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favorites - professor!jack x college student!reader
word count: 5.3k
warnings: dead dove: do not eat, rape/non-con, fem!reader, he calls you “doll”, unprotected sex, cockwarming, mild anal play, forced orgasms, squirting, fear play, predator/prey dynamic, he wears a mask and you don't know it's him (oops!), semi-public sex (in a dark alley), gun play (look away if you don't want a gun in your mouth!), humiliation/degradation kink, blackmail, coercion, possessive behavior, mutual pining, age gap, just a crumb of angst (only a crumb!)
summary: ever since an ex-boyfriend of yours copied one of your papers during your freshmen year, professor jack abbot has had you wrapped around his finger. he's kept your secret, in exchange for your body.
but now you're about to graduate and…your professor doesn't want to let you go.
a/n: this one sort of grew a mind of its own. like idk what happened and how the gun play got thrown into the mix but uh lmao whoops! scary scary! this is for my fear play lovers, everyone else look away!!
hope it's a sick read ♡
Professor Jack Abbot has the smallest office out of all the faculty. It's because his office, though it's more like a supply closet, is right next to the elevator. This was the university's attempt at being mindful of his physical disability. He finds it a bit facetious but he bites his tongue because it serves one very good purpose.
He can only fit a desk and a singular desk chair in here. His students have to stand during his office hours if they have any questions.
Or sit on his lap, like you're doing right now.
Though, you're the only one he'd ever let sit on his lap like this, with his cock buried inside of you under your skirt.
“Please, Professor Abbot.” You whimper as he plays with your clit, making you clench around him more. “I need to go home and study.”
“You can study right here.” He points to your laptop that's set up in front of the two of you. “I still have to get some grading done. We aren't leaving until I'm finished.”
And he is referring to both iterations of the word.
“Am I…coming over again?” You try to not sound too nervous when you ask that but your nerves spill out anyways.
Jack nips at your earlobe, chuckling at the shivers that run through you at his words, “are you scared you'll cum like you did last time?”
“We can't do that again.” You could barely walk the next morning. “My midterm—”
“You'll do fine.” He kisses the back of your neck before biting down, marking you there. “I'll give you an A, like always.”
“Professor Abbot, I should get an A on my own.” You are a good student. You can aced his midterm without his help.
“I know you will.” He says all low in your ear. “My brilliant student, who is going to cum so hard on my cock right now.”
You bite down on your hand because you do cum hard when he starts rubbing your clit furiously. You grip the edge of his desk with your other hand, trying to steady yourself but he's making your whole body shake.
“Stop, stop, please!” You cry out as you squirt on his cock from how much he's abusing your swollen clit. “It's dripping—”
“You like leaving a mess for them to clean up, don't you?” He moves his fingers away from your clit and swirls the tips of them along the tight ring of your ass instead. “Let's see how hard you'll cum from this.”
“No, Professor, don't…” You wriggle in his lap when you feel his finger push into your ass slowly.
“You need to focus on studying, doll.” He pulls your laptop closer to you, pointing at it.
You can't concentrate on your notes though, not when his cock is buried inside of your pussy and he has a finger thrusted completely in your ass. You blink back tears when his other hand goes back between your legs to torment your clit again.
All the sensations altogether make you cum so much, you can't see straight. Your hands are gripping the edge of the desk with all your might, trying to steady yourself, trying to remind yourself of where you are and who's fucking you right now.
But your mind is getting fuzzy from the pleasure.
Like it always does.
Jack smiles when you finally lose yourself, grinding against his lap, letting him thrust another finger into your lovely tight ass. You know what he's prepping you for later. He knows you're looking forward to it.
So he lets you cum a few more times like this and then pulls his fingers out of you. He opens his desk drawer, grabbing out some disinfectant wipes so he can clean his hands. Then, you squirm a bit when you see him wiping down the plug he's been using on you.
“Deep breaths, doll.” He pushes it in place, ensuring that you'll stay ready for him later. “Good girl. Now let's get some work done, shall we?”
You don't know how many times your professor has tortured you like this over the years. But you've grown so used to it. You've grown to crave the alone time you get with Jack.
But you're graduating soon.
