#subby!mattheo riddle

[suugarbabe]

ohhhhh my sweet darling boy you’ve done it again 😩 let’s recap my favorite bits shall we?

A string of gasped oh—fucks fall out of his parted lips as his abdominal muscles twitch with every lick to his just as twitchy cock

sinful. absolutely full of sin in a fucking whore for those twitchy little tummy muscles

Mattheo pants softly

just how I like him

Mattheo is panting and moaning like he’s seeing god, thighs twitching and squeezing your head between them

please mattheo I beg of you crush my head like a fucking melon let me live between those sweet thighs

You drag your mouth off of him as the first tear rolls down his pretty cheek. Catching it with your thumb, you carefully lick it away

sab loves a pretty boy who cries

If You Need My Love

sub!Mattheo Riddle x gn!reader; smut

summary: something about the way Mattheo’s dark chocolaty curls looked against the pillows and his body sweaty from quidditch practice made you want to suck the soul out of him. through his cock, obviously.

a/n: back by unpopular demand: me, with more matty blowjobs (& overstimulation) bc i just can’t help myself. + matty won the poll, so you degenerates must want it too 🫶 super short, oops. 18+ below the cut

Mattheo knocking at your door at odd hours of the night was something to be expected when you’d agreed to start dating him. Guaranteed, if he didn’t come to your dorm with you at the end of the day, he’d wind up there by the early hours of the morning.

That’s how you ended up with him sprawled across your bedsheets, his cock in your mouth and his fingers gripping the fabric beneath him. You’d lost track of how long you’d spent in this position, but really, you’d probably stay like that forever just to see the absolute wreck Mattheo’s become under your touch.

A string of gasped oh—fucks fall out of his parted lips as his abdominal muscles twitch with every lick to his just as twitchy cock. Your tongue runs along the vein on the underside of his shaft again as he whines, “I can’t—babe, please, too much—”

“Oh baby boy,” you purr, “it’s only been a couple, I think you can take just a few more. Have you been a good boy and kept count for me?”

His head tips back against the pillow, another sharp whine leaving him as you gently suck on the head of his cock, tongue massaging where the tip meets the shaft. “I—yeah…I think ah! four.” His hands scramble to grip the sheets like a lifeline as you take him fully in your mouth once again. It doesn’t take long to pull another one out of him, his entire body shuddering almost violently as near pathetic moans echo in the room. Nothing comes out of his spent cock, just needy little jerks in your mouth. “Okay! I did it, I did it, too much—”

You pull off with a pop and he immediately tries squirming away from more. “Sweet boy, I thought this is what you wanted?” You don’t let him get far, one hand holding his hip down and the other coming up to move his sweaty curls away from his face.

Mattheo pants softly, trying and failing to regain control of his breathing. It was a rare and downright sinful sight, him splayed out on the bed and at your mercy. His abdomen spasms once more, hips involuntarily bucking up for more contact.

You lean down like you’re about to take him back into your mouth until the last second, you redirect and bite the tender flesh of his inner thigh. “I asked a question Matty, c’mon, gimme an answer.” He gasps and attempts to jerk his leg away from the light sting of your teeth.

“I did—yeah, wanted your mouth—”

“Then what’s the problem?”

You don’t give him a chance to respond, tongue tracing a line from his balls up to his tip. He lets out a strangled, overstimulated moan while his cock jumps slightly against you. You press a delicate kiss to his shaft before enveloping his cock in your warmth again and you swear there’s almost tears in those pretty brown eyes.

You slowly press down, his tip running along the roof of your mouth at a torturous pace. He brushes the back of your throat as your nose presses into his pelvis and he whimpers. Tongue massaging the underside of his shaft all the while, your eyes flick up to his sweaty, blissed out face.

Mattheo is panting and moaning like he’s seeing god, thighs twitching and squeezing your head between them. “I—fuck! fuckfuckfuck—” he gasps followed by your name like a prayer on his lips. Then his entire body is spasming again, tears pricking behind his eyes from exhaustion, cock pushing further down your throat.

You drag your mouth off of him as the first tear rolls down his pretty cheek. Catching it with your thumb, you carefully lick it away. He’s still trembling as pleasure runs through him in waves, coming down from the high. His breath is shaky as you press a series of soft kisses across his face. “You did so good Matty. You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

You roll onto your back and pull him to your chest for him to relax and regain functionality of his brain. It takes a few moments of peaceful silence, wrapped in each other before he’s smirking, “so, your turn?”

[pizzaapeteer]

Don't be so underestimating

Mattheo x f reader. Based off this kind-of request, a little subby mattheo. a/n: also ty to @mattyriddlesbitch for helping first discuss the idea with me.

Warnings: nsfw 18+, male receiving oral, cursing, praise, ravenclaw house mentioned.

Mattheo was happy to play along with your little suggestion, finding it admirable that you even had the courage to propose such a bold idea. There was a clear understanding of who was more dominant between you, and so he found no harm indulging in your notion. Finding hilarity in your sweet determination in convincing yourself that you could tie him down, and he’d just sit back and let you take control. 

He had only raised a brow when you straddled him, pushing him back with a gentle shove, his body falling back against the headboards. An amused smirk rested on his face as he watched your intense level of focus at slipping the soft fabric gently around his wrists. “You know sweetheart, I don’t know if these will really be able to hold me,” his voice is edged with a teasing tone as he complies with your actions.

His eyes meet yours, loving the playful raise of your brows you give him while you continue bounding his wrist, the knot feeling hardly durable but he mentions nothing, just a small chuckle amused by your clear delusion at this actually working. When you're done, you move, running your hand under the underside of his chin, cupping it, you lift his jaw, pausing for a moment as you drown in the swirls of his brown orbs. 

“Not underestimating me, are you now, baby?” your brow stays arched, as you gently caress the side of his cheek. It was hard to contain your excitement at what was about to happen, already feeling your body grow hot in anticipation of the unveiling. A project that had taken a few weeks to put together, but one that would be worth the work of knowing your boyfriend would be vulnerable and at your mercy. 

He watches you with dark, curious eyes, his tongue flicking over his lips as you nestle back in between his legs. It’s just a matter of time before he interrupts, having no intention of letting you actually go through with whatever you're planning. A sarcastic smile appears, his eyes gleaming with hubris, not buying into your endeavor. “Of course not, sweetheart.” 

At the feeling of your hands palming his member, he releases a breathy moan, his muscles tensing slightly. You glide your hand, rubbing along his length, feeling him harden more under your touch. Biting your lip, you struggle to hold back the devilish smile reaching to pull his boxers down, your eyes unable to look away. 

Leaning your head down brushing your lips against the tip of his cock, slowly giving him gentle kitten licks. Another shaky moan is breathed out, his eyes gazing downwards, watching you taking your time to tease him. Your tongue swipes around his tip, swirling around the head as you lap at the leaking precum. 

