⋆˚꩜｡ thinking about med play with park the shark
Brendon relaxes on his couch, still in in scrubs, after a long shift of being annoyed, waiting for his sweet girlfriend, you, to arrive.
Truthfully, you have been waiting all week for this moment. With the stressful week from patients coming in noticeably not wearing their retainers or not brushing their teeth, you needed help from Brendon.
Brendon waits some-what patiently, bouncing his leg and checking your location every few minutes, or seconds.
Once you finally arrive, Brendon ushers you to his room.
“M’kay. c’mon, strip.” Brendon watches you excitedly slide off your clothes. While you lie down onto his bed, he’s pulling out a pair of latex, blue gloves and a stethoscope. He puts the stethoscope around his neck like it’s a second nature.
Once you’re comfortable on the bed, you watch him pull on the gloves. Your hips squirm, anxious but excited.
The gloves snap comfortably against his hand. He sighs at the familiar feeling. He glances over at you laid down.
“No. You know how this goes. Sit up on the edge with your feet up.” Brendon grunts out, impatient. You scramble obediently to listen, now exposed. Brendon gives a short nod, approving. He walks back to his closet, pulling out a short sliding chair. He sits down with a small grunt then slides right in front of you.
He eyes your wet cunt and slowly reaches out, spreading your folds like he’s examining. You let out a small whine, watching his sharp eyes. Brendon presses against your clit, letting out a small hum. You gasp upon feeling the cool rubber touch your most sensitive spot. Brendon keeps one hand still spreading you open. The other hand that was touching your clit slides down. He uses two thick fingers and slides them into your weeping hole. He curls his fingers, like he’s searching for something.
Your hips buck up and squirm immediately. you let out a choked sob that is immediately cut off by Park.
“Uh uh. Stop moving. I’ve got to check.” Brendon’s free hand goes behind your thighs and holds your hips down. You seemingly whine louder, already nearing the edge. “Why are you so squirmy? I’m examining. This isn’t meant to be sexual.” Your walls clenching around his fingers.
You come with a loud cry, your hips squirming finally. Brendon sighs happily and slides his fingers out of your hole, wiping them onto a napkin on his bedside.
“I’m not done. Lay down now.”
