#mattheo riddle x reader smut

[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.”

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[mattyriddlesbitch]

Play Thing

Mattheo, Theodore, Lorenzo, Blaise, and Draco x Reader

Warnings: Pure filth, sex toys, bondage, voyeurism, cussing

Your boyfriend, Mattheo, decided to buy you guys this nice new toy. He wouldn't tell you what it was, but he waited for you to unbox it with him. It came in a rather big box for a sex toy. You both opened it together, and assembled the few parts. The best way to describe it was like a saddle. Except it had some attachments with dildos.

Mattheo had you test it out, helping you sit down on it in the middle of his room, your knees hitting the floor as you sunk down on the dildo on top of it. Mattheo took the remote and sat back on the edge of his bed, testing out the settings. One was a twirl setting and the other was a vibration setting. He let the dildo twirl inside of you first, enjoying the way you shifted at the movement.

"If you keep squirming, you're not gonna feel it as well." He teased with an amused smirk.

That's how you found yourself tied to the machine. Your hands tied to the hooks in the front, your ankles tied to the ones on the back, even a little ball gag in your mouth so you couldn't protest.

Mattheo was sat back on the bed again, now turning on the vibrations. If you weren't so focused on the feeling, you might've heard his chuckle at how helpless and cute you looked.

It only lasted a few minutes before Mattheo's door swung open behind you, the voices of Theo and Enzo filling your ears before dying rather quickly.

There you were, naked, sitting on...something, back turned towards them, moaning and whining into your gag. It made them speechless.

You wriggled in your bonds, embarrassed that the two boys had seen you like this.

"Oh, fuck." You heard Theo mutter, still not able to see them.

"Pretty, huh?" Mattheo spoke up. He was still looking at you, turning up the vibrations, forcing more moans out of you. "You guys want a turn?"

"Fuck, yes." Enzo pushed past Theo to sit next to Mattheo on the bed, taking the remote from him.

You could finally see Enzo, watching him turn the knobs on the remote while Theo circled around you slowly.

Enzo turned the vibrations up slowly, only stopping when your eyes rolled back, pulling at your restraints.

"Mattheo, can you stop leaving the door open when you have your girlfriend-" Draco's voice came from down the hall, coming closer as he walked towards the open door. He abruptly stopped when he looked into Mattheo's room.

"Wasn't my fault this time. Theo left it open." Mattheo said, leaning back on his hands.

"Mattheo's letting us play with his new toy." Theo said, now coming into your view.

"Is that so?" You heard Blaise speak this time before the door clicks.

All five boys were now in your sight, eyeing you like you were a meal, and they hadn't eating in 3 days.

Enzo turned up the vibrations once more, which had you cumming in seconds, crying into the gag as your body shook. He rode out the orgasm before turning it down so he didn't overwhelm you.

It was the hardest you've ever cum, it took you a moment to come back to yourself and by the time you did, the boys were arguing over who's turn it was next before Theo snatched the remote out of Enzo's hands, turning the setting on both the twirl and the vibrations up. You pussy was already sensitive and it had you trying to close your legs and pull away.

The boys were cooing at you, loving your reactions. You felt a hand in your hair, trying to comfort you and at this point, you couldn't tell who it was as your second orgasm was building up quick. It hit you just as hard as the first one, causing you to scream, shake and cry.

Before any arguing started up again, Draco took the remote from Theo, waiting for your screams to stop before turning it all the way up.

Merlin, you could feel the twirling in your stomach and the vibrations went through your whole body. You wished you could see, but your vision became too fuzzy. You could feel more hands on you now, your neck, your thighs, your chest, not knowing which hand belonged to you.

This orgasm came slowly, ripping through your whole body, from your head to your toes. You couldn't even scream this time, just twitch and shake, the drool dripping from your mouth from the ball gag landing on your chest and making its way down as you slump forward.

Blaise finally stole the remote from Draco, turning everything way down. The tears of pleasure finally slipping down your cheeks as you caught your breath.

"You guys are gonna break her if you keep that up." Blaise huffed, brushing your cheek with his thumb.

It was soft, but before you could even relax, he turned the machine back up slowly, forcing a whimper out of you.

"As someone who shares a wall with Mattheo, I think I can attest that she can't break." Theo spoke up.

"What's that mean?"

"It means I can't sleep any night she stays over."

You tuned out the conversation from there as the vibrations took over your body again, tensing up before your fourth orgasm took hold of you. Your body felt tired and dizzy with pleasure as your orgasm wore off.

Mattheo finally took the remote from Blaise, not even bothering to turn down the machine or wait for your orgasm to fully finish before turning it back up to full vibration.

You cried around the gag again, pulling at the restraints. It was only mere seconds before your final orgasm hit, nearly blacking out as this one ripped through you. You could faintly hear the boys cheering, almost like it was a quidditch match.

As you came too, you realized the machine was turned off and Mattheo was helping you off of it. Your thighs were all soaked and sticky and that's when you realized you just squirted.

Your body felt so sore, especially your thighs from how they were spread on the machine. Your pussy was throbbing from the stimulation and wouldn't accept anything more.

Mattheo placed you on his bed, giving your hair a stroke as he pushed it back from your face.

"You still with us, princess?" Mattheo asked softly, but with a hint of teasing in his voice.

"Uh huh." It was all you could muster as you relaxed into the bed, eye threatening to close.

"You have fun?" He gave you a soft smile.

"Mhm." You nodded slightly.

"Good. Go to sleep." He said with one last stroke to your hair before standing up and ushering the boys out, but not with some complaints from them.

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oneshots | ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

⏦ﾟ♡︎ Best Friends, Right?

Short Summary: Mattheo’s been distant for a while. Your best friend now doesn’t even bother speaking to you. Perhaps a party and a little bit of alcohol can change that.

Warnings: 18+ only! drunk sex, begging, unprotected p in v, creampie, Mattheo and reader both are oblivious fucks, make-up sex

A/N: change of scenery—Mattheo Riddle. (Going back to Tom as we speak)

wordcount: 2,4k

You aren’t entirely fond of the idea of going out tonight. You have never been.

But today, after your exam week had just ended—you couldn’t come up with any more excuses which you were certain your friends knew to be blatant lies.

You have gone through your entire closet. Twice. Even three times. Haven’t found anything fitting. Until—you spot something you were given for your 18th birthday which has since been collecting dust at the very back of the closet. A glittery red mini dress, outrageously short, probably too short for a Slytherin house party.

A deep sigh falls over your lips. You don’t have anything else, not here at Hogwarts at least. So you put it on. As you look at your reflection in the mirror, finishing off by applying mascara and some blush, you hesitate. It most likely wasn’t a good idea to walk around like this.

You aren’t given much of a choice, though, because just a split second later, the door to your dorm falls open, three of your friends—already somewhat tipsy—entering while singing a muggle song picked up last time you snuck out to visit London.

You are immediately dragged out of your bathroom, showered with compliments on your appearance. And when you do try to voice your concerns—they are cut off right away. They insist on you coming along, not giving you much of a choice before they hand you a matching purse to your dress and pull you after them in the direction of the Slytherin common room.

You shiver. It’s quite chilly in the dungeons, so you are somewhat relieved when you finally enter the party, already crowded with people. They ask what drink you want, and initially you tell them you would just take something non-alcoholic, but again they insist you finally “have some fun” after spending days on end in your dorm, always studying and never giving yourself a break.

You really aren’t a person to give into peer pressure, but for some reason today, you agree without much further complaint. They are probably right that you do need some time off. Turn your brain off for the night, just let yourself go.

So when they come back and hand you a pink cocktail, you take your first sip. The alcohol instantly floods your senses. You haven’t drunk in so long.

Rationing it as much as you can, you briefly slip away from your friends at some point, which they, in their state, don’t even seem to notice.

You take a few deep breaths as you lean against the railing of the balcony, staring into the distance of the night sky. Earlier, years ago, you used to sit here with Mattheo when both of you snuck out to meet at your favourite spot. He always made time for you.

You exhale deeply, the cloud of your breath dissolving into the crisp winter air.

Once inseparable, you two now rarely spend time. You’ve been dying to ask why, why he avoids you. Answering in short, clipped sentences, never even looking at you when you initiate a conversation. It’s been tiring. Seeing your childhood best friend change, replacing you with someone else. Replace might be the wrong word for it—because you did love Theo and the others too. Just—less. It wasn’t as special. And up until recently—you had thought he felt the same.

You decide to not let these thoughts impact your mood any further, returning to the party soon after. It’s almost too dark and crowded to spot anyone in particular, your friends long gone from the spot you left them in. It would be quite difficult to find them again, so you decide to make your way through the crowd, into a corner where you’d have a better overview of the situation.

Just having made your way halfway through, your eyes lock onto someone familiar. Too familiar.

Mattheo stands there, calm and collected as always, a glass of firewhiskey in his hand. Theo stands next to him, whispering something in his ear, subtly nodding towards a girl. But Mattheo doesn’t seem to be paying him any attention as his eyes drift elsewhere—to you.

In this moment you wish you could have just evaporated into thin air. You don’t want to see him, not right now, you don’t need another reminder. And as much as you want to move away, keep looking for your friends—you find yourself rooted in place. Your legs are not cooperating with your brain.

He just stares at you for what feels like an eternity, his hot gaze steadily dropping lower, skimming over your exposed cleavage down to the curve of your hips, wandering over your bare thighs before they travel back up. And then that bastard grins. Subtly at that, but just enough for you to see it.

At this point your entire body feels like it’s on fire—and you don’t know why. The way he looks at you shouldn’t matter this much, it shouldn’t make you feel this way. Like he wants you equally as much as you want him. You’ve been thinking that this might be the reason as to why he doesn’t talk to you—he might have caught on. Realised you have somewhere along the way developed feelings for him. Of course he wouldn’t reciprocate.

Only when Theo elbows his side does he avert his attention, eyebrows furrowing as he rubs his ribs, quickly followed by being dragged into the crowd, supposedly to the bar. Or to find a girl to fuck.

They used to do it that way—when you were still close.

To your relief, you don’t see him anymore after this encounter.

And you down one or two more cocktails.

Just in case.

For the—you hope unlikely—event you would see him again. Which turns out to be a good decision after all.

Slightly after 1 am, when the crowd thins out as people start leaving—you sense someone walking up to you from behind.

“You here?” A familiar voice whispers in your ear, and when you turn around, you are met with your once favourite brown eyes. “Thought you didn’t like parties.”

You huff slightly. “I guess I wanted to confirm it once more.”

His eyes wander again, and you instinctively pull at your dress. It really is short.

“You look gorgeous today,” he drawls, and suddenly he is so close you can smell the alcohol in the air. Too fucking close. Your breath catches in your throat as you take in every detail of his oh-so-familiar face, the scar on his nose you have traced your finger over countless times, his beautiful, long eyelashes, his dark, messy curls you used to twirl around your finger as he lay on your lap…

But he is drunk. That’s why he is talking to you. Not because he wants to. Sober Mattheo would have ignored you the entire night, you think to yourself.

“You are drunk, Mattheo.” You point out coolly, and he goes silent for a second as though he were reconsidering ever talking to you in the first place. You fully expect him to leave at that point, but instead, his lips curl into a smirk.

“So? Can I not tell my best friend she is pretty?”

A scoff leaves your lips faster than you’d have liked.

“Best friends usually talk to each other more often than just at parties, Mattheo.”

He nods. “I see. So, let’s talk.”

His hand wraps firmly around your wrist, pulling you after him. Exiting the Slytherin common room. Heading in the direction of his dorm.

Mattheo almost trips over his own feet on the way multiple times, and if it wasn’t for you, he would have earned some bruises from his clumsiness. He is more drunk than you thought he was.

As soon as you enter the dorm, you disappear into his bathroom and reemerge with a glass of water, handing it to him. He looks at you with a raised brow but drinks it nonetheless.

You don’t intend on sitting down. You want this to be over with as quickly as possible. You’d have preferred if he had just told you back at the party. You could have had faster access to alcohol that way.

After a minute of gathering his thoughts, he finally speaks up, getting up from his bed and carefully stalking towards you.

“You know why I’ve been distant? He asks, stopping right in front of you, his eyes locking onto yours. “Because you do something to me. You make me feel something I haven’t quite been able to place.”

He pauses briefly. Studying your facial expressions.

“Until a few hours ago.”

You tilt your head slightly, cocking an eyebrow. “What are you saying?”

“That I am— in love with you. Fucking hell, I love you, alright?” He pinches the bridge of his nose and turns away, striding back towards the bed.

Oh.

Oh.

Fuck, you two are idiots.

“Mattheo.”

