jack fucking reader whos studying for an anatomy quiz the next day fo her college class.. hes touching her and asking her whats the name of the body part, helping his girl study <3
yes AND what if we make him ur prof too...
perv!professor jack abbot x fem!med student!reader.
18+ MDNI! | content warnings: student x professor, dry humping, praise
professor jack abbot teaches a clinical rehabilitation course at your college. he takes a liking to you instantly: you're curious, attentive, and you're always speaking up in his lectures and discussions. jack chalks his fascination with you up to the rarity of finding a student as engaged as you are, nothing more.
but when he's laying in bed at night, he just can't stop his mind from wandering to you, what you could be doing... are you up late studying? are you at a party? whose bed are you in?
so when you turn up to his office hours with your lip worrying between your teeth, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt, he can't help but give you his full attention.
jack rumbles out your name before making a few clicks and turning away from his computer screen. his eyes are trained on you over the rim of his glasses. "take a seat. what can i do for you today?"
your eyes flick anxiously around his office as you sit. the room is dimly lit, and smells like coffee mixed with hand sanitizer. the whiteboard above his desk is covered with lecture diagrams and research frameworks.
"um, hi, professor abbot..."
he shakes his head, chin tilting up at you as he speaks, "call me jack."
you swallow, nodding. the low, gruff tone of his voice makes your thighs press together, and you pray he can't see it over his desk.
"oh— okay, jack. i'm actually not here to ask about your class today... i've actually... been really struggling with anatomy lately," you confess. "a-and i would've gone to ask professor robinavitch about it, because it's his class, but he..."
jack exhales through his nose, nodding with understanding. he's worked with robby long enough to know that some students can feel a little intimidated by him. "robby's a really great teacher," he tells you, "but i'm glad you came to me. i think i have a teaching method that you'd benefit from, actually."
your eyes widen a little. "oh, yes, please," you reply eagerly. "yeah, i'm really struggling, jack. n the exam's tomorrow..."
he hums, his eyes subtly raking up and down your figure. god, looking like that, how could you ever struggle with knowing the human body?
"you're cuttin' it pretty fine, asking for help the day before. seems like you could use a crash course."
you nod, almost shamefully. you know you have a bad habit of procrastination, and it had really gotten out of hand this time. "yeah, i really could..."
"lucky for you, i'm free tonight," jack remarks, grabbing a pen to scribble his address down on a sticky note. "my place is just a few blocks away from campus, i'd be happy to give you a little refresher session."
you accept, of course. you could really use the extra help from your favourite professor!
you don't even question it later that night when jack leads you into the bedroom of his apartment. "sit," his voice is gruff as he motions you to the edge of his bed. "alright. let me show you a thing or two."
your breath hitches as he crosses behind you and you feel his warmth on your back. the scent of his cologne wraps around you: rich and sweet and dark. his hands begin to massage at your shoulders, "mmm... 's tense here. y'know what these muscles are called?"
you try so hard to conjure up any answer that could make sense from your brain. "uh— um— upper... trapezius?"
jack makes a satisfied sound that comes from the back of his throat. "good girl." his thumbs move lower, sweeping up and down your spine through your t-shirt. "and here?"
you pray to whatever god there is that jack doesn't notice how your back arches under his touch. there's no way you're accessing the studious part of your brain right now. "i... i don't know..."
he sighs, shaking his head as his hands leave you. "looks like you've got a lot to learn, sweetheart, and not a lot of time... i got an idea on how to make your revision a little more intensive... but first, you gotta take off those pretty clothes."
and that's how you end up in your bra and panties, sitting on professor jack abbot's bed, his big hands holding your thighs open while he shows you his special study technique. he presses his mouth reverently over your body, inhaling your sweet scent.
jack thinks it might even be working, surprisingly— you do seem to be better at recall under the pressure of his lips.
"what's this one, pretty girl?" he asks, dragging his nose down to your lower stomach before nuzzling into your warm skin.
your cunt clenches as you manage out: "m-mcburney's point..."
jack grins, the corners of his eyes crinkling, and presses a kiss to your hip. "that's right, baby. good job. 'm gonna give you a little study reward now, okay?"
he lays you down on his bed, and you watch breathlessly as he crawls over you and positions himself between your thighs. you can feel the hot, heavy weight of his cock pressing over your panties even through his sweats, and it makes you drip.
he kisses at your neck as he starts to grind his hips into yours. "mmmh, there we go, sweetheart, y'feel me? 's what you do to me. such a... such a smart girl, asking me for help."
this time you can't hide the way your body responds to him, how your hands instinctively grip his broad shoulders as you rock up against him. still, even through the haze of lust, there's something close to guilt gnawing at you.
