#gymrat!mattheo

[dearmisshoney]

suctions and sanctions

synopsis. you are always so attentive when leaving the shower, cleaning after yourself with maximum attention. this time, you somehow forgot to pack away a very important object — your dildo. your roommate mattheo stumbles upon it by accident and he doesn’t let the opportunity slip between his fingers. next time, be more careful, sweetheart!

pairing. roommate! mattheo riddle x reader

content/mdni. fem!reader, roommates!au, flirty!mattheo, gymrat!mattheo, pervert!mattheo, kinda soft!mattheo, dom!mattheo, caring!mattheo, a bit of subspace (?), dildo-fucking/toy usage, voyeurism, oral (m receiving), slight spanking, shower sex (but the shower is not on), wall fucking, cum play/kink, tummy bulging, slight size kink, teasing, degradation, praise, dirty talk, name-calling (sweetheart, darling, pretty girl, but also slut, cumslut, cockslut), raw sex, thoatpie, creampie

word count. 4.4k

a/n. i am down bad for roommate!mattheo! i love him, he is very versatile! feedback and reblogs are deeply appreciated!

“ah, perfect timing! i was just done in the bathroom.”

your joyous voice chirped the moment mattheo entered your shared apartment, the honeyed words hitting his partly-covered ears — his headphones were dragged immediately down around his neck — and making him smile involuntarily.

his grin grew in intensity when he saw the state you were in: indeed, you’ve just got out of the shower, as you were only wearing a towel around your damp body.

the towel, one of his favorite outfits of yours, was draped nicely around your naked form, secured by a tiny corner tucked in between your boobs.

you had a lot of fate in that flimsy corner, huh?

your tits were pushed upwards thanks to the pressure of the towel, the soft roundness of your chest making his adam apple bob. the towel was quite big, so your beautiful silhouette was not shown to his curious eyes; yet it had one perk — it was short.

the towel barely covered your ass, clawing at your exposed thighs and slightly riding upwards with each and every move of yours.

and, oh, you loved to move around, skipping away from the bathroom door, coming closer to mattheo in the hallway, only to stop before the full-length mirror to pat at your hair with another smaller cloth.

“not that perfect, if you ask me.”

his voice was low, husky — thick with amusement and something darker underneath.

your eyes flicked to the mirror, catching his gaze lingering on your body in the reflection. his dark eyes roamed your figure with the kind of hunger that made your skin burn hotter than the steam you’d just walked out of.

mattheo wasn’t subtle, never was — he always made sure you knew how attractive you are in his eyes, be it through shameless flirting, intense staring or delicate brushings against your skin.

never full-on touches.

no matter how starved he was, he never initiated something with you, his kind and sweet roommate.

and it drove you crazy, to say the least.

“and why is that?” you asked, keeping your eyes glued to his face through the mirror. “do enlighten me, mattheo.”

voice dripping in sultry tunes, you continue to absorb the water from the roots of your hair. the raise of your arms made your towel dangerously close to slipping, hanging for dear life around your tits. the swell of your ass poked more from underneath the fluffy material, and now mattheo had evidence you were indeed not wearing any panties.

“if the timing was perfect…”

mattheo hummed as he dropped his gym bag to the floor, removing in the process his headphones. instead of finishing his explanation, he tugged his sheer tank top off in one smooth motion, clutching the edge around his neck and dragging it off forwards. his muscles flexed through the motion, biceps pumping under the tension, back littering with harsh muscular indents.

he was now shirtless right behind you, his tank top only a ball of material between his fingers. sweat still clung to his skin, making him glow beautifully, and you couldn’t help the way your mouth went a little dry, your thighs a little moist.

“… we would’ve showered together.”

he said flirtatiously, flashing you a devious smirk. mattheo definitely knew his advances had a great effect on you, be it through your body language or simply through that lust-filled glimmer in your eyes.

“going now.”

mattheo announced his departure with a small sigh, pretending he was hurt by your solo shower session. his wandering fingers ghosted over your hips as he passed, brushing so lightly it almost felt accidental — almost. he may have guided you out of the way so he could pass by easier, but the hallway was definitely big enough for the two of you.

what a fucking tease he was.

you stood there, heart thudding, watching his manly frame stride towards the bathroom. his back muscles were practically calling your name, asking for your fingers to dug in and leave crescent marks all over it.

your throbbing cunt was calling him too, pulsing with need the more you looked at his well-built body.

“um, matt!” you cleared your throat, coughing away your sudden arousal and calling him one last time. “let me know if i’ve missed any hairs. i will come clean it up.”

you’re always careful to leave the shower clean for your roommate, paying special attention to the hair falling from your head. be it short pieces or longer strands of hair, you do your best to collect them and throw them away before mattheo uses the bathroom. yet, hair is sometimes hard to see against the patterned tiles of the shower, so you always remind mattheo to point them out for you.

