mr. abbott
professor!rhett abbott x student!reader
PART 2 !!
word count: 3.8k
summary: you get a bad grade and go see your professor about… but are you really upset about the grade or do you just want… him.
warnings: smut! MDNI 18+ p in v, fingers in mouth, boot 😵💫, obvious professor x student, pet names (darlin, baby, sir), a lil bit of plot. not proof read, lower case writing. age gap but its not mentioned- takes place at university! consent is SEXY
a/n: still on a LP roll. i saw this post and brain went crazy. @moondustfairies and i aren’t mutuals but i still really wanted to write this so here ya go, hope someone likes it! that post put worms in my brain that i can’t get out. got the middle pic from the same post! still new to writing smut so pls be kind- lmk what you think!
requests still very much open!!
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you’re top of your class. you didn’t need extra credit, you were the reason there wasn’t a curve. it wasn’t your fault you were smarter than all the other students.
professor abbott hadn’t met anyone like you in his entire life. his small town in wyoming didn’t have women like you in it. women who weren’t afraid of anything, women who could get under his skin easily.
it started with a mistake he made in the middle of a lecture. he got a calculation wrong and you were the one to point it out. he misplaced a number and the whole class chuckled quietly as your hand rose and you pointed out the mistake. he merely smiled and said thanks, changing the calculation.
you didn’t miss the way his eyes rolled when he was turning back to the board. you smiled at that moment, knowing you’d have him in the palm of your hand soon.
professor abbott was, to say the least, hot. some girls at the university took the class purely to be in the same room as him. at first, you were actually there to learn from him. he was the smartest professor at your university. you didn’t realize just how much you had to learn from him.
one day, you walked in, being the first to arrive and saw him with his outstretched on his desk, his long sleeve button down rolled to his elbows and hands splayed on the desk to hold himself up.
you took your usual seat, not taking your eyes off of him. the swell of his veins through his hands and forearms made you bite the inside of your cheek. you sat back in your crossing your legs along with your arms in front of your chest.
one small move created friction between your thighs, so you sat impossibly still. your eyes not leaving him.
he knew you starring. he knew it was you who walked in, you were always first, five minutes early- every. time.
he had a small smirk on his face as he watched you cross your legs when you sat down out of his peripherals. the reading glasses that sat on the tip of his nose didn’t really do anything, he wasn’t reading the essay in front of him, he was too busy concentrating on the girl sitting only a few feet from him.
your thighs pressed together as he looked up at you.
“good morning,” his thick, country drawl scratching at his raspy voice. you thank the universe that he still had the accent. it definitely helped you late at night in your dorm when your hand journeyed down your body.
“morning,” your voice just above a whisper. you sit up a little straighter, your hands now folded in your lap. your sun dress barely reaching mid thigh, you pulled it down ever so slightly. not because you felt as though your professor was creep but because you didn’t want his disappointment.
“your essay is good,” he said picking up the paper he was reading before you came in, “it was an… interesting read,”
“so you didn’t like it?” you questioned him.
his eyes narrowed at you, “did i say that?”
he went quiet as he waited for your answer. when you realized he actually wanted you to answer, you could feel your eyes glimmer with excitement.
he walked in front of his desk and leaned back on to it, his hands griped the desk as he holds himself up on it.
“no,” you answered louder than your ‘morning’ answer.
“what did i say?” he asked, now moving his arms to cross in front of him.
your eyes don’t stray from his, the shy smile on your lips grew, “my essay is good. it was an interesting read,”
“why do you think that?” he asked, his eyes slightly squinted at you, his head tilted to the side by half an inch.
you shrugged, “i don’t know,”
“i need a better answer than that,” he said gruffly.
your thighs clenched together again. his eyes darted down to your legs then back to your eyes.
“you do that a lot?” he asked.
“what?” you challenged. you made your voice lighter and softer as you said it, feigning innocence. you batted your lashes at him a couple times.
he chuckled deep in his chest and looked away from you. his eyes trained on the window, he pushes himself off his desk and walked close to you, stopping at your desk.
the desk you sat at stretched long both ways. there was a top but underneath was open.
you’ve daydreamed a lot about your professor under the table, under your sundress.
he splayed his hands on the desk, his arms stretched out.
boldness took over you. you reached out, tracing the veins on the back of his hands and up through his wrist to his forearm.
