Professor Arc Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"I'm sure you're smart and you don't look like you bother anyone. This is your last year, right?" She nods, her eyes searching for his, but he was too focused on her face. "Don't let anyone distract you from achieving your dreams. The men in college aren't men, they're young men that's still developing. Focus on what you're doing and get your degree. And to whoever that asshole is, fuck him." Azalea laughed and Thompson joined her. He removed his hand and she exhaled a breath. "Thank you, Mr. Thompson." "When we're alone you could call me Maddox if you want to. I'm trying to climb the ranks of being coolest professor," he grins.

Ari glanced over her shoulder toward Davin, who had stepped back near the curtain to give us space, then turned her attention back to me. “Now explain him.” I took a slow breath. “Professor Jackson and I have been seeing each other,” I said, then quickly added, “and I know how bad this sounds, but trust me, it isn’t.” “No, I think you know how complicated it is. I’m still deciding how bad it sounds.” Despite everything, a small laugh escaped me. Ari’s expression softened for barely a second before Bella leaned closer. “Does this have anything to do with the person following you?”

“All those nights I smelled your heat through the walls and jerked off like a guilty bastard… and now you’re really here.” Lucian pressed against her back, lips on her neck. “And I’ve spent every lecture trying not to stare at you, wondering how you’d sound falling apart on my cock.” He bit down gently. “Now I know. And I’m never letting you go.” Aria’s heart squeezed. Tears stung her eyes again. “This is insane. You’re my stepbrother. You’re my professor. If anyone finds out—”

Then the server came to take our order. Professor Reed barely looked at the menu before ordering the roasted squash tart, black pepper pasta, lemon-butter trout, and blood orange panna cotta. My fingers stopped against my water glass. I had mentioned all of those. Two months ago, when my thesis had nearly driven me insane, I sent my anonymous boyfriend a screenshot of this faculty club’s seasonal menu. If I survive this thesis, I’m coming here for the trout and that blood orange dessert. He replied almost immediately. Noted. When we meet, I’ll take you there.

The door to the staff room swings open and Archer and Sophia Davidson, one of the other professor's walk in together. Sophia's brow furrows when she sees us both standing close together, fists clenched. "What's going on in here?" Arch chuckles. "Looks like Luca is already making enemies." He claps Luca on the shoulder as he walks toward the coffeemaker on the far wall. "And you've picked the worst guy to make an enemy of, Sidorov." I glare at the brother of the woman I've been fucking, wondering if he intends to hold his ground. It would be foolish in any case to come into a new workplace and immediately be an ass, but I'm not sure Luca gives a shit.

Those hands that guided me to submission as I took him in, the whole of him. Oh, not again! I blinked, trying to focus. This is Stephan, your step-uncle and a professor at your school. Nothing more! The voice in my head was so loud, I feared others in the room could hear it. I slowly moved my hand to take his, trying as much as possible to avoid eye contact. “Imani…” he half called, half groaned my name, “it's nice to meet you again,” he said as I raised my head.

Heat pooled between my thighs. God, he looked untouchable. Dangerous. Mine. I shut my eyes, and the fantasy slammed into me full-force. I was no longer in my room. I was Amara. His hand was wrapped around my throat, pressing me back against the wall. His breath scorched my ear, his voice low and commanding. His hips slammed into me, again and again, ruthless, merciless. “Professor…” The word escaped my lips like a prayer. My hand slid down, tugging my panties aside. I spread my legs wider, sinking two fingers inside my slick folds. A guttural moan left my throat as my back arched against the mattress. The wet sounds filled my room, obscene and desperate.

It was back in that room, back in those dark eyes, in the feeling of strong hands on my waist and the warmth of his chest under my palm. "And can you believe Professor Zane is the new Alpha?" Jessica's voice finally broke through my thoughts. "Like, our actual professor! The same man who teaches us is now running this entire territory. That's insane, right? I mean, I knew he was different, but Alpha? That's a whole different level." I nodded absently, staring out the window at the passing streetlights. They blurred together into streaks of gold against the darkness. "Kaira? Are you even listening to me?"

The way he said dripping made my clit throb. I raised my hand again before I could stop myself. “So in your opinion Professor what separates the literary fantasy from something that could actually happen? Say right here in this room. Would the spark feel the same if the professor looked at a student like he wanted to bend her over the desk after class?” The room went dead quiet for a second then a few nervous laughs broke out. Marcus’s gaze snapped back to me sharp and intense. He stepped closer until he was only a few feet from my seat. I could smell his cologne something woodsy and masculine that made my mouth water.

"You okay‚ Aria? And don't just say you're tired because you always say you're tired when something's wrong." "I'm okay‚" I said. "I promise. It was just a long morning." "Was Professor Stone being weird in there? After I left the classroom?" He frowned‚ a crease forming between his brows. "I know he's intense but today felt... different. Like he had something personal going on." My throat tightened. "No. Just the usual professor stuff. You know how he is." "Yeah." Jace shook his head slowly. "I respect the hell out of the man‚ honestly. Best Alpha this territory's seen in decades. But as a professor? Terrifying." He grinned. "Good thing I studied."