professor! abby x student! (college/uni) reader but reader works as a midnight ballerina to make money and professor! comes in asking reception for a spicy private room and the its readers room? if that makes sense 💋 added backstory of tension in class that’s never been addressed and now they’re in this position? and smut 😋
synopsis: your sustainable agriculture professor dr. anderson pays way too much attention to you and it drives her insane.
cw: professor!abby, collegestudent!reader, age gap, use of y/n, reader is a str¡pper, power imbalance (?), fingering (r!receiving), lusting cuz this definitely isn't yearning, porn with plot, slower pacing, college au set at cornell uni
a/n: this ask has been sitting with me for a while so i want this to be really good! had me doing research about agricultural science lol. sorry if the str¡pper stuff isn't accurate! i am a loser and have never seen one irl!
dr. anderson: cornell university's toughest argricultral science professor. she taught a course in sustainable agriculture and is built like an ox. long dark blonde hair fell right beneath her broad shoulders; usually over a dark colored collared shirt or a silk boatline neck blouse. the blouse is your favorite: it shows off the rough outline of her bra that's definitely advertised as "seamless." these things drive you insane.
your class is in a large lecture hall, crescent rows spreading back what had to be hundreds. the largeness of the room intimidates you even as a junior, so you sit at the front. because of this, dr. anderson always makes eye contact with you. her dull green eyes are often lingering on you in particular. with each glance, her pace along the row slows, her eyes narrowing, her fingertips grazing the edge of your desk. you watch her rough hand, embarrassed by the pressure building inside of you. she never forgets to smirk when you avert your gaze back to her eyes. each lecture ended in dull throbs and shaky breaths.
this monday morning is absolutely no different. minus your raging hangover from one too many drinks at work. to be fair, you work at a strip club in the next town over, so drinking is highly encouraged. honestly, it felt like you had to in order to be surrounded by gross, touch starved men. you don't even have the energy to lift your head from your desk as dr. anderson made her rounds.
"y/n." dr. anderson raps her hard knuckles on the solid wood desk. you practically jump out of your skin, looking up at her immediately. her eyes soft yet her mouth pulled in a low scowl.
"s-sorry ms. anderson!" very embarrassed, you look to find a handful of people staring at you.
"dr." she frowns even deeper. "see me after class."
softly groaning as to not make anything worse, you pretend to listen to the last fifteen minutes of lecture. after class you grab your bag, moping up to her desk. she's not even looking at you as her eyes are scanning out the last few stragglers making their way out of the lecture hall.
"dr. anderson, i'm so sorry—"
"why are you falling asleep during my class?" dr. anderson leans back in her chair, her pointer fingers pressed against her lips. she meets your gaze; your heart flutters.
"i-uhm," you sharply exhale preparing your lie, "i stayed up late last night, doing homework."
"well, i only give exams, so what class?"
"my fundamentals of physics class." you watch her bare arm flexing; today she's wearing one of her silk blouses. it's ivy green and makes her arms look amazing. for a second you genuinely fear that you're drooling.
"manage your time better. don't let this happen again." dr. anderson crosses her arm, intentionally flexing. "and stay focused."
your eyes snap back to her, "of course. see you wednesday." you spit out so fast it sounds like you said one word, speedwalking out of the hall.
that moment plays on a loop in your mind, the cursed image of dr. anderson's smug face and knowing eyes. you find yourself having to physically shake your head from the thought as you pack your bag for another night.
an hour or so later your on stage, mostly chatting up your coworkers since it's a slow monday night. after around two hours and only $43 in tips, you start to fear you may get cut and sent home early.
"saffron." a large security guard calls you over. you trot in your eight-inch heels, making sure you make your tits bounce for any wondering eyes willing to pay for more. "y'got called for a private room."
you raise an eyebrow "by who? no one's spoken to me in the last, like 30 minutes."
"some burley woman. real butchy."
"what? i thought you'd like that." he shrugs, "now hurry. it's room b."
you scoff, heading down to the side entrance of the room—each private room has this, so that the women can slip in and enhance the fantasy for the customer.
"hey there, big girl." you put on your seductress voice that you always easily slip into. a part of you loved this character you created. saffron was bold, sexy—
"hey, you're not my usual girl." sat in a large plush chair with a playful tone, dr. anderson looks up, sipping the rest of her whiskey. eyeing you intently.
you become weirdly shy about the name, but you can't break. "i've never seen someone so beautiful here." you giggle, straddling her lap. "i'm so sorry if i ever missed you!"
"give you what? you want something different pretty girl?" your eyes are wide and innocent anticipating her answer. a fire burns in your chest; you can't tell if you're turned on or dying from embarrassment. is there a difference? your throbbing pussy can't tell.
"that voice." she grunts, "is this actually why you're sleeping in class?"
you frown, "i let you do your job. let me do mine."
dr. anderson's gaze warms, a wide smile paints her face. she guides her hand up your side, then across your torso. she feels the way your body stutters under her touch.
"such a pretty name, what do you want abby?" you draw out her name like it's a foreign word.
she leans closer to whisper, as if the act of speaking is too taboo. "i want you to admit you want me to fuck you."
your pussy lights on fire, your face burning wildly, "wh-what?"
abby wraps both of her arms around your waist, lifting her leg slightly so that you grind down on her thigh. your pussy already soaked through your practically non-existent g-string. you avert your gaze to anything but her.
"maybe you just wanted to get in trouble so you could be alone with me." abby grabs your face, making your lips pucker, "you've been so tempting, do you know that?"
"i...i dunno," you force out a nervous laugh, the mask of saffron slipping. "you are...really attractive dr.—uh, abby."
"and?" abby uses her free hand to grind you down harder. you whimper, utterly helpless against the rough fabric of her faded jeans.
"...i want you to fuck me." you whisper in disbelief that the words are even coming out of your mouth.
abby moves her hand from your hips to right above the band of your underwear. tracing the sheer fabric, abby coos into your ear,
"how bad do you want me?"
"abby...please. you tease me everyday, i can't take a second more...i really fucking need this." you whine without shame. there is no more room for shame in your body: it's all been taken up by need, need, need.
"fair point." abby's coarse fingers dip past the week barrier of your underwear. she draws small perfect circles on your throbbing clit. already covering her hand in slick, you grind down, chasing the feeling of her textured digits. you breathily moan in her ear, wanting her to know how good this makes you feel.
"i know, i know," abby condescendingly teases, "i always notice how you look at me. wanted to take you at my desk." she plunges her finger lower, easily slipping two fingers inside of your eager hole. your pussy sucks up every last inch of her thick fingers; you gasp at how the way you stretch over her.
"fuck, abbyyy~" you bury your face in her shoulder, muffling your moans with her shirt. your soaked cunt only got greedier as you begin to bounce on her fingers, chasing more. abby obliges, adding another completely memorized at the way you moan into her neck. it was deep, primal. you needed her more than anything.
"how many times you thought about this, y/n?"
the use of your name didn't even bother you, you two are far past that.
"s'much...so much!" you manage to choke out. the heat in your core begins to bulid, your abs start to flex, and your rhythm falters. the last shred of your couth leaves your body—you can't stand this anymore. the knowing looks, her smug face, the squelching of your pussy. all of it all at once. your eyes roll back as your entire body arches and stiffens. the shaking of your legs so intense, it leads all the way to the rest of your body.
coming down from your high you look at abby through half lidded fucked out eyes.
"do i get a discount for making you cum?"
you couldn't stand that smirk.
