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jrockjoy · 6 months ago

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SIX. anal — mattheo riddle

warnings — smut 18+. anal sex. mentions of (unprotected) vaginal sex and creampies.

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“hey, i promise i’ll go slow.” mattheo reassures you, though it sounds more like he’s trying to convince himself than you, because the sight in front of him—you on your knees, your ass inches away from his erection, and your pussy dripping with his cum from the round prior—makes him lose all his self-control.

“it’ll feel so good baby, trust me.” he reaches his hand to your head that’s turned towards him, his thumb gently brushing over your cheek as his soft brown eyes stare deeply into yours. your own hazy eyes look back at him, your hair tousled and your legs trembling from mattheo fucking your cunt until it’s sore and leaking his cum— but still, he isn’t done yet.

you aren’t new to anal play at all, though. mattheo occasionally buys you all kinds of cute butt plugs, expanding your already extensive collection, slowly pushing them into you while he’s fucking you. and god, it always felt incredible. so you are more than thrilled to try anal sex, although logically, you still feel a small twinge of nervousness.

“i know it will matt, and i’m ready. please, fuck me.” mattheo groans at your eager words while gazing down at you impatiently wiggling your ass in front of him, a smirk spreading on his face and his lust filled eyes darkening. his hand instantly flies to the bottle of lube on the nightstand, clumsily knocking everything else over, making you shake your head in amused disbelief.

“fuuuuck.” he drawls in a raspy tone while eagerly spreading your cheeks, his pupils dilating at the sight. you shiver when the cold lube makes contact with your skin, as mattheo spreads a generous amount of both lube and his sperm—gathered from your dripping cunt—all over your tight hole, preparing you for his cock.

you then feel his erection nudge at your entrance, causing your muscles to instinctively tense up at the new, intimidating feeling. mattheo notices immediately and gently runs his soft fingers over your bare back, his feathery touch making you let out a deep breath as your body begins to relax.

with both hands on your hips, he slowly pushes into you, entering you inch by inch, your tight hole wrapping tightly around him. your nails instinctively rake along the delicate fabric of the satin sheets, desperately tugging at them at this new, overwhelming sensation you are experiencing.

you immediately notice how different it feels from vaginal sex— yet so heavenly. an undeniable, sharp pain at the stretch courses through your body, but the pleasure quickly overshadows that, prompting you push your ass back against him, craving more until he’s completely inside of you, so incredibly deep.

“holy fucking shit. look at you baby, takin’ all of me like a good girl. and so… fucking… tight.” mattheo growls, as clouded by sheer ecstasy as you are, his hands gripping your hips in a way that will undoubtedly leave bruises on your skin, before carefully thrusting into you. with each deep thrust, more cum drips out of your pussy, making a mess all over your trembling thighs and the bedsheets.

“does that feel good? hmm?” he asks, but you are so drowned in pleasure, you can’t even seem to form a coherent sentence, humming into the plush pillow with your eyes squeezed shut. noticing that you’re enjoying it, mattheo quickens his pace, his balls lightly smacking against your dripping cunt and clit with each thrust, only intensifying the immense pleasure coursing through your body.

“that’s it, baby. good girl.” mattheo praises, his hand firmly pushing your head deeper into the pillow, while his other hand occasionally slaps your ass, your loud, high-pitched moans muffled by the soft fabric. your back arches as every thrust hits parts so deep inside of you, causing your cunt to clench around nothing as his balls continue to roughly slap against it, his hips snapping harshly against yours.

“gonna fill you up so good, princess, make sure you’re leaking my cum from every. single. hole, all day long.”