“sure, sweetheart.”

his voice boomed from the bathroom before the door was closed shut behind him.

mattheo barely had the patience to kick off his sneakers before tugging down his joggers, his thick cock already twitching with need at the sight of you in that fucking towel. and when he fully stepped into the bathroom, the steam hit his senses hard — the scent of your body wash was deliciously clinging to the dampness like a sinful reminder of what he'd just seen.

mattheo rubbed a hand down his face, groaning low. “fucking hell.” he muttered, turning on the water.

it wasn’t just the towel. it was you. it was always you — the hypnotizing sway of your hips, the sweet smile, the way you called him matt with that honey-sweet voice. like you weren’t driving him completely insane.

he pulled the curtain back, ready to enter the shower and wash away his sweat and sins– but stopped.

there, suctioned shamelessly to the tiled wall, was a bright pink dildo.

glistening. wet. proud.

mattheo blinked.

he stared at the toy for a few seconds, cock springing to full attention against his leg, jaw going slack as a filthy smirk curled his lips. his mind constructed a scenario faster than he could breathe — you, braced against the wall, moaning under your breath, hot water running down your spine as you fucked yourself back into that fake dick.

“so that’s why you were in such a good mood,” he whispered to himself, the tip of his cock already dripping precum. “fucking hell, darling…”

he ran a hand over his chest, muttering a shaky, amused laugh. it was funny, really, to catch such a sight knowing damn well what his roommate was doing before his arrival. but it was also so damn arousing, to see the nasty secret of his gorgeous roommate. the desperation. the carnal desire.

his hand gripped the base of his cock as he stepped under the water, eyes still locked on the toy. his brain was yelling at him one and only one command, and mattheo was adamant in fulfilling it. his fingers brushed over the silicone — still faintly warm — but he did not detach it from the wall.

“oh, shit, sweetheart.”

mattheo moaned out loud as he slowly aligned his cock next to the toy, pushing the mushroom tip as close to the suction cup as possible for an accurate measurement. and when he saw how much shorter the toy was, how the silicone head was nowhere close to his navel, he groaned again.

his cock was bigger than that stupid toy and definitely more efficient. to think that you were forced to use this thing because he hadn’t stepped in to give you something better.

“could’ve just asked for my help.” he murmured to no one, his hand now wrapping around himself.

with one slow and tight pump, mattheo knew what he had to do.

closing the water and stepping out of the shower, he hurriedly searched for his towel. and, recklessly wrapping his lower body with it, he called out for you.

“sweetheart, can you come here for a second?”

you walked towards the bathroom instantly, brows furrowed in concern. “did i really forget hairs?” you called gently, adjusting the towel around you on your way. you hated being careless about cleanliness, especially since mattheo was really attentive when it came to shared spaces.

but when you cracked the bathroom door open, you froze.

mattheo stood just outside the shower — damp hair sticking to his forehead, towel hanging dangerously low on his hips. his v-line was prominent against the clutches of the towel, and so was his happy trail, slowly dipping beneath the edge. his chest was still shimmered with droplets — sweat and water, you assume.

his dark orbs were instantly locked onto you, with something heated behind them.

your gaze dipped lower automatically, and then stopped.

his towel was tented. very obviously.

your voice wavered, “i– did you find something?”

“oh, i sure found something.”

his tone, so condescending, made your knees weak. and that dangerous, smug kind of drawl made your heart skip, and your thighs press against each other.

“come here.” he beckoned with two fingers, guiding you further into the bathroom and into the shower enclosure.

you stepped closer carefully, now unsure if this was still about your hair.

until you saw it.

your dildo — suctioned to the wall, brazen and sparkly under the bathroom light. your breath caught in your throat, your cheeks heating up instantly.

shit.

mattheo watched your expression shift from confusion to mortification, a delighted smile spread across his lips.

“so, this is what you do when i leave for a few hours?” his steps were slow, controlled, as he stalked towards you in the shower cabin.

“you get yourself all worked up, fuck yourself stupid on this–” he gestured to the dildo. “–and then greet me at the door, acting like nothing happened?”

you fumbled, cheeks burning harder, eyes hiding from mattheo’s. “i–i didn’t mean to leave it–”

“not what i asked.” he growled in your ear, and at this point you realized how close he actually was.

“i asked if that’s what you do when i’m gone.”

“y–yes.” you answer lowly, and, if it weren’t for the close proximity, mattheo wouldn’t have heard you.

“that’s why you were in such a good mood, huh?” he cooed, voice dropping lower, breath hovering closer to your face. “humping your pretty little toy like a needy slut, moaning your heart out because i wasn’t home.”

your knees almost buckled. “mattheo–”

“shhh.” he moved to the side in one swift step, his hand reaching up to grip your jaw and forcing you to look him in the eyes. “no lies, sweetheart. tell me the truth.”

you tried not to tremble when he leaned down, whispering near your lips yet another sinful question.

“was that little toy enough for you?”

your throat was bone dry. you could barely manage a whisper. “n–no.”

“of course it wasn’t.”

mattheo groaned so close to your lips, you even felt the warmth of his breath. you joined his groan with a whimper of your own as his towel brushed the nakedness of your legs, as his harsh erection poked against your thighs.

again and again and again.

“you need a real cock.” he hissed, his fingers mushing against your jaw even more. “longer. girthier. wetter.”

he was describing his own shaft, there was no way you could deny that. the towel was catching any sort of precum leaking from his tip, but you were definitely feeling the length and the girth of his cock as he was slowly rocking it into your leg.

“isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“yes, m–matt.”

“good fucking girl.”

mattheo's praise made your stomach twist in the most delicious way, your thighs clenching as heat pooled between them. the absence of panties made your arousal drool onto the towel and down your legs.

