Mattheo has been in love with Y/n ever since their 3rd year, and pretty much the second they met, Mattheo fell. Hard. But he couldn't help it, i mean, the way her dimples show whenever she giggles or the way her eyebrows furrow when she's confused. He noticed pretty much every single detail of you. Your favorite subjects, favorite candy, favorite color. He didn't mean to be creepy. He was just an observing person.
FLASH BACK...
"Give me my books book!" You had muttered, trying your best to stand up to the two 5th year students who had just taken your books, holding them up, over your head. "Not a chance." One of them smiled viciously, taunting you even more by swinging the books. Then, a flash of white light came, along with someone yelling a hex at them both, instantly knocking them down like dominoes. Your books had been knocked out of their hands, landing directly infront of your feet. You gasped as someone stepped out from behind them.
Mattheo Riddle.
You knew about Mattheo but never actually spoke to him. You knew he had a bad reputation. You knew better than to speak to him.
"Uh.. thank you.." You quickly muttered, picking up your books in a rush. "You're welcome." He says smiling like he's your knight in shining amor. "I'm Mattheo." He says, extending his hand. He didn't bother mentioning his last name in front of you. He didn't want to scare you off like he scared many other kids away. "I'm Y/n." You exclaim, hesitating for a second before shaking his hand. You always believed that there's good in everyone. "Uh, so, how did you manage to knock two fifth years off their feet!?" You question, genuinely curious. "I have my ways." He smirks, leaning against a wall, flashing a cheesy charming smile to you.
Throughout the week, you would constantly bump into Mattheo, leading him to start a conversation and follow you around. You genuinely enjoyed his company. He followed you, kinda like a lost puppy.
It was Friday, and you were minding your business, studying in the libary when Mattheo suddenly popped up, sitting down next to you. "You'll never guess what just happened today!" He says. "Mattheo." You pause. "If you really want to be friends, just ask instead of following me around." You exclaim, looking at him. "Uh, okay." He pauses, clearing his throat. "Would you want to be friends, Y/n?" He asks. You nodded. "Now it's official." You smile. "Anyways, what happened?" You asked him.
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Ever since the 6th year, his crush on you began to grow every time you guys hung out. He tried to give you hints, like not paying attention to any girl but you, showing hints of jealously whenever someone would ask you out in front of him. He even asked you out on valentines Day! But you mistoke it for a friends-valentines day! "Oh, thank you, Mattheo!" You smile, taking the flower bouquet from him. "This is why you're my best friend!" You exclaim, patting his back. His smile turned quickly into a frown. "Yeah.. friends." He quietly muttered.
His stomach always dropped whenever you referred to you guys as simply friends. Mattheo always yearned for you. He didn't want to be just friends. He wanted to be more. He wanted you all to himself. His fists would clenched, his knuckles turning white as he thought back to urge to slam you into the nearest wall and kiss you every time you dared to utter the word "friend."
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It was Saturday, and previously Mattheo had asked you to go to Hogsmeade with me. You agreed.
So you sat at your vanity applying some blush to your cheeks, then you heard a knock at your door. You quickly jolted up to answer it.
"Hi Mattheo!" You smile. Mattheo quickly muttered a quick hello. He felt his cheeks heating up, and it hadn't even been 10 seconds. He smelt your familiar scent lingering in the air. "I'm almost ready. I just need to do my hair. Sit on my bed." You exclaim, going back to your vanity, Mattheo walked over to your bed, sitting down on the edge of it. He watched as you pulled out a hairbrush and a hairtie. He saw your reflection in the mirror holding the hair tie in your mouth as you tied up your hair. His breath hitched as you finally tied up your hair and grabbed your purse. "Okay, I'm ready." You say, heading for the door.
He nodded as you followed you out. "Your awfully quiet." You state, your hands behind your back as he walked beside you. "Oh, sorry. Just a lot on my mind." He forced an apologic smile. "It's fine. I get it." You replied back.
But you don't.
Mattheo wanted to say back. You certainly did not get how hard it was for him. "And before you ask - I'll buy you a ton of chocolate frogs." He chuckled. Every time you guys would go together, you will always beg him to buy you chocolate frogs. "Thank you." You smile, angling your head to look up at him. Mattheo was at least a foot taller than you. "You're welcome." He grinned.
You two arrived at Hogsmeade, the scent of butterbeer, and freshly baked pastries flooded your nostrils.
"Where should we go?" You asked. "Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop?" He suggested. You nodded, grinning. It was one of your favorite places in all of Hogsmeade. You two made your way to the shop, opening the door, a bell jingled as the worker greeted you. You looked at all the food, unsure of what to pick. "Mattheo, I need help. Should I get a pumpkin pastry or sticky toffee pudding?"
"Pumpkin pastry." He replied. You walked up to the counter. "Two pumpkin pastries, please." You said, handing the lady the coins. She quickly took the pastrys from the display and then handed them to you."
"Here." You said, giving Mattheo one. "Thank you, I'm starving!" He sighed in relief, taking a huge bite, devouring the whole thing in a single bite. "You're such an idiot." You chuckled as you took a much smaller bite of the treat. "Three broomsticks next?" You questioned. He nodded, mouth still full of the pumpkin pastry.
You walk in the three broomsticks, seeing some familiar faces from school. "Hi Luna and Neville!" You greet. "Wanna see the socks i bought?" Luna asks you, holding up a pair of fluffy socks with a ladybug pattern on them. "They're so cute!" You exclaim. "Thank you!" She thanks, as she takes a sip of her butterbeer, a mustache of whipped cream appearing on her cheeks. "See you around!" You wave, sitting down at a booth next to Mattheo. Your knees practically touching. The candle in the middle of the table lit up the stone bricks around it. You looked out the window next to you, just simply admiring the scenery. The many students coming out of honeydukes with a variety of sweets in their hands.
Mattheo took this time to his advantage. He sat there, a hand placed under his chin, just staring at you, his eyes burning into you. He saw a loose strand of hair. He extended his hand and placed it behind your ear, making you snap of your trance. You gave him a quick smile. Mattheo felt his heart beating. It was beating so loud he thought you would hear it. Suddenly, the waiter came up to you guys, smiling, her hair slightly greying. "What can I get for you?" She said, gesturing to Mattheo. Mattheo placed his order of a single butterbeer. "And what can I get for your girlfriend?" She smiled. Mattheo quickly slient. His pulse rushing. "Oh, uh." You butted in. "We're actually just friends. And I'll have a butterbeer aswell, thanks." You smiled back like it was the most normal thing ever. "Oh, I'm so sorry! And sure thing." She awkwardly said, writing frantically in her notepad. "No worries." You laughed. Mattheo stared dumbstruck at you. He just wanted to slam you against the table and kiss you. But due to your cluelessness, you would miskate it as a friendly act.
"Mattheo?" You snapped him out of his thoughts. "Oh, erm. Yeah?" He said. "Are you gonna try out for Quidditch this year?" You asked him, and your knee was awfully close to his. "Probably, as long as Blaise tries out." He shurgged. "If you do, I'll make sure to come watch with one of my friends." You exclaimed, fidgeting with your bracelet on your hand. He had previously given you the golden bracelet for your birthday. It was detailed with small gems.
The same lady came back shortly with two butterbeers in her hand. She placed them in front of both of you. "Enjoy!" She murmured, walking away. You reached out for the mug in front of you, and the mug was still chilly. "Wanna go back to Hogwarts after?" He asked. "Sure, besides, I need time to finish an assignment anyway." You replied back, taking a sip of butterbeer. "Maybe we can study together?" He said, also taking a sip, his hands wrapped around the mug. "Yeahhh, like you're not just gonna copy off mine." You laughed, nudging him with your elbow. "I won't!" He promised, holding his hands up in the air.
After 20 minutes, you finally finished your butterbeer, Mattheo finished his long before you did. He carefully sipped his drink while listening to your crazy stories. Mattheo was pretty patient when it came to listening to your stories. Even if they were a little silly, he found that time to stare at you without question, but he was paying attention, he would eventually respond, and you would take that time to take a chug at your drink.
"You ready to go?" Mattheo said, getting up from his seat. "Yup." You nodded, following him out. He held the door open for you. When you walked outside, a gust of wind blowed in your face, causing the two to lose strands of hair infront of your face to blow frantically. "Shit, its cold." You said hugging yourself. You only had a thin knit sweater on. "Here, take my jacket." He said, offering you his jacket. "Thank you!" You sighed in relief, standing in front of the three broomsticks. He put the jacket over you, his smell of his colange filled your nostrils as he stood behind you.
You noticed a rather cute boy walking past you. His charming smile caught your attention as he walked with a group of his friends. "Whos that?" You asked casually, as if it didn’t matter, but a small smile tugged at your lips. "Oh, he's in Slytherin like me. I think he's a 7th year." He shurgged, but it felt like his heart had been stepped on. He hated that you were eyeing another boy when he was right there. Waiting and yearning for you, he hated how you didn't realize it.
His eyes glared into the guys head, his stupid blonde curls framing his face. He was obviously jealous of him but didn't dare utter a word. "Do you reckon he has a girlfriend?" You asked absentmindedly while he walked into honeyduked with his mates. "Probably." Was all he could say.
"Stay put, im going to ask." You quickly said before dashing off to the store entrance. "Y/n, wait!" Mattheo mumbled, grabbing onto your hand and pulling you into the nearest alleyway. His breath is hot and heavy. "Mattheo, what?" you mumbled. "I can't keep this in anymore. Look y/n, i think you're the most stunning girl I've ever laid eyes on. I've been trying to signal to you ever since 3rd year- and my heart drops to my stomach every time you call us "just friends." I even tried to ask you out on valentines Day, and you just thought I was asking as friends!" He pauses. "Y/n..my heart yearns for you. It always has, please just understand..." he then leans in and gently kisses you. You don't respond or react. You just stand there, completely dumbstruck. Then he pulled away, his hand still on your waist. "Mattheo.." you stuttered out, reaching a finger to touch your lips. "I'm... sorry." He muttered, looking down, his cheeks red. "No, I'm sorry, and I'm sorry for being so blind-" You pause. "And I'm sorry for what I'm about to do.." you confess, kissing him again, both for your hands on his cheeks.
"Fucking hell, Y/n. You have no damn idea how long I've been thinking about doing this." He mutters in-between kisses.
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A/n: I'm so sorry if this sucks, my metal health hasn't been the best. I think I might take a small break; but if you have any requests, I will do them, but I won't write any of my own ideas for a while.
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Trope: Plus Size Reader x Mattheo
curvy / mid size / chubby / plus size is just easier to list off
Word Count: 1,193
A/N: Hey hi hello!
Long time no see, I was posting drafts lately as a lot of things happened and are happening in my life, I apologize for the lack of content, i'm slowly coming back, I will be posting my celebration soon, for now enjoy this one shot 💛
love you lots, bug.
NOT PROOF READ.
You weren’t going to wear the sundress.
It had sat folded at the bottom of your trunk since September, a last-minute pack with the quiet, foolish hope that maybe Hogwarts would get a stretch of summer sun before term ended. And now that it had—now that the heat had soaked through the stone bones of the castle—you finally pulled it out.
You stood in front of the mirror longer than you wanted to admit, tugging at the hem, smoothing it over your hips, checking the way it moved when you turned. It was soft, with thin straps and a cinched waist—one of those easy, weightless dresses made for bare legs and lazy days. The kind of thing you always liked on other girls, but never quite knew how to feel in, yourself.
The uniform was unbearable in this heat, and you only had one class that afternoon. Hours to yourself. No one to explain anything to.
But still—still—you felt nerves crawling up your skin as you stepped into the courtyard.
The sun was brutal, hanging high and golden. Most students had scattered to shaded corners or flopped on picnic blankets charmed to stay cool. You made your way across the cobblestones, aiming for the far exit that led toward the greenhouses. The little willow grove just past them—that was your spot.
You were almost there when you heard them.
You turned before you meant to.
They were all sitting there.
Theodore Not, Lorenzo Berkshire, and Mattheo Riddle.
Perched on the stone ledge under the arched walkway, cigarettes burning lazily between their fingers. Postures draped and smug like they owned the whole bloody castle.
Which, socially speaking, they kind of did.
Theo had sunglasses on, the kind that looked absurdly expensive and out of place at a school like this, he leaned back like he was on holiday. Lorenzo’s blouse was unbuttoned just enough to hint at his collarbones, a gold chain glinting faintly as he laughed at something only half-funny. And Mattheo—Mattheo looked like trouble.
His dark curls were still damp from a post-practice shower, a few slick strands clinging to his forehead. His white dress shirt was undone at the top, his tie usually loose, was missing entirely, he stood there, cigarette in hand, rings on his fingers, looking more like trouble and bad decisions than ever.
You’d never really gotten along with them. Theo was tolerable on a good day. Lorenzo was smug. And Mattheo? Mattheo had made a sport out of getting under your skin. Always smirking. Always saying just enough to make your heart skip before turning it into a joke. You were fairly certain he enjoyed annoying you more than he enjoyed Quidditch.
"You owe us five galleons," Theo said to Mattheo.
“The fuck for?” Mattheo replied.
