mattheosg-girl

[mattheosg-girl]

This made me cry i love it

Mattheo sees his child for the first time

A/N: I was just thinking about dad Mattheo, and, oops, a small blurb? Drabble? Idk, just something came out.

Warnings: Brief references to trauma, emotional vulnerability, cursing words

Word count: ~670

The room hums with quiet voices and shuffling feet, but Mattheo hears none of it. Just the pounding in his ears. Just the weight of his own breath.

He stands there like a statue, leather jacket still on, fists clenched at his sides. His gaze is locked on the bundle in white. He just can't take his eyes off them. So fucking small. Wrapped in white, silent in the nurse's arms. Breathing. Alive.

And his.

He doesn't go to them. He can't. His feet might as well be cemented to the floor. Because if he gets too close, if he touches them...

The nurse says his name, soft and coaxing. Asks if he wants to hold them.

He doesn't answer. He just can't.

He was never a fearful man. On the contrary, others were afraid of him. But for the first time in a very long time, Mattheo Riddle is afraid. He is terrified.

Not of blood or death or the enemies who whisper his name like a curse. Not of Azkaban. Not of his family legacy. Not even of the darkness that claws up his spine.

No — he's afraid of this.

Of that tiny life.

Of touching something so clean, so pure, so impossibly untouched by the shadows he drags behind him. Terrified that his hands — hands that have broken bones, cast spells meant to harm, written blood-soaked promises — are not worthy. That if he just touches this child, something in them will break. That his darkness might seep into this little, perfect thing and ruin them forever.

You watch him from the bed, exhaustion in your limbs but love and soft understanding in your eyes. He can feel it, warm and undeserved. It burns worse than any dark magic spell.

He's done too much. Hurt too many. He never thought he deserved you in the first place. Not really. That's been his guilt to carry since the first time he let you sleep on his chest, wondering what kind of broken soul lets someone like you near. But this, this is even worse.

He's not supposed to have this.

Not you. Not this baby.

Not a future.

But your gaze, your love for him — it always tells him otherwise. That he's more than enough for you.

Then the baby stirs and opens their eyes.

Dark hazel, just like his.

It hits him like a Bludger to the chest, like a punch to the gut. Like someone took every shield he's ever built and shattered it in a second. His knees almost give. He swears, quietly, under his breath — a broken, soft sound.

They have his eyes.

Fuck.

They're beautiful. Perfect. And they're his. Part of him. A piece of something good buried beneath all the ruin.

His mouth opens, but no sound comes out. Just this low and dull ache in his chest. He doesn't know how something can be so small and still make him feel bigger than anything he's ever felt.

A nurse carefully steps forward and places the baby in his arms, and Mattheo panics, truly panics. He stiffens. Every muscle locks. He's holding them like they'll shatter if he breathes too hard. His heart's pounding, loud enough he swears they can hear it. His breath hitches unevenly.

This baby weighs almost nothing. But in his arms, they might as well be the whole fucking world.

He's held cursed artifacts, ancient grimoires, treasures men would kill for. But none of it has ever compared to the impossible weight of this tiny child in his arms. Not because they're heavy — but because they matter. More than anything ever has.

They make a small sound — not a cry, just... a soft sleepy noise.

He nearly falls apart.

You whisper his name. "Mattheo."

He looks at you with something wrecked in his eyes. Then back at them, like he can't believe that it is real.

The baby sighs against his chest, warm and trusting. Their hand twitches, curling loosely into the leather of his jacket. And he just... stands there.

Shaking. Silent. Changed.

"Shh, I've got you," he whispers, the promise rasped into the soft crown of their head. It isn't a threat, not this time — it's a vow. One that's heavier than any oath he's ever made.

[mattheosg-girl]

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

MATTHEO RIDDLE as a father is a menace. you bet that man will be tempted to wake his baby in the middle of the night, just because he misses playing with them. he knows that sleep is important, and mattheo knows that those endless sleepless nights ought to be avenged now that sleep is a promise; at the same time, damn, he wants to play too.

if there's a pool at home, mattheo slowly creeps behind his kid, making the tananana of that shark's scary theme, setting the mood to have his kid screaming and giggling as they swim away from mattheo.

also, loves babbling back. this man does NOT baby talk with his kid; mattheo 100% has full-on serious conversations with his kid, which receive gibberish in response.

mattheo haaaaates when his kid goes for nap time. it's like punishment on both sides; while the baby is held in his wife's arms, they sadly wave goodbye to mattheo as they're taken to be lulled to sleep. if possible, mattheo joins forces with his kid to skip naptime to transform it to playtime instead.

from a doomed boy who thought that he should never have kids, mattheo loves being a dad.

[mattheosg-girl]

OHHHH MYYY GAAWWDDDDD.

Imagine biker mattheo wearing this around and then coming to pick you up. Oh my goooddddd. Imma die.

Someone write biker!mattheo. Please.

**this photo is from instagram (tripleshiftnyc)**

[mattheosg-girl]

Girl SAAAMMMMEEEEE

I want to give mattheo riddle head so badly I can barely think straight.

I want to make him lose his mind.

☙ masterlist

[mattheosg-girl]

The way i need this right now, i can't explain it

thinking about dealer!mattheo finally being inside you after being gone for a business trip…

it’s like he has to open you up all over again, like your pussy forgot just how big he was or what it was like to have him inside you. in all honesty, nothing has been up there since he left. no toys or fingers, nothing. it just wasn’t the same and it sure as hell wasn’t nearly as good as matty himself. that familiar burning of him stretching you out all over again had your hands fisting the bedsheets, your back arching and pressing your tits against his chest. “you can do it baby, come on.” mattheo would rasp, his face flickering down to where you’re connected. god, you were squeezing him so fucking tight he was about to bust right there.

mattheo would gently wipe away a tear that slide down your cheek, not even realizing you had been crying. you don’t think it hurt that bad, but the tears rolling down your cheeks told a different story… or you were just being a little dramatic about it. probably the latter. taking a deep breath, you released your manicured nails from the bed, letting yourself melt into the mattress as mattheo pushed all the way inside you. mattheo shudders, taking a deep breath as he feels you finally open up for him. “there you go, angel. just open for me. good girl.”

