#mysmutty

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Monday Morning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Monday Morning.

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

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

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

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

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

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