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reminder: reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. ty! ♡

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jrockjoy · 10 months ago

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abstract and modern art haters are sooo snobby like klein literally Created an entirely new pigment and then painted a canvas in a way where the brush strokes wouldn't be visible. the insinuation that people with no skill could reproduce that is so annoying because unless you are skilled at color mixing and painting you definitely couldn’t lmao

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jrockjoy · 2 years ago

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HE IS STAR WARS

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jrockjoy · 2 years ago

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Heyy! I was wondering if you could write mattheo riddle x reader with prompts 49 and or 33 please? Fluff xx thanks xx 💗

(33) I can't believe I've never seen this side of you before

(49) I never knew that about you. It's cute

Today fucking sucked. There was no better way to put it. You needed a break from everything, from everyone, just needed to get away and be by yourself. That's how you found yourself on the dock of the black lake, just looking out into the water. You were leaning against one of the pillars, likely hidden from anyone's view that walked by, which was exactly what you wanted. So when you heard footsteps on the dock you froze, pressing your back further into the pillar, just wanting to disappear. You seemed to be doing a good job as you watched Mattheo go up to the edge of the dock, sitting down with his legs crossed to grab what looked like a muggle pencil and sketchbook out of his bag. Your curiosity was peaked at this point and you couldn't stop your mouth as the words came tumbling out, "What are you doing?" Mattheo nearly jumped out of his skin, whipping his head around at the direction of your voice, "Merlin's fucking beard, y/n. When the hell did you get here?" You stood, walking over to him before sitting back down next to him, "I've been here for nearly an hour. Now, tell me what you're doing?" If Mattheo was good at anything, it was avoiding answering questions he didn't want to, "What are you doing? You're just sitting here doing nothing by yourself?" You rolled your eyes, "I had a bad day okay, I come out here to be by myself when I don't want to verbally assault anyone." He smirked at this, "I'd love to see you do that actually, you wanna head back now?" He jutted his thumb over his shoulder back towards the castle. You scoffed, pushing his shoulder, "Okay, Riddle. What are you really doing out here? Why do you have muggle shit with you? That's not like you." He got a little sheepish now, "Oh this stuff, it's nothing. I just come out here to..." he mumbled the end of his sentence, so low you couldn't even make out what he said. "M'sorry, what was that?" you leaned in a little closer, cupping your ear dramatically. He dropped his shoulders, looking up towards the sky like the drama king he was, "I...draw. The muggle way...no magic just like...sketch and stuff." He cheeks were turning more and more pink the longer he spoke, but you had nothing smart to say back to him. You actually kind of admired his secret hobby. "I never knew that about you...it's cute." Your comment had his eyes on yours, "Really?" You nodded, "Really, do you have anything you've done in there? I'd love to see them." You would think he was a kid being told he could buy all the sweets he wanted from Honeydukes the way his eyes lit up, quickly flipping through his sketch pad to pick his favorites to show you. He really was good too, catching all the right details of a Grindylow down to the mischief in it's eyes you've seen as they swim past the windows in the common room. He attention to detail was immaculate. If he charmed it just right, you could swear the Thestral he drew was just a shrunken version of the real thing. You weren't able to see them with your own eyes, but you knew what it was from textbooks. You heart ached slightly from the realization that Mattheo was probably able to see them from a very young age, given his family history. Again you found your mouth unable to keep the words from tumbling out as you spoke, "I can't believe I've never seen this side of you before." Mattheo chucked at this, "Yeah, well I don't exactly go around advertising I'm a sensitive ninny who plays with muggle shit." You shrugged, "I like this version of Mattheo Riddle. You don't always have to have such a stern face and flying fists." You mocked his usually face that he displayed, playfully punching his arm. He smiled shyly, "Well, thank you...I guess. I'm sorry you had a shit day today, though Y/n, truly. Maybe next time it happens you come grab me? We can come back here? I won't make you talk about it, but I'll just draw and you can sit like you were before, but that way neither of us have to be alone." You don't think you had ever agreed to something so quickly.

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jrockjoy · 2 years ago

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Let Me Love You - Draco Malfoy (smut)

It seems like many of us are back on the Draco Malfoy train taking us straight to hell, so I needed to add another fic to this very mess. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader and Draco are sworn enemies, at least that’s what she like to believe. But what happens when they have to share a bed at their friend’s wedding? What happens when he finally lets her in on the feelings that leave her confused and unsure of her own feelings?

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, enemies to lovers, one bed trope, quite some fluff

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader (2.6k words)

“What?” Her voice echoed through the hallway, eyes set on her friend’s features. (Y/n)’s blood was singing in her ears, telling a tale of confusion, anger, and helplessness.

