Tiktok Professor Cringe Novels & Stories

Maya was tiny, but she could body a linebacker if pissed off enough. We walked to the lecture hall. I kept my head down. My heart still felt like it had been wrung out and hung to dry. Inside, people were whispering. Not about the fight. Something else. “Did you hear about the new prof?” “Yeah, I think he’s teaching Trial Advocacy.” “He’s supposed to be fine.” “Girl, I saw a picture. He’s giving... big dick energy.” Maya perked up. “New professor?” She slid into her seat next to me and pulled out her phone. “Hold on, let me check the group chat.”

She tapped it… and a gothic girl filled the screen. “So, I’ve been talking to a source from the university.” The girl lowered her voice like she was in on a secret. “Apparently, there had been hints about the professor–student affair way before the graduation video…” Screenshots of anonymous confession posts flashed by. “I’m told,” the TikToker went on, “that the person who first submitted those anonymous posts was a female grad student. International. Very well‑connected. Her mum runs in the same social circles as the professor’s wife.”

Somehow, the mansion. "You edit like a pro!" Patty exclaimed and raise up a thumbs up. "Thank you." I look at Krisha and she seems to be very proud of her boyfriend. "Just let Cassandra and Jasper see it later. Our professor for today is coming." I said as I fix myself when I saw our female professor for now. ### "So, how are you students? How was the vacation?" We all laugh by the word 'vacation'. "You all seems to be having a great fun out there."

one girl exclaimed. "We know you're exaggerating, Tanya," another girl said. "Who doesn't know that you have horrible taste in men?" "She's telling the truth," Amy, the third girl chimed in. "The man is so hot. He looks like a Viking." "Can you girls stop?" a boy whose name I could never memorize spoke up. "You think the so-called professor won't be married with kids? There are boys your age who are begging for your attention, but instead of giving us a chance, you're swooning over a professor who won't even look at you twice."

Today will be the same as last time—we'll offer free online consultations to three people. SoPretty: "Have you really taken your grandma here as well?" ABigAccount: "So she's another streamer putting on an act. How boring!" PassionateBrother: "The streamer is likely contemplating, 'Well, the script's set. Let's figure out how to deliver it convincingly.'" PikaCat: "Those who think that the streamer is putting on an act can watch the recording from yesterday. A medical professor was here yesterday, thank you." ABigAccount: "And that's hard? Professors these days show up as long as they're paid."

Please reply when you read this. Little did he know that this kind of comment was public, and everyone could read it. [Dude, there are many fish in the sea. This one’s already married. Don't you think your behavior is a little inappropriate?] [If you're a professor, then I'm a CEO!] [Come on, dude. You're so old. Won’t don’t you just enjoy your old age in peace? Stop flirting with other women.] [Hang on, his profile is verified. He really is a professor!]

‎“I’m telling you that I care about you. I know this might be difficult for you to understand, but I wanted you to know how I feel.” ‎I glanced around us as People were walking past, and although nobody seemed particularly interested in our conversation, I suddenly felt exposed. ‎“Professor, people are staring.” ‎“Let them.” ‎“That’s easy for you to say.” I murmured as I lowered my voice a bit and leaned in closer...“This is weird.” ‎“I know it's unexpected.” ‎“Unexpected isn't the word I'd use.” ‎He gave a small sigh...“I’m not asking you to answer me right now.”

“At least I get fucked properly. You’re still chasing a man who barely looks at you.” Professor Harlan muttered something panicked about his wife and tenure before bolting past me, nearly tripping over his own feet. I felt bile rise in my throat. The sight of his glistening, cum-covered cock, the smell of sex in the air was revolting. Especially knowing Sophia had done it so casually. “You’re disgusting,” I said quietly, voice steady despite the nausea. “Both of you, how can you even be fucking with a professor because of grades atleast I've dignity not to be spreading for some Fs because I know you're definitely getting that”.

he growled, his voice laced with boiling frustration. I didn't hold back. "What are you so afraid of, Professor Hale?" His frown faded, his gaze roaming over my features before dipping over to my lips. My throat went dry, lust curling in my guts. Fuck, he looks too good, I groaned inwardly. "Your destruction," he responded, a muscle ticking in his jaw. A lump formed in my throat as he brought a hand to my face. In that moment, his mask slipped to expose the vulnerability in his eyes. My heart jolted in my chest, snow whimpering in my head when we saw his silent yearning.

I couldn't tell if I was looking at Drake or Chris Brown. This was my boyfriend who was a professor. Usually, people saw Professors as nerds who were consumed with education and proving scientific theories. But him, he was no stereotype. He was a celebrity professor to say the least. "Hi beautiful, you're here and ready," he said, jogging down the stairs. His eyes raked me from head to toe, and a slow smile parted his lips, "You look ravishing," he said, taking me into his arms and placing a kiss on my forehead.