𝔰𝔪𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔶𝔟𝔞𝔢

FRIDAY NIGHT

I sit in my boyfriends lap, his back resting against my headboard. His veiny, silver ringed hands move up and down my bare thighs, teasing up to the bands of my panties, but never any further. My eyes are focused on the screen, pussy getting wetter and wetter every second GhostFace is on the tv.

Mattheo notices the way my body begins to stir, feeling a familiar throb when I move a certain way. He wonders if he’s just acting on his own arousal, but once he hears me whine lowly, he pauses the tv— Right on GhostFace, who’s titling his head with a bloody knife in his hand, fuck sake.

“What’s wrong, princess?” Mattheo whispers into my ear, his sexy voice making the situation worse, the way he says it accusingly, like he already knows. “Nothing, love.” I hum softly, forcing myself to stare directly at the tv, even though it’s making me ten times fucking worse. I feel my clit throb faster and harder, making it difficult for me to stay still, and remain calm.

He knows i’m lying, his hand moving around to fully touch my panties now, pressing against the front of them, my gasp loud and messy, his laugh following quickly after. “You’re so wet baby. Can feel how soaked you’ve gotten, but what for?” My boyfriend whispers teasingly, lips grazing over my ear. I try to deny whatever he’s implying, but he cuts me off by drawing circles on my clit, through my panties. “Hm?” He asks, roughly grabbing a handful of my hair, causing me to whine, throwing my body into his hand.

“Baby—“ I whisper, voice barely audible. He makes his circles harsher, and I spasm in his arms, throwing my head back onto his shoulder, giving him better hold on my hair. “Shh. I know. I’m not stupid darling girl.” Mattheo says through a proud smirk, “Yeah, I know you’re wet over GhostFace.”

“I— No, Matty—“ He covers my mouth with his free hand, “That’s why you made me go as GhostFace for Halloween? Made me take nudes in it for you?”

I squirm, feeling his fingers finally snapping under the band of my panties, sliding his fingers across my wet, sticky slit, moaning at the sounds it makes. “I’m not mad, baby. You can’t help that you’re a horny little slut.” He laughs out, his index finger touching my clit, pressing down on it. I shake in his arms, and he yanks my head back further by my hair. “I want you to tell me.” He demands, moving his hand from my mouth.

“You’re right, Mattheo.” I tell him, looking up at him through doe eyes, to which he pulls me back rougher, placing harsh pressured circles against my already sensitive clit. “I know. Tell me what I’m right about, y/n.” My boyfriend huffs, and I squint my eyes shut.

“Fucking look at me, yeah?” He spits, raising his voice, body jumping in his grip. “Come on baby, be a good girl and you’ll get whatever you want from me.” Mattheo softens his tone, and his words, “Baby please. I need to hear you say it.”

“GhostFace turns me on, I imagine it’s you under the mask, because—“ I stop, shying away from his soft, needy eyes that stare so intently at me, whilst he toys with my needy throbs. “Fucking tell me, fuck.. I’m gonna stop touching you if you don’t say it, and you can go to bed dealing with that messy cunt of yours. Hm?” He threatens, tone bratty, clearly he’s getting desperate.

“Yeah? Then you’re gonna have to go to bed with your even messier cock. Bet you’ve got precum everywhere, huh Mattheo?” I bite back, and he gets off me abruptly. My eyes follow him, as he leaves my dorm. “Mattheo!” I call out.

The door clicks shut and I whine, too needy not to touch myself, replacing his touch. My fingers waste no time in delving into my hole, pumping quickly inside, curling just like Mattheos would. I throw my head back into the pillow, “Fuck, Mattheo!” I cry out, arching my back off the bed.

Mattheo walks back into my dorm, but i’m fingers deep inside my pussy, moaning and stuttering his name out, throwing my body onto my fingers. He slams the door, holding his GhostFace mask, from halloween, in his right hand, clipping the machine to the black shirt he threw on in his dorm, turning it on before stomping over to the bed.

“What the fuck are you doing, y/n?” GhostFace voices sounds in my head, and before I can even look up, my hands are pulled away from in between my thighs, held up over my head. “Really couldn’t wait five fucking minutes? Had to finish yourself off?” He asks, pulling the GhostFace mask over his head, making me moan uncontrollably, squirming to get away, but he doesn’t budge.