“Oh come on, (y/n), it’s just for a weekend, he’s not half as bad as you think he is!” Her friend's laughter didn’t manage to drown out the thoughts racing through (y/n)’s mind, trying to figure out how to leave in front of her eyes without using any magic, protecting her friend's obliviousness.

“Stace, I love you, but he’s an absolute git. I won’t survive sharing a room with him.” With an exhausted sigh leaving her, (y/n)’s eyes fluttered close, just for a moment. How could she survive sharing a room with Draco Malfoy? The man she’s hated ever since crossing paths with him at Hogwarts all these years ago. Even after she had left the school her hatred had grown, having to endure working for the same company as him. But it felt like fate kept playing tricks on her, pushing (y/n) into the same group of friends Draco called his own.

It was a constant back and forth between the two of them. A back and forth that left her boiling in anger, jaw clenched together whenever he teased her in front of their shared friends, making jokes that pushed waves of heat through her trembling body. And now she was supposed to share a room with him?

“Look who’s finally here, I was waiting for your arrival, love.” Draco’s voice rang in her ears, lips pulled into the smirk she hated almost as much as she hated Draco himself. Slowly she turned towards him, teeth buried in her lower lip to keep her angry words bottled in, at least as long as their friend was still around.

“See, (y/n), I told you Draco doesn’t mind sharing a room with you, please just do it, for me. It’s my wedding after all.”

……

“You insufferable git. Was this your idea?” (Y/n)’s angry voice boomed through the big hotel room, angry eyes set on Draco’s grinning features. He studied her for a few seconds, moving closer and closer till he came to rest in front of her. No words left the blonde haired man as his hand cupped her cheek, feeling the heat flushing through (y/n)’s veins.

“Now, don’t be like that, we both know you’ve been waiting for this to happen for years. No need to hide your crush on me. I’m not blind, I feel your eyes on me, love.” His raspy voice shot shudders down her spine, forcing the hairs to rise on her arms. (Y/n)’s mouth felt dry, stomach in knots, just like her vocal cords. No word managed to roll off her tongue, allowing Draco’s thumb to start exploring her cheek, finding its way to her mouth. “No matter how much you try to hide it, your body can’t stop longing for me.”

“Don’t you dare touch me again, Malfoy.” (Y/n) finally managed to rip herself out of her state, having to turn away from him to try to calm her accelerated breathing. With her heart pounding in her chest she started unpacking her bag, desperately hoping that he’d lose interest in teasing her.

“I’d advise you to pull yourself together. We don’t want you to mess up our friends' big day.” No longer did Draco’s voice carry its teasing undertone, it was back to the icy tone she’s been used to ever since arriving at Hogwarts all these years ago. She froze, eyes flickering up to meet his bright ones, getting lost in the pupils that reminded her of a frozen lake, longings buried beneath the thick blanket of ice they couldn’t escape from. Draco turned away from her after a few moments, reaching for his black coat before he wordlessly left the room.

With a groan clawing through her, (y/n) plopped down on the bed she was supposed to share with him. Her thoughts couldn’t stop racing, once again wondering where the root of all her anger and hatred towards Draco Malfoy was lying, growing stronger with every passing week. And yet she couldn’t pinpoint it on a single event, only able to remember the teasing words rolling off his tongue, embarrassing her in front of new students, pulling pranks on her to prove his worth to those that looked up to him.

She’d have to pull herself together before the weekend would end with her hands covered in Draco’s blood, finally snapping after all these horrible years, burying the handsome man six feet under.

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“Green has always been your colour, love.” His breath fanned over the back of her neck, lips ghosting over the soft skin of her shoulder. Draco stood behind (y/n), hand placed on her waist as the other guests around them listened to one speech after another. A shaky inhale of air was pulled into her lungs, lips finding their way back to the thin rim of her champagne glass, drowning another sip of alcohol.

Ever since this afternoon she had tried to avoid Draco, not daring to cross paths with the man that made her feel more emotions than all the words she knew could ever describe. It was clear to the both of them that he held a dark kind of magic over her body and soul, a spell she wasn’t familiar with, forced to endure. And yet - deep down inside of her - she didn’t want to break free from the back and forth glueing the two of them together.