[mattheosg-girl]

I love mattheo so much

Mattheo Riddle, except when you guys first started dating he was so nervous to have sex. Despite his whole infamous playboy reputation, because he didn’t care about those late night stands or hookups. They didn’t mean anything to him, but you? You mean the world to him. Scratch that, you are his world. Back to the nervous part, he’d be so insecure of his scars and other blemishes he has. So when he finally does get naked, he’s oddly quiet and seems tense. However, when you start to compliment and kiss his skin? He meltssss into you. All his past worries and concerns? Gone. Out the window, like they didn’t even exist and all that’s left on his mind is you.

[mattheosg-girl]

Not Not Love; MR

summary: you are doing everything not to fall for mattheo, but he's making it too hard.

warnings! : oral f! receiving, emotional vulnerability, in love! mattheo, fwb

This is supposed to be quick.

This was never supposed to mean anything. Just skin and urgency. Quiet gasps behind locked doors. A hand pressed over your mouth. A laugh in your ear. No softness, no after. Just the kind of hunger that doesn’t look you in the eye afterward..

But this isn’t that.

His room. His bed. His sheets. And somehow, it all feels more dangerous than any unlocked door you’ve slipped behind before.

And Mattheo Riddle is looking at you like he’s forgotten how to be the boy who smirks through every kiss and burns through every touch. The boy who uses pleasure like erasure. But this—this isn’t that. This is something quieter. Slower. Like your body is a song he’s only just realized he’s always known.

You don’t move. Neither does he. The space between your bodies hums with tension, his weight pressed between your thighs—comfortable, certain. Like he knows he could take more but won’t until you let him. Until you ask.

His gaze lingers like it’s memorizing you—mapping the curve of your lips, the flutter of your lashes, every breath you can’t seem to steady.

“Say something,” you murmur, trying to find your footing, your rules, your script.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, his hands—rough, ringed, capable of bruises and destruction—trace your ribs, slow. Reverent. His fingertips don’t grope. They study.

It makes you shiver.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, almost to himself, his thumb dragging across your lower lip like he’s drawing it from memory. “Too fucking perfect for this.”

You shift beneath him, your voice barely a whisper. “Why are you—”

But he shakes his head, eyes dropping to your mouth again. “Don’t. Don’t ruin it with questions.”

His mouth swallows anything you could have said. Not with words—with a kiss to the underside of your jaw. Then lower. Then your collarbone. Then the center of your chest, like he’s praying there. Each press of his lips is deliberate. Unhurried. Like time’s stopped for him.

Your fingers flex in the sheets. You force a scoff.

“You’re not usually this… theatrical,” you try, voice lighter than your heartbeat.

Mattheo huffs softly, a laugh without sound. His hands slide down your stomach, his rings cool against your feverish skin.

Still no reply.

He spreads your thighs with maddening care and settles between them like he’s been here a thousand times and wants a thousand more.

Your breath stutters. Your whole body feels like a live wire.

“Seriously,” you push, grasping for something real. Something casual. “You don’t have to—”

His mouth brushes over your inner thigh, and your words cut off in a gasp. He doesn’t bite. Doesn’t rush. Just kisses.

Over and over. Like worship.

Your stomach twists violently. You’re too exposed. Too open. Not just physically—emotionally. You feel raw. Watched. Seen.

“Mattheo.” His name slips out again, smaller this time. Almost afraid.

Still, he says nothing.

The first stroke of his tongue is patient, confident, like he’s not in a hurry—like he knows exactly how you’ll fall apart. Your hips buck and he catches them, a steady palm on your thigh, holding you there. There’s no playfulness, no cruelty. Only purpose. Only him.

It’s not just that he’s good at this. He always has been. It’s the way he’s doing it now—like it’s not about getting you off, but knowing you. Like every sound you make is proof he’s getting closer to something he’s not supposed to touch.

You feel his breath when he groans into you, low and dark and restrained. Like he’s the one losing his mind.

You can’t look at him.

You don’t know what’ll happen if you do.

Your hands slide into his hair, unsure if you’re guiding or grounding yourself. He lets you, lets you tug and gasp and writhe as he works you apart with his mouth and fingers like he’s memorizing every shiver.

Then—

You look.

And it’s the worst mistake you’ve ever made.

Because his eyes are already on you—dark and piercing and impossibly tender. Like he’s letting you in, even as he’s coming undone. Like he needs this—but not the way you pretend he does.

That look strips you bare more than anything else he’s done.

Your throat goes tight, and you can’t stop the way your hips lift—needy, frantic—as your orgasm rises too quickly, too deeply. Like it’s dragging you under and setting you free all at once.

You unravel against his mouth, his fingers digging into your thigh, his eyes never wavering—like he’s memorizing the way you fall.

And when it ends—when you’re flushed and wrecked and too full of something sharp and quiet—he just stays there. Silent. Unmoving.

Doesn’t smirk. Doesn’t tease.

He just kisses your thigh again. Slow. Careful.

He rises, slow and steady. Higher. Then higher still, until his face hovers above yours, shadowed by something unspoken.

You try to form a word, but your tongue sticks uselessly to the roof of your mouth.

He kisses you deep—no hesitation, no mercy. Just the heat of your taste on his tongue, and the promise you’ll never forget who gave it to you.

Your fingers curl against his bare shoulders.

You don’t ask what just happened.

The answer is already sitting heavy between you.

Because whatever just broke loose in him—it’s not gone. It’s still breathing in the space between you, still burning in his gaze. And the way he’s looking at you now? Like he’s stripped away more than your clothes. Like there’s nothing left to shield you.

Like you’re his. Entirely, undeniably his.

And you don’t know how you got here. Or what happens if you let him keep you.

[mattheosg-girl]

THIS IS IT. THIS IS WHAT I THINK MATTHEO IS LIKE. DESPARATE AND NEEDY FOR HIS WOMAN. HE'LL BEG AND CRY FOR HER.

Big Bad Baby ; MR

Summary : It's always amusing to you that people coward in fear when your boyfriend walks in a room, because when it's just him he's nothing but putty in your hands.

!Warnings! : slight sub! mattheo, mentions of violence, NSFW (18+ only!), riding, dirty talk, praise kink, p n v, unprotected sex, power play, role reversal, language

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Mattheo Riddle has never walked into a room he couldn't command, words died on people's tongues the second he walks into a room. He's dangerous, never backs down and always one to instigate.

But right now?

He was flat on his back, fists curled tight in the sheets, dark curls stuck to his sweat-slicked forehead, and whimpering your name.

You grinned down at him from where you straddled his hips, your top discarded somewhere across the room. He was staring up at you like you were divine — like you’d ruined him and he was begging for more.