I SIT IN CLASS, Lorenzo Berkshire sitting beside me. We laugh with one another the whole lesson, barely getting any work done. The class ends, and we part ways at the door, but before I can head off in the direction of my next class, strong arms wrap around me.

I’m slammed against a wall, a blonde, blue eyed man towering over me, caging me against the wall. “What the fuck, y/n?!” He spits out angrily, and I have myself pondering on what I did to make this fool angry this time. Perhaps I breathed too heavily? Or maybe I didn’t follow his rule of staying away from his friends? Too bad.

“Flirting with Enzo, how much more a slut can you be?” He asks, and my instincts kick in, I slap him fair across the face. “In case you’re wondering; yeah, you did deserve that. You know damn fucking well I’m far from a slut, so stop being stupid and tell me why you’re angry at me. Use your big boy words.” I retort, degrading him as I speak. I don’t care. He’s an asshole.

He presses his front into me, hard cock touching my stomach. I inhale a sharp breath, looking away from him, quickly avoiding eye contact. Draco huffs aloud, “Look at me.” I ignore him. I feel his veiny hand travel up my skirt, squeezing my ass, “Fucking look at me before I make you.”

Our eyes lock once again, a nervous look flashing through mine. He shakes his head. “Now you’re gonna act innocent? Fucking hell. You know why I’m fucking angry, come on, use your big girl brains.” He mocks right back, and I almost die in laughter, but somehow, I manage to bite my tongue.

“I hate when you give other people attention. I want your fucking attention, and you can’t even give me that.” He spits, and I cup his face. “I’m sorry-“ He cuts me off, “Prove it.”

“What?” I ask, he pushes me down onto my knees. “Suck my cock. Show me how sorry you are.”

I do as told, undoing his zipper, dragging his pants down just enough to pull his cock from his boxers. His moans are heard as I touch only the material, palming him ever so slightly. The boy moans as if he’s in my mouth already, tip hitting the back of my throat; it’s not. “You’re already crying, i’ve barely touched you.”

He bends down, picking me up, rushing us to his dorm. “I’ll be too loud, keep going here.” Draco, the tough, rich man tells me. I laugh at him and he whines. “Come on, don’t.”

“I’m not sucking your cock until you tell me with your words that you like me.” I tell him, his eyes sparking with anger. “Are you that oblivious? Fucking hell. Like you? I don’t like you.”

“I love you, look at me. I love you. Stop acting like you don’t know. You know. Merlin, every cunt in this castle knows. They all knew, even before me.”

Draco Malfoy confesses love for me, slamming me onto his bed seconds after, lips crashing in a bruising kiss with mine. The two of us grip each others clothes, desperate for them to be taken off. We groan against one another, pulling and pulling until the both of us are naked, skin to skin.

His fingers find my pussy, and before I know it, they’re pumping in and out of me. “Look at me, fucking hell, look at me whilst I finger your cunt.” His lewd voice spits, staring down at me, my face scrunched up as I cry loud moans out at him. My eyes meet his, and he moans with each thrust of his fat fingers. Throughout it, he tells me how beautiful I am. It’s a soft, yet rough moment.

His movements are like torture, but his words are sweet like honey, filled with love. I whine, getting closer to my own climax, but he pulls his fingers out of me, replacing them with the tip of his cock. I cry out whines as he teases the tip against my entrance.

“Oh fuck you.” I cry, to which he responds by slamming deep inside me, slapping my thigh. “Fuck you? I am, baby. Come on, use your big girl brains.” He taunts.

Draco Malfoy, my enemy since first year hovers over me, his cock slamming in and out of me repeatedly, at a ludicrous pace. It causes me to twitch, squirm, and scream in his bed. The blonde boy eats it up, moaning with me, thumb drawing circles around my already swollen clit, refusing to let me cum. Claiming I don’t deserve it yet, he hasn’t heard enough moans to convince him.

monday.

She sleeps peacefully in the bed I made for her, her long hair lying across the pillows. My heart feels warm again, having her in my presence. I hated being away from her, it was like torture. I’ve always felt like she was my soulmate, as she was the one person I could ever feel love for. Everybody else was irrelevant, nobody else mattered. She was the only woman I wanted, she was the woman I was going to have.

