#Leading Gynecologist doctor

[sthi99]

Gynecology Hospital in Chennai | Best Gynecologist doctor in Chennai | Sakthi Hospital Chennai

Sakthi hospital holds its dedicated Department Of Obstetrics And Gynecology established with the motto to impart the best treatment in delivering and postpartum care over decades.. Sakthi hospital provides best in class maternity and pregnancy care in Chennai. Our doctors work in collaboration with other departments so that the patients receive 360 degree care.

[deepamhospitals]

Deepam Hospitals is a leading healthcare provider in India, with a focus on providing quality medical services to all patients. At Deepam Hospitals, patients can expect to receive the latest and most advanced medical treatments and procedures, delivered by a team of highly skilled and experienced healthcare professionals. The hospital offers a wide range of medical services, including general medicine, surgery, cardiology, orthopedics, neurology, oncology, and gynecology.In addition to its comprehensive medical services, Deepam Hospitals also places a strong emphasis on patient comfort and convenience. Patients are provided with private rooms, high-quality meals, and access to entertainment and other amenities to make their stay as comfortable as possible.

[marvelfilth]

Professional help (18+)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader, Wanda Maximoff x f!reader, brief mention of Peter Quill x f!reader

Warnings: AU, gynecologist!Natasha, assistant!Wanda, smut, oral, fingering, cheating, Peter being an asshole

Summary: your boyfriend makes you see a doctor to get yourself "fixed", luckily Natasha and Wanda know exactly what to do

A/n: I'm not a doctor, so bear with me pls

Masterlist

You sit in the waiting room, anxiously waiting for your name to be called. Your leg bounces rapidly against the marble tiles of the clinic, drawing the attention of other patients. You cross your legs, sanding a sheepish smile to an old lady who's been eyeing you for the last few minutes, wishing your boyfriend just stayed with you like he promised he would.

He's the one who made the appointment after all.

You sigh for a hundredths time and check your watch, debating on leaving. Peter will be disappointed, sure, perhaps even mad, but you still can't stomach the idea of admitting something so embarrassing to a stranger.

You've been dating for almost six months now, and after a lot of persuasion on his part, you've finally allowed him to take your virginity. Your jaw clenches when you remember the night. It was very romantic, sure, the wine was expensive and as old as your grandma, the food was delicious and his jokes were perfectly timed, but when it came down to it, you were both left disappointed.

Peter is attractive, sexy, and you know any girl would kill to be in your place, but when he took off his clothes and climbed on top of your naked body you couldn't feel a thing. You went to sleep unsatisfied. He went to sleep with a bruised ego and a promise of getting you right the next time.

And now you're here, ready to see a gynecologist, because there has to be something wrong with your body, there's no other explanation.

"Y/n Y/l/n?" A voice pulls you out of your head.

You look up to see a young woman, smiling down at you politely, her green eyes sparkling in the blinding lighting of the hospital.

"Yes?" You speak up hesitantly, torn between following the woman and trying to make it for the door.

Her smile turns genuine. "Follow me."

You walk behind the woman, your eyes pinned to the intricate braid, strands of brown hair clinging to her neck. You swallow, looking away. It's definitely not the time to stare at a pretty woman. She leads you to the last door down the hall, opening it and following behind you once you step in.

"Take a seat." She gestures at the chair in front of the doctors desk. You swallow nervously when you notice a gynecological chair behind a folding screen.

The woman squeezes your shoulder

"Don't be nervous. Dr. Romanoff will take good care of you," she says with conviction. For some reason it helps you relax, your shoulders dropping. "My name's Wanda," she says, "I'm Dr. Romanoff's assistant. I'll be here the whole time."

You gulp. "Like… the whole time?"

She smiles, mirth flickers in her eyes.

"Yes, the whole time." Another voice enters the conversation and you crane your neck to see the woman striding into the room to take place in the white leather chair behind the desk. "Is there a problem with that?"

She eyes you intently. You feel like it doesn't matter what your answer will be, Wanda will stay either way. And now, looking at the stern looking woman you feel like you'll need Wanda's soft reassurance. Maybe that's why she's here in the first place.

You shake your head at last, not trusting your voice not to waver.

"Good. Now tell me what's bothering you." The redhead flickers through your medical file, barely sparing you a glance.

You look at Wanda for help and she sends you an encouraging smile, her hand sliding lower down your arm. "Um…" you start, not sure how to broach the subject. "Well, you see, me and my boyfriend, we-" you swallow nervously, and Wanda takes hold of your hand, squeezing your fingers reassuringly. "We've been intimate… a few times. But it seems there's something wrong. With me, I mean." You cringe, biting your lip.

You can feel their gazes on you.

Dr. Romanoff's eyes narrow dangerously and you feel like getting up and running away.

"What do you mean by that, sweetheart?" Wanda asks, her breath fanning your ear.

You gather your courage and meet her eyes. "I can't- I can't finish." Now that you've started, the words come out easily. "I mean, it doesn't bother me, not really, but my boyfriend-"

"It doesn't bother you?" Dr. Romanoff cuts you off. You feel small under her eyes, ready to fold in on yourself.

"N-no?"

She sighs heavily and closes her eyes for a moment. You feel like a child about to get scolded.

"So you're here because your boyfriend can't make you come." The words leave her mouth the second her eyes open.

You flinch, scooting deeper into your seat. Wanda wraps her other arm around your shoulder, softly nudging you to continue.

"He- he told me he's never had that problem before, and I… well, when I tried it myself, you know…" You look at Wanda and she nods in understanding. "It didn't work either, so he must be right. Can you help me?" Your cheeks are crimson red by now, you can feel how hot your face is.

Dr. Romanoff stands up abruptly, making you flinch. She walks behind the folding screen and you can hear her fiddling with something. Wanda squeezes your shoulders reassuringly and tells you to follow her. You do so without a second thought.

"Take off your clothes," Dr. Romanoff says, settling on a rolling stool.

You gulp, folding your arms in front of your chest. "A- all of them?"

Dr. Romanoff looks like she wants to roll her eyes before stopping herself and looking at Wanda, her brow quirking. You can feel Wanda inhale sharply behind you.

"Yes, sweetheart, all of them." Her tone's urgent. "You need a thorough examination."

Dr. Romanoff smirks at that, shaking her head almost unnoticeably.

"You heard her." She nods at you.

You look around for a spot to undress, but figure it doesn't matter if they'll see you naked anyway, so you hesitantly start to undress under their scrutinizing eyes.

"Let me help." Wanda's fingers skimp over your skin as she helps you take off your bra, your nipples hardening from the cold. Dr. Romanoff's eyes dart to your pebbled skin, her lips parting slightly.

And then Wanda cups your breasts from behind you, whispering, "I'll start right now, okay?"

You can only manage a small nod.

Dr. Romanoff must've noticed the state you're in, because suddenly she's kneeling in front of you, tugging down your pants along with your underwear, humming at the sight of a string of your slick connecting to your panties.

You close your eyes in embarrassment.

She cups your face. "No need for that, angel. You're doing good."

You shudder at the tone of her voice, slurty and breathy. Having no idea on why your body is reacting this way, you lean back against Wanda, granting her more acces. She massages your breasts, kneading and tugging until you're left breathless.

Then, as quickly as she came, she pulls away and nudges you into the other woman's arms. Dr. Romanoff leads you to sit on the chair and you swallow your embarrassment when she spreads your legs and puts them on the knee rest, sliding between your legs on her rolling chair.

You look away, wincing.

"It's okay, sweetheart," Wanda whispers from your side, taking hold of your hand, "Natasha is best at what she's doing."

You breathe out.

You think her name fits her very well.

"How long does it usually take?" You ask, not daring to look away from Wanda.

Faint scraping noises sound around the room as Natasha writes something down in your chart, humming in thought. She hasn't touched you, not yet.

"Not long, usually, but you're here for a special reason, aren't you? So it's going to take a bit longer," Wanda says quietly.

You nod in understanding, finally looking down to meet Natasha's eyes. She's holding a speculum. You shudder, backing away. Wanda pins you in place with a strong grip on your shoulders.

"Please, don't. Can you use something else?" You ask. Biting down on your lip, you look at the redhead pleadingly. The last time a doctor used that thing on you, you were hurting for days.

"I don't think there's anything else I can use. I promise I'll be gentle," she tries to reassure you, but you shake your head no, gripping Wanda's hand fighter.

"Please, just use something else. There should be something else, right?" You plead.

Natasha's eyes flicker to Wanda, a silent question swimming in the emerald pools. After a tense moment she gives the younger woman a brief nod. She slides away and Wanda leaves your side, taking Natasha's place between your legs.

Dr. Romanoff takes hold of your face, gaining your attention. "My assistant needs some hands-on practice and this is a perfect occasion, since you're adamant about the speculum. You don't mind her using her fingers, do you?" She rubs your chin gently, coaxing you to agree.

You wet your lips, feeling your pussy clench in anticipation. Natasha's eyes follow your tongue, her pupils dilating. You nod your consent and Wanda wastes no time in spreading your folds open and teasing your entrance. Your hips jolt violently.

"Try to keep still, sweetheart, or we'll have to restrain you." Wanda fingers glide around your folds, barely grazing your clit and you're already drenched and gasping for air. "You're doing good so far, angel, keep it up." Wanda smiles softly, gently easing one of her fingers inside.

You bite back a moan, gripping the cushion below you with all of your strength. Natasha keeps taking notes, occasionally glancing down at your pussy and exchanging quiet words with Wanda.

Wanda's finger pumps into you at a gentle pace, hitting a soft spot deep inside of you.

You didn't even know you could feel that good.

When her finger curls you let out a loud moan. Your hand flies down to take hold of Wanda's, but it's intercepted by Natasha's, who pins you back down with surprising strength.

"You're not allowed to move, remember?" She scolds. You nod dumbly and relax in her hold. She nods in satisfaction and looks at Wanda. "One more."

Wanda obeys and slides two fingers in the next thrust, pushing down on your hips with her other hand. You try not to squirm, but your legs still shake from the way her fingers curl inside you. Your eyes begin to water as your stomach tightens, you feel like you're about to explode.

"How does that feel?" Natasha's whispers against the shell of your ear, her hair tickling your neck.

"G-good, so good," you whine, desperately clutching the chair.

"Mhm," she hums, putting her hands on either side of your breasts, rubbing the skin in soft circles. "You're taking Wanda so well, kotenok. Make me proud and hold it for me, okay?" She asks as her hands cup your breasts, pressing down on your nipples.

You don't have to ask to know what it means, you just shake your head desperately, not daring to touch her. Tears gather in the corners of your eyes, making your vision blur.

"Please, Natasha, pl- ah!" You cry out when Wanda adds another finger, stretching you out deliciously. She thrusts into you hard and fast, making your body move up on the chair. "I can't-" you bite down on your lip, pleading Natasha with your eyes. "Please, let me come."

The doctor chuckles with mirth, rolling your nipples between her defty fingers. "Stop."

Wanda pulls away immediately, making you whimper. You want to cry out, you want to tug her back, but you do none of these things, obediently laying back and waiting for Natasha's instructions.

You pussy clenches around nothing while Natasha takes her time stepping around you and taking Wanda's place, the younger woman coming to stand near your head, wiping her fingers.

"Natasha's gonna take a good look at your pussy, sweet girl, just don't move."

Dr. Romanoff's fingers slide in without any struggle, immediately making you whine and buckle your hips in her hold. She spreads her fingers inside you, opening you up even more and you feel like you're about to burst from the stretch. You moan loudly when she adds a third finger.

"Keep quiet," she says, pinching your inner thigh.

You swallow back moans as she starts circling your clit with her thumb, the added pressure sending shivers down your spine.

"Such a perfect body," Wanda murmurs, trailing her fingers down the length of your torso. "You deserve to be worshiped." She leans down and licks a long stripe from your ribs to the underside of your breast, sucking the tender skin there.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your fingers burying in her brown locks. She hums softly as her arm slides along your waist, holding you tight.

Natasha doesn't waste another second waiting and sets a rough pace, thrusting her finger deep and spreading them with each thrust. "Look at you, malyshka, your greedy pussy is swallowing my fingers," she smirks, bending down to kiss your inner thigh.

"Natasha!" You cry out loudly, your back arching. Lips wrap around your nipple, sucking gently, and you choke on your moan, your pussy clenching around Natasha's slender fingers.

"You're doing good, baby, so good," Wanda mumbles around the pebbled skin, "You deserve to be filled to the brim. Fuck, you'd look so pretty with both of us deep inside you, sweetheart."

Your hips buckle to meet Natasha's thrusts and this time she doesn't stop you. She curls her fingers, hitting a spot you didn't even know existed and you come, your orgasm hitting you hard as spots of white cloud your vision.

Natasha's fingers don't stop moving inside you, if anything she thrusts faster, rougher, your sensitive clit pulsing rapidly.

"We're not done until I say we're done, got it?" She leans down to wrap her lips around your bundle of nerves and sucks, fingers moving inside you with a violent pace.

Wanda releases your nipple with a wet pop and focuses her attention on your neck, teeth leaving purplish marks on the tender skin. You cry out, another orgasm fast approaching and Wanda pulls you into a bruising kiss, your moans disappearing between her full lips as Natasha licks long stripes up your slit.

