This story is basically the other story: "Smut Stories with the Same Characters" (that I deleted by accident whoops) but with more... plot. Obviously there will be smut, but there will be chapters where no smut happens, and it's just a normal chapter, weird for me to do, I know. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless though!
Descriptions:
Mr J. Caine:
In this 'book' he is 25 years old. Everyday he wears the same kind of thing: A white, or blue, shirt, a jumper (colour may vary from dark blue to beige, to cream, to purple), and tight trousers (colours may also vary, but they are mostly brown). His shoulders are wide, his back covered in muscle, clear through his outfit. A bulge through his trousers is almost always visible.
His glasses cover his dominant gaze, but if you look close enough, you may notice it. His eyes may look like the doe kind, but will change in different circumstances. His voice is deep and rather raspy, but it depends on his mood; if he's happy, it will be quite shrill, and joyful; if he's angry, it will be low and dangerous; and so on.
Y/N:
Here, you are a 19 year old female university student. Unfortunately, said university requires a uniform: Shirt, Tie with orange and red stripes, Skirt or Trousers (in this case skirt), and black shoes. You choose not to wear tights due to your ability to stay warm even during winter. Your behaviour has two sides: mischievous, teasing, strong and powerful; and shy, flustered, quiet and almost non-existent. But it all comes down to who you're with. You are quite friendly, too, with a broad (see what I did there?) friend circle, but one stands out: Opal, your best friend. You share a dorm room with her, and even most of your classes, except English, ironically.
warning | The following story contains vulgar language and sexual scenes that might be offensive to some readers. So don't go complaining in the comment section because you've been warned...
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Being 17 is hard. It's even harder when you're basically taking care of your mother who's a drug addict and young brother. It's also hard dealing with the murder of your father and the lost friendship it caused. It's hard being alone, and even harder knowing you've caused it yourself. Maria is living this hard life, with built up anger, and resentment towards her mother and the murder. She is sent to the new counselor to "help" her with moving on from her past. But is this new counselor just a bandage covering Maria's true problems, or is he what she needs to fix it all?
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My nails dig into his shoulders, those gray eyes beaming through me as I loudly moan his name, Mr. Wolfe. He places his free hand over my mouth, muffling my lust filled moans. "Call me Nate." He whispers. Nate pulls out his fingers and takes a couple steps back, looking over my burning body, craving just his touch. "Come over tonight." He tucks another card in my bra, then softly kisses my forehead as he walks out of his office. "See you tonight around 5, Miss. Moore." // chapter two
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This is my first Wattpad story so I hope you enjoy it my lovelies!
-AveryLeā