"f... oh.... jack, isn't it against— ah— the college rules? to fraternize with students?"
"i don't wanna fraternize," he pants against your ear, breath coming out in warm puffs as he grinds his hard cock into the soaked cotton, "i wanna fuck you."
HII!!! i know you just got back but when you can, what do you think reader would be like losing her virginity to jack? >_<
18+ MDNI | i love this idea because i truly believe that samira mohan is a 30 year old virgin so this is also #mohabbot core to me
but jack would looove it. he's such a perv... he would never admit it but he loves the idea of being the first (and hopefully only) person to stretch you out. the only one who gets to taste your sweet pussy and feel your walls clench around him. you really were made just for him. even though he has a soft tummy and wrinkles and an old man cock, you still want him to be your first? he's honored. jack's so glad that you know that older men treat women better.
older men like jack don't rush. he takes his time to kiss over your panties until you soak through them. he doesn't stop worshipping you with his tongue until you're squirming and trembling, begging for something inside of you. he knows exactly where to curl his fingers to make you squeal. he knows just how to rub your clit and kiss your forehead when he's inching his fat cock inside u so slowly and carefully :( he makes sure to praise you, whispering against your skin, "thaaat's it, baby. good girl. oh, is it big, honey? 's it stretchin' you out so good? yeah? 's okay to moan, sweetheart, i know it feels good."
i’m not sure if you’ve done this before, nd i don’t want to be a bother with all of your sammy content lately (which i luv!) but . . . maybe dbf!jack who’s spending time in the guest room for a few days. it’s late at night nd reader walks into his room scared because her father has been being really mean to her lately :(( jack has a soft spot for her. he brings her in his lap nd comforts her as her daddy. . you could add smut or just leave it there ! ! i love your work sm <3
anon please you could neeeever be a bother. it's sammy bryant summer but i know where home is <3 and that is a gorg idea!!! i made myself a little emotional writing this #daddyissues so no smut but have this cutie sweet daddy jack makin u feel better !!!
cw: dbf!jack, daddy issues?, hurt/comfort, no smut
your dad's best friend jack abbot is staying at your place— his water heater is broken and he needed somewhere to stay for a little while. your father, ever the gracious host, offered him the guest room at your house. you're happy to have jack around, he's never had kids and he treats you like one of his own.
but his visit's come at a weird time. your dad's been more critical of you than usual lately. nothing you do is ever right: every load of laundry's on the wrong cycle, your room is a pigsty, every outfit you wear is way too revealing. it all starts to hit you at once, and you find yourself sniffling in your bed, your heart weighing heavy in your chest.
meanwhile, jack's up late— old habits pulling him back to the battlefield. he's on his ipad, the screen glowing with trauma case write-ups, his readers perched low on his nose. it's his version of doomscrolling, he supposes. he looks up when he hears your little knocks on the door and his gravelly voice rumbles out to you from deep in his throat: "baby, what's goin' on? come in."
as the door slips open, those soft hazel eyes meet yours. "you need somethin'?" he asks, his brows wrinkling with concern.
you shake your head, your slippers squeaking softly on the floorboards as you manage an explanation out through the ache in your throat. "no, i just... don't know why i'm here, really. 's just... dad's bein' mean. feelin'... sad... a little lonely..."
jack coos, placing his ipad down on the nightstand. he turns on the bedside lamp which flushes the room a sweet amber. "... what did he say?"
and when you tell him about your father's sharp words, how his comments have worn you down, he tuts, slipping his readers off and shaking his head with a tired sigh. "that's not right. poor thing... a girl needs a dad who'll fill her up with good feelings, not bad ones."
you nod, your arms wrapping tight around yourself. "i don't think i have one of those," you mumble, dejected.
jack's heart breaks at the sight of his sweet girl in such desperate need of comfort. and yeah, maybe it's a little self-indulgent, soothing his own paternal instincts, but you just look so fragile...
"why don't you come sleep here, okay?" he says, patting the space next to him. "i'll be your daddy tonight."
you crawl into bed next to him, his warm body wrapping around you like a shield. jack exhales gently, his arms tightening around you as he feels you whimper, the soft noise vibrating against his neck.
the scent of his cologne, warm musk and citrus, crosses with something faintly antiseptic from the hospital. it all just smells like home to you as you nuzzle into his neck and breathe it in.
he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other rubs slow circles on your back. his heartbeat is steady under your ear, and every thump soothes the ache in your chest. "shhh, i've got you," he whispers into your hair, "daddy's got you. your daddy's right here."
