sex journal [nourry au] [no updates]

// clumsy fingers //

LOUIS
// the flames burn brighter in here //

We go to class after that (algebra!), telling the teacher that there was an emergency we needed to take care of. He accepts the excuse because by now every teacher knows we're best friends, and that if something bad happens to one, the other will be there to help. Niall and I head for our seats, smirking when I feel him pinch my ass before I sit.

After school is going to be fun.

When I sit down, I see Harry's head turned towards me, glancing with a strange expression. I know he knows something is up; or he doesn't? Maybe he's just worried about me?

I hope it's the latter.

The math lesson begins and I try as hard as I can to pay attention, but my mind is just too...sexual right now.

So I take out the journal instead, sneaking it onto my desk. I've written at least a hundred entries by now, the notebook getting ragged and old. Not only that, but a lot of things (unthinkable, filthy things I can only do when I...I guess it just can't handle my sex dreams).

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i had the best fucking sex dream since...god, NEVERMIND! THIS ONE WAS THE BEST. where do i even begin honestly?

so, the dream started out in my bedroom. all the lights are dimmed, but it's not like i could see it anyway because i'm fucking blindfolded. there's a vibrating plug running in my arsehole and my dick is so fucking hard i could cry.

but the best part (wait for it) is when harry comes over and flips me onto his lap, spanking me into bliss.

i swear, it may have been the hottest sex dream i've ever had. when i woke up, my morning wood was so hard i didn't even want to leave my bed. i had to wait until my sisters were all out of the house before dragging myself into the bathroom and getting off.

harry...harry is hot.

god shit...he is so hot.

but niall, oh my god. niall.

the way he pinned me up against those lockers was amazing to a point where i don't even understand it. i could feel my fingers shaking, wanting to rip off his shirt and lick his chest all over.

okay...no. that's graphic. but hot.

the point is, this may have just gotten fifty times harder; i officially want both of them.

this is the best decision i--

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"Mr. Tomlinson?"

I look right up at my math teacher, who is staring down at me as I have my notebook hidden behind my binder.

"I'll take that."

"No..." I murmur, "no no no. You can't take this?"

"Under who's authority?"

"Mine!" I hold the book close to my heart, because if this leaves my hands, I'm finished here, "Look, you can't take this. Give me a detention but please, don't take this!"

"Louis if you don't give the book to me, I'm going to take it and give you a detention."

"Bu-"

"Now."

Oh my god. I give the book to him in defeat, knowing that my algebra teacher holds the key to all my dirty little secrets. My ugly ass, old, haggardly math teacher, has my sex journal. I sink down into my seat, unable to even focus on the lesson.

He has everything. Everything from the journals to the videos.

THE VIDEOS.

My eyes go wide and I feel myself shaking from pure horror, praying that my math teacher doesn't open my journal and read the codes to my videos. Because if he does, dare I say it, I'm selling my soul to Satan and residing in hell.