“Y/n..” I speak softly, watching as she remains still in the comfort of the two blankets wrapped around her. My body inches toward the bed, hands clutching as the covers, slowly pulling them off her, revealing her sexy little body.

Her massive boobs squashed against the mattress, shorts riding up her fat ass, almost making me lose all control then and there. My cock throbs against the fabric of my grey sweats, beads of sweat dripping down my face. My veiny hands run up the pale skin of her thighs, the cold metal of my rings causing her to stir, shivering before my eyes. As she squirms, my hand falls in between her thighs and I groan, slowly tugging at her shorts.

I toss them over my shoulder, letting them land on the ground somewhere behind me. Pre-cum leaks from the tip of my cock, a wet feeling spurting in my boxers. Y/n has a red thong on, the same red thong I brought for her. “Fuck you’re a good little slut,” I moan, slipping two fingers under the band of her panties.

My index finger teases her soaking wet slit, her breaths croaking in her throat. Her body moves against my fingers, begging me for more. My thumb finds her swollen clit, drawing harsh laps of circles around it. Y/n’s back arches off the mattress, mouth parting “Mattheo.” She moans softly. I glance back to her face, her eyes are still shut; she’s still asleep. “Mhmm, y/n wake up.” I moan back, free hand squeezing her thigh, pinching her skin in between my rings.

I push a finger inside her pussy, watching as her eyes open abruptly. Her blue eyes meet mine, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip in attempt to suppress her pretty sounds. My free hand slaps her clit, eyes darkening as I glare down at the girl before me. “Don’t fucking do that, I wanna hear you slut.” I spit out, her head nodding in response.

I add a second finger, pumping them in and out of her, curling them as I repeatedly hit all her sweet spots, over and over. “F-Fuck I can’t, I need to cum!” She huffs out, walls tightening around my fingers. I’m quick to pull them out of her, denying her of any release.

“Ah, ah, ah! You’ll cum when I tell you to, understood?” I taunt, smirk widening as she cries out a whiny “Yes sir.”

I bring my fingers to my lips, licking her sweet juices off them. She cries out moans below me, but I ignore her, hand digging into the thick skin of her thigh. “Mattheo, why am I here?” She croaks, licking her lips. I laugh at her question, the way she asks so scared-like sends thrills through me. My hard on is so obvious now, due to the way my fingers felt inside her, and the way her sweet body reacted to my touch, melting into me just like she used to; so naturally.

“This is the only way I could get you to fucking listen to me, y/n.” I reply, climbing on top of her, lips grazing over hers. She pouts them to me, wanting my lips on hers, but I move back. “You know you’re mine, don’t you?” I ask, placing a peck on her jawline. Her shaky voice replies, “No.. Not anymore.”

My eyebrows raise at her statement, anger rising in my chest. “You’re a liar.”

She shakes her head at me, attempting to move away from my kisses. I wrap my hand around her throat, brown eyes locked on her face. “You know you’re fucking mine, y/n. Don’t deny it.” I growl, squeezing her neck in my grasp. Her eyes roll back, “I’m not yours!” The girl below me shouts back. Anger sets in me and I pull away from her body, breathing heavily as I keep my eyes on her, watching as she brings herself up into seating position.

“Who’s are you then, huh?” I ask, sitting at the end of the bed, hand resting on her ankle. Y/n remains quiet, her face bright red as she looks back at me. My face flashes red with anger, “Fucking answer me, brat!” I shout, watching as she jumps due to my raised voice. The girls lip quivers, words that fall from her lips silent and stuttered. “I-“ She huffs, “I have a boyfriend.” She tells me, trying her best to sound tough and certain.

“Oh yeah? How do you think little Adrian would react knowing I had my fingers inside your pussy?” I tease, smirking, “How do you think he’ll react knowing I had you almost crying, asking me to cum? You think he’d feel good about that.. knowing his innocent little girlfriend almost came on her ex boyfriends fingers?” I ask her, to which she stays silent.

The room falls silent, the two of us staring into one another’s eyes. Her heart beats against her chest, body heaving as she struggles to remain calm. Little does she know that’s she’s already failed. I see right through her tough act; I know she knows that she’s mine, and she always fucking will be. No one could ever make her react the way I do when I touch her, when I tease her with my fingers, my cock, my lips, and my fingers.. They would all know if she just gave it up and enjoyed herself. If she let me love her fully, show her how much I care about her. Then we’d all know who she belongs to.