He just rambles on. “If you don’t, it’s fine. I expected you wou—“

“Mattheo.”

You quickly follow after him, spinning him around to crash your lips onto his. He doesn’t kiss you back at first—simply because he hadn’t expected it. He expected anything but this.

But when he does—it quickly grows hungry, passionate, his hands finding their way to the back of your head, tangling in your hair as he keeps you in place, keeps you from pulling away. And both of you savour this moment. Fuck, you had missed his touch. Missed him. Missed your Mattheo.

“I love you too,” you confess, drawing in a deep breath as you finally part.

His lips are puffy and red, and although it’s hard to believe—he looks even better like this. Mouth slightly parted, dark curls a mess, eyes darkened with lust.

Lust.

If you weren’t drunk right now, your brain would try to rationalise, stop to think, think about the consequences of what was about to happen—but you aren’t used to alcohol clouding your mind. You can’t rationalise, much less even want to.

So when his hands wander up your back, finding the zipper to your dress—you don’t complain. Fuck, you wanted this.

Mattheo’s quick, tugging the zipper down, leaving your dress to pool at your ankles, sucking a mark into the skin of your neck before he takes a step back, appraising you.

Something flashes in his eyes. Dark, dangerous.

“Best friends, right?” He mutters under his breath, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He’s quick to rid you of the lace still adorning your curves, your hands in the meanwhile working at his trousers.

“Best friends.” You nod, breathless.

As soon as the fabric drops to the floor, his lips are back on yours, having you walk backwards until you lay on his bed, positioning yourself in the middle of the soft mattress.

He’s hovering over you mere seconds later, carelessly discarding his shirt somewhere on the other side of the bed.

You can’t help but moan softly when his lips trail kisses from your jawline all the way to your clavicle, fingers gently tugging on his brunette curls.

“Are you sure?” Mattheo asks then, meeting your eyes to find any hint of uncertainty.

You nod eagerly. “Yes.”

You barely get the word out before you feel him slip between your folds, gathering your arousal before he aligns himself with your entrance, thick and hot, and all of a sudden you weren’t so sure if you could even take him.

“Been dreaming ‘bout this pussy for too fucking long,” he slurs, and then, with one singular, sharp thrust, he buries himself in your cunt, momentarily knocking the breath from your lungs at the sudden intrusion. He stills for a moment, letting you adjust to the rather painful stretch on your walls as he feels you tense beneath him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growls as you clench around his cock, and then he starts to move, slowly at first, dragging his length out of you before pushing back inside. It’s slow, torturously slow, as though he was scared to hurt you.

Your nails dig into his back, hips bucking to meet his thrusts. “Please, Mattheo, I need you.”

That’s all it takes. He speeds up, angles his thrusts just right, brushing over a particularly sensitive spot inside of you that makes your head spin in pleasure. He groans and whimpers, praises you for how well you are doing for him.

His hips snap against yours like he’s got a point to prove, making up for the time you two had lost. You feel something building in the pit of your lower stomach, a pressure that grows with every thrust, until it’s there, on the verge of exploding.

“Yeah, want to come?” He pants, his breath hot and ragged. “Show me how bad you need to come.”

“God, Mattheo, please. I need to come—“ you whimper, cut off by his lips meeting yours.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Sound so pretty when you beg for me.”

Mattheo seems to know exactly what you need because he reaches between the both of you, rubbing tight circles on your swollen clit, and you moan in response. He’s pushing into you mercilessly, walls clamping down around him, your entire body tensing when your orgasm crashes over you in tidal waves, legs trembling as they are wrapped around him.

“Princess, fuck, can I come inside? Mattheo groans against your neck, thrusts growing ragged. “Please let me come inside.”

You manage a shaky yes for an answer, his hips stuttering against yours as he spills himself deep inside of you, coating your walls with his release.

He collapses on top of you then, breathing heavily.

It takes several minutes for him to regain his composure. He lifts himself off you, cradling you in his arms afterwards and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“I will make it right, darling. Treat you the way you deserve.”

“I know you will,” you whisper, placing a kiss on his exposed chest before you drift off to sleep.

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[emeraldelixirs]

Bloodsport // prologue

bsf! m. riddle x fem!sallow!reader, stepbrother! t. nott x fem!sallow!reader

Bound by Blood, Betrayed by Fate. When you’re dragged to Malfoy Manor under orders from Voldemort himself, you learn the price of your mother’s mistakes: an Unbreakable Vow, tethering your life to the deranged Bellatrix Lestrange. Forced to navigate a web of dark magic, family debts, and impossible expectations, you must tread carefully in a house brimming with enemies—and a few familiar faces. As tensions rise and the lines between loyalty and survival blur, one question remains: will you find a way to break free, or will you lose yourself to the darkness?

content warnings: 18+ dark themes, aged up characters (by a year), mention of y/n, mentions of anxiety and isolation, death, crossover references with HP legacy, canon HP themes involving death eaters, blood status, purity, house prejudice, and underage coercion. let me know what if there’s anything missing!

Word count: 1.5k

A/n: I’ve been keeping this fic held near and dear to my chest for a while, but have been too nervous to post it and wanting it to be perfect aligning the canon, noncanon, potential AUs, etc. Also I’m just a girl with a full time job and life. 🥲 But as I keep adding on to this story, I think, at least, hope others will enjoy it as much as I’ve been while writing. Feedback, reblogs, and likes are always appreciated 🫶🏻

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The click of your heels against the cold, tiled floor echoed hauntingly through the desolate halls of Malfoy Manor, a sound that mingled with the steady pressure of Fenrir Greyback’s wand digging into the small of your back. Each step felt like an eternity, your pulse hammering in your ears as Narcissa Malfoy led you down the dimly lit corridor. Her movements were calm and composed, her shoulders drawn back with an elegance you envied in that moment. She, at least, did not have a predator breathing down her neck.

“Keep moving, girl,” Fenrir growled from behind you, his voice low and guttural, sending shivers down your spine. “Mistress doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

“That’s enough, Fenrir,” Narcissa snapped, her tone cutting through the air like a blade.

Her icy demeanor, usually so measured, betrayed her frustration. You could sense it in the stiff set of her shoulders and the clipped tone of her voice. Narcissa Malfoy hated what her home had become—a fortress for Death Eaters, a cold and dark parody of the life she once knew. But most of all, she hated that the lives of children, her son and his friends included, were being consumed by the dark tide that had overtaken their world.

When Narcissa came to a halt before the double doors of the dining room, her fingers meticulously adjusted the buttons of her blouse, her sharp gaze fixed on the brass knobs. “Leave us, Greyback,” she commanded, her voice devoid of emotion but brooking no argument.

“Mistress said—”

“Do I need to remind you,” she interrupted, turning on her heel with a venomous glare, “that your mistress is *my* sister? This is still my home, and I will not tolerate being undermined in it. Now. Leave.”

Her warning crackled like electricity in the air, but Fenrir relented with a sneer, retreating down the hall. Narcissa exhaled slowly before turning her attention to you. Her cold, pale fingers reached out to smooth your hair and adjust the sleeves of your dress, though you’d ironed them to perfection just that morning. Her dull gray eyes darted behind you, ensuring the hall was empty, before she spoke in a voice barely above a whisper.

“Listen to me, child,” she said, her hand cupping your cheek with an unexpected gentleness that contradicted the steel in her tone. “You go in there with your head held high. Shoulders back. Do not let her see your fear. She will exploit it.”

The lump in your throat grew unbearable, but you managed a trembling nod. Narcissa’s hand tightened on your chin, forcing your watery gaze to meet her own lifeless one.

“Do you understand?”

“I understand,” you murmured, the words scraping against the knot in your throat.

Her gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, and then, with a curt nod of approval, she turned to knock on the doors.

The dining room was frigid, both in temperature and atmosphere. Bellatrix Lestrange lounged at the head of the table like a queen upon her throne, her wild, matted hair framing her pale, deranged face. Alecto Carrow stood beside her, her towering, stocky figure and lifeless gaze only adding to the oppressive weight that filled the room.

Bellatrix’s lips curled into a sinister grin as her dark eyes landed on you.

“This is the girl?” she drawled, rising with an unsettling excitement.

“She will be in her sixth year, like Draco,” Narcissa said coolly, her tone devoid of the pride she’d once reserved for introductions.

Bellatrix let out a high-pitched laugh, tilting her head back as though the very idea of you amused her. “Sixth year! A mere child!”

“She turned 17 in the spring,” the younger sister noted, clearing her throat. She was aware of what Bellatrix wanted, and the idea of a child doing her sister’s bidding stirred the already restless unease in her body.

Your stomach churned as she circled around you, her wand tracing invisible lines along your jaw and down the column of your neck. Her closeness made your skin crawl, but you stood your ground, your face a mask of carefully constructed neutrality. You couldn’t afford to falter now—not in front of her.

“You look so much like your mother,” Bellatrix said, her voice dripping with mockery. “The Veela blood is strong in your family. A pity it didn’t make her smart.”

Your nails dug into your palms as you resisted the urge to react, hearing Narcissa’s earlier warning echo in your mind. Bellatrix’s gaze bored into yours, relishing in delight at your discomfort.

“She’s one of the top in her class, and heavily involved in the school’s extracurriculars.” Narcissa interjected, her voice brittle, though she stood rigid behind you. “I believe she will do well with the tasks you assign her.”

Bellatrix’s twisted smile widened, and she gestured for Alecto to step forward. The red-haired woman stalked closer, her soulless eyes narrowing as she assessed you like one might a piece of meat.

“Do you know why you’re here, Y/n Sallow?” Alecto asked.

“I’m here to finish the business my mother couldn’t,” you recited in monotone, your voice steady despite the storm of emotions raging within you.

“Good,” Alecto purred, her lips curling into a cruel smirk. “And do you know what happens if you fail?”

“I will be executed,” you replied, the words chilling you even as they left your lips.

Alecto chuckled darkly, seemingly satisfied with your response. Bellatrix clapped her hands together, her giddy laugh echoing off the cold stone walls.

“You will not bear the Dark Mark,” Bellatrix said suddenly, her voice gleeful. “No, the Dark Lord has other plans for you. You will be bound to me instead—by an Unbreakable Vow.”

The words struck you like a physical blow. Your mask faltered as you turned to Narcissa, whose own composure cracked for just a moment. This was not discussed–Dark Mark or Unbreakable Vow–you were supposed to be unscathed by any affiliations Theodore Nott Sr, your step father, told you.

“Bella, this wasn’t—”

“Dark Lord’s orders,” Bellatrix snapped, her wand digging into your chin as she forced your gaze back to her. “Take my arm, child.”

I hate you.

With trembling fingers, you obeyed, grasping her sickly pale forearm as she held it out. Alecto began the incantation, her voice cold and mechanical, each word sealing your fate.

I hate you.

The vow burned as it took hold, a searing pain lancing through your arm and up into your chest.

I hate you.

The three words chanted through your brain as the woman laughed maniacally listening to Alecto talk.

In the moment, resentment tugged through you at your mother for leaving you alone in this world to take the weight of her debts. Alecto’s words becoming muffled to a deafening screech of the thoughts that thrummed in your head. The brand of the vow making itself known, threading through the fibers of your being.

And when it was over, you staggered back, Narcissa catching you before you could fall. Bellatrix’s laughter rang in your ears as she clapped her hands again.

“I will call on you soon to prepare for your new role,” she said, dismissing you with a wave of her hand. “There are other matters to take care of.”

Narcissa dragged you from the room, her grip ironclad. The tears you had been holding back slipped down your cheeks as the weight of what had just transpired settled over you. The woman beside you offering icy coles trying to coax the tears to stop.

“Y/N?”

The sound of your name stopped you in your tracks. You turned to see Theo, Draco, Enzo, and Mattheo walking toward the dining room. Theo and Draco acknowledged you with stoic nods, while Enzo’s concerned gaze lingered. Mattheo, however, didn’t even spare you a glance.

Mattheo had always been the one to meet your gaze when things got bad. A silent promise shared between the two of you—‘I’ve got you.’ But now, there was nothing. No glance. No acknowledgment. As if the weight of your fate was too much for even him to bear.

The sight of him ignoring you sent a fresh wave of anguish crashing over you. You tore your gaze away, as Narcissa pull you further down the hall, sparing one more glance back at them. Enzo was still turned towards you as Theo tugged his arm to pull him away. You could feel your chest be torn apart as you were carried further down the halls past death eaters gathering.

There had to be a way out of this. There had to be.

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[enzosbabyangel]

“Want me to teach you?”

𐙚Summary: You’re hogwarts good girl and Mattheo sees you at a party, leading to him teaching you how to give somebody(him) a blowjob.

