Lips Professor In Shameless Novels & Stories

“Did he whisper the answer to you under his breath? Or maybe you’ve found another way to get in his good books.” Gasps and whistles went around. A few students even exchanged knowing looks, their expressions feeding on my humiliation like the wolves scenting blood. Heat rushed to my face, anger and shame tangling so tightly I could barely breathe. I wanted to shout that I’d studied, that I’d known. But would they even believe me? Jeile’s eyes narrowed, gleaming with the satisfaction of seeing me cornered. Then she leaned closer, nose wrinkling dramatically. “Though honestly,” she said loud enough for everyone to hear, “before you go chasing professors, maybe you should invest in a decent deo

he held his thumb and index finger barely apart— "to making a grand entrance in your welcoming party. What a shame." I gasped inwardly. Did that guy have a death wish or what? Something dark and perilous flashed beyond those emerald green eyes. But the professor didn't act on it. He simply shoved his hands into his slack pockets, stalked toward his naive, disrespectful student, and looked down on him. "Shame indeed," he drawled, the scanty smirk tugging at his lips effortlessly outmatched the full-fledged one played on Jaxon’s face. The badboy glared at the Professor as though he just robbed him off his most precious treasure.

Only to get a sharp smack again, "Yes, what?" I bit my lips, not knowing what to say but when another smack came crashing again, my brain reset and I stuttered, "Yes... Yes, professor." I heard him chuckle from behind and I could sense that he was smiling, the demonic frog is definitely enjoying this,

My lips curled up into a smirk as a dare popped into my mind. Me: I dare you to kiss me on my lips right now. I sent him the message and instantly moved my eyes to him because I want to see his facial expression. As he read the message, his eyes widened in shock. He moved his eyes to me and stared at me in disbelief. I smiled evilly. My hottie Professor: Seriously, Princess? Me: A dare is a dare, Professor. My hottie Professor: So are you challenging me, Princess? Me: Yes, My hottie Professor.

KEIRA’S POV The day after the humiliating conversation with Professor Lewis was my therapy session with Clint. Professor Lewis' words rang in my head as I drove to the clinic. It was all I could think about and my mood had taken a turn since yesterday. Slut shaming me because I missed classes was taking it too far. What crawled up his ass and died? I bet he would not have spoken to me that way had I not opened my legs for him. It was my fault for jumping on every male I found attractive.

I had told him to use me however he liked and that was exactly what he was doing. Damon finally broke away from my lips, placing open-mouthed kisses down my body. “Aren’t you a little bit ashamed? Getting wet for your professor. You’re literally soaking.” I thought dirty words during sex were overrated but the way Damon was talking down on me made me feel hotter. “Don’t you feel ashamed at all?”

Searing. “That’s for thinking about someone else’s name,” he said. “I wasn’t—” Another slap. Then another. I cried out, legs spreading wider from the force. “You love it,” he said, voice husky. “You want the pain. You want the shame. And you want my cock.” I nodded, breathless. “Please, Professor.” He unzipped slowly. Freed himself. Thick, angry, leaking. “Hands on the back of the desk,” he ordered.

His dark hair was slightly wet and clinging to his forehead, giving him a dangerous, younger look that made his forty-something years utterly irrelevant. His glasses rested perfectly on his nose, and his lips… his lips were fucking so kissable right now, begging to be crushed beneath mine. "Professor Nick!" Lisa and her friends squealed, their voices grating like those of crazy K-pop fans. "What were my precise conditions regarding student–professor boundaries?" he asked, his voice cutting and deadly serious. His entire aura screamed dangerous, but why did I find it so goddamn captivating? "You're just too damn hot to be professional, Professor Nick!" Lisa shrieked.

"Do they also know I'm going fuck him or have him fuck me?" Killian froze, and so did every single soul in the large classroom. It was like time stopped as everyone reeled their heads toward me. "Shit! I said that too loud, didn't I?" I sat up straight, awkwardly clearing my throat and smiled at the professor, who looked like he was about to throw me out the window. Killian giggled. "Yes, you did. Gawd, you are so fucking shameless." "Mr. Celestia, do you have something to share with the class?" The professor fixed his gaze on you.

This is embarrassing! “P-Professor, I think I can walk back. Put me down now.” I said in embarrassment. I can’t afford to lose face if people see us like this. “Not a chance.” he replied teasingly. He tightened his hold on me as I squirmed. He is not giving me a chance to break free. I can feel my cheeks burning. There are already a few onlookers watching us as we pass by. I can only hide my embarrassed face by pressing it on his chest. “Shy, huh?” he laughed at me. He’s making fun of me. He is shameless! I punched his shoulders using my little fist. And as expected he just shrugged it off. I rolled my eyes and continue to hide from people’s scrutinizing stares.