"You're doing so good, baby. Fuck I want to make a mess of your pretty face, sweetheart," Wanda whines and takes hold of your hand, pushing it past the waistband of her scrubs. You follow her lead and soon your fingers disappear in her wet heat. She gasps and bends to rest her weight on you as you quickly pump your fingers inside her.

Natasha pulls away to admire the scene in front of her, fingers lazily circling your clit before she plunges four of her fingers back inside, stretching you to the brim. Your back arches as you moan loudly, clenching around slender fingers. Wanda comes with you, burrowing her face into your neck as you both come down your high, gasping for air.

Dr. Romanoff presses a kiss to your thigh before gently prying strands of hair away from your face. "We'll have to schedule a follow up appointment, kitten."

[onyourmarkks]

check up (L.Jeno)

pairing: jeno x fem! reader

synopsis: reader has her first time at the gynecologist..jeno just happens to be her doctor who takes advantage.

genre: smut | MINORS DNI plz

warnings: sex, advantage taking??? eating out.

It was your first time at a gynecologist, you were nervous obviously, you’ve seen videos of the tools they use that look like they can split you into two, it was nerve wracking, you sat in the office, waiting to be called. your leg bounced in anticipation, feeling strange in this setting and situation.

Once your name was called you were lead to the room, and instructed to remove your lower half clothing, “dr. lee will be in, in just a minute” the nurse said in a deadpan tone to you.

you removed your lower half and sat on the chair, looking at the stirrups, wondering if your legs can even go that high.

you were silently panicking, when the door opened.. revealing a doctor… a male…doctor, this only made you freak out even more, i thought only women could get this job? you thought to yourself, “hi, you must be, y/n…dr lee” he said extending his hand for you to shake it, he spoke your name dragged out, almost as if he was testing it out.

“hi nice to meet you” you said shaking his hand, feeling it calloused almost, ‘probably from med school’ you thought to yourself. “first time here?” he asked noticing your nervous exterior, helping your legs into the stirrups, “yeah” you said breathily, letting him help you. jeno internally exploded into confetti, grinning to himself, “don’t worry..” he said lifting your gown up, exposing your cunt to him.

“looks.. fantastic” he said brushing his thumb against your clit, making you jump, “sorry i’m so sorry” you say apologizing because you felt embarrassed “no need to worry… tell me..y/n.. have you ever had intercourse before?” jeno asked spreading your folds, tempted to insert a finger into your begging hole.

“n-no, never” you answer, trying your best not to moan or make any type of sexual sounds, “i see, i see, does this feel okay?” he tempts, inserting his index finger into you, you gasp, not sure if this is apart of the exam “is..is this apart of the exam?” you breathe out, fighting back a moan. “of course, why wouldn’t it be? i’m being professional, ms y/n” he says smirking to himself as he responds to you.

“o-oh.. okay.. i’m sorry” you respond feeling embarrassed that you questioned his professionalism, “no problem, now tell me how…this feels” he says inserting another finger, giggling to himself “oh my god” you say slapping your hand on your mouth to avoid humiliating yourself “good…so good” you mumble the last part he hums as he shoves his finger back and forth.

at one point, he attaches his mouth to your cunt, and that’s when you realize this isn’t apart of your check up, but he was hot. “fuck..” you say gripping his hair as he flicks your clit with his tongue.

“this is gonna be our last test..” he says standing up, unbuttoning his pants, his white coat maximizing his huge frame, “doing okay, miss y/n?” he asks, awaiting for your approval, you nod, looking up at him, he grins as he pulls out his hardened cock, “such a oblivious slut huh?” he says rubbing his cock against your folds gathering up your wetness, you could only whine against his touches. “come on pretty…cat got your tongue?” he asks, with an eye smile, tapping your cheeks “n-no, sorry” you reply opening your mouth to speak more.

jeno inserts his thick cock head into your entrance, making you almost scream he was internally thanking the lord for you to be his last patent and his nurses went home after they brought you in.

“such a…tight pussy..” he says as the thrusts into you at a steady pace, making you slide back and forth on the table, the paper crumbling beneath you.

you sat up on your elbows to look at him, whimpering and whining “more..” you say hoarsely, jeno grins and obliges and moves your legs to an angle where he can access you deeper.

you feel him hit you deeper, your cunt swallowing and sucking him so well, “so good, dr lee..” you gasp and cover your mouth, your hand reaching to touch his v-line, “such a good pussy…you like getting fucked like this? by your doctor? you’re such a whore..letting anyone fuck you” he grunts out through his thrusts, his degrading only making you wetter.

“dr lee…” you whine as you feel something unfamiliar in your stomach, almost as if you have to pee? “i have to pee dr lee.. please” you moan as he chuckles at your words, “pee? silly girl. you’re gonna cum” he says rubbing your clit with his thumb, you thrash around on the table as you cum, feeling yourself explode.

“shit shit” jeno says as he shoots his thick load into you, giving you one full push to make sure his cum is buried, “your exam is complete, miss y/n. you’re healthy..very healthy” he says grinning pulling out of you and zipping his pants up.

“should we schedule our next meeting?” he says washing his hands at the sink, looking at you through the mirror “yeah..” you breathe out, absolutely fanned out, “i’ll see you” he says slipping a piece of paper next to you, and he exits the room, bidding you well.

the paper read

‘need to see that pussy again.. call me

-jeno’

with his number attached

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man i love jeno… thanks for 100 followers! love u

[exhaslo]

Kinktober Day 28-Gynecologist!Miguel x Nervous!Reader (Teasing/Fingering)

*Requested by reader ;) Also, early update due to working both jobs tmw*

        It was that time of year again for you. It was always a nerve racking experience since you always worried about anything being wrong with you. After a long shower, you changed into a fresh pair of clothing, ready for your appointment. The fear of you smelling or sweating or anything for that matter made you nervous. It was just a regular checkup. Nothing changed from last year, so there was going to be nothing wrong.

        Besides, your friend, Lyla, worked at the gynecologist as an assistant. She always helped you calm down. Lyla even tried to set you up with one of her friends. A handsome man named, Miguel O'Hara. You had dated him a few times and found him very attractive. If only you weren't so timid. During those dates you barely uttered a word, just a small squeak here or there. You were honestly surprised that he even asked you out a few more times. 

        You were starting to get comfortable with him. Perhaps on your next date you could ask him about his job and his likes. Miguel was so kind. He was defiantly your type. You even thought about him at night. Gasping lowly, you slapped your cheeks. Now was not a good time to think about Miguel. It would be embarrassing to be wet for your checkup.

"(Y/n)~ Come on in!" Lyla chirped, motioning you inside.

        You took your regularly deep breathes, slowly following Lyla's lead. You friend gave you a quick hug before leading you into a private room. Lyla hummed as she closed the door and asked the routine questions.

"Alright, and did the front desk girl tell you about the new gyno? I hope so,"

"S-She did. I was okay with it being...a male," You whispered, trying to hide your stutter. Lyla just curled her lips into a smile,

"Don't worry, (Y/n)! You'll be perfectly fine! Anyway, how's it going with Miguel?" She asked, changing the topic. Your eyes lit up,

"T-Thank you again for giving me his n-number! He...He is really kind...and sweet. He doesn't r-rush me when I try...try to talk to him," You explained, "He doesn't mind me texting him....instead."

"I told you he was a good one!" Lyla grinned from ear to ear, "He likes you a lot too~"

"H-He does?!"

        Lyla chuckled at your flustered expression. Upon hearing a knock at the door, Lyla hummed as she got you ready. You were getting nervous again. She helped you relax before opening the door.

"Hello, Miss-(Y/n)??" Miguel paused as he stared at you. You squeaked in response before turning to Lyla.

"Oh, totally forgot to mention that Miguel is your new doctor~" She said with a wide grin, "Now I know I'm supposed to stay in here with you both, buuuuuut you guys know each other~ Bye!"

        Just like that, Lyla left both you and Miguel alone. Your face was a million shades of red as you tried to fit your gown, recalling that you were naked in front of the man you were dating. Miguel cleared his throat as he took a seat by the computer. He glanced over your files before turning towards you.

"This must be awkward," He started and read your body language, "Would you like your phone to text me?"

        You nodded violently in response. Miguel resisted a chuckle and went to your pile of clothes on the separate chair and looked for your phone. He glanced at your panties, restraining himself. He gave you the phone and grabbed his, waiting for your response. A smile on his face as he watched you. You were so cute. Someone worth his time. Someone worth his love. Miguel would do anything to keep you happy and relaxed.

'Did you know I was going to be your patient?' You texted him. Miguel glanced at the message,

"No, I just started here two days ago. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, I can get another doctor." He replied. You hesitated before typing,

'No, it's okay. I was just surprised. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.'

"Not at all," Miguel chuckled lowly and stood from his seat, "Just let me know when you want me to start. I'll take as much time as you need."

        Your eyes soften as you looked at Miguel. You remembered when you first met him. He was so tall and seemed so threatening. Putting your phone to the side, you played with your fingers as you took a deep breathe. You looked into Miguel's eyes and gave him a nod, allowing him to start.

        Miguel was slow and gentle. He asked you to raise your right arm before moving your gown. He watched your facial expressions, making sure that everything was okay. You whimpered quietly as his large hand took ahold of your breast, gently massaging it to check for any lumps. Normally, you would just tremble as the doctor checked you, but this was different. This was Miguel touching you. Something you only dreamed of. Not only was he making you shake from nervousness, but also giving you those dirty thoughts.

"All good on this side, now for the other." Miguel's hand gently trailed your back as he repeated the process on your other breast, "You're shaking, are you okay?"

"Y-Yes," You whispered lowly.

        You inhaled deeply as you tried not to focus on Miguel touching you. He was just doing his job. So what if his large hands felt good as they massaged your breasts. So what if he was more gentle with you than your previous doctors. So what if he smelled amazing? You were here for a check up, not to fantasize on him railing you. It wasn't like you were up for such a task anyway.

"Alright, you're all good there, no lumps. Now for the main part, just let me know when you're ready by propping your legs up for me, okay?" Miguel told you, rubbing your shoulder.

        God, he was so fine. You gave him a nod, watching as he got his gloves and tool ready. Now this, you were embarrassed about. You always hated this part. You could feel your heart about to leap out of your chest. Miguel was about to look at your pussy. You haven't even kissed the man yet and you were about to skip a bunch of steps. It was hard to think about his job now. All you could focus on was Miguel examining your wet pussy.

"U-Um," You gulped, reaching for your phone. Miguel handed it to you,

"Want some water?" He offered.

'No, I'm just...please be gentle with me. I know this is your job, but I can't help but feel even more nervous since we're dating.' You texted him. Miguel looked at his phone and chuckled lowly,

"Have I ever told you how cute you are?" He said, switching his glove, "I won't judge. How could I?" He gave you that sweet smile you loved.

        Nodding once more as he stole your breathe away, you got ready. You placed your feet in the little prompt set up they have and spread your legs. A shiver ran up your spine as the cold air hit your pussy. Miguel tighten his gloves and sat on his chair, rolling towards you. You bit your lower lip as he sat directly in front of your cunt, spreading your legs out even more. This was just a check up. Just a check up and nothing more.

        Miguel withheld a groan as he noticed your cunt already wet. Despite your nervousness, it seemed like you were practically excited for him to be looking at you, to be touching you. This was turning him on. Normally, Miguel would get these over with since every other girl would not hesitate to spread their legs for him. Miguel was loving this change of pace. He was loving everything you did. Miguel wanted to hear your voice. A voice only for his ears.

"Alright, let me know if anything feels uncomfortable. I'm just going to feel around for anything, okay?"

"O-Okay," You stuttered.

        Miguel had to bite his cheek. He proceeded to enter a finger inside you, with holding a groan at how tight you were. So wet and so tight, just for him. As he felt around your velvet walls for anything strange, Miguel could not help but hear a quiet whimper coming from you. He glanced at your expression, watching as you closed your eyes and biting your lower lip. God, Miguel was going to lose his patience with you. He knew that you were only like this because it was him. Lyla had told him about how difficult it was for other doctors to even touch your breasts. The fact that you were letting him do this was just so tempting.

"How are you doing?" Miguel asked. You gasped lowly as he pressed his finger up,

"F-Fine," You said, shaking from his touch.

        Miguel's finger was just exploring your insides for anything out of the ordinary. It wasn't like he was actually fingering you. However, his finger was so thick and it was making you hot. You tried to think of something else, but the idea of Miguel doing more was turning you on. You whimpered lowly as you felt yourself clench against his finger. Why did these thoughts have to come now? Miguel was just doing his job and here you were getting horny.

"I'm going to insert the tool now. It will feel uncomfortable for only a second, okay?" He told you.

        You just nodded in response and followed his orders. Once he finished with the tool, Miguel approached you. He was so close. Miguel took his gloves off, bringing his hand to your cheek,

"You did so good for me. Are you okay?" He asked you. 

"Y-Yes," You told him and rubbed your legs slightly, "U-Um...S-Sorry...But...I..."

        Miguel raised a brow and read your body language. Your perky nipples and the juices that were streaming down your cunt were just all so tempting. He glanced into your eyes that screamed, 'fuck me'. Knowing that he couldn't or he would lose his job, Miguel inhaled deeply. He leaned down to peck your lips,

"Can I just say, that you are so goddamn tempting?" He whispered, enjoying your expressions, "I know what you want, and I can't give it to you here...But I can help release that tension."

