head painfully slow down your folds watching you squirm underneath her.

Lifting your hips up against her, you try to catch the strap with your entrance but her hand pushes you down against the table by your abdomen and tugs on your leash again.

Leaning into you, she pushed the strap against your swollen bud with more force before while maliciously whispering: “Desperate pathetic cum slut can’t even beg it, too busy gagged on my glove covered in her own cum, huh?”

Involuntarily rocking your hips forward from pure need, whimpering, you watch as she pulls the straps harness to the side and starts gathering her own slick on her fingers.

“The sounds you make are so fucking divine, angel. Even being gagged, my whore makes the prettiest sounds” taking the hand Dr. Hirai had between her legs, she pulled the latex out of your mouth only to replace it with her slick covered fingers, forcing them into the back of your throat causing you to gag.

Without warning, she slides her strap into you. Slightly stretching you out as it pushes against your entrance before she slid her fingers from your mouth, down to the collar and grips it hard.

“Please, please, please” begging her to slam into you harshly.

Dr. Hirai takes her gloved hand and swings it down, cruelly slapping your breast, matching the movement she made of slamming into you. Much like her previous slaps, escalating in aggression with each pass.

She grabs your bound hands, bending them at your elbows and pushing them down into your chest to hold you in place. Slithering her torso between your legs and fixing her own elbows on your arms, her hands wrap around your throat on top of your collar, leaving the leash to hang.

“Can you take this, whore? Can you handle my fucking strap?” beginning to jackhammer into you, bruising your cervix more and more with each thrust.

The way her hips rut give a tinge of pain mixed in with the euphoria, Dr. Hirai is grinding into you and holding you down, overpowering you and forcing you to take her deeper and deeper with every single thrust.

The feeling is too overstimulating for you to try and hold back, you’re struggling underneath her and trying to escape the sensations, practically screaming under her.

“Fucking hold still!” Dr. Hirai pulls out of you entirely, hitting every single sweet spot inside you and causing you to squirt all over her stomach and thighs, a surprise orgasm even you didn’t see coming.

“Did you just cum without permission?!” Anger in her eyes, brows furrowed as she snarls the phrase.

*Uh oh.*

Scoffing at your body’s act of defiance, she violently flips you over so you are face down on the table. Feeling her lift your hips, she holds your ass up by the waist.

Getting up on the table with you, scooting you forward so she has room to kneel behind you.

A thick *smack* rings out, one after another after another before you can even register that she’s smacking your ass. Trying to turn your head to see her, she palms the back of your head and slams you back down into the table.

“Don’t *fucking* move.” hand firmly pushing you down into the table, you groan at the feeling of the dripping strap between your legs grazing your clit so gently, it takes everything you have not to thrust your hips down on it.

Feeling the head of the strap touch your folds, her fingers press down on your clit and start circling at a steady pace before she dips the tip into you and pulls out again, pulling your leash taut while she does it.

Elastic snaps a few times behind you, turning you head slightly you see the blue condom on her fingers before she brings them back to your cunt, circling your clit again before slamming into you once more.

The gasp you let out from the borderline excruciating feeling of being stretched. The thickness of the strap slipping in and out of you was almost too much to bear, pain and pleasure mixing into a deliciously messy cocktail and dripping everywhere.

“No cumming until I say so, understand?” feeling the second one building up already, you know she’s planning on dragging it out and making you suffer.

The feeling of her rubbing your clit and the strap hitting your G-spot was enough to throw you overboard.

No thoughts only Dr. Hirai and the way she’s ruining you from the inside out.

Her teeth dig into your back, leaving more bruises along your spine when you feel her pick up her pace even more.

Labored efforts push it as deep as it would go, she’s huffing into your skin and making it hard for you to control yourself.

“Please, can I cum? Please let me fucking cum!” begging for permission you knew you weren’t going to get.

Dr. Hirai pulls out of you completely, removes her hands from you, and slaps your clit so hard you jump and yanks so hard on your leash that you gag.

“Cum around my strap then, whore!” bottoming out completely inside of you.

Seeing stars, almost blacking out, you gush around her strap - drenching her and everything around the both of you.

The rapturous orgasm takes every bit of energy you have, turning heat into relaxation and horny-ness into a sleepy aftermath.

The only thing is, Dr. Hirai didn’t stop. Continuously thrusting into you at a deadly pace, overstimulating every part of your body to the point of pain.

“Wait…wai-”

“Shut the fuck up and sit still like a good whore. You aren’t finished until you’re bred full, do you fucking understand me, bitch?” holding you down with all her strength and slapping your ass as hard as she can for pushing back.

