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?"

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.