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Peter sighs softly as he decides to wear a dress today for his monthly gynecologist appointment to make it easier for the doctor to do his routine check up. Unfortunately, his usual Doctor, Dr. Romanoff wasn’t available, so he was referred to another well known Gynecologist, Dr. Stark.
He doesn’t know Dr. Stark personally, all he knows is that man is a formidable doctor who’s married to a runway model. Peter didn’t bother to look up at Doctor as he grabbed his phone and the keys to his car that was gifted by his husband, a royal blue Aston Martin DB11, for their fifth wedding anniversary.
The drive to the hospital was quick, quicker than what Peter had expected. He parks his car at the basement parking of the hospital for VIP patients. The soft purr of the engine slowly dissipates as he turns off the car. As he got out, he raises a brow when he sees a familiar red Bugatti Centodieci, he couldn’t put his finger on why it was so familiar though.
His heels softly clicked against the tiled floors of the hospital, he walks up to the receiving desk, the woman behind the desk eye’s widened, standing up abruptly, “Mrs.—”
Peter smiles and waves the woman off politely, “Is Dr. Stark already free? I have an appointment with him in five minutes,” he says with a kind tone.
The woman blinks rapidly before scrambling to check her computer before nodding, “y-yes, m-ma’am, sir– should I— should I guide—”
Deciding to save the poor woman from her breakdown, he shakes his head politely, “no it’s okay, I know Dr. Stark’s office is just the door across from Dr. Romanoff’s,” he says as he gives another polite wave before walking towards the Doctor’s office.
He knocks thrice, waiting for a response before he hears a low vibrating voice saying ‘ come in’.
When Peter steps inside the office, he physically held back the gasp he was about to let out, pressing his tongue against the roof of his mouth when he finally sees who this Dr. Stark is.
Oh god.
Dr. Stark is gorgeous.
Peter feels every hair on his body stand up in attention as he surveys the Doctor, subtly checking him out, Dr. Stark had the most gorgeous face in the whole planet, brown eyes that rivaled the earth after the rain, framed by long curved lashes. His hair was pushed back, peppered but so fucking hot. His physique? Oh man.
“Ah, Mr. Parker,” Dr. Stark greets, raising a meticulously groomed brow at him, “please take a seat,” the man says gesturing to the expensive-looking chair in front of the doctor’s table.
He wants to correct the Doctor, ‘Mrs.’ but refrains as he hides his hand behind his back before pulling off his wedding ring, subtly dropping it in his purse as he sat primly on the chair being offered.
“Hello, Dr. Stark,” he greets politely as well.
“Well, Dr. Romanoff sent over your last month’s record, and I can see that you’re quite healthy, Mr. Parker. But kudos to you for keeping up with the monthly check up, it’s good for anyone to make sure that their body is in tiptop shape,” the doctor says as he props some boxy glasses with black frames on his face.
“I try to keep myself healthy everywhere, Doctor,” Peter replies, trying to keep his tone nowhere near flirty.
The doctor snaps his fingers together, before pointing at him, “and that’s good! Very good! Alright, routine questions first before we do a physical examination, Mr. Parker.”
Peter nods politely, “of course, Dr. Stark,” he says, crossing his legs, the dress he wore today was short and pretty.
Dr. Stark clears his throat, “well, pretty thing like you, I’m guessing you have a partner?” He asks, looking at the tablet, as if he’s taking something down.
“Oh, yeah, he’s rarely around though,” Peter says, shrugging.
The doctor’s eyebrow raised, “Oh, is he now? How’s your sex life with him?” Dr. Stark asks professionally.
He gives the doctor a hum, “good.”
“Just good?” Dr. Stark jabs again, “seems like your partner is not taking care of you enough, Mr. Parker,” the man says, clearing his throat, “alright, what about vices? Alcohol? Smoking? Drugs?”
Peter shifts on his seat, “I vape, partner smokes, we sometimes drink, usually weekends with friends or just the two of us but I keep it to a minimum since my partner is older than me and I need to keep his health in line,” he says conversationally.
Dr. Stark doesn't look up from his notes as he hums, "And tell me, Mr. Parker, I have no records but I ask out of duty, previous pregnancies? Plans for children?”