He watches, allowing you to have your moment of dominance, though that doesn’t last long as his hands are itching to grip your hair, his urge for control growing stronger. Feeling done with your teasing already and not wanting to endure this ‘submission’ any longer, he moves his hands to slip out of the restraints. 

“What the -” his head flicks up to the pink coil as it tightens around his hand, binding him more firmly. His playful attitude drops instantly, feeling frustrated as he struggles to get out of the harsh grasp. His head snaps back to you, his eyes narrowing, lowering down onto your sadistic smirk, his jaw clenching at the situation he’s now trapped himself in. 

With your head raised peering up at him, you chuckle, watching him struggle, your own eyes gleaming with satisfaction at having beguiled him to your will. “Aw, looks like you got a little problem there, baby." You mock teasingly, your lips still continuing to lap at the head of his cock, prepping kisses and small sucks. 

His eyes flicker with a sense of irritation, inhaling sharply as you continue your torturous teasing, growling lowly, “sweetheart, whatever you're planning, it's not a good fucking idea.” 

You ignore his warning, not taking your eyes off his heated glare, eyes penetrating into you so hard it sends ripples of heat down to your core. You lick a stripe up the length of his cock, relishing in the small grunts he’s trying hard to contain. You can’t believe you could even get him into this situation, your ego growing with every shaky breath he heaves. 

Lapping at him for a bit more, you decide to stop the teasing slightly, sliding him into your mouth, only partly enjoying being in control. His hips lift instinctively, thrusting a little, attempting to push his cock further in your mouth, the urge to grab your hair and hold you becoming stronger the more you taunt. His eyes never drop his glare on you, though the small moans that tumble out of his mouth make it clear how much he’s enjoying this. 

“Come on, don’t be a brat, baby. You're really pushing the line now.” His voice was husky and low, on the verge of cracking as he attempted to maintain his dominant tone. Your soft lips continue their slow, tortuous pace, inching further down his length. Sliding your hands up his toned thighs, rubbing your fingers down the inner skin, grazing them slowly against his balls. 

A deep groan vibrates through his chest, his hands twitching in their tight grasp, feeling the ribbon squeeze his hands more, not enough to cut off any circulation. Still fuming at himself for letting himself even end up in this situation, unsure how this had even happened. 

“Fuck, what did you do to these binds?” he chokes out, his hips lifting more, trying to gain any sort of friction from your plush lips. Oh, he fucking craved you in unimaginable ways, wanting to snap those binds, and stuff his cock deep down your sweet mouth, wiping that smug grin off your face. 

You laugh at his attempt to take back control, sliding your lips down, taking him fully in your mouth. Still at a slow, merciless pace, you take him till he hits the back of your throat before sliding back up. You repeat the action, pausing at the bottom to let him rest in the warm embrace of your mouth. 

Mattheo was fucking restless at your taunting attitude, wanting, needing you now. “Fuck baby, don’t do this to me. Just be a good girl for me and take me a little faster,” he pleaded, desperately trying to persuade you. The rope burned as it pierced at his skin the more he tugged on them. His breath hitches more, as he bites down on his lower lip, suppressing a whimper not wanting to fully submit and give into your control. 

You smiled smugly, replacing your lips with your hand listening to the sharp exhale that leaves him, his brows scrunching together, frowning at you. You move to grip his base, pumping him antagonizing slowly, his hips jut, thrusting up into your hand, a low groan tumbling from his lips. You tilt your head, peering up at him with your lust blown eyes. “Your squirming won’t do anything baby, there’s only one solution for your little, or should I say, big, problem.” 

You giggle at his earlier question, your hot breath hitting his sensitive skin as you lean forward, before answering his question you marvel at his hard cock, the tip red covered with your saliva, twitches as he groans frustratedly. “I had a little fun experimenting with devil snare. You pay attention in herbology, don’t you, Matty?” 

His brows shoot up, eyes widening momentarily as he listens to your herbology enthused project, a bit surprised by how you had pulled this off. He was impressed, to say the least, but also itching for more finding the way you had deceived him so incredibly hot. 

He loved whenever you outwitted him, though often his pride didn’t let him admit that. But caught tangled up in the tightness of the binds, a small whimper escapes him unwillingly, wanting to praise you for your impressive effort, “God, pretty girl, I fucking love your mind. Please, I need you.” 

You release a satisfied moan as you retake his now painfully hard cock back in your mouth, enticing his own deep groan, no longer teasing him. Your pace increased, spurred on by his praise and plead. “Oh, that’s it baby, fuck yeah…taking my cock so well. Such a smart girl, love my fuckin smart raven.” 

You whine at his words, your head bopping more, cheeks hollowing out as your nose repeatedly presses against his pelvis. Mattheo is unable to stop the fall of whimpers leaving his lips, feeling you deep throat him, his hips twitch, hands gripping the binds. Watching you take the lead, teasing and edging him on, had turned him on more than he thought possible. 

As his climax rises, his hands move again and he whispers as the restrains tighten once more, his cock fucking hard and achy for some release. His head is thrown back, brows scrunched as he struggles to focus his eyes on your movements. “Baby, fuck…gods I’m going to fill your pretty mouth.”

He loved watching the way his cock disappeared behind the plump fullness of your lips, the sweet warm embrace of your mouth, tongue lapping and swirling around him. It was too much. It was driving him mad, his muscles convulses as he bucks his hips spilling a gag from you. 

It’s not long before he’s coming with a loud groan, his hips lifting, shaking as he releases, spurting his seed down the back of your throat. His eyes rolling back, head leaning back against the headboard. Your mouth stays wrapped around him, your eyes burning with tears as you swallow his load. Your tongue swirls, licking him clean before you release him with a pop.

Your eyes gleam up at him, taking in the masterpiece of a mess you had made before you. Beads of sweat glisten on his forehead, the few front curls sticking to it. His face is flushed a pretty scarlet, not a colour you often saw adorn on those sweet cheeks. You can’t help but admire how pretty he looks, laying there hung so helpless, the sounds of his whimpers still ringing in your ear, etched in your brain forever.  

You grabbed your wand and cast the spell, “Lumos Sumon," watching the binds unravel and roll back up into a small, neat ball. He rubbed his wrists a little glad at the feeling of his release, his chest still heaving as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. You move nestling further between his legs, your voice now laced with concern, “Didn’t hurt you, did I, baby?” 

He shakes his head instantly, his hands reaching out to grab your chin, bringing it in for a sweet kiss. “Of course not, you never could,” he grins, placing another kiss under your jawline, relishing in your soft moan. “But you, on the other hand, you're in for some fucking punishment, raven."

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[psychomentillidie]

Dress

Part 1 🐍 Part 2

Pairing: virgin!tom riddle x fem!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: english isn’t my first language, heavy sexual contact, p in v, fingering, teasing, unprotected sex, subby!tom, experienced!reader.