(Y/n) couldn’t stop her eyes from rolling as Draco’s quiet chuckles rang in her ears, finally pulling away from her. But her peace was soon disturbed once again, pulled into his chest, back perfectly placed against his front. Draco kept his arm wrapped around her middle, smiling at those guests that turned towards the two of them every now and then.

“What are you doing, Malfoy?” He took her glass from her hand, keeping quiet as he started guiding her towards the dance floor. Soft music reverberated through the room, allowing other couples to sway from left to right, couples that looked more in love than she’s ever been, wondering what being admired like this must feel like. She followed Draco’s lead, wondering why the man kept swaying her from left to right, forcing her to dance with him as if they were just another couple invited to the wedding of their friends.

“You see, even though you like to give off the impression of hating me, I don’t think you actually hate me.” Draco whispered the words, lips teasing her ear before he twirled her around, pulling (y/n) even closer. She felt his heart pounding in his chest, beating against the rib cage she felt underneath her trembling hand.

“And why is that? You’ve been nothing but horrible towards me, I have every right to hate you.” He studied her, intensely as if she was a canvas filled with colours his icy eyes have never seen before. Her eyes threatened to flutter close, unable to withstand the intense eye contact.

“Don’t act as if you weren’t just as hateful towards me, I simply followed your lead. I'd rather have you hate me than not care about me at all.” With her breath hitched in her chest she stared at him, pupils dilated, heart pounding, insides churning. Her thoughts couldn’t come up with a reply, wondering if he was once again teasing her, speaking lies she now clung to as if they were her lifeline.

The music stopped playing, just for a few seconds, though seconds long enough for Draco to step away from her, clearing his throat before he blended in with the crowd. It took (y/n) almost a full minute to break out of her thoughts, the state his words have forced her into. Desperate for fresh air she pushed through the crowd, glassy eyes focused on the exit.

She didn’t know what to believe, confused by the words that sounded more sincere than any other words Draco has ever spoken before. Could it be? Could it be that he wasn’t clinging onto the hate she was oh so certain he felt towards her?

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Draco didn’t return that night, he didn’t enter their shared room like she secretly had hoped he would, deciding to stay away from the woman that would probably once again force him into a useless fight. Anxiety thumped through her veins as (y/n) entered the breakfast hall of the hotel, finding her way to the table where Draco was already sitting, pulled into a conversation by a couple (y/n) hasn’t crossed paths with just yet.

“Good morning.” Her soft voice interrupted the conversation, forcing all eyes to snap towards her. Wordlessly Draco pulled the chair next to his away, helping her sit down before he turned back towards the couple. But by then the two of them seemed distracted, focusing on another approaching couple.

“Where were you last night?” (Y/n)’s whispers forced Draco’s eyes back towards her. He studied her, eyes flickering between her pupils and her mouth, the lips she nervously kept biting. With his hand finding her knee he reached for his cup of tea, drowning a few sips before a silent sigh left him.

“I stayed with Mark.” She was waiting for an explanation, wondering why he had decided to stay away, but no further word left Draco, eyes focusing on hers for a few more seconds before he turned away. Her heart was pounding, forcing her hand to find his, interlacing their fingers before she rose to her feet with a quiet “Come” leaving her.

Draco allowed her to pull him out of the hall, down the hallway towards their shared room. They were engulfed by an unfamiliar silence, atmosphere crackling like a fire feasting from old branches, warming them from inside. She parted from him to sit down on the bed she had slept in, fumbling with her fingers as she stumbled over her words.

“Did you mean it? Did you mean what you said yesterday?” Draco kept his distance, not daring to step closer just yet as a soft “I did” left his slightly parted lips. His words forced (y/n) to lift her gaze, admiring his features. “I don’t know how I feel about this. You’ve always been mean to me, and I guess I just gave in, because I didn’t want to hide from you or your friends. You’ve hurt me, but I guess I wasn’t any better.”

Draco stepped closer, cupping her cheek like he had done yesterday afternoon, once again pushing waves of heat through her trembling body. He moved slowly, tilting his head down to brush his lips against hers, nothing more than a ghost of a touch. (Y/n) forced herself closer, properly kissing Draco for the first time.

