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It all started with a text.

dr. jaackkiee im so sooo. horny :((( nneed help!

The message pinged Jack Abbot’s phone the moment he discarded his isolation gown in the bin of a trauma room. Before he even saw the message, he saw your name and that was enough to make him check his surroundings and find an empty space to open it.

Texts like this from you were to be expected. You were his needy girl, and he understood that leaving for his night shift would inevitably lead to problems. Problems only he could fix, except he couldn’t physically be there to help you. 

He leaned his back against the wall of a semi empty corner, squinting down at his phone as he read your text. He groaned quietly, unsure if it was because your text came at a bad time or if he needed to palm himself through his scrubs right now. If anyone saw Dr. Abbot, they would’ve thought he was receiving bad news from the disgruntled expression on his face.

He steadied the phone in his hands as he prepared to type something back, but was unsure of what to reply with. He debated on telling you to wait for him, which he knew meant leaving you horny for hours until his shift ended at 7 am, or telling you that he was busy and that you had his permission to touch yourself. Either way, him not being there wasn’t going to be enough for you. 

Jack stared at his phone in deep thought for 30 seconds before a nurse walked over to tell him he was needed in Central 15.

“Be there in a minute” he said lowly, still distracted by the text displayed on his screen.

Before he started walking to the room he was needed in, he decided to type something he knew was incredibly risky.

Call me in 5. Camera on.

The door clicked into the lock behind Jack as he quickly rushed into the gender neutral washroom.

You had barely given him 5 minutes before your caller ID was on his screen, buzzing quietly in his pocket as he was attempting to make some shitty excuse on why he was stepping out.

His phone was already in his hand, thumb pressing ‘accept’ when he sat down on the lid of the toilet. Your pouty face immediately appeared on his screen, and he could tell without even seeing your body that you were already fully naked. He held his camera a little below his face, slightly peering down at you while he perched his elbow on his knee.

“I only have 5 minutes to help you, so you better make this quick, kid” Jack huffs, already feeling himself harden just from the face you were making when you’re desperate for something.

“I need your help” you whine.

“Tell me where you need help. I can’t do anything if you don’t use your words” he says sternly, the mental timer in his head already ticking.

“It’s aching…” you hiccup.

“Show me where the ache is, baby.”

You pan the camera down to where your legs were spread, your core coated in slick and fluttering around nothing.

Jack groans from the sight, gripping his phone so hard that he presses the off-button, his camera suddenly going grey for a brief moment. He curses quietly under his breath as he redoes his passcode.

“Tell me what to do, Dr. Jackie!” you move your camera back up to your face, still pouting.

“Where’s that toy I bought you? Put it up to camera.”

You reach out of frame to grab the dildo in the bedside table, and showed it to him through the camera. Jack had bought it for you because you claimed it was a replica of his cock, peachy at the shaft and a dusty pink at the tip. Although, it did not match him size-wise as Jack was longer.

“Now, put it in your mouth,” he says encouragingly, watching a little bit of the silicone push past your lips. “thaaat’s it. All the way in. Good girl.”

His words make you whimper around the length, trying to take as much as you can without triggering your gag reflex. You keep your eyes on his, pretending as if you were sucking on him and not some dildo.

Jack could hear the commotion of the ER outside the door, and found it difficult to keep his undivided attention on you, his eyes moving from the door back to you, then back to the door. It made you feel slightly guilty for making him do this while at his high stress job. You knew how hard of a worker Jack was, and how dedicated he was to being a good physician. He wasn’t looking at you when you pulled the dildo out of your mouth to speak.

“Jackk!” you whined at him to pull his attention back onto you. “You’re not…paying attention.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I don’t mean to get distracted, it’s just not ideal for me to be doing this right now” he apologizes, and you purse your lips from the grumbling of his voice. He was trying so hard to speak softly, afraid that anyone could be leaning an ear against the door. 

“I’ll just wait for you to come home…” you reply dolefully, looking down, hoping to summon sympathy from him.

Jack hated the way your saddened tone made him rethink his decision. How inappropriate for a doctor of his status to be rock hard at work. Yet, here he was; on FaceTime with his needy little girlfriend who couldn’t get off without him.

“You’re not hanging up. Put that dildo back in your mouth” he said in a serious tone as if he were talking to an uncooperative patient.

You nodded, then slid the dildo back down your throat with a whimper.

“Get it nice and wet for me…yeahh” he palms himself beneath his scrubs as he watches you spit onto the toy and take it back into your mouth, a few strings of saliva running down your chin. God, the sight of you drove this old man insane.

“Okay, now take it out,” he says while undoing the drawstring of his own pants.

“Can I p—” you start to speak but he shushes you.

“Shhh let me finish, kid. Show me that pussy.”

