Tiktok Professor Cringe Novels & Stories

He was hot and I was in trouble because I’d fucked my professor. “Hello, everyone. My name is Jaxon Sullivan. Professor Sullivan to you and me, and I’d be your Professor for Organic Biology.” His gaze fell on me, and recognition settled in. One second he was staring hard and the next he was back to teaching. I could barely comprehend. My heart hammered against my rib cage and my thoughts were haywire. What would he think of me, that I was some slut. How would I face him in class? Biology was my major course, I could not afford to miss a class.

Our life is in depth of death whenever we are stating a fact in an article and it is against of some meticulous politician with skeleton in closet. I swallowed then looked down. Our profession continued discussing and the man who saved me sat down and listened to our professor. I take a deep breath while thinking if I will turn around to look at him show him my gratitude but I feel so shy and embarrassed. Why the hell am I spacing out in the middle of the discussion of a terror professor? How stupid, Crizette. Keep it up. In the battle between looking at him or not here I am looking at him. He is listening to our prof very earnestly. I stared at him for a moment then turn my gazes on our pro

“Did you think you were Taylor Swift, little girl? Did you think writing too much like her would make me happy? She is already in the business. We don’t need another one.” I lower my head, clenching my fist because I want to shout back so badly. Professor Clarke is a sophisticated woman in her mid-thirties, but she has mood swings like a woman going through menopause. I don’t argue with my professors, but she’s the only one who upsets me to the core. “I understand, professor.” I’m also not the only student going back and forth at her office in the past few weeks, but I’m the last one she hasn’t passed.

“We see the way Professor Diego looks at you in class. Like he wants to eat you alive. It’s obvious he has a thing for you.” My stomach dropped. “Eww,” I said too quickly, too loudly. “How can you even say that? He’s our lecturer. And he’s… older. There’s like a ten-year gap between us. That’s gross and totally inappropriate. He’s probably just… intense about teaching. That’s all.” I kept rambling, words tumbling out like I could talk my way out of the heat crawling up my neck. Three pairs of eyes staring at me. Tasha tilted her head. “How do you know so much about our professor, Soph?”

“What the fuck was that for?” He looked almost amused. “You looked like you needed it.” “I did not need a hug,” I said through gritted teeth. “The professor’s an asshole,” he said simply. “You shouldn’t let assholes ruin your mood.” I stared at him, half angry, half confused. “You are so obnoxious you know that right?.” “I’m not,” he said with an even tone. “I'm just saying. You shouldn’t give people like him that much power over you. He’s a miserable old man who probably cries when he looks at his paycheck.”

I personally felt like she made sure her complaints took as much time as possible to make them regret ever getting on her nerves. "I am so glad that I don't take her classes" I said. "At least, she doesn't kick us out when we come late unlike some professors" I shook my head. Tristan had gone viral on campus for being the cute, douchebag professor that was mean to his students. Of course, Rita never agreed with the him being attractive part. She said that was nothing but propaganda cooked up by horny students. I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah. To each his own version of problematic," I placed my arm around her shoulder, "Come on, Nico's waiting"

CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE🔞 ~DAPHNE~ “Enough of this drama. Come suck my dick, Ginger kitty,” Professor Fox grinned, pulling down his shorts. I looked at him with bloodshot eyes, before slowly standing up to my feet. “No!” “No?” He cocked a brow at me. “You know the consequences of the answer right? All I have to do is post your videos online and the whole school will see them. You would be kicked out, and even worse, everyone will be disgusted by you including your little mate,”

“How does it feel to go from professor to p**n king overnight?” Lecturing? Dead and buried. I’m richer than I ever dreamed, living like a god, and every time I step out in public, girls drop to their knees just to get a taste of the famous 12-inch Professor's dick.

He said concerned. I bit my lips, crossing my legs on the couch, Lee spared me a worried glance. "look, I don't care what you guys say or think. If you find it weird that a professor demands the presence of a student, then you guys are sure as hell fucking retarded." "Hey, hold up. 'They'. Not me. I really don't see anything wrong with that. I've got coke. Would ya love to try? I'm just giving you samples. If you want crystal meth, you pay for that shit." He chuckled.

the voice of one of them echoed from the back, and it formed a sudden lump in my throat. “I won’t tolerate that nonsense!” the professor yelled. “I am still in class,” said Kael, who put his leg on the table and crossed it over the other. “I love the scene, don’t disrupt it. And if you’re not cool with it, you can leave the class.” The professor had the most disgusted and uncomfortable look I had ever seen. “I wonder when you all are going to grow up. It’s a pity!” He spat and grabbed his materials before storming out of the class in anger.