𐙚a/n: repost from my old account, not read over or anything so their might still be spelling errors. i’m gonna be focusing on reposting some things from my old blog for now 💞

𐙚Content warning: partying, hints at Mattheo having a crush on reader for awhile, blowjob, overall kind of vanilla, possible dubcon(Both Mattheo and reader are drunk.), Soft Mattheo, again, very vanilla!, 18+ ONLY, MDNI

You stumbled your way into the empty classroom, the other man kicking the door closed with his foot as the two of you’s tongues fought for dominance. Your heart beating unimaginably fast in your chest. You feel his soft grasp on your waist as you two pulled back for air.

A grin formed on his face as he looked at your flush face and already kiss swollen lips. “You have no idea how long i wanted this.” He said before kissing you again, not giving you a chance to respond.

Maybe it was a good thing you came to this party instead of studying tonight..,

You take a deep breath as you walked into the crowded party. Already feeling the blisters forming on your feet from the heels you were wearing, The loud music blaring, you recognized the song as ‘Talk dirty’ by Jason Derulo. You rolled your eyes at the obscene words of the song as you squeezed your way past the groups of dancing students from various houses. Exams were coming up which means you typically wouldn’t be skipping your nightly studying, however tonight was a special exception. After the upcoming exams next week, it’s graduation. These are your final two weeks that you’ll ever be spending here at hogwarts. The thought put a deep, never ending pit into your stomach. Over the years hogwarts has became your home, the thought of not eating breakfast in the great hall while talking with your friends felt like a bizarre, ‘never happening’ thought. You couldn’t imagine not hearing Draco and Harry getting into their daily arguments and scuffles during classes. And most of all, you’ve grown used to these people, especially one certain boy.

You made your way over to the drinks. The thoughts of graduating made your stomach do flips that you desperately wanted to drink away. You combined a bit of each drink, making the drink look a brownish colour. You swished it around in the cup as you stood there. Your eyes sweeping over all the students you could manage to see.

You didn’t see him, the one guy you wanted to see the most. You knew you shouldn’t be too worried about it. He never missed a party, but what if he suddenly wanted to focus on his studies instead? or maybe he saw you and he left? maybe he actually couldn’t stand you?

Before you managed to get too caught up in your thoughts you saw your friend Angelina Johnson coming over, she was wearing a low cut black dress with a deep v neck, her toned, thin body on display. The sweat that formed on her body and the lights from the party together made her skin glow with a variety of colours. You suddenly felt overdressed as you looked down at your own light baby blue silk dress that covered your thighs and stomach.

“Girl! you came, i knew you wouldn’t miss this.” She said as she stumbled over to you, drink in hand.

“Yeah. Just felt weird to stay in my dorm studying all night when i might not even see any of these people again.” You said with a chuckle as you took a sip of your drink. It sent a tingling sensation down your throat and into your body. You haven’t drank in a while, probably since last year’s Christmas party.

“I get it.” Angelina agreed as she topped up her own drink. “I’m glad you came.” She added genuinely with a smile before grabbing your wrist with a grin, “But you are NOT staying here all night.” She added, already pulling you with her, ignoring the other bodies in her way as you muttered apologies when you guys bumped into people. Accidentally knocking some peoples drinks onto the floor, causing you and Angelina to giggle as the two of you rushed further away in the direction of your friends.

You finally reached all your other friends who were further off towards the left of the room. You said hello to your friends before taking another sip of your drink, the overall atmosphere getting to you as you started to enjoy yourself more.

As time went on you started loosening up, drinking more, dancing with your friends. The loud music having a variety of different songs that matched the atmosphere. Other students slowly started leaving to the dorms or washrooms to hook up. Draco was making out with Astoria against the wall like a duo of horny dogs. And that’s where you spotted him.

Mattheo Riddle. The infamous ‘prince’ of Slytherin, son of the dark lord. a bit of a tit, or ‘manwhore’ as your friends call him. Constantly attending parties instead of studying. Constantly having new ‘girlfriends’. A complete asshole to others.

Well atleast that’s how others describe him. they weren’t exactly wrong, but you personally never had any bad experiences with him. He could be tit, yes, but he was never necessarily rude. He was kind of nice in a way. In a charming way. The perfect amount of Goofy, nice, and cold. Not Fred and George Weasley level of goofy. Not Neville Longbottom level of nice. Not Theodore Nott level of cold. The way his hair was always perfectly curled. His perfect white teeth that lit up the room when he smiled. Or maybe it’s just because you’ve had a big, fat, tv school girl type crush on him since second year.

He was leaning against the side of the fire place, Next to Astoria and Draco. He was alone though, no girl practically dry humping his leg this time. From where you stood you had the perfect view of his side profile as he lit up a cigarette, struggling slightly to get the lighter to work properly. His red solo cup resting on the top of the fireplace next to him. It was like everyone else in the room was nonexistent as you admired the man just a mere couple feet away from you. You didn’t realize your staring until you were forced out of your daze with a rough nudge to your shoulder.

“Seriously? daydreaming about the dark lords son?” Angelina joked light-heartedly as she glanced over in Mattheos direction. You blushed as you looked at her and back to Mattheo

“Uh- No… just noticed him, that’s all.” You brush off. Rubbing your arm uncomfortably with the humid temperature of the party. You couldn’t help but sneak another glance at Mattheo as you swore you saw him look at you out of the corner of your eye.

“Good. You could do so much better than the local slytherin manwhore.” Angelina joked, before standing up from her spot on the little bench, pulling you up with her. “Come on girls! let’s dance instead of sit around like a bunch of bums, last party ‘till graduation.”

And then the night went on. You danced for what felt like forever with your friends. completely forgetting about the fact you’re all going to need to grow up in a couple weeks. That some of you were moving to completely different countries soon after graduation. You all just enjoyed each other’s company, talking to some of the other students that you guys were friends with but not tight nit. Gradually different girls in your friend group dispersed, going off with random guys or their boyfriends to hook up. until eventually it was just you, Angelina, and now Fred.

Fred and Angelina were grinding against each other as you took a quick break from dancing, downing another drink. Your body was feeling lighter now. Angelina was drunk as fuck, Fred almost just as drunk. You stumbled slightly as you made your way back over to the two drunks. Angelina reached out and pulled you closer, “Dance with uss,” She slurred out. You chuckled as you entertained her idea, dancing with them.

You were enjoying yourself before you felt hands firmly plant themselves onto your hips and your back come into contact with a the taller mans upper body. Causing you to freeze slightly. You blushed as you felt them grind themselves against you in sync with your previous dancing. You never did anything like this before so you internally panicked, looking at Angelina for help. But she only grinned, giving you a reassuring nod. you knew what she was saying: ‘Just go with it!’. So you listened, hesitantly moving your hips again. You took it as a good sign to continue when the grip the stranger had on your hips tightened ever so slightly.

You attempted to copy Angelinas movements as you started to feel yourself. That was until you heard a voice, the stranger leaning down to whisper in your ear with an amused tone: “Never knew the ‘hogwarts good girl’ could dance like this.”

Your eyes widened and heart beat picked up as you registered the voice. You knew that voice. “M-Mattheo..?” You stuttered out as you looked up at him wide eyed. Face flushing. His breath smelled heavily of Alcohol and cigarettes. You could faintly smell his go to ‘Dior sauvage’ cologne that you were forced to smell every day in the morning for three years.

“The one and only sweetheart.” He flirted, turning you around so that you face him. You feel his hard-on through his pants. You couldn’t muster a word as you stared in admiration and nervousness. This is your first time being so close to him. “What? cat got your tongue?” He teased with a smirk.

You blinked at his words before shaking your head, “No- no.. just surprised.” You attempted to say more casually, though it instead came out shy and timid. You finally looked down from his face, glancing at the silver chain locket around his neck with the Slytherin snake symbol decorating it, the black t-shirt he was wearing underneath a thin black button up jacket. You flinched lightly as you felt his hands start to run up and down your waist.

He chuckled at your response before asking; “Wanna head off somewhere else?” with a smirk. You knew what he was suggesting. It felt like everything was a dream. But at the same time you didn’t want him to expect too much from you. so you blurted out;

“I never did anything like this before.”

And that leads to your current situation. In a random, empty classroom in a heated make out session with Mattheo. You clench your thighs together in excitement. Your stomach doing little cartwheels as you pulled away again for air. You chuckled nervously as Mattheo started littering kisses along your jaw and down to your neck. You grinned softly, biting your lip as you got your breath back, hand resting on his shoulder as you glanced down at his bundle of curls. You were nervous. You heard stories about what it’s like to do things with him. That he’s rough, sadistic, and so on. All the things you didn’t want for trying anything remotely sexual for the first time, but now you couldn’t care less. perhaps it was just the alcohol in your system messing with your thinking. Either way you couldn’t help the giddy feeling you had while Mattheos’ kisses trailed along your collarbone until it stopped right in the middle. He pulled back and admired your dress, finger tracing along the ruffles at the very bottom of the dress.

“Cute dress,” He mumbled, standing up properly again, making you have to arch your head up to see his face. Your face flushed more -if it was even possible- as you stumbled over your words but eventually got out a small ‘Thank you’.

He grinned as his fingers gently ran across the outline of your face. This wasn’t the Mattheo that you heard others described, and you couldn’t help but notice the softness in his eyes as he admired your appearance. You quickly pushed the thought away the possibility of him liking you, you ‘were just another one of the girls he was gonna hook up with’ you thought. Perhaps the look in his eyes was just from the alcohol in his system. Or maybe he could tell how drunk you were. You only got knocked out of your thoughts when he asked you a question:

“Have you never even given a blowjob before?” Mattheo asks, his hand falling from your face and instead resting on your hips as his other hand rested on the desk next to you.

You glanced down, embarrassed as you bit the inside of your cheek. You felt ridiculous, you were nine-teen fucking years old and you’ve never even sucked a guy off yet, the most basic of stuff. You tried telling yourself that it wasn’t that big of a deal, but you couldn’t deny the pang of embarrassment that you felt when you had sleepovers with your friends and couldn’t relate with anything they said while talking about boys. Mattheo seemed to read your body language though as he chuckled and responded despite your lack of an answer.

“No?” he asked amused, tilting your head up to look at him again. “Want me to teach you?” he asked, grin plastered on his damned, handsome face. You swallowed in anticipation and nerves while nodding.

He wasted no time in picking you up off the table and turning the both of you around, switching the two of you’s places. “Get down on your knees sweetheart,” He told you as he pushed you down gently, his hand on your shoulders. You did as you were told, pushing the skirt of your dress up slightly so that you weren’t pulling it down by your knees.

Mattheo smirked down at you as he took his jacket off, going at a teasingly slow pace as he placed it behind him. With the jacket off you could see the shirt he had underneath. The sleeves stopping just at his elbows, showing off his muscular forearms. Fuck was he hot. You weren’t sure what to do next as he leaned against the desks, hands resting behind him which held him up. He chuckled with an amused grin before saying; “You can undo the belt princess,”

You nodded, reaching up as you attempted to undo his belt. Feeling nervous to touch him, attempting to take the belt off while acting like you’re walking on eggshells. Mattheo struggled to hold back a laugh as he moved his hand to help you take the stupid belt off, slapping your hands away as he undid the belt himself. “You can pull a zipper down at least, right?” He asked with a smirk.

You smiled at his words, rolling your eyes as you mumbled out a yeah. taking the zipper into your fingers as you unzipped his black jeans. looking up at him as he simply nodded. You pulled his pants down slightly, leaving them at the middle of his thighs. You looked up nervously, and feeling slightly awkward as he watched you. Considering the fact you never did this before you were scared to progress. Holding the waistband of his boxers hesitantly. You couldn’t help but bite your lip to hold back a laugh as Mattheos own laugh resounded throughout the empty classroom. His hand gently playing with your hair as he spoke: “You don’t have to be so nervous, just pull the boxers down.” He said amused, causing yourself to let out a laugh, his attitude doing a surprisingly good job at making you feel more comfortable.

You shuffled his boxers down, his cock jumping free from its restraints and up against his clothed stomach. You gulped slightly at his size, about… 7 inches, But… how was that supposed to fit into your mouth?? “Uh… i don’t need to like… take the whole thing?” You asked for reassurance. getting more embarrassed as the absurd question escaped your lips.

You could tell Mattheo was enjoying every minute of this as you looked up at his charming smile as he let out another bark of laughter at your words. “Nah, you don’t gotta worry about that princess,” He said, easily holding eye contact as he played with a strand of hair. “I’ll train you for that another time,” He added. his words laced with arrogant confidence that he would do so. You rolled your eyes at his choice of words and tone, wanting to say something back but biting it back as Mattheo spoke again.

