'Never been the type to
Let someone see right through'
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It was Monday once again.
Mattia felt like a sinner who needed saving and whom did he want to save him? The one and only Kairi.
He still felt slightly awkward around Kairi and he didn't understand why. He couldn't even look him in the eyes after the whole situation on Saturday .
He was also kind of pissed because Kairi pretended like nothing had ever happened.
He didn't know how he felt himself so he didn't understand why he was mad about Kairi pretending nothing happened. "Mattia!" There before him stood the one person he needed to see at that moment. Angela.
"Oh, hey Angie." "So I was wondering if you wanted to have some fun second period?" Mattia looked down at his phone and scrolled through his insta.
"Sure babe, meet me by the janitors closet upstairs when the bell rings." "Okay" when Mattia looked up he seen the last person he wanted to. Kairi.
"I thought you said you were done with hookups during school?" Mattia rolled his eyes "I'm eighteen years old, I can do whatever the fuck I want, get the fuck off my back bro." Kairi was a bit taken back at the others attitude and it was quite obvious.
"Yea you're right, heh, I'm sorry." Kairi just smiled softly and walked away.
Mattia just sighed and met Angela by the janitors closet.
"I was beginning to think you wouldn't show." Mattia smirked and wrapped his arm around her waist. "Now you know I wouldn't leave you hanging like that baby"
He leaned down to kiss her, and when their lips met it didn't feel right. He felt so empty but continued none the less. He shoved her in the closet.
His lips still on hers, his hands on her waist caressing her skinny body. It wasn't like Kairis though. It was skinny yea, but Kairi was skinny and curvy.
Mattia was trying to get him out of his head but it wouldn't happen. When he kissed her he thought of Kairis thin yet soft looking lips against his, and when she caressed his hair all he thought about was Kairis small, and soft hands playing with his hair.
He knew this was wrong. He felt it. But he couldn't stop.
He slid his hands down he waist to her ass, but when he squeezed, there was barely anything there.
Five minutes passed, her skirt was now by her ankles she was bent over a random desk while Mattia fucked her.
He hated it.
Her hair was a mess, her lipstick was all over Mattias hand since he had tried to keep her quiet, and they weren't good to hear anyway.
"U-ugh, daddy. Ha-harder" Mattia cringed internally but then thought of Kairi. Oh how he wished Kairi was the one calling him daddy.
Not some nasty bitch who made him softer than Liberace in the playboy mansion. (A/n if you get the reference I love you 🥺)
His mind wandered once again to Kairi. He thought about how he wished it was him pressed against this desk.
How he would fuck him in the most softest yet hardest way, make him beg and cry for more. How he'd pound into him until his legs were shaking.
He couldn't understand why he was thinking these things. He had a averagely attractive girl lying there before him to use yet all he could think about was pounding his best friend from behind.
Nothing about that screams "straight" well at least not to Mattia.
