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mattheo

reward

little witch

who's gonna fuck you like me? ex bf mattheo 18+!

at the same damn time (+theo)

keep talking

favourite student

distraction

use me

obsessed w/ you -3

Bitch! 18+

while i’m still breathing

oh no.. he’s in love! +18

are you sorry now?

theodore

mr “i dont fall inlove” Nott

1 2 3

jealous rage

draco

mattheo’s in trouble… 18+

Mattheo should be furious. He knows he should be. But the thought dissolves the second he feels the slick, velvet heat of your cunt swallowing another inch of his thick cock. Every slow roll of your hips parts your tight walls around him with obscene, wet sounds that echo in the dimly lit room—filthy little noises that make his abs clench and his wrists strain uselessly against the enchanted binds.

He looks devastating like this, dark curls damp with sweat, full lips parted, those big brown eyes blown wide with lust as he stares up at you. His gaze is locked on the place where your bodies meet, watching in helpless fascination as your glistening pussy stretches around his girth, taking him so fucking deep.

“Are you sorry now, baby?” you purr, voice dripping with mock sweetness.

Sorry?

The word barely registers through the fog of pleasure. Mattheo’s hips twitch upward, chasing the tight, dripping friction, but you lift yourself just enough to deny him. A low, guttural groan rips from his chest as your soaked walls drag torturously along every veined inch of him.

Right. The fight. The sharp words that had led to you pushing him down, tying his wrists to the headboard while he was still half-hard and lazy from the shower.

He tugs hard against the magical restraints, the ache in his shoulders nothing compared to the throbbing need pulsing between his legs. “No,” he growls, voice rough and stubborn, eyes narrowing even as his cock twitches hard inside you.

Your movements slow to a maddening crawl—barely rocking now, just enough to keep his fat cock nestled deep, kissing your cervix with every teasing shift. The denial makes his jaw clench, a frustrated snarl curling his lips.

The argument had been your fault—at least that’s what he kept telling himself. You’d convinced yourself he was staring too long at the pretty bartender in Hogsmeade, the way his dark eyes had dragged slowly up and down her body while you were mid-sentence. Never mind the ridiculous sparklers glittering in her hair or the crowded pub. He’d looked. And that had been enough.

But none of that mattered now.

Mattheo had already been denied his third orgasm, and he was falling apart beneath you. Sweat glistened across his forehead and chest, a few salty drops sliding down the sharp cut of his jaw. Every frustrated roll of his hips made his abs flex hard under glistening skin, the defined ridges tightening and rippling in a way that made you want to sink your teeth into him.

“If you say so, pretty boy,” you whispered, voice sweet and cruel.

A broken, pathetic moan tore from his throat at the pet name. His thick cock throbbed violently inside your soaked, creamy cunt, stretching you open with every desperate twitch. He bucked up hard, trying to bury himself deeper into that slick, velvety heat, but you kept control—hovering just enough to deny him the friction he craved.

“Ah—fuck!” His teeth clenched so hard the muscle in his jaw jumped. “Just fucking move already.”

His tone was raw anger, edged with frustration, but his big brown eyes told a different story—dark, glassy, and pleading like a desperate, needy dog. His wrists strained violently against the enchanted binds, veins standing out along his forearms as another bead of sweat rolled down his temple. The wet, obscene sound of your dripping pussy sliding lazily along his swollen cock filled the room, teasing him mercilessly with every slow grind.

“You think that pretty bartender would fuck you good?” You rolled your hips in a slow, deliberate circle, letting him feel every inch of your dripping cunt squeezing around his thick cock. “Think her pussy would feel better than mine, baby?”

“You’re fucking crazy,” Mattheo whined, the words cracking into a desperate moan. His hands twitched violently against the enchanted binds, fingers flexing uselessly as he fought to touch you.

You wanted to snap back, but your second orgasm was already building fast and hot, electric pressure coiling low in your belly. Mattheo’s dark eyes watched with raw envy as your hand slid down your sweat-slicked body to rub tight, messy circles over your swollen, puffy clit.

“Please—no, please,” he begged pathetically, voice breaking. “I’m sorry! Okay? I’m fucking sorry. I’ll wear a blindfold in public, I’ll do whatever you want—just please don’t cum again. Don’t make me hold it, baby, please—”

That admission should have been enough. But mercy wasn’t on your mind tonight.

You sank down hard, taking every thick inch of him until your ass met his hips and the fat head of his cock pressed brutally against your cervix. A visible bulge swelled in your lower stomach. You pressed your palm over it, feeling the hard, throbbing shape of him so deep inside your guts.