Summery: after a little talk with his brother, Tom decides to ask his best friend to take his virginity.

“𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟”

"Are you going to the Slytherin party tonight?" Mattheo asked the second he walked into Tom's dorm room. It was a pretty stupid question, considering the fact that Tom had never been to a Hogwarts party, not even once in the seven years he'd been there.

"Yeah, y/n asked me to come this time. She said it's important to 'have fun' since it's our last year here."

That answer genuinely shocked Mattheo. It was almost unbelievable how much influence y/n had over his brother.

"Wait, are you serious? I can't believe the Tom Riddle is actually going to a party. I'm going to make sure it's the best fucking party in Hogwarts history," he said excitedly. "I'll get alcohol for everyone and—oh, I know! I'll steal veritaserum from Snape so we can play truth or dare. It's going to be bloody awesome."

Tom was still trying to understand what was so "bloody awesome" about a bunch of teenagers drinking and playing games. He was dreading going, but y/n had begged him to come, and for some reason, he just couldn't say no to her. Which was odd, considering he never had trouble saying no to anyone else.

"What's so exciting about truth or dare? It's a stupid game," Tom rolled his eyes.

Mattheo gave him a look like he'd just said the dumbest thing in the world. "What's so exciting about truth or dare?! Mate, it's the best part! That's when all the tea gets spilled. Last time we played, it came out that Pansy had sex with Adrian's girlfriend, and Adrian's actually a virgin! Truth or dare is elite when everyone drinks veritaserum before answering because then no one can lie."

"I just don't get why anyone would want to admit what they've done or what they haven't."

Tom had never really thought much about sex. He didn't see the point. Why would anyone want to be that vulnerable with someone else? He didn't care for any of the girls at Hogwarts, even though he knew he could easily have a different one in his bed every night if he wanted. But he didn't want to. He just... wasn't interested.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, bro. People just want to know how many girls you've shagged. You've got nothing to be ashamed of. It's not like you're a virgin," Mattheo said with a teasing laugh.

The room suddenly went silent when Tom didn't laugh back. Mattheo stared at him.

"You're a virgin?!"

"Yes. What's the problem with that?"

"There's no problem actually," Mattheo said, holding back a grin. "You just absolutely cannot let the whole school know."

If Tom thought teenagers were stupid before, now he thought they were extra stupid. But the longer he thought about it, the more that small knot of embarrassment twisted in his chest.

"Okay, then I just won't play," Tom said, shrugging. Problem solved, or so he thought.

"Absolutely not, my guy. If you don't play, people will assume something even worse. Like that you're into getting pegged or something."

Tom groaned in frustration, running a hand through his hair. "Then what the hell am I supposed to do?"

Mattheo leaned back with a smug grin. "Easy. Go to y/n's dorm and ask her to have sex with you."

Tom blinked. "What?!"

"Oh come on, you know you've been dying to sleep with her. And don't even try to deny it. I heard you last night, jerking off and moaning her name in the bathroom."

"What the fuck?! Why were you in my dorm last night?"

It was rare to see Tom Riddle blush, but this time, his entire face was red as a tomato.

"Let's not change the subject, alright?" Mattheo said, smirking. "Just go to her dorm and tell her you want to have sex, as simple as that. You know she'll want to. I'm shocked you guys haven't done it together before, considering all that tension that's always around you two whenever you're together."

"Fine. I'll think about it. Now get out, and don't ever come into my room late at night again without announcing yourself first."

The second the door closed behind Mattheo, silence settled over the dorm like a fog. Tom sat on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, staring blankly at the floor.

"Just go to Y/N's dorm and ask her to have sex with you."

Mattheo's words echoed in his mind like a challenge.

It sounded ridiculous. Crude, even. But was it? He clenched his jaw, hands tightening.

It wasn't about the sex. Not really.

It was about her.

Y/N.

The way she laughed like she knew things he didn't. The way she touched him so casually and yet left him breathless. The way she saw through his every mask, every carefully calculated expression, and looked at him.

The real him.

He'd trusted her with everything else; his secrets, his temper, his walls.

Could he trust her with this, too?

The idea of losing control in front of anyone else made his stomach twist. But with her... the thought didn't terrify him. It thrilled him. It made his skin feel too tight and his thoughts feel too loud.

Was it foolish to want more? Was it dangerous?

Maybe. But wasn't it more dangerous to want her and never touch her?

He swallowed hard. Could he ask her? Should he? And if he did... would she say yes?

Would she want him like that? And if she did, would she still see him the same way after?

He wasn't sure. But he knew one thing with absolute certainty;

He didn't want anyone else.

And maybe it was time he finally stopped making excuses for himself and actually tried being intimate with her. Not for the game or the people around him, for his own cravings and wishes.

That was the moment Tom realised, he's ready to lose his virginity to his person, the only person in the world he wasn't scared to be himself around.

It was currently 8:32 p.m. 28 minutes before the Slytherin party was set to begin. You were in your dorm, getting ready alone. Your annoyingly loud roommates had gone to their friend's room to do their makeup together.

You were in the middle of putting on your short, dark blue dress, struggling to zip it up, when you heard a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" you called out, still fiddling with the zipper.

"It's Tom."

You smiled. "Oh, it's you. Come in, Tommy."

He opened the door and stepped inside, standing stiffly like a statue as his eyes scanned you, but he said nothing.

"Well don't you look really handsome, Mr. Riddle," you said, your tone teasing. The flirtation in your friendship was always there, but you weren't lying, he really did look good tonight.

You turned around. "Could you help me zip my dress? I can't reach it."

"No," he said flatly.

You turned back around to face him, confused. "What do you mean no?"

"I'd rather take that dress off than zip it up."

Your eyes widened, a mix of surprise and amusement dancing across your face. A smirk crept in as you looked at him. You almost lost the hope that Tom Riddle will take this friendship he had with you to the next level.

It has been obvious there's something not platonic in the slightest going on between the two of you, but it took Tom years to accept it. Who would have guessed tonight would be the night Tom actually took action and fucked you.

"Oh yeah?" you asked, voice dropping into something lower, silkier.

"Yeah," he said, stepping closer, closing the space between you. You were almost touching now, his proximity making your heart race, but he looked surprisingly calm. Little did you know his insides have been burning with anxiety.

"What are you waiting for, then?" you whispered. "Fucking take it off."

That was all he needed to hear.

He moved forward like he was under a spell. His hands found the zipper and tugged it down slowly, reverently, as if undressing you was a sacred act. The dress slipped from your shoulders and pooled at your feet. You stood before him in only your underwear and bra, entirely unbothered by his stare.

You stepped close and tangled your fingers into his collar, tugging him into a kiss that made his knees weak.

He kissed back like he'd been waiting his entire life for this, like he was afraid it would end too soon. It was messy and eager, his hands trembling as they explored the soft curve of your waist, your back, your breasts.

