[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]

[Contains mostly smut.] All characters belong to J.K. Rowling, besides a few that I added in.

*** WARNING TO WOMEN: This is the book your boyfriend doesn't want you to read! *** If you experience any of the following side-effects please stop reading immediately: eye soreness, uncontrollable sexual stimulation, sexual organ fatigue, or excessive biting and scratching. Consuming even a small dose of Krave "Man Whore Diaries" may result in interdose-withdrawals including but not limited to: maniac depression, uncontrollable rage, and long-term stimulation. Krave has been known to be a "gateway" to consuming massive doses of Erotica. You have been warned! The life of becoming the all popular sex-crazed, man-whore full of debauchery and living a life suited towards individual pleasure is way beyond what you could imagine it to be. I was never the good looking guy who had all the girls in high school. I was the nerdy, quiet kid who spent his nights programming video games and fantasizing about fucking the Prom Queen, however, not actually doing so. I was the one guy that finally bloomed in college. And when it hit, it hit like a storm without even realizing the fact my life was sinking into heavy debt and my education was no longer of value causing me to drop out. My life, until I turned 21, was nothing more than one depressing shit hole filled with disappointment, self-sabotage, loathing, Xbox video games, hot Cheetos and chronic masturbation. This highly sought-after male fantasy of fucking a different woman every night was not only non-existent for my sake but, in my own belief, the only ones lucky enough to experience it is suave Abercrombie model clones sporting six-pack ABS and a perfect set of hair. Right before my 21st birthday, my life as I knew it changed. The things I learned and most importantly, the secrets I discovered showed me a world of possibility. An unbelievable existence filled with fucking, partying, and eternal happiness.

One-shots that follow along the storyline of 'Mr. Evans'