She leaps up from the mattress, arms wrapping around me, lips landing on mine. Our lips mix together, my hands desperately groping at whatever parts I can get to, her hands do the same, sliding up my shirt, feeling over the muscles on my back.

“I need you so bad, fuck.. I’ve needed you for so long.” She confesses in a weak cry, whimpering her words into my mouth. I smirk, laying her back against the mattress. She groans, feeling my hard on through my pants. Y/n ruts her body against mine, my cock grinding against her barely clothed pussy. Our sounds mix together, her nails scratching long marks into my back. Every single move we make is the same, our bodies finally coming together, the two of us allowing pleasure to fill us.

“Let me put my cock inside you, hm?” I ask, my kisses leading down her jaw. She nods, “Put your cock inside me sir.”

I laugh, tugging my pants and boxers off. “There’s my good little fucking girl!” I almost shout, cock springing up to my belly button. She admires the pre-cum leaking from my pink tip, her hand wrapping around it, thumb applying pressure to the throbbing length. “Fuck princess.” I cry, eyes rolling to the back of my head as she touches my aching dick.

“Mhm I’ve missed your pretty cock, Mattheo.” She moans in response, guiding it toward her dripping entrance. I collapse against her, head falling into the crook of her neck, lips placing sloppy kisses into her. My tip slides past her folds, the rest of me pushing inside of her. The two of us cry out in sync, allowing the pain and pleasure to mix together.

Once I’m fully inside her, her hands retreat to my back, scratching me as I begin pumping in and out of her.

new girl. I’ve never really liked people, all my life, I’ve tried my hardest to steer away from them. There’s a few that I tolerate, but other than that, I don’t wish to be associated with anyone else. Not that I’m stuck up, it’s just people often make me uncomfortable. I’m an awkward person, which has quickly turned me into an introvert. My social anxiety always gets the better of me, and I just let it.

Seeing as I’m the new girl, I’m the talk of the school. Random people come over and introduce themselves to me, but I never remember their names. Some even tell me gossip, it’s never really interesting, seeing as I know no one at this school. Other than my twin sister, Luna. The two of us are alike, we aren’t really ‘people persons’ and we kind of like it that way.

I remember some random girl telling me about this one boy- Actually, she was warning me about him. Mattheo Riddle, a dangerous boy who has no remorse. I can’t help but wonder if he’s actually dangerous. Is Mattheo Riddle really as cruel as they make out? Or do they judge him based off his family? I understand that. People think Luna and I are weird, seeing as our family is portrayed as weird. We don’t care, none of us care. Father says it’s a good way to live; not caring about what others think of one’s existence, to live a happy life, and discard of any negativity. People think he’s crazy, I think he’s wise, and misunderstood.

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I head down the hall, staring down at a piece of parchment in the palm of my hand. The parchment has all my classes written on it, but fails to say where exactly they’re taken place. My eyes roll, wrist flipping to check the watch. I’m already ten minutes late, and it’s my first fucking class. As I turn yet another corner, my body collides with another’s. The smack of our bodies almost knocks me over, but strong arms catch me, pulling me back onto flat feet. I look up, my blue eyes locking with his deep brown ones.

The boy has curly hair, scars on both his face and neck, and a plump pair of lips. He easily towers over me, arms still wrapped around my body, boobs smooshed against his chest. They slightly ache from the force of the hit.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying any attention to where I was going- I’m lost.” I speak clearly, not stuttering a bit. Which is unusual when speaking to someone new, someone as pretty as him. There’s a comforting aura that swims around this boy, something that sets me to be at ease. Although, my heart beats ten times faster, blush no doubt painting my cheeks bright red- But I believe that’s just because he’s so breathtaking. The curly haired offers a slight smile, nodding his head. “It’s fine,” His deep voice speaks, sending shivers to erupt throughout my entire body.

“What class do you have, I can show you to it?” He suggests, pulling one of his hands off my hip, taking my parchment from my hands. I’m quick to notice the veins in his hands, causing my pussy to drench with my own arousal, throbbing with need for a stranger. The word “pathetic” echoes in my mind a million times over.