You pushed him down onto the bed with a gentle shove, straddling him and rolling your hips slowly against his lap. He let out a shaky breath, fingers digging into your thighs like he didn't know what else to hold onto.

"Y/N," he whispered, almost like a warning. "I've never—"

"I know," you purred, grinding on him again. "You're doing so good already, darling."

His eyes fluttered shut as you kissed down his neck, tongue teasing his skin, marking him. You could feel how hard he was already, twitching beneath his trousers. He looked dazed, breathless, wrecked, and you hadn't even taken his clothes off yet.

You climbed off him just long enough to strip him down, also taking down your remaining undergarments, taking your time as you tugged at his belt, his shirt, finally his trousers and briefs, until he was bare beneath you. His cock was flushed and hard, resting against his stomach.

You let your eyes drag down his body, slow and deliberate. "Fuck, you're so pretty, Tom."

He blushed at the compliment, but the way his cock twitched made it obvious how much he liked it.

"Lie back," you whispered.

He obeyed instantly. Tom wasn't one to obey orders from anyone. But with you, it was a different story.

You crawled over him, settling between his legs and kissing a path up his inner thigh, ignoring his whimpers as you teased him everywhere but where he wanted.

"Y/N," he groaned. "Please, please, I need—"

You pressed your fingers to his lips. "Shh. I'm going to take care of you."

You kissed him deeply, slowly grinding your bare hips against his, letting him feel how wet you already were.

You guided his hand between your thighs. "Feel that? That's all for you."

He swallowed hard, fingers exploring tentatively.

You smiled. "Let me show you."

You moved his hand where you wanted it—two fingers brushing your clit, stroking slowly. He watched you in awe as you moaned from his touch, your hips rocking against his hand.

"Curl your fingers inside me," you whispered. "There. Right there. Fuck Tommy, you're a natural."

His confidence grew as you moaned his name, his fingers moving faster, slick with your arousal. The way he looked at you—like you were something holy, made heat coil in your stomach.

You stopped him just before you tipped over the edge.

"I need you inside me," you whispered against his mouth. "Do you want that?”

His answer was immediate. "Yes. Please. I want—I need you so bad, Y/N."

You reached down and lined him up with your entrance, teasing him by dragging the tip through your folds before sinking down slowly.

His head fell back, mouth open in a silent moan as you took him inch by inch.

"Fucking hell," he gasped. "You feel—fuck Y/N."

You rode him slowly at first, letting him adjust, watching his reactions. Every time you shifted your hips, he twitched helplessly inside you, moaning your name like a prayer.

You leaned down to kiss him softly. "You okay, baby?"

He nodded frantically. "Yes. I'm okay. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

You smiled against his lips. "I wasn't planning to."

You picked up the pace, grinding your hips harder, riding him like you were claiming him. His hands gripped your waist tightly, his head rolling back as he struggled to hold on.

"Y/N—fuck—I'm not gonna last—I can't—"

"Come for me, baby," you whispered, dragging your nails down his chest. "Let me feel you."

That was all it took. He cried out as he spilled inside you, cock twitching, breath ragged. You kept moving, chasing your own high, and just as his orgasm was fading, you came with a moan of his name, collapsing forward onto his chest.

You both stayed there, sweaty and breathless, your fingers stroking through his hair as his arms wrapped tightly around you.

For a while, neither of you spoke.

Then finally, you whispered, "So... how was that for your first time?"

He let out a breathless laugh, still catching his breath. "I think you just ruined me for anyone else."

You grinned against his chest. "Good. That was the plan."

He kissed your hair, and his voice softened. "Thank you."

You looked up at him. "For what?"

"For not treating me like I'm fragile. For not making me feel ashamed for being so vulnerable. For..." he hesitated, then said softly, "for being you."

Your teasing smile faded into something warmer, more intimate. You cupped his face and kissed him slow and sweet. "You're mine now, Riddle."

He nodded. "I've always been".

Part 2 is out<3

[pizzaapeteer]

this is fucking delicious, the condensing tone at the end when you keep going - holy shit

hiii!! i literally love ur work sm and i was just wondering if you could write something about a sub mattheo ? him whimpering, moaning, begging, overstimulated.. all that..:)

“oh c’mon baby, just let me cum!” mattheo begs, his brown eyes filled with desperation as you lick all the way from his balls, along the shaft, to the leaking tip. you taste the salty precum as you swirl your tongue over the slit, your gaze never leaving his as you stare at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes, relishing the power you have over his desperate need to cum. “hmm. i don’t know yet, pretty boy. maybe if you beg for it, i’ll give you what you want… maybe.” you grin amusingly, and he groans in response, feeling frustrated as he bucks his hips up desperately.

“fuck…” he curses defeatedly after being edged for a while now, but you can sense it won’t take long before his submissive side shows— and you were right. “please, please, need it so bad, baby. i wanna feel you around me, wanna feel those pretty lips around my cock. fuck, please!” he pleads erratically, unable to think clearly at this point and fully consumed by desperation. “that’s more like it. but, uh, i don’t know yet…” you tease, satisfied to have him exactly where you want but craving even more.

“fucking hell, baby, i’d do anything for you, alright? just, please! i want— i need it, please, fuck, please!” you nod approvingly with a sly grin plastered on your face before unexpectedly taking him fully into your mouth, the tip of his throbbing cock brushing against the back of your throat. shattered breaths escape his lips at the sudden feeling of being deep inside your warm mouth, causing him to grip the sheets desperately. you don’t waste any more time as you quickly begin to bob your head up and down, your tongue swirling over the sensitive tip each time you come up while your hand firmly covers what your mouth can’t.

“oh fuck, yes, just like that, fuck!” mattheo cries out, biting down hard on his lip at the sensation, his teeth drawing blood from the thin skin. when your hand trails down to massage his balls, he loses control, unable to hold it any longer as choked sobs escape his wide open mouth. “fuck, i’m gonna— i’m gonna fuckin’ cum, please baby, oh, fuck” he blabbers shakily, followed by you feeling a pool of warmth all in your mouth as he throws his head back in ecstasy, a string of curse words slipping from his swollen lips.

it’s when you keep going after he’s cum that pathetic whimpers and whines escape his mouth, and you feel his entire body tense at the overstimulated feeling. “baby, please, ‘s too much, i— i can’t” you smirk around his pulsating cock as you continue to sloppily suck him off, a mix of drool and cum running down your chin and making a mess all over balls. “but i thought you wanted this so bad, hm? you were begging for it just a minute ago, weren’t you?” “shit, baby, y-yes, but i— fuck! ‘s too much now!” “aww… too bad.”