"P-Please?" You nearly squeaked.

        Miguel nearly cussed. He returned to his chair, sitting directly in front of your poor, lonely cunt. He leaned forward and blew against it, watching you twitch. A smile formed against his lips as he entered two fingers this time. He stood up and pumped his fingers inside you, watching your face contort in pleasure. You were so tight for him. So needy. 

"I want to hear your voice later tonight, could you do that for me?" Miguel whispered in your ear as his fingers pumped into you.

"Hah...hah....Y-Yes....I can," You whimpered a soft moan, raising your hips slightly. 

        Miguel hummed happily and curled his fingers right at your sweet spot. Your body arched as you grinded your hips against his hand. Miguel quickly swallowed your moans with a kiss, not wanting anyone to hear you. As much as he wanted to hear those sweet moans, he knew that if he did, he would fuck you right here and now. Feeling your pussy tighten against his fingers, Miguel curled his fingers again. You held onto him as you reached your orgasm.

"That's it. That's my good girl," Miguel whispered, removing his fingers and licking them, "Taste so sweet. I'll have to reward you later,"

"M-Mig," You whispered, panting softly as you sat up. You reached for you phone, 'Want to come over to my place after work?' You texted him. Miguel glanced at his phone,

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." He leaned down to kiss you again, "Get dressed. I'll see you later."

        You smiled softly as Miguel left. Quickly putting your clothes back on, you noticed that your panties were missing. Your face turned a million shades of red, knowing that Miguel must have swiped them. You whined softly before grabbing your phone.

'Please bring my panties back!'

'Sure, when I see you tonight.'

[jeonsbabygirlsworld]

SUMMARY: Life was easy until you meet the eye candy of your life and the adventure with him is a hell of ride, but there is certain someone who seems to get hurt in this.

PAIRINGS: Gynecologist Jungkook X reader ft. bartender yoongi

WORD COUNT: 1.2K

A/N: lol I see no one wants to get tagged in this when I posted the snippet but anyway the tag list is open, and please guys don't let this flop; [ I worked really hard to get motivated enough and write, and this a series and this the first part.✨smut will be there eventually ✨

Note : this is inspired by a web series and I’m GONNA EDIT IT , I’m not gonna make it a whole ass 3 season containing 10-12 episodes per season and I felt like I could do something with this series. Thankyou

Your surroundings suddenly felt hot, the interns did a great job explaining the project to the clients sitting in front of you. The air conditioner did a shit job of keeping the surroundings but it's just you because you see your other intern rubbing her palms under the table.

The meeting was about to end and just when you were about to get up from the chair to leave the hall, the intern called out your name just so you could brief out the entire thing and thank the clients, grabbing on the metal stick you stand in the place where your intern was speaking.

"I hereby extensively elaborate on the profile success of our company, we all can see the numbers of shares growing quickly, see for yourselves" You point to the whiteboard where the graph was made, your company making progress in these past years.

"We can be a great profit for the leading country, sir, I hope you can see the numbers growing live" You then point to the laptop which has a live count of people buying the shares from the company, in the middle while everyone was focused you undo some of the buttons of your red satin shirt and mutter about the poor air conditioner "why am I so damn hot?"

Just when you were about to continue you see Mr. Jeon sitting on one of the chairs that too naked, just in his Calvin Klein boxers, what the fuck? "Yes Ms. Kim, why are you so damn hot?" Jungkook says he rises from his seat climbs over the desk and walks towards you.

you can see the client in shock and eye him, while he climbs down from the table your doctor "Mr. Jeon" is in front of you, his eight packs abs and muscular biceps all out to see, just when you are registering about his details, he picks up the glass of water on the table and drops it all over the neck and you hiss at the cold feeling.

Jungkook scurries the files away from the table and picks you up so you can sit on the table, your shirt is then unbuttoned by him, and he lays soft kisses and slowly bends you down completely until your back is pressed on the table.

Beep beep beep

A loud beep of your alarm drags you out of the dream and you gasp and sit up "fuck did I just have a wet dream about my doctor?" you mutter and grab your phone to off the alarm, you check the number of notifications you had overnight and stumble upon the "doctor's appointment" reminder.

Gasping for the second time now you scurry away from the bed to get a nice warm shower and head to the mister ever so sexy man your doctor "Jeon Jungkook".

"It's itchy lately, hasn't got better since last week" You talk to the man who is between your legs while you keep trying to not moan while checking your vagina. "You may get dressed now and it looks completely fine, and I can't see any infection" Jungkook says and stands straight and moves to his chair right behind the desk giving you some space so you can change.

closing the blinds and getting dressed you place the hospital gown tidily in the basket and move to his table, you grab on the sanitizer which is on his table pump a few drops on yours and apply it while your doctor writes down the prescription.

You notice the hot features of a sleeve tattoo of his you saw on his Instagram when you stalked him on the first day of meeting him, the depth of his gaze looked enchanting, and the afternoon sunlight complimented his skin tone well while you were busy studying his features a small cough brings you out of the daydream.

"Here miss y/n" The doctor hands you the prescription and you widen your eyes seeing at the statement which had written "bath three times a day" You eye him and check yourself by smelling when he isn't looking, and you smell perfectly fine because you sprayed almost the bottle of the perfume and bathed with the new soap bar you bought recently. Giving him a crooked smile you leave the room embarrassed.

Crumbling the paper you place it in your purse and straight away call your best friends to meet up for a brunch and she gladly accepts.

"No, but like seriously y/n" Chae and Yuna both seem shocked and confused and you appear to be more embarrassed "Yeah, he wrote that in the prescription" You show her the paper Jungkook gave you, and she says he wrote it so that you could maintain a proper hygiene and you buy it and proceed to eat your brunch in the cafe.

"Chae Yuna, you can go ahead I'm staying back so I can spend some time with Yoongi, I haven't been catching up on him." Tell her you give her a hug and a kiss on the cheeks, and you part ways.

You head to the bar where yoongi works as a bartender and you make sure to buy his favorite chocolate on your way, you reach there in less than five minutes and there you see Yoongi arranging the glasses in line just to make them fancier.

"Hey, how are you?" Yoongi is slightly confused to see you in the middle of the day and that too a weekday, you chuckle at him, and you tell him you are fine, and you had to meet a friend and not tell him the details about the meeting with the doctor.

"You up for a drink y/n?" The sweet boy asks you and you gladly accept it, looking here and there you realize he is working alone and his intern who never fails to hit on Chae is missing.

"Is Taehyung not here?" you ask him, and he says he had ditched today just because he had an early date and will be here for the night shift nodding you accept his famous highball, "you want any help? I'm free for the day" you offer him, and he casually refuses, and you become a bit sad, but you play it cool.

Yoongi looks at your features and chuckles and tells you he is just kidding and won't mind your help and he's rather happy you want to help him, before coming back to the other side of the table you hand him the chocolate you bought.

Helping him and chatting for a while you hug him and say goodbye, you notice a bit of blush creeping on his cheeks but you wave it up because it can be the alcohol you both drank, and you get back to your home and get a bit of rest so you can wake up fresh and get back on your work from home.

Taglist: @jungk97kwife, @kimmingyuswifee ,@kingofbodyrolls

A/n : this short but hehe more is yet to come 💖

[artdcnaldson]

UGH ok twist my arm i guess!!!! as a little treat!!!! dr donaldson <3

so gynecologist art, yall, doctor donaldson. cat and i were in the dms TRUST. so art decides that he should probably have a backup plan, just in case tennis doesnt work out after college. he doesnt expect to actually need it because his tennis is going great, hes on track to go pro very soon. but JUST in case, he decides to use his good grades to study some kind of medicine. initially he had thought some kind of sports medicine, if nothing else then it would be good knowledge for himself down the line.

but after his grandma passes (not of a stroke) and he hears his family discussing how if only her gynecologist had paid better attention and taken her serious she might have lived longer (idk anything about medicine but probably some kind of cancer yknow?). anyway he sees that a his motivation and picks gynecology as his field. patrick absolutely teases him to death over it, "you're gonna be a pussy doctor? what so you just get to look at naked chicks all day? i'd quit tennis for that too". again he's not really expecting to need it, so he doesnt take it too hard. but he's kind of obviously the only guy in the course, and the girls all think he's kind of weird for wanting to pursue a field of medicine that isnt relevant to him. but after him telling the story about his grandmother they all coo and comfort him that its okey and they understand.

he does well in all his classes because he does truly find it interesting and wants to do his best to help women. but as he's getting ready to go pro, he has an accident on the court, as he's going to return a long ball he twists his ankle and takes a bad fall. his recovery is good, but his ankle will never be as it was before, and his chances of the big tennis dream slowly dies. and ultimately he's just unwilling to spend his life as a struggling tennis player, when he could be making a real difference.

now that he has his own practice he likes to tell that story to his new patients, especially the ones who seem tense with the fact that he's a man, who will be examining their most private area. it does well to ease their minds. hes been doing this for many years now, he enjoys the work, and the women who come to him are happy with his work. his patients are typically slightly older women, as they're not as phased by a male gynecologist, whereas most younger women arent as comfortable with the idea. he doesnt mind that, in fact he understands perfectly. honestly hes grateful for it, he fears the day he might have a patient whos just a bit too attractive and he'll have to struggle to keep his cool.

that day unfortunately comes sooner than he had hoped. its your first appointment with him after having him recommended by a friend, you had contacted him and told him how you were very unhappy with your current doctor and wanted to try something else. not having had a male doctor before, except like your dentist, youre very nervous for the appointment. not knowing what to expect from it, or how seriously he will take your issues. out of nervous habit youve gotten ready for the appointment as if it were a date rather than a clinical exam. showered, shaved, cute panties, hair and makeup done. its all totally unnecessary, but the moment you see him for the first time you thank the divine for looking your absolute best. GOD hes so hot. far too hot to be a doctor. lets just say that he wears scrubs because theyre so sexy, and they truly are criminally flattering on him. he sits on his chair, typing away as youre lead into the room by an assistant. as soon as he looks up and asks you to have a seat with him, you both know youre screwed. the tension is immediately noticeable as you discuss your reason for coming in, just a routine check because your last doctor wouldnt do it thorough enough and didnt listen enough to your issues.

he leaves the room while you strip off and leave your clothes in a neat little pile, panties clearly on top in the hope that he'll see them and think theyre cute. and he does, in fact his eyes keep fluttering to them as hes getting ready for the exam. he has to adjust his chair a little lower in the hopes that you cant see that he's getting hard. meanwhile youre going from soaking to sopping wet as you watch him put on the latex gloves, snapping them against his wrist.

he can tell that you're tense, but as its your first appointment with a male gynecologist, he assumes thats the reason, and not the fact that youre mortifyingly wet. he tries to calm your nerves by telling you what he'll be doing, he sits right in front of you on his chair and tells you how first he'll examine externally, just checking for anything irregular. then an internal exam with the same purpose, and then finally a physical exam where he will just have to feel your tummy as well as your pelvis to ensure everything is as it should be. totally routine stuff, nothing out of the ordinary, if anything hes far more attentive and careful to make sure youre comfortable. but the way hes saying it, his voice and the way he's looking at you has you clenching your thighs shut and trying to keep yourself from making a puddle on the table.

as he gathers his tools he asks you to place your legs in the stirrups, he sees you struggling a little to get your right leg properly in place, he gently grabs your leg and helps you place it properly. goosebumps cover you leg as he pulls his hand away again. you can feel how wet you are as youre not totally exposed to him, dripping wet, youve been less wet when hooking up with people. this is just from interacting with him briefly, really its embarrassing. hes so sweet asking if everythings alright, and if he can do anything to help you relax. and after squeezing your eyes shut and holding your breath for a second you finally get out that you just feel like youre really wet, and youre not youre not sure why, this doesnt usually happen. hes so sweet, trying to reassure you, telling you its perfectly normal. its a natural response from your body, if anything its a sign that youre healthy!

hes not lying, he really does mean what hes saying, it is good and it is normal. but hes never seen anyone be quite this wet during an appointment in his office. youre soaked, its practically dripping onto the table and forming a puddle. if he was sporting a semi under the table he might have referred you to a different doctor. but youre so pretty he cant help himself.

he really does try his best to stay professional and not let his attraction crack through and distract from his work. but fuck youre so tight around his latex covered fingers when hes doing the exam. and you only squeeze down tighter when he tries to reassure you, tell you youre doing good. its making it hard for him to focus on the task at hand. it takes everything in him to keep his hands from drifting and moving to find those sweet spots inside of you. he doesnt have to deprive himself for long tho as he accidentally brushed against your gspot. his cheeks turn bright pink as he hears a tiny moan escape your lips. and youd been so good at keeping them in the whole time too. but this one couldnt be contained. he stays good, doesnt say anything, just carries on with his work. but he almost lets out a moan of his own as he sees the ring of cream gathered around his gloved fingers.

he takes his work very seriously and he doesnt take the idea of losing his medical license due to malpractice lightly, so he wouldnt be just giving in to his urges. his resolve breaking doent come lightly, its a big deal to him. he goes home that day and jerks off in the shower while thinking about you, he knows exactly what your pussy looks like, what it feels like, how soaking wet you got for him. he cums again in his bed and humps his mattress while dreaming about you. he wakes up and decided he needs to see you again. asks his assistant to set up another appointment with you. when he asks what for, he stutters and says something about needing to do some tests just to be sure of something. hes lying, obviously, but he needs to see you again. he cant stop thinking about your tight little cunt...

