Professor Novels & Stories

I took my seat in the front row, thighs pressed tight together under the desk to hide the way my cock was already stirring at the mere sight of him. Professor Richard stood at the podium in his tailored navy button-down, sleeves rolled to his forearms, looking every inch the respected academic. His voice rolled through the room—deep, measured, and authoritative—as he dissected postmodern fragmentation like it was the most ordinary thing in the world. But his eyes kept finding mine. Each time they did, heat licked down my spine.

Beside him sat a man I had never met before. “This is Professor Daniel Reed from Northlake University,” Dr. Ford said. “He’s the external reviewer for the joint project. Maya, walk him through your research design.” I looked at the man across the table and lost half a second. Daniel Reed was nothing like Ford. Ford was sharp, severe, and impossible to relax around. Reed was quieter, but his presence was harder to ignore. He wore a dark shirt beneath a clean-cut jacket, his sleeves turned back just enough to reveal long fingers and a spare silver watch. He looked composed in the way some people looked dangerous without trying.

When the final class of the week ended, I stuffed my laptop in my bag and made for the door, but his voice stopped me. “Miss Mercer,” he said. Calm. Controlled. Too controlled. My stomach sank. “Yes, Professor?” “Stay behind for a moment. Please.” Students brushed past me, whispering as they left. The door shut, and silence fell. He stood near the desk, hands in his pockets, eyes unreadable. “You’ve been avoiding me.” I forced a laugh. “I’ve been busy.” “Busy pretending last weekend didn’t happen?” His tone wasn’t harsh, just measured, the way he got when he was thinking too much.

His eyes, wide and disbelieving, met mine, filled with a sudden, horrifying realization. The door swung open slowly, revealing a tall, powerfully built man filling the frame. Professor Thompson. He taught Ancient Greek. His presence was formidable, all broad shoulders and a stern, almost intimidating gaze. His eyes swept over the scene, first landing on Professor Davies, then dropping to me, naked and vulnerable on the couch. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his lips.

“Nope.” Jake’s eyes narrowed, and I could see the gears turning in his dumbass head. He leaned closer, voice dropping low. “Wait. Don’t tell me… you fucked your specialist. The professor.” I froze for half a second, then glared at him. “She’s not our professor. We graduated. She wasn’t even at the school when we were there.” “Doesn’t matter, man.” Jake laughed, stretching back. “She’s got that look, strict, smart, way too hot for her own good. If she was around back then? Every guy on the team would’ve lined up for a shot.”

Every other thing would fade into nothingness whenever she was in the room. I distracted myself with my phone, and I scrolled aimlessly through TikTok. I soon got engrossed, and I didn't notice when the class quietened down until a deep voice that commanded attention said: “Good morning, 2025 Freshmen, welcome to ***** College. I'm Professor Stephan King, your lecturer for IHS 101: History of the unknown world.” I looked up, and my world tilted over in the most horrible way possible. Because standing on the podium and introducing himself as the lecturer of the most important course in our 100 level was the man I hooked up with yesterday, the one I rode with re

Especially after today. Unable to control myself, I pull out my phone and see if maybe Taylor sent me a message. My breath catches when I see one from him. Taylor: Sorry “Whatever,” I huff under my breath. One word? He’s too busy with her to say more, I suppose. “Jasmine.” Someone calls my name, and I think it’s my order, but then I spot Professor Rookwood headed toward me. I smile because he was one of my favorites. Most of the teaching staff at the university was female, but Professor Rookwood is way ahead of the curve when it comes to things like crypto currency.

I shook my head and turned to my table to bring out the new biology textbook Keisha had gifted me a while back. “Our topic for today is Excretion. Now….” I trailed off when the door opened and someone walked in. Shock glued my feet to the floor and I would have almost dropped the book on the floor but a professor has gotta maintain her Steeze in front of her students. Even though I didn't drop the book, my jaw was definitely on the floor as I stared at the guy walking into the door with a grin. “Good morning miss,” he greeted with a smile, and that voice sent shivers down my spine, “I'm a new student.”

Professor Cruz was a senior professor at the local medical university, responsible for teaching students in their sophomore year and above. With only three lectures a month and sometimes even fewer, his classes were always packed to capacity. The reason? His teaching quality was unmatched. Every student he mentored personally had gone on to achieve great things. Most earned doctorates, while the "least accomplished" held master’s degrees. If Professor Zeller was considered one pillar of the medical world, then Professor Cruz was undoubtedly the other.