“It’s better if you start off with a little handjob.” Mattheo started, tone calm and patient. “Use your spit as a type of lube and it’ll feel 10 times better for any guy.” He instructed with a grin. You nodded, going to follow his instructions but you couldn’t help the awkward chuckle that escaped you, glancing up at Mattheo as you gripped him in your hand. You could feel how hard he was, his cock twitching slightly at the feeling of your colder hand wrapping firmly around the base. Mattheo too, chuckled. “What? i’m not gonna judge you,” He teased playfully. pulling your hair that out from the front of your face and onto your back.

You just awkwardly grinned before spitting the built up saliva from your mouth onto your hand, wrapping it around Mattheos cock. With an experimental flick of your wrist you spread the spread the spit around the base of his cock. You figured what you were doing was good when he let out a slight grunt and you saw his hand tighten around the desk. You gradually brought your hand up, blushing slightly as his cock twitched in your hand. You continued your movements, replicating what you’ve read from inappropriate books of girls in similar situations, spreading some of the spit around the swollen tip of his cock with your thumb. You could tell you were doing good by the way his breath hitched in his throat, his breathing picking up as his hips bucked into your touch, and the praise falling from his lips.

“Shit- you’re doing good. keep doing that but go a little faster.” Mattheo says, his grip on your hair tightening slightly. You listened, going faster as you cringed slightly at the feeling of the spit being spread around on your hand. You couldn’t help but reach your hand inbetween your thighs to help relieve some of the painful arousal, palming yourself through your soaked panties. You relished at the occasional moan or grunt that left his mouth and his laboured breathing.

Usually, at this point in the perverted books you’ve read, the girl would start to use her mouth. You weren’t sure if you should just go for it or wait. Trusting your gut you placed an experimental kitten lick along the side of his shaft, making him let out a breathy moan, his hand going to place itself gently on your hair, fingers entangling themselves with your hair.

You did the same thing along his entire shaft up to his tip. His fingers tightening around your locks of hair. “Try taking it into your mouth now,” He said, looking down at you. You bit your lip slightly as you let out a quick snort of laughter at his words, not being able to take this too seriously as the alcohol in your system was making everything ten times funnier.

“C’mon don’t be scared.” He teased, grinning at your laughter. His hand pushing your head slightly to edge you on. You just grinned slightly, glancing up at him.

His face flushed slightly as he bit his cheek, looking down at you. chest slowly going up and down. You watched as his arms flexed as you took him into your mouth, gagging as you quickly felt him go farther into your mouth than you’ve ever felt before. Stopping at just half his length before you were attempting to pull back. His hand held your head in place for a couple seconds before letting up, his hand falling back to his side. A ‘pop’ sounded in the room as you pulled back, coughing and wiping the bit of spit that seeped out from the corners of your mouth. You could feel the slight stretch of your mouth at the edge of , it was an uncomfortable feeling.

He smiled down at you recovered yourself. “Was that ok?” He asked, his tone patient. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable and that everything was going at an ok pace for you.

You smiled up at him as you nodded. “I can continue,” You said eagerly. Waiting for him to agree as you grasped him in your hand again. slowly going up and down with your hand.

He nodded down at you, “Yeah. Try using your tongue a bit more while going…. uh.. up and down, yeah?” He asked, not sure exactly how to explain it. You smiled in response, taking him into your mouth again. It was easier to do this time though you could still only take about half of him. You let your tongue slide against the bottom of his shaft along a vein as you (attempted) to bop your head. the unfamiliar movement feeling awkward to do as you placed your hand on his thighs for support.

“Yeah shit- like that.” He said, his hand again finding solace on your head again. his hips gently thrusting into your mouth. Making you gag slightly. “Use your hand on the bit you can’t fit into your mouth-“ He said through moans, his voice sounding more desperate now. You followed what he said, your hand gripping the bit of his cock that you couldn’t fit into your mouth, jerking him off.

You took his increasing moans and tightened grip on your hair as a sign that you’re doing good as you continued your movements. Gagging slightly as you struggled to breathe through your nose, eventually needing to pull away as you coughed slightly. You decided to replace the absence of your mouth with your hand as you caught your breath.

“You’re doing good for your first time,” Mattheo commented with a smirk, his face flushed. His hand moving down to wipe the spit from your face. “You sure you’re not lying to me?” He asked. Looking at you with slight, playful skepticism.

You bit your lip slightly in embarrassment as you admitted without fully thinking: “I read books… and watched a couple videos.”

Your face flushed in embarrassment at your sudden admission, taking in Mattheo’s reaction as his eyes widened slightly before quickly being replaced with amusement. “I knew you were a little too good of a student.” He teased with a smirk, hand going back to your hair as he pulled slightly, “Now c’mon. You’re supposed to be giving a blowjob. Not a handjob.”

You then continued. Attempting to get used to the full feeling in your mouth along with needing to breathe through your nose. Your jaw slowly starting to ache. Mattheo started pushing your head further down his cock, making you gag around him which seemed to only turn him on more. “Fuck… can’t wait to train your throat another time.” He said through a mix of a moan and groan. His words didn’t fully process through your lust and alcohol clouded brain. “You mind if i help you a little bit? hm?” He asked, hand twirling your hair into more of a makeshift ponytail. You just nodded as much as you could in response to his words. looking at him with lust-over, wide eyes.

He grinned as he bit his lip as you looked up at him, chuckling slightly. “Fuck yeah.., knew you’d agree.” He mumbled as he gripped your hair into a more firm grip as he started moving your head back and forth by your hair. With Mattheo controlling your movements you could focus more on trying to add to the pleasure with your tongue. swirling it around his cock as you placed small ‘kitten lick’ like flicks on the tip when he pulled you back.

You could only take it as he face-fucked you eagerly. And god was his sounds divine. His American accent making his random mumbles of curses or praise hotter, “Shit.. taking this like a champ, surprisingly.”

Or the occasional, every once in a while, quick whimpers that’d escape up his throat and out of his mouth. You just felt dizzy with excitement not only at what you’re doing- but the sudden revelation that he may like you too, or even that he chose you to hook up with of all girls. Your hands rested on his thighs as they started to flex more and more often, as well as his moans increase in pitch slightly.

Mattheo pulls you off his cock as he came. Not sure of your boundaries yet so he didn’t want to do anything too…. kinky?

You quickly started trying to fill your lungs with oxygen as you coughed softly, not as bad as the last two times though. You watched as Mattheo came, jacking himself off through it as his cum spurted out onto his shirt and hand.

You flinched as you felt something land on your face, blinking as you reached your hand up to touch at the sticky liquid on your face. Mattheo too noticed as his eyes widened slightly, quickly moving his hand to your face, wiping the cum off with his thumb. “Shit- sorry..” He said.

What you did next you weren’t sure if it was because you were genuinely curious, or too drunk to think properly. You held his wrist in place as you licked the cum off his thumb, grin plastered on your face as you took in his reaction. His cum tasted kind of salty and bitter, though not the worst thing you’ve tasted. Mattheo watched in shock combined with amusement as he grinned. “Well? how did it taste?” He asked, looking down at you as he shoved himself back into the confines of his pants. Amused at your actions. clearly he underestimated how much of a freak you really were.

You just grinned up at him as you let go of his wrist. “I’d take that over cottage cheese,” You said with a soft giggle as you were pulled up back to your feet by Mattheo. wobbling slightly as you got used to needing to stand on your feet.

Mattheo kept his hand in yours as he smiled at you, wiping the spit and small bits of his cum still on your face off. “Should i keep that in mind for our date?” He said, tone half confident and questioning. Though before you could hear anything you heard an all to familiar voice from the hallway,

“This Classroom, Now.” The voice that you both recognized as Severus Snape said, voice inching closer to the door of the room you two were in. You and Mattheo shared a glance before you both quickly went and hid behind a pile of random class stuff. Perfectly hiding the two of you when you sat.

You two glanced at each other as you both grinned before jumping slightly as the door to the class slammed open and then closed. “Sit.” Severus Snape demanded as he walked dangerously close to the two of you. “The amount of times i have caught you two doing some type of obscenity in public is As.tro.nom.i.cal.” Snape spoke, putting pointed emphasis on ‘astronomical’.

“We’re teenagers being teenagers, what else would you expect?” The voice of a student said. You and Mattheo both shared a glance as you both stifled back chuckles, recognizing the voice. Fred Weasley, which most likely meant the other student was Angelina. You could practically hear the grin on Freds face.

“Teenager or not i expect you to have some decency.” Snape spat out, strictness and annoyance in his tone. “Especially since you’re only here for two and a half more weeks.” Snape added, putting emphasis as he spoke ‘two and a half.’ You covered your mouth as you giggled quietly, scooting closer to Mattheo as he moved his arm to make room for you. You two practically cuddling against eachother as you two listened to Fred and Angelina get lectured by Professor Snape.

Mattheo glanced down at you before smiling, genuinely. Whispering down to you: “As i was saying, date tomorrow morning at Hogsmeade? Three Broomsticks?” He asked. Silently hoping in his head that you’ll say yes.

You shared his genuine smile as you nodded excitedly, “Of course.” You tried to whisper back casually, though your tone exposed the excitement coursing through you as you rested your head on his shoulder and smiled like an idiot.

“Though you should probably clean the cum off your shirt.”

⟡ ݁₊ . written by enzosbabyangel, 2025 on tumblr! © do not repost on any third party website or repost as yours. Doing so will result in me blocking you and reporting.

[s9fti3]

Mattheo had stood at the railing of the astronomy tower, gazing up at the stars. He could feel a gaze burn on him and he didn’t need to look to know who it was.

“I love looking at the stars…my mother use to take me to see them when I was little.” He says, his tone a bit sad and dull.

“They’re beautiful,” You say to him, your eyes stuck on the stars. “I bet the one that is shining the brightest is her.” You finally looked at him. His eyes seemed a bit sad but thankful for your kinds words. Your shoes clicked against the floor as you walked over to him.

“I guess so,” He nodded as he looked down to the ground. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette and put it to his lips. He lit it and took a drag before speaking up again. “What are you doing up here so late anyways?” He asked, offering you the cigarette.

You shook your head as you looked down at your fingers. “They reminded of my family. All of the different stars and signs…they were into astrology and outer space.” You admit as picked at your nails. “I don’t see them very often, they’re muggles. Only my parents know about this world, everyone else thinks I’ve been sent to a boarding school.” You retell him the story you told your friends a long time ago.

“They think I was a troubled kid and did stuff behind their back. But in reality, I’m a witch.” You shrugged, your voice sounding exhausted. You looked up from you fingers, taking in the view. You saw the whole area of Hogwarts right in front of you—it was breathtaking.

Mattheo nodded as he finished up his cigarette. He put it out on the railing before tossing it off. “Must suck,” He said to you. “Have you ever wanted to… come clean?” His voice sounded like he was actually interested, not that he was just trying to keep the conversation going to be polite.

“Many times,” You confirmed. “But I can’t, muggles can’t know about this world. Even our parents know very little. It’s horrible…living a double life from my friends and family.” He placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a small, reassuring squeeze.

“Well, you’ll probably be able to tell them some day.” He tells you, offering a very small smile.

That day would never come, many students including yourself had been the target of death at the battle of Hogwarts. Your family thought you had died in a freak accident at your boarding school while your parents had to hold back tears knowing the truth.

Masterlist

[riddlesbunny]

P✩rnstar

summary: After break, you bring a video camera back to Hogwarts from the muggle world and teach Mattheo how to use it.

pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Muggleborn!Reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: Explicit smut, recording sexual acts, oral (m receiving), p in v sex, hair pulling, creampie 18+ MDNI

note: Inspo for this was the song by nessa barrett and idk how good this is bc I’ve gone like a month without writing!! 🙈

Mattheo is just lounging in bed twirling his wand between his fingers as you enter. He’s expecting you, already dressed for bed, cozy in his pajamas. His brows furrow as he catches sight of the device in your hands.

“What in Merlin’s name is that?” he asks, straightening up.

“A video camera, I brought it from home, I forgot to show you,” you say, plopping down beside him on the bed. “It records things—moving images, but more intricate than our photos, sounds. Like a memory, but without needing a Pensieve.”

His interest piques and reaches for it, turning it over in his hands, “Muggle invention?”

You nod, “I thought it’d be fun to bring back from break. I can show you how it works.”

Mattheo smirks,  “so, I can capture you talking about how stunning I am and replay it whenever I like?”

Rolling your eyes, you flip open the screen and power it on, “something like that.”

You show him the record button, how to zoom, how to frame a shot. He watches, fascinated, as the lens captures your surroundings, the tiny screen displaying everything in real-time.