“Fuck—baby, baby, please,” Mattheo groaned, voice breaking as you sank down on him again. “You’re gonna kill me, I swear to god—”

You rocked your hips slow, dragging every sound out of him. His hands flew to your thighs, gripping like he didn’t know whether to stop you or pull you faster. His control — the thing everyone was so scared of — was shattered beneath your touch.

“You say that every time,” you teased, dragging your nails lightly down his chest, watching the way he twitched under you. “Still haven’t died yet.”

His head fell back with a guttural moan. “You’re evil,” he gasped. “So fucking tight, you don’t even know—shit—just like that, keep going—”

You couldn’t help the soft laugh that slipped from your lips. “Hard to believe you’re the same guy who made a sixth year cry last week just by looking at him.”

He looked at you then — wrecked, flushed, panting — and grinned, wide and wolfish. “I’d cry too if you left me like this.”

Your hips stilled.

“Don’t.” His hands flew up, grasping at your waist, already frantic. “Don’t stop, I swear to Merlin—baby, please, you own me, alright? I’ll get on my knees, I’ll do anything, I’ll—fuck—”

You leaned forward, pressing a kiss just under his ear. “You’re so loud for someone so terrifying.”

He shuddered. “Only for you,” he breathed. “You take your top off and my brain just—gone. It’s fucking gone.”

You clenched around him just to prove your point, and he swore—loud, guttural, filthy.

“Yeah,” you whispered, lips brushing his. “Putty in my hands.”

He groaned your name like a prayer and a curse all at once, completely undone beneath you — and exactly where he wanted to be.

Your rhythm doesn't stop, losing yourself in every little whimper that comes out of his mouth.

Mattheo’s head is thrown back, jaw clenched, chest heaving beneath you — and you’re already breathless from how many times he’s told you how good you feel, how he’s going to come just from how you look above him.

And then—knock knock.

The door.

You freeze for half a second. He doesn’t.

Mattheo’s eyes snap open, feral and sharp — but there’s panic under the surface. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop—”

Knock knock knock.

He lets out a ragged breath, hands flying up to pull you forward, pressing your chest flush to his.

“Stay quiet, baby,” he whispers, voice wrecked. “I’ve got it.”

And then—voice low, smooth, deadly:

“What.”

A pause on the other side of the door. Someone clears their throat.

“Uh—Mattheo? Zabini’s looking for you. He said to meet in the Slytherin common—”

Mattheo cuts him off, sharp and bored. “Tell Blaise if he wants something from me, he can crawl to the Astronomy Tower and scream it into the fucking sky.”

Another awkward pause.

“Right. Uh. Sure.”

The footsteps retreat. The silence settles.

And then—

You clench around him again, and Mattheo’s head hits the pillow with a thump.

“Fuck—fuck, baby,” he groans, hands gripping your hips tight. “You’re evil. You’re so fucking evil, holy shit—”

You start moving again, and the snarl he had a second ago melts into a broken moan.

“Good girl. My perfect fucking girl—doing so good for me, yeah? You wanted to ruin me, didn’t you? Wanted to see me lose it?”

You nod, but it’s breathless, almost dazed, because he’s rambling now, praising you like you invented pleasure.

“All mine, yeah? No one else gets to see you like this, ride me like this—fuck, you’re unreal—please, don’t stop, I’ll give you anything, I swear—”

He’s whimpering again.

That same Mattheo Riddle who everyone fears is under you, trembling, praising your name like it’s the only word he knows, trying not to come until you say he can.

And god, the second you whisper, “Come for me, Matty,”—

—he does.

Loud. Messy. Unapologetically yours.

[mattheosg-girl]

I love you for this. This is mind "blowing" literally.

Can someone write pornstar!mattheo with virgin reader or the other way around?!?!?!?!

[mattheosg-girl]

Oh my gawwddd

i’ve been on a HUGE vampire obsession lately and vampire!reader x mattheo has been delicious to read!

But I can’t take my mind off how would vampire!mattheo and vampire!theo be with human reader.

And I can sooo see them with a kind of a love triangle thing going on (maybe I’m watching too much buffy and the vampire diaries😅)

i’d def let vampire!theo and vampire!mattheo drink from me. idc

tw blood. vampires

“come on baby, let us have a little taste.” mattheo purrs into your left ear, gently brushing the hair from your neck and exposing your tender, pristine skin. he instinctively curls his lip in lust, the sharp fangs ready to sink into your flesh.

“you really gonna let us starve, piccola? how selfish.” theo chimes in from the other side of you, his hand resting on your thigh as he gazes down at you. his blue eyes are filled with ravenous hunger, eager to devour you and still his cravings.

“okay, go on then… but be gentle!” you eventually relent, always wanting to please your boys. you don’t have to tell them twice, as they eagerly draw closer to your neck, fangs sinking into your flesh from both sides, making you hiss at the sharp sting. even though you told them to be gentle, they’re anything but, greedily drinking from you.

both boys are in heaven, the metallic but sweet, intoxicating taste making their minds fuzzy. no other blood compares to yours, they always say, which is why you ended up in this love triangle in the first place. they both want—no, need—you to still their bloodlust. you are addictive. and no matter how many times they try drinking from other humans, they always come crawling back to you.

mattheo’s hand roams over your body before landing on your chest, roughly massaging as he feeds from your neck, while theo squeezes your thigh, his hand creeping higher and higher. they’re so sloppy and careless with it— your blood dripping down your body, their groping hands leaving red marks all over.

you moan softly, unable to suppress the arousal building inside you as their sharp fangs dig deep into your delicate flesh, their hungry mouths attached to your neck, their hands fervently roaming your body— and they can tell you’re dripping between your legs, both boys cockily smirking against your skin.

“cazzo. you taste so sweet, amore.” “mmm, you’re driving us fuckin’ crazy. we’re never letting you go.”

