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a/n: sorry i need to get this out real quick bc of this video here -> tiktok !

your older attending who praises you all the time knowing the effect it has on you. jacks a very knowing man. he can pick up on almost anything with just a glance. he thought it was cute that you thought it would get past him. your thing for praise. you weren’t very good at hiding it, at least from him. your eyes would pool up a look of a silent beg for more when he’d tell you that he was proud of your work. that “you’re one of his smartest doctors” and “he’s glad to have you on his team.” he didn’t say that to much people, but he knew that look. pupils blown and bottom lip quivering, brain working to come up with an appropriate response. “t-thanks, dr. abbot. means…its means a lot to me.” you gulped out, twirling your thumbs around each other and holding eyes contact like your life depended on it. you were such a brave girl, he thought. it made him think about your limit. how far could he go? would you be able to take it?

it started off slow. the compliments were more frequent. “nice work, kid. knew you had it in you..” was say quietly into your ear after your swooped in and saved the patients life last minute. you should’ve been running off the high of saving a life, but your attending’s words had you going like nothing else ever had. you wondered if you imagining things, that all of words of encouragement were normal. he probably does that with everyone. nope! jack was surprised with how well you were handling it. although, he could see the pretty mask you put up crumble every time he dropped praise into the palm of your hands. your brows would twitch up every single time, thighs almost squeezing together but stopping before he could notice. but jack always notices. he always knows.

the final straw was when he let the two letter pantie dropper out. he pulled you to the side, feign concern your practices. he told you he just wanted to check in, making sure that you’ve been kept all the valuable information he’s taught you in that pretty brain of yours. “m’so sorry, dr abbot. i’ll make sure to s-stay focused. it won’t happen again i promise.” you mumbled out, but holding your head high to not disappoint the man you looked up to. “it’s okay, sweetheart. i trust you. you’re a good girl…my best.” god, he was fucking torturing you. you eye twitched like your brain short circuit. it was too much.

so, when he’s finally got you in his bed, he knows that you’d cum so fast with just a little bit of sweet words pouring into your ears. “there we go, honey. you’re doin so good. s’perfect for me…you’re so fuckin perfect.” did the trick, causing your back to the arch of his mattress and your nails to digging into the freckled skin of his shoulders. you cried you, throwing your head back in pure bliss as you repeated the only word you could remember. “j-jack!”

the moment you mention the fact of never being able to squirt to jack, he’s a bit surprised. his lips parting to utter a response, but it falls silent as he raises a hand to caress the stubble on his jawline.

“never?” he repeats, not wanting to believe the words that just came out of your mouth because there’s just no way that’s true. “never.” you say after him, averting your eyes as you feel heat trickle down your body.

“no guy has ever been able to make me squirt, and… i haven’t been able to make myself either.” the lump on your throat thickens, and you can feel the embarrassment kicking in. “and google says tha—”

“google?” abbot cuts your sentence short with a disapproving laugh, it almost sounds sarcastic. “c’mon, kid that’s your source? half the stuff on google’s written by a bun’cha people who don’t know squat of what they’re talking about.” he rises from his chair, throwing his chin back to ensure the faculty-lounge door is closed before making his way over towards you.

and you of all people should know better than to trust what a website such as google says — you’re a doctor in practice, you have the source right within the building you’re standing in.

hypnotized by your pussy

*should I make this into actual writing?

munch!cassie who.. literally will claw at your legs to pull you impossibly closer, resulting in long and skinny yet angry welts along the meat of your thighs

munch!cassie who.. is obsessed with the feeling of your juices on your face, or the fullness of her mouth when you cum

munch!cassie who.. will accidentally overstimulate you by simply just eating away at your pussy, licking and sucking everywhere

"I know I know, but please baby, just one more for daddy.. you can do it, I know you can.."

munch!cassie who.. doesn't give a fuck if you have a bush, she'll gladly search through the jungle for the pot of gold

"baby.. baby, I haven't shaved yet, I don't-"

"Shh, just let daddy get her serving first, baby, then we'll talk later, okay?"

It was said against your stomach as she trailed kisses down between your legs.

munch!cassie who.. will fucking whine if you attempt to pull her away. Cassie mckay, you're older girlfriend, whining because her girlfriend is trying to pull her up for air—you would've found it hot if she wasn't going down on you like a man would to a medium rare steak

munch!cassie who.. practically finds comfort in between your thighs, especially after sex, she'll just lay there in a none sexual way, placing small pecks on the inside of your quivering thighs

She leaned her head against the palm of your hand which rested lightly on your still sensitive thighs, grinning stupidly up at you like a pussy-drunk idiot while blinking slowly as if she was in a daze.

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“why’d u stop :((“

“..they’re staring at me.”

he turns them to face away then goes back to rearranging ur guts

YES and i should say this bc Jack is the same but in a completely different way. Pope doesn’t like the staring, but Jack knows they’re your babies. which means they’re his babies.

throwing your heavy bag by the door, you pout as you take in the comfortability of your shared home. lower back aching, feet sore from standing & eyes pulling shut with exhaustion, it’s a relief to see a freshly awoken jack. he’s getting ready for his shift, tying his scrub pants with his toothbrush in his mouth when he hears you trudge up the steps. “hey baby” he casually drawls, brushing his teeth and almost not paying attention. almost.

he notices you don’t answer, and is greeted by the sight of you face down in your shared bed instead. you’re slipping quickly as you pout, “hi daddy, missed you.” “missed me?” “yeah” “yeah? you know daddy loves you? hm?”

you nod sleepily, eyes falling shut when he brings his hand up to scratch at your hair. “take a nap for me, honey” “oh no jackie i can’t, i have so much to d-“ “wasn’t asking baby, c’mon, doctor’s orders” lifting you up by your armpits, unclasping your bra and sliding off your work clothes until you’re in nothing but a pair of panties.

jack pulls the comforter over you with a soft kiss to your forehead, “go t’sleep baby, i’ll come give you a kiss before i leave. kay?”