“Alright,” you say, leaning back. “Your turn.”

Mattheo lifts the camera, hesitating for only a second before pointing it at you. 

“What do I do?”

“Just… record me, all you have to do is point the camera at me.”

The red light blinks on, and suddenly, you are under his gaze in a way you’d never been before. His attention was always intense, but now it was focused through the lens, tracing your every movement.

“Say something,” he prompts, his voice softer than before.

“Hiii, Matty,” you drawl, tossing your hair seductively before Mattheo adjusts the camera towards you and you drop down to your knees, cozying up to him. You rub your face on his inner thigh and gaze into the lens through your lashes.

Your run your palms over the light bulge in front of you, feeling him grow harder.

You press your lips to his inner thigh, leaving a trail of wet kisses all the way up until you reach his cock that now strains against his pajama shorts.

Your eyes never leave the camera as you run your tongue along the length of his shaft through the thin fabric. He shifts slightly, granting you easier access as he murmurs in encouragement.

With a wicked grin, you hook your fingers under the waistband of Mattheo's pyjamas and slide them down, freeing his now rock-hard cock. It bobs heavily in front of your face, already glistening with pre-cum.

The camera whirs softly, recording every salacious moment. You look right into its unblinking eye as you lean forward and circle the head of your boyfriend’s cock.

Your tongue swirls around the tip, as you taste the saltiness of his arousal. You glance up at him then back at the camera, lips parted, so inviting.

His thick cock throbs between your lips, filling your mouth slowly as you ease yourself onto it.

A low groan rumbles in his chest as he watches you sink deeper, your cheeks hollowing as you suck him greedily. Your pace quickens, alternating between long, languid sucks and flicking your tongue across his most sensitive spots.

With a sultry smile, you pop Mattheo's cock out of your mouth and slowly start jerking him off while meeting the camera with your lust-filled eyes.

"Mmm," you purr, "doesn’t that feel good?" Your hand pumps faster now, working Mattheo's slicked-up length, while your other hand massages his swollen balls. His hips twitch in response, fighting the urge to thrust into your grip.

"Y-yes, but I need to be inside you," Mattheo moans, and you release your grasp, his cock standing tall, still glistening.

"Gotta be patient, baby," you say, waiting a few moments before you untie your own pyjama pants, kicking them off of you.  Your panties follow suit, revealing your pussy already soaked with anticipation. You crawl forward onto the bed, presenting yourself to the camera, ass high in the air.  On hands and knees, you position yourself perfectly for Mattheo, giving him– and the camera— a full view of your drenched pussy. You look over your shoulder at him, as you bite down on your lower lip. 

“God,” Mattheo moans, “you’re perfect, the prettiest pussy in all of Hogwarts, I’d wager. Be a good girl and spread your legs for me.” 

You blush furiously at his words but do as he says.

It is not long before his index finger is tracing your thick folds, sliding up and down your slit, teasing you mercilessly. Your cheeks burn red at the thought of being so exposed on camera, but the naughtiness of it all turns you on.

Mattheo maneuvers behind you, rubbing the tip of his rigid cock against your cunt. 

You can feel your heartbeat in your pussy and your toes threaten to curl as you beg, "Please Matty... don't tease me."

With one fluid movement, he slides into you, claiming you completely. He fists your hair, using it to tilt your head back farther so the camera can capture your expression as he begins to move inside you.

A deep, guttural moan escapes you as Mattheo’s thick length stretches your tightness deliciously. He pulls back, almost sliding completely out before slamming home again and you gasp, your walls clamping down around him.

His balls slap against your ass as he picks up speed, fucking you wildly, hitting the spongey spot deep within you perfectly.

You moan shamelessly, the sound echoing off the stone walls of the empty dorm room.

“That’s it, Matty. Yes, fuck me!"

Mattheo's grip tightens in your hair as his strokes become more insistent, drawing hoarse cries from deep within you. You feel every inch of him sliding in and out of you, stretching you open.

His thumb finds it’s way to your clit, circling it in time with each powerful thrust, making you squirm and buck against him, that familiar coil of pleasure winding inside you. 

Your breathing becomes ragged as Mattheo's steady rhythm quickens, your pussy pulsing around his throbbing cock. He groans appreciatively, loving the feeling of being so utterly enveloped by your tight warmth.

"Fuck, Matty," you hiss as his pace becomes increasingly relentless, your body pinned by his weight,  “so... close.."

You cry out loudly as Mattheo hits your deepest spot, sending shivers coursing through your entire being, and the heat building inside you reaches a crescendo— the tight winding coil threatening to snap.

"I’m close too, cum with me, baby," Mattheo grunts, leaning forward to plant a rough kiss on the sensitive spot where your jaw meets your neck. His breath comes hot against your ear as he whispers, 'I'm gonna fill you up, pretty girl."

The sensation is too much, hitting you like a thunderclap. Spasms wrack your body uncontrollably as you erupt into an explosive orgasm, pulsing and squeezing Mattheo's cock.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being filled up with my cum?”

Your vision blurs momentarily, stars dancing behind your closed eyelids.

The ache in your core only intensifies, that familiar tremble gripping you tight.

Mattheo's pace never falters as he feels your walls pulsating around him. He growls into your ear, "that’s my good little slut, milk my dick with that tight cunt."

Your release triggers his own as Mattheo keeps driving into you, his cock swelling further before a rush of warmth spills into you, filling you completely.

Mattheo collapses onto you, spent yet still hard inside you. His hands caress your sides, tracing lines on your heated skin as he catches his breath.

You can feel his heart pounding against your back. You let out a satisfied sigh, reveling in the warm feeling of Mattheo's cum dripping out of your pussy and trickling onto the sheets.

You roll onto your back and in an instant Mattheo is between your legs with the camera directed straight at your swollen cunt. Instinctively you try to clamp your legs shut, but he rips them open with his free hand.

“Now’s not the time to shy away from me, baby. C’mon, let’s see that pretty pussy.”

You do as Mattheo instructs, parting your legs wider, fully exposing yourself once more. His gaze is intense, taking all of you in. He moves even closer, still filming, until his face is inches away from your wet slit.

He places a quick kiss to your cunt before he quickly shuts the camera off, fumbling around and shoving it into his bedside drawer, causing you to raise an eyebrow.

“Yeaaah, I’m gonna be watching that everyday for the rest of my life.”

[nottscherry]

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.”

more dealer!mattheo.

[asterias-record-shop]

not-so-secret secret (t.n. & m.r.)

Theo has always had a crush on you, but with you being his best friend's step-sister, he never did anything… but then he realized how close Mattheo was to you. Got damn, this drabble is 2.3K words.

“You can’t date my bloody sister,” Mattheo snapped, shaking his head before throwing his head back to chug down a shot of firewhisky. “You’re fucking insane.”

Theo shook his head along with Mattheo, sighing. “Y-You know that I wouldn’t-“

“With the way you look at her, yeah you would,” Mattheo shook his head as his eyes trailed your form at the Slytherin party, a slight bite of his lip making Theo look at you too. “Angel! Come over here.”

You paused your actions of dancing with your friends, grabbing your drink to walk over to the two friends. Theo loved to watch you saunter over, your hips swaying as you stood next to Mattheo who wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you flush against his side.

“Go get me another drink, yeah?” Mattheo looked up at you as you hummed softly, giving him yours.

“I’m not going to finish it, I didn’t like it,” you explained as he took it, seemingly not bothered that your step-brother had his arm wrapped around you.

Theo didn’t have siblings, so that must have been normal, right?

“Thank you, angel,” he hummed as he took your drink, taking a sip before jerking his head at Theo. “Get Theo a drink then, yeah? He needs one.”

You hummed again, nodding as you smiled at Theo. “What do you want?”

“Whatever,” Theo wasn’t going to be picky when you were going to get him a drink. “I’ll take whatever you get for me.”

You nodded, letting your fingers twirl in his hair. “Okay.”

It was a simple reaction for him to lean into your touch making you giggle, his head following your touch before you walked away, making Mattheo laugh. “Goodness… you’re fucking whipped.”

Quickly, Theo looked over, shaking his head. “N-No, I’m not-”

“Yes the fuck you are,” Mattheo’s voice has a dangerous bite to it as he glared at Theo. “You better stay the fuck away from her.”

This was confusing to Theodore. He watched as you walked over, your green dress slipping further up your thighs as you weaved through people, but he watched as you finally stood in front of him and gave him the drink. “Here! I got you your favorite.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” Theo said as you sat on the couch between the two of them, lifting up your legs to place your thighs on Mattheo’s. Theo watched as you did so, swallowing as you looked at him before taking a sip through the tiny straw. “Mmm, it’s good.”

“Is it?” You sat up straighter, leaning towards him. “Can I try it?”

“Yeah, of course,” he offered the cup to you in his hand, watching as you took the straw and slowly took a sip. “Good?”

You hummed, smiling as you took out the straw with your teeth before licking the bottom to get the drops that began to fall. “Mmm, so good,” you hummed before giving him the straw, putting it between his teeth as he opened his mouth. “Do you mind if we share?”

“Of course not.”

Mattheo’s hand moved to your thigh, squeezing in almost a warning-like way. It did not concern you, though, not when tonight was your night to tempt him – to tease him.

“Angel,” Mattheo warned, but it didn’t seem like Theo heard as he offered his drink to you and watched as you took a large sip, never breaking eye contact. “Stop it.”

You did not listen, offering it back to Theo and purposely letting some of the liquor fall down your lips before swiping at it with your thumb and licking it off. Theo’s eyes continued to follow you, never looking away as you tilted your head slightly.

By Merlin’s name, Theo was fine.

“Are you single, Theo?”

Your question made him swallow, inhaling slightly, before nodding. “Yes.”

“I am too,” you smiled, and your words made Mattheo’s grip tighten on your thigh as you bit your lip slightly at the feeling.

“I know.”

You were about to respond before Mattheo dragged you out, Theo swallowing as you both disappeared. At first, he waited a few minutes, he waited for you both to come back, but you didn’t.

So he went out to look for you both.

At first, it took him a minute to find out where you both were, but a few harsh breaths made his stomach twist.

“No! No, I w-won’t do it again, I promise!” A voice sobbed, stuttering before gags fell from your mouth.

“Yes you will,” another harsh voice bit back, the gags getting louder as Theo turned a corner, the sight of you pressed against one of the castle pillars with Mattheo’s fingers shoved down your throat certainly a sight to see.

It took Theo a second to register the fact that Mattheo had his slacks down to his knees as he fucked into you from behind, white pearlescent liquid running down your inner thighs as he breathed heavily.

“You love being a teasing little slut… mmm, your pussy is always so open whenever I don’t fuck you because you’re such a desperate little whore,” Mattheo growled back in response, his other hand pushing forward to slap against your clit. A yelp fell from your lips as Mattheo’s hips got faster, his harsh breaths turning into loud, guttural moans as his fingers twisted your sensitive bud. “You’re such a fucking whore… desperate for your step-brother’s cock, aren’t you a whore angel? Hm?”

His fingers pushed farther down your throat as you gagged, tears streaming down your cheeks as you nodded mindlessly.

This sight shouldn’t have been a turn on, but it was. Cum covering your inner thighs as he fucked into you, globs of arousal continuing to fall down your thighs and make a messy puddle on the floor. How long had he been fucking you? How many times have you cum?

The mere thought made Theo rock hard, and he couldn’t help himself, pushing his hands down to start undoing his pants and pumping himself, groaning as he tilted back his head. It was so perverted what he was doing, but he couldn’t stop himself – besides, there was no way Mattheo would ever let him have you.

He was always so submissive with you, he couldn’t help it, but now he knew your not-so-secret secret, and now he knew what to do.

So, as soon as he finished jacking himself off – he knew exactly what to do.

The next day, he saw Mattheo – who was grinning like he knew Theo saw you both fucking last night. Like he knew Theo would follow you both out.

“Mattheo,” Theo smiled as he stood in front of his best friend, tilting his head. “You’re happy today.”

“Mmm, I had a good night,” Mattheo was sick and Theo knew it, but it was as though that sickness was slowly spreading to Theo as he leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “I’m pretty sure I just got a girl pregnant, and I think you know exactly who I’m talking about. You’re not exactly the most quiet person when you jack off.”

Theo just hummed in response, but leaned closer to Mattheo’s ear. “I know I’m not. And I’m going to be just as loud when I tell every press outlet that Voldemort’s son is a sick bastard who fucks his pretty little step-sister unless you let me fuck her too.”

Mattheo pulled away, a smirk on his face as he tilted his head. “Took you long enough.”