“For saying you’d go the whole week without staring at her,” Lorenzo deadpanned.
“I don’t stare” Mattheo started to object, laughing — just as you walked into view.
And it happened all over again.
Mattheo froze.
Your dress caught the light as you walked, flowing with the movement of your hips. His gaze snagged like a hook, eyes softening, lips parting, cigarette forgotten halfway to his mouth. He didn’t even realize he was holding his breath until Theo and Lorenzo burst out laughing.
“So... you were saying?” Theo grinned.
“Not staring. Definitely not,” Lorenzo chimed in.
Mattheo flipped them both off and stubbed out his cigarette.
He followed after you.
“Oi,” he called, footsteps quickening behind you. “Where are you going ? Got a date or something?” He said trying to hide his feelings in his tone.
You huffed and half rolled your eyes at him. “No date. It’s too warm for the uniform, that’s all..”
Mattheo tilted his head, eyes raking down your figure in a way that made your pulse jump and surprisingly, not in a bad way.
“You should wear more dresses like this.” He deadpanned
You blinked at him, thinking it's just a joke. “Yeah, right.” you said trying to hide your insecurities
“I’m serious.” was all he said, softly, like he means it.
That made you pause.
His voice had shifted. No teasing lilt. Just… quiet honesty. When you glanced back, his eyes didn’t dart away. And something about the way he looked at you felt... different.
“You look beautiful,” he said.
Not a line. Not smug. Not cocky.
Just simple. Honest.
You didn’t know what to do with that.
“…Thank you,” you murmured, heart thudding as you turned away and kept walking. He followed, a few steps behind.
“Why don’t you wear stuff like that more often?” he asked.
You shrugged, still facing forward. “It’s… not always comfortable.”
“Looks like it fits fine to me.” He smirked , shamelessly checking you out, admiring all your curves.
You let out a breath—half laugh, half deflection. “My thighs rub together, Mattheo.”
That shut him up.
For a second.
Then, of course, his tone slipped back into dangerous territory. “Could help with that.”
You shot him a look. “Help how, exactly?”
“Could keep you off your feet. Carry you around like a spoiled princess. Or—”
His grin deepened. He leaned in, voice low—
“Just keep ‘em occupied with other things.” he lifed his hands in front of himself and wiggled his fingers a few times.
You stared. Rolled your eyes. Shook your head. “Unbelievable.”
“Thank you,” he said cheerfully, as if you’d complimented him.
You tried to hide a smile and slapped his arm, lightly. He caught your hand—for a second— his intense almost back eyes locked into your, then let go without saying anything. The two of you kept walking. The castle and its chaos falling away behind you.
It wasn’t until you neared the grove that he slowed behind you.
“Wait, something’s missing.”
You turned. “Uh..what?”
He crouched, fingers plucking something from the tall grass. When he stood again, he held a tiny lilac flower—delicate, pale, half-wild.
He stepped in close. Close enough for you to catch the faint scent of smoke and spice and something darker—warm, like stormclouds.
He reached up. Tucked the flower behind your ear.
“There,” he said softly. “Now it’s perfect.”
Your cheeks went warm.
You met his gaze for a moment.
Then kept walking, letting the quiet settle back around you—even though his footsteps stayed close.
By the time you reached the grove, the air felt different. Calmer. The willow branches hung low, sweeping like whispers, casting dappled shadows on your favorite tucked-away corner of Hogwarts.
Mattheo let out a breath beside you—like he’d been holding it in.
“This where you disappear to?” he asked, hands in his pockets now, voice soft.
“Yeah. It’s nice.”
He hummed. “Makes sense. You’d be the type to find the prettiest part of this hellhole and keep it for yourself.”
You sat down beneath the tree, tugging your dress down where it rode up your thighs. Mattheo stayed standing a moment longer, watching you with that unreadable look—like he was trying to memorize something.
And out of no where, his voice broke the silence. “I’m taking you out,” he said, like it wasn’t a question.
You raised an eyebrow, blinked. “...Excuse me?”
“Dinner. Hogsmeade." And added under his breath "Something that doesn’t involve Lorenzo and Theo betting on my staring habits..”
You raised a brow, but decided to ignore that part and asked. “Why?”
“Because I want to,” he said, like it was obvious. “And because if I don’t, I’ll keep acting like a dick to cover it up.” He confessed looking into your eyes.
You stared at him. Just for a second. And then, despite yourself, you smiled. “You’re serious?”
“Unfortunately.” He replied with a mischievous smile.
You laughed—genuine, surprised. “Fine. But only if you stop calling me princess and drop the stupid jokes.”
“No promises,” he winked before walking away with the dopiest smile you've ever seen him wear.
Created by Bug 𓆣 | @voidofsunlight I do not give permission for my work to be translated, copied, or reposted elsewhere.
Summary: Being the only girl in the group, and now stuck in the middle of nowhere with them, you found myself in a tricky situation. You had to share rooms, and Mattheo, leaving no room for negotiation, insisted that you would share with him. The problem was, there was only one bed. From uncovering feelings to heartbreak, it was a night you wouldn't forget.
Warning: angst,fluff,strong language, hints of smut .
Words:5,5k + Bonus scene.
When we arrived back home, I quickly said goodbye to the boys, avoiding eye contact with all of them. I couldn't bear to see their pity or confusion. I just wanted to escape to the solitude of my room. Once inside, I shut the door and leaned against it, finally allowing myself to break down. Tears streamed down my face as I slid to the floor, clutching my knees to my chest.
There was only one week left before returning to Hogwarts, and I knew I would have to face them—most of all, Mattheo. The thought of seeing him again made my stomach churn. During that week, I waited for him to reach out, to say something, anything, that would make sense of what happened. But he didn’t. The silence from him was deafening, and it drove me insane.
All the other boys sent me messages as usual. Even Blaise, who had been so harsh, reached out, perhaps feeling guilty for his words. But not Mattheo. He ghosted me completely, and the pain was unbearable. Every time my phone buzzed, my heart would leap with hope, only to be crushed when it wasn’t him.
I spent days replaying our time together in my mind, trying to understand what went wrong. Had I misread everything? Was I just another conquest to him? The questions tormented me, and the lack of answers made it worse.
I remember that night vividly. The way he looked at me, the tenderness in his touch, the passion in his kisses—it all felt so real. But now, it seemed like a cruel illusion, a trick my heart played on me.
I tried to distract myself by throwing myself into reading, but every word I read seemed to blur into the memory of him. I’d catch myself staring at the same page for hours, lost in thoughts of his hands on my skin, his whispered words.
By the middle of the week, the weight of his absence was unbearable. I lay in bed, clutching my phone, scrolling through old messages, and torturing myself with his silence. The boys' messages were kind and casual, but they couldn't fill the void Mattheo left.
Enzo’s messages were the most frequent, always checking in on me, making sure I was okay. “Hey, how are you holding up?” he’d text, and I’d force myself to respond with a lie. “I’m fine, thanks,” I’d write back, even though I was anything but fine.
Blaise's messages were surprisingly considerate. “Sorry about the other day. Didn’t mean to upset you,” he’d said. I couldn’t bring myself to be angry with him; he had only voiced what I feared was true.
But Mattheo? Nothing. No calls, no texts, no attempts to explain or apologize. It felt like he had erased me from his life completely.
The pain was relentless, gnawing at me day and night. I felt hollow, like a shell of the person I had been before. I missed his voice, his laughter, the way he made me feel seen and cherished. I missed him so much it hurt to breathe.
The final straw came the night before we were due to return to Hogwarts. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, and realized I couldn’t go on like this. I needed to confront him, to demand answers. I couldn’t start the new school year with this weight on my shoulders. I had to face him, even if it meant shattering my heart all over again.
I took a deep breath and picked up my phone, my fingers trembling as I typed out a message. “Mattheo, we need to talk. Please.” I hit send and waited, my heart pounding in my chest. Minutes felt like hours as I watched the screen, praying for a response.
But none came. The silence stretched on, suffocating me, and I knew that no matter what happened, I had to find a way to move forward. With or without him.
I boarded the train with a heavy heart, my eyes scanning the crowded platform. As soon as I found Enzo, I slid into the seat next to him, trying to muster a smile.
“Hi,” I said, glancing briefly at Mattheo, who was sitting across from us.
“Hey,” Mattheo replied, his voice neutral, his gaze avoiding mine.
Theo soon returned, his eyes lighting up when he saw me. “How have you been?” he asked.
“I’ve been okay,” I lied, forcing another smile. Before I could say more, Draco and Blaise joined us, making the compartment feel even more cramped and awkward.
“Hi,” Draco said, his voice soft, his eyes flicking between me and Mattheo. Blaise offered a similar greeting, his usual bravado toned down, as if he sensed the tension.
I tried to lose myself in my book, Emma another Jane Austen novel, hoping it would distract me from the unbearable atmosphere. But I could feel Mattheo’s eyes on me, and each glance was like a dagger to my heart. His stare was intense, and it made concentrating impossible.
“I’m going to say hi to Pansy,” I announced suddenly, grabbing my bag and book. I left the compartment quickly, not giving anyone a chance to respond.
As I walked down the corridor, I realized I couldn’t face Pansy either. She would ask questions, and I had no answers. I turned a corner, only to overhear a group of girls talking animatedly about their exploits.
“Enzo is amazing,” one girl said, giggling. “Blaise too, though he’s a bit too cocky for my taste.”
“Oh, Theo is a sweetheart,” another girl chimed in. “But Mattheo... God, he’s something else.”
My ears pricked up at his name, and I leaned closer, my heart pounding.
“What’s it like with Mattheo?” a third girl asked, her voice dripping with curiosity.
“He’s rough, but in a good way,” the first girl said, her voice lowering conspiratorially. “He barely looked at me, but I didn’t mind. It felt so good. He didn’t kiss me, though, just... did his thing and left.”
My heart pounded as I continued to listen, hiding behind the corner.
"God, I'd do anything to sleep with Mattheo again," the first girl said, her voice filled with a mix of longing and frustration. "But he doesn't sleep with the same girl twice."
"Yeah, he's got a reputation for that," another girl chimed in. "And yet, somehow, they all are so different with her you know??," she said, her tone dripping with disdain.
" Y/N right? What's so special about her anyway?" a third girl asked, her voice filled with venom.
"She's always hanging around them, like she's one of them. I can't understand how she managed to get in their group."
"I bet they all fucked her at some point," the first girl said, her voice low and conspiratorial. "Do you think they share her? She's their slut for sure."
"I know right?," another girl agreed, her laughter harsh and cruel. "I mean, how else would she keep their attention? She must be really good in bed."
"Or maybe she just does whatever they want," the third girl added. "So pathetic, really. Always trying to act like she's so special. I bet she’s just a desperate little slut."
My heart pounded as I continued to listen, hiding behind the corner.
"Yeah, spreads her legs for any of them at the drop of a hat," another girl sneered. "She's probably been passed around like a party favor."
"And they act so protective of her," the first girl said with a bitter laugh. "I can't imagine why. What do they see in her?"
"They must be playing some kind of game," the third girl suggested. "Maybe seeing who can screw her over the most."
My heart beat faster and faster, each cruel word piercing deeper. Tears blurred my vision as I stepped away from the corner, desperate to escape their venomous gossip.
The world around me seemed to blur as I walked faster, not caring where I was going, just needing to get away. I collided with a strong chest, and looking up through my tears, I saw Mattheo.
"Why are you crying? “ His voice was sharper than a knife
“Who did this to you?" He asked once more when I didn’t answer his hands gently cupped my face, his thumbs wiping away my tears.
I pulled away, my voice shaking. "I'm not talking to you," I said, the tears flowing freely. I turned to leave, but he grabbed my hand.
"Stop it. Let me go," I demanded, trying to pull free from his grip.
"Not unless I know what got you crying like that," he insisted, his eyes filled with the same loving and caring expression that had once made my heart soar.
I looked away, the pain and confusion overwhelming me. "Just go and ignore me like you have been for the past week, or whatever," I said, my voice bitter. "Pretend I don't exist. You're good at that."
His face fell, looking speechless for a moment. I didn’t wait for him to respond. I pulled away, breaking into a run until I found an empty compartment far away from everyone. I slammed the door shut and collapsed onto the seat, sobbing uncontrollably.
The cruel words of the girls echoed in my mind, mingling with the confusion and heartbreak of Mattheo's unexpected concern. Why did he have to care now, after leaving me in silence for a week?
As the train rumbled on, I curled up on the seat, hugging my knees to my chest. The weight of everything pressed down on me, and I felt utterly alone. I had no answers, only questions that seemed to multiply with each passing moment. Why had he treated me so tenderly, only to disappear? And why did it hurt so much to see that same tenderness now, when I was already so broken?
Why had Mattheo been so different with me? Cause I’m pretty sure I wasn’t imagining that night and from what I heard from those girls it seems like he’s a different person from the one they are talking about .
I had a long time trying to explain to the boys why I suddenly disappeared and never returned. They didn’t look convinced, and their probing questions made it clear they weren’t buying my excuses.
Days passed, and I tried to put some space between me and all of them. It wasn’t easy. Draco cornered me in the common room one evening, his eyes filled with concern. "Something happened," he said, his voice low and insistent. "Tell me what it is."