Then it's off to medical school.
You got into a very good one, though it's far away from here.
You don't like thinking about how much you'll miss him.
Because you know your relationship with him ends the moment you go away.
And you shouldn't have feelings for your older professor that's been fucking you, his much younger student, since your freshmen year.
But you do, unfortunately.
Even though you're sure he doesn't feel the same. He just likes the sex. You are thankful you're the only student he does this with. But that will surely change once you're gone. Then he'll have his eyes set on another pretty student.
And you'll be a piece of the past.
So, you decide you'll try to enjoy yourself for these final few months. Especially since your professor has been having you stay over at his house a lot more recently.
You lay next to him in bed, watching how peaceful he looks while he's asleep. You never used to spend the night. You don't know why he's been letting you. Usually he drives you back to your apartment after he's fucked your brains out.
But tonight, like many other nights recently, he told you to stay.
And you weren't going to say no.
Even though staying makes your heart ache a little more than it should.
Because you can't help your desire to lean in and kiss him. Just one little kiss on the lips. He doesn't usually kiss you so this is the only time you allow yourself to do it. When he's fast asleep and has no clue that you've done it.
Though, shouldn't you know him better than that?
Jack knows you've been kissing him whenever you think he's asleep. He finds it adorable, how much you feel for him. He doesn't know what to do with your feelings, though.
He planned to let you go. He didn't expect this physical relationship between the two of you to end up lasting so long.
It all started because you were dating this prick during your freshmen year and he copied your research paper word for word, turning it in as his own after he promised to turn yours in for you so you didn't have to lug it all the way to campus. Jack always preferred hard copies over submitting papers online.
You ended up getting a zero on that paper and when you came into Jack's office to ask why, he explained that you never turned it in. So you showed him the paper you wrote and it was a carbon copy of the one your boyfriend turned in. You, of course, being the sweet girlfriend you were, didn't want your boyfriend to get in trouble so you asked if there was anything you could do.
And Jack knew then that he wanted to ruin you. He wanted to make it so that you would never go back to dating that asshole who would risk your perfect grades so that he didn't have to write a paper.
So, Jack bent you over and fucked you right on his desk until you promised to break up with the guy. Only then would he give you an A for your paper and let your now ex-boyfriend's mishap slide.
Ever since then, Jack has held that over your head. And you let him because…the sex was better than anything you've ever felt.
The release you got after all the stress of school was something you looked forward to, despite how it started.
Now it's going to end.
And you don't want it to end…
“Another A plus.” Jack says to you as he hands you your midterm back at the end of his lecture. “Great work as always.”
You nod, feeling so flushed whenever he praises you. He praises anyone who does well in his class, so it's not like you're special. You try to ignore the pangs of jealousy when you hear your professor compliment other students in your class for their high marks.
It's foolish for you to be so hung up on a man who was inevitably going to throw you away once he was done with you. You sigh, putting your things away into your book bag and heading out of class.
Jack stops you before you do, asking you, “have you applied for the scholarship I told you about yet?”
You glance around, seeing that there are still a few stragglers in the class. He doesn't normally pull you aside unless there aren't people to see.
Why is he now? You've already emailed your application for the scholarship he's talking about a while ago.
“I did, Professor Abbot.” You stare at him, puzzled. “Why do you ask?”
“I haven't received an email yet asking for my letter of recommendation.” He explains, since he's been waiting for it.
“Oh.” You don't know how to tell him this so you just say outright, “I didn't put you down for the letter of recommendation. I asked Professor Shen and Professor Ellis for theirs.”
That makes his jaw tense. “Why didn't you ask me?”
“Well I…” You look over at one of your classmates, Dennis Whitaker, who is gesturing to you if you're heading out with him. You're supposed to go out for drinks with all of them after the midterm.
You wave him off, mouthing that you'll meet them there before you turn your attention back to your professor.
The classroom is empty now. It's just the two of you, standing at the front of the class. It's eerily quiet, since this lecture takes place in the lower levels of the underground library on campus. They usually stick seminars down here.
“Did you not think I'd write you one?” Jack tries not to sound angry but he doesn't understand why you'd ask other professors for their letters of recommendation and not him.
