house call
jack abbot x f!reader
summary: after a less than stellar night with your boyfriend, you have a house call with a new gynecologist.
wc: 7.3k (whoops)
warnings: doctor/patient roleplay, use of jack’s portable ultrasound, plus size reader, squirting, dirty talk, everything was discussed prior, medical inaccuracies, pwp.
a/n: i just wanted to write medical play with jack <3 and i do have a tilted uterus so this is also based on my own experience <3 and shoutout to @ozarkthedog for recommending the site writtenkitten.co i wrote about 75% of this on there so thank you <3
“i apologize again on dr. carrie’s behalf, i know she would have wanted to be here, but unfortunately emergencies also do happen to us doctors.” the handsome doctor explains.
“and i want to thank you again, dr. abbot, for taking me on as a patient on her behalf, i really didn’t want to have to reschedule,” you shift on the bed, suddenly remembering where you are. “and thank you so much again for making this a house call, i’m much more comfortable here, so i hope it isn’t an inconvenience for you.”
that makes dr. abbot huff out a laugh, the house call was his idea, “don’t even worry about it, i had a few appointments at the clinic this morning, but you’re my last one for the day.” he stands in front of you at the foot of your bed, white doctor’s coat stretching across his broad shoulders, thick fingers wrapped around an ipad. “and your house is actually right on my way home.” he says with a sly wink.
you had woken up that morning with a pit in your stomach regarding this appointment with your gynecologist, but it had only gotten worse when you had received a message from the clinic saying your doctor was no longer available today. but your luck turned around when a nurse called you about a dr. abbot who was able to fill you in today.
he slips on a pair of readers, looking even more handsome than when he walked through your door, before clicking around on the ipad. his steely gaze flits back to yours, his face illuminated by the bright screen. “alright, so i read the note you had left for dr. carrie when you first scheduled this appointment, but how about you explain what’s going on for me.”
you fidget with embarrassment for a moment before remembering that he’s a doctor, he’s heard much worse than your embarrassing tale. “well, i was having sex with my boyfriend for the first time the other night-”
“first time with him or your first time period?” dr. abbot interjects.
“first time with him,” you answer as he begins poking around his ipad again, seemingly taking notes. “but, i haven’t had sex in a while so maybe that has something to do with the issue.”
“and how long has it been since the last time you have had sex?” jack inquired.
and it was embarrassing to admit out loud to a man who seemed so confident and looked so handsome in his white doctor’s coat and tight dress pants, but you manage to answer the question, “i can’t really remember the last time.” you bite your lip in shame, your gaze falling down to the floor.
“hey, hey, “ dr.abbot coos, cupping your chin in one of his big hands, forcing your gaze back onto him. “this is a judgement free zone, i’m just here to help you with your problem.” his voice is like a balm soothing over all your anxieties.
you fight the urge to nuzzle into the hand that’s still cupping your face, instead you give him a nod of understanding. he takes his hand away as you start speaking again. “thank you, dr. abbot, that’s very kind of you to be so understanding.” you begin fidgeting with your hands again as you continue on with your story. “when he first put his-” you looked back up at dr. abbott, floundering with how to phrase things, but all the did was give you a look to continue, “penis inside of me, it burned a little bit from the stretch-”
“do you penetrate yourself often, miss? with your own fingers or toys?”
your cheeks burn at the question, brushing a piece of hair back behind your ear nervously, “no, i don’t really do that to myself.”
“ah, well that would make sense why a cock stretching you out for the first time in a while would hurt a little bit.” your skin heats up at the vulgarity of his words and you almost whimper at the way it makes your pussy flutter. but you try your best to pull yourself together, dr. abbot was just doing his job, he didn’t mean anything by it. “i would recommend you incorporate some penetration while you masturbate, just to make sure your pussy can accommodate the stretch of your boyfriend’s cock without causing you any pain.”
you feel dazed as you sit at the end of the bed in your oversized t shirt. since you were at home you weren’t wearing a standard hospital gown but instead dr. abbot’s nurse had advised you to wear something oversized and comfortable that would give the doctor access to your vagina. you unfortunately could feel your wetness already starting to dribble onto the fabric of the towel underneath you.
“sorry,” he begins to apologize, “i keep interrupting, please continue.”