“Matty, what’s going on?” You were shocked when Mattheo took his fingers out of you, and instead of putting his cock in you to replace his digits, he stepped back. “Matty!”

“Hush angel,” he whispers, smiling as the door slowly begins to open. It was a normal reaction for you to try and cover yourself before Mattheo leaned down quickly, grabbing your wrists with one hand and pinning them to the mattress. “What are you doing, huh?”

“M-Mattheo, who is it-”

“Hey pretty girl,” Theo’s voice rang out, a soft moan escaping your mouth when you saw him pumping his cock.

The sight of Theo walking toward you, pumping himself as Mattheo went around your body, keeping your hands pinned down as he slowly hovered above your face. “You remember how you felt watched last night, angel? Well, there’s our audience…”

Theo’s eyes never looked away from your soaked cunt, your cum running down your beautiful, wet folds before he kneeled between your legs and held your plush thighs to his hips. “Mhm… and now it’s time to be more involved, darling…”

“W-Wait-!” You groaned as he pushed into you, your words leaving your mind as your voice disappeared as Theo started to rut his hips. Your mind went blank as you desperately tried to rut your hips into his in response, Mattheo stroking his tip all along your face with a smirk.

“You really are a whore… so desperate for any cock to fuck into you and fill your womb up with cum.”

You were about to bite back with a more harsh response, but Mattheo only took that as an entrance into your mouth, slamming his hips forward into your mouth making you choke. Your throat was still sore from last night, a whine falling from your lips before you started to gag with every thrust.

The feeling of your cunt was absolute heaven to Theo, and this gave him the chance to fully give into his more harsh code. Normally, he would have been more gentle, but he couldn’t. Mattheo’s sickness has spread to him, and now, he would never be able to go back.

“Fucking bloody hell,” Theodore moaned out, throwing his head back as he sets into a steady pace fucking into you, loud groans falling from his lips with every thrust. “She’s so fucking wet.”

“Mmm, just wait until you get her mouth,” Mattheo spoke smugly, his cock dragging and fucking down your throat roughly, as though he did not care if he would hurt you. Truthfully, he did not care if he would hurt you and you both knew that, but sometimes he felt nice. “Fuck angel, Theo knows our secret now… he can fuck you whenever he pleases and he won’t tell anyone…”

You whined loudly around his cock, hips bucking unconsciously as you tried to squeeze your thighs together, Theodore’s hands quickly going down to press your thighs to the bed. “Uh uh, my darling,” he groaned, his thrusts getting rougher as he grunted. “You’re not fucking moving away from me… merlin, you have a better cunt than I could have ever imagine, holy shit…” he drawled on in a loud moan, his hips stuttering as Mattheo cackled.

“Are you close already? You’re truly acting like a fucking virgin, come on angel, make him cum.”

You always listened to Mattheo, beginning to rock your hips into Theo’s who moaned loudly as you did so, leaning forward and fucking into you at a new position. The feeling made you moan and gag around Mattheo’s cock, the feeling of two cocks inside of you making you go insane as your stomach began to twist. It was your third orgasm, the feeling making you whine as the pit of your stomach began to feel like it was almost burning, a pulsing heat from your clit as Theo’s thumb swiped repeatedly over the sensitive bud. You gagged as you self-consciously needed to beg to cum, strangled words escaping making Mattheo groan.

“She’s about to cum. You have to listen to her beg.”

He pulled his cock out of your mouth making you cough repeatedly, but Theo’s hips only got faster, a broken wail coming from your mouth. “W-Wait! Th-Theo, it’s too much, t-too much!”

Mattheo continued to pump his cock above your face, ready to spurt cum all over you. “Beg to cum, angel, or I’ll make him pull out of you so quick you won’t even get to force yourself.”

The thought made you wail, a soft sob coming from your mouth as you eagerly nodded your head. “Pl-Please, Theo! Please, I want to cum, I want to cum!”

Theo only let out a guttural groan, barely able to speak as his thrusts got faster, hitting that spot inside of you that made your mind blur and your stomach hit that peak as your vision went black.

“Fucking cum. Cum, you stupid fucking slut,” he was finally giving into that need to be cruel, that sickness that Mattheo harnessed in the most possessive way – the need to truly use you like a fuck toy.

As Theo moaned loudly, his hips still not pausing in their rough thrusts while he came inside of you, fucking his cum deeper inside of you as you came with a loud, broken scream, Mattheo laughed as he pumped himself, spurting perfect ropes of cum all along your lips and chin, even spurting some into your mouth and on your neck.

The three of you slowly rode out your highs, Theo unable to stop the movements of his hips as Mattheo let go of your hands and let his now slightly softened cock settle on your chin with his balls in your mouth. It was his way of ordering you to continue to pump him, which you did as you suckled carefully against his ball sac.

“Fuck,” Theo whispered breathlessly, inhaling as his thrusts began to feel more composed, a whine falling from your lips. “She looks so hot.”

“I know,” Mattheo whispered, stroking your hair as you tilted your head to the side to keep eye contact with him. “She can suck you off, too. As soon as you stop hogging her cunt.”

This made Theo laugh as your eyes rolled back. Maybe it was good to have an audience, after all.

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[rotthepoet]

no cus imagine having slow and lazy sex with mattheo after a very long and exhausting day?

Like? Hello? That would be sooo crazy…..

Who ( you pretty please) could possibly write something like that…

Oh no who could possibly write such a cutsie lil drabble about it?!?!?!? If no one will step up I guess i’ll be the hero today 😁

But youre so onto something. Usually Mattheo wants to pin you down and take his frustration out on you after such a long, hard day, but hes so fucking tired. He had a bad day, first got caught smoking in the bathroom, then he walked in completely unprepared for a surprise quiz, then he had to listen to some girl confess her feelings(he sent her away crying.)

At the end of it all, he just wants to be as close to you as he can. He wants to breathe you in, burying his nose in your neck and huffing your perfume like spray paint to get high. This doesnt work of course, so he opts for completely melting into you. His hands beneath your(his) warm sweater, slipping beneath your bra to feel your skin on his.

Youre his happy place, the only person he feels true comfort with. The only place he hasn’t felt the need to constantly look over his shoulder, or feel the guilty burn of a mark on his forearm.

Its slow and sloppy. raw and unfiltered. He purs everything he has into you, your moans and gasps syncing together as he lazily thrusts his hips against yours. Heavy pants and wet slapping fills the air, mingling with your soft mewls of pleasure.

He takes his time with you, whispering how much he loves you against your skin, mumbling praises in your ear. He adores you, yknow? He’s a simple man and just wants your hands tangled in his hair while your whisper how much you love him.

And omg the aftercare. The bath he runs for you both, the soft massage afterwards, the long nap you take, intertwined with each others bodies. Its so cutsie<3

[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

[mattyriddlesbitch]

Now here me out… Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader x Theodore Nott jealous threesome, where they try to hog all the attention of the reader while visiting the Eiffel Tower (look it up)

Anonymous Flowers

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader x Theodore Nott!

Warnings: threesome, cussing, oral(male and female receiving), fingering

18+ Minors DNI!

Oh, honey, this Eiffel Tower is my absolute favorite. Doesn't it look great this time of year?

It wasn't a secret that both Mattheo and Theodore liked you. However, you didn't want to choose between them and they respected that. Mostly. They'd still shamelessly flirt with you. And try to win your affections with gifts and gestures. But they always reassured you that you didn't need to choose or make things awkward.

Things were going smoothly between all of you, no mean comments to each other, no signs of jealousy minus the occasional glare when the other touched you. 

Until you got anonymous flowers sent to your dorm and texted both of them about it to see if either of them sent it. After about 5 minutes, they both showed up at your dorm. Both knocking loudly.

You opened the door with an annoyed look at how loud they were being. “What?” You asked them loudly. They both pushed past you and into your dorm, looking at the flowers. “No, come in. Make yourselves at home.” You said sarcastically as you closed the door.

You could hear them arguing as you moved to sit back on your bed.

“I didn't send these.” Mattheo said.

“Stop fucking lying.” Theodore said back to him.

“I'm not lying! Why the fuck wouldn't I want her to know I sent them?” Mattheo was getting angry.

“I don't know! I don't know your fucking logic!” Theodore was getting just as angry.

“Guys!” You said loudly to get their attention and they both turned their heads to you. “Neither of you would send something anonymously like that, we figured that out so far, geniuses. That means someone else sent it.”

“Who in the hell would send flowers to my girl?” Mattheo said as he picked up the flowers and inspected them.

“Your girl? You know damn well she's not just yours.” Theo said, taking the flowers from him and inspecting them himself.

“Can you guys stop arguing? I'm not either of yours’ girl.” You say, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh, you hear that, Theo?” Mattheo said as he looked over at you.

“She doesn't realize she's ours.” Theodore said as he looked at you too.

“Maybe it's time to show her who she belongs to.”

“I think she could use the reminder since she's getting flowers from some other dickhead.” Theodore said as he put the flowers down and they both walked over to where you were on the bed.

“What?” You asked as you kept looking between both of them.

“You're letting other guys give you attention, darling.” Mattheo said as he grabbed your chin and leaned in close to you.

“That's our job, principessa.” Theodore added, running a hand through your hair.

“It seems you need to learn that, though.” Mattheo trailed his hand to your cheek.

“Are you giving other guys attention? Trying to give other guys what's ours?” Theodore asked, moving his hand to the side of your neck.

Their touches were almost dizzying. “No.”

Theodore tsked. “I think she's lying.”

“It's fine. She won't be for long.” Mattheo gripped the back of your hair tightly and pulled your head back, kissing you suddenly. You gripped at his shirt in surprise.

“You can't just do that, Matt.” Theodore said, pushing Mattheo back from you.

“Oh, but she tastes so good.” Mattheo smiled wickedly at the other boy.

Theodore was close to saying something when you reached up and pulled him down by his shirt to kiss you. He groaned at your bold move as Mattheo moved to sit behind you on the bed, kissing at your neck. As much as both boys hated sharing you, they hated everyone else more than each other. They both worked together in getting you naked, Mattheo working on your blouse and Theodore made quick work of your skirt and panties.

He kneeled between your legs in front of the bed and started kissing and nipping at your inner thighs. Mattheo managed to get your blouse off and quickly got your bra off too, using his hands to tease your nipples. The boys each had a pretty good view of what the other was doing and it only seemed to spur them on more.

Theodore finally licked at your sweet cunt, groaning as you moaned above him, his eyes fighting to watch your face and Mattheo's hands on your boobs.

Mattheo was kissing and biting at your neck as he pinched and pulled at your nipples. He, too, was flicking his eyes between your breasts and Theo lapping at your pussy.

You were so busy feeling everything, you didn't really notice the tension between the two men at the moment. You were moaning and whimpering, one hand in Theodore's hair and the other on one of Mattheo's arms.

“Does that feel good, princess?” Mattheo asked behind you. “Am I making you feel good?”

“I'm making her feel better. And you taste fucking amazing, cara mia.” Theodore said, pushing two fingers inside you.

“Oh, god, you both are so good.” You moan, leaning your head back onto Mattheo's shoulder.

Mattheo groaned and you felt it against your back. “Let me fucking taste her.”

“Not until I got her cumming on my face.” Theodore said with a smug smirk.

“You think I'm letting you make her cum first?” Mattheo said and moved to pull you further onto the bed, completely away from Theodore. He laid you back on the pillows as he settled between your legs, attaching his mouth to your clit.

Theodore was seething, but climbed up next to you guys. He pushed Mattheo over slightly so he could slide his fingers back into you.

Your eyes rolled back as you now had Mattheo's mouth abusing your poor clit and Theodore's long fingers pumping in and out of you. “Holy fuck, shit.” You moaned, one hand flying to Mattheo's hair and the other to the sheets beside you, which Theodore saw and held your hand. He moved to kiss you for a moment before kissing and biting at your chest, his fingers never faulting. Mattheo groaned and reached a hand up to play with one of your nipples as he looked up at you between your thighs. You let out an involuntary moan at the sight and feel, already overwhelmed from his mouth and Theodore's fingers.

It was all too much and they had you cumming with a loud cry, trembling as your legs were trying to close on Mattheo's head. Mattheo relented once he noticed you relaxed a little and leaned up to kiss you again. Theodore removed his fingers too and rubbed your thighs soothingly. 

“You did so good for me, cara mia.” Theodore said.

Mattheo pulled back and glared at Theodore. “For you?” He scoffed "No, princess, you did perfect for me.” Mattheo said as he looked back at you.

“Let me feel your pussy wrapped around me.” Theodore said and brought his free hand to your cheek.

“That's not fair.” Mattheo snapped at Theo.