The stranger chuckles, eyes flickering back to meet mine. “Don’t be so hard on yourself little one, it’s okay to be turned on.” He whispers. My whole body freezes at his tease, face flushing an even brighter red. “Come on lovegood, let’s get you to class?”

“Who are you?” I question, standing still to the spot. “Mattheo Riddle.”

I stare into his eyes, examining every part of him. In the five minutes the two of us have spoken, I’ve failed to find anything slightly ‘dangerous’ about him. My eyes roll, the rumours that spread pissing me off already. He huffs, “I’m assuming you’ve heard. I’m not as scary as they all make me out to be, y/n.” He tells you, sounding desperate for me to believe him.

I laugh a loud laugh, “Scary? My gosh, you’re divine!”

Mattheo stares down at me, pure shock written across his face. He leans down, smashing his lips onto mine, arms wrapping around my body once again. I kiss back twice as hard, allowing him to push me up against a near wall. Our hands begin moving all over one another’s bodies, far out of our control now, the two of us moaning in one another’s mouths.

“The- The bell will ring soon.” I state, pulling away from his kisses. He takes your hand in his, dragging me toward the abandoned girls lavatory. Mattheo effortlessly picks me up, placing me onto the nearest sink. My legs wrap around his torso, back arching as I pull him closer, feeling his hard on through his school trousers. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone so fucking bad before, y/n.” He whispers, kissing leading down toward your neck.

The boy begins biting, sucking, licking and kissing a purple mess into the skin of my neck, moaning as he does so. I throw my head back, letting it bang against the mirror behind me, my moans echoing throughout the bathroom. “Fuck, please!” I cry, grabbing his arm in my tight grip, fingernails digging into his tanned skin.

“Please what? Use your fucking words.” Mattheo demands, harshly slapping your thigh. “Touch me, please!” I cry out, guiding his hand underneath my skirt. He chuckles, biting one last harsh kiss into me before pulling back.

“Touch you where, y/n? I’m not a mind reader.” He taunts, knowing damn well he is a mind reader.

I huff an annoyed huff, sighing as I stare into his lust filled eyes. “There.” I tell him, pulling his hand further. He squeezes my thigh, eyes hardening as he glares down at me, warning me to use my words once again. “My pussy, please.. touch my pussy.”

“Was that so hard, hm?” He questions me, eyebrows raising as his thumb rubs soft circles on my clothed clit. “F-Fuck up!” I whine out, feeling my breaths get caught up in my throat. His free hand wraps around my neck, pushing me further into the coldness of the mirror. “Swear at me again, I fucking dare you.” Mattheo demands, slight smirk as my face turns red again.

“I’m not scared of you.” I choke on my own words, trying my best to put up a fight. His eyebrows raise, hand pulling away from my neck. “Yeah? Not scared of me?” He questions me, tilting his head, curls flopping to the side. I nod back at him, gulping a loud gulp. It’s clear that I am very much scared of him, but he’s seeming to ignore that, focusing rather on the fact that I’m testing him.

He uses his free hand to swiftly undo his belt, allowing the metal to smack against the floor below him. The sound of his zipper unzipping sends shivers up my spine, body moving backwards, knowing what’s about to happen. His other hand moves away from my panties, gripping my thigh, holding me in place, eyes locked with mine. I breathe heavily, watching his every move. “But maybe, you’re scared of this?” He speaks up again, holding his long, fat, and veiny cock in his hand.

My mouth falls open in shock, both at the size and girth of him. Mattheo’s hand wanders underneath my skirt once more, a finger slipping under the band of my panties, inching toward my soaking wet pussy. I feel a finger slip deep inside me, my arousal coating it. I wince, eyes rolling back. “You’re so tight, I’m not sure my cock will fit.” He taunts, smirking devilishly. “But you’re gonna take it anyways, right? Cause you’re not scared of me, right?”

“I- Mattheo..” I whisper, lip quivering as my whole body shakes, chest heaving as my breaths come out uneven. “Speak up.” His harsh voice echoes throughout the empty bathroom, eyes squinting as he leans closer to me. Mattheo discreetly slips another finger inside me, pumping out a harsh rhythm. My cries fall ignored, his cock hardening as he slowly strokes it to the sound of my echoing sobs. “Not so tough now, are you?” He asks, lips grazing past the shell of my ear.