Their lips moved in sync, a touch so burning, so intense, both couldn’t stop their moans from leaving one another. Her arms found their way around his neck, gasping in surprise as he sat down next to her, forcing (y/n) to sit in his lap. Their tongues fought for dominance, while their hands started moving, guided on by the longing now flushing through their system.

“We need to stop, otherwise I won’t be able to let you go.” Draco murmured his words against her lips, words (y/n) spared no attention to, trembling hands working on his shirt. A chuckle ripped through Draco, tilting her head up to meet his intense gaze. He kissed her again, urged on by the lust keeping them laced together, slowly laying down with (y/n) still straddling his lap.

“I don’t want you to let me go, I need you to touch me, please Draco.” For the first time in years she didn’t speak his name with any hate fueling her words, murmuring it softly as if she was praying to whoever was listening, sharing her secrets with the dark night. Draco instantly gave in, undoing the zip of her dress, pulling it over her head as he sat up once again, shuffling out of his dress shirt.

She helped him out of his trousers before she stepped out of her underwear, naked bodies exposed to one another's wandering eyes. Draco pulled her back into his lap, kissing (y/n) breathless as his hand found her heat, feeling her arousal drip from her folds. The two were a moaning mess, bodies begging them to give in, to finally feel one another in the most intimate way imaginable. With her trembling hand finding his twitching cock, (y/n) aligned his cock with her heat, parting from the kiss to force another breath of air into her burning lungs.

“Fuck,” the curse slowly rolled off Draco’s tongue as she sank down on his cock, walls clenching around him in a desperate attempt to adjust. His hands kept exploring her body, stroking up and down her sides, cupping her breasts as (y/n) slowly started moving. Draco supported her every move, forcing her down for another kiss, hips jerking up to meet hers.

Neither of them cared about the friends that were probably looking for them, neither of them cared about the unaddressed confessions hanging in the air, begging to be spoken. All they cared about was the way their bodies perfectly fit together, forming a bond so strong both struggled to keep on breathing.

“Feels so good, shit, I feel so full.” (Y/n)’s whispers forced a shaky breath out of Draco, drowning out her surprised gasp as he tightened his grasp on her, flipping them around. He fucked her into the mattress, hand finding the headrest of the bed to try and keep himself controlled, not daring to mark her up just yet.

Their moans reverberated through the air, urging them on to climb higher and higher, wanting to finally give into the intense feeling simmering deep inside of them. Every now and then their lips found back together, sharing breathless kisses that were interrupted by their moans, by their groans, sounds that clearly projected their every need.

“Such a tight cunt, fuck, my pretty girl, you feel so good.” His praises left (y/n) burning with heat thumping through her, eyes rolling back in her head as his cold fingers found her clit, carefully circling the bundle of nerves. With her back arched off the mattress and her quivering legs wrapped around his waist, she gave in, choking on his name, begging him to fuck her through her high.

Draco’s body kept meeting hers, only pulling out of her as he felt himself tumbling over the edge, relieving himself on her lower stomach with a groan. Their hearts were racing, lungs begging for more air, bodies trembling, a feeling so intense kept holding them hostage that neither of them managed to break through the cloud of lust they were still engulfed by.

“I don’t know how we’ll explain this to our friends.” Her whispers left Draco chuckling, plopping down next to her. Their eyes met before another laugh left the two, letting go of a “Fuck” begging to leave them.

“We will definitely have to endure their ‘I told you so’, but I’m more than okay with that.”

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jrockjoy · 2 years ago

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good night

pairing: boyf! mattheo riddle x fem!reader (no y/n)

summary: dont study with other boys when mattheo’s roomate is out of hogwarts. or ever actually.

