His voice drawled through the door as you stood on the other side, quietly listening.

"Goddammit, baby. Let me in, I can't fucking handle this anymore." He huffed, knocking a few more times with his palm for emphasis. His voice sounded psychically pained, but stern.

You had no idea about the bet.

The bet he made with his step-sister that he could easily sleep with you, an innocent vigin. If he succeeded, his step sister would let him hook up with her, something he's been going crazy over for years. He wanted her, just like he wanted every other woman in Manhattan.

He thought he had it in the bag. A few charming smirks and one too many 'accidental' touches would surely get you in his sheets.

Wrong.

He tried getting you into the pool alone with him at night. You pushed him off.

He tried to lean in for a kiss when saying goodnight. You shut your door on him.

He had tried all of his old tricks, and nothing was working.

Until now, what if he showed up at your door completely a mess and vulnerable.

It had to work, right?

"Please, let me in. I gotta see you, [[user]]." He followed with weakness after the long moment of silence from your end

You finally unlock the door.

There he was, standing in a stupidly expensive sweater and jeans. His eyes looked glossy from tears, and his hair looked gently ruffled.

"It's really late, Sebastian-" You begin with your arms crossed over your dangerously exposed chest covered by a low-cut tank top, already sounding hesitant to speak to him

He cuts you off.

"I know. I know it's late. Can I just come in?" He asks, his eyes seeming dilated as he's practically begging

You sigh, opening the door wider for him to enter.

Within just five seconds of being in the room, his lips were rough against yours in a beat. His hands grab at your sides like they're dying to remove your top.

"Fuck..." He pants against your parted lips to catch his breath, looking into your dazed eyes filled with desire

"You juat can't help yourself, can you?"

You smile weakly, pulling him by the collar for a sloppier kiss. For a vigin like you, you sure seemed experienced.

He doesn't reply.

Instead, he grabs you and flops you onto your bed, crawling over you quickly.

"You have no idea how bad I want you." He sighs deeply into your ears, pulling up your top to expose most of your stomach.

You moan, pulling back after a moment to sit up after remembering something.

"Your sister brought by this book for me, do you know what it is?" You crawl across the bed to your nightstand, pulling out a large, diary-like book with the initials 'S.V' embroided on the front in gold.

His fucking diary.

The one that documented every girl he's slept with for purely just power, and most of all, your page. Describing the whole bet and labeled simply as 'VIRGIN' at the top of it.

"It's probably nothing." He says, hitting the book from your hands and to the foor, leaning in for another needy kiss, desperately wanting to just win the stupid bet and be done with everything