“i like these,”
“i didn’t ask,” he threw back at you but he didn’t move away. he allowed you to trace the veins once more.
you didn’t pay much attention to his harshness, you could see it in his eyes he didn’t want to be mean.
he just wanted to see what you’d do. he liked the boldness of you. he enjoyed that you didn’t back down from his firmness. you went along with his lewd language and was able to keep up.
you reached down to hand and lifts it. you traced the callouses on his palm and dragged two of your fingers down his thumb. you looked up to him bringing his thumb close to your lips.
you opened your mouth as the door at the back of the room opened.
your professor didn’t move his hand immediately, he waited for a second to see what you’d do. when you didn’t pull away or drop his hand, he stepped away.
he cleared his throat walking back or his desk, picking up your essay and placing it in a drawer at his desk.
you keep your eyes on him as he leans his hands on his own desk again, waiting for everyone to come in and sit down. he looked around the room before looking back at you. he had the ghost of a smirk before addressing the class and getting started.
this cat and mouse game, the back and forth went on for a few weeks.
it all changed today though. he gave you a B on the best essay you’d ever written. the read ink was scarce through your pages but it was still there.
you put on the dress you knew he liked, a short, white sundress with the thinnest material possible. you were going to torture him for this.
you showed up on times today. not five minutes before, not ten, right on time.
every time the door opened rhett’s eyes went to it, silently hoping you’d walk through the door. every time it wasn’t you his mouth formed a straight line and his jaw clenched.
where were you?
then you finally walk through the door.
rhett thought his teeth was going to shatter then way he barred down on them. his jaw might get locked from how hard he clenches it.
your white dress, the white dress, seemed shorter today, the material thinner. the black shoes you wear have a gold buckle on the top and your white socks had ruffles at the top of them.
your eyes didn’t move from his from the moment you walked in to the moment you sit down. your essay was already in your hand and set it down on the desk in front of you.
his eyes look down to it then back to you. a smile crossing his face, he nods slowly.
you knew exactly what he was doing and he knew exactly what he was doing.
even being in the room for thirty seconds you couldn’t stand his stare. his knowing stare.
you’re upset about that grade, huh? his eyes ask, what are you going to do about it?
his lips swipes his tongue across his bottom lip knowingly. his grin only grows when you stand, gripping your paper and walking to his desk.
rhett leans back in his chair crossing his arms, “yes ma’am?” he asks, the grin staying wide.
“a B?” you question, “this is the best essay i’ve ever written and you gave me a B?”
“is this really about the grade?” he asks lowly, leaning forward on the desk.
you pop out a hip, hand on his desk and lean down, “what’s that supposed to mean professor abbott?”
his eyes drift down to your chest then back up. he stands, towering over you, “take your seat,” he demands in the same low tone.
“you don’t get to order me around,”
his brows raise at your defiance. his grin turning in a slow smirk, “sit down,” the demand was raspier, more firm. it sent a shiver down your spine.
you huff and turned walking back or your desk, he calls you by your last name with a miss in front of it, “see me after class,”
you roll your eyes sitting down in your seat. you don’t take notes the whole class, you just sit there seething.
an hour later and a half later the room clears out.
rhett wipes the board, not turning around until he hears the door click shut. even then, he only spares a glance around the room. his eyes landing on you and smile gracing his handsome, but stupid face.
“your attitude gone now?”
“no,” the short, curt answer didn’t make him happy.
he turns from the board to face you, “you don’t care about that grade,” he nods to the paper in front of you, “if you did, you wouldn’t have showed up in that little dress i like. you wouldn’t have leaned down like that an hour and half ago. you wouldn’t be sitting there with your legs crossed,”
you look down and see your legs crossed, your thigh aching from how they clenched through out the class.
“you piss me off,” you tell him, but you don’t move your legs.
“uncross your legs,” he challenges you.
“no,” you challenge back, “i’m not a child. you don’t get to tell me what i can and can’t do.”
“i think you want me to,” he accuses walking up to your desk, placing his hands on the desk and leaning forward on them.
“you think i’m here in this dress,” you begin tracing the veins of his handsome again, “to beg you to fuck me in your classroom so you’ll give me a better grade?”
“is that what you want?” he asks you.
you stare at him through your lashes, “do you?”
“i asked you a question,” he says putting his knee forward, bumping yours.
“so did i,”
“you need to learn some manners,” he says taking his hand away from yours as you lift it.
you frown as he takes away his hand. the tow of you have a starring contest. he lifts his boot pushing your legs apart and settling it centimeters away from you.