You touched his arm and said, “I have an idea.” They both looked at you now, ready to hear it. “One on each side. One of you gets my mouth, one gets my pussy. Then maybe switch if you want.” You say, cheeks burning at the suggestion.

The boys looked at each other for a moment.

“I want her pussy.” Theodore said.

“I'll get that pretty little mouth then.” Mattheo said as he looked at you with a smile. He helped you up onto all fours suddenly.

The boys wasted no time stripping, eager to get their hands back on you.

Theodore came up behind you, pressing soft kisses to your back before lining up at your entrance. As pushed into you and you both moaned. “ God, you feel heavenly, principessa.”

Mattheo was in front of you within seconds of that. He brushed your cheek softly for a second. “Open up, baby.” He said, interrupting the soft moment with his cock tapping your lips. You opened your mouth and he pushed in, timing his thrusts with Theodore.

“You talk like a dick.” Theodore said from behind you.

“Did that bother you, love?” Mattheo asked as he looked down at you. You moaned around his cock and he smiled, letting out a soft moan himself. “She said it’s fine.”

“She’s probably too fucked out on my dick to even pay attention to you.” Theodore said. “Isn’t that right, amore mio?” He asked you, giving you a light spank and you moaned loudly in reply around Mattheo’s dick.

“You keep moaning like that and I’m gonna cum down your throat, princess.” Mattheo said to you.

“So quick?” Theodore teased.

You really weren’t paying much attention to the conversation with the way Theodore was thrusting inside you and Mattheo was hitting the back of your throat.

“You would too if you felt her mouth.” Mattheo said, groaning when you gagged around him.

“My cock’s a bit busy stretching out her pussy right now.” Theodore said.

Your orgasm was building this whole time and the way Theodore suddenly angled his hips had his dick hitting that sweet spot in you, making you cum within seconds, trembling and moaning around Mattheo’s cock.

“That’s fucking it, principessa. Make a mess of my cock.” Theodore said as he helped ride out your high.

“Christ.” Mattheo muttered as he slowed his thrust to not overwhelm you.

“I got what I wanted, let me feel her mouth.” Theodore said, pulling out of you and helping you get your mouth off of Mattheo before flipping you over onto your back, moving you so your head was at the edge of the bed.

“You can’t fucking take her like that.” Mattheo said, but made no complaints about the new position.

“Please.” You whined from the loss of contact from either of them.

“I got you, amore mio.” Theodore said as he pushed into your mouth, the angle letting him hit a little deeper in your throat as you gagged and teared up.

“Don’t worry, princess.” Mattheo reassured as he settled between your legs and pushed in your puffy, sensitive cunt.

You were already so sensitive from your last orgasm and the boys were so close already as well from the last position. Both boys toyed with your breasts, praising you for taking their cocks so well. You came first, it only took seconds once Mattheo started playing with your clit.

“Fuck, angel. You feel fucking perfect.” Mattheo said with some strain right before he came inside you.

Theodore didn’t last much longer as you moaned and cried around his dick. “You’re so good for me, cara mia. So fucking good.” He said as he came down your throat.

The boys pulled out of you and both argued with each other as they fussed over cleaning you up.

Whatever problems this may cause was definitely not a concern in your head at the moment as you watched your two boys cleaning you up together.

[blue-sadie]

Brother's Toy

Imagine:

Being known as the riddle brothers plaything that everyone needs to leave you alone and not look at you for too long because one or both of the brothers were always with you but one of the griffendores was ballsy enough to smack your ass as you walked down the hall, not surprising at all mattheo beat him to a pulp as Tom brought you back to their dorm.

"Fuck we're gonna have to smack that ass baby intil our hand prints have covered that sick fucks one and we're gonna fuck you intill you forget about that whole thing because your ours and no one will ever touch you like that again we'll make sure of it"

[writingsbychlo]

LAST NIGHT | mattheo riddle

summary; on again, off again, you and mattheo have always gone round and round in circles, but this is the last time.

word count; 3962

notes; based on this song! my first ever mattheo fic, or even slytherin boy fic, so hope you enjoy, sorry if it sucks lmao <3

“I’m done, Mattheo!” Your voice bounced off the walls, giving the half-arsed silencing spell you’d cast two hours ago a run for its money. “I’m fed up of this. I’m fed up of your attitude, and your bullshit, and the way you just don’t seem to care about anything!”

“Oh, you’re done?” He mocks, bringing the cigarette back to his lips as he sits on the windowsill, rolling his eyes and blowing smoke out into the night air. 

“Yes, I’m done.”

“Bullshit. You say that every other week. What is this, our fourth breakup this year? Fifth?” Stubbing out what was left on the stone wall, he flicked the butt out into the darkness, finally swinging his legs back to the floor and turning to face you. “You had no problem with my carefree attitude and my bullshit and my laidback nature when we started dating. Why are you throwing a hissy fit now, what’s this really about, huh?”

Your jaw clenched, clenched so hard it hurt. He smirked at that, wider when your fists balled by your sides, and he took an arrogant swig of the firewhiskey the two of you had been splitting. The very drink that had given you the courage to do this in the first place. 

“Nothing to say, then? That’s what I thought.”

“Mattheo—”

“Storm your pretty arse out the door, love. Slam it, like you always do. You’ll come back in the middle of the night, like you always do, and I’ll be here waiting for you.” A lump caught in your throat, and the fiery anger in your body settled into a cool rage. 

“It’s different this time, Mattheo. When we started dating in the fifth year, nothing but having a date to Yule Ball mattered, but we’re two months from graduation, and you— you’re hopeless. We’re hopeless.” His brows pinched, a snarl taking over his features at your harsh words and the small seed of victory was squashed by the tension building in the air. “You won’t tell me anything about our future, about your own and if I even have a place in it. You won’t make plans, you’re barely even passing your classes and you don’t care. It’s been years, Matt, and you still treat me like I’m just some fun.”

“Exclusive fun. At least I’m not sleeping with anyone else.” He smirked again around the words, throat bobbing as he swigged at the whiskey, a golden drop leaking down his chin and your hands itched to wipe it away. “You knew who I was when we met.”

“Yes, I did.” Your voice cracked, and just like that, a gaping cavern seemed to split through all those emotions, leaving a feeling of hollow, cold numbness to fill your chest in its place. So wide it was dark, echoes of feelings bouncing on stone walls, and you rubbed over your chest. “But I wish you were someone I never met.”

Silence filled the space between you both, airtight like the oxygen was starting to thin. “You wish I was someone you never met?”

“Yes.” Your voice shook even as you said it, the glass bottle clinked on the stone ledge as he set the bottle down. His shoes scuffed on the floor, as he made his way over to you, long strides that you matched backwards, until your back was pressed to the door. “Mattheo.”

His hands slammed onto the wood on either side of you, crowding you until your noses were brushing, the warmth of his body seeping into you. His voice was like a growl, skittering along your body like a reverberation as he spoke, “You wish you never met me?”

“I didn’t—”

“No. You didn’t.” He cut you off, your shoulders slumping in defeat as that red in his gaze took over. There was no sentience now, nothing to be said, not as your hand slipped across the wood towards the doorknob behind you. The time for talking was over, there was nothing left to be said now.

He was right. 

He knew you far too well. Just like every other time, you wanted to storm out, slamming the door and cursing his name, promising you’d never go back. Just like every other time, you’d end up coming back to him, over and over again, a vicious circle where you crawl back into his bed, and he whispers sweet things in your ear that never come true, and you go on like it never happened. 

Over and over and over. 

You released the doorknob, his eyes searching your own, and instead, you gripped his jaw. He startled, even more when you yanked his mouth down to yours, hands sliding around until you were pulling yourself up to his height. He groaned, a deep sound as his mouth opened against your own, wet and needy with desperate kisses. 

His body collapsed against yours, pinning you to the door, only interrupted by his own arms sliding around your waist, bodies flush and racing hearts pounding together through your chests.

“See, isn’t this so much better?” He muttered, nipping at your lower lip as your head tipped back to rest on the wood, his mouth beginning to make tracks along your jaw instead. “When you just shut up and stop overthinking, and let things go how they work, huh?”

That same hot mouth continued its path, your breath shallowing as he kissed down and down, wet tongue licking across your collarbones and the swell of your tits. Rough hands pushed up at your shirt, bunching the fabric up as your shaky hands attempted to undo the buttons, falling into every touch and lie that came from his mouth. 

Just like always, you fell into his trap, like a bee to honey, he knew every weakness. Dropping to his knees before you, pretty brown eyes all but sparkled as he smirked up, glittering with victory. His tongue laved over the soft skin below your belly button, tracing the edge of your skirt, fingers toying with the hem line when your own laced into the soft brown curls, pushing them back. 

“Matty…”

“That’s right, baby.” Another wet kiss to your stomach, one sensual enough to leave your back arching against the wood, pushing closer to him as his hands dipped under the skirt to find the sides of your panties. Peeling them slowly down your legs, he propped his chin on the soft pudge of your stomach, peering up. “The only thing that mouth should be screaming at me is prayers to God and begs of my name.”

Your scoff was lost to a moan as he slapped the tender back of one thigh, skin stinging, the welts that would be left by the cold rings decorating his fingers only made you tremble with further excitement, further need. Need for him, desperation for the man who knew you so well, like the back of his hand. Every touch, every tell, every weakness exploited was by design and knowledge. 

“You want my mouth, baby? Say it. Tell me what you want.” A nip to the inside of one thigh, delicate skin abused by teeth and lips, a bruise there he would leave so proudly. 

“I want your mouth.”

“Yeah, I bet you do. Tell me, who would make you come like I can if you left me, huh?” 

A retort sat on the tip of your tongue, stinging words with a bitter bite, ready to chew his head off once more for his arrogance, but it all died away as your head thumped back on the door. His tongue swept through your folds, head hidden under the pleats of your skirt as he lapped from your entrance to your clit, hot breath fanning across your sensitive skin as he moaned. 

He wasn’t gentle, nor was he patient, not as he set to work on something he enjoyed just as much as you did. His tongue worked you over, your thighs trembling on either side of his head as he licked and swirled, fingers sliding up the sides of your legs. You didn’t want to speak, to give him the satisfaction of rewarding him for his effort, teeth sinking into your lower lip in a desperate attempt to keep quiet.

He took it as the challenge it was, growling against your core, the vibrations shaking along your spine and lighting you up like fireworks in the crisp night air, sparking you to life like a fuse. He doubled down on his efforts, wet and messy, pulling on every trick he knew you loved, tongue sinking into your hole just to pull back as you clenched, teasing and taunting until you were dizzy. 

Sucking on your clit until your knees shook, almost threatening to give way, he sank one finger into your dripping cunt, and your pledge for silence gave way, a loud cry slipping from you and bouncing around the room. He nipped at your sensitive clit to celebrate his own victory, a squeaky sound escaping at the sensation, and your nails scratched into the wood of the door, doubtless leaving claw-marks he’d never let you live down. 

That one finger became two, scissoring and curling until you could no longer take it, exploding around his digits with frantic rolls of your hips into his hand. He let you ride it out, never letting up, never stopping his assault, your body spasming under his hold until he was pulling back, other hand pinning your hips to the door. 

Your legs finally gave way, only held up by the support of his body as he kept you locked where you were, slamming those fingers in and out of you until you were begging. Begging for another release, begging for reprieve, begging for anything at all, as he barrelled you towards another orgasm. 

When this one struck it was with a scream, with a burning heat so intense you thought your clothes might turn to ash on your very skin, melt away into nothing the same way every thought in your head had managed to do. 

He finally pulled back, slick and shining fingers going straight to his mouth as his body supported your own, one hand slipping to your hip and holding you tight, steadying you against the door until your shaking breaths evened out. 

The taste of yourself was still on his tongue as his mouth crashed into your own, your shaking hands nothing like his steady ones as the two of you tore at one another’s clothing, stumbling together in a tangle of limbs and kisses towards the bed. Stripping on another of clothes in rough movements and angry tugs and rips, until you were bare, his hot cock pressing to your stomach, smearing precum over your skin and letting you know just how much he wanted you. 

He may have you fucked stupid, wrapped around his little finger, but at least you knew you had him in that same helpless grip. 

Reaching between your bodies and taking his hard cock in hand, he let out a stuttered moan at the first pump, the drag of his flesh in your hand, precum spilling out over your fingers in a sticky trail. His need tasted like sin on your lips, your name a mumbled praise that sounded like a curse as you pumped him slowly, his hands flexing so tightly on your hips they’d no doubt leave tainted marks. 

“Fucking hell, baby. Gonna’ fuck you so good, gonna’ fuck you ‘til you remember some sense, ‘til you’re screaming the way only I can make you.” With one rough shove, you were spilling out across his mattress, gripping the sheets with your fingertips as he crawled up and over you. 