Unable to help yourself, you writhe underneath her. Dr. Hirai has had enough of your brattiness it would seem so she leans back and grabs something off the tray.

Laying all her weight on top of you, you feel something cold across your neck.

“I said, Dont. Fucking. Move.”

Pumping into you furiously with something at your throat, you try to hold as still as possible while she uses you like a toy. Hearing her panting behind you, you can tell she’s close.

“Need. To. F-Fill. My favorite. *Fu-uck-ing.* Toy. Need to. Breed. What’s. ***Mine.***” ****the breathy voice and her strokes in and out of you make you clench around her strap, making it hard for her to thrust.

One of her hands leaves you for a moment and when it’s placed back where it was, there’s a chill of bulbous plastic between her palm and your skin. Pushing it down as she thrusts into you…you now realize what’s happening.

That’s when you feel it, the warmth hitting your cervix and filling you as she came, squeezing the pump to fill you. Feeling it drip out of you was comparable to heaven, it has you gasping and cumming around her for the third time on this “normal” doctor's visit.

Both of you just trying to catch your breath, you hear metal clattering on the floor. Looking over to find a scalpel spinning from the inertia of being dropped from the lifted table.

“Did you hold a fucking scalpel to my throat?” glaring back at her, wide eyed and suddenly wet again.

“Maybe I did, but you loved it didn’t you, Mrs. Hirai?”

Completely gobsmacked at what your wife had just done, not thinking she’d ever go through with the one kink she’d always been so apprehensive about. All you can do is smile at her, knowing that she wanted to please you in any way she could.

“And an ejaculating strap too? Trying to satiate that breeding kink of yours or what?” Giggled out at she lays those feather light pecks on your collar bone.

“Maybe…or maybe I just wanted to claim you even more, hm?” Resting her head on your chest and lightly pushing her hips forward to press against your cervix again.

“So what do you want for dinner, baby?” She asks as you play with some of the locks of hair that loosened from her bun.

Suddenly she stand and starts pulling out of you, watching the cum leak out and humming with pride at the mess she’s made.

“Hot pot?” suggested through your clenched teeth, the emptiness you feel is louder than any other urge your body has.

The feeling of Momo pulling her strap out of you made you want to go another round and fight the hunger and sleep that was rearing its head.

“Sounds good, baby. Let me just…clean up a little. I didn’t expect you to make such a mess on this new strap.”

“How can I not when my beautiful wife is the one who’s wearing it?” winking at her seductively.

Momo giggles at you, rolling her eyes before kissing your forehead and going to get some sanitizer to clean up the mixture of fluids that you’d left all over the ground, the table, and most surfaces.

When she returns, she sets it all down and reaches out for you, pulling you into a hug and just holds you for a moment.

“Thank you for always being such a good girl for me, baby.” laying sweet pecks all over your cheeks and jaw.

“You did so good for me.” kissing you on the lips and beaming at you, strap still attached to her.

Meanwhile, your legs are jelly and your eyes are heavy. Your stomach growls at her loudly.

“And…when we get home from dinner I’ll make you a bath, just how you like.” Quickly starting to mop and disinfect the floor to rush, knowing you’re hungry after all she just put you through.

“And if you’re good at dinner…I’ll ruin you again when we get home.” Winking and continuing to clean up.

Slipping your clothes back on, you can help but admire your beautiful wife as she washes your cum off the floor.

Giggling at that thought, you walk up to her and lean into her. Momo smiles, pausing what she’s doing, and rests her head on yours before kissing it lightly.

“Maybe not ruin” the soreness is starting to creep in.

“Oop” Momo holds in a laugh, knowing she did well was something she always wanted.

“I’m a little sore…maybe just…” wedging yourself between her and the table she just devoured you on.

Grabbing her hands and tugging her close, you can feel her smile as your lips connect again gently.

“…something a little softer, hm?” Another light peck and a smile from her.

“Whatever you want, my love.” Momo tilts your head up with her fingers and kisses you one last time before continuing on her cleaning spree.

It didn’t take long for her to be finished and dressed again. This time in sweat pants she must’ve brought over to work with her this morning.

“Nice pants.” Winking at her and grabbing her hand as you walk through the building to the front door.

“Thanks. I had on some slacks earlier but someone made a mess on them.” Looking over at you and nudging you with her elbow.

Giggling as you get to the car, you can’t help but swoon at her.

The perfect wife…

And a damn good doctor.

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