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Reader: AFAB!reader
Character: Hongo
Kink: #18 Glove Kink
Prompt: #13 "Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

Summary: You ask for a private examination from Hongo after he offers to teach you how to do a self-breast exam. Things don't exactly go as you expected.

Content Notes: use of restraints, light medical references, latex gloves, teasing, vaginal fingering, non-gendered pet names, vaginal sex, soft dom threatening to go hard >.>

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

First time writing Hongo - LET'S GO \o/

Hongo had you laid out on the examination table. It was short, the pull outs that made it long enough for most of the crew were tucked away, stirrups in place at the ends. Your feet were in them, and medical cuffs held your arms in place at the sides of the table. He'd put a roll of towels under your shoulders, pushing your chest up into the air and forcing your gaze toward the back wall.

You weren't technically uncomfortable. You could lift your head to look around, but you could barely see past your breasts and shoulders, especially since the table was tucked into a corner, limiting your options even more. You could remove your feet from the stirrups, but your options were limited again with your wrists bound to the exam table.

Hongo leans over you with a smile, snapping a latex glove onto his hand. "Nervous?" He questions.

You feel the blood rush into your face, but you shake your head. "Not... not in a bad way." You admit quietly.

He gives you a wink. "That's my sweet." Leaning down he kisses you gently as his hands rest on your bare shoulders. Leaning back he begins to press and caress your skin, leaning over you and working slowly down your arms.

"Just relax. I'll take care of everything." He says, grinning down at you as his fingers wander back up your arms.

He runs his fingers back up to your shoulders, pressing along your collarbone a little before dragging his hands down your chest. His fingers press against your sides, leaving warmth against your bare body. It was your suggestion that he give you a full body exam, eyes shy, after he'd said something about showing you how to do a self-breast exam.

"Why stop there?"

Three words were all it took for the conversation to end up here.

His hands move down your sides and then his pressing and caressing pattern comes up to the front of your stomach. He's purposefully dodging all the places you wanted him to touch you. All the places he knew you wanted him to touch you.

"Hongo, please." You say softly, waist twisting under his fingers.

"Something doesn't feel right?" He questions. You can hear the devious smile on his lips in the tone of his words. "Perhaps if you told me where to examine you."

"It's... I mean... you, um, sk-skipped my breasts." You manage the words, fingers clenched against the side of the table.

"... Oh, I suppose I did." He teases, cupping your breasts in his hands, running his thumbs along their curves. His fingers pushed against your flesh, dancing around your hardening nipples with aggravatingly smooth skill.

"There we go," he offers, moving back to your stomach and working his way slowly toward your thighs. The pressing of his fingers felt exactly like what he did for a legitimate exam, and you realized you might have a hard time going through one of them for real after this.

His fingers push lightly on the front of your hips, caressing the lines that connected your thighs to your torso. You bite your lips and clench your fists to keep from crying out at the light sensation, your legs twitching a little in the stirrups.

"Any issues, (Y/N)?" He questions and you shake your head a little letting a tight negative sound into the air. You didn't trust your voice to be able to answer him any clearer than that.

"Hmm. Alright. I'm going to step between your legs now, is that okay?"

You nod.

"What was that? I couldn't see." He says in the same teasing tone he used earlier.

"Yeah.. YES!" You say, nearly squeaking the word out. You could feel your heartbeat quickening. You were certain Hongo knew exactly how embarrassed you were right now.

"Hopeful little thing, aren't you?" Hongo mutters, breaking his character for a second as his gloved hands grab onto your toes. He massages your feet lightly for a moment before his hands move to your ankles. He's pressing and caressing less than he was before, and you imagine his patience is running as thin as yours.

His hands reach your knees and go from the tops of your legs to the undersides. He massages the backs of your thighs causing your body to shiver as the pleasurable sensation rolls through you. You shiver against the restraints holding you, gasping in a breath as he lifts your legs out of the stirrups and puts them against his shoulders.

"So far you are the picture of health," he muses, kissing your ankles softly as he pushes your legs back. You feel a gloved hand against the curve of your ass, caressing your skin gently as his fingers move slowly toward the very destination you've been dying for him to touch.

"Though, I'm concerned that if we don't stop this leak," he muses, pushing his middle finger into your pussy and listening to you gasp as you twitch at the intrusion. "You might become dehydrated."

He twists his finger around inside you, sliding his index finger in along with the long middle finger. "Hmm... it seems to be getting worse." He teases, curling his fingers and starting to hit your sensitive spots on purpose.

"This place seems to make you convulse involuntarily." He muses before twisting his fingers and pushing them deeper. "This just seems to dehydrate you faster."

"Haa-Hongo! Please!" You cry out, looking up just enough to be able to meet his eyes. "Please I can't – I can't take it anymore, just, please!"

Hongo chuckles, pulling his fingers free and gripping your ankles, stepping forward and pressing his erection against you. "Far be it from me to deny you any longer." He says, voice full of grit and need.

He spreads your legs, pushing against you, leaning over you and reaching under you so he can adjust the towels, bringing your chest down and cushioning your head.

"There's that face I want to see." He says, lining himself up with you, pushing in slowly as he watches every twitch and gasp fall from your lips. "My perfect little impatient patient." He teases as he fills you up.

"I did... didn't think... you'd spend so long," you gasp as his gloved hands begin to tease your nipples, pinching and rolling them between the wet and sticky latex. "T-teasing me."

"I planned to tease you far longer." He replies dangerously. "I wanted you crying and drooling on my table." His hips thrust into you, his pace picking up as he talks. "A complete and utter mess, babbling in exhausted tongues just for me."

You whimper. Hongo's kind eyes are sharp and hard right now and some part of you is worried he's going to stop and do all he's promising before you get any relief.

"But having you like this for the first time's made me impatient." He purrs, one hand moving down your stomach until his thumb starts to press and swirl against your clit. "Don't worry though. Next time, my sweet, I'll take care of you

All.

Day."