“the pain from the stretching didn’t last that long, though, but when he really started thrusting into me is me when the real pain began.”
“can you explain that pain for me? burning, stabbing, aching?” the doctor inquired.
“well, at first it actually felt like i was going to pee myself.”
the statement makes dr. abbot smirk, “sounds like your body was possibly getting ready to ejaculate, have you ever squirted before?”
you balk at the question, wanting to melt into the plush comforter of your bed. his gaze was sharp and cunning, never leaving your face even as your cheeks burned embarrassingly. “no, dr. abbot, i’ve never done anything like that.”
he puts his hands up in surrender, but the grin on his face does not falter. “hey, it’s a completely normal bodily reaction to stimulation.” he tries to reassure.
you take a deep breath, centering yourself. “ok, well, i felt like i was going to pee and i didn’t want to do that, so i told him to go deeper. but he started thrusting harder and deeper and it hurt, like deep and achey.”
he nods at your explanation and moves to sit next to you, setting down the ipad he was holding beside him on the bed. he tilts his head, searching for your eyes, his gaze never wavering. “sex is supposed to be fun and pleasurable, it’s not supposed to hurt like that.”
that’s what you had always heard from people, but that never seemed to be your experience.
“but, how sex feels can also be dependent on our anatomy.” he begins to explain. “sometimes things internally may not be configured in the typical way, which can lead to pain like this if your partner isn’t aware.”
you sit with his words for a moment, “so there might be something wrong with me?” you ask, voice petulent to your own ears.
“no, no,” he soothes, one of his big hands reading over to land on your exposed thigh where your t shit had ridden up. the warmth of his palm soaks into your skin. for a split second you thought about how unprofessional this probably looked, but you really needed his comfort right now. “the positioning of your uterus can impact the placement of your cervix. if your uterus is tilted in any way it can mean your cervix is much closer to your vaginal opening which can mean some positions are more painful than others.”
his explanation makes sense and you finally start to believe that this isn’t the end of the world. “i was on my back, if that makes a difference.”
he squeezes your thigh, “it’s pretty common for women with a tilted uteri to find missionary uncomfortable.” he gives your thigh one last squeeze before getting back up to his feet and reaching for his bag that he had set at the foot of the bed when you first brought him upstairs, “but, i won’t know for sure if that’s your case until i do the physical exam.”
you nod to yourself as he unzips his bag, pulling out a stethoscope, a tube of generic lube, and a clunky white case. you point to the object, “what’s that?”
jack almost giddily clicks open the case, revealing a tube of blue gel, and what looks to be a white remote. “it’s a portable ultrasound, it functions exactly like the larger models at the clinic and it can help me see the positioning of your uterus better.”
you hadn’t even thought about what kind of equipment the doctor would be able to bring to your home, but you were thoroughly impressed. maybe you’d have to switch dr. abbot to your primary obgyn, it wouldn’t hurt to see him more. “wow, you really thought ahead, dr. abbot.”
you can see his chest minutely puff out with pride even as he shrugs his shoulders as a show of humility, “everyone at the clinic says that i’m overprepared, so i really appreciate the compliment, sweetheart.” he flashes his teeth in a smile that makes your stomach swoop.
you watch as he sets up the ultrasound. pulling out the tube of gel, connecting the ultrasound remote to his ipad through bluetooth, and propping it up on the bed so you both can see the screen. “alright, so to begin i’m going to have you lie back, but first-” he leans forward, grabbing a few pillows from the head of the bed, propping them up behind you to cushion your head.
you lean back and embrace the comfort of the pillows, “thank you, dr. abbot.”
“no problem, i think keeping my patients relaxed and comfortable is the most important part of the job,” he explains, reaching down for the blue gel with one hand, and the other trailing up the top of your thigh until his fingers meet the edge of your shirt. “i’m going to need to pull this up to get to your belly.”
you hesitate for a moment before giving him a nod of permission. he deftly raises your shirt, exposing the soft pudge of your lower belly and your panties. a soft pink bikini style with little lace trim. the fabric catches his eye, “cute little panties, pick them out just for me?”
the question makes you bark out a laugh, your insecurities quickly turning into delight at the charming man in front of you. “no, dr. abbot, of course not. but with valentine’s day coming up, i’ve been trying to be festive.”
