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something you had always been ashamed to admit was that you were still a virgin despite being in your mid twenties. you had never even put your own fingers inside of you before.

you had ended up in the doctors office after realising you were finding it hard to get wet or anything inside of you.

the bed creaked beneath you every time you shifted. you were nervous to have to discuss this with someone, especially a doctor. it wasn’t exactly an emergency, but more of a personal worry.

you were snapped out of your thoughts when the door opened and a man walked in. he was tall and quite big, his eyes were kind and determined as he looked at you, lathering hand sanitiser on his hands.

“hello, i’m dr. abbot. i’ll be working with you today. what’s your name?” he introduced himself, dragging a metal stool over so he could sit in front of you.

you nervously told him your name, meeting his steady eyes with a shy look.

jack quickly picked up on how innocent you looked. he had seen countless nervous people in his years of being a doctor, but you had something else about you.

he nodded and reached for the chart that the nurse had taken previously. “it says here you’re having problems with.. penetration?” jack raised an eyebrow as he read the chart. that certainly wasn’t what he was expecting.

your face flushed as he read it aloud. your problem sounded stupid coming from his mouth. you nodded as if to confirm what he had just read. “y- yeah. i haven’t- i’ve never..” you mumbled before trailing off, the words dying on your tongue from the embarrassment.

“nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart.” jack immediately interrupted, catching onto your nervousness. he felt a perverted rush go straight to his dick when he realised he was going to have to help fix your problem.

the position jack had insisted you be in felt inappropriate, but he was the doctor after all.

jack slipped on some latex gloves as he watched you lie back and spread your legs, trying to avoid eye contact as much as possible.

“good job, sweetheart. that’s good.” he nodded as he moved to be standing over you. “i’m going to check how you react to penetration that isn’t from yourself.” he told you, carefully moving the gown you had on so that he could see your pussy.

a small gasp escaped your lips as he pressed the tip of his middle finger into your folds. the feeling grew more overwhelming the more he pushed in.

you whimpered as you felt how big his finger was. this was the first time you’d ever had anything inside of you, and his fingers were way thicker than your own.

“how does that feel?” jack asked when he pushed his finger into all the way. you felt unbelievably tight around him.

“o- okay, dr. abbot. it feels.. you feel big.” you sheepishly admitted. could you even say something like that to a doctor?

jack had to bite back a groan at the way you spoke. you really were as innocent as you looked.

“could you do some more? i just have to check inside. make sure everything is okay.” he told you carefully.

you nodded in submission. “okay, dr. abbot. whatever you need me to do.” you told him.

a few minutes later, you were soaked on three of jack’s fingers. the stretch had given you an uncomfortable burn for awhile, but the persistent pumping of his fingers faded into a pleasure you’d never felt before.

jack absorbed every whimper that came from you, the sounds only spurring him on further. he knew you were still under the impression this was still just an examination.

your hands reached out to grasp onto jack’s wrist as soon as you felt yourself growing overwhelmed. your brain was beginning to shut off from the feeling of it all.

“dr. abbot! i feel- it feels like a lot-“ you gasped, meeting his dark eyes. right before you fell over the edge, jack pulled his fingers out abruptly, the latex soaking wet with your arousal.

“you seem healthy. i think the problem was you needed someone who understood your body better than yourself.” jack said, sounding matter of fact in his diagnosis.

you felt confused and edged from what had just happened, but you were ultimately relieved to hear that there was nothing wrong with you.

you gathered your clothes as you got up from the bed. “thank you, dr. abbot.” you said quietly, watching as he walked out of the room with a smug smile on his face.