Professor Student Romance Novels & Stories

I knew that I would obey her like the law until the end of my life. She was my queen, my universe, my world, and my everything. I didn't know what would happen to me if she ever left me, but I think I might go insane. We may have started our relationship in a forbidden way and ended up in pain, but this time, I'll do my best to make sure that our new beginning will end up in euphoria. I am Dashiel Davin Carter, the Psychopath Professor of Marra, and I am her Psychopath Lover. And now, I could hereby say that the class has officially dismissed. The End.

He was concerned. “What happened?” “Nothing Professor. It’s just-,” I shook my head. “Is it about the experiment or the rumours?” his hand rubbed uncomfortably on my back. Unintentionally, I felt chills in my body. “Ru-rumours?” “Yeah, I ‘ve heard students are thinking you and I are dating,” he said. His eyes weren’t normal. There was something I didn’t like. Was it lust? “To be honest,” I saw his hand moving downward between his legs. Rubbing there, shamelessly. “I don’t mind that idea,” he said in a low tone.

I just sighed and let go of the whispers. “Omg! Our crush is already engaged but they deserve it! They look good together, I heard that his fiancée is the president of CPSPA," said the woman sitting on the grass mat. “I told you. They’re not just bestfriends.” "But I always seem to see that woman is always with a professor, and I think they look good too." “Are you crazy? Students are not allowed to date professors. I think you are referring to the hotshot new Dean of CPSPA college."

The sensations were electrifying, and I couldn't help but close my eyes, savoring the blissful intimacy of the moment. Professor Blake's hands gently cradled my face as he continued to shower my neck with affectionate kisses. His actions were filled with both passion and tenderness, and I could feel the love and desire that flowed between us like an unending current. As his lips moved upward, his eyes met mine, and in that shared gaze, we communicated a profound understanding. This connection was not just about physical desire; it was a union of hearts and souls that defied the conventional boundaries of professor and student.

All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings. When the first year ended and the second year began, I was not prepared for the influx of young girls, students, throwing themselves at me. I was disgusted. It's an unspoken tradition at this school that every professor would end up sleeping with a student by the end of their second year teaching. That didn't happen with me. The students we have here, or at least the ones I end up teaching, are all spoiled rich kids. The girls are bratty, and not in the way I like.

They were able to snag an empty table to actually sit down and fill up on the food they’d grabbed. For a while, Edward was actually enjoying himself. Vanessa was absolutely adorable as usual as he tried all the different things she’d picked out. And she also let Edward feed her a few things off of his plate as well. “By the way, why did you call that guy, ‘professor’?” Vanessa asked looking at Timothy, though she has met Jennifer and knows about her love story still hasn’t seen Timothy face to face. Edward looked up and followed her line of sight and answered, “Long story, in short, he’s the husband of my best friend Jennifer, the one I’ve told you about, and he pretended as our professor wh

“So, did you two do it yet?” I blink from over the rim of the cup. Vaughn groaned from my side. I refuse to look at him as I continue to sip. “I’m asking if you guys slept together or not.” I choked on the coffee. He quickly runs to my aid with paper towels and rubs my back soothingly. “Can you stop?” he gritted out to her. But she is laughing at our reaction. “You have to understand, he is just my professor and i his student. He just helps me with my studies and that’s all.”

He asked, horror evident in his voice, and I gave him a sexy look. “You will be a father, but to me, you are ever going to be my naughty professor, and I will forever be your slutty student; that's our forbidden love story.” “You missed one more qualification, a sexy housekeeper for her hot professor... you are the full package that I didn't subscribe for, but I got anyway.” He whispered, and he kissed me hard on the lips, while I stroked him gently, and my breathing was ragged when I felt his cock hard on my hand.

“How kind and generous you are to me. I’m surprised you’d want someone like me.” “And I thought we’d moved on from that. You have such high regard for me.” “Because you are perfect.” “I’m far from perfect,” he whispers. “I’m just a normal guy who wants a woman. She is, however, my student. How fucked up is that? If only I had met you under different circumstances, I’d have moved things along sooner.” “But I like this better. I want the rush of seeing you in front of the class, knowing that the professor they respect wants me.” I trace my forefinger across his chest.

“You can be my campus girlfriend. We could meet here on the weekends, and you get to take care of me. That's all. We could end up being good together, and you can pass my course even if you perhaps do not take my exams.” My jaw hung open, and I blinked a couple of times to remind myself this wasn't a dream. “I can't do what you're asking me. I can't.” He scoffed. “Why? I'm a professor. I have enough money to take care of you. You should be happy that I decided to pick you for this kind of offer.” I shook my head. “I’m sorry, sir, I'll have to decline the offer. I can't; I'm not that kind of girl.”