“you can have my hand back, say please,”
you wanted to be weirded out. you wanted to hate this. you wanted yourself to want to stand up, tell this guy to fuck off and leave but you just couldn’t.
“please,” you say in the softest voice you could manage that wasn’t a whisper.
rhett smiles, pushing his boot into you. the friction causing your thighs to squeeze his boot.
he lays his hands back in front of you, your finger tracing the veins again. you lift his hand bringing it closer to your mouth. his thumb sticks out and lays itself on your tongues. your mouth closes around it. your tongue swirls the finger and suck at it slightly.
your eyes never move from his. his float to your mouth every now and then but mainly stay on your eyes.
you shift your lower half forward rubbing against his boot. you moan against his finger. there’s a low groan the comes from his throat.
his other fingers softly grip your jaw, tilting your head up. he takes his thumb out your mouth putting it into his own, then pulls it back out.
you frown and stand, already missing the connect his boot had with you. you walk around the desk and stand inc front of him.
“now what?” you ask, inches from his face.
his hands places themselves on your cheeks, but most of his hand is on your jaw. he pulls you forward, connecting his lips to yours. your hands grip his button down, fistfuls of the shirt being pulled towards you.
you moan against his lips and he smiles at the sound. his kisses move from your lips to your jaw and down your neck. he finds your pressure point, that one specific vein and licks it. he kisses it again and sucks the area.
“fuck,” you breathe out, your head falling back and to the side to give him more room. his hands roam down to your thighs, he squeeze them and pats one. you get the hit and hop up, he pulls you and settles you on the desk.
his hands float back up to your waist, under your dress, kneading at your skin. you were so soft against his calloused hands. you assumed he was a country man of sorts. his boots and stetson hat gave away a lot. you thought it was hot.
his lips find yours again. it was easy for them too. his tongue swipes across your bottom lip and your mouth opens quick. he tasted good, the marlboro was an easy taste to identify. you thought of the smoke leaving his mouth just to invade your own.
you were growing impatient. your hands journeyed down and started to unbutton his shirt, he pulls away to give you some air.
“this fucking shirt,” you murmur looking down at the buttons.
“you got a mouth on you,” he tells you, replacing your hands with his own and unbuttoning the shirt and taking it off way quicker than you ever could.
“do something about it,” you tell him in a sultry voice with a smile he couldn’t refuse.
he matches your smile and grabs your hips, pulling you towards him and off the table. you land on your feet and he spins the two of you around, knowing he’ll need something to lean back on.
“knees. now,”
you follow his instructions quickly, falling to your knees. you stare at his belt buckle, its huge, you lift your hands and undo his belt, then his button and zip to his blue jeans. you pull his jeans and boxers down at the same time.
his cock springs free and damn it if it’s not the biggest one you’ve ever seen. you haven’t had much experience but fuck, it was big.
you look u pat him with doe eyes and open your mouth, you stick your tongue out and lick his cock from the base all the way to the tip. leaving the tip with a kiss.
“come on pretty girl, don’t keep me waiting. put that pretty mouth to good use,” he says, his hands going to the back of your head and gripping your hair.
“yes sir,” it was the first time you didn’t respond with an attitude or a quick comeback- you couldn’t even think with his cock so close to you.
“you do like being ordered around,” he tells you.
you sink it into your mouth, your tongue under it. you feel his tip touch the back of your throat and you haven’t even made it to his base yet.
“oh fuck,” he breathes, watching you take his cock deep into your mouth.
you pull back, taking your hand and stroking it first. rhett brings his hand up that was gripping the desk and spits in his hand, he lowers it down to you, “spit,” you spit into his hand and he strokes himself with you.
you drag your tongue across his slit where pre cum has formed and sink your mouth on him again. his hand grips your hair tighter as he begins to guided you.
“look at me,” he demands, your eyes dart up to his.
his hips buck once and tears form at the corners of your eyes. he pushes your head a few times careful not to hurt you.
his other hand comes to your cheek and his thumb wipes at the tear coming down your face, “you’re doing good,” he praises, “ain’t never had someone this good,” he tells you, “you’re good, pretty too,”
the wetness between your thighs grows. you’d have a spot on your underwear if you had any.
he pulls you back, “good girl,” he murmurs pulling up up to him again. he turns the two of you again so you’re back is to the table, he lowers himself. he lifts you dress up and chuckles.
“yeah you didn’t just come here upset about a grade, did you?” he asks dragging his thumb through you.
you shudder at the feeling, shaking your head, “mmm mmm,”
“words,” he says, continuing to drag his thumb through you.