"I'm fine, Draco. It's just family drama," I lied, my stomach twisting with guilt.
"You’ve been skipping meals and acting different," Theo added, joining us with a frown. "This isn’t like you."
"I told you, it’s family stuff," I insisted, hating how naked I felt under their scrutiny. It was like they could see right through my facade.
"Just...let us help," Draco pleaded, but I shook my head, turning away from their worried gazes.
Over the next few days, I was in a bit of a slump. Not only did I skip meals, but I also skipped more classes than usual. If I could have, I would have skipped the whole week, but unfortunately, that wasn't an option.
I grabbed my bag and walked through the courtyard, I overheard a girl talking loudly to her friends. "She's such a slut," she sneered, and my steps faltered. "I bet she's been with every Slytherin boy."
I stopped, my blood boiling. I turned around and marched over to her, my fists clenched. "What did you say?"
The girl looked taken aback for a moment but quickly recovered. "I said you're a slut. Everyone knows it."
The rage bubbling inside me reached a boiling point. "You think you know me? You think you can talk about me like that? Here’s a newsflash for you: I don’t need your approval or your pathetic opinions.“
Before she could respond, a boy next to her smirked. “Yeah, I’d love to fuck you just like the whole Slytherin boys have. Bet you’d like that, huh?”
I stepped closer, my fists clenched at my sides. "Why don’t you come a bit closer and say that to my face?" I said, my voice trembling with rage.
The crowd that had gathered around us watched with wide eyes and open mouths. "What's wrong?" the girl taunted. "Truth hurts?"
“Do you think it makes you look strong, demeaning someone you don’t even know? Do you think you’re better than me because you can spread lies and gossip? You’re pathetic. You think I care about what you say? The only thing that matters is that I know the truth, and that scares you, doesn’t it? Because deep down, you know you’ll never be anything more than a coward hiding behind cruel words.”
The girl, emboldened by the attention, added, "Your family must be so proud of you. What a disgrace."
"Shut your mouth," I said, stepping closer, my eyes burning with anger. "I don’t care what you think of me, but if you ever talk about my family again, you’ll regret it."
She looked a bit scared but tried to stand her ground. "Or what? You'll hit me? No wonder why your dad left,""
I saw red. I lunged at her, my fist raised, but strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back. "Let go!" I yelled, struggling against the hold.
"Not her, not now, love," Mattheo's voice whispered in my ear, calming yet firm. He started to pull me away from the mess, his grip gentle but unyielding.
"Mattheo, let go of me," I insisted, trying to break free.
"Not until you calm down," he replied, his eyes full of concern. "I can't let you get into trouble over this."
He guided me into an empty hallway with a balcony, a secluded spot even the ghosts avoided. I was still shaking with rage, my breathing ragged. "Who do you think you are? Don’t touch me! Stay away!" I shouted, pushing at his chest.
"Just breathe, my love," he murmured, his hands cupping my face gently, thumbs stroking my cheeks. "Breathe with me."
His touch, his voice, started to pierce through the fog of anger. I took a shaky breath, then another, my heartbeat slowly steadying.
"Look at me," he said softly, tilting my chin up so our eyes met. "Every single one who talks bad about you is going to regret it. They’re going to wish they were dead before they ever said a word."
"Why do you act like this?" I demanded, my voice trembling. "You act like you care, like you—" I faltered, trying to find the right words. "Your mixed signals are driving me crazy! You pull me closer just to walk away after."
He looked pained, his eyes searching mine for understanding, but he said nothing.
"Say something!" I pleaded, tears welling up. "Anything!"
Still, he remained silent, and the silence cut deeper than any words ever could.
Footsteps echoed down the hallway, and the rest of the boys appeared. Blaise was the first to speak, his gaze flicking between me and Mattheo. "You okay?" he asked.
I nodded, trying to swallow the lump in my throat. "Yeah, I'm fine."
Theo stepped forward, his brow furrowed. "This happened before, didn't it?"
I took a deep breath, nodding again. "Yes."
Draco crossed his arms, his expression softening. "Well, that explains why you were acting distant. You should have told us."
"I didn't know what to say," I admitted, feeling exposed and vulnerable.
Enzo's voice was gentle as he asked, "What happened before?"
I glanced at Mattheo, who was watching me with an unreadable expression. I couldn't bear his eyes on me anymore. Looking back at Enzo, I said quietly, "It was on the train."
Their eyes widened as I recounted the overheard conversation, the cruel words that had been said about me, and how it had all culminated in the confrontation just now. Mattheo's gaze never left me, and I knew what he was thinking, but I couldn't deal with it anymore.
"I'm sorry," I said, my voice breaking. "I just... I need to go to my dorm. I'll see you all tomorrow."
Enzo stepped forward, his concern evident. "I'll walk you."
I nodded, unable to look at Mattheo as I turned to leave. Enzo fell into step beside me, his presence a small comfort amidst the chaos.
The next day, as I walked into class, I was met with an unexpected wave of greetings and offers of help.
"Hey, need any notes from yesterday?" asked one girl, her smile bright and friendly.
"I saved you a seat," another girl said, gesturing to the spot next to her.
"Do you need a quill? I've got an extra," someone else offered, holding out a shiny new quill.
I looked around, confused by the sudden change in behavior. These were the same people who had ignored me or worse, whispered behind my back just a day ago. Before I could process it, a group of girls approached, all smiles and compliments.
"Your hair looks amazing today," one of them said, her tone overly enthusiastic.
"Yeah, and your shoes are so cute!" another added.
"Thanks," I muttered, bewildered by their sudden interest.
Then, the girl from yesterday's confrontation appeared, looking hesitant. She took a deep breath and stepped closer. "I'm really sorry about what I said yesterday," she began, her voice shaky. "Please forgive me. I didn't mean any of it, and I feel terrible."
I stared at her, trying to make sense of this abrupt apology. "Why are you apologizing now?" I asked, suspicion creeping into my voice.
Before she could respond, I noticed him. The boy who had made that disgusting comment about me the day before. His arm was in a sling, supported by a wooden splint, and his face was a mess of blue and purple bruises. He had a black eye, swollen nearly shut.
"I, uh, fell down the stairs," he mumbled, not meeting my gaze.
I looked between the two of them, realization dawning. My stomach churned, and I felt the sudden urge to get out of there. Grabbing my things, I bolted from the classroom, not stopping until I was far from the castle. I found myself in a hidden garden, a place where I often went to think.
I sat down on the ground, trying to calm my racing heart and catch my breath. I wasn't dumb. I knew what had really happened. I knew who was behind the sudden wave of attention, the apologies, the broken bones. It wasn't hard to piece it together.
Mattheo.
But clarity seemed a distant dream. I leaned back against the tree, closing my eyes, and tried to find a moment of calm amidst the chaos Mattheo had left in his wake.
I stayed in the garden for what felt like hours, trying to find some semblance of peace amidst the turmoil. Eventually, I knew I would have to face him, to confront what had happened and what it meant. But for now, I just needed to breathe.
I felt someone approaching and sat beside me. I looked up and met Mattheo’s eyes. He was holding a book in his hand.
I felt someone approaching and sat up, my heart pounding. When I looked up, I met Mattheo’s eyes. He was holding a book in his hand.
"I—I got this for you," he said, his voice soft.
I glanced at the book, then back at him, and took it from his hand. It was Persuasion, another Jane Austen's novels. My heart beat even faster as I muttered a thank you. Then I noticed the blood on his hands, despite his clear attempts to wash it off.
He asked, "What were you reading on the train?"
I stared at him, incredulous. "You’re seriously asking me about my books while having blood on your hands? and probably terrorized the whole school before coming here!" I shouted.
He just smirked. "Are you insane, Mattheo? Seriously, what the hell?" I yelled again.
He raised his eyebrows, a hint of a smile on his lips. "I told you they were going to regret what they said yesterday, didn't I?"
"I can take care of myself. I don’t need your help," I snapped, trying to walk away, but he grabbed my hand, pulling me back until my back hit the tree.
"I know," he said.
I rolled my eyes and looked away, trapped between his hands on either side of my face and the tree behind me. His closeness was overwhelming.
"You’re insane," I muttered.
"Well, I need to talk to you, and you left me no other choice," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
I chuckled sarcastically. "You kidding me? Because as much as I remember, you were the one who left after—" I stammered, my face turning red, unable to finish the sentence.
"Yes, my love, after what?" he asked, smiling even wider.
"After I went down on you? Or when I had my finger deep inside you?" he continued, his voice low and teasing. I put my hands over his mouth, desperate to stop him.
"Oh, Lord, stop," I said, my voice a whisper. He kissed my hand, sending a jolt through me, and I pulled it away quickly, my face burning even more.
"Don’t go shy on me now, love. I’m pretty sure I kissed more intimate parts," he said, leaning closer to whisper in my ear. "I've had your taste on my tongue for weeks."
I tried to hit him in the chest, but he grabbed both my hands with one hand, pinning them above my head.
“Listen,” he said, getting more serious. “Enzo told me about what Blaise said that day.”
I shook my head. “I don’t think I really want to know another tale about you with a girl in bed.”
“Another tale?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.
I looked him in the eyes, my voice trembling with both anger and hurt. “I heard what that girl said on the train. About how good you were in bed, how you liked it rough, just did the job and left with no kisses. She wasn’t even complaining, Mattheo. She said she’d do anything to sleep with you again, but it’s too bad because you don’t sleep with the same girl twice."
“Did she now?” he said, smirking.
“Fuck you, Mattheo,” I said, trying to pull away, but his hold was too strong. “Fuck you so much. I get it. I was delusional to think it was more than a one-time thing for you because you don’t sleep with the same girl twice, you don’t—” My voice cracked, betraying my emotions.
"Did it look like a fucking one-time thing back then, Y/N?" he demanded, sharp and serious. I avoided his gaze, my anger and pain battling inside me.
"Answer," he insisted, his face inches from mine. I looked up at him, the intensity in his eyes making it hard to breathe.
"No," I admitted, my voice barely audible.
"Because it fucking wasn’t," he said. "It wasn’t a simple fuck. I was making love to you, and that freaked the shit out of me." The veins in his neck stood out as he spoke, his eyes blazing.
I blinked, trying to process his words. "So, yes," he continued, his voice lower but no less intense, "what the girl said was right. I’ve fucked other girls like that. Rough, fast, no strings attached. Just getting off and moving on. No kisses, no tenderness, just raw and dirty, didn’t look at them more than I had to.”
My breathing grew heavier as his words sank in.“So, does it look like that now?” he asked, his voice softer but still intense. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed.
“Fucking look at me Y/N,” he commanded, and I looked up at him, shaking my head.
“Every time I look at you, at those lips,” he whispered, his voice dropping lower, “all I can think about is how much I want to kiss you. How much I want to taste you. How much I want you in every way. It’s not just about fucking. It’s about you. Every part of you, that night... you were in my arms, and I managed to sleep. You have no idea how rare that is for me.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine, my body responding despite my confusion. I could feel the heat between us, the undeniable pull that had always been there.
I looked at him, standing there, rain-soaked and intense, and the tears kept falling from my eyes.
“And no, I don’t want you to be my friend,” he continued, his voice rising. “I want to hear you moaning my name. I want to have you, all of you. To kiss every inch of you. To make you smile, to see you laugh. To put your happiness above anything because nothing else matters. Nothing but you.”
His words were raw, cutting through the rain and my confusion. The sheer intensity of his confession left me breathless, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel the pull, the magnetic force between us, stronger than ever.
“I’ve tried to stay away, to keep my distance,” he went on, his voice breaking slightly. “But every time I see you, it’s like a punch to the gut. I’m fighting a losing battle. I don’t just want you. I need you. In every way possible.”
I stood there, soaked and trembling, unable to speak. His words had stripped me bare, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. The rain continued to pour, a relentless backdrop to his declaration.
“So tell me, do you understand now?” he asked again, his voice softer.
I swallowed hard, my throat tight with emotion. The truth of his words was undeniable, resonating deep within me. I took a shaky breath, trying to steady myself, and met his gaze.
“Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I understand.”
He reached out, gently wiping the tears from my cheeks. “I will be so good to you,” he murmured, his thumb brushing my skin. “I would do anything for you. I fucked up, and I—”
I stood on my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his, cutting him off. For a moment, he was surprised and didn’t kissed me back, I pulled back, looking him in the eye. And as if a dam had broken, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer.
He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. His lips were soft but insistent, demanding and giving all at once. I felt his hands on my waist, lifting me effortlessly. My legs wrapped around his hips as he held me against him, the kiss growing more passionate. The rain poured down, but it didn’t matter. Nothing else.
His tongue parted my lips, and I opened to him, the taste of him intoxicating. He kissed me with a fervor that made my head spin, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me tighter against him. I could feel the hard lines of his body, the heat between us almost unbearable.
"Wait," I managed to gasp, pulling back slightly. "The book, the rain—"
"I'll get you a new one," he promised, his voice fierce, breathing heavily against my lips. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling gently until my face tilted up to meet his gaze. Then he kissed me again, more fiercely this time, as if he couldn’t get enough.