“oh, sweetheart, i figured,” he murmurs, squeezing out the gel for the ultrasound onto your skin. at your little gasp he apologizes, “sorry, it’s always a little cold.”
he makes quick work with the ultrasound, expertly moving the probe around your belly until he finds what he’s looking for. “it’s a little bit tough looking from this angle, but from what i’m seeing there’s definitely some tilting of your uterus.”
“but that’s normal, right?” you nervously ask.
he gives you a reassuring smile as he reaches into his bag again, pulling out a package of wipes. “very normal, a lot of women tend to have some sort of irregular posture with their uterus but never even notice it.” he wipes up the cool gel from your skin before wiping down the probe.
he tucks all the instruments back in their case, clicking it shut and setting it back down by his bag. he grabs the ipad, tapping around on it, “i’ll put it in your chart that we did the ultrasound, but the real test is the physical exam. sometimes feeling is better than seeing.”
you just nod along at his words, trusting the doctor implicitly. because why wouldn’t you? he had a way about him that just oozed not only confidence, but competency. you felt that you were in great hands and that helped to ease your nerves over this whole thing greatly. dr. abbot would surely know not only what’s wrong with you, but also have a solution for it.
you watch him set the ipad back down on the bed and reach into his bag, which seems to have just enough room for every medical item he could possibly need. you guess it makes sense for a doctor who makes house calls, he never truly knows what he’ll need and since he’s not at the hospital he needs to be extra prepared for anything. you had to admit that it was hot, a handsome and competent doctor who was prepared for anything.
your inappropriate thoughts come to a halt at the sound of nitrile snapping against skin. dr. abbot stood before you, his wide hands covered in blue gloves. “alright, so next up is the physical examination. i could see from your chart that you’ve been seeing dr. carrie for a few years so i know it can be a little awkward to suddenly have a new doctor examining you as intimately as i’m going to.”
you go back to fidgeting your fingers because the ultrasound was one thing, but dr. abbott getting his hands on you and seeing you fully? that was a whole different thing. but, he was a doctor, there was no reason for you to be as nervous as you feel right now looking up at dr. abbot as he towers over you.
“i mean,” you begin, feeling that dr. abbot would appreciate honesty, “i am a little nervous.”
“just nervous?” he asks, at your answering nod he smirks, “i can handle nervous, everyone gets a little nervous when it comes to doctors.” he takes a few steps away from you before motioning to the vanity you have set up in the corner of your bedroom. a place to get ready before work or a night out. “mind if i use your stool?”
you answer without a thought, wanting to help make this appointment as smooth as possible for the both of you. “of course, whatever you need.”
he drags the stool over to where you’re still lying at the foot of the bed. your legs hang over the edge of the mattress, but your feet don’t touch the ground due to your lying position. you watch him from where you’re still propped up against the pillows settle on your stool. his steely gaze racks up your soft legs, over your panty clad cunt, tracking the stretch marks across your stomach from where your shirt is still pulled up from the ultrasound, until his gaze reaches your face.
“since this is our first time, i’m going to take my time.” dr. abbot explain gently, his voice soft and raspy. you notice how tightly he clasps his hands together in his lap, “first, i’m just going to look at you, make sure your vulva and mons pubis look healthy before i even get my hands on you, that sound good?”
the baby steps should put you more at ease, you feel lucky to have found a doctor who would go to such lengths to make you feel comfortable. but dr. abbot was a handsome man who was making you begin to squirm under his gaze. you don’t know if you’ll able to handle his gaze between your legs. and yet you still give him a nod and a smile that you hope looks genuine enough.
“alright, so, even though i think these panties of your’s are pretty cute, they are blocking my view.” he jokes, a wry smile gracing his weathered features.
you can feel your cheeks heating up, a flash of embarrassment making your chest tighten momentarily. he laughs good naturedly at you, though, and you can’t help but smile with him, “of course, dr. abbot.” you reach down to the lacy waistband, pulling them down your legs. you sit up a bit to pull them off around your ankles so you don’t completely expose yourself to him, lying back against the pillows.
he reaches for your ankles, guiding your feet up onto the bed. “knees apart and feet planted firmly on the bed so i can get a good view there.”
you feel like such a flustered, mess with dr. abbot having to remind you of everything. of course you couldn’t lay with your legs hanging off the bed. but you do as he says, spreading your knees apart and pressing your bare feet firmly into the mattress beneath you.