A quick movement and you were flipped, finding yourself face down into the bedsheets, his weight pressing into you at every angle from above, and then—

Then the stretch, the slow drag as he sank into you, joint moans as he gave you no time to adjust. The burning rage in his veins drove him into you until your hips sat snugly together, his throbbing cock stretching out every wall within you to that delicious brink between pleasure and pain. 

“Fuck, Mattheo…”

“Don’t say my name again tonight unless you’re fucking screaming it.” He pulled back, snapping his hips into your own with such brutality that the sound echoed around the room, your fingers screwed into the sheets practically turning white-knuckled with how your body tensed and shuddered. He did it again and again, slamming into you with a force that knocked the breath from your lungs every time. “I’m still so goddamn mad at you, but you’re just too hot when you yell at me.”

“Fuck you.” Your words didn’t have nearly as much vitriol as you wanted, not when they were muttered out into the sheets as your face pressed into them, drool on your lips from every slam of his cock into you. He caught them though, fingers lacing into your hair and yanking your head up, the pace never slowing, even as his body covered your own, lips brushing the shell of your ear. 

“I already am, sweetheart. You just can’t help yourself, giving yourself over to me even when you’re mad. My pretty little slut.”

A particularly sharp thrust, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as every other feeling seemed to melt away until only the pound of his hips into your own was left. You could feel him everywhere, outside and inside, as he filled your every thought and every cell. It had always been like this, utterly intoxicating with him since that very first kiss, the moment those captivating eyes had locked on your own and you’d been tangled in the web that was Mattheo Riddle. 

The first scream slipped free from your lips as his hand came down across your arse with a slap, a condescending chuckle followed it and he rewarded you with an extra hard squeeze. Driving into you with renewed force, he left a matching handprint on the other side, and you cried out his name with cracked voice. “That’s right, fucking take what I give you.”

“Mattheo!”

His name was like a chant now, unstoppable as pleasure swelled and built inside of you, brain going foggy and his name the only thing that was clear, His touch was grounding but his kisses were like a drug, trailed along your shoulder and spine as he smothered you into the mattress, tears building in your eyes with the delicious overwhelm of it all. 

Trembling, shaking, your body was hardly your own as you squirmed beneath him, pushed down into the bed as tears wet the sheets from your eyes, used like a whore and loving every second of it. 

Another peak was building, the tangling in your stomach a telltale sign as your body tensed under his touch, like an instrument he knew just how to play as his fingers skated along your body, tweaking nipples and travelling down to your clit, harsh circles rubbed into the swollen bud.

With only a couple of unsteady circles, you exploded, screaming his name just as he promised you would heat flaring through you, sweat slick between your bodies. 

His lips left sloppy kisses along your neck as he never let up, only stopping enough to pull back, and leave you for just a second as a trembling mess on the sheets. Long enough to flip you over, to push your knees up until they were almost to your chest, hooked over his shoulders as he sank back into your wetness. 

Your hands were shaking, coming up to grip at his biceps, half-lidded gaze locked on that fiery stare of his own, even when his forehead came down to press to your own. Your nails tore welts into his arm, a pleasured hiss on his lips and his hips stuttered, lips tugging up at the edges in a pain-fuelled smirk of sheer bliss.

“God, look at you. My perfect girl, and this perfect pussy grippin’ me so good. I fucking love you, and you love me.” You could only muster a whine in reply, arching your back until your nipples brushed his chest, the added stimulation making your eyes roll back in your head, shuddering right down to every last nerve you had. 

“Mattheo…” Your voice was raw, unable to scream anymore, and a sick gratification flashed over his features, open mouth brushing yours, letting you swallow every moan he let out. 

His hips rolled, the fluttering and spasming of your inner walls sending him toppling over the edge, and with one last rough stutter of his hips into you he stilled. Bracketed between your thighs his weight collapsed atop you, heat flooding your core as he spilled into you, pump after pump, the aftershocks of your orgasm reigniting a little at the feeling, drawing out until you tingled right down to your fingertips. 

If you’d had any strength at all, any ability to even move, you’d shove him off of you, roll away from him out of his grip. Instead, he lay against you, panting, tracing his fingertips softly up and down your ribs in that way he knew you loved, until he’d gained enough of his own strength to push himself up. 

A whimper slipped free from your lips as he pulled out, wetness leaking from you immediately in his absence, goosebumps covering your skin as his body peeled away from your own. Kneeling back between your aching thighs, Mattheo’s lips twisted in a cruel smirk as he eyed the mess he’d left between your thighs, only growling at the embarrassed flush that covered your body as you attempted to snap your legs shut. 

That burning look of anger and passion still flared somewhat in his eyes, no longer a blazing inferno but lingering enough like smouldering ashes, and he barely bothered to reach over the side of the bed and snatch up his abandoned shirt, tossing it onto your chest for you to clean yourself up. He collapsed down onto the bed beside you, a satisfied sigh escaping him as he propped one bent arm behind his head, rolling onto his side and watching you mop between your thighs with amusement, snickering at the sensitive gasps that occasionally slipped free. 

When you were done, his arm snaked over your waist, tugging you closer to face him as you tossed the ruined shirt down onto the floor somewhere to be cared for later. Sometimes he’d light up a cigarette at this moment, in others, he’d pull the hidden bottle of firewhiskey from under his mattress and take a mouthful. Today was one of the rare occasions when he did neither, settling into your side with a smile on his face, eyes slipping closed and he nuzzled half of his face into the pillow on your side.

Your eyes remained open, though. Studying him. It was no wonder you had caved so many times, no wonder it had been so easy every other time to fall into his arms, to believe all his embellished promises and pretty words. So easy to stay, when he looked like an angel, innocent and sweet and kind, with half a smile on his face and an adorably possessive arm over your waist as you cuddled into him. It was just like every other time you’d caved to him. 

But not this time. 

No, for once, you’d be strong. You’d endure the pain of leaving him, endure the suffering of being without him if it meant being happy, being healthy, being the kind of woman a daughter could look up to one day. You would never let your own child, your friends or family endure this kind of toxicity, so why did you continue to allow it for yourself?

No more handsome smiles and golden eyes drawing you back in. 

It was as you were making this decision, taking a bracing, deep breath, that his eyes cracked back open, focusing on where you lay mere centimetres from him. Staring at you from a shared spot on the same pillow, he gave a hint of a smile in the dim lighting of the room, eyes sparkling, like things might really be different this time. 

You’d fallen for it one too many times. 

His lips puckered slightly, expectant for a kiss, and your own lips pressed together, resisting the urge to find his. Instead, you rolled over, throat stinging and eyes burning as you faced away from him, sliding out of the bed. The stone was cold under your feet as they hit the floor, every step from the comforting warmth of the sheets was like stepping into the Arctic. 

“Why are you not in bed right now?” Mattheo groaned, and you heard the sheets rustle as you gathered your clothes. He rolled in the bed, clutching a pillow to his chest instead, an amused look on his face. “You don’t need clothes, I’ll keep you plenty warm.”

Tugging on your shirt, you only bothered with two buttons, his brows rising and smile beginning to dim, as you tugged on your skirt and yanked up the zip. Socks didn’t matter, nor did your tie, shoving them into the pockets of your robe, and he propped himself up among the pillows. 

“What are you doing?”

“Leaving.”

“This again?” He said, still not taking you seriously. His messy hair, swollen lips, those pretty brown eyes, it was all so hard to resist. The frown on his face, the disbelief in your conviction, less so. “Stop being ridiculous and come back here. You’ve made your point, I’m sorry. I’ll do better. Whatever.”

“No, Mattheo. That’s just it.” Finding your shoes and scooping them up, your toes flexed on the cold floor, a protest at the cold, but you’d make it back to your room before they got frostbite. “You won’t change. You never change. I’m not doing this again.”

“We’ve been over this.”

“Yes, and you were right.” His eyes narrowed, confusion flashing over his face at your concession. “I always leave, and right about this time, I always come back, and crawl into your bed, and I’m not doing this again. This time it’s different. This time it’s over, Mattheo.”

“It can’t be over.”

“But it is. This is the best decision for us both, really.”

“I think I should have been part of a decision that's in my interests, then!” He burst, scrambling across the sheets and standing himself, beginning to tug on his own clothes. “We’re not over. We can’t be, you don’t mean that.”

“Mattheo, stop.” He did, pants sitting low on his hips, unbuttoned as his hands fell slack to his sides instead. “Just, give it some thought. You’ll see, I’m right.”

“You’re not right.”

“Sleep on it.” You couldn't do it anymore, any longer and you’d give in like always, fall into his arms and let him temporarily kiss it better. 

“I’m still gonna’ wake up wanting you and me.”

You sighed, hand closing around the door handle again. This time, you had the strength to open it. For once, you truly felt like he was listening to you, like the threat of leaving was at last finding its home within him. He was hearing it. 

“Don’t leave.” He whispered as you stepped into the hall, the silencing spell crumbling around you as you left the bubble, and the sounds of the world came crashing back in. The howl of the wind outside, the shuffle of midnight wanderers in the common room, and owls hooting to the moon, all fill the empty space. “Don’t leave me. I love you.”

“Become something worth staying for, and I’ll keep loving you too.”

[enzosbabyangel]

ᥫ᭡ Day 5 . . . camping sex with Mattheo

cw: 18+!, mdni, porn without plot, public-ish sex, whore name calling, slapping, degradation, lowk mean Mattheo

a/n: i didn’t realize this didn’t post i’m so sorry 💔

You laid bare on the cool air mattress. Chugs of water in one spot of the tent while bags and pretty much junk filled the other empty space. The cool air of the tent a stark contrast to the overwhelming heat of your body as your boyfriend thrusted into you with nothing but need.

“Oh my god-“ You moan out, neck straining to look down at where the two of you connected. Using your hands to play with your tits for added pleasure.

Mattheo laughed down at you as he watched where his cock disappeared into your warm pussy. Only his right hand resting on the air mattress to steady himself while he rams himself into you while his other hand roamed your body.

“Such a whore, moaning so loud when Theo ‘n Pansy are sleeping in the tent next to us.” He taunts, his tone dripping with faux concern while his hand found way to grab the flesh of your hips. Angling you closer to him so that he could get deeper into your plush ‘n velvety cunt that hugged his cock so fuckin’ well.

The change in position had your mouth falling open in a silent moan, pussy tightening around him as you sucked in a breath. You could feel Mattheo’s hand roaming back up your body, his touch managing to make your skin feel even hotter.

Then, a sudden slap made way onto your cheek. Before you could process anything other than the stinging pain that spread on your cheek. You let out a broken moan as Mattheo’s thumb hooked into your mouth and pulled your mouth open. Pad of his thumb digging into the flesh of your cheek.

“You like that? getting slapped like a fuckin’ useless bitch?” He degrades, smirk widening on his face when he feels your pussy shamelessly clench around his cock. Another broken moan spilling from your lips while you brought one of your hands down to rub circles on your clit. A breathy chuckle escaped Mattheo as he bit his lip, eye’s watching the show you put on for him. “Yeah of course you fucking do. Bet you’d love for Pansy ‘n Theo to hear you moaning and getting railed like a shameless bitch in heat.”

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[riddlesbunny]

⋆₊˚⊹♡ 18+, MDNI

Mattheo’s hands are rough and desperate as they pin you against the sturdy wall of books. With his right hand holding you in place, his left makes it way to snake between your thighs.

“Matty, we can’t,” you mumble between kisses, though you make no move to push him away as he kneads at the meaty flesh of your thigh, “not here, in the library…”

“Shh,” Mattheo whispers, “there’s hardly anyone here, baby… just gotta keep quiet for me, okay?”

His large hands slide under your shirt, fingers tracing your skin before he reaches your soft, round breasts, squeezing at the ample flesh.

He carefully runs his thumbs over your nipples, his mouth meeting yours again in another heated kiss. Your back arches against his touch, your body melting into his as you moan softly.

“Mmm, Daddy…”

Your eyes go wide as you realize what you’ve just said, pushing him away from you and slapping your hand over your mouth. Mattheo freezes for a moment. That little slip up, that innocent, wide-eyed look… It awakens something dangerous in him.

His hands find your waist, gripping harshly, pulling you to the nearest side table. You almost have the wind knocked out of you as he pushes you down onto the cold surface.

Roughly parting your legs, he rips your stockings down, your panties following suit, exposing your wet cunt to the cool air.

“Come on, baby,” he encourages, taking no time to run two fingers through your thick folds.

“Open up for for daddy, babydoll. Let him see what belongs to him.”