“No, no, it's not that, it's just…” You didn't want to burden him.
“Ah, I see.” He steps closer to you, his body suddenly flush with yours. “You didn't want to owe me anything, right?”
“No, that's not—”
You can't contain how shocked you are when Jack grabs your face and kisses you all of a sudden, making you drop your bag.
Because he rarely ever kisses you.
And definitely never like this, with so much passion.
You feel lightheaded from how hot his kisses are, his tongue tangling with yours, his body pressing you up against the podium where he stands for his lectures.
“Professor…” You push him off of you, your eyes darting to the door. “There might be people—”
Jack cuts you off. “There aren't any. I always book the last slot in the day. There shouldn't be any other lectures down here and I'm sure after that midterm, everyone has run off. Like you were planning to.”
“I was just going to get drinks with a few of them.” You don't know why you're explaining yourself to him.
“And you will. After I fuck you.” He grabs you again, crashing his lips back against yours.
The way he's kissing you makes your heart ache too much. The way he's touching you, his hands roaming your body so softly, so gently, unlike how he ever has before.
It's killing you inside.
You can't take it.
“Stop!” You shove him off of you, trying to regain your composure. “We can't do this here. We can't.”
You'll let him fuck you in the privacy of his office. In the privacy of his house. Even in your apartment sometimes. But never have the two of you done it in a classroom.
You can't do this here, of all places.
You have enough twisted memories with him already. You can't add another one to the books for you to fantasize about in the future.
Especially when he's being so…passionate right now.
You go to grab your bag from the floor, slinging it over your shoulder, then you say, “I have to go, Professor Abbot. I'll…see you next class.”
You head out then, leaving Jack to contemplate what the fuck just happened.
Because this is the first time you have ever rejected him.
“Fuck.” He slams his fist against the podium, running his other hand through his hair, trying to understand what's going on.
Are you over him? Are you done with him?
Jack has had your letter of recommendation written since he told you about that scholarship. He loved writing about how good of a student you were, how you'll make a great doctor and eventually an amazing professor once you're done practicing medicine like him.
And now it sits in his computer, unused, unwanted.
Like how he feels right now that you aren't in his arms.
Jack knows you're out drinking with your classmates. He knows where the students like to drink. He could go there. He could see you.
But how would he explain himself?
He shouldn't even be thinking about you like this. You're his student. You're about to graduate. You're going to go on and do big things.
Leaving him behind, like everyone seems to do in his life.
Self-loathing is something Jack is used to. It's what he's in therapy for. The main source of his depression. He feels worthless. Unlovable. Undesirable.
Until he thinks about those soft, secret kisses you'd give him.
Jack knows you feel something for him. He doesn't know what exactly, but it's something. And he can't lose that.
He can't lose you.
So, he gets in his truck and drives to your place, waiting in the parking lot. Your car is there, which means someone is probably going to drop you off from the bar or you'll call a rideshare. He waits for you.
But you don't come home.
You don't come back to your apartment until the very next night because you had crashed over at your friend Trinity's apartment after drinking with everyone and then the two of you went out and had a day trip to the beach to celebrate the end of midterms.
“That was so fun.” You say over the phone to her once your rideshare drops you off at your apartment. “We definitely have to do that again sometime.”
“Did you make it back safe?” She's always such a worrywart.
“Yes, I did. Thanks for letting me spend the night last night. I had a really good time staying up with you.” Since you and Trinity got drunk and sang karaoke in her living room until you both passed out on her couch.
“Anytime! Can't wait to do that again, have a good night!” She tells you before hanging up the phone.
You smile at your phone, texting her a goofy picture you had taken of the two of you last night. Then, you tuck your phone back into your pocket and go to unlock your front door.
But…it's already unlocked…
You freeze, your hand hovering over the doorknob.
Why is it unlocked?
You live alone. No one should have access to your apartment besides your landlord.
What's going on?
You go to pull out your phone.
But you don't call the police.
You call your professor as you quickly walk away from your apartment, going down your stairs, whispering over the phone, “Professor Abbot, I need your help…”
“What is it? What's wrong?”
“You told me to call you if anything weird ever happened. I think—” You hear footsteps approaching you from above.