“No previous pregnancies but yes, we do have plans for children, maybe this year if we finally get things right,” Peter says with a smile, his eyelashes fluttering slightly.
The man's eyes lock onto his, "Mhmm, understandable that your partner wants to knock you up,” he murmurs, slowly looking down at Peter's body. “When was the last time you had sex?”
Peter bites his lower lip as he shifts in his seat, ‘ this morning before he left for work,’ but he lies instead, “a month ago, maybe? Like I said, he’s rarely around,” he says, shrugging his shoulders.
“Tsk, tsk,” the doctor shakes his head, “last orgasm, then?”
‘This morning too,’ Peter thought before clearing his throat, “like on my own? Probably like weeks ago, Doctor,” he says shyly, he’s never shy with Dr. Romanoff but there’s something about Dr. Stark…
The man's humming is low and deep, he fills in a few more boxes without asking Peter. He carefully puts the pen down on the desk, “If you can undress before going up to the examination table, Mr. Parker. Completely naked , if you please.”
This makes Peter raise a brow, don’t doctors usually provide a medical gown or something? Not wanting to question the doctor, he stands up from his seat before unzipping the side zipper of his dress.
He slowly strips it down, leaving him in his red thong, his nipples already tightening from the coldness of the room, he hugs his upper chest to hide his tits before methodically removing his panties until he’s fully naked, leaving his clothes hanging on the rack.
“Uhm, where do you want me, Doctor?” He asks, arm covering his tits, one hand cupping his pussy.
“You can sit on the examination table, Mr. Parker,” Dr. Stark says getting up from his desk and approaching Peter, “Don't be shy, dear, I assure you I see this every day," he adds wqith a wolfish smile.
Peter swallows before nodding, he drops his hands and carefully gets on the examination table, his legs spread as his heels are propped up against the stirrups, the cold air of the room hitting his pussy that was mildly wet already.
The doctor stands next to him, not in the least hiding the hungry look he gives his body, making Peter bristle. "Have you had breast discomfort lately?" He asks, reaching out without warning to cover one of Peter's tits, not bothering to wear gloves.
He bites back a moan at how the doctor’s large hand easily encompassed his tit, his nipple bulging in between Dr. Stark’s fingers, “I— I haven’t but— but do you think there might be something wrong with my tits, Doctor?”
“There's just one way to know, Mr. Parker," the man answers in a deep voice. "Tell me if you feel any pain," he says, pressing Peter's nipple between two fingers and stretching it.
Oh god.
Peter swallows, he wants to press his thighs together, to hide his pussy that is now starting to slick up from the stimulation, he holds back the whimper, “just— no p-pain, Doctor—” he manages to stutter out.
He could swear he saw a smirk on the doctor's lips. The man reaches out with his other hand to cup Peter's other tit. "Nice tits, strong and healthy," he murmurs, pressing both together, making Peter's nipples pop. “No pain yet?”
Peter couldn’t help the small whimper now, it felt too good, he blushes slightly, his toes curled as he tries to regain any ounce of professionalism, “no pain, they’re good—” he huffs out breathily.
The doctor's hands press even harder, massaging and kneading, he licks his lips looking at Peter. “Can you tell me what you feel if it's not pain, Mr. Parker?”
“Good. They feel good,” Peter says, his breathing erratic. He can’t exactly tell his doctor he’s aroused right? “Like, tingly good.”
The man gives him a small smile before suddenly releasing his breasts. “Excellent. Let's check lower now. Legs open now… please, Mr. Parker.”
Peter swallows and separates his knees as he spreads his thigh, his pussy exposed for the man to see, milky smooth skin, pink lips, and the tight opening his partner likes so much.
Dr. Stark steps between his legs, Peter watches him inhale deeply. The man places his hands on Peter's inner thighs, spreading them further apart. “At first glance everything seems fine, Mr. Parker, a pretty little pussy, if I may say so.”
He blushes at the praise, swallowing again, the man’s hands were heavy against his inner thighs, “t-thank you, Dr. Stark,” Peter squeaks out, his pussy tightening and throbbing around nothing and he’s sure the doctor saw it.
