Professor Off Limits Novels & Stories

Kennedy paused, then a smile tugged at the edge of her lips. “Why? You have a crush on him?” I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “That’s not it,” “Don’t worry, I understand. We all have a crush on Professor Fox because that man is beautiful. Plus, he’s achieved so much at such a young age. However, Professor is very strict,” “Really?” “Yes, he doesn’t mess with students no matter how gorgeous they are or how much they throw themselves at him. Plus, it is strictly forbidden for professors and students to have any sexual relationship,” Kennedy explained carefully.

He always knew. “Miss Avery,” he said, his voice cutting through the quiet. My head snapped up. Every eye in the room swiveled. My heart hammered. “Yes, Professor?” My voice came out as a shaky whisper. “You seem… particularly engaged with the concept of societal confinement,” he observed, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Perhaps you’d care to elaborate on how these constraints manifest?” My mind went blank. All I could think of was his hand, slapping my ass, his fingers inside me. My pussy clenched, a rush of wetness.

I asked, my voice going up an octave as he took his eyes off the road for a minute. “Is there a problem? I thought you guys were cool…” he trailed off, rounding a corner. “No, no. We are…it's just…” “Just…?” he asked, slowing the car down. Just that we have to physically restrain ourselves from kissing every time we get within arm's length of each other. “Just…nothing, thanks Spence,” I sighed slowly, taking in our surroundings for the first time since the car ride started. “Woah,” I muttered, craning my neck out the window as I took in the menacingly tall building ahead.

Something he should never have let close. “We shouldn’t do this,” he said, his voice low and rough and not nearly as steady as usual. I blinked, still dazed. He stepped away, putting space between us. One step. Two. His jaw was tight, his hands clenched. “I am your professor,” he said, more firmly now. “This is unethical. It’s wrong.” The words landed like cold water. I flinched. But I didn’t step back. Instead, I reached for him again.

the woman said bluntly. Caspian was silent for a moment. He took a deep breath, his eyes closed for a few seconds. He seemed to be deep in thought. "You know, romantic relationships between professors and students are forbidden, right?" Caspian finally spoke after a moment of silence. “Really? I never knew that,” the woman replied, confused. “People will think you approached me just to get good grades,” Caspian said firmly. “But I really like you, Professor. It doesn’t matter what people say, as long as I love you.” The woman continued to insist.

"You look tired. That new professor is giving you trouble already?" Juliet froze for half a second, then forced a laugh. "No. He's fine. Just that he's... intense." "Intense how?" Lila asked, raising one eyebrow. Juliet slipped into the silver corset that barely covered anything. "He stared at me the whole lecture, asked me to stay after class. But othing big happened." Lila grinned. "Sounds like he likes what he sees. You should be careful because Professors can be trouble."

“Close the door.” I did. The lock clicked. “Sit.” He gestured to the chair opposite his desk. I stayed standing. “What do you want?” Marcus finally met my eyes. “You’ve been a good earner, Nyx. But your professor friend? He's in trouble. Been sniffing around my books for weeks. Asking questions. Threatening my operation.” I swallowed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He laughed short, ugly. “Sure you don’t. But here’s the deal: you feed me everything he tells you.

And yes, I cringe saying that. "So, who is it? Someone we know? Don't tell me it's a professor though. You look like you'd have a professor kink,"Charis says. She almost never speaks, but when she does, she says the weirdest things. I don't say anything because Zee beats me to it. "Don't be silly. And also, dating a professor is an offense. Our Vicky won't be that stupid now. Would he?" "You can be rest assured. He's in my dorms-"

“Due to confidentiality restrictions, they don’t appear on any social media, or in the medical literature. Nor are they suitable for use as ‘personal image packaging’.” Lily’s plastered on smile was stretched thin, more like a grimace. “As for my professional qualifications,” my tone remained calm and sharp, “I’m not here today because I’m not someone’s wife, sister, or mother.” I turned to one side and looked over at Professor Lawrence, who was seated on a comfortable chair waiting for the seminar to commence. He acknowledged my glance. “I’m an academic representative formally invited here today, by the organizers.” Professor Lawrence stood and came to join us.

I couldn’t respond because I was still dumbfounded on the lengths Vivienne would take just to prove a point! “To cut the long story short,” Lorcan’s voice brought me back from my daze. “I told the board later on that it was a personal matter—unrelated to university business—just a thing about a jealous ex, and nothing worth their time.” My stomach dropped. “So they believed you?” “I am a tenured professor, and she is a student with a documented habit of starting drama over men who don’t want her.” I stared at him, my hands still not quite steady, the relief and the disgust tangling together in my chest.