“just a little wider,” he murmurs, pulling the stool underneath himself closer to the bed, his broad shoulders making a place for themselves between your spread thighs. he looks up at you, his green eyes almost endless, “there we go, good job letting me in like this.” he praises.
your eyes dart up to the ceiling at the compliment, not sure of how to even respond. instead you fist your hands into the bunched up cotton of your t shirt that’s still pushed up your stomach. you never quite know what to do with your hands even when it's dr. carrie examining you so these nerves are familiar. dr. abott keeps his promise of not touching. well, kind of.
his gloved hands are featherlight on your inner thighs, at your little gasp he drags his eyes from where they were previously locked on your cunt. "i know i said i wouldn't touch at first, sweetheart, but i have to make sure you keep yourself open for me. for the exam." he squeezes your squishy flesh underneath his fingers.
you giggle at the gesture, the sound bubbling up your throat without permission. "sorry, sorry," you apologize, "just a little nervous still, but keep going."
"alright, but if anything changes, just let me know," he winks at you, another honest to god wink, before his eyes trail back down between your legs. you watch him take a deep inhale of breath, his shoulders dropping as he lets out a long sigh.
you don't know what to make of it, "everything alright, dr. abott?"
"yeah, yeah," he assures you, his eyes cutting back up to your's, "she's perfect, actually."
"perfect?" you question. at your pap smears dr. carrie would say your cervix looked beautiful and healthy, but she would never use the word perfect.
"perfectly healthy," he smirks, "there's nothing out of the ordinary that i'm seeing here."
the room goes silent for a few more moment as jack just looks. it makes you squirm, makes you want to fill the silence. "i know you say everything looks fine, but it probably doesn't help that i didn't shave." you begin to babble, "i just didn't realize how bad it had gotten and i would have shaved before you came over but i was trying to clean up my place before-"
"oh, well that's very sweet of you, but there's nothing for you to apologize for." he looks up at you, forcing direct eye contact that you want to shy away from but somehow manage not to. "i actually prefer it."
"prefer what? bush?" you ask in disbelief.
if he weren't so charming and hadn't been so comforting to you so far you'd describe his responding smile as predatory, "you're exactly right, sweetheart," his smile lessens and he straightens his shoulders, "but my preferences do not matter, it's what you prefer that's most important. but, i will say that keeping your body hair intact is the safest way to go."
he continues, "shaving and waxing can be painful for a lot of women, razor bumps and cuts can leave you vulnerable to infection so sometimes the healthiest option is not doing anything at all."
you've never really been one to let a man reassure you about what you do with your own body, but somehow dr. abbot's words sooth all your iinsecurities regarding your bush because shaving and waxing have always been painful for you. it helps to have the approval of a medical professional. especially one so handsome.
"alright, on to the next portion of the exam," he lets go of your thighs, instead bringing his hands up in front of him. he holds them up for you to see. "this is when the touching begins. just outside to start, is that ok?"
his question makes your stomach flutter, asking for permission even though he's your doctor and it’s his job to touch you. "of course, dr. abott."
he brings his gloved hands back to your thighs, following the plain of muscles until his hands are resting at your bikini line. "pubic hair is great at keeping you clean and protected, but it can also hide things like ingrown hairs and cysts." his big thumbs sweep over your mons pubis, the action pulling your skin, exposing your pussy to the cool air of your bedroom. it sends a shiver down your spine.
"stuff like that is pretty harmless,” he begins again, "but it's better that i find it now than you find it later and freak out."
somehow he’s right, you would freak out. any time you find an ingrown hair down there you convince yourself it's something else. you feel lucky that dr. abbot is thorough. and attentive. and so, so close to the most intimate part of yourself.
you watch his eyes track every crevice and curve between your legs, his big shoulders keeping them spread when you'd rather close them. he's just so hot and he's right there, but he's a doctor whose doing his job. and you're just some pervert.
"ok then, everything so far looks good and healthy. no cysts, no ingrown hairs, nothing for you to worry about."
you breathe a sigh of relief at the confirmation, one less thing for you to have to worry about in the future. dr. carrie has such a calming energy that always put you at ease, but dr. abott has his own way. dr. carrie was like an older female friend guiding you through womanhood while dr. abott feels like one of your dad's friends that you had a crush on growing up.