-🐞

ladybug your mind amazes me... <3

He can't risk medical malpractice, and he really is a good doctor, he loves his work, he wants to help people. And he's really never, ever reacted this way to a patient before, but god, he can't get you out of his mind.

So maybe he schedules a follow up for a week later. Maybe his heart is racing and his palms sweat when he walks into the examination room and sees you in the little fabric gown, hands in your lap, worrying your lip between your teeth.

He feels like a nervous teenager on a first date, not a fucking healthcare professional.

He listens to you speak about your concerns, walks through your test results from the week prior. Everything looks good, he says. Nothing felt abnormal, your body is working just how it's supposed to. Do you have any questions for me?

You shake your head, sweet and shy, aching for an excuse to get his hands on you again, but running low on things you can ask for.

[helplesslypurple77]

Day 8-Mori/Reader with prompts Fingering and Doctor Kink

Notes: Mori was getting dangerously attractive in that Yosano flashback…and obviously your ob-gyn should absolutely never do anything our doctor Mori is gonna do, this is a fanfiction, so, fiction. Anyway, enjoy(also im totally glossing over some of the less sexy bits of a normal appointment lol)

The familiar tickle of the bell welcomes you as you enter the familiar lobby of your Gynecologists. You check your watch, noting that you're a little early, so you set your purse on the coffee table and scroll through your phone absentmindedly. The office is surprisingly empty, only one other person sits in the lobby, a middle aged woman who smiles kindly in your direction, before Anne, the receptionist, calls her over with a wave. She’s definitely not new, you’ve known Anne since she started working here, and she’s still as pretty as ever, with long red hair and green eyes. She sends you a wink and a smile, and you smile back. 

You fiddle a bit with your necklace, bored. It's a new one, a classy thin gold chain with a single, red ruby. It winks prettily between your collarbones, drawing all eyes. You paired it with a white blouse, and a dark red skirt, as flashy as you could get away with at work, anyway. Your boss liked it when her employees quote unquote, ‘expressed themselves’, although you still got written up occasionally. Although it was probably Brad, your boyfriend, still salty about the shopping spree you had gone on when you found he cheated on you.

You're so bored you find yourself staring around at the familiar decorations for the thousandth time. The familiar fake flowers on the table, the tabloid and other magazines, the chairs around the front office, the pictures on all the walls. Your favorite one is a watercolor painting, naked fairies and female elves dancing around an enchanted forest. It was just so whimsical and pretty it had always fascinated you. 

“Miss Name Last-Name?” The receptionist smiles when you look up, gesturing at a pretty blond Nurse with a clipboard. She’s also young, maybe early thirties and she smiles as she leads you back into the room. Janet, the Nurse’s name she had informed you, quickly and efficiently takes care of the weight and height measurements, before she gives you a small smile and nod, and leaves the room. It's the same room you’ve been to before, ever since you were sixteen.

It's embarrassing but you've lived in the same town for most of your life. Your parents had moved you and your siblings here when you were seven years old, because your mom wanted to be by the sea and your father loved your mother a bit too much perhaps. But they were your parents and you loved them, no matter how embarrassingly lovey dovey they insisted on being. 

But anyway, this was your hometown. You had gone to school here, made lifelong friends here, and all of your doctors appointments had been in this town, including the Gynecologists. Your ob-gyn, Maya, had known you since you were young, and was a kindly middle aged woman, an old friend of your moms. It would be nice to see her again. You're sitting on the chair, legs not hooked but swinging in front of you when a knock on the door sounds and Nurse Janet peaks her head in. 

“I'm sorry miss Name, but Maya, your usual isn't available.” You frown in concern. “Is she ok?” The nurse steps in completely, her clipboard clutched to her chest. “Yes, she just has a cold. I can either reschedule your appointment or assign you another doctor temporarily. What would you prefer?” The way the nurse speaks is a little peculiar, but you just brush it off. A new doctor, temporarily at least. You're tempted, just out of comfort to reschedule, but , and you've already driven here and gas prices are so high nowadays, it just feels like such a waste. You nod, coming to your decision. “I'll proceed with the appointment.” Janet nods, checking her clipboard. “Alright then, Doctor Mori will see you in about ten minutes.” The door closes and she’s gone.

Doctor Mori. You’ve heard the name, Maya has mentioned him in passing. And if Maya recommends him he has to be good, you have a lot of faith in your old friend. Your phone rings, loudly and with tha familiar ringtone that signifies your sister's calling. You check the clock on the wall, you have about even minutes, and quickly answer the phone. 

“Leila, i'm in the doctor's office.”

Your sister giggles. “I know.” She says, yelling over the chaos you can hear faintly in the background. “I'm calling because mom told me to tell you that Maya is out with a cold. So you should reschedule your appointment for next week or something.”

You sigh, as usual your mothers a little too late. “Um, it's too late for that. Couldn't you have told me like yesterday or something?” 

 “It's not my fault, blame mom.” Your sister scoffs.“So did you reschedule?”

“No, I decided to see another doctor, at least temporarily.” You pick your nails, checking the clock. Five minutes. “The new nurse called her Doctor Mori? You know, the other doctor that shares the building with Maya.”

“Oh yeah, I always remember Maya talking about him.” You can faintly hear your mother yelling in the background, and then your sister yells back, pulling the phone from her ear. “What mom? He? What? Just come here and tell her yourself!”

“Honey? That you?” Your mom’s voice interrupts your sister. “How are you honey?”

“I'm great mom.” You sigh. “Why didn't you tell me about Maya earlier.”

“Oh you know, i forgot.” Your mom giggles, shouting over the Bob Marley playing in the background. “Anyway honey, your sister told me you decided to see Doctor Mori?”

You check the clock. “Yeah, it seemed like a waste to just leave. And you gotta hurry mom, I'm almost out of time.”

“I see, I see.” Your mother makes no attempt to hurry, but then again she never does. “Well, Maya introduced me to Doctor Mori one time, and honey, he’s very handsome!”

“Yeah, yeah ok.” You check the clock one more time, you need to go. “Well I gotta go mom, i'll see you later then.” 

“Yeah, see you later Honey. Say hi to Anne for me. Oh, and tell her congratulations on her marriage.” And with a click, she’s gone. You sink back into your seat with a sigh, and then, something your mother said finally clicks. He. you shoot up in your seat, just as the door creaks open, and sure enough and man makes his way into the room. 

Your mother was right, he is handsome. His hair is slightly long and slightly messy with loose strands falling around his face. The dark strands tickle his neck, just barely brushing his shoulders. He’s clothed in a lab coat for some reason, underneath which is a gray purple button down and a slightly loose black tie. His eyes are dark, and slight wrinkles at the corner betray his age. He has a pair of small, rimless glasses hooked on his collar. 

“Miss Name? I'm Dr. Mori, I'll be filling in for Dr. Henderson today.” He blinks at you with a slightly absent smile. It feels unreal honestly, of course your replacement is a handsome older man who, in a few minutes, is going to have his hands all over your pussy. You curse every evil god who put you in this situation. And you hope, pray or anything else you can do that you won’t get wet. You sigh.

“It’s nice to meet you Dr, Ma-er, Dr Henderson has mentioned you before.” You smile, wishing that you weren’t currently at a gynecologist appointment with a man who was probably married who you were definitely thirsting over. “Although I thought…never mind.”

“You thought I was a woman?” You nod and the doctor laughs a little. “Yes, I’m not surprised. I’m actually partially retired, I just do Maya the occasional favor now and then.” Mori puts on his glasses, squinting at a clipboard. You try to subtly look at his hands, checking for a wedding ring.

“It looks like Maya took care of most of your checkups a few weeks ago?” He says. You nod. “Yes, we just ran out of time for the last few. She was going to do them today but…” The doctor nods, confirming your thought. He flips through the papers on the clipboard, before setting it down on the small desk next to a picture of a pretty blond girl with blue eyes, the doctor next to her in the picture. “Dr. Henderson already did most of the necessary tests. Looks like you guys didn't quite get around to the physical?” You give him a nod in responds and he smiles. “Alright, well I'll step out for a moment, can you please take off your underwear and hook your legs up in those—well you know what to do. I'll be back in a few minutes.” You give him a nervous little nod and laugh combo, and he steps out of the room, closing the door behind him. You sigh, standing and rolling up your tight office skirt, and ridding yourself of your boring white panties. This is going to be so embarrassing, because you just know you're going to get at least a little damp. It's very different to have a fifty ish woman who you’ve known for years poking around your vagina, versus a finely aged dilf, with no wedding ring to speak of. You sigh again, climbing up into the strange reclining chair and hooking your knees in the stirrups. With your skirt rolled up like this, you can feel the cool air brushing your bare pussy, and you shiver a little. 

The door opens and Mori steps back in, noting your position on the chair with a nod. “I see you're ready to begin?” The doctor has a pair of plastic gloves on and he’s hooked his reading glasses back on his collar, the tie somehow slipping even more. You give him an affirmative, doing your best to nip any problems in the bud by focussing your thoughts squarely on your pet Cat. And it works too, as the doctor's gloved hands begin to feel surely on your pelvic bone, dancing around the lips of your pussy. Then, he starts to talk, distracting you from the cat.

“So, Miss Name, seems like you’ve known Maya for a while, huh.” He says. “Yep,” You reply, still trying to think of your cat. “I've had her since I was about seventeen. I assume you guys are old friends as well?”  

“Yes, we used to work together.” The doctores sure fingers pull at the lips of your pussy, and he squints. “That was until my ex-wife decided she didn't want me touching other women all day long, even if it was my job.” Your ears catch on ‘ex-wife’ and all thoughts of your cute pet cat fly from your mind. Your thighs twitch slightly, and you change the subject quickly. “That must be your daughter then, in the picture? Sorry if I snooped.” You bite your lip and avoid eye contact, it makes it all worse when you watch him prod at your pussy. Thankfully, for now at least, his fingers have left the more sensitive areas and are now poking at your pelvic bone again. 

“Yes, my little girl Elise. She’s pretty isn't she?” You nod, and he continues. “What about you? Any kids?” 

You shake your head with a laugh. “No, not quite yet anyway. I just broke up with my boyfriend actually.” Your tone turns a little resentful, you can't help yourself. “He cheated on me.” Mori makes a noise of surprise, cocking his head up to meet your eyes. “He cheated on a girl as pretty as you, huh. Spread your legs a bit for me darlin.” You almost choke, ninety nine percent sure you misheard. That damn pet name, Darlin’, and the complement? God you're doomed. The doctor chuckles at your silence, his dark eyes leaving your own as they dart back to your pussy. One hand spread your pussy lips apart, and two gloved fingers poke at your hole, pushing in slowly. You bit your lip, hard. You can hear the slight squelching his fingers make, and you literally want to die. Maybe if you pretend nothing is wrong, he will spare you the humiliation. 

“So, do you miss your job?” You clear your throat as his fingers reach deeper, pressing around looking for something. 

“Oh, a little.” The doctor's other hand goes higher, pressing down slightly on your lower stomach, feeling around. “Although, I usually don't get such pretty patients to work with. You're making this old man blush.” Oh, he knows, he’s definitely noticed how wet you are and he’s teasing you. You still can't quite tell if he’s flirting or not. He can't be, right? He’s a really handsome man, he must have a girlfriend or something. 

He withdraws his fingers from inside you, and you sigh with relief. But all your embarrassment comes rushing back as he reaches for the familiar speculum, slowly inserting it into your pussy with a squelch. You blush at the sound, but the doctor doesn't bat an eye as he ever so slowly opens it, peering inside for a few long, agonizing seconds. And then, he’s pulling it out with an embarrassing sound and placing it on a tray beside him. 

“Well, looks like we have no problems.” He takes off his gloves, balling them together and placing them on the tray beside the Speculum. “Everything looks good and you're plenty…” He pauses. “…Sensitive.” You blush, way too embarrassed to even complain. He clears his throat a little, dark eyes still darting back and forth between your pussy and your face. His eyes are dark, and they have a strange shine as they meet your own again. With a leap of faith, you decide to throw caution to the winds.

“I don't know doctor, you might need to check a little more thoroughly.” He eyes you for a moment, and an embarrassing silence fills the room for a moment. And just as you're about to backpedal, Mori stands, and with a click, locks the door. “You know…” He says, a new kind of gleam in his eye. “Maybe I should. Do you have any particular concerns?” This is absolutely crazy, and you love every minute of it. 

“Oh, I don't know, Doctor.” You shoot him a flirty little wink. “Maybe you should feel around in there some more, check for any irregularities?” 

“That's a good idea Darlin.” He pulls a stool over, and hangs his coat over a nearby chair, rolling up his shirtsleeves. “Well, I'll start with an oral check up, then maybe use something a little longer to really check you out, that sound good?” You nod, your reply dissolving into a moan as he leans closer, the flattened length of his tongue coming in contact with your clit. He starts out slow, flattening his tongue against your clit, dancing around the edges of your hole, teasing you with his little smirks. He looks way too hot like that, face buried in your pussy, your hands tugging at his hair. 

