You were heading home from h/n's house after working on a school project that you were assigned to do in pairs. Halfway you went through your bag to find your phone but something was missing. Your diary. No no no no. You left it on his desk while writing.
"damn it" you can't let him read what's in the book at any cost.
You've had a crush on him for the longest time and your feelings for him kept growing. And the book isn't just a normal diary where you wrote about your day. More like a sex diary. You wrote all the dirty things you would let h/n do to you. How badly you wanted to feel him inside you...his scent, touch, and everything. It got to the point where you wrote fake scenarios about having sex with him. Things that you never told anyone about since everyone saw you as the innocent and popular girl.
After reaching his doorstep which felt like an eternity you were already out of breath, you quickly but gently knocked on the door while trying your best to keep yourself from collapsing. To your surprise, it's h/n's older sister who answered the door. His parents weren't really home a lot and his sister had her own apartment but often came to check on h/n.
"Uhh wait...let me guess, y/n?" you nodded taking deep breaths. "I'm a big fan, h/n talks a lot about you to the point where I even I asked to meet you but denied. But I'm so glad I got to finally see you" she had a cheerful tone. What?! H/n was talking about me?.
"Well y/n I'll see you around" she added before tapping my shoulders. As soon as she left you rushed upstairs hoping the diary had been completely out of h/n's site.
And there he was laying on his bed. It didn't take him too long to notice your presence, he looked up and started walking toward you. You searched his eyes to find some type of evidence that proved that he hadn't read anything. There was nothing. He finally stood right in front of you towering above. His hand reached behind you and closed the door. He then slowly took steps forward which only made you go backward until your back made contact with the wooden door. You gulped the lump in your throat.
His face inches away from yours. "So your not as innocent as I thought, y/n" he finally broke the silence which only made your eyes widen. That's when he held up your diary with one hand. Shit. He read it. You quickly tried to grab the book off him but it only made him hold it up higher and entirely out of your reach.
"How about we recreate some things, hmm?" he whispered in your ear. A smirk appeared on his face. The tension grew. His hand made its way to your bare waist, goosebumps ran up your spine. You inhaled sharply when his fingers caressed your burning skin.
You stood there with your eyes locked with his. He leaned in closer and closer until his lips were on yours. Your eyes were shut, he kept moving his lips against yours and somehow your body knew how to respond. You raised your hand and placed it on his chest. Tracing his body over the thin material.
His fingers moved up to your swollen lips and brushed over them. "H/n..." you bit your lip when his hands traveled up your shirt. His lips now sucking on your neck. Is this a dream?
It only made you inhale deeper.