“but first” he rasped, mouth brushing against your cheek as he leaned in. “what exactly were you doing in here, sweetheart? walk me through it.”

you swallowed thickly at his order, face flushed with heat from humiliation and lust. it was so embarrassing to confess to your roommate your neediness. “i… i got in the shower, and–”

“mhm?” he mumbled in approval, urging you to continue, as his fingers removed themselves from your jaw to tug ever so slightly at the tucked corner between your tits, loosening the towel. “go on.”

“i was thinking about you.” you breathed out, chest heaving as the truth spilled. “i kept thinking about, how you look so good after you work out. and the way you look at me, and your voice…”

mattheo groaned under his breath, the sound low and feral. with your confirmation of your sins, he completely unraveled your towel and threw it out on the bathroom floor.

you were bare. trembling. completely on display for your dangerously hot roommate who hadn’t stopped staring since you opened the bathroom door.

your nipples hardened under his hungry gaze, the relatively cold air prickling at your skin and making goosebumps arise. your hands raised up automatically to cover up, but mattheo was quicker than you and gathered them into his hand, trapping your wrists in a harsh lock.

“don’t do that, darling. let me see you.” his voice was softer than expected, more of an encouragement than an order. his other hand shot upwards and grasped your chin, redirecting your eyes back to his own.

“and then?” he pressed, voice sharp with need, urging you to continue your story.

you flicked your eyes briefly to the toy suctioned to the tile, only to return your gaze back on mattheo’s blown-out orbs. “i needed something– anything. so i used that.”

he clicked his tongue, shaking his head slowly as his eyes dragged down your naked body.

“that cheap little thing?” he tutted, smirked barely contained. “you really got yourself off to that? when i was just a call away?”

you bit your lip, shame burning through your belly. “i didn’t want to force you…”

he laughed — a cruel, amused sound that made your toes curl.

“force me?” he repeated, hand sliding from your chin down your side to grip your hip and push you more into him, into his still-covered bulge.

“sweetheart, i walked in here and nearly fucked the wall because of the thought of you riding that toy.”

“ah– matt–…”

you gasped in pleasure and surprise as his hands wrapped fully around your waist, pulling you flush against him. his cock, hot and hard behind the towel, digging into your leg shamelessly. his towel was hanging by a thread around his hips, and the slightest movement would definitely make it meet the floor.

“you make me go crazy.” he rasped, pulling you tighter against him, his voice a dangerous mix of possessiveness and want.

your breath hitched as he reached between your bodies, the towel around his waist finally unwrapping with a flick of his torso, revealing his cock in all its glory — flushed, thick, already leaking.

so much bigger than your toy.

so much better.

“see this?” mattheo murmured, grabbing the base of his cock and pressing it against your stomach, letting you feel the sheer length of it. letting you see how deep it will reach when inside you. “you did this to me by simply breathing.”

“and that stupid dildo, shit–” he growled, pressing his forehead to yours, closing his eyes for a few seconds to compose himself. “this is what you need. not some flimsy pink plastic.”

“y–yes, mattheo, please–”

“darling, will you do something for me?”

as much as he wanted to take you there against the cold tiles of the shower, as much as he wanted to bury his cock in that drenched sweet pussy of yours, he craved something else first.

“anything, anything.”

oh, so desperate, so pliant.

“show me how you were using it.”

your lips parted in a soft moan, embarrassment surging in you yet again. “what?”

his fingers gripped your hips, moving you away from his body and spinning you around so your front faced the dildo. “please, sweetheart. i want to see it. ride it for me like the filthy little thing you are.”

humiliation and need swirled in your belly, mattheo’s plea making more of your arousal gush down your thighs. the toy was still there — suctioned to the wall, exactly where you’d left it… you hesitated, but one sharp smack to your ass made you yelp and step forward instinctively.

“fuck, let me see you bounce against it.” he growled. “c’mon.”

your hands pressed to the tiles as you carefully spread your legs, lining yourself up, inching back until the silicone tip kissed your soaked entrance. mattheo groaned at the sight, cock twitching, heavy and flushed between his tensed legs.

you sank back with a slow, needy moan, the stretch familiar, but not nearly enough — not after hearing him speak to you about his cock, not after seeing it for yourself.

and there it was, right in front of you, so close to your lips, yet so far away. it was weeping with precum, throbbing visibly. tempting you to take it in your mouth. 

“fuck,” you whimpered. “m–mattheo–”

he stepped closer, letting the tip hover over your face as he slowly fisted his cock to the rhythm of your erratic hips. you looked so desperate, jutting your cunt and swallowing at that pathetic dildo, all while eyeing his shaft with drool dripping down your chin.

you looked so fucking beautiful; he almost came on the spot.

“yeah, darling? does it feel good?”

“n–no, 'want you.”

“want me? to do what, sweetheart?”

mattheo’s fingers gripped your chin, angling your face upwards so your eyes locked with his. his cockhead pressed against your parted lips, a thick drop of precum beading at the flushed tip, and trailing down into your hungry mouth.

you did not answer him verbally, choosing to stick out your tongue and lick at his leaky tip instead.

“beg for it. show me how much you want a real dick.”

you blinked, eyes wide and watering from need, your hips still rolling back against the dildo pathetically — seeking more friction, more satisfaction, but getting none. your cunt squelched with every grind, soaking wet and twitching, clenching around the stupid silicone instead of the thick, real cock in front of you.