You sprint away, holding your phone to your ear, fear lacing your every movement as you hear those same footsteps trailing behind you.
It's the middle of the night. There's barely any working streetlamps where you live. And whoever is following you is gaining on you fast.
“Someone's chasing me!” You cry to Jack, tears streaming down your face as you turn the corner of the block, running past businesses that have been closed for hours now. “I don't know what to do!”
“Stay quiet. Find a place to hide. I'll come get you.” He tells you, his voice calm and reassuring. “Everything will be okay. Just tell me where you are once you've found a spot.”
You duck into an alley, running down the stone steps to an unlit hallway that leads to what must be a service entrance into the boiler room of the adjacent building. It's dark down here but at least you definitely can't be seen from the street. You wait a few seconds, catching your breath, listening to your surroundings.
Jack taught you a few survival skills over the years from his time in the military. He wanted you to be prepared in case anything happened, which is why he told you to call him if you were ever in any trouble.
Because he'd take care of it for you.
And he's thankful you remembered.
Because he would've been much more angry if you had called the police on him…
If Jack was an actual criminal, you'd surely be fucked because he can hear your heavy breaths from the top of the steps leading down to where you're hiding. But he does have better hearing than most. And he has your location pinged right here since you're currently on call with him.
So maybe you would've gotten away from someone else had they been the one chasing you.
But Jack is the one chasing you.
Because how dare you spend the night with someone else. He can't believe what he was hearing, you all smiley over the phone for some other person.
You are only allowed to show that side of yourself to him.
He's going to make sure to punish you well for making him worry all day and night about where you were.
Jack steps far enough away so you don't hear him twice when he asks, “are you safe?”
“Yes, I think so.” You whisper back into the phone, your voice so shaky, so lovely, Jack could just fuck you right now. “I'm at the bottom of—”
You clamp your hand over your mouth, hearing footsteps walking down towards you. Then, Jack hangs up, the call cutting off suddenly. You stare at your phone, hitting the redial button.
But it goes straight to voicemail.
And before you can call the police, your phone is snatched out of your hand and smashed onto the concrete below you, shattering into bits.
You try to scream but a gloved hand covers your mouth, muffling it.
Then, you feel a body against your back and a man's voice saying, “be quiet if you want to live.”
You have no idea that it's Jack because he's wearing a ski mask and is covered up from head to toe. And he loves how scared you are, shivering so much in his grasp.
“Please don't hurt me.” You whimper out into his palm, tears flowing out of your eyes nonstop.
“I won't hurt you as long as you don't scream.” His gloved hand lifts off your mouth, testing you.
Jack told you to fight like hell if you were ever in this situation, so he braces himself for you to do so. But you're just standing there, frozen in fear.
That won't do.
How is he supposed to trust that you'll be safe at medical school now, where you'll be far away from him?
You don't even push him away when he shoves you up against the wall in front of you, pressing your body flush against it.
He has to teach you a lesson, like always.
“Hands on the wall.” He taps the wall with something metal and you glance up to see that he's holding a gun.
“Please don't hurt me.” You put your hands up against the wall above you.
“I said I wouldn't. You don't trust me?” He presses the barrel of his handgun against your temple, watching as you sob from the contact. “Should I pull the trigger?”
“No, don't, please. I-I trust you.” You obviously don't but you want to live. You have so much to live for.
He worries so much for you.
How could you be so easily swayed by a perp?
Hadn't he taught you better?
“Open your mouth.” He instructs, dragging the gun down your face, pressing it against your lips. “Come on, open up.”
You let the metal pass through your lips, choking on your sobs when you taste it on your tongue. He pushes the barrel as far back as he can before you gag on it.
Then, you feel his hand slip into your pants. You shake your head, trying to stop him, but the moment you go to lift your hand off the wall, he undoes the safety of the gun.
“Keep your hands where I can see them. I won't ask again.” He tells you, his voice full of menace.
You can't say a word. You can't scream. You can only pinch your eyes shut when his fingers dip past the fabric of your underwear, grazing along your folds. He can feel how much slick has built up.
He should've figured you'd like being taken like this.
There's a reason you never reported him the first time he raped you. He's been wondering why ever since, why you kept coming back to him.
