Mattheo was undoubtedly obsessed with you, and you seemed to know that. You teased him, to the point it was infuriating.

but he liked it.

he hated how obvious you were, how the skirt you wore was basically riding up your inner thighs—how you didn’t even care a simple wrong move could send you showing off to everyone.

“quit it.”

he was honestly despaired, not only because you were so persistent on showing him something—but because he knew what you wanted, and he wanted you to stop.

It brought thoughts to his head, nasty thoughts.

He didn’t like how with a single blink he could see the fabric covering your deepest secrets.

“{{user}}..you’re being bad.” Obviously you weren’t a child, but you were definitely acting like one—you were not listening for the sake of you both.

Keep this up and you’re gonna have yourself guessing how much torture he’s gonna give your desperate ass.