Mattheo’s eyes rolled back, a wrecked groan tearing from his throat as overwhelming pleasure short-circuited his brain. His toes curled tightly, thighs trembling beneath you.

“Princess—baby, please, I-I can’t—”

“You can hold it for me, can’t you?” you whispered hotly against his ear, lips brushing the sensitive shell. Your breath made him shiver hard, goosebumps racing down his sweat-drenched chest and arms. His cock pulsed angrily inside you, dangerously close to the edge.

Tears pricked the corners of his big brown eyes, making them glassy and desperate. He’d let you ruin him all night if you’d just let him touch you.

“I-I’ll do anything, sweetheart—nngh, please!”

“Sweetheart?” You laughed softly, cruelly. “I thought I was crazy?”

“You’re both—fuck—I love you, please—!”

You started bouncing.

Lewd, wet squelching sounds filled the room every time you lifted up and slammed back down, your creamy pussy stretching obscenely around his thick, veined cock. Mattheo could see it all—how your slick folds dragged along his glistening shaft, how your stomach bulged with every brutal drop. Your breath came faster, sharper, your walls fluttering and milking him with rhythmic pulses as your orgasm drew dangerously close.

A loud, broken moan tore from Mattheo’s throat, raw and guttural enough to echo through the stone walls and probably wake half the castle. His hips jerked violently upward as his vision whited out completely. Thick, hot ropes of his cum flooded your womb in heavy, pulsing spurts, filling you until you felt impossibly full. So much of it that it frothed and leaked out around where your stretched pussy clenched greedily around his throbbing cock, mixing with your own earlier releases in a messy, creamy puddle that dripped down his balls and soaked the sheets beneath him.

You frowned disapprovingly, refusing to let him ride out the high in peace. Instead, you ground down harder, rolling your hips in tight, deliberate circles so the sensitive head of his cock dragged against your cervix.

“Ah—! No, no, no—fuck, please!” Mattheo gasped sharply, his voice cracking into a high-pitched whine. His spent cock twitched and jerked inside you with painful overstimulation, every tiny movement sending electric shocks through his overworked nerves. His abs were locked tight, thighs trembling uncontrollably beneath you, sweat pouring down his heaving chest.

“Aww, that’s okay baby,” you cooed sweetly, still grinding slow and deep on his hypersensitive length. “You’d hate for me to be unsatisfied, wouldn’t you?”

“Untie me—fuck, I’ll make you cum all night, I just— I can’t—ah! Please!” His words dissolved into another pathetic, broken moan as you clenched around him deliberately. Fresh tears glistened in the corners of his glassy brown eyes, one finally slipping free and sliding down his flushed cheek.

“Oh baby,” you purred, leaning down to lick the salty tear from his skin, “you’re making me cum all night anyway. That’s what bad boys get, hm?”

Mattheo’s head fell back against the pillow, dark curls plastered to his forehead with sweat. His chest rose and fell in ragged pants, every breath shaky as his oversensitive cock continued to pulse weakly inside your soaked, cum-filled heat. The overstimulation was bordering on too much his body twitching and jolting with every shift of your hips, soft, desperate whimpers slipping from his swollen lips despite how hard he tried to bite them back.

Finally, you reached up and released the enchanted binds with a whispered word. The moment his wrists were free, Mattheo’s arms wrapped around you with desperate strength, fingers digging almost bruisingly into your hips and lower back as he pulled you flush against his overheated, trembling body. Another tear slipped from the corner of his eye as he buried his face in your neck, breathing you in like a drowning man.

Xoxo.

Die in a fire!

kudos!

fwb! Mattheo realizing he’s in love while inside you..

Mattheo’s stomach twisted violently, a sickening churn of nausea warring against the molten pleasure licking down his spine with every slow, lazy roll of your hips. The early morning light filtered weakly through the heavy green drapes of his dorm, casting everything in a hazy, forbidden glow. He’d only meant to sneak you in for a quick fuck last night. Instead, he’d woken up with your naked body curled warm and soft against his chest, your breath ghosting over his collarbone.

Friends with benefits. That’s all this was. All he’d ever allow it to be.

But fuck… every time his gaze dragged over your sleepy face—lashes casting shadows on your flushed cheeks, lips still swollen from his kisses, hair a wild, sex-messy tangle across his pillow—something dangerous tightened in his chest. His eyes traced the trail of dark red marks he’d sucked and bitten into your shoulders and throat last night, and a fresh wave of possessive heat flooded his veins.

