Professor Romance Novels & Stories

Seeing me distressed, Colin was about to defend me, but he was cut off by the professor. "And you, Colin, I've always boasted to everyone about you being the role model and my best student with unlimited potential. But you seem completely oblivious to this. Instead, you indulge yourself in matters of love. You've disappointed me." Colin and I exchanged a nervous glance and didn't dare to speak. We hardly had any proper dates since we started dating. Could that even be considered as indulging in matters of love? Did the professor have some misunderstanding of the words he said? "What's with all the flirting in front of me? Are you trying to show off your love? Fine, I'm not your father anyway

When the call ended, she let the phone fall on the bed, Her body trembled, this time not from Tristan but from the fear and dread eating at her inside. End. ⚠️ Reader Alert: Things get wild, the following chapters after this contains LGBTQ+ romance, harem/reverse harem dynamics, and explicit sexual content including gang bangs. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed only if mature content is okay for you. (Sex With My professor) The lecture hall hummed with low chatter until the heavy iron doors swung open, the sound cut through the room, pulling every eye toward the man striding in. Professor Ethan Metch.

Why do I feel like there’s something different about Professor Damian? *

We laughed and then my eyes fell on my hottie professor. He's looking at us suspiciously. "Now I want more details about your master professor." As Anu said excitedly, I looked at her. "Wait, first let me message him." She nodded and I typed the message. Me: You won't believe it that Anu and Cabir are also in a BDSM relationship My hottie Professor: It would be unbelievable for you, but I had already doubt on them. Me: What? How?

The Master suddenly looks at his Professor, his eyes slightly widening while a small smile hovered on his lips. "So you're not just fucking me because of the Addendum and you need to be 'fixed' of your issues, Prof?" "What the hell... No! Look, I might have asked for that Addendum but it wasn't just because..." She got no further... Professor Semana was suddenly smothered in a tight embrace that almost stole her breath from her lungs and in a kiss so deep she wouldn't be able to escape even if she tried... And she didn't even try.

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.

He added. “Why would I say that?” Nikki asked, keeping her gaze turned away from the professor. “Because I am sure I am just being egotistical, and everything is in my head.” Thorn offered with a slight scoff. At that, Nikki looked at him. “Oh?” she asked. “Yes.” He scowled. “I don’t like any of the female professors on campus because I constantly feel like they are trying to get me to sleep with them.” He revealed. Nikki had to hold back her chuckle. “I know it sounds ridiculous, but I feel like they throw themselves at me no matter how I respond.” He complained. “So, I go out of my way to seem disinterested in them, thus causing them to respond unpleasantly to me.”

And I wanted to focus on the delightful currents charging my imagination that I couldn't be bothered to give more than a smile and a nod. By the time of the first lecture, I was wet down there, and my nipples were hard and sensitive. And all I could think of was the myriad of positions we've tried over the past week. “Romance,” the prof began, “the experience of love or infatuation….” At the cue, I pushed through the bubbling under my skin and opened my laptop and then my lecture notes—and my phone trembled softly. Picking it up, I saw a text from Hunter and hastily opened it.

It was infuriating, and for reasons I could not name, not entirely unpleasant. My lips twitched, just slightly. “Why?” She blinked. “I don’t know. Any gentleman would do that.” “I’m not your gentleman, Miss Moretti," I said evenly. “I’m your professor.” She muttered something under her breath. I caught the words ‘doesn’t even look old enough’ and narrowed my eyes. “You said?” “Nothing, sir,” she replied too quickly, her hand rubbing the sore spot on her head. “It must’ve been unpleasant to sleep all through… sorry, si—”