warnings: unprotected sex (pretend you’re on bc), restraint (its brief)

word count: 2700>

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the fact that you were sat (in turmoil) in the slytherin common room well past curfew, staring down silently at the piles of partchment said something. not sure what. but it said something. you were a good student, always have been, the kind that people would hide a glare behind reassuring eyes when you’d express your stress about an exam. “i’m sure you’ll do well” your peers would say and you would rub your temples in stress, even though without a doubt the exam result would come back with no lower than an ‘outstanding’. you slump down further into your seat, resting your head in your hands and groaning loudly. never have you studied so hard for a test, and its proved to be more draining than expected-so much so the loud creak of the common room door opening isn’t heard and the silent stride of blaise walking towards you isnt noticed. “resting well?” he asks, and your body jumps, head jerking upwards. the corner of his mouth upturns slightly with an amused expression and you frown, “what are you doing here?” he shrugs, taking a seat in front of you and scanning the papers, “i couldn’t sleep” his fingers flip through the notes you’ve taken and his eyebrows knit together the further he looks, eyes flickering up towards yours in concern as you focus on his face ardently. “you aren’t studying for the same test i am” his voice is hightens in pitch trying to hide his laugh, and you snatch away the partchment from his hands. rude. “so lovely and encouraging as always blaise. thanks.” the corner of his mouth turn upwards further when you huff and he stands up off the couch opposite to you. “move over” he hums and you shuffle hesitantly, folding your arms across your chest with a grimaced face. he leans closer to you, reaching for the textbook you’ve been reading from, “these things have a content page by the way,” he opens the first page of the book, pointing sarcastically at the “content” printed in bold black letters at the top, “trust me you really don’t have to pull information out of thin air” he glances back at your notes, finding the topic you were struggling with and scanning through to the correct page number. he begins explaining what exactly your doing wrong- same monotone, stuck up and obnoxious tone he uses with everyone, but its actually appriciated this time.

another creak from the door is heard, tall-shadowy figure stepping in with a strong presence, interupting the ‘scold and insult you as hard as you can’ session. however, from his perspective it shows a dim, romantic candle lights preserving his girlfriends dainty facial features as you stare wide-eyed at blaise, mouth slightly open as his legs lean toward you, balancing a book on both of your thighs. nobody else in the room and endless oppurtunity. since when did studying require two people being so close that you can tell what colour their eyes are? or smell the coconut shampoo you use? he sighs loudly and your eyes glance up at mattheo stepping towards the both of you. “mattheo! hey!” your features brighten, plump lips widening into a grin. dialating pupils and the soft pinkish haze your cheeks get whenever you see him, even after having been together for several months already, are erasing the image of you and blaise together but it can’t get rid of the hit to his pride. “hey” he breathes, spreading himself out on the couch in front of you. what kind of sick nightmare has the boyfriend watching a guy cozy up to his girlfriend from a meter away? mattheo’s hand extends over the table to meet with blaise’s to dap him up shortly and then arms throw over the backrest. “you done studying?” he asks intuitively, but in his head its more of a statement. you nod eagerly with a sweet smile, couping up all the papers from the table and blaise turns to take note of how zealous your actions are now. its cute. in the sense that he hopes to make someone as giddy as you are in his presence, but he’d never admit that. if mattheo found out he looks up to his relationship it would be the topic of discussion at the slytherin table for months on end-probably years.

“thanks for your expertise blaise,” you chirp, pivoting around to wave smally, “night.” he nods quickly upwards to bid farewell to you both and you quicken your steps to catch up to mattheo, whos waiting for you patiently with the door open. “night blaise” he sing-songs with a high voice right after the door slams shut to mock you, resting his right hand around your shoulders while the other takes out his wand to ‘lumos’ the deep hallway. you scoff and he hums, “yeah… ‘night’ because only my night can be good, right?” he peers down at you and your eyes blink slowly up at him, hand reaching over to hit his abdomen playfully. he teases, but you know he’s serious deep down, and you’d be lying if that didn’t do something weirdly nice in the pit of your stomach. he’s still wearing his uniform, white button up with the sleeves rolled up and a green tie. and his hand smoothes down your back, slithering underneath your jumper to rest comfortably at your bare waist as a way to guide you to your dorm. “come over” he suggests, gravelly and leaning down to speak right into your ear. the way you felt your face run hot, eyes darting around spoke just the answer he wanted to hear, yet you still mumble a quiet, “okay” with breath increasing already.