“mattheo,” you gasped, breathless, your body trembling with desperation. “please… please let me suck your cock.”

his groan was guttural, guttural and deep — but he wasn’t giving in just yet. he wanted to see you dirty that innocent mouth of yours with your nastiest thoughts.

“you want my cock in your mouth that bad, darling? gonna beg like a desperate little slut just for a taste?” he stroked himself slowly, teasingly, letting another drip of precum spill down his shaft and onto your hungry tongue.

you nodded vigorously, lips brushing against his sensitive skin. “please, matt. i need it­– need your cock, your cum… please…”

he stilled, hand stopping at the base with a harsh tug. “oh?” his freed thumb dragged along your bottom lip, pressing down slightly. “do you suck that dildo too? wrap your pretty lips around it when i’m not here?”

your eyes widened, humiliation crashing over you like a wave. “n–no…”

mattheo’s smirk deepened. “no?” he repeated, thumb pushing harder against your lip. “why not?”

your voice was a breathy confession, barely above a whisper. “it… it can’t cum.”

and there he was, thinking you couldn’t become any sexier.

cum?

that made him moan. it was low and ragged, broken and feral, like your words physically affected him.

“fucking hell.” he leaned closer, forehead against yours, lips brushing, breath hot. “you only want real cock in that pretty little mouth, huh? one that can fuck your throat and paint it white?”

“yes– yes, mattheo, please– i love your cum, i love it, please let me taste it–”

he growled, shoving his cock forward until the tip pressed fully to your lips.

“go ahead, darling.”

you didn’t need to be told twice.

your mouth opened wide, lips wrapping greedily around the head of his cock, tongue swirling instantly to collect the precum. you moaned, loud and unrestrained, just the taste alone making your eyes roll back.

“fuck, sweetheart– just like that.” mattheo hissed, overwhelmed by the feeling of your tongue.

you bobbed your head with vigour, mouth slick and warm, suckling like your life depended on it. one of mattheo’s hands gripped the back of your head, guiding you gently at first — but that didn’t last long. his hips gave a slow, brutal thrust, pushing his cock deeper between your lips, making you gag around the length.

“that’s iiiiit.” he groaned. “god, you look so fucking pretty like this… all cum-hungry eyes.”

he began to fuck your mouth with more urgency, watching as tears bubbled up in your eyes, spit stringing from your lips to his shaft every time he pulled away. and you took it all like a champ, while also rocking your hips against the dildo.

what a good and obedient slut you were.

“shit.”

mattheo’s voice was low and tight, a clear sign he was on the verge of cumming. that and his hips furiously shoving deeper into your face, cock stuffed down your throat harder and faster than before.

“fuck– you're gonna take it all, yeah? gonna swallow every last drop for me like the good little cumslut you are?”

you whimpered around him, nodding as best you could with your mouth stretched wide.

and that was all it took.

with a loud, broken moan, mattheo pushed his cock deep inside your throat and came. thick, hot spurts painting your tongue and your throat in rapid shots. you swallowed desperately, greedily, trying to get it all, not letting a single drop go to waste. your hands were clenched tightly across his legs, keeping him in place with the little force that you had left in your arms.

no cum escaped your hungry mouth.

when he finally pulled out, panting and dazed, he looked down to see your dazed eyes, your cum-coated lips, your drool-covered chin.

“goddamn…” he murmured, thumbing some of the mess from your cheek and smushing it back against your lips. “you’re perfect.”

“did it taste good, sweetheart?”

“s–soo good.”

you were still trembling, grinding against the dildo helplessly, drooling with need. even with a load down your throat, your cunt was still aching for another turn.

mattheo could see that. could see the hazy look in your eyes, the restless movement of your hips. could see the mess you’ve made on the shower floor because of that dildo. you too wanted to cum, and that silicone toy was not cutting it.

“let me help you too, darling.”

it’s all he said before scooping you up from your position, hands stationed underneath your arms so he could lift you up and away from the toy. now you were in his arms, naked chest pressed to naked chest, as mattheo carefully moved you to the opposite shower wall.

“c–cum, i want to cum so badly.”

you were a bit lost, whining against mattheo as he pressed your back to the cold wall. the tiles made you shiver and arch back into his body, but they also helped you cool down a bit and regain a sense of clarity.

“i got you, my pretty girl. i am here.”

keeping you up against the wall with one arm, the other secured your legs around his torso. he’s never fucked anyone against a shower wall before, but thankfully there was no danger. the only thing drenched and slippery was your puffy cunt, gushing your creamy arousal all over his cock and getting it wetter than your mouth did.

“there we go, sweetheart.”

he glued his forehead back to yours, keeping constant eye contact as he nicely eased his cock into you. mattheo managed to slip in in one swift motion, the dildo having opened you up enough to welcome the majority of his shaft.

“all good?”

“yeshh– please, matt, please, more.”

and he did, hips stuttering against you as he finally plunged his entire cock into you. the difference between the toy and the real thing was visible, as you immediately gaped your mouth open and moaned from the stretch. your head tipped backwards, hitting the wall, but the pain was not registered as mattheo started to fuck into you.

