Professor Student Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Making sure I nibbled on his lips. It had started innocently enough. I was a 21-year-old literature major with a crush on my 46-year-old professor that had grown into something much more dangerous. Professor Harden was everything I shouldn’t want. He was married, but he claimed he was separated with his wife. He was powerful, and completely off-limits. But the way he looked at me during lectures… the way his voice dropped when he said my name… I couldn’t resist it. It started with “extra credit” sessions in his office. Then late-night meetings. Then the first time he bent me over his desk and fucked me while the rest of the campus slept.

“But the power imbalance alone creates concern.” Concern. “As faculty, you are the authority in that classroom.” “Yes,” she said evenly. “Which is precisely why nothing happened.” He steepled his fingers. “Even so, when a student publicly expresses sexual interest in a professor, it raises questions. Especially when that professor specializes in—” he paused delicately, “—public scandal.” Her lips pressed into a thin line. “I teach political history.” “And you are now part of a narrative,” he said. A narrative. She almost laughed.

“Sir, you need to read sometimes. Calm your nerves, relax your thoughts. There’s a great app—GoodNovel.” I found it on the app store and downloaded it in seconds. The interface popped up and right there under the NEW tab was something that stopped me in my tracks: Bound By His Rules: MM Short Erotica Compilation. There was no hesitation from me. I clicked it immediately. The first chapter was like a slap to my already overloaded senses. Professor Richard—cold, confident, dominant. Student Gregory—shy, brilliant, bending under power like he was made to submit. I couldn’t stop reading.

His fingers twitched, and he pulled back too quickly. I smirked. “You okay, Professor?” “I’m fine,” he said sharply. “Sure?” I asked, leaning closer. “You seem… distracted.” “Julian.” Just my name, but it sounded like a warning again. I leaned back, crossing my arms. “You keep looking at the bed.” His eyes flashed, and for the first time, he looked genuinely flustered. “I’m not…” “You are,” I interrupted. “Do you wish it were you on that bed instead?”

I’m not sure why I suddenly felt so embarrassed over that fact, but I felt the need to avert my eyes and glance at my lap. “No need to be embarrassed,” Emily chuckled. “I know what it’s like to be infatuated by a teacher. Joseph is quite charming, so I don’t blame you in the least,” she said with a light laugh. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I understand,” I said, furrowing my brows together. “You think I’m infatuated with Professor Evergreen?” “He is a famous author, and many students seem to have crushes on him. So yes. I believe you are infatuated. There’s nothing wrong with that Tessa. Believe me, I understand.”

Had it been some random man, I'd have erupted already but this was my professor and I need to handle this with care but if he tries shit, I'm gonna show him the madness in Annalise. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my rising anger. "Professor Ken, I appreciate your concern, but I think there's a misunderstanding here. I'm not interested in having any sort of personal relationship with my teachers. I'm here to learn and focus on my studies. I have so much responsibility on me and I need all the focus I can get, dating is a distraction right now and I don't need that." He leaned in closer, and I could feel my skin crawl. "Ann, don't be like that. I'm just trying to get to know you better.

he replied before planting a kiss on my lips, soft and gentle. That alone, made me lose every sense of being caught and I followed him like a lamb following a sheep to an unknown destination. I followed him into his room, and it smelled nice, I could perceive vanilla with a mixture of cinnamon. His room actually looked really nice for a professor, although the books were there but the blue paint and the way he arranged his things made it very attractive or appealing. He didn't waste anytime, he descended on my lips with fervour and intensity, and I returned the same energy. Aura for Aura.

Now he was warm in the wrong direction. For the last few weeks, I have tried to play nice. Dropping Nova off on time. Smiling politely. Avoiding digs. But what had that gotten me? He barely looked at me now. And when he did, it was with detachment, like I was some inconvenient duty he had to check off. Like Nova was a tether he wished didn’t exist. No. Lena would not win. I picked up my phone and typed out a message to an old friend. “If a certain professor were… fraternizing with a student, what kind of damage could that do to a school’s reputation?”

“Lesson three: complete surrender.” He thrust deep in one long stroke, burying every inch in her tight heat. Lila cried out loud. “Fuck! It’s so deep… You’re stretching me so much, Professor.” He started pounding her hard, his hips slapping loudly against her ass. The desk shook under them. “This is what those old novels were really about. The older, powerful man claiming his young student. Feel how tight you grip me? This sweet pussy was made for your mentor’s cock.” “Harder,” she begged, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Even though it’s so wrong… fuck your student harder, Professor. Please!”

"Unfortunately, hearts are terrible tailors." We sit together in silence again. Then she squeezes my hand. "Is it him?" she asks. I hesitate. Then nod. "Yes." "The professor." "Yes." Ines exhales slowly. "Well, that is spectacularly inconvenient." I laugh despite myself. "You have no idea." "Oh, I do. I study tragic romance in literature. This is practically textbook." I groan. "Please don't compare my life to a doomed Victorian novel." "No promises." Her expression softens again. "Just be careful."