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

[remusslove]

Fucked dumb~ mattheo riddle

Includes sub space, smut, pegging, sub!mattheo, dom!reader, spanking kink, choking kink, hair pulling kink, reader had abs, reader has hot veiny hands and plays electric guitar, quidditchplayer!reader, aftercare

Mattheo was practically drooling over the sight of you when you walked in. You just got out of quidditch practice, which meant you were sweating a fuck ton, but he couldn’t stop looking at you in your sports bra. The sweat running down your abs made him horny as hell. You turned around looking at mattheo on your bed. “Oh hi love didn’t know you were awake, I’m gonna take a quick shower mkay?” You told him walking into the bathroom.

Half an hour later you were out of the shower putting on a nice white tee and some grey sweatpants. Mattheo swore you were doing this on purpose. He felt himself slip into subspace the moment he saw you step out of the bathroom. You had only a bra and a towel wrapped around your waist. Still oblivious to his antics, you began strumming a few strings on your guitar.

Mattheo held back a whimper as he saw you sitting on the edge of the bed with your guitar on your lap. Your fucking hands. The way your hands looked wrapped around your guitar and the strings made him wanna let out a moan. It reminded him of the first time he saw you playing your guitar. He fell in love with you the second he saw you play.

“why are you being so quiet baby?” You asked curiously. Mattheo always talked about his day whenever you came back from quidditch practice. You weren’t looking in the boys direction so you didn’t see him unwrap himself from the covers and crawl over to you.

He crawled into your lap causing you to put the guitar on the edge of your bed. You smirked wrapping your hands around his waist. “You feelin subby bunny?” You asked chuckling softly. “Mhm” mattheo mumbled in agreement. He buried his face in your neck and whined when you began kissing his neck.

You switched positions to you on top of him. He quickly wrapped his arms around your neck and whimpered. “Please mommy” mattheo whined bucking his hips up. “Ass up, on all fours.” You said simply before removing yourself off of him. He quickly moved into position as you grabbed the “stuff”.

5 minutes later, mattheo was completely naked while you were getting him prepped. He whimpered feeling the tip at his entrance. You thrusted into him making him gasp as you started pounding into him harshly. He gasped letting strings of moans come out of his mouth. “Mommy please- fuck!” Mattheo stuttered.

You gave him a slap on the ass making him whimper. “Don’t cuss princess or I’ll make you cum as many times as I want” you whispered in his ear. He shivered hearing those words come out of your mouth. He felt him self loose control of his body. Tears began streaming down his face at the amount of pleasure he’s receiving. “My pretty princess wanted be fucked like a whore right? So why you crying huh bunny?” You asked with fake pity in your voice.

“Feels t-too good!” he sobbed out. You reached deeper and deeper with each buck of your hips making him feel his prostate get hit with each thrust. He was a fucking mess. He screamed and moaned feeling his brain get fuzzy as you still didn’t slow down. He never lasted long when you fucked him. You loved seeing him cry, his pretty long eyelashes getting wetter and wetter especially while getting fucked.

“Does it feel good slut? I know it does.” You groaned out before putting one of your hands on his throat. You choking him softly made his eyes roll to the back of his head. You moved your hand that was on his waist looking at the mark you left behind. You knew he was gonna complain about it later but for now, he didn’t care. You put your free hand on his hair and gently tugged at it.

He moaned loudly when he felt you tugging at his curls. You knew he wouldn’t last another five minutes. Tears streaming down his face, eyes rolling to back of his head, and his mouth opened spilling out moans. You pulled him up to your chest and attacked his neck with your mouth making him let out a gasp. He couldn’t even form a sentence.

“Such a fucking slut for me, bet no one else could go this deep” you commented. You pushed his head down into the pillowcase smirking at the state of him. He whimpered pushing back on the strap desperately chasing his high. “Lucky i casted a silence charm princess, or else the whole castle would hear you getting fucked” you panted. He let out a scream that bordered on a moan.

“P-please! L-lemme c-cum!” Mattheo screamed letting out high pitched moans. His body was shaking in pleasure feeling himself reaching to his high. “Cum bunny.” You said softly. His body trembled as he felt a state of euphoria before cumming all over his stomach. You pulled out causing him to whine at the sudden emptiness. He felt his body go limp before turning around and laying on his back.

“M’ gonna get a towel to clean you up m’kay bunny?” You said peppering kisses on his face. He nodded before rubbing his eyes tiredly. You noticed he was still in subspace so you rubbed his thighs soothingly as you wiped the cum off his stomach. “So good for me baby so good” you praised causing him to giggle. You quickly put on his clothes peppering kisses on his stomach and waist where the marks are.

You couldn’t help but grin when you saw the marks on his waist. You laid down and effortlessly moved the boy making him lay on top of you. He giggled at your antics wrapping his arms behind your neck and laying his face on your shoulder. “Spoiled little princess aren’t you?” You teased causing him to blush crimson.

You both laid their for a while before your brain reminded you of the potions essay mattheo was supposed to work on. “You finish the potions homework bunny?” You asked softly. He shook his head no and pouted when he felt you sit up. “You can sit in between my legs and work on it” you said looking at the boys pouty face.

“Don’t wanna” mattheo whined sitting up as well. “I know baby but you have too, what are you gonna say when professor slughorn asks where’s your homework hm?” You cooed. “Fucked too dumb to ‘member” mattheo replied proudly causing you to let out a chuckle.

-🦋

[pizzaapeteer]

I'm riding the mattheo being a switch for his girl high but there's almost no sub mattheo smut :/ I need this man to get tied to the bed and get pissed but then whimpering 😩😅

hi hi omg yess I love this!! this should be out in an hour, if I can get my editing ass together! It kind of turned into a fic rather than a fun blurb, so will post it separately! I absolutely have a few more ideas to write some subby mattheo, cuz I loveeeee subby men

[pizzaapeteer]

Amazing, show stopping, another win !!

I NEED MORE 😫

Whipped for their tutor II: A Reward

Mattheo, Theo and Enzo

Tutoring the Slytherin boys isn’t easy, so you use the fact that they’re absolutely whipped as a way to motivate them. 

Find part one here, but you don’t have to read it. There’s not that much plot.

Warning: suggestive and a little bit of smut

This took longer than necessary just because it took me a week to come up with something for Enzo. Also, little announcement, I'm gonna mix requests instead of work chronological because I'm struggling with inspiration and I wanna write things I can instead of stay stuck on the things I can't, because I'm short on time atm, but I should get to all of them eventually. Happy readings! Have a lovely weekend!

“Mate, quidditch practice, remember?” Blaise’s face appears by the door as he looks at his friend.

Mattheo

He looks up from his book and nods at Blaise. “Right, I gotta go.” Mattheo says, turning to face you as he slams his book shut. 

“Your work isn’t finished yet.” You state and meet his eyes, a small smile tugging on your lips as you play to win this situation. Mattheo looks at Blaise and back to you, he smiles at your silly comment, quidditch was way more important than studying. “I can’t miss quidditch training.” Mattheo argues.