“my goddd, please, please.”

his rhythm, restless and unwavering, picked up the abandoned orgasm from before. your legs were already trembling against him and if it weren’t for mattheo’s strong build, he too might have faltered under the pleasure.

your mouth was divine– but your pussy? it was so hot and sticky, the walls clamping down around his cock and sucking every drop of cum he still had left in his balls.

he wasn’t going to last long.

“fuck, that’s it– just like that,” he gritted, jaw clenched, curls sticking to his forehead from the sweat.

mattheo was so deep you could feel him bulging your belly, splitting you open and filling you up all at once. his thick cock plowed into your soaked cunt like it belonged there.

your fingernails clawed at his shoulders and back, marking him as you wanted, the pleasure too intense to stay still. “i–i can’t hold it, i’m gonna–”

“do it.” mattheo groaned into your neck. “cum on my cock like a good girl. show me you don’t need that toy ever again.”

your walls fluttered around him, drawing another low, animalistic growl from his chest. he was unyielding, fucking you harder now, chasing both of your highs, the sound of wet skin slapping echoing through the bathroom.

“pleasepleaseplease, i’m cumming–”

your orgasm slammed into you like a wave, hips twitching, back arching off the wall as your pussy oozed around him. mattheo cursed under his breath, arms locking tighter around your waist, keeping you safe.

“that’s it, sweetheart, make a mess all over me.”

he followed just seconds later, cock pulsing deep inside as he filled you with hot, thick cum. it dripped down your thighs instantly, mixing with the remaining shower water and the slick already coating you both.

•••

“a–ah, guess i got my wish, huh?”

“what wish?”

“we get to shower together now.”

©dearmisshoney 2025. do not copy, translate, or claim any of my writings or works as your own.

tags: @theodoresvalentine, @cafechichay, @lov3notts, @nottslove

[dearmisshoney]

flesh light & prone bones

synopsis. coming home from brunch, you expected an empty apartment — not to catch your cocky roommate mattheo fucking a fleshlight to the thought of you. curiosity turns to temptation, and you both realize toys could never replace the real thing.

pairing. roommate! mattheo riddle x reader

content/mdni. fem!reader, roommate!au, pervert!reader, cocky!mattheo, pervert!mattheo, implied gymrat!mattheo, fleshlight-fucking, assisted masturbation, voyeurism to participation, filthy teasing, praise, dirty talk, name-calling (sweetheart, baby), overstimulation, allusion to edging, spit play, cum eating, doggy-style/prone bone (?), headlock/slight choking, slight spanking, unprotected p in v!

word count. 3.6k

a/n. this one goes to @pizzaapeteer! she convinced me to write another matty fic! let me know what you think. likes and reblogs are appreciated

inserting the keys in the lock and turning them twice, you finally locked the front door. leaving them to dangle in the door, you slowly made your way inside your shared apartment with mattheo. you only stopped for a moment in the hallway, removing your shoes and the purse you’ve been carrying around your brunch date with the girls.

but not your wired headphones.

no, you’d rather keep those in for the time being, preferring to listen to any kind of music than to mattheo rambling about sports and the like. you weren’t even sure he was home; he had a really bad habit of keeping to himself the important information, disclosing only dumb details like how much his bench press has improved.

but as you make your way further into the apartment, you realize he is home. the opened cardboard box on the kitchen island, the ripped package, and the violently scattered foam bits were a clear indicator that mattheo was at home.

“this jerk never cleans after himself.” you mumbled underneath your breath, extremely quiet, and if it weren’t for the fact that you said these words, you wouldn’t have been able to hear them thanks to your loud music.

mattheo was not the perfect roommate. he was flashy, annoying, messy. he also seems to respect the concept of privacy only when it applies to him; if you try to count the times you’ve found him in your room like a pervert, you wouldn’t have enough fingers, hands and feet combined.

nonetheless, he was paying his share of the rent in time, and if you yell at him a bit, he does clean around as well.

curious as ever, you approached the box to figure out what mattheo ordered.

“kidney failure is written all over him.”

it was probably another gigantic container of protein powder, or creatine, or whatever powders he uses for the gym and his godly physique, as he likes to call it. mattheo has an entire lower kitchen cabinet dedicated to his fitness journey, so such purchases were not uncommon.

with all that in mind, the cardboard box seemed too small compared to his usual orders. the box was also a different shape than the usual huge square cube mattheo gets his supplements in. twisting and turning the package in your hands, your eyes scanned the surface for any sort of clue — a company name, a product name, heck, even a cringey motto about gym life.

but nothing.

the package was blank, discreet.

the foam chunks were of no help, and the shipping paper was torn to pieces.

“he really wanted what’s inside, huh?”

you might as well check the cabinet and see if a new container has been added. that way, the mystery will be solved quicker.

bending at the knees, you dropped down to mattheo’s gym stash and swung open the door. this cabinet was the only place mattheo kept all clean and organized, so you immediately realized no new product was added.

“what the fuck did he buy?”

muttering to yourself again, you raise from your position, prepared to investigate the torn paper. only to have your wired headphones latched around the cabinet knob and snatched out of your ears.

“ugh­– this shi–”

“fuck, hmm, so good.”

now that your ears were no longer trapped by your headphones — which were now pathetically hanging around the knob — you could hear mattheo. and the nasty noises he was making.

he was loud.