ੈ♡˳

[mattheosg-girl]

I love you beyond words. This is what I crave.

blanket monster

synopsis. with your radiator broken, you either freeze to death or borrow a blanket from your roommate mattheo. what happens when a badly planned thievery causes you to be trapped with him under his blanket? beneath the covers, there are no rules: just heat, hunger, and a monster with your name on his tongue.

pairing. roommate! mattheo riddle x reader

content/mdni. fem!reader, roommate!au, cocky!mattheo, pervert!mattheo, sleepy!mattheo, tit play, dry/wet-humping, clit stimulation, thigh-fucking, neck kissing, a lot of tension, teasing, praise, begging, dirty talk, name-calling (good girl, baby), messy, unprotected p in v (although matty preaches safe sèx), a lot of restraint, quite soft ngl, a ton of plot

word count. 3.8k

a/n. i am still not fully back, but i managed to write this! y’all already know i have strangely specific plots. hope you enjoy it tho! feedback and reblogs are extremely appreciated

after a weak push, the door creaked open with a high-pitched hum, slowly revealing mattheo’s room. surprisingly, it was drowned in silence — his pc was shut down, his phone locked and tucked away in his nightstand, only visible thanks to the shimmering white of the charger.

his window was closed, but his curtains were wide open, allowing the beautiful shine of the moon to spill into the chamber and gloss all over its constituents.

including mattheo’s sleeping form.

he was submerged under a fluffy blanket, sprawled across the bed on his side. only his curly tuff of hair was visible, the rest of his body completely covered by the thick covers.

“mattheo.”

you whisper-yelled his name as you inched closer and closer to him, trespassing into his room without his permission yet again.

in your defense, you first gave him a warning of your arrival on his phone, but he seems to have disregarded any sort of message from you to sleep.

“mattheo.”

you tried again, this time with a sharper tone, a bit annoyed that he was not stirring awake from your first call.

he was as unwavering as a log, maintaining his initial position under the covers. his breath was stilled and controlled, only small snores leaving his probably parted lips here and there.

mattheo could have been robbed in his sleep and he would have had no idea.

“matty, c’mon.”

you were bolder now, bending at your waist above the bed and urging him to wake up in a louder voice.

the new, proximal position allowed you to see his face clearly — peaceful, no crease or wrinkle on his sleeping expression. his lips were indeed open, but thankfully no drool slipped away between them. his beautiful chocolate eyes were covered by heavy lids and sealed away by his thick lashes. his curls were partly sticking to his forehead, skin heated from the warmth of his slumber, partly spread all across his pillow in a confusing mess.

“this fool is sweating while i am freezing to death.”

that's why you came to his room — you needed to borrow another blanket as yours did little to nothing to help with the low temperature in your room. your radiator broke during the day and, despite mattheo’s generous offer to sleep in his room, you stood your ground and decided to face the cold on your own.

big mistake.

not even your thickest pajamas and a mountain of blankets did the trick.

“mattyyyyy.”

elongating the vowel at the end of his nickname, you called out to him one last time. you even put on your sweetest voice, somehow sure this time you will succeed in waking him up. and to make odds be in your favour, you even scrunched up the long sleeves of your blouse and poke at his cheek with your bare finger.

once.

…

twice.

…

trice.

…

“ugh.”

you puffed, annoyed beyond compare when mattheo did not budge. there was no point in pestering him further; you’d only get angrier at his lack of reaction.

promptly straightening your back, you turned around and took a step away from his bed.

maybe you should search for a blanket on your own.

it’s not like the room was in complete darkness, the moon shining brighter than ever through the window. plus, the only logical place for mattheo to store a spare blanket was his wardrobe.

it would be easy to find.

but you completely underestimated mattheo and his dirty pig attics.

his wardrobe was a total mess. his clothes were barely folded, thrown into any drawer — multiple drawers, even. and when you tried to pull something that looked like a blanket, all soft and fluffy, the entire mountain of clothes twitched.

“hell nah.”

you immediately abandoned the so-called blanket, shoving the material back in and rapidly closing the door. challenging the monstruous wardrobe was a bad move on your part; if that thing collapsed on you, you’d have been buried in mattheo’s mess until the end of time.

should i just take the blanket he has on him now?

a devious thought crossed your mind as you were staring at the mirror-like surface of the wardrobe, shamelessly eyeing the blanket covering mattheo.

a devious thought that sounded like a splendid idea.

it wasn’t like mattheo would wake up because of it. he would most likely sleep soundly until morning, and only then he would realize someone robbed him of his precious covers. moreover, that fucker is a walking radiator himself, generating heat and burning like a fire. you’d be more appreciative of his blanket than him.

so, after making up your mind, you drew closer to his bed again. your legs inched quicker and quicker with feather-like steps, and thanks to your long pants, catching underneath your feet, any sort of floor creaking was prevented.

all that commotion with the wardrobe did nothing to mattheo — he was still fast asleep, in the same position in which you’ve found him at the beginning of your intrusion. almost drowning in the covers, it was fortunate that the blanket seems to not be trapped under him.

assessing the position of the blanket and the strange entanglement of limbs that could be lying underneath, you decided that pulling from the very middle of the material would be the best choice. dipping your body downwards, you carefully grasp the edge of the blanket, securing a good chunk of it between your grabby fingers.

and you pulled it towards you. slow. calculated.

a cheeky smiled spread on your face when the blanket slowly began to budge from its place, gliding across mattheo without perturbing his deep slumber. you could already feel the way this very blanket will solve all your issues and give you the best sleep known to man.

you barely managed to peel the blanket halfway when movement halted abruptly. you tugged and tugged at the material, some sharper tugs, some gentle tugs, but nothing happened.

“it’s stuck?”

you whisper-yelled at the sudden realization, terribly infuriated by this stupid impediment. did the blanket catch onto one of mattheo’s pillows? or was it perhaps his leg or arm?

leaning over the bed to scout the area with your eyes, you momentarily lessen your grip on the covers. mattheo was surely too far gone into dreamland to notice your looming figure, so you could survey the area in peace and decide your next move.

yet, with your guard lowered down, a new, foreign arm joined in.

sneaking fastly around your torso and dragging you into the bed, underneath the blanket.

“fuck!” a mere curse word managed to escape from your lips before the strong pull stole your breath away. “you awake?” a half-muttered rhetorical question left your mouth immediately after, your entire body twitching and turning in mattheo’s lazy grasp, trying to escape and assess the new situation.

“shhh, too loud.”

a deep, rumbling voice broke your exasperated protests, snapping you out of your frenzy and bringing your entire attention back to the person next to you. and the proximity between you two.

he was awake. and really close.

“settle down.”

mattheo’s voice was heavy with sleep, his words half-murmured against your forehead. you could feel the warm breath fanning across your face, and if you tried hard enough you could feel his lips themselves brushing over your skin.