“You know Doctor,” You choke out, as the naughty slurping sounds fill the room. “My insides feel a little tight, maybe you should check those out.” Mori pulls away from your pussy, shooting you a spit slicked feral grin. “I was just thinking the same thing.” And then, he slips two fingers inside. Your head falls back against the chair, as his head disappears again, tongue licking your clit. He had his fingers inside you before, but it feels different now that he’s really trying to make you lose it. He scissors his fingers open, prying your hole open for future activities and your going to lose it. You need him inside you, right now.

“Doctor.” He looks up at you, fingers pausing inside of you. “I need you inside of me. Now.” 

Mori chuckles at your enthusiasm, withdrawing his fingers from inside you with a squelch, and moving to the cabinet. He pulls a foiled package out, and waves it in your direction. You giggle, playing with your tits through your shirt. “My my doctor, do you always fuck your patients?” 

“Nope, you're this old man’s first in a while.” He offers as a reply, unbuckling his pants. “We give free condoms to teens, to encourage safe sex.” He doesn't even pull down his pants, just pulls his erect cock out and strokes it a few times. You watch, licking your lips as he slides the condom down it. It's big, and you know he’ll stretch you out nicely. Maybe another time you would like to have it down your throat. But for today, you need him inside you.

Mori seems to share your enthusiasm, as he hurriedly lines his dick up with your hole, and with one last look of assurance, starts to slowly push in. The stretch is a lot, but with all that preparation it just barely stings. It also helps that he goes slowly, allowing for you to fully adjust to his hardness. He grips your thighs with his big hands as he fully shields himself inside of you, pulling out and using your thighs to pull you right back onto his dick. Your voice comes out in little pants and moans, joined by his grunts. 

“So doctor, everything alright?” Your voice is far from steady, but you can't really bring yourself to care. “How does it feel?” 

“Heavenly darling.” Mori’s mouth crashes onto yours, practically inhaling your face. He kisses with a wild kind of desperation, so different from the unhurried tone of voice he had taken up before. It's hot, the juxtaposition. And you can feel the coil of an orgasm curling in your stomach. “I'm close.” You pant out, as Mori nuzzles your jaw, his hair tangling with your own. “Same.” The doctor pants out, his steady rhythm speeding up a little, and you moan out especially loud as his calloused thumb works at your clit, rubbing little circles into it. 

The tangle of orgasm is building now, and then, the tip of his dick hits that spot, the spot that makes pleasure explode though your body. You shudder, and cum around his dick, gripping his shoulders and moaning out a garbled mix of his name and some moans. He continues thrusting, working you through your orgasm and just as you're about to come down he thrusts one more time, and with a small little moan in your ear, he withdraws. 

“So doctor.” You pant, leaning back against the chair. “Everything healthy?” 

“Very.” Mori says, disposing of the condom in the garbage and doing up his clothes. He scratches his neck awkwardly, watching you put on your underwear and roll down your skirt. “So, Miss Name? Do you maybe want to get coffee together or something?” 

You grab your purse, and turn, planting a bold little kiss on his lips, and pressing your business card into his hands. “I’d love to.” And with a ‘call me’ you close the door behind you.

End Notes: It's been a long time since i had an appointment lol, the details are hazy at best. Also barely got this one done in time

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[butchpeace]

Pelvic Floor Health for Detrans Women

A disclaimer before we start: I am not a doctor, a PT, or an expert of any kind, I just noticed there was a lack of information about pelvic floor health in the detrans (and trans) communities and I wanted to compile the information that I’ve gained. If there are any issues or you have any wisdom to share, please DM me! I plan to add to this post and edit it over time as I learn more.

95% of females who have been on testosterone report pelvic health issues, which can include urinary leakage or retention, bladder pain, difficulty emptying the bladder, general pelvic pain, pain with sex, vaginal dryness, vaginal atrophy, vaginismus, anal issues, and more. (Source)

If you’ve experienced any of these problems, you’re not alone, and there are things you can do!

Vaginal Atrophy

The vast majority of detransitioning women (and females who are transitioning) have vaginal atrophy, which is a thinning and weakening of the tissues that line the vaginal wall. Atrophy can lead to pain during sex, or with regular movement, bleeding due to small tears in the vaginal lining, narrowing of the vaginal canal, urinary issues, and more.

Because testosterone affects our ovaries, we can think of this issue as something similar to GSM (Genitourinary Syndrome of Menopause). Many of our symptoms mirror what happens to women as they age and their estrogen production decreases.

Treatments for Atrophy

1. Vaginal estrogen comes in the form of creams, suppositories, and insertable rings.

2. Vitamin E suppositories have been found to be as effective as vaginal estrogen in some studies. (Source)

3. Regular sexual activity can help by filling the vaginal wall tissues with blood, which can help to revitalize those tissues.

There are also many options for dryness, including vaginal moisturizers, aloe, coconut oil, and more. Sometimes the simplest natural options can be the most effective! Always talk to your gynecologist and do your own research on products you’re considering buying and make sure the ingredients are safe. Some people may experience yeast infections and other issues when using certain products.

Vaginal atrophy itself is to blame in many cases for the urinary symptoms that many of us report, and treating the atrophy may be all that’s needed in order to improve the urinary symptoms.

In other cases, we also need to look at overall pelvic floor health. I would argue that taking care of your pelvic floor is essential for any woman at any stage of life, since it can help with so many things!

Pelvic Floor Muscle Issues

Pelvic floor health issues can be divided into 2 types - Hypotonicity and Hypertonicity. Both types can lead to bladder issues, among other things.

Hypotonicity is the classic type many women experience after having children or during menopause. It’s also described as having a weak pelvic floor, and kegels are often the best treatment. The YouTube playlist at the end of this post includes videos for beginner and advanced kegel exercise methods and yoga.

Hypertonicity is the opposite type, where the pelvic muscles are chronically tight. For this, the treatment is to use muscle release methods to relax the pelvic floor. Remember - Relaxed muscles are the best at doing their job.

You wouldn’t think at first that Hypertonicity could lead to urinary symptoms like leakage, but when your muscles are overly tight, they just don’t work the way they should.

And when you have a urinary issue, or you’re dealing with the aftermath of childbirth, surgery, or any other medical trauma to the pelvic floor, there can be a tendency to reflexively tighten your muscles all the time, for fear of what might happen if you don’t. Some people with hypertonicity also experience their symptoms getting worse if they do a lot of kegel exercise. In these situations, kegels can become counterintuitive.

That said, using methods to address both types can be the best option for some people. As long as you listen to your body, keep track of how each method makes you feel, and talk with a doctor or pelvic floor PT if you have serious concerns or don’t understand how to do something, you should be able to figure out something that will help!

Vaginismus is also a very common condition that’s connected to hypertonicity and potential mental causes. You’ll know you have Vaginismus if you’ve always had trouble inserting things into your vagina, or if your partner has had trouble with it. Many women describe it as a sensation of the vagina closing up when faced with something trying to get in. You may find that at certain times or with certain objects, you have no problem, and at other times or with other objects, you do. Stretches and massages for hypertonicity can often help with Vaginismus.

Prolapse is a relatively common issue in women who have had kids and older women in menopause. This can also cause urinary symptoms. The incidence of pelvic floor prolapse in females on testosterone is not known, but due to atrophy weakening the walls of the vagina, it’s possible that testosterone will increase your risk. It’s also more common in people who have had a hysterectomy.

Tools

1. Vaginal dilators can be helpful for people who have trouble with Vaginismus or feel like their vagina is small. These are also helpful for people who have difficulty inserting fingers

2. A pelvic wand can help you to massage the internal muscles, if needed

3. Vibrators can be helpful for releasing tight muscles

4. Kegel trainers come in various types and can help you perform kegels more effectively if you know that your issue is hypotoniticy

5. Pessaries can help in cases where atrophy has led to pelvic floor prolapse. Make sure you get diagnosed before using one!

6. Your hands! Don’t underestimate the power of using your hands for external or internal massage

The biggest thing to take away from this post is this - Don’t be afraid of your vagina! Don’t be afraid to try things that may help you improve whatever issues you’re having.

Your vagina is a normal part of your body, and especially when you’re experiencing issues, that’s when it’s time to get to know it inside and out. If you’re anything like me, you’ve gone your whole life being too afraid to do certain things or explore your vagina in certain ways. We need to reduce the fear, stigma, and awkwardness of vaginal and pelvic floor issues, and the first step is to get to know your body. 💪

Exercises

I’ve put together a playlist of YouTube videos that have helped me in this process, which I will continue to add to. I hope they help you too!

And again, please DM me with any information you think is helpful or stories about what worked for you.

And if you’re a medical professional, I would love for you to review this post and suggest edits or additions.

Please share this with all your friends! My intention is for this to be a community resource we can use to spread awareness✌🏼

[yanderecrazysie]

Good day, I was actually the anon who requested oshi no ko… I hope you enjoyed it cause I just recently rewatched it cause I couldn’t move past Ai’s death.

But can I have Yandere Aqua and more specifically if you are ok with it, with someone from his past life like his young intern. Like someone he had an attachment to as a doctor as they spent a lot of time working together and become really good friends despite the reader not really being into an idol stuff. So after his death, the reader naturally mourn him and left his hometown because of guilt of not being able to find his body.

So flash forward reader is now a certified doctor for stunt doubles and meats Aqua in a movie set. Seeing you, his once meek intern now a professional doctor brings feelings from him. You are his only connection to his past life as Gorou and he can’t seem to shake you off the emotions you bringout from him. He sees you as someone he has to control to protect you from harm and this leads to yandere obsession.

Thanks for reading my ask and request. Although thinking this more clearly, I feel like there would be a significant age gap between intern reader and aqua but The idea won’t leave my head so I hope you’re ok with it as long as both Aqua and Reader are legal adults

Oshi no Ko was literally so good! I cried at Ai’s death scene, it was so sad! (Then again, I cry at everything on TV these days lol) 

I made Reader young at the start, but there’s still a large age gap obviously. Both are adults though, so it’s technically fine.

Title: To See You Again

Pairings: Hoshino Aqua x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, significant age gap (legal adults)

Summary: Aqua sees someone from his past life again after 18 years. It brings up some darker feelings.

“You know, I can’t really get into this idol stuff, but it makes me happy to see you happy,” you giggled. 

Dr. Gorou couldn’t tear his eyes away from the TV, where a beautiful girl in a pink dress danced and sang on a brightly-lit stage. He gave a grunt of acknowledgment to show he’d heard his young intern. 

At just 18, you were the youngest person working in the hospital. It was clear you weren’t aiming to be a gynecologist like Dr. Gorou was, but your hometown was a small one and there weren't many options to intern at. 

You sat down on the bed next to your mentor, watching Ai blow a kiss to the audience, her eyes shining with emotion. Although you didn’t see the appeal in it, you understood that he had gotten into it from a young patient who had died. You couldn’t help but wonder if that death had scarred him somehow.

Scooting a little closer, you smiled up at Dr. Gorou. He looked at you from the corner of his eye for a moment, smiling back, before he turned his attention back to the idol on-screen. You stifled a sigh.

He’d never notice your feelings, would he?

—------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Aqua stood idly around, watching the other actors practice their lines together. He’d already memorized his part of the script- it was easy compared to all the medical terms he’d had to memorize in medical school. 

“Quiet on set! Quiet on set!” Someone called out. The actors went quiet as a stunt actor got in place on set. Aqua watched silently from the corner he stood in.

The stunt double took a running leap through a glass window, taking the place of the main character, who had performed the scene just before this one. Suddenly, he stood up, clutching his leg and letting out a strangled cry. Sticking out from his thigh was a large shard of glass, blood beginning to seep through his pants.

“Cut!” The director yelled, leaping up from his chair. “Aqua, take him to the doctor on set!”

Aqua bit back a sigh. Why him? He walked over to the stunt double and offered him his arm to take. The stunt actor leaned against him, limping with each step and wincing in pain.

Aqua had never seen the doctor, but he knew where she was staying. He helped the man along the backstage hallway and to the office. He gave a quick knock and entered, helping the stunt double onto the bed.

Once he saw the doctor, his heart stopped. 

You were older now, probably around the age he was when he’d died in his previous life, but it was unmistakably you. He felt an irresistible tug at his heart when he looked at you, reminded of your smile and obvious crush on him.

For a moment, he waited for you to recognize him, but remembered that he wasn’t the same person anymore. Of course you wouldn’t know him. 

You had turned all of your attention to the poor stunt double in front of you, and Aqua was struck by the realization that you’d matured so much since he’d last seen you. You were a fully fledged doctor now, not just an intern. 

He was surprised by the thoughts that crossed his mind. I’m an adult again, so surely she’ll recognize me and want me again. And even worse, the childish reaction he had when he saw the wedding ring on her finger. I knew her first!

Back when he was Dr. Gorou, he had specifically ignored your advances. He was too old for you in his 30s, he had thought. But now, here you were, and the roles had swapped. Now he was the young adult, and the attraction had taken hold of him. Maybe it was hormones or maybe it was the fact that he finally had something from his old life in front of him.