"so now," dr. abbot interrupts your thoughts, reaching for the tube of lube he had placed on the bed earlier in the appointment.
you watch him twist the top off, piercing the protective seal. he must have dozens of tubes in his bag if he makes these kind of house calls often. your mouth twists into a frown remembering that your time with the doctor will be coming to an end soon.
"hey, hey," dr. abbot’s voice softens as his gaze lands on the pout on your downturned lips. “i know this next step can be a little scary since i’m not your regular doctor, but i promise i’ll go slow and stop whenever you tell me to, okay?”
your frown deepens at his words. of course he would be concerned over your comfort, taking your change in demeanor as anxiety rather than disappointment that he’s just a doctor doing his job. but, you'd really rather not divulge your real feelings at the moment, "thank you, dr. abott, your patients are all lucky to have a doctor as sympathetic as you."
"oh well, that's very sweet of you, honey," his smile is so charming, "and i don't usually try to poach my colleague's patients, but if you ever want to do this again, i'd be more than happy to take you on."
"you would?"
"of course i would," he confirms, his attention going back down to his work, squeezing a dollop of lube onto his gloved pointer finger. "you've made things very easy for me so far."
his praise makes your stomach settle, forever a people pleaser you are. you have to fight the smile that threatens to stretch your lips, "well, you just landed yourself a new patient, dr. abbot." you can't hold back, giving him a toothy grin when he looks up at you with his own smirk, "but, we'll keep that between the two of-" you cut yourself off with a gasp at the feeling of cold lube on your sensitive pussy lips.
“sorry, sweetheart,” he apologizes,his sharp, cunning eyes trailing back down to where his fingers are exploring you. "the lube is always cold and i think it's better to rip the bandaid off sometimes instead of warning you."
he now has both hands stroking your folds, pulling them apart, "inner and outer vaginal lips both look good, very healthy." he comments, "now let's take a look up a little further."
one of his hands comes to rest against your mons pubis, pulling your skin, while his other hand slinks up your folds. "i'm going to pull back the clitoral hood," he explains, eyes drinking up every inch of wet skin, "and there she is."
you force your eyes shut in embarrassment, the husky rasp of his voice making your pussy clench around nothing. your eyes snap open and a gasp falls from your lips as you feel direct pressure on your clit. you look down at dr. abbot's gloved finger stroking over the swollen bud. "dr. abbot?"
your shocked voice doesn't make his movements falter, finger still stroking over your clit. his smirk is stronger than ever when he finally looks up to your face, "gotta make sure everything works, honey, you feel me touching your little clit?"
dr. carrie has never touched you like this. you know it's not right, but you would never argue with your doctor. you couldn't, even if you wanted to. you have to catch your breath, trying to clear your head of the heedy pleasure you feel at his hands, "yes, dr. abbot, of course i can feel you."
"that's good," he assures, "the clitoris functions solely as a source of pleasure, so i need to make sure it's doing it's job. was your boyfriend touching you here when he was hitting your cervix too hard?"
the question takes you by surprise and you find it hard to answer with dr. abbot’s finger still on your clit. "i don't know if he, i uh, i can't really remember," you stutter, the pressure against your clit growing stronger, dr. abott using all of his thick fingers to stroke the tender bud. "i'm sorry, it's hard to think."
"oh well, you don't really have to think right now, i just need you to relax and i'll do all the work." dr. abbot's voice is smooth and soft, "but, your boyfriend should always be stimulating your clit.
dr. abbot leaves you speechless against the pillows, until his gloved thumb catches your clit just right and you let out a moan. embarrassment washes over you, your legs trying to close but unable to with dr. abbot's broad shoulders in the way. you bring your arm over your face, burying your flustered smile against the inside of your elbow so you don't have to look at the doctor's face.
he chuckles to himself, not unkindly, "nothing to be embarrassed about, honey, that's exactly what i wanted to hear. good response to stimulation."
you take a deep breathe, centering yourself. dr. abbot seems to be taking all of your inappropriate reactions in stride, so you will your embarrassment and anxiety down a couple notches. when you lift your arm away from your face you're met with his smiling face.
