Lips Professor In Shameless Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I was in a cage with no key, and the man holding the bars was the only one who could keep my brother alive. "Problem, Miss St. Claire?" he asked, his voice smooth and dangerous. "No," I whispered, clutching the phone until my knuckles turned white. "No problem, Professor." "Good," he said, stepping into the light to adjust his cufflinks. "See you in class. Try to look like you haven't been banged into submission. It’s bad for my reputation."

Not all professors have enigmatic personalities with a body that is covered with ink all over. Even his fingers are tattooed with a signet ring that adorns the middle finger of his right hand along with two other rings on his index and ring fingers. Worst of all? He has a piercing on his tongue and looking at it only brings visions of his head between your thighs. Sometimes, I feel like the reason I keep falling for Liam's apologies is because being his girlfriend lets me stay close to his Dad too. It's kind of messed up, I know, having these feelings for my professor. And then, I hear a click as he unlocks the doors of the SUV.

"Thompson, this is… not what it looks like." Professor Thompson laughed, a short, humorless bark. "Oh, I think it's exactly what it looks like, old friend. A student, a couch, and a professor with his cock out. I'm not blind." He took a step into the room, then another, his presence filling the space, making the air crackle with a new, potent energy. "Now, I could, of course, report this. Discretion is important in our profession, wouldn't you agree?" His eyes, however, held no threat, only a devious glint. "Or… you could let me join your 'remedial studies.'"

I say solemnly, playing the part of a good professor. "I understand, take your much needed time, the students will miss you, so will all your collegues." She smiles, and I get up, albeit abrubtly. "I'll be in touch, and will be forever grateful, because you are beautifu woman who is an inspiration . . " And the ass kissing began, to divert her attention from my joggers that I now realize has a cheetos stain. Fuck. __ too weak to own what you are

he stated. No-one dared speak. The clarity of the professor’s insight struck to the core. Camilla slowly released her grip on the hem of Lily’s dress. She didn’t cry, or say anything else. She just stared at the professor’s grim expression for a moment, then furtively looked over at me. For the first time, there was no hostility in that gaze. Instead, it was a hesitant, maybe fresh awareness. Lily’s face flushed with shame and embarrassment. She had been called out, and struggled to maintain even her last shred of dignity. There was no suitable rebuttal left to her.

Professor Dave added. A professor’s uninhibited laughter suddenly erupted among them, probably at Professor Dave’s dry humor. As my eyes met the faces of others, I could sense they were all struggling to stifle their own amusement. Like a chain reaction, everyone else followed suit, except for a few grumpy-looking professors. Professor Annie lowered her head in shame, embarrassed. “Luna is ready to serve you if you are,” I said, accompanying my words with a conciliatory smile, effectively sweeping the issue under the carpet.

"If you loved her, you could have said it openly. Do you really think her mother wouldn't have supported you? But instead, you seduced your own sister while playing the loyal son, too scared to lose control and power. "You shamed her, discarded her, went off to arrange a marriage someone else—and now you come back to drag her into it again? What kind of man does that?" Noah sank to one knee, a bitter laugh escaping him. "What do you know? I love her. I just… never understood my own heart. I watched her grow up. I shared her bed. No one has loved her more than I have. "You're just a self-righteous opportunist, Samuel. Why do you think Lola came back so suddenly?

How much did he see me fucking myself to thoughts of him? I shamefully slip out my fingers from underneath my skirt, my fingers still sticky. I'm in so much trouble and the look in his eyes says it. I scramble to my feet, shutting the book in a hurry without daring to look at him. I am too ashamed too. Caught by my professor fucking myself in the library. Only if he knew he was all I imagined fucking me. Gosh, what's wrong with me. I glue my eyes to the ground, embarrassed as I try to take my leave. But there's one problem now. Professor Karl is standing by the only exist from this section. Fuck my life.