sleazy doctor! jack abbot (18+, heavy manipulation cw)
jack sits at his desk, reclining comfortably in his chair. you’d been expecting to sit across from him in the tiny examination room, like an equal, but he shakes his head, tilting his body towards yours. jack angles the monitor slightly to the side, showing you the complex medical data flickering across the screen.
"you know, this is all some pretty intricate stuff, your file." he says, tapping his screen like he was lecturing you. "i want you to be able to see everything I do. full transparency. that way, we can have trust between us."
you nod, understanding what he was saying. meanwhile, jack pretends to be considering something.
"although," he continues, his voice soft and gentle. "if you sit across from me, i’ll have to keep turning the screen around, which is inefficient. i want you to be able to follow along."
he leans back, exhaling as if this was all so frustrating for him, all this work, all this effort he was going through just for you. then he smiles, warm and reassuring, and patted his lap.
"why don't you sit here?"
you feel your face heat up and instinctively cough in surprise, looking at him with confusion. "what? y-you can't be s-"
"its for practicality," he interrupts smoothly. jack pays no mind to his raging hard on and the desire to put your pretty ass right on his cock and bounce you up and down on it while he worked, trying to focus on getting you to take the bait and come to him on your own volition.
"the monitor is clearer up close, the keyboard is here, i want you to see everything in real time. i need you to understand that im only trying to help you." he reassures you quietly, pretty eyes piercing into yours with a look of earnest in them.
you feel like he’s hypnotizing you. his logic... made sense to you, but you still hesitate. dr. abbot wasn't forcing you, either. simply making a suggestion. and he was just trying to help! he would explain the weird slump you’d been in lately, the irregular headaches, all your other issues in detail, since you’d be able to see all his observations and your data as he diagnosed you with… whatever you have.
"nothing to be shy about," he coaxes you, his voice dipping even softer. "i'm just helping you." he tells you once more.
slowly, you move forward and hesitantly perch yourself on his lap. because you're facing away from him, you miss the way he grins triumphantly at your obedience, his clothed cock pressing against your plump pussy. he pulls you in tighter.
if you couldn't feel how hard he was by now, you had to be clueless. "there we go." jack praises softly, wrapping one arm around you to pull you in tighter as he clicks through your file, showing you your information and symptoms.
jack uses jargon so complex that you can't keep up, overexplaining things while subtly moving your body back and forth against his crotch, gnawing on the inside of his cheek to not groan.
you feel a weird flutter in your tummy and heat grow in your core at the feeling of friction against your pussy, the thin fabric of your pants not helping. you fuss and squirm, embarrassed and confused at the direction of events. "doctor abbott, what are you-?"
he shushes you softly, tilting your chin up to force you to meet his piercing gaze. "shh, shh... there now, you're okay" he coos, his thumb brushing over your trembling lower lip. "we can sort this out calmly, can't we?"
despite your confusion, you find yourself leaning into his touch, your body betraying your urge to be soothed, to be told everything would be alright. he smiles, another slow, smug curl of his lips, knowing he has you right where he wants you. his other hand pulls your hip back so you're pressing up against him completely now, with nowhere else to go.
jack's actions are nearly unconscious, his focus solely on the rapid beating of your heart, the short puffs of your quick, aroused breaths.
the hard bulge beneath you throbs in time with his racing heartbeat, but you try to focus on the words he's saying and the screen in front of you. jack continues clicking over the computer, his arm around your waist moving up until one hand was splayed over your breast, squeezing and quickly talking over your moans to act like he has no idea what he's doing.
"alright. so you've been having headaches on and off a few days now. dull, bilateral, no vision changes or nausea, stiffness or weakness, and you don't seem to be confused or lost." he looks down at you, seeing how you're panting and quivering in his lap, undoubtedly enjoying yourself. you haven't told him to stop. "you're not confused, are you? you seem to be quite present."
"yeah, i...mmh," you manage through moans, your body overstimulated already. you have no idea what is happening.
"perfect," he murmurs, his hot breath tickling your ear. "there's not much wrong here, but you're still going to need medication and treatment. but i'm going to need something from you in return."
before you can respond, he's already started tugging at your pants, his fingers dragging the fabric down your legs. you flinch in surprise but don't evade him, sitting still like a good girl. he's trying to help you and make your pain go away and all he wants to do in return is see your body, why would you fight him off? he's been nothing but kind to you. and part of you wants him to touch you anyway.
jack's grip holds firm, leaving you exposed and vulnerable as cool air hits your heated skin. he groans quietly, eyes darkening with lust as he took in the sight of your plump, glistening pussy, now bared completely to his hungry gaze.