I melted into him, my hands clinging to his shoulders as he devoured me. His lips moved over mine with a raw, desperate need, and I responded with equal fervor. The world around us disappeared, the rain, the cold, everything fading away until there was only him, only us.
After what felt like an eternity, he pulled back, his forehead resting against mine. "Come with me," he murmured, his voice a soft plea. "Let's get out of this rain."
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest, his hand slipping into mine, and we ran through the rain. We found shelter under a nearby awning, the sudden silence after the roar of the rain almost surreal.
He looked at me, his eyes dark and intense, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. "You're soaked," he said, his voice gentle, as he brushed a strand of wet hair from my face.
"So are you," I replied, a smile tugging at my lips.
"Well, we make a pretty pair then," he teased, his hand settling on my waist.
I laughed, the sound light and carefree, a stark contrast to the storm still raging around us. "We do, don't we?"
His gaze softened, a tender smile playing on his lips. "I've never seen anyone look so beautiful soaking wet."
I rolled my eyes playfully, running a hand through his wet hair. "You're just saying that because you want to kiss me again."
He grinned, leaning in closer. "Maybe. But it's true." His lips hovered over mine, the anticipation making my heart race. "And for the record, I do want to kiss you again. Very much."
"Then what are you waiting for?" I challenged, my voice barely more than a whisper.
He didn't need any more encouragement. His lips captured mine in a kiss that was both sweet and passionate, his hand tightening on my waist, pulling me flush against him. I could feel the warmth of his body through the wet fabric of our clothes, the contrast to the chill of the rain making my skin tingle.
As the kiss deepened, his free hand slid up my back, tangling in my hair. I moaned softly against his lips, the sound making him groan in response. He pulled back slightly, his breath hot against my skin.
"You have no idea what you do to me," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "The things I want to do to you."
My cheeks flushed, and I looked down, feeling a mix of excitement and shyness. "Like what?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.
He tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. "I want to make you mine in every possible way," he said, his eyes burning with intensity. "I want to hear you scream my name, to see you come apart in my arms. I want to kiss every inch of you, to make you feel things you've never felt before."
His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I bit my lip, trying to suppress the blush that was spreading across my cheeks. "You're making me blush," I whispered, my voice shaky.
He smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Good. I like it when you blush." He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. "I like knowing I'm the one making you feel this way."
I closed my eyes, my heart pounding in my chest. His words, his touch, everything about him was overwhelming. "You're insufferable," I muttered, but there was no heat in my words, only affection.
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through me. "You love it," he teased, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my neck.
I sighed, my fingers threading through his hair as I leaned into his touch. "Yeah, I do," I admitted, my voice barely more than a whisper. "I really do."
He pulled back, his eyes searching mine. "Good," he said softly, his hand cupping my face. "Because I'm not letting you go."
I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the rain. "I don't want you to,".
"So, I really have done it in your Mr. Darcy way, haven't I?" he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I was always jealous of him, when you talked about him like that you know?"
Before I could respond, his mouth was on my neck, kissing and sucking gently, then more insistently. I let out a soft moan, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Perfect," he said, admiring his handiwork.
I laughed, breathless and flushed. "What was that for?"
He smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes. "It's for Blaise. Since he loves to ask so much."
I rolled my eyes, unable to suppress my smile. "You know he went on a date last night, right?"
"Did he now?" Mattheo replied, his fingers trailing down my arm. "I want everyone to know you're mine."
The possessiveness in his voice sent another thrill through me. "And what if I don't want to be claimed like some trophy?" I teased, raising an eyebrow.
He pulled me closer, his lips brushing against mine. "Then I'll just have to work harder to prove I deserve you," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin.
I smiled, feeling the warmth of his words seep into me. "You've already proven that," I said softly, kissing him again. "But I wouldn't mind seeing you try."
He laughed, the sound rich and joyful. "Challenge accepted."
We stood there for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, the rain a distant memory. His hands roamed over my back, his touch sending sparks of electricity through me. I leaned into him, feeling the steady beat of his heart against my chest, and knew that this was where I belonged.
"We should get inside," I said, glancing at the castle in the distance. "Before we catch our deaths."
"Right," he agreed, but made no move to let go. "But just one more kiss."
"Just one more," I echoed, leaning up to meet his lips again.
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As we approached our usual spot, I saw Blaise, Enzo, Theo, Pansy and Draco already seated, with an unfamiliar girl sitting beside Blaise.
I caught Blaise’s curious gaze fixed on my neck. He raised an eyebrow, a knowing grin spreading across his face.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” Blaise said, his voice dripping with amusement. “Is that a hickey, Y/N?”
I felt my face heat up, and before I could muster a response, Mattheo leaned forward, his grin turning positively devilish.
“Yes, mate,” Mattheo said smoothly. “It is a hickey.”
Blaise’s eyes widened slightly before he broke into a laugh. “By whom, I wonder?”
Mattheo wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. “By me, obviously,” he declared, his voice filled with pride. “Wanted to make sure everyone knows she’s mine.”
I blushed even deeper, but I couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips.
Draco looked between us, his grin widening. “Well, it’s about time. I was starting to think you’d never make a move.”
Mattheo chuckled, his hand moving to rest possessively on my waist. “Trust me, I’ve made plenty of moves. Just decided it was time to make it official.”
He winked at me. “Just make sure he treats you right. If not, you know where to find me.”
Mattheo tightened his hold on me, his eyes flashing with a playful warning. “She won’t need to, because I’m going to treat her better than anyone else ever could.”
I laughed, the tension melting away as I leaned into Mattheo’s embrace. “I think I can handle him.”
"So," Pansy said, leaning forward with an impish grin. "Does this mean you're off the market, then?"
"Consider me taken," Mattheo said, his voice firm. "And very happily so."
with the slytherin group, and mattheo and reader are secretly together and they get caught by someone?
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Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x fem!Malfoy!reader
Warnings: Swearing, a very very heated makeout sesh, mentions of sex, and my shitty writing.
A/n: Holy shiiitt, it's been a while since I've posted anything. Sorry! I'm back, for idk how long. I've been through a bunch of emotional shit and now I need an outlet. So, hii.
A/n 2: okay I'm really back this time, or I should be.
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"Are you serious right now?" Y/n laughed at Mattheo's poor attempt to catch the jellybean in his mouth.
"Hey it's not my fault you throw like shit," He laughed along with her.
"Oh, you're no better, mister!" Y/n giggled.
"Oh, really?" Mattheo then stood up and grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder.
Y/n squealed and giggled, before Mattheo threw her on the bed and pinned her by her hands.
"I still throw like shit?" He asked, smirking. His face close to hers, she giggled.
"I think you're improving," She said.
Mattheo chuckled, shaking his head, absolutely absorbed by her being. He never could've imagined that they would end up together. She being a Malfoy and all. Her parents would never approve, not like they'd have much of a choice if he got his father on his side.
Their friends are blabbermouths, to say the least, especially the other Malfoy. Hence why they don't know about the relationship either.
Both of them also enjoyed their little world they've created far too much to tell anyone in anyway.
Mattheo, too caught up in the moment, smashed his lips onto hers. A slight breathy moan escaped her lips onto his at the force of his kiss.
Tongues intertwined mere seconds later, Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist.
Mattheo knew exactly what she wanted to happen. So, he slowly started grinding, teasing her.
A whine escaped her and her legs tightened, as if to tell him to stop teasing.
Just as Mattheo's hand was about to reach down, the door swung open.
"Hey mate, have you seen-" Blaise, the bastard, had stopped dead in his tracks, words leaving him with each second he sees the scene in front of him.
"What the fuck, Blaise," Mattheo spat, as he separated himself from the girl.
"Oh my God!" Blaise exclaimed, eyes wide as saucers. He then turned around and ran, yelling, "Mattheo and Y/n were making out!! They almost had sex!!"
"Unfortunately, almost," Mattheo groaned earning a wack on the arm.
"He's gonna tell everyone!" Y/n said.
"It's about time they knew, love," Mattheo said looking at her.
"I know," She said, and then a few moments later she giggled, "We so traumatized Blaise."
Mattheo chuckled, "I think we can do worse," He said, before he climbed back on top of her.
"Now, where were we."
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Holy fuck I'm so sorry it took me this long to actually write and post.
HI! I LOVE UR WORK SO SO MUCH!! can I ask for a Mattheo Riddle x fem! reader and they’re best friends but they’ve been in love forever but haven’t admitted it and it’s a slowburn and whenever the reader picks her hangnails bc she needs to fidget he always holds her hands and she gets really really overwhelmed on the first week back to Hogwarts and is really stressed and helps her calm down and handle her feelings and anxiety? (Preferably a swifite Reader?) I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!
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Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader
Warning: kissing, angst, fluff
A/n: Thank you so much for requesting and for the compliment!! Hope you like it~ Some of the like speech in this is kinda not funny (but the characters find it funny sooo) and more cringe but I was trying my best to make the reader swiftie. I'm not a huge fan but I hope you like it xx
Hearing Mattheo's name did not give you butterflies. Seeing Mattheo did not give you butterflies. Hugging Mattheo did not give you butte-.
"Hey." Mattheo said.
"Huh? Oh uh h-hi!" You said flustered.
Ok, maybe you lied. You recently came to the realisation that Mattheo made you flustered. And
...gave you butterflies.
But you couldn't admit it to anyone. Mattheo was your best friend. You couldn't talk to him about your crush on him! So you couldn't tell anyone. That and you just didn't want anyone to know. So you decided not to tell anyone.
"Pansy I think I'm in love with Mattheo." You said to your dorm mate as you burst into your dorm. Okay, that was a lie as well. You just NEEDED to tell someone. The weight was too much. But no one else would know.
Except Theo. You couldn't NOT tell Theo. He was one of your best friends.
Okay so what if you lied to yourself 3 times? You'd been lying to everyone saying you didn't like Mattheo.
You started falling two months ago but convinced yourself you didn't.
You and him would hold hands all the time because you felt comfortable enough to since you'd known each other for so long.
But when he accidentally brushed his hand against yours, the chills that enveloped your body shocked you. You didn't know you could feel that way about your best friend.
The only reason you hadn't told him yet was because you weren't sure about your feelings and you didn't know how he'd react.
What if he didn't like you back? How embarrassing would that be?
So you just waited and waited hoping for a clear answer for your feelings and for Mattheo to admit his feelings. If he had them of course.
You were growing tired waiting. You needed to stop waiting. You needed to confess.
With those thoughts, you entered the common room. As you entered, you saw your usual spot next to Mattheo taken up by a brunette girl who you recognised as Astoria Greengrass. What you saw next confirmed your fears.
Mattheo did not, indeed, like you. He and Astoria were laughing together. Mattheo never laughed around anyone but you. The gods definitely answered your prayers and left you with a clear answer. Mattheo Riddle only thought of you as a friend. Ouch.
"Who's your girlfriend?" You didn't mean to sound as bitter as you did, but in your defense, you had just woken up.
"Very funny. She's not my girlfriend. Yet." He said winking as he kissed her cheek.
You pretended to throw up at the PDA which you recalled Mattheo hated and only made an exception for you: one of the many reasons that made you think your feelings were returned.
If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her. But if you're single that's honestly worse. 'Cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts. Those Taylor Swift lyrics clouded your mind as you saw Mattheo with Astoria.
Your sight faltered onto Theo and Pansy, the only two people aware of your feelings and realised they both gave you an apologetic look.
You glared at a nearby wall as you felt tears well up in your eyes.
That's when you also realised that you did indeed have feelings for Mattheo.
The summer holidays seemed to fly by and as the end neared, so did multiple mixed emotions about how to feel about what you had witnessed 3 months ago. Astoria and Mattheo. They were together till the end of the term and even sat together on the Hogwarts Express.
You felt betrayed that your best friend of 6 years was willing to replace you with a girl he'd known for 5 seconds. You sat with Pansy and Theo as you blasted Taylor Swift in your earphones. Music always calmed you down. Especially Taylor Swift songs.
As you and your friends: Theo, Pansy, Draco and Blaise walked out of the express you saw Mattheo was alone. What happened with Astoria, you wondered. That girl was practically on top of him 24/7 so seeing him alone gave you some hope.
"Where's your girlfriend?" You asked as you elbowed him teasingly trying to hide your true intentions.
"We were never dating. I just realised I like someone else." Mattheo said. "That and she was a bit of a slut." He stated.
"Ooh whoo???" You asked, part of you hoping he'd say your name.
"Now that I cannot tell you." He replied.
"oh come on! Yes you can. I'm so trustworthy." You said.
"Promise you won't be... jealous." Mattheo said.
"Pfft me jealous? Never!" You said, not even believing yourself. See when you said you lied to people all the time? This is what you meant.
"Now, love, even you don't believe that." He said.
If he was talking about you, why would you be jealous. Unless-
"I'll tell you later. In the astronomy tower." Mattheo said.
"Damn someone's trying to be discreet. Are you sure you're not planning to murder me?" You asked, half joking.
"No, if I was planning on murdering you, I would've done it a long time ago."
You glared at him unamused.
"When?" You asked him
"What?" He said bewildered.
"when are we meeting in the astronomy tower?"
