Professor Student Romance Novels & Stories

A student had been sitting right there, asking questions about the syllabus, completely unaware that Ryder was unzipping the professor’s dress pants. Ryder closes his eyes for a second, recalling the musky scent of the man’s arousal, the heat radiating from his groin. He had pulled the professor’s thick, hard dick out and wrapped his lips around the head, tasting the salty bead of precum. The professor had been stuttering through his lecture, his face flushed a deep crimson, sweating as he tried to maintain eye contact with the student while Ryder deepthroated him, taking his cock all the way to the back of his throat.

I bit my lip to keep from laughing too loudly, but a quiet chuckle slipped anyway. By the end of the period, I was sliding my books into my bag when voices drifted behind me. “God, Professor Stephan is so fine.” “Right? He doesn’t even look that old. I bet he knows exactly how to handle a lady in bed.” “Mmhmm, I wouldn’t mind being his favorite student.” I scoffed, a humorless laugh slipping out before I could stop it. The girls went quiet and looked at her with disdain. “What’s so funny?” One of them snapped.

“ Oh my god! Is that Professor Vlad with Professor Devinsky?” “ Are they dating now?” A seemingly clueless girl in the class asked no one in particular. Lisa frowned, like her sly smile had taken a break just to snap at the girl. “ Are you blind? Do you not see that it's written all over the picture?” She scoffed. “ That's a gala for goodness sake. Would Professor Devinsky take a woman to such events if she wasn't his new found love?” The girl squinted her eyes at the screen like she hadn't seen it clearly the first time. “ That's true, but isn't he married?”

"Because from where I'm standing, it looks like I'm not the only one you're fucking." His jaw tightened. "You're overthinking things. She's just a student, nothing more." "I don't believe you." He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I don't owe you explanations, Lena. We're not in a relationship are we? We fuck, have fun and everyone gets what they want. Have you forgotten I'm you professor?” The words hit like a slap. I blinked, my eyes stinging. "Right. Of course." "Lena…"

Story 5: private tutor with Professor 1 ANNA I have always had a big crush on my young professor, and I don't find it odd or disgusting. My professor who is young and handsome, sexy and well-muscled is every woman's dream and it isn't strange for me to have thought about him I want him, and I wouldn't deny that but I know it's impossible between us. He is everyone's favourite and can get any woman he wants and I know he wouldn't be interested in a shy person like me.

"P-Professor?!—" "My relationship with you is that I am a professor and your relationship with me is that you are a student. It's not just a couple you can say that they have a relationship. Even with a friend. A relationship is how you are connected two or more. What is my connection with you? I am your professor. What is your connection to me? You are my student. And that's the relationship we have. " He interrupted what I was going to say and I was amazed. Where does he get what he says? Aish! What else should I expect? He is forty years old. He has different beliefs about the relationship because he has grown old without even being married! "Are you done my STUDENT? You know, your PROFES

“Hey, what's wrong with your face?” “I just... Someone pissed me off.” “That guy over there, huh?” Shanon refused to look at Anthony because she knew Anthony expected her to do that. “He’s an ass.” “You know him? I saw you chatting with him.” "He's my professor on campus." “Wow, you have a really hot professor. How could he possibly teach without getting naughty glances from his students?” “Sorry, Tom. I don't want to discuss it. Give me that drinks, I'll deliver them to our customers.”

she moaned, her body trembling as his lips found the sensitive skin of her neck. Killian inhaled deeply, his grip tightening around her fragile frame. His tongue traced slow tantalizing circles over her skin. “Ah—” Rosa moaned, frustrated. “Pr-professor-ah—” she tried to push him away at the weird sensation. Killian stopped and a dark chuckle escaped his lips. Leaning in close, his voice dropped to a dangerous whisper in her ear, “Does a professor and his student do things like this?” His words made her eyes widen in shock. Killian’s lips brushed her jaw softly, coaxing her eyes to flutter closed.

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.

If I'm going to choose Nicholas, is he going to choose me too? We both know what kind of situation we are in. We don't want to have a relationship like this. He's my professor and I am his student. Even now that I'm not really his student anymore, he's still a teacher. He is a professor at the school I attend. We shouldn't be in this kind of relationship.