He spotted a photo on your desk and leaned in to inspect it. He was shocked by the image- younger you standing next to Dr. Gorou. He just about choked on his tongue asking, “Hey, who is this?”

You looked up from the leg you were tending and followed his gaze. A sad smile crossed your face. “Oh, that’s my old mentor. He was a kind doctor that went missing, presumed dead. I miss him every day.”

Take that, (Y/n)’s husband. He thought victoriously.

“When can I see you again, Doc?” The stunt double asked as you bandaged his leg, “Maybe at a bar, just you and me?”

Aqua felt red-hot rage shooting through his veins. How dare he?

You giggled your sweet giggle, the one he’d missed for 18 long years, and turned him down. He didn’t deserve your laughter or your kindness, and Aqua seethed silently from it. You had pined after him for so long, why had you moved on?

Maybe your husband had forced you into a relationship. Threatened you. That’s the only conclusion he could make from this situation. After all, you still had his picture on your desk.

He’d take care of your husband for you, and then he’d find a way to make you see that he’s the same man you fell in love with all those years ago.

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[sugawhaaa]

Hey sugababies 🤭 I've finally committed to the follower name thingy.

I just wanted to finally come out and say what my health issue was. Exactly a week ago my gynecologist said that there is a very very very high possibility that I have the chronic disease endometriosis. For those who don't know endometriosis is an incurable chronic disease that can occur to anyone. The cause of it is still unknown though they may have a few leads on it but that's another subject for another day.

Basically endometriosis is scar tissue building on certain organs in the body, most commonly the uterus. This results in extremely painful periods, dysuria, constipation/diarrhea, constant abdominal pain, and so on, you catch the drift. As I stated it is incurable but there are ways to slow down the growth and manage the pain which I have been working with. However to get a legal diagnosis for endometriosis you need to go through a major surgery known as a laparoscopy. During the surgery surgeons will remove the scar tissue but it is highly likely that it will regrow.

I personally decided that I do not want to go through that surgery, especially not at this point in my life. I may consider it in future years. Currently I increased my dose of birth control and do not take placebo pills meaning I do not experience menstruation anymore (THANK GOD 🙏)

Yeah so I'm mentally a train wreck right now and some of this could be incorrect information and you should go with whatever your doctor told you, this is just what my gynecologist said as far as I remember.

[pankowperfection]

Private Practice

Summary: problems in the bedroom lead you to your doctor for help

Warnings: smut, doctor!Rudy, inappropriate doctor/patient relationship, fingering, oral (male & fem receiving), rough sex, choking, 18+

You sit on the cold, sterile chair in the exam room, palms sweaty with embarrassment as you wait for the doctor to come in. Do women really go to see their gynecologist when they are having issues orgasming? Your friends had assured you it was perfectly normal, letting you know that your doctor would be able to help. The soft knock on the door before it swings open startles you, the figure entering the room makes your breath get caught in your throat. This was not your doctor, Monica, who you felt comfortable enough to explain the issue. This was her partner, Rudy, whose chiseled jaw was enough to make your panties damp. "Hi y/n, I'm Dr. Pankow, filling in today. What seems to be the issue?"

Your cheeks flush pink, lump forming in your throat at the thought of telling him what was wrong. He notices your pause, sitting down on the stool opposite you and scooting closer. "It's okay y/n. Whatever it is, we can deal with it." The sincerity behind his aqua blue gaze made you feel slightly better, swallowing your pride before continuing. "Lately I have been having issues....finishing." He starts to type on the laptop in front of him, muscles in his arms flexing as he types. "Okay so issues reaching orgasm, got it. Now is this only during masturbation? Or are you having issues when with a partner as well?" Your cheeks grow even hotter, unable to look him in the eyes when you answer. "Anytime, alone or with a partner." He nods, making additional notes before turning to face you again. "Have you tried toys? Just your fingers? Oral sex? Penetration? Also, is this issue recent?"

You swallow thickly again, mind conjuring up extremely vulgar images of what it would feel like for him to touch you, lick you, fuck you. There's no way your panties aren't soaked through, probably seeping out onto the chair at this point. "Um, yes I have tried both toys and m-my hands. Previous partners have tried to um, go down on me, but it never gets anywhere. Am I just broken?" He smiles and your stomach flips, dimples in his cheeks doing nothing to quell the fire burning in your veins. "No y/n, you aren't broken. Why don't you get undressed so I can take a look and make sure everything anatomically looks good?" He hands you the thin sheet of paper to cover your modesty, turning around as you drop your shorts and panties, folding them over and praying he doesn't notice the dark mark on the fabric from you arousal.

You situate yourself on the exam table, letting him know you are ready. "Okay sweetheart, you know the drill. Scoot down to the edge for me and put your feet in the stirrups." He helps guide you, gloved hand wrapped around your ankle to bring your foot into position, his touch only adding to the lust. You secretly hope he doesn't notice just how wet you are, trying to think of anything else other than him getting up close and personal with your throbbing pussy. "You're going to feel my hands now, just going to touch around the outside first, okay?" "Okay." He gives you a reassuring smile, settling on the stool between your thighs before you feel the cool latex meet your folds. His fingers dip between, spreading your lips apart and teasing around your clit. You bite back a moan, mind reeling at how just these small touches could feel so electric. His thumb presses down over your sensitive bundle of nerves, starting to rub in slow circles making you let out a gasp.

"Doing okay up there?" The sight of him peeking at you from between your legs is so hot, forcing you to bite down on your bottom lip to hold in your whimpers. "Doing fine." He grins, returning to the task at hand. "Okay, you're going to feel my fingers inside now. Try to relax." One thick finger probes around your entrance, collecting your slick before plunging inside. You can't help the moan that escapes your lips, hips jolting at the pleasure he was bringing you. He continues pumping in and out of you, curling his finger and hitting a spot you've never felt before that makes your back arch off the table. "Ah that's it. Where I just touched is your g-spot. As you can see, it brings a lot of pleasure." You suck in a shaky breath, trying to calm your breathing as he plunges a second finger inside.

"Doing so well for me. Everything appears to be in working order, I think maybe you just need a lesson on how to make yourself cum. Once you know how, that will help you guide your partners. Would you like me to show you?" You can't believe that this is really happening, that a talented, sexy doctor would be interested in showing you how to get yourself off. "Yes Dr. Pankow, please show me." He smirks, scooting back and peeling off the paper sheet covering your modesty. Next he peels off his gloves, masculine hands catching your attention as you swallow thickly. "I want you to experience this how it should be, skin to skin. Is that okay?" You nod, not trusting your words as he scoots closer again.

He leans down close to your sex, breath tickling your overheated skin as he breathes in your scent. "Such a pretty pussy. Don't worry, I'm going to make you feel so good." He wastes no time, thrusting two fingers inside of you again and curling just right, your eyes threatening to fall shut as you strain to keep them open to watch him. His other hand comes up to tease your clit, rubbing soft circles at first to gauge your reaction. "What feels better? This?" He alternates to up and down flicks, rolling your clit back and forth. "Or this?" He goes back to the circles, pressing down slightly harder as your hips start to roll. "The circles. Fuck, feels so good." "Remember that for future reference when you touch yourself. Here, why don't you try?" He grabs your hand, bringing it down to your pussy and placing his over yours, making you rub yourself as he had just been. "Still feel good?" His other fingers continue to pump in and out of you, making coherent thoughts a struggle. "Yes, not as good as your fingers though."

He chuckles, withdrawing completely and making you whine. "Don't worry sweetheart. Going to move to level two now, oral sex." Giving you no time to react he leans down, tracing his tongue from your entrance to your clit and groaning at the taste of you. "God, you taste so sweet." Getting back to work he glides his tongue up and down for several minutes, each flick over your clit making your hips jolt up. When his tongue pushes inside of you your thighs tremble, overwhelming pleasure surging through your system. "Fuck Rudy, please." Your hands instinctively wind into his hair, desperate holding him close. He fucks you with his tongue, thumb rolling your clit in circles as your orgasm races closer. "Oh I can feel you tensing. Getting close for me baby." He latches onto your clit now, sucking it between his teeth and giving it soft flicks with his tongue that have you seeing stars. His fingers easily slide back inside, thrusting in and out slowly while he quickly flicks your clit. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum." "That's it sweetheart, give it to me." A few moments later you fall apart, vision going black as you feel a surge of wetness between your legs. "Good fucking girl, you squirted for me."

He stands up from the stool, lips shining with your release and huge tent in his scrub pants. "Now, level three. Do you want me to fuck you?" "Yes, please. Teach me." He nods, untying the elastic band and dropping his bottoms. He rounds the table to stand by your side, bringing your hand to his cock and wrapping it around. "Want you to touch me baby. Stroke me, make me feel good." You nod, sitting up and sliding your hand into his boxers. He lets out a groan when your hand wraps around his shaft, starting to stroke from root to tip. He pulls his boxers down, stepping closer as you start to jerk him faster. "God, just like that. Want to be a good girl and let me feel that mouth of yours?" You eagerly agree, dropping to your knees on the cold tile floor and looking up at him through your lashes.

You wrap your tongue around the tip, teasing before swallowing him down until your nose meets his pelvis. You get straight to work, bobbing up and down his impressive length as his hands wrap around your hair. "Shit, sweetheart. So good." His praise spurs you on, fondling his balls as you twirl your tongue around his shaft. "As much as I want to cum in that pretty little mouth, I'd rather cum in that sweet pussy. Stand up and bend over the table." You do as your told, arching your back as you grip onto the far edge of the vinyl. "Hold on tight," he calls, teasing his tip through your folds before slamming inside. You moan in unison, rocking your hips back to meet his thrusts. "You feel like heaven wrapped around me baby. Like you were made for my cock."

Each thrust make your hips bounce against the table, surely leaving bruises but you just don't care. "Harder Rudy, please." He groans, wrapping your hair into a ponytail and pulling you up into a deeper arch. He lifts your left leg up on to the table, bending to drive up even harder into you. "Fuck, please." His other hand wraps around your throat, squeezing tight enough to bring you even more pleasure as he pistons in and out of you. "You gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock? Let me fill you up?" You moan loudly, forcing him to squeeze your throat tighter to keep you quiet. "Oh Rudy, oh fuck. I'm gonna cum." The hand in your hair trails to your clit, rubbing it just right to make you explode, legs threatening to give out as he fucks you through it. "Oh baby," he groans into your ear, hips stilling as you feel his warm cum coat your walls. He withdraws and grabs some paper towels to wipe you clean, turning you to kiss you softly on the lips. "You ever need any more sex lessons you come to me personally, okay?"

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[notsarareallynot]

Bucky x Reader Pregnant Part 2

< Part 1 / Part 2 >

Summary: You and Bucky finally find out the gender of your baby. The ups and downs of the Pregnancy and how the both of you deal with it. A lot of comforting, fluff and lots of SMUT.

Warnings: blood, crying, emotions, pregnancy

Word count: 2.2k

I’m sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes…

(I didn’t read this over again, so brave yourself for a few mistakes here and there)

“God you are killing me here peanut.” You mumble to yourself, trying to sit up in your bed, 7 Months pregnant with a round belly.

The warmth on you side comes from your husband, who’s still a sleep beside you.

Before you got pregnant, Bucky would always wake up before you, but now 7 month into the pregnancy, you would always wake up in the middle of the night, or really early. You either had to pee, where really hungry craving something sweet or your little baby girl would give you a hard time kicking.

Yes, Baby girl.

You and Bucky found out that you were having a little girl.

5 month ago

“I’m so exited” Bucky says to you, as you wait together in the waiting area of your gynecologist.

“Me too, I hope everything is alright” you say with a ring of anxiety to your voice.

Bucky takes your hand in his, bringing it up to his mouth placing a kiss onto it.

“Everything is going to be just fine, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.” You say still not totally convinced.

“Y/n Barnes?” A nurse calls.

You stand up and walk towards her, as she leads you to an examination room.

She lays you down and asks you to lift your shirt.

There wasn’t really a bump there yet, it looked like you were slightly bloated yes, but not pregnant.

“Just wait here, Dr. Reese is gonna be here any second.” The young nurse is tells you.

You give her a smile as she walks out, leaving you and Bucky all alone.

You take a shaky breath.

Bucky takes your hand again.

“I’m just so nervous James.” you say.

He strokes your hair kissing your temple.

“Shh, everything is going to be fine with our little girl.”

“Little Girl?” you ask him chuckling.

He grins at you. “Yes y/n. A little girl, my little girl.” he says confidently.

“I don’t care what gender the baby is, I just want it to be healthy, but I wouldn’t mind a little boy who will look, just as handsome as his father.” you say quietly.

“Why do you want a girl?”

He looks at you. “I would like a little princess, in a pink tutu, with those little pigtails…”

He would like that? Maybe you would like for it to be a girl too, Bucky would be an amazing Dad either way, but him as a girl Dad playing in an all pink room, throwing a tee party? Yes, you would like that.

The doctor steps in interrupting your talk.

“Hello how are we feeling Miss Barnes?”

“Fine, very nervous but fine.” you smile at Bucky squeezing his hand.

“Oh no reason to be nervous darling, let’s just have a look at your baby, so I can calm your nerves yes?”

“Yes please”

“Would you like to find out the gender today?” She asks the both of you.

“Yes. Please.” Bucky says immediately.