"Oh, midnight." Mattheo said
"3am Edition?" You joked.
"What? Ohh" Mattheo said laughing slightly at the joke.
"Uh I don't get it." Lorenzo said, scaring you a bit as you weren't aware of his presence.
It was midnight and you were nervous about going to the astronomy tower. As you entered, you couldn't see Mattheo anywhere so you unconciously started picking on your hangnails.
You hear footsteps which startles you.
"Huh? Oh uh hi." You said realising Mattheo was there
"hey! didn't know you were going to be here." he said jokingly. He saw you pick on your hangnails and gently grabbed your hand.
"Very funny." You said. You had to admit you were slightly chuckling when saying that.
"I think it's strange that you think I'm funny because she never did." he quoted a Taylor Swift lyric.
"Aww you listened to Taylor Swift to flirt with me. You know me so well." You said, pretending to be touched by his gesture.
"That dress looks nice on you." He said smiling.
"Only bought this dress so you could take it off." You winked at him.
He chuckled slightly.
"Soooo who do you like?" You asked.
"what? Oh uh I thought it was pretty obvious. You."
"Oh thank god, it would have been really embarrassing for me otherwise." You stated sighing with relief.
"So uh, tomorrow 5?" He asked.
"In the morning? Damn someone can't wait." You joked.
"No uh evening. Wait of course you know." He replied almost as if he realised that while saying the sentence.
"I'm actually going to Hogsmeade with Pansy tomorrow." You said looking guilty.
He looked disappointed. "Could you cancel? Wait no that's selfish of me. When are you coming back?" He asked.
"Nah don't worry it's not selfish, I can cancel."
"Awww you like me more than Pansy." He stated, looking proud.
"No, I like you more than Hogsmeade."
"So tomorrow 5?" He confirmed.
"Wreck my plans, that's my man." You said having wanted to use that before.
He smiled before he slammed his lips against yours. The kiss was better than you expected. And this time you weren't lying to yourself.
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mattheo riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire, draco malfoy, blaise zabini
reacting to you confess to them (as best friends)
MATTHEO RIDDLE—
How must I start this off? It's been leeching through my skin for so long, and I hadn't expect myself to have the urge to give in to—Gods. I'm an utter mess.
I wipe the bullet sweat trickling down my forehead. Truly manic, this is. Who would have thought another Slytherin girl confessing her fondness to Matt would throw me off? Merlin— I didn't even care to divulge these concealed feelings I've had for him ever since—What, second year?.
When he had told me about it, a sudden wave of inevident possession came over me. I was mad. Absolutely in anguish that someone had done it before me. Though, it's not like I was planning on. But, still! I have been overly dramatic all week, and it's making me lose my dignity. I refuse to tell anyone about this, not even Pansy.
Fuck it. I throw my hands to my face, turning to my side. Trying my best to let sleep get to me.
The next morning went on smoothly, I guess so. I still felt that weight on me that didn't even need to be there. Breakfast at the Great Hall was as it usually is. Lorenzo by my left, and Pansy on the other. As the others were across us. Each one of us chatting and laughing, how it always is. I felt a pair of eyes on me to my side every now and then, I later realize that it was the girl whom confessed to Matt. I think nothing of it and carry on with eating. "Yo, I'm off to DADA. You lot know I'm starting off fresh this year." Blaise says as he places down the cup he had downed down. Lorenzo tilts his head up at this, raising his brow "I second, are we allowed to sit together, mate?" the brown haired giddy tone replies.
"Ahh.. Not sure, mate. Let's just head on and find out, yeah?" Blaise's thick accent was quick to respond.
We all decided to head on quickly behind them. The group always complied to school, though it didn't seem like it. I walked at the very back, syncing footsteps with Theo. A small conversation emits along with jokes. I always liked talking to Theo. His half-ass wit was truly a charm. Theo's words were cut off quickly. A familiar blond headed girl, ever so familiar. I give Theo a wide eye smile, hinting something. I'm not even sure if he catch on it. His words falter as the blond girl speaks. "Hey! I'm really sorry if I interrupted something–"
"No! It's alright. Barkney, right?" A small sardonic tone from my words laced. And I saw Theo's smirk upon noticing this.
"Yes! Uhm—I was wondering if you could tell me about Riddle's whereabouts this weekend.. If you don't mind?" Her sincerity of words made me want to bash my head onto the wall. She was too sweet. I could see Theo patiently waiting for us. "Oh, about that, we're actually planning on staying on one of our dorms as a group." I sucked in air "Don't worry. I'll talk to Mattheo about this," I return her high sugarly sweet tone. We bid her goodbye and hurried to class.
"What was that facade all about, now, Y/n?" Theo finally starts, as you both take a seat on the paired chairs. "Be vast, Theo." I plainly say. "I don't recall this 'dorm party' we've organized. Do you mind enlightening me?" A knowing yet sarcastic tone of genuine perplexity spoke the green eyed boy. He tilts his head to you, a grim line of his lips appeared. "You're over exaggerating, who'd even want to handle that?" I shrug.
"To be fair, the girl seemed a corps perdu. The tension between you two was deeper than that, it seems," He urged, continuing this sarcastic confusion. "It's nothing." I reply immediately, receiving a hum from him in return.
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The gloomy atmosphere of the Common room took me in. Rusted smell of wood along with the tint of peppermint and evergreen seeped through the whole room. It was curfew, and everyone had piled up in the chairs. It was a Friday night after all.
I sat next to Theodore whilst Mattheo was next to him, the three of us were talking as the others did as well. We had the Common room to ourselves anyway. "Have you lot ever thought of an orgy between Harry and his friends? Do you guys think they've done it?" Lorenzo suddenly starts off, catching all of our attention. Seriously? Gossiping was totally something the boy was infused of. "Ew, mate. Disgusting that head of yours." Draco replies to this. "That red headed boy's probably an incel if you thought of it. I pity Granger for it." Mattheo chimes in, taking a drag of his cigarette. We all laugh at this
Through my peripheral vision, I saw a girl go down the stairs. I pray to the Gods it's not who I think it is. Her steps grew louder to thumps as she nears us, I sigh. "Hey.. Can I borrow Riddle from you guys a bit, if you guys don't mind." Yup. She chuckles nervously, and I swear it always emits this boiling pot in me. They all coo, knowing who she was, the "brave sheep" they call her. 'Cause she had unduly courage to approach Mattheo. I gag to myself at the thought.
Why am I even being like this? The boy isn't even mine and yet here I am possessing over an emancipated boy. "No–Yeah, it's fine. Is there something wrong?" He stood uo with complete urgency. I was quick to react to this, leaning against my chair as I click my tongue. I take in a deep breath, concealing myself from exposing these. The others hadn't catch onto this, but Theo. Gods— "Can we go somewhere a little private— the stairs is fine." She suggested in a hurry-like nervous tone.
"Ease the water, Y/n. Have a hit, might help you, cara/caro." He offers his cigarette, with yet again that sarcasm in his tone. He wraps his arm around my shoulder, comforting me. I take the stick from him, placing it between my lips. I eye both of them like an eager snipe as they go onto the stairs. Pansy teases Mattheo as they fled off. My gaze settles on them, as I see their mouths moving into the conversation. Theo falters to me and chuckles at my actions. He leans onto my ear; "Easy, cara/caro. He won't budge." he whispers so carefully, it sounded like swoop of air due to my heavy focus.
Brows furrowing, I see Mattheo put both of his hands inside his pockets, shaking his head with his eased back shoulders. Merlin. I watch them over Theo's shoulders, resting my chin on them as I do so. Mattheo lightly shakes his head in a manner of disagreeing? or discarding in some form. I squint my eyes at this, seeing that Jane Barkney's face falls along with her spirit. What could he have said? As if on command, he awkwardly nodded and bowed his body a little, feigning goodbye.
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"A total bum off. I heard she cried to her mates." Lorenzo cocks his heads at each of us whilst pointing his demitasse spoon. Quickly going back to scooping a chunk of his yogurt. They all laugh at this, making me peer my head up, clearly in my own loony space. Almost as if on purpose, Draco nudges my side with his elbow, nodding me off to pay attention. "Well, I-it's better than turning it off in an impolite way, right?" I make fit of myself in the conversation, stammering as I find my way through them. They all nod.
The day quickly led on at the astronomy tower. With Lorenzo, Mattheo smoking by one of each pillars and I; relying my weight on a railing.
"It's meant to be on the other side, dimwit!" Lorenzo whisper-shouts, "Well, you go on then. You open it!" Mattheo urges the demanding boy as they argue, almost incoherently due to the cigar stick stuck in between both of the side of their lips. I hear fiddling and agitating noises of the box. I rose up in a huff, immediately facing Lorenzo; whom took my act to surprise. I roughly take ahold of the box of Drooble's Chewing Gum, ripping off the half-cut guideline roughly but graciously so. The boys nod as if caught in an interrogation "We're both wrong apparently,". The brunette boy takes off the stick on his lips and pushes the lit tip onto the pole, dying down the fire, and Mattheo does the same. I stare with a blank expression, plainly displaying the fact that I'm used to it. "Give me that, Y/n. You boast." Mattheo takes the box from me, slyly as he jests.
"I— will head back and read before I slumber." Lorenzo takes three pieces of gum, mimicking a sleeping pose afterwards before plodding off down the stairs. We both bid him farewell and a goodnight.
The boy was now left with me now. I sigh wide eyed as i turn back around; now facing the open space of the tower with no railings. I've never been this nervous nor tense alone with him ever since what happened.
"Open," I feel a tap on my shoulder, and I briskly turn around. A certain blue gum held in between his thumb and pointy. Merlin
Hesitating, I open my mouth, to which he pushes the candy in my mouth. His finger ghosting over my lips. I blink harmoniously with my heart beat. The sweet tangy taste of the gum engulfs my mouth, and the taste was exciting to my palate. I doe my eyes to his eye level, his eyes already waiting to dig up mine. I gasp as his warm hands do the same; engulfing my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. His hand slithers to my lower back, inching no space for the both of us.
"Don't think I'll heed your piercing eyes?" He starts.
My breath shakes, betraying me. I wriggle off his touch, as his fingers were still on my lips, the pointy now on my chin. "Don't know what you mean, Matt."
I mentally scold myself. Why are my words not aligned with what I want to show? "Don't be mental," I add to discard further suspicion.
As soon as I slip off his hold, he pushes me further, and there goes his fingers on my chin once more. "I see the way you look at me— the way you seem to detonate at the mention and merely even at the sight of Barkney." He lifts my chin closer to his face now. Shit, shit, fuck.
I chew on the gum nervously. Coursing through the words I could possibly blurt out. Think, Y/n, think!
"Tell me, would you?" He dips his face lower than ever— this arse. His nose filling up the side of mine. Like a well made mold of pottery molten to one another. The curly brunette's voice came to me as a lullaby, almost falling into his arms as they come off ever so smoothly. He rubs his thumb over the circle of my chin, then mimicking a ticking clock sound. I feel tense at this— "Just say the words, Y/l/n." The ushered tone sounded more of a plea than a demand, but I knew it was both. I blink once more, noticing his furrowed brows. I ape this expression, wetting my lips— eager but somewhat hesitating to spout them.
Now or never is what they say, isn't it?
I open my mouth, but closing it as I couldn't find my own voice. Gods I feel like a caged owl desperate for freedom. I sigh, taking my last blink; "I do, I—like you— and don't you let that get to you—"
His lips... his lips dove to mine.
My eyes widen into the kiss, as the hand on my chin, now cupping one side of my cheek. His grip hardens, eager but soft. I melt onto his lips; the familiar feeling of a candle wax sticking to flesh. His hand on my lower back tightens, and I sigh. My hands grasp on his blazer, holding for support. And before we pull apart, his tongue searches for the gum in my mouth, transferring onto his very own. I whine almost greedily immediately as his warmth leaves my lips.
"Ease up, sweetheart. I don't budge." He kisses my cheek whilst smiling.
Oh, that arsehole.
oh my god?? this actually took me two days to make bc my attention span was NOT it,, and yes this will be a series(that i can hopefully finish)😭
It had been a long day, you just wanted to get home and get out of the clothes from the day. Your light blue lotus ruffle shirt had coffee spilled down it from some newbie running into the elevator first thing in the morning. Your black skirt was ‘just short enough’ according to your sleazy ass boss…
Your lunch was interrupted by Pansy, Astoria and Daphne arguing about whose boyfriend loved them more. Even though you knew the answer, you didn't interfere, just got up and left having no energy to deal with them.
It was an easy answer.. Theodore loved Daphne more than Draco loved Astoria. But Blaise loved Pansy more than any of them loved each other. The only couple in your group who could top them in that department was you and Mattheo.
Mattheo had quite literally given everything for you.
Left his family, allowing himself to be disowned and leaving everything his very rich father left behind to his older brother. Then went on to build his own business, in which he was very successful. Him along with the other boys in your group owned a legal agency. Draco focused on Real estate and tax and bankruptcy law, Mattheo was a family lawyer, Theodore was more focused on business and corporate law.While Blaise, who came from a military family, focused on that type of law.