he spreads and gives your right breast one more squeeze before clicking on your account, scrolling aimlessly to waste time, while his other hand, now off your tits, went between your legs to push a finger into your cunt.
you nearly cry out, but he shushes you and tsks. "careful with the noise." he warns gently. "wouldn't want everyone in this hospital to see you like this, would you?" you pant out a 'no' while his finger continues pumping in and out of your hole sloppily, your hips bucking instinctively into his touch.
he grins, his long digit delving between your slick folds and stroking your sweet walls. then he adds in a second finger, stretching you wider as he begins to pump them in and out of your pussy, the obscene sound of your arousal filling the room. his hips rocked up to meet each thrust of his fingers, the hard ridge of his cock grinding against your ass through the fabric of his pants.
"see how much better you're listening now?" he murmurs. "such a good girl. i should give you a nice tip for your behavior."
"pl-please, hic- i want more, doctor, please..." you cry out, a soft moan leaving your lips halfway through your pleas, your hips bucking instinctively towards his fingers to coax him to push them deeper inside you.
just before you feel that familiar coil in your belly, jack pushes you forwards, pressing your front against his desk and sending his papers scattering.
he slaps your ass, watching the fat jiggle with a sick fascination as the plush flesh flushes under the impact. you jolt at the sudden pain, a string of arousal dripping embarrassingly down your cunt.
the sound of his zipper lowering seemed deafening in the sudden silence of the room, and you couldn't help but look back over your shoulder to watch as he freed his thick, angry red cock from the confines of his pants.
your eyes widen with disbelief at the sheer size of him, and you give a pleading look, hoping that he'll know to go slowly. "gonna make your head feel all better, you'll see." he says to your softly, and you relax at the reassurance. he tugs you back against him, putting your ass right up against his cock while rubbing his length up and down the curves of your body, from your pussy and up to your ass.
"nowas much as i would love to watch you cum before i put my cock inside you," he hums. "i do have things to attend to. and there's a night rush soon, and everyone will looking for me. someone might just walk in and see you fucking yourself on my cock."
you freeze, looking back at him with uncertainty, but the words about to leave your mouth turn to a moan as he starts to push his fat cock past the ring of your entrance.
"oh fuck," jack groans, his head thrown back as he slowly pushes forward, bottoming out inside of you. you let out a little whimper as he fills you up to the hilt, tears of overwhelm pooling at your waterline.
jack nearly melts at how pretty you look, tugging your head back so your neck is forced to crane back and look at him, and he slowly thrusts in and out of you, watching your face scrunch in slight pain and overwhelming pleasure.
he loves tears. he loves your tears. he watches you in a daze as you moan out loud and writhe on his cock, pushing your ass back every time he thrusts deeply into you. you want to feel every inch of him despite your mind telling you that its too much, that this is going too fast.
your face is a mess from the drool forming at the corner of your mouth and the tears in your eyes. your hole is a mess from where his cock slides in and out of your sopping pussy, a thick creamy ring formed at the base.
"fuck," he breathes out, running his hand through his hair at the slow, but rough strokes. every time he buries himself into you by the hilt, there's a plap of flesh against flesh, and he groans loudly, his breathing getting more heavy and labored. "mh-greedy little pussy swallowing up my cock."
he grabs your waist and pushes your head back, pushing his cock in and out of you fast, then slowing down abruptly to disorient you. your little moans grow louder, your brain fogging up to the point where you cant even feel your headache anymore, just him.
jack pulls back and slams into you again. you yelp and whine loudly, and shove your hand over your mouth. "that's it beautiful, make a mess." he grunts, wet flesh reverberating against yours. each time he slowed down his thrusts, he'd bask in the muffled sounds you make as he stuffs your pussy.
lifting your hips higher, jack grabs onto the hand that's over your mouth and pushes it away so he can replace it with his own, letting two fingers slip past your lips. you slobber and cry around his fingers, and he grunts as you clench down around him in response. "how's- haah... that, baby? havin' a good time?" he questions breathlessly, feeling his orgasm approaching quickly.
"mmm, fuck... c-cumming..." you babble around his fingers, and he grins, squeezing your jaw and turning your face upwards so he can lick the tears off your face.
jack groans at your taste, slotting your lips over his as your shared saliva smears over your lips, and that's all it takes for him to spill into you, hot, thick cream filling your womb and stuffing you full. he swallows your moans as your legs shake, and you cum around his cock, soaking his pelvis with your juices.
your body convulses and your breathing becomes even more rapid, and you squeeze down on his cock until he groans loudly into your mouth, leaning back as strings of saliva connect your tongues. jack licks his lips, pecking the tip of your nose and wiping sweat off his brow. "that fix your headache, sweetheart?"
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