you waste no time to cup his face, leaning in to kiss his ready lips as you closely approach his dorm room, his hand placed protectively on the spine of your back, as he twists the door handle open, leading you into the darknened room. the switch in positions forcefully shuts the door with your back and he takes a step closer to you, chests pressed up against one another. his lips wetly plant a kiss on your neck. wanting to hear you gasp at the warmth of them and the soft suction of his exploration, letting your hands roam up into the curls of his dark hair as his own hand caresses your face, swiping a thumb over your lips. hurriedly moving, he lays you across the closest bed, his roomate’s. theo won’t mind. your hands familiarly reach up to switch on the lamp on his bed side table, illuminating mattheo’s amorous eyes desperately lifting the bottom of your knit jumper over your torso, lips connecting to your stomach to lap all the way up to your ribs. he hums, moving closer and closer to your breasts, his hand reaches underneath the bunched up fabric at your chest, groaning when instantly met with the peaks of your hard nipples. “fuck…” he lifts his head up, eyes meeting with yours. “you were around him that whole time without a bra?” his panting is desperate, eyelids lowering provokingly and pulling away completely. the thought of you sitting, talking and looking at blaise when you had completely nothing underneath your top sends a heat to run through mattheo’s bloodstream. your breath is heaving and your eyes focus on the way his hands losen his tie from above you rapidly; propping yourself up on your elbows and observing, the tie going over his head and around your wrists. “mattheo?” murmuring his name you gape and his mouth turns to smirk, “trust me, angel”

a hum from you allows him to pull the end of the tie vigarously, tightening around your wrists that are pulled above your head. your back settles into theo’s beige sheets and mattheo’s free hand impatiently tries to slip the buttons of his shirt open but the sight of your widened eager eyes prompts him to ravenously lower himself back down to your ribcage, nibling all the way up to the valley of your breasts. chest rising and falling rapidly in his face, the craving for his touch at the pool in between your legs rises and you mewl. “ma-” your voice begins to pur, turning into a loud gasp when his mouth latches onto your nipple, spreading a dizzying sensation in your head and a squeezing your eyes shut. neglecting the rest of your five sense and isolating the touch of mattheo’s soft and desirous lips journeying to the other breast, equally licking the surface and savouring the taste of them in his mouth. slightly chemically from the moisturiser you use, and the quick thought of you rubbing it into them passes his head, paining the pressure in his boxers even more. retracting his head away from your wet chest, your head tilts down to meet his eyes, a betrayed expression on your face. “are you going to keep walking around guys with your tits out?” he incites irritatedly, pulling the tie upwards greater, and you shudder, your mouth falling open. he exhales a cold breath longly towards your chest, the breath reaching the wet and sensitive peaks of your boobs, chilling your whole body instantly and arching your back unintentionally. you muffle a moan through pressed lips, friction between the bucking of your hips and his own sparking a low groan to fall out of mattheo’s own mouth. he suspects he could come from just looking at you under him like this, raising your hips to create some sort of sensation, cheeks blushing red from below your raised arms you use to hide it, shaking your head side to side despairingly, “mattheo never. i promise.” you beg, shrieking achingly. he blows down again and your body twitches, chest burrowing down into the bed. “don’t let me find you alone with anyone like that again.”

“never again.” you nod up at him, squirming. your reassurance spreads a smile onto his face and his hand releases the tie gripped around your wrists, your body shooting up to wrap your connected arms around his neck to ram your hungry lips onto his after being deprived of them for so long. you free your hands of the knot and his body shuffles backward, leaning against the wall and legs straightening on the sheets readily waiting for you to straddle him. your parted legs hit his upper-thighs, so perfectly to rub his bulge, while your sodden mouth encircles the sharp edges of his jawline, sends it twitching. you can feel it, even through the trousers your wearing and resist the urge not to hump it to climax in that moment. yet you still move your hips, rolling them on his own, punishingly and slowly to share the raging heat flowing through your body. “you’re so good at that, you know?” he murmurs heavily and you bite back a moan. whatever it was he’s referring to you want to make sure you do it every single day for him, taking a mental snapshot of this very moment.