You and the girls made up the marketing department at a company that sold beauty products. While the four of you often butted heads, you got work done. You protected each other in the office, and made sure that each other were heard. It was nice to be surrounded by people who trusted you, even if you did want to choke them sometimes.
Your mind was wandering aimlessly as you got out of the car, making your way up the sidewalk. Rolling your eyes as you heard Mattheos voice yelling, at what you could only assume was his game.
His head snapped towards you when you slammed the door shut before locking it, his eye brows pulling together as you walked past him towards your bedroom. Shutting that door too, peeling the ruined shirt from your body and quite literally kicking your shoes off. They hit the door with a thud, before everything else was thrown to the floor and you stepped into a warm shower.
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“Ooooo.. Man.. Sounds like Y/ns mad” Blaise teased Mattheo through his headset as they all heard the door slam shut. He watched your beautiful face as you grumbled to yourself and walked to your room.
“Need to get off Mattheo?” Theodore asked, being probably the only other one who would get off their game for his woman. Mattheo went to say yes, but then heard the distinct thud of your heels hitting the door.
He would have left the game the second you walked in if you had asked. You knew that. There was literally nothing he wouldn't do for you. It was a wide known fact. He had left everything he had ever known, allowed himself to live off you while he finished school. And leaned on the boys as they all started up their business.
Now that he had everything he could ever ask for, he would give you anything and everything your mind even thought about wanting for a second. You two were the only ones in the group who were married, the only ones who owned a home together. And the only ones besides Pansy and Blaise who lived together full time.
Everything he had was yours.
When the shower started he sighed before looking back to the large flat screen on the wall. “Nah, if I go in there now she will probably strangle me. Might have to when she's done in the shower though so let's wrap this round up, yeah?”
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You felt slightly better after a shower.
You were still stressed and tense, but you knew the cure for that..
It was sitting out on your sectional, big stupid headset on his stupid head. Mic down by his stupid mouth, lips speaking stupid words to his stupid friends..
You braid your hair back before smearing Coco Chanel No. 5 body butter across your skin. Allowing the unapologetic spicy-sweet amber with a romantic touch of rose scent to fill your nose. It was Mattheos number one favorite perfume that you had.
Wrapping yourself in the emerald green silk slip Pansy got you for your birthday, you grabbed your phone before heading out to the living room.
“NOO! COME ON MAN!” Thedores voice boomed through Mattheos headset as you walked around the couch. The second you had come into his line of sight, he had forgotten about his game causing Theodore to die.
Mattheo couldn't even apologize as he stared at you. The color looked good with your skin tone, the silk practically a second skin. He could make out your hard nipples as you flicked through something. His mouth watered at the sight of you, his gorgeous wife, as you plopped next to him kicking your feet over his legs.
“Hey gorgeous” Mattheo said ignoring the grumbles from the guys along with a whip sound from Blaise. He let go of the controller with one hand, running his fingers up your calf to just above your knee as he watched your face.
You tried to not smile, but you couldn't help it, just hearing his voice made you feel better. Biting your lip you looked over at the screen, seeing now they were all back in the lobby. You were sure that someone was groaning about how Mattheo was the only one who hadn't readied up.
But here he was completely ignoring them, setting his controller on the coffee table and pulling his headset off. Then moving to hover over you, running his hand up your thigh and over your slip to your hip. Squeezing slightly before pressing his lips to yours softly, well it would've been softly if you hadn't pressed back harshly.
Your hands quickly found his hair though, tugged and biting down on his bottom lip at the same time. The groan that left his throat made you warm, loving hearing any noises he made. He kissed you back just as hard, even more passionately before breaking away when his lungs burned.
“Your game is waiting.” You said softly foreheads pressed together as you tried to slow your breathing. Mattheo shook his head, he could hear Draco practically yelling his name but he didnt care. He wanted to know that you were alright, needed to know that you were ok before he did anything else.
“You are, and always will be, more important.” He said softly, pressing his lips to yours again, “The most important thing to me.” He kissed both your cheeks, then the tip of your nose before stopping and holding his lips against your forehead.
You absolutely loved how affectionate he had grown to be. It was hard in the beginning, his dad having taught him that loving someone is a weakness. That all women are good for is sex, and producing and heir.
But somewhere along the way, you had shown him that loving people gave him strength. You knew what he needed at this moment, knew he needed to know if you need his undivided attention right now. Or if you wanted to just exist together like you did most nights.
You giggled a little, before looking up at him, his dark eyes sparkled with unspoken love. You whispered that you were alright, and he nodded, kissing you once more before leaning back into his spot. Once he resituated his headset and grabbed the controller he set your legs back in his lap, scooting so your ass was pressed against his thigh.
“Alright ya dicks, I'm back, stop yelling.. You all know your place on the food chain, calm down.” He said as he readied up, looking over at you with a scoff and a smile as he rolled his eyes at his friends. You giggled before scrolling through your library and trying to find a book to read.
That's how it went for about an hour, Mattheos fingers trailing your legs in between rounds. Him leaning down and kissing you quickly between respawns. And you reading a dirty book, that would make most girls blush.
Mattheo knew that's what you had to be reading, because the longer you read the more flustered you were becoming by his fingers touching your skin. He tried to ignore it when you started to rub your thighs together, but it was hard. Most peoples sex lives died down after marraige, but yours stayed the same.
Just as he was about to call it a night you set your phone aside, cheeks pink in what almost seemed like embarrassment. “Hold on guys, I gotta piss..” He said hearing the others agree to a ten minute break as he looked over at you. Clicking his mic off so the others couldn't hear he smiled, “What's up darling.. What's the look for?”
You pulled your lip between your teeth slowly moving to stand in between his legs, his hands resting on your thighs as he kissed the fabric over your hip. You ran your hands through his curls once, then again but yanked his head back this time. The gasp that came out of his mouth sent little waves of pleasure straight to your core as his cheeks heated.
You lightly pushed him back, keeping one hand in his hair as you settled over his thighs. Kissing his neck and warm cheeks before tugging on the hem of his t-shirt. He got the picture quickly and practically ripped it off before connecting his lips to yours in a messy kiss.
“I want to try something.. Something we haven't done before..” You said against his lips, before kissing down his jaw and neck. Sucking in a few spots lightly knowing they would be gone before monday. He leaned back and nodded as his hands settled, one on your hip one on your thigh.
“Tell me what you want.. You know I'll do anything..”
You smiled standing quickly and pulling him with you, he went to reach to turn his console off but you shook your head. He looked confused but stood back up and waited for you, gasping a little when you pushed his sweats all the way down to his ankles and wrapped your hand around him.
Mattheos hands slowly trailed up your thighs, grasping the silky fabric that covered his second favorite view and pulled it over your head. After he stepped out of his sweats, he sat back on the couch, pulling your bare body to his. Relishing the feeling of your skin against his, breathing in the sweet scent of your lotion as he kissed across your shoulder.
While he was still confused, he wasn't about to voice anything, he didn't want to stop whatever was going on. So he quietly pushed his hips up, grinding his hardening cock against you swallowing the soft moan you let out with his lips. When you grinded back down, his hands tried to move to your hair.
Normally he would like your hair being braided, but now he just wanted to wrap the soft tendrils around his fingers. So he quickly pulled the ponytail holder out of the end and gently unwove your hair. Before harshly grabbing a fist full while using his other hand to push your hips down.
“Not that I'm complaining.. But if we are going to do this, let me tell the guys I've got to go or at least just log me off so they won't sit there and yell.” He said against the base of your throat before biting down kinda hard.
You shook your head, and opened your mouth to speak just as Theodore's voice came through the little speakers. “Ey yo.. I'm ready..” Smiling you leaned back, Mattheos tight grip on your hips keeping you in place as you grabbed the controller and the headset. He watched you with wide eyes as you placed it on his head, flicking the little switch and handed him his controller.
‘Be a good boy’ You mouthed as you heard the other guy's answer.
“I'm ready when you are.. Pansy just went to bed so Ive got all night..” Blaise said cockily.
“Perk of being in a bachelor pad Zabini.. I always have all night..” Draco said..
“Ya but you sleep in a cold cold bed.. Don't ya daddies boy” Blaise joked back causing Theodore and Mattheo to laugh loudly. Mattheos laughter was cut off though, when you grinded down on his mostly hard cock.
He shot you a ‘what are you doing’ look, before noticing the pinkness in your cheeks. Then he realized… This is what you wanted..
He realized as your hand came down and grasped him, rubbing his tip through your wet folds. He tried to hold back the groan that was building in his throat as you slowly lowered onto him. But it didn't work, and it came out much breathier than he would have hoped.
“Uhh.. You good bro?” Theodore asked awkwardly as Mattheos head tilted back a little. You paused, waiting for him to answer. Just as he took a shallow breath to say ‘ya im fine’, you dropped the rest of the way down.
When your ass hit his thighs, and he was fully seated in you, he groaned again before letting one hand grip your ass cheek. He was practically begging you not to move, even though that was all you wanted to do.
While you had no problem letting others hear you, or your activities, Mattheo was a very vocal lover. He loved telling you what to do or say, loved telling you how you were making him feel. He would point out all the things he loved about you, or just tell you over and over again that he loved you.
Now, while playing with his friends, he had two choices.. Be that vocal and deal with the comments his friends would make.. Or stay quiet.
After a moment, that you were sure was awkward for the others he finally answered. “Yeah.. I'm good, my wife is just a little needy is all.” He said cockily as he found what he thought was a fraction of self control. You let him have it for now, just leaning forward and resting your head on his shoulder.
“Uh.. We can let you go.. If you wanna.. Ya know..” Blaise said and you could just picture him rubbing the back of his neck.
“No we cant.. Turn the mic off or let us hear, I don't care but we can't do this shit three people..” Draco said he was the selfish one of the group. There was a reason Astoria had her own flat, she didn't really want to live with Draco. Draco wanted his ‘Bachelor pad’ so she let him have it.
Mattheo rolled his eyes, before trying to focus. His arms wrapped around you, hands on the controller as you rested against his shoulder. He got about fifteen minutes into his game before Draco felt the need to make another comment.
“Did you turn your mic off, or are you that boring in the bedroom Riddle?”
That got the teasing going, “Technically doesn't he play in the living room? That's boring in the living room buddy?” Theodore laughed.
“Poor Y/n, maybe you should send her my way..” Draco said, knowing that it would get a reaction out of his best friend. They all knew that he was ferociously protective and very very possessive. He didn't normally have to act on it, because you were always willing to show everyone who you were with.
Plus since marrying you, his possessiveness had died down. He literally put a ring or five on it. You have his class ring on your right middle finger from high school, your promise ring from college had been resized to fit on the left pointer finger. Your thumb had a Tanzanite and (Your birthstone) ring that had small diamonds around the band. Then your engagement ring and wedding band.
A 2.5 carat emerald cut emerald, that was pulled from a necklace his mother owned. 1 carat baguette cut diamonds rest on each side of it. Wrapped together in a sleek platinum band. Beneath that was a platinum band full of small but brilliant diamonds.
“Nah, I'm here Malfoy.. I'm no nowhere near boring.. Don't think I would have kept her this long if I was.” Mattheo said laughing, now going slightly out of his way to not protect Draco. He was slightly annoyed with his stupid comments today. Draco as always thought he had life figured out, he would let his girl come over, fuck her and send her home.
How Astoria put up with it, Mattheo would never understand.. After spending their first night together his Senior year, Mattheo was hooked on you. When he started College and you were still in your senior year, it was pure hell.
He couldn't count the number of nights you fell asleep on facetime with each other. The weekends that one of the two of you would make the drive back and forth just to spend a little time together. While the others struggled with their loyalties, Draco cheating a few times, he never did.
Mattheo just struggled with his best friend, and the perfect cuddle buddy being so far away. But when you made it through that, he knew you would make it through anything. And you have made it through too much. Things that normally would have broken anyone, but you were soulmates.
Mattheo heard Draco scoff, so he lifted his hips thrusting into you causing you to gasp and remember what you had planned on doing in the first place. Your sleepy mind started to wake, shifting back and forth until both your knees were firmly placed on either side of his hips. You wanted him to keep playing, and thankfully the TV was large, ridiculously large in your opinion.
And it was placed high on the wall after your harlequin great dane puppies knocked the last one over. Between that and his height he could still see his game and you gripped his shoulders and rocked your hips. “Which side is the mic on? Or is it both?” You asked in a husky voice that caused Mattheos eyes to dart between the screen and your lips.
When he didn't answer you lifted up a little before dropping back down, bottoming out again. “Oh fuck.. Right side.. I'm pretty sure it's right side..” He said quickly as all the guys stopped talking. When you rocked your hips slowly watching your husbands cheeks heat you smiled. Leaning down to press open mouth kisses sloppy and loudly across his chest rocking harder until he let a small moan out.
“Shit.. Are you guys really..” Blaise said, stumbling over his words as he pulled his phone out calling Pansy who was ‘asleep’ in their bed. He knew she wasn't, she laid in there and watched shows on her phone because she didn't want to hear them all talking.
Yet another reason that everyone always said you and Mattheo were the top couple. It didn't matter what the other was doing, you were almost always together. He was sure that nine times out of ten you were sitting next to Mattheo on the couch as he screamed at them over this dumb game.