“ah, ah, ah.”

his voice was low and raspy, and if it weren’t for the clear needy tone in his words, you would’ve said he was just having a bit too much fun with his video games.

that was not the case, however.

“s–so wet, damn.”

and with that, your brain short-circuits for good.

your entire body froze, one hand clenched around your knotty headphones, the other stiffing up by your side, clawing at the material of your shorts. you stayed like that for a few seconds, trying to process what the fuck you just heard.

maybe it wasn’t him. maybe it was porn, playing from his expensive speakers in his room.

yeah. yeah.

but no matter how much you tried to convince yourself, another guttural moan from mattheo shattered any sort of argument you could come up with.

that was him.

“tight as fuck, shittt.”

not only was mattheo home — he was very home, in his room, jacking off. owning the place and being as vocal as he liked.

“so good, so good.”

you wished to be angry and annoyed at him. you wished to slam your hand on the kitchen counter and yell his name to stop. you wished, you truly did, but something in you was fighting against these urges. something primal was itching at your brain, making your teeth bite into your lips, your hands clenching tighter.

something primal was itching at your stomach, making your tummy do a flip, your panties all wet.

“oh, baby, ohhh–”

you inhaled sharply, closing your eyes in an attempt to disconnect from the situation at hand and think straight.

i should just leave…

“ugh, damn.”

…pretend i heard nothing…

“it feels amazingggg.”

…and just take another walk.

“fuck, fuck, fuckkk…”

yeah, i can do it–

you thought you could fight back, but your entire resolve collapsed when you heard your name moaned by mattheo.

that deep, rumbling voice, grunting your name without any shame. again, and again, and again.

“that pussy would feel so much better, i just know.”

so raw and desperate.

completely discarding your headphones, you finally moved. but not towards the front door.

tiptoeing down the hallway, you crept closer and closer to mattheo’s room. the wooden floor was slightly creaking underneath your footsteps, but neither you, nor mattheo seem to pay attention to it. he was too caught up in pleasure, and you were too turned on to care.

“you’d be so warm and– fuckk–”

mattheo was rambling on his own, groaning your name from time to time and vocalizing his dirtiest thoughts about you. and as wrong as this was — eavesdropping on your roommate fucking his fist, there was no shame in you. quite the opposite: his nasty words shoot directly at your core, making arousal pool in your panties and stick to your weeping cunt.

his door was slightly ajar. the close proximity allowed you to bathe into the obscene wet sounds he was making, now clearly registering the rhythmic movement of his thrusts. it was wet, stickily so, the sloshing noises being a definite indicator of mattheo’s need.

the close proximity also allowed you to dip your head in and take a peak.

but you shouldn’t. everyone has sexual urges and it was wrong for you–

“sweetheart, please…”

your head instantly turned towards the crack of the door, the pet name practically latching onto your neck and twisting you around to finally see him.

and you gasped.

that was not a hand.

there was mattheo, sprawled on his bed, completely naked. upper body leaning against the headboard, head thrown back. lower body jutting up and down from the mattress, thrusting with urgency into a pale grey fleshlight.

your thighs clamped into one another, your tiny shorts riding upwards on your legs, seam digging into your clit. you did your best not to snake your hand down into your panties to touch yourself, choosing to use it to steady yourself against the door.

you knew mattheo was hot.

hot was an understatement, really. as much as you liked to make fun of his cocky attitude and his pride for his godly physique, you couldn’t deny it. mattheo riddle was attractive beyond compare, and seeing him in this position made you want to jump on him and fuck him to death.

“shit– to have that sweet cunt all to myself…”

he was high on lust, babbling to himself between moans, jerking that new fleshlight to a sloppy rhythm. his abs were flexing with every rock of his hips; his arm, strained from the pressure of tightly gripping the sex toy, was a sharp valley of muscles, scattered with protruding veins.

“will you let me have you, sweetheart?”

shit.

his voice, still sultry and lustful, now had an undertone of arrogance. his head, previously lolling back against the wall, was now upright — his chocolate eyes staring right at you.

he caught you.

and he was proud of that.

“ah– don’t ignore me, baby.”

you couldn’t answer. words got stuck in your throat, your brain refusing to cooperate. you could only focus on the lazy movements of his hand, now guiding the fleshlight up and down his cock.

his cock, so hard and stiff. drenched in precum and lube. his cock, so red and pulsing, throbbing against the inside of the toy and begging for more.

his chest was raising and falling rapidly, visibly affected by the entire ordeal. the tips of his curls were sticking to his forehead, skin all sweaty and slick. yet, mattheo seemed more composed than you were.

“after i’ve called for you so nicely…”

he smirked, dragging the toy all the way down to his base with a deep groan; sheltering his entire shaft into the poor fleshlight.

“…could at least help me out, sweetheart.”

he did it all intentionally.

it wasn’t like mattheo did not know you got home. he knew, and that urged him to masturbate even more.

you swallowed thickly, still unsure whether to step in or not. a part of you wanted to join him desperately; the other part was arguing for you to leave and cool off alone.

mattheo could see the storm behind your gaze. and he knew how to help you decide.

suddenly, he removed the fleshlight from his shaft completely, letting the sex toy fall from his hand somewhere on the mattress. letting you see the way his stiff cock escaped from its confinement, stood tall for a few seconds, then flopped to the side.

