Professor Arc Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I couldn’t help but laugh, drawing the attention of nearby students. “Cut it out, Lauren. It's difficult for me already, leaving you behind” I said. “Then don't go. Stay, please. I need you here with me.” Her desperation was clear, and I could feel the weight of her words. “You know I would have loved to grow old in this town, but with Professor Marcus looming over me, I have to prioritize my future. I can't let a man reduce me to a mere plaything because he desires me,” I replied, shifting my focus from Lauren to the stage. Professor Marcus was delivering his final speech, and as the audience erupted in applause, I remained rooted in place. His gaze, however, was fixed on me, and a smirk pl

What now? The question hits me like cold water. He’s leaving in eight months. Back to his real life in the UK. Back to being Professor Davenport who doesn’t belong here. And I’m just… me. His student. Nora’s best friend. Sharon’s daughter. What if last night was just him scratching an itch? What if I’m the only one who feels like the ground shifted under us? I bite my lip hard. I can’t even ask him. Not yet. If he didn’t say anything about what this is, maybe he doesn’t want to define it. Maybe I’m just overthinking everything like always.

And the realization hit her like a freight train: she had actually had a wild, passionate one-night stand with her own college professor! Suddenly, as Professor Adrian swept his sharp, cold gaze across the sloped rows of students, his ice-grey eyes briefly locked directly onto Elara. Snap. Elara flinched as if she had been physically struck. A violent shockwave of panic surged through her chest. All of her previous bravery, her sharp tongue, and her tough facade completely shattered into dust in less than a second. She dropped her head instantly, breaking eye contact. She couldn't even dare to look at his face, let alone meet his eyes.

Was he just her favorite teacher, or was there something else between them? This case was getting more appalling by the day. First, Mr Steels, now this possibility that Lica could have been, or probably still was in some inappropriate relationship with the Professor. “And back off.” Lica said hotly now. “Atlas is mine.” Myra smiled, the smile pulling her lips further and further up till she was grinning. “I don’t think he knows he’s yours.” “You bitch.” Lica raised her hand, but Myra caught it effortlessly midair. She raised an eyebrow in challenge.

"I have evidence to make Ander leave you alone comp—" "What makes you think Ander would leave me alone?" "He doesn't have to leave you, you can leave him. I know you want to, there's no need to fake it." If granted the opportunity, would I leave Ander? Would I run away not caring how my absence will make a mess of him? I know I'm not in love with Ander, but I can't leave him. Reasons best known to me. Archer sees my quietness as a green light and starts speaking. "You know sex with a professor in the university is wrong right? It could warrant expulsion in severe cases or multiple offences right?"

“Aurora, breathe. You’re going to pass out if you keep doing that.” Ela grabbed my arm just outside the lecture hall, pulling me into a quiet corner near the staircase. I kept glancing back toward the door Professor Howard had disappeared through, half expecting him to come storming out and drag me away in front of everyone. “I can’t do this, Ela. That’s ‘him’. The same guy whose bed I ran away from like a thief. And now he’s my professor? What kind of sick joke is the universe playing on me?”

She said suggestively to me. "Yes? Clover, he's my professor." I said to him, "Didn't stop you from kissing him the other day." She said to me, "I'm just a lowly wolf. He's an Alpha." I said to him, "Even better and spicier. When you say yes, your romance will go down in history as the best one yet." She responded. "You're not helping..." I said to her, "Clara, does my question frighten you?" Professor Derrick's voice cut into my thoughts.

But those attempts quickly realized they could never compete with the professor's loyalty to his work. When he looked at Isa, he could see it. Her eyes were dark... brown like a barren forest in a frigid, snowless winter night. Yet amidst the trees was a flame. It was the same spark Isa saw in her professor that now plagued her fantasies. The sin, immorality, corruption of it all... No. She's a student. The relationship between a professor and student should always remain chaste. Although if we lived in a lawless society, Theodore would have Isa's hands bounded and her ass branded with his belt.

ARC 23: Straight-A Student Becomes Fucktoy WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content, heavy BDSM themes, power imbalance, age-gap dynamics, spanking, bondage, choking, anal play, squirting, multiple orgasms, face-fucking, objectification, degradation, free-use elements, cum play, and intense professor/student taboo. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores raw desire, dominance, and submission without restraint Elena's POV

He narrowed his eyes on her. “No,” she answered. “Now, leave.” Professor Jaxon glowered. Brooke shot me a glare before walking away with her minions. “That's sexy,” Clara leaned in, whispering in my ear. “The professor is the most eligible bachelor in school, and his defending you in this manner can mean he senses a bond with you. Do you feel it?” I rolled my eyes. I was still trying to understand the bonding system. How the hell would I feel one when I knew nothing about how it even works? Also, for a professor? That should be totally forbidden.