“Such a whiny slut, hm y/n? Who knew you were a crier.”

“Mattheo.” I grunt out, pushing him back, forcing him to look back into my eyes. “Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me, and I’ll give it to you, huh?” Mattheo whispers, cooing even. The softness in his voice provides me with a calming feeling to spread throughout my entire body. “Fuck me, fuck me please sir?” I finally let out, needy eyes looking deep into his, body grinding into his fingers.

“Mhmm, my needy little fucking slut- You want my cock? Say it again.”

“Fuck me sir, put your fucking cock inside me!” I scream at the top of my lungs, back arching once more. His hand retreat back to his side, fingers sliding out of my pussy, a trail of my own juices leaking with them. Mattheo pulls my panties down, shoving them in his pocket. I feel his pink tip align with my entrance, and with no warning, he snaps his hips, pushing himself balls deep in my aching hole.

Our moans mix together, his veiny hands holding onto my thighs, in attempt to keep himself steady. His cock thrusts inside me, like a fucking hammer. It’s to long, so big, I fear it might rip into my stomach. The two of us stare into one another’s eyes, my hands landing on top of his. “S-So beautiful..” I whisper, feeling weak already. “Mhm good girl, look at me, keep going.” He encourages, squeezing my hand.

“Come on baby, look at me. Fucking look at me.”

Monday Morning.

Voices echoed around the room. The voices were heard in front of him, behind him, but not beside him. For the first time in three years, her seat remained empty, chair tucked under the desk- Just like she left it. Mattheo felt odd not having her there, but slowly, he shrugged it off, convincing himself that she’d show up any second.

The class dragged on, the doors opened and closed, but she never walked in. It was like this for the rest of the day, no one had seen her.

His overthinking won and his anxiety set in, the echo of his footsteps following him down the quiet hallways. With a mumble of the password, the doors swung open, allowing him access. The curly haired boy wasted no time in hurrying up those steps, rushing toward her bedroom. His veiny hand clutches onto the handle, knees buckling once his dark eyes spot her limp body lying in a pool of her own blood.

The whole world stops, and he feels a shooting pain coarse throughout his entire body, heart shattering into a million pieces, every ounce of happiness he possessed fading away.

People arrived and he somehow gained the strength to get up, stumbling toward the phone booth, tears streaming down his face as he dialled in her mothers number. Her sweet voice was heard on the other side, sounding just like y/n’s. He felt his heart break all over again, as this mother cried on the other side of the phone, repeatedly asking for him to be joking.

Mrs Drew, y/n’s mother, choked on her cries as she informed Mattheo about y/n’s feelings for him. She was in love with him. That’s all it took for him to fully break down, knees dropping to the floor, loud sobs filling the booth.

“I’m so sorry!” The boy cried, begging for her mothers forgiveness. She cried back, telling him never to apologise.

Monday Morning.

The great hall doors sprung open, slamming into the walls. Everybody turned to look, watching as Mattheo Riddles dark eyes scanned the crowded room. Y/n stared at the man who hated her, noticing a change in his demeanour. Today, he didn’t seem unbothered like usual, he actually seemed to be very bothered.

Once their eyes locked, he smiled, a sweet, genuine smile, one that made butterflies swarm her stomach. Her cheeks flushed red, a smile she couldn’t hide forming across her nervous face. Mattheo Riddle walked down from the doors, heading toward her. She watched, eyes following his figure, melting when his hand cupped her cheek.

Mattheo pulled her up from her chair, holding her gently, leaning in until their lips smashed together. Everything changed in that moment, there was no more darkness, it was colourful. The two felt their souls had finally come together, accepting that their meant for each other.

She pulled away from his touch, quick to question what was going on. That’s when he confessed to not only her, but the whole of Hogwarts too. “Y/n, I’m so in love with you.” He told her, holding her so tightly, too afraid to let go.

The girl giggled before him, making his heart do a backflip.

A/N; this is my first fluff, no hate pls 😂😂 also, i haven’t gone over it bc I’m too lazy n half asleep so, ignore any spelling mistakes! thank you for all the support, i love you all.