“you’re a manwhore, mattheo.”

it’s all you managed to say as you stepped into the room, removing your cardigan, and throwing it somewhere on his floor.

“you say it like it’s a bad thing, baby.”

he hissed between his teeth, brushing off your ‘compliment’ and focusing on your actions. removing your outer layer, you were now nicely standing in a cropped tee and the tiniest fucking shorts he has ever seen you wear.

and when you seated yourself next to him on the bed, his cock twitched against his thigh hard.

“what if i had guests, hm?”

your voice was condescending, mean. your gaze sharp and accusatory.

but that only turned him on more.

mattheo let out a short, breathy laugh, licking over his lips. your question was of little importance to him. his eyes were focused on you only, hypnotized by your entire existence.

“but you don’t.”

he was so shameless, so brazen. his gaze was dancing along your body, making a first stop on your perky tits, another on the exposed skin of your thighs.

even if you had guests, he wouldn’t have acted differently.

“pervert.”

you spat at him like you were disgusted by his behaviour, yet your hand drew closed to the sex toy and brought it back into the spotlight.

“who would’ve thought–…”

you grabbed the base of his cock without warning, eliciting a strangled moan from mattheo.

“–that you’d–”

gathering some of your spit, you let the liquid drip all the way down to his cock, hitting the throbbing tip and gliding down the side of his cock.

“oh, fuck, wait–”

“–get a fleshlight.”

positioning the fleshlight at the right angle, you dragged it all the way down. his hips buckled involuntarily, the sudden stimulation making his thighs shake.

“why not fuck a real woman?”

you began moving the toy slowly, guiding it up and down. twisting and turning your wrist with expertise, you tried to mimic the way mattheo was jerking himself off before your intrusion.

“oh my god, this is so hot.”

mattheo was still taken aback by the entire situation: not only did you join him in bed, you were now pumping his cock with this newly bought sex toy, making him writhe around his bedsheets.

“so easily pleased.”

you hummed, mocking the way mattheo was already succumbing to pleasure.

he tried to take charge again, raising his torso from the headboard, but you were quicker. with a hand on his chest, you harshly pushed him back down, causing him to drop even closer to the mattress than before.

“answer me, mattheo!”

your speed around his shaft slowed, now dragging the toy at an agonizingly low pace. seeing your roommate mattheo scrunch his face in both pain and pleasure was irresistible.

“t–they’re not you.”

“not me?”

you did not expect such an answer. but he seemed to have answered truthfully, so you reward him by speeding up again.

“ah, ah, ah, sweetheart.”

mattheo was gasping now, hips chasing every glide of the toy like his life depends on it. his eyes were blown-out, half-lidded, heavy with lust; his mouth parted, his lips glossy with spit.

he hated how much of an effect you had on him, but he couldn’t do much.

your hand did anything but falter. the wet suction of the fleshlight was echoing louder and louder between the two of you, almost harmonizing with mattheo’s moans. he was putty under your control, and that made your cunt throb hard.

“and is this toy me?”

you seemed almost mad that he’d compare you with a stupid inanimate object: your lovely lips formed a pout, and your eyes widened with pretend sadness. all of it to emotionally taunt and pester mattheo.

“i can’t fuck you.”

mattheo raised his tone, exhasperated by your little accusations. why were you playing dumb? you would never let him blow your back, so a fleshlight was the onl–

“who said that?”

“huh?”

“who said you can’t fuck me?”

you tilted your head mockingly, putting all your effort into squeezing the base of the toy harder. you wanted to make him cum, you wanted to make him shoot his seed deep into the fleshlight.

“oh, baby, baby baby–”

he was chanting pet names like a mantra, his fingers clawing at the sheets with desperation. his jaw was clenched, and the veins on his forearms were accentuated even more.  

he was close. so close.

“c–can i actually fuck you?”

oh, he was so damn cute. such a big beefy guy, asking for permission, on the verge of tears.

“of course you can.”

mattheo did not answer that. only a long and loud groan left his lips, head digging against the headboard more and more. his body jolted once, twice, then shuddered hard as thick ropes of cum filled the toy.

you could feel the way the fleshlight became heavier with each passing second. you could also hear the slick squelches of it, louder and wetter, as you were still gliding it on his cock — milking him dry.

“give me all you’ve got!”

mattheo was done for. he looked absolutely wrecked, absolutely ruined — you loved it.

“f–fuck, no more, please.” he whined, tossing his head to the side from overstimulation.

you had no intention of stopping, really. but something about mattheo pleading to be released changed your resolve. so, with one final drag up his sensitive cock, you released him.

his cum oozed out of the toy in thick drips immediately, staining his crotch and abs.  

“damn, you really filled it up!”

holding the toy up for inspection, you could see his release seeping more and more out of it. it was creamy and gooey, and it made you wonder how it tastes.

“oh, shut up, you–”

raising the fleshlight higher, you stuck out your tongue and allowed some of his cum to land on it. the salty taste spread across your mouth in an instant.

and instead of spitting it, you happily swallowed.

“fuck, you’re gonna kill me.”

mattheo witnessed the entire thing. his cock did too, hardening again against his abs.

“wanna compare it with the real thing?”

and there it was — an even deadlier proposal from you.

you did not even wait for his answer, certain he will agree. rather, you discarded the toy completely, dropping it on the floor, choosing to turn around and bend over for mattheo.