You pout and your teasing eyes lock with his. Blaise notices Mattheo’s face going red, but what Blaise doesn’t know is that it’s because your hand is resting on Mattheo’s crotch. Softly your hand moves and you feel his member twitch. Such a sensitive boy. “On second thought,” Mattheo’s voice comes out almost squeaky and he forces a cough to regain compose “I’m not allowed to play the game if I don’t pass tomorrow’s test so I better study.” 

Blaise knows better than to ask questions and simply nods before leaving. “Such a good student.” The words drip off your lips as Mattheo’s eyes land on your lips. “If you put in a few more hours of studying then you’ll nail tomorrow’s test. And Matty, if you get an A I’ll give you a little reward.” Your words are a seductive whisper and you know you’re doing it right when you feel Mattheo get harder. Your hand moves over the bulge in his pants and like the good student Mattheo is, his eyes fall from you to the pages of his summary. 

You notice his blush and his hard swallow. He was trying his best to focus, but struggling with hardness in his pants and your hand. Seeing him like this, you couldn’t deny it, it turned you on a little as well. He was so fun to play with. “Maybe it’s best I let you study alone for today.” You whisper close to his ear and his puppy eyes meet yours. He doesn’t want you to leave. “I feel you’re … a little distracted.” You say lips almost brush his ear as your hand strokes him member one last time before moving away. “Good luck.” You say and you kiss his cheek, staining his face with your lipstick. Maybe she didn’t notice… Mattheo stares down at his crotch. Who am I kidding! Why am I so sensitive to her? Salazar, she drives me crazy!

***

Mattheo was really excited when the professor returned his test a few days later. When he spotted you talking to your friend in the hallway that same day he wanted to offer you his test but worried he would look like a fool he decided against it, cursing himself for being so needy for you. He needed your praise, he thought about it almost every night, but his ego kept him from begging for it.

So he eagerly waited for the next tutoring session and his eagerness was obvious to you since he was early. You walk into the classroom and are surprised to find Mattheo seated with his books out on the table. When he sees you walk in he gets up and smiles at you and you can’t help but smile at how whipped he is. “I got an A.” He blurs out before you even get the chance to sit down. You lick your lips and Mattheo feels his face heat up. Salazar, I sound desperate. I can’t even think with her around. You take a step closer to him and you lean suggestively close. Mattheo tries to meet your lips but you teasingly avoid the kiss. You chuckle softly, making him flustered, moving to whisper in his ear. “What did you think your reward would be?” 

Mattheo swallows and his eyes lock with yours. “You.” He breathes, not hiding his desire for you. While waiting for you in this classroom filled with sexual tension Mattheo’s mind and body had gone wild with anticipation for what his reward could be. Every possible fantasy of the past weeks had shot through his mind as he had waited for you, for his reward.  “You think that you can have me because you had one good test?” You raise an eyebrow. “An A+.” He specifies and he immediately feels embarrassed by how pathetic he must sound, trying to impress you with his grades. However, he manages to snap out of his embarrassment and regains some of his composure. With a slight teasing tone to his voice he speaks up. “You said I would get a reward.” He does his best to sound confident and you’re almost impressed by how good he sells it. 

Your hand moves over his chest and lower, pressing your chest against his. “Well, as a reward you don’t have to pretend like you’re not rock hard, you can take care of yourself.” He’s baffled. His mouth opens to say something but nothing comes out. “Sit.” You command and he does so without thinking. You sit down as well and slowly unbuckle his belt, knowing that you’ll find his cock hard once again. “Now, there, treat yourself.” You say almost mocking him. His eyes stay focused on yours as his hand slowly and hesitantly moves towards his member. Your eyes meet his and you feel yourself drawn to his pretty eyes. You lean in and Mattheo’s eyes fall to your lips as his hand slowly strokes his dick. He was so turned on by you, but he barely dared to make a move, afraid that you would reject him if he didn’t play it right. 

Almost brushing his lips you halt and let your eyes fall down to his hand jerking his rather large size. You let your hand rest on his thigh, making him bite his lip. “You’re quite impressive.” You whisper and Mattheo grips his cock a little hard. You loved how needy he was for your praise, for you, but he hated how much control you had over him.

Theodore

You sit opposite of Theo and don’t see Blaise, but still roll your eyes. How dare he interrupt your tutoring session. Obviously your tutoring was more important than quidditch. Theo gathers his papers and you tilt your head, when he looks up at Blaise to say something you quickly move your leg. Theodore’s eyes widen as your elegant heels move between his thighs. Your tongue slowly wets your lips as the slytherin’s eyes meet yours. You notice how his chest heaves and you have to keep yourself from smirking, but you play it professional and look at him through your lashes. Blaise coughs as he waits for a response from his friend. “I can’t.” Theodore finally answers, but there’s a hint of reluctance in his voice. He hated giving into you, but he just could not help himself. He needed to stay and see if he had a chance with you. 

Blaise nods and disappears, making you smile proudly at Theodore. You don’t say anything and remove your high heels from between Theo’s legs, making him relax a bit. When he doesn’t return his attention to his pages but rather continues to stare at you, you get up from your seat and walk over to him. Your hands rest on his shoulder, massaging them gently before letting your hands slip down under his loosened shirt to his chest. “You really need to pass that transfiguration test so you better focus.” Your taunting whisper makes Theo lick his lip as his mind wanders to all the things he would rather do than focus.

When you still don’t get the right response you lean down so your lips brush his ear. “Be a good student. I like good students. If you work through all chapters by tonight you might earn yourself a reward.” You let a hand rest just above his belt as your other hand grabs his chin, making him face you. “Can you do that for me?” You're toying with him and he knows it, but he wants to be your toy so badly. The last bit of protest within Theo disappears and he nods. You let go of his pretty face and he returns to his summary. 

“If you’ve finished your summary, come find me so I can check it for you.” You say and quickly grab your stuff. “You’re leaving?” Theodore blurs and he gets flustered by how desperate he sounded. You chuckle. “Yes, I do things outside of tutoring, but you can come and find me in my dorm when your summary is done.” You turn on your heels and he watches your beautiful figure disappear, but as soon as you’re out of sight he starts working on his summary, eager to have it finished and see you again.

***

A knock on the door has you turn your head. Before you can say anything the door slowly opens to reveal Theodore and you smile when he shows you a small bundle of papers. “My summary.” He states still not entering your room, but rather leaning against the doorframe waiting for permission to enter. Theodore knew better than to go into a girl’s room without her invitation. He learned that from Pansy, the hard way. You're amused by his good behaviour and get up from your seat to take his summary. You flip through the pages and Theo watches you with anticipation. Your hair fell perfectly, your eyes were engaged with his sloppy handwriting and ever so gently you bit your plush bottom lip. He was about to adore the rest of your body, but you speak up and meet his eyes. “This is actually really thorough. I’m impressed.” A smug smile forms on Theodore lips, but as smug as he tries to act he’s blushing as well, touched by your compliment on his work. 