"there she is, was worried you were going to tap out on me." he jokes, "but hey, i know gynecology appointments can always feel a little bit strange, but i promise you, you're fine with me. no matter what you do, okay?"
you nod your head eagerly, greedy for his approval.
he gives you another wink, "good, now though," his hands leave your heated skin, pulling off his messy nitrile gloves. your stomach drops at the thought of this exam already being over. you relax minutely when dr. abbot gets his hands back on you, though. his wide hands and his thick fingers ghosting over the flesh of your inner thighs. "this next part can be a little uncomfortable for some people, i'm going to need to feel inside."
his thumbs sweep back and forth against your heated skin, goosebumps rising on the sensitive flesh. your eyes can't help but look at his toned forearms against the swell of your plush thighs.
"honey?" dr. abbot's soft, gravelly voice gets your attention again. "you ready for the next part of the exam?"
you fidget with your fingers where your hands lay against your soft belly. you nod though, feeling safe in jack's care.
jack snaps on a clean pair of black nitrile gloves, the gloves somehow making his forearms look even bigger than they are. his hands are back on your skin, settling snuggly against the valley of your thighs, his thumbs sweeping over either side of your pussy lips. "i'm just going to start with one finger, okay? tell me if anything hurts or if you want to stop, hmm?"
you make some kind of noise in acknowledgement, too busy steeling yourself for the awaiting intrusion of one of the doctor's thick fingers. he continues his ministrations against your pussy lips for another long moment, though, warming up lube against your heated skin.
you hum at the feeling, your head resting back against the pillows are your eyes shut in relaxation. he did say that keeping his patients comfortable was the most important part of his job.
you have a thought that you could seriously fall asleep like this when he slides his first digit in. his finger is thick inside your wet walls but not enough to make you buck your hips or make an embarrassing noise.
"so far, everything feels good, any pain?" with a shake of your head he keeps going. "that's good, this pussy should always feel good." he declares, lowly.
he slowly pushes his finger deeper inside of you, a flash of pain crosses your face as the digit meets resistance. "alright, well, not too hard to find your cervix. my suspicions were correct, the positioning of your uterus pushes your cervix closer to your vaginal opening."
of course there had to be something wrong with you.
"hey," dr. abbot gets your attention, the pain subsiding as he gently strokes you from the inside. "trust me when i say it's very normal, many women have this same experience. i can show you how to your make your next time with your boyfriend feel much better."
you nod eagerly, "you can?"
"of course, honey, that's part of my job." he slides his finger out, resting it just outside your entrance. "i'm just going in with two fingers now, you'll be able to feel more than you would with just the one."
the stretch of his two thick digits isn't that bad. it actually makes you involuntarily squirm against his hand, your body wanting more of him inside of you. you apologize for the actions after finally getting your hips to still against the mattress, "i'm sorry, it just feels-"
"good?" dr. abbot supplies.
"better, better than with my boyfriend." you admit into the quiet of the room.
"hmm," dr. abbot hums to himself, eyes traveling down from your face to where his fingers are opening up your sensitive cunt. you can tell he's trying to suppress what you assume to be a shit eating grin. "well, that's exactly what i wanted to hear, sweetheart."
your stomach feels liquified at his praise, hot and heavy in your gut. but the shame and embarrassment of sharing such a moment with your doctor hits you, "he's not- he's not bad, he just, he just doesn't have the experie-"
"hey, hey," jack brings his free hand to rest gently against the fat of your inner thighs. stroking your skin like a spooked animal. "you don't have to defend him to me. actually, how about we just don't think about him right now. right now it's just you and me, okay?"
he brings his hand from your thigh to the softness of your stomach, a placating gesture. you instinctively suck in your stomach at the touch even though your stretch marks and tummy have been on display the whole time. his big hand gives your flesh a squeeze, fat jiggling underneath his fingers, "oh now, none of that. nothing wrong with being a healthy young woman," he winks..
you settle back into the pillows, not wanting to interrupt the doctor's work any more than you already have.
"alright, so let's get back to it," his thick fingers sink deeper into your hole until they hit that spot that makes you grimace. "again, this is your cervix and your cervix does not like to be battered by something big like my fingers."
he adjusts his fingers, pulling back slightly before pushing up inside of you. "you're going to want to avoid that by aiming up." he emphasizes his words by pressing hard and firm against the spongey spot at the top of your pussy.
it sends a jolt of pleasure up your spine that causes your hips to buck up from the bed. dr. abbot hadn't moved his hand from your stomach, so he uses it to hold your body down against the bed as he holds pressure on that specific spot, stroking it delicately with the pads of his fingertips. your legs, on their own accord, try to slam shut, but the doctor's broad shoulders keep them open.
