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I never even knew I would end up doing things with one of my college professors. #Wattys2015

In which a boy-unlucky college girl receives a rather, erotic picture message on accident. Highest Rank: #3 bRO Copyright © Michella 2015. No translations pls cover by me Re-make in my works :)

"I have been watching you for a while now, my love" he whispered darkly in my ear. "Why are you doing this to me" I squeaked, earning a low chuckle from him. "Because" he said, moving his hands from the wall above my head and down my body, resting very low on my waist. "I can". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Highest Rank: 1st in Fanfiction WARNING: Contains sexual content and mature language, read at own risk!! Copyright All Rights Reserved © fxckingpayno

Harry Styles fan fiction. When Emma was forced into an arranged marriage by her grandmother all she wanted was to get out of it as soon as possible. But nothings ever as simple as it seems, maybe things happen for a reason?

Just what the title says :) Got any requests, message me.

"Now get on your knees, baby girl." "Yes, Daddy."

"Sometimes the things that start off great end BAD.. ..and sometimes the things that start wrong, end WORSE." Started: OCT. 24th 2014 WARNING: explicit language & sexual content.

･WARNING: This STORY has VIOLENT and SEXUAL scenes･･･ When twenty-two year old Cassandra moves to L.A. planning to land her dream job as a Fashion model, she learns the hard way that it's not that easy. She soon finds herself running out of options to care for her little brother Trent. So as any desperate, beautiful, fucking insane twenty-year old care taker like herself would do, she gets hired at one good paying job... "An innocent girl like you, wouldn't be rapping boxes that have things like that inside." This made me angry real fast. "I’m not innocent!" I practically growled like he had moments ago. "If I’m so innocent, then why did I want to look in a box full of these things?" I blurted out. Why did I say that? What do I have to prove to this British boy? "So the truth finally comes out." He smirks as he backs up. He turned around and started walking away, making me feel disappointed. Then he turned back around and glided toward me. He was coming closer and closer. It was like he wasn't stopping. As if he could jump into my skin if he wanted. When he was not even inches away from me, he lowered his head so his lips were leveled with my ear. "By the way, those things," He started mimicking me from earlier. He also dragged out the 's' in 'things' what seems like on purpose. "Are vibrating pleasure machines." He paused. "You know those lacy things you saw in there too? I know you did. I was watching you from across the room. Your face when you saw them. So. Fucking. Innocent. They’re vibrating underwear. You slide them on and it sends jolts up someone's pretty little pussy." He paused again. Then out of nowhere, he licks my ear lobe. I could barely feel his tongue on my skin. I know he did though, it's a feeling that I wish he would do again. Shit.

authentic ɔːˈθɛntɪk/ adjective adjective: authentic 1. of undisputed origin and not a copy; genuine. When something is real, original. AU Warning: it will involve sexual references.