“no. no i didn’t. mr. abbott- please,”
“call me rhett darlin,” he tells him.
“r-rhett… please,”
“please what?” he asks, quickening his pace, then focusing on your clit.
“fuck me, please,” you whine.
“that’s better,” he takes his hand from, earning another whine from you, licks his thumb like it’s nothing and and grabs you under your thighs. he lifts you and you’re fast to wrap your legs around him.
he turns and walks a little laying you on his desk.
he pulls you closer to him, lining himself up with your entrance.
he pushes into you slowly, his hands griping your hips. you’ll definitely have bruises when it’s all said and done but the painful let good. so so good.
you’d let this man ruin your life and you think you’re already letting him do it right now.
he pushes in further, you let out a slightly pained whine, “too big,”
“you’re doing so good,” he says as he begins moving back and forth.
it hurts but you like it. a lot. the stretch, the grip his hands have on you, his words. you hang onto his words.
“taking me so well,” he tells you in a cooing voice. he reaches up moving some hair out of your face, “look at me baby,”
you open your eyes to se whim looking at you. his eyes full of amazement and bliss.
“you okay?” he asks, you nod, “words darlin,”
“i feel… really good sir, thank you,” you squeeze your eyes shut as he bottoms out. he stays there for a moment, closing his own eyes and cursing under his breath.
“there’s those manners, good girl,” he says. he starts rubbing your hips, knowing his grip was firm.
you wanted to roll your eyes, to be a brat but you just couldn’t. you didn’t want to stop the pure bliss running through your veins.
rhett picks up the pace, back and forth, finding a rhythm with your hips that are moving but only barely.
your hands find his wrists, you wanted to feel all of him. he pulls you up by grabbing your worst and holding you close to his chest. one hand holding himself up on the desk and the other on your lower back keeping you up.
your nails claw at his back, he loans from the feeling. the feeling of your nails, your chest on his, you.
you were warm and he liked it, fuck did he like it. if he could stop and just stay like this forever he’d gladly take the offer.
“rhett, will you… please,” he knew what you were saying, he reaches down between you two and rubs circles on your clit. slow and sensual at first, your moans and whines and huff telling him to move back.
“come on baby,” he tells you in a deep voice, right near you ear.
you can feel it building up inside you, higher and higher begging to be let out.
“faster,”
“me or my finger?” he asks.
“you,” you breathe out.
his hips pick up pace immediately, back and forth, the sloppy sounds of you slick between the two of you, skin on skin. it was loud in the big room.
“shit, darlin,” he says keeping his pace.
“r-rhett-”
“go ahead,”
the permission sent you over the edge. your hands tangle in his hair, lightly pulling- you needed something to hold on to. your mouth coming down on his shoulder, biting to keep the moans from being to loud.
“fuck,” you moan against his shoulder.
“can i come inside you darlin?” he asks, the question of consent made you go even more crazy. you nod against his shoulder.
the bite sent him over the edge. a few more pumps and he was gone. his knees shake slightly, his hand moving to you middle back, keeping you close as you both twitch. he leans forward, moving his other to keep him up on the desk, not letting you down on it.
he shudders against you, you matching the same shudder. thank god you always remember your birth control.
after a few moments, you move your teeth from his skin. you kiss the bite a few times, apologizing.
“sorry about that,” you tell him.
“you can do that to me whenever you like darlin,” he tells you, his thumb making small circles on your back, “you’re heaven,”
you latch onto him, keeping yourself up right. you pull your head back to look at him. his gaze is dazed and euphoric.
he pulls out, slipping his boxers and jeans back on along with his shirt, once he’s dressed, he helps you off the desk: your thighs ached in a delicious way and your hips were sore. you loved it.
his hands ghost your hips, “you okay?”
“never been better,” you smile up at him, helping him button up his shirt.
he matches it, leaning down and kissing you. the kissing was soft and sweet… at first. then the both of you became hungry for more, but when your eyes caught the clock behind him you pull back.
“you have a class in five minutes,” you say biting your lower lip.
“you think i care when you’re here in front of me?” he asks.
“it’s your job,” you tell him, “we can do this again. right?” you look at him, making your eyes wide and glossy. a pleading stare.
“whenever you’d like darlin,”
you give him a kiss on the cheek, “bye mr. abbott,”
he gives you a bye back adding your lat name with a miss in front of it.
and then starts your weekly affair.