“no, let me–”

your little complaints began again, this time fueled by the dangerously short distance between your two bodies. to make matters worse, you were facing each other; mattheo’s face was resting a bit higher than yours, yet still too close to your liking.

you were burning with embarrassment, struggling to free yourself, while he was still as serene as ever.

“–go.”

despite his gentle expression and his half-lidded eyes, true signs of drowsiness, mattheo sharply disobeyed your commands and tightened his grasp around your waist, pulling you even closer.

“ah, wait.”

you had no time to react, your nose bumping into his hard chest in mere seconds. his warm body instantly ignited your cold one, and you subconsciously buried your face deeper, nuzzling against his skin.

 skin?

skin.

bare, hot, unmistakable skin.

you abruptly stopped, face slowly backing away from his body to confirm that he was indeed shirtless — to confirm that your poor tired mind was not playing tricks on you.

“matty?”

you whispered his name, testing whether he has already succumbed to the heaviness of sleep. if he did, there was no point in confronting him. you’d just sneak away and back into your roo–

“hm?”

but he was still awake. his hum of approval was low, barely above a whisper, but thanks to your closeness, you felt the vibrations of his vocal cords shoot through his chest.

“you’re shirtless.”

you hoped a reminder of his bare torso would make him back off, instill some distance between you two. heck, maybe even make him let you go. but mattheo only smirked at your statement, a slight peek of his marble teeth shining together with the moonlight.

contrary to your expectations, mattheo dipped his head downwards, traversing from your forehead lower and lower and lower. his lips made a short stop right above your mouth, and that’s when panic surged inside you.

what is he thinking?

your arms, which were peacefully resting alongside your body, sprung upwards and landed right onto his chest. palms flat against his hot skin, you pushed mattheo with all your might, trying to regain some distance.

but he wouldn’t move.

“mattheo, what–”

he continued his journey, trailing lower, totally ignoring your baffled state. leaving your lips empty, he settled down right against your ear. and, with a low whisper, he corrected your previous sentence.

“i’m naked.”

oh.

your hands completely stilled on his chest. no. your entire body froze up, too stunned by the revelation. only your eyes widened in shock, eyebrows jumping upwards and curving into two crescent moons.

“no. nonononono. no.”

whether he was joking or not, you did not want to stay further and find out. mattheo was your roommate, for fuck’s sake, and even the fact that you were in bed with him was bad. but if he was indeed naked??

you had to get away fast.

pushing at his chest and twisting around, you managed to turn your back to mattheo and even sneak one of your legs outside the blanket.

mattheo might be strong, but he was still sleepy — if you act fast enough, you’d surely escape from his arm.

your plan was good, and with the way your second leg was flying away from the clutches of the blanket, you were sure it will succeed.

sadly, you did not take into consideration mattheo’s second arm.

his other arm dropped across your middle, gliding across your sides like a snake and securely gripping at your body. and slowly, any sort of progress you made dissipated, your body now dragged back in its initial place.

“why run, baby?”

he chuckled against your cheek, low and wrecked with sleep, sending a pulse of heat straight to your core.

“you wanted warmth, no?” his voice was full of arrogance, and you could feel the way his lips curled against your skin in a devious grin.

with both of his arms nicely wrapped around you, mattheo pulled you into him fully. your clothed back hit his chest, all warm and fuzzy, while your lower body made contact with his solid crotch.

something sheltered itself between your asscheeks, and by its twitchiness, it was definitely not his leg.

“i will make you warm all over.”

it was a mistake to tiptoe into his room. it was a mistake to steal his blanket.

it was a mistake to underestimate a sleeping mattheo.

now you were at his mercy.

“ah, matty…”

being engulfed by his warm body did make your hotter. suddenly, your long-sleeved pajamas were too much; the material was itchy and suffocating, making you pant and whine for your clothes to be discarded.

nonetheless, the raising in temperature was not solely due to the covers and mattheo’s body heat — it was also due to your own lustful desire stirring your insides, making you boil with need.

“yeah, baby?”

mattheo knew. he could feel your body quivering against him, he could feel your ass involuntarily pushing against his cock. he could feel the way your hands clutch at his, desperately guiding them underneath the hem of your blouse.

fuck, his sweet roommate needed him.

his hands slid upwards underneath your blouse, warm calloused palms gliding across your tummy all the way to your bare chest. his fingers touched around attentively, waiting for a positive cue from you.

and when a small needy whimper left your lips, he fully cupped your tits in his hands.

“shit, so soft.”

he groaned against your neck, voice all gravel yet honeyed, half-sweet, half-sinful. his lips peppered open-mouthed kisses across your skin, wetting every exposed patch in his wake. his digits, skillful and eager, pinched and pulled at your nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks.

your cute moans of pleasure only stirred him on, and with each and every squeeze of your tits came a snappy thrust of his shaft into your meaty ass.

“you getting warmer, baby?”

each word was punctuated by a short nibble of your skin, his teeth grazing at your neck, hard enough to pleasure, yet not enough to hurt.

he didn’t need an actual response, really; he could feel your body heat — now matching his own temperature — and he could also feel arousal bubbling inside you.

“y–yes.”

your answer was weak, drowned in breathy whines, too overwhelmed by mattheo and his restless attacks. his palms continued their ministration on your boobs, fondling them to his very whim, while his cock drilled faster and faster against your pajama pants, getting them all sticky and wet with precum.

the back of your pants were not the only ones drenched. your panties were long ruined, arousal pooling into them wave after wave from the moment mattheo pulled you underneath the covers.

at the beginning, you tried to resist temptation, but right now you were fully succumbing to lust, clenching your thighs together and pushing back into your roommate.

“m–more.”

you needed more. you needed to feel his hands touch all over your body, to ignite every inch of your skin.

to make you burn raw with desire.

your plea, oh so tiny and broken, made mattheo’s hips jut upwards into your ass faster. a plethora of curses escaped his wet lips as he slowly but surely realized how you had him wrapped around your finger.

your wandering hands reached his own underneath your shirt and, with delicate moves, you now guided them downwards to the hem of your pants.

and, to seal the deal and make mattheo complete putty, you threw the prettiest blown-out eyes at him, silently asking for him to go further.

“f–fuck, baby, i can’t resist you.” his voice cracked against your skin, as even saying the words cost him restraint.

his fingers fumbled at your waist, clumsily pushing the waistband of your pajamas down to your knees. when the pads of his digits encountered your panties, they were immediately hooked and dragged lower too, joining your pants.