“If you put your mind to it, Theodore, you can get much better grades.” You continue and Theo chuckles. “I’m just rarely motivated, but you changed that.” You're surprised by his confidence, but you can’t deny that you like it. “Someone’s after his reward.” You quip and Theodore feels himself heat up. It was obvious there was no need to deny it, he wanted you and you both knew it. “You promised.” Theo says as he leans his head back a little in an attempt to look nonchalant about the whole situation.

You lay the papers down on your desk and side eye him before nodding as a silent invitation to enter, which he quickly does. He closes the door by pressing his back against his, eyes never leaving your body. His hungry eyes make you chuckle. “Just out of curiosity, what do you think you’re going to get for doing something as basic as writing a summary?” You elegantly walk over to him and seductively trace a finger over his chest. “I want a chance to dig my face between your legs.” Theo’s determined voice in combination with that phrase has your eyes widen. There’s a moment of silent tension as you stare deep into his eyes. “Don’t disappoint.” You tell him as you move your hand to his shoulder to guide him down to his knees.

Enzo

Your eyes slowly move from Blaise to Enzo who smiles bright at his friend, but shakes his head no. “Can’t, mate, I really gotta finish this or I won’t play at all.” Your eyes get all shiny when the slytherin’s eyes fall back to the books in front of him. When Blaise is far enough not to hear anything going on you scoot a little closer to Enzo. “I must say, I’m impressed at how dedicated you are to our tutoring sessions.” Enzo looks up to see your sweet smile focussed on him and he has to keep himself from drooling as his mouth parts a little. You purse your lips to keep yourself from laughing at how lost he is, staring at you. Eventually a soft laugh does escape your lips. “You know, if you keep studying like this you might get a reward.” Now Enzo’s jaw drops a little more and you can’t resist putting a finger under his chin to close his mouth. 

You hadn’t said anything about what this reward would be, but he sure as hell wasn’t thinking about cookies, then again neither were you. “If you work hard like the good boy you are, I’ll treat you to something sweet.” Lorenzo was unsure if it was your honey voice or the way you softly bit your lip, but his pants suddenly felt a little tighter and his heart was racing at an unhealthy pace. 

***

For weeks Enzo Berkshire had been the perfect student. Always on time for his tutoring lessons, working from start to finish, engaged with his work and his grades showed it. Yet the praise from the teachers or even the girls in his class, it all left him cold because he was only after one thing and that was the sweet reward you had promised him. Striptease, lapdance, blowjob, sex… just a piece of lingerie would be fine. Next lesson, probably… However, you had kept him waiting. Since there was never an exact agreement on when he would receive his reward, Enzo was left to guess and hope every week that this would be it. You on the other hand benefited from waiting for two reasons: Lorenzo was incredibly motivated and Lorenzo was insanely cute when he tried hinting at his reward, not really daring to ask for it.

You were surprised by how long he had played along, but he really couldn’t keep it to himself any longer. He was exploding of desire for you and the thought of getting anything from you as reward drove him mad. So he had to ask. Though the question didn’t come as a surprise, the timing was. 

You were explaining the importance of distance when using certain conjurations, when Enzo suddenly spook up. “I work hard. I’m a good student. I deserve my reward. I deserve you.” Your eyes move from the page you were pointing at to see a blushing Enzo stare at you. You sit a little straighter and Enzo swallows, terrified that his impatience had caused him to screw up with the prettiest witch to ever walk the earth. “What do you mean with that last bit, ‘I deserve you’?” A nervous chuckle leaves Lorenzo’s lips and he even starts fidgeting with his fingers, making you raise an eyebrow. He went from demanding daddy to whipped mamma’s boy real fast. “What I meant to say was… uhm… I deserve whatever you give me. I just forgot a few words there.” You smile at his nonsensical answer and react with a serious tone. “Exactly.” 

With a flick of your wrist the door slams shut and Enzo’s eyes stick to the classroom door as he realises he’s now completely alone in a room with you. While his face heats up, his blood rushes down. “You were cute trying to be all demanding.” You say as you move from your seat, Enzo watching you carefully. “I didn’t mean to come off too strong. I was just really excited for this-.” The teasing smile tugging on your lips when he said the word ‘exciting’ has Enzo falling silent. With another flick of your wrist Enzo’s chair turns towards you and he stares at you like a deer caught in headlights. “No doubt you’re excited.” You whisper, referring to the bulge in his pants. He feels like he’s about to lose consciousness when you slowly go down on your knees in front of him. He doesn’t move and he almost forgets to breathe as your perfect hands unbuckle his belt. 

Him moving up to help you lower his pants was instinct, because you had turned his mind to mush, his eyes drowning in yours. As soon as you start jerking his dick his moans fill the room, making you wonder what sounds he’ll make once you have him in your mouth.

Whimpers, is what filled the room when your tongue teased his tip, and cries when you finally move to take his member deep. You had him begging in a matter of seconds and you loved the control as much as you were starting to love Enzo. 

[latenightwithpizza]

GODAMMMMN literally so hot 🫠 I’m drooling fr likeeee I can’t comprehend how AHHHHH SUBBY MATTY SUBBY MATTY

Couch Co-op

sub!Mattheo Riddle x gn!reader; smut

summary: your boyfriend mattheo has been gaming all day and you can think of a couple ways to get him to take a break and pay attention to you

a/n: i’m not dead! not an official request, but nonetheless thank you @finalgirllx for the inspo and @suugarbabe for (lovingly) pressuring me into writing this. cockwarming ahead, 18+ only below the cut.

Mattheo had been sitting on that couch for damn near 5 hours. The first couple hours, it was fine. You’d had some things to get done and it was nice to have a bit of alone time. But this was getting ridiculous.

So you lean against the doorway where he’s been playing video games, the TV the only light in the room. You open your mouth to say something, but before you can get a word out, he’s growling a string of profanities at the screen and telling off his friends over the headset.

You can’t help but roll your eyes at the—let’s call it what it is—temper tantrum. Stepping into the room, you expect to find him playing a shooter or something but no- it’s Stardew Valley. You shoot him a bewildered look.

He looks up as he notices you enter, pulling his headphones off one ear. “Hey sweetheart, what’s up?”

“What are you doing?” You look between him and the tv.

“Oh, just chatting with the guys,” he shrugs like he wasn’t just berating the game and you assume he’s referring to Enzo and Theo.

You give him an unimpressed look, “for the past 5 hours?” Eyes darting between him and the TV, you continue to question him, “and why are you yelling at Stardew Valley of all things?”

“Enzo.” He says it like that clears anything up.

More bewildered than before, you sit next to him on the couch, hand resting on his thigh.