You turn the phone upside down, facing the camera at your messy cunt which was more soaked than before.

“Jesus, you’re fucking wet” he says quietly, more to himself than you.

Your fingers move between your legs towards your clit, gently rubbing circles over the small nub before giving yourself a few wet smacks, something Jack did when he was with you.

“Where’s that dildo, baby? We’re running out of time” he says with a tone that told you he was losing patience.

You huffed, grabbing the dildo and pushing the length through your glossy slit.

“Push it inside you, sweetheart. Fuck—just like that” he moans breathlessly, watching the toy slowly disappear inside your entrance. He squeezed his cock hard in his hand, pretending he was the one stretching you out.

As soon as the toy fully made its way inside, you began to pump it in and out of you in the way you needed it. Jack followed your pace. Whimpers and gasps left your lips as the silicone tip bumped into your sweet spot over and over again, making your eyes roll back before fluttering shut. The volume on Jack’s phone wasn’t even that high, yet the wet sounds of your cunt sounded like it was bouncing off the walls of the washroom.

“How’s that feeling, baby? Feeling good?” he looks down at you with heavy lidded eyes and knitted brows, trying desperately to conceal the groans he wants to let out.

You just nodded your head, too lost for words from the amount of pleasure you were experiencing. You didn’t think it would feel half as good if Jack weren’t on this call with you right now.

“‘Wanna s-see you, d-daddy!” you mumble half incoherently, begging to see more than just his handsome face.

He huffs a low chuckle before flipping his camera, revealing his painfully hard cock in his large freckled hand. The sight of him alone had you squeezing around the dildo, pumping the toy even faster until your arm began to ache. A small ring of cream began to form around the base of the dildo.

“S-So close d-daddy—mmph f-fuck!” you whimpered, head falling back onto the pillows behind your head. 

It wasn’t going to be long before someone would come banging on the door of the washroom, and it made Jack fuck his hand faster. He was worried about being needed for something urgent, meanwhile he’s jerking off in the washroom like some freak. Clearly, he wasn’t worried enough because 5 minutes had already gone by, and he was still on this call with you. 

“Yeah? You wanna cum?” he huffs out.

“M-Mhm! Please?”

“I don’t know, you have to tell daddy how bad you wanna cum for him.”

“So—nghh—b-bad. Need it s-so so bad! Pleeasee!” 

He could tell you were almost in tears at this point, so overcome with the need to cum that you would’ve came anyway had he said no to you.

“Go ahead, baby. C-Come for Dr. Jackie” he groaned, feeling himself reaching his own release.

A long whine filled the room as you came, back arching off the bed and legs stuttering shut around the hand that continued to thrust the toy. Jack still had his camera facing his cock when he came. Quiet groans and heavy breaths could be heard behind the camera as his cum dribbled out over his fist, coating his thick fingers. He had his eyes squeezed shut, just enjoying this small moment of release before he was forced to rejoin the bloodbath which was the PTMC ER.

“Atta fuckin’ girl. Look at you, came so h-hard for me” Jack was absolutely spent, and he’d only been at work for 2 hours. Sometimes it was so hard for him to keep up with you.

He tucks his softening cock back into his boxers off camera, wipes his hand with some toilet paper, and flips it back to his face where small salt n’ pepper tendrils were damp against the edges of his forehead. He holds the phone up to his face while you got comfortable under the blanket, the side of your face squished into his pillow.

“Thank you, Dr. Jackie. I feel so much better now!” you coo at him, nuzzling deeper in the pillow.

“Of course, sweetheart. You know that you’re my most special patient.” he smiles, and you nod. “Daddy has to hang up now. Please go to sleep this time, don’t wait up for me. Understand?”

You say ‘yes’ sleepily, batting your lashes at him. 

“Good girl. Goodnight” he says, watching you blow a kiss at him. he catches it, then clicks ‘end call’.

He quickly shoves his phone in his pocket, and throws the used toilet paper before flushing it down. He re-ties his drawstrings frantically and walks towards the sink, observing himself while washing his hands as thoroughly as possible. With an incredible amount of luck, he exits the washroom right as Dr. Robby was passing, and he pauses to stare at Jack who was now thinking Robby was standing outside the door the whole time.

“Do I want to know what you were doing in there?” Dr. Robby questions in a lighthearted tone, folding his arms over his chest.

“Uh…dinner wasn’t sitting too well” he lies on the spot, hoping that he sounded convincing enough.

“Oh Jesus, not a good time to be working the night shift” Dr. Robby chuckles, throwing an arm around Jack’s shoulders. “Can I get you something for your tummy troubles?”

“Nah, man. I’ll be fine. Let’s just um…get back to work” Jack says awkwardly, gripping the stethoscope around his neck before scurrying away.

This was going to be a long night shift.