Tiktok Professor Cringe Novels & Stories

he said. “Tattoo?” “Yes.” “For what?” “Cool, isn’t it? Have you heard Drake’s new song?” he asked. “Prof. Collin, stop,” she said. He smiled facing down. “Why are you trying to impress me?” “You’re not cool and can’t,” she added. “Ouch,” he said, looking away. “You’re a Yale professor. Be yourself.” “I think I’m awkward with the ladies. I scare them.” “Only if you don’t learn to have a conversation that isn’t just about you talking.”

She opened TikTok, and pressed record. "Put a finger up if you came all the way from a small town in the United States to the UK for your Master's because you had looked forward to being lectured by a certain professor. A man with so much power and affluence, but you made a tiny mistake one day, and since then, he's made your life a living hell." Zoey said, and then she put a finger down.

Heidi Collin : I was in the midst of attending my class. I was concentrating on the lectures of the professor when I got to see Katie smiling shyly when looking at the professor. I knew what was going on in her mind. My sexy, gorgeous, and dirty-minded friend was already falling for the professor when it had just been some days after her such a dramatic breakup. Like seriously, are you still going crazy for the guys. I saw her winking at the professor and the young and handsome professor was already smiling seeing her wink at him. My jaw was going to get dropped just because of that weird and cringe dramatic scene going on in front of my eyes. I wanted to puke hard.

The TikTok had been up for four hours before Archer called. Lennon found it in approximately eleven seconds. The video was forty-five seconds long, Archer at his desk, looking at the camera with the relaxed sincerity of someone who had rehearsed casualness until it looked genuine. The caption read: “my best friend is secretly dating his professor (and he's in denial).” No names or department, just the caption and Archer's face and the forty-five seconds of him saying, among other things, that his best friend was the most stubborn person he had ever met, that denial was not a sustainable personality trait.

Kristina was confused and she replied, "I... used the back door?" "What? Why?" "Because it's a door? What do you mean why?" Suddenly, our professor came in, she greeted, "Good morning class-", she was cut off as she trips herself by the thread I set up for Kristina. The starch... crap the powder fell on our professor's head. Everyone was fighting the urge to laugh because she's that one teacher. That one teacher we all fear. The professor was so furious, he exclaimed, "Who did this?" All eyes were searching the room for the culprit. I slowly raised my hand and replied, "I did."

I punctuate each word with a sharp poke to the chest. “I don’t know what you are talking about!” he starts to panic. "Yes, I remember you from three weeks ago but what are the odds that some hook-up from Sacramento would also be here in Santa Cruz?" he is starting to hyperventilate as he struggles to explain himself. “I had no idea you’d be my professor when I signed up for classes. How could I, I didn't even know your name?" I can smell the truth in his words. If he were lying, I'd taste it in his fear.

"H-Have mercy on me, professor. Let me study properly. I-I can't let you use me anymore. My sister and you are engaged. D-don't use my grades as threats anymore to use my body." I could hear the gasp of the students watching us. Like bees, they were whispering about the professor in front of me. For the countless times I smirked again. Zachary's eyes glared at me before briefly looking around to everyone. He closed his eyes tightly and carelessly pulled me out of the room. I continued my fake crying as we walked out of the school. Even if the arm he was holding hurts, I don't care. My chest was full of joy while I felt his frustration.

I could damn near smell the forest, my day dream was practically tangible. Don’t forget the deliciously lickable cowboy abs, Maya had added. Ally taught me how to look up our professors on a site called Rate My Professor. It’s basically a website where students can rate their courses and their professors. Ally was particularly taken with her Human Resources prof she’d had earlier that day. I had to admit, he was very attractive. He had this light little smirk in his bio picture that made my belly tingle and brain zone out. That’s not your belly tingling, girlie. That’s your lady parts, Maya chipped in.

Every other thing would fade into nothingness whenever she was in the room. I distracted myself with my phone, and I scrolled aimlessly through TikTok. I soon got engrossed, and I didn't notice when the class quietened down until a deep voice that commanded attention said: “Good morning, 2025 Freshmen, welcome to ***** College. I'm Professor Stephan King, your lecturer for IHS 101: History of the unknown world.” I looked up, and my world tilted over in the most horrible way possible. Because standing on the podium and introducing himself as the lecturer of the most important course in our 100 level was the man I hooked up with yesterday, the one I rode with reckless abandon.

Standing at the front of the room, chalk in hand, was Professor Celeste Craven. My breath caught, and I instinctively tried to step back, but her gaze snapped to mine. “Miss Lessie.” she said smoothly, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “Front row, please.” Every muscle in my body tensed. I wanted to protest, to turn and walk out, but my legs betrayed me. I walked stiffly to the front, sinking into the seat directly in her line of sight. Her eyes lingered on me throughout the lecture, burning holes through my skin.