This must be why. “You're so wet. It's like you're looking forward to getting raped.”
You shake your head fiercely but then freeze in place when he shoves the gun further into your mouth.
“Move again without my permission and I'll put this gun where my fingers are right now.” He says as he thrusts two fingers inside of you, the thickness of them filling you up completely. “Though, maybe you'd like it if I raped you with my gun. You'd probably cum so hard.”
You're clawing at the wall, your body tensing up so much from his fingers curling inside of you. The taste of metal is rotting your mind, the fear of him shooting you mixing with the pleasure of his fingers fucking you. It's like he knows exactly where to touch you to get your legs to wobble.
“You're about to cum, aren't you?” He starts to knead your clit with his palm and you have to clench every muscle in your body to stop yourself from exploding right then. “Don't hold it in. It'll feel better if you just let it out. Let the man who broke into your apartment make you cum. You know you want it.”
You don't want it. You don't!
But your body is reeling, so desperate to burst.
Then, all hell breaks loose when he says, low into your ear, “cum right now or I'll pull the trigger.”
You've never cum that hard in your life, the gun in your mouth muffling the moans that you can't keep contained. You're squirting all over his fingers while he continues to fuck you through your intense orgasm, driving you back over the edge again and again.
You feel like you could faint from the heat that's blurring your vision, a mix of embarrassment and raw fear clouding your mind. He lets you breathe for a moment, his fingers slowing to a halt before slipping out of you. You hear him lick the taste of you off his fingers, the sound sending chills down your spine.
“I bet you've never cum like that before.” Jack knows you haven't. He's never felt your pussy squeeze that tight before.
He pulls the gun out of your mouth, flicking the safety back on before tucking it back in the hidden holster he has on. He loves watching your chest rise and fall so rapidly as you gulp in breaths of air.
“Please just let me go…” You don't think you can handle another orgasm like that. It would destroy you. “I promise I won't tell anyone. I didn't even see your face.”
“I know you won't tell anyone.” He says clearly to you, his tone frightening. “How would you explain why your underwear is so soaked if you went to the police station? Let's take these off. They're ruined anyways.”
Jack unbuttons your pants for you, tugging them off you completely, taking your underwear with it. You're completely exposed from the waist down.
Even though no one could possibly see you and Jack down here, you still can't believe you're half naked in a public place. Nor can you believe that there's a hard cock sliding between your thighs, teasing your clit with every stroke.
“No, please don't.” You can't let him do this.
“Why don't you run if you don't want it?” Jack needs to see you have at least a little fight in you.
You should be hitting him, going for his gun, tearing his skin off with your fingernails. But you're just taking it, letting him fuck your thighs until he can feel you squirt on his cock from the orgasm that he pulls out of you.
“Hadn't anyone taught you to defend yourself?” He asks because he did and you were a great student then.
“Yes but…” You just never thought you'd be in a situation like this. The fear paralyzes you.
“So you're a very bad student, then.” He shakes his head at you. “Sounds like you need to be punished in order for you to learn your lesson.”
“No, no, please stop—” You bite down on your lip when you feel the tip of his cock push into you, splitting you apart from how big he is.
He's huge. You've only taken one cock this big before and you've never taken it standing like this.
You're so tight from the fear that Jack can't get more than halfway in. Your body is trying so hard to reject him.
“Just take it.” He growls into your ear and that loosens you up a little. “Take it like I know you can.”
His hands grip onto your hips and he starts pounding into you from behind, stuffing more of his cock inside of you with every thrust. You give into it eventually, unable to hold onto your last shred of dignity.
You let yourself cum from being taken like this. You let yourself cum when he cums inside of you, his release spilling in so deep.
And that's when Jack says, “you've always cum so well on my cock, doll.”
It's like all the tension in your body releases at once at the realization that it's been Jack this whole time. You clamp your hand over your mouth, suppressing the wails of emotion that filter through you.
You don't know if you should feel relieved. But you do. You are so grateful you aren't being raped by some stranger right now.
But you were just raped by your professor. He just made you cum with a gun in your mouth. He made you believe he was some criminal out to get you.