“Okay so this is going to be a bit cold”

She puts gel on your belly and you and Bucky stare to the screen.

“Okay…” Dr. Reese murmured studying the screen.

While she scans your belly she asks you a few basic questions.

“Is everything else going good? Do you have any nausea yet?”

Oh yes. The nausea had started two weeks ago. It was pretty bad, you were nauseous every morning, and the smell of certain things made you throw up.

“Yeah I’ve been feeling sick for the last two weeks.” you tell her.

Bucky also speaks up. “My wife has a hard time keeping food in and I’m worried about that, I think she even lost weight.”

You look at Bucky as he talks. He’s been very worried that’s true. He was always right beside you holding back your hair or bringing you water.

Dr. Reese nods. “I will prescribe you something for the nausea. And Mister Barnes don’t worry, it’s pretty common that some women lose a few pounds at the beginning of the pregnancy before gaining them back, after the nausea fades”

She looks back to the screen again.

“Well the baby looks healthy and it looks like you will have a girl, but it’s always hard to tell with girls. But I’m pretty sure.”

“Really?” you ask feeling a wash of relief at the mention of the baby’s health.

“A girl?” Bucky asks Dr.Reese again.

“Yes it looks like it. Congratulations.”she says smiling.

You feel Bucky squeezing your hand and look up at his teary eyes, wich are fixed onto the screen.

“C-could we maybe get a picture please?” Bucky asks your Doctor in a shaky voice.

“Yes, of course Mister Barnes.” she says with a big smile.

———————————————

Present time

You groan again rubbing your belly.

Bucky stretches beside you, turning toward you, placing lazy kisses onto your thighs and belly.

“Everything fine Doll face?” he whispers, his voice thick with sleep.

“Yeah she’s just keeping me awake again, go back to sleep it’s late” you mumble stroking your fingers through Bucks hair.

He sits up, placing both of his hands on your belly bringing his mouth down, placing gentle kisses onto it. “Baby girl we already talked about this. You can’t keep your mommy up all night, she needs to sleep. So do Daddy a favor and let your mommy rest a bit mhm?” he whispers against your belly.

Bucky talking to your baby warms your heart every time. But it also makes you super horney, but that’s something that came with that pregnancy, maybe Bucky is just too handsome.

Just a second later she kicks hard again, making Bucky chuckle.

“Well I tried my best” he says with a smile.

Bucky swings his legs out of bed standing up, dressed just in his black boxers. He’s walking to the bathroom. A few seconds later he comes back out.

You can’t help but stare at him, the way his boxers hang so low on his strong hips, the way his abs flex as he walks. God you are so lucky, this men is basically sex on legs.

You look down at yourself. You have an oversized shirt of Bucky on and some granny panties that you bought in the mom section a few weeks ago, because your thong’s were getting way to uncomfortable. You also gained a few pounds and your breast weren’t sitting like they were before you got pregnant. And even though you were more than happy to be pregnant and become a mom, you didn’t feel like yourself. Your body was changing.

Even though Bucky didn’t say something ever, and never would. You can’t help but feel bad. He looked his best while you, well you were looking like this.

“Buck…? Forget it…” you say quietly.

He walks up to your bed sitting down next to you immediately, now fully awake.

“What is it love? Do you crave something? I can go and get you something from the kitchen? Or do you want me to massage you mhm? Tell me what is it?”

You could cry he was so sweet and supportive throughout the whole pregnancy. Maybe this was all because of your hormones, but you started to tear up.

“Hey, hey y/n, Doll hey what’s wrong? Tell me.” He asks slightly panicked that something wasn’t right with you or the baby, or that you were in pain.

“No, it’s so stupid” you sob silently now crying.

Bucky hugs you to him, caressing your cheek, wiping your tear away with his thumb.

“Look at me. No matter what you would tell me, I would never think of you as stupid. So now my beautiful, lovely wife tell me what bothers you.” he asks gently, while rubbing your back.

You scoff at him calling you beautiful, because that’s exactly the opposite of how you were feeling.

“Did I do something wrong…?” He ask’s quietly.

You chuckle sadly. “No, god no, you are perfect, that’s the problem. I look at you and god I get pregnant again just by doing so. And lately when I look at me… I- I just feel… not good.” you hiccup.

His eyes soften at your confession.

“Is that what this is about y/n?”

You shrug leaning your head against his shoulder.

“Y/n, Love you are perfect.” he starts, but you scoff again interrupting him.

“Hey I’m serious. You look so fucking hot pregnant” he says.

“Yeah right, I bet those stretch marks and those granny panties really turn you on.” You say sadly as a tear rolls down your cheek.

He gently moves in front of you and takes your face gently in his hands. “You mean those beautiful marks that show how fucking strong you are caring my baby?” He asks you, pulling your shirt up stroking the stretch marks on your thighs placing kisses onto them. “Or those beautiful hips which carry our baby?” He asks stroking your chubby sides.

“What else mhm? Your beautiful full breasts which are going to feed our baby girl?”

You can’t help the tears that are falling as he talks.

“Baby, let me tell you, I get hard every time I just look at you” he chuckles quietly trying to lift your mood.

You can’t help but smile.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck yes. Doll I don’t care what kind of underwear you wear, or how much you weigh or all that other shit you worry about in that little head of yours. You carry our child, making me a Dad and happier then I’ve ever been, you got that? And I’m so sorry if I ever made you feel like you weren’t the hottest chick I ever laid my eyes on, because you are. In fact let me show you just how much I appreciate your body.”

SMUT AHEAD!!!! (If you don’t like it skip it I guess?)

He pushes you gently down onto your back.

“Can we take that of love?” He asks tugging on your, well his shirt, you where wearing.

You nod your head.

He lifts your shirt over your head. You lay now just in your underwear in front of him.

Bucky places kisses on your round belly making his way up your full breasts.

He takes a nipple into his mouth sucking gently on it, while his other hand makes his way down between your bodies to find your damped underwear.

He looks up at you.

“Can we take those off too?”

“Mhmm…” you moan while Bucky slides your underwear down your thighs.

His fingers found your clit and you moan.

“Let me taste you, my beautiful wife”

He dives down eating you out. His tongue finds your clit and you feel a finger gently pressing against your opening.

Bucky pushes his finger inside and starts fucking you with his finger while sucking on your clit.

You moan and your hands find his hair tugging on it.

You feel the tight knot building up in your stomach.

“Buck, Buck I’m gonna I’m…” you cry out his name while your orgasm rolls trough you.

Bucky comes back up kissing you, his lips glistening with your juices.

“You wanna now how fucking hard you make me, pretty girl mhm?” Buck asks you, taking your hand pushing it inside of his boxers.

“That Doll, that’s how fucking hard you make me” he whispers in your ear.

“I-I want you James…” you moan.

Bucky lines himself up at your entrance, he slowly and really gently pushes into you.

So slow it feels like torture.

“James please” you moan dragging your nails up his back.

“Doll even though I think it’s the hottest thing that you bag me to fuck that needy pussy of yours, but I don’t want to hurt you or our baby girl.” He says while slowly fucking his length in and out of you.

“I- I can’t…” you moan feeling another orgasm coming up.

You look at Bucky he has his eyes fixed on you, slowly thrusting in and out of you.

“James I wanna- I wanna ride you.” You say breathless.

Bucky stills inside of you.

“Doll I don’t think that’s a good idea…”

You know what Bucky thinks, since he found out that your pregnant he would be even more gentle during sex, scared of hurting you or the baby.

“It’s okay, I talked to my doctor. I promise.” You look up at him.

He nods unsure and turns you around so you’d be on top.

You took that as a chance to take all of him, lowering yourself completely down on his length.

Bucky groans out griping your hips, helping you ride him.

You realized fast that this position felt unbelievable good for you, but was much harder with all that extra weight you’d put on.

“Wanna switch back around love ?” Bucky asks seeing you struggle.

“Yes please.” You half moan.

Bucky turns you again pounding you gently into the mattress.

“Doll fuck you grip me so fucking tight… I’m gonna come” he moans hiding his face in your neck.

“Me too” you moan kissing him.

A few lazy thrust later you come squeezing Bucky, he groans and stills, coming inside of you.

“And that’s, how fucking hot my beautiful, pregnant wife is.” Bucky whispers in your ear.

“I love you” he whispers kissing your neck.

“I love you” you say looking up at him.

**********

I know it was pretty short but the 3 part is almost done. 😁

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

hey sex witch uh so if someone has a suspected yeast infection, does that warrant a doctor’s appointment or do you just like talk to a pharmacist? i’m trans and very cis-passing so if i go to cvs im gonna have to go through the whole Surprise! I Have A Pussy but also i get anxious about like. bothering my primary care doctor if it’s something minor? i’ve never had a yeast infection before so i dont 100% know the protocol or whatever

hi anon,

it's often recommended that you see a gynecologist the first time you think you have a yeast infection, to ensure that that's really what's going on and make sure you're seeking the proper route of treatment. if you're unsure if that would be an appropriate appointment to make with your primary care provider, you might want to call the office and check to make sure that this is something your PCP is able to see you for.

it's worth noting that, although common, yeast infections shouldn't necessarily be considered a minor issue. few yeast infections clear up on their own, and in addition to the discomfort they cause a yeast infection that goes untreated too long can lead to more severe health complications, including painful open sores on the genitalia.

if going to your doctor right away is a Big No for you, there ARE antifungal yeast infection treatments available over the counter in most drugstores, usually without any need to talk to a pharmacist. (although, if you do need help finding the right medication, there's no need to necessarily disclose that you're trans. people buy non-prescription medication for other people all the time!) but if the symptoms don't go away, or they come back very quickly, I'd definitely recommend visiting with a healthcare provider to pursue other treatment options and make sure you didn't misdiagnose yourself.

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OMG DID YOU JUST SQY THAT A JEW PART IS VOMING OUT SOON FOR I JUST FEEL SO STUPID !?!? 🥹🫶🏻

hi love here it is :) i lied earlier when i said you would need tissues, save them for part three you guys okay? bc that will be up by the end of next week. as someone who's been pregnant, i had a completely different one than most people do, it was very intensely tumultuous and life threatening on my end towards the end. this in no way reflects my pregnancy.

3.777k words.

warnings: pregnancy, morning sickness, mama Byers, brotherly jonathan idk what else to put.

part one

"..I'LL BE THERE.." billy hargrove x female!hopper reader

It had been only a couple of days since your confession and subsequent break down in front of Joyce, the woman had been amazing, you had to admit. She had kept true to her word and hadn't said a word to your father, she had picked you up from school the next day around noon and had driven you straight to her gynecologists office, she had thought about buying you a test kit from the store, but she needed to be sure about this, and so did you. 

The ride there was silent and tense, though she had asked how you'd been feeling and if you were okay. You had given her simply a meek nod of your head, ready to just go home and hide in your bed. She ushered you inside the building, walking up to the reception desk with you. 

"My daughter has a 12:30 appointment with Doctor Parsons," She says, and you can't help but feel warm at the mention her calling you her daughter, you can't help the small smile on your lips at the notion. She talks to the lady for a few more moments before being handed a clipboard and a pen, ushering you over to the waiting area. "Alright honey, just need to answer some of these.."

Once you fill out all of the papers, using her address instead of yours Incase they mailed anything that you didn't want your father seeing, you hand her the clipboard and she takes it back to the receptionist. Before she can even sit back down an overly chipper blonde headed lady pokes her head out of a door that leads to a hallway and calls your name. 

You stand, holding your hand out for Joyce. "I don't want to do it alone." You say, and the woman gives you a warm smile, rubbing your back as she squeezes your hand, walking next to you. 

"You're not alone." You knew she meant the words in more ways than one, and for that you were more than grateful. 

The nurse that had called your name hands you a small plastic cup with your name on it before taking your weight, sending you off to the bathroom. Thankfully you had managed to keep a whole bottle of water down this morning, and hadn't peed since before you left for school. 

The patients room was small and cold, and you couldn't help but shiver in the thin dressing gown they had given you to put on, incase they needed to do more of an exam, incase the test was positive. 

The pair of you sat in a tense silence, you perched on the edge of the exam table, her in one of the hard plastic chairs to your left. You picked at your fingers, a nervous habit you had picked up over the years, one you did mostly when you were thinking deeply about something, much as you were right now. 

Your mind was a swirling mess, you don't remember much of the last couple of days, much less today. You had gone through the halls like a zombie, not speaking or even looking at people, your body on its own kind of auto pilot. You hadn't noticed the worried glances from Jonathan or Nancy, the hushed whispers of El and your father this morning, you hadnt even noticed Billy shadowing you through the halls, trying to catch your attention. You don't even remember hearing any of your teachers talking, your brain nothing but one big buzz of a blur as you thought about what was possibly growing inside of your uterus, your future. 

God, this was terrifying. How were you going to do this? How were you going to tell your father? Jesus, how were you going to tell Billy?

"Joyce," Your voice shakes and the woman looks up at you, she had been staring intently at the white tile floor, her leg bouncing nervously. She hums, bottom lip in her mouth as she chews on it. "my dad is going to be so mad at me.." 