“Same procedure here, Mr. Parker. You need to tell me if you feel any pain or discomfort," the doctor says just before rubbing his thumb gently over Peter's clit.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Every hair on Peter’s body stood up, Dr. Romanoff never touched him this way, and the woman always had her gloves on. But it felt too good to stop the handsome doctor in between his legs.
You’re married, Peter!
Well, what his husband doesn't know won’t hurt him right?
“It feels—” Peter lets out a small whimper, he could feel his pussy producing more slick, “ good, no pain, Dr. Stark.”
The doctor's thumb runs down the lips of his pussy, collecting slick to rub his clit again with more pressure. "I don't think we'll need extra lubrication for the internal exam, Mr. Parker," he says in an amused tone.
Peter’s stomach coiled in delicious humiliation as he let out a tiny whimper. His husband also liked it that he gets so wet every time they have sex, Dr. Romanoff said it was normal but the tone in Dr. Stark’s voice made him shy and embarrassed, especially when he felt his pussy spit out more slick.
“You're not full yet and you're already staining the examination table," the man murmurs, pinching Peter's clit between two fingers. "Quite interesting, Mr. Parker.”
He lets out an audible gasp, his hips rising as his body felt so— so vulnerable and degraded at the Doctor’s subtle words, “I-I’m sorry, Dr. Stark— Dr. Romanoff told me that— that it was normal– I– I just get so wet easily—” Peter chokes out, his throat suddenly so dry as Mojave desert.
“It's normal when you're turned on," the man looks up from between Peter's legs to look him in the eyes, without stopping rubbing his clit, “Tell me Mr. Parker, are you turned on?”
“N-no— I mean— yes— I don’t know, Dr. Stark—” Peter gasps out when the man pinches his clit again, an orgasm building below his belly, “this— this is wrong, we’re both— we’re both married—”
The man raises an eyebrow, "Is it wrong for a gynecologist to examine you? I'm just doing my job, Mr. Parker," he says, picking up more slick to rub his clit faster.
“Oh god—” he cries as his eyes widen, his belly unfurled and his hips rise from the examination table as he squirts , his orgasm toppling over him like an unexpected stampede, “ fuck, fuck—”
The doctor's fingers slowly stop, he makes no comment other than a smirk as Peter's thighs tremble.
“No pain then?" He says, tone low and amused, after Peter catches his breath.
Peter shakes his head as a sign of ‘no’, his body still pent up, but his mind is screaming, ‘ you came on another man’s fingers, not your husband’s!’ But he feels so much guilt, his chest tightening, but fuck— it felt so good.
“Perfect,” the doctor looks at Peter directly, “I will do a review of your vaginal discharge, color, consistency, smell, taste . This might feel a little weird–” he says before lowering his head between Peter's thighs and taking a long lick on his pussy.
“ Dr. Stark!” Peter exclaims, it sounded reprimanding yet— it sounded like begging as well as he unconsciously cants his pussy against the doctor’s mouth, his thighs trembling once more.
Unfortunately, the man pulls away before Peter can properly thrust his hips.
The doctor licks his shiny lips stained with his slick. “Good color and consistency, correct smell and exquisite taste, Mr. Parker. Are you ready for the internal exam?”
Peter tries to catch his breath and squash the feeling of disappointment, he licks his lips and nods, “o-okay, Dr. Stark—” he stutters out, swallowing slightly once more.
“Generally I would use a speculum but I have noticed that the old way is more efficient," the doctor says, the tip of his finger rubbing the opening of Peter's pussy, "take a deep breath for me, Mr. Parker.”
Peter obeys as he tries to relax his muscles, he lets out a small, long moan— his eyes rolling to the back of his head when the doctor’s thick middle finger sinks inside his pussy. He feels his own pussy tighten around the intrusion, letting out a tiny whimper.
“Do you really have a partner, Mr. Parker? You're so tight it doesn't look like anyone's been in this little pussy," the doctor murmurs, slowly moving his finger in circles inside Peter.
He lets out another whimper when the doctor curls his finger inside him, “I— I do— he just— he’s just b-busy—” Peter stutters out in between small moans.