you lift yourself up onto your knees, swiftly opening the button of his black chinos, guiding the zip down and pulling them only the neccessary amount to expose his boxers and therefore his cock thats covered thinly. you don’t even bother trying to tediously push every button of his shirt open, taking it from the bottom and pulling it over his head, instictively nibbling on his collarbones briefly. “let me do this” mattheo hums with a stroke of your hair, hands grabbing underneath the hem of your pants and pulling them down effortlessly, grazing his palms down your ass as he passes your black panties. undoubtedly, he could feel the wet patch pressing against his groin, and you searched for some sort of answer within his eyes, the distance between your two faces so unbelievably close its able to split oxygen molecules back into two from the shared panting. “touch yourself” he breathes, kiss impatiently planting on your open mouth. your hand obediently slips into your panties, sliding through your folds, smoothing the wetness to your clit where you circle slowly with your two fingers. straight away your head falls forward, leaning against mattheo’s forehead for support, and his eyebrows scrunch up to observe you with an innocent look, darting contact from one of your eyes to the other with a gleaming in them-as if you aren’t actively melting in his arms. he notices the way your urge to moan increases the more you toy with yourself, trying so hard not to wake the person next door, heart beat amplifying to a pounding. “dont come yet, angel.” he reaches for your hand, guiding it to rest on his shoulder and removing the last pieces of your clothing. you sit completely naked on top of him and his gaze cannot help but wander to the places he dreams the most about, small blush, barely noticable flushing his cheeks. his own fingers wrap around his length, revealing it from out of his boxers and parting your lips noisily, the both of you sharing a small glance. “can i put it in?” he asks, dancing his fingertips along your cheek to push a piece of hair behind your ear, “please, mattheo, do it.” your voice is far from whining, its the pleading of desperate woman you would only ever let him hear.

your opening aches with having to stretch out for his dick as you lower down, hand tightening around his shoulder to help bare it, while his thumb comes down to helpfully to rub small circles around your clit. simultaneously scattering tender pecks along your cheeks, whispering small encouragements. his erection is completely engulfed patiently, reaching a point where it slips in easily, swiflty bottoming out into your pussy. sharing a gasp, you lift onto your knees, letting your tightness travel up his shaft and snap your hips back down. mattheo’s gaze widens and his breathe hitches, “keep going…” his roused yearning fosters your continuing to pound yourself on his cock, letting your walls take in every inch of it and make sure no nerve goes unfelt. a rythmic pattern is set, up and downs of pumping recklessly and the arms of mattheo wrapped dearly around your waist, hand planted flat on your shoulder blade as the other kneads your bum. he always remembers to preoccupy his mouth with the task of running his tongue along your jaw and neck, and the previous concern for his neighbour is long forgotten as you whimper out his name loudly, each time sending his cock twitching inside you. the muscles in your thighs are beginning to burn from brutally riding him, becoming sloppier the more your pussy throbs on top of him. your palm places cautiously behind mattheo’s head, protecting him from the impact of the wall when he throws his head back in pleasure. “im close.” his words tremble, a light sheen of sweat covering his face and you tilt your pelvis towards him, letting the tip of his cock knock at your cervix.

with one swift motion, he thrashes your back onto the bed again, never letting his length slip out of the warmth of your inner walls, frantically writhing foward his hips as the tight ball in the pit of your stomach unravells, releasing all over him and clenching tightly. “oh god..” he relishes, “just a little longer for me please.” he pleads you with pupils dialated and never stops thrusting, speeding up a little more as his gut tightens. he squeezes his eyes shut, moaning out your name and giving in to slump on top of you. his cock tweaks inside of you still, during aftershocks and he rolls over to be by your side.

his arm slips under your neck, curling you into him for skin-to-skin contact, pouting his lips forward to kiss your forehead softly. “you’re too good you know that?” he scoffs, frowning “who’d you learn it from?” his anger is fleeting, thinking about who else you could have done this with, when you laugh loudly into the skin of his chest, “you.”

you hear a happy hum coming from him as he smiles, like a bee collecting it’s pollen.

“thats right. me.”

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auth n. this is litch my first time posting such a long smut piece im scared guys 🌝. feedback is always really appreciated, please let me know if this was bad lmaoo.

also im looking to open requests because i dont have the brain capacity to create good scenarios. so if you’d like, look out for it and hopefully i won’t be lazy and actually do them◡̈ thanks!

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