Joyce stands, shaking her head. "Hey now, don't think like that, Y/N," She says, taking your hands in her own. They were warm, and comforting as she rubbed her thumbs across the backs of your knuckles. "Your dad is by no means a gentle hearted man at times but he is your father, and he loves you. Hop might be a bit upset, but he'll come around, and i know he'd support you in whatever you decide to do..even if he doesn't like your decisions." You nod at her words, knowing she's right, but you don't feel the least bit comforted by them, your whole world was changing, you didn't need the doctors to tell you, you already knew. "Now what about this Billy kid?"

You swallow thickly, lifting your head up to meet her eyes. "What about him?" Your voice is quiet, small as you grimace, thinking back to the night that had lead you to this moment. 

Joyce opens her mouth to speak, eyebrows furrowed, but is interrupted by the light knock on the door, followed by the doctor poking his head in. He gives you a smile, walking in. 

"Joyce, good to see you.." He says, giving the woman a friendly handshake. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but i believe birthed all of your children with you, i don't recall there being any girls.." 

"She's not mine by blood, Doc, but she's as good as." She says, giving you a squeeze in your shoulder. You reach up to grab her hand, enjoying the comfort of brought you to hear those words. "So..are we.. expecting?"

The doctor purses his lips, looking at the two of you as he leans against a machine you hadnt noticed before. "You are indeed, yes. Urinalysis picked up levels of the pregnancy hormone.." He says, you feel a slight sense of relief at the news, because at least now you knew for sure. "I'd like to have you back on Wednesday for an ultrasound and some basic measurements so that we can find out exactly how far along you are..give you a few days to think about your options.." 

You don't know what to say, eyes wide and mouth slacked. Joyce does the talking for you, before helping you down off of the table to dress, you going through the motions as she helps you back into your clothes. 

"What the fuck am i going to do?" 

Joyce was amazing to say the least. She had taken you home to her house that afternoon, and held you in her arms as you cried on her couch, sobbing into her lap as you blubbered about how this wasn't what you wanted to do with your life, how you hadn't ever meant to be pregnant at your age, let alone by losing your virginity. 

She had let you stay the night, and saturday night as well, taking the whole weekend off of work to be with you. Jonathan had protested when she kicked him out of his own room for you to have somewhere quiet to rest, especially once the morning sickness got to you, but he had gone quietly none the less, eyes narrowed as he wondered what the hell was going on. 

On Sunday, around noon you called Joyce into the room, you had just finished throwing up everything you had managed to keep down throughout the night, which was mostly just water and some saltine crackers. She was kind enough to bring a fresh glass of water with her, and you groaned softly when she climbed into the bed behind you, brushing hair away from your forehead. 

"It gets better in a few months honey, i promise." She says softly, and you feel the motherly love flow through her fingertips. You relished in the feel of it, your body relaxing even if only for a few minutes. 

"That's a few months too long.." You groan, pulling Jonathan's blanket farther up your body. She chuckles and you sit in silence for a minute, before you breathe out a tense breath. "I want to tell dad tonight..I'm scared, but he needs to know first." 

Joyce hums. "Im scared too baby, but you're right, he needs to know." She knew Jim might possibly fly off the handle, she knew that he might raise his voice and stomp around, but she also knew that he loved you, and he would support you, even if he disagreed with your choices. "Well, he gets off early today, so I guess I'll go ahead and start on dinner..what sounds good?" 

After a few hours, you had finally gotten dressed, throwing on an old sweater that Joyce had given you and your pants that she had washed for you. Your father was off work early, much as she had said, and you gave him a tight hug, thankful for the time you had while he wasn't mad at you.

When it was time for everyone to sit down for dinner, you stayed next to Joyce, feeling the most comfortable. Will and Jonathan were on one side, El and your father on the other, talking about how their weekends had been going, what their dungeons and dragons campaign had been like. It was a normal, happy dinner. You pushed your pasta around your plate, taking a few bites here and there, the food being the one thing that didn't make your stomach roll at the sight or smell of it. 

"Y/N, honey? You've been awfully quiet.." Your father says, you look up at him quickly, your eyes wide. "What's on your mind?" 

You stammer over your words for a moment, before Joyce gives your hand a gentle squeeze, calming you enough to be able to spit it out. "Um, actually dad, I do have something to tell you, everyone actually." He sets his fork down, still chewing his food and he looks at you ecpextantly, the whole table goes quiet, eyes on you. "I know you're going to be upset, and I'm upset at myself as well, but i can't change what's happened.."

He looks at you, brows furrowed as his expression changes into one of anxiousness. "Y/N…" He says, voice low, your name slow to come off of his lips. "What's going on?" He glanced at Joyce too, not liking the soft look she sends his way. 

"Dad, guys, I'm..pregnant." 

Tables hadn't exactly flipped, but they were close to it. Your dad's hand squeezed around his fork as his face paled at your words. Did i hear that right? He wondered, eyes wide as he slowly turned his head to look at you. "What did you say?" The entire table had gone silent, still. It was almost as if everyone was afraid to move incase if brought his wrath down upon them.

You rub your lips together for a moment, your leg bouncing up and down under the table in nervousness as you squeeze Joyce's hand tightly, trying not to outwardly convey your fears. "I'm pregnant, dad.." You spit out once more, feeling bile rise in the back of your throat. "I'm gonna be sic-" You rise from the table quickly, hand over youe mouth as you sprint to the bathroom, just barely making it to hover above the toilet, and not nearly in enough time to keep it from spewing down your clothes. 

You vaguely hear footsteps coming after you, and feel someone's presence move your hair back from your face as you vomit the contents of your stomach, your anxiety and morning sickness mixing together to push it all out. You groan as you sink down to your knees, and almost jump through the window when you realize it's your father's hand rubbing your back now, trying his best to soothe you. "I'm sorry.." 

He doesn't say anything for a few moments but you see his face soften, some of his anger, or maybe fear ebbing away at your complete look of panic and fear. "This why you've been staying here the last couple days?" He asks, his voice tight, you know that that's a sign that he's trying to avoid his emotions, to control them and push them down. You nod, his hand stops rubbing your back. "Alright honey, why don't you go lay down okay? I need to talk with Joyce.." 

He helps you to Jonathan's room, pulling the blanket up around you as you curl up into a ball on the bed that was surprisingly comfortable and welcoming warmth after having stripped yourself of your sweater that had been ruined by your vomit. 

"Don't be mad at her dad..she was only trying to go what i asked.." You murmur, stomach still rolling, causing your face to blanch before you gag. You father grimaces as he holds up a trash bin for you to barf in, turning his head as he rubs your back again. After a minute or so you raise your head up, eyes drooping with exhaustion. "She was only trying to be a mom.."

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Monday rolled around faster than you had wanted it to, Jonathan waking you by shaking your shoulder gently, holding a cup of water out to you. You take it gratefully, the taste of vomit and bad breath lingering in your mouth. 

"Did they argue?" You ask, voice raspy as you watch him go through his dresser for clothes. "It's my fault if they did, i shouldn't have had her keep a secret like that.." 

Jonathan shakes his head, rolling his eyes at you. "I know it's just you being emotional because you're pregnant, but you're an entire rollercoaster to be around the last couple of weeks, you know that?" He asks, looking over at you. He grind and ducks as you throw a pillow at him. "They didn't fight..well, they did, but mom put your dad in his place and they came to a stiff agreement before they kissed and made up." 

You hum, sipping the water slowly. "Good, he needs her to humble him." You say. "You driving me to school?" He looks back up at you as he finally digs out some clothes. 

"You going today?" He asks, looking at you. "Do you even want to be around Billy right now?" You narrow your eyes at him. "Oh come on, it wasn't that hard to figure out, he's been staring at you for weeks now, and i know it wasn't Steve that took you to that party, he wouldn't have left you on the front porch drunk like that." 

You swallow thickly, suddenly nervous. "He needs to know, might as well confront him about it now, it would be rude of me to suddenly show up one day with a baby belly and just be 'hey, Billy, you're having a kid soon!'." You push the blankets off of you, slowly getting to your feet. You were queasy, but not overly, and for that you were grateful. 

The drive to school was thankfully not horrible, Jonathan being kind enough not to take turns too hard and swerving so as not to cause your stomach to roll. He even walked you into school, making sure you had your sweater because you seemed to be so cold all the time that you shivered. 

The day had been long, your exhaustion washing over you as you moved from class to class, smiling and talking to your friends and teachers as you did, feeling somewhat like yourself again with the weight of your affliction off of your shoulders now that you had at least told your family about it. Billy plagued the back of your mind the whole day, you had caught glimpses of him in the halls, but hadn't made any moves to talk to him, you figured it'd be easier to corner him after basketball practice, when he would be in a decent-ish mood and more willing to talk. 

That was where you were now, your bag on your shoulder and the sleeves of your sweater tucked up around your hands, you were cold. "Jonathan, really, I'm okay." You say exasperatedly, he had been on your heels all day between classes, asking if you needed anything, practically being over protective as if he were the father of the baby you were carrying. "Go home.." 

He looks at you, and then glances out at Billy on the on the floor, he was sweaty and shirtless, much too good looking, you thought. "You're going to need a ride home, and what if he acts like a total dick, huh?"

You groan, turning to face him. "Jonathan, go home. Let me do this by myself, this is between him and I, it's not your mess." You say a little too forcefully. "I appreciate you being so sweet, and for letting me take over your room this weekend..but really, im okay." 

He's hesitant still, but he finally concedes, hanging his head as he sighs. "Well, call me when you get home at least, just so I know you're safe." He kisses the top of your head before grabbing his bag and getting his keys from his pocket, you can't help but adore the way he had adapted to being a brother to you. 

Practice goes on for another good long hour, and you're grateful when it's finally over, making your way down the bleachers as the boys head to the locker rooms. You sit on the bottom row, foot nervously tapping and subconsciously, a protective hand on your stomach as it rolled in nausea. "Woah little one, hold your horses on that.." You mutter, and after a moment, it goes away almost as if it had understood you, even if it still wasn't more than just a clump of cells at that moment. 

A while longer passes, and you grow impatient as you wait, pulling a book out of your bag to entertain your overly worried mind. You don't hear the locker room door open, or his footsteps approach you, and you jump in fright when you hear his voice. "Are you sick your something?" He asks, taking you in cautiously. He noticed that you were awfully pale, and you looked queasy most of the day, particularly at lunch. 

You swallow, looking up at him. "I wish.." You murmur, putting your book away. "Billy, we need to talk.." You stand, face to face with him, mustering all the courage you could. 

He cocks his lips into a smirk, looking at you with those devilish eyes. "What? Are you pregnant?" He asks jokingly, completely expecting you to roll your eyes at him, he chuckles for a moment until he sees your pursed lips, and an unsettling feeling wells up in his stomach. He feels about as sick as you look. "Oh..you aren't..are you?" 

You look away, unable to find the words. Slowly, you sink back down onto your spot on the bench, looking down at your feet. He's silent, and as a large group of boys comes barreling out of the locker room, he sinks down next to you, hands on his thighs, an odd expression on his face. 

"Are you okay?" You ask, he looked like he was feeling every emotion all at once, and it made you s little nervous. "Billy?" You ask, nudging his shoulder gentler with your own. 

He snaps out of his trance and glances at you, eyes wide as he turns to fully face you. "Am I okay? Are you okay?" He asks, and you sense actual concern in his voice, something that surprises you to no end. "Like..does it hurt or anything? Oh god are you actually sick? Is that really a thing?" 

You chuckle for a moment, taken aback by the concerned side of him. "Billy, im fine..sick constantly, I threw up after lunch, and all weekend..i can't keep anything down but Joyce says that that happens.." You see him tense as you speak. "Cold too, and god im exhausted..but anyway, i just wanted to tell you..i figured you had a right to..what are you doing?" Before you had finished speaking his leather coat was off of his shoulders and swung over yours, you stare up at him, shocked. 

"You're cold. My jacket is warm. Why are you only in that sweater? Don't you have anything warmer?" He asks, he wasn't exactly thrilled by the situation, but he wasnt stupid, he was just as much a part of this fuck up as you were, except he didn't have to deal with as many consequences as you did. The least he could do was not be a dick. 

"I spent the weekend with Joyce, this was all I had with me.." You say off handedly, though you snuggle up into the coat. It really was warm. You could tell he had more questions, but you honestly were shocked that he was being so…not him, and the stress of the anticipation has you more tired than anything. Maybe you should have had Jonathan wait for you. "I know you probably have alot to say, or maybe you don't, but..can we talk about all of it tomorrow? Im exhausted, and stressed and probably gonna throw up soon..I just want to go home.." 

And home you went, he had insisted on driving you, careful not to drive so erratically, and even turning the heat on for you even though it wasnt too cold out yet. He had even offered to walk you to the front door, but seeing your dad's car in the drive you figured that wasn't such a good idea. 

"Thank you, Billy.." You say, slipping out of his jacket. You hesitate before going to open the door, and you feel him shift towards you as if to ask if you're okay. "If you're interested, I have a doctor's appointment on Wednesday for an ultrasound to see the..baby.." That was the first time you had said it out loud, and to be frank, it was quite weird coming from your lips.

Billy swallows, your words making it sink in just a bit more. Holy fuck, he thought, i really knocked her up.. "I'll be there." He says definitively, nodding at you as you give him a small smile before climbing out of car. He sits for a moment, head back against his seat as you walk up to your front door. He watches you disappear before driving off himself.