His attention has returned to the screen in front of him, his character running around a farm on screen with presumably Enzo next to a ruined garden patch. Your hand slides higher up his thigh.

Mattheo keeps his eyes on his game until your fingertips eventually wander to the crotch of his grey sweatpants, ghosting over the fabric. Chewing lightly on your lower lip, you watch as the fabric tents under your touch. His attention is swiftly brought back to you. “Uh, babe-“

One look from you immediately shuts him up.

You palm him through his sweats as you move to kneel down between his legs. He inhales sharply at the sight of you on your knees, his pants tightening under your hand. He breathes out a couple soft curses as you pull at his pants, his hips automatically lifting to let you pull them down.

Mattheo’s cock springs up as soon as it’s released before it’s quickly enveloped by your hand. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth to stifle the groan that threatens to escape. Brown eyes are locked on your hand lightly stroking him before they’re snapping up to meet yours at the sound of your voice.

“Don’t mind me, play your game.”

All he can do is give a stiff nod as he blinks rapidly and tries to regain his breathing. His hands shake on the controller.

As he’s struggling to regain his composure, you press your tongue against the base of his cock and lap a line up to the tip. You take a moment to swirl your tongue around it before he’s struggling not to gasp at the stimulation.

Mattheo goes to turn off his mic, but before he can, you grab his wrist. “Keep it on. You can be a good boy and stay quiet for me, yeah?”

He gives you a weak nod, knowing you’ll stop if he refuses. In return, you give an approving kiss to his slit. His hips shake in an attempt to keep still.

Once his eyes are back on the TV your mouth closes around the head of his cock, sucking on it lightly. Giving him one last look, you take him fully in your mouth. You tease the underside of his dick with your tongue the way that always gets him squirming. And squirm he does. His hips shift under you as you notice his breathing pick up.

You pull your mouth off of him and mumble a soft, “good boy.” He struggles not to whimper at the praise.

Giving one last stroke to his now achingly hard dick, you stand up from the floor. His eyes trail over to you as you drop your shorts and you think that he’s going to cum then and there just from the sight of you.

Before he can question what you’re planning, you position yourself on his lap. You take his dick in your hand and guide it to your entrance.

Mattheo’s mouth drops open as you sink down on his cock, your hand coming up to cover it before he can moan into his mic. Brown puppy eyes look up at you as you muffle the soft, needy sound. He reaches up to mute himself.

“I thought you said you could be a good boy?”

His only response is a pathetic little whimper beneath your hand.

“Keep that pretty little mouth shut or I’m gonna have to stop. Wouldn’t want to interrupt you hanging out with the guys,” your tone is slightly mocking in a way that makes him whine quietly, still muffled. “C’mon baby, be good for me.”

You wait for his breathing to regain a more steady rhythm before you flick his mic back on, removing your hand from his mouth.

“Sorry about that, what’d I miss?” You can tell he’s fighting to not let his voice shake as he resumes talking to his friends.

His arms circle around you to hold the controller again and you lean a bit to the side so he can see the television. He jolts almost imperceptibly at the movement, cock twitching inside you.

Settling down against him, you press a light trail of kisses along his jaw to help calm his nerves. Or rile him up further, you don’t particularly care which.

It takes him several minutes to get back into the swing of his game and the moment he does, you shift on his cock. He nearly yelps as his hips jerk at the friction. Giving him an unimpressed look, your hand presses his hips back down against the couch. Your fingers dig into the flesh of his hip lightly as a warning to keep still.

He gives you a wounded puppy look, seemingly holding back a whimper.

You cup his cheek in your hand, lightly caressing his skin before trailing down to his lip. He had bitten down on his lower lip to hold back the whimper, so you gently pull it from between his teeth. Your thumb runs along his lip as he continues to look up at you.

Removing your thumb, you replace it with your lips to capture his mouth in a soft, but hungry kiss. While his mouth is occupied, you lift yourself up a bit before sliding back down. His hands fly up to your hips, gripping them desperately in an attempt to maintain some level of composure. His controller hits the carpet with a thunk.

As your lips move against each other, you slowly rock on his lap. Nails pathetically scrape against your skin. His breathing starts to quicken and before he can get too overwhelmed with need, you break the kiss and halt your movements.

Mattheo already looks like a desperate wreak when you pull back from the kiss. Stifling a laugh, you cup his cheek in your hand and lightly caress his skin. He melts against your touch like a puppy receiving pets. You gently push his head to face the screen and reach down to pick up his discarded controller.

You get comfortable on his lap, dick securely inside of you as you shift to watch him play. Your head drops to his shoulder as his character runs around with his friends.

After a bit of sitting there, listening to one side of his conversation with his friends, you start slowly rolling your hips. You press a series of feather-light kisses to the underside of his jaw, eventually reaching up and turning his mic off.

“You’re gonna sit there and be my pretty toy, okay? No cumming until I say you can, understand?” He nods quickly to your request as you continue, “now tell Enzo and Theo you’ll be back in a few.”

You flick his mic back on for him to tell his friends. Once he does, you pick up the pace with your movements. He sets down the controller to hold onto your hips again, quiet whimpers escaping. “C’mon sweetheart, let me hear your pretty little noises.”

Mattheo doesn’t need to be told twice, head tilting back and moans fall out of his mouth. He thrusts up into you, meeting your bouncing against him.

You grab one of his hands, putting it against you in a silent command for him to help you get off. Like the good boy he is, he eagerly starts working his skilled fingers against you.

“Fuck- such a good boy Matty, just like that baby.”

He moans at the encouragement, working more intently to bring you to the edge. Needy moans fill the room as heat pools in your core. His cock twitches inside you and you can tell he’s desperately trying to hold himself off.

You shift the angle of your riding and after a couple more thrusts you’re finishing on his cock.

He gives you pleading puppy eyes to get to finish as well. You take a moment to pant softly before simply telling him, “beg.”

He whines. “Please, I’ve been good. I did what you told me to, god- fuck, I can’t-“

“Oh you can’t? I think you can. I don’t think you were being very good hiding away in here all day,” you give him a condescending pout.

Mattheo’s eyes widen, “wait- no, please. Please let me.”

You start to pull off him, but the tears starting to well up in his eyes make you pause. That second of hesitation was apparently enough for Mattheo as he snaps his hips up and can’t hold himself back anymore. He finishes inside you with a moan of your name, entire body shaking.

You grip his jaw with your hand, “I don’t remember giving you permission, baby.”

He whimpers in your grip and before he can start mumbling apologies you cut him off, “don’t worry, you’ll make it up to me later.” You then pull off his dick and switch his mic back on.

As you’re pulling your shorts back on you look at him, “enjoy your game, I’m going to our bedroom.”

As you leave the room, you can hear him give his friends a hasty goodbye and fumble to pull his sweatpants up to follow you.