"i'd ask if it feels good, but i think i already got my answer." he remarks, his movements inside of you slowing until his fingers stop completely, "but, that is how it's supposed to feel."
with his fingers still inside of you you're able to catch a breath and try to compose yourself. "but how," you stop, your cheeks hot with self consciousness, "how can a guy, like, aim his penis like that? i get you can do it with your fingers because you can see and feel things better, but how is a guy supposed to be able to do that when he's inside of me..." you trail off, ending your rambling.
he considers your words for a long moment before answering, "i can show you that, too."
"show me? show me how to...fuck me?"
"i'd be more than happy to give you a demonstration, it's what i'm here for," he reassures.
for you, there's nothing to think about. you still pretend to mull it over though, not wanting to seem too eager for your doctor. you bite your lip, "as long as you're sure, dr. abbot."
"don't worry about me, honey," he says almost bashfully, "i'm just happy to help."
you two share a smile before he looks back down to where his fingers are still buried in you. "i don't say this to toot my own horn, but to instead give you a little warning. i'm thick, thicker than these two fingers, so i'm going to add another finger to get you nice and ready for me, ok?"
this whole ordeal has rendered you speechless, dr. abbot has been nothing but assuring and confident during this whole appointment. it should scare you how much you trust him already, but aren't you supposed to trust your doctors?
"i'm going to need you to help me a little bit. i'm going to need both of my hands for the next part and since i already know you're a little sensitive i'm going to need you to hold your legs a part for me, okay?" the hand that was on your stomach trails down to join his other at your pussy. his thumb strokes absently at your puffy clit.
that little stimulation has heat pooling in your gut again, but you fight through the fog of pleasure to grip your hands underneath either of your thighs, your feet leaving the mattress, leaving yourself completely open his gaze.
"good, good, you're great at following direction," he praises as you feel a third thick finger teasing your entrance. there's some resistance to the new intrusion as the other two fingers start slowly pumping inside of you. "come on, honey, open up for me, please."
the thumb that had been ghosting against your clit is stroking tight circles against the bud now causing your head to toss back against the pillows. you whine at the pleasure as he's finally able to slip a third finger past your tight walls.
"there we go, just needed your clit played with for you to relax a little bit more for me, good job, sweetheart." his voice is gentle almost but his words and the casual nature he says them drives you absolutely crazy. "like i said earlier, your boyfriend should always be playing with your clit."
you whine at his touch, your hips jerking up and down. trying to get more pressure on your clit while trying to get his fingers to press on that magic spot again. it's as if he reads your mind though, the speed of his fingers on your clit quickening while the pressure inside of your cunt builds up.
"oh. fuck," you whine, body overwhelmed with pleasure. "dr. abbot!"
"i hear you, honey, i hear you," he coos at your whines and cries of pleasure. his movements slow, "but, this is how it's supposed to feel, supposed to feel so fucking good."
his movements come to a halt and then his fingers are slipping out of you. you let out a confused whine as he stands up from the bed. you watch him tug his gloves off.
"remember, i told you i'd give you a demonstration of the real thing?" your memory is jogged as you watch him pull his thick, blood hot cock out of the opening of his black trousers. he was right to open you up more. he sinks back down onto the bed between your legs. your eyes are glassy as you take him in, his big hand wrapping around his hard cock, pumping it, wrist flicking over his fat tip.
his other hand reaches further up the bed. he's pulled another pillow from the head of your bed. "here, i'm going to put this under your hips," he instructs, slipping the cushion underneath you. "that will help with the angle, when you're directly flat on your back you're more likely to hit your cervix."
you nod your head like you're paying attention to his words, but your mind is much more preoccupied with the thick, hard cock that is getting closer and closer to your weeping pussy. it aches to be filled again.
"i'll go slow, i promise. you let me know if anything hurts or i need to stop." at your nod of understanding he continues on, shuffling his knees until he's able to rest his cock head right on your sensitive clit. he trails his swollen tip through your wet folds, "so beautiful and perfect. i'm going to make her feel so good."
and with that declaration, he's breaching your entrance. he stays true to his words, he goes slow, letting you adjust to his girth and weight instead of just mindlessly pounding your hole like some guys would. it's the thickest cock you've ever taken, but the stretch makes your stomach flutter and your clit pulse from where it sits untouched.
