Professor Arc Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My eyes were still fixed on Sarah’s smug face, but I could feel Enzo’s eyes drilling a hole in the back of my head. “Seems your professor's boyfriend came to pay you a visit,” Sarah sneered. “I wouldn’t keep him waiting.” Sarah’s friends chuckled from behind her. “Oh, my goddess. Are they dating??” “Lila is dating the professor?! What a slut!!”

“I tried, but he insists. He says it’s about Ms. Hunt.” “Send him in,” I agreed, releasing the speaker button. Augustus’s head fell back with a groan. “I can hear the slurs coming from a mile away.” My muscles tensed in anticipation. Like most, Professor Draven was a pureblood enthusiast, but to the extreme, and unfortunately, Delilah had him for Literature. I toyed with the idea of preemptively transferring her out of his class, but didn’t want to be too hasty. My door swung open, and Professor Draven barreled in—broad shoulders, hulking form, and severe scowl.

“The one I… uhm.. slept with.” Mia’s fry froze halfway to her mouth. “The guy from the bar? What about him? Is he here? Oh please don’t tell me his a student here?” I shook my head, my hands clenching, my eyes stinging. “Worse,” I whispered, grabbing her already shaky hands across the table, my palms sweaty. “Mia, its… Professor Wolfe.” Her eyes widened, her mouth dropping. “You’re joking, right?” she asked, a laugh bubbling up, disbelieving. “I mean there’s no way in hell, right? The new history prof? That’s insane!”

A hint of amusement laced his voice. "She was talking about some thesis, but I guess it was an excuse," Professor McClone teased. Sebastian's mind racing, he smiled. "Don't think too much, John. We were working on the Ashwood Heritage research. She wasn't lying," Sebastian clarified. Professor McClonechuckled. "I didn't ask for an explanation, Seb. Just meet her when you come back," Professor McClone said. With a final smile, Professor McClone hung up the call.

“I mean Archie. I don’t like his name, so I’m calling him Reuben.” Anna gasped even harder. “Why are you going out with Archie?” She whined, her voice dripping with drama. “Do you like him already? Could you please ask him for his dad’s phone number? I was in his office this morning, and it smelled like heaven—oh my god.” I fought back a laugh. “We’re only going to get a bracelet. And no, Anna, you are not flirting with a professor. Stay here, and don’t cause any trouble.” I grabbed my jacket, even though it was scorching hot outside.

“I’ve seen him. He’s like… a fifteen out of ten.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Maybe he’s gay.” “The hot ones usually are,” Delilah replies with a sigh. “Pff,” Tessa scoffs. “You clearly haven’t found the right men.” She flips her hair over her shoulder. “That’s what relationships do to you at this age. You get boring. Stop being adventurous.” She points at herself proudly. “You can leave the new professor to me.” I roll my eyes playfully. Suddenly a ripple of whispers spreads through the hallway around us.

I pulled away reluctantly and hurriedly slipped through the front door just as the back one opened and students flooded the hall. As I walked back to my dorm, a smile spread across my face despite everything. It felt like fate had granted me another chance. And I didn't intend to waste it. I didn't know how possible it could be, but I had somehow found another mate. Who'd also been looking for me. Who wanted me. Who just so happened to be my professor… It felt good to be wanted, to know he was here and didn't intend to go anywhere— at least for now.

My laptop history was a testament to it—the endless tabs of dark erotica, the niche p**n sites, the stories that pushed boundaries most people wouldn’t even consider. Liam, bless his vanilla heart, had never understood it. He’d barely understood a missionary position on a Tuesday night. But Draco… Draco understood. He didn’t just understand; he fed it. He was a walking, breathing manifestation of every dark fantasy I’d ever scrolled through. And now he was my professor. The thought should have sent me running for the hills, transferring departments, changing my major. Instead, it made my clit twitch. My body, always so quick to betray me, was already anticipating the next encounter. The next

You look really hot right now, and I want to leave you in one piece. "What do you mean professor?" I said in a soft, sexy tone as I bit my lower lip in response to his compliment. "I want to punish you, Maya," he said, leaning in, "And that means I would have to fuck your brains out, and if your brains are out, there'll be nothing left to learn anything, anymore." "But that's what I want, professor," I said, winking, "I want you to punish my pussy, I want you to fuck my brains out really really hard," I added softly.

“Sooo… was that really Professor Kieran?” I sighed. “Yes.” She gasped, eyes wide. “No way. He gave you a ride?” “It’s not what you think,” I said quickly. “It was raining. He offered. That’s it.” Sandra gave me a teasing grin. “You know, it doesn’t have to be nothing.” I shot her a look. “Sandra.” “What?” she said, hands up in mock surrender. “He’s young, he’s hot, and so is Dante. Honestly, Lessie, if I had professors like that, I wouldn’t be complaining.”