The man clicks his tongue, "Ah, that's a shame, Mr. Parker. How could anyone not pay attention to this perfect and greedy little pussy? Just one finger and you're melted, moaning for more, aren't you?”
Oh god. Oh god.
There’s the humiliation again.
He whimpers, his body responding positively to the doctor’s finger inside his pussy, “no– no, my— my pussy is not g-greedy—” Peter mewls out, trying to maneuver his hips away from the doctor’s finger.
“Isn't it? But you're dripping on my finger, Mr. Parker," the doctor says with a false confused tone. "What would happen if I put one more in?" he says accompanying his words with actions, sticking one more finger inside Peter, “would you cum again, Mr. Parker? You're choking on my fingers.”
The man’s fingers inside him felt wonderful, his pussy felt so full and stimulated, he let out a whimper, his pussy pulsating around the man’s fingers, “D-Dr. S-Stark—” he moans out, “oh god— take them out, please—” he cries softly, his thighs flexing as he feels his belly clench tightly.
“The exam isn't over yet, Mr. Parker," the man says, twisting his wrist, his fingertips rubbing his G-spot. "Be a good girl and let me finish.”
He gasps, he slowly feels the trickle of another orgasm, “Dr. Stark— I— I’m going to— cum— please— please stop,” Peter begs, but inside his mind he’s begging the man not to. He was already writhing on the examination table, dripping wet on Dr. Stark’s fingers.
“Just with my fingers, Mr. Parker?” The man says, speeding up his movements, "I don't know whether to think about whether your partner doesn't know how to treat you or whether you're just a slut.”
Slut. Slut. Slut.
That’s all it took.
Peter gasps as his orgasm crests all throughout his body, his pussy tightening around the man’s fingers as his pussy spits out slick and juices, wetting the man’s fingers thoroughly.
“That's it, so good," the man murmurs, pulling his fingers out of Peter and watching as his pussy clenches around nothing. “Did you feel pain, Mr. Parker?”
“No,” Peter gasps, his chest still heaving from trying to catch his breath, he holds up a thumbs up, “are we— are we done, Dr. Stark?”
“Mhmm, just one last routine check," the doctor says, smirking as he unzips his pants. “I still have to check your cervix, Mr. Parker.”
“D-Dr. Stark— what— what are you doing?” Peter gasps out, eyes widening.
The doctor settles closer between his legs. Peter gasps when he feels something much thicker than just fingers rubbing the opening of his pussy.
“Didn't you say that you and your partner want children? You have to be a good patient and let me do my job for that to be possible, Mr. Parker. Just let me fuck this greedy little pussy and fill you with cum to secure that pretty baby, okay?”
Peter’s eyes widened, he tries to get away but the man gripped his hip tight, the tip of Dr. Stark’s cock already pressing inside slowly, “oh god— Dr. Stark— you have a wife—” he hissed, the man’s cock was big, stretching his pussy so good that the burn is pleasant and it makes Peter so fucking dizzy.
“What she doesn't know won't hurt her," the doctor says through gritted teeth, spreading Peter's legs wider and thrusting into his hips harshly. “Do you like this, Mr. Parker? You want me to stop but your pussy is squeezing my cock, sweetie.”
He lets out a whimper, the man’s cock inside him was far too good— he needs it, oh god— he needs to get fucked so hard, “ yes ,” he gasps out desperately, shame burning in his stomach, “ fuck— your cock feels so good inside me, Doctor—” he moans out wantonly, squeezing the man’s cock tighter with the walls of his pussy.
Dr Stark growls, holding his thighs tightly, his fingers no doubt leaving marks. “You were asking for this since you walked into my office, weren't you, Mr. Parker? Getting you wet from the way here, arriving dripping thinking about my cock since before I touched you.”
Oh fuck. Oh god.
Peter gasps again, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his pussy throbs around the man’s cock, “yes— yes, oh god— wanted you, Dr. Stark— fuck yes, please, please— fuck me harder—”
The examination table moves violently as the man pushes his hips, fucking Peter harder, as if he were splitting him in two. "Does your husband know that you're nothing more than a slut? A whore who likes his doctor to fill him with cock, does he know that?”