“oh, baby, oh, baby, oh, babyyy.”

he started chanting the pet name like a mantra the moment his eyes got a hold of your glistering pussy, all warm and sticky, and so so inviting. and he gladly took the invitation, glossing his fingers between your folds and gathering your arousal, only to stick up his hand and admire the web-like formation of precum.

“so fucking wet, d–damn.”

he breathed it like a prayer, forehead dropping against your shoulder for a moment, so aroused by the reactions of your body. but he had no time to soak into the feeling as he felt your plush, naked ass press against his own bare cock, so impatient and needy.

“mattyyy.”

your mind was foggy, clouded with the thought of immediate release. your hips shifting back into mattheo so deliciously was a clear bodily reaction, and he could see that as well.

as much as he wanted to thrust right into your sloppy hole and fuck you senseless, he couldn’t.

“c–can’t, baby. i don’t have a condom.”

it was difficult to hold back, it really was. to have his gorgeous roommate in his arms, half-naked and begging for dick — that was his ultimate fantasy. yet here he was, cock heavy and throbbing against your ass, refusing to fuck you without a condom.

“but matty–”

“safe sex is ah–… important, baby.”

fuck safe sex, you wanted to scream at him, the achiness between your legs growing stronger and stronger. but mattheo took you by surprise once again, repositioning his wandering hand back on your cunt and slowly circling his digits over your pulsing clit.

“but i will take care of you.”

the sensation was so powerful that your head was thrown back against his chest, a sharp moan elicited from your previously pouting lips. no longer pursed in dissatisfaction, your mouth hanged open, overflowing with whines and moans.

“it feels good, baby, hm?”

“yes, yes, yes, ahhh…”

your voice was high and ruined, hips rutting mindlessly against mattheo’s hand as he played with your swollen bud. his pace was sloppy and wavering, his concentration deterring because of his own needs. his cock, leaking with precum, was still chasing relief between your asscheeks.

but he too wanted more.

“got you all messy and wet…” he mumbled, ragged breath fanning on your skin. “yet i can’t even fuck you properly.”

the arm around your torso tightened, dragging you closer to his crotch. his ministration on your clit got rougher, now matching the desperate ruttings of his own hips.

he wanted so bad to move your leg to the side and just plunge in. he wanted so bad to twist you around and have you spread open across his bed, legs dangling off his shoulders as he restlessly pounds into you.

his cock continued to bully the fat of your behind, leaving a sticky shimmery trail all over it, as he keeps imagining the many ways he could have you if only he had a condom on him.

if only there was an alternative to–

there was.

“baby, let me fuck your pretty thighs.”

he rasped quickly, short of breath, proud of his genius idea. his fidgety hand immediately jumped on your thigh, fingers digging into the plush fat and making it jiggle slightly.

“they’re warm and soft… i will rub your clit, make you cum together with me.”

his other hand resumed its movement on your cunt, poking and prodding at your clit in an attempt to convince you to accept his offer.

“o–okay.”

you hiccupped, voce hazy and dripping with need. you slightly parted your thighs, inviting mattheo to insert his cock. and he wasted no time, thanking you for your cooperation and sliding between your thighs swiftly.

and when you closed them around his cock, squishing it nicely, he though his body ascended to heaven.

“my gooood girl.”

mattheo groaned low at the friction your soft skin provided, hugging his shaft tight and warm. then he moaned louder, his cock grazing past your drenched folds and your quivering hole. he almost gave up and changed the angle, pushing into your cunt, but he stilled himself and completed his thrust, his tip peeking out, red and dripping, on the other side.

“you’re amazing, fuck.”

and with that, mattheo started a stable rhythm of his hips, pulling and pushing against your thighs and using them like a cunt. he also kept his promise, rubbing your pretty little clit and giving you that well-deserved pleasure.

“mattyyy.”

his urgent and sharp thrust affected you as well. you were sobbing now, teetering on the edge, your whole body trembling from the pressure on your clit and the constant bullying of mattheo’s cock against your folds.

“i know, baby, me too.”

he only cooed at you, speeding up his thrusts between your thighs, fingers rubbing with more vigour against your clit.

but it wasn’t sufficient.

you needed more.

you needed him inside.

“matty– inside–… i need you inside.” you babbled between sobs, twisting your neck to gaze at him and enchant him a second time that night.

“r–raw, please, raw.”

his entire body shuddered at your plea, arms stiffening tightly against you. he resisted you the first time, but now? with his own release so close?

fuck.

he cursed viciously under his breath, his self-control on the verge of snapping completely.

“y–you sure? i w–won’t be able to stop.”

if you agree, he will conform. and he hoped you–

“please, matty. i need you.”

with a feral growl, mattheo shifted, guiding the fat head of his cock to your soaking entrance. and he pushed in without a second thought, the tip stretching you out deliciously, warmly welcomed by your hungry cunt.

both of you moaned — loud, primal, shameless.

he bottomed out in one long, shaking thrust, his hips drawn to yours like a magnet. your gummy walls latched onto him like a vice, sucking his cock and hardly letting it go.

“so fucking good, baby. fuckfuckfuckk.”

he pulled out only halfway before slamming back in, setting a brutal pace that had your thighs shaking. your hands were clawing at the sheets, hanging onto them for dear life.

you were close.

you were both so close.

he only had a few more thrusts in him — he could feel it building up in his gut, tightening unbearably.

“gonna fill you up, baby.”

mattheo groaned into your shoulder, hips jerking faster, harder. his fingers were also frantic against your clit, wishing to push you off the edge at the same time.

“please, want you in me.” you whimpered, arching into him, voice broken yet sweet.

his body trembled — a half-muttered call of your name managed to get out before his sturdy hands grabbed your hips, digging his fingers hard into your skin to keep you still.

you gasped together as he buried himself deep, cock splitting you open one last time before spurts of cum spilled inside you. your pussy fluttered around him like it wanted to seal in every last drop, joining his orgasm.

for a few moments, the world was just panting, sweaty skin, tangled limbs, and the slow, sticky drip of him leaking out of you.

mattheo didn’t pull out. he couldn’t.

he just wrapped himself around you tighter, peppering you with lazy kisses.

"warm enough now, baby?" he murmured against your skin, cocky even in his exhaustion.

you could only giggle weakly, shortly glancing at the blanket that started all this, half-hanging off the bed, forgotten.