Just like the million times Mattheo went to bookshops, or conventions with you. Blaise knew that man would go to the nail salon or spa with you if you asked, but thankfully for him you had a few girl friends. You are also pretty independent and would go alone if you really wanted to go.
“No fucking way.” Theodore said as he also pulled his phone to text Daph who was on her was over with pizza. He wanted her to be quiet when she came in. Your whole little friend group has always.. Been very open.
All the girls had messed around, Astoria only once, Theodore wouldn't be shocked if Pansy was sitting right next to Blaise. You all had seen each other naked before. Theodore had slept with both you and Pansy in high school, being in the same grade as you.
Draco had slept with Theodore, Pansy, Daphne and Astoria.
Blaise had slept with Pansy and Daphne and messed around a little with Theodore.
Mattheo was the only one who had never done more than make out with anyone but you. He was so addicted to you, that he couldnt even stay hard if he tried to fuck someone else. The guys all thought he took dedication to a completely different level.
“Nope.. I don't believe it.. We aren't in college anymore.. We are in our fucking late twenties, no way your still letting her play games like this Riddle.” Draco scoffed, he didn't believe it. He didn't want to. One of the main reasons he always refused to take a step forward in his relationship was because he was convinced that the fun would die down once they did.
Of course Mattheo and Blaise always told him that wasn't true, but he figured they had to say that. Especially Mattheo who was married, and trying to have a baby soon.
A fucking baby.. Mattheo fucking Riddle.. Having a baby..
While Malfoy was still technically single..
Dracos words came at the perfect time as the round ended and Mattheo dropped the controller, gripping your throat harshly pulling you forward into a searing kiss. His hips grinding up into yours as your tongues moved against each other.
His other hand trailed down your back, squeezing your ass harshly before coming around to your pussy. His fingers quickly find your clit pressing down and rubbing small circles. You ripped your lips off his and moan loudly “Fuck Theo..” you moaned as you leaned back resting your hand on his knee giving him more room to touch you.
The game at this point was completely forgotten by everyone.
“That was.. Weirdly hot..” You heard a female voice say.
“Daph?” You said as Mattheos hands moved slowly up your stomach to your breasts. Pinching both your nipples before leaning forward and taking one in his warm mouth. The one left unattended was soon being massaged by his other hand, but only for a moment. As he left the one fall out of his mouth with a lude ‘pop’.
Your mind couldn't process Daphne saying she was there as you pushed your husbands shoulders back. Your hands gripping his shoulders as his arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you in a way. You raised your hips off his before slamming back down, knowing the breath out of you both.
You set a punishing pace as Mattheo used his arms to help lift you, knowing this would help you not get worn out so quickly. “God baby.. You're so wet and tight around me.. Over ten years and you're still not used to me..” He said somehow keeping his headset on as he buried his head in your neck.
“You're so big Theo.. Feel bad for Pans and Daph.. Never got.. Ahh..” You tried to finish but Mattheo started meeting each of your thrusts with harder ones of his own. You choked out a moan before his hand reached up and gripped your throat.
“Fuck Y/n Stand up.. Now.”
You stood up and turned around knowing which way he wanted you to face. “Wanna hear how boring I am Malfoy?” He said in a demanding tone that gave you goosebumps.
What you didn't know was it also gave Pansy, Daphne and Theodore goosebumps. “If Dray doesn't, shit I do..” you heard Pansy say, causing Daphne, Theodore and Mattheo to laugh.
“Well.. You heard the lady, darlin’.. They want a show, guess we are giving them one..”
Draco scoffed again, he couldn't believe this was happening.. What he really couldn't believe was when the groupchat went off.
Teddy- Anyone else touching themselves tonight..
Teddy- No? Just me.. That's ok
Pansy- Not alone, that's good
Blaise- I'm right next to you, you're clearly not alone.
Ass- What are we talking about?
Daph- Nothing you would be interested in sis.. Go to bed..
Daph- But for real, Teddy Im right next to YOU..
Daph- Dumbass..
Draco- Your all stupid.
As Draco tossed his phone aside, he did something he never thought he would do.. He pushed his shorts down, and closed his eyes. Allowing himself to get off to the sounds you were making.
The same thing all of your friends, besides Astoria, were doing at the same time.
Mattheo ripped the headset off, setting the TV so you could hear through it, while the mic still worked. He lined himself up behind you before pushing into you, both of you moaning loudly. He kissed your shoulder as you adjusted to the new angle. When you nodded, he whispered in your ear, lips brushing the shell causing you to push back against him.
“Im gonna fuck you hard.. You know what to say.. I love you Y/n..”
Before you could respond his hand closed around your throat, cutting off just a little air as he pulled almost all the way out. When he slammed back in, the sound of your skin slapping filled the room, over and over and over again. “Fuccckk.” He moaned out pulling you back further and turning your head so he could try and kiss you.
A shameless moan left your lips as his pace picked up. One of his hands holding you in place by the throat, the other squeezing your breasts back and forth. The soft flesh giving way under his needy and harsh grip. Neither of you could control the sounds coming out of you.
This moment was no different than it would've been any other time. Even hearing Pansy and Theodore moaning through the Tv, it just enhanced the experience. You could feel yourself slipping into that fuzzy place in your mind, the place that made you moldable to Mattheos will.
His chest was rising and falling quickly against your back as your knees started to shake. Mattheos hand started to tighten, cutting off your air as he slowly lifted you by the neck. Allowing you to stand just on the tips of your toes. The buzzing grew every second that you couldn't breathe.
“You like it when I choke you.. Don't you baby..” Mattheo said already knowing the answer, but when you nodded he chuckled and set you back down. Releasing a little, but not letting go, “You're gonna have to answer for the group Pretty girl..”
“Yes Theo.. Love it when you choke me.”
You heard a groan come loudly through the TV, chuckling a little when you realized it was Theodore. Who also goes by Theo in other groups, in yours he's Teddy. But that doesn't change the hotness of it for him.
Soon Mattheo is lifting you again, black spots sparkling around your vision and your lungs start to burn from the lack of oxygen. If you didn't have so much experience with each other you would panic, but Mattheo knew your body better than you did. He let you go just enough for the balls of your feet to hold you up.
Barley dragging in air, just enough to be ok, you somehow managed to moan when his fingers started swiping back and forth over your clit again. Between the breath play and his cock pistoning into you, you were releasing all over him. You didn't even have time to say anything before it happened.
“AAHH.. Theo.. Fuckk.. Theo.” You moaned as his hand let go of your throat to keep holding you up. He moaned as your pussy clenched around his cock, “God, Y/n squeezing me so hard.. So damn tight..”
Pansys voice practically screamed through the TV at Blaise not to stop, that she was close. Thedore voiced a similar plea to Daphne. Draco must've turned his mic off, because he was still active but no noise was coming through.
Mattheo lowered you to the soft carpet, flipping you to your back before lining up and pushing back into you again. An animalistic pace set as he moaned loudly, “so wet.. All mine..” He said before kissing you ridiculously hard.
Your fuzzy mind struggled to keep up with his lips, but he clearly didn't mind.
His fingers dug into your hips as he pulled you into each of his thrusts. His cock never left you as he pulled out and slammed back in. His tip brushing over your g-spot almost every time he moves, causing little moans and screams to leave your mouth.
His moans started to get louder as you arched your back into him, wrapping your legs around his waist. Arms thrown under his arms, nails digging into his back, ripping bleeding lines down the flesh just like he loved.
The small white scars he carried every day from your nails were one of his favorite things about his body. Everytime a new one showed up, his chest warmed with love and pride.
One of his arms quickly wrapped around your back, lifting you so he was holding you up. He was on his knees thrusting up into you, in an almost impossible position. But he was so deep in you, you were both certain if you looked down you would be able to see his cock in your stomach.
His teeth bit down onto your breast, leaving behind his teeth marks, right next to his initials he carved on your wedding night. He groaned loudly in time with two other people, who seemed to be Blaise and Daphne.
The room was now filled with an obscene amount of skin slapping. It was clear that not only were you two having sex, but now the other two couples were too. Daphnes and Pansys moans mixing with yours as Blaise spoke “God this is hotter than I thought it would be.”
You looked down into the beautifully dark eyes of Mattheo Riddle. The only man you had ever loved. The person who owned your entire being. He looked up at you, an angel among men in his opinion. Your tits bouncing in his face as his thrusts slowed down, laying you back down as he felt your pussy fluttering around him again.
Now instead of hard and frantic his thrust were slow and deep, meaningful as he looked down at you. You could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he made love to you, the sounds of your friends fucking drown out. It was just the two of you, your foreheads pushed together as your bodies moved together.
In a rhythm you knew so well. Your lips brushed against each other as you spoke quietly, keeping this moment just between the two of you. “Put a baby in me Riddle..” The moan that left his lips and one deep thrust was all it took to throw you over the edge. His deep husky moan makes you feel things nobody else has ever made you feel.
One final thrust on his part as he yelled ‘Fuck’. What was perfect was Theodore and Blaise both said it at the same time. So while Mattheos cum was shooting out of him, and into you, making his head fuzzy as he started talking. While he could obviously hear the others, he didn't really process them listening as he spoke.
“God.. I can't wait to see you round and glowing.. Full of my babies..” When he was sure that he was done cumming, he couldn't force himself to move. Even though his legs burned, he was pretty sure his knees were raw, he couldn't move. Couldn't pull out, while he wanted to see his cum leaking out of you, he really wanted it to just stay up in you.
So while you both laid there catching your breath, he stayed most soft, plugging you up, and keeping his babies inside you. You both slowly started to become less fuzzy, hearing each of the couples saying they were logging off. Before Mattheo smacked his hand around to find the controller, turning his console off too.
When he finally pulled out, he leaned back to watch as he leaked out of you. Pushing his cum back in with his fingers before it hit the carpet. Hushing you as you whined from the sensitivity. Mattheo pulled you up into his arms as he stood, slowly walking to the bathroom. “Time for a bath.. Then bed.. And a big breakfast in the morning.” He said as he kissed your forehead, thanking whatever gods existed for having you in his life.
This is my first time posting something like this.. I have a few more for some other characters written that just need editied. IF you like this please let me know, or give me pointers. Im also down for trying out requests Thanks loves!
I walk into the great hall with Hermione, we're discussing the answers we got on an assignment, we head to our usual seats. "Hi Harry, hi Ron." I smile. They just nod before going back to whispering amongst themselves. I give Hermione a werid look before she looks back at me. She gives me a pat on my back, giving me a reassuring smile. I look around the hall, seeing many people whispering, all their eyes piercing at me. I shift uncomfortably in the wooden bench. I pick up my spoon and stir my soup slowly, my leg bouncing. "Hermione? Why is everyone looking at me like that?" I ask with a low voice. She shurgs. "I dunno, did you do anything hurtful to anyone?" My eyes widen. "We both know I would never do that!" I state. "Just saying." She says, taking a bite of a piece of garlic bread.
"Harry, Ron? What's happening!" I shout. The whole Gryffindor table looks at me before erupting into loud whispers. Harry gives Ron a look. He nods. Harry looks back at me. "There's a rumor.. going around.." he starts. My eyebrows raise in curiosity. "About..?" I ask slowly, my fingers let go of the spoon. "That you're kinda..dating Mattheo Riddle." He says, forcing an awkward smile. "What!?" I gasp. Hermiones head turns to me. "Hermione!" I practically yell. "We all know i wouldn't even touch Mattheo Riddle with a ten foot pole!?" I pause. "We know, but still..he has been flirting with you a lot recently.." I groan. "You bloody idiots, he flirts with everyone!" I exclaim. The whole table is now watching our argument. "I suppose." Ron says, taking a huge bite of a turkey leg. "Look, i believe you, Y/n." Hermione smiles. "Thank you!" I sigh in relief. At least someone believes me. "Come on, we've been at his head since the first year! Why would I ever date Mattheo Riddle?!" Harry looks down. "I suppose I believe you. But his father is a horrible person." I let out a sympathetic smile for him. Mattheos' father did kill Harry's parents. "I know." I say, leaning over the table slightly, patting him. "Thank you, Y/n." He says.
Then, a student I've never seen before, I'm guessing they're a 6th year student, comes up to me. "Is it true? Is it true that you're dating Mattheo Riddle!?" He asks. I sigh heavily. "Sorry, but no, i hate that guy." I say, smiling sarcastically before rolling my eyes. "Oh." He simply says before walking away. Throughout my time of trying to peacefully eat my dinner, at least 2 other people came up to me to ask the same thing; if I was dating Mattheo.
"Excuse me-" a little boy speaks up.
I groan loudly. "No, i am not dating Mattheo Riddle, and no, i will never ever date him!" I stand up, pushing past the kid. I probably said that so loudly that the whole castle heard. Many people begin to stare as I walk out.
I storm out as I walk through the corridors. A ravenclaw student looks me up and down, his eyes squinting. "What?" I hiss at him, he looks down and walks faster, avoiding my gaze. I roll my eyes. Gosh! Does the whole school know about that rumor? Maybe Riddle knows something about all of this, either if he knew who started it or where the rumor came from.