Why? Why would he…
Jack slowly pulls out of you, turning you around, tugging the mask off his face so you can see him in the low-light. You reach up to cup his face with your hands, to feel that it's really him.
Then, you ask, “was it you who unlocked my front door?”
He nods. “You didn't come home last night. So I waited for you in your apartment. I wanted to see if you'd be stupid enough to go in. I'm glad you didn't. I'm glad you called me. But I'm disappointed in you.”
Jack backs you up against the wall again, his body locking you in place, not letting you move an inch.
“You were supposed to fight me.” He sees how much you're still trembling from fear. “I taught you better than this.”
“I'm sorry, Professor. I just…I was so scared…” You cling onto him, gripping his shirt. “I couldn't move.”
“That's why you won't move.” He decides right now. “Not without me.”
“What?” You look up at him, confused.
“I can't leave you alone during med school. You'll be out during odd hours of the night. This could happen to you for real and I wouldn't be nearby to help. I can't be apart from you.” Jack leans down, pressing his forehead against yours, needing to feel you close to him. “I have to know you're safe.”
“You…want to move with me?” You're so stunned by everything that just happened that you're unsure if your hearing is shot too. “But your job here.”
“I put a few feelers out. They're looking to hire at your med school.” Jack would take the pay cut if it meant he was near you. He would've done it anyways, he realizes.
Because there was no way he was going to let you go out there on your own.
There was no way he'd let you forget about him that fast.
He was never going to forget about you, his lovely student.
His favorite student.
“But why?” You understand that you definitely should've fought better and hopefully you will actually do so in the future if this scenario ever happened again but…you can't wrap your head around why Jack would want to move with you.
“You're a smart girl.” He looks you right in the eye as he states, “you can figure it out.”
You blink back at him.
There's no way. Is there?
Does your professor like you?
Your eyes drift down to his lips and instead of saying anything, you just lean in, kissing him like you've always wanted to. And the moment you feel him kiss you back with that same passion you felt before in his classroom, everything clicks.
He likes you.
And you like him.
“If you keep kissing me like that, I'm going to fuck you again.” He breathes out against your lips, his voice so heavenly now.
You can feel his hard cock pressing up on your lower belly. You know you shouldn't want to fuck him outside like this but…
“You can if you want to.” You spread your legs, inviting him to do so.
“Haven't you learned your lesson? Never give me too much. I'll keep demanding more, doll.” He grabs his cock, rubbing it back and forth along your slit, teasing you. “Do you really want me to fuck you out here in the open?”
“You have to punish me somehow. I've been a very bad student, Professor.” You smirk at him and he lets out a dark chuckle in response.
“You have been such a bad student.” Jack thrusts his cock deep inside of you before he grabs your thighs and hauls you up.
You wrap your legs around his hips as he fucks you into the wall. You dig your nails into his back, stuffing your face into the crook of his neck to suppress the moans you're letting out from how good it feels to be fucked by him like this.
“Do you like getting fucked by your professor?” Jack asks you, nudging you to look at him.
You nod then ask him, “do you like fucking your star pupil?”
“Yes, I do. Very much.” He leans in then, kissing you with so much affection that you practically melt in his arms.
You feel a surge of pure bliss when you cum at the same time he does, all while your lips never part. You've always wanted to cum while kissing him.
What a treat.
“Can we do this again?” Your words surprise him when he sets you back down on your feet.
“Do what?” He catches at the heated look in your eyes. “You want to fuck outside again?”
Jack could make that happen again. He can scout a few spots after you two move that have no surveillance.
“I want you to scare me again.” You don't hide how that made you feel. You want to know it's something that can happen again. “Is that okay to ask for?”
“Hmmm.” He smiles devilishly at you. “If you aced my seminar, maybe I'll consider it.”
“Well, that's easy.” You press yourself against him, giggling. “I'm already fucking the professor. I'm sure he'll give me an A.”
Jack laughs at your antics and he knows then that you will always be his favorite student.
And he'll surely stay your favorite professor.
a/n: this one i definitely have to add more to in the future, mainly bc the freak4freak really sings in this one! jack following you to med school, what a romantic (absolutely psychotic professor) ♡
hope you enjoyed the read!