He throws his head back against the table, his nipples tightening at the Doctor’s words. He moves his hips to meet the man’s intense and hard thrusts, the tip of his cocm already pressing against his cervix, “he doesn’t—” Peter mewls, arching his back, “does your wife know you fuck sluts in your office Doc? Does my pussy feel better than your wife’s?” He hisses, his belly burning, the flames engulfing his body like a wildfire.
The man lets out a choked laugh, he rubs Peter's clit while fucking him ruthlessly. “Oh, sweetie, you have a nice tight, hot pussy but you're nothing more than a slut that can't reach my wife's heels," he says breathlessly, "you're just a wet hole, aren't you?”
Peter whimpers, his cheeks heating up at the man’s degrading words, the burn of being humiliated and shamed like a slut makes his whole body tighten, “I can be better than your wife, Doctor,” he moans out, clenching his pussy around the man’s cock, his orgasm already careening at the edge.
The man gasps and his hips stutter, he growls and fucks Peter almost angrily. “Could you? You're just a dirty slut, Mr. Parker. Say it. Say what you are," the doctor orders through clenched teeth.
His back arches off the examination table from pure unadulterated passion, “ slut— just a— dirty slut—” Peter cries, a tear running down his cheek as he feels his stomach explode, his hips stuttering against the man’s animalistic thrusts as he squirts on Doctor Stark’s cock, his pussy gripping the cock inside him tightly and sinfully, wanting to milk Doctor Stark dry.
The man gasps and breathes raggedly, burying himself in Peter. He feels how the doctor's cock spits hot semen deep inside him.
“ Fuck— ” Doctor Stark hisses.
Peter feels his whole body tremble, the feeling Dr. Stark filling him up sent him into another weak orgasm, his pussy pulsating more around the man’s cock, stimulating Dr. Stark’s oversensitive cock.
The doctor hisses again, pulling his cock out, just to bend over and press his mouth to his pussy, sucking on his sensitive clit.
“Oh god— no more, please—” Peter begs, his body sensitive from all the pleasure he had received, “can’t— anymore—”
Miraculously, the doctor takes pity on him. He pulls away, placing a kiss on Peter's inner thigh. He approaches the side of the examination table, but not before adjusting his clothes.
The doctor gently strokes Peter's hair, “Are you okay my love?”
Peter sighs gently, removing his feet from the stirrups to press his thighs together, “I’m okay— that was—” he lets a shiver run through his body as he pressed a kiss on his husband’s inner wrist, “that was more than what I expected, love.”
Tony takes him in his arms as he knows how. “Too much? I'm sorry, tesoro. Do you feel good now? Do you need something?”
He shakes his head as he buries his face on the man’s chest, inhaling that intoxicating scent, “was amazing,” he whispers, before he narrows his eyes, “you don’t actually fuck your patients right, love?”
His husband chuckles, kissing Peter's head, "Baby, I'm a cardiologist, not a gynecologist. I rarely touch my patients, much less fuck them.”
“Good, or else I’ll strangle you, love,” Peter threatens the man, “and then I’ll strangle the patient you’ll fuck too,” he adds.
Tony snorts in amusement, "You're very witty, Mrs. Stark," he kisses Peter's temple, "come on, let me clean you up and take you home. You deserve a nice home-cooked dinner.”
Peter hums softly, “I drove here,” he says as he gets off the examination table with Tony supporting him and handing him his panties and dress, “and you drove here too, so we’ll take separate cars home, yeah?”
“Nope," Tony replies. “I won’t let you drive, baby. Happy can pick up the car tomorrow. Be good and listen to your husband, will you?”
He lets out a chuckle, zipping up his dress to fall into his husband’s embrace again, he rubs his nose against the man’s neck, “I love you so much, love,” he whispers gently, the afterglow of the rough fuck they had slowly subsiding into a softer haze that meant clingy and needy Peter for his husband.
Tony cups his cheek with one hand, "I love you so much, sweetheart," he murmurs before kissing Peter's lips.
Peter smiles against his husband’s lips, savoring the softness and loving movements, thinking that maybe— being his husband’s personal patient sometimes isn’t so bad at all.