He couldn’t deny it anymore.

Not when your slick, velvety heat was slowly grinding down on his cock like you owned every inch of him.

He should quicken the pace. Flip you over, pin your wrists above your head, and fuck into you fast and brutal the way he did with every other meaningless body he’d ever had beneath him. Hard, dirty, impersonal. That’s what this was supposed to be.

But he couldn’t.

This felt too slow, too intimate, too dangerously close to everything he’d sworn he’d never let himself have.

Your soft, breathy whimpers brushed hot against the shell of his ear as your head rested lazily on his shoulder, your arms wrapped around his neck while your fingers idly played with the dark curls at his nape. Every slow grind of your hips dragged your slick, fluttering walls along the thick length of his cock, pulling a low, guttural groan from deep in his chest.

Fuck… were you always this tight? This scorching hot and velvety around him? This fucking perfect?

Had he always felt like he was choking back a confession every time you touched him like this?

It had to be the sleep deprivation. That was the only explanation. He’d kept you up all night, fucking you over and over again like a man possessed — burying himself deep, keeping you puffy, dripping, and stuffed full of his cum until the early hours. And now here you were, still sensitive and swollen from hours of use, riding him with these lazy, sinful rolls of your hips while the rest of the dorm slept.

“Feels so deep, Matty—” The breathy little nickname hit him like a curse. Mattheo groaned low in his throat, his hands sliding possessively to grip your hips, fingers digging into soft flesh. Yet he didn’t change the pace. He kept the slow, devastating rhythm you’d set, letting his thick cock drag through your slick, fluttering walls with every lazy roll of your hips.

He was so fucking deep. He could feel every greedy spasm of your pussy clenching around him, still molded perfectly to his shape after he’d fucked you raw all night.

“Being s’good for me, takin me so well baby,” he rasped before he could stop himself.

Baby? Fuck. He really was losing his mind. Your tight, dripping cunt was short-circuiting his brain, making him want to whisper sweet shit in your ear, hold your hand in the corridors like some lovesick fool, and claim you where everyone could see.

You squeezed around him again. Hot, silky, and deliberate, and a broken sound tore from his chest. Suddenly he was desperate to make you feel good again, to hear your little gasps and moans. He tightened his arms around you, crushing your chest flush against his as he started lazily thrusting up to meet your hips, driving his cock even deeper with each slow, filthy stroke.

“Cum for me, princess,” Mattheo whispered, voice rough and low. “Let me feel you.”

He couldn’t even panic about the pet name slipping out or the four-letter word lodged in his throat like a confession he refused to speak. Instead, he slid one hand into your messy hair, tugging your head back firmly so he could kiss you. It was deep, messy, and desperate, all tongue and teeth and raw need as he swallowed every whimper falling from your lips.

Your orgasm hit you without warning.

Your walls clamped down around his cock like velvet steel, pulsing and fluttering wildly as pleasure ripped through you. A quiet cry tore from your throat into his mouth while your whole body trembled against him, slick heat gushing around his thick length. Mattheo groaned into the kiss, hips stuttering as he fucked you through it with those same slow, punishing strokes.

“Fuck— I-I want your cum too-” you gasped against his lips, voice wrecked and needy. “Please! Cum with me—”

The raw, intimate plea shattered what little control he had left. With a guttural moan, Mattheo buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick ropes of hot cum spilling deep inside you as your pussy milked every last drop from him. The pleasure was blinding, white-hot, and far too intense for something that was supposed to be casual.

Both of you were left panting, breathless, bodies slick with sweat and trembling in the aftermath.

You curled into him immediately, boneless and sated, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck like you belonged there. Your lips brushed against his damp skin as you mumbled sleepily, “Five more minutes…”

Mattheo’s arms tightened around you instinctively, one hand stroking slow circles down your bare spine while the other cradled the back of your head. His heart hammered violently in his chest — not just from the orgasm, but from the terrifying realization that he didn’t want to let you go. Ever.

He wanted this. Wanted to keep you right here, warm and soft and full of his cum. Wanted to walk into Charms with you and secretly think about how his spend was still leaking out of you beneath your skirt. Wanted to hold you like this for the rest of his fucking life.

But he swallowed it all down, burying the dangerous words deep where they couldn’t escape. Instead, he pressed a lingering kiss to your temple, voice hoarse as he whispered:

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