“want? i need it.”

you heard him barely mutter behind you, as eager as before. he retracted his legs from the mattress, allowing you the space to position yourself on your hands and knees for him.

“fuck, baby, your shorts are soaked.”

mattheo now had a clear view of the effect he had on you: your tiny cotton shorts were stained with a big patch of arousal, butchered up all the way into your cunt. heck, if he tried more, he could define the outline of your pussy through your clothes.

“c’mon, mattheo, fuck me!”

you mewled at him like a vixen, arching your back into him and shaking your clothed ass. you instantly felt mattheo’s rough hands cupping the fat of your behind, caressing the skin and even dipping his fingers underneath your shorts.

feeling around. exploring.

“mattheo, huryyyyy”

“shut up.” he growled at you, striking your right buttcheek in a sharp and swift motion. “let me admire you.”

he continued to roam his hands all over you, feather touches all over your skin — exposed or not.

but not for long, as his patience was wearing thin as well.

gripping the hem of your shorts and panties at the same time, mattheo finally dragged them down to your bent knees, exposing that warm and needy hole to his eyes.

“fuck, how could i assume–”

mattheo grasped the base of his cock and, stepping closer to you, he immediately brushed the tip of his cock across your folds, gathering and spreading your wetness around.

“–that i can replace you–”

just to torture you back, he pushed his shaft against your pulsing hole, applying enough pressure for you to feel him, but not enough to enter you.

“–with a mere toy?”

“please, mattheo…”

and there it was, you begging. exactly what he was waiting for.

with your sweet plea on your lips, mattheo finally thrusted inside of you. impatient as ever, he stuffed you full from the beginning, reaching the deepest part of your cunt and hitting that sensitive spot with his tip.

“fuck, it’s so hot.”

ah, you were stuffed to the brim.

“and your walls are sucking me in.”

you could feel every vein and ridge on his cock, pressing deliciously against you.

“loosen up, sweetheart. shit. i can’t move.”

and you did your best to listen, but your hungry pussy was sucking him in like a vice. with your cunt gripping tightly around his shaft, mattheo managed to pull out only halfway.

“i won’t last long, baby.”

and then he thrusted back in. hard. pushing your entire body forward and ruining any sort of balance in your upper body, you fell on the mattress face down.

“fuck, you feel amazing!”

“never keep this pussy away from me, you hear me?”

his rhythm was now constant, jutting his hips into yours at a desperate pace.

“i will have this pussy breakfast, lunch and dinner.”

mattheo's guttural promise echoed in your ears as his hips picked up the pace.

carnal desire was evident in the way he was pounding into you — with unrestrained force. your body instinctively arched more and more against him, wishing to never be separated from his body ever again.

the slapping sounds of flesh on flesh was the only prevalent sound, sometimes joined by moans, gasps and whines. your face was completely buried in the mattress, lips even biting at the bedsheets in an attempt to muffle some of your pornographic noises.

mattheo saw that and did not like it one bit.

“bad fucking girl!”

your entire upper body was lifted from the bed in one smooth movement, mattheo’s strong arms sneaking around your torso and neck. his right arm was gripping at your midpoint, steadying you.

his other arm, however, put your head in a nice meaty headlock.

“let me hear you, sweetheart!”

tightening his hold on you, his arm immediately flexed around your neck, pushing his hard bicep closer to your face.

“ah, mattheo.”

“yeah, baby. gonna cum?”

the new position allowed mattheo to reach even deeper, kissing your cervix with his aggressive thrusts. he was throbbing, ready to orgasm a second time that day.

“let me make you cum.” he whispered softly against your face, placing a half-peck on the shell of your ear.

and with that, he lowered his hand from your torso to your pussy, locating your pulsing nub and drawing fast circles on it.

“oh my god i'm–”

and he was too. his hips slammed faster and faster into your cunt, sloppily thrusting until the very end.

“don’t move!” he grunted aggressively in your ear.

mattheo could feel you spasming, trying to run away from him. but he had to fill you up. he had to cream your pussy for real.

“take it all, sweetheart. be a good fucktoy for me!”

and you couldn’t go against him even if you wanted to. his big arms were securely holding your body in place.

so you stilled your hips as best as you could, settling nicely into his body, allowing mattheo to paint your insides with his cum.

and make a big mess, just like he did with the fleshlight.

•••

“i am throwing away the fleshlight!”

“oh, so i did better than it?”

“you’re insane for even asking.”

©dearmisshoney 2025. do not copy, translate, or claim any of my writings or works as your own.

tags: @downbad4reid, @cafechichay, @lov3notts

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masterlist

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theodore nott

full fics

caught red-handed (and rock hard)

pitch a (his) tent

fool me once, fuck you twice -> with mattheo

drabbles

1,2,3,4 i declare a finger war

sniff, stroke, repeat

others

brother's bsf! theo with malfoy! reader

brother's bsf! theo and lipstick prints

brother's bsf! theo and pantie-stealing

mattheo riddle

full fics

books and deep throat thoughts

flesh light & prone bones

blanket monster

fool me once, fuck you twice -> with theodore

suctions and sanctions

others

boyfriend! mattheo and high lazy riding

tom riddle

full fics

landlord special

©dearmisshoney 2025. do not copy, translate, or claim any of my writings or works as your own.