"yeah, matty," you whispered, settling back into his embrace. "more than enough."

tags: @downbad4reid, @cafechichay, @lov3notts

[mattheosg-girl]

Can someone write pornstar!mattheo with virgin reader or the other way around?!?!?!?!

[mattheosg-girl]

I love much!theo and munch!mattheo.

Asks, hm? Maybeeee ummm

Picture this: Theo, coming back after a smoke sesh with Mattheo, a lil high still. He comes to your room, and after mildly fumbling with the knob, he lets himself in as you’re getting ready for bed. He sees you in his oversized shirt and your pj shorts, and naturally can’t help himself. Theo comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist and lazily starts pressing kisses to your neck and shoulders, mumbling in mixed English and Italian about how perfect you look in his shirt, all for him👀

Can easily divert into pure fluff, or pure smut, either or hehehe🤭

Lavender Haze

pairing: Theo x girlfriend!Reader

word count: 946

warnings: Explicit smut, drug use, fingering, oral (f recieving) munch theo yayyy, 18+ MDNI

note: I made it smut 😈 hehehe thank you for sending me a request 😋 tagging the homies @enzosbabyangel @belovedenzo @nemesyaaa

One thing about smoking, is it usually ends with Theo getting horny as fuck. He can’t help it. After a few hits, he’s zoned out and then before he can help it, his mind is clouded with thoughts of you. 

“You good man?” Mattheo’s voice interrupts his thoughts, Theo blinks, dragging his hand over his face, “‘um, yeah… just zoned out.” 

Mattheo laughs, “yeah, no shit.”

Theo lets out a breath, pushing himself up from the couch, “I better get going,” he mutters, ignoring Mattheo’s protest as he books it out the door.

The next thing he knows, he’s at your door, barely remembering how he got there. His heart pounds in his chest, fingers twitching as fumbles with the handle. 

You’re sitting at the vanity in your dorm that you share with the other girls, brushing out your wet hair, absentmindedly when the door swings open with force. 

He stumbles slightly, catching himself against the doorframe, tousled hair a mess, green eyes hazy He looks at you, then at the oversized shirt draped over your frame—his shirt—and something shifts in his expression.

“Shit,” he breathes, raking a hand through his hair as he kicks the door shut behind him. His gaze drags over you, slow and deliberate, like he’s trying to memorize the way you look right now, legs curled beneath you, his worn-out tee slipping off one shoulder, exposing just enough to make his jaw tighten.

You turn back to the mirror, pretending not to notice the heat in his stare as you resume brushing your hair. “You okay there?” you tease, watching his reflection as he takes a step closer.

He huffs a quiet laugh, but there’s no amusement in his eyes—just something dark, something hungry. “Yeah, just—” He exhales, shaking his head as he moves behind you, his hands finding your waist with that lazy, possessive touch that always makes your breath hitch. “Got distracted.”

A shiver runs down your spine as his lips brush against the nape of your neck—soft at first, then firmer, lingering. His grip tightens slightly, fingers pressing into the fabric of his shirt, like he’s barely holding himself back.

“Non hai idea di cosa mi fai” you have no idea what you do to me he murmurs, voice low and rough, his breath warm against your skin. His eyes flick up to meet yours in the mirror, dark and full of intent. “Especially when you’re wearing my clothes.”

You got to lift up from your chair to properly greet him, but his hands quickly find their way to your waist. Before you can protest, he spins you around and lifts you effortlessly, tossing you onto your bed. You have no time to catch your breath before he’s hovering over you, a wicked smirk on his lips.

He quickly nestles himself  between your thighs,  eyes are locked on yours as his fingers hook under the waistband of your silk shorts, dragging them down you legs slowly, your panties following suit. 

Your breathing grows shallow as Theo spreads your knees wider, leaning forward to plant wet, sloppy kisses along the inside of your thigh. His warm breath dances across your damp folds, making you ache for him.

His tongue finds its way to your clit, swirling softly before flattening to lick firmly from bottom to top. He pushes two fingers deep inside you, curling them upwards to stroke that sweet spot.

Your hips arch upward, grinding against Theo's mouth as he devours you hungrily. The sound of your wetness fills the room, echoing alongside your moans and gasps.

Theo's tongue flicks out, tasting your arousal as it coats your throbbing clit. “Tesoro, hai un sapore fantastico” fuck, baby girl you taste amazing he groans, burying his face deeper between your slick folds.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, holding his head tightly between your thighs as he feasts on you like a man starved,  "Oh god, Theo!!"

Theo grins devilishly into your cunt as you praise him, thrilled to hear the desperation in your voice. He replaces his fingers with his tongue, pushing it deep inside you while he works your clit with his thumb.

Your tight heat pulses around his tongue, coating him in your arousal as he laps at you eagerly, his eyes drinking in every inch of your quivering form. 

By now, Theo is a pathetic mess himself, humping your bed as he eats you.  He's so turned on from this he could cum right in his pants.

Your nails dig into his scalp as your hips grind harder against Theo's face.

Your release is just within reach; one tiny push away. "Yes, yes!" you moan as he continues. 

In a blink of an eye your orgasm rips through you with intense force, shaking your entire body as you scream Theo's name. Your hips buck wildly against his mouth, riding wave after wave of pleasure that seems endless.

Theo's tongue slows its frenzied lapping as you begin to come down from your climax, but he doesn't stop altogether.

His tongue continues to gently flutter over your pulsating bud, drawing out your orgasm until you collapse, breathless, beneath him.

His warm breath hitches as he lifts his face, his chin dripping with your essence.

Theo crawls up your body, capturing your lips once more, making you taste yourself.

When he pulls away you  glance down and notice the wet spot that’s formed on his pants and bite back a grin. “Well, looks like I wasn’t the only one enjoying myself. Want me to grab you a towel this time?”

He shakes his head in response, "you're lucky I love you, bella."

"I love you, too."

[mattheosg-girl]

My life has decided to bite me in the ass too many times in this life time. How? That's too much for me to say but FUCK ME.

I genuinely thought i would have a rom-com love story when I had the fattest crush in history on my long distance bestfriend's cousin and it has bit me in the ass so many times. No man has ever hurt me as much as he has and I'm pretty sure he doesn't even know it.

It's so derange that I'm romanticizing it and I like to manipulate myself into thinking that I can write a book on this. (Probably not, but if is anyone is interested because I have nothing more to do then think about it, obsess over it and romanticise it all the time, let me know and I'll tell you.)