I head down to the duegons, where the Slytherin common room was located. I remember the password for the room because once in my 3rd year, I was paired up with Blaise Zabini for a project. "Pureblood," I mumble as the door opens. I look around, and thankfully, everyone is at dinner. The coast is clear. If people saw me here in my red robes and found out i was going to Mattheos dorm, it was further escalated to the situation. I walk up the stairs to the boys' dormitory. I look at the sliver signs hung outside the doors, I see many familiar names, like Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, and finally, Mattho Riddle.
I hesitate for a moment, rethinking my choices. I inhale deeply as I knock. I wait a few fair seconds before he opens the door. He's in his regular clothes; a grey shirt and black jeans. My eyes betray me as I check him out slightly. I look back at his stupidly handsome face. His face has many previous scars from the many fights he had. At least once a week, he fights someone for a stupid reason. Once, he fought someone for simply giving him a dirty look.
"Checking me out, L/n?" He chuckles, his tone dripping with curiosity and sarcasm. "As if!" I say. "Now, we have to talk." I say, entering his dorm. "About what?" He says, catching up to me. I take a second to admire his dorm. It's surprisingly clean and tidy. I highly expected to see a bunch of dirty laundry all over the place. I guess Mattheos is the type of guy to seem very messy when he's actually very clean. He's like that with academics. He seems like a slacker, especially considering his "bad boy" reputation. I thought he got horrible grades, but he's actually the second highest in our whole year. First, obviously being Hermione.
"The rumor." I say, turning around face him. His eyebrows widen in almost a taunting way. "What rumor?" He smiles innocently. "The rumor!" I repeat. "Im sorry, I have no idea of what you're talking about." He exclaims. His expressions obviously very dramatic. "Bloody idiot." I mutter, crossing my arms. "The rumor of us dating." I mutter fast, looking to the side. "I'm sorry, what was that?" He says, his eyes widening, he steps closer. "The rumor going around of us dating." I say this time clearly and more louder. "Ohh, that one." He nods, walking around me, his hands behind him in a professional manner, like a hunter roaming its prey.
"We have to put an end to this. At least 5 people had asked me today if I was dating your arse." He pauses. "And what did you reply back?" He says. "That i wouldn't touch you with a 10 foot pole!" I yell, glaring at him. He looks back, we have a staring contest for a few moments, I could feel my heart beating nervously, I suddenly blink and end the eye contact. "Funny." He says.
"Tomorrow, you're going to tell everyone that you hate me and that we never dated." I threaten, it's more of an empty threat, though. He leans back against his desk, arms crossed, watching her with that infuriating smirk. "Is that so?" His voice is lazy, almost amused. I step closer, my jaw tightening. "Yes. You’re going to end this rumor tomorrow." Mattheo tilts his head, eyes flicking over me. I shift uncomfortably. "And what if I don’t?" I exhale sharply. "Then I’ll do it myself." He chuckles, low and dangerous. "Go ahead. See if anyone believes you." I inhale deeply. "What the bloody hell is wrong with you?" He smirks. "A lot of things, love." He says. Love? Did this idiot just call me love!? I catch my breath, but I refuse to back down. "You’re utterly disgusting." His smirk deepens. "And yet, you came all the way here… to my dorm…" My throat tightens as I begin to come up with an answer. "Well, because I-"
"Because what, sweetheart?" His tone dripping with mockery. "I fucking hate you!" I yell. "For someone who claims to hate me, you sure do blush a lot." He smirks. His face leaning in, his hands in his pockets. His right, I am blushing. More then I should be. "It's just hot in here.."
"Sure." He whispers. He's so close i can practically feel the heat radiating off of him. "Admit it." He spits, his voice laced with desire. I gulp. "You like this..."
I'm guessing this means all the undeniable tension between us and the attention he's giving me.
I make a bold move and step forward. We're practically touching now. I just realized how tall Mattheo is - he's at least a foot taller than me. I look up at him, and he looks down at me, licking his lips. I'm going to go crazy is this man doesn't smash his lips onto mine in the nex-
Mattheo grabs my waist and presses his lips onto mine. I take a moment to taste his lips. Of course, they taste like smoke from all the cigarettes he smokes. The kiss is everything in one, rough, soft, hard, light.
"Did you seriously just use Legilimency on me, Riddle!?" I exclaim, figeting with his tie. "Possibly..?" He murmurs, his eyes tracing up and down my body. He changes the topic by shushing me by kissing me. He pins me to the nearest wall, my back colliding with it. I moan softly. He pulls at my skirt a little.
"You know.." I whisper. "If you want me to take my clothes off, just say so." I say. "Please do -" he whimpers. I undo my top slowly as he watches, his eyes hungry. When i finally unbutton my top to reveal my lace bra, his eyes widen as his lips part. "Wow.." he whispers. My stomach does a blackflip. I pull down my skirt. Under my skirt, there's my matching black underwear. He runs his hands over my body as he leans in for another hungry kiss, this one being much rougher. "Jump." He whispers, i do, he catches me, his hands digging into my thigh, he kisses my neck as he throws me onto his bed. I moan as I land on his soft bed, I rub my hands along the hem of his shirt, pulling it off, and he breathes heavily. My eyes glaze over his toned body. He has broad shoulders and abs. I lick my lips as I trace my finger along his body in a seductive way.
He has many faded scars, showcasing all the trauma he's been, though. He leans down and kisses my cleavage all the way up to my neck, each time leaving some purple bruises along my body. I tilt my head back in pleasure.
I grasp his shoulders as I flip him so he's underneath me. It's my turn to mark him.
He gasps slightly before smirking.
"Not so innocent, eh?" He chuckles. I shush him with a fat kiss on his lips. He cups my cheeks, my hands roam all around his perfect body. I climb on top of him, straddling him. I notice the hard budge in his pants, i grab it boldy as I kiss him. He buckles his hips, grabbing my waist. "Fuck-" he murmurs, titling his head back. I smirk, drawing circles on his pants. "Fucking hell Y/n.." he mumbles. "Suck my dick right now." He demands. "Beg for me." I whisper, unzipping his pants slowly. "Youre going to be the detah of me." He sighs. "Please, L/n, suck my fucking dick." He exclaims, caressing my cheek. "Please.." he begs more.
If you would have told me a few ago that Mattheo was begging for me to suck his dick I would think you would utterly bloody insane.
I unzip his pants and pull them down to his knees. My eyes widen at his black boxers. His dick looks huge. I look back at him, his eyes screaming with lust. His eyes low and dangerous. I pull down his boxers. I gasped at his length. He's fucking massive. He smirks. I probably boosted his ego way more. It's already high enough as it is.
He dick is stained with pre cum, I tease him by stroking his cock, he whimpers.
"Fuc-" he stammers. "Fuck y/n!" He yells.
I stroke it faster as he runs out of breath. "You like that?" I smirk. "Mm, yes." He reply back, holding my waist. I bring my mouth closer to his cock, I lick his tip, tasting his salty juices. I make sure my tongue licks all around his tip, going in a circular motion. I slowly bob my head, sucking lightly, storking his dick, my other hand resting on his thigh. "D-damn." He stutters out. "Imagine if your stupid little friends saw what yo-you were doing right now." He taunts. "And imagine what your high egoed, jerk friends saw you right now." I say, my mouth full of his cock. "Shit, I'm gonna c-come." He shouts. "Go ahead." I mutter. As he comes in my mouth, i lick every last drop up. He tilts his head back again, mumbling a few curses.
"What a slut. Tsk tsk." He whispers in my ear, grabbing my hair. I gasp. "Now," he begins. "I think i need to fuck that attitude right out of ya." He murmurs, his voice sinister. I nod helplessly. "I need fucking words Y/n." He demands. "Yes, please.." i answer "Please what?" He asks. "Please fuck me!" I yell, his hands dangerously close to my pussy. He grabs me and flips me, so he's now ontop. He places a hand under me, his hand fidgeting with my bra strap until it clicks off. He throws my bra across the room. He places a quick kiss in between my breasts, as he also rips off my underwear. "Such a pretty body." He licks his lips. "To bad you have such a bitchy attitude." He smirks. "What a handsome face, too bad you're such a bloody idiot." I sarcastically say, touching his cheek.
Now, we're both completely naked. I still can't believe this is happening, Mattheo Riddle, aka the guy who has constantly bullied and picked on me since first year, is now about to fuck me. But this doesn't mean anything? Right? It's just a quick fuck, we'll put our clothes back on and he'll tell me to get out, and we'll go back to our old routines without uttering a word about this night..?
He grabs both of my legs and places them overtop his shoulders, his dick lining up with my opening. "Do it." I demand, grabbing his sheets. "Spit." He says, holding his hand out for me to spit in. He rubs my saliva all over his dick. His tip enters my opening as I moan softly. I buckle my hips getting used to this. "Y/n," he asks. "Are you a virgin?" I smirk"Fucking whore. Who was it?" He asks. "Fred Weasley." I yell as he enters me. "Was he good?" Mattheo scoffs, his voice laced with jealously. "He was a-amazing-!" I shout, my voice cracking. He slowly goes in and out. "I'll fuck you so hard the only thing that you will remember is my name, I'll be all you could think of" He smirks. I gasped at this. I do nothing but nod.
I remember around 6 months ago I fucked Fred, I cant remember how it happend, but it did. He was pretty good, but we agreed to never bring it up again.
He's so big I can feel him in my stomach. "Fuck!" I yell, my eyes rolling back. "I...mm! Fucking...hate..you!" I shout at him, I close my eyes due to the overwhelming pleasure. "Keep telling yourself that!" He yells aswell. He hits my sweetspot as I moan loudly. "Moan any louder, and the whole common room will hear." He teases, grabbing my breasts. He coutines to push in and out of me, roughly. I could feel the bed speaking. I grab his shoulder, my fingernails digging into him.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I yell. I can tell I'm close. "I'm gonna- cum!" I whimper, looking up at him. "Cum all over my cock." He says, rubbing my sides. So I do. "Fucking perfect." He praises. I sigh in relief as he flops beside me. "So, am i better than that Weasley boy?" He asks me. "I guess so." I shurg nonchalantly as I stand up, picking up my clothes and putting them back on me. "That's all you have to say!?" He gasps. "Looks like someone's jealous." I boop his nose. "I am not!" He shouts. "Just kidding, you were fucking amazing." I smile lightly. "Uh, thank you."
"Mattheo, are we still enemies or..?" I ask, looking down. "I mean.. if you want to be.. I don't think any of our friends would approve of us.. you know..dating." he replies back. I can imagine my friends' reactions when I tell them I'm actually dating Mattheo Riddle, and it's not just some rumor. "Unless.. you wanna date in like secrect?" He inhales, steping closer to me, as he buttons up his top. "Uh..yeah..I'll like that." I smile. I guess, deep down, i always had feelings for Mattheo.. I just kinda denied them and ignored them. I guess that's why I always feel nervous around him. "Come back here tomorrow, love." He kisses me. "See you later." I smile.
The next day, i found myself staring at him in classes, the great hall, the hallways , you name it. It was like Cupid struck me with an arrow. Sure, he was amazing at sex, but what would he be like as a boyfriend? "Y/n, earth to Y/n!" Hermione says, waving a hand in my face. "Sorry, mione." I giggle awkwardly. "Guess what!" She smiles. "What? Did you finally free the house elves?" I smile back. "Shutup!" She laughs. "Anyways, someone cleared up the rumor, so now everyone knows it was fake and how you two hate each other!" She pats my back. "Wow! Great!" I fake smile. I hate how we could tell no one about us. How we had to pretend to be enemies.
After I eat, I arrive at Mattheos dorm, the same time as yesterday, I uttered an excuse about having to finish my homework. I make sure no one's looking as I climb up to his dorm. I knock.
"Hi." I smile. "Hey." He smiles back, opening the door wider, inviting me in. "My sheets still smell like you?" He randomly says. "Great." I say as I walk in, sitting on his bed. "We need rules.." i state. "Rules?" He asks. "To us secretly dating." I remind him. He sits next to me. "In public, we act like enemies. I'll come to your dorm at least twice a week, maybe more. I just need enough excuses."
"Got it." He nods. "Can you stay here tonight, though?" He asks me, his hand on my thigh. "Uh, sure, I'll just say i slept over at someone's dorm.." But who's? Definitely not anyone in Gryffindor, I don't know many people in hufflepuff that I'm close with. Ravenclaw..wait..Luna Lovegood! I could tell her about this whole dating thing, and she'll cover for me!" I look at Mattheo, I just realized how pretty he looks in this lightning. "I could say that I went to Luna Lovegoods dorm for a sleepover once a week, I could tell her, she's to busy in her own world to care about us dating, she'll never judge us." I say, grabbing his hand. "That works." He smiles.
After a few hours of talking, it's getting pretty late, so we lay down, facing each other. "You're so pretty." He says, putting a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "You are too." I mutter my hand on his cheek. "Do you think we can sneak off to Hogsmeade tomorrow? Will anyone see us?" He asks me. "Sure, but we'll have to be extra careful." I say as he nods. "Y/n, can we spoon?" He asks me. "Okay, but I call the little spoon." He grabs me gently, pulling me closer to him. "Works for me." He says, before I fall asleep.