18+. content warnings: oral sex (f rec), cheating, manipulation kinda, medical setting, praise, implied cucking(?)
you're a little stressed after spending the night with your boyfriend. he simply could not get you wet, even though he tried soooo hard... so you head to your physician, dr jack abbot.
jack listens with restrained satisfaction at the desperate note in your voice, at that hint of concern, like you're worried that something is wrong. he wants so badly to tell you that your boyfriend is just fucking useless, that it's nothing to worry about, that you're being a good girl…
but first, he wants to be sure. "let me see, honey."
he lays you out on the exam table, then his hand withdraws from your trembling thighs, moving down to grip the back of your knee. "spread a little more for me. i wanna check something."
you watch as he pushes his stool forward, his head and shoulders lowering between your legs. he hooks your legs over his shoulders, positioning himself closer to your pussy, his gaze roaming over your skin.
he presses a warm peck to your inner thigh. "there," he murmurs. "let me take care of you, honey. do you trust me?"
"yes," you reply, and you barely have time to exhale before he's pressing a feather-light kiss to your clit, making you gasp. "doctor abbot?"
his chuckle vibrates against your skin as he lifts his head just enough to meet your wide-eyed gaze. "just making sure everything's working right," he mutters, the clinical distance in his tone at odds to the way his tongue flicks over your clit in a quick, teasing stroke.
his hands slide up to grip your hips, thumbs pressing into the soft skin there. "relax," he orders, lips brushing your inner thigh again. "let me show you what your boyfriend should've been doing."
then he lowers his mouth to your cunt properly and licks a hot, deliberate stripe from your entrance to your clit. "what– what's this test for?" you breathe out, your chest heaving with arousal.
his mouth moves against you, tongue taking broad, languid laps. "it's called the clitoral glans test," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "to see how responsive you are. and you're being a very, very good girl, i must say."
it's not long before you're leaking all over his tongue, your slick pooling onto the paper sheets. "sweet girl," he praises. "taking my mouth so well. your boyfriend ever do this to you?"
you exhale shakily, the shame gnawing at you again as you shake your head. "no... he... he said he doesn't like doing it..."
his tongue swipes over your hole again, almost thoughtfully lapping up your juices, the ones that spilled out of you just for him. "he doesn't like it, huh? well, he's an idiot, honey, because you taste incredible."
"t-thank you," you stutter out at the praise, your hips bucking up against his mouth. "ah- sorry-"
"no apologising, sweetheart," he says, his breath hot against your folds, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your skin for reassurance. "i like your desperate little movements. keep going, honeygirl. let me see just how responsive you are." then his tongue is back between your legs, stroking slow, up and down, as he gauges your reactions.
"and don't you worry, honey," he says conversationally between licks, as if he wasn't making a mess of your pretty little cunt, "you make another appointment, i will be teaching your boyfriend how to eat your pussy very thoroughly, no matter how much he says he doesn't like it. cunt like this deserves to get eaten."
he hums, low and thoughtful. "maybe i'll even make him take notes. have him write up a full report on the experience."
thinking of daddy!nanami fucking you while spitting such harsh words into your ear >_<
"fuck, baby, y'pussy's so fuckin' tight, so wet f'me hm?" he groaned in your ear gruffly, slowly pounding into your little pussy. you couldnt bare to get any words out, his fat cock stuffing you so full it was impossible for you to form a coherent sentence.
when he realizes you're too cock drunk to speak, he slams into you harder, his thumb circling your clit mercilessly. you moan into his ear, tears streaming down your face from how long you've been waiting to cum. "tell me how good i make you feel, fucking say it." he says harshly, grabbing your hips forcefully. you open your mouth to speak, but only the tiniest squeak sneaks its way out. "ah!" you cry, your hands scratching at his back.
"d-daddy—" you sob. kento's hand reached up to squeeze your tit roughly, your cry making him grunt. "what is it, baby? say it, tell me." he whispers in your ear, "tell daddy you love being his slut, tell me how much you love my cock." he mutters, his hand snaking around your throat.
"i—" you squeak, your hands grabbing his biceps in pure need. "i love being y'slut, daddy, l-love your cock s'much..." you cry, feining for his touch. "wan' cum daddy, wann' cum so bad." you beg, practically clawing at his chest as he fucks you so deep that his bulge is visible in your lower tummy.
"go ahead baby, cum. cum all over my cock, let me feel that pretty pussy cum." and you do. you moan loudly, both the skin slapping and the mix of your guys moans and grunts echoing throughout his penthouse. as he feels your tight pussy squeeze around his cock, he groans into your neck, cumming inside of you and filling his little princess up.
"good girl, good girl, you're such a good fucking girl— shit— shit," he stuttered, his body falling on top of yours as you both breathe heavily, worn out from the much needed and deserved orgasm. he lifted his head up slowly, kissing your forehead softly.
"you did so good baby. daddys so proud of you." he whispered before realizing you had fell asleep, and soon fell asleep after you too.