[mattheosg-girl]

This is so freaking adorable

the one where you scold theo for dozing off

a/n - was inspired by this post + a tiktok I saw where this girl was talking about how her boyfriend games till like 3 am with his friends but nods off at like 9 pm with her and all the comments were like girl he's so relaxed w you cuz of how much he loves you and it was all just soooo cute 😭😭 anyways enjoyyy :))

tropes/warnings - flufffff, eepy theo, established relationship, cuddling idk

word count - 830

taglist - @allie-sturns @hzdhrtss @friedfreyfries @bushnellswife @rose-of-the-grave @thaliashifts @pariahsparadise @babene-e @fratbrochrisgf @iamheretoread1234

"Teddy."

"Teddy?"

"Theodore."

One hard shove to his sternum later, Theo's eyes flew open.

"'M up - "

You gave him the stink eye as he coughed sporadically, choking on his saliva. You sniffed disapprovingly.

"Honestly, Teddy. I didn't bring you here to nap."

Theo glanced around incredulously. The two of you were sitting on a picnic blanket on the side of a grassy knoll on the other side of the Great Lake. After indulging in some chocolate-covered berries, a sleepy, hazy kind of quiet had descended on the hill in that late afternoon sun. In short, it was a perfectly comfortable setting for napping.

He winced, rubbing at his sternum. "Oh, c'mon. You feed me these - these fuckass strawberries - "

"Don't talk about my strawberries that way!"

" - then you lie me down and expect me to stay awake? It's warm out, cara. I sleep warm. You know I sleep warm."

Scoffing, you lie down next to him, muttering darkly under your breath. Still, you can't resist running your fingers through his hair, gently raking at his scalp. It's an addicting thing, watching the tense parts of his face relax, watching that crease between his eyebrows disappear. Some of your earlier anger dissipates.

“You are so easy,” you tease, fingers still carding through his hair.

“Only for you, amor,” he murmurs, voice low and knowing.

Your face burns. “Merlin, shut up.”

Chuckling, he stretched his arms over his head before letting them fall lazily back down, one draping across your back. He tugged you against him, his warmth seeping into you.

"How is it that you can stay up till 3 am with your friends, but ten minutes with me and you're out like a light?" you mused. You pull your fingers away from his scalp.

"Am I that boring, Theo? Do I put you to sleep?"

Theo huffed a quiet laugh, his fingers ghosting over your shoulder before settling there, warm and grounding. His other hand found the curve of your waist, pulling you just a fraction closer.

"Obviously," he murmured, voice still thick with drowsiness. "You drone on and on - "

A sharp pinch to his ribs cut him off, making him suck in a breath through his teeth. "Fuck - alright, alright." His grip tightened, holding you in place before you could enact further vengeance. "You don't put me to sleep."

Theo's half-lidded eyes fluttered shut again, his breathing evening out. His fingers resumed their slow tracing along your arm, dragging lazy patterns that sent shivers up your spine. As your own eyelids grew heavier, your eyes drifted over the lake’s glimmering surface.

"Actually," you murmured after a beat, pressing your cheek against his chest, "this is quite nice."

Theo made a show of pretending to shove you off.

"I see how it is," he grumbled as you laughed. "When you want to doze, it's perfectly fine, but Merlin forbid I"—he poorly stifled a yawn, blinking blearily—"get a little shut-eye."

You scoffed. "This is different. Even logistically speaking, how am I supposed to drag you back to the castle? You sleep through anything, Nott."

Theo grunted. "And you sleep through absolutely nothing."

You smiled lazily against his chest, knowing exactly what he meant. Many a night, he'd creep into your dorm, taking great pains to quietly shuck off his jacket and shoes, only for you to stir the second the mattress dipped. He’d scowl at you in the dim moonlight as you blinked at him sleepily, voice hushed but teasing as he slipped under the covers beside you. Every single time, he’d scold you for staying up, telling you in that firm, low voice of his to go to sleep, as if he hadn't been the one showing up at your bedside to begin with.

"Maybe you should try staying up with me for once," you said idly.

Theo snorted. "You'd make me watch those god-awful Muggle films."

"You love my god-awful Muggle films."

He hummed, neither confirming nor denying. You tilted your head to look at him, absentmindedly running your fingers through his hair again.

"I just wish you'd save some of that energy with the boys for me."

Theo sighed, long and slow.

"Can’t help it," he mumbled into your hair, fingers ghosting over your arm. "You’re so...warm. And soft. And you smell - " he dropped his head to the hollow of your neck as he inhaled, holding you close even as you squirmed in his ticklish hold, "- like that. Like...home. Like love."

You could sense him dropping off again in the way his words slurred and his voice quieted. He was probably too drowsy to even know what he was saying. For a moment, all was silent except for the rustling that came with the occasional gentle breeze. You felt the steady rise and fall of his chest, the warmth of him pressing into your side.

Maybe you should shove him awake again. But then again…

You nestled closer to him, your own eyes drooping shut.

Maybe not.

[mattheosg-girl]

I was talking to two random guys and sent them a meme on Instagram but i accidentally created a group and now it's just the two of them because I left and blocked them.

[mattheosg-girl]

I love these small acts.

I feel like I would be too scared to do anything with Matty after he’s been away for so long. Since he has been thinking so much about what we were going to do and then what if I’m not as good as he’s been imagining… How could he react to if we reacted like that?

aw babe this is so sweet 😭😭

he would be so reassuring the second he noticed the bit of hesitancy on your face, and he’d make sure to tell you how ridiculous you’re being. he wouldn’t even let you say the words ‘not good enough’. “what’s wrong, angel?” his voice is low, rough from months of barking orders and breathing in smoke, but now it’s just for you—just for this. his fingers flex against your waist, thumbs tracing absentminded circles, like he’s trying to memorize you all over again. “been dreaming about you for too fucking long to have you shying away from me now.”

you swallow hard, hands pressing onto his chest like it’ll keep you steady. “it’s just…” you hesitate, cheeks heating. “it’s been so long. what if i’m not—”

his sharp inhale cuts you off. then, his grip tightens, his forehead dropping to yours, breath fanning across your lips. “don’t,” he warns, quiet but firm. “don’t say that. been going insane thinking about you. not expecting anything, i just want to love you. you’re always perfect, you don’t even have to do a damn thing, baby, just lay down and let me have you.” his nose nudges against yours, voice softening, thick with something desperate. “please. that’s all i want.”

it’s impossible not to believe him.

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