Professor Student Romance Novels Novels & Stories

My laptop history was a testament to it—the endless tabs of dark erotica, the niche p**n sites, the stories that pushed boundaries most people wouldn’t even consider. Liam, bless his vanilla heart, had never understood it. He’d barely understood a missionary position on a Tuesday night. But Draco… Draco understood. He didn’t just understand; he fed it. He was a walking, breathing manifestation of every dark fantasy I’d ever scrolled through. And now he was my professor. The thought should have sent me running for the hills, transferring departments, changing my major. Instead, it made my clit twitch. My body, always so quick to betray me, was already anticipating the next encounter. The next

“Yes. It’s her. It’s been her this whole time. I didn’t know at first, but then I saw her at Velvet, and—” “And you didn’t tell us?” Riley cut in. “You’ve been sexting with her? And now you’re… what? Emotionally invested? Fucking with her?” “Damn.” Alex whistled. “That’s a whole trope. Professor-student forbidden romance with BDSM? I read fanfic that starts like this.” “Alex…” I groaned. “I’m just saying,” he added, grinning. “This is my favorite genre.” Riley still looked like she wanted to throw something. “She’s like a decade older than you, Matthew.”

Asked how my classes were, if I had a graduation plan. “Dr. Martinez says I have a good thesis,” I said to him. “I think I could get published if she worked me up further.” "That's excellent. You've worked hard on it." "Have you read it?" "Every draft. It's brilliant." We chatted about books, about teaching, about everything but the violence that had been so much a part of our lives. For those few hours, we were just a professor and student in love despite every rule that said they couldn’t be.

He looked out at the students and smiled as he rolled up his sleeves. “Good morning,” he said in a friendly tone. “Welcome to Advanced Engineering Analysis. Now’s your chance to leave if you’re in the wrong room.” There was a slight laugh from the students, but no one left. But all I did was stare. My heart rate picked up as my body instantly remembered the feeling of his strong hands on my arm…the curve of his body against mine. This couldn’t be happening to me. Tristan was my…professor?

I found myself lying on his wide table, the surface sleek and smooth with documents and devices swept to the side. The snapping of his belt, and the slight creak of the door made my stomach dip. But not with fear, but with excitement that coursed through my body and made me even wetter. What if someone walked in right now? The whole school would know I was spread on my professor’s desk, with only my panties on. “You could lose your job if someone sees us, Ron. Aren’t you scared?” However, he didn't stop, as he pulled down his trousers, taking out a condom. As if he had it ready, as if he knew I was going to come in and he would have me spread on his desk.

My eyes sting, tears threatening to spill as I finally whisper, barely audible, “It… it was.” “Fuck no! She’s lying—it was not consensual. I told you, I manipulated her into kissing me—” Professor Lucien’s voice cracks with fury, his glare burning through me. I break completely. My chest caves as silent sobs shake me. I can’t bring myself to lie. Maybe the first time was, but the rest? It wasn’t. “Professor Lucien,” Nathaniel’s voice booms, “a romantic relationship with a student is against every code of conduct this institution upholds. For you to mastermind such behavior does nothing but drag the reputation of this esteemed college into the mud.”

“Dangers?” He nodded. “It’s not unheard of for professors to be accused of being attracted to students. I’ve heard some rumors about you and Miss Thatcher already—I believe it was Professor Richards who implied that you two may have had an unsavory relationship. Not that I’m accusing you of such a thing, of course; you seem to have a logical head on your shoulders, and…” “Forgive me, Professor Lovelace, but I’d appreciate it if you got to the point,” I said a bit shortly, although not unkindly.

“Even though you have short legs and small hands.” “Thank you.” I said blushing, while he picked me up and took me to the nearest mirror. Now it is more natural for me to look at myself in a mirror, and even more so when the person behind me is Dr. Mark. “You look so beautiful.” He repeats once again in my ears. Now he licks this one a little, while I hold my hands on his hips, while I turn around, leaving my reflection behind. This time I kiss him, placing my hands on his chin while he lets me touch him. So my tongue and his come together as one. I don't believe in fairy tales, but I feel like a princess and he is a prince who loves me, and he tells me how beautiful I am. I feel like we are

"I'm not getting in the mix at all. There's nothing going on here." "Take the freaking advice, Madison." She snapped. "Okay, Georgia." I gritted out. Then we looked at each other and smiled. The kiss was never going to repeat itself, because I was going to stay far, far away from Luc- no- professor Buford. We were only going to be teacher and student, nothing more. There could be nothing more between us, because he was a complication. A big one. And there was no future between the both of us. Only an uneventful end would ever await that whole mess. If it ever happened. Which would never happen of course.

He reached out and tilted my chin up with two fingers, forcing me to meet his intense gaze. “You’re a brilliant student, Elena,” he said, using my first name for the first time tonight. The sound of it on his tongue sent a shiver straight to my core. “But lately, I suspect your mind isn’t entirely on your thesis.” My cheeks burned. He was right. I’d been fantasizing about him constantly. But he wasn’t the only one. There was also Professor Marcus Vale — the brooding psychology professor with the deep voice and commanding presence — and Professor Julian Cross, the charming yet dangerously possessive history lecturer. All three of them had been giving me special attention lately, and the forbi