"ready for me to move, sweetheart?"
"please, dr. abbot."
he smirks down at you as he adjusts your thick legs, guiding you to wrap them around his built waist. his hands rest on your hips, squeezing your love handles as he presses you flush to the mattress, completely under his control. after all, it is his demonstration, you think.
he thrust shallowly at first, slowly building up momentum. "wanna start slow, build up pressure inside of you instead of forcing it." his hands trail up your quivering sides, pushing up your shirt. "now, you tell me when you feel me against that spot so i can-"
"oh, fuck, dr. abbot!" you all but cry out as his cock slides deliciously across the sport his fingers had played with earlier.
"there it is." he coos, a smirk evident in his voice, "feels much better this way, right?"
"yeah, fuck," you hiccup, voice hoarse and eyes glassy with unshed tears as your orgasm quickly approaches. you looks down as his hands creep further and further up your torso until he's managed to push your shirt up your chest, your tits bouncing freely with his thrusts. you uselessly try to cover yourself, "oh my god! i'm sorry, dr. abbot, i forgot to put a bra on." you whine in embarrassment.
"fuck," he bites, his eyes pulling from your chest for a moment before he looks back up at your face, "don't even worry about it, honey, this is actually perfect timing for me to do a breast exam."
even as he sits up on his heels, his thrusts never falter and you're dizzy with it. your eyes roll back as he reaches down to stroke your clit in tight circles as his other hand gropes the flesh of one of your tits. he palpates the tissue for a moment before taking your hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching experimentally. "oh, sweetheart, that made your pussy clench around me. you like having your nipples played with, too?"
you don't answer his question, too busy bracing yourself for your impending orgasm. all the stimulation has your brain foggy, but you can still feel that urge like you have to pee. but, dr. abbot said that that was normal, that that probably meant you were just going to ejaculate. he's gained enough of your trust already to get you to fully relax in his hold.
you look up at him with your big, glassy eyes, "i'm gonna cum." your voice is quiet compared to sound of his thrusts, his pants rumpling against your delicate skin.
"i told you this pretty pussy was going to feel so fucking good," he leans down, voice a husky growl in your ear, "you just needed someone to take their time with you-"
"jack," you whine, cutting him off.
but he just keeps going, "to learn how to make this beautiful pussy feel so good."
"jack!" you all but squeal as your orgasm rips through you, your release soaking jack's hard cock and staining his pants and the towel underneath you. your body twitches and shakes while your cunt pulses and clenches through the aftershocks.
"there's my fucking girl," jack's voice is almost a growl as he slips out of you, taking his cock in hand so he can run his hard tip through your slippery folds.
"jack," you whine again, making grabby hands for your boyfriend.
he concedes, leaning down to let you wrap your arms around his shoulders. "'jack'? what happened to "dr.abbot’'?" he teases.
"shut up," you roll your eyes, your mind and body slowly coming back online. you don't squirt all that often, mostly because it's not something your body does regularly, but jack always has his way of pressing the right buttons.
"neither of us broke character," your voice is almost a whisper, shocked at the both of you being able to stay so composed and in your roles. you two can barely keep a bit going for more than a few minutes before one of you breaks and you're both laughing. but, you somehow managed to keep the fantasy going a lot longer than either of you anticipated.
his brows furrow, "did you think one of us was going to break?"
"you do not want me to answer that." you joke back, knowing that your honest answer of ‘yes, you’ would hurt hit little feelings.
instead of a retort, he just looks at you. his eyes soft and his lips turned up in a small, content smile. "i like having fun with you."
the sincerity of it strikes you, your stomach filling with lovely warmth. "i like having fun with you, too, jack." your eyes flick down to where his legs are tucked underneath himself on the bed. "is your leg okay?"
"i'm good to keep going," he answers, his hand going back down to stroke his wet, half hard cock.
"well," you sit up, going to push him down on the bed until he lands flat on his back. you straddle his waist, his cock fattening up against your twitching clit, "that's perfect timing, because i think it's time for your exam, dr. abbot."